The Wedding

[Chamberlain]

Roleplay from Ecthelion Tezokian   

Morning Stroll

Having arrived in Oligarch, he dismissed the angry look of the entry guards, easy to do while flanked by the most battle-hardened cavalry brigade in the north. Upon entering the main gate, he dismounted his steed and walked down the street to his preferred inn. His reception was mixed... some people scowled, no doubt from the propaganda Garas was spoon-feeding them... others looking interested, but trying not to draw unwanted attention... with a select few choosing to still display Sirion banners. He was concerned the city appeared so divided after so short a time. Thinking to himself, 'this city has been the downfall of four civilizations... hopefully Sirion didn't tame it for Garas to break the cycle.'

He entered the inn, having been a frequent visitor, the innkeeper recognized him instantly, "The usual accommodations, sir?" Taking a seat at one of the tables, he leans back and rests his dusty cavalry boots on the adjacent chair, "Not this time... I'll need the top floor, and the cellar." To some dismay, the innkeeper nodded, hoping he was about to make the usual amount from buying out the whole place, as he went back to wiping the bar with a rag.

After taking in a few drinks for himself and a few of his men, he departs his table and heads out into the street... donning a very low-hanging hood without any escort, whispering under his breath, "To work."

[Chamberlain]

Roleplay from Ecthelion Tezokian

The Letter

Evening approached as Ecthelion returned to his room in the inn. Drapping his cloak over a decorative chair, he takes a seat and begins writing several letters. Most were procedural matters, Senate correspondence, and other business. One blank parchment was neatly set aside... receiving an intense glimpse between each ink dip. Having finally concluded all other letters... he slid the last one over, pushing his quill against it... but not writing. This letter... the few words about to be enclosed would define Sirion for a generation. He knew it had to be done... but he doubted he was the one to order it. He had led Sirion for generations... elevating Sirion from the embarrassment and dishonesty that plagued it previous.  Hard work and years of dedication finally saw Sirion rise above and become the honorable and noble realm dedicated to righteousness and justice. While necessary... he didn't feel this reflected those values.

Finally... after minutes that turned into hours, the quill slowly ran across the paper... quickly and in rushed manner... not the typical eloquence he put into his missives. He placed the quill on the desk while the letter dried. Folding it, he dripped the wax onto the letter... the royal red that represented Sirion and his office, and firmly pressed his ring into it, creating the seal of Sirion. Anyone that saw the letter could make no mistake that it was from the highest office of all Sirion... dangerous for the purpose it would serve, but necessary so it's recipient would know it's legitimacy.

He stood up slowly from the desk... the letter seeming to sap all of his energy. With the last of it he could muster, he grabbed the quill that had been his instrument, slowly walked towards the fireplace, and tossed it in with all of his might. Collapsing to his knees, he let out a much repressed yell at the top of his lungs. His guards immediately burst in with weapons drawn, searching the room. Seeing no intruder or anything else out of order other than a Prime Minister kneeling infront of a fire, one of them grasped his shoulder and asked if he was alright.

"Are any of us alright? What about any of this is right?"

The guard looked a little confused... slowly let go, and backed out the door as all the guards followed in unison.

Guard 1: "Is he going to be ok?"

Guard 2: Clears his throat, "yeah... you know... happens all the time..."

Guard 1: Doesn't believe him... "Sure..."

Guard 2: "I don't like you."

Guard 1: Frowns and droops his head.

The door swings open just as a hooded figure arrives at the door. A hand is extended with the letter, as the hooded figure takes it and tucks it securely into it's cloak, departing in the same maneuver.

"Two days" the voice from the room extended to the unknown individual as the door shut again.

The guards looked at eachother after a minute, bewildered, thinking 'what just happened?'

[Chamberlain]

Roleplay from Illyses Corvian 

"But I have never lost."

Illyses couldn't help but let out a chuckle at that. The tension seem to be easing, and she could tell that Kronagos Catherine was a lot more relaxed than when she first entered the room.

Stratarchos Brock finally spoke, mentioning the official attire for the guard of honour, incidentally the topic that Illyses had came into this room for, but have never had the chance to talk about.

"Ah, yes, the official attire. I'm not sure if the attire I've brought is suited to the occassion. I'm afraid I would be a little... underdressed." Illyses blushed a little, embarrassed at her inexperienc for such an occassion.

[Chamberlain]

Roleplay from Ecthelion Tezokian   

On Notice

What was a relatively clean and orderly city just last night... changed come morning. Thousands of flyers posted all around the city report the latest news from Sirion...

    "Traitor Killed!!!
    Celine executed for high treason!
    Final Words: 'Garas made me do it'
    .
    .
    .
    *In red* You're next."

Where the flyers originated from or who posted them remains a mystery.

[Chamberlain]

Roleplay from Catherine Chamberlain   

The formality of Oligarch made her feel a little parochial. As Garas propelled her along the corridor doors were opened at their nearing and the way was cleared without word or fanfare. There was the merest sense of an excited susuruss that turned to respectful silence as they approached.  Nobles and vassals of the city alike backed away from their procession, from the youngest children to the ancients in their finery,  all seemed won over by their charismatic Lord.  Oligarch had never loved Nivemus, as she saw the way the city interacted with her Lord she could begin to see why they viewed the jewel of the North as such a backwater. This one city had a population that was greater than that of the three cities and the townsland combined of Nivemus.  What was big was not always beautiful though, and Catherine reflected that the jewel of the North would forever be her home.  As they neared the great hall, she spied more of her fellows from Nivemus and the banners of the families hung taut from the rafters indicating the presence of many of the great families of the Island.

They paused at the last set of doors, the heavy ancient oak did little to mitigate for the strains of the music and conversation drifting from within.  She steadied herself smoothing her gown once again.  Garas looked at her the edge of worry in his eyes; she clasped his hand tightly and smiling up at him gave the faintest nod.  The doors were opened and within seconds the music died and the conversations soon followed.  The mixed lines at the side tables stood immediately.  Upon the dais, the seating was as she had indicated it should be.  It warmed her to see both King Garin and Prime Minister Tezokian in particular.  She reflected that it was probably a good thing her sister had not yet arrived since she had given places of honor to a pair of priestess' from their neighboring states. The table on the dais rose as the rest of the room as she and Garas split she moving left and he right.

She clasped hands with Lady Dubhaine: "It is an honor to meet you Duchess, your kinswoman spoke most highly of you. "

King Garin dipped his head at her approach, but she pulled the King into a brief but warm embrace:  "It is good to see you again my friend, I had heard such ill tidings that you were breathing your last, it makes me happy to see this is not the case."

Garas had already reached his place long before his wife-to-be. She smiled a brief apologetic smile at him and looking around the room in general, she took her seat.  The great and good of the Island followed suit resuming their chairs.  Only Garas remained standing.

Roleplay from Garin Indirik[/u]

Although surprised by the Kronagos' familiarity, Garin returned the embrace. It was unexpected, but not unwelcome. "It is good to see you again as well. Indeed, my healers tell me that death was not too far away. The Caligan assassin was very skilled, but not quite skilled enough to finish the job. I see that you are doing quite well. Lord Garas is a lucky man."

Garin followed the usher to his appointed seat. He greeted Prime Minister Garas and Prime Minister Ecthelion.

"Prime Minister Garas, congratulations on your wedding. And my compliments on the splendid festivities. This is quite the celebration."

"And greetings to you as well, Prime Minister Ecthelion. It has been quite some time since we last met in person."

When introductions were complete, Garin sat to listen to the speech, and enjoy the festivities.

[Chamberlain]

Roleplay from Brock Ketchum 

Brock looks a little sheepish when hearing Countess Illyses says she afraid she will be a little underdressed. He tries think quickly before he replies "Hmmmm... I afraid I do not happen to have official attire for Countess. Perhaps we can do a little last minute shopping and a visit to the tailors. I can accompany you, Countess for the visit."

Feast that coming up sometime later....

As Brock walks to the feast, he looks to his Captain and nods two times. His Captain Osric and his men stand outside the door to the feast watching alertly. Every now and then Captain Osric takes a glance at Brock who has by now standing beside the table. As Garas waves for the guests to sit down, Brock looks on the new couple.

As the guests sit down. Looking at Countess Illyses who has now dressed beautifully after the tailor visit, Brock smiles at her direction. Oh wait, what am I thinking? Brock tries to look away from Countess and changes to look at his brother Gary instead.

[Chamberlain]

Roleplay from Gary Ketchum

Hitting the tavern as soon as Gary arrives at Oligarch city, he is seen drinking with his men when a scribe come in with a message.

Captain Odric stands up to receive the scribe message. It was from his brother Brock.

Gary laughs a little as he hears the message. He jokes with his Captain "Captain, I think my official attire is now good enough to sway maidens. Surely a lord of Salta attire could not be far off. And what is this best clothes for the feast? Hey, I miss out on that one. And now I need do a little shopping." As he says this, he stands up after finishes his drink with his men.

Sometimes later at tailor shop in Oligarch city.

"Hey, I like that cloth. Is this good enough for feast later?" Gary asks Captain Odric. His Captain smiles "It may appeal to me, but I not the maiden, so I won't be too sure you up to sway them tonight."

Punching his Captain slightly on his left shoulder, Gary says "Next time remind me go shopping with maiden. I think this best Tournament swordsman sash should go well with this cloth." As he puts on his recent best swordsman sash to signify his recent Tournament victory, he grins widely.

[Chamberlain]

Roleplay from Garas Gabanus 

As all the guests had seated, only Garas was left standing. Tradition dictated that he opened the festivities with a speech, and he had one prepared for days. Written and memmorized clearly as to not make mistakes. He looked around the room, the greatest of men gathered and a tension well known to all, but he had to show strength.

"Welcome, honored guests. It fills my heart with joy to see you all here at our wedding. The greatest honor shown by Nivemus, Sirion and Eponllyn to send the most highly respected representatives. Prime Minister Ecthelion, it is a great honor to have you present today. King Garin, welcome my friend, I am pleased to see you alive and in the flesh once more. It is also a true honor to see so many of the spirit to be among us today, Duchess Siana a pleasure as usual, Legados Kristina, truly an honor, Margravine Brigdha it has been too long, welcome! Also a great welcome to all other honored guests and friends, a great sight."

Garas paused for a moment, and as he looked around the room he saw his captain seize one of his own spies in the city and remove him from the room with great force and without hesitation. Garas however had no time to concern himself with the matter. He would speak to his captain later on why he risked ruining his speech by this strange show of force. Hopefully nobody has seen it, he thought. All of this took no more than 15 seconds and he cleared his mind again.

"Tonight we celebrate the upcoming union of two people, of my most beautiful and wise bride and myself. I remember well the first time I met Catherine," Garas said, without noticing he had already grown accustomed to calling the Kronagos by her first name. One could only wonder how this would be intepretred by the guests. A lack of titles could be viewed as a sign of disrespect as it is sometimes used, but in the current context one could also see it as a sign of respect and familiarity between the two to be wed. The interpretation would most likely depend on the individual, but to Garas this thought did not even cross his mind. He merely spoke of what he thought and felt, he did not even notice it as he continued his story: "I was recently appointed General and after the initial invasion the armies of Sirion, Nivemus and Epponlyn joined up to fight their oppressors. While I had met with the Sirion council often, that night would be the first time I met Stratarchos Brock and High Constable Kromm, at that time of course, in person. I was but 17 years old and somewhat nervous to meet them. When I arrived at the meeting, she was there also. This was over 10 years ago, but she was as beautiful as she is now and no man could walk past her and not be impressed, as was I. But she was the Kronagos, and I but a young man recently appointed General. But that day, she showed to not only posess beauty, but great wisdom also..." he said as he looked at Catherine with a tender smile, which few had ever seen on his face, "...that day she positioned herself in my mind and a bond was created over this decade, which has now made me the most blessed man in the world as she has taken my heart and soon my hand in marriage."

Garas paused for a moment and let his words sink in with the guests. He had thought long and hard on the story to tell, but thought the great war against Perdan was what united the north. Perhaps the story would inspire warm feelings into the hearts of these northern alliance leaders again, as he had no southern guests he did not have to worry about them. At the same time he had desired to show his guests that this marriage was not merely political and hopefully take away some mistrust. 'Hopefully, this will be enough for them,' Garas thought to himself. During his speech, he had taken the hand of Catherine and she occassionaly squeezed his hand softly.

"Now, let us celebrate and enjoy these festivities my friends! To our union my love," he said as he raised his glass for the first toast.

[Chamberlain]

Roleplay from Brigdha Dubhaine 

"Duchess no more Your Highness, but a true friend nonetheless," Brigdha smiled warmly as she curtseyed to the Kronagos, though her heart shrove at the thought of what soon must befall her.

As their hands parted the Margravine of Negev lingered a moment before seemingly being drawn into the crowd of worthies jostling about her, the simple garb of her order suddenly nondescript amongst the gaudy throng of lesser nobility pushing and shoving for a better view of proceedings. To men and women who rarely travelled more than a day or two from where they were born such a spectacle as this might be the centrepiece of their lives, to see the great powers of the north at leisure together. But to Brigdha it was the second act of a great tragedy.

Some might call her sense of foreboding fanciful. All about her eyes tuned to the Flow could see the building turbulence, the buffeting precursor to a mighty storm. There was still much hidden but the taste of it was sour like the death of Alexei, and the sickly-sweet colours reminded her of Gregor's betrayal. Fanciful indeed to the pagan fools who worshipped dead idols.

But less fanciful were the more prosaic ways of a woman long versed in the dark arts of the spymaster. In recent days she'd witnessed to the poor throughout the city, moving with a freedom few other nobles enjoyed. Whilst most of her audiences scoffed at her unfashionable ways, as puffed up with pride as Garas himself, there were eyes and ears in the city who remembered the ways of the Flow and mingled easily with the beggars and freeloaders taking advantage of her charity. And amongst those old faithful there were certain perilous men and women - just a handful - who remembered the Bureau and the march from Glinmar with secret pride. Eyes and ears who were well placed in the city hierarchy.

These were the shadow which lay not only across the Duchies of Southern Sirion, but also to the great harbours of Karbala and Fontan, to the catacombs of Westmoor, and to her family home of Ashforth in the north.

It was through these secret ways that much which had passed in recent weeks had reached her, and she liked very little of what she heard. Sirion had already changed for the worse, her own grandniece slain by a professional duellist without a word of protest from the Council. Now Nivemus too was being changed, drawn into the deadly snare of a man who would be King over the entire north if this sham was allowed to run its course.

For the first time in many long years Brigdha felt powerless in the face of history.

Still, there was one man who might know what to do to counter Garas. One man both her niece and grandniece had trusted above all others, and a good friend from her own youth. Duke Brock.

She'd considered a private meeting with him in the days before the wedding, but that would look too suspicious if Garas had the hold on Kronagos Catherine which the speed of these nuptials suggests. But here, at the wedding itself? What could be more natural than for two old friends to casually meet again?

And so it was that as the Kronagos moved to meet her husband-to-be, the Duke felt a gentle touch on his sleeve accompanied by an old passphrase not uttered in these halls in a generation.

[Chamberlain]

Roleplay from Catherine Chamberlain  

The festivities had been on-going for some hours, Catherine picked t each platter of food presented and held a hand over her goblet as the serving men passed continually looking to fill her cup.  Looking around the room, all, even those who did not like her, were her friends, or at least the friends of Nivemus.  But could she say as much for her betrothed. He was talking sporadically to Ecthelion, but she could see the troubled water between them almost as visible as the waves on the peninsula. 

The music had been a mixed offering, with singers from all parts of the continent, the sad harmonics of a pair of singers from Perleone, singing of death and ice had her thinking of her father.  How she wished he would have come.  Their offering ended and the Black Bard of Montijo took up his lute and played the merry strains of the Serpents Coupling.  She had heard that Erik Serpentis had sought the tongue and hands of the writer of this song, but had found himself enamored of the woman and instead ended up gifting her a half-elf. The room split into lines of couples following one another snakelike around the floor.  She took her opportunity and seized the hand of Ecthelion Tezokian.

The ancient began to protest in amiable fashion, (so unlike his kinsman of Oroya who would simply have sat back down.)

"You cannot deny me, Prime Minister, I am to be wed on the morrow and this may be our last dance for some time." He grudgingly allowed himself to be pulled toward the floor.  Seeing their approach the snaking nobles began to shrink back from them.  The bard noting the change in the room spotted them and quickly changed the refrain to Ora's daughter.  It was a song sung by many a father to his daughter, a slow and gentle refrain.  She smiled up at Ecthelion and they joined the dance.  For one so old he moved with a grace quite unexpected.  He was a man with whom she had always felt safe and secure.  Brocks words about the roads we choose in life echoed with her as she moved on the floor with the great man.  Nivemus was Sirion's daughter, she had always been safe in Sirion's ancient embrace, and on the morrow, she would put that safety and trust in another, she would risk the possibility of standing alone upon her heart's desire. 

"My father did not come," she said to Ecthelion.  He smiled a sad smile, giving her hand a light squeeze.  "You have been like a father to me in many ways, you have guided me and supported me," she laughed to herself. "Perhaps a distant uncle is a better description." At that he laughed, it was a rare sight, "I wonder if I might ask a final favor? In normal circumstances my father would have given the speech in answer to Garas, I wonder if you might do this for me... I can think of none better..."

[Chamberlain]

Roleplay from Robert Stonefist   

[Sometime in a quiet moment, and not during the active festivities]

Baron Stonefist sat in his room. They'd given him a grand place to lay his head, though he'd considered remaining with his men. Captain Werner was in charge for the time being, and while he was still fretting over their lack of honed weapons after weeks of hard monster fighting, he had things well in hand. The Baron had told him to be on alert, using "festivities make men foolish" as cover. But the real reason was his grave distrust of being here in Oligarch. There was far too much going on in relation to Sirion, and it looked as though this marriage would pull him and the rest of Nivemus into the thick of it.

He'd be lying if he said he had no reservations over this wedding. It was why he'd remained quiet and spent as much time with his troops as possible even delaying his arrival until the last minute. But it was not his place to question the Queen. He would gladly die for her--and expected to, before this was over. Thus, he wrote a letter to his sister, Rebecca, who was studying the ways of the warrior and looking to make a name for herself soon.

My Dearest Rebecca,

Your last letter told me you were on the cusp of claiming your right to be a Lady of Nivemus, and I could not be happier. You are such a fine fighter, and I recall in our last meeting that you held your sword better than I do! Our Queen would do so well to have you on her side.

Yet still, I am pained and worried. For Nivemus is engaged in a royal marriage, and while I may not share details, suffice it to say that it may lead to political difficulties with our long-time ally Sirion. I fear that we will soon be engaged in war, defending territory that's part of Nivemus and yet its own realm. Such is the way of Nobles, and though our family is blessed to be above the common rabble, we are not on the level of Kings, Queens, and Prime Ministers. We are merely here to do as our Queen orders. I am part of the Army, as its second in command, and thus while others celebrate, I am looking to plan.

Should we have to fight, there is going to be a strong need to up our militia. This costs money, but I am going to urge that we do so all around. Make it harder for any invasion force--not to stop them, but to at least give them pause. Then we can move to strike a counter-attack. My biggest fear is getting trapped defending one city while we are attacked across a larger front by--well, no more of this. But I do ask that you think on this matter, and any council you can give me would be most welcome. Yours is a keen mind, perhaps sharper than my own.

I know not when I may write again. If anything happens to me here, or on a far field, know that I love you Rebecca, and I wish you all the best. Should you take a parcel of land for your own, I ask that you do not rush into the field, but give yourself time. Volunteer for Home Guard. Kill monsters and ease the minds of those in the backwaters of Nivemus, who are often neglected. Above all--do not try to avenge me if I die. Know that I die with honor, serving my Queen! And when the time is right, there would be no better death for you, either!

That sounds morbid, and I am part of a wedding. Forgive me. But I needed to release this to someone I could trust. And I trust you above all, and hope to see you soon.

Your Loving Brother,

[Chamberlain]

Roleplay from Robert Stonefist   

[Not long after the composition of the letter]

"Baron!" Captain Werner stormed in, not standing on ceremony. As usual. Reflexively, Baron Stonefist reached for the sword that wasn't on his hip, as per usual. Fortunately, the dagger in his boot was there, and grabbing it was second nature. Was this it? Was it time to fight, so soon?

"Captain Werner, what is it?" The Baron didn't relax a bit, and his Captain never flinched at the small weapon. Probably used to it, thought Stonefist.

"I sent out a scout, as per your orders. He has not returned."

Not good.

"There's so many men about. Perhaps he got a bit, um, delayed. Or tempted by a Tavern?"

"You know your men better than that," Werner scowled, heedless of the disrespect in the words."

"Yes, I do." The Baron frowned, and put his dagger back. "Will my letter have the same fate?" he wondered. To the captain, he replied, "This isn't good at all. Move the men to high alert, and send out a party to find my scout. Or his body."

"Yes, Baron," said Werner, who bowed and turned to leave. "Do you want some guards at your door?"

"I believe there is room in my room for two more, yes. But let's couch it as a reward, so make sure you set up a rotation of the men with the best something. Make an excuse. And keep this quiet. No one but us is to know I suspect foul play. We are increasing alertness because of monsters, if anyone asks."

"I understand, Baron." Werner left.

"I don't know what I'd do without him," said Stonefist, after he left. "This situation is grave. I don't know exactly what's going on, but it's not good. I need to talk to someone, someone I can trust."

But WHO???

[Chamberlain]

Roleplay from Ecthelion Tezokian  

The Darkest Night

Dancing with Catherine, he quickly answers her, "Of course, you know you have but to ask me for anything and it will be so. I am a little surprised not to see Simeon here myself, but I'm sure there are reasons preventing it. I would be most honored to do so in his stead."

After the dancing winds down and most people have made it back to their tables, Ecthelion gestures to a member of his party, and immediately, a minstrel takes a position near the center of the room and begins bellowing out his introduction:

"Ladies and Gentlemen, my Lords, visitors from lands far and near, honored guests and others; I have the distinct honor of introducing one of the few who need no introduction, one that all of you know or have heard of, someone who has graced this continent with his presence and whom honors us with it now, I present His Majesty Prime Minister Ecthelion, Lord of Sirion, Duke of Sirion, Margrave of Sirion, Hero of Avamar, Defender of Nivemus, Savior of Eponllyn, Commander of the Four and One Cities, Arch Guardian of the Church of the Holy Sacred Grove, Member of the Northern Triumvirate, Protector of the Continent, Bearer of the Sacred Gem of the Maiden, Wielder of Dawnbreaker, Destroyer of the Black Hand, Leader of the White Knights, 'Orc-Cleaver', First Knight of the Republic, or more briefly known as... The Great White Dragon Who Buries His Enemies In Moonlight..."

Ecthelion raises his hand clearly after the minstrel had ended his list, "Please, that's quite enough. The people here did not come to hear of my titles and exploits, they came here to see a wedding. And so shall we have one." He briefly glances past Garas and towards Catherine. "Kronagos Catherine, I am both humbled and excited to have been asked to come here and support you. We've known each other a long time... you've been a wise woman, a trusted ally, and a faithful friend in all that time. We've fought side by side together on more occasions than I can even recall, we fought together and probably nearly died together a few times. When we united with Eponllyn to defeat the realms that would see us destroyed, it was your own Stratarchos was the one that we relied on to lead us through when our own military was disorganized and in shambles. Without you and the decisions you've made for Nivemus, Sirion would not be where it's at today. Much more though, you've been there for me as an advisor, a confidant, and a friend who I could trust absolutely. You've lead your realm through the worst obstacles and came out of it better each time. Such leadership ability is rare and you exemplify it, far more than anyone I know. My only surprise regarding these proceedings was the fact that it did not happen sooner, as any man or woman would be lucky if you gave them but a minute of your time and presence."

He reaches for his glass and raises it, "I ask that you all join me in congratulating Kronagos Catherine of Nivemus for her pending nuptials. More than anyone else, she has earned the joy and happiness that comes along with marriage, and I wish her the best from the bottom of my heart. Long live the Kronagos, long live Catherine!" Right before he takes a sip, barely audible to anyone but the individual seated next to him, he whispers "And Garas." He throws back his glass and places it back on the table, empty. He had arranged for a trumpet choir to play a short tune at the conclusion of his speech, and he is happy to hear that they did so right on time. He retakes his seat and looks around the room, save one person.

And then... it began.

[Chamberlain]

Roleplay from Brock Ketchum 

Looking at his brother Gary wearing the best swordsman sash on his best clothes, Brock smiles at him. Though Gary seats a bit far off the table, Gary waves his hand to reciprocate. My brother sure grows up to become a dashing man. Notwithstanding his sword skill, surely many maidens are following him.

Enjoying the feast, Brock looks around the guests. As he gets immersed in the feast, he feels an old passphrase muttered. There is a feeling of deja vu, an old memory stirred in his head as he recalls back. Then he turns slightly to Lady Brigdha before nods to reciprocate.

In the merriment, one small note is passed to Brock who keep the note hidden under his robe. As guests beside him listen to the respectable Sirion Prime Minister Ecthelion speech. Opening it slowly under the table, Brock eyes widen but quickly the looks go out as he begins to clap hands at the speech conclusion. Brock has his eyes set on the feast and cannot wait for the feast to be over. There is an old friends meeting to be have, it has been quite awhile.

[Chamberlain]

Roleplay from Gary Ketchum

As Gary enters the hall for the feast with his Captain Odric, he looks around. There are many guests from far and near. "Captain, stand guard here. I am sure nobody can harm me here, I have trained my sword skill to highest level and can protect myself. Do watch for any unexpected wedding crashers though. You know the kind of who come to attend unannounced and with evil intention." Captain Odric orders his men to be station just outside the feast hall door.

Gary shakes Garas and Kronagos Catherine hand as he wishes them a blissful marriage life. Then he moves to find his seat at the table. Due to many guests presence, he has a little hard time to look for his seat. Hey, where is my seat? Ah, there it is, my name over there.

As one by one the respectable guests give their speech, Gary caught his brother Brock smiling at him. He waves his hand to reciprocate. As he adjusts his best swordsman sash on his clothes, he listens to their speech.