OOC: That was very satisfactory to read, welcome to the rp btw! We will see what the king will say about this.

While the event was going on inside the castle the king were told from his men about what had happened outside the walls, and outside of his home. He was curious to see this man and to shear a few words with him. The queen had heard as well what was going on, she felt something were not right. Her husband leaves the joy and music with his men, he walked his way down to the cold and dark dungeon, with his soldiers following behind.

The crown princess walked up to her mothers side, and took her seat next to her. Asking what was going on and if something had happened. The mother took her daughters hands and looked her in the eyes, "It's alright dear. We will keep the mood balanced around here." The queen spoke, her daughter nodded her head, understanding.

Valerie, who had just played the piano walked her way out to the floor and were listening to some people who was speaking to one another. They had heard a man killed killed two guards, and that the person got dragged to the dungeon. "Was this night turning into a bloodbath?" The young assassin made her way to the queen and Elizabeth side, she kept quiet and gazed over the crew of people, who where dancing in couples to the young elven girls singing voice.

When the king had entered the long hall which where filled of prisoners, mostly old people and men who had done something to betray their kings trust. Soon the king and his men stood in front of the iron jail bars. Behind the bars was the man himself, the one who has slaughtered two of the kings men.

"You've gone & made a real mess for yourself. No individual would ever do what you did unless they were seeking the mercy of my axe. You however, do not seem like the kind of person to give in to the cruel nature of our world." The king spoke with his deep voice, gazing down on the particularly uncaring man in the cell.

"What kind of man are you? The one who takes payment or the one who just plainly enjoys slaughter? Anyhow, i could make use of a man with your fighting prowess."

As they made their way to the castle, Lorcan peered out of the barred window of the prison carriage. In the streets were piles of books, some still smoldering from the flames. He raised an eyebrow, taking note, before the carriage stopped. The doors flew open, and the baby faced lieutenant stepped forward.

"Step out, sir." Lorcan jumped from the wagon, his chains clanking as he hit the ground. The lieutenant lead him into the dungeon, with a few guards walking behind him. Lorcan noticed that the cells were chock full of men. Lorcan smiled "Lieutenant, anyone ever tell you you shouldn't walk with a prisoner at your back?"

The moment the lieutenant stopped to turn and ask why, Lorcan lunged forward, and chomped down on the mans ear. The man squealed like a girl who had just seen a spider, and collapsed to his knees, babbling and screaming "AHHHHHHGETHIMIFFGETHIMOFFGETHIMOFF!"

The other two guards jumped in, beating Lorcan to the ground, but Lorcan didn't let go, making away with half the poor man's ear. They continued to kick him for a minute, before booting him into the cell, a triumphant grin on his bloodied face. They led the man further down the hall to patch him up, when someone, presumed to be the King, walked in and addressed him.

He knew when to show customs and courtesies, and stood, bowing to the King, the stoic look on his face, save for some chewing, listening to what the King said.

[I]"A little of both, yer kingship. I prefer a challenge, while raising money to support my family back home. I'd be willing to fight, for a rather /small/ payment. If yer interested."[/i] He smiled, blood dribbilng down his chin.

The king was quiet and was listening carefully to the man's words. He would take the deal then, the king nodded his head slightly. "As long you work for me, your family won't has to be a trouble for you. They will have the life they have always dreamt of." He spoke, "You will work under my command during the rest of your life. You shall have contact with your family, to trust my words that they will have a much better life than what I assume they have now."

The king had his arms crossed over his chest, while he eyed the man behind the bars. His words are trusting and it was not often he made deals to people who slaughtered his men.

Roselynn wandered into the dungeon, trying to figure out what all the commotion was about. She absent-mindedly bumps into the king, falling over on her back O-Ough!!

[I]"Nay, sir. If you don't mind me sayin', my family is alright where they are. If'n ya can't tell, I ain't from yer kingdom. Eire is a 2 month hike to get here, and no one will look after the farm while we're gone. I'm too partial to Eire to permanently leave. Here's my deal."[/i] He spat out what he was chewing on, which was the half of the ear he bit off, and held his hands up, two fingers.

[I]"First thing, I work for yafor two months. 400 gold coins up front, plus whatever I can make on the side doing odd jobs. Second, I don't kill women, and I don't kill children. Deal, yer kingship?"[/i]

He held his hand through the bar to shake, although he doubted the King would do so.

As he spoke, some slave girl wandered in, and ran into the king. He cocked an eyebrow, somewhat in bewilderment.

The king raised his eyebrow when he heard that this man come from outside his kingdom, he eyed the man who spitted while he spoke his mind out. "You have got my word, that's the deal." The king spoke when the man reached his hand out for the king, he took a steady grip on the mans hand and shook it.

Then a random slave girl ran in to the kings side, he wasnt desturbed by her. He eyed her by the coner of his eyes, "Take her away from here." The king glared down at the white haired slave and spoke with an cold voice.

He wasnt very pleased to see someone sneaking around behind his back. One of the kings guards took the girl by the back of her neck rather roughly and walked their way out from the dungeon. The king returned his attention to the man again. "Tomorrow will be your first day." The king turned his back at the bars, "Sleep tight." He spoke and walked his way up stairs leaving the man and the dungeon, with the left of his guards following the king.

*Roselynn yelped out in pain and fear as she's dragged out of the dungeon. His cold, unfeeling voice had scared her to the point of tears. She's trembling with fear by the time he lets go of her. She is curled up in a ball, repeating the same phrase over and over again. "Please don't hurt me, my Lord" *

(( It was not the king who walked Rose away, it was a guard who the king ordered to take her away. The king himself is at the dungeon still speaking with Lorcan. You don't need to change anything, just make sure to read carefully so there won't be any misunderstandings.))

The crown princess was looking for her maid, which was the slave-girl but, she had made a deal to Roselynn that she will from now on work under her command, only if the elven wanted to do so. If she didn't, then the Crown princess couldn't do much about it. She only tried to save another life from her father's claws and his men. The mood around people was still alright, there was no one talking about what had happened outside the walls, the guest was enjoying the night.

"Valerie can you help me find my maiden? Elizabeth asked and eyed the assassin. "The elven girl with long white hair and greyish skin." The crown princess explained, Valerie slightly nodded, she walked to a direction where no people were around and so did Elizabeth, to look for Roselynn.

Valerie ran upstairs, which was a hall away from the ballroom. She was quiet to be able to hear clearly a man's voice from a guard and a girl begging him to stay away. The young assassin took up her knife and walks her way into the room, she saw the girl which was the maid of Elizabeth, the one she was looking all over for. She was on a bed and scared of her life as this man. A man standing with his back against Valerie and the doorway, he didn't see her coming but Roselynn was now. The guard was about to walk over to the elven girl. But in time Valerie closed the bedroom door and smoothly sank the knife by the side of the guard's neck, his eyes went wide and blood ran down his neck, and his body limps to the ground.

Valerie sighed and looked at the mess, then at the girl, who was shaking with fear. "The princess is looking for you." The assassin spoke while she grabbed a cloth and brushed off the blood on the knife. Now she had to burn that somewhere, where no one will see or find out. As quiet Valerie is deep in thoughts of how to get rid of the body. She eyed a window in the room, walking over to the window and open it, she looked outside no one was to be seen. Down was a river of water that goes around the castle and is connected to the sea. She thought for a moment and looked at the man than the river outside, the splash will create drama, so maybe that was not a good idea.

Rose cried there on the bed, absolutely terrified. She thanked Valeria a million times, and hugged her tight. "I-I'm so s-s-sorry...f-for going unannounced...b...but...I...I heard a noise in th-the dungeon....and I went to go..s-see what was happening....th-then...I bumped into the king....and...that h-horrible, evil, wretched guard took me...a-and...." She cries extremely hard

[I]"Tomorrow? Excellent! I'll be ready to...

Wait.

You aren't gonna get me outta here, yer kingship? Hey! HEY!"[/i] He shouted as the King and his guards left. He threw his hands up in frustration, then sat down hard on the bench in a huff, trying to figure a way put of the cell. He could always beat the next guard to walk by into submission....

He waited for the opportunity, but it never came. He leaned his head against the wall, muttering angrily, something about 'Breaking some skulls at training.' Before nodding off for a bit.

OoC// Should we wait for the others?

OoC: I have contacted Literature and Vintage888 about the rp over PM a few weeks ago, but, I never received any reply from them, so I have no clue if they want to continue this Rp or if they are away. What I do know with Kaffemedgredde, he will reply soon for his character.

The assassin was of course shocked by the girl, who suddenly hugged her and thanked her from begin saved. Valerie nodded her head slightly and got off from the hug. She wasn't very used to people warming up to her, she had it sometimes hard to warm up to others. The young assassin turned her eyes to the dead man's body, who still were on the ground while she spoke. "You should head to the crown princess." Valerie eyed the girl again."For your safety. Now go." She spoke, as she eyed the door.

The Crown princess was together with her mother, the queen. The two were still in the ballroom, kept their folks in the company, and enjoy the last of the night.

The next thing the princess knows, she's being hugged from behind by a crying Rose. She seems rather shaken up by what had happened, not that Eliza even knew about it.

Jason observed his combatant in the ring. The young man was sparring another soldier of the elite guard who went by the name of Isaac. The two had their weapons drawn, Jason with his gleaming Sword, and Anderson with his spear. The elite knights circled each other around the sparring ring, waiting for one another to take the first move. Finally Anderson lunged with his polearm, attempting to strike Jason head-on. The young guard narrowly deflected the attack before taking a slash at Anderson's torso, but was only met with thin air as the opposing elite guard jumped away from the horizontal strike. "You doin' all right there, Jason? You're getting a bit slow." Anderson said with a smirk. "Is that so? I'm just getting warmed up." Jason retorted, returning the expression. The two clashed for a while, weapons crossing on numerous occasions, before Anderson finally made a sloppy jab, extending his spear too far out. Before the older guard could pull away, the young man quickly grabbed the weapon's shaft and ripped it out of Anderson's gauntleted hands, causing him to fall over on his hands and knees, Jason's longsword at the back of his neck.

At this point the Jason extended his hand to the fallen elite guard, who gratefully accepted the gesture as he helped him up. "I don't know how you did it, but that's the fourth time in a row you beat me." Anderson said, picking his spear back up. "Fifth." Jason corrected with a smile, removing his helmet and resting it under his arm. "Yeah, well don't let it go t' your head." Anderson said with a chuckle. Soon, a servant came scurrying out into the training field, stating "His highness has ordered that you accompany him immediately." The two elite guards nodded and headed toward the throne room.

Jason strode alongside the king as he and the other guards headed towards the dungeons, his ornate longsword reflecting the little light that seeped through the cracks of the moss-covered ceiling. The elite soldier gave little heed to the lieutenant and his guards, although it did slightly intrigue the young man how the lieutenant was missing a large chunk of his right ear, the man's gloved hand trying to cover it in a futile attempt to stop the steady flow of blood from the wound. He was soon met with the sight of the prisoners, until the king had stopped in front of one man in particular, seemingly the one who had ripped off the lieutenant's ear, his bloodied face and even bloodier mouth the only evidence Jason needed to immediately find this man more barbaric than the other heathenous fools rotting in the dungeon cells.

Jason was surprised and looked to the king with a frown when he suggested hiring such an animal, however the young man didn't say anything, knowing his place under his highness. Jason was offended and taken aback even more so as the prisoner held his hand out to the king, to which point his highness shook the dirt-covered extremity. The young man was snapped out of his bewilderment when someone ran into the king, Jason's hand immediately tightening around the grip of his blade, however he relaxed when he only found a lowly half-breed servant falling on her behind. The young man watched as the servant was dragged away by a guard, feeling only slightly sorry for the poor woman. When it came time for the king to head back to his throne room, he first slightly turned to murmur to Jason, saying, "Make sure this one doesn't do anything he will regret. Sir Anderson will be more than enough protection as I return to my throne." At this, Jason reluctantly nodded to his king's order as him and his guards returned to the stairway leading back to the castle main.

Jason watched the mercenary search around as the young man pulled up a wooden chair. The voices of screaming prisoners filled the dungeon, however this one remained silent, planning his escape. The elite guard narrowed his eyes at the prisoner before sighing, draping his arms over the back of the wooded chair. When he looked back, he found the man sound asleep, despite the shouting of 'framed' prisoners. This man was a strange one indeed.

The King let his trustable soldier, Jason to watch over this new man Lorcan Al'Shineran, who still are in the cell during the night. The highness himself had returned to the castle ball room to were his wife and daughter was. They said their goodbye to the royal people, who was leaving the castle for the night. Elizabeth were surprised when Rose had hugged her from behind, and where crying in silent. Elizabeth took the girl by her hand and lead her the way into the castle again.

"You should not again leave my sight, do you understand?" Elizabeth spoke while she walked with Rose by her side. She had been worried about the girl, she was young and anything could have happened if she didn't notice it in time that Rose was missing by her maids.

Up for the long stairs in the castles hall, walking their way up and stopped by a closed door. Inside the room was already other maids. In the room were beds, bathrooms and the maids for the castle. Who do work for the princess, all of them are innocent, who Elizabeth once have saved their lives from being sold. Those women should be slaves for royal people, out in the Kingdom. But, the crown princess made them deals. To work for her and live a much better life here, instead of have been slaves. Rose is the youngest one of them all, the maid's of the princess stood up from doing what they were doing, and turned their attention to their crown princess. When she and the new maid had entered the room. "Ladies, we have a new girl with us. Roselynn." Elizabeth introduced the elven girl to the older ladies, they are all very friendly and smiled warmly to the new girl.

"You have all done such a great job today. I will see you tomorrow." The crown princess smiled and eyed her maids. "Goodnight, your highness." The ladies spoke and bowed to show respect, Elizabeth nodded her head and smiled to Rose, who was now in good hands of her other maids. They took very good care of the young girl, made her feel likethey are all together a big family. One of them told her the things she will do for Elizabeth. Which are cleaning, take dishes, work as a maid for the castle and their future queen.

Time skip

It was an early morning for the crown princess, [URL=http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=186003584]Elizabeth[/URL] she was learning more about the politics for the Kingdom. It's what she must learn, before she becomes the future queen over the land. Which one day she will be.

Elizabeth are inside a roomm were only the royal people are to have meetings. She circled around the large table which stood in the middle of the room, she was together with one very close friend of hers, named Alma. Who is a few years older then Elizabeth, she have black hair, tan skin and are like always dressed very nicely. Alma are born from a big and rich family, from a couple of years back her family and her works now with the King. Eliza and Alma have known each other a couple of years now, and become friends by a short time. Alma have been studing in politics for quiet some time now, and she is a very good listener as so at politics. "Why should anyone trust me? Why should anyone follow me?"

"I have the kings blood in my veins. I know people see fear in me, as they see in my father." Elizabeth spoke while she eyed the window then her friend. She crossed her arms over her chest and eyed Alma, who tilted her head to the side and sighed. The tan skinned woman stood up and walked her way to Elizabeth side.

"Because you have a gentle heart, Eliza." Alma spoke, she eyed the crown princes who found a smile form her lips to hear the kind words. "You would give the people of this kingdom, everything they are looking for now. That's hope." She spoke, and Elizabeth were silent, to listen to her friend true words.

"A life they all are dreaming after to have. After those tough and endless sorrow years, which we all have gone through." Alma paused, Elizabeth never forgets that day, when her loved one fighted against her father from striking the magic from the lands and by humans. She will never forget the pain of losing her fiance in the war. And all the innocent lives, which were taken that day. "You can give them back their hope again." Alma smiled and rest her hand on to Elizabeths shoulder.

[URL=http://www.polyvore.com/valerie_valyria/set?id=186000481]Valerie[/URL] had taken care of the dead man's body from the nights action. She was back to the castle early in the morning and she had another person to kill today, from the kings order. Yet, another lie she would come up with and fake the humans death. Every lie she tells is a risk for her life. The young assassin know she had to go out to the village, and do what she has to do. Valerie must decide what she fights for. Her liberty, her heart or the fate of the Kingdom.

(( , I hope it is alright if I join. I was interested in the roleplay when it first began, but I didn't have as much time before. If it is too late, just give the word, and me and my dwarves will go ^_^. ))

Username: Lycanclaw Name: Dolgrin Ironfist Age: 75 Species: Dwarf Gender: Male Appearance: Dolgrin is large, weighing over 235 pounds, and eaching up to 4'6", though he would swear he is taller than his twin brother, Harsk. Dolgrin's head is covered in bright red hair, that is slightly matted, but his beard is daily brushed, such as any good Dwarf would do. His eyes are green and bright, and his face tanned by plenty of exposure to the sun. His beard is left loose, with only two braids, one on each side of his beard, each with a set of stone beads holding it closed. He is covered in scars on his arms, and sports a nasty scar on his right shoulder, and two scars on his face, a short one on his nose, and a long one across the right of his face, from tip of ear to chin. His clothes are plain cloth and worn, and he wears no boots, his feet exposed to the elements. Over his clothes is a set of leather armor, well worn, but well taken care of. It is occasionally patched with strips of leather, especially around the torso. Personality: Dolgrin is sometimes irrational, and quick to anger. He would rather swing his axe first and ask questions later, and has done so quite frequently. He loves to laugh, and enjoys taunting friends and enemies alike into bouts of fighting. He'll often be the one in a tavern who starts a brawl, and in the end, he'll buy drinks for anyone left standing. It is usually a small amount. History: Dolgrin, unlike his brother, did not have the gift, nor the attention span for the intricates of diplomacy, and so his father left him to do as he would. Dolgrin found his love for battle early, and trained in the militia until he was 35 years old, when he was discharged from service, for even other dwarves found him too rowdy. He left the Dwarven mountains to find his way in the human realms as an adventurer, and spent many a year pillaging abandoned forts, old crypts, and caves filled with goblins and orcs for the spoils it would bring. He traveled with many groups, but when the war between the human king and all magic began, most dwarves, including Dolgrin, returned to the safety of the mountains. When the war was over, Dolgrin stayed with his brother at their home, until the scent of adventure called him, and he joined Harsk as his guard to the human realm.

Username: Lycanclaw Name: Harsk Ironfist Age: 75 Species: Dwarf Gender: Male Appearance: Harsk is stout, just weighing at 200 pounds, and standing as tall as 4'6". His bright red hair is cut at his shoulders, but his beard flows down proudly, intricately woven and braided, with stone beads woven in as well, each stone bead inlaid with a blue gem. His eyes are bright green, his skin fair, barely having felt the harsh rays of the sun. His clothes, specifically his dyed blue tunic, are finely made, and although worn from travel, well taken care of. Over his tunic he wears a chainmail shirt. He takes care to keep his face and hands clean, and barely speaks with the heavy accent that most Dwarves carry. If not for the long sleeves on his tunic, one would notice he sports a rather large brand in the shape of a hammer, the sign of Tivor, grand deity of the Dwarves. It would be noted, if they knew, that the hammer was only branded on the arms of Tivor's clerics, as a sign of lifelong devotion. Personality: Harsk is foremost a priest of Tivor, and second a diplomat. He is reserved, and takes his time to think before acting or even speaking. He is still a dwarf, however, and by human standards can be considered blunt of the tongue, speaking the truth about a situation, even if one does not wish to hear it. History: Harsk was born in the lower noble caste, and was being trained to be a diplomat from a young age. He learned many human traditions in his training, and learned to speak the common tongue. His father had hoped that Harsk would be a formidable leader, if he could communicate with the human well. When Harsk was twenty years of age, he was found to have an aptitude for healing magic, and against his fathers wishes, he enter the service of the Temple of Tivor, to train to be a priest. He did not abandon his diplomatic life however, and continued training in that as well. A priest who was as quick with the tongue as he was with his magic was well observed, and since priests are considered neutral to all except their god, Harsk had no lack of work as a negotiator, until even the king himself requested that Harsk travel to the human lands, to negotiate the continuation of a trades agreement with the human king.

(( Welcome to the Rp, dont worry you're more then welcome to join us! Your dwarves sounds very interesting, cant wait to rp with you! :D ))

((Well cool, heh, cause I wrote this the day before. It was too long to post with the bios. Also, question, I may have just missed it, but what is the name of the king? Formal name more important. Also, I hope you don't mind if I gave the Dwarven King a name, or the main dwarven deity. I can obviously change those if you already had names in mind.))

A Dwarf outside of the mountain homelands is a rare sight, but two, identical Dwarves is rarer still. That was the sight the fair townsfolk of the capital were seeing, as two Dwarves strode through the main street, straight for the castle. They both had bright, strawberry red hair and deep-set green eyes. They were twins, young adults at the age of 75, both of them reaching a towering height of 4'6", by dwarf standards. They had square, broad noses, and both were of stocky builds. Although their faces were the same, it would have been easy to set them apart.

On the left was Dolgrin Ironfist, bound in hardened leather with a plain steel axe as tall as he was strapped to his back. He looked older than his brother, but it was simply the wear of battle on his body that made it seem so. He carried several scars across his arms, and one very nasty, long scar across his right shoulder. Even his face was marred, a short scar on the corner of his nose, and a long one covering the length of the tip of his right ear down to his chin. His eyes were bright, however, flicking back and forth to capture all the sights of the town, and a smile never left his lips. Dolgrin's beard was loosely worn, with only two braids, one down each side, tied with a set of plain stone beads. The leather armor he wore looked aged, but well taken care of. It was occasionally patched by newer strips of leather, especially around the torso. He had cloth under that, which appeared much more ragged, and his feet were bare, calloused over by heavy travel.

Harsk Ironfist walked next to his brother, a more stoic expression on his face. Where his brother looked ragged, Harsk looked fresh. He bore no scars from battle, and was not as built as his brother, but he still looked capable, with an small iron shield, and steel hammer strapped to his backpack. Tied to the backpack as well was a long, thin leather bound object, though it would be difficult to guess what it was. Harsk was more meticulously dressed, his long sleeved tunic dyed a deep blue, with fine stitching and craftsmanship, worthy of a noble. Even his leather pants and boots, though not as fine, were still better than most would wear. Over his clothes he wore a chainmail shirt, of high Dwarven quality, and although he was weary from travel, he had the demeanor of someone of importance. His beard was painstakingly braided, with small stone beads woven in, each one with a blue gem, which shone whenever the light struck it. The Hammer strapped to his backpack was also inlaid with several gems, though they were green. Four gems were inlaid in the handle, with one very large green gem at the end of the decorated knob. The steel hammer head was engraved with Dwarven runes, promoting strength and will, and the engravements were filled with a fine layer of gold.

Together they strode through the town that early morning, gaining the attention of the peasant folk just beginning their day. Although Dolgrin's attention wavered often as they traveled, Harsk kept them on a straight path to the castle. They talked amongst themselves in Dwarven, until, by mid morning, they were at the entry gates to the castle.

Harsk pulled from a side pocket of his backpack a simple scrollcase, and from that, some carefully rolled papers. Before the guard even had time to ask, Harsk unrolled the papers, showing them and speaking in common. "I am Harsk, o' clan Ironfist. I am here on request o' my majesty, King Rogar the Fast, Defender from the Great Horker Blight, Lord o' the Gilded Stones, and on request o' the High Merchant Caste, to speak with King Rageien the Wise about the trade agreements between our two kingdoms." At this moment, Harsk handed to the guard his official papers, and pointed to his brother beside him. "This is Dolgrin, o' clan Ironfist. He is my escort and guard. By the document there in, he is allowed to stay by my side during all negotiations, specifically on the condition he not speak during the proceedings." Harsk stared straight at Dolgrin when he said this, frowning at his brother, who simply smiled back, and then he continued. "Your king is expecting us, though we are late." Again Harsk looked to his brother, his eyes full of blame.
The guard called for a more senior officer, who examined the papers before nodding to the Dwarves and returning it and speaking. "You may proceed into the courtyard. We will send a messenger to you when his majesty is ready to receive you." Dolgrin and Harsk entered the courtyard of the castle, and both sat down on a fine stone bench.

((OoC: I have been thinking that the human king would be named Rageien The Wise. Nothing had come across my mind for the name to the Dwarven King, or for the main dwarven deity, yet. Please, feel all free to name him and the deity of the dwarves. If you want to! :D will soonish reply as the human King! :) ))

Calm, steady steps were heard throughout the hallway to the kings throneroom. A figure with a sweeping cloak was making it's way to the courtyard. Guards were standing at salute along the long walls.

As soon as the figure exited the long hallway, it made it's way to the courtyard where the dwarven brothers were waiting.

As guards walked past the two dwarves, they looked upon the stocky visitors with suspicion. One guard was especially obvious while glaring at the scarred brother. Right before the brothers noticed the staring guard, a figure suddenly appeared next to the more royally clothed brother, Harsk.

"I was told you wanted an audition with me." The king stated plainly. "I suspect you've travelled far, you must have urgent business to attend." He looked down on the dwarves with a proud face. "I am Rageien, landsfather to this great kingdom. Welcome, my proud friends!" The dwarven brothers were told that they were supposed to meet his majesty in his throne room and seemed just abit baffled that the king himself had decided to welcome them. "Well then my friends, what say you? Shall we speak on more private grounds?" He smiled, displaying his brilliant white teeth with a certain unnerving facial expression, then shifted his eyes towards the glaring guard standing like a statue next to the white wall stretching on behind him. The king snapped his fingers, a couple of seconds passed before a pair of heavy-armored bodyguards walked up from behind the king. They wore masks that completely hid their faces, the only feature noticeable was the small slits from where their eyes would be. The armor they wore didn't look royal. It was black, spiky, hulking & plated irregularly, showing something that looked like searing magma between the cracks.

They marched up to the guard that had glared at the two dwarves, lifting each side of his arms & wandered off with him into what looked like a dark cave-like entrance in the courtyard. It seemed to lead deep into the ground. The shocked guard screamed as he seemed to be in pain when the demonic bodyguards lifted him away. "No, please! I didn't mean to offend, please! No!"

((made the edit to my previous post, also, Think I'll move the conversations to their own paragraphs to help them be easier to read, like you have.))

Dolgrin swayed his feet back on forth on the bench, his legs so short they could not reach the ground. He looked up as a figure came within view, and was a bit puzzled to see someone who looked of nobility. Harsk noticed as well, and got off the bench, tilting his head toward his brother as a signal to follow suite. "Your majesty, this is an unexpected pleasure,"

Harsk said this while partially bowing and lowing his head. Dolgrin slowly lowered himself off the bench and did the same, though the smile slipped from his lips, and a frown replaced it. Harsk did not waver or look at the scene of the guard, but his brother watched the large, almost monstrous guards drag the guard away, his screaming and hollering the entire way.

Harsk raised his head, and looked up to the king, squinting in the bright sun. "Of course your majesty, where ever you wish to speak. I am Harsk, o' clan Ironfist, and this is Dolgrin, my escort, also o' clan Ironfist. We are both humbled to be in your presence, and to be in your magnificent kingdom. Truly you are fortunate indeed." Harsk said this almost with an air of astonishment, well practiced.

Dolgrin stared into the black abyss for which the soldier had been dragged. It had not taken long before even the faint echos of his screams could not be heard, and Dolgrin was worried, though he tried to hold his expression lightly.

"As has been said in messages preceding our arrival, I am here to discuss with your majesty the continuation o' the beneficial and profitable trading between the Dwarven and Human kingdoms."

Harsk waited patiently for the King to begin moving, and then realized his brother was not even looking in the king's direction. Harsk elbowed him discreetly in the side. Dolgrin groaned, and muttered a Dwarven curse, turning toward the king, only glancing back toward the dark tunnel once.