A Tale of a Kingdom [IC/OPEN]

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A Tale of a Kingdom

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It have been fourty years since the last king of Mandorgan of the Dragonbane line passed away. His passing came with the return of the Dwarves and Elves to this world, and with no heir, civil war ensued. Far in the north, the Elves and Dwarves were crushed - and have since then never been seen again in this world. Rebels from north and south, east and west, waged war for the throne, until the eventual victory of Jon Torren of the province of Tamlar, and his newly wed wife, of House Minerva of Lavandia. Their foes forced to surrender, the Torrens took the throne, and Mandorgan was unified once more. The king had children, among who his heir, crown prince Robert Torren. The Kingdom prospered like it had in it's glory days under the Dragonbane line.
It was twenty years ago that the first problems started. One faithful night, something of great mystery happened - the moon was high in the sky as always, but it was no longer alone, for a second moon had appeared, one with a faint purple glow. Riots erupted, and though these were soon quelled, an insidious threat began rising, that of a new religion, in worship of twin deities - like the moons high above. The second moon had another effect, too: it appeared more mages were born.

Since the start of winter, the King Jon Torren has been struck by illness, and become bedridden ever since. Many of the heirs of Torren's old enemies have become to question his rule once again, only held back from going into all-out war by the cold winds of winter. More enemies have formed throughout the Kingdom, in the form of the worshippers of the moons who now, judging the Torren line unworthy, seek to place "The Chosen", the Lord of Edhennod and the Brigand Hills, on the throne. As winter comes to end and spring is close, the stakes are set high...

[Yuzhou]

Hayvin Zaptan
Rainbow Peak
Steirphos

The hooves of the massive brown steed made a rather noticeable thudding as it swept across the land. It's rider clad in silver and sable guided it gracefully across ridges and hills, unwilling to lose it to the ghostly pools of bog below. He finally found a good spot to stop on a rather large mound, taking a deep breath of the crisp air as he slowed to his halt. He looked to the south, and saw nothing but the repeating pattern of yellow landscape and gray sky. Once he focused in on the view however, small stone structures could be seen dotting the distant landscape, large wooden windmills beside most of them. A set of large connecting ridge lines served as the official roadway of the area.

Suddenly he caught a glimpse of it go off in the distance. It was a silent, thin, blueish streak of light that came down and landed somewhere far off, then took it's leave as quickly as it came. First lightning of the year he thought to himself, taking his hand and stroking the large hanging brown moustache that often identified him. The illuminating flash of energy was followed by something equally unexpected. The sky near the landing spot of the lightning suddenly opened up slightly, revealing a few rays of light. These rays cast a shadow to the downpour of more good news. Rain. This first storm was a sign that the dry winter was coming to an end. Hayvin could only give a smile, something that rarely happens across the rugged features of the 37 year old.

He turned his attention to his right now, there only a few hills tops away stood what could be consider the first true mountain seen thus far. It was a large jagged outcrop of brown stone that reached high above it's colleagues of terrain. Behind it, directed towards what would be the sea, was more mountains just like it, though not as large. Of course, compared to mountains across the world, this one was just an oversized hill, but it was a sight to behold to the small populace of Steirphos. Near the top of it's grassy base stood a rather large and ornate looking town. The city was constructed of both stone and lumber, and was built both outside and inside of the mountain. The landscape just outside the walls was completely covered in large wooden windmills. On closer inspection, one would realize that the town itself was larger than it seemed, snaking it's way up to the peak of it's host. At the top stood a huge circular room, with a whole half side opened directly to the air. This was the throne room, reception hall, meeting room, command headquaters, and study of Hayvin and in return, the whole province.

Indeed, Rainbow Peak was rather impressive. It was motley, but it's mixed build and odd designs gave it a more than charming feeling. It showed a second side to the province, one that was full of life, how people actually lived in this land forsaken by the gods. While wondering through it, one would find that people grew food in their back yards, even now, looking from the hill, Hayvin could see people bustling about their business in the steep streets and staircases of the capital. To a traveler, the province of Steirphos must be the most inhospitable and barren piece of land in the world, with almost no life to it except for the ugly vomit yellow grass that swept the countryside. This was in short, nothing more than illusion. Outside of man, the province was home to unique wildlife. Just as Hayvin considered it, a herd {as they are referred to} of pufflions came sprinting past. The tiny fire colored dogs, who appear to be nothing more than moving helpless fur balls, are prized throughout the other provinces as ideal pets, especially for nobility. In truth, they are effective pack hunters, preying on jackrabbits, they are too small to kill moor elk however. They can also extract nutrient packed roots from the moorland, and can be trained to hunt out said roots for human consumption.

The skys of the province is full of birds of prey, they are just elusive to the untrained eye. Thunder falcons, the fastest hunting bird known to man, are found in Steirphos. Blue beaked eagles often command respect when they are spotted gliding across the horizon. Thus, the bland dead province, holds more tricks up it's sleeve than outsiders give. Suddenly a large crash snapped Hayvin from his journey of contemplation. He looked down, to see a huge stone block hoisted on a now tilted and hanging platform near the wall of the city. Engineers bustled heavily around it, trying to prevent the massive piece of construction work from falling off and crashing down the slope.

They've pushed the damn wench too hard, and now a cable has snapped! Hayvin grumbled to himself.
Kayva...
Why such a rookie mistake?

Hayvin gently tapped the sides of his horse with the heel of his boot and off he went, barreling down the hills toward the city.

[Nuridia]

Olivia Manox
The girl appeared to be one of many, not really standing out in the identical group of girls who were dressed just like her as they went over a set of steps under the watchful eye of their troupe leader. "Right girls, you all look absolutely lovely." "Olivia, fabulous as always although your kick could be higher." "And flutter coyly with the fan at the end, don't swing it all about like it's a weapon!" Instead of complaining the girl merely fixed her form, not in the mood for arguing. There were twenty girls, and they were all dressed in the same red-and black dance uniforms and wore the same makeup, but they were all different underneath. From different walks of life, having different looks, the one girl at the end of the second row whose ruby-colored eyes seemed to glow through her now powdered pale face. Her deep reddish brown hair was in long calf length braids that moved with her when she turned. They were pretty together and appeared to be training hard, but their profession was not a respected one. Dancers and actors, especially female ones were seen during this time as low class, unpresentable and maybe even promiscuous. But they were in high demand as traveling spies and courtesans although a few of them had never even kissed a man.

After rehearsals were over the girls sat down to take a break. The red-eyed dancer was sitting with a tall, statuesque blonde and both of their makeup was a bit rubbed away revealing a pretty but round and freckled face in the brunette. The blonde spoke first as she sipped her coffee from a tin cup. "I don't get it Olivia, most of us aren't exactly here by choice." "Our parents were poor, didn't want us or we had to strike out on our own." "You were the daughter of tailors who made a reasonable living, and are supporters of the Torrens so you could've married an earl if you wanted to." "Dancing is a hard life, not many choose it." the blonde told her friend. Olivia merely looked into the other's eyes with her red ones. "I don't regret it Gwen, dancing's been my dream merely my whole life and if my family can't support it then tough on them." "I don't want to be some nobleman's wife, it's not exciting." "It's dangerous these days actually, everybody vying for the throne again." "Queen Chloe, gods rest her soul, I'm glad the gracious lady isn't around to see this." "She was one of the bits of glue that held the Torrens together, and with her gone it's said that King Jon's illness has worsened." "Everybody knows Prince Robert is King Regent now." "But these are dark days, they are a gracious and strong family and nobody wants to see harm on them." "I fear what may happen to them, may the gods preserve the Torrens and their line." "I know they've done much to help their people and my family." Olivia said, passing the coffee cup back to Gwen and turning her scarlet orbs to the sky as they sat on the edge of the caravan that had parked. After a while of passing around sandwiches and other food, a voice called. "Gwendolyn, Liv!" "Time for rehearsals again!" their troupe leader called and so the girls stretched out and went back into camp.


Aeris Torren
The Crown Princess and Queen Regent of Mandragoran sat in her study busily. She had been going over her spellbooks for hours, hoping they would give her some clue as to this strange phenomenon that has been plaguing her father in law. Everyone in the royal Torren family and their supporters had been on edge since King Jon's illness struck him down last year, Queen Chloe had been so upset by it and not being able to help that the grief had literally killed her, poor woman. As a mage herself, Aeris should have a clue as to what was going on but the unfortunate truth was that she had no clue. Aeris sighed, her long silver hair was tied back into a high ponytail as often it was when she was working. It wasn't a product of old age however, it had been her hair color since birth but now she believed that her fairly youthful looks still were going to catch up at this rate. And her husband, her poor dear husband Robert. And their children Hector and Vanessa, they meant more to her than anything and with Aeris trying to take some of the stress off of them by helping Robert with his investigations she had invariably caused stress to herself.

Aeris sighed, going over to the ornate bookcase and pulling out a set of new scrolls and reading them over, starting with one with a strange set of runes on it. She had taken them from some defeated mages of the Twin Gods, ever since that other moon rose in the sky those years ago the family has been on edge once again, even more so because of their prophecy. The Queen Regent opened a small casket on her table that she kept all of the enchanted objects that she collected over the years in and pulled out a gem as clear as water. She used it as a magnifying glass when reading spell scrolls as it could help her see the magic behind runes as well. Just then, a knock was heard on the door and Aeris looked up, her cat-like light brown eyes tired. "Enter." she called. The door swung open to reveal a young woman with long auburn hair sweep into the room. She had twin little boys with thick brown hair that looked about two to three years old, a little blonde girl who was a year old and by her swollen stomach one could tell she was pregnant again.

"Aunt, what are you doing?" Princess Tatiana, daughter of Aeris' sister in law Drusilla asked. Tatiana had married a young knight of her grandfather's guard, Ser Daven about five years ago and they were already expecting their fourth child. "Tatiana, how good to see you." "And here's Aeron, Daven Jr. and little Chloe." she said, holding her arms out for her nephews and niece and they all rushed toward her even Chloe who toddled along. "We are concerned Aunt Aeris." "We are all worried about Grandfather and this new prophecy but you've been cooped up in here for five days and not even coming out to take meals." "Uncle Robert and Mother are concerned, you're not going to find anything out like this." "You're only going to weaken yourself and then what will Uncle Robert do?" Tatiana asked, her big blue eyes looking at Aeris in concern. "She's right Mother, we haven't seen you in a while." "It's most distressing." another voice chimed in. The swirling blonde hair and piercing green eyes of her father revealed that it was her daughter Vanessa, with Aeris' facial features but Rober's coloring. "Hector, Father and I." "We are concerned for your health." Vanessa went and took a chair by her mother, putting a hand on Aeris' shoulder.

[The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness]

Savator Vhalen
City of Strongbourne

The winds howled and the skies wept as the party finally returned to the city, the hooves of their steeds crashing on the cobbles of the road as they made for the city's Citadel. Far in the distance, the clouds rumbled and lightning flashed in the sky high above. Those men and women that were up this time in the morning moved aside as the group made their way through the streets, their cloaks wet and heavy from the rain. Men shouted from atop the Citadel's walls, and the gates were opened and the drawbridge lowered, just before the horsemen arrived, thundering into the central square of the massive fortress that stood at the heart of the city. Most of Strongbourne was still asleep, and as such, there was no big party to mark the arrival of it's Lord, and the Chosen of their Twin Gods, nor to greet the return of his fellows.

They had rode out in the middle of the night, at the sight of a flickering green flame coming from the marsh. Rather than, as was often the case, disappear shortly after it's appearance, it remained flickering. It had vanished when the riders had come close to it, giving them both a sense of relieve and annoyance - the potential threat had disappeared, but they had left the warmth of their homes in the middle of the night for nothing. On their way back, however, they had been mistaken for easy prey by a small band of bandits, whom had clearly been lacking in either good eyesight or intelligence (or both). The bandits had been easily taken care of, although one of the riders had suffered from minor injuries in a fight against the bandit's leader.

Savator Vhalen, First of his name, the Hawk of the East, Chosen of the Twin Gods, and Lord of Edhennon and the Brigand Hills jumped off his steed, landing on the ground with a loud thud. Behind him, his fellows followed. They were led inside by the Citadel's guard and brought to their rooms, save for the injured knight, who was to be brought to one of the doctors.

Once he arrived in his quarters, the Lord of Strongbourne threw off his soaking black cloak, the cloth landing in a corner with a soft thud. The door slammed shut with a loud bang, and from his bed came a load moan, followed by a soft voice asking him if next time he were to come back in the middle of the night, he would return a bit more quiet. Savator chuckled at his wife as he pulled his gloves off. "Not even concerned with my continued existence, eh? It's almost morning anyway. You'd better get up, I'm sure there'll be a lot of interesting things for you to do. Well, as long as it's inside, or if you don't mind getting soaked by the rain. Heh." With a groan, Emilia Vharen rose from her bed, dressed in an elegant gown. Like her husband, she was tall and well-shaped, and she had long, red hair falling down her shoulders. "Oh, cheer up, will you?" Savator asked her. "I'll remember that one when one day I'll wake you up in the middle of the night." The Lord of the Brigand Hills shrugged in apology.

Four hours later, Savator sat in the Citadel's main hall, on a large throne elevated above the rest of the hall. In front of him knelt an old, but strongly built man, with a short grey beard and a balding head.

"It is so, my lord." the man spoke. "Spring has finally begun! The heathen King Jon Torren still lies ill, an everlasting sign of the gods that the Torrens are weak! As you know, we've prepared a letter adressed to all the faithful, denouncing the Torrens, and claiming the throne for you, Chosen One! Of course, these are completely anonymous, lest the Torrens immediately blame me... uhh, us."

Savator gave a nod, and the man rose. "Then spread the word. Tell the Kingdom the truth about their rulers, and the false gods they worship. Make it so. You are dismissed, sir."

The man gave a final bow, before turning around and leaving the Citadel's hall. Soon, he told himself, Mandorgan would have its true king...

[Serretes]

Uhtred of Braedenholm
Braedenholm, Umberlands

“Hold the line!” Uhtred screamed over the din of the struggling shield wall. “Forward step!” He shoved his shield arm forward and stepped forward, throwing his opponent off balance for an instant. That was all he needed, the stave slipping above the rim of the shield and the man was no more. For that round of sparring at least. “Back step!” Again he screeched above the din of the hammering of staves on shields as men whipped themselves into a frenzied stage of rage, ready to tear the line apart. Uhtred’s shield-wall intentionally faltered back a step, throwing the opposing shield wall off balance. And like that, it was over. Uhtred nodded to the men around him, and they went on their way discussing the mock battle that had just occurred in the courtyard of Uhtred’s compound at Braedenholm. He had nearly 1,000 oath men, and he ensured that they stayed fresh and ready to fight when he needed them.

Walking over to a bench under the eaves of one of the sheds at the back of the courtyard, Uhtred pulled the intricate helmet off his head. The burnished silver radiated in the dying light, gleaming scenes of victory achieved by him and his forefathers. The aventail clanked against the wood of the bench as he set it down with some impact. A short, broad shouldered man, with a very crooked nose swaggered over to him, calling a hoarse greeting. “You did well, cousin.”
“I always do well, Eadric.”
“Not when you started fighting, I beat you every time then.”
“Only because you had a two year advantage on me.” Eadric smiled.
“It is rumored that there is talk of revolt. The King is dying, and some are reportedly going to lead an uprising.”
“And?”
“I hoped you’d lead The Umberlands to independence.”
“No, I don’t think I will. We are at peace for the time, and it is nice to not always kill. Sometimes it is nice to create life as opposed to tale it.” Uhtred grinned. Eadric laughed.
“You have a point. I return to my holdings tomorrow, and I’ll see that my oath men are ready for whatever orders you have.”
Uhtred scooped up his helmet and headed towards the hill-top fortress. The training ground was in the second ward, so Uhtred had some distance to travel. Eadric followed. A dog trailed their heels, looking and hoping for food.

Upon their return to the fortress, Uhtred went to his room and bathed. The people of the Umberlands valued hygiene unlike many of their southern counterparts. As he stood from the tub, he wrung his hair out roughly, and walked across the sparse chamber to where his cloths hung. He dressed to the waist, before loudly calling for his wife Asa. “I need you to do my hair!” He was more than capable of doing his own hair, but as long as he had someone that could do it better, he would let them do it. A tall, elegantly clad, blond woman glided into the room a few minutes later. “Sorry it took me so long, Uhtred was being troublesome, lord.” Asa said, elegantly, referring to their young son. Everyone called him lord, with some exceptions, namely Eadric.
She gestured for him to sit, before braiding his long blond hair into a thick, and complicated braid. Then she braided his beard into three individual plaits. He stood, thanked her and finished dressing. He pulled on a finely embroidered tunic, and buckled on his swords, winter still lingered in the air here. Finally a thick wool cloak over all this, pinning it in place with a large silver broach, made to resemble a snarling wolf. He ensured his helmet and mail sat on the armor rack in the corner before sweeping out of the room, Asa following him closely.

In the hall below him, men feasted. At the high table, a few of the more powerful earls sat, honored guests of Uhtred. When Uhtred entered the hall, everyone stood to greet him, before taking their seats again. A servant brought Uhtred a platter heaped with food, as well as mead and tea. He ate silently, rye bread, lentils, roast beef, and white beans, before draining the mead and then the tea. When he finished eating, he leaned back in the heavily carved chair and looked on with no expression. Men continued eating and drinking. As the sun dipped that night, Uhtred bade Eadric and the three other visiting earls goodbye before he slept.

[The Starlight]

Dennis Thomsen
Agralia

The two lords of House Thomsen walked side by side, being brothers. Their wives were at their sides, chatting animatedly to each other, while a little boy played in the grass. The Thomsens walked beside the great Agran River which ran through Agralia. It was a temperate day, with the sun shining prettily, and the animals had crept out to welcome the sun and the dawn that it brought with it. Having reached a nice spot, Dennis threw down a cloth and they sat on it. All of the Thomsens were skilled artisans, Dennis both an artist and a musician, while his brother only played a instrument. Dennis smiled as his beautiful wife, Helena began to sing along to Dallen's music, and soon, Margaret, Dallen's own wife, joined in. Dennis' son, Bernard, made them all laugh as he danced around jubilantly to the tune. Dennis took a few steps back and started to capture the moment, taking out his easel and his paint, first brushing in the bigger things, before going into more and more details. He drew the smile on his wife's face and the handkerchief that she held in her right hand. He poured all of his love and passion into the drawing, and the bushy tails of the squirrels seemed to stand up taller and prouder, as the wavy grass seemed to sway in the music and the wind, while the Agran river, beside, continued its own melody, which was just as beautiful. Having finished, he sat back down with them and shared his painting with them all, before partaking of the delicious lunch that the ladies had had the cooks pack, with the bright fruit of Agralia, the bread of Lavandia encasing the meat.

After several hours of talking, singing, drawing and playing, they decided that it was time to head back to Olodia, as there were certain matters to attend to. Still, it had been nice to ignore the troubles of the world for that little time, instead experiencing peace and comfort. After packing all of their things, Dennis nimbly leaped onto his quick horse, Ren, lifting Bernard to ride with him.
"Race you back to Olodia!" he called to the others with a wide grin, before turning his horse and departing in a gallop. However, soon enough his brother pulled up beside him, yelling "See you there!" However, out of nowhere, Margaret and Helena appeared, galloping madly on their mounts, faces brought near manes and cloaks fluttering in the wind. Dennis actually stopped for a second, in amazement, before he recovered and continued however, the damage was done, seeing the two ladies racing away to the forest path. Sadly, he was ended up a distant fourth.
"I'll win next time!" he promised, before succumbing to joyous laughter, which proved to be contagious. "Oh, I've missed this." he said as he walked with Ren, giving his faithful steed a rest. They finally reached Olodia, a grand capital city, encircled by the bountiful trees of Agralia, with only several wide forest paths, with perfectly symmetrical trees paving the way. The horses' hooves clattered and clopped on the stone, and they walked to their house, on which the banner of House Thomsen, a silver tree with two brown squirrels circling around it, flapped proudly. After a bath and refreshment, they all, except Bernard, met in the councilroom, where they sat around a table with several council members. A large map of Mandragorgan lay in the center, as they talked of the current state of the kingdom.
"We have always been loyal to our liegelord, King Jon Torren. But I fear that splinter and strife will overwhelm Mandorgan, if he dies, especially if the the Lord of Edhennod seeks to press his "claim" on the kingdom." Dennis stated.
"But what can we do? Our armies are predominately defensive forces, not well suited for attack." replied Helena, who always sat in on these meetings with Margaret.
"The most we can do at this point is reaffirm our loyalty, and ask if there is anything we can do. Unless the the Lord of Edhennod directly tries something, none of the King's allies can do anything, and we ourselves are further from the Hearthlands than he. Perhaps either you or I should go, brother." said Dallen, speaking his piece.
"I think you are right, and I'll go, perhaps in a week, when everything is in order. But we cannot both go, as that would leave Agralia vulnerable." Dennis replied, as the council was dismissed. "I shall pen a letter and send it before me with a trusted emissary, secretly, of course."

To: Aeris Torren, Crown Princess and Queen Regent of Mandragoran
From: Dennis Thomsen, Lord of Agralia

We have heard of King Jon's illness and deeply sympathize with you, along with hoping and praying to the gods for his recovery. Though this may be unnecessary, we wish to reaffirm our loyalty and support: No matter what, Agralia and the Thomsens shall be with you. Please tell us if we can do anything to help. We fear for Mandragoran. Though this also is be unnecessary: Beware of the Lord of Edhennod. If there is anything I, Dallen or any of our House can do, please tell us. I can reach the Hearthlands in a couple of days, if need be, providing good weather.

Sealed and penned by my own hand,
Dennis Thomsen.

Dennis sent for one of his trusted emissaries, to whom he gave the letter and explicit instructions. He was to ride for the Hearthlands, secretly, not traveling by the main roads. Hopefully, Dennis thought to himself, this would help.

[Nuridia]

Aeris was about to get up and go to a council meeting with her husband after seeing King Jon when suddenly there was a flutter of wings at her window. Vanessa went to it and opened it, a raven flew in with a letter tied to its leg. The letter had Aeris' name on it and she started to read it, it was stamped with the seal of the ruling house of Agralia. The Thomsens had been among her father in law's most loyal bannermen during the battle for Mandragoran and were still firm friends and allies of the royal family. She sat down, read the letter and smiled. It felt good to know that the Torrens still had friends in these uncertain times. "What's it say Mother?" Vanessa asked, looking up from a stack of paperwork she was shuffling through. "It's from the Thomsens dear, they wish to affirm their loyalty to your grandfather's crown." Aeris answered, calling for parchment and drawing a feathered quill from her hair before writing out a letter to the Lords Thomsen.

To: Lord Dennis Thomsen, Lord of Lavandia
From: Aeris van Pels-Torren, Crown Princess and Queen Regent of Mandragoran

Dearest Lord Dennis, your letter comes at a good time to much rejoicing, like a gift from the gods. It is a relief and a great honor to know that we still have fast friends such as you and your brother Lord Dallen during difficult and uncertain times like these. Your family has stuck by the Torrens since the war began, and we have done the same for you and we have always helped each other. Your reaffirmation of loyalty is a welcome and accepted thing, although unnecessary because we know where your loyalties lie it is nonetheless a gesture appreciated. We thank you for your prayers for good King Jon's health, may they be answered in addition to our own. As for the Lord of Edhennod, you need not warn us to be weary my friends as the heretics who worship the new Twin Gods seem hell bent on using the man as a means to rock this kingdom to its knees.

Your offer of help is most generous, and all that we ask is that we can count on your aid in the war that is sure to come. The Crown will grant you anything you need to aid in this task of course, and as loyal friends you will be rewarded for your help. It will be good to have friends here with us to discuss a plan of what to do should Edhennod attack, we need to be one step ahead of our enemy always and have our plans covertly ready by the time the last snows melt. We will be holding a meeting with other loyal friends in our Hearthlands and it is greatly appreciated if you can make it, although I do not wish to take you from your family this is business. May Lady Helena Thomsen forgive me, I know how it feels as a wife and mother to have your husband away from you during battle for months at a time, my dearly departed mother in law had to go through the same while my husband was in her womb with his sister and I had to see Robert off while I was carrying our Vanessa. War is a nasty business but a necessary one. I am sorry that this letter is a long one but if you can travel to the Hearthlands, we will meet you with Crown emissaries when you arrive. Thank you and have a safe journey, may the gods watch over you and your family during these times.

Signed and penned,
Aeris Torren.

After the letter was written, Aeris folded it and stamped it with the Torren seal, after the raven had rested and had been given food and water Aeris attached the letter to the bird's leg and let it out of the window so it would reach Agralia quickly. Aeris also made a copy of the letter for her husband Robert, as King Regent he had to know about all the official letters that were sent and received in the court and while Robert was busy his wife would handle the paperwork for him. Aeris scratched her hair, wondering where her husband and son Hector were, she was missing them.

[The Starlight]

Dennis opened the window as the messenger raven cawed, tapping its beak on the glass. He quickly unrolled the response and quickly read the response from Aeris. It seemed that he indeed would be heading off to the Hearthlands. It would be good to visit again, even though it would be mostly business. All of a sudden, his broad shoulders slumped as he released he would have to leave his dear Margaret and Bernard. Margaret stepped in, seeing her husband slumped.
"Dear, what's wrong?" she asked concerned.
He sighed. "Read this."
When Margaret had finished reading she too sighed. "Oh well, you will have to go, Den, though I wish I could go with you." "Alas," said Dennis, capturing his wife's lips in a kiss as he stood up. "I'll have to make the preparations immediately. The raven appeared well rest, so he penned a quick response:

To: Aeris Torren, Crown Princess and Queen Regent of Mandragoran
From: Lord Dennis Thomsen

I shall be there and I look forward to seeing you, your family, and all our allies again. Helena forgives you, so do not worry on that account, as long as I am not gone for too long. I fear that if I do stay too long, she will come after me herself. I will travel secretly of course, by myself and will arrive in a few days, the gods willing. There will be no need to respond to this message, as I will be departing soon after I seal this.

Signed and penned by my own hand,
Dennis Thomsen.

With that, he rolled up the letter and tied it to its leg, before sending off the faithful raven. If it ever returned, he would have to remember to give it a reward for its good service.
Dennis quickly informed his brother, Margaret, the council, and little Bernard of his departure. Helena helped him to gird his exquisite green and silver plate armor,blazoned with the House emblem, along with his high riding boots, and his long great cloak. On his left went the scabbard of Vilvis, his longsword, and on his back went his personal shield. He packed other necessary things like money, his symbol and seal. On Ren's flank, his huge longbow and a bristling full quiver of arrows laid. Dennis was a formidable warrior, and he was sure to be prepared for anything. On Ren went a warm cloak to keep his steed warm. And off he went, after a final kiss from Helena, riding quietly out of the back of the city at night. And he rode for the Hearthlands, crossing the Agran River and continuing his way south.

[Tomia]

Hector Torren
Hector Torren, the crown Prince of Mandorgan was walking through the capital city of the kingdom with his cousin Nicholas. The two were in town visiting Hector's father and King Jon. "I love this place!" Nicholas explained happily. The blond Prince was an adventurer and and love the excitement of the capital city. It was certainly a bustling place, with many stores and interesting places. The 20 year old Prince loved when his family visited. Hector enjoyed the city as well, but was much less flashy than his cousin. He didn't really crave attention and tried to look as inconspicuous as possible. He tried not wear flashy or expensive armor, but it ddnt really help him keep a very low profile. Hector was seen as the perfect image of a Prince by many. He was tall and an excellent swordsman, many women even considered him the most handsome man inte entire kingdom. Hector had tan skin and and long and wavy brown hair. His eyes were a gentle hazel and he had a very nice smile. Hector though was very humble, and didn't like the attention and pressure that was put on him. The kingdom, especially his father, had very high expectations of him. They were sure the future would be bright because one day Hector would be king. Hector felt like he could never just be himself. The people of the city were always very aware when Hector would visit, and crowds would often follow him around.
Robert Torren
Crown Prince Regent Robert Torren had spent his morning in meetings with his advisors before going to speak with his father the King. Jon Torren had grown quite weak recently, but no one could explain why. Robert often visited the king though to seek his advice. He was affectively running the kingdom however he refused to take the title of king while his father still lived. Once left his father's room he went to check on his wife. He was worried about her as she had isolated herself in her study for nearly a week and Robert had barely seen her. When he arrived he knocked on the door, hoping she would answer. "Aeris? Are you in there?" He called through the door.

[Masimino]

Lord Balen goes to the balcony of Castle Snow, watching his men train for war. "I didn't want this, he's my brother, my blood". Balor, his cousin and adviser, looked at his blood with a sad face. Balor then went to Balen. Balor was 21, a small beard was growing, broad shoulders, big chested and a bit chubby. He liked talking and gambling, but he's a family man, a man that would never kill his own blood. Except for that bastard that killed his uncle and made Balen distant and angry.


Balen then went inside, a man of 17, he was bigger that his cousin, he the power of an ox, he could lift a broadsword with one hand and carry an axe with his other. He was the definition of power, strength, loyalty and among others. But he was flawed, he had a temper, he took everything seriously. Almost never smiling and no sense of humor at all. He was loving, angry and sad. He had a beard, a scar on his right face from the massacre. He would keep his medallion close by for luck.

Balen then went down the castle, to his courtyard with his men and taught them new tactics and corrected their mistakes. Battle was one of his hobbies, be it training or to the death. His soldiers knew that, his cousin knew it, even his mother knew it. After an hour or so, he went to his horse, Autumn, a white stag with his own strength. He gathered a few men at arms and went around with them, gathering volunteers and looking for any knowledge of the bastard.

After a long night, he went back home and slept, slept and thought about his brother. The bastard will die, die by his own hands and no one else's.

[Nuridia]

In Lavandia, the breadbasket of the continent, Princess Drusilla Torren sat with her great-cousin Ismene in Minerva Castle that had used to belong to Drusilla's mother Chloe. The middle-aged Princess had become ruler of the province on her mother the Queen's death, and the swaying crops of thick golden wheat outside made her miss the times she would come here as a family with her parents and siblings and then when Drew got older she would bring her own children Nicholas and Tatiana there. Princess Drew had wanted to be there with her family, especially to see her grandchildren by Tatiana again but running this province was what she had to do. For a woman in her fifties Drusilla still looked very good, although her dark hair was streaked with silver now. She had to stay behind for now to handle some provincial affairs but once she was free she would go straight and visit her father Jon and her children Nicholas and Tatiana again. With all the threats looming over the horizon however it seemed the Princess would be busy for a while.

Meanwhile in Mandorgan, Aeris had stored the extra copy of the letter she had written to Dennis and filed it away in the box where she kept all the other important paperwork in, organized neatly by alphabetical order and color coding. Aeris was dressed unusually, she wore a black and white gown with a black bodice and some of it was patterned with harlequin diamonds that matched her stockings and she also wore black and white jewelry. This way of dressing, combined with her knack for strategy that has helped the Torrens win many battles earned her the nickname the Chess Queen by the people, although she wasn't queen yet and she was fine with that because her father in law still lived and so he was king. They called her the Chess Queen because she always thought of battle plans like moves on a chessboard, Aeris' royal colors were black and white and her knights could be seen wearing that livery. As Tatiana played with her children, she heard a knock at the door and looked out of the peephole, she smiled. "Uncle Robert's back." "I wonder if Hector and Hector and Nicky are here!" the princess said excitedly, opening the door to let her uncle in but frowned a little when she saw her mother, little brother and cousin were not there. Aeris got up at the news and turned around a bit shocked, she had not seen Robert or her son Hector all day. Aeris turned to Robert, she looked beautiful but very tired with piles of books and scrolls on her desk not even managing to speak at the time. But she did manage a tired smile, she missed Robert very much. Vanessa heard another ruffle of feathers and opens the window to let another raven in.

Olivia Manox
After a long, hard and exhausting morning of rehearsals it was time for the dancing troupe to be on the move again. Olivia and the other dancers had shed their outfits and makeup and so were wearing regular dresses and hairstyles, carefully clearing their campsite as always to leave no traces and hopping back in the wagons. As the horses and carts moved again, Olivia couldn't help but look out of the window and wonder how the future was going to be in the rise of all this brewing war that threatened to consume their kingdom. She thought about her parents, the Torrens, her brother Henry. How would they fare?

[Tomia]

When the door opened Robert saw Aeris standing at he desk. Her beauty never ceased to amazing him but what was even more impressive about her was her mind. His wife was probably Robert's most intelligent advisor and Robert often came to her for advice about ruling. It was a relief to him that she could lessen his burden but sometimes he worried that she did too much. He saw very tired she was and walked to her, taking her hand. "It is a relief to see you again my love, I've missed you. You should take a break my princess, tere is only do much research you can do. A good rest and a hot meal will make you feel much better, and we could spend some time together. Its been quite lonely without you."

[Masimino]

Balen woke up to the sound of his cousin coming through the door and shouting "Balen! Wake up! That bastard is outside! He wants a fight cousin, an honorable one by the looks of it". Balen looked outside to see if it was true, and it was. Balen went to the army to get his axe and armor. He then went to his mother, who was sleeping. She was old, gray hair, visible wrinkles and prone to anger ever since the killing of her sons and husband. She woke up just before Balen was near the door. Katherine looked at her son. She was proud, happy and most of all at peace when she closed her eyes forever, with the thought that her son would kill the murderer, the bastard.

Balen thought his mother was sleeping when she went back to bed. So he left quietly, not knowing that his mother is with her husband. He then went to the courtyard, with no fear at all. He went to his soldiers and had a short toast with Peter, Balor and the men. He was finally going to have his revenge. Finally.


He went outside to the sight of his brother with a few bandits at his side. He was short, thin but agile and fast. He didn't have stregth though, so this was his advantage. That bastard with the name Nathan went up with a smile. He had leather armor and a shield and short sword with him. "Hello brother! How's mother? Father? And of course our brothers?" Saying with a smirk. Balen immediately charged at him, disregarding the traditions that were needed before battle. He threw him to the ground with a force. His men tried to help but the monster was too strong. He grabbed his axe, and swung it down. Nathan dodged, he was glad, he pulled the sword out along with the shield. He made a stance, a funny one that looked like he was going to run away. He did when Balen swung the axe again. Nate made insults, one after another, to the rage of Balen. Balen finally grabbed him with one hand. Nate begged for mercy while a bandit struck him from behind with a club. He didn't flinch at all and the bandit was surprised and scared to see the beast turning and looking at him. He ran with his mates to the wild while Peter and a few men went after them.


Balen looked back at Nate, who was squirming, and finally said "goodbye Nate." He dragged Nate to the end of the cliff, with the waves clashing vioently with the rocks. Nate begged for mercy, cried for it. Balen looked like he was going to accept his pleas when instead he threw him off, smiling while doing. He saw Nate clash with the water and the rocks. Nate was struggling when finally the waves took him into a rock. Head first.

It was finish. He was happy. Then went back to the castle and said to Balor to send diplomats to his neighbors, asking for their daughters hand in marriage if possible. He went back to sleep. His heart finally resting.


OOC: to anyone at all who is interested in an alliance with marriage please reply back. Thanks!

[Nuridia]

When the door opened Robert saw Aeris standing at he desk. Her beauty never ceased to amazing him but what was even more impressive about her was her mind. His wife was probably Robert's most intelligent advisor and Robert often came to her for advice about ruling. It was a relief to him that she could lessen his burden but sometimes he worried that she did too much. He saw very tired she was and walked to her, taking her hand. "It is a relief to see you again my love, I've missed you. You should take a break my princess, tere is only do much research you can do. A good rest and a hot meal will make you feel much better, and we could spend some time together. Its been quite lonely without you."

Aeris threw her arms around Robert and kissed him when he came to her. She loved her husband very much, he treated her as an intellectual equal instead of just a wife. Aeris then pulled away and touched Robert's face, smiling at him. "I've missed you as well my love, I was just on my way to see his majesty and then attend another council meeting." It had been nearly a week since they spent any time together or even shared a bed, so devoted had Aeris become in finding a cure for Jon. "Spending time together sounds nice, but I can't rest." "War is upon us, the King is still ill and time waits for no man so neither can I." "Anyway, is our son with you?" "How is my dear Hector?" the silver haired woman said, still in her husband's embrace. She may've let herself be called Queen Regent unlike her husband, but that was only because there was no queen anymore even there was still a king. She was still Robert's princess, at least while her father in law lived and he hadn't shown any qualms about her using the title for official business. When not in formal use, she referred to herself as the Crown Princess Regent. She missed Queen Chloe, her mother in law was always kind to her and she knew Robert missed his mother as well. "Father!" Vanessa said, going over to greet Prince Robert. Except for her golden hair and amber eyes that were so much like her grandmother's, Vanessa resembled her mother Aeris.

[Tomia]

Robert was slightly surprised but pleased by his wife's embrace. He kissed her back and when she pulled away he smiled at her. He frowned however when she said she wouldn't rest. "Aeris, you need sleep. You are human after all. Father is resting for now, he doesn't seem I be in imment danger. I love how hard you are working to help him, but you need to care for yourself as well. As for Lord Vhalen, our generals are already preparing for a possible rebellion, we will stop that man if he tries anything. You need your rest if you're going to help us get through these times. I care about you too much to see you harmed." Robert told her, his concern evident. "Hector is doing well dear, though he is concerned about you. He and Nicholas went out to the capital to explore a little." Robert then smiled when his daughter Vanessa greeted him and slowly pulled away from Aeris before giving his daughter a warm hug in greeting.

[Yuzhou]

Hayvin Zaptan
Rainbow Peak
Steirphos

Hayvin swooped in next to the construction crew on his large brown charger. He quickly scanned the crowd for someone in particular. By the time he caught her, she was already shoving her way toward him. She was of medium build, skinny, and certainly not muscular. Her silky brown hair was tied into a pony tail, with her bangs parted to the side of her head. The expression on her soot covered face was one of pure nervousness. Hayvin simply motioned with his hand for her to follow, and with that he speed through the open gates towards the keep.

Upon reaching the large set of staircases that lead into the mountain, he dismounted and tied his horse to a small post near the base. Thieft was not something one had to worry much about in Rainbow Peak, still, he accepted that if the horse was stolen, it would be on him. He slowly made his way up the steps, age showing what little bit of wear it had taken on the iron willed man.Reaching the top, he took a moment to catch his breath. He noticed that the huge iron studded wooden doors to the inside of the mountain where beginning to illuminate. He turned and gazed towards the sky, knowing all to well what this signified. Rays of sunlight broke through the cloudfall, causing a reddish glow to fall upon the city. Sunlight was a symbol of great luck, considering how rare it is in the province.

He stammered inside through the doors, entering both the official castle and the mountain. He peered up to see rows of steep stairways twirling towards a point. He smiled, as the great engineers of Steirphos had overcome these ancient ascent ways generations before. He walked into the iron cage, and pulled the lever. Suddenly, the cage started lifting upwards, with a rhythm that caught the curiosity. Finally after a steady trip, he stepped off and headed straight into the "Lord's Watch", the large half circle all-in-one room with an edge open to the cliffside. The floor was neatly carved, soft and flat. The roof was done the same way, hanging rather low. Inside sat two tables, one with multiple chairs and maps strewn all over it. The other was a desk, equally chalked with papers. He grabbed a single note off the desk and walked over to the open side, peering out over the town before he even considered what was on the parchment.

The glassless window that was the open side was rather impressive and stunning. It gave the lord a full view of the city and of the surrounding country side. It held large wooden pannels overlapping each other on a track at each side. When the rain poured northwards, the night too cold for the window to be open {Such a night is rarely found for a Steirphosi}, or the wind threatened the inside of the room, the inhabitants can twist a knob on the right side and have the pannels close up the side. Hayvin had, when he was younger, contemplated jumping from the window. After all, it would certainly kill, and his own grandfather had done it to end his own life. Such notions made Hayvin nervous around the open side when he was young, but with age came the enjoyment of it's viewing beauty.

He heard the cranking of the iron cage. The woman that he had command to follow him had arrived at the watch. She appeared strikingly young, especially if one could look past the soot and dust to notice her softer features. She pulled a seat from the meeting table and sat down, awaiting nervously for the coming conversation. Hayvin did not turn to her, but began the long awaited spark of speech.
"Kayva, why did your crew snap a rope when transporting the bastion stone towards the top?"

"Well....I thought we had it under control, than someone tried to hoist the thing up too fast." she shrugged while rubbing the back of her neck

"I'm not understanding why I had you train in engineer school just so your subordinates can break more than they create" He said, with a scolding and almost questioning tone.
"No matter, this letter right here is from our neighbors to the west. Lord Winter-wolf is looking for a bride. He is only a year younger than you, and obviously two times as foolish." He turned to her, glaring into her rich brown eyes

"You are my only child, my sole heir, and to think I would bride you and Steirphos away to some Winter-wolf pup and that damned province of Nocturnal is sheer madness. Unless...of course, you end up sealing Nocturnal under the reigns of Steirphos instead. There is always this window to trash unhappy marriages out of later." He stepped over to his desk, lighting a candle as the air darkened with nightfall

"In anycase, a storm is approaching." he paced over to her

"Spring is coming then" she replied to him in her soft, almost naturally enthusiastic voice

"Indeed, and that means trouble will brew. Winter kept the fighting at bay, but now, with the king still ill, I can only imagine what will happen in the coming days." he was now stroking his moustache like he so often did

"and what do you have in mind for our province of tinkerers?" she questioned

"Play BOTH sides. I will wait, and see if I get summoned south....by either side. Hopefully, I can root out the future winners, though our neighbors may keep us at bay, and force us onto a side. If I do get summoned, you are coming with me....maybe to even represent me at one of the summons. Uncle Bogdan {Who is not an actual uncle} will rule in our stead...much like he has done in the past." he stated, as he sat down and propped his legs up onto the meeting table, riding boots shaking dust onto a map.

"I have never been outside of the province before....how exciting!" Kava exclaimed, as she stood up and wondered off into her own thoughts.

"Yes..for now, we wait and see." Hayvin gave a nod, before letting out a large yawn.

[Masimino]

To all the great houses of the land.
I am Lord Balen Winter-Wolf, Lord of Nocturnal and Castle Snow. And I am here with a proposal.

In my recent endeavors, my father was killed, brothers betrayed and family members lost to a Bastard named Nathan. I have taken care of him and now free for the problems of the common people that,EVERYDAY, have come to me to solve it, but as the person that I am, I temporary focused on my heart's desire. Now, my desire is to find a wife, a wife of my age or close to it. Lord Winter-Wolf humbly asks for your daughter's hand in marriage. If you wish, we could meet, both the parent and daughter, so we could get to know each other. As such, we hope to get a reply soon.

Thank you
Lord Balen Winter-Wolf

[The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness]

Savator Vhalen, the Hawk of the East, Chosen of the Twin Gods

The finger pointed to an open spot on the map. "Here." The men around the table nodded in agreement. "Should the heathens deem to attack us, we shall force them to do battle here. The hills will work in our favor, while any retreating army will have to get through the swamp, which'll make it nigh-on impossible to do so without heavy casualties. Furthermore, they'll lack in supplies - I'd like to see a supply train that is able to get through a swamp unhindered. Nemekai, how goes the mobilisation?"

A large, muscled man with unkempt black hair stood up, before answering his brother. "As expected. Riders have brought word to all of the Province's riders. The minor lords of Edhennod are raising their troops. They will all assemble near Strongbourne, as per your orders."

"Very well, then. Thank you, brother." Savator spoke. "Can anyone bring me paper and a quill?" One of the servants bowed and nodded, and quickly left the room, before returning after a short while with the Lord of Strongbourne's request. The boy lay the paper and quill in front of the man, and put a pot of ink beside it, before giving another bow and turning back to his original position. Savator gave the boy a nod, and sat down, dipping the quill in the pot of ink, and he began writing.

To the Crown Prince-Regent Robert Torren and his beloved wife, Queen Regent Aeris Torren,

Hereby I, Savator of the House Vhalen, Lord of Edhennod and the Brigand Hills, petition you for your support. I have no doubts that you both are very busy in these dark, godless days, especially with the illness that has struck our beloved King Torren, but nevertheless, I must ask you for your help. I recognize that the relations between my province and the royal family have had far better days, although I am sure this will change some day soon.

The winter has been harsh in Edhennod - although there was little to no snowfall, the nights were cold, and moist, and have caused many of the grain in our stockpiles to rot. Now, come spring, our warehouses are empty, and I fear hunger may run free through our lands.

He stopped for a moment, there. That wasn't very true, although the Torrens would have no way of telling so - it was not as if there was much news coming from the province, anyways, no matter the circumstances. With a nod, he continued.

I dread to think what my, nay, our people may do, were they bereft of food. The tales of corpse-eaters are gruesome, and I shudder at the mere thought of these stories getting turned into truths once more.

Alas, that is not all of the problems that I currently have to deal with. For the past few weeks, bandits have terrorised the fair people of Edhennod, coming from the haunted and dreaded Brigand Hills, where they have taken shelter. I have, naturally, implored the lords of the land to rally their troops and to defend their people, but it is taking too long, and the bandits frolic. I have personally attempted to get rid of this filth, but they keep on coming - how and why, I do not know. I fear for what they will do, and thus, I ask you to send your troops to the Province, and into the Brigand Hills. I shall rally what I can of my own forces, and would meet you there. I am sure that together, we can overcome these troubles and that these problems may lead to a better relation between us again.

Written and sealed by Savator Vhalen in these direst of times.


That much was true. He had indeed written this himself and was about to seal it. He dripped red wax on the rolled up paper, and put his seal on it, the sign of House Vhalen, before giving another nod. "Send this letter to the Capital. Use the fastest raven!"

[Der Kaiser Mikey III]

Provence of Sturmingia
Lord Cerebrul Mulciber

The Lord of Sturmingia looked out upon the ash cloud that hung over the volcanic land, admiring the beautiful crimson sun that was barely visible through the constant hail of dusky gray. Turning his gaze to the cherry trees that ringed the massive gardens below, he smiled softly before turning to his brother Vulcan, who in full plate, leered down at the young man upon the floor. Bloodied and broken, the man seemed to be dead until he coughed up a spray of blood.

"Ah, it seems our friend is now awake." Cerebrul softly spoke, resting his hand upon the blue diamond hilt of Tyrant. "Perhaps he now has some things to say to us, dear brother."

"Aye, however he may not have another interrogation in his bones, Milord." Vulcan grunted. His breath reeked of ale, and he stood with a slight gait to the left-he was undoubtedly piss drunk.

"Send him to Drusilla, our darling sister may be able to illicit some information. Her methods are..." He paused to think. "Less drastic than yours. Also, rally the Justicars-I'll want my men ready to ride at the shortest notice." He scribbled on a slip of parchment, before using his ring to seal it. "Take this to the Dockmaster, we'll need barges to ferry us to the mainland. You and Drusilla will rule in my place..." He handed the note to Vulcan, who stumbled forward to take it, before stuffing it into his belt. Kneeling down and somehow managing to not fall, he slung the prisoner over his shoulder, then took his leave.

Eyeing the blood pool with distaste, Cerebrul stared at it down his hawk nose, before returning his gaze to the gardens below. Smiling once more, he began to recite an ancient poem about the mountains, breathing in the ash choked air whilst pouring a glass of laudanum to call his nerves. The excitement of the King's illness was getting the better of him. After finishing his glass, the man moved into his study, and once more took the pen from the ink well at his mahogany desk.

To his Lordship Savator Vhalen,

It is upon this day that I reach out to you in friendship, as we are both men of the Eastern Realms. I write to offer you my support and friendship upon the Kings utter lack of order. I wish to restore my House's standing in the Kingdom, and to return the much needed unity of old. I have commited 10,000 men to the cause, and await instructions from you,

Signed Cerebrul Mulciber, Viceroy of Xarrantis, Prince Ruler of Sturmingia, Tsar of the Black Isles, Lord Protector of the Mountain

Moving to the massive cage in the corner, he slipped on a large glove before choosing the proper Falcon from within. Strapping the missive, which he'd signed and sealed, to the Falcon's leg, he returned to the window and released it with a flourish, watching as the bird turned to a speck on the horizon, then nothing. Pouring a glass of vodka this time, he took a seat in a lounging chair and began to puff his pipe of opium, tobacco, and cannabis.

[Nuridia]

Aeris watched as Vanessa hugged her father and read off the newest letter from Lord Thomsen. He was on his way to the Hearthlands and it said there was no need to reply. "Lord Thomsen is on his way to the Hearthlands to meet with us, he has been a trusted friend and ally for many years." Aeris told Robert when another raven flew in through the already open window and Aeris intercepted the letter, frowning immediately when she saw the seal on the letter. "Lord Thomsen warned me not to trust the Lord of Edhennod, everybody knows he's the Chosen of the heathens to take the throne from our family." Aeris read off the newest letter and immediately crumpled it in her fist, generating a red flame in the palm of her hand that burned the letter to ashes. "It's a trick, he wants to ambush us Robert." "There is no such attack in those Hills, if there were our watchers would've heard and reported back to us."Send our troops indeed, biggest crock of shit I ever heard!" Aeris swore. She was no fool, she knew the man was a liar.

[Tomia]

Robert nodded to Aeris when she said that Lord Thomsen was coming to visit them in the capital. "Good, I am glad. Lord Thomsen has always been a friend to our family." He then listened to her read another letter. It seemed that Lord Vhalen was requesting the crown's help to deal with a bandit attack. Robert had not heard of any bandit attack and didn't very much trust Vhalen, but he still had a duty to help his citizens. He was surprised when his wife brined the letter and swore. "Well, I don't trust him anymore than you do my princess, but we still need to investigate these claims. I'll write lord Vhalen, telling him I will send a small number of knights to investigate the problem, to see what kind of action the crown should take. That way we won't fall into any traps and Savator won't be able to blame me for inaction." He told his wife thinking that was a fair compromise. Lord Vhalen would most likely lose trust with other nobles if he hated guests who visited him in good faith.

[Nuridia]

"Truth, I think it is folly." "But the future king can't be seen as uncaring, I wouldn't send more than twenty knights just to investigate this so called attack." "And then we'll prove the bastard was lying all along, it is too risky to send any important troops." "I will be riding for the Hearthlands tonight with my retinue to meet with Lord Thomsen, the capital needs you here so I will be going alone." "It's safer that way, if anything happens they won't get both of us." Aeris said, letting down her hair and telling her husband of her plans.

[Tomia]

"I understand your skepticism Aeris, but know that I don't trust him either. I will find a dozen soldiers fit to ride. I'll have them report back to me on what they find." He then frowned when she said she would be leaving the city and that she wanted to go alone. Robert was a little worried, but it wasn't a long ride and he would make sure she was very well protected. Besides, the heartlands was well guarded and protected by the royal army. "Very well, I won't stop you if that is your wish princess." He told her, though he isn't seem very enthusiastic about it. She would no doubt be gone for less than a day, but he felt like stress was getting to his wife, making her a little cold and distant.

[New Roman Empire]

Lord Protector Tiberius Eldan
Captain of the Royal Guard
Mandorgan

Tiberius had been busy with paper work and such as keeping accurate reports on all military movements and posting the new guard roster and their duties for the week. He had been in his position for three years now and he had become one of the few last remaining Eldan family members. Him and his four siblings were all that remained his two sisters were about to get married and his brothers well they died in a skirmish the month before. Tiberius was the head of the family and he was the last one that would be able to carry on the Eldan family name. As all knew Eldans were a deep military family running all the way back for hundreds of years. His armor clinked against the floor as he walked towards Prince Robert's wife study where several guards pointed towards when he asked where Robert was. But other than that, the day had been fine and Tiberius had planned to look at all the noble single ladies that hadn't been given a husband yet. But that would have to come after duty and with Permission of Robert to take the time off for him to do so. But Tiberius knew that he had to ensure that he had an heir or the family name would end with him. Tiberius had just arrived at the door and noticed it was open stopped and didn't look in. "Prince Robert, I have the latest records of military reports and I have come to ask for permission of a task that I must see to," Informed Tiberius.

[Nuridia]

"Thank you for supporting me on this love." "And I'm sorry if you think that I've been distant lately, but with the king ill and everybody worrying about, I've been pretty exhausted." "Maybe when I come from the Hearthlands I could visit your chambers dearest?" she asked her husband with a coy smile when all of a sudden there was a knock at the door. Tatiana opened it to reveal Tiberius, the Captain of the Royal Guard. Princess Vanessa looked at this newcomer, she was the only young noblewoman of the Torren line who was still unmarried. Even her younger cousin Tatiana had married before her. Aeris then heard the guardsman speak to her husband and look through the open door. "Lord Eldan, you have arrived." Aeris said a bit tiredly, yawning behind her hand.