Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-25344655-20150908031022/@comment-25975584-20150923220132

Eureka Enderborn wrote: A fanfare of horns echoes across the battlefield, and deep, resonant gregorian chanting can be heard. Off in the distance, there is a company of about 100 halberd-wielding soldiers decorated in purple and black, and there are many black hooded figures marching. There were trumpeters, and the chanting was coming from all of them. There were banner bearers, hefting black banners with curious purple symbols, that only the High Men present recognize as ancient High Speak, the language of High Men nobility. There was also a palanquine in the center. When the grand procession reached the table, the palanquine was set down, and out stepped a young man in ornate ceremonial black and purple robes. He was obviously High-Mannish, but he looked as though he had never seen the sun. He walked to the table, the hooded figures close behind.

"Hello." He said to the negotiators present. "I represent the Black Kingdom, the true empire of the High Men. And we have come to stake our claim." "Bah, I am the direct line descendant of the last emperor of Gluri's eldest son. If you really cared for our traditions, and were still true to your people; you'd bow to me. But, however, I believe we should both just stay out of the other's way. I'm busy right now, I'm waiting for these... Orsimer to come sit at the negotiation table.