Thread: Stranger things.....(Razgriz x Lady Bloody Ava)

Not in the slightest, my friend. This works out to be just dandy Charles watched contemptuously as the Elves rode off with their dead emissary wrapped up for whatever they did with their dead a smirk crossed his face at the thought of how many times that would need to be done. He would make sure to kill ten Elves for every human that had fallen to their wretched hands those heathens deserved that much, and justice for this atrocity would be done to those who had taken from them someone most precious. Not just to the King, but the former Lucius Beauregard II was a man to the people his often eloquent speech captured the hearts and souls of men and women alike. The words would flow like fine wine, able to take even the dreariest of news and make it seem far less imposing. Charles helped hoist Lucius' corpse onto his own horse the scout party then rode off to tell the King what had happened. King Richard sat in his throne room, eagerly awaiting news anything, even an inkling of what was going on. Suddenly, a page came in, shouting the scouting party had returned. Richard himself stood up, seeing the band of Knights enter the room, Charles himself carrying the body of his most trusted emissary. He'd felt like someone had shot him in the heart the good King fell to his knees, a look of disbelief on his face. Lucius, friend and emissary to the King of Evugid, lay dead with his arms crossed over his chest, the royal induction dagger presented to him clutched between his hands with the blade facing towards his waist. What happened? Richard then demanded Charles knelt before him, his helmet now on the floor beside his right foot as he replied, It was the Elven emissary, Sire. Killed in cold blood he was. Those godless heathens murdered him for trying to help our nations avoid war! We cannot let this go unanswered! Richard straightened up, his tone less sad and now carrying far more determination behind every syllable, No, we cannot. And we shall not! If it is war the Elves want, it is war the Elves shall have! He then directed orders to those deemed worthy of carrying out the task. Oswyn, prepare a burial service for Lucius. Have messages sent to his acquaintances and loved ones that he has passed away he then directed to a brown-robe-clad, balding man the bard bowed and left for his task. Gerard, have messages sent out by carrier hawk to the other towns war is upon us, and every citizen must be prepared for the worst. The man was then promptly dismissed to tend to his task it would be quite the chore arranging for all these messages to be sent, but the glory of the King, he would get it done. He then looked to Charles and said, As for you, take your men and try to get in contact with the Dwarven Clans near the Fiery Plains we're going to need their assistance. And be sure to inform King Orrin that we'll have supplies ready to treat his ailment. Charles then bowed, placing the helmet on his head and taking his men with him to do as the King asked. Richard would spend the next couple of hours getting messages out, having the Knights of Evugid arm themselves for battle, and making sure that all necessary supplies were stockpiled. Once it was all said and done, he was left alone for the moment once the allegiances had been confirmed and everything else had been taken care of, then the real work would commence. Sitting with his advisers almost every waking hour of the day was not something he particularly looked forward to, but he knew the Elves were ready for war, which meant he had to be as well.