Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170605191359/@comment-24685738-20170607141829

Donnel was about to reply to Fordola, before noticing the rather large arm that had just interrupted his personal space. "Excuse me, sir? What are you doing?"

The boy whimpered, still terrified of the big Nord, despite the fact that he had rescued him from a beating. Doing so may have ensured his family's death, when the night was over...

"Jarl Eamond Ravencrone." Aemon announce, and the old, wizened man stood up, willing to take his punishment like a man. He had actually supported the Blackfyres and fought in the war, and it had been he who had slain one of the Emperor's brothers. Although he had been pardoned, he knew this day would come.

"Run, you idiots!" Came a shriek, the bride ripping off her veil. Her curly blonde hair fell around her face, revealing the dark bags under her eyes and the unbearable pain so present.

Aerion slapped her so hard that she fell beneath the tables, but the damage was done. With special permission of the Princess, and as the Emperor made no move to stop it, the noblemen got up and ran. Without names, Aerion's guard wasn't about to follow them.

So, of course, Aerion continued to read name.

"Lord Janic Tirenson.... Countess Eira Argon... Count Derrick Valga... The Bastard of Battlehorn... Jarl Korden of Winterhold... Queen Kiara Harin..."

The guards made specific moves to grab those people, though over the din it was hard to hear names, so the noblemen and noblewomen were practically being herded into the streets.

"I guess it's a hunt, then." Aerion laughed. His father glared at him, helping Dera to her feet, although he still did nothing. Aerion wasn't next in line for the throne, luckily, so he could do whatever he wanted.

"We just need to grab some stuff to prepare for the journey." Arik told his group, dashing for his rooms so that he could disguise himself. Rhaela did likewise.

"And then to the Black Horse Inn, to find some mercenaries."