Sep

Relics of the First Age

Next day off Monday, I'll get a reply up

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Relics of the First Age

Yall still accepting?

@soren

As long as you're okay with our slow pace.

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@Sep Well happy early birthday in case I forget to get on tomorrow. I hope you have a good one chief.

@Renny

Thankyou best birthday I've had for a while.

I've got a post up, my next run of shifts is six days but hopefully if anyone replies to what I've had going on (feel free too, I've left it open), I'll be able to get something up in retort.

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The city basically vibrated with excitement, a swell of the crowds pushed their way towards the colosseum while others more interested in the prince, or unable to afford the gold charged to get into the arena, gathered on the streets bordering the parade route. Guards lined the streets keeping people from passing onto the road, the tips of their pikes glistened in the mid-morning sun. Standing straight with a threatening look about them due to the stoic look on their faces. Applause roared down the line as the Prince came walking down the street, flanked by his royal guard, trailed by the Grand Inquisitor and his allies in the Order. His armour glistened like new as he waved to subjects on either side on the long walk from the castle. The uproar was exhilarating, it fueled him and he could already feel the adrenaline coursing through his body and he hadn't even reached the arena yet. Atop his horse, he couldn't help but allow a smile to cross his face.

This was his day.

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Edge of the Circus

The girls dark skin betrayed her upbringing in far off lands, likely the Great Plains. She wore cloth around her head to try and disguise her features but her eyes betrayed the fear upon her face as she crouched down. They were searching for her and if she wasn't careful they would find her, and if they found her- she shivered slightly not even wanting to bear it any thought. Standing up she turned back to look at the North Gate as she saw a group of cloaked people searching for her, they pulled down hoods, checked behind people even going as far as disrobing some women to check for concealment. Though that easily could have been them abusing the situation in question.

Her heart spiked in hope as she saw the Captain of the Guard approach them, a wary look upon his face. Something exchanged between hands and the guard captain merely walked away. Shattering whatever hope she had. Behind her a tiger roared startling her, turning she backed away slightly. Missing the mass of human being behind her slamming into him. A strong arm grabbed her right arm, twisting her around. Pain shooting up her arm. "No! Let go, let go off me!" She screamed as people looked, none of them making eye contact with her as she cried. Slamming her free fist into the mans chest. Her small muscles making little gain.

"Stop making a scene! You're coming with me and you know it." He started dragging her, no matter how much she tried to drag her heels into it she was unable to stop his advance. Though it obviously became an annoyance as he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She continued to pound on his back.

"Stupid girl, you cost a good man his right hand for losing you." He grumbled as he started marching back towards the Northern Gate into the city.

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will be posting in the IC today or Sunday. Depends on how my day goes, I'd like to say maybe tomorrow but its my Birthday and I have plans so we'll just have to wait and see.

Relics of the First Age

@Sep

So uh I never got a denial or a confirmation on my character.

I'll just hang out until I hear something. But I'll assume a denial and wait for news on what needs changing.

@BigPapaBelial

I do apologise, I sometimes miss things on my work days. Accepted. I'll add the Troll/Orc lore to the OP once I'm on my off days.

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@vietmyke just announcing my formal interest in the OOC, again let me know if spaces fill up again as I won't be able to devote time to fully absorbing the OOC and making a sheet till Thursday.

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@Sep I think you said something about it earlier but you wanted us all to start off around the same area right?

@Renny

Preferably in and around the Capital of Etrid if you can swing it. If it makes no sense for your story just start wherever feels organic and I'll sort something out.

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The great hall echoed with footsteps as Prince Althor walked down towards the throne. A group of people stood near a table, behind them the throne sat vacant as always but after today that would be his position. Finally turning eighteen he would rule the Kingdom of Etrid as his father had intended, rather than custodianship falling to the Order of the Third Moon. The Order had significance, however, it had too much power. Althors father had spoken to him about it at length, and how the future of Etrid required separation between religious zealots and the state. You couldn't be fair to all your people if you could not treat them all equally after all. As the Prince approached the group they all stood to the side of the table bowing their heads, at their centre was a man dressed all in white who offered little more than a courteous head bow. Althor returned the gesture in kind.

"Grand Inquisitor."

"My Prince."

"How goes the preparations for the coronation?" As Althor moved closer to the table to see the plans they were quickly rolled up by an aide who then clasped them in his free hand while he just looked at the prince nervously. "What, do I not get to see my own proceedings?"

The Inquisitor looked amongst his aides before speaking. "We just feel it best that you focus on your own part of the coronation, such as the oath of allegiance. All you need to know is that the parade shall leave the palace at noon and arrive at the stadium an hour later. You do battle in the arena with a hippogriff and upon your victory, you recite your oath and take the crown. We shall deal with the minutia that is below you." Althor looked upon the Inquisitor's plain face, hard to read as ever before merely nodding.

"Very well-" And the sooner I am rid of you the better was how he wanted to finish that sentence. The Prince wasn't even sure who he would fill his court with, the only advisors that he had consulted since his fathers death all had ties to the Order of the Third Moon though that was quite likely the point. His fathers journals had warned him about the intracies of not just noble politics but of those of normal birth and how they sought to obtain power. "-if anyone needs me I shall be in my chambers. Preparing." Turning without a further thought it wasn't beyond his notice that the moment he was out of earshot the conversation begun anew. Whatever they were plotting, he would be ready for it and once he was King he'd be rid of them. Of this much he was certain.

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The guard barely made a noise as he was lowered to the floor, his throat gushing with blood from the freshly opened wound. The man dressed all in black returned to the shadows, they accepted him as if they were one of their own. The shadows billowing around him and hugging the cloak. He continued down the corridor for another ten metres before he turned to the wall, removing a piece of chalk and inscribing a symbol upon the wall. He then placed his hand over the symbol and spoke, his voice deep and throaty. "Gebind alfuhl gemengan cbeft" The symbol glowed for a second before he wiped it and it disappeared. Smiling to himself he continued down the corridor for a further ten metres before performing the same ritual and so on and so forth.

He had to be quick however, soon the guards body would be noticed and if he did not complete his work before then well. Everything was in jeapordy.