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

Figured we'd cut over to the emissaries for a couple of posts, then get back to our characters and factions. Hope that's OK King Richard finally was allowed after more orders to leave his throne room many things were set in motion, but most importantly was the success of the peace negotiations. Neither Kingdom could afford to undertake such a war however, if the Elves were unwilling to cooperate, then no choice would be had other than to fight. He retreated to his quarters and laid down to rest his body and mind after changing into night-clothes while it wasn't full darkness yet, the orange-yellow of dusk began to make itself known in the sky as the sun descended below the horizon. The rest of Evugid began to close up as well torches were extinguished, shop doors locked down, and people turning in for the night. Abel, meanwhile, cleaned his master's armor meticulously, the rag cleansing the thin layer of dust and cobwebs, among other things, and making the metal shine like silver. The other Knights of the Inner Circle had armor like this, only there was no cape and they lacked the golden insets on the shoulders, chest, hips, wrists and knees. The armor of the Head Paladin was quite something, easily distinguishing the wearer from any other. While Abel still wasn't quite ready for something like joining the Inner Circle or even becoming a Knight in general, he'd always sought a way to get himself off of the streets and into a more.....'luxurious' life. And if that meant a little extra elbow grease, then so be it. He'd had to work when he was a young street rat in Knavesmire, with all the running and evading capture after thieving, so he was no stranger to physical exertion. He stepped back after giving the left forearm gauntlet a final rubdown with the polish to say that the armor shined would be understating it. It was immaculate , not a speck of dirt or dust to be on any one part or sampling of its hardened surface. He felt strangely proud of himself ironically, Trystram had always said a man should feel proud of a hard day's work. Abel usually just let it in one ear and flow out the other, but now he kind of understood what his master was talking about. Lucius rode hard and fast, trying to reach the location where hopefully peace negotiations would go smoothly. Lucius, like many of the humans, was revolted by these pointy-eared savages. No technology, and every time humanity tried to expand its empire, the Elves got all up in arms because they were trampling over something that they considered holy. What wasn't holy to them? A human couldn't so much as throw a stick without it crushing a strand of sacred grass hell, they'd be mad at them for just throwing the stick in the first place. Lucius shook his head free of the thoughts that made his blood boil he needed to try and be level-headed. This was a peace negotiation after all, and he knew Richard would not be pleased to hear they'd failed because of his prejudice towards the Elves. However, he would soon find himself in a precarious situation a titanic warhammer came crashing down in front of Lucius, the pommeled handle sticking straight up from the ground and causing the horse he rode on to rear up. Whoa, whoa, easy, Gloria, easy girl Lucius said, trying to calm the panicked nag. Hahaha, stupid human all alone a gravely voice barked the source soon revealed itself An Orc raiding band, composed of three warriors. Each had dark-greengray skin, teeth that seemed filed to points, gleaming red eyes, and what seemed like an infinite amount of muscle clothed in dirtied brown cloth. Just one was bad enough, but three? Lucius was barely armed as it was, possessing only a small dagger strapped to his right thigh. The one in the middle - easily the largest of the three - stepped forward and reclaimed the dull-colored iron hammer, resting the shaft on his thickly veined shoulder. Damn it to hell Lucius thought before trying to lie his way out of having to fight them, What would you have with me, Orcs? I have nothing of value. The Orc on the left laughed, replying, Stupid human says nothing of value. Horse is value, give us horse and maybe you live to see sky-light rise again. Horse meat best meat . Lucius was quite surprised at the demand, and even more so when his companions affirmed it with grunts of approval. If there was one way, though, to get rid of Orcs, it was by appealing to their greed and general lack of empathy for the well-being of their own kind. Richard had planned for a scenario like this to happen, and gave Lucius several bags of gold coin. The emissary reached down to his thigh and unstrapped one of the cloth sacks the Orcs didn't so much as twitch, except for the one on the right, who cocked his thickly-skinned head in mild curiosity. When the sight of the bag and jingle of coin was seen and heard, the Orcs seemed to tense up, as if knowing what lay within. This is gold, it's yours if you let me go. Without giving the beasts a chance to reply, Lucius then loosened the tie and tossed it, letting the contents spill everywhere. Shiny gold coins spilled everywhere it wasn't but a blink's worth of time that chaos erupted. The Orcs dove forward, each trying to grab as much as they could for themselves before turning on their brethren to rob them of their share. Lucius used the distraction to his advantage and bolted, pushing his horse faster and faster until the raiding band was out of sight. He breathed a sigh of relief as he rode on, glad to have gotten out an Orc encounter unscathed, knowing the stories of those who were far less fortunate. He eventually made it to the bridge over Whiterun Creek, having suffered no other encounters than the Orc raiders. He arrived at the Bridge, shedding his plainclothes to reveal the emissary armor he wore beneath. Nothing much, a silvered chest-plate bearing a golden cross, with plates covering his forearms, thighs and shins. Why they chose such an open location such as this was, in his mind, idiotic. Damn Elves and their 'oneness with nature'. Or however the pointy-eared bastards put it. And so Lucius sat and waited for the Elven emissary to arrive, and that was IF he was going to show up at all.