(RP) Council in Crisis?

[BajaElladan]

Standing, almost at Attention, from years of discipline, Lord Elladan considered what next must be done. The "Great Powers" have seemingly abandoned the Royal Council, perhaps the entire Realm, at a time of great need. The disloyalty of a few New Magincian's along with the increased acts of Piracy upon the High Seas, may well be spreading civil unrest and strife throughout several of Britainnia's most important Cities and Towns. However, our History also suggests Dark, more sinister forces, may also be at work.

Having decided, Lord Elladan summoned Sir Roland and instructed Him:

"Have the Scribes immediately Write up Letters to each Member of the Royal Council. Bid them Come to the Castle this Saturday evening, the 25th day of February, at the tolling of the 8th Bells. Send our Swiftest most Skilled Couriers to deliver the Invitations."

[OOC: 8 PM Baja or California Time, 11 PM Eastern Time, and 10 PM Central Time]
A Rune shall be Secured at the entrance of the Community Center in NorthWest Luna owned by Charlemagne.

 

[Fig_The_Ancient]

(um dont you mean Febuary?..lol)

The hooded man rushed to the castle. His mission was both secret and urgent. His mount was covered with sweat by the time he reached the doors of Castle Fig.

He raced by the other staff, berely acknowledging their presence. He climbed the ladder to the top the north east tower.

Fig sat playing his flute, as he often did. He stopped his playing as the hooded man climbed the final steps up the ladder.

"Master.", the hooded man said, kneeling before the old man, panting and out of breath.

"Calm yourself, my child.", Fig said, gently raising the hooded man to his feet. "I can guess you have something to report?".

"The major cities of Sosoria are burning with the fires of desention and rioting. It is as you predicted. You have been summoned to a meeting of the High Council.", the hooded man replied.

"I will of course be there. There is much to discuss.", Fig said. "Send word back to Lord Elladan that I will be there."

The hooded man bowed to the old man and climbed back down the ladder leaving the old man alone with his thoughts. He resumed his peacefull flute playing, but his thoughts raced.

He thoughts were of his beautiful Britain, in flames, as rioters run rampant, while the Council remains powerless to stop what is coming. New Maginicia, now the isle of pride, breaking away essentually breaking up the Virtue lands. If there was a time for evil to step in, it would be now, while Sosoria is weak.

"Aye, much to discuss.", he sighed.

The old man stopped playing and placed his flute into his nearby pack. He hoisted it over his shoulder, grabbed his robes from the nearby manniquin, and with a few words, vanished.

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(btw there is an EM event schedualed for 7 pm the same day so we might have to meet after)