The Citadel
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"I've orders," said the Royal Guard, "to take that man and put him out of the keep! He's nothing but a lunatic."
"No, nooo!" Whimpered the old man, he had a crown of white hair and an oaken walking stave. "Please, don't let them take me! I've read the Manual of Greater Flame Wielding, I understand! Pleeease!"
"It's nonsense," replied the guard, "Scholars for the past three centuries haven't been able to re-discover the secrets of Magic. He's noting but a loon whose always trying to sneak in. Surprised he got this far." He humped, looking down his nose at the man.
"No, nooo!" Whimpered the old man, he had a crown of white hair and an oaken walking stave. "Please, don't let them take me! I've read the Manual of Greater Flame Wielding, I understand! Pleeease!"
"It's nonsense," replied the guard, "Scholars for the past three centuries haven't been able to re-discover the secrets of Magic. He's noting but a loon whose always trying to sneak in. Surprised he got this far." He humped, looking down his nose at the man.
Dragon's eyes shifted between the guard, then to the old man on the floor. He sheathed his weapon, but his gaze never lose its edge.
"The man comes with us..." He said simply and offered the man a hand then lead him to the room with the others, leaving guard confused. However, Dragon wouldn't leave the guard's company completely with a "We'll keep him out of trouble"
"The man comes with us..." He said simply and offered the man a hand then lead him to the room with the others, leaving guard confused. However, Dragon wouldn't leave the guard's company completely with a "We'll keep him out of trouble"
Andrew turned and walked back to his seat after Dragon took the man from the guards.
"Magic huh? I though magic died out aeons ago..." he said as he looked around the room trying to find someone to talk this over with, but not one of them looked very talkative.
"Magic huh? I though magic died out aeons ago..." he said as he looked around the room trying to find someone to talk this over with, but not one of them looked very talkative.
Is it too late to join in?
Name: James (surname unknown)
Age: 19
Appearance: 6'1" quite wiry, with light chain mail, and brown leggings, with leather shoes.
Hair Colour: Dark Brown
Weapons: Longbow and arrows, 2 small daggers for close combat
Parents: Father was a fletcher, Mother had no occupation.
Items: Small rucksack to keep any valuables in
District: The Terrace
Occupation: None
Name: James (surname unknown)
Age: 19
Appearance: 6'1" quite wiry, with light chain mail, and brown leggings, with leather shoes.
Hair Colour: Dark Brown
Weapons: Longbow and arrows, 2 small daggers for close combat
Parents: Father was a fletcher, Mother had no occupation.
Items: Small rucksack to keep any valuables in
District: The Terrace
Occupation: None
Martin lowered his bow and walked over to the old man "Can you really do magic? can you show us? please" he said, his voice full of wonder
Oh, no, quite all right. I'll introduce you in this post.1deano1 said:
IC:
The guard only nodded at him. The Old man stayed where he was, not responding to the questions of the others.
"Fine, but I hold you at your word, Dragon." With that, two more royal guard's came down the hall.
"Another?" Asked the Royal Guard they'd talked too. "Damn, we're bringing them in like corpses from the plague!" One of the guards shivered at the mention. Many had lost loved ones in the plague.
They lead James forward and then stopped, allowing him to walk to the door himself.
"Now the lot of you get in that door and stay in there, alright?" A loud, crashing noise came from the throne room. "What the hell?"
"GUARDS! GUARDS!" A voice boomed, as if resounding out of the walls rather than off them.
"For the White Keep! For the pure Citadel! For the King!" The Royal Guard ran off, leaving the group, the old man, and the new bloke, James, alone.
"I'm Martin. A hunter from the Terrace. Looks like you just missed all the excitement" said Martin cheerully.
He eyed the newcomers bow "You any good with that thing" he asked James, fingering his wn bow at the same time
He eyed the newcomers bow "You any good with that thing" he asked James, fingering his wn bow at the same time
"Andrew" he nodded without getting up, all this commotion annoyed him, he just wanted to get on with this. Although he wanted to know what was happening outside.
Is it too late to join? If not...
Name: Luke Daniels
Age: 23
Hair Color: Light Brown
Hair style: Long, unkempt
Appearance: Tall, sinewy build. Green eyes, shoulder length hair,leather and rabbit skin clothing, looks to be in his teens.
Weapons: Yew Longbow, A hunting knife
Items: a few coins, a small healing salve for minor wounds, flint and tinder.
Other: Knowledgable about the wilderness and how to survive in it.
Parents: His father is a hunter, his mother is a herbalist. Luke's father taught Luke how to fight for himself, as well as how to hunt small game and deer.
District: Terrace
Occupation: Hunter
Name: Luke Daniels
Age: 23
Hair Color: Light Brown
Hair style: Long, unkempt
Appearance: Tall, sinewy build. Green eyes, shoulder length hair,leather and rabbit skin clothing, looks to be in his teens.
Weapons: Yew Longbow, A hunting knife
Items: a few coins, a small healing salve for minor wounds, flint and tinder.
Other: Knowledgable about the wilderness and how to survive in it.
Parents: His father is a hunter, his mother is a herbalist. Luke's father taught Luke how to fight for himself, as well as how to hunt small game and deer.
District: Terrace
Occupation: Hunter
Nope, um, christ do I really have to do this a third time? Lol. With no guards to take you, we can assume you'd already been brought there...
IC:
Luke, who'd been wandering the halls awaiting an audience with the king for reasons unknown to him, stumbled across the party.
IC:
Luke, who'd been wandering the halls awaiting an audience with the king for reasons unknown to him, stumbled across the party.
Andrew smirked to himself, all of these hunters were trying to show up each other, but he didn't think they could need all of them if they were only going to pick up the "Varnished Font." Or at least he hoped they wouldn't need all of these heavily armed guys...
"Says he's a magic user," Andrew stated, "he's been cowered there since the guards flung him in earlier."