Daubeny Family/Aeron/A Scroll of Black and a Call for Aid

Roleplay from Aeron Daubeny Player experience level: experienced Player play preference: rp Message sent to all nobles of Tol Goldora (38 recipients) - 9 days, 14 hours, 9 minutes ago A Scroll of Black and a Call for Aid

Today was a good day Aeron thought as he got dressed into a simple suit. The Wedding would be soon and maybe he might get to dance with Corna. He walked down to the kitchen and got a delicious breakfast of buttered bread, bacon, spinach and goat's cheese. He drank a cup of tea with his breakfast as he poured over reports and letters. Glad to see nothing that needed his immediate attention he stood and left his town-house.

He casually jogged down to the beach, he found it helped clear his mind and get his body fit to jog of the morning. He made it the beach within twenty minutes, just in time to watch the red glow of the sun rise over the horizon. He smiled as the sun began to rise and bath him in it's light.

He sat down upon a large rock near the waves and began to draw the landscape in his journal, he heard the sound of metal boots crunching of the sand and turned to see who was approaching. His smile faded as Captain Dirlen approached, the man's face was pale and sorrowful.

He reached to his belt and Aeron felt a twang of fear rush through him as the Captain pulled a Black Scroll from his satchel and held it out to Aeron. The young Daubeny paused as recognition lit up across his face before tears began to well up in his eyes. He shook his head and stood, stepping away from the Captain.

"Dirlen, please friend, not again. It...It cannot be." He turned away and shuddered. "No, not again, this can't be happening again." The young Daubeny was shaking, his eyes were panicked and frenetic as he shook his head. "Surely you jest, that can't be a real one, that would mea-."

Dirlen's voice brought reality crashing down upon Aeron as he interrupted the man's rambling. "A Daubeny is dead." Aeron froze, his breath a sharp exhale as he turned to face the Captain. Aeron closed his eyes and allowed a tear to fall freely, he took a step forward and held out his hand. "Give it to me Dirlen."

The Captain handed the scroll to Aeron and the young man foudn he could barely lift the scroll as if it bore a weight a thousand men could not lift. He wondered that if he didn't open then maybe it wouldn't be true and everyone would be fine.

He slowly cracked the golden seal and unfurled the scroll, he read it slowly...methodically and soaking in every last horrid detail within this accursed scroll.

Hail Sons and Daughters of Moon and Sun,

Stars have Fallen, to take their place in the sky above.

News has reached the council, all military units belonging to the House of Stone and the Northern Guard have been eliminated, Lady Marshal Johanna Stone is now confirmed to have been lost, her warriors tasked with the defense of Northwatch have fallen and the Great Enemy have overrun Stonepass.

Chief Ranger Aerin Halfdawn Daubeny and Captain Daimian Halfdawn Daubeny were deployed to shatter the enemy and secure the pass, reports have come to the Council informing us that the Eighty Outriders and Twenty Six of the Rangers sent to the mountain pass have been killed. Captain Damian fell in the battle and Chief Ranger Aerin has been declared comatose.

As tradition dictates Prince Aeron Daubeny, Lord of Silver Fountains, Commander of the Dawn Guard of the Silver City, Son of Holden Daubeny, is now Lord Commander of the Isle, the Prince is now tasked with acquiring additional soldiers to join the defense of the Isle.

May the Ancestors watch over us in this time of uncertainty and may Aeron's light guide us forward. 

The Fates Protect

Aeron stood still for a moment as he read the scroll, Johanna...Aerin...Damian. Gone. He looked to Dirlen and the Captain clearly knew what had been asked of him, he knelt before Aeron. "My Prince, what is your orders."

Aeron stood there, looking out towards the rising sun, no longer feeling it's warmth as clouds came forth to smother it's warmth and light, in a quiet voice thickly laced with uncertainty he answered.

"I don't know."