One of the great things about Battlemaster is that stories hardly ever go the way you imagined or predicted. This Rp illustrates that in a way.
Sudden Summons
Standing in the camp of Guldor waiting for the man to either summon him into the tent or to refuse the young man, Nemean heard a small commotion behind him at the entrance of the camp. The usual challenge but there was more going on. The challenge was crushed with a Royal Seal. The messenger went straight for Guldor's tent.
Only to halt right next to Nemean and addressed him. ''Sir Nemean?'' Dark verdant eyes beheld him. ''I am him.'' As soon as those words came from Nemean's mouth the messenger bowed and presented a scroll. ''The Phoenix Queen summons you.'' Another bow and the messenger departed.
Standing there, waiting on a response Nemean considered tucking the scroll away but the messenger already hinted as to what it was. With a sigh he broke the waxen seal and read the contents. A frown formed on his forehead. Just a simple summons, no further explanation. It did make it clear that he was expected first. He looked up from the scroll to the entrance to Guldor's tent and wondered for a moment. Then resolution hardened in him. ''Tell the Lord Guldor that I have been summoned by the Queen. I wish him good health and shall find him some other time.''
With that Nemean turned about briskly and headed for his own camp. Once there he informed his captain, the quite lovely Jacinta to assume command and to follow the Talon's orders. Also sharing with her that he was summoned by Selenia and didn't know when he'd be back.
Bringing only the essentials Nemean rode off. Headed for Westmoor and riding through the landscape that is Troyes. The otherwise beautiful of the land left baren of his attention, the road his only focus. A day later the young Noble arrived at the capital. A strange place still in his mind. Its people were so very different but he tried to ignore it. He went straight for the Palace where he learned that Selenia had not yet arrived. As such, he resigned himself to waiting. Washing, eating and writing a couple letters in the meantime. Can't let good time go to waste after all.
