Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160910175125/@comment-24736819-20161224214544

(Lol, didn't even saw it xD And well, since I won't have anymore character interacting with Jov, it seems, then I guess the timeskip is up to you...)

"While that may be, we are the Adamantine Order...or were and we are not trained for stealth.", Tristan replied, "Anyway, I'll leave you to yourselves them, gotta inform the Commander that the messager will travel by himself."

The young knight-squire bowed and promotly left in search of Doraleous.

"How is he?", the King thunderous voice asked, concerned.

"Still fighting for his life, your grace. We actually don't know what to do anymore...", one of the healers said, scratching his head.

"Loktar, what about the messager? Any news of him?", he then turned away from the fat and ill Lord, towards his castellan.

"Not yet, my liege...but it is a tricky quest, I suppose we'll have to wait and see.", the orsimer said, trying not to sound too doubtful.

"I suppose it is a long shot, but if our friends became our enemies...then I don't see why we can't make the other way around.", the gigantic breton stroked his beard and sighed.

"It's time to see if he's a bloody power thirsty brat or an actual King.", he added.

...

As the King spoke to his men, another servant of him approached King Julien's camp.

"I am here to seek an audience with your King! Take me to him!", a battle-hardened imperial shouted after managing to sneak into the camp. He raised his hands as if to show he was unarmed.