GloriaPreussens 798 Share Posted October 13, 2015 (edited) FThrough the Realm of Oren, riders would be dispatched to bear news wide and far that all Knights of the Realm are summoned to Felsen for a conclave of the various Gentry to meet and discuss matters personal and official. The followings are hereby summoned to above mentioned summit: Viscount Bryce Horen of VinmarkSer Drevin de SarkozySer Denis de BarSer Arthur RoswellBaron Athirius RokeThe August Ser Athirius Aulpes RokeSer Aster StonneSer Caspar de GueuxSer Brann of AshebourneSer Duarte de AssuncaoSer Drake of Nordwen God keep you safe in your journeys. Penned and signed by the Master of Chivalry, Ser Aulfr af Eklund OOC:Unless you were summoned by name, do not post here. Anyone summoned is welcome to post as they please. Treat this as IC at all times. Edited October 15, 2015 by XHipsterAtheistX Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
_Stigwig 1510 Share Posted October 13, 2015 The news had come by courier to the lands of Drusco, summons from Denis' former subordinate - a call for knights of the realm to gather within the metropolitan city of Felsen. He had saddled his steed and ridden due east from the fortress of Geldern Keep abreast of Ser Aster, the pair trotting beneath the great arch into the city and making their way to the summit. Denis had dismounted, handing the horse to a waiting page, entering the room that the gathering was being held in and offering a brief nod to Ser Aulfr, awaiting the arrival of the others. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stag 3234 Share Posted October 13, 2015 (edited) *Hal looks up to Bryce "Mr. Bryce. Am I to accompany you on your adventure?" The young page rocks onto his heels for a bit, expecting an answer as he smiles. Edited October 13, 2015 by BrandNewKitten Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
lawnmowerman 3040 Share Posted October 13, 2015 Baron Athirius Roke would be atop of a ashen-colored destrier, galloping behind the Ser Denis and Aster Stonne in the front, a stern gaze fixed upon his features. He'd tilt his head towards his squire, Wyn, that rides by his side, handing the reigns to him as they reach Felsen. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jonificus 2763 Share Posted October 14, 2015 Ser Caspar trots through the gates of Felsen on horseback, giving a two finger salute to the guards raising the portcullis for the stalwart knight. He follows the tracks left behind by his fellow savoyards, making his way to the rendezvous. Caspar slips off his gloves and tucks them under his belt as he enters the meeting room. "Sers." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
KIIWIKILLA 342 Share Posted October 14, 2015 (edited) Count Roswell moves with pace along the road to Felsen. He catches glimpse of the Imperial Palace over the top of the trees. He turns to his bodyguard saying, "We are close, William." He kicks his horse into a light gallop, slowing as he reaches the gates of Felsen. He dismounts his horse and hands the reigns to William. He walks quickly through the streets to the meeting point. Edited October 14, 2015 by KIIWIKILLA Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
mmat 7460 Share Posted October 15, 2015 Clad in a dull black suit of iron plate, the rider of a juxtaposing white destrier descended on the capital from the empty and almost silent northern road, eternally quiet but for the hooves of the horse. He reaches his hand briefly up from his horse's reigns and flicks the visor on his helmet up, taking a cool breath of air as his gaze graces the spires of the Cathedral and Palace; his horse barrelling through the north side gate as a brisk pace. As Drake reaches the meeting place he vaults from his horse and strides inside, removing his helmet as some gathered snow falls from his disturbed armour. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Duovultus 2 Share Posted October 15, 2015 At the entrance of the hall doors you would see see a man bearing a white tabard with a green cross, underneath he wears chainmail armour and a chain coif. Duarte bows his head in respect to the other knights there, closing into the table and quickly sitting down. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
dandan1350 479 Share Posted October 15, 2015 (edited) Smacking a plated hand on the roof of the carriage as he rose, Brann gave a nod to his fellow passengers the carriage had picked up on its travels to Felsen and a few farewell words before he paid his thanks to the driver and hopped off at his destination, the gates of Felsen. Tugging the shawl tightly round his neck he then hooked his thumbs within the confines of his leather belt strapped round his waist and strolled towards the summit with a mild pace. Eventually arriving the dirtied and aging man gave a silent nod to the few knights already gathered in the form of a greeting. Edited October 15, 2015 by Brann Marwood Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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