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Post by Icor on Nov 21, 2007 16:59:06 GMT -4
The men seemed overwhelmed by the hospitality. Their eyes were no longer as steady on the guard; they were gawking. This was it. Their glorious moment. When the guard that left them mentioned “M’lord”, they nodded, their eyes all glimmering with anticipation.
When Rhea’ entered, the three men bowed deeply, flourishing their arms over their waistline. The squires were in their master’s shadow.
Cailthyan was the first to look Rhea in the eye. “King Durin”, he addressed, “Thank you for accepting us. We have traveled a long way to see you”. The three tried to professionally ignore the seats, the ale, and the food.
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Post by rheavon on Nov 21, 2007 20:57:08 GMT -4
Bowing his head for a moment as he takes a breathe, before looking up to meet the front knight's gaze, "I'm sorry, but your a little late to meet with Durin...My father's funeral was yesterday..." Not know what else to say he himself stepped forward, taking a lone chair for himself, trying to get comfortable as best he could.
"I know naught how better to say it, but you sers have had bad timing. For several weeks before this, Durin was missing, and just recently gave his life to save mine own as well as a lady friend of mine." Clearing his throat a bit he sighed lightly, "If you had something you wished to request of Durin though...then I'm the one you wish to see."
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Post by Nymiane on Nov 22, 2007 21:06:02 GMT -4
A long sigh passed over her lips, and the swing came to an abrupt stop as she allowed her feet to stop her. She chewed upon her thumb and then glanced upon her bare hand, a faint smile graced her face. She had not worn the leather sleeves in a while; perhaps she was beginning to let go of the past. Perhaps it was becoming a learning experience, and not something to harbor and relive every day... “Damnit..” Breena grumbled and stood to her feet, her fingers clasping upon the fabric of the dress, slithering down the side to pull the skirt of the dress up off the ground. What have I become? She idly wondered. Am I who I truly am, or is this a façade? I was born into this if only for a while, but is Breena Callaghan, sister of the Donovan brother’s who I am? On the other hand, is this?. Mayhaps there is an in between and I am yet to find or see the light of that path. Life is a never-ending journey, with endless twists and turns..
Laurre soon entered the gardens, her hands lowered at her side, the slight breeze causing wisps of her fine hair to lick upon her juvenile features. She smiled and placed a hand upon Bree’s shoulder, as if she knew at that time she needed it most. Breena sighed once more, rolled her eyes, and stood to her feet. She would wait a few moments more before barging in on the men, or maybe she would go for a ride upon her steed..
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Post by Icor on Nov 23, 2007 16:50:29 GMT -4
The two squires appeared to be most impacted. They looked Rhea’ in the eyes with a saddened shock that seemed to stiffen their necks, but they knew that Cailthyan was speaking. He also showed a cold, defeated expression, and his shimmering indigo eyes showed through the hanging locks of platinum hair.
“He’s ... he died. I, umm...”, he stammered. He looked at the floor for a moment, and a once regal, upright, proud looking man turned into a crooked, distraught looking one.
“I’m, umm... I’m sorry, Majesty”, he finally continued. He adjusted himself and stood straight again, but his slick voice was still marred by small breaks.
“I’m called Cailthyan Murrn. To my left here ...”, he nodded his head to the man with the dark brown waves of hair, “This is Crowe Dermire, and on the other side, Blake Mertineius”.
The two squires bowed deeply, composing themselves as their leader had.
Cailthyan tried not to be shy, so he began to explain his situation: “We are scholar-warriors, defenders of living things. All living things.”
It wasn’t staged, but Blake stepped forward and Cailthyan allowed him to continue with the explanation, “Our city is called Monastery. We follow a prophet called Gregire – several thousand years ago, he foresaw that a great invader would come to our realm and attempt to destroy all living things. Plants, people, animals; anything.”
Crowe did not step forward, but he still put his word in. “Some expected Gregire to be lying, but his philosophies were still widely accepted. He taught that bloodshed does not correct bloodshed. He taught his followers abilities of hindering, investigation, and defense.”
Cailthyan nodded at Crowe and at Rhea’. “In essence, we are teachers who are built to survive a classroom of destroyers. We believe that even the foulest of beings can be saved and brought into sanity or correctness – therefore, we wield no weapons; only shields and words.”
Crowe concluded their introduction: “We began our journey here, to your home, when Gregire ordered us to; he said it was the land of Stormweaver. We never knew your father, but we would have gladly protected him if we... well, we didn’t know why we were sent. Our journey took fifteen years, however. I believe we are here for a reason.”
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