Terra

Davkul Mire & Xandun Icehide

Dav and his brother followed their new found companion through the streets of the city. Although they were moving at a brisk pace, Dav noticed the state of the area they were now in. It seemed to be much more rugged than the market square where he had traded the rabbit furs earlier. He briefly wondered if he could have gotten more for them in this area. Xandun spent most of the walk fantasizing about different ways to slay his half brother. Until he noticed his hunger, having not had anything to eat past midday and noticing it the darkness of night creeping in. Still, the large warrior kept silent, as he was to proud to admit his hunger to Dav so soon after their confrontation.

The two stopped with the Larthos they were following and Dav listened to her realization. Having found out that their shelter for the night was no longer assured, Dav though for a moment. “I suppose we will just have to find another place to spend the night then.” Dav noted as he began to scan the area.

Spotting a man who was in the middle of closing the doors to a large warehouse, he quickly turned to his new companion. “Hold on a moment.” He said to her before jogging off toward the man he had spotted. He spent the next few moments bartering with the man on whether or not the three could spend the night in the large structure. At first the man was skeptical, but when Dav motioned over toward his brother the man quickly nodded his head. Dav handed the man the few coins he had made earlier that day, then made his way back over to Aeka and his brother.

“The owner of this building has given us permission to rest there for the night.” He said in a slightly cheerful tone. He was happy that his bartering had been successful. “He said there is a well just around that corner…” Dav motioned to a bend down the street. “…and that he has just gotten a shipment of flour, which will make for better bedding than the ground.”

"Goodbye, Elf I enjoyed myself" Mairjra spoke softly bowing then walking away into the other direction, Mairjra shook his head walking toward Grand Palios. The building where the summons would be taking place, although he avoided this place earlier Mairjra had no where else to go than to the King of Aerios himself. As he approached the golden gates the guards simply drew their blades pointing them into the air than back at Mairjra, dropping his hood he repiled by stepping back drawing his new blade swinging it upwards, pulling back thrusting it into the air than into the ground ripping it from the cobblestone pointing it at them. The guard to the left spoke "Sir Enverson, you were welcomed into his Majesties home earlier why are you arriving now as the twilight begins" Standing straight sliding his blade back into the sheath "Complications, I had some run ins with some ruffians... the ones that are alive are planing to answer his majesties call to arms." Mairjra replied with poise. Nodding the golden gates opened before him, and with a step Mairjra headed inside then into the Grand Palios.

The inside of Palios was decorated like any royal mansion would be, golden laced rugs covered the floor in the center of each the symbol of the High Kings family: the jaded crown. The floors were mostly made of enchanted gold, silver and other substances, with a sigh Mairjra pressed on into the rest of Palios stopping right before the throne dropping to one knee as Verion The VII sat upon it. "Ah Child you have finally arrived, have you come to fill your job as the royal arch mage." Standing pushing off of his right knee "No my king, I have come for the call to arms. I mean no disrespect to you but I must see to it that their plan fails. My father has informed me already of the situation, I have come to answer the call and your request after this battle is done I will return to your side Verion" With a prideful and noble tone Mairjra spoke to king Verion, hoping that his words would spark resonance within the old king. Smiling and clapping Verion responds "You little runt, finally someone who will show back bone. I'm glad you spoke your own mind boy, you will return after the quest is over... Also stop destroying shit in my city" Verion laughed with the last words.

"My blood is yours, I swear I will hold the interest of our nation" Mairjra spoke slicing his own hand open and squeezing the blood out of his palm, Nodding Verion speaks once more " You are dismissed, the mages chambers are yours Royal Arch Mage Mairjra Enverson" With a grin he walked down the corridor to the right entering the room yawning. Throwing his blade onto the bed, Mairjra took a quick bath and returned to the bed laying down. The Arch Mages room was decorated with a higher quota, the Enverson family crest hung from the wall while the rest of the room was decorated with black white and blue silk sheets, and golden rugs. Closing his eyes "The more pawns I have the better, that elf has now joined my game" Mairjra spoke aloud before falling asleep.

The sound of the chirping birds awoke Mairjra from his deep slumber, with a drawn out yawn he rose from the bed. The king had already forced his survents to lay out new wears for the Royal Arch Mage, a title that the Enverson family has kept since the fall of the Dark Prince. When King Verion I had founded Aerios after the long and hard battle to seal away the Dark Prince, one of the surviving mages was Turen Enverson he remained loyal to the cause to keep the Dark Prince seal away. And Verion the first was the first to make this oath of loyalty, from that day on the Head of the Enverson family remained the Arch Mage of Aerios while pledging their loyalty. Pushing himself off the bed walking toward, the wardrobe that hung up the cape with the Enverson family crest hung along with a new pair of magic armor resembling what he was wearing yesterday. Dressing and cleaning his blade, as he made his way out the door and down to King Verion the VII's room.

Knocking lightly at his door sanding tall and at attention saluting his king with a bow after his servant opened the door. "My Lord" Mairjra spoke kneeling before Verion VII, "Ah well your dressed to impressed boy. How do you like your new wears?" Verion spoke glancing at Mairjra. Pushing off of his knee looking the high king in the eyes, brushing back his golden brown hair "Yes my lord thank you, it was unnecessary to gave it drawn out I would have found it" Mairjra responded trying not to sound rude as he addressed his king. "Stand beside me during the call, for it is starting now I want you to approve the men and women I send,sense you will be going with them." Nodding as Verion the VII spoke, he walked by the kings side has he reached the throne watching the people already gather shaking his head at most of them.

Mairjra needed people to travel with that would be easy to control and manipulate for them to do his bidding, no nobles nor anyone to destructive, they were unneeded and most likey would die within the first few days. Shooting back to the other day, he knew to accept the Larthos she was going to be useful, along with the elf from the night before. With a smile Mairjra yelled "Those who have answered my kings call present yourself in a orderly way, you must be cleared for this task"

Morning came early and Solar was awake before dawn, her dreams were not what she expected and a little irritated she rose early and dressed before she made her way downstairs to have something to eat.
Zoba remained behind after huffing that he was content and wished to remain in bed. When she was finished with her food Solar briskly made way down to the water front, something about the water calmed her and she needed a clear head when she went before the Royal Arch Mage to answer the call of arms. As daylight crept up and the sun although risen hid behind the clouds she sighed.
"Show time," she turned from the water and made her way to the castle.
She was one of many that had entered and made her way to the throne room to await the King's entrance. Some mingled amongst themselves, Solar remained distant taking up a glass of wine one of ther servants carried by on a tray and sipped it earnestly.
Then the doors opened and the King stepped out she drew forward with the others, the wine glass left behind on a table. Her eyes fell upon the one walking with the King and she smirked, it was the one from the pub lastnight. When the man stepped forward and yelled that those who'd come to answer the call present themselves she slowly made her way forward to stand in line and awaited her turn to present herself.