Author Topic: The assorted bits of Aldrakar Renodin's Life  (Read 70337 times)

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Re: The assorted bits of Aldrakar Renodin's Life
« Reply #75: August 27, 2014, 05:32:17 PM »
Good afternoon.  I know that's a gamble on my side but if you never risk it, you never gain it. So risk it I say! Totally not related to the below Rp but still some solid life advice hmm? Enjoy the writing, its part of an ongoing introduction of the character Helicaon Dmitros. The most epic new character ever in my opinion.


A Long Sun

Morning had made room for noon and as the world turned so did the sun cast long shadows just before the night claimed all. At this time, when shadows and sun were warring came a heavy knock on the door of Aldrakar's office in Giask. A man at arms opened the door as the servants had been given leave for the day. A master should never push his people and allow pleasure to rekindle hearts in time entirely of their own.

A man introduced himself as Gustaf and did so with practiced etiquette even though his garb told a different story. The sway of his body as he walked belied skills not so courtly and his eyes possessed the sheen of understanding. The man at arms was wary and asked for weapons. Gustaf produced a small array and then a dagger more. The soldier and him exchanged long looks that spoke entire book chapters.  They were both men that had seen war and they came to a silent accord. Death if you try anything.

Gustaf was led into the room where Aldrakar sat at his desk. A small room with humble furniture and decorations. A stray toy horse painted black lay on the ground. Aldrakar rose from his chair to greet the visitor but decided instead to collect the toy as he noted that Gustaf was a commoner, at least by appearance. Gustaf held some distance as Aldrakar moved through the room. The noble warrior picked up the toy and ran his hand along the neck of the tiny horse. ''And whom do I have the pleasure of receiving at dusk?'' Aldrakar didn't wait for a reply and instead leaned against the desk, half sitting on it as he faced Gustaf, in his hands sat the toy horse still. 

''My name is Gustaf, Lord Aldrakar. I learned that you are in possession of a suit of armor and a saber that I seek.'' Gustaf said the words confidently and made several appropriate hand gestures as he spoke. Aldrakar studied the man and calmly continued to listen. ''Helicaon Dmitros is next in line for one of the items and another noble for the other object.'' Gustaf expected a reply by now but as none came he continued. ''I would make sure the items see their proper recipient if you would relinquish them into my custody, my Lord.'' The two men exchanged a look and neither wavered.

Aldrakar's placed the docile looking toy of a black horse on the desk and pushed himself away from it. ''How do I know you are not lying..'' He let several other sentences die as he fell silent. ''You don't.'' Gustaf offered. ''In a short while there will be a servant of the noble Patrius claiming a man assaulted one of his servant and threatened his person. This is true, it is how I learned you have the armor and saber. Report me to the guards or slay me where I stand but do so knowing that I did not try to break in.'' Gustaf looked dead serious. ''People say you are a man of Honor and so I came to you like this, asking. Give me the armor and sword and I will see them restored to proper owners.'' Heavy bonking could be heard on the door of the small building. ''Let me in! I must see Lord Aldrakar Immediately!'' It was the shrill voice of Patrius.

The grim faced man at arms peaked his head into the office and Aldrakar nodded. The scarred face showed the smallest of smiles and vanished. ''Gustaf..'' Aldrakar began. ''I will see you provided with a cart, 4 armed men and my page to see to the armor.'' In the background the protests of Patrius could be heard as he was declined entry. ''Make sure you bring the items along a safe route and see that they reach whomever it is, deserves them.'' Akdrakar took careful steps towards Gustaf, eyeing him cautiously but soon just warmly. ''You are a good man.'' He placed a hand on Gustaf's shoulder who was slightly taken aback, not used to the treatment.

Turning back to the desk Aldrakar called for Ulfkil, the grim man at arms and told him to gather 3 of his finest to escort Gustaf and he was to lead them himself. The mean looking warrior nodded his assent and left again. ''Don't worry, Ulfkil is a good one to have in a fight.'' Aldrakar said as he penned a quick note which he gave to Marc after calling the boy of 11 summers into the room. ''See to the arrangements Marc, don't disappoint me, make me proud.'' The boy saluted quite like a tiny soldier and set about achieving the given task.

So Gustaf was seen leaving the compound with a leather covered cart containing the armoire with splendid armor and the masterful saber. Drawn by an ox and flanked by 4 seasoned swordsmen that once belonged to the Rendorian Shieldguard. Not to forget Marc the page, he sat next to the nameless driver who seemed an honest sort.