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DagothGares
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posted December 15, 2008 12:10 PM |
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The Monarchy - IC
Once upon a time,
In the grand kingdom of Mirth, there was a knightly order. This storry will tell you great tales of valiant knights and backstabbing traitors. All in service to the supreme feudal lord and his family, in short, the monarchy.
One of the most famous kings to have ruled Mirth was Harold, who created the most powerful order of knights the country has known. It was his sword which he used to slay whatever intrusion there was in his land. He could keep many aristocrats and noblemen busy, whilst they were forced to serve the king. In the later years of Harold's life, there was a war. Empiriana, a great, cruel and expanding empire had declared war on Mirth and sought to take control of it.
Many battles have been fought and many feats of arms have been undertaken. Two fiefdoms were taken over by force and several lands are slowly withering away under the constant march of Empirian steel. King Harold was by no means a fool or a weakling. He understood the threat of Empiriana and rallied a great army to counter the Empirian invasion, which resulted in a heavily entrenched battle in the areas of Kust, Kemp and Cziel.
There was a small problem with this royal army fighting it all out on the battlefield, however. The inner lands were weak and left undefended now that most soldiers were off to fight in the war. The king found help in his brother who suggested that the order of the Golden Cross should take action in order to guard the land. The king found this advice wise and sent out heralds to every district to summon all members of the knightly order and possible candidates for membership. The king was quite satisfied and awaited his meeting in the capitol of Celia.
((OOC: Here's your chance for everyone to introduce their character and make a first post. You can start from your home district or already be in court))
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Cepheus
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posted December 15, 2008 02:27 PM |
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And in the waterlogged highlands of Grens, one of these heralds staggers through the iron-wrought gates of Viridian Aelic's new mountain abode. Bloodied, beaten and out of breath, he collapses onto the stone floor, unwilling to fend off the approaching thugs who hoist him up and drag him forth into the sanctorum.
"Welcome to the Court!" comes a voice, forcibly - unnaturally - cheerful.
The speaker's grey-green hair is complemented by his rusted armour and the gigantic halberd in his right hand. His voice can be described only as a deafening whisper. Closing his jade eyes, he mutters, to the discomfort of his troops:
"You are the Herald Denroe, or so your mind claims. Yes, I'm reading it. No, you can't do anything about it. Stop thinking and listen. I am Viridian Aelic, the ruler of this domain. You are... fatigued. Very well, we can speak face to face."
Viridian shirks backward, opening his eyes. The herald, sprawled on the floor, groans. Projecting his thoughts, Viridian creates resounding echoes throughout the room as a running commentary of his actions begins to emanate from his aura. It's an old habit.
~I gaze quizically at the stranger, offering him a harsh glance. He will find no respite here.~
"So, then? Why are you here? Who has sent you?" ~I bellow.~
The Herald, still face down, replies. "Kfinng Havfelld," he speaks, speaking into the stone floor.
"Stand and speak clearly, damn you!" ~I warn him. Nothing happens. I swing the halberd.~
"Mffhrf!" ~he protests as the blade delicately scratches the surface of his skin. He slowly turns, wide-eyed, and begins to stand. I raise the halberd as he speaks.~
"King Harold of Mirth's Celia has sent me. He requests... he requests that you assist him in the defence of the Realm... join the Golden Cross."
~The King's word is law. He wants me to assist the Golden Cross. It is too early for rebellion. If not for the Tribute...
My brain registers the situation and looks for a reaponse.
Laughter? Perhaps not.
Fear? Certainly.
I try to speak out in defiance. The Tribute tightens its grip.
It is my turn to collapse headfirst into the floor.~
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enamelity
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You Misunderestimated Me
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posted December 16, 2008 12:37 AM |
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The air reeks of fear, of death. The scythe, bloody and hungry for pain, smashes down through the child's face silently.
The armored crusader smiles savagely as he raises his schythe from the child's body, his face momentarily morphing into a leering demonic visage.
He looks around, surveying the burning village - the child's corpse is but one among many.
My work here is done. The people of Esquire shall fear me.
The crusader walks from the mockery of a funeral pyre he has created.
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"Sire! Sire Crucador!" calls the young herald. Ename deCultivae walks into view as the herald continues: "Sir- Ahem, Sire Crucador Ename deCultivae, the King requests I deliver the following message: his Highness the King of Mirth requests your presence at his Throne in Celia immediately."
I was planning on at least three more villages gone... Alas, the King's word is law.
"Tell the King to expect me soon," replies Ename. "Now leave my presence."
The herald leaves as commanded.
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Ename stands calmly outside the palace gates. It is early in the morning, and Ename is not expected for another half hour.
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DagothGares
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posted December 16, 2008 01:18 AM |
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"Well, well... Lord deCultivae, I presume?" heard lord ename behind him. A man in grand blessed armour appeared with an escorte of four knights. "I suggest you and I already enter the sanctum. I hear the king has prepared a wondrous banquet for all early birds to enjoy."
"Oh, but where are my manners? I am Sir Integra of Fyr. Pleased to meet you, lord deCultivae. In fact, I heard many tales of your holy endeavours and I have had many experiences with the silver flame myself. I'll tell you all about it, once we are inside." He continued with a lot of bravado and arrogance.
He made an inviting gesture to the palace.
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RedSoxFan3
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posted December 16, 2008 05:44 AM |
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Luc weaved his way through the thick crowd of people. He could finally spend a full day at his own leisure without wearing his heavy plate mail and without lugging around his sword and shield. His friends had just got off work and were going to meet up with him down at the Floating Keg. Built in a large magus boat that once ran trade routes along the river, it was the only bar in the city that was out on the water. A retired river merchant by the name of Old rusty created this unique establishment after his sail stone lost its charge. Unable to travel back up the river, Old Rusty decided to fashion his boat into a bar.
The crowd began to disperse as it always did once it began its gradual decline down to the river front. God it’ll be nice to see them again, Luc thought with a smile as he approached his old favorite hangout. He could hardly contain himself nearly breaking into a jog down the wooden dock. With two single bounds, Luc climbed the six steps up to the main deck of the Floating Keg. He could hear the muffled chatter and the faint sounds of glasses clinking. Luc pushed the door ajar turning his head to the side to avoid hitting his head on the frame.
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Go Red Sox!
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B-E-T-A
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Guess Who is Back?
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posted December 16, 2008 09:47 AM |
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"My King-whoa!"
Bütlan came stumbling in the door to the throne room. The laugher from the lords in the room was thundering in Bütlan ears. Bütlan quickly picked himself up walked to the king and kneeled before him
"You sent word for me, my king?"
The king looked down and Bütlan.
"Stand up Paladin."
Bütlan stood up and looked at king
"Yes, I sent word for you and all of the other knights of the golden cross."
Bütlan bowed before the king
"And what services might the golden cross do, sire?"
((OOC: Dagoth, take over, I have no idea what my mission is  ))
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posted December 16, 2008 02:39 PM |
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Ximi stepped in through the gates of the city. "It's been a long time. I hope that your people have changed, Celia." he thought to himself and watched the busy main street on which the merchants were practising their trade. He walked towards the palace of the king, but a fat, middle-aged merchant tugged him by the hand. "Sir, would you like to buy a new leather shirt? This old one has seen it's better days... Only 10 gold coins, just for you, sir." he babbled. "No, thanks. I'm fine and so is my leather shirt." Ximi answered and tipped his hat to the merchant. "All right, 'ow about this sheath for your rapier? Or this pair of gloves? Anything?" the merchant continued, still tugging Ximi's hand. "No." answered Ximi stubbornly and continued his journey. "Outlander..." grumbled the merchant quietly. "No, they haven't changed..." Ximi said.
Ximi arrived at the palace, where a guard told him to wait for Sir Fyr. "Very well." said Ximi and took out his flute and started playing it. He played an old northern ballad. "What is that song?" asked the guard. "Oh, nothing. Just a little song that people sung to me when I was young." Ximi answered. "I like it. Who were you again?" the guard smiled. "Ximi Grannock." "Grannock... That's not a local name, is it?" the guard pondered. "No, I'm from the north." answered Ximi. "What, from Esquire?" "Yes." "I have some family in there." the guard said. "What's their name? I may know them, if they lived there about 11 years ago." said Ximi, but the guard didn't have time to answer. "Mr. Grannock?" said a deep voice behind Ximi. "Actually it's pronounced Grannoeck, Sir Fyr." said Ximi as he recognised the man in the shining armour. "I'll keep that in mind. This way, please." said Sir Fyr and pointed inside the castle.
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Cepheus
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posted December 16, 2008 02:54 PM |
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About an hour later
~The Tribute binds me to this land... a steep price for the capacity to overthrow the Earl Grens and claim his swamps. But I was younger then... an idiot.~
He has left the Craven escort at the borderline, concealed within the marshes... ready to charge at a second's telepathic notice. Probably an overdramatic move, since the Celians couldn't outwit a dying squirrel. After all, they fear what they cannot see. It is not so at home in Esquire, where the trees are russet, standing still.
Here, the trees are green and sadistic. They smile at Viridan as he walks uphill towards the city garrison. He grimaces and turns away, feeling nauseous.
~These trees are here to taunt me... to torment me.~
Regaining some composure, Viridian glares at the nearest branch and raises his right hand. The leaves rupture, literally imploding, and the tree follows. After a moment, all that is left is a crumbled mass of misshapen grey bark... and an unmoving squirrel, suffering from rigor mortis.
~That'll teach you.~
Viridian grins to himself maniacally and walks onward into civilisation. Hasn't seen that in a while. One of those detestable, self-righteous walking tin cans stands at the gate of Celia, awaiting his approach, with striking blond hair and a far more striking broadsword.
"Viscount Integra," Viridian acknowledges the warrior.
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"Those who forget their history are inevitably doomed to repeat it." —Proverb, Might and Magic VIII
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Card_Ximinez
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posted December 16, 2008 06:17 PM |
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Lord Fyr stepped in the throne room, followed by Ximi. "Welcome, Mr. Grannök. Please go and greet the king first, but afterwards, you are free to mingle with the guests. I must go and greet the next guest, waiting at the gates." Lord Fyr said. "Actually, it's Grannoeck..." began Ximi, but Fyr had already stepped out of the room. "Oh, well. Nevermind." He looked around and saw King Harold sitting on his throne in the centre of the room. Ximi walked to him. "Greetings, your honour." he said and took a bow. "Welcome, Sir..." said the king. "Not Sir, my king. Ximi Grannock." answered Ximi and carefully pronounced the name correctly. "Ah, yes. Granook. You were from Esquire, if I am not mistaken." King Harold asked. "Yes. It's good to be back in Celia." answered Ximi politely and didn't even bother to correct the king. "Go and talk to the other guests. When everyone has arrived, I will give my speech. But later perhaps you could entertain us. I've heard that you are a Bard." the king said. "It would be my honour." Ximi said and backed away from the king. He started talking to a brown-haired young knight, but immeaditely left his presence with a frown as he pronounced Ximi's name like his throat had been slit in half.
((OOC: @B-E-T-A: It wasn't supposed to be your character, but I'll edit. And the proper spelling is Grannock and the pronunciation is Grannoeck))
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B-E-T-A
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posted December 16, 2008 06:25 PM |
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Edited by B-E-T-A at 18:46, 16 Dec 2008.
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((BROWN hair, BROWN hair and BLUE eyes!!!  ))
The king looked at Bütlan
"Just mingle with the guest right now, I tell you later when everyone has showed up what I want you to do."
Bütlan bowed somewhat clusmely
"Very well, my king"
Bütlan walked away from the king, after awhile he meet a young man with the name of Ximi Grannok, who was a bard.
"My name is Bütlan from Burtiger, third son of Gralar, decised lord of Burtiger, but you can just call me Bütlan the unlucky and clumsy one, Ximi Gannök."
The bard looked at me and got a face that seemed like he had been insulted.
"If you'll excuse me then, Sir Bütlan."
The bard took his leave. Bütlan shrugged his shoulders and went on with the party.
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DagothGares
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posted December 16, 2008 06:26 PM |
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Integra walked out the room, "Grannock, Grannoeck, whatever..." he grumbled as he walked to the gate where he already saw a carriage arrive. It had the emblem of lord Viridian. "lord Fyr" he heard then. "Greetings, sir Viridian, please, allow me to escort you to the banquet hall." Lord Fyr replied politely and made an inviting gesture towards the palace.
He ordered the knights to stay at the gate this time, since he didn't want to crowd lord Viridian.
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B-E-T-A
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posted December 16, 2008 06:59 PM |
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Edited by B-E-T-A at 19:07, 16 Dec 2008.
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While enjoying the party, Bütlan saw that many nobles from the diffrent regions was comming to this banquet. A thought his my mind
"I wonder if my brothers have been orderedinvited to this party..."
I sat down and thought about it. His oldest brother could not come, as he was busy fighting the Empire of Emperia as Burtiger is one of the border regions, so that was out of the question.
"But what about Naarl?" Bütlan thought
Naarl, was a skilled scholar and a diplomat. Bütlan had sometimes looked upon his brother closest in age to him as a more or less suspicious character, but alas, Naarl was Bütlans brother after all and could not be evil!
Bütlan sat down for a movement and then he heard something that answered his question about his brother.
"From Burtiger, Naarl the fox. Mage and scholar of the golden cross."
Bütlan looked at the door to the big room and saw the known figure of his brother walking in, and another thought stroke Bütlans mind
"The fox...yes, that's the name Naarl earned for two reasons; First that he resembles a fox very much and got one as his pet. Secondly that it is said he is a sly and smart as a fox. But he is a diplomat and emmesairy, blessed the flame, and is also a very famed mage amongst the golden cross. Might not as famed as lord Virdian, but still famed..."
After Naarl left the king, Bütlan approached him and greeted his brother, but he had not expected the greeting from his brother
"How dare you disgrace the name of our beloved father?!" Naarl sneered.
"What you mean?" a shocked Bürtlan said
"Failing a mission after achiveing the possision as a great paladin at the court, and then suddenly turn into a clumsy nimwit! At the kings court even!"
Each word from Naarl was like a piecing arrow hitting Bütlan.
"I-I'm sorry..." was all Bütlan could say
"You better be!" Naarl sneered before leaving his little brother to himself.
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Hell_Wizard
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posted December 16, 2008 07:20 PM |
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William arrives at the gates of the stronghold. He is wearing the strange metalic suit he buyed from a villager on his way, not because he's shy from his look, but because of his fear not to fright somebody else.
"Hail court!" shouts William when he sees the guards.
"Who are you?" ask the guards, crossing their halbelds so that he cannot enter.
"I am William August! And I came here to serve to the king!"
"Ha-ha-ha! Look at him! Your boy dreams will never become true!" mock one of the halbeldiers.
"I warn you - do not wake the beast inside me!" says William, but the guards continue laughing. "Enough!" screams he after a few seconds and draws his sword.
"You call that piece of junk a sword?" continue mocking the soldiers and one of them cuts his blade apart. "This has never been stainless!"
"Frost ring!" says William calmly and wathes how the two men fall on the ground frozen.
He enters.
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DagothGares
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No gods or kings
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posted December 16, 2008 07:26 PM |
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Along the way, William encounters lord Fyr. His stern, green eyes look at him in a fury. "You just hurt my knights, didn't you?" He asked in an extremely calm and harsh tone. "You, sir, have offended my honour!" he then exclaims. "I hereby challenge you to a duel with swords." he said.
He drew out his great broadsword with his right hand and stretched his arm towards William. "Well, what do you think?" He mocked.
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Hell_Wizard
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posted December 16, 2008 07:38 PM |
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"Sure I will fight!" shouts William. This is probably the most senceless decision in his life.
"You fool!" says lord Fyr and William suddenly falls on the ground. "Now, you will serve me as a peasant!"
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AlkarRahn
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Divine Arcanist
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posted December 16, 2008 08:05 PM |
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Yelling is heard through the corridor. Several people pleading their innocence. The door of the Jordis prison cell that Jhiz had been placed in opens and in walks the warden. Heavy boots pound on the ground, getting louder as the man takes each step closer, nearly drowning out the commotion being caused by the other prisoners. The warden looks down at Jhiz, who has been sitting on the floor, in the corner, almost lifeless.
“You, get up. The king has sent someone to take you away. Amazing how fast some information travels; especially for the king. As for what he has in mind for you, I don’t know whether to congratulate you or feel sorry for you. I’d guess to feel sorry for you, for what you’ve done. I can’t imagine him taking too kindly to your impersonations of nobility. Well, either way, you’re going, and there’s not much you can do about it.”
Being lifted up by the arm, Jhiz walks with the warden, and is delivered to the herald. He puts up no fight. Not even with the herald, as they walk out, to the coach. Peacefully, he steps in, and they begin their journey to Celia. Jhiz sits furthest from the driver, and the herald across from him, with a box to his side.
The coach is very nice. In his entire life, Jhiz had only seen one that was more pleasing to the eye, and not by much. Though, after thinking about it for a couple seconds, he thought it may be due to the different sort of company he was with.
“Sir Jhiz,” the herald started. ‘Sir? Why was this man calling him ‘Sir,’’ Jhiz was wondering. Sure, it wasn’t the first time he had been called ‘Sir,’ but he wasn’t even in costume. Plus, he had just been removed from prison for doing just that. Jhiz was quite confused.
The herald continued, “King Harold has requested you come to the Court of Celia.”
‘Great. Court. This is going to end well,’ Jhiz thought to himself.
“King Harold also told me to investigate your house, and gather all your belongings that looked as though they might be beneficial to your abilities. He also told me to apologize for any inconvenience this may cause towards your house, and belongings.”
The herald opened, showing its contents to Jhiz. His club and shield were in there, as well as the majority, if not all, of his noble costumes. Jhiz was puzzled beyond speech. He didn’t know what was going on. He just sat back, confused. The herald continued on telling him what he knew of why Jhiz had been requested, but Jhiz had so much going on in his mind, that only bits and pieces were actually being processed.
The journey took some time, but after a while the coach arrived at the courtyard. The herald had someone take the box with his belongings to the room he would be staying in, and then escorted him to his destination.
Opening the doors, the herald announces, “Jhiz of Jordis!” He then leaves, letting Jhiz deal with things from here on out, himself.
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enamelity
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You Misunderestimated Me
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posted December 17, 2008 06:08 AM |
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Ename wanders through the courtly nobility of the King's hall, seemingly at ease and clam, exchanging short conversations here and there:
"I see life's been treating you quite well, Lord Vaharay," remarks Ename, eyeing Vaharay's excessive girth. Ename wanders off before any response can be made.
Ename takes great care to stay away from Butlan, who seemed extremely suspicious towards Ename last time they met.
Ename is close enough to see Naarl's entrance into the crowd, and hear what he says.
Ah, it is comforting to know that cruelty and malice still thrive in this world... That man Naarl, he is a kindred spirit, and would be my staunchest ally, if not for his complete lack of subtlety - that will be his downfall.
"Jhiz of Jordis!" announces a herald.
Jhiz... Jhiz... Why do I not recognize the name? I must meet this Jhiz, and establish a good reputation quickly...
Ename makes his way nonchalantly towards Jhiz's location.
"Sir Jhiz of Jordis! I daresay we have not yet made our acquaintances... But let me introduce myself: I am Sir Ename deCultivae, Crusader. I have just returned from the Crusades in Esquire and Helion. What brings you here? Or has the King requested your presence with no explanation, as he did to me?"
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Hell_Wizard
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posted December 17, 2008 03:54 PM |
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Meanwhile...
"Put off that armor, young man! You are not a knight!" shouts a peasant when William starts working on his farm. He waits a while, and than says "Are you deaf? Hey!"
"I am not deaf!" screaches William, angry from the question of the peasant. But the true reason for being so angry wasn't the same.
"Okay! Calm down! Calm down!" speaks the peasant calmly. "But I warn you - beware when the tax collector comes!" continues August's neighbour. "Hey, he's comming!"
"Bue then!" sais William happily. His interlocutor stares at him, frighten from the quick emotional changes in William. "I'll make sure to free you!". The newbie in farming just enters the small hovel he was supposed to live in, while the peasant becomes to understand.
"Arghhhh!" exclaimes the brute, seeng that William isn't working. He enters the house.
And after a second he lies on the floor with blood on his head. His dirty hair becomes red, his chapped hands stop to move.
"That'll teach ya!" whispers William, throwing away a blood-covered stool.
Now it was time for some dirty job. But the yound half-minotaur loves magic. He casts a small fireball on the corpse. Then, he washes his robe and metal armor with some magic water and starts disguising.
"Death awaits those, who don't eat, drink and sleep to work for me! Mhahahahaha!" says William and takes the rode to the fortress. "I'll deal with you later, disgusting scums!" shouts he when turning in the opposite direction. "Doesn't this beast own at least a horse!" thinks William.
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Cepheus
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Far-flung Keeper
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posted December 17, 2008 04:32 PM |
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"Greetings, Sir Viridian, please, allow me to escort you to the banquet hall," Lord Fyr replied politely and made an inviting gesture towards the palace.
"My thanks, Lord Fyr." Integra and his fellow tin cans walk away to tend to other matters. ~And good riddance,~ Viridian's aura humms softly, to the surprise of a few nearby onlookers, unaccustomed to his appearance... and to the rueful whispers of complaint stemming from his body.
He stops in his tracks and glares back, they look away. His expression seems to have gotten the point across.
~No ambushes here. No trees either. Not as bad as I'd expected.~ The small army of Craven from the Grens swamps still fester beneath the Celia outskirts. The moor-water sustains their rotten flesh, the darkness preserving the witchcraft binding them together. They will strike at a second's notice. But surely nobody is about to cross Viridian Aelic...
A crowd of gawpers has begin to gather at the entrance. Viridian skulks over and begins to eavesdrop. Sir Ename deCultivae appears to be having a fine time trying to discuss the Esquire-Helion Crusades with Jhiz of Jordis.
~I take it back. These imbeciles are worse than trees.~
Unwilling to speak out, unable to listen further, Viridian sidles away in disgust, spying a nearby disgruntled musician.
Catching a familiar sight, Viridian moves casually towards the bard, clearly another Esquirite - perhaps the only other native in all Celia. It is good to see a kinsman, worthless peasant or no. Viridian lightly browses the bard's thoughts. This man is annoyed for some reason... what could have befallen him?
It would be a betrayal of kinship to invade this man's mind further, so Viridian simply extracts his name and withdraws. Casually striding up to the bard, he decides a conversation might be a nice starting point.
"Ah... Ximi Grannick, I believe. The name's Grens-Lord Viridian Aelic, of Esquire. This... Golden Cross. What do you make of it?"
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Card_Ximinez
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posted December 17, 2008 05:32 PM |
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A tall, silver-haired nobleman carrying a halberd came to Ximi and started to talk to him. "Ah, another Esquirite. The Golden Cross, you ask? Well, I haven't quite made my mind up about it yet. Actually, I don't even know why I've been summoned here. After all, I am just a simple bard from Esquire, not even a nobleman. But I suppose that King Harold will inform me on this matter... Excuse me, Sir, but the King is calling me." Ximi answered politely and strode to the king.
"Ah, Grannix. Do you remember when I asked if you could entertain us with your flute? Everyone is here now, so would you mind?" the king asked. "It would be an honour." said Ximi. "And it's Gran..." he tried to add, but Sir Tyr had already called for everyone's attention, so Ximi just fell silent and reached for his flute. He took it out and began to play the same song that he had played to the guard at the gates of the Palace. After the song had ended, he played another one and after that one, the national anthem of Mirth, which got an especially large applause. "Now that Mr Grannocc has finished his little show, it's time for me to explain just why you are here..." the king said after the applause had died.
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