Throne Room of Darkwind Keep…
KING GAVIN TAVISCHOLM I, wearing a green tunic with a pattern golden circles connected together by lines under his silver armor, sits upon his curved golden throne with deep blue satin cushions listening to one of his older knights report of a commotion that was heard miles away. Behind the king are deep blue banners with the DarkwindPass logo of three parallel wavy lines in gold. Furthermore, the banners are also trimmed in gold.
The older balding knight, Sir Corwyn Thallos, informs the long grey haired king that an explosion happened on the other side of Valendale Woods. Or so the knight believes. The deep blue cloaked knight is asked if Sir Vanolin Rillon, his partner is awaiting his return outside the throne room doors in the stone hallway. The elder knight replies that he is.
“Thank you for the report, Sir Corwyn,” the grey bearded king says to one of his most trusted knights. “Please send in Sir Vanolin.”
“Yes, my lord,” the knight, wearing a deep blue tunic under silver armor, replies to Gavin. After bowing to the king, Corwyn turns and marches down the long blue and golden trimmed carpet past several elite guards towards the large wooden double doors at the end of the chamber. He, then, exits the throne room to where his friend, Vanolin is awaiting his return.
“So, what did he say?” anxiously asks the string blond headed knight.
“Gavin whishes to speak with you, my friend.” Corwyn tells the younger knight.
“Really?!?” quizzically asked Vanolin. “Why?”
“I’m not sure, my friend,” the middle aged knight tells his partner. “But if you wish to find out, I suggest that you talk to him.”
“I will!” boldly states Vanolin. He then turns, with his flowing royal blue cloak behind him and marches into the throne room, slamming open the wooden double doors. He quickly strides pasts the several golden armored elite guards lining the carpet headed towards the throne. Rillon, a noble knight, stops at the bottom of the steps leading to the platform on which the throne sits. Vanolin, in all his grandeur kneels before the king and bows in respect.
“Ah, Sir Vanolin, so glad you decided to join us,” Gavin shrewdly states to the young knight while two of his elite guards flank him on either side of the throne. “I have some things that I wish to speak with you about.”
“Yes, my lord, how can I help?”
“Your brother, he still lives near Valendale Woods?”
“As I recall, yes,” a very surprised Vanolin replies to the king’s question. “Why?”
“I have some things that I wish to discuss with him, myself,” Gavin says as he gets up from his throne and begins walking towards Vanolin. “Walk with me.”
“Sir?” the young renowned knight replies as they begin to walk to Gavin’s left from the throne. They walk a path that ultimately leads to the royal chambers from the throne.
“There was an explosion near your brother’s home. I’m sure something valuable was there.”
“But what does this have to do with Janeeri,” asks Vanolin as they continue towards the royal chambers.
“Keep your voice down, son,” Gavin says to Vanolin. “There are those here who wish to overthrow me. But, I digress. I know your brother was there and found the treasure.”
“What treasure?!? What are you talking about, sir?”
“Look, we need to go to that site immediately,” Gavin says as they stop in front of the royal chambers not noticing one of the elite guards watching them from around the corner. “Get your men ready, we leave at dawn.”
“Yes, sir.” Vanolin states, confused more now than when he entered. He, then, turns and walks away. As the young knight is walking away, Gavin enters his chambers for some somber sleep. The elite guard watching them rubs the underside of his helmet. The guard, then, turns and leaves his post heading towards the Mess Hall.
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