Early in Flamerule in the Year of Three Streams Blooded couriers in royal livery ride through the realm of Cormyr, dispatched from the Crown City of Suzail to address the Crown's people.
They make their way out from Suzail through the cities, towns, villages, and hamlets of the realm. On city gates, in town squares, and at crossroads of the realm the couriers proclaim and post copies of the Royal Decree.
Hear Ye, Hear Ye
People of Cormyr and Visitors in the Realm,
Let it be known that on the 12th Day of Flamerule
In the Year of Three Streams Blooded
That the Probationary Lord
Urbuchek, Son of Kalchek, Son of Kevchek
Will Appear in the Crown City of Suzail
Before Azoun Obarskyr V, Our King to Be
and His Regent
Alusair Nacacia Obarskyr, the Steel Regent of Cormyr
To Pledge the Oath of Fealty to the Crown
Thus Binding Probationary Lord Urbuchek
And all those Beings Sworn to Him
to the Crown's Rule.
Lord Urbuchek and those Sworn to Him Shall be Granted
Yoriko studies the Greatgaunt parchment with great interest upon its first appearance, then makes haste for the caravans, headed for the most out-of-the-way settlements each in turn. She pays extra for a swift journey, hoping to find one where the Knights of the True Dragon haven't put their parchment up just yet, there to stake out the location in hiding and wait to see who comes to put up the 'Knights' latest proclamation.
(DM Hawk or others - feel free to PM if Yoriko may be able to find anything this way.)
"Hmm … what is this?" Fiara Firemantle stops to read the proclamation about Urbuchek's oath swearing, her flame red hair tumbling down the shoulders of her brilliant red robe. "Well this sounds interesting. I think I'll have to attend." She wanders away, not reading the notice about the read threads...
Dorn reads the notices, once again shaking his head at the humans' seeming ignorance of history and mathematics. But the Clan Elders have said to play nice, and as a sworn defender of Oghrann that's what he'll do.
"I s'pose tis quite a feather in Wyvernspur's cap, t'be ridin' inta Suzail declarin' 'Peace fer our time.' Might even get him a promotion from Marshal t'Chamberlain."
Finishing his Triple Bock, he then proceeds to the Thrymgavin barracks to polish his formal suit of armor for the ceremony.
Squeaks when she reads the small note. Turning around she heads back through the gates of Valkurs Roar.
Last Edit: Jul 10, 2020 18:45:29 GMT -5 by offduty
How do you face another day when all you can do is cry? How do you face another night when your heart is dying? How do you smile when all you can think of is why? How do you laugh when all you can hear is your own pain? How do you face the person who caused all this suffering? How do you forgive when they took the life of the man you call son?
// I had logged off for a time, and missed the actual oath... is there someone who could send me a log covering the time when the orc Herald began to sing up to when Myrmeen Lhal left? I'd appreciate it.