Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160322224717/@comment-24510587-20160425082834

(O sheit - first contact!

Also, seeing as there hasn't been a response in days, I'll just assume that the manor is burning to ashes.)

~10th of Sun's Dawn

As the sun started lowering below the horizon, the Imperium's army watched the Lady's manor slowly but steadily incinerate. Every now and then, a guard would come up to a window, only to be shot immediately by an archer or a Dragoon. It was a gruesome way to come to your end, but they killed general Agrippa. They knew the consequences.

~25th of First Seed

As soon as they came into view, the three warships were tracked by the Imperium's soldiers. However, as they entered the port, and it became clear that they were here in peace, the Elves were met by Faustus' Steward, Scitus.

"You hail from the Summerset Isles, correct?" Scitus said in a friendly tone. "The Monarch will want to meet you. Please, follow me."

Scitus led the Chancellor through Anvil's streets, which were brimming with activity at this time of day. Vendors were yelling about all sorts of deals, shoppers were trying to haggle, children ran after each other, musicians were playing some songs at the corner of the street. It was very lively.

Eventually, the entourage reached Faustus' manor. "The Monarch will meet you here," Scitus told the Chancellor. "Good luck with whatever you want to speak about." With that, the Steward left them.