[h2]Prince Erik Reighn - Dawn, Miricia[/h2]

"I'd say that's an understatement," Erik answered his companion Zachary. The prince looked around at the lances pointed at him and contemplated what to do, while also taking a good look at the soldiers more carefully. There was... something wrong about this. Obviously the law was unfair. But something else was bothering Erik. It was these soldiers, their stances in particular. They were... off. They didn't seem like any standard Mirician soldier. 

"Your answer, Prince Reighn?" The mustached lance-wielder asked again. Erik gazed at the mustached man, then down at the wolf laguz by his feet. He exchanged glances with Zachary and Gregory, and figured the best route would be to simply desist and comply. Nothing good would come from it otherwise.

"We'll accompany you," Erik stated with a salty tone. He watched the raven laguz previously carrying Gregory appear to take off, and Erik did his best not to look in that direction, so as to not attract any attention to him. He knew the situation well enough to understand that any laguz caught in the middle of this would be horrendous for them.

"Excellent," The mustached man nodded, causing the lance-wielders to raise their lances. "Now then, two things, my lord," He addressed the prince. "First, we must dispose of the ruffian still inside the tavern causing a disturbance. I assume he is not with you and that he may be... taken care of?" 

Erik gritted his teeth. He knew exactly what they meant. Although he wasn't fond of the strange-haired mage causing damage, he also didn't want him brutally murdered without any chance to defend himself. Erik had to think quick on his feet. "The man hurt my comrades! I'd have him answer to me, if that's fair."

"Ah, that should work, my lord," The mustached commander nodded, and called for one of the soldiers to step forward. The man's appearance was different than the other soldiers, so much so that Prince Erik recognized him right away. He wasn't a regular soldier. He wasn't even Mirician. He was from Monos, the frozen lands of the north. 

[hider=Derius Merridan - The First Knight of Monos]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/2vKI6bk.jpg[/img]
Constitution - 28
 Strength - 24
 Magic - 10
 Skill - 17
 Speed - 18
 Defense - 22
 Resistance - 17 
 Luck - 12
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Derius Merridan is the First Knight of Monos, a title granted to the strongest knight in the royal guard of Monos. Derius is a fiend, one who cares little about the excuses or pity of others, and carries out his orders swiftly and brutally. Erik had met him while he had trained with his friend, the crown prince of Monos. He had always given him the creeps, even when he was younger. His horned helmet resembled the wyverns found in that frozen country. Yet if Erik had to choose between fighting the First Knight and a fully grown, vicious wyvern, he would choose the Wyvern every time. 

Derius walked into the tavern, and approached Felix inside. Instantly, many of the ruffians who initially resisted had paled and backed off, knowing full well who this man was. "Desist and accompany me, or die. You will not be warned again," The large, armored man stated loudly as he grabbed for his large halberd.

Erik could only watch as the First Knight had entered the tavern. He felt sweat drip off his brow, as he turned his attention to the mustached commander again. "Now then, secondly, that one," He pointed to the black laguz in the sky. "Was he one of the conspirators too, Prince Reighn? Shall he be annihilated?"

"No!" Gregory suddenly whispered beside Erik. The Prince grabbed his larger knight companion and gritted his teeth. "He's with us," He said impulsively, knowing full well the laguz would be captured now. But he knew being capture would be much preferable to execution.

"Very well then... Master Joriah, will you please?" The mustached man called to another, recognizable face to Erik.

[hider=Joriah Egregor - The First Mage of Monos]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/aoEHkoj.jpg[/img]
Constitution - 25
 Strength - 6
 Magic - 24
 Skill - 24
 Speed - 20
 Defense - 10
 Resistance - 22
 Luck - 16
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The man was almost as famous as his counterpart, Derius. As the First Mage of Monos, Joriah was in charge of the entire mage division of Monos. He was an unpleasant man who spent more time counting his money and spending it on gambling and other vices than on leading. But his skill could not be denied. His lightning magic was as precise as it was deadly. He walked forward with a grin and cried out to the flying laguz. 

"Black-winged beast!" He called hatefully. "Get down here, or be brought down!"

It was only then that it began to dawn on Erik what was going on. The mustached man was a Mirician General of some sort. He couldn't pinpoint his name, but he had seen his face. However, the troops, their armor, and most especially their long, deadly lances, all bore the resemblance not of Mirician soldiers. They were from Monos.

What in the world was going on?