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Post by Ringulf on Apr 6, 2010 15:00:59 GMT -5
***In a Chateau southwest of La Rivage in a seaside town.***
The two experienced mariners strained as they held themselves in a kneeling bow, their eyes both averted to the black marble floor.
"You may rise my good captains and see to your orders immediately, I want to be able to depart at a moments notice."
The voice was very even and reserved but held in its very essence an implied command and a veiled threat in the face of failure.
The two officers rose to their feet and looked at the tall man seated on a great, carved chair of black ebony and red mahogany. All around them were curtains of some golden shimmery material and upon the draperies was the device of a black two headed eagle. They lifted there eyes to see the man upon the dias piercing them with his fixed hawk-like gaze.
"You may go." said the man and they spun on their heels and as quickly as practicable left the audience chamber, replacing their helmets on their heads as the passed through the carved wooden arch that marked the rooms entrance.
The dark figure stroked his long pointed goatee and mustaches pensively and finally called for his scenechal,
"Marcel! make preparations for a short sea voyage I will need you to turn out my special guard, Issue the new crossbows to each man along with the standard equipment."
He rose and moved to a balcony window overlooking the harbor and smiled slyly.
"We are going on a fishing trip, this time I mean to catch a trophy fish for my collection!"
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Post by Brandwyn on Jul 27, 2010 20:56:51 GMT -5
(Prelude to "Out of the Frying Pan" thread)
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