The Gathering Of Nobles.

[Sultan 3953]

The Gathering of Nobles.

The ravens flocked out of the Palace in Arethor going to each Keep, Castle and City in Oren to announcing that the Emperor is holding the Nobles gathering once more.

Hundreds of Knights in the company of there Lords, reach the location where the gathering is held to find, Horen Bannermen, are positioned to defend the location, they had made a circled fort made from trees that they had chopped before the fort the area is dug in to create a rampart with staked place to stop horse men and hinder movement, after you have entered the fort you find many bundled tents, in the back you see a the Imperial tent, fabulously made and decorated.

Once the Nobles enter, they find a large table in the middle, made from the finest oak carved to make beautiful shapes to the sides, on the table lays a grand variety fruits and wines, and bread, when all have taken their place they shift their view towards the Imperial seat and the three to its left and right, the herald steps forward and hits his staff twice onto the floor and announces. ‘’HEAR YE HEAR YE’’ His Most Gracious And Pious Godfrey First Of His Name Emperor Of Oren, King Of Renatus, Seventis and Hanstie Protector Of The Realm Defender Of The Faith, Imperial Crown Prince Horen IV, Imperial Prince Richard Of Horen Duke Of Pruvia, Imperial Prince William Of Horen and Imperial Prince Alexander Of Horen Duke Of Marna. They all enter after there introduction, and take their seats in front of the table, each onto his seat Richard sits to Godfreys Right, while his sons seat to his left.

(Please Roleplay that you are there, if you wish to roleplay your journey and receiving the letter and arriving roleplay it all in one post.)

[Alex_Pan 112]

Quintus passes through the circle of bannermen, nodding, and leaving a follower of his own amongst them. He continues, someone unsure, through the mass of tents. His anxiety subsides, however, when he sees the easily identifiable imperial tent. He enters the tent, to find few lords there. He greets each one, and takes a quiet seat at the near left corner. He looks around curiously at the other lords, unsure of what to expect.

[Snake Plissken 637]

Ser Athirius stands guard by the kings side, faithfully protecting him as always.

[steelersfan1221 300]

Duchess Helaine along with her husband, Duke Balian, take a seat and observe the others as they settle down. They are accompanied by Ser Edmond Brunswick, along with one of their sons and one of their daughters, Christienne Guivret and Maris Guivret.

[TeaLulu 1783]

The weather was rather uncomfortably humid as Barones Ari Hightower's private Caravan set out towards the tent gathering, from Arethor. She consistently waved a large, red and gold fan made of paper and lace towards her face, to keep herself cool.

"Really, a proper lady has no business at such gatherings, but it would be rude not to attend." She muttered to herself, one of her handmaidens nodding in agreement at her words. As they traveled the weather improved somewhat, allowing her to open the latched window of her carriage to observe their surroundings.

Due to...recent events, no expense had been spared to ensure her safety on these travels. Her carriage traveled strategically, between the bulk of the bannermen of Richard Horen, allowing her to arrive fairly early to the event. As soon as the tents were finished being prepared, she was carried inside, so as to keep her expensive dress out of the dust and dirt outside.

Stepping into the tent after the Horen family was announced, her presence as well was declared. She picked up the excess of her skirt in her hands as she neared the Emperor and his family, curtsying in a prolonged manner.

"Emperor Godfrey, Your Imperial Majesty." She spoke softly as she addressed him first, then she turned to Richard Horen, addressing him in turn. "Duke Richard Horen, Your Imperial Highness." She smiled softly at him, though quickly turned her attentions to the Emperor's sons, addressing each of them in turn with their proper titles. Her sight seemed to linger upon Imperial Crown Prince Horen IV for but a moment, for she had in truth never seen him before, yet according to King James...

She quickly snapped her gaze away, straightening her posture and folding her hands in front of herself, awaiting either the arrival of the rest of her House, or an invitation to be seated near one of the Emperor's house.

[Drelik 865]

Set Drelik Letholdus enters the tent, and his eyes dart around to all the snobs, he then spots a seat secluded enough for his tastes.

Sitting down, he kicks his feet up onto the table, and takes out a cigar, lighting it, he then mutters

"So's this about killin' Gawyn 'er what."

[jtringl 35]

Sitting within his manor, enjoying midday tea, a white dove arrives at the window. Standing up, Casimir goes to open the glass and removes the note from the dove's leg. Reading the note, he smiles and walks out to the balcony overlooking the town. He begins shouting out orders.

"Men and women of the Amedaius banner, today we shall set forth for a grand meeting with the Emperor. Tiburon, Helmjot, prepare the horses! Tanith, pack food and clothing for us. Galdor, ready the soldiers. Lilian, you can wait with me."

Casimir continues to watch as the town bustles with the excitement of travel. Turning back to his office, he collects his papers and straps on his shiny golden armor. He heads back outside and mounts his white stallion, Zephyr.

"And so we set forth! Mount your horses and be sure the wagon is secure!"

Casimir, riding a white stallion, and his two children Lilian and Galdor mounted on dark black horses, set off through the gate. With them are four armored guards upon horseback, and a horse drawn wagon containing their house servants and supplies. After a long trek, they arrive at the tent camp holding the meeting. Casimir begins to bellow out more orders.

"Soldiers, pitch the family's tent, one for the house servants, and one for yourselves. I am heading off to the meeting. Galdor, keep an eye on the men and your sister."

Walking through the crowd, Casimir comes upon the large imperial tent. He enters, greeting the other members of nobility, and takes a seat across from Quintus.

"I wonder what this is all about..."

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*Aerios de Vallark I sits, accompanied by his entourage of Knights and Lesser Lords, all in which are either stationed near the meeting or beside him. He bows his head to the Emperor and listens intetly, ready to begin the meeting.*

[Anore 2015]

*Grand High Ser Butler Wilfred Proudfoot, second of his name, High Chancellor of Butlery arts in the Empire gazes upon the grand feast of which he has prepared.*

*Mounds piled high of scrumptious delicacies which Wilfred has acquired during his years at the butler.*'

*The Butler grins as his name is called, he shoos the maids, in their kinky outfits, to deliver the meal, all this planning, and it is now time, the maids leave the kitchen carrying the food to the tent*

*Wilfred walks into the tent, admiring those who are eating his excellent meal, never has he ever seen a more respectful and well-mannered crowd*

*Wilfred approaches Master Godfrey "How is the meal, Master Godfrey?" unfortunately the Emporer was eating to much to answer.

*Wilfred sighs, after that long day of work, he returns to his kitchen, sits himself down and takes out an ancient book, one of the Emporer's favorites, The Story of Durp: Adventures in friendship.

[Mirtok 2853]

*The sounds of heavy footsteps echo throughout the cold halls of the Wachter Stadt keep. A mass of soldiers bearing the black cross file into Mirtok's throne room, singing an old war hymn as they form up in front of the Hochmeister's chair. Mirtok looks up from his normal studies and pans over the mass of Sariants. He slowly closes the book causing a small thump to emanate from the tome and he speaks in a low voice . . .

"What is it?"

*Dain comes to the forefront from the crowd and hands Mirtok a letter summoning him to a nobles meeting. The Hochmeister takes its and give it a quick scan before setting it aside and readdressing the Sariants in front of him . . .

"All right brothers, we make way for Capitol."

*The Sariants give out a cheer of joy at the announcement and they all hustle to the suit vault in preparation for their journey. Upon arrival in the city, Mirtok breaks away from his soldiers and goes to retrieve his Clydesdale from the stables. He arrives at the fort in a slow trot and descends from the large horse. Mirtok finds the correct tent and enters, noticing each of the members present he stands at the entrance and crosses his heavily armored arms and awaits the coming discussion.

[Redbaron™ 690]

*Lancel strides in with a Gladiant on either side of him, he looks around the crowd for a familiar face and spots his cousin, walking over to her he sits beside her talking about how Salvians laws should be passed. His two Gladiants stand behind him eyes straight in their red sashes around their chain mail.

[Sultan 3953]

Godfrey Twirls his, Imperial Dragon ring, as he looks around the tent, seen Ari enter and greet he smiles, and nods, and then turns to see his sons and his brother not knowing which one well take her to be his wife.

Godfrey face looks comfortable and rested, his hair, brushed and flows over his shoulders, his silk garbs made from the finest materials flow over the his High Chair, his hand goes and grabs his scepter its pole and handle made from the finest gold and sliver, while on its top, lays a large golden made head, with a Dragon made from gold resting ontop.

He smiles towards Mirtok, and takes a golden chalice presented to him by his butler, and twirls the wine a bet in it, bringing to his noise and smells the wine, taking in the aroma and then takes a sip, and lays his hand down.

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Aerios de Vallark I, dressed in blue robes decorated with white chevrons and stripes, once again bows his head deeply, rising it to smile to his Emperor. He then glances around to the other nobles, scanning for the reactions place upon their faces. His own shows that he is eager to begin the meeting and also reflects curiosity of what its purpose is.

[Sultan 3953]

(Please do not make one line posts, there rather inappropriate in a forum rp)

[Komodo 140]

Ser Woods makes his way in, his assorted pieces of armor filthy, a black bandanna replacing the usual crimson. He sits in the back of the room, shadows covering his face, and draws his dagger. He slowly fiddles with it, he looks about and takes in the surroundings, wonderding when would be a good time to get the attention of His Imperial Majesty.