Lady Valerie shivers slightly, wishing she'd brought another layer. "Yes, his kind make for great rulers." The elderly lady pauses for a moment as the armoured man who rode before the carriage dismounts and removes his helm. "May I present my great-nephew, Daniel?"
"If the cold bothers you, perhaps we should go inside. You're not as young as you were." Urbien is silent for a second, and then smiles his familiar thin smile. "A pleasure see you again, Daniel. I believe we met once before, when you were but a child. You may not remember it."
"I don't remember it, no, m'lord. Honoured to meet you again." Daniel gives a stiff nod of the head.
Lady Valerie smiles as the two greet each other, then speaks again. "Yes, I think perhaps we should go inside. My days of wandering the countryside and sleeping outside are over, I'm afraid."
"If the cold bothers you, perhaps we should go inside. You're not as young as you were." Urbien is silent for a second, and then smiles his familiar thin smile. "A pleasure see you again, Daniel. I believe we met once before, when you were but a child. You may not remember it."
"I don't remember it, no, m'lord. Honoured to meet you again." Daniel gives a stiff nod of the head.
Lady Valerie smiles as the two greet each other, then speaks again. "Yes, I think perhaps we should go inside. My days of wandering the countryside and sleeping outside are over, I'm afraid."
Lord Urbien nods and waves for a servant to open the door for them. He leads the way inside.
"I don't remember it, no, m'lord. Honoured to meet you again." Daniel gives a stiff nod of the head.
Lady Valerie smiles as the two greet each other, then speaks again. "Yes, I think perhaps we should go inside. My days of wandering the countryside and sleeping outside are over, I'm afraid."
Lord Urbien nods and waves for a servant to open the door for them. He leads the way inside.
-last edited on Sept 29, 2018 13:51:53 GMT by LordTigress
Post by LordTigress on Sept 29, 2018 13:51:35 GMT
OoC: I sincerely apologize for not joining sooner. There's been some trouble about the NPCs all around, as you've probably heard. RuleJJ , is it too late for me to join in the RP?
OoC: I sincerely apologize for not joining sooner. There's been some trouble about the NPCs all around, as you've probably heard. RuleJJ , is it too late for me to join in the RP?
OoC: I sincerely apologize for not joining sooner. There's been some trouble about the NPCs all around, as you've probably heard. RuleJJ , is it too late for me to join in the RP?
A young man approaches the castle, frowning at a map in his hands. He nears the castle and finally sees it, stopping. He gapes up at the tall towers and formidable battlements, seeming lost for words. Until he mutters. "Well, I suppose I'm lost."
{JAMMERS!} Don't know if I'm supposed to post his bio here in this topic, but here, it is just in case.
Name: Azril Leifson
Age: 16
Hair: Sandy blond, scruffy
Eyes: Chocolate-brown
Race: Human
Skin Tone: Pale, with faint freckles on his face
General Description: A young teenager wearing simple, though not unsightly, peasantry garments; grey leggings, large black boots, forest-green jerkin over gray canvas shirt, and a leather baldric and belt slung over his torso to hold extra belt pouches.
Skills/Class: Archery; he can shoot a crossbow his dad owned, and can hunt game with simple bow and arrows in the forest. He knows a good bit about forging metal in blacksmith shops, not to mention cooking and baking delicious treats and keeping a vegetable garden.
Items: A walking stick his father had before he passed away; a map of the kingdom Morñornia and some of the surrounding territories; his backpack carrying some apples, a roll of bread, a flask of water, some tools, a saddle blanket, and a pocket watch he built himself.
Backstory: Azril was born and raised as a simple peasant in Morñornia with his parents as a single child, and often helped his father in his blacksmith shop of their small country village. He’s interested in building things and mechanics, and is sure that there’s a future in engineering and that he can create something that’ll change the world. When he was fifteen years old his father passed away, and his widowed mother struggled for money to feed herself and her boy before marrying again. Azril’s stepfather was demanding and abusive of him, and after a year of living in misery, Azril ran away to find a new life for himself. He hopes to be hired out somewhere as an apprentice blacksmith or even a servant, although privately he’d rather do something more exciting, like being a warrior and inventing new gadgets for his medieval world.
Valerie waits patiently for her chair to be brought, signalling to her maids to wait outside. Daniel stands near the door, looking bored.
It is a few minutes before the servants return, and Urbien starts talking before they do. "If I may ask, what brings you here now?"
"Many things have changed. Lord Demiu's fall and the death of so many proud knights...our kingdom is changing, Lord Urbien. It doesn't do to miss these things grieving in a dark old manor house."
It is a few minutes before the servants return, and Urbien starts talking before they do. "If I may ask, what brings you here now?"
"Many things have changed. Lord Demiu's fall and the death of so many proud knights...our kingdom is changing, Lord Urbien. It doesn't do to miss these things grieving in a dark old manor house."
The servants return with two chairs. Urbien dismisses them before replying. "This is true. For myself, when I learned of the mess that Lord Demiu had made of things, I simply had to return to the castle to help straighten matters out."
"Many things have changed. Lord Demiu's fall and the death of so many proud knights...our kingdom is changing, Lord Urbien. It doesn't do to miss these things grieving in a dark old manor house."
The servants return with two chairs. Urbien dismisses them before replying. "This is true. For myself, when I learned of the mess that Lord Demiu had made of things, I simply had to return to the castle to help straighten matters out."
Valerie takes a seat immediately, while Daniel waits for a moment before following suit. "I wouldn't blame him for dying in battle, but that is true. How have things been here of late?"
The servants return with two chairs. Urbien dismisses them before replying. "This is true. For myself, when I learned of the mess that Lord Demiu had made of things, I simply had to return to the castle to help straighten matters out."
Valerie takes a seat immediately, while Daniel waits for a moment before following suit. "I wouldn't blame him for dying in battle, but that is true. How have things been here of late?"
Urbien shakes his head. "That war with those Xains left this place a mess. Our resources are drained and our army is all but useless. I have done what I can, but this is not a problem that will be solved soon. Perhaps not at all, without a king."
A young man approaches the castle, frowning at a map in his hands. He nears the castle and finally sees it, stopping. He gapes up at the tall towers and formidable battlements, seeming lost for words. Until he mutters. "Well, I suppose I'm lost."
{JAMMERS!} Don't know if I'm supposed to post his bio here in this topic, but here, it is just in case.
Name: Azril Leifson
Age: 16
Hair: Sandy blond, scruffy
Eyes: Chocolate-brown
Race: Human
Skin Tone: Pale, with faint freckles on his face
General Description: A young teenager wearing simple, though not unsightly, peasantry garments; grey leggings, large black boots, forest-green jerkin over gray canvas shirt, and a leather baldric and belt slung over his torso to hold extra belt pouches.
Skills/Class: Archery; he can shoot a crossbow his dad owned, and can hunt game with simple bow and arrows in the forest. He knows a good bit about forging metal in blacksmith shops, not to mention cooking and baking delicious treats and keeping a vegetable garden.
Items: A walking stick his father had before he passed away; a map of the kingdom Morñornia and some of the surrounding territories; his backpack carrying some apples, a roll of bread, a flask of water, some tools, a saddle blanket, and a pocket watch he built himself.
Backstory: Azril was born and raised as a simple peasant in Morñornia with his parents as a single child, and often helped his father in his blacksmith shop of their small country village. He’s interested in building things and mechanics, and is sure that there’s a future in engineering and that he can create something that’ll change the world. When he was fifteen years old his father passed away, and his widowed mother struggled for money to feed herself and her boy before marrying again. Azril’s stepfather was demanding and abusive of him, and after a year of living in misery, Azril ran away to find a new life for himself. He hopes to be hired out somewhere as an apprentice blacksmith or even a servant, although privately he’d rather do something more exciting, like being a warrior and inventing new gadgets for his medieval world.
OOC: Sorry, let me get you started.
IC: A guard on the wall sees him and calls out. "Oi! Wha're you doin' 'ere?"
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