Imperial Roleplay Thread

In the fortress of Iron Keep, a man sits in a dark room, lit only by single candlelight. The man is Daron Reithel, lord of fortress. He reads various reports of movements of the Imperial Army and scouting reports of locations of rebel pockets. He brushes most aside, looking for one in particular. Upon finding it, he skims it from what must be the dozenth time that day. The word that Panshaw had fallen into rebel hands, and that the key leaders, Kyrok and Warren Blackmoore were there, dangerously close to home. A sigh escapes the noble's lips as the wooden door to the room creaks open. A gentleman not much older than Riethel, but appearances would lead others to believe otherwise, approaches Riethel's desk with paper in hand.

"Troubled my lord?" The man's gray hair glowed as he entered the candlelight.

"Not quite Bernard. I just..."

"Wish your wife was here? My lord?" Bernard interrupted. Bernard was in charge of recruiting new members to aid in the defenses of Silver Keep, he had served Baden for years.

"Yes. But only because she would tear these rebels apart as though they were nothing. Alas, she is busy writing her newest novel."

"Did you not take this position so she would not have fight? My lord?" Bernard dryly retorted.

Growing a bit annoyed, Lord Riethel eyed his companion. "What is your hand there? Surely you aren't here to hear me talk about my wife."

"Ah, of course." Bernard handed Daron the paper and explained, "The Imperial Council wishes for us to retake Panshaw as soon as possible. What fun it will be."

Riethel began reading the missive, looking briefly up at Bernard. "Will we be receiving any aid?"

"On the contrary my Lord, we are to amass more men and women and have them trained and sent to the Golden City to prepare for the inevitable attack."

"So they wish for us to remove troops from the Keep, while trying to plan an attack? Genius... Who came up with this plan?"

"I do believe it was the head council man, Duke Fay. Your Duke."

Riethel groaned and placed his head in his hand. After a brief moment he spoke. "Well, we cannot disobey orders. Try to pull some of the locals into the fortress, and we will do what we can."

"Yes, my Lord." Bernard began to exit before he was called to again.

"Oh, one last thing Bernard. Please, have this message delivered to Keya."

"Of course my Lord."

Bernard exited the room and Daron looked again at his orders. Sighing he blew out his candle and prepared himself for bed.