Post by ptsluvsnfl on May 22, 2008 3:00:39 GMT -6
((either way, I'll just make a post; we can go where we like with the plot from here))
Seven years earlier to that day, a meeting had been held in the king’s court.
King Chatwin paced in his great hall for a long while, his grimness and the extreme chill of the dim room making his guests nervous.
“I have called you here, because I know I can trust in you. Of my kingdom, only ten of its governors I know are willing to stand beside me… if… trouble should arise,”
One of the men spoke up, “I have not heard of trouble, my King,”
Half-crazed weariness appeared on the ruler’s face, “Oh, not among my people. The people are still loyal… for now. But some of my spies have observed treacherous deeds among other officials in my court. –it even goes as far as our enemies!”
Another stood, “Your Grace must forgive me, but- that is absurd!”
“A ludicrus assumption!” Yet another shouted.
The king nodded to his guards, and they stepped forward from the shadows, “Sir Might and Governor Forte….” He said in quiet harshness, “Your protest has about confirmed your guilt. You will be questioned further after this meeting,”
The two nobleman struggled and made argument as they were pulled from the room.
King Chatwin noticed that while seven of the remaining guests were in shock, one had a thoughtful, almost distracted expression.
“Lord Bran, -what are you thinking of?”
Pale faces turned their attention to the mentioned man.
He looked up and answered, “My daughter is ten years old today…. She was angry with me that I had left,” it sounded like a poor excuse, but the thought helped to relieve some of the room’s tension.
“So…” Chatwin continued, “I am ordering you to act inconspicuous, -as though you were never told this, but be aware of the danger you are all in. I want you to take a census of the areas you rule, and collect all the valuable knowledge and artifacts –books, scientific research, art, weaponry- from the people under you; It must be stored away from our enemies. Do this quickly, but carefully. Chambers to temporarily hold these treasures will be constructed to hold them so they might be moved later if the worst accurs,”
“My king, are you ill?” A governor asked.
“No sir, I am cautious,” King Chatwin replied.
---
This late in the night, after a head injury, and half-exhausted from the adrenaline, Ben was not thinking correctly! -he was bad enough with directions as it was without the other problems! Run... run... further into the woods, around the trees, down the slope, through the tall grass, -run, hide! They would never be found if they kept going!
Briars and branches tore at them both, but it was better than being caught again.
---
Finn cursed and complained as he and Garn made their way back to the camp. "Oo's that?" he muttered gruffly, pointing to the small red-haired man who was making a sight of himself.
---
Ignis was rolling on the ground, yelling with all his strength to distract the scoundrels with his "snake bite". Because of that, he knew, with a sharp sting in the stomach, that he had been "unmasked".
Seven years earlier to that day, a meeting had been held in the king’s court.
King Chatwin paced in his great hall for a long while, his grimness and the extreme chill of the dim room making his guests nervous.
“I have called you here, because I know I can trust in you. Of my kingdom, only ten of its governors I know are willing to stand beside me… if… trouble should arise,”
One of the men spoke up, “I have not heard of trouble, my King,”
Half-crazed weariness appeared on the ruler’s face, “Oh, not among my people. The people are still loyal… for now. But some of my spies have observed treacherous deeds among other officials in my court. –it even goes as far as our enemies!”
Another stood, “Your Grace must forgive me, but- that is absurd!”
“A ludicrus assumption!” Yet another shouted.
The king nodded to his guards, and they stepped forward from the shadows, “Sir Might and Governor Forte….” He said in quiet harshness, “Your protest has about confirmed your guilt. You will be questioned further after this meeting,”
The two nobleman struggled and made argument as they were pulled from the room.
King Chatwin noticed that while seven of the remaining guests were in shock, one had a thoughtful, almost distracted expression.
“Lord Bran, -what are you thinking of?”
Pale faces turned their attention to the mentioned man.
He looked up and answered, “My daughter is ten years old today…. She was angry with me that I had left,” it sounded like a poor excuse, but the thought helped to relieve some of the room’s tension.
“So…” Chatwin continued, “I am ordering you to act inconspicuous, -as though you were never told this, but be aware of the danger you are all in. I want you to take a census of the areas you rule, and collect all the valuable knowledge and artifacts –books, scientific research, art, weaponry- from the people under you; It must be stored away from our enemies. Do this quickly, but carefully. Chambers to temporarily hold these treasures will be constructed to hold them so they might be moved later if the worst accurs,”
“My king, are you ill?” A governor asked.
“No sir, I am cautious,” King Chatwin replied.
---
This late in the night, after a head injury, and half-exhausted from the adrenaline, Ben was not thinking correctly! -he was bad enough with directions as it was without the other problems! Run... run... further into the woods, around the trees, down the slope, through the tall grass, -run, hide! They would never be found if they kept going!
Briars and branches tore at them both, but it was better than being caught again.
---
Finn cursed and complained as he and Garn made their way back to the camp. "Oo's that?" he muttered gruffly, pointing to the small red-haired man who was making a sight of himself.
---
Ignis was rolling on the ground, yelling with all his strength to distract the scoundrels with his "snake bite". Because of that, he knew, with a sharp sting in the stomach, that he had been "unmasked".