A Simple Request

[ayresalex 517]

Aedric stops as he hears her, his eyes downcasting on the floor. Aedric walks back to his previous position, and hears her out, when she finishes, he looks up at her, dead in the eyes,

"To take my house name in hand with Norsems, is a mistake. Aye- we're of the same blood, but our views on loyalty differ greatly. We're both decendents of Salex, leader of the infamous Norsemen of Aegis, our blood hasn't crossed since."

"I'm bidding you to give us a chance, a chance to match ourselves against the White Rose, if we prove that we're disloyal, feel free to strike the banners and rain hell down upon Stoneguard... The Ulfhaedyns take their vows to death, you can count on that. Our ways are ancient, and the Ulfhaedyn family has yet to break a vow or cross a friend."

Aedric becomes more bold, his heavy northern (scottish) accent thickening as he forgets his manners,

"We 'ave yet tu' see an enemy defeat us, and you can count that it w'eel nah' 'appen soon. We off'ah our swords, axes, an' spears to you, my king an' queen, again, I pray that you allow us 'dis chance fer the 'ouse of Ulfhaedyn to prove dere worth! Give us a task, an' you shall see it fulfilled an' more. We will nah' regret accepting our vows an' our swords under your kingdom!"

His fierceness remains in his eyes, Aedrics chest heaving up and down as he catches his breath, still smiling through his newfound adrenaline

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Patrick Horen steps from the shadows of the courtroom, his steel boots clicking off the stone, and a Gryphon on his chestplate catching the torchlight, giving a harsh and redish orange glint from the steel

He bows to the King and Queen

"Your majestys, tis an honor to be in your presence"

He smiles warmly, but falsely, for his mood was sour, and he rounded upon the Northerners, speaking in harsh tones

"You are your kind are scum, offering false hopes, and walking with a haughty and superior way. It has been twice now, I have been spoken to like a whelp by your kind" He spits out this last word, as if he was speaking to some foul creature

"You have no care for title, positions, only war and battle. You recruit anyone you see, approaching everyone in sight, with promises of money, armor, weapons, homes, and glory, but I don't see how you can offer any of that. All I see is some rabble that crawled from the pits to sieze their dead family's assets."

He paces around them, his word harsh, quiet, but seeming to resonate around the room to all ears with command in them

"You have insulted the Horen name, you and your ilk. Twice to my face, then ran off before I could even lay a hand on my hilt. You are all cowards and choose now to try and wrest land, claiming a dead traitor's lands."

He stands inches from the Notherner's face, staring into his eyes

"Go run off to a place where they tolerate scum, I hear Tarus' old lands are barren of people, and Torrhen will be glad to have more cannon fodder in his ranks"

He turns and stands by the the steps to the throne, facing the Northern rabble

[ayresalex 517]

Laughs, looking down,

"Someone havin' trouble with Mireton?"

[Dontbepissed 18]

Cynric Ulfhaedyn walks into the courtroom, his feet banging against the hard floor. He had heard the allocations of Patrick Horen. Hearing the words, he recognized the voice.

“That half-wit…” Cynric mutters under his breath. Cynric takes his place next to Aedric. “Ye‘…” Cynric stares directly at Patrick. “Yer’ insults to me an’ me family is all lies! Ye’ say I talk to ye’ like ye’s a whelp? Aye, I do now. I only asked if ye’ were interested in joining us as a huscarl, yet ye’ not give me a chance and spit in my face. Ye’ yell at me because of me blood, because of Norsem. Ye’ say me a traitor and a coward, yet ye’ were the one who went runnin’ off after ye’ spit in me face, wit’out given me nah’ chance to explain me-self. Ye’ be tah’ coward, runnin’ away jus’ tu’ lie about us. Wut’evah’ Norsem did, was nah’ ‘cause us. It were hes’ decision. Ye’ call us cannon fodder? Then wut’ be ye’?”

[Jacklick 3]

Thorin walks in behind his father and watches as Cynric denies the insults and explains himself in a not-so-civil way.

"Ah well, he was right, after all..." Thorin mutters under his breath.

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Patrick rolls his eyes at the rabble

"Mireton has more villagers than you have ancestors above the age of 35, because unlike wildlings, we don't scrape moss off of rocks ot survive, and had common enough sense to build our homes in inviting climates. And because of it, we have more food than our stores can carry, and more weapons and armor than you have seen in your life."

He scoffs at the uneducated northerner

[Dontbepissed 18]

Ah' ye' mad, we ave' ancestors that go back proudly' to Aegis. Ye' say we ah' wildlings, and build omes' in harsh climates. Well we du' su' tu' stay ard', not soft like ye'. We grow plenty a food, ah' stores ah' well supplied. Ye' say we ave' no weapons and armor to fill ah' shelfs, aye well thats cause wer' puttin' them on strong nothern men.

[Arkelos 1027]

Kyrals eyes widen as she hears him bellow in a rage, she clutches her scepter, slamming it down as her thick accent slips fully.

"Du ye zink meh ta be one ta no' give ye a tazk? Du ye zink me ta beh one ta ztand quietly an' ta zay fer ye not ta valk in tu ze White Roze'z baze? I ask ye ta talk fakin' politicz ta ze Rozez befer ya come ta me an' ze King fer land.

Ye 'ave heart, but do ye 'ave enough cunnin ta resist yer urges ta zlam yer axes into zere zroats? Ta rezizt ta urga ta no' ztab yer zwordz zrough zeir heartz? Do ye 'ave wha' it takes ta be a man of poloticz, den a man of war?

Du zat fer me, du no' inzite war, inztead, do az i di' viz Aeroch Nor an' Alraz, an' come back triumphan' or wiz nozing.

Ze can call zis, my challenge."

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

"We have better supplied armies than you, and our stocks are full of fresh new armor. We replace food daily, and the lowliest commoner, God bless his hard working soul, is fed three meat meals a day. If your men are so strong, and you are all so resiliant, how is it that Northern armies lost the North to the Undead in Aegis?"

Patrick waits a moment before talking again, letting that sink in

"You are lucky your dirty hides are allowed to grace His Majesty King James and Her Majesty Queen Kyral's presence. If I was a guard here, I would stop such dirty and foul smelling men from entering the palace.

Oren doesn't need, nor want bloodthirsty berzekers running around. We have little to no crime, and don't even need guards in the capitol because of it's loyal citizens. You could bring us nothing useful but as meat shields for braver, and more worthy men."

[Jacklick 3]

Thorin temptedly steps up to speak, but shies away. Thorin steps down and awaits Aedric's response.

[Dontbepissed 18]

"We have better supplied armies than you, and our stocks are full of fresh new armor. We replace food daily, and the lowliest commoner, God bless his hard working soul, is fed three meat meals a day. If your men are so strong, and you are all so resiliant, how is it that Northern armies lost the North to the Undead in Aegis?"

Patrick waits a moment before talking again, letting that sink in

"You are lucky your dirty hides are allowed to grace His Majesty King James and Her Majesty Queen Kyral's presence. If I was a guard here, I would stop such dirty and foul smelling men from entering the palace.

Oren doesn't need, nor want bloodthirsty berzekers running around. We have little to no crime, and don't even need guards in the capitol because of it's loyal citizens. You could bring us nothing useful but as meat shields for braver, and more worthy men."

*Bits his lip as Patrick Horen speaks, he bites so hard he draws blood. "Ye' say my ides' are dirty and ow' I shouldnt be er', well thats because of ah' ard' work, we nobles of ah' ouse' dont sit- *Is cut off by Thorin Ulfhaedyn.

[Jacklick 3]

Thorin's eyes bulge as he hears his uncle start to utter an insult. Thorin cuts off his uncle with a quick blow to the gut, and stares at Cynric meaningfully, hoping he had gotten the message.

[Dontbepissed 18]

Thorin's eyes bulge as he hears his uncle start to utter an insult. Thorin cuts off his uncle with a quick blow to the gut, and stares at Cynric meaningfully, hoping he had gotten the message.

*Grunts, and nods getting the message. He remains quiet until Aedric speaks.

[ayresalex 517]

"Tha' is what I shall do, my lady. People mistake us fer savages, and savages we are not."

Aedric points a finger to Patrick,

"Der's your barbarian, my queen, da' savage who provokes war..."

Aedric smiles, and lowers his hand whilst cocking his head, swiftly turning back to Kyral,

"We will talk to Wha't Roze, by the sword of me father, I do so swear."

With a confident grin, Aedric bows before the King and Queen, turns to leave, smirking at Patrick, giving him a sarcastic bow, and walks out the gates.

[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

"Oren doesn't need, nor want bloodthirsty berzekers running around. We have little to no crime, and don't even need guards in the capitol because of it's loyal citizens. You could bring us nothing useful but as meat shields for braver, and more worthy men."

Taking advantage of Arethor's lack of guardsmen, Bael jumps from roof to roof in Arethor and stopping to take the occasional piss on Throdo Therving's tavern.