Eleatic

A Hooded man rides to the gate's of Renteaus, going past the guards and men, his Mare taking him at a fast speed, he puts it near the keep. Tying it up to a post. He begins his journey in. He pets it before leaving, knowing this might be the last he sees of his horse. The Hooded man walks into the large hall. his crimson cloak trailing behind, he makes a court bow to Godfrey's throne, half-hearted. One of Sarcasm but politeness. He smiles and in a sweet honey-like tone he says to Godfrey. "A pleasure. My Grace.." He looks up to Godfrey, smiling. "I have come today..." He trails on in that sentence, but soon continues. "I have come today to make you answer to the crime's against my house.. And my people, of which you have committed so many, with the attempted burning of my sister! To the killing of the last Patriarch of the house!" He steps up, and his cloak billows off, revealing a coat of bright red silk, Rattling of chain-mail as the robe fell off. and eyes of fire. He growls and his hand is upon his dagger, in a flash it's out. The Obsidian glinting in the brightly lit flame of the hall, he twirls it in his hand. "I demand, you answer for this. A battle, for honor and truth! If I win this battle.. You plead guilty to this crime, and you must answer for your crime.. If I am, you can hang me in your halls for the rest to see how the king does things.." He still clutches his dagger as he awaits a response, staring down Godfrey's eyes with grim contempt. His eyes flicker to each person in the hall, scanning their expressions. Looking to see if the guards have prepared their arm's.. He growls, waiting for his words. Taping his foot on the ground in a stiff complaint. "Speak then, Godfrey of Horen!" ((I believe Single-Combat is not VA-Required~))

Esaeriel reads the note through her coat with sicking displeasure, spiting on it. "Scumish men... With their sickening pleasure's.." She strides away, her red coat glimmering in the moon-light, pushing past all who come into her contact, a slight grin on her burnt face.

Boats? Explain.

Steps aside, and begins a stride away, a tear in his eye. ((Alvina dun care, Alvina is Honey Badger.))

Patah smiles, his white cloak spattering behind him as he preaches in a loud, authoritative voice. "People of Asulon, you have become heathens! No longer has the truth of Aeriel and the other Aengul's been upheld!" Patah looks around, seeing the bewildered faces in the crowd "No matter the time, you must pray to our saviors!" He intones this verse rhythmically, a grin on his wrinkled face "Men have preached false truth's, of god's of fire! And god's of sin!" He continues this intonement, his voice now grim with a preacher's voice. "We must repent, in the name of Aeriel, heed my words, men and women, of Asulon." He continues this, bowing and preaching towards the the main temple. A tear falls from his eyes, staining a blot upon his white coat grey. "Now men of Asulon.. I beg you heed my word, for prayer has been gone unheeded.. and verse's of old have been called moronic drat.." He intones the previous verse's, on and on. Repeatedly as though he can not stop. ((Just a fourm RP, I've not played Patah in a long while.))

Gold Gilded Iron Armor.

Berill stood, staring at the men coming into his hall, A slight movement of his lips made it look a curled smile. He watched as the man in the shimmering blue attire bowed and looked to him with a dis-ingeniguous smile... He nodded and said to him with obvious unease “What is it, Forio..” He said with clear contempt, his smile still plastered as though with glue unto his face. Fyrio bowed his head and with a similarly stern smile. A facade, mischief seen in the fair face. “Why, Berill. I just came to say hello...” Berill made a stiff sigh, looking to him once more. “With your entire army?” Fyrio nodded, and made a odd gesture with his hands. His men nodding behind him, Berill made a loud gasp and jumped from his chair, fear on his face, smile stuck on it. His hand leapt to his sword, but none to quick. A arrow flew in-front of him. And landed in Berill’s head. Berill kept the smile upon his face even in the end, and Fyrio shoved his corpse aside, and sat on the throne, giggling with the same, Mischievous smile, he made signals for the guards to watch the doors, and prepare to fire. . The battle was long and bloody, as the soldiers poured into the room, battering down the door. Blood spattered in all directions, and screams & groans of pain echoed throughout the hall. Children and wives begging for mercy, honey to Fyrio’s ears, and he giggled.

5/10 .m.;; Last post here! <33333333333333

6/10, Because your just a cute little mage killer! :D