Age of Mortals - Knights of Solamnia (1st Summer)

[Goddess FallenAngel]

Aleahea finishes the last of her drink and rises. “Well, I was thinking of perhaps wandering the town – I’ve been on horseback so long that a little walking might be in order. Would you care to join me?” Noting Owain’s look of concern at mention of his dog, she adds, “Would you perhaps care to fetch your companion? Perhaps he could use a walk as well.” She smiles brightly.

 

[Creamsteak]

Aurnia looked slightly surprised but she finally just nods her head at the news, So many knight so few rooms I guess.

Aurnia replies sweetly obviously not wanting to inconvenience the servant but not seeing another way, “Do you mind escorting me? I really doubt I would ever find the dungeon in a reasonable amount of time.”

"I will see you to the dungeon then."

[I'm not sure if it's both of you or just Aurnia, so I'll try and make this universal]

As the (rather creepy) fellow works his way through the fort, he takes an obscure path straight through the kitchen area where a butchered pig is being severed into smaller workable bits for dinner this evening. The servant then leads down past a wine cellar, and to a stairwell leading even deeper into the location.

Once the stone gives way to a gravely lower level, and the strange smell of the dungeon (and sewer) level comes up, the servant stops. "Sixteen paces ahead, the door on the right. It leads into Bethanus chambers. The door is barred from the inside, so one must knock. I'm sure he is expecting you..."

 

[Creamsteak]

"Very true. The order is in need of support from others." Feeling sort of aimless at the moment, and longing perhaps for the company of Matelda, he stands from the table, giving a nod to his new acquaintance, "well, I think I shall take a better look at the castle and its people. There is still time before the event this evening and sitting idly leaves me restless and fettered."

Exiting the barracks Aerion huffs a sigh, his day going by slowly, he much preferred being out on his own sometimes to all of this. Perhaps Matelda would care for a walk or something. Now where could I find someone to direct me to her?.

Making his way through the different groups of knights, squires and the other bustle within the castle courtyard he moves along the side then finds an empty cart and hops up onto it, casting his gaze around for a guard or knight who seems to be in charge, slightly perturbed that there is no easier way to go about this.

There are indeed many guards stationed about. They can almost universally point you in the direction of the director for the court, who can most likely answer your question. He is most likely in the main dining hall masterfully working the servants to prepare all manners of appearances and knightly decor. Most of the guards call him, "Lord Steve" or even "King Steve" out of respect for him.

He is located in the main hall where preperations are being made. Assuming you go there:

It's a huge robust room filled with painted glass surfaces and unlit candles that are obviously intended to give the room an even (and most likely bright) appearance. In the middle of the room is a small Gnome with a well kempt beard combed and glued to a sharp point. His hair (where he's not bald), is curled into strange little "rolls" that feather out around his head in strange directions. If you ask around about which person is King Steve or Lord Steve, the staff can point you to this peculiar little gnome.

 

[Creamsteak]

"A good day to you, then, and may you not be listless for long." Thom also rises, but only to acquire a second serving of food; he then sits back down and listens to the conversations around him.

The conversation is the usual droll mix of gossip and small-talk given by most people at lunch. A nearby window, however, shows signs of a silhouette of smoke drifting upwards from the nearby road. The smoke itself is far bigger than a chimney would produce. Two or three chimneys, even. It rolls out and across the pale sky like a blanket trying to block out the sun.

 

[Creamsteak]

Merritt glances over the situation. He pulls the back of his tabard up over his head and pushes into the door. Crouching inside he looks around to see if there is anyone in the bakery.

A woman in a white gown is passed out under some debris. You can barely make out her outline, but she seems to be covered by a pair of broken tables and a fallen-in chimney.

The fire is mostly behind her, but the smoke is black and soot-filled, making it difficult to see much if anything else.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Thom leaves the room and starts heading towards the source of the smoke, walking swiftly; he expects that by the time he gets there, another knight will have organized the fire-fighting, so he's in less of a hurry than he'd be otherwise.

 

[Ferrix]

Aerion, once directed, approaches the slightly odd gnome, "Lord Steve, I assume, I've been told you are the man to see to find someone around here. I'm looking for Matelda Bretel, where might her room be located?"

 

[Lichtenhart]

"In the dungeons? Hardly a place where to meet a lady. Aurnia, do you mind if I come with you?"

Tris follows Aurnia and the servant in the deepest level, and he's quite surprised when he doesn't introduce her. He frowns, for this unusual convocation speaks of a need for secrecy that worries him.

"Aurnia, do you already know Lord Bethanus? Do you think he would mind if I follow you? Otherwise I'll wait for you here." he tells her, as he tries to remember if he already heard about him.

(OOC: Knowledge: Nobility and Royalty +10)

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Aurnia Shatterstone: Human/Female (Gestalt:Knight of Solamnia/Divine Bard)

Aurnia with a slight blush and perplexed look quickly denies Tris’ words as they walk through the keep, “Well I would hardly call myself a proper lady. I always try to look upon myself as a knight first, and a female second, and I hope my actions make other see me in the same light so I hardly see an issue with my feminine presence being in a dungeon… The truth is I’ve been in worse places…” a small smile forms as she finishes her words, “but I would be much obliged to have your company brother.”

After nodding her head and giving a smile in gratitude at the servant Aurnia turns back to towards her brother with the same thankful smile, “I’ve not yet meet the man, I simply know of his stories so I cannot answer the first question but I’m sure all will be fine. Since you almost seem insistent in worrying about me wait here and I’ll send word if I will be gone long, okay?”

Assuming there is no real protest in her actions Aurnia moves down the passage, subconsciously taking all sixteen paces before turning to knock upon the door, “Lord Bethanus? It is I, Aurnia Shatterstone, here upon your request to speak with me.”

 

[evileeyore]

A woman in a white gown is passed out under some debris. You can barely make out her outline, but she seems to be covered by a pair of broken tables and a fallen-in chimney.

The fire is mostly behind her, but the smoke is black and soot-filled, making it difficult to see much if anything else.

Merritt crouching, trying to stay under the smoke, moves over to her. He begins trying to free her, and looks around for any others. Or for other rooms someone could be in.