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The princess smiled warmly. It seemed the messages telling of their intentions had been received. Jezin noticed when the man nodded to him, and returned the gesture. It seemed they had the same duty, though to different realms. Sophia smiled at the man's offer to tell the King they had arrived. She nodded, the sunlight from the surrounding windows shimmering off of her bright yellow eyes. "I would greatly appreciate that, sir." The princess gave a slight bow of gratitude. Jezin watched the conversation between Sophia and Thomas, periodically glancing around the room. The bodyguard stayed silent, adjusting the box under his arm.
Sophia strode briskly down the long cobblestone path leading up to the palace. She had arrived in Keilaudrin a few days before, and was excited to have finally reached her destination. The small figure carried a large wooden box that she seemed to be struggling with. The box was made of stained wood that had been carved carefully. It was about three and a half feet long, and if the princess' struggles with it were any indication, it was somewhat heavy. A voice behind her called out. "M'lady, I can carry that for you, it wouldn't be a problem." Sophia stopped and turned to her bodyguard, who had been following a few steps behind her. Her eyes glanced at the box and then back to Jezin, before eventually nodding with a bit of disappointment and handing him the package. "Be careful with it though, mother would be angry if she found out something happened to her gift." The princess strode onward, tailed by the armored man behind her.
Jezin followed the princess, slowly marching on. He tucked the box under his arm. The weight was no problem for him. He wasn't wearing his helmet, so his dark hair was free and blowing slightly in the wind. He had left his spear and shield behind as well, not wanting to appear hostile towards their host. His sword still hung at his side, but this was more to denote his position as the princess' bodyguard than to imply any actual violence would be taking place. The duo passed through the large iron gates of the palace and were greeted by the hustle and bustle of the arriving guests. A group of clerks seemed to be recording visitors. Jezin followed as Sophia approached them.
The princess gave the clerks a warm smile before introducing herself. "Hello, I am Princess Sophia Octavia, of Lyok," she motioned one hand towards Jezin, "and this is my bodyguard, Jezin Tremora." After the clerks jotted down their names, the duo walked towards the throne room, quietly passing through the doors. Sophia was surprised to find the throne room as quite as the grave compared to the hustle and bustle outside. Two people talked off to one side, and a single man in rather expensive looking armor stood before them, apparently guarding the throne. Jezin's eyes glanced around the room. Sophia walked up to the guard, her hands by her sides. She looked up at the man, who was far taller than herself, and spoke up. "Hello, sir. Do you happen to know when King Bard will be arriving? We've traveled quite some time to meet his highness." Sophia spoke clearly and warmly, though she retained a certain amount of tact. Jezin quickly glanced over the guard. He was an impressive man. The Lyoki imagined he was quite the fighter.
Jezin followed the princess, slowly marching on. He tucked the box under his arm. The weight was no problem for him. He wasn't wearing his helmet, so his dark hair was free and blowing slightly in the wind. He had left his spear and shield behind as well, not wanting to appear hostile towards their host. His sword still hung at his side, but this was more to denote his position as the princess' bodyguard than to imply any actual violence would be taking place. The duo passed through the large iron gates of the palace and were greeted by the hustle and bustle of the arriving guests. A group of clerks seemed to be recording visitors. Jezin followed as Sophia approached them.
The princess gave the clerks a warm smile before introducing herself. "Hello, I am Princess Sophia Octavia, of Lyok," she motioned one hand towards Jezin, "and this is my bodyguard, Jezin Tremora." After the clerks jotted down their names, the duo walked towards the throne room, quietly passing through the doors. Sophia was surprised to find the throne room as quite as the grave compared to the hustle and bustle outside. Two people talked off to one side, and a single man in rather expensive looking armor stood before them, apparently guarding the throne. Jezin's eyes glanced around the room. Sophia walked up to the guard, her hands by her sides. She looked up at the man, who was far taller than herself, and spoke up. "Hello, sir. Do you happen to know when King Bard will be arriving? We've traveled quite some time to meet his highness." Sophia spoke clearly and warmly, though she retained a certain amount of tact. Jezin quickly glanced over the guard. He was an impressive man. The Lyoki imagined he was quite the fighter.
Name: Sophia Octavia
Age:16
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance/Clothing: Sophia is a small, fragile looking girl, standing just over five feet tall. She is rather thin, though not enough to appear unhealthy. She has lightly tanned skin, several shades lighter than most of her countrymen, and light yellow eyes that seem to radiate warmth and goodwill. Her face is fair and nearly always sports a brilliant smile. Her dark hair is extremely long, reaching her waist, and has been meticulously cared for. A single streak of brilliant white runs amongst the black locks.
Despite her slight frame, Sophia's style of dress clearly shows her royal status. Her wrists are adorned with polished bracelets of solid gold. The jewelry has been fashioned into the appearance of a snake with carefully engraved scales running the entire length of the bands. The serpents' eyes are shimmering rubies. Sophia also wears a golden ring inset with a another larger ruby. Around her neck the princess wears a thin gold chain bearing a small medallion. The medallion is engraved with a depiction of a winged serpent, the national sigil of Lyok. The princess wears a small gold circlet around her head. A single red gemstone is set in it's center. Sophia's dress is made of soft silk, dyed a brilliant crimson. The dress is covered in embroidery, all done in gold thread. The garment runs from her shoulders to the middle of her calf. It has no sleeves, leaving her arms bare. On her feet Sophia wears sandals made of red leather.
The princess has a great love for music, and often carries a flute with her in her travels. The instrument is made of ivory adorned with silver. It is usually carried in a pouch made of soft brown leather to protect it.
Weapons: None.
Personality: Sophia is generally quite kind to those around her, even strangers. She has a certain warmth about her personality that radiates quickly, a trait that has made her quite popular among the people of Lyok. She is compassionate, especially towards the poor or sick, and strives to be helpful. In aristocratic company, she is quite respectful, having been taught the ways of the court from a young age. She has a soft voice that maintains an almost song-like quality. Despite, or perhaps because of her kindness, she also is a bit naïve, tending to trust those around her easily. She has been sheltered within the walls of Veranthium for most of her life, and thus can be quite sensitive at times.
History: Sophia is the youngest daughter of Empress Angelica Octavia of Lyok, a thriving empire to the east known the world over for their expertise in matters of trade and war. She has two older sisters. Her brother, the oldest of the four children, died in combat while she was still quite young. Sophia grew up in Veranthium, the capitol of Lyok, and learned the ways of the court from her mother and sisters. As she grew older, Sophia became quite popular amongst both the aristocrats and the common folk, often walking the streets of Veranthium for hours on end to meet her mother's subjects.
She began visiting other countries as an ambassador of Lyok in her early teens with her sisters. She, along with her bodyguard, was sent to Keilaudrin to promote peace and goodwill between the nations.
Name: Jezin Tremora
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance/Clothing: Jezin has a thin, wiry frame, consisting mostly of muscle. He is roughly average height, standing in the vicinity of six feet tall. His skin is dark and heavily tanned, and his eyes are a deep shade of brown. His hair is black, straight, and hangs just past his chin. He has a short goatee that is kept rather neat, and a thin face with high cheekbones.
Jezin wears the armor of the Brass Hand, the Lyoki royal family's personal guard. His chest piece consists of a long shirt of scale mail made of a hard metal with a similar appearance to copper. The shirt hangs down nearly to his knees and his held tight around his waist with a sturdy leather belt that carries his sword and dagger. The cuirass' sleeves reach to the soldier's elbows, where they are met by vambraces made of the same metal as the chest piece. Beneath the long shirt, he wears a simple shirt made of black cloth and trousers made of reinforced leather. His legs are protected by knee-high boots made of the same metal as his other armor.
Over his armor, Jezin wears a long red cloak. The garment is bound at his neck by a brooch bearing the symbol of the Brass Hand: a serpent circling the imprint of a gauntlet-clad hand. The seams of the cloak are adorned with gold thread, befitting his high rank amongst the Lyoki military. Occasionally, Jezin wears his helmet, though it is usually only used in combat situations or while he is at his post in Veranthium. The helmet is the same color as his other armor, but is engraved on either side with the symbol of the Brass Hand. The helmet protects the sides, top, and back of the head, but leaves the front open for more visibility. The helmet has a strip of metal running down the middle of the face to protect the wearer’s nose. The top of the helmet has a long red plume attached to it that hangs down to Jezin's lower back.
Weapons: Jezin's primary weapon is a spear roughly seven feet in length. The head is about a foot and a half long with a wide, double-edged blade, making it useful for both thrusting and slashing attacks. The shaft is made of strong ash dyed a dark red. It is internally reinforced with a thin bar of iron. The blade is made of high-quality steel.
Jezin usually uses his spear one-handed in conjunction with a shield. His shield is made of polished copper reinforced with steel plate. The winged serpent of Lyok is engraved in great detail on the shield's face. The shield is roughly two feet wide and nearly an inch thick. When not in use, Jezin sometimes wears the shield on his back.
Though his spear is his primary weapon, Jezin carries a sword as a sidearm. The weapon is about three feet in length. Has a slightly curving blade made of steel, heavily sharpened to make it and excellent cutting weapon. The sword has a rectangular guard made of polished brass and an ivory hilt. The pommel is made of brass and has been molded into the shape of a viper's head, with rubies inset for the eyes. The weapon's sheath is made of hard leather lined with brass and hangs at the soldier's side.
Jezin's only other weapon is a short dagger with a triangular blade made explicitly for piercing thick plate armor. The blade has no edge, but a heavily sharpened tip. Because of it's triangular design, the weapon is incredibly sturdy. The weapon has a brass crossguard and a handle made of red ash. It is about nine inches in length.
Personality: Jezin is a prideful knight, and is quite confident in his abilities. He has a sharp wit and can come off as somewhat arrogant. Despite this, he is fiercely loyal to the Octavias and takes his defense of the family very seriously. He is protective of the young princess and is slow to trust anyone around her. He is respectful of authority for the most part, having been trained in discipline by the Lyoki military from a young age.
History: Jezin was born to a minor noble house in Lyok. He joined the Lyoki military at the age of fourteen, and quickly became known for his skill with a spear. He climbed the ranks very quickly, eventually joining the Brass Hand at the age of nineteen. He guarded the family for several years before being appointed as the personal bodyguard of Princess Sophia Octavia.
Age:16
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance/Clothing: Sophia is a small, fragile looking girl, standing just over five feet tall. She is rather thin, though not enough to appear unhealthy. She has lightly tanned skin, several shades lighter than most of her countrymen, and light yellow eyes that seem to radiate warmth and goodwill. Her face is fair and nearly always sports a brilliant smile. Her dark hair is extremely long, reaching her waist, and has been meticulously cared for. A single streak of brilliant white runs amongst the black locks.
Despite her slight frame, Sophia's style of dress clearly shows her royal status. Her wrists are adorned with polished bracelets of solid gold. The jewelry has been fashioned into the appearance of a snake with carefully engraved scales running the entire length of the bands. The serpents' eyes are shimmering rubies. Sophia also wears a golden ring inset with a another larger ruby. Around her neck the princess wears a thin gold chain bearing a small medallion. The medallion is engraved with a depiction of a winged serpent, the national sigil of Lyok. The princess wears a small gold circlet around her head. A single red gemstone is set in it's center. Sophia's dress is made of soft silk, dyed a brilliant crimson. The dress is covered in embroidery, all done in gold thread. The garment runs from her shoulders to the middle of her calf. It has no sleeves, leaving her arms bare. On her feet Sophia wears sandals made of red leather.
The princess has a great love for music, and often carries a flute with her in her travels. The instrument is made of ivory adorned with silver. It is usually carried in a pouch made of soft brown leather to protect it.
Weapons: None.
Personality: Sophia is generally quite kind to those around her, even strangers. She has a certain warmth about her personality that radiates quickly, a trait that has made her quite popular among the people of Lyok. She is compassionate, especially towards the poor or sick, and strives to be helpful. In aristocratic company, she is quite respectful, having been taught the ways of the court from a young age. She has a soft voice that maintains an almost song-like quality. Despite, or perhaps because of her kindness, she also is a bit naïve, tending to trust those around her easily. She has been sheltered within the walls of Veranthium for most of her life, and thus can be quite sensitive at times.
History: Sophia is the youngest daughter of Empress Angelica Octavia of Lyok, a thriving empire to the east known the world over for their expertise in matters of trade and war. She has two older sisters. Her brother, the oldest of the four children, died in combat while she was still quite young. Sophia grew up in Veranthium, the capitol of Lyok, and learned the ways of the court from her mother and sisters. As she grew older, Sophia became quite popular amongst both the aristocrats and the common folk, often walking the streets of Veranthium for hours on end to meet her mother's subjects.
She began visiting other countries as an ambassador of Lyok in her early teens with her sisters. She, along with her bodyguard, was sent to Keilaudrin to promote peace and goodwill between the nations.
Name: Jezin Tremora
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance/Clothing: Jezin has a thin, wiry frame, consisting mostly of muscle. He is roughly average height, standing in the vicinity of six feet tall. His skin is dark and heavily tanned, and his eyes are a deep shade of brown. His hair is black, straight, and hangs just past his chin. He has a short goatee that is kept rather neat, and a thin face with high cheekbones.
Jezin wears the armor of the Brass Hand, the Lyoki royal family's personal guard. His chest piece consists of a long shirt of scale mail made of a hard metal with a similar appearance to copper. The shirt hangs down nearly to his knees and his held tight around his waist with a sturdy leather belt that carries his sword and dagger. The cuirass' sleeves reach to the soldier's elbows, where they are met by vambraces made of the same metal as the chest piece. Beneath the long shirt, he wears a simple shirt made of black cloth and trousers made of reinforced leather. His legs are protected by knee-high boots made of the same metal as his other armor.
Over his armor, Jezin wears a long red cloak. The garment is bound at his neck by a brooch bearing the symbol of the Brass Hand: a serpent circling the imprint of a gauntlet-clad hand. The seams of the cloak are adorned with gold thread, befitting his high rank amongst the Lyoki military. Occasionally, Jezin wears his helmet, though it is usually only used in combat situations or while he is at his post in Veranthium. The helmet is the same color as his other armor, but is engraved on either side with the symbol of the Brass Hand. The helmet protects the sides, top, and back of the head, but leaves the front open for more visibility. The helmet has a strip of metal running down the middle of the face to protect the wearer’s nose. The top of the helmet has a long red plume attached to it that hangs down to Jezin's lower back.
Weapons: Jezin's primary weapon is a spear roughly seven feet in length. The head is about a foot and a half long with a wide, double-edged blade, making it useful for both thrusting and slashing attacks. The shaft is made of strong ash dyed a dark red. It is internally reinforced with a thin bar of iron. The blade is made of high-quality steel.
Jezin usually uses his spear one-handed in conjunction with a shield. His shield is made of polished copper reinforced with steel plate. The winged serpent of Lyok is engraved in great detail on the shield's face. The shield is roughly two feet wide and nearly an inch thick. When not in use, Jezin sometimes wears the shield on his back.
Though his spear is his primary weapon, Jezin carries a sword as a sidearm. The weapon is about three feet in length. Has a slightly curving blade made of steel, heavily sharpened to make it and excellent cutting weapon. The sword has a rectangular guard made of polished brass and an ivory hilt. The pommel is made of brass and has been molded into the shape of a viper's head, with rubies inset for the eyes. The weapon's sheath is made of hard leather lined with brass and hangs at the soldier's side.
Jezin's only other weapon is a short dagger with a triangular blade made explicitly for piercing thick plate armor. The blade has no edge, but a heavily sharpened tip. Because of it's triangular design, the weapon is incredibly sturdy. The weapon has a brass crossguard and a handle made of red ash. It is about nine inches in length.
Personality: Jezin is a prideful knight, and is quite confident in his abilities. He has a sharp wit and can come off as somewhat arrogant. Despite this, he is fiercely loyal to the Octavias and takes his defense of the family very seriously. He is protective of the young princess and is slow to trust anyone around her. He is respectful of authority for the most part, having been trained in discipline by the Lyoki military from a young age.
History: Jezin was born to a minor noble house in Lyok. He joined the Lyoki military at the age of fourteen, and quickly became known for his skill with a spear. He climbed the ranks very quickly, eventually joining the Brass Hand at the age of nineteen. He guarded the family for several years before being appointed as the personal bodyguard of Princess Sophia Octavia.
Alec gave a curt nod as Maria left. The woman had been helpful, at least. The lord pulled his cloak around him and fastened it at his neck. The long, bushy fur around his shoulders was still a bit damp, but he wasn't really concerned with it. He had decided to take a walk around the city. He never really slept all that much, and he thought he might try to familiarize himself with Arcartus as quickly as possible. He strode casually out the door, noticing that the two Scouts from earlier were now serving as guards. He waved a hand as he walked by them and spoke. "I will return shortly." He said the phrase quickly and without much emotion. He hoped the two guards wouldn't try to follow him. The lord walked away from the inn to the nearest street and began walking casually towards the heart of the city.
Crom walked along with the duo, his arms hanging by his sides. Adrian had said they managed to make it through the mountains without a hitch.. The soldier was a bit surprised they hadn't stumbled upon any obstacles, but was glad no harm had really befallen them. "Well, that's good. I was worried there may have been some bandits hiding out along that path." Adrian asked about his injuries. Crom took another swig from his wine bottle, which was by now about half empty. He replied in a gruff but friendly voice. "They were pretty deep. The folks on the wagon got me patched up though." The mercenary motioned to the white bandages that protruded out onto his shoulder. The wound had closed, as there didn't appear to be any blood seeping through the wrappings. He followed Soah into the tavern, taking a seat across from him at the table. The room was quite noisy, filled with people talking. Across the room one particularly drunk man was belting out a song that Crom had never heard before. He guessed it would sound a bit better if the performer was someone other than an inebriated old man bordering on tone deafness.
Alec sttod across the woman, crossing his arms in front of him in silence. Her explanation of the situation provided more insight than Alec had gotten before. He listened silently, his pink eyes lifeless and cold for the moment. Her comment about the common people piqued Alec's interest. He wondered whether the rebellion was truly the work of the people or a machination of a few politicians. If it was the latter, he could work it to his advantage. He had learned quickly how to organize a rabble during his rebellion in the Reins. He'd look into the issue further. If he could turn the people against their leaders he'd have a distinct advantage. However, if the people were rebelling by their own free will, the mission would doubtlessly be far more difficult. As Maria finished, Alec spoke up. "I thank you for your advice, Miss Trinan. It has been most insightful. I assure you you have nothing to worry about. Your men will not be led astray." The lord's lips twisted into a smile, a gesture that again seemed to lack any emotion. He picked his cloak up from the chair. It was not entirely dry yet, but the fire had managed to evaporate a great deal of the water. "Are you leaving then, Miss Trinan? Or would you prefer to stay and discuss this matter further?"
Alec rose from his chair, about to agree with Milo's statement, when a woman entered the inn. Alec turned on a heel to face the newcomer, and recognized her as the woman that had been with Milo earlier. The lord gave a slight nod to the woman. "Good evening. And you are?" The man's voice had returned to it's icy calm. She commented on the Scout's skill, in an attempt to quell his suspicions that they may not be as good as Milo was making them out to be. Alec smirked slightly. "I would certainly hope not... Please, elaborate more on what this threat is." Alec spoke calmly, his hands at his sides. He hadn't had time to throw his cloak on before the captain walked in, so all of his weaponry was still clearly visible. The woman seemed to be an authority on the Scouts, likely Milo's superior. Alec glanced at the woman with a smile that was completely drained of any real emotion.
Alec sat back in his chair as the young lieutenant spoke. His insight was impressive, especially for someone so young. Alec considered what he'd said for a moment. It was true, most people had the urge to kill, but many didn't have the stomach for it, and others were too weak. Alec sat in silence for a few moments before answering the lieutenant. "Wanting to kill and actually doing it are two very different things, Mister Ranier. It's not like you imagine, I assure you. It's unlike anything else in this world. The look as a man's life drains from his eyes. It's not something for the faint of heart." Alec leaned forward in his chair towards the young soldier, his eyes filled with a cold gleam. "A vulture does not roar, Lieutenant. A vulture feasts."
Alec listened as Milo recited his quote. "An interesting quote. Not entirely accurate, but interesting nonetheless. Who said that?" He remembered to the time before he had any power. He had been beaten, tortured continuously. He'd forgotten nearly every detail about the world around him, but nothing they did to him ever made him abandon his lust for vengeance. If anything it only strengthened it. "That's what I've heard." He said, in reply to Milo's question. Alec listened as Milo mentioned he had never killed before. The lord blinked for a moment. "Not even once?" He was extremely surprised that a soldier, even one as seemingly mild-mannered as Milo had never taken a life. He wondered if all the Scouts were as inexperienced as Milo.
Alec had almost considered listening to the Lieutenant's advice and going to bed, but the man's second question stopped him. He glanced up at Milo, the fire flickering beside him. He seemed surrounded by the flames, a shadow, scarcely even human. His fingers stopped drumming against the chair and a smile, slightly wide than a smirk, covered his face. He chuckled slightly before replying. "Honestly lieutenant, I lost count several years ago. Hundreds, thousands perhaps? Knights and peasants, princesses and whores. They all die the same." The man's voice was now heightened, as if merely the talk of killing excited him. His eyes came to life much more than before. There was a spark of madness behind them.
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