Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dragonwriter" data-source="post: 5646685" data-attributes="member: 54988">Jareth takes a few steps back, holding the medallion in one hand and looking down at it. He gropes for a log and sits down, still at a loss for words. Baron? Me? I... I... I don't know. I mean, maybe it had to happen. But I wasn't raised to it, I don't know how to rule Kem! Words, spoken both by Tharivol and Hugo in years past, rise to the surface of his mind. "You will learn. Because you must." He drops the medallion, the metal disk clanking lightly against his chain shirt, and pulls off his gloves to reveal his ring, bearing the same symbol as on the medallion. "No more," he mutters as he tucks his gloves into his belt pouch.He gives a sigh and a nod at Trinham's words. "I just hope I don't fail... I would appreciate your advice. All of you. When it comes to my..." he coughs slightly "Barony."He takes a moment to remove his old chain shirt and slip into the links of the fine mithral one. "Thank you, ambassador. For both, though I cannot say I truly wanted the second. I am... prepared to leave."He also quietly asks the ambassador as the others finish their preparations "After you put the medallion around my neck, I... heard your voice, without you speaking, in my mind. How? I have only encountered such a thing once before, and it was powerful magic."</blockquote>