Jarvis Gloregon on his Warship arrives at the port of Kelera.
The Baron of the King settled across the shore, High Lords of Kingdom Orbitaris; the great high force [https://img.wattpad.com/2346144afd16005432256d2b5d57ec38e5377012/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f7630573866385558565a31725f773d3d2d313130363733363135302e313639356464343564336466363466613130373034373835353634352e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
The Baron of the King settled across the shore, High Lords of Kingdom Orbitaris; the great high force. Most of the infantry are populated by young men, no women-of-arms are seen, no age demand to be part of the force. Thus far equipped heavy titanium bonded armor of the knights and archers from head to toe, spikes of titanium sticking out like a sharp beetle horn, killing whilst an unaware enemy go near onto it.
He was proud to show everyone the assets obtained. Banners visible on the shore where they draw near, black lion heads geared up to devour, staring behind a gray horizon the pride dark royalty during the time stopping on the port. Huge and strong, the captain slowed down the vessel, knocking against the fortified halting borders of Kelera Port. Massive steel crossbows turrets and iron catapults are being built at the seaside as a defending wall for what is to come.
Not far from the seaside borders are medium-sized patrol ships they passed through with guardsmen of the sea, ravaging the edges of the island they will settle in.
Beside the Port is a barrack where the comrade-in-arms break one's journey to serve the land they intercede in. Packed summoned by the kingdom, armed men and archers gone down the ship as well as others, rearmost the captain of the ship lean itself behind the pack of iron lads. Furious faces to get the strength and expedience on the sea they look out for. Salute, Jarvis made its way to his golden cargo by jowl of his maidservant Luada.
The scattered men piercing their eyes at the time he omits the strong wood warship.
Jarvis: Hurry up girl, stop being stupid. We have something to relay for the King, the opposers are on the islands so we need to go and do something, over and beyond the rivals.
Luada: Yes, m'lord.
She mumbled on her bleeding red lips. His nobility talks out gawked still at his necklace the lion's tooth. Affixed his eye on the Warship he has gone to and commanded one of the knights alongside him docking the southern islands.
Jarvis: Bring me Sir Akali, and the dwarf, Sheriff Navareth, Lady Ravina as well, I'll call them for a discussion, Now!" Face with stern walking to the wagon near the barracks.
The forest is thick and covering the mountains surrounding the Circle of the Chained. Mountains hid the unknown, the music is resonant throughout some time at the realm, but they never knew what's folding for at the hid behind the Alps, eyes of people who don't need to see it, but he ears they affix is inevitable to clear it.
The ferry Baron shouted as they walk towards the wagon with three banners of mighty lions facing the Mountains. In the back of his firm attitude as a nobleman, he left the seat and gave a hand to Lady Ravina of the Counsel seated beside Luada, then let Sir Akali lead the Horses beside Navareth, an equestrian learned from many battles on a horse ride. Behind two bannermen with a claymore ready on the sheath.
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Sir Akali: Where are we going, m'lord?
The Knight asked with worry, he doesn't know where he just mounted on can get him.
Jarvis: Shut down any words for now Akali, we talk when we get there. Obey me by the name of the King.
Terrified, a Man-at-arms of the Archers and a Sheriff got turned down by those menacing words away from the Orbitaris's creeds. Stumbling a slight, the road is ruined kindred like the castles a stone's throw from them scattered around, rocking the opposite road of Whippel. Ups and downs they go, wheeling the muddy puddles, seeing them 'jumping' on their seats bumping the debris taking them dawn to before noontime to arrive.
Lady Ravina: Beyond any doubt, here we are, Ruined Castle of Kalgatic cluttered by an earthquake ten years ago by the beast we do not know for. Around the Alps you see forward, inside was one of the nature's destruction.
Sheriff Navareth: A beast?
The young sheriff asked.
Frowning Answer of the Lady, the halfman sheriff about to speak, he got interrupted.
Lady Ravina: Did you ever live here? or maybe you're just not familiar by the magnificent being within it as you're just on the citadel waiting for your money."
He gorges himself, he's surrounded by stern high people answering small questions thus mind hungry for knowledge.
Sheriff Navareth: I'm not familiar my Lady.
Lady Ravina: You will never know unless it's crying.
Sollorets and Poulaine can't stand the muddy road surface after the rain. Lady Ravina, Navareth, and the guardsmen halted at the side of the muddy entrance, leaving them to kick one's heels. Deserted, Uninviting complexion enclosed the narrow space like a wall of trees by the side, steps of stones to the top of the ruined castle. The green filled the atmosphere. Large vines and Tree roots crossing the threshold of the Ruined Castle to the bottom within rushing waters like a waterfall. The storm lately caused the minimal chaos inside, shattering the abandoned beauty the men of Kingdom Orbitaris left to worship.
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Sir Akali: Now I wonder why it's muddy in here. don't need anyone to know this, so we call a halt to ask you a thing I will be desperate to know. We recently locked our anchor from the island this morning.
The king's men talked a sudden, intruding the winds of the breeze and tweets of tiny birds atop the statues of the castle. The place is likely a palace, grand stairwell covered in mud and vines, figures, paintings at the partitions as they go down the steep steps. Stopped, standing on the sigil of a lion, roughed sculptured and painted on the wet floor. It was stiff, the smell of weed and grass, gushing waters atop of the green moss. Insects of dawn crawling far and accumulates the space, uninhabited by people since the wrecking great earthquake by the hidden one behind the mountains.
Wrecked conducive to its purpose, taking away the smell for the beasts of prey threatening one of their Kingdom's hidden power.
Eyes affixed, Sir Akali felt the nerves at the tip where he stares into his spirit.
Jarvis: Did you do what I told you before you act in accordance with them as they go? The fishermen and the two brave boys~how about them in that little boat?
He growled sarcastically.
Sir Akali: I obeyed your command. We followed the boat, giving them the pack of gold and fishes you wished for and let them go without any trouble m'lord.
He asked his lord, glaring with fear supposing he will teach him some lesson at the place where the one's feet be set. Drawing near steps in front of him, making plain onto his gold around his collar as he moves in the sunray gaping at the palace window.
Drawing near steps in front of him, making plain onto his gold around his collar as he moves in the sunray gaping at the palace window [https://img.wattpad.com/e4d8a89b32af3c39065a5319e4e9f03c46db0841/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f463061322d495a4b676b444c38513d3d2d313130363733363135302e313662633034633664346664633837633239323133353434383834382e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Jarvis: Remember when I told you to give them an outturn before making claims on the riches we gave them right?
Sir Akali: Yes sir~
Jarvis: Did you stick into it?
Lord Jarvis interrupted as he answered his question.
Sir Akali: Without any questions and check m'lord. I followed and obeyed what you asked for.
The Knight said, nodding.
Jarvis: Good, and one more thing...
They were about to head out, pointing a finger at him,
Jarvis: Never let anyone know it, bring it onto the open only for the King and the Council. Obey me by his name, I'm one of the Baron of this Kingdom, we must protect the intelligence as much as humanly possible. Got it?"
Sir Akali: Yes sir.
They got out of the ruined palace, the horses of the ride halted there killing the time as they talk, briefly. Right before noon, the sun gazes be on the side, separated within the dark clouds come carrying a storm. The challenging period of the ride begins again, this time, the black hooded messengers on a cloak mounted and ride the same path as them, rushing into the winds they come to give and pass the words needed an answer.
Riding fast is incapable for, otherwise than the cart they pass through is a royal one, they can't look down on one's nose at the commands called for them. One he called, Navareth the Dwarf hissed the messenger clothed with black cloak riding a black horse, he turns his rope to the side, facing them slowly. Looking sinister yet a stranger it may seem, a part of them, a duty they carry on their backs.
Messenger: What is it you command? A red-haired boy blocking off the light in his face seems to be having a squint inside the golden wagon [https://img.wattpad.com/d5d3d2526e2769e3caab26295a4b5ca43d804d5a/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f5777496b636535314568386d53773d3d2d313130363733363135302e313662633035313266633732663631393639333537333934333832312e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Messenger: What is it you command? A red-haired boy blocking off the light in his face seems to be having a squint inside the golden wagon. Appearance, all of them are sparse but in the same path as the road is on the place.
Jarvis: Where did your piece of news came from boy? Hand it for me.
He recognized already that it's the baron, Lord Jarvis Gloregon, the bald one with his credible gold and wealthy symbol components full of admiration no matter when he walks out the forces. At first touch and see, the seal sticking apparently on the paper, an inspector's message marked with a seal of a black tarantula. The 'Hidden ones' they call it, scattered around the opposite to take care of the information needed undisclosed publicly as possible.
Jarvis: You heard me, don't you? Go back to the emissary camp or whatever you are shelled in and take the other messages as you needed, this one is predominant to the head of state for it's an inspector's word as I see in the seal. I'll take care of this, you understand? he commanded.
Messenger: But why? With my respect, this is not the message you fondly anticipate. The message only needed the King's answer.
The young messenger answered him with respect and hidden irate at the same time. He's holding an inspector's word compelled to the High Head.
Jarvis: Where are you heading? Tell them you delivered it to the King, the baron gave it to you, expect them to not care since I hand the king by his name. Now take it, we'll take care of the answer. the royal lord asked the mounted boy.
Messenger: Castle of Summitseye.
Reach out of his deep pocket pouch, clings a ton of its gold unto its clothes. He grabbed eighteen Nakilaes, thrice their daily duty income. Jarvis chuckled but was polite to him. The messenger continued, never introduced himself even his note, background, and reverence. Traveling back to the emissary camp which every town, every port, and every castle have in common for messages to be received miles from them by a messenger. Needed to go in as unbudgeable speed as possible to get to Summitseye Castle before dusk, the King's throne lies where he sits.
Messenger: The Summitseye is miles here m'lord, we should take a messenger for that. Lady Ravina encouraged Jarvis netting another way to message the king.
Lady Ravina: M'lady, a discourse one-on-one will be a better choice, no ironic thoughts and message likely sent by the messengers on a paper. A better way to know a person's true feelings is talking to them in person, not to talk like ravens a mile away showing a false truth. One more, others will know it in the port. In the Castle, none of them will be made aware of this situation.
Fortunate they think, sustenance behind them is enough for a morrow before they arrive, salted fish to not perish and loaves of bread. The castle is miles away closer to Agenvar and facing the Whippelroad, but still notably far making their stomach uneasy by the travel. Slip through his mind to seek and open the message. Wrapped, moreover dusted by the wind and answer the question on his thoughts, who by given the king a word.
The message only needed the King's answer.