De Chaol Ghleann Family/LanneaMaceGifting
This is a roleplay between Lannea, and Adrianna Le Monte, to give the Old Mace of Death to its new owner.
Roleplay from Lannea
Lannea arrived in Xavax just before sunset. She was feeling tired as she had chased one of the famed sages through 3 different regions so he may repair the mace she was holding. Luckily, she was able to do just that and she was now holding a pristine and new mace, ready for battle.
As she arrived in the city, she marveled at the improvements she was already seeing. She remembered the battered walls and abject poverty the city sported mere weeks ago. It was good to see the city slowly being restored. She looked around until she found the guard station and approached.
"Sir, I have something for your commander, Warmistress Adrianna. Can you please send word to her that Adventurer Lannea has arrived with a brand new weapon for her grace? I'll wait at the tavern across the street for word."
As the guard left to carry the message, Lannea found an empty table at the nearby tavern, ordered a tall ale and some food, and waited for word on what to do with the mace she had acquired.
Roleplay from Adrianna LaMonte
As Adrianna stared at a bunch of reports about the rebuilding of Xavax, she rubbed her eyes as she tried to stay awake. It wasn't that she was tired. It was just that all this paperwork was boring. And she learned the hard way that drinking during it just leads to more work down the road cause of mistakes she would make. So when there was a knocking at her door, she jolted up by the sudden noise.
"What the bloody hell is it?! I thought I told you not to bother me! Its already hard enough to focus on this mundane stuff!" As she stood up, she marched over and swung the door open to see a guard standing there, one used to her tirades so was not too put off.
"Warmistress, an adventurer named Lannea has arrived with a delivery for you. Shall I tell the peasant to scurry off?" At hearing the name, Adrianna's eyes perked up a little. At last, something actually worth her time.
"No, no. For once, I actually want to see this peasant. Fetch her immediately and bring her here!" The guard would run off to fetch Lannea as Adrianna closed the door and returned to her desk, now pulling out a bottle of wine since she had decided she was done with this stupid bean counting for the night.
Roleplay from Lannea
Lannea was still finishing the last sips of her drink when she saw the guard she had talked with earlier enter the tavern, and after spotting her, moved to her location.
The guard looked her up and down, then spoke. "Her Grace, the Warmistress of Yssrgard, Duchess of Orgeon and Margravine of Xavax will see you now. Move quickly as her grace does not suffer tardiness." Without waiting, the guard turned and started walking away.
Lannea took another large gulp finishing her drink, got up and quickly followed after the guard, carrying a simple wooden box under her arm where she had stowed the newly repaired mace to make sure there would be no misunderstandings in her handling of weapons around nobility.
A while later, as she was ushered inside, Lannea quickly bowed her head deeply, in deference to the imposing woman looking in her direction. She remember the last time she had a brief encounter with the Warmistress, back when she delivered a sword to the previous King, and had built a healthy respect towards the Warmistress. Lannea didn't want to give any reason to be at the receiving end of the Warmistress's anger.
"Your Grace, as commanded I am here, your humble servant. Please accept this finely crafted mace, and may it see your Grace's enemies skulls smashed at your feet, and make your Grace's name feared in all corners of the lands".
As she kept her head bowed, she lifted the wooden box in the Warmistress's direction in a gesture of offering.
