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11 Vhalar 716
The polished stone walls looked as if they had been painted gold under the fire of torchlight, and blood red curtains lined the room, keeping any natural light from penetrating the chamber. This was the Royal throne room, hundreds of years old, weathered and sleepy like the damaged city below. The Ouroboro Knights stood guard, one positioned in front of every heavily veiled window, their helms shadowing keen eyes from view. Through their layers of golden armour and thick, cream fabrics, they appeared like statues, scarcely breathing.
The floors of coloured marble were patterned from front to back, and an array of comfortable looking, red leather chairs lined the head of the throne room either side of the King's chair. Nobles and royals alike gathered here often to discussion the status of the realm, and few commoners ever saw beyond the wooden doors. Relaxed on the throne, the auburn haired boy sat in his finery, his legs covered by a thick blanket of black and gold that had been tucked in around his waist. Dark under circles made the young man appear slow and lethargic, his lack of animation doing little to discourage unwanted opinion or concern.
To the king's left, Emerson Sands, the young Empress of Rynmere, sat with a dangerous looking black snake wrapped around her neck and right arm, his red cousin coiled about her left leg, tongue flicked out against her bare ankle as if to taste the air. She wore golden slippers, a while, long sleeved dress with a long slit up either side that stopped at the hips, and a gold gilding, belts, bracelets, and the likes. Soft, yellow hair was slicked back against her head and fashioned into a neat victory rolls, and blue eyes, framed in black, looked straight ahead at the newest arrivals. Emerson did not seem disheartened by the amount of people they had seen this morning, not like the man to the King's right, and her equal, David Krome.
The Emperor was jaded, and sat hiding a yawn behind his raised hand, jet black hair loose and fashioned into long, smooth waves that curled in towards his neck where they touched his collar and shoulders. His attire covered a lot more skin, tight, black pants and a long, embroidered tunic covering a lot more of him than Emerson's dress did in her. He got to his feet as the new group entered and unrolled a scroll to summon forth those who would be seen next.
"Lady Elyna Burhan, and Squire Aeon of Warrick, His royal majesty, Cassander Renault, first of his name, and rightful King of Rynmere, has summoned you this morning to be judged by he and his council to determine whether or not your actions in last session's civil war, were honourable or unjust, and thus reward a fitting penance. Please step forward and address the King in your own time to explain your actions and plead your case." David closed the scroll and gestured to the floor a few feet from their seats before returning to his own.
Cassander's eyes found Aeon first, to make sure it was the king the young man gazed upon and not the Empress of Rynmere. "Lady Elyna," he turned his attention on the dark haired woman. "Step forward, you have much to explain."
They had been stripped of their weapons at the entrance to Andar Castle, had they been foolish enough to show up with any, and escorted by the royal guard to the throne room. Now they stood, ready to be judged, Elyna, charged with murdering a fellow noble in cold blood, and Aeon for the theft of a Volareon. Each would have their chance to speak, but the King did not look to be in a forgiving mood.
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At twenty-five arcs old and soon to become a Mother, Elyna had hoped she was beyond childish awes and fear; apparently not. There was something sinister about the dark room on what should have been a bright day. She couldn’t help but wonder if the line of silent guards and the drawn curtains were simply the staging. Disguises to help a young King remain at arm’s length and command the respect of those who entered. Whether that was the simple intention or a simple preference of taste, it worked. Since the moment her blade had slid into the neck of her Uncle, Elyna had expected the summons. The hope, as always had been, that if she had simply kept her head down and carried on working then they would have forgotten. They had not.
Dressed in a dress of forest green, her hair had been braided and then neatly pinned up and off of her neck. The dress was loose and fell in an empire line from beneath her bust, disguising for the most part the curve of her middle and otherwise undeniable pregnancy. She didn’t wear a belt and hadn’t bought anything with her. The weather remained kind and so she hadn’t even needed a cloak. Though she regretted the decision now, wishing she could hide within the folds of something similar. A plain piece of black cloth had been tied around her neck in a thin band of mourning. As they were announced she looked to her side and smiled at dusty-haired young man beside her, hoping to offer comfort and support.
It was then that she forced herself to walk forward between the lines of statuesque Ouroboro Knights. The flickering of firelight on their golden armour did more to animate them than their own living blood. They could have been animated phantoms within. What she could sense from them all however, is that they were ready to pounce and protect the King.
Reaching the designated tile in the flooring, Elyna halted her approach and hoped Aeon would do the same. She pulled her dress and dipped into a slight curtsey, finding the motion difficult with her balance thrown by the changes in her body. As she straightened she met the gaze of the King himself before her eyes flicked to his companions and she wished she’d never looked. Snakes. Her eyes lit first on the black then the red serpents and the colour drained from already pale skin. Hands that had been trembling were clenched and hidden behind her back. There was the sound of roaring waves. The King was speaking, or was it David Krome? But she couldn’t make out the words above the scream of the ocean and the sense that the world was sand being washed away beneath her feet.
How could she watch the snakes, and pay her due respects? Mouth dry, she licked cracked lips and summoned every scrap of willpower she could muster in order to look away from the two creatures. With a shudder she fixed her eyes on the throne and tried to piece together what had been said, and what had been requested of her.
They wanted to hear a story. She could not step forward, or any closer to the serpents by choice. No matter how much she wanted to. The Skyrider cleared her throat and let out a careful breath.
“When I joined the Skyriders of Xiur, I swore an oath. I swore to protect Rynmere, her interests and the Crown. Your Majesty, though the crown changes hands and heads I, along with everyone else who has sworn to duty, remain bound to it. Duty doesn’t fade with the seasons, and loyalty to the crown will always pass to those who wear it, even over family and the bonds of blood,” if her eyes were a little shadowed it was because she had barely slept. Elyna wasn’t one to speak often or loud, and less so to declare so much and throw out her words to public scrutiny. The summons had arrived though and she had suspected the questions that would come. So she had tried to collect her thoughts in advance and to understand them herself at least. After all, if she couldn’t understand them, then how could anyone else?
She brushed the back of her hand against her face and forced herself to keep looking up, though the temptation to stare the toes of her own boots was overwhelming, “as you are aware, I was sent to Burhan to watched my Uncle and report on what I found. I was sent under the pretence of preparing for marriage to Marcus Krome, an arrangement to strengthen Veljorn’s alliance.”
The young woman wasn’t sure that she should be breaking the silence of her secret agreement with Peake, but now seemed as good a time as any and as far as she knew, the King had been the only other person aware of her mission.
“I failed in my task,” she looked down, picking out the pattern of marble in the floor, “Veljorn’s forces did not believe I had return to continue wedding preparations to Marcus and I became futile to your cause. Veljorn had amassed a great army and he was willing to destroy Andaris to have his chance at the throne. He would have killed every man, woman and child within the city walls and from coast to coast if necessary,” she let out a slow breath and looked up once more, “I am aware that I acted without the heat of battle in my veins, and not in self-defense. I believe though, that I acted in the defense of the people of Rynmere. I hate to see life wasted, your majesty. There are too many dangers in this world for us to turn on each other in civil war and as I explained,” she swallowed, “I will uphold my oath.”
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The boy in Cassander did not like being reminded that the black crown upon his head might not always remain there, and that the loyalty of the people would follow it rather than him. His soft features registered his silent disdain for all of a moment before he steeled himself against such thoughts. If only all members of the Iron Hand were as loyal to Rynmere as this one, he must remind himself. The King leaned to his right and David hurriedly bowed to lend an ear. The boy's lips moved, but his voice held no echo in the throne room, especially at a whisper.
David wrestled with one of his scrolls quickly and murmured something in a hushed tone of voice, giving council where he could. "You were already married before you set off for Burhan, Lady Elyna, as the public record shows, to a..." the King paused, having already forgotten the name, one David swiftly reminded him of.
Cassander blinked and sounded a little surprised, not by his own voice but the words he uttered. "Ser Malcolm Krome, aged sixty seven this arc?" He looked the woman up and down, there was no denying she was with child to someone, and he dreaded to think it might be the old man who's name was recorded in black ink on the old parchment David held. "Lord Marcus' father?" This story just got interesting, or strange, the boy's knitted brow seemed to suggest.
The Emperor leaned forward to let the King in on an oversight by the two of them, and Cassander laughed. "The survivor of Ymiden's tournament?" He didn't only sound, but looked shocked. "He's sixty seven?"
David cleared his throat, calling for clam. "By our records, your majesty."
Cassander raised a hand and coughed behind it, probably in an attempt to conceal a disobedient smile. "And as for your actions?" Cassander pinned Aeon with a cold stare.
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11th of Vhalar, arc 716
Aeon knew it would come, and so he wasn't surprised when the Ouroboro guards came for him in the middle of the streets. His decisions were finally being questioned, and all he could wonder was why did it take them so long. The battle was more than twenty trials ago, and every day Aeon's hopes went more and more up that his actions would be forgotten. He wore a black velvet cloak that covered almost all of his scars, and carried no weapon. He had none since his longsword broke from the fiery jaws of the monster. All he had were training weapons with dull blades, and considering he was still off-duty, he wasn't allowed to use them.

As the voice came for them, the young squire could see the woman, which was the woman that killed the so called Dragon King, there was no doubt, smile at him, smile comfortingly, and yet Aeon believed that she was the one that needed someone to smile at her the most. In his opinion, she wasn't even supposed to be there, and now that she was, all of them, along with those snakes should have been thanking her. She was the reason Cassander still wore the crown, and yet those douches that never actually exited the castle in the heat of battle couldn't get over their egos.

Unlike what seemed to be every person in the room, Aeon wasn't all dressed-up. He wasn't pretty-looking with only his attitude to ruin everything, it was the opposite. He kept smiling through, the entire time, the smile could be found on his face. He wouldn't let the smile go, seeing how it was his one torch in the middle of the dark room. He felt as though without his smile he wouldn't see a thing, and so he never stopped smiling. The very trill Cassander's eyes left Aeon's, the young squire looked upon the snakes going around the beautiful woman. It fascinated the young man how she let the snakes go up and around her, without a single drop of fear or concern on her face.

As he gazed into the Empress' eyes, Aeon made sure he was closely listening to every word the Lady next to him said. She viewed the situation almost the same as the young squire did, but his perception was just a tiny bit more immature and younger. He gave his future word a lot of thought, for probably the first time in his life, as his gaze shifted between the gorgeous woman and the statue-like creatures that stood near the King. The discipline they must have had was immense, being able to stand in the same spot for ours, not moving or talking at all. Then, the hazel eye of the blond man went to the windows, now red like the battlefield they kept hearing about.

Even though his ears were focused solely on Elyna's words, he managed to not hear what the King said. It was because of the lack of life in the sounds which exited him, that Aeon had mistaken his words for the sound of shoes moving across the painted floors, or wind howling just outside the castle. Once he saw the eyes of the Boy King attempting to pierce his, he raised the shield that was his smile and looked straight back at the King, with a warm feeling circling his only eye. The hole that was once his left eye was now covered by the beautifully-made black patch. The patch was not enough to hide the rest of his scars, as the left side of his face was covered entirely by the red meat which wouldn't let the skin grow over it. Aeon felt bad for not being able to hide those scars, not nearly as well as he hid all the scars on his arms, on his back, on his legs, and the fact that his entire left hand was missing. He kept his arms behind his back, and within the comfortable fabric of the black cloak. On the left side of it, one could clearly see a blue dragon.

The young squire stepped up as he coughed once, and quickly after returned the hand he covered his mouth with behind his back. If Elyna payed attention, she could've easily noticed that Aeon's left hand wasn't there, that was if she hadn't known it beforehand. "Like Lady Burhan said, majesty. I swore an oath to protect the people of this country, no matter the sacrifices I had to make. I acted based on that oath, and everything I did since I swore that oath was only meant to uphold it. But during the battle for Andaris city, I failed. I took the Volareon with one simple reason. To save the people that were still in lowtown, and that is not the decision I regret. I failed, however, at completing my mission, as I got beaten by the monster that the rebels brought with them. And because of it, people died." He said, trying to talk as slowly as possible, only to keep his yellow head completely straight, and to not get emotional. The young squire needed to be careful with his words, as the snakes, both human and animal, observed him with that look that made mortals freeze. They wanted him to fall, and he knew it.

"But Lady Burhan didn't." Aeon said, interrupting anything and anyone that meant to make a sound after his previous monologue. "She is the reason the walls of the city are still where they were an arc ago, she is the reason there are citizens within those walls that still praise you as their ruler, majesty. She is the reason all of you still have your heads on your shoulders, and even though I have faith that you will judge me wisely, Lady Burhan shouldn't even be judged, she should be thanked." He said, just as well as he practiced it. She murdered a fellow noble, and yet, Aeon didn't feel uncomfortable around her. She was a hero, because by taking one life, she saved thousands, including the lives of everyone that stood in the red-windowed room. And if none of the people sitting at their own separate thrones could see that, then Aeon would just feel content with leaving their service, and never coming back.
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The boy king sat with a face of stone, unmoved by the man's words, in fact, there were several occasions in which he had thought to say something and did not. Aeon had sworn no oath to king or country as he had not yet be bestowed the title of sergeant, which was equal to a knighthood within the Iron Hand. The only promises an airman made was to his commanding sergeant, one Aeon had failed the moment he took a Volareon without permission, and almost got himself killed as a result.
It was not this, however, but the young man's pigheaded arrogance that stirred a reaction from the king, who leaned forwards on his throne and stared right at the one eyed man. "Lady Burhan killed one man, while his sword was sheathed. A battle is not won or lost over the life of one man, the city after all, was almost taken following his death. Don't be so naive as to believe Veljorn's death is a means to an end. His army will gather strength, crown a new false king, and return with far greater numbers. All Lady Burhan did was paint a giant target on her back for any of the rebels who still secretly reside in the city."
Emerson had felt the man's eye on her and raised a lacy, black fan to shield her face. All men in Rynmere were forbidden to gaze upon her face, even the king himself dare not look for fear of the bad luck that followed a too-long glance, or simple brush of skin on skin. "My king, perhaps you will permit young Aeon of Warrick to accompany me to the temple to restore that which has been taken?"
"Aeon is free to visit the temple at a time of his choosing and seek out one of the monks to return the gift or sight or grip to him," Cassander agreed, but would not allow the man to accompany Emerson, not on this day.
Cassander removed his blanket and picked up his wooden crutch in order to get to his feet. His left leg had been crushed just before the battle had commenced, and it would be some time before he was healed completely. David also got to his feet and picked up a sea-green cushion and a polished blade of extravagant quality. A golden rope had been tied about the hilt, and from it hung a small, silver wing of sculpted metal.
The king approached Aeon and pinned the silver wing to the man's breast before David presented Aeon with the brand new longsword. "For your selfless act of bravery during the war of Saun," Cassander spoke, "I grant you the title of sergeant and gift you the favoured weapon of Ser Verne Andaris. Now you may swear your oath," the auburn haired boy smiled, if only for a second.
David looked at the man a while before encouraging him to bend a knee. "Repeat after me," the emperor coached. "I, Aeon of Warrick, swear fealty to his royal majesty, and rightful king of Rynmere, Cassander Renault, and hereby vow to uphold the ideals of the fates, defend the people, stay the hand that is cruel, and be just in all actions upon pain of forfeiture, from this trial until my last."
"And to you, Lady Burhan, I bestow the title of captain, and pray you accept my gift, which shall be delivered to your dwelling at sun down this evening," Cassander lowered his voice as he pinned two silver wings to sit above the one the woman already wore, and took a step back from her. "You are a hero in the eyes of the people, as made clear by Ser Aeon's testament this trial, and will have your pick of the sergeants and majors within the Iron Hand. May the fates shine upon you both, you have my gratitude, and my respect."
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Elyna flinched to hear what Aeon had done and more so when the young man stepped forward to defend her against the wishes of the King. She opened her mouth to help him and half reached out to pull at his coat sleeve and stop him speaking, but it was too late and his piece was said. The woman bit the end of her tongue to stop from speaking out. When it came to superior officers, it was best to let them have their say. To save the argument to the very end, it was a technique that came from experience and many failed arguments. She could almost hear the intake of breath from the guard lining the walls. Shock that the young man would speak out against the King and his judgement. She wanted to help him, and she promised herself that she would. He’d made sacrifices for his cause, whether the actions had been noble of misguided surely he had suffered enough?
Topic returned to her own misdeeds and she remained standing, rigidly to attention. The King was right and it frightened her. A target on her back was one thing, a target on an unborn child was another. It was in danger before he’d even drawn breath or seen the sun. The army would rally again and it would return and she was a clear target. An easy, vulnerable target who lived beyond the city walls. She continued to bite her tongue and hold back the fear that threatened to overwhelm. They wouldn’t send her running home to her Parents. It would be worse in Burhan and she’d never felt at home in the Andaris house.
There was relief when Emerson offered Aeon a reprieve from his injuries, her heart leapt with hope for the young man. When the King stood, her pity extended to the second young man. His leg had been damaged and she couldn’t help but feel responsible. With eyes carefully averted from the serpents she held her breathe as judgement was bestowed on the young man and a smile spread over her features, pleased for him. Only to vanish as the King returned his attention to her.
Her mouth fell open in surprise and she found that she blinked quickly, eyes dropping to the fresh wings on her lapel. The ground shifted beneath her feet once more before she remembered to breathe. She pulled in a breath, lightheaded and glanced at the sandy-haired man beside her. She took the opportunity to lean closer to the young man, a man who had risked his own life for the realm, "you are my King, and I am grateful for any assistance I have been able to offer you...and grateful for the life of Malcolm Krome," she swallowed as she withdrew, "he's older than he looks." She kept her voice lowered and kept between the pair of him.
They were effectively dismissed and she bowed her head, “thank you, your Majesty…I remain…I-" she swallowed the lump in her throat, “I remain honoured and humbled to serve Rynmere and her crown,” She straightened and withdrew a few steps before turning, gesturing for Aeon to follow before anyone could notice the water behind her eyes. He had given her a way to survive. A command of her own. Two Majors, Sergeants…
As soon as they were free of the imposing throne room, Elyna reached out for the young man beside her.
“Aeon?” She offered him a cautious smile, “I don’t know if you are brave, or just foolish but there would always be space for you in my command. Think on it, let me know.”
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11th of Vhalar, arc 716
The king didn't seem to like Aeon's boldness, and yet Cassander didn't strike the young squire as a person who would punish those he simply didn't like. No matter how young and lifeless he looked, he still appeared to be a reasonably good king, one that would listen to the voice of his people if it was ever required from him. The man's eyes weren't filled with arrogance, nor just pure disgust when looking at Aeon, and it was truly a nice sight for the one-eyes man.

Just as he was about to produce a sound regarding the King's comments, the Empress seemed to know what he wanted to do, and so she stopped him from making a rash and reckless decision. Aeon had no clue what the temple talk was about, and could it really restore his hand? At what cost? He heard little of magic, but he knew that its practitioners went man without much trouble. Did the king really trust those monks with magic, even though he knew what the cost might have been? It was a question for another day, another place, and the young squire decided to drop it as he once more looked upon the woman's soft skin. It took the Emperor's rise to wake up the young one from his daydreaming.

Aeon could barely notice the sword the man carried, as the King himself approached him. It wasn't exactly what Aeon had thought it would be. It wasn't anything the young squire thought it would be, in fact, as he thought he was about to get dismissed from the Iron Hand, perhaps even thrown into a dungeon. Not only because of the theft of the Volareon, but for disregarding the King's judgement. And yet, Aeon was even more frightened than if he was thrown into jail. His heart raced as he knelt only to look upon the Boy King's eyes as he awarded Aeon his silver wings. They felt surprisingly heavy, heavier than expected, as they weighed down his entire heart to the points where even his eyes started melting. If one observed very closely, the small drops of liquid could be seen under the hazel eyes, but the tears never dropped through Aeon's face.

Just as the oath was mentioned, and David Krome said the very first word of it, Aeon said it too, quickly getting past the point in which the Emperor was at. The young squire-turned-sergeant swore this oath already. Not to the king, not to the nobles, but to himself and to the people. He swore it every night as he closed his eyes. He swore it every morning as the first light started shining. The oath was the code of his life, it was the one thing that made true sense, and the one thing Aeon could always look at for guidance. It was the thing that made Ryqos and himself bond so well, seeing how they both believed the oath wasn't made to be swore to the nobles, nor to the people, it was meant to remind yourself of who you are and who you should be, should you ever stray from your path.

"I, Aeon of Warrick, swear fealty to his royal majesty, and rightful king of Rynmere, Cassander Renault, and hereby vow to uphold the ideals of the fates, defend the people, stay the hand that is cruel, and be just in all actions upon pain of forfeiture, from this trial until my last." Every word of it came straight from the young sergeant's heart, and into the air, as he kept saying every word of the oath just before the Emperor could. Aeon knew the oath, he learned it through hard work and spilled blood and sweat, unlike the long-haired individual in front of him. He didn't memorize the oath only so he could repeat it to every new knight, the oath was a part of him, branded on his soul.

As Aeon was granted the blade and it's sheath, he rose to his feet as a Skyrider Sergeant. He was truly impressed that both himself and the Lady of Burhan received rewards that came from the King's good side, and he was even happier to know that he, at least, helped secure the fact that the woman got her promotion. If she was punished, and he rewarded, the young man would not be able to deal with it. He couldn't just go on and forget about it, seeing how he was the one that deserved punishment much more than Elyna. She thanked the King rather loudly, unlike Aeon, who barely spoke the words of gratitude and nodded, as his body was still in the process of handling the shock.

As Elyna gestured for the young one to follow her out after their dismissal, Aeon couldn't help but notice that she was rushing to get outside. He felt the same, as he took one last look at the statues with blood flowing through them across the room. Then, just as he exited behind the woman, he turned once more, only to see the Empress' eyes piercing his own. He must have been mistaken, he would've easily seen it wrong, because of his vision still being rather blurred.

Brave or foolish, Aeon thought. He never considered himself brave, even though many told him he was, and the case was the same with foolishness. All the young sergeant wanted was to help, and yet helping people was often so much more difficult than it seemed. People would think that saving a person from a beast was all that made a hero, but Aeon began realizing how wrong all of those people were. He wasn't a hero just because he saved that poor man's life back that day. He wasn't a hero, because he let people die because of his mistakes. Being a hero meant saving everyone within your capabilities, and he did not do that.

"Lady, you are truly someone I look at only with respect and gratitude, and I would be honored to serve under you, but I am not sure I am fit at this moment. I will remember your offer, however." He smiled, with a bit of self-pity running along his lips. Aeon wasn't sure he was even fit to be in the Iron Hand, and he needed a break from it all. He needed to get away, to think about his future, seeing how his hand was still missing, and it wasn't going to grow back. Where was he even heading towards, at that moment?
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Elyna's gratitude was genuine, if not a little hasty, whereas there had been none from the boy who had just been gifted a sword worth four times what most other knights possessed. Entitlement was an ugly trait too many of the young held dear, and Cassander and David shared a glance, as if the same thought had crossed their minds simultaneously. They let the pair leave in silence and when David asked the king if he would like to see anyone else, the boy shook his head and slumped down on his throne, having grown tired of the morning's proceedings.
"My king, something troubles you."
"Something indeed," Cassander echoed.
"Was it the boy, his stare was very... heavy."
"The people of Rynmere do no respect me, nor do they respect my council, did you see the way he talked over David, his commanding officer?"
"He was young, my king, you must look for the best in others," Emerson told him.
"It is difficult when they seek only the worst in me."
"Time, your majesty, give it time."


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Location: Rynmere Throne Room
Emerson Sands: Fond of snakes
Rynmere: A Knight's Oath
Qe'Dreki: Likely to hunt you down
Malcolm: Sixty-seven by city record
Cassander: Will say his piece last
Aeon: Doesn't believe himself worthy of your captainship
Aeon: Lost a hand and an eye
Aeon: Made Sergeant by King Cassander

Fame: +2 promoted
Loot: Volareon

Story: 5/5
Collaboration: 3/5
Structure: 5/5

Aeon


Knowledge

Location: Rynmere Throne Room
Rynmere: A Knight's Oath
Qe'Dreki: Down but not out
Elyna: Made Captain by King Cassander
Malcolm Krome: Elyna's Husband
Cassander: Not as bad as they say
Cassander: Rightful King of Rynmere
David Krome: Emperor of Rynmere
Emerson Sands: Empress of Rynmere

Fame: +2 promoted
-2 failed to follow the emperor's commands
-2 looked Emerson Sands in the eye
-2 spoke against the king
Loot: Extravagant longsword

Story: 5/5
Collaboration: 3/5
Structure: 4/5

Comment: Sorry it was so short guys, that's on me, I always rush to the juicy parts and don't tend to do much build up. Elyna was very true to character as always, and I love that even though she feels betrayed and disappointed in Malcolm, she still kind of stood up for him, and said thank you to the king to sparing his life. Aeon was so rude, oh my goodness, I actually was genuinely stunned by his actions, especially in the second post. It's very rare to get an audience with the king and I don't think he will see a second any time soon after that display. Still, always enjoyable to reward hard working players and you have both made such huge progress in the last season. Aeon I took a point in structure because your posts could do with a read through (edit), as there were quite a few mistakes, things you could easily pick up by reading the posts out loud. Thanks for writing with me you two! Enjoy the rewards.
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