Formendacil wrote:"Meanwhile, we had may as well travel together to the palace, since those two seem to have no need of our company. I've never been here before, so I hope you know where you're going."
Japheth turned away and entered Ajaxx’s tent. The Commander-General was already rolling up parchments and placing them in a chest. He looked over his shoulder and allowed himself a smiled.
“This be a grand day, Japheth, a grand day indeed.”
"Release her." Said Caimlin when he saw the state of things. It wasn’t his intention to make war and he didn’t want to alienate the locals.
“What’s your name miss?”
Name and rank that’s all you were supposed to give when taken captive. She knew it.
“Natali.” She said “seventh talon.”
Formendacil wrote:"Sir Aethelred Dractor and Baron Jayko Falconensis are cordially invited to attend a ball to be held this evening in honour of Viscount Bernard Quorandis, and his role in the restoration of the Empire."
So a couple of hours later, just before the Ball was supposed to start, Elwen came down to Sir Dractor's room to say good-bye. She was decked out in a beautiful blue ballroom gown, and her crown had been polished to a brilliant lustre. It seemed that the crown was permanently affixed to her head, as it had shown no signs of coming off since leaving the Old Ruins.
Elwen made her way down to the ballroom, where her escort waited.
Formendacil wrote:Both of them fell silent as neither could think of anything to say. Then Elbadar cleared his throat.
"You, ah, might want to go hunt Elwen down. It looks like the dance is over."
Robin Hood wrote:The elf just shook his head and walked down the wharf. Aiden immediately followed and the two were soon swallowed up by the fog.
Formendacil wrote:It was a bit of a tearful good-bye (at least where Sir Dractor was concerned. It didn't seem that Elwen had fully forgiven Jayko), but it was soon over, and the two knights were making their way down to the harbour, while Elwen made her way down to the ballroom, where her escort waited.
Dragoman wrote:grid: S-1
Even closer to this mystery island, 40 feet still before being able to take good footing on something that had not been walked on for many sentries...
and for good reason too...
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