Khel stood in his stirrups stretching his back and rubbing his saddle sore arse after having ridden for seven days straight. Perhaps he could find some young chick to give him a rub down and more in Tretha? While the city of Tretha was not yet in view the signs of a bustling centre were already evident as wisps of smoke wafted over to the young noble time and again from the many farms that now dotted the rolling lush landscape. anDrok, Dror, Flor and Khel joined the masses that they saw gathering and walking East noting that there was now a proper cobblestone road headed towards the largest port city in the Mhendarian Palatinate.
Finally, cresting yet another of the rolling hills the spire of a few taller buildings could be made out as every step closer brought Tretha into focus. There were numerous homes in the area outside the town proper now and as the small group approached a rocky outcropping the glory of the cosmopolitan city came into view. Due East of their vantage amongst the jumble of buildings lay a branch of the Corwine River that separated the main body of land from the walled city section. At the many docs a dizzying maze of ropes, pulleys, masts and ships made for a confusing site adding to the excitement Khel felt about finally getting the port. The young noble’s eyes moved across the water and over the large stone and wood bridge that led into the city over the lifeblood of the city fixing on the two largest buildings. The one by its sheer size could only be the School of Magic, the Academy Velthune. At over two thousand years old it was home to some of the most ancient texts and most powerful mages in Turakia. Rumor had it that the School was the idea of a Wizard that had gone to Marcia to listen to Hargesh the Philosopher and his doctrines. Today the brick building stood out prominently on the East side of the city overlooking the ports and the masses going to and from the Western Bridge. The other building, newer in construction was most evidently a temple of some sort, glistening with its golden spires.
As Khel listens to anDrok complain behind him of all of the various peoples, smells and sounds the group enters the city of Tretha. The second largest city in Mhendaria, Tretha sits near the mount of the Corwine River on an excellent natural harbour. It’s one of the businest port citites in the WEsterlands, and a favourite of many merchants. The Duchesss Lusia Meralda, who rules this fief until her son Tovar comes of age and can succed his late father, has encouraged trade by keeping tariffs and money changing fees low.
Mages from all over the Wersterlands can be seen walking the streetsy as they come to Tretha to study at the Academy Velthune, a school of magic founded by the wizard of the same name nearly two thousand years agao. Academy students in distinctive gold robes are a common sight; their ivory robed professors rarer but accorded even more respect.
Finally in the Eastern sector Khel, anDrok, Florshal, and Dror settle in for the night at “Tretha’s Retreat”. A fine establishment that Khel insists upon given that he is having to foot the bill for the entire party. Their reliance on his money and resources does not concern him however. Easy come, easy go. Early the next morning as the bustling city reveals itself in it’s full glory Khel shoos out the lithe little blonde and her tawdry outfit before heading down to the Common Room to break his fast. Florshal misses nothing however and simply shakes his head and purses his lips. The job of refining these young humans from the animals they were was going to be a difficult task at best.
Smiling broadly Khel looks at Florshal and anDrok gregariously turning the wooden chair around to sit with his arms on the back, “Smile boys, we are in Tretha, one step closer to that slime bucket V and hidden from prying eyes here. Hey, Where’s Dror?”
anDrok piped up, “Hah, they refused to serve him so he had to go back up to his rooms.”
“Has he broken his fast”
“What do I care for the Ulronai? He stinks more than this bloody town. He can rot up there.”
Khel looked at anDrok as only a Lord looking upon his Squire could, “Bring him up some food, and I’ll hear no more complaints from you. I afford you latitude many others would hang for. Now go.”
Florshal looked at Khel, “I happen to agree with your Squire, the Ulronai does stink. I’m not sure what you have planned in terms of getting us to Bridgerton but I am headed to the Library this morning. I’ll be right back.” With a swirl of his fantastic cloak the meticulous elf took his leave although it would be much longer than either Khel or Flor would anticipate before they would meet up again.
anDrok, Dror, and Khel gather together later in the day after having spent the morning in quiet contemplation…or watching the young nubile women walk by depending on who were talking about when the decision is made to go see about hiring a boat to Bridgerton. After many failed attempts with the Ulronai in tow Khel comes across Captain Gofrey who, plyed with “Abondoned Farmhouse” wine agrees to passage provided the Dog lies in the cabin holds below the entire time. The ship would leave in two days.
Khel slapped his open palm on the table, “Where in the Gods names is Florshal? Stupid Elf knows we were supposed to get to Bridgerton and now the boat is leaving today!” Despite their efforts to find Flor, the Librarian at the Academy Velthune swears that the Elf was turned away.
Leaning on the gunwale of the large boat Khel shook his head as he looked at anDrok, “We had no choice, the boat was leaving, we have to get Verak. Who knows where Flor went. We had to leave him behind. At least we left him a note.”
“Yes, Lord Khel. Will there be anything else your Lord?”
“Ok, ok, I get the point Drok. Can you drop the ‘your Lorship’ stuff now, it’s getting annoying.”
“Whatever your Lorship shall want of his faithful Squire who is no better than a dog.”
“Good grief, we need to get you a woman or something…or maybe someone to beat on. Hey you may have an opportunity if this lot mutinies. Watch for it. I’m going to try and convince this lot that the Ulronai are simply misunderstood.”
Before the large Warrior, come Squire, has a chance to save his Lord from himself and his wagging tongue the fool is at balancing at the top of the prow, yelling for the crew to listen to him.
“Come Captain, Crew. Let me tell you of the plight of the Ulronai.”
With growls most of the crew turn to listen to the pompous ass that is accompanying them while anDrok takes up a more defensive position and loosens his sword in it’s sheath….this could turn ugly!!
Finally, cresting yet another of the rolling hills the spire of a few taller buildings could be made out as every step closer brought Tretha into focus. There were numerous homes in the area outside the town proper now and as the small group approached a rocky outcropping the glory of the cosmopolitan city came into view. Due East of their vantage amongst the jumble of buildings lay a branch of the Corwine River that separated the main body of land from the walled city section. At the many docs a dizzying maze of ropes, pulleys, masts and ships made for a confusing site adding to the excitement Khel felt about finally getting the port. The young noble’s eyes moved across the water and over the large stone and wood bridge that led into the city over the lifeblood of the city fixing on the two largest buildings. The one by its sheer size could only be the School of Magic, the Academy Velthune. At over two thousand years old it was home to some of the most ancient texts and most powerful mages in Turakia. Rumor had it that the School was the idea of a Wizard that had gone to Marcia to listen to Hargesh the Philosopher and his doctrines. Today the brick building stood out prominently on the East side of the city overlooking the ports and the masses going to and from the Western Bridge. The other building, newer in construction was most evidently a temple of some sort, glistening with its golden spires.
As Khel listens to anDrok complain behind him of all of the various peoples, smells and sounds the group enters the city of Tretha. The second largest city in Mhendaria, Tretha sits near the mount of the Corwine River on an excellent natural harbour. It’s one of the businest port citites in the WEsterlands, and a favourite of many merchants. The Duchesss Lusia Meralda, who rules this fief until her son Tovar comes of age and can succed his late father, has encouraged trade by keeping tariffs and money changing fees low.
Mages from all over the Wersterlands can be seen walking the streetsy as they come to Tretha to study at the Academy Velthune, a school of magic founded by the wizard of the same name nearly two thousand years agao. Academy students in distinctive gold robes are a common sight; their ivory robed professors rarer but accorded even more respect.
Finally in the Eastern sector Khel, anDrok, Florshal, and Dror settle in for the night at “Tretha’s Retreat”. A fine establishment that Khel insists upon given that he is having to foot the bill for the entire party. Their reliance on his money and resources does not concern him however. Easy come, easy go. Early the next morning as the bustling city reveals itself in it’s full glory Khel shoos out the lithe little blonde and her tawdry outfit before heading down to the Common Room to break his fast. Florshal misses nothing however and simply shakes his head and purses his lips. The job of refining these young humans from the animals they were was going to be a difficult task at best.
Smiling broadly Khel looks at Florshal and anDrok gregariously turning the wooden chair around to sit with his arms on the back, “Smile boys, we are in Tretha, one step closer to that slime bucket V and hidden from prying eyes here. Hey, Where’s Dror?”
anDrok piped up, “Hah, they refused to serve him so he had to go back up to his rooms.”
“Has he broken his fast”
“What do I care for the Ulronai? He stinks more than this bloody town. He can rot up there.”
Khel looked at anDrok as only a Lord looking upon his Squire could, “Bring him up some food, and I’ll hear no more complaints from you. I afford you latitude many others would hang for. Now go.”
Florshal looked at Khel, “I happen to agree with your Squire, the Ulronai does stink. I’m not sure what you have planned in terms of getting us to Bridgerton but I am headed to the Library this morning. I’ll be right back.” With a swirl of his fantastic cloak the meticulous elf took his leave although it would be much longer than either Khel or Flor would anticipate before they would meet up again.
anDrok, Dror, and Khel gather together later in the day after having spent the morning in quiet contemplation…or watching the young nubile women walk by depending on who were talking about when the decision is made to go see about hiring a boat to Bridgerton. After many failed attempts with the Ulronai in tow Khel comes across Captain Gofrey who, plyed with “Abondoned Farmhouse” wine agrees to passage provided the Dog lies in the cabin holds below the entire time. The ship would leave in two days.
Khel slapped his open palm on the table, “Where in the Gods names is Florshal? Stupid Elf knows we were supposed to get to Bridgerton and now the boat is leaving today!” Despite their efforts to find Flor, the Librarian at the Academy Velthune swears that the Elf was turned away.
Leaning on the gunwale of the large boat Khel shook his head as he looked at anDrok, “We had no choice, the boat was leaving, we have to get Verak. Who knows where Flor went. We had to leave him behind. At least we left him a note.”
“Yes, Lord Khel. Will there be anything else your Lord?”
“Ok, ok, I get the point Drok. Can you drop the ‘your Lorship’ stuff now, it’s getting annoying.”
“Whatever your Lorship shall want of his faithful Squire who is no better than a dog.”
“Good grief, we need to get you a woman or something…or maybe someone to beat on. Hey you may have an opportunity if this lot mutinies. Watch for it. I’m going to try and convince this lot that the Ulronai are simply misunderstood.”
Before the large Warrior, come Squire, has a chance to save his Lord from himself and his wagging tongue the fool is at balancing at the top of the prow, yelling for the crew to listen to him.
“Come Captain, Crew. Let me tell you of the plight of the Ulronai.”
With growls most of the crew turn to listen to the pompous ass that is accompanying them while anDrok takes up a more defensive position and loosens his sword in it’s sheath….this could turn ugly!!
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