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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #75: July 23, 2019, 05:04:44 PM »


Roleplay from Alyssa Kingsley



Aly immediately recognized her own words parroted back at her. /This is him in the flesh/ she thought as he approached her. His hair was a mess of blond and his eyes shone like two green gems. He smiled like he had just told some brilliant jape. She frowned when their eyes met and threw her helm to the ground in frustration. She turned to one of her men who was standing around looking confused. "Go find Jan and Cal Reed.". The man wandered off as Sir Nemean trotted beside her on his horse.

"What is there to smile about Sir?" She asked him, her brow furrowed. "500 men are dead. Stirred up by your realm's plundering. And here you are grinning like a fool."

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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #76: July 23, 2019, 05:05:49 PM »

Here's the response. Not sure what will happen but I realize this could go horribly wrong. Perhaps playful, perhaps down creep lane.


The Braided Crown
 

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She frowned when their eyes met and threw her helm to the ground in frustration. She turned to one of her men who was standing around looking confused. "Go find Jan and Cal Reed.". The man wandered off as Sir Nemean trotted beside her on his horse.

"What is there to smile about Sir?" She asked him, her brow furrowed. "500 men are dead. Stirred up by your realm's plundering. And here you are grinning like a fool." ~Alyssa Kingsley



Like the rider, the dark coated steed sniffed the air curiously. His great black eyes observing the young woman beside him. Before he responded to her Nemean made a bit of a show of looking at her helmet which now sat among the blades of grass. ''You don't really lighten up do you?'' He allowed the tiniest of pauses before continuing. ''It's not my choice and they are Lawless. Nor do I relish death or the dealing of it.'' The words hung in the air as his demeanor remained serious.

Being in such close proximity and having a superb view of her golden, braided crown his eyes wandered and his smile returned. A bastard of a smile, a rogue in the night that slid from alley to alley. A grin it was indeed. ''Who's that?'' He asked her as he looked beyond her. Hoping she would fall for the bait. Irrespective of her personal space a gloved hand reached out to her. Mischief was too soft to describe it but neither was it compulsion. He simply wanted to grab one of those braids. Tease her perhaps. The thoughts and reasons appeared and went again. He just acted. Trying to touch her head.

''I smiled because I did and I've told you why. Can't really help it.'' The words came out playful and he shrugged. ''However if you persist in being so serious..'' He gently bit down on his lip. ''It just looks ridiculously funny.'' A snort already escaping his strained and feeble reserve.


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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #77: July 23, 2019, 08:50:25 PM »


Roleplay from Alyssa Kingsley


She didn't look, instead Alyssa stared into Nemean's emerald gems, as she swatted his hand away.

"You are not familiar, Sir." She challenged. "I am a knight of Perdan not some tavern wench you can grope and giggle with. Do not presume to touch me again."

She crossed her arms. "And you can laugh as you wish, but I take my responsibilities seriously. If you don't wish to deal death then don't. But Eponllyn's actions speak louder to me than your words Sir Nemean."

She could hear foot steps approaching from behind, and the familiar tune of "Lady in White" being whistled.

"We must teach them. Violence will teach them violence as we saw today. We must be better."

Two men approached her from behind. One was short, stocky, with a great bushy beard. He held a spear in his hand. The other tall and lithe with messy black hair, hand on the sword on his hip. The tall one finished his whistle ending with the tune's final line, singing dramatically:

/"No maid is as fair as my Lady in White!"/

Alyssa glared at him and he shot her a roguish smile. The other just shook his head.

"Captain," she said to the dark haired man as sternly as she could, "Please escort Sir Nemean back to his own camp. He seems to have wandered to the wrong side of the battle lines."

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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #78: July 24, 2019, 12:10:28 PM »

Welcome back, today I have perhaps the last piece in this particular and small Rp chain. Nemean departs on Alyssa's suggestion. Hope you like it.


Parting Words
 

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/"No maid is as fair as my Lady in White!"/

Alyssa glared at him and he shot her a roguish smile.

"Captain," she said to the dark haired man as sternly as she could, "Please escort Sir Nemean back to his own camp. He seems to have wandered to the wrong side of the battle lines." ~Alyssa Kingsley



Watching the exchange from horseback Nemean couldn't help but feel a strange mix of wonder and perplexity. Alyssa had batted his hand away like it was nothing. The letters she had written him took on a new tone as he heard her voice rich with scolding. Lazily his rebuffed hand rested on the horn of his saddle as he tried to make sense of it all. Fierce like Selenia but with even more sense of purpose. The thought made him smirk.

Her every pose struck him as unique and tantalizing. Crossed arms a challenge. Her frown an invitation to convince her, the lackluster discipline of her captain a call to defend her. Defend her? His nose wrinkled at the thought. As Alyssa's captain deigned to direct him back and away Nemean shook his head to clear it of his daydreaming or musing, he wasn't sure what it was he just did. The dismissive gesture provoked the raven haired captain who thought it was directed at him. Ready to reinforce his intend with words the captain was about to speak as the young Lion of Eponllyn raised a hand to proverbially smother him. There a small spark of Nobility shone through. A certain poise and grace that caused pause in the captain and of which Nemean likely realized little of his own display.

Turning his attention to the fair Alyssa he left her with a choice few words before he departed. ''Apologies if I caused offence. That was not my intend. Merely to lay eyes upon her that gave me valued insight.'' Considering for a moment to say more, he decided against it and tugged on the reins, guiding his steed away from the Southron camp. A few strides into the departure he looked over his shoulder. Not so much to see if she was looking but rather to say. ''I hope I'll see you again.''

With those words having existed his mouth, he gave his mount his head and the mighty beast responded.Powerful legs propelled rider and horse ahead. Surging through the field, a black tail held aloft. The tall grass parting and rippling like a calm ocean disturbed. All the while darting out of the way of thundering hooves, a clutch of hare appeared. Panicked by their exposure but versed in evasion and soon vanishing in kind, behind the screens of vegetation.


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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #79: August 10, 2019, 10:30:13 AM »
After a 50K ish CS battle. A little Rp to illustrate bad unit line settings.


Returning after Battle

After a rather impetus charge led by his captain, Nemean rode away from the battlefield. Bodies littered the ground and the earth was saturated with blood and piss and vomit. Quietly he thanked whatever gods would listen for the fact he rode a horse and didn't have to wade through it. To a man his warriors were either wounded or slain. His eyes looked around for his captain, Jacinta. The woman had given the order to charge way before the appointed time. Charging headlong into the enemy lines.

It wouldn't have done to stay back and let his riders charge without their leader so Nemean followed, knowing it was a doomed action from the start. It just didn't register, not a single enemy lance or sword or arrow had found him. A hand ran over his torso. Slick with blood but none of it his own. He passed by the healers tent. Stuffed with groaning and whimpering men. The wounded lay in the grass all around the tent. A particularly grim looking priest offering last rites as life fled from the bodies of so many waiting for medical attention but never receiving it on time.

As he pushed his mount on, he thought long and hard about sacking his captain. She had caused so much needless death.

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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #80: August 14, 2019, 07:07:06 PM »
A little RP I did to illustrate a potentially important bit of news that reached Nemean. Time will tell and I'm sure that if all works out well, you'll get to read about it here sometime in the future. For now though, enjoy the intermezzo.


History in the Making

Sat upon a small bluff overlooking the army that sat camped in Bescanon, Nemean enjoyed the riverside breeze that gently tugged dark golden hair. His hands busy working a small piece of wood with a knife. A crude creation that was supposed to look like a horse but its legs were stumpy. Some way too thin while others were far to thick. Not to mention the actual head. An absolute abomination.

Hearing rather than seeing, Nemean noticed a messenger come up. ''Sir, a message from the Phoenix Queen.'' While such news would perhaps cause others to stir with hesitation and respect, it was family business for the young noble. ''You could just call it a message from Selenia you know.'' Nemean looked up at the messenger. ''She's the Phoenix Queen though.'' The cautious reply came. ''And I am a Prince but you call me Sir, not that I mind.''

Not wanting to delve deeper into the matter the messenger handed Nemean the letter and saluted before promptly departing. Opening the letter was accompanied by a gust of wind that blew counter to the all the rest. Causing tendrils of hair, the color of a late day sun to spill all over his face. Nothing his hand couldn't remedy. As his eyes roamed over the rather brief message he felt his pulse quicken.

''History is in the making.'' He read softly to himself. A fierce smile riding across his face like a conquering horde. He put the letter away after reading it again and resumed working on the wooden horse. But before setting his knife to work, he changed his mind and hurled it away. ''Not good enough.'' Fighting words and he felt like it. Standing up he called out to Jacinta, his captain. ''Sparring match, ready yourself!''

So the young Noble awaited the fate that was now coming to him. Exhanging blows with a far more experienced fighter than himself. A curious if fitting comparison to his life.


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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #81: September 21, 2019, 06:51:38 PM »

Following this post I'll have for you several letters. While they don't count as the traditional RP's there can be RP in them. The lore we create does not only reside in our piece bits of writing but also in the correspondence we have with other players. At least, I like to think so.

So what exactly are these letters about? They are Nemean and his letters to and with the Realm of Greater Eponllyn. Selenia JeVondair, Phoenix Queen stepped down from the Throne and elections are upon us. Young Nemean tried to step up to the plate and did his best to convey his thoughts, feelings and first steps into real politics. In a way.

Hope you enjoy it.





Fellow Nobles of the Realm, Lord Lint, Sir Daeron,

Words carried with favor must always be appreciated.

The Lord of Troyes, of House Son offered them to me during his exchange with the King of Perdan, Kay. He spoke no untruth either, the Blood of Jevondair is the better of my heritages. She who is now gone from the Phoenix Throne. A subject that our Realm needs to speak about and speak plainly at that.

Knight Daeron, likewise of Troyes, broaches the subject and keenly levels the question at me. Selenia, she took me as her own. Hogni and I grew up together. Family. Among her last acts she returned the Duchy of Blades to his Grace, Duke Andross of House Blint. Her own seat, the Great City of Oligarch she bestowed onto the former Arbiter, Lord Godric Tórrarin of House ka Habb. Pillars of our history. Living memories.

When I look at Eponllyn, there is little to look at. Its institutions are outdated and the wisdom contained within with scant merit. Look for yourself for example at the Ruler bulletin. You'd sooner believe the realm still hugs the great Lake in the south rather than stand with its nose pressed against the Evorian mountains of the midlands. It isn't only that, a poor blending of cultures. It has been ignored since I and the Xavax from Redhaven joined with the handful of Nobles from Eponllyn. What new culture has emerged? What blending has occurred other than government offices.

A sad state we are in as an entity. Our last Phoenix Court ended with bloodshed. Friend upon friend. No court was held. That, is a fair statement.

As if that was not enough, the bureaucracy demands of us to elect a new Ruler. In no less than three, sparing days. Our first day is nearly over. None have stepped forwards. We are a Monarchy and Selenia named me her Son. Her blood is my blood. Yet I recognize also that I am very young.

Our realm, in the wider picture is eminently important to the Northern Alliance, block, whichever name you wish to give it. That is entirely due to Talon Lionel of House Kinsey. His dogged leadership, continued grasp on the greater logistics and respectful handling of a multitude of Nobles from as many realms. Right beside that fact is the large number of capable Nobles of this realm. Leading warriors by his direction without fault.  This realm is the bulwark of the North, its strategic center and its long arm that reaches south time and time again.

As the first day of elections for Ruler passes, I am certain there are discussions being held behind closed doors. That is not how I remember Selenia doing it. There was a time and place for the Phoenix Courts and for all to be involved. Together, out in the open,with every opinion valued and heard. Like this letter is to you.

Perhaps there are those among us, of great merit and in possession of exceeding years full of wisdom. Willing to stand up and lead us. Not in cabal or with henchmen but like a true JeVondair. Out in the open, with passion sewn into their very fabric and unyielding like all those that came before her. Where the very clutches of death take pause and finds its grip singed, burned by the Phoenix flames. We should strive for that.

In closing, should no such ideal be able to be found, no man nor woman aspire and with ability stand up I shall put up my name. Young, inexperienced in government and a life long student of Selenia. I have seen what she has seen, heard her inner most council and offer my own thoughts at every turn when she deliberated. I only offer myself as a last resort, as to not do so and fail her memory would spell dishonor for my name and wouldn't be worthy of her legacy or that of our people.

In that vein I shall lead, as she did. With the Nobility, offer opportunity, broad rather than tall and with many advisers. My aim would be to bring unity to our realm, to enable the war effort and to build our prestige in the world.

Wings unfurled,

Sir Nemean JeVondair Renodin
Knight of Commonyr


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Fellow Nobles of the Realm, Talon Lionel,

 
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A summary of your views on the current political situation.


Before I do so I extend appreciation to Chief of Justice Ryndhal. May he not remain the only one to stand up after my call.

In broad strokes there is the North and the South. The North is militarily led by Talon Lionel of House Kinsey. It holds two alliances that together face the southern alliances. They in turn are led in congregation. Several generals try their hand where the North has a more pyramidal structure. This difference spawns the world we live in. At least, in large part the world as most of us experience it.

From what I've seen and I will make that reference strong, I haven't seen everything and will offer you that insight which I do have. Limited as it may be. A thing that I will continue to do, sharing knowledge. As was her tradition.

The armies of Sydgard, the raider realm are often absent the southern armies. They move independently. At times completely at odds with the remainder of the southern warhost. When I look at this through the lens of politics I must consider that they do not agree, in some part, with the rest of the south. A division. Either in wargoals, methods, leadership this is unknown to me.

The same can be said in some way of Shadowdale. Their forces often lag behind, are sluggish and seem absent more frequently. They are a weak link in the chain of the North. Both the north and south share a similar weakness. Where Sydgard is actively raiding, the same cannot be said of Shadowdale. Again this may be due to the latter being more closely watched by the North and the command structure that is in place here.

An important general of the South vanished, Kellan of House Dodger. This means that the south is less able to coordinate their armies even further. The situation is rife I imagine where politics and perhaps even diplomacy is concerned. A young noble Lady became Imperatrix. She is now the General of Perdan, the Strongest Realm of the South by some measure. No experience she has and likely will make mistakes. Degrading their prestige and opening up political intrigue.

The Perleone Empire is in shambles. Their influence has waned a great amount. Their armies have lessened and their reach diminished. In truth, they are once more a middling realm where before they stood primus. Fallangard will become more vocal as its diminutive form becomes more important. Its educated and capable Nobles may gain a more prominent position on the grand stage. That leaves Vix Tiramora.

In short, that episode was a debacle. More so because it was not exploited in any noticeable way. Now the Vix are stronger than before. A more viable army they will be able to field. With those factors into consideration, they will more firmly become part of the trinity of Perleone, Perdan and Vix Tiramora. The advantage of the wastelands surrounding Perdan City that the North has been enjoying will be contested more fiercely I imagine because of all this. There is more on this but that veers ever more far away from the Political situation as was asked of me to write about.

The war and its political situation. I believe the war is fought purely in the midlands. southern midlands even. With the rising force of Vix that line will be pushed upwards into Caligus again. Possibly into the surrounding of Westmoor but I suspect not due to the Northern's leadership being centered on Greater Eponllyn. Caligus will become more important and vocal. Their lands will be more threatened.

In truth, the political landscape is rather dull in the north. We in Eponllyn haven't even heard from the Rulers of Nivemus nor Shadowdale or even Sirion. There is nothing coming from those places. No words, no relations, nothing. Only silent warriors as we are threatened to become.  Perhaps a new Ruler of ours can bring us those words, if they exist.

About Nivemus and Sirion, I do not know their Political situation. Nor what they aim for or desire. One is left to guess.

In my mind it would be a dangerous situation if Caligus decides or is somehow persuaded to cease fighting. For all of the South would then be funneled through Eponllyn. Unless they like Mountain Climbing which seems very unlikely and foolish.

Wings unfurled,

Sir Nemean JeVondair Renodin
Knight of Commonyr


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Fellow Nobles of the Realm, Talon Lionel, Ambassador Alexander,

A single day remains and only one other person has stepped forwards as a contender for the Phoenix Throne.

That being what it is, I will address the questions posed. Starting with those from Talon Lionel and then those of Ambassador Alexander.

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The correction in my knowledge by the Talon is much appreciated, in my previous letters I clearly said that I could only give my views for as far as my knowledge reached. He has extended that reach, for it I am grateful.
 

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What would you have us discuss with Sirion and Nivemus?


To begin with I would want to establish relations with their rulers and key individuals. Get to know them, beyond colored banners that strut across the battlefield. Not just for myself to know but for our entire realm to know. Who are they, what drives them, what do they want. Basic questions really. Things that would do us well to know. To identify with them, to better understand them and to be able to be better allies. The secrecy often needed in military planning should not be required in the diplomacy that could bring realms closer together. I, and I am sure many agree, feel little for shedding blood for a silent rock. For a person however, a friend perhaps, that is another matter entirely.

For too long has there been an experienced silence for the mass of Nobles. That is not a good thing.

 
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I'd like some context on why you were in correspondence with an enemy King... Unless King Kay is lying, but it would be a strange thing to lie about.


The Talon rightly surmised that I have been in contact with the King of Perdan. So too have I been in contact with other Rulers from both the North and the South. The blood that courses through my veins was reason enough for many of them to reach out, unbidden. If I am the Son of House JeVondair and Renodin, as I am. Shame and Pride, it is my duty to uphold the dignity carried therein. You will agree I am sure.

Where I may not have reigned before, unlike those of my blood, it behooves any person to develop relations. Those that reach out to you and also those that you belief you can learn from. The King Kay of Perdan reached out to me. Selenia knew of it. At the risk of sounding Elitist, Royal Houses speak beyond the bounds that encircle or are self-imposed by others. That is what Selenia taught me.

What relations I have and have developed, with more to follow I am sure, I shall utilize to the benefit of our Realm. To see our goals realized and to make true those aspirations we set out for ourselves.

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Now to the words of Ambassador Alexander.

 
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I would like the candidates for the rulership to address what they believe the concerns of Greater Eponllyn are and how they anticipate to solve them.


In my prior letters I touched upon this area. I believe there is a distinct lack of harmony or unity within the Realm. Yes, there is obedience to the military command but that is not all a realm is made of. I noted that the former Eponllyn Nobles, few as they are, together with the multitude of Nobles from Redhaven, Xavax have achieved little to become one. To come together. Formally government positions have been shared but it seems it ended there. That is a shame and a problem.

How to solve it you ask. I will try what Selenia has done in the past that made us strong. To rule together. To offer voice and platform to all willing to speak and act.  Phoenix Courts, Nights of the Black Swans. Gatherings, deliberations. To do not alone but to do, together. Not in disregard of Eponli traditions but to welcome them. We are a people divided and we should no longer.

 
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Furthermore, I request to know their agenda and platform for their reign.


The Agenda and Platform for my potential Reign. I can repeat that which I've written in previous letters and in part I will. To bring the Realm together, to bring prestige to our Realm on the great stage of the world and to achieve our wargoals as set out by those that came before us.

I will not sit on the throne in solitude. Where I am young there are many, great men and women in this realm. Their wisdom, capability, guidance I will draw upon if they will let me. If ever there was a platform, in the literal sense, you are it. You all are.

Where paper becomes in short supply, I will close with this. With one day remaining, I had hoped to see more stand up. If that is not to be the case, I wish all the best to Chief of Justice Ryndhal. I don't know him very well but I grew up among you all. Whatever you will, I will accept.

Wings unfurled,

Sir Nemean JeVondair Renodin
Knight of Commonyr


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Fellow Nobles of the Realm, Chief of Commerce Mara, Ambassador Alexander,

A few more questions have been posed, I shall give my answers.
 

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Do you take on all responsibilities of our former Queen? Do you too promise me the duchy of Perdan as she did?


Lady Mara, the promise was made by Selenia. Not by me. However, let me ask this question in turn. Will you bend the knee and swear undying fealty onto me should the realm see fit to ascent me to the Phoenix Throne? What did you promise Selenia in exchange for the Capital of Perdan? This is a discussion that has never been in the public eye.

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Ambassador Alexander asks:

 
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May I ask what your stance is around Vix? What your intentions would be for that realm and the geographic region providing the northern armies are able to crush the resistance?


My stance towards Vix is a traditional one. They are the opposite in ideology as to us. In the words of former Arbiter Godric, Death to the Democrats. That being said, they are weak and in flux at this time. Albeit with potential. What is to become of that region should I have say over it I do not know. I'd consult the Realm, you, our Nobles. It isn't a place we want to occupy for ourselves.

It might be good to remove them from the war, to install a new government as was tried before. Ultimately however, I would allow myself to be guided by those that see fit to advise me in this.

Wings unfurled,

Sir Nemean JeVondair Renodin
Knight of Commonyr


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Fellow Nobles of the Realm, Chief of Commerce Mara, Sir Daeron,

Our discussions continue, where my part is concerned in it, I shall provide.

Chief of Commerce Mara,
 

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''I didn't promise anything''
~Mara Aurelius

 
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''as was discussed in the details of the merger''
~Selenia JeVondair


The aforementioned promise was a personal one, between yourself and Selenia. That is explicitly stated. It was made during merger discussions that led to the creation of Greater Eponllyn. You've demonstrated your aptitude for records-keeping, please provide us the rest. The merger details that include the personal promise between two Nobles.

You did not respond in full to my question either while I am expected to just that. I urge you to grace yourself and not to leave parts by the side of road. If I am to aspire to be wise, I will not blindly promise anything. My respect and reverence for Selenia you would only insult if you choose to further press that angle. She would inform you about that fact herself if she was still among us.

Sir Daeron,
 

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How exactly would the Vix situation be handled diplomatically or otherwise as I feel it is being presented simplistically in observation.


The matter you broach is a complicated one. In essence it remains simple however, they are enemies and sought our destruction. The Debacle you refer to however. The diminutive Vix, as they were was pounced upon. Three Nobles in particular stand out. Both Ambassador Franz of House Fitz Robert and Ambassador Alexander of House Greybrook among that trio. Citrine Tourmaline being the third.

They were in positions of power and presumably perceived the Realm of Vix Tiramora to be sufficiently weakened to accept radical change with downward cast face. It was a powerful move. The act miscalculated perhaps or the strength of the instigators found wanting. It could be that the sudden earthquake shook the Vixens awake and into action.

If it had worked it would indeed have been a magnificent victory for the north. That it didn't does not take away from the audacity and daring of those that undertook it. The result we have to live with today is that Vix Tiramora has once more emerged as a viable realm and became a true member of the Trio of the South, Perdan, Perleone and Vix Tiramora. How to deal with that situation diplomatically.

We protect our own. This is war and we must survive. The democratic Ideals they hold dear are alien, wrongheaded and the north fights to eradicate them. For us it is also a struggle for survival, not so much today but our own goals lay in the south. A home they helped destroy. How much diplomacy do you want to conduct with sworn enemies?

I feel we will isolate them as much as possible. Discredit their claims but we should not allow them to distract us from our war goals. As we've been pursuing for all this time. Under direction of Talon Lionel.

Wings unfurled,

Sir Nemean JeVondair Renodin
Knight of Commonyr


Continued.

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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #82: September 21, 2019, 06:52:39 PM »


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Fellow Nobles of the Realm, Ambassador Alexander,
 

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I would also be interested in your opinion regarding the traditional migration south? Is this a undertaking you would be willing to consider or reject?


The Xavax desire home. The war we fight still is because the south tried to displace our people and they succeeded. The Xavax did not give in. Rather they chose to continue the fight. Many joined their ranks and Realms did likewise. Until the great behemoth of warfare of today took shape.

Ancestral home is the goal. To return to that land from which we hail. There was a great exodus and if that is possible so it must be possible to return. How, when, in what shape and how. Those are questions we must find answers to. What we do know is that we will not accept a position of weakness. We will not be slaves or servants. It will happen on our terms. Our own.

Why else have we bled and continue to do so.  The Xavax have been fighting not to take lands in the midlands or to live in the north. They have fought to return to Greater Xavax. We are no longer just the Xavax in Greater Eponllyn. There are Eponli Nobles. With their own heritage and desires. They have lived close to Xavax, to the west of it. In my mind it isn't such a big difference. We are neighboring peoples that were forced north.

Sheltered by realms that welcomed us and provided for us. We've come together as one in this realm. This Greater Eponllyn and we still dream of returning to the south. We can do that, and we will. Perhaps in time, we will no longer be neighbors, as we are in the south of the past. Maybe we will become something greater, as is my hope.

It is not a dream that has been forgotten and that was ever the goal for this war.

Wings unfurled,

Sir Nemean JeVondair Renodin
Knight of Commonyr


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Fellow Nobles of the Realm, Chief of Commerce Mara,

If you choose to ignore parts of my own letters to your person and follow that by pushing your own narrative, that is fine. It does have the effect of me being less inclined to be accommodative towards you. Neither do I wish to argue with you as that is a futile effort.

Should you wish me to restate the matter which I put to you, I shall.

Wings unfurled,

Sir Nemean JeVondair Renodin
Knight of Commonyr


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Fellow Nobles of the Realm, King Ryndhal,

I offer congratulations on your election King Ryndhal.

May you reign wisely and I shall be the first to publicly offer fealty onto the throne as you take your seat.

Wings unfurled,

Sir Nemean JeVondair Renodin
Knight of Commonyr


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« Reply #83: October 06, 2019, 02:22:17 PM »

Welcome back, get comfortable. I got two letters for you. One is a pure letter and what follows will be Nemean's response. Its a letter that I wrapped in a bit of RP. Sometimes I like to do that. Give it some more weight, depth or feeling. Just that tiny little bit extra you know. Hope you enjoy.


Letter from Alyssa Kingsley


Sir Nemean,

As the northern armies ransack our lands, I find myself in the difficult position of being unable to defend them from the host that has been massed against us.  Thus, we are trapped behind our walls, and I myself in the Imperator's Tower in the duke's palace, with little to do but read reports of battles and the wanton slaughter and robbery of my people and host tedious meetings with quartermasters and courtier.  My tower while spacious is tucked away in a far corner of the palace and it is unfortunate that it is out of the way of most people's thoughts and minds.  I am sure my predecessor enjoyed the solitude but I miss seeing the faces of the countrymen who I have come to respect and care for dearly.  I take a walk through the gardens or the city and train with the sword when I can, but more often than not I sit at this desk and write letters to generals and pen orders.  It was not exactly the life I expected the Imperator lived but I understand the necessity.

In some ways I miss my time as a simple knight.  I still bore the weight of my realm, but to a lesser degree.  It feels as if all of my people look to me and I must not fail them, for the stakes of my failure now are much higher.  Perhaps you should be glad you were not chosen for such a high position yourself.  Or perhaps being a Prince of your people you feel this weight all the time.

You have a new king in Eponllyn.  Have things improved?  You said you felt lonely before, and ignored.  While I see them less and less, held by the paper chains in this tower, mine own realmmates remain busy and loyal to the defense of our realm.  I have even had the fortune of training some of the newer nobles in swordplay on a few occasions.  I can confirm that our realm breeds talented warriors, and true knights.  They are eager to follow the path of righteousness and honour.  They will go out and do good despite the bleakness of the war and the world around us.

Regards,

Alyssa Kingsley
Imperatrix of Perdan
Dame of Bisciye





An Open Hand


The hue of soft yellow pastel crinkled with lines of biscotti make for a piece of parchment that gives off a well worn complexion. Light stains left where the palm of a hand has rested lazily. A deep and oily oker fingerprint almost presents itself as yellow wax. The vellum is thick and was once quite rich was it not for its repeat use.
 

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Impe..

Alyssa,

You do you not fail your people. In service there is one of the greatest honors you can give. That is why we often look up at those that render great service onto the many that cannot do it themselves. There are many soldiers but they cannot do what the general does. All their eyes look up at the general. Although the soldiers die once, the general dies over and over again. And yet, the soldiers greatly appreciate their general. Despite dying.

When you were a simple knight. The same happened. The soldiers died, willingly. Because they believed in you. You never were a simple knight Alyssa. When I rode up to you the first time. A great southern army stood at your back. There were two warriors at your side. Your warriors. They admired you. And I saw why.

It never gets easier. At least I haven't known it to become less. Expectation is a great and terrible thing. A monster with rows upon rows of teeth. Its bite, burns more remorselessly than pitch. Disappointment and Disillusion. The faltering hope that fades from once believing eyes. The unspoken question, why didn't you make it work, as life leaves their body.

You've risen. Ascended to a place where you are too, lonely. You understand why you do it though. I saw that in you as well. That you care is a great sign of responsibility. That it is heart-wrenching, is a burden you must shoulder. Forever. The moment you no longer feel that weight, you should no longer be a general or a leader. I complained about being lonely and I still am. There are those that know what I was raised for. They do not want it. Others are hopeful and glance but do not dare to look yet, as yours do openly at you. The burden is there still though.

I think of that moment when I first saw you. How your people looked at you. Their desire to protect you. Knowing that they had a treasure that was theirs to protect. Something good. Even if they didn't yet know what kind of good, or what good, would come from it. It wasn't important to them. They felt and that was enough. They were right.

In admiration,

Nemean



Down below the text, the distance of about the width of a hand, a circular stain resides solemnly.


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« Reply #84: October 15, 2019, 01:55:08 PM »
Following is a small series of Roleplays that involve three characters. All credit due to their respective players and writers of course. It's about an envoy presenting a gift. That is a really narrow way to explain it but I feel saying anything else might spoil it. Hope you enjoy.


A Rampant Envoy

Where it might've been highly unusual or at least against protocol it seems that one particularly well spoken man with a quiet disposition managed to get himself announced to the Imperatrix of Perdan. His style of dress wasn't local and not even regional of the south. The robe he wore cut in such a way that it both served to lend his posture grace and at the same time rendered functionality on the road. On which he surely must've been for some time before arriving. His eyes are of a dark oaken color and the words that emerge from his mouth are measured and often quite gentle. While clearly not a noble it'd be hard to dismiss his embedded affluence. He might not be decked in jewels and neither does he carry any particularly outlandish garb, the simple quality ingrained in every piece of his attire nudges any doubt of his means firmly out of mind.

Draped around his shoulders is a thick leather cape lined with the fur of ermines. Before the man was brought to a waiting room he was said to have taken the time to groom his horse himself. Insisting that he did not mind the task and preferred doing it himself. What stood out was that the man had brought a sturdy leather trunk. Its surface worked so finely and with such care that the material was transformed into a bright amber skin. Curiously, there were two finger sized holes in it, near the handle. The man very carefully handled said trunk, at least, so reckoned your servants.

Upon asking his business he offered two pieces of information. The first was that he came on behalf of a Noble party. The seal and paper he presented for this claim consisted of a single page with upon it a clear sigil of the Realm of Perdan. The second piece of information constituted a phrase. ''In case there might be more Troll Kin in the Perdan Mines.''. Supposedly this would make sense to the Imperatrix the man suggested. Enough so that she might deign to receive him.

With that he was content to give it some time and wait it out. Politely asking for some spiced tea as he made himself comfortable in the waiting room.





Roleplay from Alyssa Kingsley

"No tea."

The grim looking old man scowled at him, his old, dented armour barely reflecting the lantern light in one of the Imperatrix's pavilions.  The noble sigil on his breastplate, a sheaf of wheat, was almost entirely faded.  He glanced at the paper again and somehow his frown deepened.  "She's the busiest girl in Perdan so don't hold your breath.  Stay here." he growled, putting a hand on his sword and walking out, paper in hand.

Several minutes later, the old warrior returned, with him two young women in light armour neither of whom could be twenty.  One with red hair and a tunic of black and purple was quiet and watched the envoy with an uncertain curiosity while the other with hair of gold tied back in a ponytail stood proudly at attention, her hand on a sword at her hip, a white cloak over her shoulders clasped with a brooch depicting a snarling wolf.  She looked at him with a stern but weary gaze, the cold blue of her eyes searching him for answers.

"Alyssa Kingsley, Lady of the White Lodge, Imperatrix of Perdan." The old man announced a hint of pride in his gravely voice, motioning to the lady in white.  She said nothing and the old warrior continued, motioning to the other girl.  "Dustiria Noire, Dame of Lorient."

The man then took a step back, and Alyssa took a step forward.  "I am told you were sent to give me something."  She said, glancing at the trunk.





Delivering the Gift
 

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"Alyssa Kingsley, Lady of the White Lodge, Imperatrix of Perdan." The old man announced a hint of pride in his gravely voice, motioning to the lady in white.  She said nothing and the old warrior continued, motioning to the other girl.  "Dustiria Noire, Dame of Lorient."

The man then took a step back, and Alyssa took a step forward.  "I am told you were sent to give me something."  She said, glancing at the trunk.
~Alyssa Kingsley


A gloved hand found perch over his heart and the envoy bowed. In the motion he carefully placed the trunk beside him on the ground. His cape veiling and unveiling the item as he rose again. Calm brown eyes passed from one of the young ladies to the other. ''I did indeed come here bearing a gift, Imperatrix Kingsley. Forgive me the time I steal as I take it to offer proper respect to Dame Noire.'' With that he made a second bow.

Turning his attention back to Alyssa. ''I must caution you however. This gift may require some time to fully appreciate.'' The rich delivery of the words laces them with a worldly quality. The man kneels down beside the trunk. His hands working on the straps. A leather flower emerging on the ground as his cape spills from him. ''Perhaps.'' A pensive pause that includes the motion of his hands. ''Perhaps this may ease the, shared hardship, you and my master at times feel.'' Lips formed a warm expression. ''He would have wanted me to say something along those lines. Although he didn't quite word it that way.'' Oaken eyes glanced up at Alyssa before they returned to the trunk at hand.

The straps became undone and the man turned the lid to face the Imperatrix. He whispered to the trunk. Coaxing almost, was it not for his seeming practiced paternal tone. As the lid rose the light revealed droopy and charcoal colored ears. A small hump holding the two together which ended in an even now, robust snout tipped with a broad black nose. Two dark anthracite, well spaced eyes looked up. Regarding the humans about the pup shook its tiny body and pawed the inside of the trunk.

Looking at the puppy for a brief moment the man stood up again and took a step back. ''I hope it..'' The tiniest of barks fiercely interrupted the words, eliciting a a small chuckle from the man. ''I hope this gift may find your approval Imperatrix. It is a Cane Corso.'' With that he bowed again, awaiting her response.





Roleplay from Dustiria Noire

She inclines her head to the envoy as he bows to her. Her hand does not leave her sword hilt as she stands ready slightly to the left and behind the Imperatrix. As he works to open the trunk her shoulders go back and she looks ready to spring forward. Confusion crosses her face as the dark brown puppy is revealed. Her stern warrior face melts into a smile she can't help. "A cane corso...I haven't seen one since I walked away," she says almost too quiet to hear. Louder she says , " if I may ask Imperatrix  who sent this?  Forgive me if that is to forward to ask. " her own brown eyes look curious from Alyssa to the envoy and back before resting on the puppy.





Roleplay from Alyssa Kingsley

Alyssa took her eyes from the pup to glance at Dustiria.  "It was your newest friend that is behind this my lady."

The puppy hopped from the trunk and sniffed around his new surrounding, following his nose to Alyssa's boots.  She knelt down to pet the creature, taking off her glove as it sniffed her hand and licked her finger. She gave it a gentle stroke across its back, as it wagged its tail.

"Tell me messenger," she said looking up at the man with a eyebrow raised in challenge.  "Was it Sir Nemean's idea or your own to carry this poor creature locked away in a dark trunk?  The babe must have been frightened."

The puppy sniffed around again, curious of his new surroundings, bounding about as he explored the tent excitedly wagging his tail.

"Or perhaps not," she allowed, as the little dog pawed at a table set near the corner of the pavilion.  "He seems quite brave."

As the puppy crossed by her as it wandered about the tent she pet it again as a slight smile crossed her face.

"You may stay under our protection for the evening" She said to messenger.  "I will send you back with a letter to your Sir in the morning."





Roleplay from Dustiria Noire

"oh," she looks at Alyssa surprised. "You must be close friends for him to send you such a special gift. " She smiles as the puppy explores the tent,"he sent you a companion for at least the next decade. A cure for loneliness on four paws. A confidant that will never leave your side. Priceless loyalty and total love," she laughs softly,"forgive me. Sometimes I think I understand animals better than people. Name him well my lady. " She heads to the tent opening,"by your leave Imperatrix. I think I will watch the moon for a bit before I rest"





A note among the Dark
 

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"You may stay under our protection for the evening" She said to messenger.  "I will send you back with a letter to your Sir in the morning."
~Alyssa Kingsley


With those words the envoy made his final bow before making his departure from the tent. Leaving both the pup and the trunk behind. Once outside he settled in beside one of the small campfires but not before producing a small lute from a saddlebag. Plucking away a lazy tune as he enjoyed the glowing warmth that emanated from the fire.



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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #85: October 22, 2019, 08:21:19 PM »

Welcome back! This Rp I got for you today ins't, unfortunately, a continuation of the previous one. However, this is an introduction of my character at a Tournament. How someone in the crowd might see him so to speak. Hope you like it.


A Humble Shadow

In a strikingly subdued manner a young man crowned with dark blond hair moved about the various parties and toastings. Accepting the drinks that are offered and displaying measured modesty as he does so. His entourage is virtually non existent. Seemingly preferring to go about these affairs absent attendants. In as much as the young noble tries to present himself as inconsequential there is a lingering air that refuses to remove itself from his demeanor.

His chin raised in just that way, the quiet calm of his pose as he observes. The ease with which a quiet smile is effortlessly conjured upon his lips. From a distance, he seems to accept his chosen role. Content to listen yet undaunted by the splendor. At times, it seems as it is entirely immaterial to him. The gilded gold of the fairground structures. The actors and the theater. Bowls and tables filled with magnificent foods, their scents wafting the stuff of dreams to the commoners beyond the lists.

Prominently worked into the patterns on his doublet a golden, rampant lion could be seen. Judging by the color-scheme and the heraldic animal, it would fit the Royal Houses of both JeVondair and Renodin. Something that the young man hasn't voiced and neither seems inclined to bring up. In either those he exchanges words with or about himself.


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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #86: November 12, 2019, 02:09:02 PM »
Welcome, great to see you. No, the tournament didn't go that well. Nemean got beat by the champion in the first round. 1 to 2. Only solace might be the fact that the champion then proceeded to trounce just about every other contestant 0 to 3. Anyhow, today I got a few RPs for you. Nemean decided to try to learn about his father. The JeVondair's are no longer playing (paused their characters) so I figured Nemean would try to uncover the other half of his heritage. The Renodin part. Asher Renodin to be exact. Here is the initial Rp that saw Nemean leave Greater Eponllyn and join Perdan.


Dashing Across the Line

Where earlier on the rays were bright and the world an inundated landscape filled with light. Now there was a bronze world where shadows lorded over the land and leafs spelled doom with their crackling noises. The woodlands, the edges of the verdant swaths that enshrined the villages and towns of Beziers housed the Northern vanguard. A small army in and of itself. It had went unopposed and Nemean rode dutifully along. Warriors from Nivemus razed farmsteads and pillaged all in sight. The only thing taller than the giants with green canopies were the trails of black smoke. The atrocities visited upon the living, framed in the amber glow of a hundred raging fires.

On patrol with his modest group of cavalry he had evaded partaking in that horror. In blind panic the lowborn fled their homes. Even this far away and practically inside the forest he could hear it. Maybe he imagined it. He shook his head, trying to dispel the terrible sound. ''You alright sir?'' One of his warriors asked. Nemean nodded. ''Yea, it's fine. Press on.'' Like a marbled statue his arm reached out like an emperor. Years of privileged life creeps in one's every move. He pointed westwards, towards Bisciye. The place where he would embark upon his own path. ''On the other side of this forest, there lies another life. One you did not choose. Another world. I chose it. I release you all from your bond. Warriors, servants, retainers,'' A short pause that saw eyes lock. ''Captain.''

From high above perched upon a branch, a Red-Robin chirped as it looked down at the troupe of humans. ''Turn back and return to your families. If you stay with me you might never see them again.'' He wanted to smile. Reassure them that it wasn't so. All he could manage was a small line of a mouth. Tight and resolved. His emerald eyes beheld them, traveling from the left all the way to the right. ''I will go through the forest and find out about my own family. The Other Lion.'' With his hand he touched the crest that adorned his chest. The Lions of Houses JeVondair and Renodin.

Unbeknownst to the young man, even though he was gaining the features of a more mature and masculine individual, his mind was truly still unwise in the ways of men and women. So when the people spoke. The fighting ones and all the others, he was surprised. ''Let the Lion Roar.'' It was a single voice. Not even spoken forcefully but rather diminutive actually. Without fault however, it had that quality. Inner pride. ''Let the Lion Roar!'' The worlds came again. This time from several voices.  ''Aye! aye..'' while others said: ''We're with you Nemean.'' The one that broke his Noble posture and made him carefully laugh went like this: ''Get through the bloody forest already, so we can get some mead.'' Mirth. They didn't object. The thought crystallized in his mind. They'll come with me. And Nemean knew kinship and warmth.

Leaving the burned out villages behind them. The trails of smoke in their wake, fortunately not of their making. Plunging headlong into a new future. Uncertain, unknown and where the possibilities were endless. Nemean felt nervous, his gaze fixed upon the horizon. What will I find on the other side.
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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #87: November 12, 2019, 02:11:13 PM »

Next up, Nemean taking a vacant estate in a region he doesn't even know the Lord of. It also includes a letter to the realm. Enjoy!


Sending a Message

Arriving in Bisciye was an easy enough affair. He'd had weeks to send out scouts. Pour over the reports from the armies and fortunately the nearest, significant settlement was perched atop a lazy hill. Slumped and entirely taken advantage of as a sprawling town had grown all over and around it. Approaching it was, awkward to say the least. The captain had wisely lowered the banners of Greater Eponllyn and the North. Stowed them out of sight and the only banners that flew were familial ones. The Black and Gold.

The locals were nervous. To the point that some fled on sight. Small crowds rushed into the settlement proper and eventually, a bell rang. Getting closer Nemean could see a small contingent of Spear militia present itself. That's rich. He thought to himself. Observing how the militia fumbled to create a line. How many where they? Twenty? He gestured at a scout of his. ''Announce me.'' The young woman bowed in the saddle and sped off.

An hour later Nemean had spoken with the local mayor. A friendly, rotund man with grassy red hair. The Local manor fortuitously had remained vacant. Leaving nothing to chance Nemean had ordered his posse to take up residence there. Zabar Manor, it'd do.

Before he'd released the shaken mayor he gave him a letter and instructions to present it to the local Lord and Nobility.
 

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Fair Nobles of Perdan,

The hand that writes belongs to Nemean JeVondair Renodin.

My companions and I have arrived in the lands of Bisciye. The Militia did their duty and challenged me duly. I commend them even though I did not come in arms. From him I learned that these lands belong to the Baillivus Benjamin of House Pryde. As is Noble custom I offer him my fealty as I've taken the formerly vacant estate of Zabar Manor. Should he accept it I shall serve him and in full capacity and observance of Noble Code.

That aside, and it holds paramount importance, I present myself to the wider Nobility. I hailed from Greater Eponllyn. With the above oath accepted, I shall no longer be from there but share a space under your banner. The banner of my father.

I shall welcome questions if there are any.

Wings unfurled,

Nemean JeVondair Renodin


The villagers had a field day. A strange Knight appearing from the forests. Claiming a great Manor and their very mayor not objecting at all! Or so that's how they saw it. Highly irregular!



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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #88: November 12, 2019, 02:20:35 PM »
Here is a small RP to illustrate Nemean's discovery of one of the very few if perhaps only good Cavalry recruitment center in the realm. In a city that's barely defended. At least, that's what I tried to make shine through.


Fine Horses

A brief stop at the equestrian complex that the city of Aix was host to convinced Nemean. ''These are some fine creatures.'' His hand ran along the cheek of a particularly fine stallion. Muscles barely contained under a rich and soft coat of raven black. Tall, proud and healthy horses every single one of them. Sadly he was informed by one of the trainers that Aix was also the only location Perdan had such facilities.

It didn't take very long at all for Nemean to get the gist of the trainer's true concern. The scary fact that the small city was practically defenseless and surrounded by enemy forces. Apparently even the man's brother had taken up the call to join the local militia. Unsanctioned by the master of the city but mustered nonetheless.

''You keep on providing the realm with such fine horses and I'll make sure they do their utmost to safeguard your family.'' He would've liked to utter the words with more confidence but the trainer lapped them up regardless. An awkward nod and half grin from Nemean, entirely forced, saw the two part ways as he continued on his way to the Capital.


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« Reply #89: November 12, 2019, 02:22:29 PM »
Eventually Nemean had to travel to the capital and I felt like writing something a bit more uplifting. This was the result, hope you enjoy it hehe.


The Sable Lion in the City of Lions

Earlier in the day they had come upon a small caravan from the Perdan mines. Several of their carts had been overloaded and during their journey had broken down. Taking the opportunity to get to know the locals, Nemean had ordered his men to aid the merchants. Two in particular were useful in this regard as they were sons of a carpenter, brothers and both more than happy to put in their hands wood rather than steel for a while. As the carts were being mended Nemean had spend time conversing with the caravan master. A stern man of advancing age. Fortunately that was mostly exterior and they soon laughed as they compared Northern Silver with Southern silver. Clearly the man held great contempt for the ''pewter'' of the north. It was an easy subject to joke about and while the man didn't recognize Nemean's banner he was remarkably laconic.

As the carts were made serviceable again the caravan was doubly grateful to learn that they'd gained a Noble escort. ''Don't mention it.'' Nemean had said amicably. ''We're both headed for Perdan city.'' Bandits and raiding had drastically reduced the amount of goods getting through to the capital. As they continued the journey, burned out hovels only doused by occasional rainfall were passed by, more frequently than either party would've liked. The caravan master glanced at Nemean's banner every so often as they did and it made the younger man feel uneasy.

Past the midday hour the group came across a great, brown mass on the road. One of the forward scouts returned to report that it was alive. ''Careful sire, I believe it is a bear.'' The captain of Nemean's unit frowned. She was expert at the expression and it could scold a man's pride as much as a full blown insult could. Something that Nemean at times envied. A slurry grunt could be heard as the group approached the supposed bear. A deep heave followed. Was that a burp?

With the distance reduced it became clear the bear, it was indeed a bear, was camping near the site of some wreckage. It huffed and pawed lazily at the debris. Clearly looking for something but either with immense disinterest or this was one clumsy bear. Big broken wagon. Disemboweled ox in front of it.  A shredded leather tarp, presumably it had served to cover the wagon. Nemean continued to study the trashed site from a distance. A few crates and.. strewn about, broken casks. Somewhere below it he spotted several intact casks. Clearly the bear was trying to get to them but failed miserably. It's frustrated grunts and panting coupled with its terrible coordination began to make sense suddenly. It was drunk. A drunk bear. The smell of Mead wafted on the air, sweet and inviting. Certainly to the bear it had.

Nemean sighed. ''Wide berth, I don't want to mess with that bear.'' His warriors obeyed as did the merchants. The bear, way too late, realized he wasn't alone. It managed a slurred roar. Interrupted as it was with a hiccup. In its intoxicated state it tried to strike a menacing pose but only managed to briefly stand on all fours before veering far to the right and tumbling into a shallow ditch. From which it uttered another pathetic hiccuppy roar. It sounded more like a plea this time or a self directed curse.  The men muffled their chuckles. Which the bear obviously picked up on and loudly burped at, surely it had meant something more imposing. Which only made the men burst out in laughter as they wiped tears from their eyes.

It was the talk the entire rest of the trip to the big city. People become fast friends when they come across drunk bears apparently. The fortress walls of the capital allowed them entry through the King's gate. It felt strange for Nemean to enter the capital. Was he following in his father's footsteps? Did he also enter through this gate? His eyes looked around and saw the sprawling harbor city. The caravan master touched him on the shoulder. ''Master Nemean, I thank you for the escort. I don't dare to imagine what might've happened if we had to face that bear alone.'' The mirth in his eyes made both men smirk. ''Say nothing of it.'' Nemean offered. ''It was a pleasure.'' The smirk grew larger. ''Alright then Master Nemean. We'll be off then. They'll be mightily pleased to receive a fresh batch of silver. Most caravans have either not made their runs outright or got ambushed.'' The mirth made way for a hint of greed. ''We'll get a pretty penny for our troubles.'' Looking at the young Noble for a moment, he resumed. ''I'll make sure they hear of the man that helped us.''

That concluded their exchange and they parted ways by shaking hands. The merchants went to the dockside area and Nemean directed his men towards the craggy hill that housed the most dominating feature of the entire city. The Palace and its Lion Guards. Legend held it originally was a ducal castle that over time and generations was expanded upon. Until it hardly resembled a stronghold at all anymore and truly grew into its current palatial appearance. Riding calmly through the city Nemean traversed the great promenade. A broad and opulent road lined with great alabaster statues of sitting lions. Proud, fierce and yet protective all at the same time. It all looked so magnificent. The warscape not ten leagues south of the city could just as well be a world away by comparison. It confused his mind even more why the North never made an assault on the Perdanese capital. Looking closely though, there were small signs. More beggars than usual. Food prices were inflated. Houses cramped with refugees. Many people looking for jobs. Yet it didn't dampen their spirits. If anything, the people rallied. They willingly aided one another and this sense of unity struck close to home for Nemean. Maybe that's what his father saw as well.

So the maturing Lion entered the city of his father and made his way to the palace.