Another bit of reading for your singular enjoyment. Not entirely true though. I wrote this Rp in response to a request from a new player joining Luria Nova. He was a famous warrior and general of Asylon and in his Rp joining Luria the old char died and a new knight arise from said dynasty. It was unique and epic and amazing. Really much detail and of course superb quality. I marveled. Here my humble Rp to help his char along on the way to reclaim some heritage. The old char died giving up armor and sword to his family but it got lost kinda.. Enjoy!
Heirlooms of a distant Knight
-In response to Helicaon Dmitros-
The sun was out today. Its rays warmed the roofs and puddles of rainwater were quick to vanish before its gentle stream of light. Aldrakar walked the streets of Giask and often stopped to talk with influential merchants, guild-masters and lesser nobility. Most of the higher nobility had been driven out and so a new order was settling in. An awkward reshuffling where low nobles replaced middle tier ones or even climbing all the way to the higher echelons of Giaskian Nobility. A tricky situation that demanded lots of attention and delicate debates and negotiations.
All was for the betterment of Giask however and Aldrakar made time available, he made the rounds and he put in his time on social calls. This morning he went to visit a minor noble who claimed to have found a magnificent suit of armor and wished to negotiate a fair price for it. He needed the money to ''secure'' a trade license for his family. Apparently he was in the fish oil and clam trade. Aldrakar had a small entourage with him that included his young page Marc and Ceademon, son of Hendrick Madigan. The boy had to learn politics so he had to come along.
Arriving at the edge of Giask, the western most district they rode up to a small estate. It really was just a tiny manor positioned on a cliff rise and flanked by meager rows of peach trees. The land was ill kept and the enclosing wall was shabby at best. A gaunt faced gate guard pushed open the creaking Iron gate. It looked like it belonged to another age entirely.
Not wanting to invite Aldrakar indoors the noble had arranged a barbecue. Several cream white, linen covered tables stood around a red brick contraption which fumed smoke as a cook was trying his best to prepare a meal of roast clams and rabbit. It was clear there were issues and everyone was on edge.
Aldrakar and company dismounted, horses handed over to instantly overworked servants and crowded stables. The lesser noble, Patrius by name greeted Aldrakar and the two exchanged some pleasantries. The ensuing meal was strange. Aldrakar affected pleasure and the food was decent but there was so much unspoken stress in the air. The retinue was larger than all the servants combined which didn't help either.
After what seemed to last an eternity Patrius finally took Aldrakar aside and led him to the back garden. Displayed in an open armoire made of dark brown oak inlaid with ivory and silver stood arrayed a magnificent suit of splendid armor. Truly a masterpiece but after staring at it, admiring really, Aldrakar noticed signs of wear and use. His face took on a neutral expression and he looked back at Patrius.
''Looks exquisite no? Master Aldrakar?'' The man smiled just too broadly.
Patrius didn't seem to have noticed that Aldrakar also had seen the wicked steel saber that lay below the armor on a separate stand. Designed so that it would fit perfectly in the wielders hand and protect it in ever swing with its natural, almost organic curve. So great was the craftsmanship that Aldrakar instantly discarded the notion that his low Noble acquired it by honest means.
Putting his hands together to form a triangle with his finger Aldrakar looked down for a bit and then look up at Patrius. He pursed his lips. ''This armor was never yours to sell.'' Glacial eyes bored into the weak man and his spine turned to liquid. Beads of cold sweat formed as Aldrakar swelled with an intake of air. ''You will deliver these items to my domicile in Giask and see to it personally that they arrive before the sun sets and without damage.'' Aldrakar's voice was calm like a mirror lake. Patrius nodded frantically ''Yes.. yes... Of course how could I think to sell the spoils of a dead man.. how ignoble! hehehe...''
Aldrakar left shortly after, but not before he informed the servants of what was to happen to the masterfully forged armor and saber. A Gold Lurian to any servant informing him if anyone planned otherwise. This ensured that none would think of spiriting the equipment away.
That very evening Aldrakar had that very ivory and silver inlaid armoire in his office and every bit of its content was present. It didn't please him though, a great warrior had died in it and never really got to experience the pleasure of using it. The next of kind should be informed.
The following morning Aldrakar send heralds out around the city to inform the people of the Masterful armor and Saber, their features, distinguishing markings and overall what it looked it. He hoped that a rightful heir would claim it, otherwise he had no clue yet what to do with it.
