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I'm just a man, I'm here to play roles. That's about it. If you want more, ask for more.
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An honorary bellhop for some well received guests by the king. The most honorable job in the world. He didn't doubt for a second that this was some cruel joke by some greater power. In order to garner favor among all parties, he would have no other choice but to do just what was asked of him; show this rag-tag party to their rooms once they were done with their business. Garrett let out a soft sigh, one that was barely audible, but audible nonetheless.
As much action as an arena put under maintenance due to infectious mold.
The Blighted Knight sure did love this treatment. He loved it so much he thought he would elope just to get it all the time; in a way he already did. Nodding to the king as respectfully as possible one could do with just a nod, Garrett would make his way to a doorway that seemed sturdy enough to make his appearance known to the Well respected guests before him. When they were done talking their pieces to the king, he had hoped they would line up with him in order for him to guide them exactly where they need to go. He looked around for a dumbwaiter hatch, preferably one that lead to a disposal chute. But that was rude. Garrett held himself off from those thoughts, why would he hate a group he didn't even know. He didn't know why, so he stood vigilant for the team to do what they needed to.
@Rai
As much action as an arena put under maintenance due to infectious mold.
The Blighted Knight sure did love this treatment. He loved it so much he thought he would elope just to get it all the time; in a way he already did. Nodding to the king as respectfully as possible one could do with just a nod, Garrett would make his way to a doorway that seemed sturdy enough to make his appearance known to the Well respected guests before him. When they were done talking their pieces to the king, he had hoped they would line up with him in order for him to guide them exactly where they need to go. He looked around for a dumbwaiter hatch, preferably one that lead to a disposal chute. But that was rude. Garrett held himself off from those thoughts, why would he hate a group he didn't even know. He didn't know why, so he stood vigilant for the team to do what they needed to.
@Rai
Happy Monday friends!
Your post hurts me deeply
Where the Blight women at
@Rai
Having no other choice but to follow the King himself, Garrett found himself alongside the primary benefactor to the surrounding land and fiefdom; Vrondi himself, or at least one of them, since he just split into two. He did not know what to make of that, but he was in the presence of one that wished to talk to him either to scold him for not being formal enough, or not taking care of his armor in the sense that it wasn't shiny. He had gotten a lot of that this evening; now he was going to get that from a King, funny really, maybe he should explain to the king why his armor is the way it is.
Garrett did not know what to say to the King at this very moment that would not put himself at a disadvantage. Silence was the best option for this case, he knew whatever King Vrondi had to say to Garrett that could not be said in front of an audience was most likely important to some substantial degree, so, he stuck to the plan of following the King and heeding his words with great interest.
Having no other choice but to follow the King himself, Garrett found himself alongside the primary benefactor to the surrounding land and fiefdom; Vrondi himself, or at least one of them, since he just split into two. He did not know what to make of that, but he was in the presence of one that wished to talk to him either to scold him for not being formal enough, or not taking care of his armor in the sense that it wasn't shiny. He had gotten a lot of that this evening; now he was going to get that from a King, funny really, maybe he should explain to the king why his armor is the way it is.
Garrett did not know what to say to the King at this very moment that would not put himself at a disadvantage. Silence was the best option for this case, he knew whatever King Vrondi had to say to Garrett that could not be said in front of an audience was most likely important to some substantial degree, so, he stuck to the plan of following the King and heeding his words with great interest.
It had always been this way as a Knight of the Sun, not for anything but how he kept his armor. He did not mind it, such glamours and well kept armors on the battlefield or in hunting only become a detriment as a dead giveaway on who you are, what you are doing, and how obvious you can be. He didn't want to lecture Sir Onsilion in particular, all he has ever done was take honors and glory for himself even if he did not truly deserve them. It wasn't his fault if he couldn't get something like this, in fact, he didn't care about it, his position still remained the same even if he did escort the seer. But knowing that Sir Onsilion, the bastard he is, won't be able to hoard such an honor for himself, fills Blight with a sick sense of joy.
"Very well. Seer. A great time for avoiding problematic people and such an enjoyable banquet of honest, hard working people. Let us be off to see the King. You may bring your friends, of course, Sir Onsilion would rather much prefer to bring you than anyone else for some reason unbeknownst to a Knight. But I assure you, your companions may be escorted as well."
With that mockery of what he thought was a boring and unproductive party in a well thought out vote of eloquent sarcasm, he would offer a hand to escort the seer to the chamber where the King had resided for the night. Finally, something that wasn't him throwing his own time out the door, and maybe, there was something to listen in on with the conversation the seer would have with the king. He was practically giddy from the thought of it, and he somehow thought the seer could see right through his armor to see just how relieved, but also glad Garrett was from this encounter.
"Very well. Seer. A great time for avoiding problematic people and such an enjoyable banquet of honest, hard working people. Let us be off to see the King. You may bring your friends, of course, Sir Onsilion would rather much prefer to bring you than anyone else for some reason unbeknownst to a Knight. But I assure you, your companions may be escorted as well."
With that mockery of what he thought was a boring and unproductive party in a well thought out vote of eloquent sarcasm, he would offer a hand to escort the seer to the chamber where the King had resided for the night. Finally, something that wasn't him throwing his own time out the door, and maybe, there was something to listen in on with the conversation the seer would have with the king. He was practically giddy from the thought of it, and he somehow thought the seer could see right through his armor to see just how relieved, but also glad Garrett was from this encounter.
Same.
Holding his head with an idle hand as a Sol would inform him of new tasks to perform at the immediate request. Garrett hated the feeling he got when intrusive voices would enter his head, especially ones telling him what to do all the time. Such orders would only mean one thing, intrigue; on the newer entrants of the banquet. It could mean breaking away from the prolific gathering, and actually doing something productive with his time. Focusing himself on any newer looking entrants, those without a stuffed face, or laughing at horrible jokes for fake brownie points, he would see a Knight leading the charge for two females. Garrett focused on the females; not for anything but how interesting they looked, of course, the Vrondian hierarchy would take notice and intrigue of these individuals at this party of all places.
Orders are orders, he would repeat to himself to ensure he didn't shirk his duties at this dull party. He would move towards the retinue of entrants to the banquet, those of considerable interest to those who gave Garrett orders, he had to block their path to wherever they may be leading themselves toward. Holding a hand out to the group, outstretched as an order of halting them in their tracks, he would do as he was told.
"Lovely evening you lot. I am required to ask for your citizenship badges if you'd be so kind to oblige."
Garrett appeared, in his unkempt, cracked, and dirty armor to seem as if he were a zombie or an animated statue of some sorts, however, he did not mind those stares or remarks reminding him as such to carry on with his duties; he held his more idle hand against the pommel of his blade to prepare for anything with the group he was explicitly ordered to stop at the party.
Orders are orders, he would repeat to himself to ensure he didn't shirk his duties at this dull party. He would move towards the retinue of entrants to the banquet, those of considerable interest to those who gave Garrett orders, he had to block their path to wherever they may be leading themselves toward. Holding a hand out to the group, outstretched as an order of halting them in their tracks, he would do as he was told.
"Lovely evening you lot. I am required to ask for your citizenship badges if you'd be so kind to oblige."
Garrett appeared, in his unkempt, cracked, and dirty armor to seem as if he were a zombie or an animated statue of some sorts, however, he did not mind those stares or remarks reminding him as such to carry on with his duties; he held his more idle hand against the pommel of his blade to prepare for anything with the group he was explicitly ordered to stop at the party.
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