Standing atop a tree, I gaze at the distant town, its rulers keep beside the mess of bustling streets and tall buildings they call Lhivora. I myself prefer dwarven made towns and cities. They build underground, using the earth as their walls and caves as their homes. Though these were not dwarves, this is where my true kin survive, though I shall still see myself being somewhat closer to the dwarves. The small dwarven undervillage here treated me well enough, and the sight of dwarven architecture is one I had missed over my long travels. Though I must be gratiful for these pleasantries, as their is still a reason you are here, and soonest done, soonest mended as the saying very well goes. My suits servo's hiss as I bring up my right arm, aiming it towards the castle, my outstreched finger pointing towards the castle gates. "Weeeel it's not exactly accurate...But at least it works"
I have tried and tested this simple form of teleportation before, and utilize it quite a fair bit. Chattering my teeth, I triggered the smell, and was sent flying to where my finger had pointed. It wasn't really teleportation, it was just moving really really past with a preset destination. Just the tool to set that destination wasn't very good, as in this case it was a line drawn from the tip of my finger. The guards ether side of the gate were far too stuned to react to my sudden appearance, though who wouldn't question their sanity if a skeleton in a suit of steam armour suddenly appeared infront of you and started to talk? "I have come from a request of the king, or whoever it is who's in charge here"
Entering the castles interior, I strolled through the corridors, knowing the places layout well enough from a mere glance. Being braught up by dwarves taught me more then what was in X rock. Maids, servants and what have you walked in the castles depths, preparing all maner of things ad amking sue everything was exactly how it should be. Though I was one of those things that shouldn't of really been their, and it seemed after so long of having everything completely the same as last tuesdays made my appearance a rather traumatic ordeal. After untold hurried foot steps as servants turned the other way and tried to not notice me, and after around five maids had droped what hey were carrying and ran off screaming, I reached the waiting room for the man with the cloak and crown, though I'm happy to say their were two others seated their. Seems I wouldn't be alone in my endeavour, but when someone puts up a prize that high, what common man wouldn't try his luck? One was a duelist by the looks of it, or something along those lines, carrying a magnifcent blade, and having practically no armour lead to that conclusion. Seems he also lost an eye, since I don't think that he got up this morning and decided he wanted to look a bit like a pirate. And the other was...Hm, not a dwarf, isn't wide or strong enough, and they would never wear such clothing, far too impractical for their liking...Possible a halfling...? No, he's not barefoot for one, and he isn't pot bellied ether. Seems it was a gnome, and by that staff a spellcaster at that. Well, if things ever got out of hand and I had to deal with him, at least I know I had the advantage of being able to kick him in the face and send him flying a couple of miles. "Well, I can definatly say that from the looks of you two...This little...Adventure...Will definatly be...Fun, shall we say?"