Thea gives a shy smile and looks up to the Guard Captain. “We’re here to help and to look for help.” She tries to exude calm but the butterflies that normally rest in her hair flit about in agitation revealing her true mood. She takes a deep breath to calm herself and beckons the butterflies back to their place. One goes rogue and visits the guard captain, landing on his shoulder and visiting in that magical way that butterflies do.
The Captain looks down at the butterfly and smiles, watching as its wings rise up and down in gentle beats.
"Mithrandir? No idea what that means." The Guard Captain says. He pulls his helmet from his head and scratches his fingers through his hair, doing what he can to relieve himself of helmet hair. He wipes his hand down his face, then replaces the helmet. "Come along then. We'll go up to the main guard house for the castle and see what they say. You'll have to check your weapons outside, though. And that uh...these guys aren't going in."
The Captain points toward Ol' Ironsides and Birt Wrenils.
The streets of Castle Eternia are crammed full of patrons. If they thought the roads outside the castle were busy, they don't even come close to comparing to how things look behind the walls. There are people everywhere carrying out their business. Guards guarding. Merchants selling. The Guard Captain looks over his shoulder to make sure they're keeping up as they go.
He knocks on the the door of a large barracks outside the inner keep walls before they proceed forward, and then enters when he's summoned inside. Behind an ornate mahogany desk is an older guard who is clearly his superior as the Guard Captain offers a salute and the proper greeting of the day.
"I was summoned to the gate for...alleged couriers. Found these four there. These four and their pets. And that weird Fairy thing. They say they're here on AURYN related business, and something about someone named Mithrandir. They're requesting urgent council with the King."
He turns to the four.
"This is Commander Tulius. He'll decide what to do with you next."
The Commander stands from his position behind the desk.
"Now. Explain this to me. I'm not sure I follow what Captain Percival is on about."
Skot splutters- “Weird fairy thing?! I, sir and a Sprite and I’ll have you- mmmfffphhh….” He’s cut off by Thea clapping her hand over his mouth. She smiles apologetically. “Don’t mind Skot…it’s been 15 minutes since his last smoke and he’s not had a pie in days…” She laughs awkwardly and she looks to her friends to see who will take the lead in talking.
Dageron steps forward, this time gesturing more politely for the AURYN bearer to show their medallion (willingly - if they don't he will once again 'help' them produce it). His gruff voice (Josh Brolin!) clear, direct, but respectful. "We ARE marked couriers sent by the authority of the Ivory Tower and Mithrandir. We are charged with delivering two messages. One of friendship enduring. And one to warn of imminent dangers to your realm. Would you see us to your King with all haste, Sir Tulius? Our matters are urgent, and the hour to action calls ever closer."
Kerwyn reluctantly allows the stabling of Ole Ironsides, saying to him “Don’t you worry, your Daddy is gonna be back real soon. Don’t worry Schmoopy Ironsides, it is just for a little while. I bet these nice people have some tasty mushrooms to much on.”
After they walk back to Commander Tulius, Kerwyn steps forward as the Auryn bearer, eager to explain. He looks for help from the others at times and at the end, but he feels that he has this. “So, looky here Commander. This is the deal. I wanted to come in for a nice tour and check out the Castle, it has been a few years since I’ve been here, but a lot of things have been happening, ya know? Like earth shattering, end of the world kinda stuff. So Mr. Ironbritches over here(points to Dageron) is all antsy to get this going and didn’t want the tour. So he started vomiting up all of the goings on out there to your Castle Greeter, who was probably looking to just punch out after the end of a long shift, capiche? So here’s the deal. I come bearing the Auryn, with a message for the King from Gandalf, who you may also know as Mithrandir. Also from Atreyu. There’s a lot of mess going on in Hylia, at Hagsgate - naughty things that the Lord of Darkness has done, Lord Vader, and a guy named Ganondorf who calls himself Ganon now. Bad stuff like killing the Childlike Empress, taking over the Ivory Tower, trying to wreck the world and so forth. We did save the Alicorn, so there’s that.” Kerwyn stops here and looks as proud as can be, blowing on his fingers and shining them like he’s shining an apple, and looking with a “how bout da?” look at Dageron, nodding.
“Anyways, there’s a lot of crap going on right now that we need to bring the King up to speed on. And quick. Stuff that he needs to know. Atreyu needs the help of the King, and all of Eternia. We need to talk about what that looks like. So that’s the gist of it. I’m sure Dageron will talk your ear off about all of the tactical shit in proper military fashion. My name is Kerwyn by the way. I’m from Falcon Crest on the edge of Faron Woods. This fella is Travin, and this chick with the butterflies is Thea. We are pleased to meet you and we’d be glad to answer any questions you have, but the sooner we can speak to His Grace the better. I hope that sums it up for ya.”
Thea rubbing her forehead trying to clear an odd sensation at the mention of the Alicorn tries to focus on the task at hand. She gives a shy wave and her butterflies circle the captain as she’s introduced.
Dageron's eyes stare forward as Kerwyn starts yammering. Within seconds his jaw clenches (the sound of his teeth grinding is instantly audible). The more Kerwyn speaks the louder the grinding becomes. When Kerwyn is done speaking Dageron adds, "Indeed." Then swallows half a tooth that broke.
Travin orders Birt to stay put with ironsides, makes sure none of his weapons are visible, and whilst people are talking, Travin merely squints his eyes at Thea for a moment before
Tulius barely registers the Fiary-thing as it voices its frustrations, and then completely ignores it after the young woman clamps her hand over its face.
"Master Hobgoblin, I'm afraid I didn't catch your name." Tulius says as he listens to Dageron. "For that matter, I didn't catch any of your names. I..."
His eyes fix on the AURYN, and he clearly recognizes it and its importance. He begins to say something, then holds his tongue as Kerwyn begins to speak.
"Wow. You're the one whose neck they decided to hang the AURYN upon? Things must really be dire." Tulius says after hearing Kerwyn's explanation of their situation. He tents his fingers and rubs his forehead. "Very well then. Follow me."
He steps from his office and makes a rotating motion of his hand, a clear signal that he expects them to do what he's asking as he takes them through the gates of the keep. As they enter the palace, they can all only marvel at the craftsmanship of its construction and the gold spun tapestries, scarlet rugs, golden and crystal fixtures studded with every jewel they could conceive, and even some they could not. They strode hallways upon hallways in a building that felt endless and eternal. Master crafted stone walls and doors made of solid Hylian oak. Stained glass windows that depicted the heroics of heroes, time immemorial.
Finally they arrived at a door flanked on either side by two guards that look like they knew what they were doing. Tulius paused, checked himself over, then faced the group.
"Best behavior. You're about to be before the King and Queen of Eternia. I suggest you let that one talk."
He pointed at Dageron.
He reached his hand out, knocked in a rhythmic pattern, and was then summoned to enter by someone inside. They stepped in. At a large table sat two people, a man and a woman, both in regal attire and eating with the best plates and implements any of them had ever seen. The spread of the meal was huge. A whole turkey. Piles of corn cobs. Potatoes in multiple states of preparation. A cake baked to look like the castle.
There are at least six guards scattered around the room, all of which look as serious as those outside the doors. It doesn't take great powers of deduction to see that these men are of Eternia's best.
The two regals looked up as Tulius strode near the table.
"Begging your pardon, your Majesties. I hate to interrupt your evening meal, but I present to you official Couriers of the AURYN. They say they have dire news and have requested immediate audience."
King Randor continued to chew, swallow, then raised a napkin to wipe at his mouth.
Dageron, not seeing anyone bow, does not. He stands to parade attention, steps forward with a smart snap, and replies. "I am General Dageron of the Aureki Polis, commander of the Kherek-nor, Priest of War. Atreyu and Mithrandir coordinate what remains of the Ivory Tower's forces from an allied position (he does not say where). The tower itself fell to Lord Vader, and the Childlike Princess has fallen in battle. Mithrandir has created a portal network for the remaining AURYN bearers and their escorts to accomplish strategic missions. I present you Kerwin of Faron Woods, Falcon Crest. Savior of the Alicorn. Lost son and Heir Apparent of Eternia, as declared by Mithrandir. We have a sending mirror, Mithrandir wishes to speak with you on the matter. ( In a smooth gesture he would indicate whomever holding the small mirror give it to the nearest servant to hand to the king and queen, he continues... ) My other companions are the creature Travin, the Human-child Thea and her Sprite guardian Skot. We have been dispatched to rally a grand army of the light, as the forces arrayed against the many realms meddle with The Ultimate Powers, and threaten total destruction of all." He nods his head down, and steps back in another snap. A silence in his wake.
Thea holds onto Skot as he starts to fly with purpose towards the feast and frowns a little at being called a child… but she’s grateful Dageron broke the ice and filled them in so succinctly. She looks upon the king and queen when Dageron finishes and nods her head with a slight curtesy. “Thank you for meeting with us your Majesties. We’re happy to answer any questions you have. I know it’s a lot.”
With Thea showing signs of discomfort whenever the unicorn is mentioned and rubbing her head, Travin gives her a mischievous smile, and if he catches her eye will mutter "Travin knows what you are hmmm?" He gives her a knowing and somewhat caring smile.
Travin looks around the hallways and sweats as he sees the grand building, he doesn't dare to step from the group as they are being led to the palace chambers, though he desperately wants to go explore and 'collect' whatever is not nailed down.
As he enters the chamber ahis eyes, similar to Skot, light up at the sight of the banquet of food, he also scoffs a little at his introduction and when Dageron finishes speaking, Travin pipes up, "Travin is a humans, yeh yeh! Travin will says that Majesties haves a very nice collection of shinies! Hmm? Congratulations yeh yeh!"
Skot gazes at Travin likes he’s found his long lost soulmate and gets a dreamy look thinking about all they mayhem the two could cause together as he tries to fly away from Thea’s grasp.
Thea gives Travin a very confused look and tries to return his smile. But it would be very evident she has no idea what he’s talking about. However, she does appreciate the somewhat caring sentiment he offers to her. She gives a little shrug. “I’m just Thea?” And she tries to focus on how to help her group.
The Queen starts to cough and shoves a napkin to her mouth as Dageron casually nukes their dinner. King Random sits in silence, his eyes drifting off into the void of some unseen world as the words slam into him like a rampaging bantha.
"What?" King Randor says.
The Queen continues to cough, tears rolling down her face as she flushes red. The guards around the room look at one another and debate if they should do anything to help her, then maintain their positions.
"What did you say?" The King says, soft and calm, looking at Dageron, holding up a hand to the sideline conversation between Travin and Thea. He looks from the warrior, to the Junker, from the Junker to the young woman and her sprite, and then to Kerwyn, before looking back at the Hobgoblin.
Dageron steps forward just as before, and recites all of the same information just as he did before. This time, when he gets to Kerwyn, he not unkindly takes the mirror from whomever has it and offers it to a nearby servant. Then he keeps going. When done, he waits this time to see if they have any questions. Mogwai peers over his shoulder at the feast...
You see Kerwyn doing his best to try and hold his tongue, trying to comply with the Commander stated, but he can’t resist anymore. When Dageron gives away his big reveal, he holds his hand up, like he wants to be acknowledged with a question.
“Umm. Excuse me. Little word here. Like to get in edgewise with all of this. Sorry to interrupt your feast there. I know this is a lot to take in. Some terrible stuff going on in the world right now and we will bring you all up to speed on that, like ole Dageron over here says, we are sent from Atreyu and Gandalf, who you may know as Mithrandir. (He brings out the Auryn from behind his shirt). We need your help. All of that needs to be discussed at length. Finish your dinner, we don’t want to give you agita. But the bigger thing (to me) is….” He pauses here, scratches his head, and adjusts the circlet on his forehead, hoping for help from it to give him the right words to say.
“Mithrandir told me something that I’ve suspected and wondered about all along. He knew my history… somehow. You see, I grew up in Falcon Crest, on the edges of the Faron Woods. I was left there, on the doorstep of the temple, and grew up under the care of Father Lamas. You see, the only thing that I had to my name, the only thing that I was left with, was this.” He brings out a second medallion, of a very different kind. In a necklace, it is the reduced, circular form of the glaive, withdrawn and attached to the necklace, the symbol and motif seen throughout various parts of the castle. “I wanted to show these guys how I knew, take the tour, look around and show them how I knew something was going on years ago. But Mithrandir put it all together for me. You see … there’s no easy way to say this…. He said that I’m - - your son. With the abilities that I have, the talents that have developed in me, I believe he is right.” Kerwyn steps forward, and kneels in front of his King and Queen. His father, and his mother. “Dad. Mom…. I’m here. To help you… to serve. To love you. I am your son.” Kerwyn looks at them, tears streaming down his face, he kneels and looks for their reply.
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Trav plays a quiet melody on his Shawn under Kerwyn's plea, infused with magics making his words all the more believable and emotional. (Take bardic inspiration 1d8 for any roll of your choice to come)
Thea gives a shy smile and looks up to the Guard Captain. “We’re here to help and to look for help.” She tries to exude calm but the butterflies that normally rest in her hair flit about in agitation revealing her true mood. She takes a deep breath to calm herself and beckons the butterflies back to their place. One goes rogue and visits the guard captain, landing on his shoulder and visiting in that magical way that butterflies do.
The Captain looks down at the butterfly and smiles, watching as its wings rise up and down in gentle beats.
"Mithrandir? No idea what that means." The Guard Captain says. He pulls his helmet from his head and scratches his fingers through his hair, doing what he can to relieve himself of helmet hair. He wipes his hand down his face, then replaces the helmet. "Come along then. We'll go up to the main guard house for the castle and see what they say. You'll have to check your weapons outside, though. And that uh...these guys aren't going in."
The Captain points toward Ol' Ironsides and Birt Wrenils.
The streets of Castle Eternia are crammed full of patrons. If they thought the roads outside the castle were busy, they don't even come close to comparing to how things look behind the walls. There are people everywhere carrying out their business. Guards guarding. Merchants selling. The Guard Captain looks over his shoulder to make sure they're keeping up as they go.
He knocks on the the door of a large barracks outside the inner keep walls before they proceed forward, and then enters when he's summoned inside. Behind an ornate mahogany desk is an older guard who is clearly his superior as the Guard Captain offers a salute and the proper greeting of the day.
"I was summoned to the gate for...alleged couriers. Found these four there. These four and their pets. And that weird Fairy thing. They say they're here on AURYN related business, and something about someone named Mithrandir. They're requesting urgent council with the King."
He turns to the four.
"This is Commander Tulius. He'll decide what to do with you next."
The Commander stands from his position behind the desk.
"Now. Explain this to me. I'm not sure I follow what Captain Percival is on about."
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Skot splutters- “Weird fairy thing?! I, sir and a Sprite and I’ll have you- mmmfffphhh….” He’s cut off by Thea clapping her hand over his mouth. She smiles apologetically. “Don’t mind Skot…it’s been 15 minutes since his last smoke and he’s not had a pie in days…” She laughs awkwardly and she looks to her friends to see who will take the lead in talking.
Dageron steps forward, this time gesturing more politely for the AURYN bearer to show their medallion (willingly - if they don't he will once again 'help' them produce it). His gruff voice (Josh Brolin!) clear, direct, but respectful. "We ARE marked couriers sent by the authority of the Ivory Tower and Mithrandir. We are charged with delivering two messages. One of friendship enduring. And one to warn of imminent dangers to your realm. Would you see us to your King with all haste, Sir Tulius? Our matters are urgent, and the hour to action calls ever closer."
Kerwyn reluctantly allows the stabling of Ole Ironsides, saying to him “Don’t you worry, your Daddy is gonna be back real soon. Don’t worry
SchmoopyIronsides, it is just for a little while. I bet these nice people have some tasty mushrooms to much on.”After they walk back to Commander Tulius, Kerwyn steps forward as the Auryn bearer, eager to explain. He looks for help from the others at times and at the end, but he feels that he has this. “So, looky here Commander. This is the deal. I wanted to come in for a nice tour and check out the Castle, it has been a few years since I’ve been here, but a lot of things have been happening, ya know? Like earth shattering, end of the world kinda stuff. So Mr. Ironbritches over here (points to Dageron) is all antsy to get this going and didn’t want the tour. So he started vomiting up all of the goings on out there to your Castle Greeter, who was probably looking to just punch out after the end of a long shift, capiche? So here’s the deal. I come bearing the Auryn, with a message for the King from Gandalf, who you may also know as Mithrandir. Also from Atreyu. There’s a lot of mess going on in Hylia, at Hagsgate - naughty things that the Lord of Darkness has done, Lord Vader, and a guy named Ganondorf who calls himself Ganon now. Bad stuff like killing the Childlike Empress, taking over the Ivory Tower, trying to wreck the world and so forth. We did save the Alicorn, so there’s that.” Kerwyn stops here and looks as proud as can be, blowing on his fingers and shining them like he’s shining an apple, and looking with a “how bout da?” look at Dageron, nodding.
“Anyways, there’s a lot of crap going on right now that we need to bring the King up to speed on. And quick. Stuff that he needs to know. Atreyu needs the help of the King, and all of Eternia. We need to talk about what that looks like. So that’s the gist of it. I’m sure Dageron will talk your ear off about all of the tactical shit in proper military fashion. My name is Kerwyn by the way. I’m from Falcon Crest on the edge of Faron Woods. This fella is Travin, and this chick with the butterflies is Thea. We are pleased to meet you and we’d be glad to answer any questions you have, but the sooner we can speak to His Grace the better. I hope that sums it up for ya.”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Thea rubbing her forehead trying to clear an odd sensation at the mention of the Alicorn tries to focus on the task at hand. She gives a shy wave and her butterflies circle the captain as she’s introduced.
Dageron's eyes stare forward as Kerwyn starts yammering. Within seconds his jaw clenches (the sound of his teeth grinding is instantly audible). The more Kerwyn speaks the louder the grinding becomes. When Kerwyn is done speaking Dageron adds, "Indeed." Then swallows half a tooth that broke.
Travin orders Birt to stay put with ironsides, makes sure none of his weapons are visible, and whilst people are talking, Travin merely squints his eyes at Thea for a moment before
Waiting to see what the commander has to say.
Tulius barely registers the Fiary-thing as it voices its frustrations, and then completely ignores it after the young woman clamps her hand over its face.
"Master Hobgoblin, I'm afraid I didn't catch your name." Tulius says as he listens to Dageron. "For that matter, I didn't catch any of your names. I..."
His eyes fix on the AURYN, and he clearly recognizes it and its importance. He begins to say something, then holds his tongue as Kerwyn begins to speak.
"Wow. You're the one whose neck they decided to hang the AURYN upon? Things must really be dire." Tulius says after hearing Kerwyn's explanation of their situation. He tents his fingers and rubs his forehead. "Very well then. Follow me."
He steps from his office and makes a rotating motion of his hand, a clear signal that he expects them to do what he's asking as he takes them through the gates of the keep. As they enter the palace, they can all only marvel at the craftsmanship of its construction and the gold spun tapestries, scarlet rugs, golden and crystal fixtures studded with every jewel they could conceive, and even some they could not. They strode hallways upon hallways in a building that felt endless and eternal. Master crafted stone walls and doors made of solid Hylian oak. Stained glass windows that depicted the heroics of heroes, time immemorial.
Finally they arrived at a door flanked on either side by two guards that look like they knew what they were doing. Tulius paused, checked himself over, then faced the group.
"Best behavior. You're about to be before the King and Queen of Eternia. I suggest you let that one talk."
He pointed at Dageron.
He reached his hand out, knocked in a rhythmic pattern, and was then summoned to enter by someone inside. They stepped in. At a large table sat two people, a man and a woman, both in regal attire and eating with the best plates and implements any of them had ever seen. The spread of the meal was huge. A whole turkey. Piles of corn cobs. Potatoes in multiple states of preparation. A cake baked to look like the castle.
There are at least six guards scattered around the room, all of which look as serious as those outside the doors. It doesn't take great powers of deduction to see that these men are of Eternia's best.
The two regals looked up as Tulius strode near the table.
"Begging your pardon, your Majesties. I hate to interrupt your evening meal, but I present to you official Couriers of the AURYN. They say they have dire news and have requested immediate audience."
King Randor continued to chew, swallow, then raised a napkin to wipe at his mouth.
"What news?" He asks.
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
Dageron, not seeing anyone bow, does not. He stands to parade attention, steps forward with a smart snap, and replies. "I am General Dageron of the Aureki Polis, commander of the Kherek-nor, Priest of War. Atreyu and Mithrandir coordinate what remains of the Ivory Tower's forces from an allied position (he does not say where). The tower itself fell to Lord Vader, and the Childlike Princess has fallen in battle. Mithrandir has created a portal network for the remaining AURYN bearers and their escorts to accomplish strategic missions. I present you Kerwin of Faron Woods, Falcon Crest. Savior of the Alicorn. Lost son and Heir Apparent of Eternia, as declared by Mithrandir. We have a sending mirror, Mithrandir wishes to speak with you on the matter. ( In a smooth gesture he would indicate whomever holding the small mirror give it to the nearest servant to hand to the king and queen, he continues... ) My other companions are the creature Travin, the Human-child Thea and her Sprite guardian Skot. We have been dispatched to rally a grand army of the light, as the forces arrayed against the many realms meddle with The Ultimate Powers, and threaten total destruction of all." He nods his head down, and steps back in another snap. A silence in his wake.
A small creature... an actual Gremlin child, peaks over Dageron's shoulder and waves goodbye at the king and queen as Dageron steps back from them.
Thea holds onto Skot as he starts to fly with purpose towards the feast and frowns a little at being called a child… but she’s grateful Dageron broke the ice and filled them in so succinctly. She looks upon the king and queen when Dageron finishes and nods her head with a slight curtesy. “Thank you for meeting with us your Majesties. We’re happy to answer any questions you have. I know it’s a lot.”
With Thea showing signs of discomfort whenever the unicorn is mentioned and rubbing her head, Travin gives her a mischievous smile, and if he catches her eye will mutter "Travin knows what you are hmmm?" He gives her a knowing and somewhat caring smile.
Travin looks around the hallways and sweats as he sees the grand building, he doesn't dare to step from the group as they are being led to the palace chambers, though he desperately wants to go explore and 'collect' whatever is not nailed down.
As he enters the chamber ahis eyes, similar to Skot, light up at the sight of the banquet of food, he also scoffs a little at his introduction and when Dageron finishes speaking, Travin pipes up, "Travin is a humans, yeh yeh! Travin will says that Majesties haves a very nice collection of shinies! Hmm? Congratulations yeh yeh!"
Skot gazes at Travin likes he’s found his long lost soulmate and gets a dreamy look thinking about all they mayhem the two could cause together as he tries to fly away from Thea’s grasp.
Thea gives Travin a very confused look and tries to return his smile. But it would be very evident she has no idea what he’s talking about. However, she does appreciate the somewhat caring sentiment he offers to her. She gives a little shrug. “I’m just Thea?” And she tries to focus on how to help her group.
The Queen starts to cough and shoves a napkin to her mouth as Dageron casually nukes their dinner. King Random sits in silence, his eyes drifting off into the void of some unseen world as the words slam into him like a rampaging bantha.
"What?" King Randor says.
The Queen continues to cough, tears rolling down her face as she flushes red. The guards around the room look at one another and debate if they should do anything to help her, then maintain their positions.
"What did you say?" The King says, soft and calm, looking at Dageron, holding up a hand to the sideline conversation between Travin and Thea. He looks from the warrior, to the Junker, from the Junker to the young woman and her sprite, and then to Kerwyn, before looking back at the Hobgoblin.
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
Dageron steps forward just as before, and recites all of the same information just as he did before. This time, when he gets to Kerwyn, he not unkindly takes the mirror from whomever has it and offers it to a nearby servant. Then he keeps going. When done, he waits this time to see if they have any questions. Mogwai peers over his shoulder at the feast...
Travin offers up the mirror willingly from within his cabinet of wonders.
Ignoring the king, Travin whispers to Thea, "Just Thea? Hmmm, no... Just Thea is a weirdo, yeh yeh like Travin." he giggles.
At the monarchy's distress travin merely pulls forward his new shawm, he plays nothing... Yet, but is prepared.
You see Kerwyn doing his best to try and hold his tongue, trying to comply with the Commander stated, but he can’t resist anymore. When Dageron gives away his big reveal, he holds his hand up, like he wants to be acknowledged with a question.
“Umm. Excuse me. Little word here. Like to get in edgewise with all of this. Sorry to interrupt your feast there. I know this is a lot to take in. Some terrible stuff going on in the world right now and we will bring you all up to speed on that, like ole Dageron over here says, we are sent from Atreyu and Gandalf, who you may know as Mithrandir. (He brings out the Auryn from behind his shirt). We need your help. All of that needs to be discussed at length. Finish your dinner, we don’t want to give you agita. But the bigger thing (to me) is….” He pauses here, scratches his head, and adjusts the circlet on his forehead, hoping for help from it to give him the right words to say.
“Mithrandir told me something that I’ve suspected and wondered about all along. He knew my history… somehow. You see, I grew up in Falcon Crest, on the edges of the Faron Woods. I was left there, on the doorstep of the temple, and grew up under the care of Father Lamas. You see, the only thing that I had to my name, the only thing that I was left with, was this.” He brings out a second medallion, of a very different kind. In a necklace, it is the reduced, circular form of the glaive, withdrawn and attached to the necklace, the symbol and motif seen throughout various parts of the castle. “I wanted to show these guys how I knew, take the tour, look around and show them how I knew something was going on years ago. But Mithrandir put it all together for me. You see … there’s no easy way to say this…. He said that I’m - - your son. With the abilities that I have, the talents that have developed in me, I believe he is right.” Kerwyn steps forward, and kneels in front of his King and Queen. His father, and his mother. “Dad. Mom…. I’m here. To help you… to serve. To love you. I am your son.” Kerwyn looks at them, tears streaming down his face, he kneels and looks for their reply.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Trav plays a quiet melody on his Shawn under Kerwyn's plea, infused with magics making his words all the more believable and emotional. (Take bardic inspiration 1d8 for any roll of your choice to come)
(( Dageron says a soft prayer while touching Kerwyn's shoulder: receive Guidance as well = 1d4 to one ability check ))