Chancellor's Quarters, Camlorn Castle

Dandre sat at his desk with his hands clapped together. It didn't take more than a glance to realize that he was in deep thought. He had spent most of his political career solving internal problems, but now it was occurrences outside of Camlorn that were worrying him. United Bretony was a nation so young, yet it already felt worn out from politics. The Chancellor could easily advise all to stay worry free and isolate Camlorn from the world. But by taking part in United Bretony and embracing the ideas of a populous controlled government Camlorn had already marked itself as an enemy of the monarchs.

He was so deeply concentrating that he had barely noticed a nimble khajiit enter the room. At first, it surprised him until he remembered that he had ordered for the visitor to come. "Ah, Ri'skar! My not so old friend, I was unsure when you would be arriving. Now if you don't mind, please take a seat in front of my desk," Dandre requested.

He took out a bottle of rich liquor and poured it into a silver goblet. Dandre took a sip. "Help yourself," he signaled, "it's much more elegant tasting than the rugged ale you'd find in the city taverns." He laid his hands down on the table and stared Ri'skar in the face. "It is great to see one of my most trusted advisors and representatives. You are a unique politician. Not just because of your natural talents, you also provide an invaluable perspective. It is priceless to have an objective advisor like you as you have no personal agenda against the other realms of High Rock." He took another sip from his goblet. "Now I originally sent for you to consult about my own troubles, but from what my contacts tell me, it seems you wish to speak to me about your own worries as well. I'll let you go first. Who knows, we may share the same concerns."

OOC: Wooly has given me permission to contact his Count.

Also OOC: Here's my character sheet!

Name: Linu Maliviaza

Race: Dunmer

Age: 145, appears to be in her early twenties

Gender: F

Birthsign: The Lady

Physical Appearance: 5'5, with lengthy black hair. An average, slim body, with shockingly grey eyes. Her skin is amazingly light for a Dunmer, being the lightest shade of blue. She has a bright silver ring she girdles her finger with, and has long legs adept for slipping in and out of shadows.

Apparel (clothing and armor): A simple, silver tunic and a light cuirass, perhaps made of black animal hide.

Weapons: An silver claymore enchanted with frostbite.

Misc: Carries several potions of unidentifiable nature with her everywhere.

Misc Info:

Linu has a surprisingly gentle personality for the warrior/mage she is. She is always most at home with animals or surrounded by nature. She is also excellent at solving riddles. Her main weakness is her fondness for cold and utter hate of heat.

History/Bio:

Taught by the Nords at her local Fighter's Guild in the arts of survival and by her Dunmer family in the arts of diplomacy, Linu learned the harsh rules of the world at a very young age. She hired herself out as a mercenary after her fiance died, some five years ago. Ever since she has worked as a spy-for-hire, charging increasingly high prices for her witty charm.

Something within Linu still hurts her, for on the mention of Khajiits in a conversation, she will immediately turn away. [/OOC]




At promptly six in the morning, Linu arose with a grimly set smile on her elven features. I have quite a lot to do today, and only twenty-four hours to complete it all in. She jumped out of the bed and neatly made it, admiring the pretty pillows she adorned it with.

Linu then walked sleepily over to the chocolate brown armoire standing close to the door. There was a gold-trimmed mirror resting above it, and she glanced at her night-frizzled hair reproachfully in it. She swiftly donned her favorite silver tunic and discreetly placed a small dagger in the belt beneath it. You can never be too prepared, right? After a few delicate spritzes of perfume, the Dunmer maiden slipped on two modest boots and headed for the chestnut door. As per her morning ritual, she first peeked through the keyhole to make sure no possible assassin stood waiting coldly outside. Seeing nothing, she cautiously opened the door and exited her fine room.

A pleasant Khajiit maid greeted Linu as she walked leisurely along the hallway. "G'morning, Miss Maliviaza."

"Greetings, M'lissa. How did you sleep last night?"

"M'lissa slept well last night, thank you. How did kind Mistress Linu fare?"

"Very nicely, thank you. I'd better run off to get some early morning business done, but nice speaking to you, M'lissa!"

The maid nodded and smiled in her catty way.

The Dunmer spy broke into a run soon after passing the Khajiit. Time, after all, was of the essence. Coming to the end of the long hall, Linu opened the sturdy wooden door and left the building, breathing in the fresh morning air with delight.

"Greetings, Bereditte!" Linu waved to the solemn looking Breton guard standing close by. "Any news?"

"Yes, m'lady. The Count requests to see you in his castle today."

"Ah. I'll go there immediately. Anything else?"

"No m'lady, nothing of importance."

"All right. Thank you."

After this brief discourse, Linu Maliviaza then repaired to the castle, hurrying swiftly past the guards after telling them of her important mission.


OOC again: This is my first RP post here, so I hope it was OK!

Daric, Kambria Castle

Daric listened carefully as Louis spoke quietly and Listien leaned in slightly as well to hear what the man had to say. Daric paused for a moment when the man was finished and thought about what was going on. Ever since the Assembly had voted Kambria into the United Bretony, things had been extremely confusing when it came to who exactly was allied with them and who was still loyal to Wayrest or Daggerfall. Daric himself had been opposed to the idea at first, but when he realized that he would face the most threat from his neighbours than from Wayrest or Daggerfall, he threw in his support for joining the alliance. His small city was a key territory as it controlled the only good road from Koegria to Camlorn in between the dense forests to the south and the low but nigh impassable mountains to the north. Kambria also had a mining enterprise up north, which provided quality weapons and armor and Listien had used the promise of lots of metal trade to gain the friendship of the other cities.

His mind came back to the situation at hand, and he began speaking.

"Indeed, we shall call a quick Assembly now and you can voice your concerns to.... the Assembly." he finished with gritted teeth.

Listien spoke up as the King finished. "Before you begin, let me remind you that you share our fate, Master Chevalier." He spoke these words rather ominously but said nothing further as he picked up a heavy wooden mallet and banged the small podium next to his chair.

"This Assembly will come to order!" he ordered, as the random talking died down. "Our good friend, Master Chevalier wished for Kambria's military to mobilize in full for the first time in nearly three decades. Tell me, Master Chevalier, what support do you have to these claims that we should uproot our citizens from their lives and begin investing in further defenses for our county?"

Daric shook his head, as he spoke next. "Our long time friends of the Chevalier house have never done us wrong, and they have been reliable allies where allies have been hard to come by. Times are turbulent, as we all know, and we also know that by defecting from Wayrest, that trouble would soon come to our doorstep on our precarious position in the pass."

The King went silent as he finished, and waited for Louis' response to the Archons words, and he hoped that his own words had gathered support.

Daggerfall


Alarei had been keeping himself occupied for most of the day. Making small purchases, a few new knives, some alchemical ingredients for poisons and antidotes to each one. He was careful to buy them from various markets and stores, unless they were particularly rare. While poisoning itself was a very common form of removing someone, it could be traceable through autopsies. Highrock was definately an interesting place, so many new smells, tastes and feelings. He entered the Inn again "Sir there has been a message left for you." the young woman at the counter spoke, He turned to look at her, somewhat surprised by this. Very few knew where he was and even then they didn't know what Inn he was staying in. Though I guess its not THAT hard to track a black khajiit... Hmm..need to dye fur... he thought as he approached the counter "Alright. I'll take it." she handed the small letter to him, he hulked up the stairs, his footsteps only a whisper. A way of walking he had become to accustomed to that made it very eerie for many whom were around him. he opened the door to his room and sat down on the bed and sliced the top of the note open with a claw, sliding the note out he read it and nearly burst into laughter. "HA! So the King wants me to work for him? Well, I should pay him a visit" he smiled.

He got up and took a long hot bath first, needing to feel and look fresh rather than just go in to meet a king looking like a ragged mutt. After that he got into a fresh change of clothes and headed out into the darkness of the night. As he walked the night markets of Daggerfall, the different city guards from each group eyed him. He merely walked by them and headed towards the rather large castle that the king resided within. (I am guessing). With alittle over view of the whole building set up, The dark furred khajiit watched the guards as they did their routes, slipping past them unnoticed when he had the chance. It was easy, alittle too for the khajiit. So many men, all concentrated, it made movement a challenge but also fun. Eventually he wandered down the halls, hunting for where he might find the king.

Godwyen and Edwin: Llessan Castle

Edwin walked over to a large table with a map of High Rock placed on it. He looked across the tables, past a few of his counselors and generals and saw Godwyen on the other side, staring at the map.

"Godwyen, I have new orders for you. I need a messenger to ride to Daggerfall and be my envoy to the King. I want to send someone who can properly portray my ideas without having to come back here and talk to me about them, thereby wasting precious time." Edwin said.

Godwyen's eyes slowly looked up from the map. He was clearly annoyed with the King disrupting his thought and Edwin knew this. If they had not been long time friends and Edwin had not been the King, he would have gotten quite the tongue lashing.

"I will my lord. I was just thinking about the defenses we would need to prepare in order to stop an attack from the north. I have a list of the things that I would like you to look over."

"Aye, I saw you writing vigorously last night. I shall send a few knights to help you get there. It will be a short journey, but spies are everywhere. Be careful Godwyen, we need to be ready for anything."

With that, Godwyen bowed and turned to go rally a personal guard for his trip.


OOC: Short post is short. I'm writing from school.

Louis Chevalier, Castle Kambria

It was ragged, the Archon barking straight at him as a wild hungry wolf, tensing of muscles and gnashing of teeth.

"Tell me, Master Chevalier, what support do you have to these claims that we should uproot our citizens from their lives and begin investing in further defenses for our county?"

The room fell dead silent at that, the King uttering his final word. The council sat in a poised motion, all on the edge of their seats waiting for what the knight had to say. Louis was well affirmed of his source and his own seeings. The Archon continued to look at him with that same look which made Louis' mind twist in disgust; however, the noble was able to rub it off. Tensing his face, he nodded towards the King and Archon.

'Very well, Listien."

He turned his back and began to pace around the room, stopping his feet on occasion when he was at an important point.

"To the first order, three decades ago was when my father himself fought against the Wayrest opposition, and contacted the officials about the matter. Now, Listien, you ask what evidence I may have to support this..."

Louis raised his voice, making sure all could hear.

"As most of you know of the rebel activity in Bhoriane and Koegria, it has been getting worse. A letter arrived at my doorstep yesterday. It was from my cousin, who is a minor nobleman in the area. He stated in the letter that rebel activity was getting out of Wayrest's grip: things were being burned, people killed, cargo ships even hijacked in some cases. While this southern rebel activity is a decent distance away from us, my cousin also mentioned something else in the letter. He has learned from intelligence that a report was sent to the King of Wayrest to do something about this activity. If the letter arrived at my doorstep yesterday, it is likely that the report is already in the hands of the King, do to the fact this letter was sent about the same time of the report. I feel this may be an alarm, but right now, we have a far more concerning conflict to deal with."

Louis then took a deep breath, uttering his words once more.

"The skirmishes between the divided nobility west of Koegria continue to get worse. As you know, I control most of the nobles that are close to Kambria on the east. These nine men are just some of them. Before, most of the fighting stayed near Koegria; even though it scared me to a degree, I didn't panic over it. I have grown up on the border line where skirmishes are common, and of course, I have grown used to such a thing. Now, the skirmishes have even escalated to some of the nobility I control, those that reside on the east side of my land. The Wayrestian loyalists are threatening my property, even vandalizing it to a degree."

Louis raised his voice even more, as to scold the Archon.

"I have grown up in a land of war and violence, but nothing now scares me more than this. You say that we share the same fate? That we do. Your fate is my fate. If you do not prepare for defense, they will burn my estate! They will kill me, and each of these men behind me! We cannot stand for this, with this recent escalation of violence in the Wayrestian loyalists."

Louis then quieted his voice, and spoke for the last time.

And after I am dead, Listien, they will come to kill you, and the King, and Alix Ashcroft, and all those who sit in this room. If we let Wayrest destroy us one at a time, we will all end up in the ground. If you do not choose to aid me here, then I will die fighting against Wayrest...and you, Listien, will be beheaded in front of the whole township...

OOC:
Name: Lord Tasioun

Race: Breton

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Birthsign: The Warrior

Physical Appearance: Around 6'3", his frame is of a rather well built one due to his active life. His hair is a dark straight mahogany at shoulder length, pulled into a pony tail often while he is outside or on special occasions. He also has a short beard matching his hair color. His soft dark brown eyes give one a sense of loyalty and friendliness. He bears a few scars on his back and right arm from past battles but nothing that is often visible.

Apparel: During business relating to politics and serious matters Tasioun will often adorn a long red and black robe. Disliking the posh clothing however he'll most often simply wear a long sleeved green or white shirt with light brown trousers. There of course made from fine materials but still rather plain. Also wears his father's ring which is a simple copper band, along with his own which is a golden band with an intricate design wrapping about it. As a veteran of war and battle he also has a suit of rather fine iron. The cuirass is decorated with gold and silver which swirls about on seems and around the pauldron. His full helm is of iron and silver as well with designs about it as well. The armor is rather expensive, but it was not all purchased by the Lord as the briastplate was his fathers, the rest was made to compliment and finish the set.

Weapons: Well skilled with a bow he uses a reflex bow made from the local wood of the area. He has quite a few incase something bad comes upon one he has many in stock. During most of his history in battle he used a short blade and shield apposed to the bow. His sword is of many metals to make it stronger than that of iron. No decoration adorns it as he believes blood would simply ruin such hard work. His shield is of simple iron. Mostly used for defense, he has learned to use it as a weapon in times of dire need.

Misc: Disapproves of those who flaunt their riches through their personal belongings. Loves collecting books and reading.

Misc Info: Though a veteran, his skills with a bow are mostly from hunting and outdoor activities. Does not surround himself with riches and expensive decorative pieces but is more accustomed to humble livings, even though he lives in the castle. Enjoys many types of alcohol.

History/Bio: Born in Cyrodiil to a poor mother. His father was of the military and of nobility, out to work for Wayrest. His mother was asked to leave the province of High Rock due to the conflict between the states. Tasioun grew up hunting with his uncle to provide for his mother. He also worked in a family friend's smithy, learning the art of molding iron into weaponry and armor. Once he reached the age of fifteen he was called upon by his father to join the military and help in the protection of Wayrest. After serving for ten years he had gained a foothold in the politics of the region as well as a well deserved rank as constable under his father who was the general. His father released his position to live with his wife in his old age, leaving the space open Tasioun jumped at the opportunity. He was put through many weeks of testing along with a few other high ranking military officials, but with the good word of his father, and his track record in military performance he easily gained the position. The first order of business under Tasioun was the removal of a corrupt lord in Wayrest. The city of Alcaire isn't as grand as the others but it still had a key position in defense of rivals. The lord was pocketing gold from taxes and trade funds and leaving the city to full into poverty, but the current king of Wayrest wasn't as worried about it as he had more pressing matters. Gaining the go ahead from the king, Tasioun entered the city with a band of knights. The guards put up no resistance and allowed their king to be imprisoned due to his filthy and selfish acts. Tasioun was recommended to be the new lord. Refusing at first due to the apparent boredom to come with the job, he soon accepted and was able to bring the city out of its poverty hole and rising towards becoming a grand city like all the others.

IC:

Outside of Alcaire

All around me birds chirped, the soft midday glare flowing over my body. I sat perched on a high branch of a rather large tree which over looked my fine city. I still find it hard to call it my city though, even after a few years of ruling it. So much has changed throughout my life and this has to be one of the biggest changes, and yet I still couldn't settle.

The city lie below me, quiet and calm tucked away between the mighty Wrothgarian Mountain range and the serene Iliac bay. Not much had happened here as of late. The city had stayed safe feeling little threat from Orsinium or any Orcish invaders. In terms of politics we were still unregarded but in terms of military we were respected. The military is comprised of the veterans that had served under me until I made my stay here. Many are still rather powerful warriors aside from our green troops who haven't lived through everything our seasoned soldiers have.

From my perch I was now able to see a man running up the hill towards me. His baggy clothing bouncing about rather comically. He reached the tree trunk and stopped to catch his breath. It was my messenger, a rather stalky man, very skinny and tall enough to look like a tree himself. His red dark elf eyes looked up at me, "My Lord, I'm here to retrieve you. The council would like to speak with you on matters regarding our military and the positions you have in place." He stooped again breathing a bit more. I chuckled and dropped from the tree landing softly next to him.

"My friend, why is it you always intend on running out here to get me instead of taking the horse I assigned you. Only the Nine know you need not lose any more fat off your bones risk you falling apart." He laughed sarcastically, he was a tad self-conscious of his build.

"Because my Lord, that bloody horse hates me I swear it. Every time I attempt to mount it it always bucks and glares at me. I believe it has a problem with Dark Elves. This isn't why I am here though, I need you to come with me at once, the council was rather aggravated when I left and they sent me off with no more information than that." I nodded at the messenger then turned towards my own hose which was stand a little away from the tree enjoying some lush grass.

"Come dear it is time to return home." I climbed atop my horse and she turned me towards the city. "I'll be there before you so why don't you head to your quarters and get into something a bit more comfortable. I'll have a meal prepared for you." He smiled broadly waving as I kicked my horse into a gallop.

"Thank you my Lord!" he shouted from behind.
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I reached the gates quickly and slowed my horse to a trot. The city was rather slow moving today. Not many people were out and about. Shops had a regular flow of people while many stalls were closed. A lot of the people of town had left the city for work at the bay or in the mines high north so the population had thinned a bit. I waved greetings to the passers by and laughed with children as they would dance around my horse Nelsie, her hard hooves clapping the hard cobbled roadway.

Finally I reached my royal stable and dismounted her. I patted her nose and fed her a carrot before heading off to the castle entrance. Reaching the gates the two guards stood at attention and opened the doors wide saluting me and blessing my name. The castle was warm and comforting, the dark maroon adding to a peaceful sense of security. Paintings of royal figures hung from the walls and lush greenery decorated the whole all about. A man rushed to my side as I entered, his green tunic flowing behind him.

"Good evening my Lord. You are needed in the council hall, is there anything I may get you in the mean time?" He almost seemed to be reading lines from a script.

"No thank you Jorin, I'm quite fine. I'd just like to wrap up my work if you don't mind." I replied almost mockingly.

"As you with my Lord," he then spun about and returned to his post.

I pushed up the lock flight of stairs and found myself at a door which was hanging open, inside sat a round table which in turn sat seven men before it. Ahead of that was a large seat apart from the table. I made my way to the seat and took it, looking at the faces all staring back at me.

"Your late as always," muttered a rather aged Breton councilman who glared at me tapping his fingers. "We need to get this matter of the military general sorted out now before it is to late and our military is left brainless at the head of a war." The rest of the council began whispering amongst themselves. I sat up straight in my luxurious chair and pulled a rolled parchment from the drawer next to me, in turn handing it to the guard at my side.

"I believe this will answer the questions you have for me." The guard handed it to the councilman who looked over it then lowered it glaring back at me.

"You can't possible be serious about this," he growled through rotting teeth. I grinned back,

"Actually yes I can be very serious of this."

Daric, Kambria Castle

Listien smirked before speaking, his voice deceptively strong for such a feeble looking man. "Do not think this Assembly blind, for we know of the rebel actions to the east. However, if Wayrest is indeed going to become involved personally so close to our own homes than mobilizing an army is not going to send the the proper signal to them."

Many in the crowd around the room nodded in agreement, and even Daric had to admit he agreed with the Archon, something that was a rarity. The Archon was not finished however.

"Ever has Kambria sat on a precarious perch, being on the main roads to the west coast and in between such powers as Wayrest and Camlorn. Our position calls for precious little error in our actions and the slightest misstep will send us over the edge of a very high cliff. If Wayrest is going to be investigating Koegria, than they will be looking for answers in Kambria, no doubt or at least keeping a nosy eye on us, and to mobilize an army might incite their anger."

More nods and murmurs of agreement came from the Senators around the room, as a small smile found its way onto the Archons lips, before continuing. "We understand your worries, Master Chevalier, for any good leader would be worried if war was on his doorstep, and help shall come for your house, don't worry. But as for full mobilization of our forces, or even partial, this Assembly will never allow. Not at this time at least."

With those words, he quieted, relaxing in his seat, glancing over at Daric who had sat forward to speak before Louis could respond to the Archons denial.

"We shall of course provide supplies for you, old friend. Weapons, armor, food stuffs, building supplies and perhaps a small garrison force could accompany you back home, if you give enough time to have it all put together. To risk open war, we cannot do at the moment. But we shall not ignore our neighbors and best allies in their time of need either, and so help is being offered, should you wish to accept what we give you."

Assembly of Citizens, City of Dwynnen

Speaker Leonard Smitt shifted uneasily under the glare of Sir Geoff le Tanner. He wasn't comfortable in his presence of his Baron's champion; his harsh gaze, reputation, and unfriendly grin made Tanner a frightening man indeed. He had arrived the morning, plowing through the streets of the city with a large body of horseman. They were in full-armor, and had come armed. Knowing that the upper-class often took their pleasures at the expense of the commons, the people of Dwynnen prudently shuttered themselves within their houses; waited for the Order of the Raven to leave. When news had reached the Assembly, which was in meeting that day to discuss the new offer sent by the Represenatives, that an armed collum was approaching, most there went white, convinced that they had pushed their liege lord too far. Had demanded too much.

Not like they could hope to wring any concessions out of Olwyn. As citizens of Dwynnen, they were bound to the Baron just like their countrymen. Most of those meeting that fine Spring day were in their forties. As such, they were all still apart of the Ceitherne, not allowed to retire to a full civilian life till they reach their sixtieth year. Leonard Smitt was one of those few in the Common Chamber that was retired. He did not personally know Olwyn of Dwynnen, no one really did for that matter, but he was confident that his lord did not have violence in mind. Tanner, but their Baron. No Son of Othrok would abuse his people.

"So whay have you come today, my lord de Tanner?" Smitt was hardput not to have fear creep into his voice.

Geoff grinned wider, menacingly. "We were hunting, in fact. But our quarrey has been hard to find." He saw that the Speaker was now utterly confused, and Geoff laughed lightly. "We were hoping you could help us, Smitt."

"As the Order of the Raven commands, so do we obey."

"Bear you keep that in mind in the future, sir."

The temperature seemed to drop abrubtly for Smitt. The venom in de Tanner's voice was even more frightening than his cold smile. But the Speaker was determined not to show his fear, and he said composedly, "You said you need help on your hunt, sir?"

"Yes, quite right." Geoff reached into the satchel he had around his waist and from it produced a paper. "Here it is, read it." Smitt took the paper, and broke the seal. What was already blanched skin went completley bloodless as he scanned the paper.

"What is this?"

"I know you are no fool, Smitt. Those are orders directly from the Baron. You are to deliver into our custody all those belonging to the Represenative Party for deportation. Also, if you know the locations of any other Represenatives currently within Dwynnen, you are to reveal them to us forthwith. Failing to comply and the Order of the Raven will be compelled to arrest you....And take you to Wightmoor Castle." Smitt nodded quietly. He knew quite well that he was trapped, unable to gainsay his baron without fear of reprisal. He saw in this order the deathknell of Dwynnen's chances for democratization, and was awed by this display of Baronial Power. Still present....Still absolute.

Castle Daggerfall, residence of king Gothryd

"Impressive. You managed to slip by the guards quite easily."

A figure emerged from the shadows of one of the doorways, being the spymaster Haubert. Providing no safe passage to the castle was a good test for the assassin; a completely inept one would've failed to get past, and even experienced ones would have trouble as this was, after all, the residence of a king. Then there was also the fact that getting rid of at least a portion of the exterior guard would've aroused suspicions from the nobles of the robe; the guards that stood at the king's doors were much easier to get rid of for one night inconspiciously.

Within a brief moment of the spymaster stepping out of his cover a light filled the hallway, having been conjured up by Haubert. For a moment more he stood silent, the flickering fire in his palm casting a strange shadow over the man's face. He was looking at the khajiit before him in an obviously inspecting fashion; he'd never seen this Alarei in person, only hearing of his exploits here in Daggerfall. I doubt we can trust him, but for this job he'll have to do. Whatever it is his majesty wants done, this catfolk will need to do it to earn his pay, and people like him are usually willing to go great lengths to secure a fat bag of gold. Pathetic. Frowning slightly, the spymaster finally turned around without a word and gestured for the Khajiit to follow.

Without turning to look if Alarei was keeping up, Haubert stepped into the dark room from which he had emerged, revealing a small antechamber to the king's bedroom, set up as a guard post complete with a small table, a weapon rack and a cupboard for food and drink. the fire on the table was still smoking, having been put out recently as the king had sent the guards out to get him some food and drink only a couple minutes ago when the spymaster alerted him of the Khajiit's presence in the castle. Alarei was supposed to slip in and out during two gaps planned by Gothryd and Haubert.

Producing a key for the door that blocked the real bedroom from the antechamber from his sleeve, Haubert unlocked the door and stepped in, waiting for Alarei to follow. Gothryd, sitting at a quite small table upon which rested the only source of light in the room - a candle - watched with mild interest as his spymaster stepped in; the king was in a rather melancholic mood as usual, even if his eyes seemed to be more worried. The prospect of meeting some or another assassin in the middle of the night didn't worry him much; when one was the king in a court such as Daggerfall's, nothing seemed surprising.

Well, save perhaps a revolution at your doorstep. A sad smile crossed Gothryd's face.

Ri'skar rubbed his brow. "Yes well I want to know. If Wayrest and Daggerfall were to.... break out into a sudden war what would be you first course of action?" Ri'skar then took a goblet off the chancellors desk and poured himself a glass of Rum from his own personal bottle he had been carrying in his bag. He then took a sip as he stared the man square in the eyes.

OOC:

I've added a decent article and link for you in the OP. Here it is: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Medieval_warfare

Also. I am advancing the RP a day for everyone except for my current conversation with Blademaster, and everyone else in interaction. Once we are done, we will advance. Steve, Fox, I have advanced you do to Dark Fox's character's traveling. After a day is advanced, then more emissaries can show up at various places.

Louis' post is short, but I have two posts in here. Also, I am writing a description for Dayton. Dayton is the captain of the scouts. Post is kind of short, but today has been a bit aggravating...


IC:

Louis Chevalier

After hearing the King's kind words, Louis smiled in joy. He hadn't necessarily been mad he had been turned down slightly, but he was glad he had gotten such a good word from the King. With that, the knight nodded to his Lord.

"I'm happy to accept your offer, Lord Daric. I understand it is a bit too early to mobilize the military, but Lord, be ready..."

Louis then turned his head looking over his shoulder at Alix.

"And you, friend, be ready too. Three decades ago, our fathers fought side by side, and I feel that we will have to do the same."

Louis turned back to the Archon and the King, glaring his eyes up at them.

"Well, Listien, Daric, is there anything else that you have to say?"



OOC:

Second day has begun...

IC:

Bhoriane, the Urvaion Scouts

Torches rode through the solemn night, the wind trembling at its own detest. It was early morning, almost to sunrise. One could hear the quiet, peaceful night; soon, it was broken. Hooves held their impacts with the stone road, as 500 men rode their way closer and closer to Bhoriane. Two men rode near the front, one being a stocky Bretic man with reddish-brownish hair. He wore what looked to be some type of plate, which appeared to be steel. A Breton, his curly brown hair flushing behind him in the wind, was speaking with the captain.

"Dayton, are you sure of these orders?"

Dayton nodded at the man coolly, eying him with a serious expression. He uttered his deep voice.

"They are of the King himself. You know what these Wayrestian nobles have done. You have your order."

The Breton nodded back.

"Very well, sir. We shall burn every noble estate that is loyal to Wayrest that will be findable."

"Rousseau has specified who is with United Bretony and who is with Wayrest. You know what you are to do."

The figures rode off into the night, and soon, many Wayrest-loyal noble estates were burned to the ground, their holders being killed. Dayton knew Charles would have no idea the scouts were from Urvaius. They looked like any other rebels.

After all...they were rebels...

ooc: uhh.. wooly, some of us are still in interactions with other characters.

ic: Alarei was moving quietly against the wall, only to have a rather irritating and somewhat blinding light shoot into his eyes. He felt like kicking him in the nuts just for lighting him up like that. His facial expression, even though it was half covered by a paw to block out the light, allowing his eye sight to adjust better to the sudden explosion of light. Normally his reflexes would be to snap the arms of the one who threw up the sudden light. He followed this person quietly, ears flicking back and forth as he contemplated this being a trap or not. Kings and queens, monarchs and rivals often always were dangerous. Or tried to undercut assassins and thieves just because they had the means to.

He entered the room where the king was, ears were back abit, thankful the light was much dimmer. Allowing for better eye adjustment. He leaned against the wall, watching the man quietly as he rubbed his eyes. When a khajiit's eyes were adjusted to darkness, be it near perfect or dimly lit, a sudden bright burst of light would be the equivalent . "So.." he spoke up quietly. "You require someone of my talents. Theft, a contract or something else?"

OOC: I'm continuing where I left off real quick but I'm going to advance as well.

IC:

Alcaire Castle, Council Hall
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"You naive fool!" shouted the councilman, shoving the paper back into the hands of the guard who returned again to my side, his hand on his hilt. "You honestly intend on freeing a condemned criminal to become the general of our army!" His face grew redder and redder, nearly a deep purple by now. My easy going attitude quickly diminished,

"Yes that again is what I intend on doing. As you saw the paper was already signed and is ready to be sent to the dungeons. I personally know the man who your council imprisoned ad I know he is not a criminal. You had him thrown into that dank hole simply because he was a strong supporter of removing the council from power. You attempted to blame him for the death of one of your own fellow councilmen. The report said that he was killed by multiple stab wounds by a blade which is of course obvious. I, however, had a mage from the military look into the body and learn of the true cause of death which was magic." The whole council seemed to shrink into their seats, their already pale faces becoming paler. "The wounds that ended his life was the fact that his heart was burned into a small bit of ash. A powerful mage would have been required to target such a small internal organ, and I believe I know who the possible culprits were." Two of the councilmen rose while the head slammed his fist onto the table.

"Are you accusing me of killing my own fellow politician?" The others looked questioningly at their leader. "How dare you make such a crude accusation on me," he began to rise from his chair, his hands shimmering a bit. "I believe you've made a grave mistake." The whole of the council was now standing, glaring at me. They all seemed to be glowing with magical energy. A loud crashing sound caught their attention for long enough as the council hall doors were flung open. Soldiers began to flood the room, shields raised, swords drawn. Among the soldiers were the few battlemages that I had resentfully acquired, their hands shimmering as well.

"You made a grave mistake yourself councilmen. Your mistake was that of guilt. I made no such accusation yet you went on the offensive hoping to kill me before your secret got out. I suppose you figured kill me and return the city to a republic. Aw but what of the king of Wayrest? I'm sure he would have disapproved of such actions. No matter however, guards if you don't mind I'd like them all disposed of. We can't simply jail powerful mages like them, we must either send them away or have them executed." The guard captain nodded and ordered his men off, shackling the council as they left. They all exited the room with hung heads except for the council head who glared at me muttering curses beneath his breath.

The Next Day, The Castle Barracks
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"Attention, men your lord is here, show some respect!" Every guard stood erect, smiling and saluting me as I entered the room, all except one however who walked towards me.

"Tasioun," he said beginning to laugh, "It's been quite a while my friend. I've worn away since the last time you saw me." The man stretched his hand toward me. His skin was pale and looked worn. He had a bit of a shiver as his hand stood in the air.

"Yes it has my friend, quite some time." I pushed his hand away and embraced him, his now skinny frame being encompassed by my own. I let him loose and stood back a moment examining him. "You sure have lost quite a bit of weight my friend. Your muscles have lost a bit of their toning as well." He brushed my concern away with a warm grin,

"Don't worry for my well being, this is what happens when your stuck in a prison for nearly a year." He eyed his own body, noticing the size difference between us now. "I didn't get much food down their neither. Would have been nice to eat a bit more than a piece of bread every night and morning." I chuckled but it faded quickly.

"I'm sorry my friend. Will you please come with me though, we have lots to discuss." He nodded and followed me as we exited the barracks and walked down the stairs leading into the courtyard. The air was cool this morning but the sun light was warm. The contrast seemed almost mystical. I found a large stone which I normally would sit on and perched atop it, my old friend sitting atop another near by. The courtyard was full of beauty. Lush greenery surrounds us as well as colorful flowers and the sound of water crashing upon itself as it tumbled down a small waterfall. It caused another warm smile to spread across my friends face.

"How do you like it," I asked quietly.

"After sitting in the same dark gray room for so long, this is like a dream." He continued to look about but finally laid his gaze upon me. "So are you curtain of this." He asked, little cheer in his voice now. "I know me and you were probably the best tacticians under your father, but I've been away from the battlefield for quite some time now. Do you really believe I'm the best choice for a general at a time like this?" I ran my finger along a crack in the rock beneath me.

"Your my only real choice. Your exactly what I need right now. If you don't already know, the events unfolding all around us are very fragile. This United Bretony could quite possible be what sets off a war. We'll either be svcked into it or we'll be a key player in it. I haven't heard word from Wayrest recently so I truly don't know the extent of emergency right now, but I know I need to have a new and trustworthy general beneath me and by my side on the battlefield." He exhaled slowly.

"Tasioun, you already know my answer. I couldn't let an opportunity like this pass through my fingers. Of course I'll be the general, but I'll need a lot of help to get started. I never made it to the rank you were in. I may have had a position of command but I wasn't the main tactician there. I'm going to need help settling in as well. My mind, well it isn't fully operating as it once was. Sitting all alone for so long left me weak and less thoughtful." He looked down seemingly out of shame, clenching his fists in frustration, most likely fighting back tears.

"Renoric, listen to me," I growled, "doubting yourself is the worst thing you could do right now. You need to believe your perfect for the position as I do. I went through all the trouble of removing you from that hole and taking out the council so I could make you my general. You need to be ready and willing or I may need to turn to someone else, no matter how little I wish to." Renoric began to laugh, tilting his head back and nearly falling off his seat.

"Still such fire in your heart my old friend," he chuckled, wiping a tear from his eye. "I would like to speak with the other ranking members of the military and make sure that we can all be on the same page. I want to start organizing military organizes so our armies can be the most feared of Wayrest. Also so I can get myself back into shape as I really do need it." At that we both broke out into laughter, all the memories of our time working together in the past flooding back to us.

"Well I don't believe you'll have any trouble getting them on your side as they are the same men we worked with under my father, and I'm sure they'll be quite pleased to call you their commanding officer."

OOC: I'll have my sheet up for Renoric my general next post. I'll also give brief descriptions of the other main officers in the military to help visualize them as they may show up a lot.

OOC: Haven't been able to post since the RP started due to school. I skimmed over some of the posts but...there's a LOT to go through so I my have missed important things...
I'm going to try and pick a location to start in since I have no clue where my character currently is located. :EOOC


Freas stood quietly still on the branch of a tall tree in a dense forest section just west of Shalgora. The boar piglet he was tracking was just bout 12 meters ahead in a dense bush area under a short, decrepit tree. He had startled the piglet a few minutes ago by tossing some pebbles in its direction causing it to make a short, but audible squeal. He was hoping the mother would hear this and come to investigate, netting him a nice catch and some food for a few days. Any minute now. I can hear something coming from the left. Freas slowly draws one last breath and holds it. Along a boar path to his left approaches the mother of the piglet, unaware of the impending death lurking above its very head. Freas readies his footing, and prepares for the attack from above when a twig snaps off to the left alerting the boar and causing it to run off into the bush. Exhaling softly and drawing another breath, Freas climbs one branch higher into the tree and searches for the source of the sound. Drawing some weight down onto a branch with his left hand, he makes a clearing just large enough to peer through. Approaching to the left of the tree was two men, elvish in nature and dressed in citizen clothing, both carrying their days supplies in packs.

The taller man turns to the other man, who at the time was carrying a dagger and smirks. "These disguises are perfect, we'll fit right into the crowd."

"We'll check the map one last time, and then burn it. We cannot afford to leave such evidence behind, if not for the safety of the one who provided it." The man held the dagger in front of his face and said to himself, "This dagger thirsts for his blood, and tonight it shall drink its fill." Sheathing the dagger to his right side and covering it with his garb he points to the tree Freas is in. The other man nods.

Underneath him now, Freas peers down on two sitting men going over a, quite clearly, hastily drawn map. Several sections of the parchment covered by different floors and arrows in different colored ink describing the path to follow, times written down, and notes scribbled here and there. If only Freas could get a few feet closer, he could get a better look at the map and see what they're up to, but not at the risk of being caught in the tree. At that moment Freas noticed the grip of the dagger in its sheath, protruding out from under the mans garb. It couldn't be! This dagger... missing for 3 whole years. Not wasting one second, Freas reaches inside of his cloak and pulls out a curved short sword with a red blade, whose surface appears to have a liquid moving across it. He pricks his finger and allows blood to flow onto the blade, and then with great precision, Freas holds the blade downward above the grip of the dagger and a droplet falls. The blood droplet hits its mark on the pommel, and the men none the wiser. With that done, Freas was free to try and get a better look at the map. However, it was too late, the men had stood up and grabbed for their packs.

After setting fire to the parchment map, the two men hurried off into the forest south towards Daggerfall. Fools. All that talk about evidence and they forgot to check all the trees in the area for me before leaving the map still burning. Dropping out from the tree, Freas landed on the map effectively snuffing the fire. About one third of the map remained with charred parchment along one edge, just enough for something to be made of the original drawing. Problem was... none of the floor plans indicated on this map were familiar to Freas and according to one of the times written on the unburned section of the parchment, he had but to night to figure it out.

"Looks like I wont be eating any time soon, seems I'm heading to Daggerfall." Freas turned towards Daggerfall, the same direction the two men set toward. At their pace, they'd be there in a little over an hour. I'll be there in half that.

Licking the rest of the blood off of his finger, Freas sheathed his red blade under his cloak and set off towards Daggerfall.


OOC: To learn more about my character - Go to Page 1, Ctrl+F, type Freas, and hit ENTER once.

OOC:

Here are my military men. Some of these posts will be short, since I am doing quite a few of them (and eh, I am sort of suffering from dehydration). Verlox, EB, don't mind the guard control. Man, I'm tired... I'll do another post for Dayton tomorrow.

Count Montierre DeFortescue II (Breton, 24):
Henry is a tall Breton at 6'2, and wears his blond hair slicked back. He normally wears a rich blue jacket over his purple linen shirt, the blue collar flipping down behind his neck. His face is young with hardly any wrinkles, and his deep blue eyes match his shirt perfectly. He is quite skinny and only rules from his castle, not daring to step onto the battlefield. He is a politician after all. His father died recently to natural causes. His father was in his 40's when his only son was born. Though Montierre has gained much wisdom and seems to patient and clever, rulers around the area are waiting to see what Montierre will make of his father's small kingdom.

Charles Martel (Breton, 38):
Called "Charles the Hammer", Charles is a bulky Breton at average height, boasting long, curly dark brown hair to go with a beard of the same description. His grey-steel plate armor protects him quite well, and he sometimes wears a was helm that covers all of his face, bowling up at the top, a metal strip going down the helmet on the backside of his neck. He is a man of honor, but can be ruthless and cunning. He is known to be brave, fighting in battle with his own troops. For some he is easy to get along with, while for others, he is very objective to their opinion. He carries a battle-axe into battle along with a large circular shield. Charles grew up in the military, as his father was an officer in the army. Montierre's father appointed him general when he was at the age of 30. The former count said that he did not pick Charles because of friendship or any political factor, but because "He was the only man fit for such a job, who held the discipline, strength, and intelligence to do so". His horse is a large brown war-steed, clothed in steel mail. On Charles' armor and shield, the symbol of Urvaius is shown, the head of a bull shown in front of a crossed sword and axe.

Bertrand du Guesclin (Breton, 35):
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Bertrand is a short, muscular man. He stands at about 5'8, riding a powerful large war-horse who is coated in steel mail. Bertrand himself features no facial hair, his hair being a short black cut. Wearing steel torso plate and greaves along with circular plates that protect his joints, he wears steel mail. He is usually armed with a lance and a steel longsword, bearing the mark of Urvaius. Bertrand is a nobleman, who is competitive and skilled. He always thinks he must prove himself do to the fact that he is short. When he started out in the military, he was first picked on by the larger men, that is, until he proved his toughness and leadership. He rose through the ranks after putting down several loyalists, one making him famous when he stabbed a man into a tree. He is one of Charles' great friends, Charles often serving as a mentor to him. Virtually, Bertrand is a rival to everyone, or sees it that way do to his shortness. Overall, he is second in command in the army.

Gaston de Foix (Breton, 32):
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Gaston is a man of average stature, his curly brown hair being decently long, slight facial hair going down his jaw (refer to image). Gaston isn't muscular like Charles or Bertrand, but is about a normal size, his mass and height fitting perfectly together. His steel armor is carbonated to a grey color (detail shown in picture), bearing the same symbol of Urvaius. He bears a long spear as his primary weapon, along with a steel longsword as his side arm. He may wear a steel helmet in certain instances, which looks somewhat similar to that of an Imperial commander: http://www.swordsdirect.com/PA923.jpg Gaston is usually a quiet man, but is determined. He holds work ethic, and can be a leader when it is needed. He always follows orders, even if it may mean death for him and his men. His steed is covered in steel mail, but he sometimes does not go into battle mounted.

Dayton Allen (Breton, 31):
Dayton is the cunning and deceptive military officer of the army. He holds charge of spies, scouts, assassins, and virtually every unorthodox tactic. His curly sandy-brown hair is short cut, but still shows its curls. Dayton himself stands at 5'9, having a lean body. His light brown eyes almost directly match his hair. Unlike the other officers, he carries a bow and quiver and wears leather armor, which still holds the same symbol of Urvaius. In an actual battle, he commands the archers. His mount nearly naked, using its natural quickness to the best of its ability. In certain instances, he is known to spy himself.

IC:


Saxon, Dwynnen

A man came walking in to the castle room, several guards in front of him. That man was Saxon of Ilessan, one of the most polite men in Bretony. Even though he was born in Ilessan, his loyalty was with Urvaius, for that is where his family had moved, where he had grown up, and where the important things in his life were. Now he was sent to speak with the Baron of Dwynnen, Olwyn, a man of power. While Olwyn did not appear to be what was expected, Saxon well knew who he was and what he was capable of. After all, a man's appearance did not define him as a whole. Saxon approached the baron, speaking in the most respectful voice he could muster.

"Baron, Olwyn of Dwynnen. It is I, Saxon. I speak for Count Montierre DeFortescue II, the Lord of Urvaius in the east."


William, Anticlere

The young Breton approached the main room of the castle, followed by several of Anticlere's own guards. If everything was as he had hoped, Gaubert would be waiting there. William kept his folder in his right hand, the detail of his orders in it. William finally found himself in the room, and said what the count had told them all to say at presentation. "I am William of Urvaius, and I speak for Count Montierre DeFortescue II."

William had the sly, crafty look on his face as always, but it held respect to Gaubert. He was now ready to present what Montierre had to say.


Montierre DeFortescue II, Charles Martel, Bertrand du Guesclin, Gaston de Foix

The room was dark, a lone light hanging in the middle of the stone room. Below it was a round table large enough to hold seven men, and four of the seven sat at it. Some type of map was laid on the table, and if one looked at it, he could obviously see what it was. It was a map of western High Rock, from Wayrest and west of it. One was the count, clothed in his usual attire. His face looked stressed but focused, and for the other men, one could see the trials in their eyes. These men were all figured in their armor, the same bull carved into it. With all of the men prepared, the Count pointed to a place on the map: Bhoriane. Each man leaned forward to get a better look at it, and then the first spoke up.

"Well, Count, you sent Dayton?"

The count merely glanced over and responded, his eyes sure as ever.

"Yes, Charles. Now you must follow his path."

The count presented a yellow folder to Charles, who grabbed it immediately. The other two men sat back, but their faces were still curious. The count continued.

"You know your orders as I have told you. You will command the soldiers. It is best if you go soon Charles. We need to eliminate any threat Wayrest holds for us."

Bertrand spoke up from the right of Charles, staring curiously at the count.

"The cavalry should be there in a day. For the soldiers, it will likely take two."

The count responded at him, easing himself.

"Very well Bertrand. Charles, take your men and go now at early day. I am sure Dayton has cleared out some of the nobles. You are in charge of the camp site, the troops. You will know what to do. Go now. If the cavalry are there by night, you can set up camp unnoticed and rest. Your meeting place with Dayton will be shown in the folder. Now go men, and good luck to you."

The men nodded, and each stepped his way out of the room, except for Charles, who turned back before he exited.

"And good luck to you, friend."

Chancellor's Quarters, Camlorn Castle

"Yes well I want to know. If Wayrest and Daggerfall were to.... break out into a sudden war what would be you first course of action?" Ri'skar stared at him sternly.

It was a question that was a little too open. Dandre wished that Ri'skar had asked something more direct. He had to actually think about what he would say. "I assume you mean if Wayrest and Daggerfall were to attack United Bretony, as a war between Daggerfall and Wayrest would be irrelevant to us. This hypothetical situation, to me, is just so. I seriously doubt that Daggerfall and Wayrest seek war together or individually at the moment."

He began to take a more assertive tone. "Both are jealous of our new found nation, but neither are stupid enough to blindly run into battle with no logical motive." Dandre took a rather large gulp of the liquor. "But to answer your inquiry, my first action would be to sort our enemies from our friends. If we know who our true allies are, we will be able to defend from our foes. Now the Kingdom of Wayrest would have to be our primary focus. Daggerfall's reliance on nobles would slow their ability to mobilize. Not to mention the distance and amount of city-states in between us which can be used as buffers." His thoughts became more coherent. "Wayrest's more professional armies and tyrannic leaders would allow them to mobilize faster and there is only one major city-state, Kambria, separating them from us."

Dandre paused for a moment hoping to let his words sink in. "Your input would be appreciated. The more opinions we have the easier it is to decide the best. It was men who thought they and only they knew all that lead Camlorn through such a bloody history." His hands clapped onto his desk and he waited patiently for a response.

OOC: Alright, so I'm going to be arriving at Daggerfall soon. What is this city like exactly? Some one fill me in on it's details so I know wtf I'm talking about. Is there a king? Is there already a map of the place somewhere? :EOOC

Daric, Kambria Castle

Daric nodded, a small smile on the corners of his lips as his friend was clearly happy at the news. As the man turned to speak to Alix, the old Strategos nodded warmly to acknowledge the man, and stood as he finished speaking before Listien or Daric could speak.

"It would be an honor for me to take the mission of supporting the Chevalier house and our allies in this troubled time, and if the Assembly will allow it, I will personally go with our men to assist in the task." He nodded once more at Louis and sat down, watching as Listien stood to speak again.

"In this matter, I suggest that four score of men, mainly psiloi, be sent with groups of engineers and a dozen carts of weapons, armor, and building supplies as well as basic foodstuffs for our own men so that you need not burden yourself with feeding them." He glanced over at Alix and continued. "And to lead this good will mission, I say General Yeomcroft shall lead the men."

There were many hushed whispers at the last part of the order, as the young General who sat in the front row across from Alix remained passive at his nomination, knowing the Archon supported him fully in most matters. Truly, Listien did not care for the young, headstrong General but he preferred the easy-to-control puppet, Ciel, to the old and independent Alix, especially when the General would have been out-of-state with soldiers.

"A fine decision, Archon," started Daric strongly, "but I believe that six score soldiers should be sent for this matter, and that half should be our heavy spearmen with the other half assorted psiloi. This is a serious matter, and for Chevalier to fall would mean that we are next in line!"

There were loud shouts of 'Aye!' from around the room, signifying the collective agreement of the idea, and Listien sighed in disappointment but nodded as well. "Very well, six score or one hundred and twenty soldiers, half heavy infantry and the other half psiloi shall be sent along with a group of defense engineers, and a dozen carts of weapons, armor, building supplies of wood and stone and foodstuffs for the men for a month; all under the leadership of General Yeomcroft." He looked around the room, making sure nobody disagreed, then banged the wooden mallet.

"Assembly adjourned!" he barked, and immediately left the room, sweeping past Louis and his knights, followed by the young Ciel and a few loyal Chancellors. Daric smiled at the back of the Archons head, and moved towards Louis with a grin. Alix came down from his seat to meet them.

"I enjoy making that one angry." laughed Daric as he patted Louis on the shoulder.

Alix came next to them, not a hint of a smile on his old face as he gave a similar pat on Louis' shoulder. "Beware General Yeomcroft." he said ominously. "He is young, arrogant and a puppet of the Archon, and the Archon will not hesitate to pull our help back from you should he feel you're getting to... offensive in this war."

Daric nodded sadly, knowing how Ciel was right in the pocket of the Archon. "It will not take two days to have all the supplies and soldiers prepared if you and your men can wait. We can have rooms for you in the castle while you are here, or if you are in a hurry we can send the help behind you to arrive later." he said.


OOC: Psiloi is just a broad term for skirmishers, archers ect. A score is twenty in case there is confusion.



Ambassador Jamison of Northpoint, Camlorn

The middle aged Breton looked around at his small entourage of hired guards, smiling meekly as they strode through the city. After a week or so of traveling, they had finally reached Camlorn but their journey was far from over. They still had to head through the mysterious Dwynnen and through Bhoriane before turning north and returning home after a stop in Koegria.

The trip through the city was uneventful and as he made his way to the Castle he made himself known to the guards, observing protocol.

"I am Ambassador Jamison, hailing from the city-state of Kambria and speaking on behalf of her King Daric and the High Assembly and Archon Listien. I bring word for your leaders, concerning Kambria's position in United Bretony and as well as a few other matters that must be discussed privately."

Isle of Balifera
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Approaching Direnni tower was a lone altmer. Having chosen to leave his bodyguards at the docks, the mer approached one of the guards and stated his purpose.

"I am Tyermenin, representative of Wayrest and King Charles Syagrius. I would like to speak to Lord Direnni (OOC: any first names?)."

Castle Wayrest
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Syagrius sat on his throne, content that all was in motion. The Military would soon be in its places, and his diplomats would soon be entering negotiations. Unfortunately, such contentment would not last. His spymaster approached the throne from the shadowy corners of Castle Wayrest's main hall, and bending down, whispered into the king's ear.

"A messenger just arrived via recall. Numerous noble estates have been burned to the ground in the area around Bhoriane." If there was one man who could deliver bad news to the king, it was his spymaster. The only man in the court who did not find himself fazed when the King revealed his anger. Also, his position ensured that he did not become the murdered messenger.

The King's face turned a noticeable red as he heard this, and his fists clenched. The nerve of those rebel scum! I'd sooner burn that city then tolerate another act of terrorism! They will pay! With fire in his eyes and his fist clenched tight, he drew the attention of the entire court, who were initially more interested in the spymaster than anything. The King, noticing that all eyes were on him, and that his rage was obvious, decided to pronounce sentence here and now rather then wait for someone to notice what happened. HE stood up and walked to the end of the elevated platform that his throne was situated on. As he walked, he took several deep breaths, and by the time he reached the edge he was no longer clenching his fists, and the redness of his face was beginning to dissipate.

"I have just been informed that numerous noble houses were burned to the ground around Bhoriane by terrorists. In order to protect the people of this great Kingdom from further acts of terrorism, We will rendition all surviving noble estates in the area around Bhoriane to Wayrest, for their safety and protection."

Though some might not understand the true gravity of the King's words, the spymaster understood perfectly. The members of the surviving noble estates were to be brought to Wayrest for "special treatment," and executed if they were resistant.

Castle Daggerfall

"I need to have someone removed." Gothryd's voice wasn't nervous or anything of the sort. The king sounded as if he was ordering one of his servants to open a bottle of wine. "There is little drama to the situation - the man has had the unluck to live in a time when revolution is at my doorstep, and I need a way to encourage my nobles to react. The best way to do that, as it would seem, is to remove one of them in a way that'd make it seem this is the work of the rabble that would declare themselves the uniters of our realm. Though a newcommer to our land, I trust you've heard of their so-called divine task."

A knock on the door forced the king to stop. Haubert opened the door, careful not to let the person on the other side see the table Gothryd and Alarei were sitting by; these were obviously the two guards Gothryd had sent out earlier to get him some food. Indeed, when the doors closed, Haubert walked up to the table with a smal silver tray, holding some light snack for two - fruits, fresh rolls of bread and two elegant glasses of old Daggerfallian wine, taste fit for a king.

"Do help yourself. The wine is most excellent." Gothryd gestured towards the snacks, taking one of the glasses and sipping some of the wine. The taste left him satisfied, causing a small smile cross his face. "Now where was I... Oh yes."

"The man I need removed is a noble of the robe by the name of Jean Beris. My good friend," Gothryd stopped to gesture towards Haubert. "reports that he is currently residing in his estate near the twon of Eastspring, located in the very north-east of my kingdom, right on the border of Shalgora. If there is need of that, sir Vules will provide you with a map. There is nothing else I require of you but to make poor Jean's death suggest the involvement of United Bretony; how to do that I leave up to you. I was told your skills are adequate for a task of this importance, so hopefully you will be able to figure out a way."

"See to it that you do not fail my trust, and I will see to it that your reward be appropriate for a task I consider very important." Taking another sip of wine, the king fell silent for a couple moments.

"If you have any questions, ask them. It is in my best interest, and yours, that this task be fullfilled as I want it to be."

He thought for a moment, after having taken a seat, he relaxed and curled his tail upwards, not even jolting when a knock came to the door, his hand instinctively going to a throwing Knife that was sheathed on his chest. The silver tray being placed onto the table, "Do help yourself, the wine is most excellent" the king had said as he took a drink from the wine. He held his paw up in polite refusal. He listened more, his tail bringing up a small bottle of water kept on Alarei's belt, taking it into his paw he took a drink and hooked it back onto his belt, listening to the King speak. His ears twitched, every sound in the room was alive, the movement of cloth from Haubert, the king's cloth brushing on the table, even their breathing. As soon as the words, Any questions were said he formulated what he would say.

"Well, does this Jean Beris have any children? A wife? If so how many? Has he shown any form of dislike towards having your lands united under the banner of wayrest? Any forms of business there, trade?" he kept himself thorough with his questioning, "As for the contract this is, I need to know what you are willing to pay for this man to be removed."

OOC: Ravanger, it will take more than a day to get to Kambria. Not yet buddie. And pause on the Isle too, we have someone who is working on their sheet to take it. Once they get it in and post you can arrive there on the second day. As far as distance, it takes one day to ride on horseback from Urvaius to Bhoriane, so that is about your scale. I'll post in a few hours.

EDIT:

Ravanger your guy will be in Kambria on the morning of the third day. As for Balferia, I will have the new RPer in the RP controlling them respond to your post.

Ravanger, your King HAS NOT gotten the message of the burning yet, and he will not get it until midday of the third day.

Gaubert, Throne Room



Gaubert stood in the center of an elegant room. In his hands stood the list of the men that were participating in the militia, and any medical defects that they might of had. Gaubert had a quill in his hand, scratching off any names which he thought would not perform well in the defense of Anticlere. Everyone had to be in good shape or else they would just get in the way. However, Gaubert knew that the general public would look at this with kindness and assume that he didn't want anyone to get hurt. However, a voice drifted into the room, somebody whom he recognized, one of his elite guards.

"Milord, you have a visitor!" The voice came out in a metallic sort of way, as it was blocked by a huge helmet. The guard quickly came to attention as a man walked in, whom he didn't recognize at all. "I am William of Urvaius, and I speak for Count Montierre DeFortescue II." Gaubert, slightly frustrated, looked away from his paper. It better of been good. Gaubert felt a slimy feeling crawl up his skin-and it caught him off guard. He quickly dismissed it, as he knew it was one of his guards setting up a high-level shield spell on Gaubert, in case this new visitor had malicious intents.

"Well, William, follow me." Gaubert said. Flanked by guards, Gaubert walked up some stairs. He took a left and opened a door that entered a sound-proof council room. It was empty. The guards would stop William at the door and ask for his weapons. If he refused, they would instantly paralyze him and forcefully remove his weapons. Gaubert took a seat at the head of the table, and awaited William.

OOC: Crappy Post, soz.

Troops Used:

Dragon's Guard [10/10] - Guards of Gaubert, they wear ebony armor and ebony weapons. They all have halberds and full sets of ebony. They wear scarlet capes and are the epiphany of fighters in Anticlere. Only the best of fighters are allowed to become Dragon's Guards. Guards are also trained in the arcane arts. They are masters in Alteration, Restoration, Conjuration, Destruction, and Illusion.

OOC: HERE'S JOHNNY.

Name: Emperor Elusmyr

Race: Altmer

Age: 230(looks 23)

Gender: Male

Birthsign: The Tower

Physical Appearance: He is a tall Altmer, with golden skin. His delicate face has sharp features and he has oiled back Black hair that reaches down past his neck. His eyes are purple, and his face looks as if permanently amused. His frame is thin, and he is obviously not much of a fighter.

Apparel (clothing and armor): He wears a black and burgundy outfit with a long flowing purple cape. He holds a golden, diamond tipped sceptre and wears a jeweled crown.

Weapons: Sceptre, Jewel Encrusted Ornate Sword and sheath.

Misc: Is skilled in all magic to a competent degree, and has a knack for use of a longsword. He is also a trained diplomat.

Misc Info: Elusmyr is rather devious, and will use any underhanded method to achieve victory for himself in politics. Elusmyr can be harsh, but under this he genuinely cares for the Direnni people, and wants them to love him.

History/Bio: Elusmyr was born into the royal family during a time of prolonged peace in the Direnni isles. The dust of the past had settled, and life had taken on an almost dream like quality. They were protected from invaders and pirates by the Direnni, though they still maintained a strong fleet at all times. The courts could be posionous, yes, but his father was a master at keeping the nobles in line. The elves, however, live longer and remember much. And Elusmyr was raised with his ears filled with tales of the former direnni empire, which once ruled a quarter of Tamriel. Elusmyr befriended his king's new chief advisor, Elindrin quickly. Elindrin was appointed as Elusmyr's personal trainer in swordsmanship and magic, while he's father took time to teach him the intrigues of courts and statemanship, while the royal treasury to train him in the art of financing a realm. Elusmyr grew accustomed to what would be expected of him as king, and he worried little. However, when he was 170, his father was killed in a hunting accident, and the royal court was called to discuss who would take the throne, rumour had it that both of Elusmyr's brothers were to claim the throne, but sadly, they both died of unfortunate accidents before they could stake their claims. Elindrin took to the running of the nation well, however, he was in a constant battle to keep the nobles happy and under control. Many believed him too young to ascend the throne, and others believed he was responsible for the accidents which befell his brothers. However, through much intrigue and political maneuvering, Elusmyr managed to solidify his control over the court. Once political stability was restored, he turned his attention to farthering economic development, funding new colonies in the islands to the west of the main Direnni isle. After this period, he became increasingly more interested in the military aspects of the nation, especially as united bretony was created and war was on the tips of everyone's tongues. Elusmyr has been ordering the training of new goblins and the building of new ships for the defence of Direnni.

Staff:

Elindrin(Age 410): General of the Direnni Army and Chief Adviser on Military matters to the king. Elindrin and Elusmyr have a close relationship, and it was often Elindrin telling him of the tales of old Direnni he had learned from his own ancestors. Elindrin was once a mage in the Direnni army, and trained Elusmyr to be competent in most aspects of magic. Elindrin takes an active role in the ruling of Direnni as a close friend of Elusmyr. Elindrin has a rivalry with Calendras. He has short, curled brown hair and a toughened face.

Calendras(Age 210): Extremely young for such a prestigous rank, but Admiral Calendras has earned his place as Admiral of the Direnni navy through tactical skill and raw political cunning. He is xenophobic and cruel-hearted. He is famous for his mean treatment of his crew, and his hatred and disdain for non-altmer. He is captain of "The Unicorn", the most powerful ship in the fleet. He has a rivalry with Elindrin, who thinks he is not experienced or competent enough for the post and that his attidude is contrary to that of a good navy commander. He has short blond hair, and is rather short by Altmer standards.

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Direnni Tower, Isle of Balfiera


Elusmyr sat on his marble, gold-worked throne indifferently. He sat with one leg over the knee of the other, with his elbow on the arm of his throne, his hand cupping his chin lazily. He twirled his sceptre in his hand. Two ancient wooden doors on each side of him lead deeper and higher into the tower, respectively. Two large doors marked the entrance into the rectangular throne room, and a long red rug started at the bottom of the doors and slithered it's way up to Elusmyr's throne. Torches blazed on each side of the room, their flickering joining the hearth positioned in the left side of the room in giving the room lighting. Two guards stood at the main doors, standing proudly and vigilently, Elindrin had handpicked them as Elusmyr's person guards. Three mages sat at one of the two long tables that dominated the room, breaking the silence as they discussed their studies.

To Elusmyr's left, his personal assistant and scribe, Richmar sat on a stool, giving him an update on how much grain had been consumed by the army this quarter, as opposed to the amount collected as tithes. "Our income of grain is acceptable now, but over the past few months, it's been slowly declining due to farmer's leaving their homes to build new towns and villages further out in unused islands, as per your expansion policy. I'd like to request that you decrease the grant given to founders of new colonies, so as to not lure too many farmers from their homes. Your thoughts, sire?"

Elusmyr sighed and brushed strands of black hair from his eyes. "I'll think about your proposition, and once I have reached a conclusion I think worthy, I shall contact you. Does that finish your list of concerns for today?" He snapped, lazily. "Yes, milord. If you no longer need me, I shall depart now and se-". Richmar was cut off by the closed doors of the throne room's entrance opened squeakily and a servant scurried in, a guard and a well-dressed Altmer trailing after him.

"Emperor, I beg your forgiveness for this interruption, but Tyermenin, representative of Wayrest and King Charles Syagrius, seeks audience with his highness." The servant spoke carefully as he bowed.

Elusmyr leaned forward in his throne. "I accept your request for audience, Tyermenin. Welcome to Direnni Tower, friend. What business brings a representative of Wayrest to my halls?" He said curtly. However, his interest was growing rapidly. It had been quite some time since Wayrest had sent a messenger or diplomat last. 'Perhaps they seek military aid in these troubling times' He smiled to himself. [i]'Good luck getting it'[i]?He eagerly awaited this messenger's reply.