The Search For Baelish.

[Tsuyose 3285]

Daniel strolls down the small, winding gravel path as he heads to Adorellan’s golden and crimson tent. Clad in his usual Lion armour, nothing different about him. He lets out a metallic chuckle as he clutches a small parchment in his gauntleted hand. He looks around the camp, passing a few more tents as his eyes catch one of the talons ‘Ironclad’ looking past the calm seas onto the horizon. His plain, emotionless mask simply starring. He shakes his head as he’s dragged off course, he picks up his pace. As his boots dig into the gravel leaving an audible sound around the camp, Adorellan’s ears twitch, looking up from his small desk.

Daniel moves a gauntlet to the tents flaps, slowly pulling them open he steps into the tent; he tilts his helmeted head down to Adorellan. Adorellan sits there in his crimson red, plated armour as per usual sending a chill down Daniels spine as he looks and the intricate smithing work and fine plating. Gripping the parchment still rolled up in his gauntlet he lets out a deep sigh before stepping forwards once more.
Adorellan slowly raises an eyebrow curious to Daniels movements, he speaks a single word before looking down to the papers scattered across his desk.

“Speak.” Daniel lets out a stern nod. Slamming the rolled up parchment onto the desk.
“A list of every compiled Baelish we know to be alive or at least presumed alive. Including their vague locations.” Daniel speaks quickly his voice a metallic echo from his helmet. “I wish to ride out with the Talons and track down all Baelish, confirming their current status.” Daniel gives another nod as he looks down to Adorellan for a reply. Adorellan simply grunts to Daniel still looking to his papers.

“Granted.” With that, Daniel gives a mock salute and walks out the tent he breaks into a fast march along the wooden bridge connecting the two islands, their on the other island stood 6 strangely dressed men: Phoenix, Shrike, Wolf, Lil’ Sam, Ironclad and Manticore. The Talons that serve House Baelish when the time arises, the muttered chatter slowly quietens down as Daniel approaches the group. Phoenix clad in fierce small sections of plate and a dark red and grey trench-coat steps forth from the group. His emotionless, iron mask lying simply on his face as he moves to speak he first clears his throat before producing a drone, metallic rasp of a voice.

“Nephew… Do we have permission?”
Daniel simply nods as he steps to his horse without a word, raising a foot into his stirrup he hauls himself up and slides his other leg over the horse. The six Talons follow in without question, all readying themselves atop their steeds. Daniel grips his reigns with a grunt before digging his heels into the horse’s barrel chest, sending it off into a trot. With that the 7 set out to find the lost Baelish and bring them back into the light once again.








*** After several days of travelling the group meet their end as they reach the crossroads which would hold key to separating the talons in their search effort. Daniel emits a sigh as he yanks back on the reigns of his horse, ignorant as the rain hurls down onto his metal armour, droplets running down the plate as if it were a race. The horse abruptly stops as Daniel turns to face the group.










“Talons, ye’ know your mission, ye’ have your information. Ye’ have your locations. Now do us a favour and go and find those, Baelish… Eh?” Daniel lets out a chuckle as the Talons respond in unison.

“Aye’! For  the’ Baelish for the Talons!”

With that they begin to break into their assigned groups, Phoenix and Shrike to the left heading to the Elven Isles, Banshee and Ironclad were to turn around and return along the path towards the dwarvish lands and Wolf and Lil’ Sam would head right to the wilds and uncharted lands. Leaving Daniel to head onwards on his own in search of his brethren and sisters in the Oren lands.

       As Daniel splits off he breaks back into a gallop, his path                       
       determined and unrelenting in his path.










((This is just some simple rp so we know who still plays a Baelish and what their role is, respond in OOC or simply meet one of them IC as they ask for any of the Baelish name.))

((Minecraft name:))

*As you approach one of the men on horseback they simply look down to you. “Of House Baelish?” If the answer is yes they’d then continue to ask you these questions

((Minecraft name?))
“Name?
Gender?
Age?
Position in house Baelish?
Relation?”

Noting down each word you say (if sensible) They’d nod, give a respectful bow of the head and trot off with their partner.

((Credits to Dandan1350 for writing this, thank you! :3))

 

Adorellan sighs softly, grunting loudly as he slowly stood, grasping them papers and stuffing them deeply within his bag, before turning around and walking outside, his armor clanks loudly as he grasps the reigns of his war-horse tightly, his eyes glance to the crimson-colored Armour, a soft and deep chuckle emitting from within the helmet.

 

Adorellan gets on the war-horse, grunting once more as he kicks the horses stomach gently, causing it to canter off after the group, the armor continues to clank loudly, it took him a few days to catch up, it was a few days ride from Baelish island back to the mainlands, he didn't appear to be exhasted or anything, he continued to ride past the runes, broken castles tthroughout the rain, holding his crimson-bandanna with his right hand, inspecting it for a few moments before placing it back within his back, he grunted once more as he began nearing Daniel as it became mid-night.

 

 

 

 

Suddenly, Adorellan tugged harshly upon the reigns, his horse coming to a halt as he looks down to his son, Daniel, watching him speak to the group and watching them leave too. Adorellan slams his feet to the Horses stomach, the Horse rears up, neighing loudly into the air before slamming back as they too gallop off towards each nation, a chill going up some of their spines, Adorellan was one to be feared. The man dressed in Crimson armor rides past Daniel, nodding once as he expects him to follow towards Oren.

[Tsuyose 3285]

((Minecraft name? Tsuyose ))
“Name?  Adorellan Baelish.
Gender? Male.
Age? Unknown.
Position in house Baelish? Lord of House Baelish. (Leader)
Relation?”  ---

[dandan1350 479]

((Minecraft name: dandan1350))

 

Name? "Daniel Baelish, bastard of Adorellan."

 

Gender? "Male..."

 

Age? "Twenty five...?"

 

Position? "Heir to House Baelish"

 

Relation? "Son of Adorellan."

 

*Daniel nods as he writes his own information on the parchment, chucking the quill to the side he awaits the ink to dry*

[SkyyoBee 249]

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