Thread: To Heed the Call [Kailen_Marrok/ DelightfulRevenge]

The wait was long, what had it been now... how long had he awaited in exile for a moment like this to come, eight or was it ten years now? By the gods it had been just past a decade since he had heard anything from his family, the royalty of his homeland. Yet, Kailen wondered... Why now... why do they come to me now? He spoke softly as his hand scratched the black scruff of his chin. He had been informed 3 days past that someone representing the royal family of his youth was on their way to meet with him, but why? Kailen was no fool, he knew that his home land was in dire need for some time now. Heh so the arrogance of my father and his cowardly lot have finally met a foe they could not buy... or perhaps... His voice trailed off in the cool gloomy hall, his dark green eyes searching, glancing about his fellow warlords as if they might speak up and give him a glimmer of what was happening. The bells rang loudly, announcing his guest of his homeland had arrived and Kailen stood slowly, his body hidden beneath armor and warm furred pelts that fought away the frigid winter cold that penetrated even these depths of his strong hold. His fellow warlords stood as well, the wild savage looking lot of murderous cut-throats and bandits... all mercenaries that flew his banner, the Banner of the Winter Wolf. All loyal to him, for he brought them victory and coin like no other had before him. Kailen looked to the left of him and smirked as the lovely savage northern whores laid about, his concubines, well dressed for the occasion though he thought their current attire a bit lacking for the weather. He shrugged while his grin widened, he cared little, only that they played their part as always. He looked to his right and nodded to his body guards whom quickly took position, nodding to each other and those dressed as servants, ready to defend him should his family had decided their usurping son finally needed to be put down. No... He doubted that, his family, the royal house of his homeland was in too dire of a situation to desire him dead, or so he had heard, mere rumors but then again that was all he had to go off of. Kailen smirked, his tall broad frame puffing up as he fought off the childish laughter that he was well known for... better safe than sorry, his father was a spite filled old fuck and he wasnt about to start taking risks now. He looked about the wooden and stone structure, all was as in order as could be. The old rebuilt fort of his sat along the bitter cold shores of the largest river in the area that lay not far from the sea line of the far north, almost as far as the world permitted man to live. Finally decorated with the wealth he had acquired over a decade of raiding and pillaging, of killing and taking... of sell-swording for whoever would hire him. M'Lord... your guests have been standing in the cold for... Yes yes far too long now... Kailen spoke quickly, finishing the old warlords sentence before continuing, Show out guests in and let them enjoy the warmth of my fire... He spoke loudly as he watched the sentries leave... Standing proudly with his hall full of his finest he awaited patiently to see who from his homeland had been sent to speak with him...