Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160618002914/@comment-17114085-20160825121017

The night seemed to have gone very well. The wedding had been pleasant, the feast was great and lively, event he soldiers at the camp were having a grand old time celebrating. Though in the back of his mind Rob knew that this day was only a final break before they were off to war again. The past week had been an escape from the war, one that Rob thoroughly needed. He had been fighting ever since his father was executed months ago, it felt good to relax for once.

He smiled. The only thing that could make this night better was if Jeanne was here.

The change was so subtle that the king didn't even notice, but the band's lively tune had changed to a solemn one.

Callie looked over at the band, whom was above in the second floor of the keep. Why are they playing this song at such an event. The Dowager Queen was not fond of the Duke's Demise.

It was a somber song, written about a tragic even that happened many years ago. The Duke of Wessen Hills, of the Rane Family, had grown ambitious and dared to challenge the ruling Bantien Family of Daggerfall. The story did not end well for the Duke as he was defeated and had to watch as his entire family was hung for crimes treason, he was the last to die. The Duchy was then passed to the La Rouches, whom had been vassals of the Ranes before then. Now both the Bastiens and the Ranes are gone...only the La Rouches remain.

When the minstrel began to sing many in the room grew silent. "And who are you, the proud Duke said, that I must bow so low? Only a dragon of different scales, that's all the truth I know. In scales of red or scales of black, a dragon still has claws, And mine are long and sharp, my king, as long and sharp as yours. And so he spoke, and so he spoke, that Duke of Wessen Hills, But now the Ranes weep o'er his hall, with no one there to hear. Yes now the Ranes weep o'er his hall, and not a soul to hear."