Tol Goldora/Kettle Visits Tol Goldora
| Roleplay from Solomon Greybrook | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Tol Goldora | |
| "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 | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Tol Goldora | |
| "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 Darren Rea | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Tol Goldora | |
| 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 | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Tol Goldora | |
| Solomon Greybrook (Autarch of Tol Goldora) | |
| Roleplaying Event from Kettle | |
| Message sent to Everyone in the Vicinity of Upper Via | |
| 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 | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Tol Goldora | |
| 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 Gwyn | |
| Message sent to Everyone in the Vicinity of Upper Via | |
| Gwyn watched the parade pass with some interest. He had never seen a Daimon up close, but stayed far enough away that the throng of humans following the infamous Kettle would not chase him down for a meal. Strange times. Strange times. As he traveled Tol Goldora, rumors reached him. Rumors of a man claiming to be from Asylon was roaming the realm. Now, the Daimons, the Asylonians' former friends, are marching through the realm as well. The young adventurer felt eyes upon him. Many eyes locking him in place. Was this it? Had he gotten too close? The branch beneath his feet cracked under his weight, and the feeling startled him back into action, and sent him bolting away before he could figure out what was looking at him. | |
| Gwyn (Commoner) | |
| Roleplay from Solomon Greybrook | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Tol Goldora | |
| 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 | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Tol Goldora | |
| 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 | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Tol Goldora | |
| "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) | |
| Roleplay from Solomon Greybrook | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Tol Goldora | |
| Solomon grinned as he looked to the Knight of much experience: "Excellent news - the war shall be over soon, one way or the other. Let's hope the Daimonfolk not want for much! Can I help you with anything else Sir Kophyn?" | |
| Solomon Greybrook (Autarch of Tol Goldora) | |
| Roleplay from Kophyn D'Espana | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Tol Goldora | |
| Kophyn returned the grin to his lord, content that he was pleased by the progress. "There is not much else I need help with, my liege, though I could certainly appreciate the company, if your schedule allows. I was thinking that, since my captain is already taking care of the repairs here, I would pay a visit to the temple of the Tidemother while I am back home. It has been a long while since I spoke to the Tidespeaker, and I would wish to do so while I have the chance. Not that you need my permission to move around in your city, of course, but I would not mind your presence there as well" | |
| Kophyn D'Espana (Knight of Golden Farrow) | |
| Roleplay from Solomon Greybrook | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Tol Goldora | |
| "A good idea, let us travel to the church, I assume the Tidespeaker would be happy to see us." | |
| Solomon Greybrook (Autarch of Tol Goldora) | |
| Roleplay from Darren Rea | |
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| Gold coins clinked on wood, the only paltry four he still had to his name. Biting his lip, he used his thumb to push two coins across the table to Bernard, and then the other two to Alera. They had gotten halfway across Farrowfield when the news of the demon had come, and had had to turn around before they had even made it past the realm's border. It had been a long shot anyway, as Darren was in no state to make any money. Word had come down that he wasn't to even leave the city walls, so they had been staying in a single room in one of the smaller inns. He looked at the wood of the table, refusing to meet either of his retainer's eyes.
"That's your pay for the week.... and all I have left. You best both go find some work, that won't pay for much in the city of gold. I'm sure you both'll find good work quickly, you have both always been great." What could he do for them anymore, anyways? Couldn't pay them, couldn't even pay for himself, and completely unable to even pick up an odd job to live on. The Zuma would be coming for his head; he should have sent them looking for work the moment he'd returned, instead of holding on. Darren held his eyes to the wood grain on the table, trying to hold back tears. "Sir." Alera's voice was soft. Her hands entered his vision, both reaching out to rest on top of his remaining hand. "You don't need to pay us, Sir." Bernard's gruff voice made Darren look up. Alera was smiling slightly, and Bernard sat cross armed. "But-" "No buts, Sir." The healing woman leaned back, and picked up one of the coins in front of her. "It's two coins a night here, so we have two nights to come up with more money. Both of us will pick up some work in the morning." Bernard nodded in agreement. Blinking away tears, Darren looked to the little window, trying to compose himself. He didn't deserve them. "Thank you." | |
| Darren Rea (Noble) | |
| Roleplay from Darren Rea | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Tol Goldora | |
| That night, he ghosted from the Inn, his last two coins left inside, he, just another beggar on the streets. Dominic wouldn't bring others down with him. The cool Autumn evening kissed Darren's cheeks, as he made his way to the other side of the city. The Tidemother temple had a fire they always kept going, and the wall outside of it stayed warm most of the winter. Plus, he was sure even if he was caught drifting, Eddie would let him stay by the wall anyway. | |
| Darren Rea (Noble) | |
| Roleplay from Darren Rea | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Tol Goldora | |
| "Oy, git up"
Darren cracked his eyes open, and was greeted by a pair of shoes peaking out from the crack between his hood and the ground. Warmth flowed through his back, the stones of the temple's fireplace acting like a heater. He'd bunched his cloak around him, leaving the back open to the stones, and had been sleeping in extremely comfortable warmth all night long. Now, a voice had found it's way to his little paradise. "Oy, yur not supposed'ta be here, git!" The cloak was his shaded one, alternating broken dark patches weaved chaotically across the entire thing would break his shape up during the night.....too bad it was apparently sometime during the day. He pulled the hood out of the way of his face to grimace up to a small, pot bellied man in a monk's smock. Ah, he'd been caught drifting already. That had been fast. The area behind the fireplace was gated with a small gate, and rarely did anyone come back here. With a grunt, he pulled at the thin chain at his neck, and was quickly rewarded with the tinkle of a broken clasp. With another, only slightly more awake grunt, he chucked the chain, and the ring that normally swung from it, at the man's face. "I can be here. Gib that to Eddie, and go away. She can even keep the damn thing, ss not like I need it." The man blinked, taking a moment to recover from being beaned in the face with a ring, before leaning down to pick up both ring and chain. He would have chastised the stranger further, but one look at the ring stopped him. While he didn't recognize the heraldry, he knew a noble's signet ring when he saw one. He licked his lips, before hurrying inside the temple to ask the Tidemother what to do. | |
| Darren Rea (Noble) | |
| Roleplay from Gwyn | |
| Message sent to Everyone in the vicinity of Upper Via | |
| The adventurer once again moves to the tree line, peeking out at the daimon army now just sitting in Upper Via. The bunny, while beautiful from afar is somehow the most intimidating thing Gwyn the silent had seen. The parade of humans worshiping it seem to dance in a myriad of colors sure to distract anyone from the horrors he had seen when the Zuma were hungry.
From the southeast, out of the mountains an older man approaches bearing a strange flag and wearing a military uniform that he didn't seem to be comfortable in. Pausing just out of reach of the Zuma, he planted the flag and gave a friendly wave and a bow. Gwyn did not know his history, or he might have recognized the Asylonian flag that once flew over these lands. He might have also recognized that the old man was actually a noble from the lost kingdom. Curious was that the man waited several minutes and then continued on his way, as if it were nothing but a casual hello to an old friend. Eyes. Once again, Gwyn tensed and darted back into the depths of the hills. | |
| Gwyn (Commoner) | |
| Roleplaying Event from Kettle | |
| Message sent to Everyone in the vicinity of Upper Via | |
| The rabbit had paused for some time, noting those who came and went. Listening. Watching. Eating. Lounging. Scratching. Defecating.
One human had approached and spoke of a time past, the human realms come and go in a blink. It had a vague memory, but was of little concern. The rabbit merely smiled politely and waved its claws a little. It did however let out a small chuckle at the mention of fireballs being thrown for miles. The time for pausing was over. The human had mentioned that someone waited in another region to discuss things. A loud screech echoed across the miles, and the brightly colored expedition upped it's encampment, and continued on their way. | |
| Kettle | |
| Report from Leander Keswick | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Tol Goldora | |
| Kettle is nearing Golden Farrow. She will be in the capital before the army can return. | |
| Leander Keswick (Viscount of Lavendrow) | |
| Request from Solomon Greybrook | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Tol Goldora | |
| Nobles Auron, Kenneth and Lovette,
In light of Kettle's advance, I ask that you garrison the city of Golden Farrow encase the worse situation, rather than come on campaign. This requires your military units to be present. While the Viscount may suggest that all is lost, I do disagree. Although it is not optimal, seeing noble commanders standing behind the walls will make the Daimon think twice. Regards | |
| Solomon Greybrook (Autarch of Tol Goldora) | |
| Report from Solomon Greybrook | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Tol Goldora | |
| Tol Goldora,
The Zuma ruler Kettle has arrived in Farrowfield. I have been granted special dispensation to travel through Eidulb to return to the capital. While it pains me that I have to leave the siege, it is for our cause. If the Zuma leader wishes to meet, I shall on behalf of Tol Goldora. Regards | |
| Solomon Greybrook (Autarch of Tol Goldora) | |
| Roleplaying Event from Kettle | |
| Message sent to Everyone in the vicinity of Tol Goldora | |
| A large procession of brightly colored humans and a few smaller Daimons enter the city. In the centre, standing tall above all the others, was the large, brightly colored fluffy rabbit known as Kettle. She glanced around as they all marched forwards, runners returning with details of the city as they make their way to the largest square they can find.
As the arrive, Kettle stands on her rear legs, nose to the air, claws reaching high, and lets out a piercing shriek. "We shall be waiting a short while for someone to come and address us regarding the situation that a messenger brought news of quite some time ago." The beautiful, high born noble female voice proclaims, "Someone inform us of our accommodations while we are here. I trust they are well prepared and stocked as you have had such notice of our coming." | |
| Kettle | |
| Letter from Mandolyn Aurelle | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Tol Goldora | |
| Greetings
Oh my... We are so screwed. Maybe the storehouses at the harbor can handle those daimons' size. Everything swept clean, soft drapes hung to cover roofs and walls, rugs and pillows aplenty for the floors, marmites to cook them meals... Now that I think about it, it should have been obvious, yet it didn't cross my mind that they would decide to stay! Best regards | |
| Mandolyn Aurelle (Viscount of Kybcyell) | |
| Report from Solomon Greybrook | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Tol Goldora | |
| Tol Goldora,
The Daimon Kettle has arrived in Golden Farrow. They shall be sheltered and taken care of in the grounds of the Royal Palace estate. I have instructed Priest Lionel to guide them there. I shall arrive by latest sunrise Sunday I hope. I am travelling by ferry so many things occur. Regards | |
| Solomon Greybrook (Autarch of Tol Goldora) | |
| Report from Solomon Greybrook | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Tol Goldora | |
| Viscount Mandolyn,
We are not in trouble. The Zuma shall have appropriate accommodation while they are here and will have access to the Royal Palace estate, which should emphasise the seriousness and appropriate nature of these talks. I hope they can understand they pardon my delay. Regards | |
| Solomon Greybrook (Autarch of Tol Goldora) | |
| Roleplay from Lionel Itausson | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Golden Farrow | |
| Message sent to everyone in Golden Farrow (7 recipients) - just in
Upon hearing the piercing screech Lionel rushed out from the temple and down to the square. He had heard tales of the creature, but seeing it in person struck fear deep into his heart. Lionel had never been one for confrontation, at times like this he sorely missed his older brother. Plucking up the little courage he had, he bowed deeply before the rabbit and addressed it: 'Our esteemed guest, though I am but a humble priest of the realm and scarcely fit to debate with you, I assure you our Navarch is riding back to the capital as we speak and will no doubt be here soon. In the meantime I can offer you any room of your choosing in the palace for you and your followers. Perhaps you might like the royal suite?' He remained knelt on the floor, hoping his words would appease the daemon for now. | |
| Lionel Itausson (Knight of Itaufield) | |
| Letter from Calypso Hwitt | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Tol Goldora | |
| Brethren,
Though I am loathe to give any aid to the daemon filth, in the interest of the safety of the people of Golden Farrow I of course offer the use of my estate should no other suitable accommodations be found. It is not extravagant, but is well stocked and equipped. Sincerely, | |
| Calypso Hwitt (Dame of Golden Farrow) | |
| Roleplay from Darren Rea | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Golden Farrow | |
| The man had never returned, so Darren had gratefully been sleeping on the wall of the Tidemother temple for days. The cool winter winds had started to blow over the harbor, and the night time temperatures had proven to be almost cold enough to get past his cloak, even supplemented by the warm wall that it was. He lounged on the wall, letting the warmth emanate deep into his bones. The stones also had the excellent trait of being able to scratch his shoulder blade, which had been itching like mad for the last two days. The wall could only do so much, however. Where would he find shelter for the winter? It wasn't far -
The screech cut through him, colder than then even the harbor chill. Kettle. He found himself upright, and halfway down the small alleyway nearly instantly. Fear shot through him, and he ran, and ran, and ran. Past shops, houses, taverns and guardhouses, he ran from the screech. His wits didn't catch up with him until he reached the Northern gate to the city. A breath, and he stopped, still shadowed in an alleyway near the gate. It was open, and people were moving in and out of it on daily business. He could run, right now. All he had to do was walk through the gate. Sweat dripped down his nose. No one would stop him, no one would even recognize him, dirty and haggered as he was after days on the street. All he had to do was walk through it..... | |
| Darren Rea (Noble) | |
| Report from Solomon Greybrook | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Tol Goldora | |
| Dame Celena of Westgard has chosen to observe the encounters with the Zuma here in Golden Farrow. While this is certainly spy worthy, if anything goes wrong, we have a clear foreign observer to explain. Regards | |
| Solomon Greybrook (Autarch of Tol Goldora) | |
| Roleplay from Lionel Itausson | |
| Message sent to Everyone in Church of the Tidemother | |
| Lionel watched as a crowd gathered in the wake of the rabbits passing, a sea of frightened faces who had surely heard legends of the demon, but never quite believed them. Perhaps now was the perfect time to deliver his first sermon? Stepping up onto the lip of the squares fountain, he raised his voice to the crowd.
'Good people of Golden Farrow, do not be alarmed! These demons may have reduced countless cities to ash and bone, but those cities were not blessed by the Tidemother! She will not let any of her children suffer at the hands of these void-abominations!' This seemed to do more harm than good, and many of the townsfolk ran away in tears - most likely off to pack their bags. Well, it had been worth a shot. Lionel began the walk back to the palace, surely someone there would be in need of guidance... 'You lose 1380 followers who reject your words and have lost their faith because of them' | |
| Lionel Itausson (Knight of Itaufield) | |
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