"What?" King Randor says. He doesn't move. Simply sits there awestruck. Gobsmacked. Unable to respond.
Queen Marlena, however, wipes her mouth with her napkin and drops it with absolutely no care as to where it goes. There's an old saying, about a mother's love and all that, as her body hits the table in the instant that she bounds from her seat, clattering the plates and glasses and silverware. One crystal goblet, filled with wine, tips over and soaks the setting. She doesn't even notice. No servant comes running to wipe up the mess as she knocks her chair over in her scramble and throws herself against Kerwyn, choking out one word through muffled sobs.
"Adam." She says. She says it over and over again. "Adam..."
Thea watches all of this in awe. She thinks to herself, “So this is what a mother’s love feels like?” as she wipes away a tear. Even Skot decides to behave and flies over to sit in the little chair on Travin’s shoulder. She looks to her team and asks, “Sh- should we give them some privacy?”
“Adam? I didn’t even know my name was Adam!” he smiles and hugs him mom right back. “I’ve always gone by Kerwyn. I’ve always wanted to know, and now I do … there is so much to catch up on. So many things I want to tell you. This … is the best day of my life! It’s so awesome to see you mom and dad!“ He gives her a big squeezing hug and smiles at his dad.
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Travin edges to the table whilst people are distracted, takes a few potatoes and starts throwing them into his mouth whilst watching the display, as one would eat popcorn at the cinema. He tossed one up for Skot as he goes, waiting to see what will happen next.
Skot blurts out, “Can I be your companion instead of Thea’s?” Before his whole spritely being flushes red and he mutes himself by helping himself to the potato.
Travin giggles a little at Skot, and lifts up a spare pan flute, "that depends if Skot can plays one of these hmm, though Travin will gives Skot a shiny for some information yeh yeh!" As Travin whispers his conversation to Skot (and mindlessly finds, consumes and shares more food with the sprite), he doesn't look away from the unfolding drama with the revelation of Adam.
Skot leans close….eyes like saucers. “Shinies you say?” He skewers the snacks on his little sword like a kabob and relaxes in the chair munching away. “And in regards to that flute well….I can certainly try!”
King Randor can't believe what is happening. He continues to look confused, gazing from Kerwyn, to Queen Marlena, and back again, then to Dageron, to Thea, then to Skot and Travin as they eat from his private meal, then back to Queen Marlena.
"My Queen..." King Randor says, standing slowly, tentatively. He steps toward her and reaches out one slow hand, laying it on her shoulder. He doesn't look resolute, hostile, accepting. His face is a blank template, emotionless and almost vacant. He looks down at Kerwyn, beginning to look hopeful, but simultaneously skeptical. "No offense, Kerwyn. We've met imposters before. Many times, in fact. I hear what you're saying about Mithrandir..."
Randor's jaw clenches. He reaches one hand out, fingers calloused on the battlefield running through the hair on Kerwyn's head. Hair that is unmistakably the color of Queen Marlena's.
"How can this be after so long?" He says to no one in particular. "You were so close to us. So close. How can this be? For what purpose?"
"I am a cleric who serves many Gods. Asking why is fruitless. This was meant to be. Now. In this moment. That is how Gods work. They never explain, but there is always a purpose. Whatever you have suffered, I promise you, it was necessary for whatever is to come." Dageron's tone is respectful, his gruffness reduced by a forced softening of his words.
"And what is to come then, General Dageron or the Aureki Polis?" The King said. He looks at Dageron with wet eyes. They're not quite tears.
Yet.
"We've heard the rumors. We've registered the severed lines of communication. Though...I am surprised to hear about the Childlike Empress...who would do such a thing? Lord Vader, you say? Why? Why would he..."
The King holds his head with one hand, the other leaving Kerwyn's hair to rest on Queen Marlena's shoulder.
"You'll have to excuse me, General. This is a lot to take in at once." King Randor says. He presses his eyes closed. Moisture gathers on the lashes. That's as close to tears as the King ever comes. His hand continues to rub Queen Marlena's shoulder. "We...I..."
He takes a breath, then realizes one of the guards has the mirror. He waves it off with a shaking hand.
"In a moment. I just...we need a moment. Let's reconvene in the throne room. Guards. Summon the Chamberlain and the Hig h Council to the throne room at once. I want them immediately."
The Throne Room became populated by all manner of royal servants. Stewards. Chamberlains. The Man at Arms. Priests. Council members for every conceivable ministry, from Defense to International Affairs. All of them looked tired, having been summoned to chambers late in the evening before darkness fell. There were more than a few mutters of 'what's all this about' and 'I was so close to a hot bath' and 'I'm too drunk for this' as King Randor and Queen Marlena took their places atop their thrones.
"Ladies and Gentlemen of the court." King Randor says finally, standing as he addresses those gathered before him. His son. The three couriers. The Councilpersons. "I hate to drag you away from your evening comforts..."
"Then why did you do it?" Someone in the crowd, a man with a nasally voice, said. It was low, but still loud enough to hear.
King Randor raised his hand and turned his face away from the sound to silence the man before he continued.
"...and I would not have if the gravity of our situation weren't so great. Tonight, I bring before you General Dageron of the Aureki Polis, his advisors Travin Tiller of the Labyrinth and Thea Eaglecleft of the Butterflies."
This last part seems adlibbed.
"Among them, we have a...surprise...guest..."
The King pauses here, choosing his words very carefully.
"Prince Kerwyn of Eternia...formerly known as Prince Adam. Please, please..."
The murmur of the crowd is no longer a murmur as many people speak up at once, surprised and in awe, many disbelieving, many thankful.
"We will talk about that soon. We were as surprised as you were, but I have it on good authority that he is who he says he is. As you will see...Prince Kerwyn, show them if you please...he has come to us bearing two medallions. One is our own, the Glaive. The other is, in my estimation, far more important. Hanging about his neck is the AURYN, denoting the Prince as the official servant of the AURYN and the Childlike Empress. But, about that, I have grave news."
The King descends into a long monologue about the state of the world, after having conferred with the couriers and Gandalf, through the mirror. As if to punctuate this part, he holds up the mirror for all to see. He tells them of things they already knew, and some things they didn't. The fall of the Ivory Tower to the hands of Lord Vader and the death of Moonchild, the Childlike Empress. The fall of Castle Hyrule and the Crawling Corruption. The birth of Ganon. The revelation that Lord Vader is simply a commander for this Ganon, and how both Fantasia and Hyrule are both quickly falling to enemy control. The routing of the armies of Hyrule and the Ivory Tower.
"It seems we are the last professional army in the world, save for the warriors who defend Celestia. Gandalf the Gray, Mithrandir, at the right hand of Atreyu, who now leads the forces of the Ivory Tower in the stead of the Childlike Empress, calls for our aid. I vote for the Royal Family, yay. What are the votes of the council to mobilize the Army of Eternia?"
Outrage. Outrage carries the day. There are shouts from the crowd. Votes are cast. Opinions are issued. The King looks to his wife, who somehow maintains her composure as all manner of accusations are thrown about. All manner of selfish influence.
The council votes NOT to mobilize the Army of Eternia...
If we mobilize and march, who protects our borders?
You're blinded! This man isn't your son! He's an imposter sent here to tear down our power!
The Power shant be swayed by the failings of the weak!
You're letting your emotions govern, Randor! What a shame!
"Eternia's border haves already fallen." Travin speaks up, raising his voice for the first time, his raspy tones cutting through the din like nails on a chalkboard. "How does Eternia protects 'gainst teleporting enemies? Hmm? How does Eternia fare already, whens Lord Vader can kidnaps and kill who Vader chooses from the Labyrinth to the Throat of the World, yeh yeh. Eternia' thinks it is safe, hmm? Eternia is merely the last stops on route to totals domination." Travin observes the crowd of dignitaries with disgust. "Council peoples would decide the fate of all of Eternia on a reactions hmmm? No... Gets a good rest, yeh yeh! In the morning this AURYN group meets with each of yous, and if we cannot sway the council then this group will accept that decision and stand aside to watch Eternia fall." Travin is very grumpy, and seems to just ignore everyone and everything the moment he stops talking, apart from Skot, he is still very interested in Skot, and continuing to eat.
Skot pats Travin’s shoulder with his tiny sprite hand. “Here! Here! Brother! Well said!” He flies down and looks for some more snacks, returning to his throne with a sword full of meats and potatoes that he skewered along his flight. He tucks in happily.
Thea, shakes her head at her unruly sprite but nods along with Travin’s words. She steps forward, steeling up her courage to speak her piece. Her voice starts shaky and quiet but slowly builds in confidence as a light shimmer of pink glows from her forehead and her lavender eyes sparkle with hope as ancient as the deepest groves of the oldest forest. “I’m very new to all of this and am still realizing the dire situation our worlds find themselves in. But I’ve also seen the incredible bravery of all those who are working to fight for the side of right…the side of good…trying to help protect the people- your people- from the evil forces trying to take over for their own selfish benefit. Travin is right. Any safety you feel here in Eternia is a false hope. Lord Vader has learned how to tunnel through Subternia. They can teleport. Oceans and borders won’t protect you. Please! I’ve seen their destruction. Wild spaces corrupted, animals suffering. I’ve seen the fear they instill… I’m but one girl who doesn’t know where she comes from or what her purpose is. But I’m at least brave enough to take a stand and to fight for those who cannot fight for themselves. Please don’t jump to assumptions and listen with open ears and open hearts. We are all in need of your help. Hiding now won’t protect you when the hordes of evil and destruction turn their gaze upon you. But standing with us now may just give Atreyu and Gandalf and all those- of us- fighting with them the edge they need to win this. And…well…I’ve seen the beauty and good in this world and I think it’s worth fighting for. Whether it be within the realm of your kingdom or on distant shores. It’s worth it….even though I know it’s terribly scary to think about. Please listen. Please consider. The fate of all our peoples lies in your hands.” Trembling she nods to the King and Queen with a respectful bow and takes a step back, hoping she said her piece well enough to turn the tides of dissension.
Kerwyn Adam hears the murmurings around the room and sees the way that the wind is blowing, the way that the council is voting. His anger is building and when he hears the vote and the criticisms, he slams his hand into the table and shouts up at the sky “FUS - RO - DAH!!” A huge wave of energy extends upward toward the sky and dissipates. He takes a few deep breaths and calms down, looks out at the people assembled in the room. “You disrespect my father by not listening to his counsel, maybe you will listen to us, we who have faced the enemy directly. You do not understand that this war is coming to your door, you cannot avoid it! Do not listen to those who would try to appease Lord Vader, to appease the Lord of Darkness, maybe they will stay away from us, maybe they will leave us alone. Hah!” Adam opens up his shirt, showing the burn marks on his chest, his scars from battle, pulling out the Auryn. ”As we said, we have been sent by Gandalf, Mithrandir, and Atreyu, who seek the aid of Eternia! Hylia, essentially, has fallen. We are next! You must take this seriously and send the Army of Eternia to crush Vader, Ganon, and the Lord of Darkness! Or you will be next!”
He pulls out the necklace of the Glaive, and activates the button. “With my own hand, I have killed a force wielder and a dispatchment from the Empire, meant to hunt us down. I have grown strong and along with my companions we vanquished Blix, rescuing the Labyrinth and saving the Alicorn. Listen to us!” He punctuates this by throwing the glaive out high 60 feet, then using his weapon bond to have it return to his hand. He presses the button and has it return to his necklace. “Believe me! It is to your peril if you do not.”
He looks down at his hands, trembling on the table, trying to think of the right thing to say, the right thing to get them to wake up! He looks up and much calmer, straightening the circlet on his brow, and looks out pleadingly at the assembly and says “Shall we allow our audacious enemies to violate with impunity the territory of Eternia? Will you permit the army of the Empire to escape which will bring terror into your families? You will not. March, then, to meet them. Tear from his brows the laurels that the Lord of Darkness has won. Teach the world that a malediction attends those that violate the territory of Eternia, that violate Atreyu and the Childlike Empress. The result of our efforts will be unclouded glory, and a durable peace. It is not merely for today, but for all time to come that we should perpetuate for our children’s children this great Eternia, which we have enjoyed all of our lives. I beg you to remember this, not merely for my sake, but for yours… The country worth fighting for, to secure such an inestimable jewel.”
He sits down, quietly, looking around the room, meeting all of their eyes and looks with determination. Then he leans over quietly to Dageron and says in a whisper, “And Hobgoblins too, my dude, didn’t mean to leave you out, bud.”
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Thea gets carried away by Ker- Adam’s speech thinking to herself ‘What a force of nature!’ She gives a silent cheer for him driving their points home until the mention of the Alicorn, when her thinking gets muddled again and her face confused. Skot raises his tiny long sword and cries out “Huzzah!” when Ker- Adam finishes his speech.
Travin ignoring the disgruntled rumblings of the council members and likely continued disbelief of the monarchy, turns his attention to the pixie on his back, and continues their conversation quietly "Skot can goes invisibles hmmm? Travin thinks Skot will be a great friend yeh yeh, where does Skot comes from hmm? Feywild maybes? A higher plane? Hmmm? Travin is from a world beyonds this one yeh yeh, but Travin can't remembers being there, so longs ago hmm!"
The gathered members of the council looked around, listening to the various pleas of the three speakers. Many of them, most of those who had negative jeers, looked at one another, and some even had the good grace to look abashed of what they'd said. The Chamberlain swayed, casting his vote with his King and Queen. The Council of Pyke and the Council of Eyrie remained aligned with the High Priestess of the Power, keeping their vote to no.
It all came down to the Minister of Defense. He looked sidelong at their high marshal, the Man at Arms, and then voted yes by giving a thumbs up.
The King nodded.
"The yesses have it. Eternia will mobilize for the cause."
Skot looks at him chewing a mouthful of stolen food. Finishing his bite he crows out, “Yessireee bobo! I can go invisible. Great for stealing pies and sausages if I do say something myself! No idea where I came from. I just got the call to protect Thea and here I am! Maybe we’re brothers from that far distant land?!”
"What?" King Randor says. He doesn't move. Simply sits there awestruck. Gobsmacked. Unable to respond.
Queen Marlena, however, wipes her mouth with her napkin and drops it with absolutely no care as to where it goes. There's an old saying, about a mother's love and all that, as her body hits the table in the instant that she bounds from her seat, clattering the plates and glasses and silverware. One crystal goblet, filled with wine, tips over and soaks the setting. She doesn't even notice. No servant comes running to wipe up the mess as she knocks her chair over in her scramble and throws herself against Kerwyn, choking out one word through muffled sobs.
"Adam." She says. She says it over and over again. "Adam..."
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
Thea watches all of this in awe. She thinks to herself, “So this is what a mother’s love feels like?” as she wipes away a tear. Even Skot decides to behave and flies over to sit in the little chair on Travin’s shoulder. She looks to her team and asks, “Sh- should we give them some privacy?”
“Adam? I didn’t even know my name was Adam!” he smiles and hugs him mom right back. “I’ve always gone by Kerwyn. I’ve always wanted to know, and now I do … there is so much to catch up on. So many things I want to tell you. This … is the best day of my life! It’s so awesome to see you mom and dad!“ He gives her a big squeezing hug and smiles at his dad.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Travin edges to the table whilst people are distracted, takes a few potatoes and starts throwing them into his mouth whilst watching the display, as one would eat popcorn at the cinema. He tossed one up for Skot as he goes, waiting to see what will happen next.
Skot blurts out, “Can I be your companion instead of Thea’s?” Before his whole spritely being flushes red and he mutes himself by helping himself to the potato.
Travin giggles a little at Skot, and lifts up a spare pan flute, "that depends if Skot can plays one of these hmm, though Travin will gives Skot a shiny for some information yeh yeh!" As Travin whispers his conversation to Skot (and mindlessly finds, consumes and shares more food with the sprite), he doesn't look away from the unfolding drama with the revelation of Adam.
Skot leans close….eyes like saucers. “Shinies you say?” He skewers the snacks on his little sword like a kabob and relaxes in the chair munching away. “And in regards to that flute well….I can certainly try!”
King Randor can't believe what is happening. He continues to look confused, gazing from Kerwyn, to Queen Marlena, and back again, then to Dageron, to Thea, then to Skot and Travin as they eat from his private meal, then back to Queen Marlena.
"My Queen..." King Randor says, standing slowly, tentatively. He steps toward her and reaches out one slow hand, laying it on her shoulder. He doesn't look resolute, hostile, accepting. His face is a blank template, emotionless and almost vacant. He looks down at Kerwyn, beginning to look hopeful, but simultaneously skeptical. "No offense, Kerwyn. We've met imposters before. Many times, in fact. I hear what you're saying about Mithrandir..."
Randor's jaw clenches. He reaches one hand out, fingers calloused on the battlefield running through the hair on Kerwyn's head. Hair that is unmistakably the color of Queen Marlena's.
"How can this be after so long?" He says to no one in particular. "You were so close to us. So close. How can this be? For what purpose?"
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"I am a cleric who serves many Gods. Asking why is fruitless. This was meant to be. Now. In this moment. That is how Gods work. They never explain, but there is always a purpose. Whatever you have suffered, I promise you, it was necessary for whatever is to come." Dageron's tone is respectful, his gruffness reduced by a forced softening of his words.
"And what is to come then, General Dageron or the Aureki Polis?" The King said. He looks at Dageron with wet eyes. They're not quite tears.
Yet.
"We've heard the rumors. We've registered the severed lines of communication. Though...I am surprised to hear about the Childlike Empress...who would do such a thing? Lord Vader, you say? Why? Why would he..."
The King holds his head with one hand, the other leaving Kerwyn's hair to rest on Queen Marlena's shoulder.
"You'll have to excuse me, General. This is a lot to take in at once." King Randor says. He presses his eyes closed. Moisture gathers on the lashes. That's as close to tears as the King ever comes. His hand continues to rub Queen Marlena's shoulder. "We...I..."
He takes a breath, then realizes one of the guards has the mirror. He waves it off with a shaking hand.
"In a moment. I just...we need a moment. Let's reconvene in the throne room. Guards. Summon the Chamberlain and the Hig h Council to the throne room at once. I want them immediately."
The Throne Room became populated by all manner of royal servants. Stewards. Chamberlains. The Man at Arms. Priests. Council members for every conceivable ministry, from Defense to International Affairs. All of them looked tired, having been summoned to chambers late in the evening before darkness fell. There were more than a few mutters of 'what's all this about' and 'I was so close to a hot bath' and 'I'm too drunk for this' as King Randor and Queen Marlena took their places atop their thrones.
"Ladies and Gentlemen of the court." King Randor says finally, standing as he addresses those gathered before him. His son. The three couriers. The Councilpersons. "I hate to drag you away from your evening comforts..."
"Then why did you do it?" Someone in the crowd, a man with a nasally voice, said. It was low, but still loud enough to hear.
King Randor raised his hand and turned his face away from the sound to silence the man before he continued.
"...and I would not have if the gravity of our situation weren't so great. Tonight, I bring before you General Dageron of the Aureki Polis, his advisors Travin Tiller of the Labyrinth and Thea Eaglecleft of the Butterflies."
This last part seems adlibbed.
"Among them, we have a...surprise...guest..."
The King pauses here, choosing his words very carefully.
"Prince Kerwyn of Eternia...formerly known as Prince Adam. Please, please..."
The murmur of the crowd is no longer a murmur as many people speak up at once, surprised and in awe, many disbelieving, many thankful.
"We will talk about that soon. We were as surprised as you were, but I have it on good authority that he is who he says he is. As you will see...Prince Kerwyn, show them if you please...he has come to us bearing two medallions. One is our own, the Glaive. The other is, in my estimation, far more important. Hanging about his neck is the AURYN, denoting the Prince as the official servant of the AURYN and the Childlike Empress. But, about that, I have grave news."
The King descends into a long monologue about the state of the world, after having conferred with the couriers and Gandalf, through the mirror. As if to punctuate this part, he holds up the mirror for all to see. He tells them of things they already knew, and some things they didn't. The fall of the Ivory Tower to the hands of Lord Vader and the death of Moonchild, the Childlike Empress. The fall of Castle Hyrule and the Crawling Corruption. The birth of Ganon. The revelation that Lord Vader is simply a commander for this Ganon, and how both Fantasia and Hyrule are both quickly falling to enemy control. The routing of the armies of Hyrule and the Ivory Tower.
"It seems we are the last professional army in the world, save for the warriors who defend Celestia. Gandalf the Gray, Mithrandir, at the right hand of Atreyu, who now leads the forces of the Ivory Tower in the stead of the Childlike Empress, calls for our aid. I vote for the Royal Family, yay. What are the votes of the council to mobilize the Army of Eternia?"
Outrage. Outrage carries the day. There are shouts from the crowd. Votes are cast. Opinions are issued. The King looks to his wife, who somehow maintains her composure as all manner of accusations are thrown about. All manner of selfish influence.
The council votes NOT to mobilize the Army of Eternia...
If we mobilize and march, who protects our borders?
You're blinded! This man isn't your son! He's an imposter sent here to tear down our power!
The Power shant be swayed by the failings of the weak!
You're letting your emotions govern, Randor! What a shame!
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
"Eternia's border haves already fallen." Travin speaks up, raising his voice for the first time, his raspy tones cutting through the din like nails on a chalkboard. "How does Eternia protects 'gainst teleporting enemies? Hmm? How does Eternia fare already, whens Lord Vader can kidnaps and kill who Vader chooses from the Labyrinth to the Throat of the World, yeh yeh. Eternia' thinks it is safe, hmm? Eternia is merely the last stops on route to totals domination." Travin observes the crowd of dignitaries with disgust. "Council peoples would decide the fate of all of Eternia on a reactions hmmm? No... Gets a good rest, yeh yeh! In the morning this AURYN group meets with each of yous, and if we cannot sway the council then this group will accept that decision and stand aside to watch Eternia fall." Travin is very grumpy, and seems to just ignore everyone and everything the moment he stops talking, apart from Skot, he is still very interested in Skot, and continuing to eat.
(( For the first time, if anyone is looking, Dageron is trying to hold back a toothy grin of respect. ))
Skot pats Travin’s shoulder with his tiny sprite hand. “Here! Here! Brother! Well said!” He flies down and looks for some more snacks, returning to his throne with a sword full of meats and potatoes that he skewered along his flight. He tucks in happily.
Thea, shakes her head at her unruly sprite but nods along with Travin’s words. She steps forward, steeling up her courage to speak her piece. Her voice starts shaky and quiet but slowly builds in confidence as a light shimmer of pink glows from her forehead and her lavender eyes sparkle with hope as ancient as the deepest groves of the oldest forest. “I’m very new to all of this and am still realizing the dire situation our worlds find themselves in. But I’ve also seen the incredible bravery of all those who are working to fight for the side of right…the side of good…trying to help protect the people- your people- from the evil forces trying to take over for their own selfish benefit. Travin is right. Any safety you feel here in Eternia is a false hope. Lord Vader has learned how to tunnel through Subternia. They can teleport. Oceans and borders won’t protect you. Please! I’ve seen their destruction. Wild spaces corrupted, animals suffering. I’ve seen the fear they instill… I’m but one girl who doesn’t know where she comes from or what her purpose is. But I’m at least brave enough to take a stand and to fight for those who cannot fight for themselves. Please don’t jump to assumptions and listen with open ears and open hearts. We are all in need of your help. Hiding now won’t protect you when the hordes of evil and destruction turn their gaze upon you. But standing with us now may just give Atreyu and Gandalf and all those- of us- fighting with them the edge they need to win this. And…well…I’ve seen the beauty and good in this world and I think it’s worth fighting for. Whether it be within the realm of your kingdom or on distant shores. It’s worth it….even though I know it’s terribly scary to think about. Please listen. Please consider. The fate of all our peoples lies in your hands.” Trembling she nods to the King and Queen with a respectful bow and takes a step back, hoping she said her piece well enough to turn the tides of dissension.
KerwynAdam hears the murmurings around the room and sees the way that the wind is blowing, the way that the council is voting. His anger is building and when he hears the vote and the criticisms, he slams his hand into the table and shouts up at the sky “FUS - RO - DAH!!” A huge wave of energy extends upward toward the sky and dissipates. He takes a few deep breaths and calms down, looks out at the people assembled in the room. “You disrespect my father by not listening to his counsel, maybe you will listen to us, we who have faced the enemy directly. You do not understand that this war is coming to your door, you cannot avoid it! Do not listen to those who would try to appease Lord Vader, to appease the Lord of Darkness, maybe they will stay away from us, maybe they will leave us alone. Hah!” Adam opens up his shirt, showing the burn marks on his chest, his scars from battle, pulling out the Auryn. ”As we said, we have been sent by Gandalf, Mithrandir, and Atreyu, who seek the aid of Eternia! Hylia, essentially, has fallen. We are next! You must take this seriously and send the Army of Eternia to crush Vader, Ganon, and the Lord of Darkness! Or you will be next!”He pulls out the necklace of the Glaive, and activates the button. “With my own hand, I have killed a force wielder and a dispatchment from the Empire, meant to hunt us down. I have grown strong and along with my companions we vanquished Blix, rescuing the Labyrinth and saving the Alicorn. Listen to us!” He punctuates this by throwing the glaive out high 60 feet, then using his weapon bond to have it return to his hand. He presses the button and has it return to his necklace. “Believe me! It is to your peril if you do not.”
He looks down at his hands, trembling on the table, trying to think of the right thing to say, the right thing to get them to wake up! He looks up and much calmer, straightening the circlet on his brow, and looks out pleadingly at the assembly and says “Shall we allow our audacious enemies to violate with impunity the territory of Eternia? Will you permit the army of the Empire to escape which will bring terror into your families? You will not. March, then, to meet them. Tear from his brows the laurels that the Lord of Darkness has won. Teach the world that a malediction attends those that violate the territory of Eternia, that violate Atreyu and the Childlike Empress. The result of our efforts will be unclouded glory, and a durable peace. It is not merely for today, but for all time to come that we should perpetuate for our children’s children this great Eternia, which we have enjoyed all of our lives. I beg you to remember this, not merely for my sake, but for yours… The country worth fighting for, to secure such an inestimable jewel.”
He sits down, quietly, looking around the room, meeting all of their eyes and looks with determination. Then he leans over quietly to Dageron and says in a whisper, “And Hobgoblins too, my dude, didn’t mean to leave you out, bud.”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Dageron nods in reply, whispering, "They always do."
Thea gets carried away by Ker- Adam’s speech thinking to herself ‘What a force of nature!’ She gives a silent cheer for him driving their points home until the mention of the Alicorn, when her thinking gets muddled again and her face confused. Skot raises his tiny long sword and cries out “Huzzah!” when Ker- Adam finishes his speech.
Travin ignoring the disgruntled rumblings of the council members and likely continued disbelief of the monarchy, turns his attention to the pixie on his back, and continues their conversation quietly "Skot can goes invisibles hmmm? Travin thinks Skot will be a great friend yeh yeh, where does Skot comes from hmm? Feywild maybes? A higher plane? Hmmm? Travin is from a world beyonds this one yeh yeh, but Travin can't remembers being there, so longs ago hmm!"
The gathered members of the council looked around, listening to the various pleas of the three speakers. Many of them, most of those who had negative jeers, looked at one another, and some even had the good grace to look abashed of what they'd said. The Chamberlain swayed, casting his vote with his King and Queen. The Council of Pyke and the Council of Eyrie remained aligned with the High Priestess of the Power, keeping their vote to no.
It all came down to the Minister of Defense. He looked sidelong at their high marshal, the Man at Arms, and then voted yes by giving a thumbs up.
The King nodded.
"The yesses have it. Eternia will mobilize for the cause."
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
Skot looks at him chewing a mouthful of stolen food. Finishing his bite he crows out, “Yessireee bobo! I can go invisible. Great for stealing pies and sausages if I do say something myself! No idea where I came from. I just got the call to protect Thea and here I am! Maybe we’re brothers from that far distant land?!”
Thea hops and gives a happy squee of excitement before trying to collect herself as the cool professional she’s pretending to be.