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Obelix watched the sunrise from the quarter deck, shinning in bright hues of orange, red and along with the yellow that would illuminate the world once again. Giving breath of a new day to people and beast alike, but for the Imperial Prince it would be another day at sea coming to a new land in the hopes of forging new alliances and trade routes. He didn't fear what these people would do to him because if they did act rashly his father and the entire might of the Vidalen Empire would stir, which in itself was a troubling thought even to him. But he had high hopes for this mission seeing as the heir apparent himself was coming that they'd see it as a gesture of good will and be hope that takes of peace would take place. For now though he took in the soothing smell of the sea, that was until on the horizon the new lands had been pointed out. Time of relaxation was over and give way to his actual duties. Exhaling a sigh before he bit into a sharp white. "The time has come."

Standing upon the quarter deck as Phoenix embroidered into the ships masts disappeared as they drifted into port. As to be expected his arrival was news to behold as most of the people in the harbor stared in shock seeing a foreign ship floating to make dock. According to policy he let his ship be searched when they'd docked, besides the sailors, a small contingent of military personal for his own protection and a plethora of welcoming gifts he was let in with welcome arms. Obelix thought it strange they'd let him in so easily but he'd forgo the notion for now. 

"Destination and reason?" The marshal had presumed to ask. More on edge than the harbor master especially for some reason.

"The Royal castle and to establish diplomacy and trade with the royals of this land." Fortune was smiling on him. These people spoke one of the languages of the empire.

"You and four men." Gruff and hard nosed as the old marshal was he didn't see any reason why Obelix and a part of his crew could go to the royals. But only under light escort and under the attention of the local guards. A reasonable demand and took it willingly. Two of his men hauling a chest as an initial token of good faith. 

While the countryside was beautiful he could say for these people, lush and green but compared with his homeland it was nothing. Then again such thoughts would be in their heads if they came to his lands. Never the less his stride didn't waver, his approach growing closer seeing the royal gates along with guards outlining the perimeter. Something was happening... Or at least we could be made out seeing this many guards. Stopping at the gate holding a parchment, sealed with his fathers ring. Handing to the chief of the watch, who looked at it for a minute and then back to Obelix. Studying the foreign prince before allowing a nod to let him and his guards pass by.

As Obelix approach the inner workings of the castle under watch of the guards he could her voices talking. Seeing as they were the royals or at least the heirs perhaps. His black cloak fluttered as he walked, trimmed in gold and red. His steps along with that of his men had been in-sync, allowing only one solid step to be heard as they approached. Reaching their destination they saw a room which consisted of nobility and the like. Feeling the stares at him which was to be obviously expected, but shook his head slightly seeing that their envoy had clearly never made it to the castle. "Gamó̱to den to kánei."

Staring for a moment, trying to figure out who to even address between all these younger individuals. Well all save one were younger, the armored knight looked older than he was. It proved fruitless though, all of them looked the type. So now what? Since he couldn't figure out who was in charge among this rabble he'd have to make a wide gesture.

"I'm the Imperial Prince and Heir of the Vidalen Empire. Obelix Vidales. Here to establish diplomacy, trade and possibly a beneficial alliance. To whom am I speaking to engage in these talks or at least give me the courtesy to speak with who's in charge." Gesturing with his left hand that held only three fingers, a gift of what the last war had done to him. His speech clearly accented but carried his pronunciation with flawless procession. Glancing among the rooms occupants, seeing who'd heed his call first. As he did the chest containing a preemptive gift of gold and silver was set down, but the guards themselves still in perfect stature awaiting for an order or action.

I'm gonna let another post or two go by before Obelix makes his entrance. For my second character I've hit a road block and unsure of the type I want to create so I've got a couple options before me and I wanted to throw them out. The first being a rouge duke who's father lead to the last internal strife that lead to war costing the kingdoms dearly. Unfourtantly he is a part of one of the royal families but from a younger sibling generations who still has support and is loved by the people in his duchy. The second is Obelix's personal guard and to put it plainly she is a hothead man handler, that fights first asks questions later. Or lastly a Loras Tyrell type of knight. Skilled fighter in nearly all aspects but is flamboyantly gay. I'm not for sure on which one. Thoughts?

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