You wonder why it is that I say these things? Then clearly I must show you.
There is little honor to be found in the black hearts of ravens and crows, and so too is it difficult to find honesty amongst nobles and barons of this land. Our land heralds from a past of ambition and deceit, and we are all too familiar friends to a lust for power. It is when our virtuous champions are felled and usurped by bastard brethren that we open our eyes and raise our voices and hands to give birth to new champions. I remember one such time, in the royal court of Arthroyeaux...
... If you so insist, then I will tell you this tale of blackened deeds and maleficent corruption most foul. ~-~-~-~~-~-~-~~-~-~-~~-~-~-~~-~-~-~~-~-~-~~-~-~-~~-~-~-~~-~-~-~-~-~~-~-~-~~-~-~-~~-~-~-~~-~-~-~~-~-~-~~-~-~-~~-~-~-~~-~
Date - 15th Dawn's Light (April), Year 547 of the 2nd Era
Time - 7:37 PM, Tirdas, Evening
Location - Province of Ravenfell, Capital-City of Arthroyeaux, Royal Court of ArthroyeauxDamien sat upon the Ravenfellan Throne, looking outwards over his court with a sense of satisfaction and superiority as the crown did sit on his head. The majority of the court sat in their seats at the two tables of the great hall to listen to their newest addition in their ranks, a noblewoman who was versed in the arts of song and muse, playing a melodic song for her auspicious audience. Damien looked to his right as his close confidant, Baron Lucius Garthois, stepped over to his side. The man was tall, slender and proper as he clasped his hands behind his back. His skin was a soft, fair shade and tone, his black hair was streaked clearly with grey, and a curled moustache was placed above his pursed lips. He wore rich ash-grey Bretonian garments and fine Bretonian leather boots and gloves, which did much to credit his position and place in society.
Damien smiled, and continued to listen to their majestic maiden who sang with a voice that rivaled devilish sirens and divine angels, as his court mage, Evelyn Keove, stood by his left side. As they listened, Baron Lucius leaned in slightly towards Damien, and the King did the same towards Lucius.
"I took care of Baron Marcel, my liege. He won't be able to speak out against your favor, anymore." Lucius noted quietly. Damien smiled as he sat back once more in his throne.
"That is good then. There is little anyone left who will mount any form of resistance against my rule." Damien said with immense satisfaction. Lucius chuckled and stood back for the moment, looking over the singer and paying his attention to her song. Damien glanced to Evelyn.
"Evelyn, are you enjoying the performance as well?" He asked.
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Date - 15th Dawn's Light (April), Year 547 of the 2nd Era
Time - 7:37 PM, Tirdas, Evening
Location - Province of Ravenfell, City of Marceilles, Dancing Plate InnLamont watched as his friends merrily joined the locals in a celebration, a band of minstrels played merry tunes and songs at the head of the inn, joined with the chorus of rapturous singing and laughter. The young prince smiled and clapped along with the rhythm the minstrels orchestrated, glancing out the window every so often to look out onto the dark streets of Marceilles.
It had been two days since they left their village. Lamont and his party made their fairly uneventful journey to Marceilles in order to see if the local Baron would take them in as squires, and maybe eventually when they had a position of enough power, they would reveal to the Baron their true mission and ask for support.
That's the plan... Lamont kept telling himself as he sat in the inn, pondering within the excited atmosphere.
But if not this Baron, then we will still at least possess some amount of coinage that will buy us supplies, arms and armour and shelter we need in the meantime... Lamont told himself. But even so, in the back of his mind, he wondered how long it would take before he could reclaim the throne.
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