Reign of Heirs (IC)

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Pelledos, Capital of the High Kingdom of Carlinnia

Midnight

Frederick had received a letter two weeks prior telling him to meet his secret messenger at this disclosed location. It was in the alley behind the Drunken Trader, a commonly used tavern for shady buisiness. He'd been on edge ever since he saw the Lion Prince kill the High King and he knew he had no allies. People were scared of him, but not for the reasons you expected. They were scared of him, because the Lion Prince would come and slit their throat in the night if the Wolf Prince were to seek enemies in lords. He had no where to run either. He was stuck their until the Noble Summit, a meeting that would take place when the High King or important court member died. This time it would be about the death of the most beloved, High King Ogberth Cavain. The message had read that he too had no allies and was an enemy of the Lion Prince. Fredrick knew he only had one choice.

He walked into the alleyway halfway in when a shadow stepped out of the darkness. He said to the shadow,"Are you my pen pal?"

The shadow replied in a deep sickening voice,"Were you followed?"

The Wolf Prince gulped and said,"No. May I know your name?"

The shadow stepped two paces closer, close enough for a quick stab to the neck and said,"Your Beloved brother."

Frederick gasped, mouth agape when a knife struck into his mouth. It went out the other side and you could hear the sickening of steel piercing skin and the sound of blood gurgling at the same time.

The Lion Prince said in a kind voice,"I loved you brother, but you shouldn't have seen what you saw. Now you have to suffer like father."

I loved you were the last words Frederick heard before he died from his horrific death.


Kandor looked for Wolvesbreath on him and eventually found it. He picked it up and pocketed it. He had three royal daggers now. Bearsbreath, Lionsbreath and Wolvesbreath. He had to kill family to take the kingdom to better heights. The court was corrupt and High King Ogsberth was getting old. There was no time to wait another five, ten, even fifteen years. He was old and infirm. He'd lead the kingdom into turmoil, that's why Kandor killed his father. His brother was just collateral damage in some eyes, but to him it was as if blood was being sucked from his body.

He left the alley after wiping off the blood from Lionsbreath and sheathing it. To Kandor's demise a beggar woke up to find a dead Prince on his lap. Kandor quickly walked away from the cries of an old beggar who just found the second born of High King Ogsberth.

The Noble Summit

Kandor sat in the seat of the High King's throne with several seats lined up next to his throne. He thought to himself,"Several important people will be here. These chairs lined up next to his throne would soon be filled by more competent and less corrupt people he could trust. Of course with all the royal murders going on people would throw some suspicion at him, but it was to no avail. There was no proof or...witnesses. These court member chairs would be used as negotiating material. He'd appoint them to the people who he needed at his side and needed to be trustworthy. This would most likely be the most important day of his life. Next to him was the throne of the beautiful High Queen Kastra, Queen of Albion and faithful wife of High King Kandor Cavain." Now he just waited for the guests to arrive.

[Nuridia]

Kastra Lancaster-Cavain, Queen of Albion and Carlinnia
Kastra sat in the second highest throne next to her husband, she had just returned from Albion after handling her kingdom's affairs. That was the hard thing about both spouses being sovereigns in their own right, they had to go and solve their kingdom's problems and were away for sometimes months. Kastra didn't mind though, she loved her people perhaps more than she loved Kandor, although she loved him too. Pearls and rubies sparkled in her ears and around her neck, setting off the wine red of her satin gown.

"So, do you really think the vassals will come out? Have you come to a decision with the council? The General of Defense?" she asked her husband, her auburn hair coiled into a twist at the back of her neck. Dark times were ahead, war was fast approaching. The young queen knew of the horrors of war, she knew how cruel and bloody it was. It was that exact same war she was trying to avoid when she wed Kandor in the first place, to stop her people being slaughtered by the much more powerful army of Carlinnia, they wouldn't have stood a chance. But sometimes she wondered....was it the right thing to do? She had only wanted what was best for her people, but they had been effectively annexed.

If she had gone to war...would they have at least died free? But...the generations of innocents that would've never been born and the fact that she retained rule at least, that gave her comfort, that she protected them. To her surprise she grew to love Kandor very much, although of course she didn't want to she did fall for him. Looking down at the little sleeping bundle in her arms, wrapped in a blue blanket and dressed in a simple shift, that gave her comfort too. Her heir, the heir to both their kingdoms, hers and Kandor's. Alphard Sirius Cavain, he would be a greater king than either of them, and he was her only child. Because of the war breaking out she always had him guarded, she took him with her everywhere she could, their enemies were ruthless and she couldn't take that chance. Her outward demeanor was serene however even with all these emotions warring inside her as she looked ahead regally, prepared to greet their guests.

[Nuridia]

Kandor sighed, it was a hard position to be in, but at lest he had Kastra. She was always there for him.

He replied to her,"I'm removing most of the council and giving the positions to competent lords, lords who will be loyal to me in exchange for these positions. I know the first court positing Ill be giving is Grand Marshall to the King in the north. He is a Great War General and Strategist I hear. Only time will tell however. If the great Merchant Patriarch from the Essasian island comes he will receive the position of Chief Steward. I need to win the coming war. Other positions I'm uncertain of and need your advice on, Kassy."

Kassy, that was his nickname for her. Her normal name was beautiful already. She was a goddess in his eyes, descended from the stars. He loved her oh so dearly and their child, Alphard. Oh he hoped his child would grow to be a great strong leader and oh he hoped that the coming war would be won with minimal casualties. These were the thoughts of the feeble though. Men who thought war was that easy, but it isn't. War is harder than child birth some say. In the contrast of childbirth to war being, war will always win. In childbirth you may lose two souls, but in war you lose thousands upon thousands of soldiers who in turn don't farm the fields, which means more lives are lost. War is the greatest murderer of all time and he or she still hasn't been captured and put on trial for his or her crimes. War is the illusion of peace. War is..war.

[Cuprum]

Etruria

The pitter-patter of rain on the rough wood and cobblestone streets of the Fishmarket left an ashen taste in Gian Galeazzo's mouth. Despite the weather, the hustle and bustle of Downtown continued. Cries of "fresh rat!" and the squeal of pigs mixed with whistles from the whorehouses as he walked. Beggars filled the streets, but Gian Galeazzo in his roughspun tunic drew little notice. He had never been one for silks, and he had rather avoid the unwanted attention.

The past months had seen King's Landing flooded with immigrants. The spring rains had driven many from their farms and townships, washing away crops and leaving the people to hunger. Not that they’re any better here, thought Gian Galeazzo. By the time he’d reached the city docks the rain was coming down in torrents. Through the storm the hulking forms of ships could be seen, their flags straining and flapping in the wind. Already Gian Galeazzo was searching for the fleur de lis of the Temerian flag, the ship that bore his wife to the Capital.

He didn’t have to wait long for her arrival. The Lord spotted Adda before he saw her ship, which had been blocked from view by another, larger vessel with the white eagle of his wife’s house flying from red banners atop the thick masts. She came from the docks with a small retinue of attendants, dressed head to toe in silk of a deep obsidian hue. It had probably been a fine gown when the Lady Visconti first pulled it over her curves, but now its hem was somewhat tattered, having snagged half a dozen times on the rough floorboards of the ship.

Adda had once been a great beauty, possessed of the fabled Western good looks, but age and seven pregnancies had taken its toll and lines were visible around a mouth that used to offer alluring smiles, and eyes that glittered as green and sparkling as emeralds. Laced into a bodice as tight as a sailor’s knot, her figure still appeared feminine and tantalizingly curvaceous, filled out since Gian first wedded her as a girl, the result of bearing and nursing his children. She was still lovely to look upon, even in middle age. Her hair fell in golden waves down her back, but Gian could scarcely see a lock of it with the hood of her cloak pulled over her head to fend off the beating rain. Her face was white as a sheet and she walked slowly and somewhat unsteadily towards him.

Lady Adda did not share the same love of the sea that her husband identified so strongly with. Even after over two decades spent mostly at Etruria, the creaking and groaning of a ship was far from music to her ears and the rocking and swaying of a boat beneath her feet only made her stomach roll.

The voyage to the capital had been especially difficult. The captain bemoaned the rain and the unfavorable weather and complained of both the whole way.

[Camelone]

Duke Roland Creideamh, The Noble Summit
Roland seemed to be the first of the nobles to arrive at the Summit, he wore his usual humble clothing and his sword and mace both hung on his hips. Slung over his shoulder was his gittern, something that probably was not all that appropriate to bring to a noble council but Roland needed something to distract himself when he had to wait around for the others. Even as he walked to the Summit chambers thoughts were raging around his head, the clouds of war were forming across the land and House Creideamh would have to take a side soon enough and more Creideamh will ride off to their deaths for House Cavain.

Stopping at the doors Roland took a deep breath and waved off the herald, he didn't want pomp and ceremony. Pushing open the doors Roland walked in and slowly walked straight in front of the throne, going down to one knee he kept his head down cast. "House Creideamh of the Duchy of Bhriotain has sent me, Duke Roland, to convey our deep regrets for your fathers passing. May the Great Creator find him worthy of the Heavenly Kingdom. Long live High King Kandor Cavain may the Great Creator and his Heavenly Host bless your house and reign."

Roland remained kneeling awaiting his command to rise.

[Nuridia]

Kastra nodded when the noble Roland Creideamh strolld inside the throne room and knelt before their thrones, addressing Kandor. Kandor's eyes studied the cleric before him before nodding himself and lifting his hand in a gesture to signal that Roland should rise.

"Rise, your Grace. Lord Roland, we are honoured to have your presence at our court. We thank you for your most warm blessings and for your accepting of our invitation but as you know, war is upon us." Kandor said to Roland.

"Friend Roland, your presence is most welcome, and we have many things to discuss with you. We do hope that we both come out of this happily, thank you for traveling the miles to see us." Kastra said to Roland with a smile, holding out her free hand for him to kiss, cradling Alphard in her other arm.

[The Forsworn Knights]

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Prince Edwyn 'The Eagle' Cavain

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Outside the City of Pelledos, the Capitol of Carlinnia
Edwyn sighed, setting his book down as his carriage traveled down the road. Riding directly in front of his carriage was his Chief General, Count Kastor Iverson. While ten mounted soldiers rode both in front of, and behind the carriage in even groups of five men. In addition, an eleventh armed Man at Arms sat on the front of the carriage, directing the beasts that pulled it. After a few moments the coachman called out that they had arrived, stopping the party. After confirming their identities and business, the party continued into the city, before finally stopping at the Palace.
As the guards dismounted and handed their horses to the stableboys who came to take them, Edwyn opened the door of his carriage, jumping down from the elevated box. As he straightened himself, he beckoned Kastor to come speak with him, ordering the Guards to guard them from just outside of earshot.
"Ah... there was something that I need to ask of you, Count Kastor. It involves the murder of my Father."

[Camelone]

Roland rose and kissed Kastra's extended hand "Of course, House Creideamh has always served the Cavain's faithfully and I plan to do so as well. My liege you will have my mace at your disposal, my life is tied to the realm." He said before he looked at Alphard and smiled "Ah the young prince, I hope when he is of the age of schooling I might have the honor to tutor him." Straightening up though he became serious "My liege I am ready to ride to war with you and, if duty necessitates it, I am willing to follow in the footsteps of my ancestors and give my life for you and the High Kingdom."

At that moment another figure entered the Summit chambers, it was the Patriarch of the Forager Church, Patriarch Arturo. The old man leaned heavily on his staff as he clanged his way towards the throne stopping at the base. He did not bow or kneel but lowered his head in a respectful nod, the most anyone will get from a Forager priest. Clearing his throat he said "High King Kandor may the Great Creator protect you and your family. I have come here before you to inform you that if civil war breaks out the Forager Church will not support any side, our main duty is to shepherd the souls of the faithful and I fear there will be Foragers on all sides of the war." The Patriarch spoke crisply and matter of fact, the Church will not give its support to anyone. "I have also come to present you with a blessing and to observe the Summit for the good of the faith."

Roland upon seeing the Patriarch quickly fell to both of his knees and placed his forehead upon the ground, only getting up with the gentle words of the Patriarch. Standing back up Roland made to go to one of the seats.

[Cuprum]

Velia

The family's manor was a rich seat of power. It was a joy to see the crops grow to be truthful. The Estancias were surrounded by a few bushy fields decorated with thin acorn trees. A peaceful land, renown for being a sanctuary for all travellers, whether merchant or criminal. However there was a reason why it had never been conquered, The lord knew, and that was because it was so far away to anyone, whether a bandit or a king.

Gian loved his birthright. He had spent his childhood reading books about the great reavers and kings, and the awe-inspiring lands that they called home. Great stone goliaths, with walls high so high one could hardly see the top, and thick villages dwelling in its shadow. And then when Gian became a man, he travelled to the South Islands and saw these sights for himself. A wooden garden like his estancia really did pale in comparison to the might of the Patrician palaces or the impenetrable fortresses that sprouted up by the hundreds in the mainland. When Gian was a boy he promised himself he would make a force out of his House.

Gian gazed out of the open window of his study. It was a cramped room, with bookshelves taking up what little space there was for manoeuvrability. Sometimes He had no choice but to dangle out of his window or suffocate. Why are the fields not green? He pondered. The ones in the books looked to be coated in emerald sprinkles. Yet the fields of his Estancia were brown as mud and as mossy as an infant’s tangled locks. There was a peasant tugging a wheelbarrow of acorns across it most ungracefully. He was so filthy that he would never have even spotted him if not for the shrieking racket caused by his acorns rattling in the barrow.

Rattle rattle. Rattle rattle. On and on. The acorns bouncing like waves, falling out at regular intervals. They only settled when the peasant stopped to gather as many fallen snacks as he could. What a miserable existence. But really, how are he and I so different?

“M-m’lord. I’m sorry to interrupt your sightseeing b-but is there any reason for this visit?”

Gian turned quickly and saw Doctor van Houten staring him down, trembling under his brittle legs. I had almost lost myself. Gian chuckled. “My apologies Doctor, I was simply admiring my father’s wealth.”

Doctor van Houten was a very small man. He hardly reached Gian’s chest. He was two and seventy of age, but Gian would have thought the little man had long celebrated his ninetieth name day. Between his spotted wrinkled skin and his jiggling jaw that looked ripe to fall to the floor to join the teeth that littered the wooden floors. He thanked god that he had stopped grooming, otherwise there may not have been a patchy beard to hide the discomforting image. ”It’s your House now m’lord. Has been for some time now.”

[Russian people of america]

Pelledos, Capital of the High Kingdom of Carlinnia

Kastor rode ahead of his liege, Prince Edwyn. Arosta, his county had been in chaos at the news. The High King, Dead! It was a monstrous act committed by some vile vagrant, undeserving of life. The Count had never been one for intrigue, he'd always seen the matter as dishonorable and a sign of weakness. He was a straightforward man, he saw no point in betrayal or assassination. He remembered his servant rousing him from sleep with news that he would accompany his lord to a meeting in the capital. He'd been to the capital on many occasions though never for one of such importance as this. He'd gathered his finest men and he had rode out, meeting his lord at Redwater Palace. They traveled a long distance and no bandits jumped out to ambush them. Once they arrived the row of horses had stopped along with the carriage that carried his liege. As the Prince walked out he gestured to Kastor, making him wonder as to what it could be about. He followed the prince as was expected of him. "Yes, what is it my Prince?" He ensured he was in a relaxed state, which was an odd sight for anyone who'd seen him in battle. It was almost like seeing a dog, loyal and obedient. He harbored ambitions, one day he wanted to be a King, or at the least he wanted to own a duchy or two. But his ambitions were always subdued, he would never turn on his lord, or at least he'd like to think so.

[Nuridia]

Roland rose and kissed Kastra's extended hand "Of course, House Creideamh has always served the Cavain's faithfully and I plan to do so as well. My liege you will have my mace at your disposal, my life is tied to the realm." He said before he looked at Alphard and smiled "Ah the young prince, I hope when he is of the age of schooling I might have the honor to tutor him." Straightening up though he became serious "My liege I am ready to ride to war with you and, if duty necessitates it, I am willing to follow in the footsteps of my ancestors and give my life for you and the High Kingdom."

At that moment another figure entered the Summit chambers, it was the Patriarch of the Forager Church, Patriarch Arturo. The old man leaned heavily on his staff as he clanged his way towards the throne stopping at the base. He did not bow or kneel but lowered his head in a respectful nod, the most anyone will get from a Forager priest. Clearing his throat he said "High King Kandor may the Great Creator protect you and your family. I have come here before you to inform you that if civil war breaks out the Forager Church will not support any side, our main duty is to shepherd the souls of the faithful and I fear there will be Foragers on all sides of the war." The Patriarch spoke crisply and matter of fact, the Church will not give its support to anyone. "I have also come to present you with a blessing and to observe the Summit for the good of the faith."

Roland upon seeing the Patriarch quickly fell to both of his knees and placed his forehead upon the ground, only getting up with the gentle words of the Patriarch. Standing back up Roland made to go to one of the seats.

The king and queen listened to both Roland and the Patriarch speak, even they bowed their heads to him because God bows to no one, not even kings. Kastra smiled at Roland's offer.
"I do thank you, you are one of the strongest and most learned men in the Realm, your grace. I for one would be honored if you tutored the Prince." Kastra said.
"And I most heartily agree." Kandor admitted before turning to the Patriarch.

"Oh, well. I am sorry to hear that, Excellency. However I do not begrudge you, God takes no sides and so His representative on Earth must too remain partial in all things, I do understand your wisdom. My queen and I thank you for your blessing, and rest assured even though you cannot fight the Crown will still stand behind you, to love God is to love the people." the king said with a nod.

[Argentarino]

Prince Tommen "The Snake" Cavain
Pelledos, The High Kingdom of Carlinnia

The young prince, Tommen, youngest son of High King Ogsberth, was running late. He had been in mourning, ever since news came to him that his father had been murdered by an assassin. Granted, as the youngest son, Tommen admitted that he did not feel much love from his father, but that did not stop the young prince from showing love towards him anyway. In the past year, however, Tommen and Ogsberth had had a falling out, which resulted in Tommen leaving the capital for his own castle outside of the city. The last time that the two had spoken in person was during that one argument, but over the past few months, father and son, it seemed, had appeared to attempt to reconcile. All the more reason why Tommen was shattered when the courier from the Palace arrived with the news of his father's untimely death, as well as the news that his brother, Prince - no, High King - Kandor had called a noble summit to discuss the royal succession. As Prince, Tommen's presence was practically mandatory. The day of the summit, Tommen refused to eat breakfast, instead saying a prayer to the Great Creator for the soul of his father. Dressed in black, Prince Tommen and his entourage had made their way to the summit, hurrying to reach the Palace before his tardiness could be noted. Fortunately, when Prince Tommen pushed open the doors to the throne room, he ended up being one of the first persons there.

Upon seeing Kandor, Tommen stuck with protocol, keeping in mind his brother's new position and the position he was in, he approached his brother, knelt, kissed his ring, and then, hugged Kandor tightly. He loved his eldest brother, truly. "Are you well, brother?" Tommen asked, stepping back and readjusting Snakesbreath, as the hug had moved the dagger into an uncomfortable position. "Where is Frederick? And Edwyn? Have they not yet arrived at the Palace?"

[The Forsworn Knights]

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Prince Edwyn 'The Eagle' Cavain

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Edwyn looked around the courtyard warily as his guards formed a perimeter around them, stepping closer to Kastor. "I know I am asking a lot of you, and I know that courtly intrigue is not your forte, but I want you to start poking around the city after the meeting. I want an idea of what is going on around here, who could have gotten close enough to stab my father. The bastard that did it is going to pay, big time." Said Edwyn as he straightened Eaglesbreath and Talon, glancing towards the Keep.
"Wonder how late we are. If the killer is of noble class, I wouldnt put it past them to blame me or one of my older brothers. Tommen seems a bit too naive to try something like this. What do you make of this situation Kastor?"

[Nuridia]

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Prince Tommen "The Snake" Cavain
Pelledos, The High Kingdom of Carlinnia

The young prince, Tommen, youngest son of High King Ogsberth, was running late. He had been in mourning, ever since news came to him that his father had been murdered by an assassin. Granted, as the youngest son, Tommen admitted that he did not feel much love from his father, but that did not stop the young prince from showing love towards him anyway. In the past year, however, Tommen and Ogsberth had had a falling out, which resulted in Tommen leaving the capital for his own castle outside of the city. The last time that the two had spoken in person was during that one argument, but over the past few months, father and son, it seemed, had appeared to attempt to reconcile. All the more reason why Tommen was shattered when the courier from the Palace arrived with the news of his father's untimely death, as well as the news that his brother, Prince - no, High King - Kandor had called a noble summit to discuss the royal succession. As Prince, Tommen's presence was practically mandatory. The day of the summit, Tommen refused to eat breakfast, instead saying a prayer to the Great Creator for the soul of his father. Dressed in black, Prince Tommen and his entourage had made their way to the summit, hurrying to reach the Palace before his tardiness could be noted. Fortunately, when Prince Tommen pushed open the doors to the throne room, he ended up being one of the first persons there.

Upon seeing Kandor, Tommen stuck with protocol, keeping in mind his brother's new position and the position he was in, he approached his brother, knelt, kissed his ring, and then, hugged Kandor tightly. He loved his eldest brother, truly. "Are you well, brother?" Tommen asked, stepping back and readjusting Snakesbreath, as the hug had moved the dagger into an uncomfortable position. "Where is Frederick? And Edwyn? Have they not yet arrived at the Palace?"

Kandor was a bit caught surprised to see his brother bow to him. He said,"Tommen, you'll always be my youngest and favorite brother. No matter if I am High King, Crown Prince or a lowly pauper we will always be family. Get up off your knee and have a seat. You can have whatever food or drink you want just tell the loyal manservant." He had always been a humble prince talking of his man servants and other workers in good name. He replied to the question,"I do not know. Frederick hasn't been seen since he was reported in the markets the other day. As for Edwyn I'm not sure, but I duly hope they are both in good health. They need to be here." He had said that without a cringe or change of voice or anything. It almost hurt him to hold all of his feelings in. He'd killed his father and his brother. Things were bad, but he kept it in so he could have the support of the whole kingdom if he was to keep it alive.

"Welcome brother. It's always good to see you, dear Tommen." Kastra said to the Prince, shaking his hand. She always had a soft spot for her youngest brother in law, he was like the little brother she never had.

[Russian people of america]

Pelledos, Capital of the High Kingdom of Carlinnia

Kastor nodded slowly, coming to terms with what his liege had asked of him. He was a lord, a count and he had a right to say no. But he wouldn't, the Iversens had gotten along with the Calinnian monarchy for it's loyalty. He'd rarely dabbled in Intrigue, once or twice when he was young and only out of pure necessity. He still despiised the idea of intrigue, but then again he would be digging around for information rather than murdering someone in his sleep. "My lord, Edwyn, i will complete your task to the best of my ability's, however i urge you not to expect much from it. It's unlikely i'll be able to dig anything up." He allowed silence to rest for another moment, loosening his polite manner. He thought about the question, what would any of the Nobility have to gain from the High Kings death? The only person who could truely benefit from his death would be the Crown Prince and his brother. That was preposterous though, Edwyn would never commit such a terrible crime. His brothers he had never met, but the notion that they were responsible wouldn't work. This was they're father after all, who could truely butcher they're father as the High King had been killed? "I'm not entirely sure, i do frequently associate with the other nobility, but none have ever expressed interest in killing your father. I'm certain you and your brothers are innocent, none of you would be so cruel as to butcher your father. It had to be someone who could benefit from your fathers death, though i don't know who that could be." He spoke honestly, his head very slightly bowed. "Tommen would gain nothing from your fathers death, my lord. It's highly unlikely he'd be involved." He stopped himself as he realized that he had began to ramble.

[Cuprum]

Padania

Gian Galeazzo sat in his litter, sweating under the intense afternoon sun. It had been five years since he had returned from Etruria, and he had begun questioning why he left in the start. Bloodthirsty and uncultured were the two words that sprung to his mind when he heard the words 'High Kingdom'. This was his true city, and he loved all of it. Vitellia, the true home of the great trueborns. None of those other slavers cities could claim to be as pure as Vitellia. The forefathers turned to an island of their homelands coast, and settled there, safe from the dragons flames, naming it Etruria in the intentions of building their homeland stone by stone, pyramid by pyrmaid. And in the intentions of creating their empire, thought Gian. For now the dragons are gone, scattered far away to fantasy books.

Gian’s wishful daydreaming was interrupted by a jolt as his litter passed over a bump in the road. He shouted a curse out to the slaves who carried him, and he heard the satisfying crack of a whip hitting skin in reply. The streets of Padania were packed today as his procession made their steady way through, with all manner of people out and about concluding the last of the day’s business. Gian could hear the heckling of street vendors and shouts of masters calling for their slaves mixing as one. Through a crack in the curtains of his litter, he could see the shimmering turquoise sea, calm and peaceful in sharp contrast to the hustle and bustle of the city right by it. He was being carried by his slaves back to the family pyramid, after concluding a particularly interesting and beneficial trade deal with a slaver. Not only had this slaver, whose name Gian had already forgotten, offered to supply only him from now on, but he had also offered the best rates he had seen in a long while. Gian chuckled to himself as he remembered. He had had to haggle him down from the ridiculous figure he had first offered, but it was most certainly worth it. Most certainly. He could almost imagine the looks of frustration and envy on the faces of some of his rivals in the trade when he would tell them over dinner later in the evening. It had been a good day so far, one of the few he had had for an age, truth be told.

The family business, slavery, had been passing through some rough waters in recent years. Of course when demand falls, and supply remains high, that is to be expected. And what with all the revolutions and power shuffles in the Continent and closer to home in Slavers Cities, demand really has fallen, thought Gian, as he picked up a grape and chucked it into his mouth. And supply has definitely increased, he thought, what with the growing numbers of pirates and mercenaries companies willing to sell him refugees from these new wars. The easy money that capturing people made certainly outweighed any moral consequences the trade in human flesh had for many. Not that such a turbulent market truly hurt the family’s investments’ anyway; they were too big to collapse. It was the smaller rand families he worried for as they went out of business and lost all their money. I suppose its simply more flesh for the markets in the end, he thought, grabbing another grape and bringing it to his mouth.

The palanquin finally reached the pyramid, and the slaves began to lower him down carefully, anxious not to invite their old masters wrath. He clambered out, his joints cracking after too long sitting down, and made his way to the entrance, longing for the coolness inside. As soon as he entered, he was pounced upon by his youngest daughter, Elisabetta, as he always was upon returning home.

“Father, you’re home!” she said, hugging him tightly. “You must take me with you next time to the slave markets, I want to learn.” Although only past her seventeenth birthday, Elisabetta was the only one of Gian children who even remotely wanted to continue in the family business.

“My darling Elisabetta. You are not yet ten and eight but have the hunger of a tiger to learn. If you do not stop pestering me, I may have to take you one day.” Gian said, chuckling as he released her from the hug. “Now tell me, where are the rest of the family?”

“Mother is out at the markets, she left not long ago. Vincenzo and Ludovico, I know not where they have gone. Perhaps to the fighting pits. They have been away all day.” Elisabetta replied. “Oh father, I had the most wonderful fun today with Andrea, he took me all along the waterfront. I think he means to ask me to marry him.”

At this, Gian scowled. Andrea was a newly appointed mayor of Padania, and not a choice he would’ve consented to. He considered Andrea reckless and arrogant, but had so far allowed the romance between the two go unchallenged but for a few words of caution. “You already know what I think of that boy. But not to worry, my dearest: I am too happy to be angry or worried today, and I have matters to conclude. We shall speak later.”

With that, Gian hurried himself up a flight of stairs, and slowly pushed open the doors to his grand study. There, clustered around a small round table, surrounded by plates of succulent local food, sat seven men, of differing ages and builds. These seven men represented some of the largest and strongest trade families in the realm, perhaps a few even stronger than the royal family. Perhaps, Gian thought with a sly grin on his face as he pulled out the remaining chair and sat down. He clapped his hands and a slave, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, brought forth a platter of octopus for him to dig into.

Gian wiped his hands on his tokar as the plates were cleared away by slaves. The meal had gone well, and he had enjoyed it. He savoured the memory of when he told them of his recent trade deal, and their reactions. He could feel the jealousy in them, and he revelled in the knowledge that today, he had won. As the men filtered out from the hall, Gina noticed that one remained seated, holding a letter in his hand. Gian’s victorious smile weakened a little. When he noticed it was Emmanuel, a fierce trading rival of his, the smile disappeared completely from his face. “My friend,” Gian said, nervously, “the feast is over. Have you not noticed?” Emmanuel got up, and walked to Gian.

“Ah yes, and may I congratulate your excellent hosting of such a great event.” Emmanuel eyed the letter, and offered it to Gian. The smile was now on his face. “A little something that we all thought would be best handled by you. For the good of the realm, you understand.” He said, before leaving the room. Gian opened the letter, and read it hurriedly. He immediately cursed as he finished it. It was a missive, signed by all of the seven who had been present at his dinner, requiring him to make the journey to the continent to act as a diplomatic envoy for Vitellia to foster more trade and better relations.

''Guards bring those seven men in front of me again, this act of pride shall not leave unpunished, the guilds must now who is their overlord''

[The Ik Ka Ek Akai]

The Five Elven Delegations,
Noble Summit

Five breeds, five delegations. The Elves hold a great many cities, although few can hold the prominence and dominance of the leaders arriving as a collective Elven delegation to the crown. The realms of men were distant and cold, their cities built crudely, their ways were barbaric, and, according to some, their mere existence a plague on Elven kind. It was generations ago that the Elven domains had become subject to the whims of the realms of men, or more accurately the singular realm of mankind, and yet the stain on the honor of the Elven nobility, the legacy that the subjugation, however loose, had left behind, was still fresh in the minds of many Elves. With this in mind, the Elves would participate collectively in the noble summit that had been called. with nothing more than a gentleman's agreement to cease fighting until all had returned to their homes.

The Highborn were the first delegation to arrive. The Princes from all of the major cities had brought along caravans of goods intended almost exclusively for their own use during travel. The Prince of Arthan, particularly, was extravagant and decadent in his display, with his personal travelling cart adorned by two female slaves sitting beside him, one a Vertas princess and the other a wandering vagrant wearing attire reminiscent of the Elves of the Wood. The Prince had a smug smile on his face as he approached the town, having his retinue set up camp just outside of the city.

This was followed quickly by the Wood Elf delegation. The High Chief of the Vertas put on a display outside of the Arthan camp, letting out tribal whoops and throwing headless spears. The prince stepped forth and talked with his followers, bringing one of his slaves forth: the princess, daughter of the chieftain, and she was released momentarily to allow a charming family reunion. The chieftain hugged his eldest daughter, seeing her for the first time in many moons. The two elves had a full few minutes of hugging and soft whispers, promises, and joyous reunion before the lord of Arthan called his slave back. Her father made a promise that she would be freed, and with this, she made her return.

The next group to arrive were the Mountain Elves, a collection of Dark and Deep elves that, under truce, had journeyed together to get to the summit. There was almost a heartwarming aspect to the situation as both sides of their unnatural conflict embraced each other and enjoyed each other's company. The Deep Elves and Dark Elves only fought out of necessity, and found themselves quite possibly the best of friends when such fighting was given a brief interim to cool down, and friendship was embraced for but the shortest of times.These were also known, along with the Sand Elves who were now arriving as well, as the "Bearded Folk", as these three groups among the Elves wore long and decorated beards, in contrast to the clean-shaved Highborn and Wood breeds.

The prince of Arthan looked upon many of the bearded elves with disgust, feeling little respect for them. The Wood Elves, likewise, were seen as less than a real person, but at least they would put up an honorable front. Speaking of which, once the princess returned, he had her bound once more in the typical Highborn style, a rope around the upper arms and the hands together, although the vagrant had her hands crossed. She was intended to be a slave, the symbol of a humiliating defeat by the Vertas against the power of Arthan, and so to allow her further time with her father would be too much. Mercy, but power: the Arthan creed, so it was said.

With this, the Elves all set up camp and began to initiate some festivities of their own.

[The Forsworn Knights]

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Prince Edwyn 'The Eagle' Cavain

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Edwyn listened to his Friend's words closely, scratching the back of his head as the Count agreed to poke around the city for information after the meeting and allayed any lingering suspicions against the Snake Prince that Edwyn may have been harboring. Edwyn nodded, resting a hand on the Count Kastor's shoulder.
"That is very good to hear. The Creator truly did bless me with such a trustworthy Vassal and Friend." He said, straightening his posture as he turned slightly towards the front gates, letting his Vassal process the praise.
"I am going to head on in, it wouldnt do well for the third-born to be too terribly late to a meeting to discuss his Father's death at the hands of a murderer who could very well still be in this region if he is a fool. Plus I hear that the Elves are throwing a great party outside the city which I would like to visit. Though I hear that the High-Born Elves are a bit stuffy and formal when it comes to their parties. I sometimes wonder why some insist on turning their parties into sprawling messes of protocol and procedure."
Edwyn rambled as he suddenly exited the conversation, quickly marching into the building, with six of the ten guards following him, while two stayed to watch the Carriage and Horses and the final two offered to protect the Count and show his status as a Landed Noble.

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Inside the Palace
As Edwyn entered the Palace he looked around the Great Hall. In the massive room were representatives of the church, a lord here, a merchant there, nothing special really in Edwyn's eyes. As he looked around his eyes finally fell on the persons whom he was seeking. High-King Kandor and Prince Tommen, as well as Kandor's Wife, Kastra. Edwyn smiled warmly as he approached his remaining family, striding toward them. As he swiftly closed the distance between them he fell into a kneeling position before Kandor.
"Greetings Brothers, your Ladyship." He said, Eaglesbreath and Talon clinking as he knelt.

[Nuridia]

(Image)

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Prince Edwyn 'The Eagle' Cavain

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Edwyn listened to his Friend's words closely, scratching the back of his head as the Count agreed to poke around the city for information after the meeting and allayed any lingering suspicions against the Snake Prince that Edwyn may have been harboring. Edwyn nodded, resting a hand on the Count Kastor's shoulder.
"That is very good to hear. The Creator truly did bless me with such a trustworthy Vassal and Friend." He said, straightening his posture as he turned slightly towards the front gates, letting his Vassal process the praise.
"I am going to head on in, it wouldnt do well for the third-born to be too terribly late to a meeting to discuss his Father's death at the hands of a murderer who could very well still be in this region if he is a fool. Plus I hear that the Elves are throwing a great party outside the city which I would like to visit. Though I hear that the High-Born Elves are a bit stuffy and formal when it comes to their parties. I sometimes wonder why some insist on turning their parties into sprawling messes of protocol and procedure."
Edwyn rambled as he suddenly exited the conversation, quickly marching into the building, with six of the ten guards following him, while two stayed to watch the Carriage and Horses and the final two offered to protect the Count and show his status as a Landed Noble.

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Inside the Palace
As Edwyn entered the Palace he looked around the Great Hall. In the massive room were representatives of the church, a lord here, a merchant there, nothing special really in Edwyn's eyes. As he looked around his eyes finally fell on the persons whom he was seeking. High-King Kandor and Prince Tommen, as well as Kandor's Wife, Kastra. Edwyn smiled warmly as he approached his remaining family, striding toward them. As he swiftly closed the distance between them he fell into a kneeling position before Kandor.
"Greetings Brothers, your Ladyship." He said, Eaglesbreath and Talon clinking as he knelt.

"Lord Edwyn." Kastra greeted the Prince when he strode into the hall. Kandor had so many brothers it was hard to keep up with them all. The queen never said anything publicly but she always felt that Edwyn was a bit...off would be putting it lightly. And he had not been seen apparently since the funeral of the old High King.
"Well met, Prince Edwyn Eaglesbreath. It's good to see you again." Kastra said, smiling at him.

[Kaledoria]

Fergus Cimbáeth
Duke of Magh Meall

Arival at Pelledos, Capital of the High Kingdom of Carlinnia

Fergus arrived with just a small retinue of five hand picked soldiers, three councilors (that were also able to speak for the other greater clans) and a handful of courtiers. It was an appropriate size for confirming his oath of fealty to the King's successor. But, one the fifth day of his journey, he had heard additional news, that not only Ogsberth had been killed but also Frederick and he knew, this would be getting serious. Royal blood flowing in plenty, the Cavains were probably at each others throat. - And if they were not, the situation would be even more grim as it could only mean, the conflict was playing out in secret. He had sent out for further diplomats and sages in the Imperial laws and traditions.

He went straight for the summit, letting his manservant prepare the quarters in a nearby inn.

With his man staying in the background, he approached Kandor, sitting on the throne, the High Kings crown on his head.

"Mylord Kandor, Magh Meal has been summoned and here I am." Fergus said bowing before the throne. It was not exactly the most humble form of address, as he omitted the title of High King for now. "I am sorry I could not arrive in time for your coronation but news travel slowly in the southwest. My condolences on the loss of your father - and brother, as I heard."

He did not intent to make a rival out of the new High King, but he could not go over the fact, that Kandor had just took the crown and throne without waiting for his vassals to arrive and officially recognize him as the legal successor. Still, his appearance was de facto recognition of the succession and his lack of proper formalities for the High King were factually irrelevant.

[Argentarino]

Fergus Cimbáeth
Duke of Magh Meall

Arival at Pelledos, Capital of the High Kingdom of Carlinnia

Fergus arrived with just a small retinue of five hand picked soldiers, three councilors (that were also able to speak for the other greater clans) and a handful of courtiers. It was an appropriate size for confirming his oath of fealty to the King's successor. But, one the fifth day of his journey, he had heard additional news, that not only Ogsberth had been killed but also Frederick and he knew, this would be getting serious. Royal blood flowing in plenty, the Cavains were probably at each others throat. - And if they were not, the situation would be even more grim as it could only mean, the conflict was playing out in secret. He had sent out for further diplomats and sages in the Imperial laws and traditions.

He went straight for the summit, letting his manservant prepare the quarters in a nearby inn.

With his man staying in the background, he approached Kandor, sitting on the throne, the High Kings crown on his head.

"Mylord Kandor, Magh Meal has been summoned and here I am." Fergus said bowing before the throne. It was not exactly the most humble form of address, as he omitted the title of High King for now. "I am sorry I could not arrive in time for your coronation but news travel slowly in the southwest. My condolences on the loss of your father - and brother, as I heard."

He did not intent to make a rival out of the new High King, but he could not go over the fact, that Kandor had just took the crown and throne without waiting for his vassals to arrive and officially recognize him as the legal successor. Still, his appearance was de facto recognition of the succession and his lack of proper formalities for the High King were factually irrelevant.

Prince Tommen had just embraced his brother Edwyn when the Duke of Magh Meall walked in and said something that gave the young prince a shiver down his spine. Brother? What news? Tommen thought to himself, a despaired look spreading across his face. "Duke Fergus, what do you mean by that? What brother have we lost?" Tommen addressed the Duke, his face turning pale.

OOC: Sorry for short post. Don't know what else to throw in here.

[Kaledoria]

Prince Tommen had just embraced his brother Edwyn when the Duke of Magh Meall walked in and said something that gave the young prince a shiver down his spine. Brother? What news? Tommen thought to himself, a despaired look spreading across his face. "Duke Fergus, what do you mean by that? What brother have we lost?" Tommen addressed the Duke, his face turning pale.

OOC: Sorry for short post. Don't know what else to throw in here.

"Uhm..." Fergus was unsure, whether it really was his place to tell the Prince. "On my journey here I was told Prince Frederick was k... died, too. I do not know any details - in fact was not even able to confirm the truth of these reports. I was actually hoping to learn the real facts once I'm here." He looked at the King for help.

[Sapphiron]

Earl Eldon Bathory
Noble Summit

Nestled on the top of Mount Castellous, the Azgul Citadel stood silently against the searing heat of sun rays. An intimidating aura emerged from its colossal dimensions, and was backed by its status as an undefeated fortress inhabited by the Bathorians since the Age of Conquest. Rich forests of luxuriant foliage encompassed the fortress, and the rocky terrain served as a natural barrier to safeguard itself from intruders. Many a time neighbouring minor houses made attempts to seize it, but the banner displaying the eye encircled by twenty-four blades remained. The Bathorians never forgave their enemies for their insolence, so for every failed invasion on their ancestral stronghold, the Azgul knights would retaliate in kind, ransacking towns and leaving a path of destruction. Once their wrath was incurred, the only acceptable form of appeasement was the eyeballs of nobles. The warped demands might appear to be morally abhorrent, but they were just literal manifestations of their official house motto, “An Eye for an Eye”, as the Bathorians would argue.

News of High King Ogsberth’s demise reached the Earl’s ears long before the invitation to the Noble Summit arrived at his doorstep and wiped off any lingering doubts. Such a catastrophic event warranted the grief of men, but the Earl thought otherwise. Dressing himself in formal mourning garb, he was confident that it was only a matter of time before a civil war would ensue. Kandor might have risen to become the de facto High King, but not all lords would be willing to acknowledge his ascension. Commanding his squire to inform his family of his imminent departure to Pelledos to attend a summit, the Earl headed to the stables personally to retrieve his personal destrier, Nemesis. When the portcullis was raised, a mounted rider in black velvet robe rode out of the fortress, accompanied closely by two elite Azgul knights.

Upon arrival at his destination, he knelt on his left knee and bowed before the throne, the raised platform seemingly unashamed of reminding him of the distinction in power between a liege and a vassal. “I greet you, Your Majesty, Rightful Ruler of The Province of Anderel and Continent of Salin, Protector of the Salinnian Kingdoms and Bane of the Orcsamer Invaders. House Bathory extends our sincere condolences for the departure of your father.”

[Albertae]

(Image)

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Prince Edwyn 'The Eagle' Cavain

---

Edwyn listened to his Friend's words closely, scratching the back of his head as the Count agreed to poke around the city for information after the meeting and allayed any lingering suspicions against the Snake Prince that Edwyn may have been harboring. Edwyn nodded, resting a hand on the Count Kastor's shoulder.
"That is very good to hear. The Creator truly did bless me with such a trustworthy Vassal and Friend." He said, straightening his posture as he turned slightly towards the front gates, letting his Vassal process the praise.
"I am going to head on in, it wouldnt do well for the third-born to be too terribly late to a meeting to discuss his Father's death at the hands of a murderer who could very well still be in this region if he is a fool. Plus I hear that the Elves are throwing a great party outside the city which I would like to visit. Though I hear that the High-Born Elves are a bit stuffy and formal when it comes to their parties. I sometimes wonder why some insist on turning their parties into sprawling messes of protocol and procedure."
Edwyn rambled as he suddenly exited the conversation, quickly marching into the building, with six of the ten guards following him, while two stayed to watch the Carriage and Horses and the final two offered to protect the Count and show his status as a Landed Noble.

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Inside the Palace
As Edwyn entered the Palace he looked around the Great Hall. In the massive room were representatives of the church, a lord here, a merchant there, nothing special really in Edwyn's eyes. As he looked around his eyes finally fell on the persons whom he was seeking. High-King Kandor and Prince Tommen, as well as Kandor's Wife, Kastra. Edwyn smiled warmly as he approached his remaining family, striding toward them. As he swiftly closed the distance between them he fell into a kneeling position before Kandor.
"Greetings Brothers, your Ladyship." He said, Eaglesbreath and Talon clinking as he knelt.

Kandor got up and hugged his brother Edwyn picking him up from his kneeling position. He had the most interaction with Edwyn over the years making him the closest to Kandor in the family.

He said to him warmly,"It is good to see you here Edwyn, the realm is going to fall apart if we all don't establish what must be done. My scouts from the Dwarven Kingdom tell me orcs are stirring again. Obviously they are going to revolt and come attempt to take Salin again. We won't be able to hold them off if we don't stand together like the first and second landings."

His talk with Edwyn was interrupted by a noble from Magh Meall.

Fergus Cimbáeth
Duke of Magh Meall

Arival at Pelledos, Capital of the High Kingdom of Carlinnia

Fergus arrived with just a small retinue of five hand picked soldiers, three councilors (that were also able to speak for the other greater clans) and a handful of courtiers. It was an appropriate size for confirming his oath of fealty to the King's successor. But, one the fifth day of his journey, he had heard additional news, that not only Ogsberth had been killed but also Frederick and he knew, this would be getting serious. Royal blood flowing in plenty, the Cavains were probably at each others throat. - And if they were not, the situation would be even more grim as it could only mean, the conflict was playing out in secret. He had sent out for further diplomats and sages in the Imperial laws and traditions.

He went straight for the summit, letting his manservant prepare the quarters in a nearby inn.

With his man staying in the background, he approached Kandor, sitting on the throne, the High Kings crown on his head.

"Mylord Kandor, Magh Meal has been summoned and here I am." Fergus said bowing before the throne. It was not exactly the most humble form of address, as he omitted the title of High King for now. "I am sorry I could not arrive in time for your coronation but news travel slowly in the southwest. My condolences on the loss of your father - and brother, as I heard."

He did not intent to make a rival out of the new High King, but he could not go over the fact, that Kandor had just took the crown and throne without waiting for his vassals to arrive and officially recognize him as the legal successor. Still, his appearance was de facto recognition of the succession and his lack of proper formalities for the High King were factually irrelevant.

"My brother?" Kandor hadn't heard the news of any of his brother's death, however secretly he knew who he had killed.

"I know it is rude of me not to wait for all of my vassals to arrive for the coronation, but the realm was in dire need of a ruler. The Orcsamer hordes are again getting ready to invade. I had to prepare some things in government get some Royal decrees out. Please take a seat, Lord..." He hadn't ever seen the man before and it wasn't his fault really. His father had him sent to the Nordlands to live in his palace up there. That brought up the question of the arrival of the great King of the Nordlands who he would appoint Grand Marshall.

Prince Tommen had just embraced his brother Edwyn when the Duke of Magh Meall walked in and said something that gave the young prince a shiver down his spine. Brother? What news? Tommen thought to himself, a despaired look spreading across his face. "Duke Fergus, what do you mean by that? What brother have we lost?" Tommen addressed the Duke, his face turning pale.

OOC: Sorry for short post. Don't know what else to throw in here.

"Uhm..." Fergus was unsure, whether it really was his place to tell the Prince. "On my journey here I was told Prince Frederick was k... died, too. I do not know any details - in fact was not even able to confirm the truth of these reports. I was actually hoping to learn the real facts once I'm here." He looked at the King for help.

Kandor laid back into his throne pretending to be fazed by the news. A bother had died. Another lost. He had been the murdere, but it was beside the point he had to uphold a certain feeling.

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Earl Eldon Barothy
Noble Summit

Nestled on the top of Mount Castellous, the Azgul Citadel stood silently against the searing heat of sun rays. An intimidating aura emerged from its colossal dimensions, and was backed by its status as an undefeated fortress inhabited by the Bathorians since the Age of Conquest. Rich forests of luxuriant foliage encompassed the fortress, and the rocky terrain served as a natural barrier to safeguard itself from intruders. Many a time neighbouring minor houses made attempts to seize it, but the banner displaying the eye encircled by twenty-four blades remained. The Bathorians never forgave their enemies for their insolence, so for every failed invasion on their ancestral stronghold, the Azgul knights would retaliate in kind, ransacking towns and leaving a path of destruction. Once their wrath was incurred, the only acceptable form of appeasement was the eyeballs of nobles. The warped demands might appear to be morally abhorrent, but they were just literal manifestations of their official house motto, “An Eye for an Eye”, as the Bathorians would argue.

News of High King Ogsberth’s demise reached the Earl’s ears long before the invitation to the Noble Summit arrived at his doorstep and wiped off any lingering doubts. Such a catastrophic event warranted the grief of men, but the Earl thought otherwise. Dressing himself in formal mourning garb, he was confident that it was only a matter of time before a civil war would ensue. Kandor might have risen to become the de facto High King, but not all lords would be willing to acknowledge his ascension. Commanding his squire to inform his family of his imminent departure to Pelledos to attend a summit, the Earl headed to the stables personally to retrieve his personal destrier, Nemesis. When the portcullis was raised, a mounted rider in black velvet robe rode out of the fortress, accompanied closely by two elite Azgul knights.

Upon arrival at his destination, he knelt on his left knee and bowed before the throne, the raised platform seemingly unashamed of reminding him of the distinction in power between a liege and a vassal. “I greet you, Your Majesty, Rightful Ruler of The Province of Anderel and Continent of Salin, Protector of the Salinnian Kingdoms and Bane of the Orcsamer Invaders. House Bathory extends our sincere condolences for the departure of your father.”

Another noble had strutted in during Kandor's act. He said to the Earl,"I thank you Earl, but I think that I not the only one who has lost a father in this room or a loved one. Many lords loved my father. He was a great king and led this king through a peaceful and safe realm. Now I hear my brother Frederick is dead. Please have a seat Earl. A manservant will tend to you. In fact all of you should have a seat. We will be waiting for another hour or two at the least for the rest of the lords."

[Rygondria]

The Kingdom Of the Gold Beards, Gold Beard hold, capital city of the kingdom

Hesperos Gold Beard sat on his throne,his hand resting his head while he looked at a large bronze mural that contained the map of the known world," We are the last free dwarf kingdom", Hesperos said as he stood up and started to walk towards his Strategos Hykos," We need to keep it that way, we are a becon of all dwarf kind telling them the dwarven might and inqunity always prevails over those barbaric humans and those bloodthirsty orcs". Hykos Nodded as he said," I have recently recived news from one of the barbarians merchants, apparently the king had died and his son has taken power". Hesperos glared and said in a booming voice," Dont you think i already know that you fool !, What do you think i am some sort of idiot, i already sent an engineer to the meeting to have are interests of remaining neutral and independent through this conflict''! Hykos bowed and said,'' I am sorry my liege, but if you do not mind me asking, why did you summon me to the great hall" ? Hesperos then said," War is coming to the land and we must be prepared, i have rumors that there will be a civil war in the human lands, we must not let it spill into my kingdom, the orcs have also been more active than usual i fear that they might be planning an attack, so ineed you to call up the Troops and tell the hopolites to prepare to duty, i have already sent word to the great forges to prepare weaponry and equipment, and The reserves of dragon Powder are being called up for block passes and possible...Undermining". The Startegos saluted and said," Aye Imperitor" Then he ran off to give orders to his messengers. Hesperos then walked back to his throne and ordered a servant to grab him a flagon of wine, war was coming and he wanted to be ready.

Pelledos

Eurypylus Bronze Spear walk towards the entrance of the human city, as a high ranking member of the dwarven engineers guild he plenty of experience dealing with humans and even a couple of elves, He remembered building a manison some where in this city for a wealthy merchant family but that was during his apprentice days and the mansion for all he knows may have fallen into disrepair, but he was not there for nostalgia he was there for diplomacy. The mountain king has sent him as a representative of the gold beard kingdom, his goals where to insure goldbeard independence and neutrality in the conflict, he then walked into the royal palace and went to examine a suit of armor before the meeting would tkae place.