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Message: <blockquote data-quote="SecondTime" data-source="post: 3423224" data-attributes="member: 42381">Sten replies, "We'll take him directly to the King. I'm sure His Majesty will want to question the swine directly..." Just then, a cranky, crazy looking old man approaches the party from the direction of Dondel's caravan and bows in an exagerrated fashion, "Gregorious, sirs! We meet, we did..." Without further comment, he approaches the stalled warforged, runs his hands over the scorched breach, "Yes, yes.." After a few moments and wild chants, he departs. Miraculously, Zeril'thin's metal exterior is now fully repaired. Sten shrugs, "You never know who you will meet in this town..."The little party makes its way through towns. The view from the periphery of the settlement is confirmed by the interior...the living quarters seem mostly improvised and even the shop stalls are for the most part simple wooden shacks with only crudly painted sigs hanging over the doors to indicate the nature of their business. All in all, New Cyre appears more like a refugee camp than one of the great towns of the Five Nations...As the party ascends the hill, the see a cluster of buildings nicer than those below, twelve of them to be exact, marked with the symbol of each dragonmarked house. They in turn surround a central building complex, surrounded by a crude 10ft high stone wall. Near entrance to this complex, two caped, armored warriors stand guard. They seem about to halt the party, but they show signs of recognition of your halfling guide, and let you through. The buildings inside are one story, but their general construction is like that of a castle keep, though not nearly as defensible. Horses are posted outside the keep entrance, but all an all the complex seems thinly served....As the party enters the keep, they hear the sounds of a nasty argument. A high Brelish accented voice rises, "My lord, I do insist you come to my castle...with these raids, it is not right for one of royal blood to reside in this exposed settlment surrounded by rabble..." Another voice, which some of the party recognize as Cyran interrupts, "He is not a lord, but a king, Sir Nelview! And those rabble are his subjects! Now why don't you explain why your garrison hasn't acted to stop these greenskins raids!?" Before you is a scene both noble but sad, in a small stone hall, the walls covered in various noble standards. At the far end are a group of well dressed men seated along the wall. At the center of this collective is a handsome, but gruff individual, seated in an ornate wooden chair, raised by a stone block slightly above the rest. Most are human, but near the the party's far right, seated far from the center and infront of the humans, is a dwarf. He focuses on the party intently as they enter the chamber even as the humans focus on two men standing before them; one wears glistening chainmail, the other is short...very, very short...a member of the gnome folk is appears. The armored human, with the Brelish accent heard before responds in a tone struggling to maintain a semblance of respect for the those before him, "My lords...the Cyrans are King Boranel's honered guests, and I will do right to protect them, but I have two hundred men available to protect 16,000 souls, most of them Brelish citizens unfortunate enough to be spread out over several hundred miles..." he is interrupted by one of the humans, "The Brelish haven't been attacked, the Cyrans have! We pay our rents to your crown. You can surely defend this hill..." the man in the center raises his hand and suddenly the room goes silent. He focuses on Sir Nelview for long seconds before speaking.."That will be all, Sir Nelview. I think I will stay in the city with my people. Good day, my lord."Nelview eyes the man warily, "Good day, Heiness." He gives a curt, shallow bow and promptly moves the exit the room, barely looking at he party as he does so. The gnome follows him. Kaine: The gnome taps you on the leg as he passes. Later, you will find a note that reads, "The Lanterns light even here. Pol Shortside is your contact. Meet me later."Antonus and Vorkhad: You observe the gnome discreetly slip a note in Kain's sandle...The King calls out, "Sten Goodseller, my beautiful lady! You have returned! Was your journey uneventful, or, discounting that succesfull?"Sten responds, "Yes, Majesty. Your property is safe..." She quickly dashes forward and leaves the chest near his feet, "...as to uneventful. The Valenar guards were slaughtered on the return trip not far out of town, " The assembled men gasp, "...if it were not for these great men, " her hand sweeps to indicate the party, "I fear all would have been lost."The king nods and looks at each member of the party in turn, "I am Oargev d'Wynarn, King of Cyre. Who are these brave warriors that have saved a loyal servant and property of my crown."OOC: Phew that was long. More streamlined fluff in the future. Anywho, introduce yourselves the king, before he cuts off your head! <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /></blockquote>

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