The pass of a Silvertalon

[dandan1350 479]

The pass of a Silvertalon.

((While my death isn't important, I still felt like posting this. If you wish feel free to reply here, little forum rp if anyone wants t'is what I intended.

PLEASE NOTE: DRALEX IS JUST PRESUMED DEAD. :3))

The courier raises his hood, the dark crimson of the Silvertalon's covering his robes as he jogs into the town square, darting through the normal citizens as they play their daily roles. The courier steps to the gates of Winterhall taking a second to admire it's beauty before pressing on only to be stopped by two guards. The guard's blades clank as metal meets metal the two swords clash together blocking his path, until one speaks.

"Halt... Business?"

The courier gives a curt bow, before whispering out the reply among his sharp, deep inhales.

"M-Message from, Dralex Silvertalon."

The guard eyes the courier, running over the young lad's features before giving a quick nod and following him into the hall blade still drawn. As the courier approaches fears begins to strike as he looks to Lord Artorus' sat atop his throne, clad in his steel armour, crown atop his head.

"M-My lord..."

The courier gives another curt bow, before waiting for permission to speak.

"What is it...?"

Artorus' asks in an annoyed tone, shifting within his throne to a more comfortable position.

"I... Have a message."

The courier clears his throat, before his voice booms around the hall echoing off the stone walls.

"For those who cared, or could be considered friends of, Dralex Silvertalon. I ask that you hear my words. I regretfully bring you this message of sorrow, to tell you of, Dralex's demise. He passed peacefully within his sleep although it is unknown how, or when he passed. I'm sorry for your loss if any feel it, I too was a close friend towards, Dralex."

The courier nods, before stepping back he awaits any questions with a calm pose and face. His hands behind his back with his feet shoulder width apart, he stands around many, bored, sad and happy faces.

Images flash through the couriers mind as he conceals a smirk, making sure it doesn't escape he thinks to himself.

"So... Now it all begins."

[Guest Grey]

((nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... dralex death... Gavin got nibbled on by a frost witch... this gettin' crazah....))

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