EVENT STORY - Convening the Council

[Sable]

King Lukas paced nervously through the grounds of the castle, trying to clear his head and think straight. The news that the exhausted man had brought him was disturbing, especially when coupled with the stories that he had heard from the ophian newcomers. The man had been sent at first light of dawn from Hassja to Whitehold to bring the King the news that the sky to the North was on fire, and Lukas had scoffed and ridiculed the man when he first told the story. When the man, Fabian being his name, had produced a letter to the King from the Hassja elders, detailing the validity of the story, Lukas had panicked, sending the man away immediately, and instructing him to tell no-one of what he had seen in the sky. Now he struggled to get his thoughts together, for it was not only fear and confusion that gripped his heart, but excitement.

”An army?”

“There hasn't been war in Talarra for a thousand years”

“What do I do?”

“Should I assemble the Council?”

Steadying himself for a moment, Lukas took a few deep breaths. He should call the council together....they will help him decide what to do. Lukas marched back through the palace, earning him some confused looks from the guards who had just seen him going the other way. He burst into his study, pointing at his aide,

“Send out letters to the Council Members....The Tallaran Council of Men will convene tonight!”



OOC: Aldriona, Talidon, 3vilb0y, as representatives of Larkwood, Dauer and Verslun, you are required to attend.

[jammx]

Ha ha the Guardians of Talarra can be sponsored/allied with the government then!

[aldriona]

The countess stood on her balcony and looked down on her town. Night had fallen already but the town itself was gleaming with golden lights in every window. She raised her gaze to the plains beyond. She had always loved this view. The river, the endless fields of grass waving lazily in the wind. But it had all changed now.

War.

It was unheard of. Not even her father's father had experienced war, or his father before that. Peace had reigned for so long that everyone had slipped into the illusion of it lasting forever.

She would pray that the scouts would come back safely and report that they were mistaken. That the red glow was merely a forest fire in the jungle or something, that the superstitious lizardmen had made up the story about demons and monsters raiding their homes. Perhaps it was all a mistake, a misunderstanding...

But meanwhile she had no choice but to start gathering a militia.