An Ultimatum

[_pok_ 1768]

Pok mounted Gijak with Bumbullaum resting on his back. He stared out at the great expanse of plains that lay between him and his destination. He grunted and turned to face the rest of his party, he made a quick head count. Ash, dub, gahk he counted in his head, studying each of his Khesig carefully. He turned back toward the early morning horizon and roared, kicking his bull as they rode off.

After hours of riding without rest, Pok and his band of Khesig stopped in front of the front gates of Salvus. Pok looked down to his belt where a large scroll was fastened. He patted it once with his right hand and rose from his bull. “Urara, Gragarn, Blaw, watch lat zelvez. Deze skahaz wyll du anyfing fer our ‘eadz.”

He placed the horned crown of Ugluk on his head, it rested slightly crooked much like any other crown he tried to rest upon his rather large skull. He admired the bits of wreckage and blood that lined outer Salvus before turning on his right heel and ascending the large stairway into Salvus. He looked around, noticing the open gate and walked into the city, his eyes scanning every building with a good view of the square. He tried to pick out any archers that may have their bows trained on his skull. After seeing none and his Khesig on either side of his body and behind him he walked around the gazebo and toward the keep. He walked carefully across the bridge to the keep and then waited for his Khesig to cross with him.

Pok groaned at the sight of another stairwell but continued, he was rather tired from the long day of riding. He waddled his way up the stairs and approached the gates of the keep. He looked through and saw the King sitting on his throne meeting with some men he didn’t recognize.

He wondered if anybody had informed the King of his presence in the city but it did not matter to him if anybody had. He raised his right arm and knocked on the gate twice.

He waited for a response from the inside.

OOC:

Please, if you have no place being here at the Keep do not comment.

I would assume there would be peacekeepers in the area as well.

[DecoLamb 959]

[[Damn your white text... stupid android..]

[Wolf Druid Ouity 1461]

Ouity is surveying the view from the fairground nearby. Looking up from his grotto in the distance, he sees Pok, recognizing him from his brief encounter, and silently groaning, imaginging how horrible his day could be about to get. He silently makes sure his axe is loose in its scabbard, and begins edging toward the bridge, not knowing what's going on, but content not to find out.

[TheRedNinja 30]

**Sits in his throne reading over reports and paperwork as he speaks with his commander and assistant. Two Ordinators stand in front of pillars near the throne, they notice the Orcs nearing the gate and place hands onto the grips of their swords, they look to the King as the lead Orc knocks onto the gate.**

**Stands setting the books onto the table and looks to the gate, he pulls his sword slightly before speaking to the two guards.**

Orcs *he chuckles*, Let them through, if he wanted a fight, he wouldn't have knocked.

**A Ordinator walks to the counter weight and moves the gate with a screech, letting the orcs into the palace.**

[_pok_ 1768]

Pok nods to the Ordinatior who opened the gate and walks through, he grins as he walks toward the throne standing about six feet away from it.

"Ug Kyng ob Sharaz, Edwin. Ah am 'ere tu dizkuzz zumting wif lat, zumting /vereh/ impurtant."

He pauses, turns on his heel and puts two fingers between his tusks. He lets out an ear-splitting whistle that some say could be heard all the way in Alras. He grins as two of his finest messenger bulls hobble their way into the throne room. He leans over and pulls out a small notebook. He mumbles something in the first bulls ear and writes on the paper, Syrio, join me here in the Keep of Solace. Be quick. ~P. He sends an identical note to Godfrey of Renatus Your Majesty King Godfrey, join me here in the Keep of Solace. Be quick. ~P. He turns back to face Edwin as the bulls ride off. It should take them a few hours to find their targets, if they move quickly.

"Zu, ah am waitun' un zum bruddahz tu arrive, doez lat hab aneh where wi kan zit? Zumwhere.....quieter?"

[TheRedNinja 30]

**Waves off the assistant and nods to the Orc, he heads for a door with the Orcs, two guards and commander in tow. They head up a flight of stairs and down a hallway to a meeting room, the Ordinators stand guard at the doors. Edwin moves to the large table and quickly flips over some maps and documents, he pulls a dagger out of a map leaving a large hole where Renatus should be, he hands the dagger off to his commander and sits. The commander waves his hand and the assistant comes into the room, the commander whispers into his ear and he sets off picking up the maps and papers within no time his arms are full and he leaves the room not looking back. Edwin smiles slyly**

So now that we are in private what matters do you with to speak of.

[_pok_ 1768]

Pok leans over the table, resting on his right elbow. He looks around the room making sure none are around to hear them. He stares Edwin in the eye.

"Eh, w'ere am lat cydur? Zu rude lat shara am. Nub gibin' ah 'ard wurkin' Rex ah skahin' cyrdur."

Pok leans back in his chair and maintains eye contact with Edwin.

"Ah gruk dat mah bruddahz be 'ere zuun. Untyl den, ledz relax agh hab ah hozh dinnur."

He reaches down towards his belt and finds a small leather pouch sitting on the left side of his hip. He rattles his way through the pouch until he feels the rough and dry texture of Jutra-made beef jerky.

"Lat eba hab diz befur? Ah onleh eba ged id wen Jutra maykez id. Ah lub diz ztuff. Laztz lung dub. Ah tink lat wuud lyke id."

Pok takes a bite of the jerky then gently tosses the rest to Edwin.

"Enjoy dat, Kyngeh."

[HappyShackles 886]

A figure cloaked in brown, his face concealed all but his gentle lips that moved with silent mumblings. He groaned gently as he looked up from his place within the empty bakery to see through the window, Rex Pok step center into the square and look over it. He scratched his head curiously, unsure of what to make of it.

"Is he mad...?"

The cloaked figure's plain leather scabbard held a long sword at his hip, his cloak fluttering as he shifted from his seat and opened the door, watching the Orcs move along with a raised brow beneath the shadow of his ragged hood. He nodded as he noticed that Pok had more than just himself; and admired the group of racially-attuned warriors.

He beckoned a Syrila, Ashur, Keziah, Kilopo, Velarin and Mayethill to follow him as he decided to take a step outside of the building, and then move after the orcs as they moved up to the bridge and crosses to the Keep a minute after they had. He makes his way up the steps slowly, stopping for the two Ordinators.

[TheRedNinja 30]

**Nods to his steward and looks back to the Rex**

Then we shall wait on your comrades to arrive.

**He leans over the table and takes the beef, he places a corner into his mouth and nibbles a chunk noticing that it is much more tough then anything he is used to.**

It is very good.

**The steward returns with a tray of ale and assorted food, while he is placing the tray onto the table Edwin quickly shoves the jerky under some papers and smiles as he pretends to eat the rest.**

Help yourself, if there is anything you need just ask and my steward will find it for you.

**Leans in taking a mug of ale and a small fried fish, he leans back and eats keeping his eyes on the Rex**

[_pok_ 1768]

Pok grunts as the steward rests the food down on the table. He reaches out for the ale and hoists it in the air. He chugs it quickly and sets it down on the table. Pok moves his hand to rather large piece of pork and raises it from the table. He nibbles on it as he talks.

"Zu, 'ow am lat duin' deze muunz? Moztleh wurrehin' ah wuud gruk. Ah meen, lat am unda de threat ib totawl annihalatiun."

Pok turns his head, waiting for Syrio and Godfrey. He eyes the door for a moment then turns back to face Edwin.

"Ah gruk dat lat wyll faze lat maka zuun enuff doh. Zu, wub wuz wif dat dagga un dat map ob Asulon."

[Sultan 3953]

Godfrey after receiving the letter summons some of his most loyal, advisers. He looks around him, noticing there faces, The Prince Archbishop, Prince Richard, The Duke Of Westfall, The Duke of Corpathia and Duke of Furncestock.. he speaks.. ''What is the meaning of this letter?, Eh.. Well then it seems we shall attend to see what is wanted of us.'' He stands from his throne and starts to walk out, his advisers follow him. The squires bring there steeds as they mount and start to ride out. A retinue of fifty knights follow them.

Arriving outside of the city, he commands thirty of his knights to remain outside. The Rest follow inside, he unmounts his steed down the hill and moves towards the palace. He looks to his right and left eyeing his advisers as they are few steps behind him in a show of respect. He orders most of his knights to stay outside as he enters with his advisers and two of his most loyal knights.

He makes his way down to the meeting room, his knights move forward and open the doors for him. He looks onto the Rex and The King.

He quirks his brows for a moment, bring his left hand to his growing beard coming threw it. ''King Sheffield, Rex Ugluk, greetings I am most delighted to see both of thee in health may thy lives be long and fruitful.'' Godfrey looks back to Pok. ''Why hath thee sent word for me?'' He remains standing awaiting Poks answer.

[_pok_ 1768]

Pok turns from his chair and nods to Godfrey.

"Throm'ka Kyng ob Shara. Ah hab kalled lat 'ere diz muun tu dizkuzz de future ob diz shara'z natiun."

Turns and eyes Edwin for a moment, a small wicked grin comes across his face.

"We muzt wayte foah High Kyng Syrio tu arrive."

Leans back in his chair and pulls out a seat for Godfrey.

[HappyShackles 886]

Hearing yet another group approaching, their feet against the wooden bridge, Lorethos turns. With great curiositiy he eyes Godfrey approaching with a small group. Lorethos guides his entourage out of the way of Godfrey and his advisors and knights. He attempts to slip in after them, his cowl pulled back to reveal himself. Ordinators stop him as Godfrey enters the chamber from the throne room. He grunts in front of them.

"Forgive me, eh... Ordinators. If I may follow..."

He motions towards the door. Quite obviously Lorethos' plan to meet with Edwin has been overshadowed by Pok's initiative. After seeing messengers run off when Pok first arrived at the Keep, Lorethos can only imagine one of them was destined for him and went to seek him out in the Silvermist Forest or perhaps Aegis Keep. The other one must have been sent for Godfrey. But why not a third for Syrio? Perhaps one of them was carrying two notes? Lest... Pok sought that Lorethos' nationless word was unwarranted in such talks?

Lorethos swells with doubt. I started this. I made this. He fills himself with a clouded sense of self-importance, doing his best to convince himself that without him, nothing would have changed. That little... Disrespectful green-skinned... Lorethos takes a deep breath, standing before the Ordinators. Perhaps Pok is right not to send for me... But I'm here nonetheless. However useless I am; I did start this, I'm going to be there for it's finish.

[Nico 121]

*Nicolas Silverblade takes a seat near King Godfrey after making a slight greeting to the Rex, "Pok it has been a while...." Nicolas then waits patiently for High King Syrio to arrive.

[Zebanamana 410]

Zibaen Vivyaen Duke of Westfall follows the entourage of King Godfrey into the Castle of Solace. His cane methodically beats against the floor as the enter into the meeting room. Most peculiar indeed. The elder man carefully took a seat beside Duke Silverblade. ~Heh, Nicolicious Silverblade.~Zibaen chuckled slightly at the mishap with official Documentations containing the Lord's name.

With a slight smirk his gaze turned to Poker and his towering form then to King Edwin who looked near on a shade to his brother Edmund.

(I would do more but I am away from the computer :( )