Location: Tusk (Central District)
Cass had just stepped out for a nice cup of tea. Nice in that it would be sweet, strong, warm, and contain a shot of whiskey, for medicinal purposes.
The thunder was quick, loud, and distinct. It was also something that never, ever matched a completely clear sky.
Attack! We are under attack! Cass thought as he started to step into the shadows of a nearby building to sneak a better look. That, wasn't necessary.
Right in the middle of the flowery little patch of grass that the locals had been attempting to turn into a park, something materialized. Magically.
An elf who was so old that his age was becoming apparent was sitting on a throne. Not just an extravagantly ornate chair, a throne. Around the elf was a detachment of honor guard, body guard, or advance guard.
Cass started to unsheath the Aldori sword at his side, when his mind caught up with what his eyes were seeing. Not only were these archers not at full draw, or any draw, but they weren't even elves. They were humans.
And half-elves. Cass thought as his nose crinkled, trying to hold off a grin. Not like any army I'd expect.
Instead, Cass moved back away from the shadows and resumed walking down the street. He held himself in a formal posture, but moved as lithely as his heritage would allow. Drawing up short before the entourage, Cass spoke in a clear, honey dipped voice.
"You find yourself in the town of Tusk, whether or not that might be your intended destination. I am Cassius Mordane, a representative of these people of Midmarch who are under the Governorship of Henry LeMaistre. We bid you fond welcome. How may we be of your assistance?"
OOC:
17:40, Today: Cass Mordane rolled 22 using 1d20+13 ((9)). Diplomacy.
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