Atherium
Filthy Casual
Gwethien. A kingdom as beautiful as its name. Blooming, peaceful, for centuries, under the leadership of wise and strong kings. For so long have the people of Gwethien lived in peace they forgot how it is when a threat arises against them. But peace was soon to be disrupted, for king Reimund of Gaedith was hell bent on exterminating it. In a late night, with no further decree or announcement, he sent his vaste troops to march against Gwethien. His reasons unknown, but his hatred ever burning. The drums of war were thundering, as now, Gwethien had to gather its own army to defend from the incoming threat.
However, the king of Gwethien, Althalos the Third, ordered right away that his daughter be taken away, to prevent her from harm. Discussions have been had about wherever was she going to be taken to, and little did the king know that somebody was constantly listening, and informing Reimund. The first outburst of the war took place right at the gates of Gwethien, just as the secret caravan transporting princess Alice was leaving, the sound of swords clashing and of catapults triggering forever remaining imprinted on her memory.
King Reimund, anyhow, had other plans for the princess that was now being escorted away through the forests that surrounded the big capital of Gwethien.
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The throne room in which King Reimund spent his days was magnificent, to say the least. With enough space to shelter at least half of the whole population of the capital of Gaedith, it stood out by the numerous decorations made out of pure gold, a resource that Reimund did not shy away from snatching from the dwarves, as he drove them away from their lands. For Gaedith has not always been a kingdom of humans. With the increased danger that the king drew upon himself, it was now much justified the fact that the number of guards that kept an eye on him was double from the usual.
The throne at the very middle of the huge room was now occupied by the king himself. He sat upon it, and gazed to the entrance, awaiting in silence for the arrival of the one he has called for. A special person, known for his prowess and for his ability in handling such matters as kidnapping, and not only. An expert into the art of thievery. The silence of the room was disturbed by the sound of his steps, as he made his way in through the rather huge doors. Courtesy was, however, none of his business, and as a consequence, he did not bother to kneel as he reached the first step of the stairs that led up to the throne.
His armor was mostly made out of leather, and he wore, strapped to himself, different bands with pockets for whoever knew what small things he needed. In terms of equipment and training, the man seemed to be trained in all sorts of combat, as he wore an arrow and a quiver on his back, daggers at his waist and a sword, on one of his hips. He was not extremely tall, rather average, nor was his build a bulky one. He needed to be light on his feet if he snuck through insides. From his face, only two green eyes were visible as he darted his gaze towards the king, awaiting to be briefed into the matter of his mission.
"I see you have finally arrived, and in time. Good. Princess Alice of Gwethien is the one i want you to bring to me. She is being transported from Gwenieth, and the caravan's route will pass through the Diweh Bog by tomorrow morning. Take her away from the caravan and bring her to me. Of course, the reward will be significant. You may leave now."
The mysterious persona did not waste a second before turning around and leaving just as silent as he arrived. He knew where to go. And when. And that is all that mattered.
However, the king of Gwethien, Althalos the Third, ordered right away that his daughter be taken away, to prevent her from harm. Discussions have been had about wherever was she going to be taken to, and little did the king know that somebody was constantly listening, and informing Reimund. The first outburst of the war took place right at the gates of Gwethien, just as the secret caravan transporting princess Alice was leaving, the sound of swords clashing and of catapults triggering forever remaining imprinted on her memory.
King Reimund, anyhow, had other plans for the princess that was now being escorted away through the forests that surrounded the big capital of Gwethien.
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The throne room in which King Reimund spent his days was magnificent, to say the least. With enough space to shelter at least half of the whole population of the capital of Gaedith, it stood out by the numerous decorations made out of pure gold, a resource that Reimund did not shy away from snatching from the dwarves, as he drove them away from their lands. For Gaedith has not always been a kingdom of humans. With the increased danger that the king drew upon himself, it was now much justified the fact that the number of guards that kept an eye on him was double from the usual.
The throne at the very middle of the huge room was now occupied by the king himself. He sat upon it, and gazed to the entrance, awaiting in silence for the arrival of the one he has called for. A special person, known for his prowess and for his ability in handling such matters as kidnapping, and not only. An expert into the art of thievery. The silence of the room was disturbed by the sound of his steps, as he made his way in through the rather huge doors. Courtesy was, however, none of his business, and as a consequence, he did not bother to kneel as he reached the first step of the stairs that led up to the throne.
His armor was mostly made out of leather, and he wore, strapped to himself, different bands with pockets for whoever knew what small things he needed. In terms of equipment and training, the man seemed to be trained in all sorts of combat, as he wore an arrow and a quiver on his back, daggers at his waist and a sword, on one of his hips. He was not extremely tall, rather average, nor was his build a bulky one. He needed to be light on his feet if he snuck through insides. From his face, only two green eyes were visible as he darted his gaze towards the king, awaiting to be briefed into the matter of his mission.
"I see you have finally arrived, and in time. Good. Princess Alice of Gwethien is the one i want you to bring to me. She is being transported from Gwenieth, and the caravan's route will pass through the Diweh Bog by tomorrow morning. Take her away from the caravan and bring her to me. Of course, the reward will be significant. You may leave now."
The mysterious persona did not waste a second before turning around and leaving just as silent as he arrived. He knew where to go. And when. And that is all that mattered.