Kadorix
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The King of Esedi
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- King Allanard watched in silence as Harmon handled his gem magic. It was always a treat to see the man work, and such magic would be useful for the challenges ahead. It didn’t seem as though any champion had trouble with the given stone, and once the task was completed Harmon had scurried off to his quarters. He wasn’t surprised at all, though made a note to check on his servant later to hear what he thought of these champions. The wizard’s counsel was always appreciated, though it would have to wait for later. Besides, he supposed there was all sorts of mysterious work to be done with the stones.
His attention turned back to the group gathered before him. Lord Flykisson hardly seemed worried about things, though King Allanard wondered what was on the big man’s mind. The man’s champion had yet to be introduced, though the lad seemed a green fighter. Big to be sure, and he could see why Lord Flykisson might pick the boy. It would be interesting to see how the youngster would fair against the others.
It was Lord De’Trycin who stepped forward first to speak, and introduce the monstrosity that had walked through Castle Duran’s gates. Oh yes, the king had been alerted at once when the beast had lumbered in. The castle guards had been terrified to see the scaled creature step through the halls, and it was a surprise that no weapons had been drawn yet. Perhaps the creature could be reasoned with enough to permit a moment of civilized conversation, though he thought. Why Lord De’Trycin picked this lizard over another, the king wasn’t sure. Strength? Something completely unexpected? He frowned as the lord spoke, listening on to the strange words. It was honorable of the lord to give such creatures a chance, though whether or not the beast would fully appreciate the opportunity he could hardly guess.
He couldn’t help but be surprised when the creature opened its mouth to speak. Though crude in voice and vocabulary, D’kath certainly made a clear point: the challenge would not be easy. Still, strength didn’t have to be the answer to his challenge, but at least the creature had some sense. It would be especially intriguing to see how this terror of the swamps would fair against more civilized competition.
”I thank you, Lord De’Trycin for introducing your champion. May he do well in this challenge, and bring respect to his kind as well as all of Edenmoor.” He bowed his head to both the lord and his lizard, before continuing down the line.
The champion of Shahszhan was a curious sight, though in a far different way from Edenmoor’s choice. King Allanard hadn’t expected a female to make her way into the challenge, but the desert people held many surprises. Rather than introduce his champion, Lord Na’Bahanagad simply left with the girl in tow. To each their own, he supposed, though he would make sure to ask the desert lord later on his choice. The man hardly seemed interested in being drawn to Castle Duran in the first place, so what ran through his mind? Whether he had come to ensure the steady peace between Shahszhan and the rest of Esedi or for his own interests, the king could not say. Thankfully the man had listened to his orders and brought forth a champion to participate.
After the Shahszhani had left, Lord Strenville spoke up to introduce his choice in champion. The lord of Tishtar was a serious, though well meaning, sort and King Allanard was pleased to have the man brought from the ocean region. His choice in champion, Elias Orvalles, was a curious one indeed. He leaned forward in his chair and looked the boy over. No shoes, no muscle. How peculiar. Still, the lad seemed to carry a positive outlook on things, clear enough by his proud boast for Tishtar. There seemed to be some charm in the young man, perhaps some brain hidden in there somewhere. So as long as he remembers to bring his wits about them over his shoes.
”I am sure you will do Tishtar proud, my dear boy” he replied to Elias, nodding his head. His attention shifted back to Lord Strenville. ”But of course. I am sure there is much to be discussed as quickly as possible. You are free to go as you please.”
Finally his tired eyes rested upon the young Lord Hæarnson of Fovoham. He trusted the boy, despite some rumors about him. He had proved his loyalty to Esedi many times, even in the war with Shahszhan. He couldn’t help but have some pride in the lord, and hoped he wouldn’t be too stressed by the challenge ahead. He watched the lord speak quietly with his champion, a young knight that King Allanard unfortunately did not recognize. The boy didn’t seem at all happy with standing in the great hall, and to some degree he couldn’t blame the lad. This was a mighty burden to bear for one’s region, but such a task must be carried out with dignity and bravery. It was an honor to serve for Esedi’s good, and the sooner the champions accepted this fate the easier it would be to carry the burden. He couldn’t hear what the pair was discussing, though murmuring to one another was hardly the sort of thing to be done in the hall.
”Lord Hæarnson, if you would please introduce your champion to the court I would be most appreciative.” He gave the lord a gently smile, and waved a hand towards him. ”I am sure you both have much to discuss as well, perhaps in the privacy of your own quarters. Though I cannot help but be curious on this lad you’ve brought before us.”