Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26210095-20160722221045/@comment-26210095-20160802025133

Aerion sails into the harbor of Pelargir. He docks his ship on one of the many quays and walks to the Royal Palace, one of the oldest buildings in the city. He walks past the beggars, mummers, and all the merchants and passerby of Pelargir. He reaches the gate, wrought of black iron. The guards know him, give a short bow, and open the gate. He could see fear in their eyes. He grimaced. He probably looked like shit from his retreat on the ship without washing, and his eye-socket was not covered. It was a pleasant walk through the gardens that were before the main palace, where his father resided with his trueborn son. He knocked on the gate, a servant answered. "Take me to my father." He said brusquely. The servant bowed and did as he was told. "Your father is in his quarters. Your brother is inspecting the Haven Guards. He will be there by this evening." He said. He gave a final bow then he left. Aerion opened the mahogany door to reveal his fathers luxurious quarters. He spared no expense. Fine wine, velvet, and silk were everywhere. It smelled like flowers, but the tang of the sea was present, like everywhere in Pelargir. You couldn't escape the water. His father was in the bathtub. He opened the door to his bathroom. It had a view of the harbor and the setting sub, with a bottle of Dorwinon vintage on the window sill. He approached his father, who was quite surprised. "Aerion... what brings you here?!" Said Hurin, lord of Pelargir. He was an aging man, and going fat and sporting grey hair. Aerion quietly spoke. "I have come to say goodbye." His father answered. "Goodbye? What for?" Aerion turned, and broke open the vintage wine. "Who was my mother?" Aerion asked as he poured the glass of wine. "A woman. Most are." He said as Aerion poured a glass of wine. Hurin began to grow more nervous, painfully apparent of his lack of protection. "What do you want? Gold? An army? A woman? I can give them to you..." He said with agitation. Aerion turned, and his look was terrible. "For you to love me as a son." And with that, Aeriob willed the waters of the tub to pull his father under. He screamed as he drowned. But no one hears you scream underwater. He took out the glass and walked onto the balcony, and took a sip. The vintage was sweet in his mouth. He heard his father thrashing behind him, but he looked at the beautiful sight of the harbor of Pelargir. He took another sip as the sun began to go down the horizon. There was much to do tonight.