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The room was full of laughter, the noise echoing around the hall. The room was two stories tall tapered in the middle the roof was clouded in the smoke from the roaring fires, the all itself was around a hundred feet in length an open hearth ran down about a third of the middle of the room. Warming the hall and roasting the days hunt, around eighty men and women were in the hall about a third of them servants and whores. Meat and ale was already being dished out to everyone in attendance, a harpist sat in the corner playing out a tune which was mostly drowned out by the noise of the crowd. It was Omantide, a three day long feast in celebration of the years harvest, only on Troska feasts like this were held and The First Kingdom had the best feasts.
Marcus sat in the adjoining hall, it was his audience chambers were he would recieve his subjects and hold councils of war. It was a larger room easily able to sit three hundred people but it did not have the same atmosphere as the much older feasting hall. He sat upon his thrown holding a small circlet of silver in his hand, a crown. The first his grandfather made when he delcared himself king, his father had made a much grander one for himself but Marcus preffered the smaller circlet. He preffered show his welth as a true warlord should, with gilded weapons shinning mail and golden armrings. The rest of his wealth he showered upon his men, a gift-giver was always followed and Marcus Artorson was known to be one of the most generious on Troska.
"My Lord, the last of the men are arriving."
"Thank you, Chesarn."
Chesarn was Marcus's personal bodyguard, he had been with him since he was just a child. He was one of the best fighters in the First Kingdom a beast of a man, his stare and low grumble making most take a step back. But with Marcus he was different, kind.
"Let me known once all of the Earl's are here. Oh and make sure that captured princess comes to."
"Yes, My Lord."
@Topher Ridge @Kath @TallestTree @Rae Anne Jarrus
Marcus sat in the adjoining hall, it was his audience chambers were he would recieve his subjects and hold councils of war. It was a larger room easily able to sit three hundred people but it did not have the same atmosphere as the much older feasting hall. He sat upon his thrown holding a small circlet of silver in his hand, a crown. The first his grandfather made when he delcared himself king, his father had made a much grander one for himself but Marcus preffered the smaller circlet. He preffered show his welth as a true warlord should, with gilded weapons shinning mail and golden armrings. The rest of his wealth he showered upon his men, a gift-giver was always followed and Marcus Artorson was known to be one of the most generious on Troska.
"My Lord, the last of the men are arriving."
"Thank you, Chesarn."
Chesarn was Marcus's personal bodyguard, he had been with him since he was just a child. He was one of the best fighters in the First Kingdom a beast of a man, his stare and low grumble making most take a step back. But with Marcus he was different, kind.
"Let me known once all of the Earl's are here. Oh and make sure that captured princess comes to."
"Yes, My Lord."
@Topher Ridge @Kath @TallestTree @Rae Anne Jarrus