GLOBAL STORY UPDATE: LOREOS: THE PRINCE AND SHADOWS (part3)
Dec 15, 2015 10:06:48 GMT -8
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Post by mattiusxavier on Dec 15, 2015 10:06:48 GMT -8
GLOBAL STORY UPDATE: LOREOS: THE PRINCE AND SHADOWS (part3)
It had felt like ages since Mark strolled through the Gates of Dalmanutha. The last time he was here he was greeted by his Uncle with a warm embrace and a revelation that he may never be the next Prince. It was a troubling thought as Mark always felt it was his destiny to become the next Prince and that his Uncle was just warming his seat for his eventual rise to the prime spot in Loreos. Of course those thoughts seemed less troubling than the site of so very few guards at the entrance. There certainly seemed to be heavy activity up on the wall itself, but inside as Mark passed through the Western Gate he soon found just light patrols walking about and a few guards pointing spears gesturing him further inwards. It wasn't until he exited the gate and soon seen another wall that he realize why so few guards were present at this passage. The majority seemed to be hemmed with a growing crowd near another entrance along the inner newer wall.
'I suppose this must have been one of those brilliant ideas of my darling Uncle' hushly intoned Mark to himself as he strolled over to the crowd of people and soon found himself in a line of merchants who were eager to get inside to sell their wares at the morning markets of the city. Eventually he was pulled from this line and shuffled to a smaller line where individuals who were carrying light items were being pressed into a small entrance in the new inner wall. As Mark seen many of them appeared grumpy. Some were chipper, others were chatting this and that saying things like 'its never a dull moment in Dalmanutha' or harping over the latest gossip. Of course Mark with his keen senses attempted to hear what that was and pulled together snippets here and there as the line moved forward. Words that came out were 'Prince, Assassin, Death, Shadows and Warrant for Arrest', at first Mark started to get worried, but knew he needed to find out what his Uncle wanted so he kept moving forward. Atleast one good thing was the line was moving relatively quickly compared to the main gate line where more guards were inspecting each load. Eventually Mark passed through this gate and found a wicket in front of him. One fellow walked forward and the wicket dropped to bar Mark's movement. Eventually that fellow was processed and went on, then it was Mark's turn. The wicket lifted and he pranced forward to the rather nice kiosk as the wicket dropped behind him barring his escape. 'Oh well' thought Mark. As he looked around, there seemed to be several guards moving about and merchants either being interviewed or pressing forward towards the streets and the markets. As Mark leaned on the counter he glanced over to his right and seen a long haired soldier in the back of the kiosk fiddling with some documents.
Mark wasn't a shy fellow so he just said "Looks rather busy these days" hoping to spark a conversation with the long haired soldier. "Why I don't reckon I have ever seen the City so busy" stated Mark as he sighed and looked back at the anger looking people behind the wicket.
"Dalmanutha is always busy" replied the long haired soldier in a clear, audible and rather attractive sounding feminine voice.
"Now...here are the documents I need. Hi, my name is Rachel and I'm going to be your customs and clearance agent for this morning" stated the rather chipper and incredibly attractive female soldier.
"Hi Rachel, my name is ah...Mar...Martin Savard." replied Mark smartly as he removed his white Keffiyeh to reveal his rather messed up but still savy blond hair and to of course give her the classic Falworth smile. 'Ladies dig the smile' thought Mark 'they always dig the smile'.
"Excellent, well Martin are you new to Dalmanutha...I mean...are you...uh..." blushed Rachel as she scrambled to find the right document "Whoopsie. I seem to ah...oh wait here it is. Mr...uh Savard right...you will need to fill out this document to...um enter the city since you have already been here before...right?" tersely replied Rachel as she bit her lip under Mark's handsome smile and glare.
"Why thank you Rachel" replied Mark as he reached out with one hand and grabbed the documents meanwhile with the other grabbed her hand and gave it a gentlemen's kiss which made her cheeks blossom with renewed redness.
As Mark went to make more moves on this rather attractive agent, a group of Guards came marching over with a Captain of the Guard in gilded armour. The fellow with his bushy moustache came over and noticed the unbecoming interaction between the agent and this not at all shy fellow.
"WHAT IS GOING ON OVER HERE!" Harped the Captain of the Guard at the two.
"Uh...uh...sir...I was just helping Mr. Savard with his documents" replied Rachel mortified by the tone of the Guard Captain.
"I'm sure" replied the Guard Captain as he rolled his eyes.
"Regardless get this man processed and...wait a minute. I know you" replied the Guard Captain as he craned in to inspect Mark. As he pressed forward another Merchant who had recently been cleared yet grumpy from his interaction barked out
"YOU GUARDS! WHEN WILL YOU LEAVE US HARD WORKING FOLK ALONE. JUST LET THE BEGGAR IN"
As he began to protest one of the Guards pulled his sword and quickly jabbed it at the man's throat. The Captain turned to the Merchant and glared at him then said "Hush you fool...that man is Mark of Falworth, not some Savard guy"
"MARK OF FALWORTH!" replied the Merchant with surprise "YOU MEAN THE MURDERER MARK OF FALWORTH!!!" Yelled the man with shock in his voice. Soon the crowd behind the wicket began to harp and yell "MURDERER! FIEND! ARREST HIM! ARREST MARK OF FALWORTH!"
Quickly the Guards began to move into position and pull their weapons "Sir...please come with us quietly and by my honour you will be protected" replied the Guard Captain
As Mark moved forward thinking about his options he noticed more clearly who the Guard Captain was "Herald?" questioned Mark.
"Yes sir...it is I. Herald of Rosethorn" frowned the Guard Captain.
"Herald...you are a sworn sword to Falworth. Why are you hear as a Guard Captain?" remarked Mark in surprise.
"Sir...that is a long story, however you know I am and always have been like all Loreesi sworn to the Prince before any other man. So it is my sworn duty to bring you to justice. Please do not make it harder than it needs to be and we shall make sure you are protected at all costs from the mob in the city" pleaded Herald the Guard Captain.
Mark again weighed his options. He could climb the wall or jump behind the counter and make some sort of escape, but the mob behind him and the one starting to grow beyond the Guards clearly showed him that the city was more hostile than he thought. With a sigh he reluctantly extended his hands and allowed the Guards to chain him up. "Thank you sir" replied Herald with a sigh of relief.
"No...thank you Herald. If you are as noble as you say you are, you will indeed protect me from the mob" ordered Mark as he walked towards the guards.
"Sir it is my duty and sir...I will inform you of the truth, not the gossip once we are at the New Palace safe and sound" gestured Herald as the Guards grew in numbers around Mark to both guard and protect him from the mob that had started to throw rotten fruit in his general direction.
It had felt like ages since Mark strolled through the Gates of Dalmanutha. The last time he was here he was greeted by his Uncle with a warm embrace and a revelation that he may never be the next Prince. It was a troubling thought as Mark always felt it was his destiny to become the next Prince and that his Uncle was just warming his seat for his eventual rise to the prime spot in Loreos. Of course those thoughts seemed less troubling than the site of so very few guards at the entrance. There certainly seemed to be heavy activity up on the wall itself, but inside as Mark passed through the Western Gate he soon found just light patrols walking about and a few guards pointing spears gesturing him further inwards. It wasn't until he exited the gate and soon seen another wall that he realize why so few guards were present at this passage. The majority seemed to be hemmed with a growing crowd near another entrance along the inner newer wall.
'I suppose this must have been one of those brilliant ideas of my darling Uncle' hushly intoned Mark to himself as he strolled over to the crowd of people and soon found himself in a line of merchants who were eager to get inside to sell their wares at the morning markets of the city. Eventually he was pulled from this line and shuffled to a smaller line where individuals who were carrying light items were being pressed into a small entrance in the new inner wall. As Mark seen many of them appeared grumpy. Some were chipper, others were chatting this and that saying things like 'its never a dull moment in Dalmanutha' or harping over the latest gossip. Of course Mark with his keen senses attempted to hear what that was and pulled together snippets here and there as the line moved forward. Words that came out were 'Prince, Assassin, Death, Shadows and Warrant for Arrest', at first Mark started to get worried, but knew he needed to find out what his Uncle wanted so he kept moving forward. Atleast one good thing was the line was moving relatively quickly compared to the main gate line where more guards were inspecting each load. Eventually Mark passed through this gate and found a wicket in front of him. One fellow walked forward and the wicket dropped to bar Mark's movement. Eventually that fellow was processed and went on, then it was Mark's turn. The wicket lifted and he pranced forward to the rather nice kiosk as the wicket dropped behind him barring his escape. 'Oh well' thought Mark. As he looked around, there seemed to be several guards moving about and merchants either being interviewed or pressing forward towards the streets and the markets. As Mark leaned on the counter he glanced over to his right and seen a long haired soldier in the back of the kiosk fiddling with some documents.
Mark wasn't a shy fellow so he just said "Looks rather busy these days" hoping to spark a conversation with the long haired soldier. "Why I don't reckon I have ever seen the City so busy" stated Mark as he sighed and looked back at the anger looking people behind the wicket.
"Dalmanutha is always busy" replied the long haired soldier in a clear, audible and rather attractive sounding feminine voice.
"Now...here are the documents I need. Hi, my name is Rachel and I'm going to be your customs and clearance agent for this morning" stated the rather chipper and incredibly attractive female soldier.
"Hi Rachel, my name is ah...Mar...Martin Savard." replied Mark smartly as he removed his white Keffiyeh to reveal his rather messed up but still savy blond hair and to of course give her the classic Falworth smile. 'Ladies dig the smile' thought Mark 'they always dig the smile'.
"Excellent, well Martin are you new to Dalmanutha...I mean...are you...uh..." blushed Rachel as she scrambled to find the right document "Whoopsie. I seem to ah...oh wait here it is. Mr...uh Savard right...you will need to fill out this document to...um enter the city since you have already been here before...right?" tersely replied Rachel as she bit her lip under Mark's handsome smile and glare.
"Why thank you Rachel" replied Mark as he reached out with one hand and grabbed the documents meanwhile with the other grabbed her hand and gave it a gentlemen's kiss which made her cheeks blossom with renewed redness.
As Mark went to make more moves on this rather attractive agent, a group of Guards came marching over with a Captain of the Guard in gilded armour. The fellow with his bushy moustache came over and noticed the unbecoming interaction between the agent and this not at all shy fellow.
"WHAT IS GOING ON OVER HERE!" Harped the Captain of the Guard at the two.
"Uh...uh...sir...I was just helping Mr. Savard with his documents" replied Rachel mortified by the tone of the Guard Captain.
"I'm sure" replied the Guard Captain as he rolled his eyes.
"Regardless get this man processed and...wait a minute. I know you" replied the Guard Captain as he craned in to inspect Mark. As he pressed forward another Merchant who had recently been cleared yet grumpy from his interaction barked out
"YOU GUARDS! WHEN WILL YOU LEAVE US HARD WORKING FOLK ALONE. JUST LET THE BEGGAR IN"
As he began to protest one of the Guards pulled his sword and quickly jabbed it at the man's throat. The Captain turned to the Merchant and glared at him then said "Hush you fool...that man is Mark of Falworth, not some Savard guy"
"MARK OF FALWORTH!" replied the Merchant with surprise "YOU MEAN THE MURDERER MARK OF FALWORTH!!!" Yelled the man with shock in his voice. Soon the crowd behind the wicket began to harp and yell "MURDERER! FIEND! ARREST HIM! ARREST MARK OF FALWORTH!"
Quickly the Guards began to move into position and pull their weapons "Sir...please come with us quietly and by my honour you will be protected" replied the Guard Captain
As Mark moved forward thinking about his options he noticed more clearly who the Guard Captain was "Herald?" questioned Mark.
"Yes sir...it is I. Herald of Rosethorn" frowned the Guard Captain.
"Herald...you are a sworn sword to Falworth. Why are you hear as a Guard Captain?" remarked Mark in surprise.
"Sir...that is a long story, however you know I am and always have been like all Loreesi sworn to the Prince before any other man. So it is my sworn duty to bring you to justice. Please do not make it harder than it needs to be and we shall make sure you are protected at all costs from the mob in the city" pleaded Herald the Guard Captain.
Mark again weighed his options. He could climb the wall or jump behind the counter and make some sort of escape, but the mob behind him and the one starting to grow beyond the Guards clearly showed him that the city was more hostile than he thought. With a sigh he reluctantly extended his hands and allowed the Guards to chain him up. "Thank you sir" replied Herald with a sigh of relief.
"No...thank you Herald. If you are as noble as you say you are, you will indeed protect me from the mob" ordered Mark as he walked towards the guards.
"Sir it is my duty and sir...I will inform you of the truth, not the gossip once we are at the New Palace safe and sound" gestured Herald as the Guards grew in numbers around Mark to both guard and protect him from the mob that had started to throw rotten fruit in his general direction.