Old Kingdoms IC

[Rooiehaan #2]

Martrim shrugged, not having thought about it yet. "Heh, well... What can i say, i'm a loyal subject of Sequana and i don't really judge her rule. The other gods however... Well lets just say i'll stick to one god; the god of the sea. The others may plan and scheme for all they are worth; as long as the sea is my home i only answer one goddess' call. As will all of Illian, no citizen of my kingdom will bow to any other god."

"Very good" The servant lady smiles, bowing slightly. "Is there anything that would have your fancy? The roasted fish especially is rather good this time of year"

"I-i'm sorry? Can you see what...?" The guard stumbles, blinking. The guard directly behind him gives him a slight shove, and whispers just a little too loud "Lower your pants, dimwit!" before bursting out laughing

[TheDaughterOfHades14]

"Uh, sure" Claire said.

[RavenLord]

Its your choice but i refuse to be pawn of some god nor let my people become someone's play thing. Something is happening Martrim, something these beings are hiding from us. I dont like this. Maybe i am just getting too paranoid over this, neverthless, i wish we had some clues.

[BlueLight]

"I think your hiding a scar on your neck. Can i see it?" she asks.

[Rooiehaan #2]

"I don't like it any less then you do, far less even that those gods made WEAPONS for us to hold. Do they know nothing of our balance of power?" Martrim grumbled, then looked at him again. "Are you planning on investigating this further, is that what you mean?"

"Right then, dear; wont be long!" Said the cheery old maid, before walking off.

"Eh..? I-i don't have a scar in my neck, w-what made you think that?" The guard stuttered, blushing slightly

[BlueLight]

"When do you plan on returning home" she asks.

[RavenLord]

I would but sadly i dont have any solid clue but, maybe i can get something from these artifacts. By the way, have you met Demar? The person i choose as champion of Quiraj.

[TechScience]

Luis walks up to the inn keeper and asks, "How much for a room sir?"

[Rooiehaan #2]

The guard mumbles something about 'when my liege decides its time to go' and quickly looks away. He takes a deep breath and draws back his stern face again.

Martrim tilted his head, and pulled his eyebrows. "You've chosen your champion already? This quick? My, that's interesting! Would you be so kind as to get us acquainted? I'm dying to find out what kind of champion you've picked"

"You a traveler?" The guy behind the bar grins, looking Luis up and down. He beckons to his full inn, and shrugs. "As you can see i'm all filled up due to that strange sound the other day. Merchants are too SCARED and just SIT ON THEIR ASSES all day long, drinking my best booze! So yeah, seats are taken, rooms are taken; hell even my waitresses are taken, hahaha! But tell you what; if you can keep these guys entertained for a couple of hours with some of your stories from far away i might be able to get you something"

[TheDaughterOfHades14]

Claire looks around in the closet. She picks out a dress, takes off her old clothes, and puts the dress on.

[Taria]

Maribelle nod slightly as she slowly begins to disrobe and walks towards the bed. Letting the last peice of clothing slip off towards the ground, she lays down against the bed and rolls onto her belly to lift her ass into the air. (not really in the mood, mind RPing with someone else for a while?)

[RavenLord]

I was planning to. Ahriman says as he sends a command to Demar magically. He focusses on her mark, using it as a link and orders her to join him and Martrim at balcony.

[BlueLight]

"If you excuse me, my lord call me." she says with a slight box.
"How do these people are. As guards there horrible. Give me a few more minute and i bet i would have the secrets spilling out of them." she thought to her self as she approached her lord.
She noticed the same spell as before and likely meant that her lord had enchanted a item on his person.
"You called my lord" she said making every movement exact. She would make this lesser ruler feel the dedication of her loyalty for her lords land.

[RavenLord]

Ahriman smiles as he reads Demar's actions lika an open book. Truly his couldnt choose anyone better to be his champion. Satisfied with her Ahriman thinks about teaching her some complicated magic as a reward. At ease Demar, i called you here to meet a friend of mine. This is lord Martrim, ruler of Illian. he says softly.

[BlueLight]

'Demar' looks at Martrim "How may I sever lord Martrim of Illian?" she says

[Suraru]

Suraru did stuff.

[Rooiehaan #2]

Suraru did stuff.

And so he did. But yeah, the refugees were all safely in the auditormium and looked around rather scared. Being tribelings and all, they weren't exactly used to buildings of this size, especially not one with a huge roof like this one to enhance the sound of the speaker. They cluttered together and some of them even hugged each other and cried, and all of them looked around with a sense of hopelessness.
Suraru had fixed some bread and fish to be handed out, as well as sacks of clean, cold drinking water. The guards nodded in approval, as they saw the refugees quickly devour the food and drink. "Maybe you could climb up the stage and calm them down, sir?" One of the guards asked Suraru.

Martrim laughed, and beckoned him closer. "King Ahriman said you were his champion, and i simply couldn't wait to meet whoever he had chosen, especially this quickly. So tell me a little about yourself, and why you think you've been chosen by his grace" He smiled.

Rather quick, the old servant returned, bringing with her a platter with food with a big silver bowl placed on top of it to keep it warm. There was also a small teapot with some glasses, and a little cup of honey. "I've brought you your food, miss" She smiled at the door. "Would you like to eat here, or would you prefer to do so somewhere else? Outside, in the gardens, or somewhere in the castle with more people around?"

[Gorbaz]

After their passionate lovemaking, Prince Rolan lay on his bed, his Lady Mirabelle wrapped in his arms. He enjoyed the feeling of her fur against him, and was slightly saddened that he would soon be sending her away from his side. Still, at least she would have a guard with her, ensureing her safety. "You truly make me a happy man, my Lady"

[Taria]

Mirabelle gently nuzzles against Rolan's neck. "It's a pleasure to serve you, Lord.

[Gorbaz]

Rolan ran a hand through her hair. "I would like nothing more than to keep you here, my Lady, but I have to let you go. You have duties to perform now, as my champion, and they can't all be done from here". He let out a sight and looked up at the ceiling. "Mirabelle, I need you to go to our farming villages. I need to be sure that they are conforming to our laws"