Welcome! Another little tid bit of Rp for you to enjoy. Here you'll read about Kyryn Kye of House JeVondair and Aldrakar. Kyryn is a young Noble that grew up in the care of Aldrakar and close relations of him. Defacto, you could see Kyryn being an unofficial Son of Aldrakar, the young man grew up along side his own two children. Its ongoing so more may be coming.
Two minor Rp's led to the latter one, all in Askileon Purlieus:
Aldrakar:
At the head of a sizable troupe of some of the finest warriors the Empire has to offer Aldrakar catches sight of the banners of Kyryn of House JeVondair. The wind wills his cape to bellow and flow off his steed yet his face is unfazed by its touch. His head inclining in a nod, offering recognition to the young Noble as he passes by.
Kyryn:
Kyryn sat atop his horse, looking down on some local dignitraries as the bickered about grain shipments in the reason. The arrival of Aldrakar fully captured the young man's attention. He bid the dignitaries figure it out or face dismissal as he wheeled his horse about and kicked into a canter to catch up with the former Emperor.
On the Road in Askileon Purlieus
The paved road resisted the boots of the Rendorian Elite as it would wheels, hooves, rain and all other manner of abuse. Its only compromise the signature click clack clack sound of the iron shot hooves of Aldrakar's horse as they rapped lazily off its flagstones. Hearing another, much quickly melody of hooves on stone, Aldrakar turned his head around to see that boy grown man, Kyryn, approach hastily.
As the young Noble rode up he passes a group of at least five dozen men born in the fires of war. Hard men tempered with discipline and devotion to order lest their inner fires overtook their actions. Many carried recurved bows or crossbows, the liberty of choice afforded to their proven skill and dedication. Wearing fine armors of segmented or partial plate mail crested with expertly fitting helmets and flowing from their shoulders sturdy and impressive cloaks. The livery of the young Noble wasn't unfamiliar to them but they didn't deign to grant him much of the road he tried to use to overtake them.
''Ah, Kyryn my boy. Looking good in the saddle!'' Aldrakar calmly drank in the spirited image of the young man. ''Aren't you supposed to be somewhere, assigned to a certain army?'' An accusatory eyebrow arched but didn't convey malice for the lips set well below them curved upwards into a smile. ''Glad to have caught you.''
