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#6
Bugbear in the Playground
Re: The Path to the Throne
Juno Woodblade
"Ah, my apologies," he responds warmly, pulling back his hood to reveal a young and handsome face, golden locks of hair falling just below his ears. "Of course, you wouldn't be interested in a book for yourself, but for a friend perhaps?"
His thick eyebrows raise hopefully, and he flashes a smile of bright white teeth.
Only transmuters, or people rich enough to hire a transmuter, have smiles like that.
"Uh, look--" he begins again, looking around as if expecting to see someone else. "Let's try this again. My name is James. Some friends and I recruiting nobles--that have potential but would otherwise fall through the cracks--to form an alliance," His mouth hangs open for a moment as if to say something else, but he catches himself. "You and your house," he continues, "will not last long without aid. Which is a shame, really, considering your great history and contributions to the land in which you reside. Not only that, but the resources you have at your disposal are essential, but currently undervalued, making it impossible to use them to their full potential in the short term." He looks over his shoulder, then back to you and your hand resting on the handle of your sword. "I wish I could tell you more but I cannot; I am sworn to secrecy."
He slowly steps forward, keeping a cautious eye on your mount. Slowly drawing a small red crystal from beneath his cloak, he stretches out his hand, offering it to you. You look at the crystal in his black gloved hand. The sunlight glints through it like a ruby. A teleportation stone. "If you wish to accept our offer, just think 'Yes' and crush this in your hand. You have until sundown."
Lord Loss
His pockets turn up nothing...
Before long a handsome man with striking features and jet black hair strides into the room, hands clasped behind his back, his blue silk robes billowing out behind him as a cold draft makes it's way through the cave. Arytekothar, even in his human form is a fierce and terrible presence to behold.
"Mortal! What, pray tell, is the reason of your presence here?" His red eyes smolder as he nears the man, and suddenly an irritated look spreads across Arytekothar's face. "Are you not afraid?" he asks quietly.
The man looks up from beneath his scarlet hood and smiles.
"I am not."
"Many of my colleagues would be, unfortunately, which is why I've come to extend the invitation to this mortal to be your proxy. We would like to form an alliance to conquer the empire from within. You know as well as I that His Grace will not win the tournament honestly, so honest methods of winning the throne are pointless. I doubt His Grace even lives that long."
"This intrigues me." He turns to you. "Loss! Was the money spent on your education wasted? This is not a man but a figment!" He turns back to the cloaked visage. "Now, would you like to reveal yourself so that we may speak plainly? Or are you a coward after all?"
The man looks from you to the dragon and back again. "Should you choose to accept our invitation, you will act as Arytekothar's proxy, speaking on his behalf. Upstairs, on the small table near the door you will find a Kamanati crystal, which will teleport you to one of our many meeting places. You have until sundown to decide. Oh, by the way," he says while looking around, as if inspecting the place, "you have a lovely home." He laughs as the illusion glitters and dissolves, fading away into nothing.
"We will accept this invitation," says Arytekothar, finally breaking the silence. "If not only to gain more information. Go to the meeting and figure out what it is they want. Any question they ask you tell them you must consult me before answering."
Last edited by Artman77; 2013-01-11 at 02:55 AM.