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<blockquote data-quote="Ringmereth" data-source="post: 2409380" data-attributes="member: 33915">&quot;Ah, you have arrived,&quot; said a militiaman to the four men congregated on the worn stone steps of Ironcraig's keep, a structure cut out of the face of the mountain on which the city perched. Between him and his comrade lay a heavy steel door, which the pair slowly pulled open. &quot;The Duke will see you in the Meeting Hall,&quot; the soldier told the four, knowing that every man, woman, and child in the community knew where the Hall was. The Meeting Hall was where the Duke and his advisors, including several elders and the Captain of the militia, met with the common folk of the city to decide matters of great importance. All four men had, in the past few days, wondered why their group had been formed without holding a meeting. Hoping to finally recieve their answers, or at least their orders, the four stepped into the fortification and walked to the Hall.The grand Hall, easily the biggest room in the town, dwarfed even the enormous man within. The ceiling stretched high into the mountain, and the room's stonework was complemented with an unusual quantity of wood, given the difficulty of bringing timber to the isolated fortress. The men wasted no time admiring the room they had sat in many a time before, and instead walked towards the throne upon which Duke Ghenthar sat expectantly, wearing a heavy suit of dark field plate in place of his usual fine clothing, and wearing an axe strapped to his back. &quot;Come, sit and we shall speak of your-or rather, our-task,&quot; he calls to the men across the room, gesturing to the seats around the table before his throne; those normally reserved for his council.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Ringmereth, post: 2409380, member: 33915"] "[color=orange]Ah, you have arrived,[/color]" said a militiaman to the four men congregated on the worn stone steps of Ironcraig's keep, a structure cut out of the face of the mountain on which the city perched. Between him and his comrade lay a heavy steel door, which the pair slowly pulled open. "[color=orange]The Duke will see you in the Meeting Hall,[/color]" the soldier told the four, knowing that every man, woman, and child in the community knew where the Hall was. The Meeting Hall was where the Duke and his advisors, including several elders and the Captain of the militia, met with the common folk of the city to decide matters of great importance. All four men had, in the past few days, wondered why their group had been formed without holding a meeting. Hoping to finally recieve their answers, or at least their orders, the four stepped into the fortification and walked to the Hall. The grand Hall, easily the biggest room in the town, dwarfed even the enormous man within. The ceiling stretched high into the mountain, and the room's stonework was complemented with an unusual quantity of wood, given the difficulty of bringing timber to the isolated fortress. The men wasted no time admiring the room they had sat in many a time before, and instead walked towards the throne upon which Duke Ghenthar sat expectantly, wearing a heavy suit of dark field plate in place of his usual fine clothing, and wearing an axe strapped to his back. "[color=orange]Come, sit and we shall speak of your-or rather, [i]our[/i]-task,[/color]" he calls to the men across the room, gesturing to the seats around the table before his throne; those normally reserved for his council. [/QUOTE]

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