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Posts posted by Braehn Elendil An'Hiraeth
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*Torrhen spits on the ground and looks to his guardsmen "Alright, let's go speak to the Emperor. Adore's getting his head cut off this time." They follow him back into the keep, as the gate slowly closes behind them.
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*Torrhen steps strides out of the keep of Winterhall, approaching the main gate. "Raise the portcullis!" He ordered, as the guard inside the gatehouse went to work raising the gate. Slowly the Steel bars creaked, raising upwards.
"What do you want." Torrhen commanded, raising a torch to light the dark night. Behind him stood four guardsmen, two with crossbows, two with spears. "Torrhen peered at the man atop the horse. "Answer me."
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((Elendil isn't with you))
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*Torrhen rushes out of the keep's gates into the inner ward. He looks over at Isabella, gripping the note. "Go to the tower, now. Do not argue with me and go, you'll be safer there."
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((Yeah we're gonna need this updated, and continue to Rp here you peasants!
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*Torrhen looks out at his city from the balcony of his castle, smiling. "Perhaps things were going to be calm today. Perhaps there would be peace for one day?" He thought, smoking his pipe contently. He looks down and see's a man garbed in a White Rose surcoat pinning a piece of parchment to the city bulletin board.
"Hm...Altain, Clarance, go question the Rose down there and find out what he's doing." He says, turning to his two warden's. Their new tartan's were still crisp and clean, yet to see battle.
"Aye Your Grace." They said in unison, leaving the office. Torrhen looks out again on the balcony, watching the Bloody Rose. As the Warden's approach, they strike up a chat with him. Their chatting turns into yelling, though their words are muffled by the wind of the Western tundra's.
As the Rose storms off, several scrolls appear to stick out from his bag. The guards tear down the few notices posted and return to the keep. Altain is the first to reach the Solar of the Castle. "Your Grace, it seems those Rose don't like the Elves." He says, holding out the parchment, now wrinkled and torn.
"Thank you men, head to the Hall and get some mead." He says, nodding to the men. As they leave, he turns his gaze to the parchment, squinting his eyes. As he reads, his face turns to a grimace. As he finishes, he crumples the paper, throwing it to the fire pit.
"I swear those Rose's are getting to big for their own good, they are cocky bastards that will bring their own undoing soon...The Elven folk of Oren are loyal, and this threatens the peace of the empire." As Torrhen sighs, he slumps into his chair by his desk. As he brings his hand to his chin, thinking to himself "I expect riots...blood and destruction..." He sighs, again, looking out the window. "Yet it wont happen in my city..."
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*Torrhen walks into town, adorned in his new tartan fur trimmed robes. His beard is long and thick now, his brown curled hair down to his shoulders now. He sees the peculiar Northmen walking towards the Arethor keep. Curious, he follows them, trying to find out their intent.
As they reach the throne room, Torrhen moves to his proper place there and watches the men, listening to their words. He thinks to himself "These are men of the true North...I can hear it in their voices, and see it in their eyes, perhaps they will be happier with their own kind out west..."
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((I suggest making an Adunian, no room in the Elendil family, but there are several other clans to join. Pm me and we'll work something out.
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*Torrhen takes the note and goes to seek him. "This man will be a good soldier, I believe."
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((It's rp dude, it's like calling Dawn a witch when she isn't))
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*Torrhen listens to Patrick speak, and he grunts in anger. He leaves the courtyard and enters his keep. "Keep the gates closed."
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((Axl's dead
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*Artorus looks at him solemnly "Han, I...I am sorry..my friend."
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*Artorus raises an eyebrow, chuckling. "Attack on Stoneguard? Oh someone do tell me when I attacked your castle. There were no skirmishes or battles between us, and I am thankful for that. Also, I believe you deserve a second chance, do you wish me to recant this Jon? I hope not, so do not insult me."
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*Artorus looks down at Norsem, grimacing. He says in a cold, gruff tone."Your actions and words were treasonous and destructive to the emperor's peace. You were fully intent on declaring war and bringing chaos to the Westfall, as well as the empire. You have gotten what ye have deserved, Lord Norsem."
He sighs and lowers his shoulders "Be that as it may, all men must receive second chances, to prove that they have learned. I believe Jon should receive a chance to redeem himself, yet only one..."
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((Yeah, I don't buy that. I am not responding to that.))
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*Artorus receives the message, and looks at the messenger with a cold angry stare. "It's a crown, first off. Second...who gave this to you."
He crushes the paper and throws it into the fire pit. He rises and points at Gavin "Fool? You are the fool lad. You are one and three and come into my castle, demanding work for men, not children." Smirking, he motions to a Bannerman at the door "Escort the boy out if you do not mind, Hawke."
As the Guard puts a hand on Gavin's shoulder, he says calmly "Come on lad, Lord thinks it best if you leave."
Artorus sits back down and smiles slightly, amused at the boy.
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*Artorus looks at Argyll and laughs "Argyll, say it proudly! You are an Elendil in blood, name does not matter while you are with your family."
He looks at Patrick and says quietly "We'll talk about Mikhael later..."
Artorus waves Argyll over.
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*Artorus crosses his arms "No, means, no. Come back when your older, sonny boy."
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*Artorus shakes his head at Gavin "No, you are too young, come back in three years when your a man grown."
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*Artorus seats himself next to the right of Patrick "Mikhael was a serjeant in my Bannermen...was...until he went missing." He leans in and whispers to Patrick "He is an oathbreaker..."
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*Artorus rides into Mireton atop a black courser with white streaks on it's face. Beside him ride his son's and grand children. "Your Grace, we ha-Mikhael?"
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*Artorus leads Kais away from the others and proceeds to whisper to him.
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Official Adunian | Elendil Thread
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"Torrhen looks at Graveth and his friend. He smiles warmly, yet raises an eyebrow condescendingly at Emmanuel. "What odd hand gestures." he thinks to himself. He walks over to Graveth and Emmanuel, his arms crossed.
"Hail lads!"Torrhen says, chuckling at the absurdity of the mans gestures. "How can I help you and your friend, Graveth?"