The Summons: A Letter To Begin A Landslide

[Gemmylou 484]

 

The night was cold and bitter, the atmosphere heavy with the calm before the storm. Outside was eerily silent, making anyone near feel a dreaded sense of tension. The lights had been dimmed inside the library, making the tiles just as cold as the strain put on many of the nations of Anthos. For the first time in a long time, the monks were not seen amongst their books, their sandstone halls, or the forests at the foot of the valley .

Sophia Horen stood at the top of the Cloud Temple Library stairs, looking down at the meeting table that had been left. The table would hold the right number of people needed, the nation leaders and their appropriate military advisors. With a trained gaze, her eyes scanned over the swaying and whispering oaks of the forest in the night wind. “Neutral ground I need.” She pondered to herself “You cannot get more neutral than the monks.”

Her mind whirled with thoughts of what would even come of this. Was peace and demands that easy to obtain? War was thick in the air and apparent like heavy fog on a gloomy morning. Of course, it was obvious what she wanted, but how easy would it be to take it and at what other prices would she now have to pay.

 

Her tired eyes glanced up at the sky through the windows opposite as her hands turn the folded letter in her hands. The sky itself was glowed with a red hue, no clouds to blanket the plastered warning that had made itself clear.
“Red sky at night, sailor’s delight.” she murmured softly to herself as she slowly descends the grand sandstone stairs, her feet echoing throughout the vast room. She stands at the bottom, ready and waiting, her face forming a calm expression as she waits for the oncoming arrivals.
“Red sky at morning, sailor’s warning.”

-+-

The Letters in question were sent to each individual leader within the lands of Abresi, Malinor, Gronkkston, Ard’Haren and Stormshold. There Letters were also sent to the guild leaders of the The Teutonic Order, Eventide Knights, The Wolvengard, The Arcane Delvers and a few other smaller ones. Each letter entitles that the specified nation leader or guild leader to bring a single accompaniment.

 

To my most gracious Leaders of Grand Kingdoms and guilds, new and old.

I would like to personally invite you to a peaceful discussion with regards to the upcoming declarations. I feel it may be crucial and beneficial to all that attend as it gives the opportunity for peace to arise from the newly sparked embers that encroach and encourage war. This is a war that neither side want to fight as I am sure, my grand lords and Ladies, you can agree.

 

The discussion will take place on neutral grounds at sunrise. The Monks have graciously agreed to host us for the event of this discussion and as such, we shall be homed within the Cloud Temple library for the day. Refreshments will be supplied by the Monks as a good favour. In return of this kind gesture, please heed a warning. Should any leader bring any other party that is not warranted to attend, they shall be excluded from the Cloud Temple halls and may risk further punishments as decided by the monks. The will be guardians appointed by the monks themselves to stop any act of violence, villainous activity and uninvited person from entering. On top of this, no weapon is to be entered into the library under any circumstances.

 

Please be at ease, my noble Lords and Ladies. For no harm shall befall anyone who enter this neutral ground from any side. This is a place for peaceful discussion - no bloodshed shall happen.

I look forward to a day filled with discussion and my hopes are with you that we may come to a final conclusion

 

Yours ever faithfully,

Imperial Princess Sophia Alexandra Horen I

 

-The letter is signed and stamped with the official Horen sigil- 

 

Le OOC - Please read.

 

 

This is for Forum RP. RPly all letters will have been sent out before the meeting and the current time of this is the beginning of said meeting. Unless you are at a seat within the halls, you would not be here in and therefore would know nothing of the conversation etc. Remember that if you meta-game the monks will get you and follow the rules within the letter itself. Cheers!

 

[Minea 124]

 

Lord Commander Starke McHaryn sighed once, the men before him all arrayed in battle gear and mounted on the tall Wolvengard blacks, many possessed the blood wrath of the Sea Wolf raiders, others the calm demeanor of knights of noble birth. Only a small handful remained silent and calculating, the Ildician veterans, all officers in their own right. Starke rose to his feet and growled down to the men in front of him, rank upon rank of black tabards and snarling wolves.

 

"Yer all bastards whether born in wedlock or nae. Dinae disapoint me when we ride to war my wee beggars, let the blades of your fathers become quenched on the blood of our enemies, the Wolven have sworn a blood oath to Her Highness, and as is our way, we honour that oath. Prepare for war, we will return shortly". Starke nodded once before turning back and nodding to his only other officer  accompanying him, Commander Jon. The sound of cheering and snarling Wolven was heard as he walked to the Crowsfoot stables, snorting armored destriers waiting ready saddled before the open gates. Starke turned to his closest companions and spoke.

 

"We ride for Cloud Temple and our liege lord Her Imperial Highness Sophia, look sharp Jon, keep yer blade ready, I have nae met a ruskan that wouldn't plough a horse for a copper or two, they possess the honour of a street thug".

 

Mounting up the two Wolven thundered to Cloud Temple, the clinking of mail and scraping of plate the only other sound besides the drumming of hooves. The Wolvengard had ridden to war.

[Aelu / Rel (Combustionary) 1540]

Relgard Sintel stands outside the Delver's keep, watching the river flow its course as the letter arrives, addressed to his wife, Nienna. 

"She's inside, I'll take it to her" He says to the courier with a nod as he enters the fortress, ascending the stairs to his room.

 

"A war meeting, Neutral ground." He says to her, reading through the letter as he closes the door behind him. "You, and one accompaniment. I assume that'll be me?" She nods.

"Let's head off, then."

 

Hex, leader of the Delvers, asked me to write this up. Nienna and Relgard will be attending the meeting.

[Dizzy771 900]

*Without word The Grand King arrives, flanked by only his most trusted advisers. His jet black plate armor shifting slightly as he sits, waiting for more to arrive*

[VonAulus 2082]

The sands shift beneath Grool's feet as he climbs over the sand dune. A group of Gorkil warriors follow behind, dressed in their battle attire, armed with various spears and axes. They make their way to the current capitol Gronkston and gather up the rest of the warriors. Lurz, Azogz, Ugluks, and other orcs of the clans follow behind. The bright sun glistens of the armor of the orcen warriors. Quivers are filled to capacity and kubs tug on the armor of their fathers. Grool and the other leaders gather around the letter that has arrived.

 

"Wub ed blah?" grunts Grool as he tries to make out the letters. It seems all of the orcs are illiterate.

 

:"Det wurd meenz nub'klompin," points at a goblin who is brought over to make sense. 

 

Grool snarls, the orcs are going to war, they want nothing to do with this meeting.

 

"Uruks, gaddah rund, ed em tik fur ah sturee. Ed em ah Nub'osh ash, de sturee ob Nub'osh."

 

The story suddenly is translated to common for the convenience of all. 

 

"The was once a great chieftain named Nub'osh. He had many farms and many mates, his warriors were always victorious. His name was known over the dunes and through the hills of Krugmar, there were whispers that he was a direct descendant of Krug. A shaman one day came to visit his klan's town, wanting to observe the prosperity and take it back to his own meager village. Nub'osh showed the elder shaman the grandeur of his klan's lands, the flowing farms, the huts of his family as far as the eye can see, prosperity abroad. The two made their way to the top of the nearby mountain where the hut of the chieftain was located. It was a grand view of wealth of this orc. Sitting down and beginning to talk,

 

Nub'osh gave a grin with one side of his mouth and cocked and eyebrow, he asked the shaman, "Who among the orcs is the most blessed by Krug?" He adjusts himself, waiting for an answer. 

 

The shaman responds quite quickly without even a thought, "Kragor."

 

Nub'osh cocky grin quickly turns to a scowl. His face contorts and his lip quivers slightly. He snarls, "Who is this Kragor you blah of?"

 

Pausing for a moment, the shaman responds, "Kragor was a farmer who worked in the mill in my village, he worked every single day feeding the village for 50 bluudmuunz, then one day our klan was attacked and he died defending out klan with honor. Krug blessed him with an honorable life."

 

The jaw of Nub'osh hangs ajar for a moment. It snaps suddenly as a low growl forms in the back of the orc's throat. Nub'osh kicks the shaman out into the desert to make the trip home without a piece of bread or a bit of meet. 

 

A few moons later, a battle faced Nub'osh, but instead of heading out with his army to meet it, he sent his army out with one of his generals. Massacred in battle, the few survivors returned to the village, screaming for revenge. The whole klan was up in arms and stormed the chieftains hut, for it is dishonorable not to lead your own troops into battle. His family dragged him down to the town square and skinned him alive. They pissed on him as well."

 

Grool looks up after reciting the story, "Peace is Nub'osh."

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Art strides up behind Nienna as they depart, giving a single silent nod.

"This old crow still has words to speak on behalf of Talaran. I'm coming with. No, don't argue. Your 'one accompaniment' could have at least been a Regent."

[Aelu / Rel (Combustionary) 1540]

Relgard glances at Art.

 

"The letter said one, you idiot. Go away."

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

"You /resigned/ from Delver-ship, remember? Now pipe down. Or this long trip'll be grating as nether." He says, adamantly striding alongside to the meeting.

[TwilightWolf 901]

Setting the letter down as she glanced between the available council members, High Princess Titania set her eyes onto Khel as she spoke. "It seems she desires to converse with the Valah again. Perhaps this time they will present themselves more civilly with the presence of the rest of the figureheads of Anthos, mm?" She flashed a smile to Khel before adressing the rest of the seated elves. "Lliran, Malaurir Khel and I will set forth immediately to heed this call."

 

Coming to a halt before the main gates of the temple, the two hand their steeds to welcoming monks to watch over until the conclusion of the meeting. Approaching Princess Sophia, Titania bows her head. "Karin'ayla, llir. Ayla nae osulier." She inclines her chin gently as she peered down to Sophia with a gentle smile. "Let us hope this meeting of yours goes more smoothly and with less... distractions than our previous encounter." She nods conclusively, before taking her seat by Sophia and occasionally passing murmers between Khel as they wait for the other arrivals.

[3andD 1722]

Ostromir nods to Tuv as he opens the letter, "Da, see." he says, showing it. "Get Franz, I will get Isabelle." he says, gesturing as he mounts his horse. "Groom, with me." he says, nodding as his gallops off the fruity gathering.

 

 

 

Ostromir nods to his two brothers before gesturing to his wife, "Tuvah, you come directly with me as my right ear and eye, Franz is the spiritual head of the Kingdom, and my wife will come to prove legitimacy in need." he says, gesturing as they enter the fruity meeting.

[Swgrclan 2682]

After begrudgingly handing over the multitude of dark-forged "knightly" weapons, the blacksteel-plate-cald Lord Inquisitor of the Eventide Dominion strides into the meeting chamber. An air of judgement and disapproval about his person, unseen eyes glare across the gathered attendants; his lordly helmet settled atop his head, the bronze inlaid crown that had been forged into the helmet's dark steel structure giving off a slight glimmer in the dim light. Whilst his armor was what mere knights wore in his religious order, the helmet always defined his granted rank, and it always remained atop his head.



Not a single word was said to any of the attendants. The only form of greeting the imposing, dark and inquisitorial Lord-knight offered to any of the gathered leaders was a curt nod in Lord Starke's direction; for the Lord-Inquisitor garnered an appeal to the good Commander and his men. He expected good things from them, though he was not one to judge the forces of others with his own being so small.

Viktor takes a seat with a groan of his armor and clasps his hands, remaining silent and studious.

[Esterlen 4499]

 

Franz nods to his brother the King, Queen Isabelle standing to his left, her head bowed.

 

"We shall be in attendance, aye, and present the rightful heir to the Horen dynasty - your wife, daughter of the late Crown Prince Owyn. This Iron ***** is not only illegitimate but she is also an enemy of the Faith."

[Aelu / Rel (Combustionary) 1540]

Relgard and Nienna arrive at the location, identifying themselves before walking inside. Relgard motions to Art, speaking to one of the guards.

"He's one of the uninvited parties the letter mentioned, despite what he may say, he's not here for the Delvers. Feel free to remove him if you decide to."

 

The two take a seat in the room, glancing around.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

He taps the brooch on his shoulder.

"Regent of the Arcane Delvers, the oldest and first. Former apprentice of the Mindlord, the first of our guildmasters. The other is Relgard. Nienna's husband."

With that, he would walk in, awaiting the meeting with a quiet gaze.

[SortedJarhead 817]

Monk Argyll did not agree to hosting anything. Why did no one tell him?