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First Post
Captain Dargo stood silently in the center of the audience chamber. Ten paces in front of him sat Lord Vlad Lutescu on his throne, surrounded by a flock of adepts and assisstants all holding parchments and books. Dargo quietly noted the unease on his master's face as he attended to the mundane duties of his office.
Morning sunlight shone through the narrow windows set high in the east wall, illuminating the rich tapestries on the stone walls, casting shadows on the deep corners of the chamber. It glinted off Lord Lutescu's holy symbol as he turned from one assistant to another. Long minutes passed and the chamber was quiet except for the scribbling of quill on paper. Dargo fought the urge to pace.
Captain Rommik Dargo was in his late forties. Commander of Rugalov Keep, he dressed as a simple soldier- he wore a garrison uniform of padded armor; a ceremonial short sword hung by his side; he was cleanshaven and his brown hair was cropped short. Like many native Traladarans, Dargo was a bit stocky and was on the short side, standing 5 feet 8 inches tall. He bore a prominent nose with a dark complexion, and his deep set dark eyes gave his face a hawk like aspect.
Time seemed to pass at a glacial pace for the soldier.
Finally with a wave of his hand Lord Lutescu waved his throng away to a side alcove in the chamber. Rising from his throne, he smiled and clasped Dargo's hand. The priest was young and tall, but the burdens of authority had already begun to show. Lord Letescu was only in his thirties, but his long brown hair and beard were flecked with grey. His narrow face was careworn and dark circles rested under his eyes.
The priest led Dargo to a chair at his right hand. The ruler of Rugalov smoothed his brown clerical robe and took his throne. "So, Dargo it has been a week. What news have you?"
"I have our Hunters, my Lord," Dargo replied, retreiveing a piece of vellum from his uniform. He handed to the priest, who eyed it with bemusement. "I must confess that I took steps after the attack last month, before your formal approval. But time seemed to be of the essence."
Lutescu smiled. "Anticipating as always, eh?" The cleric studied the list and glanced at his commander.
Dargo nodded. "Yes. I took the liberty of contacting the Arcane College weeks ago. I sent a letter via a westward trading ship. We have no dedicated wizards in Rugalov, and I thought it would be best. I recieved word last week the wizard was coming- his ship from Specularum arrived this morning. I sent my heralds to receive him."
"The others were already in Rugalov. I spoke to each in turn myself but in only brief. I explained that the settlers in the north are being attacked, allegedly by demons. That they would be working for the Church of Traladara to investigate these attacks. The commission would be 1500 gold paid on completion of their duties. But I did not go in to much detail given the lack of time. I thought you would wish to brief them yourselves." Dargo sighed. "I'm afraid the village in on edge about the attacks, so rumors are probably flying all around. No doubt they will have many questions."
Lord Lutescu eyes scanned the vellum. "That cannot be helped" he replied without looking up. He paused, arching an eyebrow.
"You have two with divine abilities?" he asked. " But they are not of the Church? A Ylaruami and a follower of Pelor?"
Dargo nodded silently.
" A half orc?" questioned Lutescu.
"A capable fighter," Dargo replied.
Lutescu sighed. "At least the fifth is a Calarii elf. Their kind is rumored to have a tradition of demon hunters. And given that the eastern Dymrak is part of the Vyalia clan lands, an elf would be useful."
Dargo rose. "Is my Lord dissatisfied with my choices?"
The priest shook his head. "No of course not. I dislike the use of mercenaries, however I trust your judgement. Besides there has been little time for recruitment and your garrison is far too depleted to form an expedition. This is the best solution, my friend." Lord Lutescu smiled tiredly. "Where are our Hunters now?"
"I arranged that they assemble here at the Temple this very morning. They should be arriving in the anteroom of the shrine as we speak."
Morning sunlight shone through the narrow windows set high in the east wall, illuminating the rich tapestries on the stone walls, casting shadows on the deep corners of the chamber. It glinted off Lord Lutescu's holy symbol as he turned from one assistant to another. Long minutes passed and the chamber was quiet except for the scribbling of quill on paper. Dargo fought the urge to pace.
Captain Rommik Dargo was in his late forties. Commander of Rugalov Keep, he dressed as a simple soldier- he wore a garrison uniform of padded armor; a ceremonial short sword hung by his side; he was cleanshaven and his brown hair was cropped short. Like many native Traladarans, Dargo was a bit stocky and was on the short side, standing 5 feet 8 inches tall. He bore a prominent nose with a dark complexion, and his deep set dark eyes gave his face a hawk like aspect.
Time seemed to pass at a glacial pace for the soldier.
Finally with a wave of his hand Lord Lutescu waved his throng away to a side alcove in the chamber. Rising from his throne, he smiled and clasped Dargo's hand. The priest was young and tall, but the burdens of authority had already begun to show. Lord Letescu was only in his thirties, but his long brown hair and beard were flecked with grey. His narrow face was careworn and dark circles rested under his eyes.
The priest led Dargo to a chair at his right hand. The ruler of Rugalov smoothed his brown clerical robe and took his throne. "So, Dargo it has been a week. What news have you?"
"I have our Hunters, my Lord," Dargo replied, retreiveing a piece of vellum from his uniform. He handed to the priest, who eyed it with bemusement. "I must confess that I took steps after the attack last month, before your formal approval. But time seemed to be of the essence."
Lutescu smiled. "Anticipating as always, eh?" The cleric studied the list and glanced at his commander.
Dargo nodded. "Yes. I took the liberty of contacting the Arcane College weeks ago. I sent a letter via a westward trading ship. We have no dedicated wizards in Rugalov, and I thought it would be best. I recieved word last week the wizard was coming- his ship from Specularum arrived this morning. I sent my heralds to receive him."
"The others were already in Rugalov. I spoke to each in turn myself but in only brief. I explained that the settlers in the north are being attacked, allegedly by demons. That they would be working for the Church of Traladara to investigate these attacks. The commission would be 1500 gold paid on completion of their duties. But I did not go in to much detail given the lack of time. I thought you would wish to brief them yourselves." Dargo sighed. "I'm afraid the village in on edge about the attacks, so rumors are probably flying all around. No doubt they will have many questions."
Lord Lutescu eyes scanned the vellum. "That cannot be helped" he replied without looking up. He paused, arching an eyebrow.
"You have two with divine abilities?" he asked. " But they are not of the Church? A Ylaruami and a follower of Pelor?"
Dargo nodded silently.
" A half orc?" questioned Lutescu.
"A capable fighter," Dargo replied.
Lutescu sighed. "At least the fifth is a Calarii elf. Their kind is rumored to have a tradition of demon hunters. And given that the eastern Dymrak is part of the Vyalia clan lands, an elf would be useful."
Dargo rose. "Is my Lord dissatisfied with my choices?"
The priest shook his head. "No of course not. I dislike the use of mercenaries, however I trust your judgement. Besides there has been little time for recruitment and your garrison is far too depleted to form an expedition. This is the best solution, my friend." Lord Lutescu smiled tiredly. "Where are our Hunters now?"
"I arranged that they assemble here at the Temple this very morning. They should be arriving in the anteroom of the shrine as we speak."
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