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1st April

Summer Evening -- Poryatu

Kaguya Fujiwara

"Twenty-five hours before we make landfall in Port Nebel, milady."

"Thank you, Alfreid."

With no further orders forthcoming, the captain-butler lingered a few moments on deck beside his liege. Normally there would be a multitude of minutae of keep Alfreid occupied as Kaguya and her retainers went about their duties within the Empire, but stuck aboard a ship on a days-long journey across the ocean... not so.

It made him slightly uncomfortable.

"The ocean is beautiful at this hour, is it not, Alfreid?"

"I suppose it is, milady."

"See, my captain, how the light of the waning sun casts such vibrant colours upon the waters. Feel the breeze on your face. Taste its salt-laden chill upon your lips as day recedes, and dusk draws near."

"Most poetic, milady."

Alfreid shifted imperceptibly, ever so slightly betraying his growing agitation.

"I was rather occupied at thought about our landing protocols, milady."

"Ah," Kaguya turned to face him, her serene countenance replaced with seriousness, though the twinkle in her eyes suggested some amusement. "Always about work."

The Fujiwara heiress gestured in the direction of the cabin, and the two made to return below-decks.

"So, my ever-comprehensive retainer, what do you propose that I shall wear when I am to present myself before the King of D'Hara?"

Alfreid knew that she was humoring him, but smiled slightly nonetheless as the conversation steered towards more familiar waters, at least where he was concerned.

"I was thinking something in blue, or perhaps indigo, milady. Colours that honour the royal arms of D'Hara will surely not go awry with our hosts."

"Very well."

The duo arrived outside Kaguya's accommodations.

"Twenty-five hours, did you say, Alfreid?"

"Approximately, milady."

"You shall bring me parchment and some ink. I must write to our honoured hosts in advance of my arrival."

"Of course, milady."

Dorian Pavus

For a moment, Dorian saw nothing. Nothing in his sight, vision shrouded. It was not the first time had this come to him. And just as quick as it came, it left his eyesight, or rather, lack thereof. He knew the signs, he had read about them. At the young age of 22, could he really allow himself to be subjected to his fate? Though, what choice did Dorian have? He had already tried everything - prayer, medicine, just outright waiting and hoping the situation would improve on its own. But it was not. It was becoming more frequent, lasting for longer. His eyes were becoming commonly red, the pain, the discomfort, the blurred vision. There was only one way this was going to end - blindness.

Aldrakar Renodin

Strolling around the University

Outside, standing vigil around the University grounds were the men of the Renodian Elite. Finely trimmed bushes lined the pathways and crisp looking trees dwarfed the men as either looked suspiciously a lot like the other. Straight backed, regal and unapproachable.

Within the University grounds itself walked Aldrakar. Inspecting the place, conversing with key staff members and generally making up his mind on how well the place had been planned out. So far, he was rather pleased and it showed. He moved about the place with a cheerful demeanor and wore a bright smile upon his lips.

An Audience

Followed by one of his most trusted servants, Dorian walks slowly out to find Emperor Renodin. "My Emperor," he bows. "I thank you for offering me time. Somewhere more private would be fitting. My quarters?" ~Dorian Pavus

Seeing the young man appear before him Aldrakar allowed his lips to form a welcoming smile. In response to the bow he pursed them a little and his hand started to rise in objection but only slightly and he never finished the gesture as Dorian had already finished the bow. "You have quarters at the University sir Dorian?" Aldrkar smirked. "No, that won't do. We're not flirtatious lovers and your, quarters, won't do." Speaking the words Aldrakar began to move away and towards one of the gazebo's offering views of the surrounding water. Passing under a large peach tree Aldrakar failed to glance back to see if Dorian actually followed and rather continued speaking. "What is it that is of such grave personal importance? That you'd have to speak to me in person."

As he had hoped the gazebo was abandoned by people but rich in shelter and privacy. Even without walls it stood far enough away that while they might be spotted by passers by, their words shouldn't be audible from that distance. Taking a seat, Aldrakar visibly relaxed and fixed his gaze on Dorian.

Dorian Pavus

Seeing the young man appear before him Aldrakar allowed his lips to form a welcoming smile. In response to the bow he pursed them a little and his hand started to rise in objection but only slightly and he never finished the gesture as Dorian had already finished the bow. "You have quarters at the University sir Dorian?" Aldrkar smirked. "No, that won't do. We're not flirtatious lovers and your, quarters, won't do." Speaking the words Aldrakar began to move away and towards one of the gazebo's offering views of the surrounding water. Passing under a large peach tree Aldrakar failed to glance back to see if Dorian actually followed and rather continued speaking. "What is it that is of such grave personal importance? That you'd have to speak to me in person."

As he had hoped the gazebo was abandoned by people but rich in shelter and privacy. Even without walls it stood far enough away that while they might be spotted by passers by, their words shouldn't be audible from that distance. Taking a seat, Aldrakar visibly relaxed and fixed his gaze on Dorian.

"No doubt you are right, my Emperor," Dorian nods, following Aldrakar past the tree, and into the gazebo, leaving his servant behind. He sits opposite Aldrakar, taking a breath before speaking aloud: "I am afflicted with something incurable. Blindness. My father faced it, as did his, and I hoped it a coincidence, but now it appears hereditary. Prayers have gone unanswered, medicine has had little effect, and my studies become much more difficult with my sight. I have taken to my servant reading for me, for I can hardly do so myself. I seek your guidance before I speak to the world, or even have such a thing even written." He stands, leaning against the wall and peering out to the university grounds. He looks down to see the Summer flora, before turning his sight back to Aldrakar.

"What do you suggest I do?"

Emyhr le Craint

With the moon high in the sky, the faint sounds of revelries emits from the camp as the men of the Vanguard enjoy a restful evening in preparation for the upcoming battle. As is custom with the House of Le Craint, Emyhr can be seen fraternizing with the remaining warriors around a fire with a drink in hand.

"My Father used to tell me of the stories of his days leading this very vanguard, before we had risen to these ranks, of fights against the monsters. His face always filled with pride whenever he talked about the accomplishments of his generation."

The men looked intensely at Emyhr as he told the story, for many of the men are second generation vanguards and had most certainly heard the same story from their fathers. But they were more interested to hear it from the perspective of their respected commander.

"One specific time comes to mind, with an incident around an ambush within a forest. Where my father's second in command had come up with an ingenious plan to disguise scarecrows as knights and place them within a clearing. Of course, this lead to an astounding ambush with no casualties. But the funniest part came from the three particular warriors during the attack."

With this, the men's interest peaked, with silence across their faces waiting for the answer.

"Of course to make an enticing target, they needed the clothes for the scarecrows. These three men had volunteered to use their clothes, this led to the distracting moment of the naked men charging at the monsters once the ambush was sprung."

Resounding laughter erupted from the men gathered, with particularly embarrassing looked from a certain young warrior who had heard the story, but from his fathers perspective excluding the naked charge. Emyhr seeing this, approached the man, passed him another mug of ale, and gave a hearty grin which cheered the man up.

The conversation continued for some time until Emyhr stood up, wished his men a good rest in preparation for the expedition tomorrow. As he approached his tent, the feeling of nervousness grew stronger for this would be his first major event without his father. But he knew that he should honor his fathers memory. And with that notion, he entered his tent to rest for tomorrow would be a long and exciting day.

Aldrakar Renodin

Question from the Blind

I have taken to my servant reading for me, for I can hardly do so myself. I seek your guidance before I speak to the world, or even have such a thing even written." He stands, leaning against the wall and peering out to the university grounds. He looks down to see the Summer flora, before turning his sight back to Aldrakar.

"What do you suggest I do?" ~Dorian Pavus

The mellow feeling that had grown over the course of the day waned as Aldrakar took in the words from the young Noble across from him. Leaning back against the structure of the gazebo Aldrakar licked his lips before responding. "Some men lose fingers in battle." The delivery rather matter-of-factly. His eyes sought those of the young man. "Others lose a limb." A near imperceptible shrug. "I've seen ears torn from heads and eyes plucked from sockets both by the hands of other men and by beasts." He shifted his weight and pointed a shoulder at the youth as his head aligned with said shoulder. "Did they despair? Sure they did." A thin line of a mouth and raised eyebrows were offered. "They also kept going. Life is never fair and often cruel. If we are gambling men we must play the hand that is dealt Dorian."

Aldrakar watched the man in front of him. Observing as the words sank in and what they did to him.

Dorian Pavus

The mellow feeling that had grown over the course of the day waned as Aldrakar took in the words from the young Noble across from him. Leaning back against the structure of the gazebo Aldrakar licked his lips before responding. "Some men lose fingers in battle." The delivery rather matter-of-factly. His eyes sought those of the young man. "Others lose a limb." A near imperceptible shrug. "I've seen ears torn from heads and eyes plucked from sockets both by the hands of other men and by beasts." He shifted his weight and pointed a shoulder at the youth as his head aligned with said shoulder. "Did they despair? Sure they did." A thin line of a mouth and raised eyebrows were offered. "They also kept going. Life is never fair and often cruel. If we are gambling men we must play the hand that is dealt Dorian."

Aldrakar watched the man in front of him. Observing as the words sank in and what they did to him.

Dorian waits a moment in silent ponder, before opening his mouth to reply. "But rid the soldier of his sword-arm, and what fate awaits him? The eyes are the doorway to the world. The way that I must study with no ability to do so. To lose a finger or an ear or a tongue or even an arm or leg wold be bearable. I would perhaps even choose all of those over blindness. I have faced my despair, and I have accepted it. There will be no counter." he sighs, closing his eyes momentarily. "What is a soldier without his sword? A lord without his land? An empire without its emperor? Equally, I am the scholar without eyes. A lost sheep that cannot return to the flock. Nor is there another flock to go to. The gambling man will always play the hand he is dealt - but when the wager will affect those beyond just him is all too many ways, is the situation not different? He cannot raise, he cannot call. He cannot check, and he lives the bluff. All that is left to fold. My mentor always taught me that studying board games and card games was useful in the life of the warrior. My sister is a 'mistress of war', and I am to be blind in my early twenties."

He looks down, before slowly looking back up to Aldrakar. "If there is a way to play this hand, I do not think I can do it alone. I would like to, but perhaps it is the hand that should not be played? Perhaps the cards do not align with the game I am playing."

2nd April

Summer Day -- Poryatu

Aldrakar Renodin

The Emperor's Words

He looks down, before slowly looking back up to Aldrakar. "If there is a way to play this hand, I do not think I can do it alone. I would like to, but perhaps it is the hand that should not be played? Perhaps the cards do not align with the game I am playing." ~Dorian Pavus

Straightening his back Aldrakar could do nothing to prevent the slightest of frowns to mark his facial features. "Melodramatic" A word whispered ever so softly. His deep blue eyes locked with the orbs belonging to Dorian. A new found rigidity seeping into his posture. "Do not debase yourself with pathetic mewling. Not a season ago you proclaimed yourself a prophet." The look he cast the boy man was withering. "You are a Highborn. If you want to wallow in the black pools of pity join the ranks of our neighbors. You will have a spine and you will behave accordingly." An arm stood poised to lance a viciously accusing finger right through Dorian's chest. "Stolen of Sight, Sound and Sanity you still stand a mountain among the pebbles of the world. Rid yourself of this self pity and adapt. Do you understand?" If Dorian was a sandcastle, the ocean of words was thrown at him relentlessly.

Dorian Pavus

Straightening his back Aldrakar could do nothing to prevent the slightest of frowns to mark his facial features. "Melodramatic" A word whispered ever so softly. His deep blue eyes locked with the orbs belonging to Dorian. A new found rigidity seeping into his posture. "Do not debase yourself with pathetic mewling. Not a season ago you proclaimed yourself a prophet." The look he cast the boy man was withering. "You are a Highborn. If you want to wallow in the black pools of pity join the ranks of our neighbors. You will have a spine and you will behave accordingly." An arm stood poised to lance a viciously accusing finger right through Dorian's chest. "Stolen of Sight, Sound and Sanity you still stand a mountain among the pebbles of the world. Rid yourself of this self pity and adapt. Do you understand?" If Dorian was a sandcastle, the ocean of words was thrown at him relentlessly.

"I know now what I must do," said Dorian, in a sincere and passionate tone. "A Hero dies a hero's death, and I must plan accordingly a journey to the west. First, however, I need to write my life's works. Create a legacy where the Hero Dorian, he of religious truth, will be immortalised. The ultimate adaption." he pauses a long moment, a smile finally coming to his face. "This is not the burden I once thought it was. It is perhaps the greatest gift that I have been offered since becoming a knight of Luria Nova. I finally understand the words of the sacred texts" he pulls out a copy from his pocket, gazing at the paper disappointed. "I cannot read to remind myself, but it speaks of immortality. This is it. Weave your own story. The power of life and death is my own." He sighs with great relief, the great boulder resting upon him gone. "Do you think I am mad? I think not." he answers his own question, without giving Aldrakar a chance to reply. "I am rid of pity and have adapted. Unless this is not what you meant?" he flexes, proud of himself once more.

Aldrakar Renodin

Resolution

"Do you think I am mad? I think not." he answers his own question, without giving Aldrakar a chance to reply. "I am rid of pity and have adapted. Unless this is not what you meant?" he flexes, proud of himself once more. -Dorian Pavus

As the words flowed from the young man Aldrakar listened calmly. "Each man makes his own mark. You decide what that will be for you and how you give it shape." A slow nod followed. "You're not mad Dorian, simply trying to find purpose. Make sure whatever it is you settle upon is truly what you want. Go now. And let the world know who Dorian Pavus truly is."

With that Aldrakar relaxed again, allowing a gentle breeze to play with his golden hair. Allowing the young man to depart first.

Dorian Pavus

As the words flowed from the young man Aldrakar listened calmly. "Each man makes his own mark. You decide what that will be for you and how you give it shape." A slow nod followed. "You're not mad Dorian, simply trying to find purpose. Make sure whatever it is you settle upon is truly what you want. Go now. And let the world know who Dorian Pavus truly is."

With that Aldrakar relaxed again, allowing a gentle breeze to play with his golden hair. Allowing the young man to depart first.

"I..." for a moment, Dorian seemed lost for words. A first for him, by all means. "Thank you, Emperor. I see with clarity unrivalled by my own vision now. This is exactly what I needed. I fear I will not see your face again after this. Perhaps I will. I will write up my life's works and send them to you. It will be you who decides what happens to them." he stands, preparing to leave. "Whether they will be published and endorsed by perhaps the greatest emperor - two times - Luria will have, or the urban legend of the outskirts. For now, I have a job to do. As I am sure you do also, Emperor. It has been the greatest honour of all to serve."

He turns, bowing. "Where the realm will lose a Pavus, I will ensure another comes, be it a cousin or a brother or family even more distant. The Pavus family owes fealty to you and this realm. Always." He walks away, back straight with his shoulders back.

3rd April

Autumn Day -- Poryatu

Giovanni

Spitting out his broken teeth in Hvergelmir, Ranger Giovanni grins despite losing many of his teeths. His face has been hammered by monsters and undead so many times now that he gets used to it. Gripping his left hand on knife and his right hand on dagger, he looks like any seasoned adventurer seeking fame and glory. Noone know how much motivated he is or for what reason he fights on tenaciously against fate. Perhaps he is destined to die on unmarked grave. Perhaps he will be remember for who he is.

Panting as Ranger Giovanni makes another escape from close death in another monster hunt, he recollects his belongings. One more Book need to be collected and he would be able to hunt down even the strongest monsters on the lands.

Bandaging his left ear, he groans slightly in pain. There is a long slash of monster claw, his latest scar addition. After his left ear is bandaged, he turns to look at his left foot which is bleeding. He smiles slightly thinking of his Ranger badge as he bandages his left foot which is missing two fingers. He remembers well how he loses his foot fingers. He remembers telling the undead champion off whether the champion wants a piece of him, and this is what he gets.

Walking limply to the tavern, he ties up two smaller knives around both his ankles. These knives help him in many close fights, these are his close friends against the threat to the lands. He would use them before long.

Arriving at the tavern, he nods at the tavern keeper as he orders a mug of ale. Suddenly a sword is drawn against his back.

"Do not look back. Give me your money" a stranger speaks quietly enough for him to hear.

With a lightning reflex that betrays his current condition, Ranger Giovanni puts down his left hand knife and his right hand dagger on table. No sooner he withdraws his knives from his ankles, the would-be robber fall down and breaths his last. The tavern folk nods in respect of Giovanni swordsmanship skill, a few patrons bow their hats in appreciation and none dare to challenge him. He returns to his drinking.

Autumn Evening

Raine Gildre

Raine stepped from the gangplank of the ship which was moored in the harbor and let the sight of Giask flood over her. It had been years since she had last set foot in the capital. A young bureaucrat then, she now returned as... something else.

She looked back at the ship with distaste. The journey had been terribly long, and she rejoiced at having her boots back on solid ground. She grinned, adjusted her rapier, and strode off to speak to the porters.

After a brief discussion, she submitted papers to take over the Market District of the city, and the porters began towing her effects to the estate.

With a nod, she headed towards the recruitment center.

7th April

Autumn Day -- Dantooine

Aldrakar Renodin

The Hunting Party Gathers

The gravel under foot crunched under the weight of heavy boots and hooves. "Saevio" Aldrakar said warmly as he traced the fine beast's mane with a gloved hand. Gathered outside the Golden City's perimeter was a fully fletched hunting party. Outriders knowledgeable with the local terrain eyed the Nobles they otherwise would never see. Dog-handlers strained to keep the packs in check. Baying, growling and excited yelps abounded and dared diligent hands to slacken for but a moment. Aldrakar looked over to a round faced man. Too short and actually rather ugly but none let on that they thought so. "Sir Irona, how goes the shipping business?" The Emperor asked with measured friendliness. The rather confident, unseemly man inclined his head as his lips all but wiggled out a pouting smile. "Quite well your Imperial Highness. The D'harans have been hard hit of late so they're willing to pay more which is good. Never liked their Islander ways." The swishing of the fat cheeked man painfully obvious as he spat out tiny little droplets of spittle. "Hmmmm.." Aldrakar affected interest while he continued admiring his steed. The creature had been with him for a long time. Its father before it and its father before it again. "Can't argue with good bloodlines." He mused to himself. "What was'h that?" Sir Irona asked. "Ohh nothing, some wine?" A gesture from the golden haired Emperor saw a servant rush to Sir Irona's side with a cup of the bordeaux liquid.

Riders were still joining the party and each tried to outdo the other with the size of their personal retinue. Some even brought their own trumpeters. Several foxes however, dreaded what the future had in store for them. If their present situation was anything to go by their fates were already sealed. Bars of Iron kept them where they were but a single lock was all that stood between them and fanged freedom.

Emyhr le Craint

It had been quite the Journey from the north once again but the retinue of Emyhr Le Craint finally arrived at the gathered hunting party as they prepared to depart. However, the group that arrived was small, with Emyhr, his personal attendants and a few armed guards which compared to the larger more sizable numbers that had came with the other nobles. Emyhr, however, was happy to be invited to the hunting party.

Upon his arrival, Emyhr headed straight to the location of the Suzerain Emperor. "My honorable and respected Emperor, your kindness in inviting me to this wondrous hunting trip has not gone unnoticed. I apologies greatly for my lack of entrance, my Vanguard are hard at work within Dantooine, working with the local population to convince them of the greatness of Luria Nova."

With this statement, Emyhr gave a great bow in awe of the figure standing before him. This would be the first official meeting between the two, Emyhr had wanted to meet him sooner but duties had called him north with the Emperor's Will.

"To be in your presence is the highest privilege. If you have no objection, I would be greatly honored to join your personal retinue on this trip."

Holding his head down, he waited for a response. The Emperor's aura commanded great respect, to which Emyhr would uphold all formalities throughout the trip.

Donald Augustus Allan

Without his the burden of his company the journey from Thar Gortauth to the location of the Emperor's hunt was a far more relaxing event, and being a lone rider meant he could cover twice, even three times the ground in one day. But even Donald was loath to travel without servants or retainers, and so some were organised to come down from the family home in Askileon and meet him prior to the hunt. And by the time of the Viscount's arrival, they had already prepared some temporary quarters for the Viscount as well as anything he might need for the hunt.

As his horse trotted towards the gathering hunting party he observed the gathered array of knights, nobles, retainers, hunters, squires and of course the Emperor. Aware of the status of the gathered individuals Donald had taken his time to pick out suitable, but still fashionable attire. He wore a deep brown gambeson, held in place by some small iron straps that fitted tightly across his chest. Of quality make it was practical yet comfortable. As well as this he had a pair of strong breeches and a most excellent pair of black boots, polished and studded they had been specially made for the Viscount by an expert cobbler in Shinnen. As he dismounted his steed the hobnails clicked on the cobbles ever so lightly. About his shoulders hung a cape of deep burgundy which was lined with a narrow layer of grey fur and held in place just above his left breast by a golden broach cast in the shape of a solar disc; the frowning face of House Allan.

Handing the reigns of his horse to one of the party's retainers he walked confidently towards the centre of the camp where the Emperor was located. Before the Emperor stood a Knight unknown to Donald, even with his face obscured by a low bow he did not recognise the figure nor the heraldry of the man. A Knight of...Earth Hall? he wondered. "To be in your presence is the highest privilege. If you have no objection, I would be greatly honored to join your personal retinue on this trip." Stepping forward he took up position alongside the Knight, dropping to one knee and arcing his head he conducted a respectful bow towards his Emperor "Your Highness" said Donald "I am honoured to be in your presence once more"

Emyhr le Craint

Without moving from his position, Emyhr's eyes looked to his right where a Knight of unknown origin had approached. From his attire, it could be assumed he was a respectable man and like himself he had arrived without the company of his normal retinue. However, he was also giving off a experienced aura to which Emyhr could recognize. Thinking to himself while waiting for a response from the Emperor;

"I wonder if I could get some time to talk with him, while he does look young, he gives off an aura of experience. It would also interest me to learn more about where he comes from within Luria Nova and how things fare for him."

However, this would have to wait and immediately following the thought, his attention went straight back to the Emperor.

"Matters of formality have the highest priority and fraternizing comes later during the hunt."

With this, Emyhr's eyes returned to the ground beneath the Emperor. Waiting diligently for a response or recognition, excited for his first hunt and meeting with the Emperor himself.

Nicholas Archival

"Loras, do you remember what I told you?" Nicholas asked, calling the youth by his name to capture his attention. "This is your first outing, so I shall expect you to act as befitting a member of our family. I've been told to relay your behaviour to your father... and you know how he gets."

The boy to his side, no older than sixteen, shuddered astride his courser and nodded. The austere personalities of House Archival's older scions was well-known among the young. They continued on their way with but the smallest retinue of guards at hand; it wasn't necessary to bring a sizeable contingent, just enough to deter potential bandits. This time they were not passing through the gilded streets of Giask, instead travelling the roads coming in from the west. As they went, the Earl took several minutes to watch his cousin, to ascertain he would be ready for the presence of the Emperor - and whoever else deigned to attend. Loras was nervous, to be sure, but was handling it well.

Before long, as the Golden City loomed overhead, they arrived at the hunting party. His own hounds began to yap at the scent of unfamiliar dogs, as eager for the coming excursion as their owner. Nicholas cast a glance across the gathering thus far, quickly finding Emperor Aldrakar amidst the din. A youngster was knelt before him and Viscount Donald was moving to join him. He did not recognise the former, but the latter was of no surprise - Sir Donald could never resist an outing. He wondered who else would arrive after them.

Tugging on the reins of Storm, his stark grey courser, he led him over to where the party's steeds were being handled. He smoothly dismounted and waved over several grooms to attend his - and the others' - mounts. Once on foot, he looked over his attire. He smoothed the creases on his cloak, a golden sunburst of Autumnal light; it would be well-suited to the season and the browning of the leaves. The White Chevalier of House Archival was proudly displayed upon his breast, on his sturdy gambeson. Loras was soon as his side, fretting more nervously over his choice of clothing. It took all he had not to smirk at the boy; had he been the same way, on his first visit to Giask? Probably, he decided with quiet mirth.

Beckoning with a gloved hand for his cousin to follow him as he made his approach. Soft footsteps brought Nicholas closer by to Aldrakar and those on their knees, but he hung back for a moment. He wouldn't want to upstage either of them - unlike, he suspected, the good Viscount - and so he waited, observing with a piqued interest. However, the herald had taken note of him and seemed to be about to announce his arrival, but Nicholas silenced him with a short shake of his head and a small gesture towards the pair already presenting themselves. The man got the message and patiently returned to waiting for his cue. Nicholas did the same.

8th April

Autumn Day -- Dantooine

Aldrakar Renodin

First Impressions

Emyhr gave a great bow in awe of the figure standing before him. This would be the first official meeting between the two, Emyhr had wanted to meet him sooner but duties had called him north with the Emperor's Will. "To be in your presence is the highest privilege. If you have no objection, I would be greatly honored to join your personal retinue on this trip." Holding his head down, he waited for a response. The Emperor's aura commanded great respect, to which Emyhr would uphold all formalities throughout the trip. ~Emyhr Le Craint

Seeing how Saevio, his personal steed was taken aside by a squire to receive additional care and sweets probably. Aldrakar smiled warmly. Noticing a tall yet young man approach it became clear rather quickly that the man was a knight. As the young man bowed overly zealously Aldrakar enjoyed the smallest of chuckles. His eyes spied out Emyhr's scar. It was rather hard to miss. A crease in his skin that would never have occurred naturally and even crossed his left eye. It made Aldrakar pause for a moment. "That's quite the injury you've suffered." He slowly shifted his weight. "And so early in life." A single eyebrow arched.

From the background a short yet well postured man approached the Emperor like a second shadow. The man was no longer blessed with the vitality of youth but had another quality that granted him energy. Innate drive. He whispered some words to the Emperor while subtly indicating Emyrh. Aldrakar listened carefully without ever taking his eyes of the bowing Noble and finished with a tiny nod. After which the second shadow retreated again.

Stepping forward he took up position alongside the Knight, dropping to one knee and arcing his head he conducted a respectful bow towards his Emperor "Your Highness" said Donald "I am honoured to be in your presence once more" ~Donald Augustus Allan

Feigning some surprise Aldrakar looked at Donald. Pausing a noticeable moment and then smirked before turning his attention back to Emyhr. "Rise. Scion of House Le Craint." The words accompanied with a light touch upon the young man's shoulder. The sound of whinnying horse in the backdrop mingling with the rustle of leafs and the noises men make when they're exited for a little forest excursion. Which certainly included some laughs. "It would be my honour to have you in my personal retinue." Being this close to the silver haired youth Aldrakar studied him for a brief moment. "You're good with a spear no?" The twinkle in his eyes perhaps lost on some but veterans of his own retinue chuckled at the comment.

Moving away from Emyhr his attention fell on Donald next. "A pleasure Lord Donald. How is Sulorte these days? The pearl fisheries still prosperous? Not enjoying too much of the Sulortian reds I presume." The question blunted to a statement with a wink. Grabbing the beautiful man by his shoulders he displayed his vitality by bringing him to his feet. "Better. We are out to have some fun, sitting on your knees can't be that." Aldrakar beamed. "Come. Let us embrace Nicholas." Without pauze Aldrakar placed a hand on Donald's back and tried to maneuver him to face Nicholas whom had waited behind. Letting go as soon as he stepped towards the Imperial Magistrate in earnest.

A nearby and far to curious hare popped his head out from the brush. Its hazel coat near imperceptible but the hounds howled at the scent. One of the houndmasters fell over forwards as he was overpowered by the myriad of leashes he was trying to control. Seeing a horizontal hurricane rage through the crowd of men as the dogs charged at the hare.

Wrapping his arms around Nicholas a hearty laugh boomed from Aldrakar's mouth. "Nicholas! So good to see you again." He finished the embrace with placing a kiss on the Imperial Magistrate's cheek. As he let go Aldrakar's eyes fell upon Loras. "Who's this? Look at him!" He glanced at people nearby, gathering attention. "A veritable warrior!" Aldrakar clapped Loras on the shoulder. Speak boy. With whom do I have the pleasure?

So the Emperor made rapport with the younger members of the Realm. Hopefully bridging the gap between old and young.

Emyhr le Craint

As Emyhr stood waiting for a response, the anxiety of his position in the crowd started to grow. But the war response from the Suzerain Emperor immediately removed all worry from his body. With the response, Emyhr starts to stand up, finally getting a proper look at the respectable and awe inspiring man before him.

"My respected Emperor, your kindness knows no limits even to the inexperienced such as myself. I find myself comfortably with a spear, for this was the source of training in my youth with my father."

The mention of scar made Emyhr wince for a moment, for he had not totally recovered and the area was still tender. The scar holds place to the days before he lost his father, and had become a symbolic way of honoring his memory.

"This scar, my emperor, was given to my a few years passed. During a skirmish with the Vanguard under the command of my father, we were ambushed by monsters north of Poryatu, we suffered heavy casualties, I got this from the slash of a claw. Of course it is a shame to get a scar at such a young age, but I treat it now as a badge and a memory to never let my company suffer like that again."

Emyhr now stood with pride, he gave a hearty smile to let the company before him know that all is well at the moment and wishes not to downplay the mood. He then called over to his companions who brought over a long wooden spear which from a distance would look rather unremarkable, but Emyhr could be seen giddy with excitement. Up-close you would notice the ornate carving along the mahogany shaft depicting a fight between a snake and a dragon. The spear point glimmered, additionally inscribed with an ornate woven pattern and a central peace of a great tree. This was Emyhr's most prized possession, one that had been given to him by his father on his 18th birthday.

"I am ready and honored to join you on this hunt, and I shall show you the skills that my father blessed me with."

Myr Arnickles Renodin

"Sire, I don't see why won't you join your uh... your Emperor and all the genry on the hunting trip." - beseeched the captain.

"Good Valdric, have you seen me shoot an arrow?" - aksed Myr.

"No, but..."

"But you have certainly seen the way I artfully throw a javelin." - said young knight, interrupting his captain.

"Uh, no. Actually I haven't."

"You must've seen me thrust a spear."

"No..."

"Ride a horse into the battle!" - Myr wasn't giving up.

"No" - the captain echoed.

"So..." - the knight grinned - "pray tell why, oh why am I not joining His Imperial Majesty and all the gentry on the hunting trip."

Valdric just bowed deeply flustered and in silent apologies departed the room.

Donald Augustus Allan

"A pleasure Lord Donald. How is Sulorte these days? The pearl fisheries still prosperous? Not enjoying too much of the Sulortian reds I presume." The question blunted to a statement with a wink. Grabbing the beautiful man by his shoulders he displayed his vitality by bringing him to his feet. "Better. We are out to have some fun, sitting on your knees can't be that." Aldrakar beamed. "Come. Let us embrace Nicholas."

Donald took his feet, the Emperor's hands clasped to his shoulders, the young Lord grinning merrily "I quite agree, My Lord" and allowed the Emperor to wheel him towards the Imperial Magistrate, who had a young boy in tow behind him.

Nicholas and Aldrakar shared a warm embrace, but quickly his attention was turned towards the boy. He couldn't have much older than seventeen years, and appeared to somewhat uneasy being around so many unfamiliar faces. Aldrakar's usual unfaltering, stoic demeanour suspended briefly as he attempted to engage the young man in conversation, which undoubtedly added to his anxiety.

Donald meanwhile, turned his attention towards the Earl: "Lord Nicholas, very good to see you. It has been far too long" he said "I'd say we're in for an excellent hunt, no doubt we'll find you a white stag before the day is out!"

Nicholas Archival

Perhaps expecting the enthusiasm emanating from the Emperor, Nicholas matched the man's greeting with an amiable warmth. "It is an honour to find myself in your presence once more, Your Highness," he answered, with a smile that teetered on the cusp of a grin. As Aldrakar turned his attention to Loras, the Magistrate surreptitiously stepped to one side; it would be sink or swim for the boy and his ability to deal with such an excitable liege now.

"Loras Archival, Your Majesty," he announced, having admirably steeled himself for the conversation. "I am Earl Nicholas' cousin - and his squire, until such a time that I have the experience to become a knight in my own right. It is an honour to be here, to attend your hunt." With his possibly rehearsed answer spoken, his confident grew, to match his build. The boy - although he would not be so for much longer - resembled Nicholas, with dark, tussled hair, those grey eyes and broad shoulders. Much like the Earl himself, he was born with the build of a soldier.

Meanwhile, Nicholas moved to engage with Donald in pleasantries. "And you, Lord Donald," Nicholas intoned genially. "I was rather expecting you to be present for the excursion; have you ever missed an opportunity for some excitement?" At that, the Earl laughed with gentle mirth, his good-humour evident on the day. "But pray tell me, who is this?" he asked, gesturing towards the nearby Sir Emhyr. "I don't think we've yet had the pleasure."

Off to the side, Nicholas' men continued their final preparations for the hunt. Bowstrings were tested, javelins sharpened, dogs kept in line. Most notably, however, was the chief attendant, preparing an elaborate, deadly-looking crossbow; its cost must have been sizeable, with an ornate golden trim and varnishing. It seemed that the Magistrate had little intention of using a bow himself.

Autumn Evening -- Poryatu

Sofia Nistalia

Sofia turned her back on the bloodshed, her armor stained with the blood of the bandits she spent the entire day hunting. Her men picked up anything that could be salvaged and handed to the population, but there was little left. Most of it had been consumed by the flames unleashed when a torch hit their hay beds. The wooden shacks in the middle of the forest burnt with ease, fire spreading from one to another, and the nearby trees. The corpses of the bandits, piled on their cart, were carried down the mountain for a more sinister purpose.

The bandits, most of them young farmhands with former hope of survival, were hanged through the trees, littered on their way down, littering the forest's path. Their bodies hanging from their feet, their clothing removed and left to be nothing but food for wolves. The Nistalian Holy Guard had little mercy for the men, most of them used to the relentless undead or taking down the monsters that haunted the land, and the bandits offered little in their fight. To Sofia, it mattered little.

To her, this was bonding with her Emperor on a personal level. The emperor hunted animals, showing off his prey to whoever joined his hunt, like all hunts. She hunted those who she considered animals, and showed off her prey for the world to see. Sinners were nothing to her, but a leg that must be amputated off the empire of Luria for the good of all.

10th April

Autumn Day -- Askileon Purlieus

Aldrakar Renodin

Let Loose the Hounds

The spear point glimmered, additionally inscribed with an ornate woven pattern and a central peace of a great tree. This was Emyhr's most prized possession, one that had been given to him by his father on his 18th birthday. "I am ready and honored to join you on this hunt, and I shall show you the skills that my father blessed me with." ~Emyhr le Craint

"Excellent." Aldrakar looked at the huge boy man once more. Maybe in a few years time the youth would gain the bearing of a great warrior. He seemed in possession of all the prerequisites. A shrug saw the Emperor move towards his mount. Saevio was a magnificent creature. Raven black and barely hidden musculature under his pristine coat. Strong legs and eyes that roared spirit. Not a steed for a meek man and neither for anyone other than at the very least, a seasoned rider. The beast seemed to relax at Aldrakar's touch. The connection between the two seemed deep. Saying words absent sound and having an innate understanding of one another. Feeling satisfied Aldrakar smiled and climbed onto the fine beats's back. A squire quick to assist in fixing the straps and offering assistance where needed.

Signaling behind him towards a spot next to his other retainers Aldrakar looked at Emyhr. "Mount up and try not to fall behind." The teasing words were accompanied by an easy grin. Saevio responded by pawing the dirt impatiently. "You brought a horse I hope, if you didn't take one of mine." A glance informed the squire that had previously helped Aldrakar that this task of providing a mount would fall to him and he diligently went about it, should it be needed.

Having strode away from Loras previously, Aldrakar hadn't forgotten about the boy. He looked over to him and pondered for a moment. Extending an arm as he did so towards a page and gesturing towards the card that housed his personal weapons. "Spear." The page responded duly and lifted a boarspear from the cart and presented it to Aldrakar. Whom in turn gestured at Loras. "A gift." A short pause. "If you're going to go hunting with us you're going to need a weapon." Aldrakar jutted his chin out at one of his men at arms. "Give him your horse." Without question the man dismounted and led the creature to Loras. Offering the boy the reins. The ivory of of a bright smile shone as the Emperor looked at the small events unfold. "Ride with us Loras and make your father proud."

Nudging Saevio forwards the various retainers and servants took notice. The wind bowed to the occasion even and brought quiet to the otherwise constant rustle. "Friends!" Aldrakar exclaimed. "It's been too long. Even if we had met yesterday that would still hold true!" He grinned. "Let us be men among men. Let's have some fun and ride like the wind!" He raised his hand into the air. "Today we hunt and tonight we feast on all that we will catch! One hundred pieces of gold to any man that catches the greatest Prize!" With that, some of the men cheered. Seizing the moment Aldrakar signaled the hound-masters and the servants at the Fox Cages.

Darting from their prisons of Iron. The bewildered and cunning creatures coated in red sped into the forest. Howls peaked and excitement rose in the hounds that saw their quarry escape. Mighty arms and biceps held them back for now as the moment drew near, Aldrakar grinned. "Begin!" Saevio pranced high and then thundered the earth as the Hounds were let loose. "One Hundred for the best Prize!" He reminded all gathered. Turning Saevio in the direction of where the hounds had rushed off into and relishing the hunt.

So the Royal Hunt began in earnest, fair game for all and promising that sport in which all could prove their virtue of war.

Emyhr le Craint

Seeing the grin, Emyhr felt at ease around the present company. He signaled to his attendant who brought out of a snow white stallion, with a simple but effective saddle. Emyhr mounted the stallion with great dexterity and followed the Emperor, keeping up the pace of his retinue. He could be seen with the biggest grin on his face, for his excitement for this event was too great to withhold from emotion.

"My honorable Emperor, I shall show you my experience gained from hunting in the wilds of the north", said with a full grin and admiration in his eyes.

Gripping his spear in hand and placing it within the holder on his saddle while they move. Placed with care, Emyhr looked towards the boundless landscape that followed as they left for the hunt. The peace of the region was strange compared to his experiences within the north, this atmosphere was very welcome.

Emyhr looked around at the company that had joined. The wise and experienced men that had come along overshadowed the young knight. However, Emyhr was happy to be a part of this experience, hoping to connect with the nobles at present. First he looked towards Sir Donald Augustus, he spoke in an admiring tone:

"Good noble Sir Donald, I hear from my attendants that progress has gone well in the south. To the extent that you have been granted the land. If you would be so kind, tell me of the experience in Thar Gortauth?"

Looking at the admirable figure before him, waiting patiently for a response.

Jeffrey Birkenhead

The moon stood bright over the military camp in Shinnen Purlieus, tinting the tents silver between the few burning campfires part of the night watch tends to. Except of silent chatter, silent enough to not necessarily wake anyone up, the calm of the night got shattered by the stomping of a swiftly approaching lone horse, followed by a sonorous man's voice.

"A message from Margravine Luarin Bowker for Sir Jeffrey Birkenhead!"

Letter from Luarin Bowker

Lord Jeffrey

I have heard good stories about you and think there might be good idea to have you under the banner of Sun Hall. Would you accept the duty of taking care of Garuck Udor?

Luarin Bowker

Duchess of Sun Hall

Margravine of Shinnen

Letter from Jeffrey Birkenhead

Margravine Luarin,

it honours me that you adress me as a Lord, an honor I feel is not mine to receive yet. Apparently, you intend to change that, though, if I interpret your words correctly. I see the offer to become Lord of a piece of Lurian corelands at the Euschean as it is, something only few can claim to ever have received, something few would ever turn down, something many would envy me for. Though, my heart prevents me from straight out accepting this offer, as it beats happiest when in my ancestral homelands, Askileon and its surroundings. Please give me time to consider. Two days, that is what I ask of you. Then or even earlier, and you shall have a definite response.

Humbly,

Jeffrey Birkenhead

Knight of Askileon

"I have grown fond of my estate close to our ancestral residence, maybe even attached."

The sun has just risen, and gathered in his tent could be found those that Jeffrey confides in: his cousin Bethany and the captain of the Birkenarrows, who was just known as Captain Andrea.

"Jeffrey, you'll be a Lord! How can you pass up on that opportunity? Also, the margravine is holding you high enough that she considers you, even already adresses you as Lord, refusing now would be plain stupid. I mean, think about it!"

A hint of a frown appeared on Jeffrey's face. "So you are suggesting my concerns are stupid, do I get that right?"

Bethany's voice was filled with excitement, passion and a good part of anger: "No, not at all! It's just... are you really thinking about turning down a Lordship here in the lands of the highborne?", she exclaimed all the while walking up and down through the tent, vividly gesticulating. "Tell me Jeffrey, are you serious? Also, Garuck Udor is lovely! Don't you like the sea?"

Jeffrey calmly responded: "You are not wrong, Beth. But... ah, Garuck Udor! It is probably as far as it can get from Askileon."

Rage took hold of Bethany. "So what?! If you refuse to change, step out of the shadows of others, you will never be able to get on par with our ancestors! You have to forge your own destiny!"

Jeffreys mouth opened, only to be shut moments later, repeatedly. He was speechless, did not know how to respond. That's when the third person in the tent raised her voice.

"Lady Bethany, I have never seen you lose your composure in such a way. It is quite unfitting for someone of your blood, I think."

A moment of confusion, some attempts of responding, but now Bethany found herself at a loss for words. She took a deep breath. "You are right, Andrea. But," she said, turning to her cousin, "What are you THINKING, Jeffrey?"

"I think that I want to remain loyal to Moon Hall, that's what I am thinking."

"I am just saying, but you can both remain loyal to Moon Hall and be a Lord of Sun Hall. Also, rising from 'Captain under a Knight' to 'Captain of a Lord' sounds like a promotion to me. Not that I'd demand any more gold or anything.", Andrea interjected, a sly smirk on her face.

"There we have it, Jeffrey." Bethany, now visibly calmed down, still gesticulated at her cousin, quite wildly so. "You vacating your estate in Askileon does not mean that our ancestral halls will crumble by next week, or that you must betray the duchy of Moon Hall. Please, consider it."

"Alright, you got me there." A moment of silence ensued as Jeffrey closed his eyes. He then, without a warning, declared: "Send for my scribe, I got a letter to write. Please make haste before I change my mind again."

Autumn Evening

Dorian Pavus

Dorian had joined the hunt with his captain, Hadwin, and a few adolescents. All clearly wearing gambeson with the Pavus crest - A golden eagle over a black and white shield. Each equipped with longbows.

"You were lucky children to be accepted for his hunt. Your parents each wrote me a case that I read - or rather, had read to me - each of their cases and chose the three of you based on that. You will grow into warriors, some of the most efficient of our time. Mordin, Gilad, Fergus. These are names that Luria Nova will grow to love, and you will serve in my unit when your training is complete. But for now, we celebrate your opportunity."

The five trudge through the south reaches of Giask, away from the other groups, hunting game - but not just anything, only the deer that would make the finest meals. Their hunting, however, suddenly came to a standstill. It was time to camp.

Nicholas Archival

As Nicholas set off to oversee his men and prepare to mount Storm once more, Loras began to join him - before taking note of Aldrakar headed his way once more. He immediately stood to attention, bowing his head deferentially toward the imperial monarch. Upon receiving both gifts - the spear and the steed - he regarded the elder statesman with something approaching awe, before remembering his manners. "Thank you, your majesty," he answered confidently. "Perhaps I shall show you well they teach we sons and daughters of House Archival." He finished, tentatively, with a grin. Somewhere off in the background, his cousin shook his head with quiet amusement and set off atop his steed with his men in tow; he would leave Loras to hunt alongside the Emperor. He had earned it.

As Loras surged ahead, astride the unfamiliar steed as easily as he would his own, it was plain to see that - while he shared his cousin's solemn appearance - he had a youthful exuberance that matched the inexperience of his age. He rode naturally and his aim was keen. It seemed his primary goal was to remain within Aldrakar's line-of-sight, to prove himself openly so that none might dispute it. The Earl, however, took his time with his ornate crossbow in hand. It was not long before one of his attendants was escorting a felled stag, brought low through a bolt straight through the eye; the well-struck reward for the man's careful, purposeful nature. He allowed himself a brief grin of exultation before he continued to press ahead; Nicholas was not inclined toward competition, but neither did he intend to lose.

Luarin Bowker

A boy came running with a letter in his hand:

Queen Luarin, it's from Askileon. It's from lord Jeffrey. I came running to deliver.

She took the letter and smiled as she read the answer. Lord Jeffrey was coming to Sun Hall.

Margravine Luarin Bowker,

I have made up my mind earlier than I anticipated. I would gladly accept your offer and raise the banners of Sun Hall to the sky.

Humbly,

Jeffrey Birkenhead

Knight of Askileon

Sun Hall had an excellent group of nobles now, which included the King, Zajar. Soon they would have more autonomy if everything went well. Luria was still a good place and being one of the kingdom's oldest dwellers, Luarin was well aware of that.

11th April

Autumn Day -- Askileon Purlieus

Donald Augustus Allan

"It's been too long. Even if we had met yesterday that would still hold true!" He grinned. "Let us be men among men. Let's have some fun and ride like the wind!" He raised his hand into the air. "Today we hunt and tonight we feast on all that we will catch! One hundred pieces of gold to any man that catches the greatest Prize!"

- Emperor Aldrakar

Donald signalled to the camp’s retainers and they brought forth his saddled destrier, a boar spear and a small collection of javelins which hung in a pack thrown over the saddle. He mounted the beast with ease and finally a young servant handed him his sword, for the young Lord would not want to travel far without it.

With the hounds let loose there was little to do but pursue the foxes, taking the reins of his steed in both hands he urged the beast onward. As he rode he heard a voice address him by name.

"Good noble Sir Donald, I hear from my attendants that progress has gone well in the south. To the extent that you have been granted the land. If you would be so kind, tell me of the experience in Thar Gortauth?"

- Sir Emyhr

He looked about and saw the large, youthful figure of the Knight, Sir Emyhr. “My friend” he said, almost shouting over the crescendo of noise “I would happily recount to you all I can of Thar Gortauth, but for the time being we’ve prey to pursue!”

Driving his horse towards greater speed he made a sharp turn in the forest trail, keeping pace with the clamour of the hunting hounds “Follow me, Sir Knight!” he yelled back to Emyhr.

The dogs were hot on the tail of the foxes, and the horses were just behind them. Their hooves pounding in to the soft ground as they thundered through the brush and trees; spurred onwards by excited noblemen. Donald’s eagerness and the hunting dog’s eagerness slowly began to split him away from the rest of the hunting party.

Emyhr le Craint

Seeing the enthusiasm of his fellow hunters, Emyhr leaped into a gallop on his stallion, following Sir Donald close behind. His eyes darting from side to side trying to catch sight of any animal that moves in the bushes. The sound of the barking hounds in the area surrounding the hunters and the occasional squeal of an animal being chased by said hounds set the hunt into full motion.

While Emyhr was a young man, keeping up with the group was proving a bit of a challenge. Suddenly, A flash of brown and the sound of a boar caught the attention of the young knight. Splitting from the group ever so slightly but keeping them within earshot, he chased the boar into the foliage of some nearby trees. Now cornered amongst the trees, the boar could not escape so easily. With one fell swoop of the spear, the boar went silent.

His attendant caught up to him, standing there a bit astounded, for this man had not spent much time with the young knight and was a bit surprised to see him capture the beast on his first try.

"Cerdic, if you dont mind, could you help my tie this boar up to bring back to the group. We shall have a great feast later." Emyhr said with a big grin on his face.

Together, the two tied up the boar and placed behind the saddle on the stallion. Mounting their horses once again, they headed back to the path that the group had been following. They were now quite some distance behind, but they caught up in no time, teeming with pride over the beast they had brought back with them.

Autumn Evening

Dorian Pavus

Dorian, with his hunters in tow, travel through the south reaches further in the twilight hours. In the usual hoof-made path, they notice stone slabs forming a route away from the road, and follow the new way revealed to them. It was terribly strange for such a thing to be in the middle of nowhere. As such, caution was necessary, the hunting bows replaced with sword and shield in case of ambush.

Down the path, they found a glade, a shining white horse facing away from them, eating the fresh, wild grass. The glade was surrounded by a circular body of water, where the usual trees of the forest remain tightly together. The horse had an odd flair about it, and so Dorian called the four to stand down. He almost felt compelled to do so. Laying down his own weapons, he begins to approach the pale equine.

But this was no horse. Upon its head was a horn. It was a unicorn. Through Dorian's blurred vision, he could not just see it, but also almost 'feel' it bow to him. He reaches down, taking a handful of grass, feeding it to the unicorn. He was feeding one of the most wondrous of all creatures, said to only appear beyond a rare few. While it is said to bestow magic, miracles and wisdom to those pure of heart, much like the Hero Dorian, he thought differently. His deeds were virtuous. Could this be why the beast appeared before him?

His doubts were settled. He was the hero Dorian, Harbinger of the Faith. And from just seeing this unicorn, he would serve Luria even more loyally than before. The ancestors must have looked down on him kindly for such a sight. While feeding the blessed animal, Dorian tells his captain and the students about the unicorn and its meaning. Even gently touching the horn on its head to ensure it was no fake. As night fell, the few settled in the clearing, setting up tents for the night where they would watch the stars in the sky. This night was far more peaceful than any they had faced. And for just one night, any tension, any worries, any fears were cast away. For that one night, there was little more than serenity in the serendipity.

Come morning, the unicorn had fallen asleep at Dorian's side. His own guardian angel as it were. The glorious equine grazed as the group packed up to leave, but to much surprised, it followed. The ancestors had sent Dorian not just a sighting of a unicorn - they had sent him a worthy ally in his blindness.

Chance Harte

Chance pranced along the path through Poryatu. He was on a mission.

It has been months since he had been on the road. Stuck in the depths of Giask's cruel academies, honing his dagger, practicing sword fighting, keeping to the shadows, and watching his realm mates gather for joyful feasts, hunting parties, and much alike. It was not his style as he watched their plentiful celebrations from the shadows of each room. Carefully using shadow step at each opportunity to gain more expertise. Only revealing himself once or twice to the surprise or knowing nudge of another noble...

The air was filled with the fragrances of life. Poryatu was the Grand Panetier Ciarghuala's land and said to0 be filled with the best food Luria could offer. Honeysuckle sweets and fresh baked bread were Chance's choice. He walked along happily, humming an old hymn and thinking of how he would slit his target's throat.

Karibash ka Habb

The ferries have been a mess for a full half day. Merchant ships that don't typically ferry brim with men, fishing boats loaded with equipment, and in fair Askileon, the Silver City, ninety-nine warriors seek to make their home. The men bring squires and retainers, armourers, cooks, families, but none approach the retinue of old Karibash himself. More than a dozen cooks, a squire to polish each piece of armour, four squires to dress him and another to supervise, five armourers, one solely for his chainmail, a revolving door of younger servants to tend to his needs, an old priest and a young priest, a scribe to write and a scribe to read, a maid to draw his bath, a storyteller, a poet, and a musician, and assistants for all the above.

The procession stretches from the docks approaching the King's Spiral. The Old Toren rides on a draft horse, surveying the streets. In the legends he is called a giant, but this man appears thin and quite elderly. As they approach the estate they spot noble banners. Somehow, someway, there has been a miscommunication. The estate is inhabited. Karibash does not speak, but his retainers explode into a flurry of activity. A messenger is sent to the magistrate seeking clarification.

12th April

Autumn Day -- Giask

Aldrakar Renodin

The ferries have been a mess for a full half day. Merchant ships that don't typically ferry brim with men, fishing boats loaded with equipment, and in fair Askileon, the Silver City, ninety-nine warriors seek to make their home. The men bring squires and retainers, armourers, cooks, families, but none approach the retinue of old Karibash himself. More than a dozen cooks, a squire to polish each piece of armour, four squires to dress him and another to supervise, five armourers, one solely for his chainmail, a revolving door of younger servants to tend to his needs, an old priest and a young priest, a scribe to write and a scribe to read, a maid to draw his bath, a storyteller, a poet, and a musician, and assistants for all the above.

The procession stretches from the docks approaching the King's Spiral. The Old Toren rides on a draft horse, surveying the streets. In the legends he is called a giant, but this man appears thin and quite elderly. As they approach the estate they spot noble banners. Somehow, someway, there has been a miscommunication. The estate is inhabited. Karibash does not speak, but his retainers explode into a flurry of activity. A messenger is sent to the magistrate seeking clarification.