Helios.
Previously RisingGarchomps
Two guards stood outside the castle gates. Upon seeing Michaelis one of them shouted. “What’s an elf doing here?!”
Before he was interrupted.
Then, his partner beside him started to butt in. “Michaelis? Isn’t that the King’s old butler? Let him through!”
“Fine!” The other one shouted. The gate started to open. “If you’re here for the funeral, you can go to the catacombs for the ceremony. The catacombs have opened up round the backside of the keep.” He pointed to the location.
Meanwhile, the other guard noticed the other pack of guests behind Michaelis. “You lot. State your business here! You here for the funeral?!” He noticed their strange collection of mounts and his speech broke off near the end.
@Clite of Dragonbow @Cmeriwether
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Carlock and the strange lady entered the large spectral library. Normally, it was guarded by big cat riders but they seemed to be all gone. Upon entering through the door, they were not greeted by soldiers but an old man with an ancient white beard and robes, indicating he was a wizard. There was a small posse of younger wizards behind him who helped escort Carlock and the lady to another part of the massive library, which they may have not been able to navigate without them, though they had been to this place a few times before. The library had different sections dedicated to many different topics. Nerds and noblemen alike sat reading a plethora of books. On the corner of the second floor were a group of working class children learning to read as part of a new programme of reform. They passed this and ascended all the way to the fourth floor. There, more wizards awaited them, a large crowd. There were also a significant number of nobles who were curious enough to try and listen to them. It looked like the woman wizard was preparing a speech.
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Outside the remains of the burnt down tavern, two men marched over to the presumably dead body of the shifty Stevenson Al killed. One was wearing a fur coat and looked like the man talking to Carlock and the girl from before. The other was a regular looking wizard.
“So, what can you do for me about this one? He was doing so great until that bastard killed him.” The man from before said looking down at a massive cut in the chest of the Stevenson.
“Not much. If you think I can do a full necromancy of him, you’re wrong.”
“What did I pay you for then?!”
“Hang on a minute. He may not be dead. Let me check.” He put his hand to his neck. “I feel some pulse...it might be possible.”
“His name was Tyrone Stevenson by the way. Named after a Tigroran a few generations ago. Never got the acknowledgement for his loyalty so he started helping us. I heard that monster Al killed his brother, Tylar. Tyrone wrote a letter on his death. He sent it to our men. We’re currently trying to work out a way of sending it to the noble families without arousing suspicion or attention to men connected to us.”
“Is that so?” The wizard chuckled. He pressed his hand in the cut and suddenly it started to seal itself.
Tyrone Stevenson’s eyes opened. Soon, they would all be out of there.
Before he was interrupted.
Then, his partner beside him started to butt in. “Michaelis? Isn’t that the King’s old butler? Let him through!”
“Fine!” The other one shouted. The gate started to open. “If you’re here for the funeral, you can go to the catacombs for the ceremony. The catacombs have opened up round the backside of the keep.” He pointed to the location.
Meanwhile, the other guard noticed the other pack of guests behind Michaelis. “You lot. State your business here! You here for the funeral?!” He noticed their strange collection of mounts and his speech broke off near the end.
@Clite of Dragonbow @Cmeriwether
- - - -
Carlock and the strange lady entered the large spectral library. Normally, it was guarded by big cat riders but they seemed to be all gone. Upon entering through the door, they were not greeted by soldiers but an old man with an ancient white beard and robes, indicating he was a wizard. There was a small posse of younger wizards behind him who helped escort Carlock and the lady to another part of the massive library, which they may have not been able to navigate without them, though they had been to this place a few times before. The library had different sections dedicated to many different topics. Nerds and noblemen alike sat reading a plethora of books. On the corner of the second floor were a group of working class children learning to read as part of a new programme of reform. They passed this and ascended all the way to the fourth floor. There, more wizards awaited them, a large crowd. There were also a significant number of nobles who were curious enough to try and listen to them. It looked like the woman wizard was preparing a speech.
- - - -
Outside the remains of the burnt down tavern, two men marched over to the presumably dead body of the shifty Stevenson Al killed. One was wearing a fur coat and looked like the man talking to Carlock and the girl from before. The other was a regular looking wizard.
“So, what can you do for me about this one? He was doing so great until that bastard killed him.” The man from before said looking down at a massive cut in the chest of the Stevenson.
“Not much. If you think I can do a full necromancy of him, you’re wrong.”
“What did I pay you for then?!”
“Hang on a minute. He may not be dead. Let me check.” He put his hand to his neck. “I feel some pulse...it might be possible.”
“His name was Tyrone Stevenson by the way. Named after a Tigroran a few generations ago. Never got the acknowledgement for his loyalty so he started helping us. I heard that monster Al killed his brother, Tylar. Tyrone wrote a letter on his death. He sent it to our men. We’re currently trying to work out a way of sending it to the noble families without arousing suspicion or attention to men connected to us.”
“Is that so?” The wizard chuckled. He pressed his hand in the cut and suddenly it started to seal itself.
Tyrone Stevenson’s eyes opened. Soon, they would all be out of there.