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[thatkid]

OOC:
Well, they might tell Kaguro how his door got messed up seeing as how they're working for him.

[Ghazkull]

((ok sorry i got that wrong...but still, that's not fair sportsmanship(i kill people who refuse to negotiate they kill people who try to negotiate)...hmmm i definetly need to come up with something that allows me to normally talk to those guys without getting my envoys killed...))

buy the McKenzies with slaves for a starter
    Arrange a meeting between me and the Mc Murrays in the hope to get some things straight. Let them choose a neutral ground if they agree. And bring a ducat worth of presents with me to appease them.

[King_of_the_weasels]

OOC:
Well, they might tell Kaguro how his door got messed up seeing as how they're working for him.

((What happened to my door!  It was the alchemist sir.  Blast did he escape!  No, sir he was looking for something to do so we gave him some supplies.  Did he replicate his firepowder again?  No sir, he built a machine that LAUNCHES SPEARS.   I'm okay with this.))

[KaguroDraven]

((He makes a fine point, I would be okay with a machine that launches spears))

Kaguro looked towards his king. "Your highness, I have tried to be a good and just man, even if my life as a soldier has stopped that from always happening. All I ask is that you see how many of his so called 'arguments' make no sense if you look at them closely, and how all of his accusations started after he attempted to toss half the city in the dungeons and I interfered. If you call for my punishment I will take it, but I only ask you see past Trubaldsome's lies." Kaguro says a calm look on his face. Either his king will beleive him, or he will be punished.

[billybobfred]

(( I wish to join this most interesting game. ))

A hooded figure stares at the castle in the distance. Yes, another hooded figure. Let's face it, it's a pretty standard trope.

A badass wind begins to blow, but the effect is ruined when a cute kitten rubs up against the figure's leg. He crouches down to scritch the cat behind the ears. "Why hello there, kitty."

Your name is SILAS APPLETON, and you are here on the advice of your GUARDIAN ANGEL. What will you do?
>Sneak into the royal treasury!

Under any other circumstances, such an outrageous command would be dismissed as an obvious joke. This time, however, Silas has already planned to do this very thing.

[King_of_the_weasels]

((Yay someone who's schizophrenic))

[filiusenox]

((

Yes, another hooded figure. Let's face it, it's a pretty standard trope.

Mine was the first though!!!...))

[thatkid]

OOC:
It's cool, Ghazkull. I probably would have been a bit more clear in explaining myself if I hadn't just spent an hour trying to explain 3.5 grapple rules to someone who's never so much as heard of roleplay before over Skype.

E: I may be going on a camping trip tomorrow. I don't know how long that will be, but my birthday is on sunday so there's a slim chance it will last through the weekend -- probably not though.
If said camping trip does take place, I won't get the chance to tell anyone because we'd be leaving on a last minute basis. So consider this my heads-up on that I guess.


Corv: The McKenzies flock to your banner, bringing with them a single regiment of regular infantry and a single parcel of land. (3) The McMurrays allow your envoy to return unharmed. They are willing to meet with you at a copse of trees atop a hill several miles to the west of their lands -- directly between McKenzie land and McMurray land -- in a week's time. Having paid the McKenzies to join you, you don't have a ducat worth of presents left, but you certainly have time to acquire it.

Meanwhile in Elbreth...

During Ochita's Audience

The King listens intently to the man before him, and then gives a small nod. "I welcome you to my court, Lord Ochita. It is always good to have another perspective on any matter."

Several Days After the Demon-Rampage...

(Trubaldsome 5) (Kaguro 5) King Erik takes in a deep breath, and then motions for his guardsmen to ensure that nobody leaves the room. "I have heard all that I need to hear. Please, allow me time to think these things over..." he says quietly before turning to a side room, accompanied by his advisors.

Once in the side room, the King turned about to face his advisors. "Well then, what are your thoughts on this situation? I've half a mind to believe that Lord Trubaldsome is as guilty as the General. How else would such information fall into his hands so easily, and why else would they be sending assassins after each other and their men?"

During an Indeterminate Time...

The King's Audience Chamber was empty when Drua was brought in. Instead, the Steward quickly ushered her into the strategy room beyond. There, the King sat alone. As Drua entered, he looked up from his mangled hand and cut to the chase: "I wish to know...if anything can be done to help my hand...recover."

During an Indeterminate Time at Night...

(Hooded Figure 6) You quickly make your way towards the castle, using the darkness as a cloak. You know nobody can see you, because nobody is better than you at stealth. You are simply the best there is. As you come towards one of the castle's servant entrances, you notice that the door is unlocked and quickly slip inside. The corridor is empty, and you quickly begin to make your way forward. However, as soon as you step away from the door it swings shut with an audible 'click'.
You're not getting out the same way you got in, and from the sound of it the kitchen staff is still awake.

[billybobfred]

Your attempt was a resounding success!  Too resounding, actually. You are now INSIDE THE CASTLE, but the door you used has LOCKED behind you.

Uh oh. ... Well, I'll worry about that when the time comes. For now...

>Move away from the kitchen staff!

Yeah, that's a good plan. Get somewhere deserted, and work from there.

You have absolute trust in your GUARDIAN ANGEL. It does not often speak to you, but it has never lead you wrong. As long as you seek the MYSTIC BLUE GEM OF AKNOR, all will end well.

[Knave]

The Grand Master had listened to all the arguments quietly and frankly he was not convinced one way or the other of either man's innocence.

“It is clear that neither man has much love for the other. This alone makes all their accusations suspect. The accusations levelled against the General if true, are grave indeed though. And I see little reason for Erika to gain to level them. However It seems almost too convenient that the assassin was burned beyond recognition all but his sigil that is, considering Trubalsome used his sword on him. Very queer.”

He let the last remark sink in as he pondered.  Resting a gloved hand on his bearded chin, stroking it thoughtfully.

 “It's clear that this feud needs to end if they are both to remain on your council. I would suggest a minor sentence to both of them for conduct unbecoming of a gentlemen. Lashes perhaps. I would suggest that the General should marry Erika as well, do the proper thing in the eyes of God. But considering your cousin's... condition, it may not be received well by her.”

[Yoink]

((Oh, you snuck in a post before me. Well, just consider this happening sometime between the main trial and the present, then... I guess. ))

"What?!" As usual, Trubaldsome's voice echoed down the hallway outside his room, causing the guard now posted there to shift uneasily.
"Why did you not tell me of this before?!" Trubaldsome was standing behind his desk, his hands leant upon it as he glared, shocked and annoyed, at Waery, who was quickly mumbling excuses.
"Well m'lord, ye was busy with th' whole trial thing, eh, an' I'd not want t' interrupt ye..."
He trailed off as Trubaldsome waved the words away with one gold-glinting hand, then stepped out from behind his desk. "Well, Waery, I am disappointed you did not tell me as soon as you learnt, but still... This is good news."
In uncharacteristic good humour, Trubaldsome clapped Waery on the shoulder, grinning briefly before turning to move back to his desk, taking up a pinch of snuff from the bejewelled box on the table, no-doubt to help his thought processes along.
His slight, excited smile was replaced by a thoughtful frown as he looked over the night-time city from his window.
"However... There is still the small matter of..." His lip curled upwards at the corner, bearing teeth in a silent snarl.
"My brother."
He shook his head agitatedly as though to clear it, the turned from the window and moved over to take a seat in his armchair, pausing to stuff his snuffbox into a large, velvet pocket along the way.
"Very good, Waery. Thank you. Now leave me, I must ponder these things..."
Waery left as the young lord raised a hand, taking a meditative sniff of the silken handkerchiefs that burst from his embroidered, brass-buttoned sleeve like streamers.

[King_of_the_weasels]

((and the alchemist is taken from both of their custody and entrusted to Terenos, so that he's far far away from the city.  To valuable to kill, to expensive to keep. Not to put words into the kings mouth.))

[Knave]

((and the alchemist is taken from both of their custody and entrusted to Terenos, so that he's far far away from the city.  To valuable to kill, to expensive to keep. Not to put words into the kings mouth.))

((Just don't give him to Black, or he'll end up as the fuel to his own fire ))

[King_of_the_weasels]

((indeed.))

[Mr. Pompular]

((If the plot keeps thickening at this rate, soon we'll be choking on it. ))

As Pompulion stands within this dead land memories flash through his eyes of the time when he made the ultimate sacrifice. He thought back on his youth, always hungry for more power and how he was still hungry for more power. He put that thought aside as it dawned on him, 'Curses, a three-season travel for this, I should've as well stayed home if I wanted to see more dead land.' Then as he heard the hunting call, the scowl on his face changed into that of a smirk. His childhood did serve for something, as the art of gaining followers was natural to him. He pulled out two daggers from within his suit and stuck them upon his belt, as he snuck to the ground. Wherever man hunts, there is a beast that can elude him, and it's head makes a great bargaining utensil.

-For later reference he calls the land, The Plains of Mourning

Pompulion crawls upon the ground, acting as if he is injured to attract predators.