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Post by Remard de Sennis on Jul 9, 2004 4:58:18 GMT -5
Captain Remard didn't pay attention to the insignificant jibe voiced by the lead guard. On his ship the man would have received a proper whipping for his insolence. These English were just what he had heard the northern barbarians call them – uncivilized sheep without any manners.
Silently the small group marched towards the castle, again Captain Remard had to endure that his weapons were taken from him as they passed the gates into the residence of the Windstorm king. How he had come to despise this man, his people, this land. He had come here for trade … all he had received were discourtesies, abuse, hardship. Feverishly he wished his uncle had received his plead for help! And maybe he indeed had learned about his nephew's plight – there were many more soldiers in the harbour area, the looks he received from the people he passed were even more hostile, a few fearful even. Something was up, Remard just didn't know what exactly. Maybe if he asked… politely. PAH! These people didn't deserve politeness, it was utterly wasted upon them.
Once again, as he had done before, Captain Remard was shown along the long corridor which led towards the king's chambers. This time, he would stand his ground, and if they'd throw him into the dungeon with his son, so be it.
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Post by Admin on Jul 9, 2004 5:03:24 GMT -5
((Oh h oh..showdown time... *grins*))
I be sitting me me study, the pile of scrolls gone, only a map of Windstorm's lands be spread out on me desk. A few markers and such laying on various places of the lands... tricks perhaps to fool this Frank to belive our forces be else where ... a simple plan.. but perhaps an effective one...
A knock upon me door.. and with that i stand, dressed in me most eligant robes of royality , I turn to the door and simply state..
"Enter"
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Post by Remard de Sennis on Jul 9, 2004 7:14:08 GMT -5
Remard entered, one guard remaining in the room with him and the king. Shrugging a bit into his clothes, coughing once, Remard stepped forward. How he had come to hate this man!
"Milord… I come here to you with a dema-… a request. Weeks ago you promised me to be allowed to see my navigator rotting away in your dungeon. No word have I been send of when that would be possible, so I have come meself. I… wish to see Darek! To see how he is faring and to prepare him for his final punishment coming to him within a few days now!" Belatedly he added, "Please!"
His eyes and demeanor were cold, Remard had fixed then man opposite him with an outwardly calm gaze, but inside he felt nothing but contempt for this man calling himself king.
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Post by Admin on Jul 9, 2004 16:06:06 GMT -5
*stands there at a state of easy, legs about shoulder width apart, hands behind me back, clenching and unclenching*
Well M'lord, things have been a wee bit busy here, since we learned of a few things that shall be happening soon. AS for visiting thee "navigator* almost sneers the words*.. I shall have thee brought down to him post haste.. as soon as me guard makes sure the have nae a weapon or such. Nae saying that thee do M'lord, just I must check. For I am certain iffn roles where reversed, thee would do the same. Now. before the dash off to the dungeons, would thee care for a drink of rum perhaps?
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Post by =Siya Maiden= on Jul 9, 2004 21:08:09 GMT -5
She was not far from Agustins office when she saw the man they call Remard approach the office and knock. She moved down the hallway closer to the office, for of course it was her duty to gaurd the King.
She heard Agustins strong voice allow the man into his office and watched with caution as he entered. She looked to the King from behind Remard and gave him a nod and took her position just inside the door of his office.
She stood there, her legs slightly apart and her hand rested on the hilt of her sword. She watched Remard like a hawk, her eyes darting back and forth watching his facial features, the movement of his arms and hands, then down to his feet, looking over his stance.
She grinned a little to herself and nodded to Agustin as he mentioned to Remard about a search of him for weapons and such.
She remained there and watched as Agustin offered Remard a brandy, which would of course give her more of an oppertuinity to have a close look over this Captain Remard, knowing that she most likely would have the upper hand if anything were to happen in this office.
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Post by Remard de Sennis on Jul 10, 2004 5:24:23 GMT -5
Remard looked at Agustin, finally shaking his head No. “You offer me a drink, yet at the same time treat me like a common thief by insinuating I may be smuggling weapons to my… man? Keep yer drink, let’s get this search over with. I have no need for your so-called hospitality!”
He change his stance so that his legs were now a bit further apart, spreading his arms from his body, his gaze never leaving the king. “Before you start, however I ask ye to show some decency and have one of your male guards search me. Not that… girl there!”
Remard’s head indicated the shadowy figure standing in the doorway, his eyes, however, still being on the king. “We could have done trade together, you and I. You ruined that chance by yer over zealousness and your love for the Norse Your loss, really!”
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Post by =Siya Maiden= on Jul 10, 2004 10:50:52 GMT -5
Her brow raised and she listened to Remard speak, asking the King for a male to search him instead of her.
She stepped forward, she was now standing only a step behind and to the left of Remard, she folded her arms across her chest tightly and shook her head, she was amused by the mans remark and she even managed a slight amussed chuckle.
She remained in a strong stance, and awaited her Kings words, but she also kept a sly grin upon her lips, she saw no reason for herself not to search him, and hoped that the King would not accomodate to his request, as it would insult her deeply if he indeed did.
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Post by LucienMoonmist on Jul 10, 2004 20:30:02 GMT -5
*He had been in the hall when they had marched the man up to Agustin, indignant and all as he was. Lucein found it amusing that such a person might be the source of all these troubles, after a fashion of course.
Ahh, but it was not his place to judge. He merely grinned as his sharp ears picked up the bursts of what could best be termed, squeeks fro mthe man at Agustin's distant words. Whatever the man, if that term applied, requested, it was obvious that Agustin did not yield as he should have. Or as he was presumed to have been. Wtih a slgiht chuckle, Lucien relaxed in the chair, the blade in his hand moving deftly over the wood sculture in his hand. Slowly he worked the details into it. Normally something reserved for private, he just couldn't help getting a view of this Remard. Maybe he couldn't help rubbing in things with his constant grin. *
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