The round Table of Redmoor was found within the central capital of the County, each lord from the county had a place there and each had their own voice, sadly though they were all loud and vibrating against the walls and Neyvn's head. With a sigh he sets down his flagon of ale, the mead that the others drank was a bit too rich for his taste. The Lords of Redmoor argued about something all the time, it was not new to him, even from his seat he could see the piety squabbles between those of his own kin and their oblivious nature towards the outside, they had argued while the Commonwealth to the north showed interest in their lands, and even now they still think it exists...
A soft tap on his shoulder alerted him to the presence of his most trusted man, he was tilted over, head down and hidden under the cowl that he wore with one clenched fist touching the stone floor while the other lifted to present a simple scroll, there was implications of blood on the parchment, but it was clear that it was not of Kiko's...
Ignoring the yelling match that had finally started at the table, he unfurled the rolled message. His eyes rolling over it carefully so to take in each of the words and their means. Looking down to the man beside his chair, he muttered something under his breath and with a curt nod from the bent man, he turned his attention back to the Lords. Kiko disappearing from the room before his voice even began to leave his lips...
"Gentlemen, please Lord Richard, that enough..." He called out against the noise, each of the lords beginning to grow quite, even the addressed man though with stubborn recline. "I fear we have a problem to the East..."
"What you mean the Republic, those fools are nothing, they are merchants and such." Began on of the larger lords who had clearly enjoyed the Republic's Imports.
With a glare towards this man Neyvn silenced him before speaking once again. "NO, not those FRIENDS, who helped us stop an attempt against our Lands by the Commonwealth. It appears that the Republic has lost some land to a new face in these ground," He slid the parchment across the table, collected by each Lord before being passed to the next. "I fear we will have to look to stop this, for I do not like the idea of adding another seat to this table. Gentlemen, It looks like we need to rally our troops once again, call up your men and march towards this new invader, for this Country does not belong to any other man but those who were born, raised and work for this land..."
"So I assume we will not be going to this meeting...?" Asked the man acknowledge as Richard,
"Only if you want to, but I don't think that would be wise, I fear you would be finding a blade under your throat faster then peace promises to your ears... I mean, would you offer that if you were this, Bronze Nation... No???"
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Topic: Conquer the Kingdom Turn 8 submit order by DEC 16 (Read 13132 times)