Post by emeraldsnowx on Jan 14, 2024 3:59:19 GMT -5
In the Forest Kingdom of Cormyr,
the Hold of Valkur's Roar...
the Baron's Quarter (Northwest),
a quiet afternoon...
the Hold of Valkur's Roar...
the Baron's Quarter (Northwest),
a quiet afternoon...
A woman in black flowing robes with a heavily armored left arm strides through the quarter, keeping pace with a majestic battlehorse at a gentle walk. Upon the horse rides a young man in impeccable armor, save for the day's dings and dust of conflict. Tied to the saddlehorn of this steed is a lengthy spidersilk rope, bouncing and tensing behind the horse in an almost direct line to a "chaingang" of five men, each bound by the rope they are now compelled to follow... or be dragged by.
The city guard can be seen assisting the parade; some by accompaniment, others by opening gates and clearing streets. The woman in black glances to her left as they enter the quarter from the gate nearest the west side of the Great Hall. Her brow creases with mild calculations as she returns her attention to the pace... "We're running out of room" she mutters to herself as the horse and rider reach the Great Hall doors.
Sergeant Lheonard Vester of the Valkur's Roar Guard Eliteā¢ removes his shining helm and runs a hand through his hair, dipping a nod to High Inquisitor Tanya Steel. The Inquisitor enters the Hall briefly, then returns with a city guard escort... "Let's show these gentlemen to their suites", the Inquisitor's voice holds with an air of flat humor as the Sergeant dismounts and secures his steed nearby. The Sergeant and the Inquisitor enter the Great Hall with the ropegang of five men in tow, being escorted by city guardsmen; the Great Hall doors slowly creak closed and latch firmly... and the day goes on.
The city guard can be seen assisting the parade; some by accompaniment, others by opening gates and clearing streets. The woman in black glances to her left as they enter the quarter from the gate nearest the west side of the Great Hall. Her brow creases with mild calculations as she returns her attention to the pace... "We're running out of room" she mutters to herself as the horse and rider reach the Great Hall doors.
Sergeant Lheonard Vester of the Valkur's Roar Guard Eliteā¢ removes his shining helm and runs a hand through his hair, dipping a nod to High Inquisitor Tanya Steel. The Inquisitor enters the Hall briefly, then returns with a city guard escort... "Let's show these gentlemen to their suites", the Inquisitor's voice holds with an air of flat humor as the Sergeant dismounts and secures his steed nearby. The Sergeant and the Inquisitor enter the Great Hall with the ropegang of five men in tow, being escorted by city guardsmen; the Great Hall doors slowly creak closed and latch firmly... and the day goes on.