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by Taledonia » Tue Mar 20, 2018 12:22 pm
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by Camelone » Thu Apr 05, 2018 7:42 pm
Taledonia wrote:"Margrave Sigismund?"
The rider was a vision of Taledonia's future. He did not wear shining plate, but his hessian boots shone just as brightly. Gone was the arming sword, replaced with a cavalry sabre whose gilded hilt hung by a black leather belt set against the fine grey of his officers tunic; gold buttons joined by gold lace that ran across his breast. His dark hair, pomaded to a lustrous sheen, played host to a grey bicorn edged with blue piping and worn fore-and-aft. His companions, equally well dressed but whose mounts were not the equal of the fine brown beast their leader rode, pulled up a small distance behind, while their commander rode forward at an easy trot to sweep off his hat in a salute.
"How do you do, Sir? My name is Captain Wulthrum Brampton, of His Majesty's Royal Household Guard. I have the honour to welcome you to the capital. May I escort you and your men, my lord?"
by Taledonia » Fri Apr 06, 2018 12:09 pm
by A m e n r i a » Fri Apr 06, 2018 6:52 pm
by Camelone » Fri Apr 06, 2018 8:41 pm
Taledonia wrote:Ælraed Ballantyne knew that the Margrave Sigismund was a man of action, not words. It had been a calculated effort, having him shown into the city with as much fanfare as was decent without making a farce(no trumpets or flower petals, but soldiers had lined the main streets leading from the city's gates to the palace), and further delaying him by arranging for a formal reception within the atrium. The whole affair had taken hours from when Brampton, that useful man, had collected the Camelonian lord outside the city. And here he was, finally, holding the door not to the throne room, but to the small office Ballantyne used for official matters of state, and announcing with a fine, powerful voice that he had the honour to present Margrave Sigismund of Darini. The look of anger and annoyance was almost too much to bear, and it took all of Ælraed's fortitude not to show the slightest trace of the joy it caused him.
"Margrave Sigismund," he said, rising from his small desk to take the few steps between them and offer his hand. "I must apologize profusely, but His Majesty has been taken ill. It is an unfortunate matter, but what can we mortals do when age strikes? My name is Ballantyne, Admiral of the Royal Navy and recently appointed Lord Protector of the Realm. Troubling times we find ourselves in, troubling, but I hope I can adequately fulfill my obligations to my king, long may He reign."
Pulling a chair for his guest, he moved to a small square table upon which sat a decanter. "Brandy, sir? Or perhaps some sherry? I must apologize for the conditions of our meeting, but space is short in times of war, and if your guards are to remain they must necessarily squeeze in tight. Brampton, be a fellow and take whichever of these men the Margrave can spare to the kitchens; I'm sure some cheese, meat and ale will go a long ways to restoring them after their journey."
He poured the drinks, offered the glass to Sigismund, moved to resume his seat, but remained standing until those that were staying did the best they could to fit into the office, while the rest trudged off and Brampton closed the door softly. "I give you good health and prosperity!" Ælraed toasted before taking a fair gulp of his brandy. "If it is proper, my Lord, I should like to present you with a small token of my esteem." Reaching into a drawer of his desk, Ælraed produced a small wooden box, which he handed to the Margrave. He took another sip of his drink, and decided that it tasted almost as good as the look on Sigismund's face. Almost. And the menace that came when the Margrave's escort sensed his discomfort and gripped their weapons was just that much tastier. "I believe you recognize the cross? It belongs to your sister. A gift, if I'm not mistaken, that you presented her with upon her wedding day, that she not forget her faith in this pagan land. A lovely piece, too; she was most unwilling to give it up. But my men had orders, and they insisted."
He took a moment to let the words sink in. "Do not despair, my Lord, your sister is completely unharmed and in good health. My sailors were able to take Stormhold relatively easily, and with little bloodshed; the castle's garrison being so reduced by their Lord off in rebellion against the Crown. A rebellion that, if I may be so bold, you are here to assist. A travesty, I should say, as it was always the understanding that our two great nations were on good terms."
Ælraed wondered if the Margrave was thinking of the soldiers he had passed on his way through the capital in a new, more menacing light, as if a threat rather than a welcome. Surely it must have crossed his mind. And now, separated from the majority of his guard by necessity(the size of room was a prime reason for Ballantyne's choice in location), he was in a foreign citadel being accused of conspiracy and hostility. Would he lunge across the table? Ælraed was alone in the room, and the Margrave and his remaining guard could easily kill him, particularly as he had no weapons at hand. Finishing his brandy in one last drink, he placed his glass on the desk and sat back in his chair.
"The next move is yours, Margrave. But know that your honour, your sister and, most importantly, your faith, hinges on what you decide here today."
by Taledonia » Mon Apr 09, 2018 8:48 am
by Camelone » Mon Apr 09, 2018 10:02 am
Taledonia wrote:Ballantyne did not take his eyes off those of Sigismund, even as the steel of the blade was brought menacingly close. Rather, he gave a sympathetic smile as the Camelonians searched in vain for any hidden threats. They were completely alone with the Lord Protector, as he had intended. When things had settled, as much as could be said to have settled in such a situation, Ælraed replied to the Margrave in a tone of pure calm and unconcern.
"So much for love thy neighbour, but then you Camelonians have always picked which parts of your sacred texts to follow and which to ignore. But I digress. Let me assure you, Margrave, your sister is perfectly safe, and I have every intention of sending her safely to you in Camelone itself. I have a proposition for you, Margrave, one that will satisfy everyone, I believe. Really, there's no need for all this talk of death and war, and certainly not of crusade. Again, is it not your god whom espouses peace and kindness?"
The Camelonian lord did not seem impressed, but only further enraged. A touchy people, thought Ælraed, who are prepared to take offense at everything. He fully believed that Sigismund was prepared to give his life for his honour, and that simply would not do. He needed Sigismund alive if his plans were to come to fruition. But how best to convince this man? The plan to get him riled up had been a thorough success. And now, with emotions running high, it was time to appeal to the right side of the noble.
"You speak of cowardice, my lord, yet it would be the greatest cowardice not to listen to what I say now, for it is of a future. A future for both of us, in which we are both championed as heroes. You speak of honour, which I know you have in abundance. I know you have pledged your support to the Taledonian lords currently in rebellion, and it would be insulting of me to ask you to betray that; nor will I, for it would be a futile attempt. And you speak of family, and the bonds that tie you to my country.
Will you show courage, my Lord Sigismund, and listen to what I propose? Will you keep the reputation of Camelone intact and maintain the peace in this, a diplomatic mission, and not tarnish your honour by becoming known as a common assassin? And will you not listen, for the sake of family?"
Ælraed finally looked at the blade that was poised to strike at him, and spreading his hands wide, he returned his gaze to Sigismund. "Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy."
by Taledonia » Mon Apr 09, 2018 10:47 am
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by Taledonia » Tue Apr 10, 2018 7:13 am
A m e n r i a wrote:The scent of smoked meat and tea lingered in the air. The sound of birds chirping in the morning accompanied the rustle of leaves in the cool wind. The peranakan sat by Cathbad and tried to calm himself down by drinking some tea and eating the breakfast his host offered him.
The light of the rising sun illuminated the camp, Dwipantaran soldiers waking up one by one. They drowzily joined the duo, taking some meat themselves.
"Yes..she was...topless. Do you know her? She said something about an amber." The young peranakan started to gain composure. His captain merely chuckled at Cathbad's last sentence, whereas others were still too sleepy to react.
"She called me a fool. She threw my pants and my gun into the water. What is wrong with her? What is wrong with me? She did all those but I'm still curious about her.." the young Dwipantaran continued, still a bit shaken.
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by Camelone » Thu Apr 19, 2018 7:31 am
Taledonia wrote:With a nod of respect in the direction of Sir Ninian, Ælraed turned back to Margrave Sigismund.
"I will be blunt, Margrave, for I believe now is the time to be quick with words. This is what I propose: You will accept the hospitality of the Crown for the night, and garrison yourself and your men in a quaint but comfortable inn not far from the city gates. At precisely three o'clock in the morning, you will receive an armed escort, who will deliver to you the Lord Galloway, currently a prisoner in the Temple prison. Under cover of night, you will take Lord Galloway back to Camelone, and there you will hold him as a guest(or prisoner, your choice), until the rebellion is dealt with. Which I can assure you, Margrave, it will be dealt with very soon. Once Lord Galloway is safely installed in Darini, then I shall have your sister transported, in comfort, to join you there. This is not a betrayal of your cause, my Lord, but quite the opposite. You were sent here to rescue Galloway, do not deny it, for I have agents everywhere. You will be fulfilling this oath. Further, you will be assisting the rebellion by keeping Galloway out of it. I will not get into the politics of our realm, but the rebels are being foolish, and only hurting themselves. His Majesty the King is dying, without an heir. There is no threat to their rights, as there will be no central authority to strip them away.
"This is what I require of you, and I do not expect you to do it out of Christian charity. If you will consent to this, then not only would you be saving lives, a noble goal for any religious man, but I will offer the Church much more influence than it could ever have otherwise. Even were you to crusade, and win, Christianity would only be reviled as a false truth, and its adherents barbarous invaders. Instead, I will build a glorious cathedral here in Taledon, and I will gift it to the Camelonean church. From here, you will be able to spread the Word of God to thousands. You may appoint whatever cardinals or bishops you see fit, and they may preach until they run out of water for baptism."
Taking a handkerchief of pure white cotton from his coat, Ælraed dabbed lightly at the blood that was dripping from where Sigismund had poked him. It had been some time since he had last seen his own blood, and he was somewhat shocked to see it was still so red, so...human. "Think of it, Margrave. Not only would you accomplish your mission here, but you would be celebrated as a hero. You will have saved countless lives and avoided unnecessary suffering. Further, you will be the catalyst for the rapid expansion of Christianity within Taledonia, something I believe your faith offers sainthood for, though I could be wrong. And all I ask is that you take one noble and keep him in Camelone."
by Taledonia » Thu Apr 19, 2018 3:14 pm
A m e n r i a wrote:The Peranakan had a surprised look in his face, but he was not fazed enough to be shocked. "O-oh, me? What do you suggest I do?"
Captain Yudha would have little problems with stealth. Though large, his mount has striped which would help her blend with tall grass, and her paws are soft enough to allow her to walk unnoticed.
Camelone wrote:"God determines Saints sir not men." Sigismund said as his mind jumped to opportunities, no it wasn't sainthood that peaked his interest but it was instead the fact about no explicit heir for the Taledonian throne. Now there was two possibilities that could arise from this one was that Taledonia would fall into a larger civil war as the noble families fight among themselves for the crown, something that the rebelling nobles should prepare themselves for instead of fighting a unified Royalist faction. The second possibility that banged around Sigismund's mind was the potential for a republic or Ælraed's rule, already Ælraed was the Lord Protector and when the king dies with no heir he would certainly be in control but he was the unknown variable he could be a republican or a ruler. Though if anything dangerous was to arise Sigismund didn't doubt that the Kings would unify to put down any upstarts, some new land for himself would surely follow and the guarantee of his families increase power, wealth, and prestige.
"You have yourself a deal. No-" As Sigismund was putting his weapon away he heard a scuffle behind him and when he turned around the sight that greeted him was the barrel of a pistol and a dead guard on the ground. The other living guards, except for Sir Ninian who had his hands up, have also aimed their pistols at the trio. "Sir Galan what is the meaning of this?" Sigismund demanded of the knight who is pointing his pistol at him.
"Duke Fechin's orders sir, he has promised us substantial sums of money and land to make sure this war keeps on going. The Duke has had repeated dreams of the threat of Taledonia would become to Camelone if they are unified again, no to guarantee the safety of Camelone this land must be devastated by war and from there we can subjugate them by the coin instead of the sword." Galan lectured with a grin "Much obliged for giving me a way to start a war now Margrave." The gravity of the situation hit Sigismund like a ton of bricks, he had ordered his men to start fighting at the sound of a pistol discharging and now multiple pistols were drawn, even if they got out of here alive all hell could be unleashed.
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