Author Topic: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin  (Read 52954 times)

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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #90: November 12, 2019, 02:29:03 PM »
The following Rp is written not by me, all credits and due respect go to the respective player.


Roleplay from Smiddich Fontaine

Requesting entry and an audience with the Master of the Palace. Be that the Duke or the King he wasn't entirely sure but he hoped to find out soon enough. And that is how Nemean reached the Palace in Perdan. Waiting to see if he'd be allowed in and more importantly, if he would be received.

Duke Smiddich had only recently returned to the palace, after the disappointment of the tournament. Coming in at the top four was not an embarrassment, exactly, but he had hoped for more. Perhaps his age was finally catching up with him?

He kept his own ducal quarters at the other end of the palace to the King; there was a huge expanse of ocean to the North and his estate took advantage of that. Where possible, it was windowed or balconied to enjoy that view of blue calm, and sometimes not so calm, where the spray threatened the walls and the ships moored at her docks.

The interior of his rooms were typically lined with a gleaming timber, of sometimes mahogany or walnut. Everything that could be polished, gleamed with care. There was a definite _nautical_ motif; here and there were flags and crossed cutlasses, a ships wheel hung on the wall behind his desk, and everywhere, maps.

The Duke had shucked out of his armor at the first opportunity; he harkened back to his days aboard ship, before all this noble business, when mobility (and the ability to swim!) were paramount. But his attire was altogether finer now than then. There was a time when he had not even two identical boots, but even back then there was the spark of nobility.

A messenger knocked on the open door, just as the black bladed Duke had his matching boots up on the desk, clipping back the tip of a cigar and pouring himself something sweet and strong,

"Sir Nemean, at the gate", said the messenger, and Smiddich nodded, "See him in!"

The Duke puffed a plume of dark smoke and looked out from his desk across that stormy sea; the tide was coming in.