MicahTheRogue

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Noah filed in, right beside Wallace, marveling at the Palace's structure fully. "Well, I will pray that King Bard is being taken very well care of." Noah responded, turning his head to fully appreciate everything the sights of the courtyard and Palace had to offer. "How old is the King?" Noah randomly asked. His father had not told him much about the man named Bard, but his father did tell him that he was the third son of a previous King. Noah assumed that meant the King would be in his early twenties, although Noah this was probably not the case, as he was just hoping the king would be young so that he could build an actual friendship with the King. The Palace and courtyard that Noah strolled through was much different from the capital of Cressen. A snow-capped fortress with 6 metre thick walls, and a barren courtyard. The south was definitely as pretty as his father had made it out to be.

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Noah frowned for a moment, at the revelation they had made it late to the celebration, but his frown then turned to a grin at Wallace's invitation to the Great Hall. "I would be glad to join you in the Great Hall, Sir Regent." Noah responded, as he turned back to his guards. All of them looked visibly concerned at the mention that their had been nasty trouble in the Palace grounds not to long ago. "Massey, I want you to take the rest of the guards and enjoy a night in the tavern. I'm sure Sir Regent will take good care of me." Noah ordered, with a boyish grin. Massey, the captain of the guard, nodded, and turned on his heel, leading the entourage of guards back through the gate. Noah turned towards the man named Wallace Canti. "I apologize for our tardiness. We have traveled for nearly 3 weeks, so that I may visit the King and congratulate him." Noah felt slightly remorseful at their tardiness. Many didn't consider Cressen an actual Kingdom, and the fact that they constantly failed to act as one only served their opposers. "Where is King Bard? I'd like to meet him."

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Noah grinned as a man of definite importance strode up to the gate, finishing the problem between the two guards rather quickly. Noah was escorted into the courtyard, quickly, by his lot of guards. Once inside the courtyard, Noah turned to the man who had no doubt saved him a lot of time. The small boy, with a big grin, looked very queer in a fur cloak that nearly engulfed his whole body. This did not look like a prince, but sure enough, the small symbol on his clasp, a black bear with a white crown, signified that he was indeed part of the royal family of Cressen. "I thank you, kind sir." Noah pulled his left hand out from under his massive cloak, striking it forward to shake the older looking man's hand. "I am Prince Noah Ardian, heir to the seat of Cressen, first born son of King Guymon Adrian." Noah introduced, dutifully reciting his titles, his eyes shifting to the side, and his words taking slight pauses, as if a child attempting to remember a problem in class.

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Noah had arrived earlier that day, with only a small entourage of guards arriving with him. They had been caught up at the gate to the Palace for quite some time now, while the captain of his guard talked to the palace guard who was watching the gate. Noah shifted himself, uncomfortably, in his big cloak, that had wolf, and fox, furs layer around it's shoulders and necks. Such a cloak in a southern country made it uncomfortably hot for the boy prince, but Noah figured he'd rather be hot and uncomfortable, than have his missing arm showing. Exactly the reason why he wore the cloak so often. Noah doubted the new King of Keilaudrin, Bard II, would be impressed with the boy prince coming instead of the father, especially a crippled boy prince. 'Although' Noah mused, 'I am my father's only child.' Maybe that would earn a little more respect for his arrival. 'Father gave me one sole mission. Make a good impression, and attempt to form a friendship with the king.' Noah thought, imagining how he would go about making an adult man his friend.

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Cool beans.

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Name: Prince Noah Ardian
Age: 15
Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance/Clothing:

Noah

Weapons: Due to an incident in Noah's past, his entire right arm was taken from the boy, leaving him unable to continue the heritage of the Ardian family by becoming a warrior-king.

Personality: Noah is a troublemaker, but he knows when to be courtly. With his father too sick to rule the kingdom, Noah often has to take charge, and make major desicisons. This is helped him with his maturity, but he often rather act like a 15 year-old, than a future king. Overall, however, Noah is a kind and gentle person.

History: Noah was born to a King far in the North part of Estovet. The kingdom is fairly small, boasting a population of only 800,000, but his family has ruled over the people of Cressen for nearly 2,000 years, a very old dynasty that takes pride in it's heritage. During his youth, while training with his uncle, Noah's arm was crippled horrendously, on complete accident of the uncle. Instead of keeping the corrupted appendage, Noah chose instead to have it removed. The family of Ardian was built upon the backs of it's proud warriors, and it seemingly hospitable landscape. Cressen covers most of the arctic north of Estovet, but only a small portion is populated by the civilized peoples, and it's land consists mainly of snowy fields, forested hills, and mountains. Despite this, the people of Cressen have prospered from this hardship. Warriors raised in Cressen are famed for traveling the world as sellswords, and fighting for other nations for profit. Despite the willingness of it's warriors to sell themselves to other nations for profit, Cressen itself is a extremely isolationist when it comes to dealing with other countries. Noah, being the only son of King Guymon Ardian, was sent to Keilaudrin to congratulate the king, although he had made it extremely late to the event.

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Jon Easten sat with a large group of people, who were noticeably more high born than himself, but he did a good job of keeping to himself, drinking slightly from a goblet of warm water that he had managed to acquire. Jon was still very much sore, and wounded, from his fight with the knight known as Jezin, but he didn't let it show at all. He looked across the guests sitting in the Great Hall, noticing Jezin off the bat, conversing with some girl or another. Jon seemed to be the only one who realized that a death had occurred earlier, and that things seemed bad enough for people to grim. But here sat all these people, carrying on with their own small parties and cliques, content to drink away all the worry. Jon scoffed to himself, as he took another drink from his goblet.

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The pommel struck true, slamming into the back of Jon's head. Jon blacked out, once more, this time for about five seconds, before coming to. He was now on one knee, and one hand. Jon could once again feel the warmth, this time down the back of his head, "You hit like a mule, you know that?" Jon said, as he slowly started to rise, struggling as if an invisible mule was on his back weighing him down. As Jon stood completely straight up, he turned to look at Jezin. The vision for Jon was now almost completely blacked out, "You're lucky, you damned knight." Jon managed out, as he fell forward, landing on his side, at the feet of Jezin, rendered completely unconscious from bloodloss.

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Gameday bucket go boom.

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That and being a total scrub.