Tol Goldora/Kettle Visits Tol Goldora
| Roleplay from Solomon Greybrook | |
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| "Help is what you will receive Darren. Ensure that you find a scroll of healing as soon as possible. Enlist the realm's adventures or the various guilds. Yet, if the Zuma come, I expect you to be in Tol Goldora. It is my responsibility now to ensure no harm comes to my nobility from my lack of foresight."
Standing up from his chair, the Autarch finished: "I hope for all our sakes we have a resolution for this war and the Daimon, we can't do both." | |
| Solomon Greybrook (Autarch of Tol Goldora) | |
| Roleplay from Darren Rea | |
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| "I understand, Lord Navarch." Darren followed suit, standing just a little too quickly. The sudden movement had put him on edge immediately, but at least he had managed to curb the impluse to draw blades. "I will travel just to the edge of the the northeren border, and the rogue regions there. I need some gold, but then I will stay in my home outside the walls of the city until you require me. I'm... unwelcome in the adventuring guilds since...um...well, maybe Eddie can help." | |
| Darren Rea (Noble) | |
| Roleplay from Solomon Greybrook | |
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| Solomon Greybrook (Autarch of Tol Goldora) | |
| Roleplay from Darren Rea | |
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| With a short bow, Darren made his exit from the study ahead of the ruler, careful to keep his distance, and careful to disappear into the shadows of the suite before Solomon could do something unfortunate like try to show him the front door. His rope still was safely tucked behind the window jam, and a matter of moments with the quick connect and a pair of tugs, and he found himself back in the attic space with his troupe. His face must have said enough, since Bernard clapped him on the back, and Alera smiled softly.
"We are staying, arn't we, Sir?" "Yes, Bernard. we are." | |
| Darren Rea (Noble) | |
| Roleplay from Solomon Greybrook | |
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| Solomon Greybrook (Autarch of Tol Goldora) | |
| Roleplaying Event from Kettle | |
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| There was much joy as a stream of color worked its way slowly across the lands. Joy from the brightly dressed humans that accompanied the very large, very fluffy colored rabbit. Not so much joy from anything that stood against them.
They joined with some groups of Daimons that had strayed from their homelands, Kettle giving them instructions and commanding them to battle. These other Daimons varied in sizes and shapes and in appearance from beauty to abhorrent. A cleansing was left on the lands they walked through, there destination wasn’t far, and nothing would be standing in their way. | |
| Kettle | |
| Roleplay from Dartholomew Nifelleisca | |
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| Dartholomew's servants and retainers were in a great consternation as Dartholomew became almost giddy with excitement at Kettle's rumoured return. They had always served loyally. And had heard of the past incident when an arm's skin was chewed and regurgitated. They didn't want their lord to pet the daimonic bunny, but they knew not what to do. Some wished for another liege. | |
| Dartholomew Nifelleisca (Knight of Lavendrow) | |
| Roleplay from Solomon Greybrook | |
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| Golden Farrow
Strolling the cities, Solomon took some time to talk to Captain Gunther. While he certainly didn't like the man, he had immense respect for his abilities, thus used his insight for advice upon occasion. As they approached the armouries and recruitment centres, Solomon broke the silence: "This army needs to be able to break walls Gunther. I want to see maybe 1500 men and women in the docks." Gunther looked at his ruler in a stirred glare: "Navar... Autarch, 1500 is asking alot of the realm, are you sure negotiations will fail?" Passing through the various shops and buildings, the two men continued the conversation: "No... But I don't trust the D'Harans. If they have the audacity to even merge with Astrum, they have the audacity to contest Libidizedd. Therefore, we have to expect the Dragon Army behind those walls of it comes to it." "Hmm..." They stopped by a armour shop whom were quickly made aware by the Captain of the Gylden Kraken Elite whom they were being inspected by: "I think it is doable. We have the siege engines, it is whether we have the engaged contingent. I will make sure if the time comes to swell the special forces of your unit sire." Solomon nodded as he picked a helmet up. It was nothing fascinating for a soldier, sturdy but light enough to not be a bother: "I don't think we will have an issue with the Zuma, I may however." "My Autarch, what do you think they want?" Solomon huffed as he put down the helmet as the Captain continued on: "Retribution, a pound of gold or flesh. They took a noble's arm last time." "This time Gunther, there won't be any misshaps. If they want another arm, they can have mine. That would be enough I hope - they respect the fuedal hierarchy." "My Autarch!" "No Gunther, this is not for discussion. In fact, I have a job for you, inspect the centres, ensure the recruits are up to scratch and report of any need additional drafting." With that, the Captain departed, leaving him as alone as he could be in the City of Golden Farrow. | |
| Solomon Greybrook (Autarch of Tol Goldora) | |
| Roleplay from Kophyn D'Espana | |
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| Kophyn had been overviewing the repairs and purchases for his unit for the last few hours, preparing them for the potential onslaught that was to come. Busy around the armories and blacksmiths of Golden Farrow, the former lord and current knight paced around the area, keeping tabs here and there where the workers struggled to keep up with the refit of the entire Tol Goldoran army. He was used to the chaos and many noises that fill the air, of course, for he was not new to the business and art of preparing for war. Quite the contrary, it was arguably one of two things he had been doing over and over again for his more than fifty winters.
Occupied as he was, he couldn't help but notice the figure of Captain Gunther, currently inspecting the realm's progress in recruiting and refitting for the upcoming campaign. Aware of the likelihood that his liege was around at the time and that Gunther might decide to come and check on the Golden Raiders, Kophyn motioned for Captain Wulfgytha to come near, his own current captain in charge of his 134 soldiers. - "The Nav- Autarch must be around, I can see Gunther doing the rounds. Take care that everything is ready when he comes, and make sure to give a good impression. I shall be going now." She acknowledged the orders with a quick "yes, m'lord", and went on to organize the prospective inspection in his absence while he left his unit and started looking for Solomon. It had been a long time since he had seen his liege in person, and it was probably as good a time as any other to do so. Having left his armor behind to be repaired and simply dressed in everyday garments and his usual fur cloak, he checked himself one last time before looking for the Autarch, something not hard to do given the commotion that usually surrounded him when he visited the streets. Long chestnut hair properly tied behind his back? Check. Full beard relatively clean and tidy? Check. Custom forged longsword from Madina tucked properly in its leather scabbard, yet forward enough to be visible as both warning and display? Check. He was ready, then. He could see now the circle of curious folks and flatterers surrounding Solomon at a prudent distance. Clearing his throat, the robust yet small man, barely clearing the 5'3 feet barrier, opened a way through the circle, making a slight nod of deference to his liege before going straight to business. - "Autarch, it is a pleasure to see you here. I will not be taking too much time from you, worry not. Do we know by now whether we will be fighting men or Daimons?" | |
| Kophyn D'Espana (Knight of Golden Farrow) | |
| Roleplay from Solomon Greybrook | |
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| "Sir Kophyn, what a welcome suprise. I am pleased to see you. To the point, no, it is not certain. Yet, this build up of arms will serve either purpose. I think I will give negotiations a couple more days, if there is no indication by then, we will be ready for war once more. In comparison, I would rather see to it that the Zuma are dealt with sooner than later. How are your forces?" | |
| Solomon Greybrook (Autarch of Tol Goldora) | |
| Roleplay from Kophyn D'Espana | |
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| "The pleasure is all mine, my liege. My forces are refitting and repairing, both as provisions and equipment go. We should be completely ready to move out on a full day, perhaps half a day more than that. I may also be able to add some more soldiers to my army, though only if they volunteer to do so. One hundred and thirty-four of them is more than enough to be spending gold on recruitment, for all of it is to go to their repairs or their payment."
A half-side grin appeared on the man's face. "And worry not, Autarch. They will be ready to kill, be it mortals from this world or Daimons from the other one. They will keep up the pace, that I guarantee you." | |
| Kophyn D'Espana (Knight of Golden Farrow) | |
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