Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28667390-20160607034822/@comment-9075949-20160608124959

Felix observed his men training in Castle Dour. Under his rule, city watch exchanged their medium scaled armours for heavy, plated armour, more akin to the guardsmen in the Imperial City. He watched as his men sparred, while two others were training with crossbows under the watchful eye of the Guard's Captain, Geralt. He was a tall, muscular man, who wore the same armour his men did, except that he didn't wear a helmet, and wore a short, black cape over his left shoulder, which was emblazoned with the Solitude Wolf emblem.

"How is the training going, Captain?" Felix asked

"My men are proving to be efficent with their crossbows, my Lord." Geralt answered

"What about the Rangers? Did they return yet?"

"I'm afraid not, my Lord. They are still taking care of the bandits in Fort Hraggstad." Geralt answered

"Good. Once we take back the fort, our holding's will definitely become safer. Continue the good work, Captain." Felix said

"The Eight guide you, Lord Protector." Geralt responded, turning to his men

Felix walked back to the Blue Palace. He, unlike the previous Jarl, wasn't afraid to show up in public alone. As he walked, many people greeted him, with some even giving him small gifts of jewelry, which he always denied. At the door of the palace, two watchmen stood at the entrance to the palace.

"At ease, soldiers." Felix said as he entered the palace

The palace looked just the same as it did during the Civil War, however now, most of the banners showing the Solitude Wolf had also the coat of arms of the Talionus clan on them. As Felix walked down to the throne, he noticed his brother talking to a Paladin. The Paladins were mostly veteran soldiers or men trained ever since birth to be extremely skilled in both Combat and Magic, while also being very devoted to the Divines. Their armours were crafted in the Skyforge, with a High Priest of the Divines blessing the suit of armour immediately after being made, which made them imbued with magical power. They usually spent their time either guarding the palace and the Jarl or praying at the Temple.

Felix sat on his throne, grabbed a tall, decorated wine glass, and slwoly sipped away while sitting.