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| The Grand Tourney | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 28 2012, 02:34 AM (666 Views) | |
| Volksgeist | Jun 28 2012, 02:34 AM Post #1 |
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The day finally arrived... but it was not so happy as one might have thought. The City of Four was awoken by a clangor of the massive bells housed within the High Temple of St. Ambriel. Everyone knew that the bells only rang so loud and so long when something terrible had happened, or at least that is what their hearts and minds told them. Something had gone very wrong following the previous nights feast. Peasants, merchants, knights, and nobles alike all flocked to the streets. The tension in the air was nearly palpable. On every face was a look of distress and worry, a look a confusion. Had they not enjoyed a solid one hundred years of peace? Was Peleras not on good terms with The Orient and those beyond it? Was it not long ago that the Templar Crusades wiped the world of Peleras clean of all of the evil that the witches had spread? All of the dark magics that had existed deep within the gnarled woods? Something was wrong... and everyone was searching for a means to figure out what. Then, the doors to the Alabaster Keep were thrust open, and the Aegis emerged. Instead of their shimmering white and gold armor, they were clad in strange black armor. All of them wore solemnity on their brows. The leader of the Aegis stepped forward. "Brothers and sisters... please return to your homes or inns. All nobles and Tourney participants have been called to the Tourney grounds by the Thrones." The Aegis sat and watched as the thick crowds meandering in the streets began to dissipate, awkwardly and begrudgingly. The nobles moved to report to their families, and together they all moved to the Tourney grounds. The Tourney Grounds was a pentagonal structure made of a smooth gray stone with white veins clearly prominent within each brick. As the procession of nobles made its way in, through one of the five main gates, they soon found themselves seeking seating in the stands. Four of the massive sections had been reserved for the Main Houses of Peleras. In Section One, House Minas was seated forward with House Gamil behind it. In Section Two, House Meson was seated forward with House Esbyn behind it. In Section Three, House Greford was seated with House Knygrove behind it, and in the last of the Main House sections, House Seton's forward spot was entirely vacant... and House Westead had moved forward to the space at the urge of some servant coordinators. A strange gloom hung over the place like a haze. Then, the Aegis arrived and in tow were... Only two of the Four Thrones? Swathed by their guard, Tetrarchs Tytos Minas and Aeron Meson moved to a wooden structure erected in the center of the field. They too were clad in all black. After situating themselves, Tytos began to speak. "Lords, Ladies, and Tourney participants of Peleras, let it be known that The Grand Tourney is hereby cancelled. Last last night, one of your staunchest leaders was found in his room, a knife having been slid into his back and a strange ritual performed on his dying body. Lord Rodrik Greford --" at this point, Evellyn Greford, the Lady of the House, first looked confused and then burst into tears and began to wail "met the end of his life at the hands of an unknown assailant. The Aegis scoured the grounds of the Alabaster Keep but found no trace of the assassin. Fearing for his life, Mathis Seton, the King more Coward than Lion, fled with his family after a brief meeting. He has fled southward to his home, where he intends to shut his doors to all Lords and Ladies and hide within his castle..." At this point, Tetrarch Aeron Meson moved forward to silence Tytos and his slanderous words. He quickly moved forward and brushed Tytos to the side, where the Aegis quickly enveloped the angered leader. Aeron began to speak: "Today is a day of mourning. We have lost a good friend and you all have lost a great leader. The Aegis with help from my own personal guard has begun investigation of a number of suspects that could possibly have had motive for killing Rodrik Greford. At the moment, there is nothing conclusive, but I will find the one who caused this and I will see that justice is served. Rodrik will be receiving Bahi's Kiss later this evening and, at that time, we will bring forth the suspects." With that, Aeron Meson stepped back and, with the help of the Aegis, was able to calm Tytos and proceed out and back to the Alabaster Keep, leaving the crowd within the Tourney Grounds. |
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| Flynn The Rambler | Jun 28 2012, 03:06 AM Post #2 |
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I Get things Done, by being Big and being Bad.
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Darieal stood there in the tourney ground. He looked around at all the nobles and ladies in the area. He had polished his armor and was wearing his best attire, to make the Temple proud. He never got the chance to change out when the bells rang. He had spent a good amount of his morning keeping people out of the temple, during the panic that was caused from the bells. He stood there, with his arms crossed and his helm on. He had a gut feeling about what could be afoot here and he was not about to have anything to do with it. The thought of something like that being done, here of all places, made him mad. The very large man watched as the nobles spoke with one another. He was the Templar here, it was his place to figure out what was wrong with it. He decided his best chance would be to talk some of the nobles. He quickly looked around to find someone whom might help him with this. Though he grew frustrated with all the noise and crying. It was not a time to wail, it was a time to act. He cleared his throat and decided to speak up. "Dear Lords and Ladies of Peleras! Please hear me, I am Darieal Letholdus, Templar of the High Pantheon, I am a hunter of the Tainted a Slayer of the WitchKin I can be of aid, it is the Temple's duty to find those who practice the heretical arts, and I am its servant! Whom here can aid me so I might bring the Wrath of the Five upon them and send them swiftly to the Five Hells!" His voice was sharp and clearly sounded angry. He knew he would have their attention, his size alone would help with that. He was glad his armor was polished after all. He held his Book of the Holy in his hands and looked at everyone in the room, if they turned down a Templar whom was right up front of them, there would be more to worry about. |
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| Damon | Jun 28 2012, 05:06 AM Post #3 |
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Ancient Bartender
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Nathanial had stepped lightly and bouncily towards the tourney grounds, and seemed almost as carefree as the bells began to ring. Although he was glad his four best swords were with him, who had intended to compete. His face turned ever more serious as the scene played out, and the announcements were made. He did not show surprise, though he was surprised. He did not show horror, though in truth, he was horrified. He looked through the crowd briefly, and wondered where his Uncle was. He had elected to enter on his own, to show independence from his Uncle's House, but now he wished he knew of their safety, and their thoughts. He instructed his guards to be wary, but not paranoid. |
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| Lithas | Jul 1 2012, 08:50 PM Post #4 |
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The One
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The news hit Edrik like a punch to his gut. Dead? His father was dead? How could that be? He'd just seen him the night before. How could someone even get past the Aegis Guard? He knew now why he'd been under twice the normal guard this morning, though he'd chalked it up to the tournament earlier. Thoughts kept spinning around in his head. Rodrik dead, the problems in the Heights, heir... heir to the throne. Was he a high king now? No, he couldn't be... coronation hadn't happened yet... there were political dances to go through before that. Who would take over for him in Alary Heights? His next oldest brother was still too young. Consideration after consideration flashed through his mind. After a few moments he cleared his thoughts. One thing at a time. He recognized the Templar from before, when he had visited the Cathedral, shouting that he would take over the investigation. That wouldn't do. At best, it would slow the investigation to have changing leadership, at worst it could fuel tensions between the crown and the church. "Ser, it gladens me to hear that you seek justice for the ... " The word was hard to say, but he forced it out "Death.... of my father. A nation great as ours cannot allow killers to run free. Be that as it may, I ask you to leave the investigation to the Aegis Guard. It was their watch which failed, and their sacred oaths left unfulfilled. Their redemption lies in finding this murderer." Turning, Edrik gestured for his guardsmen to part the crowd, and he pushed towards his Lady Mother. "Mother, come. We shall return to the Keep for now, where we can mourn in peace." Carefully, he helped her to her feet, and gesturing for his siblings to join them, he made to leave. |
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| Flynn The Rambler | Jul 5 2012, 07:30 PM Post #5 |
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I Get things Done, by being Big and being Bad.
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Darieal stood shocked he couldn't believe what he had heard. His shockt state quickly wore off and he dashed through the crowed. His large body moved very quickly, and with his size it made him look very... intent on where he was going. He made his way up toward the young lord Greford. His body was brooding and his presence was a dark one, the anger seemed to seep from his body. He extend one of his large hands and pointed at the lord. "Ser, are you to tell me. A Templar of the High Pantheon, a warrior of light, a hunter of the Tainted, to simply let the murder of a King with the signs of heretical acts to simply let this go?! I do understand, My lord, that is was the Aegis Guard that had failed but it is the duty of the Church, and its Templars to bring these kind of criminals to justice. To be very honest I am surprised that we were not made aware sooner, and, My lord. I would like to get the help from you, if not I will go through the church and this will be done the proper way, one way or another." Darieal stood there, and let his hand fall to his side, he stood a good head taller and was much broader than any other guard around the lord, his eyes seemed to flash under his faceless Templar helm. He ment business and he would not be turned away. |
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| Lithas | Jul 5 2012, 07:55 PM Post #6 |
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The One
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Edrik signaled for his brothers to lead the rest of his family back to their lodging. Turning slowly, his blue eyes burned with cold fire. "Esteemed Ser, you surely must not be threatening to raise a hand against the Heir Apparent to a High Throne on the day of his fathers murder. Surely you would see the folly in such an act, as it may hint that you know more than you have made clear. If you have knowledge of the incident or skills pertaining to the investigation I assure you that the Aegis Guard would be more than willing to make use of you. If, rather, you are holding back information in such delicate manners then I assure you that the Aegis Guard can still make use of you. The death of a High King by assassination is the jurisdiction of the Aegis Guard. This is no backwards village where you can use your size and stature with the Church to bully your way around. This is no witch hunt, leading to an old hag hidden in the forest with a kettle full of skulls. This is a matter of state, and a matter of the security of the kingdom. You will submit. Should the Church's assistance be needed, or should the Church desire to aid in these matters they will follow the proper channels. Now if you will excuse me, Ser, I have a grieving widow and her fatherless children to attend to." Edrik continued to look the large man in the eye. It simply would not do for him to back down from this. |
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| Flynn The Rambler | Jul 5 2012, 08:08 PM Post #7 |
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I Get things Done, by being Big and being Bad.
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Darieal was offended. He was trying to do his job and this was stoping him. He looked at the little lord and his brow furrowed. "I am not a bully! And you must be blind to think the hands of the gods only goes as far as the small villages. The faithful are everywhere and there power is real! You will not insult them and act as if they can not find you here, lord! I am a humble servent of the Gods, and while this murder may be the fault of the Aegis, it is not so simple as a knife in the back! If there was a ritual, if there was magic cast, heretical acts could endager not only your but the rest of your family, Now good Ser, I may not be High born, I may not understand the "troubles" of your day to day life, but a traitor I am not! My hand was raised for attention, not because I seek to threaten you, unless you are so afraid for your life to fear a hand. To call me an instigator in all of this is folly. The greif of the good kings death has clouded your mind. I will Not Submit. This is something the church needs to be apart of, we have jurisdiction on things of this caliber. Lest you have forgotten. Good ser it my not be a Witch hunt yet, and pray to the gods that it is not, least we have all manner of problems on our hands, and you would be the one to turn away someone who has experienced such things." Darieal stod strong and looked down on the Lord, he was not backing down and the anger could almost be felt from him. His eyes stared right at the lord and he did not flitch. He would not allow someone else to be killed by something of this sort. He crossed his arms and his body language almost said. Try me {OOC! I do know that Darieal is speaking out of line, if you aim to throw him in jail, I wont bitch I know what Im doing and having fun with it so, dont be afraid to use your lordly powers to all of its existent :D} |
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| POOHEAD189 | Jul 5 2012, 08:19 PM Post #8 |
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Eladar sighed. The King was dead. That made things dangerous. Much more so than if he was in a swordfight at the tournament. The Heir, Edrik. He had seemed like a normal noble lad when he had met him at the Temple. But now he seemed a bit more matured. He had Eladar's sympathy. Though his maturity was a moot point at the moment. As for the Templar. He was a dangerous one. He had questioned Eladar at the Temple. Hopefuly the swordsman wouldn't be forced to fight the large man. He would have to kill him. Eladar was just glad the man had no way of knowing the Knight's beliefs. He squinted his eyes a tad, peering under his hat at the Templar and Heir. One hand was within the folds of his clothing, and the other was on his longsword at the hip. If he was wise, and he'd like to think he was, he'd remain incognito. So he simply leaned there at the side of the tourney area on the wall, his face hidden under his hat. He'd watch and wait, for a time. But he knew he should be going soon. At least Buddy was safe. |
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| Lithas | Jul 7 2012, 03:53 PM Post #9 |
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{The personal use of Aegis Guardsmen is under permission from Max} Edrik knew the law, and he knew that while the church had a vested interest in the hunting of wizards and witches, they had no legal right to interfere in a political murder. "Ser, you are hence forth under arrest for the interference of an investigation. You shall be stationed in the dungeons of the Alabaster Keep, where you will remain until released by the Aegis Guard. If you refuse to cooperate in this matter I will see you tried for treason." Edrik stepped back, and two Aegis Guardsmen took his place. They were not as tall as Dariel, but they were easily as wide, and they had the hard eyes of men who had seen battle. The first Aegis, slightly taller than his peer, held out his left hand, his right gripping his sword in case things got messy. "Please give up your weapons, Ser, and we will escort you to your cell." |
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| 『 』 | Jul 7 2012, 04:49 PM Post #10 |
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Get Rekt M8
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Alexandria had been gathered like she'd been instructed to by the Aegis Guard. And she didn't exactly find it strange she was moved up to House Seton's place; after all, she'd been gone some time and was still trying to catch up to all the happenings. Despite what had been announced, Alexandria never wavered. It's not like she specifically knew the importance of the happenings around them, and the most she understood was 'someone important' died. That's the only thing that really mattered, and a loss of life is, if nothing, tragic. Alexandria danced her nails upon her teeth. Not nervousness or anxiety, more out of being bored. But she did understand the need for the gathering and looking for suspects. Still... she didn't understand the strange Templar that had tried to make it his personal mission to see this through. It should be enough to see a grieving son trying to be brave and strong before the gathering of all these nobles, right? But then the young heir also had him arrested, which was a less than ideal move. It was as if this was now less trying to find the culprit and more trying to assert their dominance. She sighed and muttered under her breath, "It is a sad day, one should just leave it be..." Alexandria couldn't help but look around. Perhaps she would have spoken up, but even she knew enough to know that she didn't know enough at the moment. She was practically a foreigner at the moment and all the workings of Peleras seemed so strange and new to her all of a sudden, and that realisation sunk in pretty hard right now. Alexandria remained, though she was unsure of what she'd do at the moment; and her displeasure showed on her face. |
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| Flynn The Rambler | Jul 7 2012, 05:56 PM Post #11 |
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I Get things Done, by being Big and being Bad.
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Darieal was once again shocked. It was his duty to do this, and now he was not only being cast aside but jailed. He hung his head. He let out a heavy sigh and looked at the lord and his guard. He shook his head. He tossed his sword to the ground at Edrik's feet. The sword was old, it was a plan looking long sword save for the mark of the Temple on its hilt. It was damaged and well used, but showed signs of great care. It was recently polished and despite its age it had a sharp edge. Darieal looked at it as if he just threw away his arm. His eyes then looked up at the lord as his Aegis guard grabbed him and shackled his hands. Darieal did not resist. "I am sorry it had to come to this, young king. I hope you truly do not need protection. I hope the Gods will watch over you, even if you do not care for their aid." Darieal let his head hang down. He was angry, but this had just shaken him to his core. He allowed the Aegis to drag him off. While being draged he solemnly let his head hang. To ashamed to look up. |
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| Lithas | Jul 7 2012, 06:00 PM Post #12 |
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The One
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The Aegis gathered up the now discarded sword and carried it away with it's owner. Only the taller of the pair stayed as an escort, as the Templar was clearly cooperating. Edrik and the rest of the guard turned and, joining the rest of his family as they returned to their own quarters to grieve. {Leaving thread} |
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| Damon | Jul 7 2012, 08:32 PM Post #13 |
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Ancient Bartender
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Nathanial watched with some interest the goings on. It seemed this Blessed knight commanded little respect in today's youth. The boy had surprised Nathanial. So stubborn. Turning away a man of authority in his own declared faith, just to emphasize his own authority, which was not yet a day old. And such public humiliation. Nathanial wondered what the boy was thinking. Nathanial walked towards the wall, quietly instructing his guards to fan out and overwatch discreetly, while dispersing to their own ends throughout the day. Only one would continue to shadow Nate for the rest of the day. As he walked along the wall, he came upon the foreigner who caused the commotion in the High Pantheon the day prior. He recognized the hat. Nathanial casually leaned up against the wall next to him, his bodyguard blending in with the crowd not far behind. "Strange goings on." He said quietly. |
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| Charnobyl | Jul 11 2012, 12:11 PM Post #14 |
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Having remained silent for the entire declaration of a dead King, the Templar that Chanda had met not days prior causing an uproar and then the new King sending the Templar to the prisons with the overhanging threat of death for Treason; Chanda was in a slight sense of confused shock and absolute lack of caring for the death of the King, the drama and the tears, but that was only a momentary feeling of course. Once her mind caught up with her and focused upon the implications of what was happening, Chanda gripped at her dress and slipped her hands into the pockets she had made to reach her knives. Her fingers played with the cold metal and she frowned. This was not a good turn of events... at all. She glanced around the arena and spotted some familiar faces that she had spied at the Temple as well as the feast the night before. To remain standing here was stupid and Chanda spotted Eladar and the man accused of stealing in the Temple standing together against a wall and she sighed. If she slipped away Harwin or Jacks or even her father would probably kill her if she didn't end up in some form of trouble on her own. Resigning herself to staying put, Chanda kept her hands in the fabric of her dress and continued to look around the arena just in case... |
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| Volksgeist | Jul 12 2012, 06:48 PM Post #15 |
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After the disappearance of the two remaining tetrarchs, the Aegis, and House Greford all in one fell swoop, the tourney grounds became vastly quiet. Slowly, the remaining people began to rise and mill about or leave of their own accord. It seemed that there was nothing particularly keeping them on the Tourney Grounds, nor anything particularly pushing them to leave. They could do just as they liked, but it was an unspoken demand that all of them go to the funeral for Rodrik Greford that evening. The clouds slowly loomed overhead, dark and menacing and threatening of rain. Perhaps it would be best to return to whence they had come. |
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