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<blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 5326241" data-attributes="member: 46615"><p>An hour later the monumental walled city of Morannin was etched on the horizon. The colossus that was the city loomed ahead of the approaching barges. Morannin was a hexagonal fortress with each of its six walls at least one hundred feet tall. The polished black walls looked as if they were made of glass and reflected the afternoon sun.</p><p></p><p>The barges moved into the small lake that the Narn flowed from and made their way to jetties that struck out of the southern bank like so many fingers. Once they docked we alighted and made our way to the great iron gates. As we walked forward, leading our steeds, we noticed a large man wearing a full suit of black plate armour sitting on a bench next to the entrance to the city. He saw us looking at him, rose and waited for us.</p><p></p><p>One of the barge crew noted the armoured mans interest in us and whispered conspiratorially, “Bes’ do as he says. He’s one of Mecros’s boys. An’ you don’ wan’ oo mess with a Black Lord.”</p><p></p><p>There was nothing for it, we met his gaze and walked towards him. </p><p></p><p>“Hail Hydra. My master Mecros wishes you to meet with him.” said the armoured man in an emotionless voice.</p><p></p><p>“So it seems.” I replied. “Well, if you give us directions I am sure we will be able to meet him as soon as we have attended to our own business.”</p><p></p><p>“My master wishes to see you now.” He said in the same stony tone. With that he turned on his heel and began to walk through the gates.</p><p></p><p>Whilst I was intent on locating Princess Isabella as quickly as possible I thought it prudent if we got the meeting over and done with. Somehow Mecros had learnt that we were coming to Morannin, and that led me to believe that he knew at least what we may required of him.</p><p></p><p>Unlike every other city we had entered we paid no tax when entering Morannin. Our guide invoked so much respect that the guardsman looked us over once and then just waved us through.</p><p></p><p>We wove our way through the cobbled streets. Industry was rife and all of it was bent to the war effort. Wagons coming from the southern gate rolled through town bearing all manner of foodstuffs and raw the raw materials for weapons and armour. Weapon and armour smiths lined several streets that we passed. The clamour of their hammers tinging against iron replaced the more expected cries of hawkers spruiking their wares. Morannin had few hawkers for this was a city with one purpose only, to supply the soldiers of the Fastness, not only here in Morannin, but also Avinal and Vronburg. Those three cities were all that held the might of the Dominion from sweeping through the land they loved and cherished.</p><p></p><p>Every now and again we passed a manse with a pristine garden reflecting the wealth of the home’s owner. The green of the gardens seemed very much at odds with the rest of the city, but like all places were people lived together, other than perhaps Vronburg, there were those that lived to excess.</p><p></p><p>We approached one such building. It was three stories tall and simply built, but the garden that surrounded it was of exquisite beauty. Even now in late autumn it still had flowers blossoming in whites, reds and blues. Tall evergreen conifers lined the paved path that led to the iron bound timber door.</p><p></p><p>Our armoured guide opened it without pause and ushered us into an antechamber before he himself left telling us to wait.</p><p></p><p>No more than a minute later a tall man wearing a deep blue silk tunic and black leggings stepped into the room. “Welcome to my home.” He said.</p><p></p><p>Smiling I said “Thank you so much for your, “ I paused, “invitation.”</p><p></p><p>Mecros snorted a small chuckle, “Indeed. Please step through and help yourselves to my hospitality.” With a sweep of his arm he indicated that we move into the adjoining room from which he had come.</p><p></p><p>A large dining table had been laid out with all manner of wonderful food. Roasted pig, sweetmeats, platters of fruits, some of which I did not recognise, and a cask of wine was spread out on it. </p><p></p><p>Moxadder, never one to miss a free meal, dove into the banquet. The others and I had a little more decorum, we waited for Mecros to seat himself at the head of the table before we assumed positions on either side of him.</p><p></p><p>As we supped he spoke, “It has come to my attention that you have a request for me.”</p><p></p><p>“Indeed we do. We would very much like to utilise the Star Chamber of your temple, Rodion.” I said,</p><p></p><p>Again he chuckled amused at the use of his old name. “Ah, so you have been speaking to Pytor have you? It is as I thought.</p><p></p><p>“It seems odd that you travel so far so quickly only to wish to depart once again. May I ask what your business is here in Morannin?”</p><p></p><p>“Forgive me if I do not reveal our intentions.” I replied. “Rest assured I do not believe they will impact you in any way.”</p><p></p><p>He sighed, disappointed, “Ah well. So be it. I am a curious fellow so I had to ask. However I will of course allow you to use the Star Chamber, “this time it was he who paused, “if you face the challenge that you stood down from in Halfast. In fact I’ll make it easier for you. All you have to do is best me in the arena.”</p><p></p><p>None of us was prepared for his price. We had expected a service or financial payment, not combat. Our thoughts created an awkward silence. </p><p></p><p>“Interesting.” I said breaking it. ”We will consider your offer and let you know what we have decided.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Haraash Saan, post: 5326241, member: 46615"] An hour later the monumental walled city of Morannin was etched on the horizon. The colossus that was the city loomed ahead of the approaching barges. Morannin was a hexagonal fortress with each of its six walls at least one hundred feet tall. The polished black walls looked as if they were made of glass and reflected the afternoon sun. The barges moved into the small lake that the Narn flowed from and made their way to jetties that struck out of the southern bank like so many fingers. Once they docked we alighted and made our way to the great iron gates. As we walked forward, leading our steeds, we noticed a large man wearing a full suit of black plate armour sitting on a bench next to the entrance to the city. He saw us looking at him, rose and waited for us. One of the barge crew noted the armoured mans interest in us and whispered conspiratorially, “Bes’ do as he says. He’s one of Mecros’s boys. An’ you don’ wan’ oo mess with a Black Lord.” There was nothing for it, we met his gaze and walked towards him. “Hail Hydra. My master Mecros wishes you to meet with him.” said the armoured man in an emotionless voice. “So it seems.” I replied. “Well, if you give us directions I am sure we will be able to meet him as soon as we have attended to our own business.” “My master wishes to see you now.” He said in the same stony tone. With that he turned on his heel and began to walk through the gates. Whilst I was intent on locating Princess Isabella as quickly as possible I thought it prudent if we got the meeting over and done with. Somehow Mecros had learnt that we were coming to Morannin, and that led me to believe that he knew at least what we may required of him. Unlike every other city we had entered we paid no tax when entering Morannin. Our guide invoked so much respect that the guardsman looked us over once and then just waved us through. We wove our way through the cobbled streets. Industry was rife and all of it was bent to the war effort. Wagons coming from the southern gate rolled through town bearing all manner of foodstuffs and raw the raw materials for weapons and armour. Weapon and armour smiths lined several streets that we passed. The clamour of their hammers tinging against iron replaced the more expected cries of hawkers spruiking their wares. Morannin had few hawkers for this was a city with one purpose only, to supply the soldiers of the Fastness, not only here in Morannin, but also Avinal and Vronburg. Those three cities were all that held the might of the Dominion from sweeping through the land they loved and cherished. Every now and again we passed a manse with a pristine garden reflecting the wealth of the home’s owner. The green of the gardens seemed very much at odds with the rest of the city, but like all places were people lived together, other than perhaps Vronburg, there were those that lived to excess. We approached one such building. It was three stories tall and simply built, but the garden that surrounded it was of exquisite beauty. Even now in late autumn it still had flowers blossoming in whites, reds and blues. Tall evergreen conifers lined the paved path that led to the iron bound timber door. Our armoured guide opened it without pause and ushered us into an antechamber before he himself left telling us to wait. No more than a minute later a tall man wearing a deep blue silk tunic and black leggings stepped into the room. “Welcome to my home.” He said. Smiling I said “Thank you so much for your, “ I paused, “invitation.” Mecros snorted a small chuckle, “Indeed. Please step through and help yourselves to my hospitality.” With a sweep of his arm he indicated that we move into the adjoining room from which he had come. A large dining table had been laid out with all manner of wonderful food. Roasted pig, sweetmeats, platters of fruits, some of which I did not recognise, and a cask of wine was spread out on it. Moxadder, never one to miss a free meal, dove into the banquet. The others and I had a little more decorum, we waited for Mecros to seat himself at the head of the table before we assumed positions on either side of him. As we supped he spoke, “It has come to my attention that you have a request for me.” “Indeed we do. We would very much like to utilise the Star Chamber of your temple, Rodion.” I said, Again he chuckled amused at the use of his old name. “Ah, so you have been speaking to Pytor have you? It is as I thought. “It seems odd that you travel so far so quickly only to wish to depart once again. May I ask what your business is here in Morannin?” “Forgive me if I do not reveal our intentions.” I replied. “Rest assured I do not believe they will impact you in any way.” He sighed, disappointed, “Ah well. So be it. I am a curious fellow so I had to ask. However I will of course allow you to use the Star Chamber, “this time it was he who paused, “if you face the challenge that you stood down from in Halfast. In fact I’ll make it easier for you. All you have to do is best me in the arena.” None of us was prepared for his price. We had expected a service or financial payment, not combat. Our thoughts created an awkward silence. “Interesting.” I said breaking it. ”We will consider your offer and let you know what we have decided.” [/QUOTE]
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