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Post by Krane Asiv on May 8, 2018 22:35:32 GMT -8
Krane would hold out his one arm and accept the scroll... The man was... Ignorant of current events it would seem. Truly just a messanger as it were. Krane would turn to find one of the others with two hands.
"I can not open this."
He would not allow the messenger to retrieve the scroll until one of the other Cabal people opened it so they could read it.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 8, 2018 22:35:34 GMT -8
Well, Eric was just gonna go then. He'd walk past the intruder and toward the gate, letting out a small little whistle. It shouldn't be very hard to find a delegation of Dragon Lovers. He imagined they were as subtle as their bald-headed messenger bird.
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Post by Avice Locke on May 8, 2018 22:36:18 GMT -8
"Him 'idin' nothin'" she'd say to Eric in particular.
Doesn't seem like he was lying or tricking them much.
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Post by Jeremiah Sykes on May 8, 2018 22:38:55 GMT -8
He would turn to watch Eric go, but turned back to Krane.
"If you are not the one with authority to open it yourself, then return it to me so I may find someone who does have it.."
He held out his hand to have it back.
Eric would find the walk out easy enough, and as he left the city he'd walked just a few minutes before he'd see several tents pitched with a Blue and Green dragon flag waving above them.
Easy to find, indeed.
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Post by Blake Oleander on May 8, 2018 22:39:42 GMT -8
Blake just continued to stare the newcomer down. Shifting on his crutch, but unafraid.
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Post by Kyrie Blaze on May 8, 2018 22:40:19 GMT -8
There wasn’t too much for Kyrie to do at this point. Her choices were to go with Eric or stay and see how this played out. Eric was a big boy and could take care of himself.
So here she stood, blue eyes roaming between all those gathered.
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Post by Bailey Oleander on May 8, 2018 22:41:43 GMT -8
Well shoot, she couldn't just leave him standing there with what felt like a dignitary. Bailey would step forward as Krane turned towards the group assembled, glancing at the man with curiosity but not saying about it right away.
"I'll do it." She reached out for the scroll Krane held, mindful of the fact taht the man was contained, if only for now.
She'd pester Loki again to make sure that the energy didn't seem off on the paper. Before she would try opening it, however. Mostly because the restraints that were sensed.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 8, 2018 22:42:16 GMT -8
Well, he knew just where to stroll. And he had an idea of what he was going to find. Joy of joys.
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Post by Krane Asiv on May 8, 2018 22:44:40 GMT -8
Krane would hand over the scroll to Bailey. He'd just look at the messenger sideways for a second.
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Post by Jeremiah Sykes on May 8, 2018 22:47:08 GMT -8
Jeremiah dropped his arm, looking to Kranes missing one.
"Many wars you've fought. I could not see from this side. Apologies."
He looked back to Kyrie, searching her face a moment before turning to Krane and watching. As the scroll opened, Krane would notice it was smeared very lightly in mud, and breaking the seal caused a sizzle of electricity to jump across it, the smell of summer rain whisking through the air around them.
We Invite you!
As a Non Agression Pact country, we have right to send an envoy into 259, do we not?
Myself and five hundred of my Envoy are stationed just outside the city, near the woods. We're looking for a friendly chat, and perhaps a little competition?
Please, do bring a few of your fine men to meet, drink and commit merry!
King Arcuturus, High Elder of Dragonhearth
Eric would approach, and find as he got closer to the lightly wooded area, that the tents actually stretched backward into the distance. Clearly....there were a lot more people there.
A man with a mohawk was standing guard, and gave a little wave.
"Hello! Have you come to partake in Dragonhearth's Festival of Worth?"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 8, 2018 22:50:46 GMT -8
"Perhaps. What will I get when I win?"
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Post by Avice Locke on May 8, 2018 22:51:33 GMT -8
Avice thought she'd have little to do business here so so her black cloak fell from beneath her curls and she hovered inches off the ground and caught up to Eric.
"Do you e'er not 'ead right for the center of thin's?" she asked in a low voice.
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Post by Jeremiah Sykes on May 8, 2018 22:52:05 GMT -8
The man laughed.
"I like your spirit. You'll get an Eerie pass. Free reign of Dragonhearth territory, along with a home within it's borders. And the right to claim a weapon of your choosing."
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Post by Krane Asiv on May 8, 2018 22:53:21 GMT -8
Discovering the contents of the scroll Krane would let out a sigh.
"Dragonhearth, high elder..."
He would nod at the messenger apology and put his hand in his pocket.
"I'll be going. The rest of you are free to do what you want. Someone tell the Supervisors if they don't already know about the troops outside..."
With that Krane would begin walking the direction Eric went.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 8, 2018 22:53:59 GMT -8
"I have a weapon."
He'd pat his weapon. Forged by King Arthur's men for him specifically. He'd glance back at Avice, surprised she had bothered to follow him.
"I'm a man of decisive action."
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