[Fantasy] A Labyrinth of Evil
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Garrite Mardoval, alighted off his horse as the entrance to the city. With a cloak over his specially tailored armor he appeared to be only a traveler in the busy city of Athrahu, the capital of Nevithal. There were more then a few glances his way as his face betrayed his ancestry, yet most were too busy with their own tasks to give him any trouble. Because of the ongoing war between the Kingdom and the Matriarchy, hostilities were high, but not nearly as high as along the border.
Athrahu, was everything he had read about. Its walls thick, it's gates large and reinforced with the strongest wood and steel, yet still elegantly decorated. Its marketplace boasting all the riches of the world, every kind of luxury and merchandise at one's fingertips. If they had the coin. The even the poorer districts of the city had houses that were strong and styled to please the eye. The Circle had seen to it that the capital was indeed the jewel of Nevithal. However, up on the hill in the middle stood the royal palace. It by contrast was nothing spectacular compared to the temples Garrite had seen from his home. Yet to his eyes it was a beauty all the same. Any commander worth his rank could see it was a fortress of power! Its very simplicity deceptive. This palace Garrite knew was nigh impregnable. The walls towering, the gate as unyielding as a God's will. This was no lazy Priestess's comfortable harlem of pleasures, but a warrior's house. A bastion of strength. He felt his heart swell at the sight to realize that this was his father's seat of power.
Leading his horse up the long path he marched up with his shoulders back and his face held high like a prince. For the first time in years since he was removed from his mother's house, he felt like he was coming home. After weeks of careful manipulating of information to both the Kingdom and the Matriarchy, He had succeeded in forcing the Circle to draw from the city's defenses. Allowing his father to move in with his own forces while simultaneously compelling the Matriarchy's army to withdraw from it's previous over extension. He had spent the better part of his life training for this moment. This was where he belonged.
-Character POV Change-
Ravin Haboth, was standing at his post just outside the entrance to the King's palace. The palace was more of a fort then a place of royal residence. Despite having been the home of numerous kings in the past, there was little of its architecture or halls that was not plain with practicality. In fact it was only in the last four years that the King had started to decorate his palace with signs of wealth and status. And that was after the King had brought his army into the city while the majority of the Circle's Orc heavy infantry was away and engaged with the Matriarchy's forces on the front.
It was not a move the Circle had been expecting, nor was it particularly well received, however the people's hearts were towards the King who gave to them generously from the spoils of war, rather then to the reclusive Circle who reined over them from above. When his Majesty was in court there wasn't a day that went by without someone bringing their complaint before the King asking for his judgement. Ravin's father Venron had been particularly helpful in persuading the common people to look to his Majesty's captains and generals instead of their local Lords for protection under the law. It was a new dawning for the Kingdom that was taking place. And Ravin was determined to do his part for his father and his King.
It was then that he spotted the man walking his purebred black horse, up the gate dressed in a traveler's cloak. A confident steady stride in his steps, there was an air about the man that commanded respect. Ravin straightened up and watched with interest as the tall broad-shouldered young man paused at the gate. It was clear that the young traveler was probably someone of import, it was also clear that his bloodline had Matriarch mixed in it as well. Ravin gripped his sword hilt a little tighter. "The Darkies" as his guard captain would call them, where a heathen savage people who's existence was a blasphemy to the Gods. The King had orders that all could see him today but still...
The man started again but not before he turned his eyes toward Ravin. It was brief but penetrating, and Ravin almost broke the gaze. But the traveler turned away before he did and continued through the gate towards palace itself, handed the reins of his horse to the stablehand, and continued on as if he had been expected into the main hall. None of the usual ambassador's insistence on being announced, or the commoner's plea for an audience. More like an expected party, or possibly one of his Majesty's spys.