(RP) Dangerous Legacy

[hafrogman]

Liam flushes slightly at his unintended light hearted reference to the recently departed elven hero. He clears his throat uncomfortably and then continues.

"No matter. My dear dwarf, this bridge is just as solid as you yourself are. It is not going anywhere, while we on the other hand, should be going onwards."

He turns to talk to Sonrik as they walk.

"This is about usual for Enberton. It's certainly crowded, but that's what city life is all about."


He attempts to give the paladin directions to the temple district, but not being a terribly devoted worshiper, his description is a bit vague.

 

[Bobitron]

Kale follows along, thinking about what Sonrik had said and looking at him with new-found respect. He scowls his way through the crowds, unlike the vocal halfling, his bulk and the expression on his face clearing the path.

 

[Knight Otu]

Sel'Tarien's face hardens as Liam mentions Kendrian, silently following over the Sky Bridge.
A strange place this is... he thinks, somewhat intimidated by the strangeness within the familiar that this city presents to him. Is that the nature of the humans?

 

[Vendetta]

Crossing the great sky bridge, the group arrives on the other side. Odo and Gemble manage to have quite a good time in the crossing, seeing various things of interest at the vender stands (There was not nearly enough time to slip into the shops for better window shopping) Once across the bridge, a very wide road heads due west, lined with lawns, trees and shrubs of all kinds. If only for the bustling cityscape just beyond the greenery, one might think they were on a country lane walking to town.

Just ahead a line of soldiers march toward the party. They are dressed in bold, purple coats over leather and chainmail shirts and black pants. Leather bandoliers cris-cross their chest. There is a long, white sash at their waist, which hangs to the knee. A hip pouch sits on the opposite side where hangs the scabbard and sword. Each soldier is also carrying a long pike like pole-arm, head up into the air with a black frilly tassel that hangs down. The pole-arm rests on their right shoulder, with the right arm straight, clasping the pike low and swinging it with their stride. The left hand rests mid-way at their chest. Their head is capped with a open faced helm, much like a spartan helm from ancient Greece. There is a large plume from each, a silky, shinning feather like a peacock with more of the tassle-frill. Their formation is tight and crisp... there is no mistaking well trained soldiers.

Liam informs the group that they are royal guard, not regular infantry. While the regular troops were similar such clothes, they are not so clean and sharp looking. However, the duel weapons is standard, used for charges or accepting a charge, then drawing swords for close combat. They are also fitted with bucklers on their shield arm, though it is hidden under the coat.

The street clears for the soldiers to pass. Once by, the street fills again and the group continues on their way. It isn't long before the palace begins to rise from the street ahead. If the city of Enberton is a jewel, then the palace was an oddly carved gem indeed. Having quite a different look from the rest of Enberton, the palace has a stronger, more sturdy look to it, like a centuries old gothic cathedral. The wall surrounding the palace is thick and radiates a magical aura. At the open gate, five royal guard stand.

The center guard calls out to you. "Ho and greetings, but hault! By what authority do you approach?"

 

[taitzu52]

As the group is questioned by the guard, Sonrik steps forward. He looks quite the farmboy in chainmail as he stands before the guard in all of his regalia. Still, Sonrik summons the courage to say what he’s been planning to for weeks now. “We come as emissaries of Tev El’Roe, and the southwest lands of the Tuskan.” He says, his voice loud and clear like a heralds, his words seem almost practiced, “The Elders of these lands have sent us to bring tidings of unrest in the West.” He says trying to gauge the guards reaction, “And, to offer our own aid and council in these darkening times, to those that would call themselves the leaders of the free peoples of Enber.” as he turns to look at the elves, dwarves, and halflings around him. Sonrik wonders how one stands at the gate of the grandest palace in all of Enber and asks to see the King with a straight face, but he tries nonetheless. He finishes in almost a pleading, yet ultimately sincere tone, “Please, we seek and audience.”

(OOC- I got some Diplomacy ready if you want it. +8)

 

[Vendetta]

"Tidings of unrest in the west? What say you? Where is Tevel Row? I've not heard of this place. The trouble is heard in the east where the elves once made their homes now burnt to the ground." The leader of the guards steps forward as he speaks from his center possition. Though his questions seem doubting, his face is lightly masked in worry and some fear.

 

[Tor L'Tha]

As the group is questioned by the guard, Sonrik steps forward. He looks quite the farmboy in chainmail as he stands before the guard in all of his regalia. Still, Sonrik summons the courage to say what he’s been planning to for weeks now. “We come as emissaries of Tev El’Roe, and the southwest lands of the Tuskan.” He says, his voice loud and clear like a heralds, his words seem almost practiced, “The Elders of these lands have sent us to bring tidings of unrest in the West.” He says trying to gauge the guards reaction, “And, to offer our own aid and council in these darkening times, to those that would call themselves the leaders of the free peoples of Enber.” as he turns to look at the elves, dwarves, and halflings around him. Sonrik wonders how one stands at the gate of the grandest palace in all of Enber and asks to see the King with a straight face, but he tries nonetheless. He finishes in almost a pleading, yet ultimately sincere tone, “Please, we seek and audience.”

Not completely knowing what to do Rak takes one step forward and with his hand on Sonrik's shoulder. “It's true what my friend here says” “our little group have members that comes from different regions of the kingdom and all of us have news” ... “and not good ones” he nods at Sonrik letting him know that his words was both powerful and well chosen.

“I beg you Sir to let us trough and make a appointment with the King himself if possible”

 

[Bobitron]

Kale stands back and lets the more verbose in the group speak. His own rough words might be a hinderance in this case. His long blade is point first into the stone, and he leans the weight of his thick arms over the pommel.

 

[Vendetta]

"The King is busying himself with preperations for this evenings welcoming dinner for the emissaries from the whole of Enber. I cannot bid you leave to see him at this time. The King is always concerned over the well-being of the people but the current situation is of paramount importance. Perhaps you can stay on a few days in Enberton and then a meeting can be arranged to bring to the King's attention this business in the west?" The guard says with a note of strength in his voice that denotes a polite request.

 

[Tor L'Tha]

“Sir” “with all respect for your duties” “can you help us to be invited to the welcoming dinner for the emissaries?” “our petition is of great importance, since the future of our towns lies in a swift decision” ... “the walls of our home villages may be under siege as we speak” ...”Sir for the love you have for your mother and family” “please arrange invitation for us”... “we are in way or another emissaries from forgotten corners of the kingdom”

Diplomacy +6