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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2015 18:50:55 GMT -8
The large circular room was like almost every other part of the city, white marble and stone. Only one window let light shine through, a blue glass skylight in the center of the room. Balconies lined the walls around the room. These led to the Magister's Forum. From there the Magisters could watch the King sentence prisoners or entertain diplomats. two doors besides the entrance were in the room. One, to the right, the King's Wing and the other to the War Room.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2015 15:06:24 GMT -8
King Jorech sat in his throne. He was exceedely bored and waited patiently for his daughter Nyx to send a report, hopefully stating that they had found another kingdom in the west instead of the barbarians and tribals that surrounded the kingdom. Most people knew to avoid the king when he was bored as he would force them to spar with him.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2015 7:56:17 GMT -8
A regular in medium armor entered the throne room. She held a note and a parcel. "My king." She slammed her fist to her chest and bowed her head, the Aaedanian salute. "These came for you, one not long after the other." She held the mail out for the king.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2015 7:58:45 GMT -8
Jorech took the packets and opened them, reading them quickly. The first was several maps of the west and a call for military aid. The second, a redaction of the request for military aid and a full report. "Send for my war council." The king stood from his throne and left to the war room.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 16:25:51 GMT -8
Jorech resumed his place on the throne.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 16:30:16 GMT -8
The king could feel slight thumping from outside his throne doors. They stopped just as they became loud enough to come from the other side, and after a slight pause the doors burst open with Bolton holding his hands out as to draw attention.
"Hello, White City!" he cried as he entered the throne room, lute in hand. The giantess followed behind silently.
"So, word on the vine is you wanted to see us! I'm flattered, really, and I assure you the songs I will play about this fight will be legendary!"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 16:39:11 GMT -8
The king stood. "I was wondering when a traveler would come and my men would send them to me. I see why they did so." Jorech was grinning like a madman. "You are right Blondy, I think this will be a good fight, if that is what you want." Something like this was exactly what Jorech needed, a good stress relief. He noticed the door guards looking into the room. "Well go get the others, you are free to watch."
The guards scurried off in different directions.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 16:51:21 GMT -8
"Me? Nonononono, I'm a lover, not a fighter. My companion here can vouch for that." Bolton said, gesturing to the giant behind him.
"He is correct. He is a terrible fighter." She replied. Bolton laughed.
"Ain't she something? Aramanth Aegis is her name, from a far away land ruled by giants! She trained for many years with the sword, learning to perfect the art of combat so that no one could possibly beat her! Truly the greatest warrior that ever lived!"
"Stop talking." Aramanth replied.
"Aw, but I'm building up your entrance-"
"I am thirsty. I want a drink and you waste air by speaking of me. The king does not care, nor do his men. You waste his time and mine with this ridiculous endeavor."
"ridiculous? Babe, c'mon, you love beat'n up people! It's what you live for! C'mon, you don't even have to take off the robe, you can clonk him out in round 1. Hell, I'll make bets on it- A hundred gold on my wife Aramanth The Immense!"
"I am not your wife!"
"Girlfriend, companion, lady I saw shower one time, same thing!"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 16:56:15 GMT -8
"Get the lady a drink. A big one if you would. No need for her to be parched before going into a fight."
In no time at all a couple of warriors rolled a barrel of mead in to the throne room. It was a perfect size for her to use it like a cup.
Jorech stood from his throne grabbing his axes that sat on either side of his throne. One a double bit axe, one a single bit. Both massive enough for the giant he was facing to use herself. "I am ready, when you are." He spoke, making direct eye contact, his glowing eyes shining blue.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 17:04:24 GMT -8
Aramanth sighed and shook her head. Calmly she grabbed the barrel and took a drink before spitting it out and looking inside the barrel. She removed her hood, showing a beautifully tanned woman with demonic red eyes and an angry stare that could disintegrate buildings with a single glance.
"This isn't water." She growled, looking at the king.
"Oooooh, yeah probably shoulda mentioned she's not a fan of ale. My bad, My bad." Bolton said nonchalantly as he walked to the side of the room. Aramanth crushed the barrel in her hand, turning it to splinters. Her teeth clenched in fury as she grabbed the hilt of her sword and pulled it from its scabbard. The blade was longer than the king was tall. In her other hand was a massive violet shield.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 17:11:16 GMT -8
"Well, at least your in the fighting mood." He snickered. His axes where ready to go and he was giving the giant first swing. He had already imagined that fighting her would be like fighting his father. She was sure to match his strength. That excited him.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 17:17:14 GMT -8
However, she didn't move. She kept the same intense stare, but remained motionless, her massive robe dwarfing the area around it in whiteness.
"What's wrong, babe?" Bolton called out as he strummed a few chords on his lute. "C'mon, you got this? He's a piece of cake! Remember that demon you took out in one hit? Oh! And that horde of goblins! All 600 of them! Hell, I bet I could take him on at this rate! Oh, oh, I know! I'll play your fave song! Yeah! That'll get you in the mood to duel!"
Bolton began to strum a quick melody on his lute, filling the air with a strong rhythm.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 17:25:12 GMT -8
"Well, if your want to fight, FIGHT!" Jorech leapt into the air actually coming to eye level with Aramanth. He swund the blunt end of his single bit axe at her face. He had no intion of scaring her face with his axe. He wanted a fun fight.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 17:39:16 GMT -8
The blunt end of the blade impacted Aramanth's skull, causing her to stagger back a few feet from the impact and creating a shockwave behind her that billowed her hair up. Soon after, however, she returned to her full height with a crack of her neck.
"You insult me by bringing me undrinkable swill," She said as she tightened her grip on her blade, "And you mock me with a backhand from your weapon? By the end of this, your crown will be around my middle finger!"
Aramanth raised her sword high above her hand and slammed it to the ground. The sheer force of the impact shattered the floor below and created a crack that shot towards the king at blinding speed and throwing dust from the granite into the air around it.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 17:58:20 GMT -8
Jorech landed on the floor infront of Aramanth, the insult was a genuine threat. I should have started out serious then.
Aramanth raised her sword high above her hand and slammed it to the ground.
Jorech was in perfect position. He crossed axes and blocked the attack. He dropped to a knee from the force but recovered into a sideways roll, and standing back up quickly. he noticed a new mark on his axes from the attack. "Wow... Your one tough woman." He waited for the giants move, planning to use his agility to dodge and counter.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 18:05:12 GMT -8
Aramanth scrapped the blade against the granite towards, sparking as it slashed at Jorech. Regardless if he dodges it or not, the quick and powerful movement of the blade crossing a crescent moon path to her side would create a shockwave of air that hit the wall to her side with enough force to throw papers and tables nearby up. Bolton's own tunic was ruffled, as he was on the wall nearby.
"Ohohoho, she's pissed." Bolton said as he adjusted his tunic. He remained leaning against the wall.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 18:19:17 GMT -8
Jorech jumped back to avoid the blade and thw ind took him, slamming him into the wall opposite Aramanth. The force knocked the wind out him. He hung his head low. "I would prefer your bard be quiet," he said quietly but raising his volume with each word, "He is a rather annoying background noise. Like bee buzzing in my ear!" He looked up, the color of his eyes streamed like smoke.
Several of the guards jumped in suprise and started to exit the room. "You, Bolton your name was, come with us and watch from outside the room."
The King was walking axes held out at either side. A head on march at Aramanth.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 18:24:48 GMT -8
"HE WILL REMAIN HERE" She roared, firing her blade at the king like a harpoon, flying forward at almost 80 miles an hour while the hilt remained in her hand. If it missed, it would impale itself against the wall behind him, a thick chain link rattling as it unraveled from the massive hilt of Aramanth's blade, each piece as thick as the king's hand.
"Well, king, hands are tied! Guess I'm hanging around." Bolton said as he leaned against the wall and continued playing his lute.
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Post by Cascabel on Sept 8, 2015 18:32:50 GMT -8
Before the guards could close the door, a roar could be heard. A pony sized blur dashed around the room before it landed in between the two fighters.
Her voice was confident, but did not have the usual booming tone dragons had. She was small, yes, but her fangs were bared at the intruder. "What say you, giant? Why intrude here of my pet's castle?" The golden dragon stomped her feet as her trail lashed back and forth. Her fangs dripped onto the granite, discoloring it. "Will you answer or die?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 18:36:26 GMT -8
The King deflected the blade with his single bit axe throwing it to his prey's right. "Not the time. She was invited. I just got serious Cascabel." He was grinning.
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