Throne Room.

[Merkaken 516]

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[Sultan 3953]

Horen nods his head to Harrison

 

''Good Day to you, Master Harrison Geminine.'' he says in a clam cold voice, ''Tis a pleasure to have thee in our court. We know of this isle you speak of it is in the Duchy of Furnestock we believe, we advice you to speak to Duke Uthor Silverblade, on the matter and we are sure he would accommodate your desire if he does not then come to us again and we shall arrange something else for thee.''

[Sultan 3953]

Horen stands up.. ''Greetings, we welcome the Lord of Winter to his motherland, you are welcome to be of our liege men, the oaths of your father are yours we confirm upon you the title of Count, of the Crownlands set forth, and rally the men of Winter for they are needed in the coming war.''

[Dragonfly48 3]

Walks into the Abresi palace where she is currently living so she had no problems getting inside. Heads for her room when she notices the emperor. She remembers she had something to take up with him. She walks up to him and says:

 

Emperor. I realize you have shut down Kingston for the duration of the war. I would like to request it be reopened. If you are worried about its destruction then perhaps reopening it could prevent that. We can garrison it with soldiers and prevent any attacks on Abresi before they happen. Shutting down Kingston was hard on a lot of people and reopening it could be good for war causes and for common people who miss their homes and stores their. This is Aeda Hightower speaking.

[Garukumus 81]

Nigel curls his mustache in his fingers nervously as he walks up to the keep, admiring the grandeur of the place for the upteen time he has seen it. Once again he approaches the guards at the gate, as they once again ask for name and purpose. Though one should be comfortable with an experience after completing it innumeral times for the gate guards, not to mention the Rose checkpoint, Nigel stutters as he begins to answer, but quickly corrects himself in order to sound as proffessional as possible.

 

 

"I... um... I... My name Nigel Denims-Therving, son of Throdo Therving, and I wish to speak with the Emperor regarding the position of Malinor during this time of crisis."

 

The guards open a way between their spears, allowing a small passage for Nigel to move through and enter the grand hall of the keep. Nigel moves swiftly down the hall, forcing his hands behind his back in order to stop fiddling with his mustache.

 

As he approaches the throne, Nigel begins a bow with a flourish of his arm, continueing several more steps as he finshes it. He looks up with a smirk that doesnt quite match the confused look on his face as he tries to figure out the expression on the emperor's face. Apparantly not thinking it worth his while to trouble himself with the expression, Nigel finally begins his spiel.

 

"Your highness, or holiness, or whatever I might call your greatness, my lord, I wish to speak with you on the current relationship between the Holy Empire of Oren and our dependency of Malinor. As I saw in a note from an elf before it was so justly taken down by the Prince Henry, you have not yet appointed a representative to the natives of Malinor as was stipulated in the treaty they signed. They seem discontented with the current state of affairs between they and our great people.

 

It would be a shame if the natives of Malinor were not able to experience your splendor and goodness as the people of the empire do, and I think it high time a representative is sent to their council in order to ensure that our interests remain tied together. As such, I reccomend myself for appointment as the official envoy from your imperial majesty to the council and natives of Malinor, for the betterment of the Empire. I would be able to ensure that your will be brought to their attention, at least until the time that another member of a greater noble house would be able to occupy the position at your leisure. With the war going on however, I am sure you want the more iconic members of your court commanding troops. Until the time that they are free to serve in other capacities, I humbly off my services to bring Malinor onto the great ship of your destiny."

 

 

Nigel nervously waits for an answer, unable to contain himself from curling his mustache with idle hands.

[Ever 2648]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.