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Keizer Shosolas

Peace through unity, unity through war.

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a character in “War of the scattered thrones”, as played by Oborosen

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The Red House, The Sodaiken Faction colors are Red,White, and Black. Limited knowledge outside the faction.

Description

Full name: Eton Keizer Shosolas
Faction: Sanguine Legion
Short history:
Keizer was one of the nine children offered to the temple for training in the early years of the Legions birth. Trained in all the ways of war, strategy and magic, he is one of the three to survive. Rising to the ranks of General in his years after the temple life, not many were willing to challenge such a destined seat among them. He commanded his forces for the first time at the Iron Gate war, which many thought would last years. But he managed to end the conflict within the first month with minimal losses to his own forces. This was his first victory and ended with him claiming the city (Agartha) for his people.


Physical:
Keizer has a light tan complexion from days spent on the sun drenched mountainsides and long braided hair that reaches to the center of his lower back.

height: 6'ft 9'in
weight: 233'lbs
eye color: Dark Brown
defining marks: Sandy blonde hair, runic tattoos down both arms, house crest tattoos on back, large scar down right midsection.

-Mental-
Sanity: Keizer is one of the most rationally sane people in the entirety of the Sanguine Legion. He is capable of cool calm thought and calculated decisions even in the most dire of situations.
Disposition: Despite his looks many would refer to him as one of the more gentle individuals to know. He cares for his people deeply and is more at home among those he protects. Opponents are met with a cool face and equal treatment, which only turns to confrontation at the first signs of open aggression.

morals: The years of war have somewhat frayed the moral compass of his mind. Keizer knows how death and vile actions can weigh on the world but he sees the pain caused in such ways as a necessity that must be bore in order for the greater good to come to fruition.
tendencies: When Keizer meets an opponent he drives himself to meet them on fair ground. Those that wield weapons and wade into battle are met with the same, while magic gets such a response in turn.

-Equipment-
Weapons: Cetrum (Sword with two foot handle, four foot blade yet lacking a true pommel.)
pets: Aster (Raven- gift from Viona)
Armor: Heavy armor waits belt, Plate grieves, Plate gauntlets, Crowned great helm.
misc: Crystal pipe, bone flute, silver bracelet, house mark amulet.

Allies: N/A

Enemies: N/A

-Faction sheet-
Name: Sanguine Legion
People: All are excepted within the legion.

Special troop: Aydakeen
strength: Large numbers and high unit synergy. Units operate together to eliminate failings.
weakness: Too specialized, units caught against more situational enemies can fail where the enemy does not.
Motive for war: All people within the legion seek unity among the whole of the world, choosing not to deal with other nations. But to offer them a place within the legions fold. Those that decline are removed from the equation and any that concede are offered the choice for a final time.

history:
Throughout history the Legion has always been present and working in the background of many idle moments, but the dissolution of the once strenuous peace has caused them to realize that all hopes of unity through such compliance is not a viable option.
The Faction itself is compromised of seven different clans that coexist as one single entity and work tirelessly towards one singular goal. In the past they have show great promise in all things war, economy and that of a society. At one time they had some of the greatest exports and finest luxury goods that anyone could wish for. Still most of what goes on behind the walls of their mountain city still is unknown to the vast majority of life outside, aside from some strange taboos that have touched an ear here and spoken there. Even then during the original peace those wishing entrance into the main city were given the choice of become one with them or having their memories removed of the last few days. Many saw them as strange or aloof but it wasn't until the war started and then they realized that the Legion was more then capable with its vast numbers and unorthodox tactics to press its advances.
Those captured are allowed to stay within the walls of their own city but are set to one of the ways of life led by the clans of the Legions home city. Life becomes ordered and ritualistic in nature and while many do take to the life style after time there are still many who do not.

So begins...

Keizer Shosolas's Story

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The last of the seasons light was leaving the land of Ternidal as its winds drifted off past the sunset.

For years now the Carsikin stronghold has remained empty save for the skittering of animal life, but tonight there were new faces amongst the rising growth of the old garden. Keizer and his fellow legionnaires had made the long trek from their home of Agartha. Nearly a weeks ride away and now he sat alone on an overturned pillar as the others cleared the ruins.


Even though he sat alone Keizer kept his weapon close by his side, only listening to the wind as it passed along his ears and he awaited Viona's return. Soon as the thought crossed his mind the foliage began to part as the five champions that accompanied him walked into the clearing. They all wore the same armor save for the captain, who in her attire bore a crested helmet that marked her a higher station from the other four and the runic lashed across her back said the same as well. As they approached she dropped down to her knee and spoke. "Lord Keizer, we have secured the whole structure and our magi are set, they will watch for anything suspicious." Keizer nods for a moment. She had spoke of the five magi that accompanied the group, combining her champions with the rest formed all of the forces that Keizer brought on this mock lands meet.

"And lady Viona?"

Her helmet rises at the sound of her name for a moment and even the other champions seems to tense for a moment, as if they were unsettled by the thought that she might be in the same room as them. The captain did not have the moment to answer as an estranged voice crawls from the reaches of the shadows.
"Don't be so distraught little ones.. I will be watching as well my lord.. all you need is to say the word." Her voice was haunting for some reason and at moments one could feel that the words cut like knives in the cold air. This all makes Keizer smirk as he leans back on his seat for a moment and clasp his hands together. "Good, remember we are here diplomatically so no conflict is to happen unless someone else makes a move first. I would hate to disgrace the princess in this moment." He moves one hand to rub a small box that is latched to the side of his hip for a moment before returning to his soldiers. "Now return to your places and await my word." All of the them give a quick bow of the head and split off from the garden while the captain remains with Keizer, taking a stand behind him near the remaining pillars.

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As the last of the morning light pulled itself from the far end of the valley, the moons light enveloped Carsikin ruins.

Keizer sat there in on his makeshift throne as the moonlight broke the top of the canopy and he breathed a voice like a content sigh. Running his hand across his leather tunic, he pulled a small ivory pipe from behind his waist belt and packed it with tobacco from a tin that he kept next to it. As he lifted the pipe to his lips a small flame was conjured on the tip of his finger to lite it. He only took a few draws from the pipe and exhaled a cloud that drifted slowly across the overgrown field.

Once again the echoing voice called across the grass. "Master we have visitors.."

He waved the flame away from his digit as the grass and flowers began to part, a dense black shadowy mass moving across the ground towards him. Only to stop several feet from him, a perfectly formed shadow along the ground. The shadow becomes malformed for a moment as a bulbous orb presses up, opening to form a blackened eye, with a white pin prick pupil.

Keizer nodded as he leaned in "Who are they..?" He asked as the eye kept a clean view on him.

"I see cloaks within the surrounding wood, however their numbers are rather.. detrimental.." She chuckled lightly as if caught in a strange sort of irony and from this distance her voice holds a more somber sweetness to it. "I do smell.. the line of Lyt'hart with them." Keizer gives a lite smile for a moment before taking another small puff from his pipe. "So the line of Lyt'hart is here.. good."

"Who else?"
He returns.

"Novarian riders on the pass.. they make their way here at this very instance." The eye gives a cursory blink. "I see no others approaching..." She gives a long pause at the end of those words as she awaits a response. To that Keizer gives a short nod before speaking with a cloud of smoke accompanying his words.
"Go and introduce yourself to Ly'hart's men.." The eye slowly closes with a slow chirp of excitement from a non existent mouth and the shadow begins to crawl away, only for Keizer to speak again. "And Viona.. be civil."

"As you command my lord."

* * * *

While it was understandable to see why she was sent to expose herself to the other soldiers, it may be that the others were still too far away to contact, or if Keizer were holding onto that pleasure for himself. But she is still honor bound to him and his word, as well as their mutual respect for one another.

As Lyt'harts men watch the open field they can see something parting the grass, moving slowly towards them. This is another shadow, one of many that Viona uses to survey the surrounding areas. However she uses them for more then just that purpose. Despite the appearance of such a strange object it moves without jerking or advancing too fast. As if the shadow is being cast perfectly from a higher position.

Though her sight is nearly peerless as it cuts through the night, her low vantage makes it more difficult to see the men until she is rather close. But to announce herself as much as she can, Viona hums a strange tune on the back of her voice as she approaches. Stopping several feet from them, giving each a moment to take in what they were seeing. Then again speaking would be the worst thing for her to do at such a moment.

"Greetings men of Illire, my lord Keizer extends his welcome.

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One of the few yellow cloaks (recruits who rarely wore armor underneath their cloaks) hit the ground and was frozen in fear at the mystery before him, but that was where all fear went when Viona's presence was met. A red cloak bent down and picked him up. She pushed him away from the scene then turned to see what was going on. She stood off to the side as the elite Orange cloaks walked up to Viona.

"Greetings, our lord, the ambassador Sienx, will receive your welcome at the meeting, but on behalf of the Lyt'Harts of Illire we humbly accept your welcome." He held out his hand in the universal greeting of the old empire to show respect. "If you pardon the ambassador he is freshing up from the long ride and will be ready soon."

Right when the orange cloak finished speaking three riders approached the outskirts of the Illire 1/4th built camp where the small group held a met. The rider who rode first had his cloak cascade with the wind and then down onto his back as he stopped. His head held high when he looked down at her. Behind him were Gern the green cloak and Berialion the orange cloak. Gern looked as if he had been sweating from a long hard night of riding while Berialion only looked tired. Maerkava got off his horse with the swing of his leg and went over to Viona.

Moments before, Gern gave Alexius's orders to his green cloaks and then was ordered by Maerkava to stay back and stay with the main party. Then he met up with Berialion and they both went to Maerkava. Just before they could begin their own small council the noise of Viona's strange tune interrupted their thought. With only instinct filling them they jumped onto their mounts and headed off towards the sound.

"Hello, I am Maerkava Lyt'Hart. Who might you be, and if you will excuse me if this seems rude, but curiosity has struck me. What exactly are you?" He said as he approached her. Berialion gave Maerkava a look as if he should know who she was.

Meanwhile, the ambassador sat on a cot sore from the ride eating fruit they had gathered from the ride. He could have been already out and up to the ruins, but without a clear mind what was the point in talking of peace when their was no peace of mind. He heard the tune and for a moment he was scared. Had something gone wrong? Were they at war? He did not let it affect him. He stayed on the cot and remained relaxing until he was ready or something would happen.

In the Tent next to him Alexius heard the sound and knew exactly what it was. Not many things made the sound that she was making and nobody he knew of the other nations had her in his service. He contemplated for a moment on whether he should go. It would be expected of him. He decided to chance the gamble. The faint tune had long ended when he decided heard the call from the ward who came to tell him the ambassador was ready to make his way to the ruins.

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The abrupt question from the man makes the small circular orb quiver with a strange laughter for a few moments, only before stopping and looking dead back at him. "I am lady Viona.. Matron and Canonness to the Aydakeen.. or as the ill known call them, Black Brides." There is a moment of silence after that and several small noticeable motions in the eyes seating. As if its attention is associated somewhere else for the moment, before it snaps back to knowing where it is.

"A formal introduction cannot be... facilitated at this moment. The lord has me keeping a close "Eye" on the proceedings." The eye gives another novel twitch in its socket before it widens again with a resounding speech. "Ahh.. The Noverians have arrived.. as your other scouts will most doubtingly return with."

The eye winces for a small moment before speaking again. "The red haired one.. smells like strawberries.. Your men are so interesting.." It was easy to see now that being spoken too in this manner was as much a way of examining them, as it was for them to examine her. Now coming to the mans eyes was the realization that there was an area where the shadow actually rises from the ground and becomes like a liquid mass to support the floating eye. But were it not for the sharp moonlight above, noticing this would have been much harder.

* * * *

Having already received word of their arrival, Keizer has sent the Captain out to greet the Noverian's. As her armored form breaks the threshold of the ruins leading out towards the road, her body catches the shine of the moon. Her body is covered from head to toe in the tightly caste armor of a champion. Its dark obsidian color only lightly showing accents of red highlighted from the firing process used on it while in the forge. Were it not for the overly feminine chest plate it would most likely of been impossible to tell if she were female, aside from the dark grey strand of hair streaming out over the back of her crimson cloak.

She stops her slow march several meters from the men in lead, giving them ample time to respond.
Removing her sword slowly to plant it in the ground and then step past it another meter to stop again. It is easier to describe more qualities of her physique from there. She is well over six feet tall, a more then modest height for a woman, but not one of the northern mountains.

The captain raises an arm and beckons whoever is willing to approach over to her for the reason of making this go smoothly.

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With the approach for an armored being, the Death runners would turn their attention to the figure. Alex kept a cold eye on the figure, studying it, as Lane rode back to get their king. His subordinates stared at it as intently as Alex did. Despite the intention of diplomacy, the platoon made it's none-verbal statement now that not one of them would tolerate anything sneaking, by the use of their eyes.

The staring of the platoon would continue on for a minute, before Lane rode back with the king and his body guard. Alex took a look at them, dismissing the armored woman to look upon his sworn king. He almost thought that one of the body guards was missing, Jacklin his name was, but then he spotted him on one of the horses, only he wasn't in full armor like the rest of them. No, he was dressed as a wealthy noble.

Heh, rich bastards Alex thought. One of the things he liked about Lennex is he dressed rather poorly often, usually only with a simple tan cloth shirt, with some rough brown leather pants. He was an honest sort of fellow who didn't really understand why he had to dress fancy. Clothes are clothes, he'd always say. No need to make my self different from the common man anyway. Right now he wore the same, though he also wore a dull color of emerald as a jacket, and some smooth, brown leather gloves. Compare that to Jacklin's... Disguise, Alex finally decided. A purple robe with a bright red undershirt, with some gold straps embedded into the cloth of the undershirt. The pants weren't really visible in the shirt, but Alex could guess it was some sort of brown, throw some gold and silver onto it, and you'd get the idea. With all this in mind, Alex had to hold back throwing a joke at Jacklin that he could dress as rich as he wants, Lennex still gets more leers from woman.

If only Lennex would return them...

Alex shook his head with a grin as Lennex rode past him.

"My name is Lennex Curor." Lennex said in a strong, scottish voice, in a tone that could demand the attention of the most mindless of creatures. At least to Alex's imagination. "I hold title of King to thee' Noverians. I come as an act of Diplomacy." He finished. His body guards formed behind him, each bearing their trained weapon. With seven of them in total, minus Jacklin who rode beside his king, he could see a variety of weapons, though they each at least had one sword on them.

Alex looked back at the Shield Breakers behind them. While not trained like his Calvary Platoon was, they were above most other swordsmen in training, and were already forming up to protect their rear and sides. No shouts for orders, or acknowledgements. The men were born able to read the situation, it seemed.

To bad this wasn't universal.

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Mearkava seemed perplexed when he was told that Gern smelled like strawberries. He turned to look at Gern with a raised eye brow and saw that Gern was blushing. Gern was taken back by the comment and seemed just as perplexed. It wasn't anything they expected to hear. The red cloaked woman who watched with closed arms knew who she was and why she said it. She dared not to say anything to her superiors; only out of respect and perhaps found a game in it. Most warrior woman in Illire had heard about the black brides and some modeled themselves after them in a fashion.

A green rider rode back from the Noverian direction with confirmed tidings of their arrival. Mearkava kept his eyes on Viona keeping a humble position with his body. While Gern observed the rider. This would mean that the Noverians had just arrived --scouts who did a brief scan of the area reported no other host-- and some how she knew. Perhaps, Gern thought, she could smell them and after all look at what I am seeing. He remained silent like he always chose to be. Unless he was with his men.

The news arrived to the Ambassadors tent, then it went to Alexius tent, and finally the rider rode up to Mearkava and Gern. The horse he rode became spooked and made it rear backward onto its two back legs. The only horse so far to do this. The beast screamed and tried to turn away with the rider holding on. The green cloaked scout calmed it down then let it keep its distance as he jumped off its back to deliver his message to the captains. Gern shook his head knowing that the beast was a bad investment for his man.

"My lords, the..." He stopped for a second seeing what had scared his horse, but ignored it to continue his message. "..the Noverians have arrived. We spotted them from a distance and I was sent back right away. The scouts won't interfere with them unless ordered too. For now they are continuing their scanning of the grounds."

Gern shook his head acknowledging his man and Mearkava turned his head from the messanger to Viona "It seems you are right, Lady Viona. The Noverians are here indeed." Before he could get any other word out the Ambassador and another group began their gallop toward them. "Also seems the Ambassador is arriving as well. Perhaps you can escort us to the meeting." He finished with a smile.

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The eye sat there for a moment as if to contemplate what the man was asking, Viona was not well known among the new world and if she were he would not readily request such a thing. Its dull orb only lit by the tiny pin prick of light that shine from between its blinking motions, stayed fixed on the young man before she chose to speak. "I must ask my lord first." There was no draw at the end of her voice this time, as if it did not bother her in the least that she must defer to Keizer for permission. Strangely however the eye did not move, choosing only to stay and stare. But her sickly sweet voiced returned after that quick moment of silence and a tone of glee sat on her no visible lips. "This shall be permitted.. One moment.. please."

The eye quickly disappeared into the shadow like a fish diving quickly after catching a meal, but the puddle stayed, with its thin line of shadow connecting it back towards the ruins. This moment became long and heavy as the linking shadow bulged, forcing the small puddle to swell in size. Before long with was wider then a mans shoulders and stopped shortly after reaching that point

It was quiet now and the air became stale, like sticking ones head in a large jar that had been sealed for years, with silence to compare as well. Only then the silence was broken as the shadowed pool bulged upward, moving like an alien mixture of slime out towards its edge. The bulge parted and broke like a fetid embryo, allowing a form to emerge. First a head and then followed by shoulders under a slender neck. Viona was coming forth, pulling herself fourth from her perch in the heights of the Ruins to answer this mans call.

It was obvious that black was a color for her as that consisted of more then a majority of her outfit. A dark well concealing dress that fit her quit well, so tight in fact that it was hard to tell were she ended and the dress began. It had small laced straps that tied around her and bucked in the back. Allowing only her fingers and neck to be seen. That made her more alien as well; her hands bore a sixth digit as well as another knuckle for each to bend with. Her skin held a cool dark texture, like looking at a deep grey stone in the cool shade and it was unnaturally smooth, looking more like marble then regular stone.
Her head was completely covered by some strange mask that seemed to cover it entirely. No look of openings or transparency, noting the fact that such a piece to her garment completely blocked her sight. It had a black almost leathery face plate that had small stylized lines and circles etched upon its surface.

Save for the small rise of her chest it would be hard to tell if she were a woman, only to have her voice swing the decision towards the truth. She gave a lovely bow towards those before her as soon as the pool cleared her feet. She was revealed to be bare footed as well as she ducked her head and bowed, also revealing a long singular braided tale of hair that hit the center of her back. It was the darkest black she had on her body and sprouted from the back of her mask like a root from ground.

After the bow she shot her head straight up "Follow me if you please..." She gave a light laugh as she turned on her heel and began to move through the tall grass towards the ruins, holding her dress up to let the grass slide under it and moving at a slow leisurely pace. The tune of her humming now returning to the air.

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The Captain gave the Noverian King a turgid bow.
Though it was never her place to meet with any sort of king she did well enough, clasping one gauntlet under her chest and bowing slightly. She raised only to speak once again "And my Lord will greet you as such dear king. I have been sent to lead you to the center square and for your ease of mind, you may bring several of your men with you." She motions towards the group behind him as she steps back retaking her weapon, only to slide it onto her back from where it came.

"I am Cordelia, Champion and military adviser to his lordship Keizer." It was obvious that by her tone, one could tell she did not really want to be in this position. Only in her mind did she let slip that she was missing the hours of service with her brothers in arms until she was brought into higher command.

She gives another soft nod as she turns slowly and begins to move off, towards the ruins. Given the men more then ample time to follow. Only calling back for one moment. " The horses will be quite a hindrance beyond the outer wall.

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Lennex nodded, and he and his guard dismounted, following the woman through the path. Jacklin kept fumbling with his clothing, not used to the wear, and Lennex chuckled, politely given the circumstances. Lennex turned before fully departing from his convoy. "See to it that this road remains clear for us, and the other envoys." He shouted out, Alex giving a nod, turning to the troops and started to bark out orders.

"Champion... 'Cordelia'" Lennex said, going on the basis he heard earilyer. "Where might the negotiations be taking place, presumably if in this castle, if I may ask?"

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The ambassador, Mearkava, Berialion, and Alexius followed behind her. Only Mearkava still looked shocked at what had just happened. The blue cloak was a general and rarely ever marching into the crazy adventures most other cloaks went. His tactics were flawless, but seeing her mold her body was something he'd rarely seen. Berialion (who rode behind the ambassador) had seen too many things to be shocked by anything. Alexius himself had been on countless adventures to know that being shocked by anything was a mistake to any foe watching. Gern and the rest of the convoy stayed behind. Perhaps --known to the legionaries (and whom ever else)-- green cloaks were everywhere making observations and educated guess's as to what was going on. Some had even gone as far as to infiltrate their ranks for mere second just to see. None would disturb anyone or move anything that would compromise them in any way other then to know who they dealt with. At this point they knew it was just a meeting and not some trap of some kind.

Thus the meeting could begin...

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Viola lead the small group behind her, not looking back as they walked. She was not really all too concerned with what they may say or do, for it was not her place to do so. It was still evident in her walking that she enjoyed the feel of the cool grass on her toes, by the slight chuckle she would emit while striding through the tall foliage.

The walk was rather short despite the size of the remaining ruins, even with the whole of the city being mostly ruble in this day and age. It was very easy to make ones way around with little trouble and the only problem to be had were with bandits, or other highwaymen that used it as a hideout from time to time. Which the Legion had taken its time with in clearing, for they have no love for thieves or cowards.

Viola slowed her pace and stopped before a large stone block that marked the boundary to the inner garden. She only stared on and looked out into open space for the moment, before turning and gesturing past herself to the cloaked figures in her company. "This is where we part way.. I shall return to my post.. Farewell ambassador." With that her figure disappeared into the dark cool stone as easily as she first appeared and like that she was gone.

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Cordelia didn't look over her shoulder at the question being asked of her, being just as impersonal as before. "My master will be meeting all of you in the old gardens. Which is the only real remaining structure of the ruins these days." As the men walked behind her they could tell more detailed examples of the champions armor. It bore beveled pivots, as well as sections of armor that were made specific to cover normal blind spots in a knights usual dress. The armor itself looked almost as if it was meant to keep the whole world out and not just the rattles of war.

Being that Lennex and his men approached from the main road, they were able to used the singular causeway that lead into the cities center. Small pillars lined the side of the path and only broke stride when it was obvious that several of them were missing. This path lead them to a large archway that was surprisingly still standing after all this time and she crossed its threshold with them in tow.

Both groups arrived within mere seconds of each other, only with Lennex's presence coming after Mearkava and his own escort.

Ahead of the group was their destination; a massive square stone foundation that was to be the meeting point. It had a small set of stairs on the north, south, and the east, bust strangely not on the western side. This was the side that Keizer had seated himself and was drawing away on his pipe with a large piece of parchment in his hand.
The platform itself was well large enough to support more visitors then what had arrived. A testament to the number of supposed arrivals that could be expected. In the middle was a broken circular fixture; most likely the remains of a large fountain, but now it was just rubble like most of the rest. Most of the remaining stone was previously moved into a large semicircle.

This was to be the arranged seating it seemed and Keizer payed no real mind, as he was already enjoying the position of the broken pillar on which he sat. He looked up though as the groups began to hit the surround grass and numerous flowers that dotted the garden. "Ahh.. Welcome to the Novarian house and the line of Lyt'hart as well." He stood letting them see that he was unarmed and ready to accept them to diplomacy. Though being unarmed he was still not that easy to look upon without suspicion. Being larger then most of his own brethren; Keizer was normally spoken of a being the epitome of a warriors physical nature.

He sets the pipe and parchment down before continuing to address them. "You all may be at ease here, we have cleared the whole of the ruins and even now my men watch for any trouble." He motions with a finger over his shoulder and up to the wall of the garden. Three figures can be seen standing there on one of the patios. A champion and two others in hooded robes. Both holding torches to light their position; one dressed with red and the other in white.