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<blockquote data-quote="Colmarr" data-source="post: 5639524" data-attributes="member: 59182"><p><strong>Session 1: The King's Arrival</strong></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: white">The members of RT3 spread out, moving among the assembled dignitaries to make sure that security was as tight as Principal Minister Lee believed.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: white">Fleet Square overflowed with almost a thousand people. The crowd of seven hundred had been corralled into the southernmost portion of the square, and busied itself with renditions of the royal anthem, throwing streamers and noisily celebrating.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: white">The official guests occupied the remaining quarter of the square, mingling civilly. Of those privileged few, only a quarter were dignitaties. The remainder were local staff and members of the dignitaries' personal retinues. Most of the guests did their best to ignore the noisy crowd, but more than one appeared to revel in the occasion, playing to the throng and being raucously cheered in return.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: white">As they moved through the press of humans, elves and dwarves, Willheim noted the presence of a tiefling. <span style="color: darkorange">Geoff Massarde</span>, chief engineer of the Coaltongue and a defected Danoran tiefling, stood flanked by two burly bodyguards. He was chatting to a cluster of military men and industrialists, and swirling a glass of wine. Half-melted frost coated the glass despite the warmth of the afternoon, and as Willheim watched the tiefling produced a small wand from his pocket and touched it to his drink. Ice patterns immediately spread over the glass.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: white">Nearby, Cassi passed a solid naval officer chatting to a dwarf. The naval officer's epaulettes identified him as a captain, and she heard more than one dignitary refer to him as <span style="color: darkorange">Smith</span>. Both Smith and his companion smoked cigars, and the fragrant smoke hung heavy around them. They seemed to be discussed philosophy. Cassi smiled in surprise, and pressed on through the crowd.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: white">Just when the constables were satisfied that the area was secure, <span style="color: darkorange">Sokana Rell</span> approached them. She asked if they would accompany her to the duchess, and Erik and Willheim - clearly taken with the elf's beauty - hastily complied.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: white"><span style="color: darkorange">Duchess Ethelyn</span> stood apart from the crowd, holding a hand to her head. Erik greeted her with words of pride for Risur and for her brother the king. Ethelyn thanked him, but then sighed. She appeared to be feeling every one of her sixty years. After listening politely as Sokana introduced the constables, she smiled weakly.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: white">“It is my understanding that you have some sway over the arrangements of this event. If you could do an old lady a kindness, the air here is already leaving me winded, and the company is already giving me a headache. I know my brother’s party is going to run late, so I need a room I can nap in. I’d be very grateful if you’d arrange this for me.”</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: white">RT3 gladly agreed to assist, and the duchess thanked them for their time and moved away. Sokana remained behind, seemingly flattered by Erik's and Willheim's attention. Eventually, however, she politely excused herself and moved off after her mistress.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: white">Willheim moved off as the duchess had bid, speaking to a naval officer named <span style="color: darkorange">Elian Aughtbrook</span> at the base of the Coaltongue's gangplank. Guests were not yet being allowed onto the vessel, but Elian confirmed that there was a stateroom at the aft of the gun deck that the duchess could use to rest in. He promised to show it to Willheim if the deva sought Elian out once aboard.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: white">Erik cornered the chef Delft had been watching earlier. The halfling was unmoved by Erik's nationalistic oratory, but begrudgingly allowed the investigator to take one of his wares. Erik carefully placed it in a folded napkin and secured it in one of his longcoat's pockets. He knew that his wife Sara, carrying his child, would find it delightful, and his conscience already berated him for his flirtation with Sokana. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: white">Half an hour after the bells chimed None, trumpeters announced the arrival of the king's carriage. Elite guards, clad in ornate plate armour and wielding magical halberds that blazed with powerful runes, lined the bridge leading to Fleet Square. An ornate black carriage pulled up, and a liveried driver opened the door. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: white"><span style="color: darkorange">Flint Governor Roland Stanfield</span> emerged from the carriage, blinking briefly in the sunshine before waving happily to the assembled crowd, who cheered him lustily. Stanfield nodded back to the other man in the carriage and then the deva stepped down from the carriage and moved away.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: white">Once Stanfield was clear, <span style="color: darkorange">King Aodhan</span> emerged. The king seemed worn but not beaten by his 70 years of life, and there was still steel in his spine. Were it not for his exquisitely tailored clothes and the golden circlet upon his brow, Aodhan would have seemed just another dignitary. But the crowd's reaction left room for no mistake. As the king offered the crowd a one-sided smile, Harkover Lee and Duchess Ethelyn moved forward to greet him. Children, gathered in advance by royal aides, cheered and sang the traditional crown anthem as the group made its way to the docks.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: white">Once they reached the waiting scaffold, the king climbed unaided to the ceremonial platform. He accepted the offered bottle of champagne, then turned to the crowd. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: white">"People of Risur!" he said, and his magically-amplified voice boomed out to be heard by all present. "From this time forward, this vessel shall be known as the Royal Naval Ship Coaltongue." King Aodhan smashed the bottle of champagne on the Coaltongue's hull, and the crowd roared in approval. </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: white">At that moment, the ship's steam whistle blew and black smoke began to billow from its stacks as the engine roared into life. The RNS Coaltongue, the newest weapon in Risur's arsenal, shuddered with power.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="color: white">The guards at the base of the gangplank stepped aside, and the assembled dignitaries began to follow Elian Aughtbrook aboard.</span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Colmarr, post: 5639524, member: 59182"] [b]Session 1: The King's Arrival[/b] [FONT=Verdana][COLOR=white]The members of RT3 spread out, moving among the assembled dignitaries to make sure that security was as tight as Principal Minister Lee believed.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Verdana][COLOR=white]Fleet Square overflowed with almost a thousand people. The crowd of seven hundred had been corralled into the southernmost portion of the square, and busied itself with renditions of the royal anthem, throwing streamers and noisily celebrating.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Verdana][COLOR=white]The official guests occupied the remaining quarter of the square, mingling civilly. Of those privileged few, only a quarter were dignitaties. The remainder were local staff and members of the dignitaries' personal retinues. Most of the guests did their best to ignore the noisy crowd, but more than one appeared to revel in the occasion, playing to the throng and being raucously cheered in return.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Verdana][COLOR=white]As they moved through the press of humans, elves and dwarves, Willheim noted the presence of a tiefling. [COLOR=darkorange]Geoff Massarde[/COLOR], chief engineer of the Coaltongue and a defected Danoran tiefling, stood flanked by two burly bodyguards. He was chatting to a cluster of military men and industrialists, and swirling a glass of wine. Half-melted frost coated the glass despite the warmth of the afternoon, and as Willheim watched the tiefling produced a small wand from his pocket and touched it to his drink. Ice patterns immediately spread over the glass.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Verdana][COLOR=white]Nearby, Cassi passed a solid naval officer chatting to a dwarf. The naval officer's epaulettes identified him as a captain, and she heard more than one dignitary refer to him as [COLOR=darkorange]Smith[/COLOR]. Both Smith and his companion smoked cigars, and the fragrant smoke hung heavy around them. They seemed to be discussed philosophy. Cassi smiled in surprise, and pressed on through the crowd.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Verdana][COLOR=white]Just when the constables were satisfied that the area was secure, [COLOR=darkorange]Sokana Rell[/COLOR] approached them. She asked if they would accompany her to the duchess, and Erik and Willheim - clearly taken with the elf's beauty - hastily complied.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Verdana][COLOR=white][COLOR=darkorange]Duchess Ethelyn[/COLOR] stood apart from the crowd, holding a hand to her head. Erik greeted her with words of pride for Risur and for her brother the king. Ethelyn thanked him, but then sighed. She appeared to be feeling every one of her sixty years. After listening politely as Sokana introduced the constables, she smiled weakly.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Verdana][COLOR=white]“It is my understanding that you have some sway over the arrangements of this event. If you could do an old lady a kindness, the air here is already leaving me winded, and the company is already giving me a headache. I know my brother’s party is going to run late, so I need a room I can nap in. I’d be very grateful if you’d arrange this for me.”[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Verdana][COLOR=white]RT3 gladly agreed to assist, and the duchess thanked them for their time and moved away. Sokana remained behind, seemingly flattered by Erik's and Willheim's attention. Eventually, however, she politely excused herself and moved off after her mistress.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Verdana][COLOR=white]Willheim moved off as the duchess had bid, speaking to a naval officer named [COLOR=darkorange]Elian Aughtbrook[/COLOR] at the base of the Coaltongue's gangplank. Guests were not yet being allowed onto the vessel, but Elian confirmed that there was a stateroom at the aft of the gun deck that the duchess could use to rest in. He promised to show it to Willheim if the deva sought Elian out once aboard.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Verdana][COLOR=white]Erik cornered the chef Delft had been watching earlier. The halfling was unmoved by Erik's nationalistic oratory, but begrudgingly allowed the investigator to take one of his wares. Erik carefully placed it in a folded napkin and secured it in one of his longcoat's pockets. He knew that his wife Sara, carrying his child, would find it delightful, and his conscience already berated him for his flirtation with Sokana. [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Verdana][COLOR=white]Half an hour after the bells chimed None, trumpeters announced the arrival of the king's carriage. Elite guards, clad in ornate plate armour and wielding magical halberds that blazed with powerful runes, lined the bridge leading to Fleet Square. An ornate black carriage pulled up, and a liveried driver opened the door. [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Verdana][COLOR=white][COLOR=darkorange]Flint Governor Roland Stanfield[/COLOR] emerged from the carriage, blinking briefly in the sunshine before waving happily to the assembled crowd, who cheered him lustily. Stanfield nodded back to the other man in the carriage and then the deva stepped down from the carriage and moved away.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Verdana][COLOR=white]Once Stanfield was clear, [COLOR=darkorange]King Aodhan[/COLOR] emerged. The king seemed worn but not beaten by his 70 years of life, and there was still steel in his spine. Were it not for his exquisitely tailored clothes and the golden circlet upon his brow, Aodhan would have seemed just another dignitary. But the crowd's reaction left room for no mistake. As the king offered the crowd a one-sided smile, Harkover Lee and Duchess Ethelyn moved forward to greet him. Children, gathered in advance by royal aides, cheered and sang the traditional crown anthem as the group made its way to the docks.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Verdana][COLOR=white]Once they reached the waiting scaffold, the king climbed unaided to the ceremonial platform. He accepted the offered bottle of champagne, then turned to the crowd. [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Verdana][COLOR=white]"People of Risur!" he said, and his magically-amplified voice boomed out to be heard by all present. "From this time forward, this vessel shall be known as the Royal Naval Ship Coaltongue." King Aodhan smashed the bottle of champagne on the Coaltongue's hull, and the crowd roared in approval. [/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Verdana][COLOR=white]At that moment, the ship's steam whistle blew and black smoke began to billow from its stacks as the engine roared into life. The RNS Coaltongue, the newest weapon in Risur's arsenal, shuddered with power.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Verdana][COLOR=white]The guards at the base of the gangplank stepped aside, and the assembled dignitaries began to follow Elian Aughtbrook aboard.[/COLOR][/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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