Freas arrived in Daggerfall just as he supposed he would. The vibe of the town seemed as if nothing had happened quite yet, so it would seem he did in fact beat the two elvish men here. Not surprising.

Problem now was, Freas had to find out who was in charge of this town. The castle walls were visible in the near distance, a reasonable walk from the entrance of the town. Surely he couldn't just... walk into the castle unquestioned. Not to mention, his intentions were not to do harm in this case, but to prevent it. He must find the king of this town, and with much haste.

Passing through town Freas stopped momentarily to grab some bread from a nearby vendor, who was pleased at the receiving of such a generous tip. It's only money, thought Freas. He wouldn't even need money to survive if it wasn't for having to interact with people in towns on the rare occasion. Despite his hunger, he couldn't manage to finish the whole portion of bread he had bought, so he stuffed the rest of it under his cloak for later. More important matters overshadowed his own urge to assimilate nutrition.

OOC: I'm going to make the assumption that this castle has castle doors with guards... :EOOC

"Halt, what is your business here at the Castle of Daggerfall?" asked the guard on the left with great boldness, holding his weapon out in front of the castle doors. The other guard places his hand on the hilt of his sword and stands tall.

Sliding his hood off of his head to reveal his whole head, and to hopefully show he means no threat to them, he calmly, but assertively says, "I must speak to the king! The matter may be of life and death."

"Has there been a threat to his life you have information on?", questioned the guard on the right. "This wouldn't be the first time, I assure you."

"My name is Freas Hawkstrain Masterhart, I hail from Alcaire. I must speak to the king, there isn't much time I assure you."

OOC: I believe this post is for PFA to handle. :EOOC

OOC: Sorry Falcon, I'll need to put off responding to you for a bit. Right now Gothryd is in the past.



IC: Castle Daggerfall

"Poor Jean can boast not of a family, that being one of the reasons I picked him. One has to be as humane as possible in such matters; think of the pain a wife and her children would have to endure if their pater familias simply dropped dead one day." The true reason for picking Jean was actually far from the one Gothryd voiced. Since the noble had no heirs, his lands would pass into the king's hands, strengthening his position - the House Beris held lands mainly in Daggerfall, and more control over his kingdom was preffered.

"As for his political views..." Gothryd took another sip of the wine and sighed. He felt tired and no longer in the mood to deal with this Alarei; and, being a king, he tended to get whatever he was in the mood for. Strength of will, my dear friend. This is important, but as soon as possible I'll get rid of this assassin and send him on his merry way to do what he's paid for. Wasting valuable rest is for the greater good, as usual for kings. One must place his goals before needs. Rubbing his eyes wearily, the king continued:

"Sir Jean, as most of the nobles of the robe in my realm, is a very conservative man. He believes himself the king of his little world and fights whoever would threaten it, be it Wayrest or his sovereign. Though he knows the rabble that preach unity are a threat, he would never be the one to propose a move against them; and I am completely certain he would fully oppose an alliance with Wayrest and use any and all resources at his disposal to prevent such a thing from happening. He is afraid of change, as we all are, however he has the unfortunate tendency to show it more openly than most others, even my nobility."

"As for payment..." The king fell quiet for a moment, fixing his eyes on the burning candle. Around half of it had melted; he would have to get a servant to replace it tomorrow. "Thirty thousand Capets should suffice I suppose? That would be fifteen thousand Septims, in the case you are not familiar with local currencies. If that be the case I recommend you work to amend that... You may find Septims aren't accepted everywhere in High Rock anymore."

OOC: I guess I will make a description for Guilliame later in the week when I have time. Jerod, I'm opening a window for you. Just post when your writer's block goes away. I fear JonasVault has some writer's block too. They haven't quit yet guys.

IC:

Louis Chevalier

Hearing the King's words of the gullible young general sent to follow himself, Louis figured it was best to keep his eye out. He had good friends in Alix and Daric, but it was ironic that the rule was split so well. Listien rivaled Daric, and Ciel rivaled Alix. Somehow though, they all appeared to get along.

Or did it only appear that way...?

"It seems I shall stay myself until the men may come, at least over night. It is a long ride back to my estate."

He turned to Guilliame, the second knight in his order who had gone with him. Guilliame appeared as a man with short, shaggy brown hair and blue eyes. He was slightly larger than the average one of his race, standing at 6'0. He was a loyal man of honor, but was often very quiet and serious, usually not speaking unless he was asked to.

"Guilliame, select four of the knights to go back with you to the estate, tell the soldiers of the news as well as the other knights. Send the scouts on another search, tell them to scan the area. I will stay here for the knight and hopefully get everything straightened out. I will come with the men tomorrow."

Guilliame nodded at Louis, then at the King and Alix. His face was determined as always, and now he went back to the knights where he would pick his four. Soon the man was gone, and four knights were left with Louis.

"Daric, if you offer for me to hold residence for me here, I will stay a night and come with the men tomorrow. Guilliame should be able to handle everything until then."



William, Anticlere


William proceeded into the room where Gaubert sat, but was stopped by guards. The guards were woven in ebony, one's deep tone echoing from the metal cloak.

"Remove your weapons sir."

The voice was stern, a serious one you would normally here from a security official. The voice seemed to show no emotion, echoing in a fearful way from the black helmet which lay over the face from which it first came from. William wasn't afraid of this though, he wasn't afraid of really anything. William tightened his voice to match the man who had just spoken to him.

"I will, but do not be alarmed when I do, nor precede to harm me. I do not wish to harm any of you, in fact, you may close the entrance temporarily."

One of the men nodded, looking through the door at Gaubert and nodding once more. He shut the door. William then nodded at the men, and pulled a string in his gray robe, which set it apart on the front as something similar to a zipper. The coke dropped to the floor, which revealed William's true apparel.

A Breton man strapped in gray leather revealed himself, a crossbow slung over his back, a dagger at his thigh, a small sword strapped to the front of his chest. William was more than just an emissary; he was an agent. He was one that could fight, spy, kill, do whatever was necessary. Though he could speak, he was used for just more than speaking. One by one, he unstrapped every weapon from his body and handed it to the guard.

"Don't be alarmed. The count uses all of my skills. I am an emissary, a spy, sometimes a soldier, whatever you make it out to be. I come as an emissary today."

William's curly black hair was now unrestrained, taking full flight without being pressured by an unworn hood. He preceded into the room and sat down at the table near Gaubert.

"Montierre sent me here to give you a message, an important one at the very least."

William pulled a yellow folder from underneath his torso pad, opening it and placing it in front of the ruler, revealing the contents inside.

"This contains a map of the area, the plan, Montierre's letter to you, and last of all, the seal of Urvaius."

William pointed to the seal, which held the bull symbol as any other special thing of the town would have had. William then pointed to the letter, which read:

Gaubert of Anticlere,

This will be a short letter, as I am busy at this very day. William shall explain to you the rest, but for now, I will tell you the basics of this plan. It appears from my intelligence some type of report was sent to Charles of Wayrest do to the increasing rebel activity in the area. As you know, the nobles are more or less divided, and we feel uncomfortable with any kind of Wayrestian hold in the area, as Daggerfall is to the south. By the time you receive this letter, 500 scouts will have been sent to Bhoriane and already burned several noble estates (who were loyal to Wayrest) to the ground. My military is now being sent, and should be starting their mobilization towards the city on the day you receive this. We plan to eliminate this threat quickly and with the least noise, but we ask for your naval support, preferably your small fireflies. It is best to sneak up on the Bhorianian navy now while we can, and damage it to the best ability. If Charles of Wayrest will want to secure his territory and defend it, he will have to send his own men. Intelligence is thriving in the city, and every bit of information we receive will be sent by copy directly from Bhoriane to Anticlere. William shall explain this in more detail. If you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask him.

To you, friend and ally,

Montierre



Dayton Allen, outside Bhoriane

The room was dark, hardly no light at all excluding the lone torch light springing from the middle of the round table. Five men sat at this table, and if one looked in the room, they could tell it was obviously secretive, having no windows and only cupboards and a weapon rack, along with a archery practice-target. Each man was a man of intelligence, each a master of the unorthodox. One even wore what looked to be a suit clothed in leaves and grass. One of the men spoke up, who was obviously the leader of them all.

"Very well men. It appears every known noble estate loyal to Wayrest is burned to the ground, those of course, not too close to the city. The military will be here soon. If any city guards dare take a foot outside the city, have the scouts kill them. If any advlt takes out of the city, hold them in custody and have them questioned. If they are travelers, have them on their way. If they attempt to come back through to Bhoriane and they are caught, have them killed. Send mounted and unmounted scouts across the land looking for any type of hostile force, whether it be a spy or a soldier."

Dayton looked over at one of the men, who appeared the most normal of them all.

"Roland, go to Rosseau's, tell him to send the rebels out to sea to burn Wayrestian cargo ships. Tell him to send the Xa-Ku to look for enemy intelligence in the city, and find a way to kill them, or at least disable their ability."

Dayton stopped, and nodded at the men, who got up and began discussing different plans for a short moment, but were soon gone to carry out their orders. Dayton gathered his own self together, and then set out of the room himself. It would be days before Charles heard of this, but by the time he got troops to the city, Urvain troops would already be there.

Let them come...

Wightmoor Castle, Barony of Dwynnen

The music that had been lilting about Wightmoor's Great Hall stopped as this Saxon announced himself. Atop the dais, the Baron of Dwynnen raised his eyebrow in mild confusion, then looked at his guards. Both shifted from side to side uneasily, shrugging. It's not like they could very well refuse an ambassador from one of Dwynnen's neighbors. The silence continued as Olwyn picked up a cup of hippocras, drinking deeply. Raising his had, he motioned for the musicians to resume playing, and once again the hall was alive, now with conversations pertaining to what their lord Baron might do.

Standing from his chair, Olwyn stepped down the dais, and walked over to the Urvaiusi ambassador. "Greeting, Mr. Saxon. Be you welcome at my court. I must admit, it startles me to see an outlander here that isn't apart of those damned Represenatives." The sheer venom in his voice when he spoke of the Represenative Party was enough to make the people around laugh lightly. "Please, do take your leisure. What brings you to my fortress this day?"

OOC: What are the forms of currency and their worth? :EOOC

OOC: There is the septim or "drake," official currency of the Empire. Septim refers to the face of the coin, drake refers to the tail side, on the heads side of this coin is the face of Tiber septim and the words "The Empire is Law" on the top, and "The Law is sacred" on the bottom. The back is an image of a dragon with the words "Praise Be Akatosh And All the Divines" on it. http://oblivionicus.org/graphics/screens/game_ce_septim.jpg This refers to the Nine divines, a religion centered in Cyrodiil that worships Akatosh, Dragon God of Time, along with Mara, Kynareth, Zenithar, Stendarr, Talos, Dibella, Arkay, and Julianos.

The coin itself is about 3.5 centimeters in diameter, based off measurements taken from the model septim coin included in the packaging of some copies of Oblivion.

According to one of PFA's posts, Daggerfall seems to use the "capet" with one septim being equal to two capets.

Wayrest uses the Septim as its currency.

As for United Bretony, I'm not sure what they use.

This is something Manu sent me by pm, and I think it could be of use.


@wooly, I stated that the messenger used a recall spell to arrive at wayrest, making it fully possible for the messenger to arrive in Wayrest so soon after the burnings.



Now if you would like to say I can't do that, that's fine, but this is fully within the realm of possibility, and considering the widespread use of magic in the tes verse, fully within the realm of probability. It would take much longer for the King's order to arrive at Bhoriane anyway, since the messenger would only have the mark for Wayrest, and not a mark for Bhoriane.

edit: To further stress my point, I would point to both the book "Disaster of Ionith," and "The Doors of Oblivion" as examples of telepathy being used for instantaneous communication. I would posit that if such a thing as telepathy is possible (in the former case being used by the empire), then the simplistic act of a messenger casting a recall spell or using a scroll to do so in order to send his message should be well within Wayrest's means.

IC:
Direnni tower
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Tyermenin quickly bowed as he entered the chamber, and once he rose from said bow, said "Greetings, Emperor Elusmyr, Its an honor to speak with you. I have come to discuss the troubled military situation that the entire region now faces."

Now getting a good look at the elf, Tyermenin was immediately impressed by Elusmyr's fine Purple Cape and Black and Burgundy outfit. His jeweled crown had a peculiar brightness to it, and Tyermenin could not help but note how much less ominous the crown appeared when compared to King Charles' crown.

"Over the past few weeks and months several acts of terrorism have been conducted in the town of Bhoriane. Though we are moving to resolve the issue, if United Bretony were to attempt to take advantage of the situation and send a military strike, it would mean war between United Bretony and Wayrest. Should war break out, the King has a proposition that could be the first step in the creation of what could best be described as a...Direnni Colonial Empire."

Taking a moment to let his words sink in, Tyermenin then continued.

"Specifically, King Charles would be willing to allow you take Urvaius for yourself, and perhaps Anticlere, if we can ensure it doesn't fall to daggerfall first. Also, assuming that Bhoriane's terrorism problem can be dealt with, the town of Bhoriane is also on the table, pending further negotiation of course. In exchange, all the King asks is that if war does break out, that you use your considerable naval might to help neutralize Anticlere as a naval threat before it can do any serious damage."

Elusmyr listened to the diplomat patiently as he listed his terms, and sat in silence for a moment considering his offer. The room had now become silent. Elusmyr stood up, and to the mages and guards said, "If you gentlemen will kindly depart while we discuss this further. Oh, and before you go, have a servant send some wine for our friend here..". 'It isn't I don't trust them. But tongues can wag, be it to their families or their friends. And that can spread rumours, and rumours can be made seem worse then the facts.'. The guards turned and left through the main door, and the mages hurried out through the sidedoor that led lower into the tower, to the underground complex as large as the above ground tower.

Elusmyr tapped his sceptre solemnly. "I hope we can discuss this further. These are our terms. Neither Direnni navy or land troops can be used in offensive attacks against any nation. Now, should war break out, and Anticlere's fleet leave port, we will not attack them until they are within Direnni waters. And on the matter of foreign territories, I'm not willing to commit unless you can assure us at least two of the potentially promised territories. Rather then vaguely promise all but one of them as potentially available. I want to make sure we gain something worth our potential loss, Tyermenin. Can you also tell me exactly how high your chances of suceeding in this war are? How many troops do you have in opposition to United Bretony's? If you can answer all of my concerns and demands, I shall grant you the help you seek. We appreciate Wayrest's prolonged assistance and protection, and we would ally with Wayrest over Bretony or Daggerfall any day, but still, we will remain neutral unless our demands are suitably met."

A servant entered the room carrying a tray with a jug, and two full glasses of wine. "Place it at the table, then you may leave." Said Elusmyr. The servant placed it on one of the tables, and scurried out of the room. Elusmyr lifted up his hand, and used telekinesis to levitate a wine glass into his hand. "Care for a drink, Tyermenin?" He smiled, taking a sip.

OOC: Since I have nothing else to post, I might as well post my take on Daggerfall for the purposes of this RP.

IC: A brief description of the city of Daggerfall

Daggerfall, being a very old city, has several layers to it, marking its expansion over the ages from a residence of a feudal lord to a massive metropolis and the home to a mighty king. Though not a port city, in size and splendour it is probably the third city in the Iliac, falling short of only Sentinel and Wayrest.

The centre of the city is the oldest part of it. Upon an artificial hill sits the rather ominous Castle Daggerfall, an era-old structure, obvious from its 'heavy' architecture common to High Rock in the past eras. Several towers of newer construction have been added to it over the ages, creating the image of an odd puzzle as the leaner, taller towers of the later ages don't match the heavier main building. Not too long ago the castle was expanded greatly, and now the old keep is under the shadow of several newer structures. As dictated by tradition, though, the king still resides in the old keep.

The castle is walled off from the rest of a city by a stone wall, also a construction from ages past; evident in the fact it's lower than the outer walls of the city. Though some recent repairs have been carried out to make up for the deteriorating state of the wall, the ancient design still shines through the half-hearted attempts to disguise it.

Leaning against the old wall is the oldest district of Daggerfall. The streets here are very narrow and the houses tall, as the majority of them were built before the enactment of the law that regulated how tall can a house be and how much can its upper floors can lean forward (so as not to darken the streets). Though there was some talk of redesigning the district no one ever got around to doing, due to the funds required for such an endeavour. There are two churches in it, being small stone buildings built on the remnants of old wooden churches that burned down in one of the fires that plagued Daggerfall during its earlier days. Not many services can be obtained in this district, it having evolved from an agricultural village around a feudal lord's castle. One can, however, find a couple merchants or artisans here, taking great pride of the fact their ancestors have lived here for eras, their wares accordingly prised (though some claim that they are actually better).

The old district is walled off from the rest of the city with yet another wall, this one obviously of newer construction than the one surrounding Castle Daggerfall, but not by much.

The actual city of Daggerfall in all its splendour begins outside the middle wall. Though the old district may trace its origins back to the foundation of the city, the new district can claim to be the true heart of the city. Having been founded during the golden age of Daggerfall before the rise of Wayrest and then expanded during the rest of the First and most of the Second eras, it is the largest and the most visually appealing. There are five squares and fifteen churches in the area, along with the Cathedral of the Eight, a grand building that eclipses many other religious buildings of High Rock. Several main streets pierce through the jungle of houses, a stark contrast to the innumerable narrow alleys that run between houses and help one get around the city faster. In the new city one can find many merchants and artisans, this is also where all the guildhalls of the city are, being not only the Fighters' and Mages' guilds but also numerous artisan ones, such as Bakers', Blacksmiths', Goldsmiths', etcetera. Though Daggerfall is not a port city, an enormous amount of trade still runs through it and most of the foreign merchants can be found in the new district, having arrived either on foot or made their way from Port Tiber, a nearby port-town that was built at the start of the Third Era and has since been regarded as Daggerfall's port.

The new city is surrounded by a much newer, grander wall than the two others. It is constantly maintained and can boast many towers, along with the two mouths of Daggerfall, the western and northern gates. When one thinks of the walls of Daggerfall, it is usually this wall that comes to mind.

Outside the outer wall is the final district of Daggerfall, though officially it is not part of the city as the inhabitants haven't received citizen rights yet. This is the poorest district; having begun forming around the middle of the Third Era when the outer wall could hold no more buildings and new arrivals were forced to settle outside the safety of the walls, the people here have citizen rights in theory but are viewed as inferior by the rest of the citizenry. This district is mainly shacks and wooden buildings, therefore fires plague it much more frequently than the other parts of the cities. There's a single stone church and numerous wooden chapels in the area, along with many cheap merchants and artisans of lesser skills, who were either not even let into the city or forced out by the guilds and forced to offer their services to the poorest of the citizens. This 'labourer district' is not a pleasant place, and visitors tend not to linger here for long.

A small smile graced Alarei's rather relaxed face, Fifteen THOUSAND! They'd pay that to the Morag Tong but I'd only see a quarter of it at most! he thought, figuring that would be enough to buy himself a rather large home for himself and maybe a few friends or even a potential partner. "Its a deal then. Normally I would write out a writ of execution to make this official. A small habit I got from my Previous Employer. But I think I can overlook it this once. Jean Beris will be dead within two days." he turned around not even bowing to the man, with that done he approached the door, knowing the guards were outside his body suddenly vanished, the door pushed open as if the wind had done so and vanished into the castle. It was easier to get out of the castle than get in, his steps almost always silent, the shadows performing to his needs very well. He exited by a window and down through the main part of the castle. Using chameleon to get through the front gate.

Alarei walked through the city like any other person once he was far enough away from the castle. Better not to raise suspicion than cause it. He reached his inn and walked in with a smile on his face, making sure they reserved his room for a few days, paying in advance. The young girl at the counter gave him a coy smile as he gave her a tip and went up to his room. Quietly he collected a few bottles, some clothes and put them into a knapsack. He then left out the front door and quietly movd through the city. Taking some quiet time to contemplate the architecture of the city, the newer grander streets and buildings, as he passed through the gates into the outskirts it was more darker and alittle dank. Remnants of old fires could be seen from old building slaps on the ground. Alarei made his way through this district quickly and out to the stables, taking a horse to the estate. Thinking of ways to Kill the man and make the suspicion on someone else.

Court of Daggerfall

"Your majesty..?"

Gothryd slowly turned his gaze from the light that was seeping into the hall of his castle through the tall windows and instead focused on the man kneeling before him. For a brief moment disappointment showed on his face; this wasn't one of the people he would've preferred to see now, merely some or another noble of the sword, part of the pack of scavengers that could always be found in the court of Daggerfall, waiting for the right moment to besmirch someone's name with the hopes of gaining their lands.

Sad and pathetic. Does he bring news of someone's botch up or just seeks one or another kind of favour from his sovereign? As if half of them need my permission to do anything anymore. I'll be looking to change that soon... Perhaps Wayrest is not a very pleasing thought to me, but the kings of it do set a good example to follow. Absolute power...

"Yes, why do you disturb me?"

The noble shifted uncomfortably, a bit disturbed by the strange look the king was giving him. Nobles often found Gothryd uncomfortable to visit; he had a strange aura to him, perhaps caused by the suspicions of madness directed at the monarch.

"There is a man outside the gates who claims to have something important to share with your majesty. Shall the guards be told to chase him away..?"

Hmph. Another strange man... He's lucky I'm plagued by boredom so frequently.

"No, bring him in. But get a guard to keep a close look on him." Gothryd waved the noble away as he spoke, indicating that this audience was over and the king's patience had run thin. The noble couldn't help but feel a bit insulted that the kign so obviously considered him unimportant; of course he was rather unimportant, but his honour didn't permit him to admit it openly.

"Very well, your majesty. I shall inform the guards to bring him in."

OOC:

Renoric--General--Breton
Long time veteran of the military. Served under the king of Wayrest for twenty years before moving under the leadership of a new general, Tasioun's father, Traticous. He five years under his leadership but was put through some of the toughest battles he'd ever seen. This created a bond between all of the soldiers, especially Traticous and Renoric and well as with Tasioun, the new blood. They fought together and planned together. Tasioun rose through the ranks and so did his friend. After the city of Alcaire was taken and Tasioun became the lord, Renoric became the Constable under the new ranking general, Zolinear, a Dark Elf of the council. He was soon pulled from the military lines as he attempted to order the army against the lords wishes. Renoric spoke out against the council and was put into prison due to false accusations. Renoric is a tall man around 6'6". He has a short military cut but a large bushy beard, all a light brown with new streaks of gray. He wore a simple suit of iron but his helm is of iron and gold as well as a horse hair crest along the top. He stands out in the military as one of the few who has developed his skills with an axe and shield. His axe is small but rather heavy and made of solid iron. His shield is a circular iron shield which is lighter but also has many sharp points on the outside of it for combat and bashing. His calm nature and calculating thought process is what makes him one of the best tacticians in the whole Wayrest military.

Dorin--Constable--Nord
A large and powerful Nord of the Skyrim frost lands. He began to travel the countryside at the early age of seventeen. He developed survival skills and well honed his skills with a claymore. He traveled to Bruma and became a guard to the city which he served as for five years. A traveling army was stationed just outside of the city and a few guards were sent to be ambassadors and learn of the armies purpose. The army was really just a simple scouting party but still a large force. They were of Wayrest. Dorin asked is he could journey with them and travel to their homeland of High Rock. He also asked if it would be possible to enlist in the military. They agreed. He joined the military at the age of twenty-one and has served for thirty years. He was made Constable due to his devotion to the military and his knowledge of battle. He would rather be fighting at the front lines than ordering from the rear. A rather common Nord at 6'10", he also has the build of one. He has long messy hair which he pulls into a pony tail while not on the battlefield, but lets it hang loosely during war. He is well educated for a Nord and has philosophical views on many things, but when in war he becomes a well disciplined soldier and puts others lives before his.

I may add more if I decide that the next ranks will have more of an impact story wise.

IC:

Alcaire Castle, Feasting Halls, Renoric
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Goblets crash together, utensils fall to plates, men laugh hardily and cheer. Everything is normal. How I've longed for normal. One of the men jumps to his feet and stares at me. His name is Dorin, a Nord or the military and a very old friend of mine. "Let us celebrate today!" His loud Nord voice echoes throughout the hall. "The returning of our old friend and fellow soldier, Renoric!" All of the soldiers around me began to clap their hands together and shout, "Good to have you back," and "Nice to see you old friend," and "You look a bit smaller than I remember you being." My eyes began to well with tears as I realized how many friends I truly did have before being sent into that dark hole of a dungeon. I grabbed my goblet of fine old ale and rose to my feet, raising the drink high above my head.

"It is but an honor to be in your services my friends. How I have missed you all from the bottom of my heart. As I sat in that dungeon below us I thought so much of the normal life I had led before and how I longed for it again. Well now I have it all back due to the caring heart of our lord, lord Tasioun!" Everyone broke out into "here here's," and fits of applause. "From that hole I rise stronger. My mind has truly cleared since this ordeal. I have been granted the most gracious of honors in that Tasioun has appointed me the new general of this fine military. I lead not only soldiers, but friends, and I plan to develop us into the most powerful fighting force that can be found in all of Wayrest and all of High Rock!" The cheering erupted in the hall. Everyone of my old friends were all here. They all cheered for me and applauded my word. I know now that I still belong in this family after so long, and I surely plan to keep it on its feet for the long run.

Alcaire Castle, Lords Quarters, Tasioun
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I entered my room through the large wooden doors which greet me every day. Standing in my room is my personal servant but friend, Alinear. He is of High Elf decent, but lacks the height of his brethren. "Hello Alinear. How are you on this fine day." He turned from his laying out of food and drink and smiled.

"Oh well hello my lord. I was just dropping off your nourishment for this afternoon. I took them from the feast downstairs. The soldiers sure are causing a ruckus now that Renoric is out of the dungeon." I chuckled quietly.

"If I weren't busy I would surely be with them enjoying myself as well." Alinear merely rolled his eyes and smiled again. I began walking towards my desk which was in the corner of my grand room. Upon it were many parchments and scrolls stilled needing to be overlooked. I sat atop my old chair and picked my quill from the desk. I uncorked my ink bottle and began scribing upon a blank parchment. "Alinear could you wait a moment, I would like you to take this to my scouts. This first letter will be to the king of Wayrest, while the second will be to the duke of Koegria. Both will be asking for information on the current happenings of United Bretony as well as our position with Daggerfall and Orsinium." I continued to write my messages.

Each comprised of the same message. They simply asked our current standings with Orsinium and Daggerfall as well as United Bretony. They also questioned our chance of war with one of the countries and that their military's are ready and willing to participate in the defense of Wayrest. I signed the parchment and handed it to Alinear.

"Take this to the barracks and assign two scouts with the mission. Also order the guidance of ten green soldiers each, and the allowance that grand military horses be used. I want my new recruits moving and defending and I want my horses worked. Relay the information to the scouts and tell them I want them out of the city in a few hours." Alinear nodded, taking the papers from my hand.

He exited my quarters and leaned back in my chair folding my hands behind my head. "May the Nine be with us all." I muttered under my breath.

Freas didn't have to wait long before one of the guards motioned for him to step forward. "Please reveal any and all weapons on your person," ordered one of the guards. Freas withdrew a hand into his cloak and pulled out a dagger, followed by another with his other hand. Daggers of a fine craft they may be, but nothing all too special it would seem. Freas had them smithed from ore he found himself, by an old bladesmith in the mountains hundreds of leagues from here, to his own likings. Freas placed these daggers onto a large red cloth the other guard was holding outstretched, "Two daggers," one guard called out, and then Freas retrieved the long-sword through a sized opening in the right side of his cloak. He crossed the blade over his other palm, and gently placed it down. "One sword," called the guard.

At this moment Freas was wondering what to do about his other two weapons, the short-swords with curved blades and a glistening of their blades surface, one of red, the other of blue. The effect was hard to describe... other than that of liquids rippling and pouring across their solid surfaces.

"Anything else?" one of the guards asked directly. Freas wasn't sure what to do, but the only thing he could to prevent the taking of these two weapons. It wasn't that he planned on using them, no, more less the fear of what may happen should someone such as these guards touch the weapons themselves. It may drive his mind into a dark corner, while his inner urges and desires are forced down paths he cannot control not having the training Freas has.

"I shall show you my other two weapons, but I shall let you know, taking them from me is but futile." Freas said this as assertively, yet non-hostile as he could possibly mutter using mere words. The guards face showed he wasn't sure how to react to such a comment. "Place them here or your entrance is denied," replied the guard firmly, relieved he found the right thing to say. He was relieved to see Freas comply by adding these two weapons to the pile. The guard holding the red outstretched cloth with the weapons upon its surface looked down at these two weapons and cocked his head to the left in curiosity at the sight of these weapons. "Two... short-swords. One blue, one red."

That is all I have aside from this here pouch I wear tethered around my waist. Freas lightly tapped his left hip above the cloak and said, "It contains mere survival supplies for ventures in the forest and abroad." The guard nodded to the other guard holding the weapons on the cloth, a signal to let Freas in. The guard holding the cloth wrapped it's ends neatly over the weapons, bundling them up and tucked the bundle under his right arm as they both escorted Freas into the castle.

Upon the arrival of the end of a long, well lit corridor, a large door and a nobleman stood before Freas, the two guards behind him. "I surely hope you're not wasting His Majesty's time," said the nobleman with a fair amount of smugness in his voice. The guard with the bundle of weapons says, "Your weapons can be retrieved from the armory when your audience with the king has concluded." The two guards stood at attention and saluted the nobleman, about-faced, and headed back down the corridor. The nobleman knocked once on the large door using a large-metal knocker, and slowly opened the door before Freas. Unsure of the reason for such a tone of voice, Freas entered into the large room.

OOC:

Keep posting guys. Ravanger, PFA and I discussed this, and you can use it. EVERYONE can. Now, don't respond to this OOC. I have a paper, a powerpoint, and this other project due tomorrow. My mother is not at home, and I believe she has gone to the hospital to go into labor and give birth to her 5th child. The phone charger isn't working, and my phone is dead. My stepdad hasn't gotten home from work yet (and I assume my mother called him and told him of the baby). I can't post right now, but I will try to tomorrow. I am kind of in a fix at the moment, so, eh, you guys all keep posting and such and keep this thing moving along. It looks good so far and the posts for every last one of you have been magnificent. Keep it up. Kritikal Strike is going to take Menevia now. He is currently working on his sheet.

My characters are currently waiting for BladeMaster, and I need to post for Verlox. It shouldn't be too much of a burden. Just keep posting and all. Good job so far, keep it up.

EDIT:

You can use mark/recall.

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Problem is solved on the communication. I still have work to do though.

Ri'skar wasn't buying it at the moment. "So you would start to sort enemies from friends? What makes you think you would have very many friends in war? I know plently of people who want to take over Camlorn and the rest of high rock while their at it." Ri'skar then took another sip. "I would like to know what your plans are for convincing people and citzens to try and cede over to the United Bretony. I think you should try to make all the people of High Rock your friends and not your foes. Peace can't be brought through any bloodshed."

OOC:

Name: Colin Stedrine (Admiral)

Race: Breton

Age: 53

Gender: Male

Birthsign: The Lord

Physical Appearance: Colin has aged from being out in the sea air, so he is starting to get several wrinkles on his face. He has charcoal hair that is medium in length, but tied back into a small ponytail/knot. Colin has large sea blue yes, and his friend boast that Colin has a bit of the sea with him at all times. Colin is five foot, ten inches and is rather thin for his age. The man's skin shows signs that it was once tanner then it is now, do to the amount of time he now spends in doors.

Apparel (clothing and armor): black and gold shoes, black pants, white blouse, and a long blue overcoat. Blue and white tri-corner hat.

Weapons: Steel saber

Misc: Colin carries with him a flask of brandy

Misc Info: Colin is passive and slow to anger. He also relies on his Captain's to make command decisions for him, and normally turns to them in a crisis situation. Colin also doesn't like to engage in a melee unless he has to.

History/Bio: Colin was born in Daggerfall 53 years ago to farmers. Their farm was close to the port and Colin could see the ships coming and going everyday. This is what spiked his interest in sailing. As a small boy he and a friend spent three years building a small boat that they could launch from the coast. On their maiden voyage disaster struck, a rare storm blew in from the mountains and sent the two boys lost at sea. The two were lost for three days until the navy found them. It was in this crisis situation that forced Colin to enlist in the Navy. From age 18 to now Colin's life has been the navy. He started his career on a small Bireme and has worked his was up to Admiral of the fleet. Most of Colin's time has been spent tracking down pirates and he has built an infamous reputation with them. Colin now spends most of his time in his office, that over looks the dock, filling paper work and scheduling patrols.

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Name: Baszone sixtius (Captain)
Race: Imperial

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Birthsign: The Lord

Physical Appearance: Bass is six foot three inches, tall for an Imperial, and some two hundred and fifty pounds with broad shoulders. He his built completely opposite from his commanding officer; he is muscular and his torso is shaped more like a triangle then the normal rectangular figure of most people. He has slicked back black hair, with eyes as green as emeralds. His skin in tanned from the sun. His face is cleanly shaved, and has five scars down the side of his face from an Argoanian claw.

Apparel: Same as the Admiral

Weapons: Steel saber

Misc: none

Misc Info: Bass is brash in his command style, but with a tactical mind. He is not afraid to get his hands dirty and will often be one of the first men over on a boarding action (to the dismay of his Marine commander). He is very skilled with the sword, and will sometimes put himself in danger because of it.

History/Bio: Bass was born in Cyrodiil during the fourth era. His father was an Imperial navy Captain. Bass was pushed into his position by his father from day one, and Bass did not object to the idea. At age 16 Bass entered the Imperial naval academy, and upon graduation Bass received the rank of Lieutenant and received his first ship. After years of battling pirates around all ready the Imperial controlled seas, the Emperor started to disband his navy. For the Empire had started to lose power and such a large navy was taxing to the Empire. Bass was one of the men cut from the navy. Still wanting to sail, he went in search of work. Bass took several jobs on merchant ships until he reached Daggerfall and met the Captain named Colin Stedrine. Colin imminently recognized Bass' abilities after a skirmish with pirates. Colin invited Bass to join the Daggerfall navy. Those events where four years ago, and Bass is now a Captain in the Daggerfall navy, he is Captain of the southern fleet.

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IC:

Colin set behind his desk thinking. This room was his office and he had most of the candles lit, for it was night and he was looking over the reports that his Captain's brought him a few hours before.

The reports were joined by two maps that had a cove off the edge of Daggerfall's territory, close to the town of Pothago, circled. The maps showed the location of a pirate hideout, the same group of pirates that were raiding supplies from the merchant ships around the Lliac bay.

Colin had finished reviewing the plans and was preparing an attack; he had also called all ten of his Captains to his quarters so he could receive input from them. Colin almost never proceeded with a plan without consulting one or two others at minimum first. Anyone could see this as a weakness, and the Captain's where all concerned about their own well being to the case. They had lost faith in Admiral Colin Stedrine, but at the sometime respected him for his legacy with the pirates.

"Let us see here, we could move the ships in here to this natural choke point and cut off their retreat, but then they could run back into their cave and we would have to fight them on the ground. Oh I know we could let them leave the cove and attack them in open water, no wait then they would have a chance to escape," Colin was running his hands over the maps while he mumbled ideas.

Just then there was a loud knock on the door, Colin jumped and knocked over a flask of brandy which shattered on the floor. "Come!" Colin was aggravated that his brandy was now spilt and began to clean it up.

The wooden door creaked open, reveling a tall Imperial, who stepped into the room, "Sir I," Baszone started to asked but his attention was reverted to the mess on the floor, "Sir let me get you something to clean that up with."

Bass walked over to the table to see what items the Admiral had to dry the spill with.

"Don't worry about it Bass. I have it under control," Colin called out as he lit a piece of paper and dropped it into the alcohol. The dark liquid bust into a flame, but Colin quickly put it out with the dirt on the bottom of his shoes.

Bass was taken back by the actions of his superior, "Now Sir, you did not have to do that."

"Yes, yes, but why did you come? The Captain's meeting is not for another hour."

"Sir, let me attack now. Twenty-five of my ships are already in position to strike at the pirate base we can take them tonight," Bass stated as he watched the Admiral take a seat.

Colin let out a deep sigh, "Captain, we will not make any moves until the rest of the Captain's have had their input, and second we will not attack tonight but tomorrow afternoon."

"The afternoon, Admiral are you serious? What if the pirates leave, and we miss our opportunity. I can have my fleet there in one hour, and by then most of the pirates should be asleep so we will take them by surprise." Bass shifted his weight to one leg showing his disgust.

"No we will wait until the rest of the Captain's assemble and then we will decided what to do," Colin was already in a bad mood because of the spilt brandy and now his Captain was challenging his choice.

"Admiral, why we? Why we will make a decision? You are the Admiral you should make the decision you do not need our say to make your choices, or our input to make sure we are happy with you. Give an order and we will follow," Bass' tone was elevated as he for on was tired of the Admiral incompetence.

Colin was enraged and he burst into a frenzy. Not only was a subordinate questioning his orders, but he was questioning his position, "Baszone sixtius, we may be friends, but I will have no one regardless of rank or relationship question my position. I am tired of your brass statements and actions. If you pull any of this at the meeting I will have your commission." Colin slammed is fist into the take knocking over figures and other items on the table.

Bass just stood at attention and nodded.

"Good, and if you want an order then here is one. Get out of my office and do not return for one hour," The admiral's face was red with rage as he stood up and pointed to the door. Bass about-faced and headed out the door.

Colin stood slouched over, breathing hard, with both hands on the table that held the maps, "That man will have my job one day I am sure of it."

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Outside the Admiral's office

Bass walked down the stairs that lead from the Admiral's elevated office to see his own Lieutenant standing there.

"What are you orders Sir?"

"Ready my ship, and fifteen Triremes. We attack tonight."

OOC: BladeMaster07, I want to finish up the conversation between Dandre and Ri'skar before the meeting with your ambassador.

IC:

Chancellor's Quarters, Camlorn Castle

"I would like to know what your plans are for convincing people and citzens to try and cede over to the United Bretony. I think you should try to make all the people of High Rock your friends and not your foes. Peace can't be brought through any bloodshed," explained Ri'skar.

Dandre gave him a cold stare. Even though he was not a king, he often felt that his opinion was too important for any to dismiss. Despite it being a calm spring day the room had seemed to take a disturbing tone. It was not that he didn't wish for advice, more that he only likes advice that agrees with him. After an awkward pause he began, "I'm not trying to filter every city, township, village, and estate in High Rock into the category of friend or foe. My goal is to decide which cities, townships, villages, and estates of United Bretony are truly our allies or our enemies." He continued, "all of United Bretony has come together because of an idea. But when the mallet of the monarchs sounds its verdict and the blades of war machines ring, losing everything one holds dear, especially their life, becomes quite illogical. Why stand up in the wake of a barrage of arrows? It is those that value the welfare of our future that we need in the present."

Dandre's voice deflated temporarily. He had worked himself up and drank from his goblet before returning to the conversation. "As for those outside our union. I will seek diplomacy with them if they seek it with us. But that is not the case. You see, Wayrest, Daggerfall, and all the realms that make up their kingdoms are a starved pack of wolves. When cornered in the woods by this feral pack, do you appear exposed and idle by attempting to talk your way out? When the wolves beckon forward, do you cut off you're leg to give to the wolves as a gift? No, you don't. If you appease the wolves you just make yourself weaker and allow the pack an easy kill. Instead you withdraw your sword and display your shining armor. If they continue forward then you show them who is the real predator and who is the real prey."

"Now this is where you become essential my khajiit friend." Since his point was made, he began to make his request. "Ri'skar, you have made it so far because of you're ability to inspire others to believe in your word. Skill such as yours is instrumental to diplomacy and I know it is your wish to seek peace and unity. That is why I wish for you to consult with the leaders of the realms of Wayrest. They pose as our worst threat and peace of any sort with them would surely be a big step toward a united High Rock." Dandre rested back in his chair waiting for a response.

Sounds good.




Daric, Kambria Castle

Daric and Alix turned slightly as Louis addressed one of his men, lowering their voices so nobody could hear them. Daric spoke first, softly but loud enough to be heard.

"Do you really think there to be a threat from Wayrest so soon?"

Alix gave a non-committed shrug before he spoke, glancing around to ensure Louis was still talking. "My concern is in Ciel and his pride." he said darkly, and added a second later, "And his loyalty to the Archon. I do not doubt Louis' ability to take charge, but should Ciel grow bored, he may become rash and dangerous."

"He believe he might attack Wayrest's allies without permission?" asked Daric quietly.

Alix shook his head. "I believe he might sour relationships between us and the Chevalier house." He glanced back at the still talking Louis and leaned in closer, dropping his voice to the smallest whisper. "As much as I respect the Chevaliers, they are merely a small bump in the road should Wayrest mobilize and if they are attacked in full, I doubt the Assembly will vote to back them." he paused, seeing that Louis was wrapping up his conversation so he quickly said, "And should it come to a decision to aid them, unless we are helped but Anticlere or Camlorn, or even Dwynnen, I cannot support a decision to aid them against such a power as Wayrest."

His tone was grave, and his face full of anguish as he spoke, and as much as it pained the King to admit it, he was thinking the exact same thoughts as the General. He merely nodded darkly before turning back just in time to watch Louis send his man away.

At his confirmation of staying, Daric smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "I shall have rooms set up for all your men then, and you are more than welcome to attend dinner with me tonight at my estate. I promise Listien will not be there." he said with a wink and a chuckle.

Alix nodded to the two men and said in his soft but solid voice, "I will go begin preparing the wagons of supplies than, since I'm sure Ciel will be more interested in picking his troops."

"Make sure he picks citizens however. We can't allow him to take men that are loyal to him or the Archon after all."

Alix nodded and hurried out of the room, leaving the two men standing together. "Bradon here shall show you to your rooms if you'd like." said Daric, referring to a young boy that had been standing a respectful distance to the side. "I must be going, unfortunately, but once again, I would love it if you and your men joined me for dinner tonight, around seven."

With that, he smiled and was on his way, leaving Louis and Bradon together.


OOC: Also, who is Bmont aligned with?

OOC: Daggerfall.


Court of Daggerfall

Gothryd rose an eyebrow to the odd man that entered his court; obviously not someone used to being in a court of anyone, much less one of the greats of High Rock. If the king wasn't being subtle, however, then his court was certainly even less so. Looks of contempt or outright hostility followed this adventurer as he made his way through the hall. It wasn't very smart of him to say he was from Alcaire; that was a city (or rather town) under the king of Wayrest, and guests from Wayrest were never particularly welcome in the court of Daggerfall. This was further amplified by the fact this man had no political protection, so the courtiers had no need to hold back for fear of their king's displeasure.

"Yer majesty," The guard excorting Freas bowed, being unable to kneel because of his current duties - he held a spear tightly gripped in his right hand, having been instructed to keep a close eye on this strange unexpected guest. Though his weapons had been taken from him, there was no way to tell if this wasn't a mage of some sort, so there was no guarantee of safety. You could never be too careful when you were a king, as Gothryd had learned long ago, so a guard was there to quickly beat some sense into this 'Freas' if there was a need of that.

"'Tis be Freas Hawkstrain Masterhart, of Alcaire. Yer majesty was 'course informed he claimed having somethin' important to say." Gothryd nodded, at the same time looking at the guard with interest - his dialect wasn't Daggerfallian. A mercenary, of Jehanna perhaps? Strange they'd choose to depart from their lands when war with the Nords is at their doorstep. I suppose I should be glad they chose to depart, for I'd be a couple spears short now. And better from the middle of a war than from anywhere else when it comes to hired weapons. He didn;t know his army ery well, and foreigners tended to fascinate him - their customs were so weird, after all, even if they were merely from another part of High Rock.

"So I was. Well then." The king's voice, as usual, was melancholic. The boredom plaguing him was, oddly enough, getting worse by the day, despite the urgent state of affairs in High Rock, yet another thing contributing to the rumours. Let them think I'm mad. Perhaps they'll fear a mad king more. With a sigh, Gothryd straightened himself in his throne, at least attempting to fake interest. "Sir Masterhart, wasn't it..? Share your urgent message with the man you so sought to meet, if you will."

Court of Daggerfall


Freas wasn't accustomed to speaking with nobility, let alone kings. Couldn't etiquette wait at this moment? More pressing issues are to be dealt with, for sure. No time to worry about etiquette or manners.

OOC: Freas - pronounced: Frey-iss - when spoken quickly, sounds like the English word "Phrase". :EOOC

"Please, call me Freas. I understand my presence here may be confusing, since my origin is from Alcaire. This is but a birth place for me, and a place I grew up in for a short while. I'm not here for any political means, or to bring you a message from the king of my region. I am but a mercenary on my spare time." Freas realized he was rambling, and decided to conclude the point of the tangent. "I place no interest in the political dabbling of people."

"Almost an hour ago, I was hunting boar in the forest north of here. I was not far from Shalgora actually. Two men, elvish in appearance and wearing citizens clothing, which they aptly called disguises, were moving through the bush. Unaware of my presence, they rested and studied a map of sorts. I couldn't make out much of this map from my location, but as they left they decided to set it aflame. They left in a hurry, towards Daggerfall, and as a result I managed to salvage a portion of this map."

Freas reached for the portion of the map he had on him, but the guard held out the arm with the spear and said firmly, "Careful, your in the presence of a king. I will not hesi..."

"I understand, I'm reaching for the map." Freas slowly motioned and withdrew the map from a location within his cloak. The guard, with his free hand reached out and received the parchment from Freas and stepped backwards waiting for the king to signal his desire to see this parchment.

Freas continued, "These two men had mentioned that they must destroy the map in order to prevent revealing who had drew it up for them. I believe it is of a building within this city, possibly even this castle. Unless you have a library, I don't see how any other buildings here could have so many floors." The king seemed to be growing impatient, but this was a mere guess. However... Freas needed to get to the point. "One of these men possesses something very important to me... to a friend. A very powerful dagger, not unlike my two short-swords. One of the men, who may have already arrived in Daggerfall, said that the dagger would be drinking the blood of someone, most likely in this city, and tonight at that."

Freas had more to say... especially about the dangers of anyone other than the original owner being the one to wield this dagger. However, it appeared as if it was time to let the king take in this new information, and interject his own thoughts.


OOC: To read about the section of where Freas encountered these two men, follow this link. http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.php?s=&showtopic=1074408&view=findpost&p=15650484. :EOOC

I quit. This is why I hate Politic RP's because there is no character interaction, and it is as boring as hell. This is my goodbye from this forum.

Really? Seems like everybody else is involved in a conversation or some sort of character interaction.... Maybe you should bring it upon yourself to get that interaction and not wait for it but whatever :shrug:

:( It's sad you're leaving, and I don't really get why 100%, but good luck anyway.

Elite Birthday, William just gave the letter to Gaubert. It is your responsibility to post now.

I'm going to give you a short amount of time to come back in. If you don't, I am going to take Anticlere myself. If you want to quit when it is sitting right there, quit. If you want to come back, I would really like someone like you to be in this RP as a major faction. Blademaster, if you want Anticlere, take it. If you don't, then I will be controlling it. EB, if you don't come back, I am going to take Gaubert and RP him myself (which is very dis-honorable to you). You have made your army sheet and these characters. Don't complain about interaction when you need to reply to my post. We have gone 4 pages in one week. We have 72 posts. I worked myself to hell on this thing. I swear, if you ruin it you aren't going to be on good terms with me. Now I suggest that you post for William and read that damn letter. I'm not mad at you, I am just confused and for someone to break out in a thread and say "I quit" is not a good thing. I remember your first post in a RP, and it was better than any I had ever seen. You are a great RPer, and I suggest if you are going to leave that you come up with a better reason than that.

If you don't have enough patience for this, that you will quit. No RP on this forum will ever finish. You quitting isn't going to help, is it? This RP isn't even close to a dying state.

Now, Verlox, BM, I'll post for you all soon. Everyone just proceed as normal. EB, talk it out on msn if you want. PFA, I am going to contact you about this. For the rest of you, don't worry about it. Whether EB is coming back or not, I am going to handle it and I am going to try to make everything fine. For now the best thing you all can do is not to fill this up with OOC and post/wait for others to post. If you have something to say to me or EB about this, that is what the PM box is for, or even msn. I have made myself clear.

OOC: Short post. I'm busy and tired. Getting 4 hours of sleep doesn't help.

IC:

Kambria, Louis Chevalier

Louis returned from his speaking to find Alix and the King gone to their affairs. The boy glared at him, motioning for Louis to follow. Louis nodded at the boy who was awfully quiet, following him down a long hallway to his room. His knights, swiftly behind, followed suit.

"Master Chevalier, your room is ready and is in its finest condition. Sleep well. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call a servant. You may spend your day as you please."

Louis nodded at him, holding out a bag of coins to the boy.

"For yourself, kind sir."

The boy was awed in having the most powerful nobleman in the area call him such that. He then nodded back, running off to his duties.

What a nice room the King has set up for me and my fellows. I'll be there at 7, certainly...


Saxon, Dwynnen, Castle Wrightmoor(?)

Saxon looked politely up at the Baron, eying him with a sense of honor and security. He had been ready, after all.

"I come to speak for the Lord of Urvaius, on to report on activity in Bhoriane. If you wouldn't mind Baron, this would best be concealed private. After all, we don't want those representatives to have anything to whine about now, do we?"

Saxon chuckled, hoping the Baron would find his humor.

Wightmoor Castle, Barony of Dwynnen

Olwyn quirked an eyebrow at Saxon's request for a private audience. However, curiosity got the better of the Dwynnen's baron, and he rose from his seat, gesturing for Urvaius's ambassador to follow him. When the musicians had stopped playing when he rose, he motioned again from them to continue playing. As was usual for a realm's ruler, he was the magnet for all eyes, and his leaving the Great Hall stirred up much gossip. What must be said between them that it must be spoken in private? Why would the Represenative whine, if what they aimed for was the "modernization" of Dwynnen? Could Urvaius be trusted?

As Olwyn lead Saxon through the twisting halls of Wightmoor, he stopped suddenly, right before a tall oaken door. "These are my chambers. When we enter, you are to go stand by the window on the left wall. Frankly, sir," Olwyn's mouth quirked into a slight smirk, "I don't trust you. Do not take it to heart, however, I just never know if an assassin's blade could seek my heart. So I make sure I keep strangers a room's length away from me. Remember, stand by the window, I will be on the other side of the room."