Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190920211413/@comment-17114085-20191113204802

When the dawn came, Jarl Ivar's force and the Companions loaded up into their longboats and continued to sail down the White River. They crossed into Ostmark, not encountering any trouble for the rest of the trip since no bandit or wild animal would dare to attack such a large forces.

They arrived at the city of Vindhelm two days later during the late afternoon.

Elisiv was wide-eyed at the sight of the large stone city. The walls of her home of Drakefell were nothing compared to the the massive granite walls of Vindhelm.

"Ysgramor's city." She muttered. She had heard stories of the ancient city, but never visited it before.

The docks were full, so the Ylgermet Companions had to leave their boats on some makeshift piers that had been set up outside the city.

Captain Bodvar expected as much. He had been coming back and forth between Vindhelm and Yorgrim a lot during the last few months so he had seen how busy the city had become. "I've reserved a spot for our camp on the western bank of the river."

Jofrodr and the other Companions began to unload their supplies.

"You are perceptive." Yslenor muttered. She looked over to the half-breed. "Curates are high ranking members of the Chantry of Auriel, the Arch-Curate being the one above us all. The Chantry holds a lot of power here in Mereth. Even though the Paladins are a seperate order, the Chantry even holds a bit of power over them."

Her statement didn't explain why she in particular was treated with so much respect by the other Falmer. From what Karyor could tell she wasn't very old, in fact most of the people calling her Lady seemed to be older than her.

Yslenor didn't say anything more. She didn't see it as beneficiary to be telling the Half-Breed about these things.

Before Karyor could question her further, the set of doors beside them opened up. Out walked the Arch-Curate. He walked slowly, but not out of necessity due to his age. Instead his speed seemed to a deliberate choice.

Yslenor stood up and bowed her head the old priest.

He gestured for her to sit, then looked over at Karyor. "So this is the one you have been telling me about. The half-breed." The disgust in his voice when he said the elven word for Half-breed was palpable. Either he couldn't hide it, or he chose not to hide it in order to provoke Karyor.

The Falmer Queen was escorted from the Chantry to the royal palace of Ilinhame. It was built very close to the Chantrym, being connected to it by a raised walkway so that travel between both of them need not require going through the city.

Walking right behind her was her personal bodyguard, an experienced Knight-Paladin of the order,. When they were far enough into the walkway that there was noone close to them, he said. "Maire, you seem upset."

She stopped and turned around to face him.

He would've smiled had her face not shown him the sense of betrayal that she was feeling. She can never hide her emotions from me. Edrilor thought. "What's wrong?" He went to brush her cheek, but she slapped his hand away.

"Did you know?" She demanded. Her usually calm voice hot with anger.

"Maire..." He started to say, but couldn't bring himself to lie to her face. "I did." He replied, a bit ashamed.

"Why didn't you tell me about this...this invasion? You've been keeping me in the dark this whole time. I thought I could trust you." She accused.

"I'm sorry, Maire, but I was given strict orders not to say anything to you." Edrilor tried to explain himself.

She turned her heel and began to walk away. "I'm not blind, not stupid. I've seen the mustering of the soldiers, the drafting of the citizes. No one explained to me what was going on at all and now when the enemy is practically at our doorstep they decide to tell me we are going to be attacked."

"The Arch-Curate didn't want you to worry." He followed after her.

She let out an angry sigh and stopped again. "Your father knows best, is what you're trying to say. I'm just sit quietly, smile and let him handle everything." She stopped and looked out to the city below. "I may not govern them, but these are still my people. Of course I'd worry about them. The humans they..."

He moved in beside her. "You needn't worry, my queen. The humans will never reach Ilinhame. If they do I will cut them all down myself. They won't harm a single hair on your head."