Queen Search

King Andrew McKay's lead assistant, Lieutenant Colonel Hugh Sutherland, stood in front of what seemed to be a brigade of scribes and messengers. They were all standing at attention in a rank-and-file formation, broken down into battalions, companies, and the like.

Lieutenant Colonel Sutherland, standing on a stage in front of a large banner of Eston and dressed in his finest dress uniform, cleared his throat and readied the scroll at his side.

"Loyal scribes and messengers of Eston, Atamara:" He began, loudly and in a tone that the entire assembled group could hear. "By decree of His Highness, the King of Eston, Andrew McKay, all ladies of noble birth are welcome to seek an audience with His Majesty for the purpose of courtship."

The already-silent crowd could noticeably be heard to hush even more, until a lone messenger from a far end of the assembled formation yelled back in some local dialect. "What's that mean?"

Hugh held back a smirk, attempting to maintain his military bearing. "The King wishes to find, court, and wed a wife." He sighed deeply, letting it out in a long breath as if to indicate the stress that he'd been under since preparing this royal edict when the King first spoke of it to him about this matter. "Please, relay this message to every lady of noble birth that you come across: The King wishes all ladies across the continent and beyond, should this message reach that far, to contact him regarding their interest and intent to court with His Royal Highness."

A relief could be collectively heard amongst the crowd; many of them either junior enlistees in Eston's Armies of directly hired solely for this task.

"You will find, included in the message that each of you are receiving, a biographical account of Sir Andrew McKay. Now: Safe travels; go out into the world and let us see if we can find a suitable mate for the King of Eston."

Some days later, a letter was sent to Andrew's brother in Enweil: Alexander.


Alexander looked over the letter given to him by a messenger from Atamara:

"By decree of His Highness, the King of Eston, Andrew McKay, all ladies of noble birth are welcome to seek an audience with His Majesty for the purpose of courtship."

Alexander felt a cold shiver go down his back. Good? Bad? Ugly? He wasn't sure. "My brother is seeking a wife to court?

Alexander whistled, a sign for his scribe to come to him. "I'd like to send this decree to the Chancellor with the humble request that he seeks to send it elsewhere. Also, send it to our friends with relatives in Eston. Let's see if I can help him a bit."

The scribe quickly nodded his head and ran to fulfill his duties.

OOC:

Curious? Want to take part in the search? Alexander has been tasked by Andrew to send all correspondence sent to Alexander back to Andrew. Perhaps you could become Queen of Eston.

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Roleplay from Andrew
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Andrew stood in the performance theater that evening as the Duchy Orchestra played the march written and conducted by Dafayo. That night, Andrew wore his military uniform of blue with gold trim and a purple stripe down the outside of either leg.

As the piece played to all the assembled nobles, an royal assistant approached Andrew. "Your highness," he whispered, "I have a message for you, sir."

Andrew took the message from the assistant, curious as to it's contents. Going outside, he read the words on it under the firelight outside the grand theater. It seemed that someone, a noble of Eston, had replied to his decree. They were not yet in Massilion, but she would soon be arriving.

He promptly found the assistant once again and ordered him to have the lady noble find him in Tintar when she reported to the area, as he would be there himself by sunrise overseeing efforts there. Andrew was pleased; finally something had gone well with the search for a wife.

Sir Andrew
King of Eston


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Roleplay from Andrew
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OOC: Yes, she's a mystery: And this isn't terribly in-depth. Yet. It will get better, and heck...I'll even take requests for what you, the reader, would like to see happen...or if you otherwise have suggestions for...the roleplay.

Enjoy.

Andrew stood on the balcony in a mansion on the outskirts of the village Tintar, overlooking the lands to the west of the city. He could see a large lake in the background and, faintly, the mountains around Azzal on it's far side. His dress today was formal, but he chose not to wear his tailored uniform today.

Clip-clops could be heard approaching the large room. Through the archway on the far end, a spit-and-polished assistant snapped to attention and announced that the lady that Andrew had arrived.

Andrew gracefully turned, hands still clasped behind him as in a moving version of parade rest. He moved towards the lady, noticing the young ginger-haired lady wearing a simple but flattering green dress; it was long and flowing without trailing on the ground.

Andrew smiled, greeting the young lady. Where the assistant once stood, there was now a man of about Andrew's age wearing a crisp white uniform. "Dinner is ready sire, m'lady."
Andrew arched his arm out, so the lady could take it. Accompanying her to the table, Andrew pulled out her seat, helping her arrange it in relation to the table.

A member of the mansion's staff lit the candles, while others brought the first course out: For the lady, a salad, as his operative had determined that the lady preferred from talking to her family. Andrew ate the same.

After some discussion regarding their pasts and their families, the main course was brought: Roasted Chicken with fresh herbs and assorted vegetables. More conversation followed.

Finally, for desert: Andrew had the famous pie-maker from Hawthorne brought from Hawthorne so that he could make one of his famous pies.

After the dinner, the two took a carriage ride to the nearby lake. Once there, they walked along the shoreline of the lake along the southwest edge of the realm, discussing life, love, and the pursuit of happiness.

Sir Andrew
King of Eston

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Andrew's Biography

Born: Belegrond, Eston, Atamara as Andrew Arthur McKay to parents Donald McKay and Elizabeth (Strathnaver)

Education: Strathnaver Academy; degrees in economics, military studies, and statesmanship.

Realms served: Eston

Positions held:

o Count of Slantrax (Rural: Eston, Atamara)
o Duke of Hawthorne (City: Eston, Atamara)
o High Marshal of Eston
o King of Eston

Guilds:

Force of Nature: Member
Order of the Citadel: Founder

Height:
6 foot 4 inches (193.04 centimeters)

Weight:
180 pounds (81.64 kilograms)
Medium frame, good build

Eyes:
Hazel

Hair:
Light Brown, mid-length, thick and wavy. Ocassionally parted on one side.

More to come