1992. | Gemstones, Doorstoppers, and Sentimental Things.

[M1919 2298]

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The Sólvikingr, in a daring move, mustered a few good souls in the dead of night. Their stealthy footsteps through open doors and thin walls forged an opening for something devious: a whole throne was taken, a bold and unexpected act in response to the Balianite’s lack of hospitality during the last visit of the Northmen. A prized gem of a foreign land, it had been practically brought on tour of empty hills after a survey of the seaboards and rafts. After a short while, the fellowship gathered in GRENSE, the small town at the foot of Lemon Hill, which was assailed by brigands paid for by the enemy liege on the same day. 

 

 

Seated upon the throne were those of the Great Hearth. This is not yet a portrait. Perhaps you could change this?

 

A metallic beast guides the column, the wondrous mount known for its great strength and resilient caste of iron. It was kept upright by the sled and wagon it pulled behind, and the halt was momentary. A small crowd gathered, and the Norns provided treats and alms to those who had come forward and would receive them. After all, at least two of the royal vaults had been scavenged through and plundered, with such little reward found in any. Friends rejoiced, some even stood a bit confused, but the day was merry and who could there have been to refute?

 

A tragedy for the schismatic, and a defeat for the plotter - and in one day! Ah -woe!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Left behind in the vacancy of the throne was a poem, carved into where it once stood:

 

 

“The plump swine usually tend to squeal for vibrant things:

Lies of piety and loyalty, covered in the shadow of shameful queens and scandalous kings;

They even brag of great warriors, while ivory halls barely possess just one.

What melancholy! That within their walls are dusted banners cherished by none.

 

Chaunt of ferocity, lust for blood, but the pig is dressed in honeyed silk,

And from your shepherds have we only observed your bilk.

There is no doubt your line is cursed, mandated by GOD to be forever-rotten -

Shall we weep for you? Nay, on behalf of your sins that may never be forgotten.

 

So, we take this throne and other sentimental things, too,

Your palace is today a hollow shell of the bulwark you’d once knew.

This world is yet still sacred, the pain of such a generational loss to last but a moment,

The cheese has been stolen from the barrow of an ill-prepared rodent."

 

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Spoiler

 

 

odd place to make a bathhouse, but it was kinda funny.

 

 

OOC:

The poem is known.

Who did what is not, except for of course those who do know.

 

 

[ThatFunkyBunch 2818]

A fiend does the krug-shake with a group of various darkspawn as copies reach them and the bards already begin their singing.

[SethWolf 2340]

Siegmund meanwhile enjoyed the fruits of their little journey. The Balianese gift shop may not have been open, but such a thing didn't stop him from taking a souvenir! Perhaps he would dispense it unto his son, whom he loved dearly so.

 

[Laeonathan 5889]

A certain priest who knows grins widely as Conan dragged away the throne of Balian.

[Frostdrop1 1843]

Marus Weiss gnawed at his cheek nervously, uncertain as to the way the winds blew. Theft was surely wrong, and yet the church folk endorsed it so thoroughly. It all seemed to be pride, envy and wroth to him. Nonetheless, he had work to set about for the Grensefolk. His heart lay not with the bickering and woes of schimatics, but the plights on daily lives.

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10 minutes ago, SethWolf said:

Siegmund meanwhile enjoyed the fruits of their little journey. The Balianese gift shop may not have been open, but such a thing didn't stop him from taking a souvenir! Perhaps he would dispense it unto his son, whom he loved dearly so.

Reinhard, the beastly boy, grasped the rims of aurum as his blackened claws threatened to scratch it. He enjoyed his new trinket; he was a king.

[ichigomaster98 966]

The friend of Sybille wonders why she had not had them increase security for the vaults or throne room. Much more than that, they wonder why Balian is no longer a friend, and if their letter to Alex will ever have a response.