2nd of Fall, 514 AV
A wind blew in that afternoon along the Kabrin Road. On that wind came change, and with it something new. The baking sun beat down upon the forms slowly trudging along the Road. The crunching of dirt under wheels, hooves and many feet accompanied the caravan making its way to the sheltering arms of the main gate of castle Stormhold. It was unusual, however, to have a caravan arrive so unexpectedly. The trading partners for Syliras were often predictable, merchants and city officials often meeting with the knights, the council and the wealthy merchants of Syliras to arrange a time to shoot towards. But it was not unheard of.
The caravan itself appeared to be relatively small, six wagons and about 40 people and half as many horses. It was typical in makeup, wagon drivers, passengers and accompany travelers with a ring of hardened guards, most likely mercenaries, keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings. With the city in sight the foot sore and travel weary caravaners seemed to brighten, the guards relaxed visibly in their saddles. The knights, who already were aware of this most unusually timed caravan, awaited their arrival at the main gates and were asked to stop. As usual, the two gatekeepers stood flanking the gates, ready to inspect the caravan. The called out to them, "Hail! Where be ye from?"
The lead wagoneer called back, approaching with a quickened, but steady pace, "Zeltiva Ser! We come bearing, Timber, Gadgetry and Zeltivian Cuisine." And indeed it appeared this was so. Two of the great wagons were longer than others, the covered tarps easily discernible to be timbers and masts. At last they came to a stop at the gates and awaited instruction. The pair of knights began with wagons. They searched all of its contents, checking expensive trinkets such as a gearwork clock, or wind-up toy knights, devices of obvious care and precision. Some of the wagons contained provisions such as casks of kelp beer and dried and salted fish, along with the fine timber important from the mountainous region that Zeltiva was indeed famous for. All of it was checked, the wagons themselves were looked at carefully, the knights experts at discerning hidden compartments such as false bottoms. But despite their scrutiny, the wagons were what they were told to be, good laden vessels who made great distances from their homes across the earthen sea known as the Wildlands.
Next came the people and the horses. One by one people were brought to the elder of the pair of guards. The man was experienced enough in medicine to know a sickness when he saw it. Their possessions were sifted through and for the most part nothing was confiscated. But when the knights came to the last traveler. At the last moment this traveler broke away from the group and ran to the gates and pulled out a package from his cloak. The knights yelped and chased after, just as the man reached the gates. Quickly he pulled open the box.
Then there was nothing.
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"As such, we request that the knighthood look over the proposed changes to the law in regards to the Nuit in our city. With the upcoming envoy from Sahova it is in Syliras and the people's interest in fostering good relations. I am well aware of the suspicion the wizards and magic generally have in the city. But it is reasonable to think of the advantages a good relationship with Sahova could garner." Council member Valdrek Vashani said with a dry and concise manner. The representative of the Nuit populace then went on, droning about each advantage and how the proposed changes to the law would affect the ambassador's initial reception of the City of Peace. The rest of the council sat in polite deference as he expounded on the topic.
Most of the council was likely bored, Valdrek had a tendency to go over minutia if given the chance. However, Saler, the kelvic representative, gazed at the nuit hungrily. When it was his turn to have the floor came the vulture kelvic shook his head like the bird he was and blinked at the others and the small audience in the vaulted amphitheatre. "Ah yes" He began, "As you know the kelvics of the city remain scattered, my people are seen as pets at best. Something to be taken care of, sheltered. If we are just given a chance to show the people we are more than second class citizens, we will gain their respect. To do this I propose that the kelvics be given the choi-" The kelvic paused, hearing something the other council members did not, "Did you hear that? There it is agai-"
A streak of light burst into the council chambers, followed by a spray of stone and rubble. The light then struck the top most support of the ceiling, causing the entire structure to fracture and cave inwardly. It was perhaps the quick thinking of Saler that saved the majority of the council members. He hurled himself across the great table, knocking three of the council members off the dais and onto the chamber floor, with them three others got hurled back. But three of the nine were not so lucky.
The great chamber arranged so that all could hear and see the deliberations of the council. It was shaped like a bowl, with a dais in the center, raised up off the ground. The walls of the "bowl" were cut so that people could sit comfortably on the stone benches. Unfortunately the explosion took out a key support structure and much of the ceiling slammed down onto the dais. The room was filled with dust and screams as those who lay wounded moaned for help. The southern portion of the amphitheatre had collapsed, a great pile of rubble stood in its place.
Saler stood and blanched. "Quick! Help me move this rubble! There are people under there! Council members!" He shouted and ran to the edge of the rubble and began to start moving stone out of the way.
A wind blew in that afternoon along the Kabrin Road. On that wind came change, and with it something new. The baking sun beat down upon the forms slowly trudging along the Road. The crunching of dirt under wheels, hooves and many feet accompanied the caravan making its way to the sheltering arms of the main gate of castle Stormhold. It was unusual, however, to have a caravan arrive so unexpectedly. The trading partners for Syliras were often predictable, merchants and city officials often meeting with the knights, the council and the wealthy merchants of Syliras to arrange a time to shoot towards. But it was not unheard of.
The caravan itself appeared to be relatively small, six wagons and about 40 people and half as many horses. It was typical in makeup, wagon drivers, passengers and accompany travelers with a ring of hardened guards, most likely mercenaries, keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings. With the city in sight the foot sore and travel weary caravaners seemed to brighten, the guards relaxed visibly in their saddles. The knights, who already were aware of this most unusually timed caravan, awaited their arrival at the main gates and were asked to stop. As usual, the two gatekeepers stood flanking the gates, ready to inspect the caravan. The called out to them, "Hail! Where be ye from?"
The lead wagoneer called back, approaching with a quickened, but steady pace, "Zeltiva Ser! We come bearing, Timber, Gadgetry and Zeltivian Cuisine." And indeed it appeared this was so. Two of the great wagons were longer than others, the covered tarps easily discernible to be timbers and masts. At last they came to a stop at the gates and awaited instruction. The pair of knights began with wagons. They searched all of its contents, checking expensive trinkets such as a gearwork clock, or wind-up toy knights, devices of obvious care and precision. Some of the wagons contained provisions such as casks of kelp beer and dried and salted fish, along with the fine timber important from the mountainous region that Zeltiva was indeed famous for. All of it was checked, the wagons themselves were looked at carefully, the knights experts at discerning hidden compartments such as false bottoms. But despite their scrutiny, the wagons were what they were told to be, good laden vessels who made great distances from their homes across the earthen sea known as the Wildlands.
Next came the people and the horses. One by one people were brought to the elder of the pair of guards. The man was experienced enough in medicine to know a sickness when he saw it. Their possessions were sifted through and for the most part nothing was confiscated. But when the knights came to the last traveler. At the last moment this traveler broke away from the group and ran to the gates and pulled out a package from his cloak. The knights yelped and chased after, just as the man reached the gates. Quickly he pulled open the box.
Then there was nothing.
"As such, we request that the knighthood look over the proposed changes to the law in regards to the Nuit in our city. With the upcoming envoy from Sahova it is in Syliras and the people's interest in fostering good relations. I am well aware of the suspicion the wizards and magic generally have in the city. But it is reasonable to think of the advantages a good relationship with Sahova could garner." Council member Valdrek Vashani said with a dry and concise manner. The representative of the Nuit populace then went on, droning about each advantage and how the proposed changes to the law would affect the ambassador's initial reception of the City of Peace. The rest of the council sat in polite deference as he expounded on the topic.
Most of the council was likely bored, Valdrek had a tendency to go over minutia if given the chance. However, Saler, the kelvic representative, gazed at the nuit hungrily. When it was his turn to have the floor came the vulture kelvic shook his head like the bird he was and blinked at the others and the small audience in the vaulted amphitheatre. "Ah yes" He began, "As you know the kelvics of the city remain scattered, my people are seen as pets at best. Something to be taken care of, sheltered. If we are just given a chance to show the people we are more than second class citizens, we will gain their respect. To do this I propose that the kelvics be given the choi-" The kelvic paused, hearing something the other council members did not, "Did you hear that? There it is agai-"
A streak of light burst into the council chambers, followed by a spray of stone and rubble. The light then struck the top most support of the ceiling, causing the entire structure to fracture and cave inwardly. It was perhaps the quick thinking of Saler that saved the majority of the council members. He hurled himself across the great table, knocking three of the council members off the dais and onto the chamber floor, with them three others got hurled back. But three of the nine were not so lucky.
The great chamber arranged so that all could hear and see the deliberations of the council. It was shaped like a bowl, with a dais in the center, raised up off the ground. The walls of the "bowl" were cut so that people could sit comfortably on the stone benches. Unfortunately the explosion took out a key support structure and much of the ceiling slammed down onto the dais. The room was filled with dust and screams as those who lay wounded moaned for help. The southern portion of the amphitheatre had collapsed, a great pile of rubble stood in its place.
Saler stood and blanched. "Quick! Help me move this rubble! There are people under there! Council members!" He shouted and ran to the edge of the rubble and began to start moving stone out of the way.