Z wrote:To save all our history for posterity, and boost members' post counts, I'm reposting old threads from the yahoo group and old forum. It may be a long and tedious task, but hopefully it'll be done and we can find all our history in one place!
After meeting Kylia, Ciprian led Cian directly to Castle Roid. The night before, Cian probably didn't realize just how close he was to the castle. They passed by the knight's barracks where Cian had waited with Carianna when Ciprian took Ranth and the other mercenaries down to the dungeon. They would have been interrogated by other knights, including Dernek, over the night. Hopefully anything that came from them was useful.
The castle was impressive, as are most, and Cian, a lowly thief, would be walking the same ground as nobles, heroes and royalty. Parn, Spark, Etoh, Fahn, and many others who were revered in modern legends had walked here. Ciprian led him through the castle, aware of how awe-struck Cian must be. They passed through corridors decorated with tapestries and paintings, windows framed with white and gold velvet drapes. They walked through gardens, blooming in spring greenery and flowers.
Cian was not so lucky as to meet any of the royal family, or see any nobles, not at these levels. These corridors were mostly filled with knights, patrolled by royal guards and tended by servants in livery. Some curiously examined the dark-skinned boy in a shirt too big and threadbare pants and shoes, tagging along behind the handsome holy knight. Some of the knights nodded in acknowledgment to Ciprian, but their eyes traveled to the ragamuffin young teenager behind him.
Ciprian didn't make any stops to explain just what Cian was doing with him. No guards were concerned by it, Ciprian was a holy knight, their superior, and if he was bringing a street urchin into the castle, he probably had a good reason. Perhaps the child would be given a job as a servant, or as some assumed properly, he would be registered as a squire.
Finally, Ciprian led Cian into a cavernous room at the end of a corridor. It was lined with stone benches and a few knights loitered about, talking quietly amongst themselves. Opposite of the corridor they entered through was a pair of double doors of lacquered wood, guarded by two men.
“Have a seat, Cian,” Ciprian said, gesturing to a bench near the door. The knight went to one of the guards and spoke, “I need to speak to the Marshal, it is a matter that require some expediency.”
The guard nodded, sparing a glance to Cian, then slipped into the room behind the doors. Ciprian turned to Cian and smiled, hopefully they could get everything taken care of today and be on the road tomorrow.