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| The Diplomat's Approach | |
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| Marwynn And Urn | Mar 22 2011, 02:41 PM Post #1 |
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The idea of diplomacy was less than thrilling to the once-battlethirsty general Marwynn. But the order of the Primus was not to be disobeyed, he knew all too well a High Justicator would sooner disobey a God to whom he was deacon of the church. Marching with his lieutenant Urn close at his side, and a small horse and buggy of their supplies and belongings, he came to a hilltop overlooking the distant stone structure where the two were destined to entreat with the ruling powers. Marwynn was veiled in A well-kept white robe covering the gold-trimmed white orchalcium armor famously employed by Cranyir's high authority. Urn's cloak matched his own, though it's embroidery was less intricate, and trimmed in silver. "M'lord, it's been three days of travel, but I doubt we may best the sun in a footrace, even so close to the final threshold." The observant Urn referred to the sun's position low in the western sky with a gesture of his head. This caused a scowl to form upon the young Justicator's lips. "Seems you have a point, Urn. Can I trust you to stable the horse and move our things to the inn in the nearby town?" No answer passed the male's lips, merely the faint rustle of Urn's bowing and the turn of his heel as he set to the task immediately. Passing his superior silently, Urn descended the hill and vanished past the trees along the village pathway. Silent in the evening's glow, Marwynn stood atop the hill without word for minutes. Many things crossed his mind, but his face betrayed only a blank stare toward the faraway stones much closer than they had ever been in his life. In his eyes, a faint disappointment flashed as he slowly descended the hill toward the village at last. By the time he arrived at the inn, night had fallen. But he didn't stay with his lieutenant, rather he informed him that he planned to go for a walk, and took off into the night. Urn was left without choice but to await his return, as he had to safeguard their belongings. The Justicator proceeded in the night to the castle gates, inspecting them as though comparing them to those of F'lonne Castle where he resided in his homeland. Being a time of peace, they were open but watched from afar. Knowing well he may seem suspicious, he entered the courtyard anyways, making absolutely sure none of his armaments were displayed. His strange curiosity was peaceful in nature, even though the reason he decided to tour the grounds was out of a sort of frustration. This frustration was well-hidden beneath the naturally-flowing spiked waves of cherry blossom-colored hair which flowed to his shoulders in length. Ultimately he came to kneel before a fountain, peering into it's cool reflective surface into the stars. Slowly and unknowingly, he spoke to himself aloud. "...I feel it. I'm sure of it, this vibration... it's drawing me to this place. Could this also be a part of the Primus' plan..? It must be, why else would I be chosen for such a task. What role does this place have in all this..?" |
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