Age of Frost [RP]

[Vil]:”Hmm? Do I hear something about adventuring party.?”

The messenger addressing Raven turns around to the suddenly appeared Luna. A bit confused on where she came from, but being forced to spread the message nonetheless, the messenger continues on with his message in a very patronizing tone.

"Why yes dear citizen, an 'adventuring party' is being sent up to venture into the mountains for a grand total sum of 200 coins. You can go skedaddle off to Imen if you're so inclined and save us both some time."

In the Yunnaiteddo Federation, the messenger, a young boy, pauses in his repeated readings of the message to address Civilec.

"Yes! An adventuring party, organized by the King of Vysokiy himself! I was told it's taking place in Imen, all the way up in Ravenna."

"Wow! Really? Well then, you should probably start on your way to Ravenna then!"

Can you summarize the plot for me please? I don’t want to read the entire thing😂

( Luis combines ice with necromancy. Summons hundreds of the dead. He is happy. King is not happy. He wants to make a party to the northeast. People decline but few of them accept. I think that's post 65 meant. CMIIW. )

* the air gets warmer around Felicia for a few seconds as she was filled with DETERMINATION *

(UNDERTALE???!?!?!?!) [Luna:] "You've got it!" *Luna proceed to meander her way to Imen. Don't ask how she'll get there, but she WILL be on time.*

[Balimund] "I could use the coin, I suppose I will join this search party."

(#88 yesss) * goes to the town to Imen*

Avila heads towards Imen, even though she is nowhere near the others.

[Elena] "dang it, where's that red thi*glitches*??? She forgot her *loud buzzing* glove. Wait, WHO ARE YOU?!! *Points at Avila* *teleports the glove to Felicia's inventory * "

"Hm?"

[ Elena ]" where's your character sheet? You need to be approved by dead(got-dead) first. "

(it's in the ooc forum)

[ Elena ] "oh, ok " * leaves the RP *

( now we'll wait ....)

Imen is a nice town. It’s small, but not village or hamlet small, enough to have its own guard force and stone walls, located right by the river. What made Imen mildly of interest to anyone was that it was located by the river, the one coming from Uthan north, and Imen was a place for river merchants to rest, stock up, get drunk in taverns and invariably get kicked out. Imen was located close to Uthan, not close enough to be considered a major trade hub, but enough to have some economic value.

The people were nice, they didn’t suffer so nearly as much from the famines that hovered over the rest of Ravenna, social, and quick to scam gullible travelers out of a coin or two. The buildings were made of stone and wood in the typical Ravennan architecture (search up pictures of French houses in the middle ages.) with shades of green from tangled vines and small growing trees.

Ever since the announcement of a gathering of an investigation party, one would think that there would be more hustle and bustle around the town, more of a liveliness. But there wasn’t. People went around their daily routines as usual, no large influxes of prospecting investigators. The inns stayed half-full, the markets their usual level of mildly chaotic, he one or two lightly armored guards at the gatehouse continued to give half-baked greetings to arriving merchants or travelers, and the town stayed average.

Meanwhile, in an insignificant manor in Vysokiy…

Kari straightened out his pristine red velvet coat, checking himself in the mirror before heading out into the hall of the manor. The coat was an important part of his demeanor, the thing that separated him from the rest of the peasant filth that polluted Vyoskiy and Ravenna nowadays. He wore a number of fine jewelry, including a copious amount of rings, necklaces, and bracelets, worth more than the common farmer, plus his family. Kari’s leather poulaines padded across the stone floor as he strode arrogantly into the great hall.

Along the way, through the twisty hallways of the left wing of the manor house, he called for his servants, most notably his valet, Trist, who trudged up to him, taking her spot at his left side. Throwing open the side doors into the great hall, he walked into the center of the spacious area where his father, Baron Tucham, would typically greet his myriad of guests, most often the dreaded peasantry from the nearby towns. Today he had called Kari for a “special reason”.

Tucham sat in an engraved wooden chair, a pale imitation of a throne, but the seat of power in the manor nonetheless. Surprisingly, there were no peasants nor any number of guests, only a singular Vysokiyian messenger, one of a high rank, conversing with his father. Concerning as the circumstances may be, it was always a pleasant delight when there were no peasants, plus the messenger was thankfully not Ravennan.

The messenger turned his head to stare at Kari, before whispering to Tucham, who nodded in response to whatever question or statement the messenger had made. Tucham cleared his throat, and in a somber voice only used for delivering bad news, he made his move.

“Son, about your… lazing about and your lack of worldly experie-”

Interrupting Tucham, Kari, who assumed the message was completely unrelated to him and his matters, hurried his father in his statement.

“Yes, on with it. I haven’t gotten all day.”

“...the Chief Advisor, with the urging of the King, has recently made an announcement, and, I saw it was in your best interests to hear out the details, since you will soon be going to Imen…”

*Wakes up and has a delicious breakfast of ground glass and milk before going to the dojo* Today students we will be practicing throat chops. Now, now Golos we use our hands not feet. A feet would be a kick.