Throne Room.

[Wavejammers 328]

*Erien gives a gentle nod to the scribe, and says in an clam tone, even though he is shaking in fear: "I'm Erine. Slav-.. Servant of the Nobel house of the Whitestorms. And also citizen of the peaceful town of Maple Port. I would like to talk with the great king of Oren" The scribe emotes Erien to enter the Throne Room, and Erien, still shaking, walks into the room, with a snow white pigeon sitting on his finger, in front of his heart. Erien takes a long letter up from his pocket, and begins to read out loud:

I'm Erien a Halfling boy,

Trying to stop your killing for joy.

I'm citizen of Maple Port,

And mark my words it's not a fort.

Though I'm only a slave boy,

I am NOT the Whitestorms servant toy.

I've come to stop this madness today,

And we (Maple Port) don’t want to suffer decay.

If you want me to stop whine,

You've got to stop this time.

Let us live and you'll get honor,

Or else you will die in a lonely corner.

You don't have to let us go,

But we have a lot of support through.

And if you have to attack us through,

Let the kids and women’s go.

I am Erien a Halfling boy,

And Maple Port will not feed your joy."

Erien just stands still, and waits for The High King Godfrey to answer back, still shaking in fear.

((It's hard to write poems with proper grammar!))

[Archmage_Cataris 622]

*Cataris conDoin makes his ascent to the Black Keep on foot, maneuvering past the Plague Blockade and the gathering of nobles, knights, scribes and peasants. Alongside Cataris stands several others each of them wearing an assortment of robes and padded clothing, varying in colors from crimson and yellow to emerald green and gold. A man in a green, gold and black robe with a pointed circular green hat holds in his hand an iron chain, at the end of it is a slave Kharajyr in rags. Approaching the door his group is stopped by the scribe and knight, looking them over and judging him roughly by Cataris' appearance and attire, he simply wears a green loincloth and a loose gold vest, wearing around his ankles, studded leather anklebands and wearing studded leather wristbands around his wrists, whilst around his waist he adorns a large studded leather belt, his hands and feet are covered in a thin stone layer, working as gloves and shoes. After a word with the scribe, he is bidden entrance, he turns a corner to enter the Throne Room, after a time he and his group are given time to speak.*

"Your Majesty, King Godfrey, He whom be the True Heir Of Oren"

*Cataris bows deeply, then stands upright, his old wrinkled face crinkling into a large smile, his thin lips a rosy pink whilst his skin is pasty white. He has a thin wisp of hair circuling his round bald head with a small string of facial hair on his chin*

"I, Cataris conDoin, have come before ye' to swear allegiance to the True King of Horen's people, King Godfrey. I am the Arch-Battlemage of the Lu Teng, we are a group of Battlemages that hunt down Rogue Mages and those whom pose a threat. I wish to serve ye' and thine people's. I wish to work under thy Majesty's command towards these goals, though I wish to maintain command over the Lu Teng and their training, alas, I will command them but you will command me. I also may have news to give thee, if you will me to speak it."

*Cataris finishes speaking, bowing his head in silence, waiting upon the reply*

[Sultan 3953]

Godfrey looks, towards Ferror and listens to his words slowly he rubs, his chin for a moment a Knight under who? Duke Tarus?, and you are welcome lad to stay and rest in our lands, and I accept your vassalage though you must swore the oath.

Looks at Cataris, raises his brows.. ''Cataris.. How are you even alive...?''

He takes a wine glass and sips it his eyes looking at him sharply.

[Archmage_Cataris 622]

*raises his head, watching Godfrey carefully*

"Perhaps you know of my history? If so, I was never truly Undead, simply a Lich under their command, my soul imbued in a phylactery, upon my demise in the Whispering Isles whence my body was destroyed, my phylactery survived, my soul still anchored to Aegis, Lucas Black took me with the ships across the seas to Asulon from where I corrupted a moronic man named John, I took over his body and found a new body of my own, I simply took it and here I stand, once more. I prefer not to get into too much detail and bore thee"

[Sultan 3953]

Nay thou doth not bore myself, thou say that thou take a body that is not thy own? So art thou vile? How doth thou live normal doth thee eat, bathe and so forth and so on?

Have thou heart been cleansed of thy evils, and sins?

*Brings his lips inward, rubbing his tongue onto them, as the pop out of his mouth.

[Archmage_Cataris 622]

"Cleansed of my evils and sins? Perhaps, my old body is destroyed, this is a new body, a new life. To maintain this body I must eat, bathe, drink, as with any other body."

[Sultan 3953]

What I mean is do you still seek the destruction of this realm? Do you still serve the Dark Lord?

[Archmage_Cataris 622]

"Nay, the news I wish to tell ye' is that I be currently working alongside a select few Ascended in the attempts to hunt down this Oracle Malstar and put him to an end. I seek only retribution."

[FORƎST 1312]

Braund pulls his goggles off of his eyes as he walks into the throne room. Pulling down his hood, he walks inside just in time to hear Cataris. Braund leans heavily on his cane, thoroughly disgusted by Cataris' explanation. He waits for conDoin and Godfrey to finish, resisting his habit of tapping his cane to the floor in impatience. Even a vile creature such as this shall receive his patience if the King wishes to speak with him.

After the two have finished their conversation, Braund steps forward, bowing his head to the King.

My Lord, King Godfrey of Horen. My name is Althaas Braund and I come to you an old man, unable to make a good living from my old hobbies of brewing and alchemy. I seek to help in the reconstruction of Arethor. I believe that I do quite well with architecture, and am quite capable of following orders, instructions, blueprints, and the sort. I am able to read and write, and know quite a bit on the structure of buildings. A few improvements on my behalf, and your people's homes will be able to withstand nearly anything this land throws at us. Be it angry mobs, magic, or beasts who make the sky itself their domain.

I am also capable of brewing ales and tonics, if my lord wishes. I do not claim to be able to cure plagues and treat those at death's door, but I am able to releave pain and symptoms, deal with poison, and get even a dwarf drunk off of the stool on which he sits.

I do not ask for much in return, perhaps an account in the bank, and a small amount of mina as pay for my services. Enough to be able to purchase a home and move out of 'the slums' in a reasonable amount of time.

Braund Raises his head and steps back, waiting for Godfrey's response.

[Sultan 3953]

Looks at the old man that just came in into the throne room, he listens closely to what the man says he smiles, a nods.

''Very well then I shall find a position for you.''

Looks back at Cataris.

''I see very well then''

[FORƎST 1312]

Many thanks, my Lord. I shall get to work as soon as I hear word that my services are required.

Braund turns on his heel and walks out of the throne room, leaving Godfrey to the legion of farmers here to discuss their taxes. He pulls up his hood as he walks past a group of knights, wondering if any of the shops here sell the more refined glowing dust he'd seen in Alras...

[Idioticozzy 66]

*sighs, bringing his head down, and thinks up an oath to swear, he finally thinks of one, and begins to speak*

"I, Ferror Roberts, son of Ser Oscar Roberts, swear to uphold your rule to power, to protect your people and your borders with either sword or word. I swear to protect you and your royal family, and I swear to fight for you untill my last breath, when my duty is done, and my oath is broken. That is what I swear to you, now, sire, what do you swear to me?"

*Ferror Looks up into the king's youthful face, pondering what he will next say*

[Aelu / Rel (Combustionary) 1540]

*Relgard Sintel speaks in the usual fashion for talking to a king, kneeling and speaking softly, he begins to speak*

Your Majesty, I am here to inquire about the lands that Bowshire has been moved to. Many of the citizens are growing restless, and now that I have agreed to the terms, I would like to ask what time would you find preferable to have us begin our move. If it is preferable to you, a map showing our new lands would also be of great help.

[the GOAT of the craft 606]

Rhazev shoves his helm onto his head, striding through the gates to the keep and makes his way to the Throne Room. He kneels before the King, and rises once told. He begins to speak;

Your Majesty, I wish for you to put my mind at ease. Many moons ago I was Knighted by His Excellency, Baron Redbain Adelban, and became the House Knight for House Adelban. It has also been many moons since I have heard from the Baron.

Rhazev pauses.

Please, Sire, excuse my stuttering. I simply wonder whether my Knighthood is legitimate or not. There is also the case of my race.

Rhazev pulls his helm off, revealing the face of a Dark Elf. He bows his head awaiting an answer.

[Josh △ 87]

Gileuruth Caelaron stumbles into the throne room, wearing moderately fluffy clothes. He notices as he speaks he starts to sweat around his hair, and speak slower:

"Your majesty the great, I have seen and heard your calling for a lord advisor, for your everyday needs. I have come to honor and take the job, to help his majesty in the best possible ways as I can."

Gileuruth stands firmly, and waits eagerly for the king's response.