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Thomas stood at attention, rising from the stairs, to meet the visitor. Judging by the bodyguard escort, Thomas could conjecture that the visitor of some importance. As Thomas looked closer at the small girl, he noticed the winged serpent sigil adorning her necklace. Thomas had been taught to recognize royalty when he saw it, and he slightly bowed his head in respect, "Princess Sophia Octavia, of the Prestigious Lyok, I assume?" Thomas spoke, as he rose from his slight bow, "King Bard has not alerted his personal guard as when he will be joining the guests. I can alert him to your presence, though, if you wish." Thomas added as he still stood at slight attention. Thomas glanced back over to Sophia's bodyguard, noting that he was dressed in the tradition garments of the Brass Hand, the Lifeguard of the Octavia family. Thomas was happy to have member of a order such as the Brass Hand in the capital, and wondered to himself if the man would be partaking in the tournament. As Thomas looked at the wiry man, he nodded slightly, acknowledging the man, before returning his gaze back to the Princess.
The Grand Hall (the dinner hall) and the throne room are open to visitors, but most of the personal wings, I.E the King's chambers and the chambers of officials, are off limits. The outside of the Palace is completely open to visitors. City Watch is watching areas outside, with guards placed every so often, while the Lifeguard patrol the Palace and guard off limit places.
Thomas stood in the empty throne room in the Palace, in his gleaming white armor, and the white cloak of the Lifeguard. Thomas enjoyed being part of the Lifeguard, also known as the Order of the Thistle, as much as anyone. It gave him a sense of higher purpose and direction in his life. As he admired the seat of the King, he thought of all the past kings who had sat on the throne. Thomas was just beginning his duty as a Lifeguard when the King Arduin II the Lost died bedridden and infirm. It had been a hectic few years for the Order of the Thistle. One King died in bed, the other with a bout of sickness, and now a 30 year old king was to be crowned the successor to his brothers. 30 years old, with no wife, and no heir. Thomas sighed, as he walked towards the throne, his left hand gripping the hilt of Harmony, his sword. No doubt many other people would try to take advantage of this situation, and the only thing standing between Bard and certain death was the Order of the Thistle, numbering only 20 members now. Sir Redwyne Cole the Morningstar, the commander of the Order, had commanded that there be a 24/7 guard on the king of at least 5 men, with others shifting in and out. Thomas, thankfully, had just ended his night shift, guarding the King's bed chambers, and wasn't suppose to take over a shift until later. Thomas let loose his grip around Harmony, and pulled his white gloves tighter over his hands. Thomas was itching for some sort of action, and was thankful that the Coronation celebration was happening soon, which would also bring a tournament in honor of the King. Thomas would be able to participate in lancing, and single combat dueling, in the tournament to win glory for his King. He had already been selected by Redwyne Cole himself to champion for the Order of the Thistle in the tournament, an honor that Thomas was well-deserving. Thomas was a master at winning tournaments, particularly in lance matches. Thomas carefully sat on the stairs leading up to the throne, his back now to the seat, and facing the grand doors to the palace. The hall of the Throne room were massive in size, and beautiful in scope, but Thomas couldn't help but feel that it lacked something. Thomas hoped that their new King, Bard, would fill this hall with what it lacked.
Let's do this!
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Name: Thomas "Kingsblood" Morgan Age: 34 Gender: Male Race: 'Half-Elf' Appearance: Thomas has very handsome features, cutting a very nice figure, betraying his older age, making him appear closer to 20. Possessing an athletic build, it is obvious that Thomas is very fit and suited for his job. Thomas has brown hair, long and burly, that partially hangs in his face. The hair partially obscures his visions most of the time, due to it's length, which provokes Thomas to hurriedly push it out of his face. Thomas' eyes are color a very bright blue, which set against his brown hair and fair skin make them appear even brighter. Thomas possesses no facial hair whatsoever, and appears to be unable to grow any either. This can be attributed to his Elven bloodline. Thomas stands about 6'2'', which combined with his muscular figure, leads him to pose a very authoritative air about him. His facial features are not soft by any means. His skin seems rough, judged by looking at it, as if it was carved from the bark of a tree. Although, when touched, the skin is silk smooth, and is removed from any type of hair. Clothing: As part of the Lifeguard of the king, Thomas typically wears the standard uniform of the Lifeguard most of the time. In his down time, in what little he has, Thomas opts to wear clothes fit for his heritage. Tight fitting tunic, and pants, both colored brown and emblazoned with the sigil of his family, a white tree with no leaves on it's branches. The sigil is small on his pants, positioning itself on the upper right part of his pants. The sigil on his tunic remains right above his heart, about 3 inches wide, and 3 inches long in size. Thomas also has taken to wearing the customary cloak when out of uniform, which seems popular with the people in Estovet. The cloak is faded light blue, with many mud stains, and white marks, down the length of it. Weaponry: Instead of opting for the traditional weapons of the Lifeguard, Thomas instead uses his family's ancestral Elven sword, made of extremely sharp steel. The blade, while possesses the qualities of steel, is said to have it's own magical properties. The sword is a regular sized long sword, possessing a light blue hilt, a brown leather handle, and a blue diamond pommel. The blade of the sword is the most special thing about it. The blade is pale, like milk, and shines as bright as any light when exposed to the sun. Despite it's length, the sword is extremely light, operating almost like a feather in the hand of the wielder. In runes of the long forgotten civilizations of the Elves, is written the name of the sword; Harmony. The sword is said to be more than 8000 years old, passed down from generation to generation in the Morgan family. Due to be taught in the style of sword-and-free style of combat, Thomas opts to have a free hand with fighting with his sword, allowing him to more elaborate flourishes, and thrusts, while keeping his balance, an art learned from the Elves called 'Light Fighting'. The sword resides in a sheath, that is tied tight around Thomas' waist at all times, almost never without it. The sheath is pure black, made of leather, with a white trim to the sheath. Small blue diamonds embedded down the centre of the sheath cause it to shine slightly. Thomas was given the sword at the age of 8, and was trained with it by a Master-of-Arms until he was nearly 23 years old, leaving him extremely skilled in the art of swordplay. Personality: Due to his upbringing, which tried to emulate Elven upbringing, Thomas is extremely honorable and honest, which can hurt him sometimes. Thomas was taught to always tell the truth, and always treat others as equals, and treat those above you as if they were walking Gods. This has led to Thomas being a extremely reliable Lifeguard member. Thomas' honor defines his life, and all his actions, never leaving a moment where Thomas isn't 'on duty'. Thomas also has learned to be extremely just, following laws often to the dot, despite circumstance. History: Thomas grew up in a far away land called the Alinor, said to be the ancient home of the Elves. The land was bountiful, lush, and beautiful. Unfortunately, it was also in heavy turmoil. The Morgan family ruled over the land of Alinor, which approached the size of Estovet in sheer size, but was actually only partially populated. The Morgan Family traces it's lineage back to the old civilizations of the Elves, claiming to have married and sire children with the Elves, leading them to call themselves 'Half-Elves'. Thomas' father, Archibald the Last Elf, was a man of extreme honor and ruled over the land of Alinor. While Archibald's nickname was 'The Last Elf' it referred more to his style of rule and lifestyle, than bloodline. In truth, Archibald had no more elf blood than Thomas. Archibald led the Royal forces in a destructive civil war against the lords of Alinor, that lasted nearly 20 years. Thomas was born in the final years of the civil war, which saw Archibald execute many of the rebel leaders, using the traditional form of Elven execution know as 'The Eagle', The Eagle involved cutting the ribs of the victim by the spine, breaking them so they resembled wings, and then pulling the victim’s lungs out through the opening. Salt would then be dry-rubbed on the wound. This led to Archi being labeled as a tyrant and cruel ruler. Vassals of the king openly plotted his assassination, while Archi comfortably sat on his throne. When Thomas was 15, his father named him his personal bodyguard, which placed Thomas in the view of Archibald's day-to-day affairs. Thomas witnessed absolute horror, as he watched prisoners treated to The Eagle treatment hang above Lily Palace, the seat of King Archibald. Thomas remembered his upbringing, and dutifully served his father. When Thomas was 21, civil war once again broke out in Alinor. Thomas was left to rule Lily Palace, as Archibald went off to fight the war. This war was shorter, lasting only two years, and leaving half the country on fire. During Thomas' regency, he had time to ponder his father's sins. Soon, Archibald returned to the Palace, done with the civil war. As he walked into the King's Hall, Thomas sat upon the throne. As Archibald approached the throne, Thomas stood up and hugged his father, congratulating him on his victory, shortly before stabbing his father in the heart with a hidden dagger. Archibald collapsed, dying. Thomas then fled the kingdom, leaving it in the hands of the Master-at-Arms. Thomas took Harmony, along with a small purse of gold, and left for a far away land he had heard of in stories, called Estovet. Thomas arrived at Keilaudrin, and instantly began making a name for himself, by participating in tournaments, winning the majority of them. By the time he was 25, after winning multiple tournaments, Thomas swore an oath to the King, and took up membership of the Lifeguard. Thomas has ignored his past life, preferring to forget about it. One thing, sticks with him from his old home, though, and that is his families' motto; Just and Loyal.
Addie smiled. "Oh, thank you for helping me, Vindle." Addie replied, as she unlocked her arm from his.
Addie gingerly grabbed onto Vindle's arm, and then proceeded to lock her arm around Vindle's, in order to stay close. "Thanks, again, for helping me out." Addie said, with a small smile. She preferred now to look down at the ground.
Addie smiled, and reached her hand out to search for Vindle, so that they could make their way to the gym.
Addie frowned, and returned her hand to her lap, and waited patiently.
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