The Capture For Throdo Therving

[Divinus 179]

* You see various posters scattered throughout the area of Arethor, The Cloud Temple, and Mireton *

The posters reads:

"I, Divinus Von Xiphias, ask that the man by the name of Throdo Therving be brought to my presence. I ask that a letter be sent to me once he is captured, so that we may negotiate an exchange for him. I ask that he not be harmed, and that he be well fed, and clothed before his arrival."

"Oh, and the bounty for him is 30 diamonds ,so long as those rules are followed."

* The Poster ends with the signature 'Divinus' *

((This is only to be taken by people who have VA's For 2b, as it is considered kidnapping. And no, this isn't a troll post, this is serious Rp.))

[Anore 2015]

Grand High Lord Supreme Butler Wilfred Reginald Thomas Proudfoot walks down the streets of Arethor holding in his hands a meal he has prepared for the king. As he walks he sees the poster. His eyes open wide as he sees the reward. Without hesitation he drops the food and runs to his kitchen,

*Wilfred finds his finest wine from the Royal Cellar.

He quickly mixes more wine, enough to knock out the King of the Dwarves himself. He hands it to one of the maids, Jessica Star, and tells her to deliver this wine to Throdo, and wait for him to pass out.

Wilfred laughs to himself, "I will finally be able to visit that Goblin friendship seminar."

[Braehn Elendil An'Hiraeth 474]

*looks at one of the posters*

"Damn it Throdo...do I have to save you again?"

[argonian 14254]

Thomas reads one of the posters.

"So that's what this is all about. No wonder the Orc and the Dwarf are after him, 30 diamonds could set you for life..."

[mylimo7 409]

His lordship, Lord Throdo Therving sits in his office, lights are dimmed and many letters from peasants flock his desk. Soon later, a faint knock is heard on the door, "Come In!" Throdo replys. The door opens and while expecting someone else, he see's a young short peasant child.

"Sire. . I bring a piece of parchement for you. I- It looks important as it has big words," says the boy. The boy sadly cannot read any of the text.

"Yes yes, give it here, and here is some coin fer yer good time." says Throdo. The boy bows then leaves. Throdo reads the letter carefull and thinks to himself, "What tom foolary is this!? I shall have god smite thee, Divinus fer attempting this!" A few moments later, the butler's maid, 'Jessica Star' arrives to his office with a glass of wine. Throdo eyes the wine then looks back at the bounty.

"His Royal Butler Wilfred Pro- Proudfoot brought this wine as a gift," she says after entering the room.

"And what doth this wine be?" he replys after much thought.

She steps forward, "Greenshire, sire.." Throdo ponders at the wine, then remembering that Greenshire is the king's favorite. However, no simple lord could drink from this quality of wine..

"Very well, hand me it please," Throdo takes the wine from the maid and sniffs it. He looks at Jessica and then oddly he see's the butler whom gave him the wine smile oddly whislt walking pass the hall. Throdo looks back at the bounty and then holds the hand to his waist. The maid still stands there at the doorway smiling at him, which Throdo finds quite strange, "You may leave now," Throdo says with a hushed tone.

"I must collect thy glass. ." she says. Throdo looks to his glass of wine then nods.

"Take the wine, I do not want it, please," Throdo holds out his hand with the wine. "No no, I insist you /must/ drink this!" she says with a loud voice. She goes closer to try and force the drink down his throat, but she fails. Throdo shoves her away then throws the wine on the ground, making it sticky. "Leave now!" yells the old man. . She leaves in a hurry to Wilfred most likely.

Throdo hurries and brushes all the paperwork off his desk then opens the chests that lies underneath it. He takes his clothes from the days back in Galahar and puts them on and then his hood. He leaves with haste leaving the room in mess. He gets on his horseback and rides to a castle (Shall not be named to avoid metagaming) He rides for days and weeks then finally reaches the castle of his friend, *******. He shall wait there for untill his messangers give him notice..

[steelersfan1221 300]

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