Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191106235810/@comment-5543592-20191111021332

Taneth
It was night in the city. Just off the docks of the city sat the Hall of the Virtues of Was, the tallest structure in Taneth, a tower with as many stories as it has stories.

The Hall of the Virtues of War had settled into it’s night time lull. The tower stood open, its large sliding doors pulled aside, but asleep. If one were to visit it at this hour, they would only see it’s teacher. Through the doors, down on the first floor in the training room, Master Gaffar swept the padded mats, racked the practice swords back up along the walls. The lights insides were dim, lanterns burning low. There was a knock on the door frame and a man stuck his head in.

“Master?”

Gaffar called over his shoulder. “Come in, Heidar.”

A fit, Redguard in his mid-thirties stepped in. A sword hung from each hip. He wore loose, billowing clothing, fit for a fighter, sandals on his feet.

“How’s business, master?” Heidar asked, sauntering in. He went to the center of the training room.

“Progressing.” Gaffar said, setting the broom aside and joining Heidar at the center. “Several of my students are making promising strides. Although, I have never had a student like you.”

Heidar cracked a smile. “Appreciate that.”

“It was not a compliment.”

“Took it as one all the same.”

Gaffar snorted, folding his arms.

Heidar looked about the practice room, shadows falling across him. “Is he here?”

Gaffar nodded yes, and then spoke aloud, “Heidar’s arrived, lord.”

The stairway to the upper floors of the hall was well concealed, set in the far back corner of the training room, and out of it Prince Magnus emerged. Broad, tall, with dark olive skin. His face was battle-hardened with proud features. He wore a crisp military suit. Heidar stood up, saluting.

“Heidar.” Magnus nodded back.

“General.”

The three of them gathered at the center. In the dark light, they could barely see one another. The city beyond the tower was quiet. The city square that Hall of Virtues existed in saw most of its activity during the day.

“We’re all here, lord.” Gaffar said, folding his arms. “What’s this about?”

Magnus got right to it. “Elinhir.”

“Yeah, I heard about that.” Heidar said. “Probably a coup, is what it seems like. Someone planning to make moves at the grand council.”

Gaffar listened to Heidar, then looked to Magnus, whose mouth was drawn into a line. “You don’t think so?”

Magnus shook his head. “Too clean. Coups don’t wait. And they’re messy.”

Heidar smiled anew, let out a sardonic laugh. “From what I’ve heard, general, this was plenty messy.”

“What would you like us to do, lord?” Master Gaffar asked.

“Heidar will go to Elinhir.” Magnus said. “And keep regular correspondence with you. You will keep me apprised.”

“Do you know what is going on?” Gaffar asked. Heidar’s smile faded and he looked to Magnus with interest.

The Prince hesitated before answering. “I have my suspicions.”