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fourknights2018-12-08 01:02 am
drachenritter) wrote in fourknights2018-12-08 01:02 am
motivates seiko to play aglovale
Siegfried would like to believe that he is able to be subtle, or at least act in a manner that is least likely to arouse suspicion. He has taken a number of approaches towards this, including travelling in the night and avoiding well trodden roads in favour of hidden corners and valleys of places to avoid being seen. What Siegfried didn't count on, was the fact that he would be spotted by those who knew him. He believed that he wouldn't be of any interest to anyone outside of Feendrache, but clearly fate had other plans for him.
He was to investigate Wales, not as a Feendrache spy but simply as an outsider curious to help his friends. This was in no way in any official capacity, but he did have his suspicions. Wales was prospering, the streets peaceful and everyone seemed to be happily living their lives in harmony while singing praises of their leader, the Lord of Frost Aglovale. As long as they trusted in Aglovale's leadership, then Wales would continue to prosper. But unknown to most citizens, the way that Aglovale approached things was to be utterly ruthless and crush everything that would bring harm to Wales. And this included rampant capturing of neigbouring lands that had been unstable by his machinations.
While Siegfried couldn't prove anything, he had his suspicions. And his suspicions were rarely wrong. What he didn't count on was being spotted by Aglovale. While he had taken up temporary residence in a run down inn outside the city, the Innkeeper nervously knocked on his door saying that there were members of the Imperial Frostguard who were there to see him. Siegfried was ready for a fight and was surprised when the said soldiers instead handed him a letter with his name written on it. He blinked, unsure what to make of this most curious incident. When it was clear that the Frostguard wouldn't leave, he opened the letter and read it.
It was a formal invitation to the palace. This was a trap, it had to be. The way it was worded suggested that Aglovale would not take no for an answer. Plus as much as he could fight off an entire platoon of soldiers by himself, sometimes the most prudent course of action was to go with the path of the least resistance. At least this way, he could perhaps question the man about his intent more directly. Folding up the letter again, he indicated that he would follow the soldiers. Quietly. With his belongings.
The formalities of a royal court made him deeply uneasy as he stood in his armour, helmet on and sword strapped to his back ready for a fight if it ever came to it. Aglovale's throne room was grand and displayed all the splendor that reflected Wales' current prosperity. It also made Siegfried out of place, the lone sliver of darkness amongst all this displayed light. Aglovale himself had not made an appearance yet, but he wagered that he would soon. After all, the tone of his letter indicated that Aglovale had indeed, been expecting him.
Part of him wondered whether he was careless that this had come about or simply unlucky and that he had no chance in escaping this encounter whether he liked it or not. Regardless, he hoped that this would be as painless and swift as he could possibly make it.
He was to investigate Wales, not as a Feendrache spy but simply as an outsider curious to help his friends. This was in no way in any official capacity, but he did have his suspicions. Wales was prospering, the streets peaceful and everyone seemed to be happily living their lives in harmony while singing praises of their leader, the Lord of Frost Aglovale. As long as they trusted in Aglovale's leadership, then Wales would continue to prosper. But unknown to most citizens, the way that Aglovale approached things was to be utterly ruthless and crush everything that would bring harm to Wales. And this included rampant capturing of neigbouring lands that had been unstable by his machinations.
While Siegfried couldn't prove anything, he had his suspicions. And his suspicions were rarely wrong. What he didn't count on was being spotted by Aglovale. While he had taken up temporary residence in a run down inn outside the city, the Innkeeper nervously knocked on his door saying that there were members of the Imperial Frostguard who were there to see him. Siegfried was ready for a fight and was surprised when the said soldiers instead handed him a letter with his name written on it. He blinked, unsure what to make of this most curious incident. When it was clear that the Frostguard wouldn't leave, he opened the letter and read it.
It was a formal invitation to the palace. This was a trap, it had to be. The way it was worded suggested that Aglovale would not take no for an answer. Plus as much as he could fight off an entire platoon of soldiers by himself, sometimes the most prudent course of action was to go with the path of the least resistance. At least this way, he could perhaps question the man about his intent more directly. Folding up the letter again, he indicated that he would follow the soldiers. Quietly. With his belongings.
The formalities of a royal court made him deeply uneasy as he stood in his armour, helmet on and sword strapped to his back ready for a fight if it ever came to it. Aglovale's throne room was grand and displayed all the splendor that reflected Wales' current prosperity. It also made Siegfried out of place, the lone sliver of darkness amongst all this displayed light. Aglovale himself had not made an appearance yet, but he wagered that he would soon. After all, the tone of his letter indicated that Aglovale had indeed, been expecting him.
Part of him wondered whether he was careless that this had come about or simply unlucky and that he had no chance in escaping this encounter whether he liked it or not. Regardless, he hoped that this would be as painless and swift as he could possibly make it.