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Post by Azallus on May 19, 2024 21:30:37 GMT
Julith put the missive down. She had read it a couple of times already and mostly did so now again out of boredom. She grabbed the ruby-encrusted goblet in which she had poured a glass of the darkest red wine, which clashed magnificently against her pale skin and blue lips, and took a sip. She had recieved the letter a while ago. It seemed Noxus had deemed it time to send someone for a meeting. This someone was according to the missive, The Black Wolf himself, Gaius van Baelsar, coming to discuss the possibilities of cooperation. Julith was a woman of class, and had thusly forced her Grambos, the horned, hooded little pests of minions she had, to clean the castle. She had gone through the proceedings in her mind already. She was curious what they wanted this time, and why they had chosen to come to her.
Walking back and forth in her throne room, her heels clicking against the floor, she pondered some more. She had to admit speculating on it would lead nowhere, and instead she drained her goblet and sat in her throne, drumming her fingers against the armrest. Although he could still be on time, he was precious close to running late.
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Post by DornKoon on May 20, 2024 7:23:42 GMT
Brákmar, the City-state of Darkness and Evil. The name would be enough to tell what kind of place it was, the worst hellhole filled with the worst criminals the Realm had to offer. Crime ran rampant inside its walls, with things like pickpockets being the least of those, at least if one were to go off reputation and rumours.
It did not bother Gaius much as he arrived in the city. Noxus encouraged their citizens to take what they wanted and fight their way up, that once a lot in life depended on skill, wit, and tenacity, not birth and good fortune, even if that helped at times. Still, the soldiers he took with him were much more nervous.
"Are you sure this is a good idea, sir?" Asked his lieutenant, throwing a glance at a group of thug-like citizens glaring at them. "You know what they say about this place..."
"I'm very aware, Lieutenant." Said Gaius calmly without breaking his stride. "As for how good of an idea this is, Julith is among the most powerful entities in The Realm, and for all their... flaws, Brákmar has a powerful and tenacious army. They would make good allies, and their mentality is not to far from our own. But remember that we are still Noxus and, for the moment, guests of the city's mistress. The citizens would be fools to do anything that might anger her"
Gaius was, of course, right, and none of the people of Brákmar did anything to hinder their way, and they got nothing more than a few glares. Neither did it take them much to be let into the castle, positioned at the height of Brákmar. As they walked inside, Gaius could not help but feel a little nervous, but he was NOT about to let his soldiers or anyone else notice. Just as the city's clock rang, Gaius was shown into the Throne Room by one of Julith's little horned minions, leaving most of his entourage outside.
The Black Wolf had arrived on time, and Gaius approached the throne, dressed in the armour that was as much part of his reputation as his nickname. Once he was close, he did as any knight with any sense of honour would do: he kneeled. For someone like Julith, it was best to do things by the book.
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