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| Topic Started: May 21 2016, 05:41 PM (788 Views) | |
| UnitedMoreland | May 21 2016, 05:41 PM Post #1 |
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Useful information OOC THREAD The city of Lancaster was a buzz, it always was this time of year, the Feast of Mithras, the faith's largest festival, masses of pilgrims poured into the city and the market place and streets around it was throng with people buying goods and food for their feast the next day. The city was split into two parts, the residential area dominated at the bottom of the hill sprawling around all four sides, six roads headed up the hill to a large castle in which a small city within a city existed. Lancaster Castle, while a formidable fortress, was more of a Palace, large stone walls enclosed a large open space which was now being prepared for a jousting tournament, mistrals tuned up on a veranda from the rear of the Keep which was in effect a luxurious palace. The flags of various noble families hung on the walls, even those from outside the Kingdom of Ashworth had come as Lancaster was the closest city to the fabled Cave of Mithras. One of those winding her way up towards the gatehouse was Princess Anna, her fine blue dress fluttered in the wind as she sat side saddle on a fine grey horse, the bridal of the horse had a rope tied leading to the one on her elder brothers horse which plodded alongside her. "Thomas, what does the city look like" Anna asked her blindness preventing her from seeing the colourful sight below. "Its incredible" Thomas said quietly, "The people look like tiny insects below us, you can see bright colours moving in the streets and some smoke from cooking fires is drifting across the roof tops." he watched her close her eyes, it was strange Prince Thomas of Varnham thought as he watched her, she had been born blind but despite her world always being darkness she closed her eyes to imagine what those around her described. "We've reached the top" he need not have said anything, she could feel the horse level out and the wind change, she felt it once more as they entered through the gatehouse and a fanfare played. Up on the veranda Prince Lucas, the youngest son of King David III of Attaway walked out alongside their hosts the King of Ashworth. He had been sent here a week earlier to begin talks about the families becoming closer and had found King Saul to be a good host. He now stood a gasp as he watched the girl in the blue dress enter under the gatehouse. As King Saul began to descend the steps Lucas went with him, not out of any sense of occasion but merely to see the girl closer. She had dark black hair, almost like the night itself, her face was pale in comparison and her delicate features seemed to constant light up in smiles as her brother spoke to her. "Prince Thomas, Princess Anna, wonderful you could make it, such a shame your father couldn't" "He sends his greetings Your Majesty" Thomas said as he slid off his horse and bowed before the King, the two men then shook hands. "He would have come only he has gout" It was a lie, truth be told Thomas' father King Simon didn't trust Saul in the slightest, that was why he'd sent his least favourite son and his "cursed" blind daughter . Lucas had gone to the Princess and wondered why she hadn't looked at him as he approached. "Your Highess" he said as he took the reigns, her eyes seemed to search for him. "May I help you down." he extended a hand which was ignored. "Thank you but I can get myself down" she said firmly sliding off the horse and landing rather uneasily. Lucas extended a hand to steady her feeling the warmth of her pale skin. "Thank you" she said as she straightened herself, she seemed to look past him. "Who are you may I ask?" Lucas was slightly taken aback, after all he was a Prince of a royal family, surely everyone would know who he was, if not by his face but by his regalia. "I am Prince Lucas of Attaway Your Higness" he said formally. "Oh my" she blushed the colouring only adding to her allure. "I apologise, its a misfortune that I often do not know who I talk to with my blindness" Lucas felt ashamed that he'd not worked it out, only he'd never meet someone who was blind before. "No apology is neccesary my lady" he said, "Do you require assistance to find your way?" he asked unsure if he'd offended her. "Maybe a little, strange places make it difficult" she explained and he gently placed her hand on his as he guided her towards the verdanda. That was when it happened, a ping and a crack as a crossbow bolt rattled off the steps near King Saul, a few screamed and ducked for cover as a man on the battlements readied a second shot, guards sprinted towards him as men in armour surrounded King Saul and Prince Thomas. Without thinking Lucas had grabbed Anna and put her behind a sack of grain shielding her with his own body. The man got a second shot off but it pinged harmlessly against a guards shield before an archers arrow stopped him firing a third time. King Saul tried his best to recover in a dignified way. "I apologise" he said loudly to the nobles gathered in the square. "We shall search the castle and make sure no one is helping this man and find out what just happened." people began gossiping immediately as many hurried away to find somewhere safer. Lucas helped Anna up and felt a hand on his shoulder. "Thank you good sir" Prince Thomas said, "Any man willing to defend my sister is a good man to me" he extended his hand, "You're Prince Lucas are you not?" "Indeed Sir" Lucas replied with a small bow to the elder Prince. "Then Prince Lucas I am in your debt for defending Anna here, as such as a way of beginning to repay it perhaps I can invite you to dine with us, after all we've had a long journey." Lucas wasn't sure what to say. "Oh please Lucas, as a favour to me." Anna pleaded. "Of course" Lucas felt himself blush. "How can a man refuse a favour to a beautiful Princess" he said following the two inside. Edited by UnitedMoreland, May 21 2016, 05:41 PM.
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| Hawkwick | Jun 29 2016, 03:42 AM Post #21 |
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(Two week break, but we're BACK, baby.) The Eldengardian men grabbed the screaming Harbinger as he writhed on the ground clutching his cheek, bumbling out random insults and curses in his language. He had won the duel but hadn't managed to kill his opponent. Not that it mattered. Foreign forces interrupting a sacred duel for the Eldengardians annulled the duel. He hoped nobody in the future would ever exploit that loophole to get out of dying. And as he stare at Ragnar's figure getting smaller and smaller as his men dragged him away, he knew this wasn't over. Merely postponed. Fifty feet away, Ragnar grasped his bleeding chest, holding the hilt of the broken sword, but seeing the Harbinger descend into the distance, he dropped the hilt too. He turned to Anya and Adrian. Jenna had already gotten a white rag to soak up his blood. "Wolf..." he murmured. He was still filled with adrenaline, he quickly broke free of Jenna's grasp and ran over to his expired sibling. He sighed deeply, reaching over to close his brother's glazed eyes. "We..." he looked back towards the approaching Anya and Jenna and Adrian. "We can't leave him." he called out towards them as he reached towards Wolfgang's hand and pulled off his ring, and then up to his bloody neck to remove his necklace. Trinkets, to some. But memories nevertheless. He heard several voices from the crowd, and stood up. He heard a strange man addressing him, even if he was accented enough to omit the R from his name. He stood up slowly again, his wound stinging as he let go of it. "Who in the hell are you?" called out Jenna from behind him. "Not now, Jenna!" he yelled out, an order of magnitude louder than remotely necessary. Anya stepped up next to him. "Ragnar. Ragnar of the Snowy Shore. Er. Bastard of The Altberg Empire." he corrected, raising an eyebrow at the strange group. He hadn't traveled far enough to see his place of origin, but judging from his garb, he had no doubt that at the very least, it would be exotic. "And this here is Empress Anya Volukunov of Artstotszka." he said, introducing her, and gaining a stare from her. He gave Anya a momentary stare, locking eyes with his former lover, as she came up to flank him, before addressing the man in Morelandish. "Rarely is it that you see a stranger approach you and offer you help without expecting something in return." He looked down the street as the Eldengardians seemed to have decided to come up the hill again. "But very well." |
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