Elendor
Reporting In
Ranol reports in to Braldor on the audience with the king.
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Location: Erebor
Description: Thane Braldor's Chambers
A smaller room than the Underhalls of the Bundazanul, but still impressive. This room seems to have once been a natural cavern that the Khazad have hollowed to a larger size. The floor looks to be a polished granite that has a rather startling reflection. The slightly rougher walls are covered with beautiful tapestries. They rise then curve inwards and reach the natural ceiling, 15 feet up. The light in the room barely reaches the ceiling, which glitters when light reaches up to it's heights. On the ceiling along each wall hangs a large stalagtite, 10 feet long. Occasionally a drop of water drips off of one of them and lands in a gold basin that's sitting on a decorated wood table. Along one of the walls also is a stone fireplace large enough to put a rather good sized kettle in. Most of the light in this room comes from it. A stone couch sits in front of the fireplace, with a wooden table in front of it. There are wooden chairs around the room, and all look rather old. A large desk stands next to a wall. Above the door hangs two banners. One of Erebor, and one of Clan Bundazanul.
Ranol sits in Braldor's office, waiting for the thane to return. He had gone home for a couple of hours but after getting visits from both Frarin and Thari he decided to leave before more relatives dropped in to chat. The huskarl watches the fire in the hearth burn low, his brows drawn together as he sits in deep thought.
[Braldor(#30149)] The heavy wooden door creaks open, and in strides Braldor, removing his blue cloak as he comes into his office. underneath it is a clean white linen shirt, and dark leather pants. Noticing somebody inside, the Thane frowns, but the frown soon disappears when he notices who it is. "Ah, master Ranol!", the Thane calls, as he hangs his cloak from a peg, "good to have ye here! So.... how are things, lad? How did the audience with the King go?"
Ranol rises to stand when Braldor arrives, bowing low. When he straightens he seems to have buried whatever was on his mind for he smiles. "It went well. Lord Gimli plans to leave tomorrow to collect emissaries from our allies. The king advised that the celebration of the Five Armies anniversary be combined with a council to form a battle alliance."
[Braldor(#30149)] "Ah, that is good", Braldor exclaims, as he sits on his chair and motion for Ranol to do likewise. "I was sorry I couldn't attend the audience, but business required me elsewhere. I hope ye had a chance to tell the King of Bundazanul's support to this cause?", he adds, as he leans back, causing his wooden chair to creak.
"Aye.. I did." Ranol answers quietly, moving to take a seat. "I do not know that I would like to attend to such tasks again." The huskarl says with a nervous laugh. "Do you intend to go on this trip with Lord Gimli?"
[Braldor(#30149)] "And why wouldn't ye go, master Ranol? If I command ye to go, ye must. And if it's for the good of the clan, ye must. Such is the way for those of us who have the honor to serve our kin. Some things are imposed upon us, even if we dislike them. But anyway, we must make them to the best of our ability", the thane replies. Quickly, he moves on. "On this trip, i know not. But Gimli needs speed to travel, and that means no merchants will be going with him. So, I think i shall stay in Erebor, and look after the affairs of our clan", he adds.
"Aye, if you command it I would, my lord." Ranol agrees, though he doesn't look thrilled about the prospect of standing audience with the king again. The huskarl takes a slow breath. "And later, when the battle is proposed? Do you plan to go and fight?" There's a bit of hope in that question, for surely Ranol wants a chance for battle against the dark creatures of Mirkwood again.
[Braldor(#30149)] Braldor looks at Ranol, his eyes hard and his brow furrowed. "For this time only, I shall let that question pass and not take offense at it", he says, with a low, measured voice. "I have gone to more battles than ye can think, and have laid many enemies low with my axe nd in turn, I have shed my blood for our kin. If the king so commands, i shall be at the fore of the clan, and my axe shall again make the enemies of Durin's Folk tremble. Yes, I shall go to war", he adds, as a gnarled fist hammers the desk in front of Braldor.
Ranol draws back, surprised. "I wasn't trying to offend, my lord. I apologize. I only did not wish to assume anything on your behalf." The huskarl says in a hesitant voice, looking as if he wants to sink through the floor now. He's isn't armed, not having bothered to re-equip so late in the day with only the business of a conversation ahead of him. "I will make certain that when the time comes, the clan-karl's are ready, Lord Braldor."
[Braldor(#30149)] "I am sure ye will, lad", Braldor says, and his brow isn't furrowed anymore, and a ghost of a smile appears on his lips. "Ye have proven that I was not mistaken, when I appointed ye Huskarl. I have seen the lads have improved, and all thanks to ye and yer work", he adds.
"Thank you." Ranol says, bowing his head. The dwarf is quiet for a moment before he asks in a serious tone. "Is there anything else that I can do, to be sure I meet your expectations, Lord Braldor?" The huskarl lifts his gaze again to watch Braldor in silent study.
[Braldor(#30149)] Once again the Thane seems to be studying Ranol silently, his black eyes on the Huskarl's face, probing. "Well", he says after a moment, "it seems to me ye have done what is required and expected of ye, Huskarl. We of Bundazanul have a proud heritage, and our warriors have always distinguished themselves, even battling Durin's Bane when our kin was driven from khazad-dum", he says. "Ye're a fine example of such heritage, yet don't let these words lull ye and falter! I have seen many capable young lads do so, and the end wasn't happy. Keep up yer good work, huskarl, and yer Thane and yer clan will make sure ye're thanked for yer service", he adds.
Ranol lets a faint smile touch his face. "My lord, I was not seeking encouragement. I appreciate it.. but, I only wished to be certain I was not failing in any of my duties unknowingly." He pauses, then adds. "My father was often blind to his own misgivings. I would not wish to fall into the same trap, that is all." The huskarl begins to stand. "With your leave?" The dwarf asks, preparing to leave.
[Braldor(#30149)] "Worry not about that, Huskarl", Braldor says, as he chuckles, "for I shall be the first to point yer failings to ye", he says, although his tone is light, clearly jesting. He then motions with his hand to Ranol. "Certainly, Ranol, certainly. Having an audience with the King is tiresome, and ye need yer rest. Go ahead", he adds, as he takes a blank parchment from a neat stack and looks for his ink and a feather to write.
Ranol bows, grinning when Braldor assures him that criticism wouldn't be held back. "Have a good evening, Thane." He says politely, then leaves the chamber. He has no intention of resting, but instead of tracking down Hildis if he can find her. Ahhh, relationships.
A smaller room than the Underhalls of the Bundazanul, but still impressive. This room seems to have once been a natural cavern that the Khazad have hollowed to a larger size. The floor looks to be a polished granite that has a rather startling reflection. The slightly rougher walls are covered with beautiful tapestries. They rise then curve inwards and reach the natural ceiling, 15 feet up. The light in the room barely reaches the ceiling, which glitters when light reaches up to it's heights. On the ceiling along each wall hangs a large stalagtite, 10 feet long. Occasionally a drop of water drips off of one of them and lands in a gold basin that's sitting on a decorated wood table. Along one of the walls also is a stone fireplace large enough to put a rather good sized kettle in. Most of the light in this room comes from it. A stone couch sits in front of the fireplace, with a wooden table in front of it. There are wooden chairs around the room, and all look rather old. A large desk stands next to a wall. Above the door hangs two banners. One of Erebor, and one of Clan Bundazanul.
Ranol sits in Braldor's office, waiting for the thane to return. He had gone home for a couple of hours but after getting visits from both Frarin and Thari he decided to leave before more relatives dropped in to chat. The huskarl watches the fire in the hearth burn low, his brows drawn together as he sits in deep thought.
[Braldor(#30149)] The heavy wooden door creaks open, and in strides Braldor, removing his blue cloak as he comes into his office. underneath it is a clean white linen shirt, and dark leather pants. Noticing somebody inside, the Thane frowns, but the frown soon disappears when he notices who it is. "Ah, master Ranol!", the Thane calls, as he hangs his cloak from a peg, "good to have ye here! So.... how are things, lad? How did the audience with the King go?"
Ranol rises to stand when Braldor arrives, bowing low. When he straightens he seems to have buried whatever was on his mind for he smiles. "It went well. Lord Gimli plans to leave tomorrow to collect emissaries from our allies. The king advised that the celebration of the Five Armies anniversary be combined with a council to form a battle alliance."
[Braldor(#30149)] "Ah, that is good", Braldor exclaims, as he sits on his chair and motion for Ranol to do likewise. "I was sorry I couldn't attend the audience, but business required me elsewhere. I hope ye had a chance to tell the King of Bundazanul's support to this cause?", he adds, as he leans back, causing his wooden chair to creak.
"Aye.. I did." Ranol answers quietly, moving to take a seat. "I do not know that I would like to attend to such tasks again." The huskarl says with a nervous laugh. "Do you intend to go on this trip with Lord Gimli?"
[Braldor(#30149)] "And why wouldn't ye go, master Ranol? If I command ye to go, ye must. And if it's for the good of the clan, ye must. Such is the way for those of us who have the honor to serve our kin. Some things are imposed upon us, even if we dislike them. But anyway, we must make them to the best of our ability", the thane replies. Quickly, he moves on. "On this trip, i know not. But Gimli needs speed to travel, and that means no merchants will be going with him. So, I think i shall stay in Erebor, and look after the affairs of our clan", he adds.
"Aye, if you command it I would, my lord." Ranol agrees, though he doesn't look thrilled about the prospect of standing audience with the king again. The huskarl takes a slow breath. "And later, when the battle is proposed? Do you plan to go and fight?" There's a bit of hope in that question, for surely Ranol wants a chance for battle against the dark creatures of Mirkwood again.
[Braldor(#30149)] Braldor looks at Ranol, his eyes hard and his brow furrowed. "For this time only, I shall let that question pass and not take offense at it", he says, with a low, measured voice. "I have gone to more battles than ye can think, and have laid many enemies low with my axe nd in turn, I have shed my blood for our kin. If the king so commands, i shall be at the fore of the clan, and my axe shall again make the enemies of Durin's Folk tremble. Yes, I shall go to war", he adds, as a gnarled fist hammers the desk in front of Braldor.
Ranol draws back, surprised. "I wasn't trying to offend, my lord. I apologize. I only did not wish to assume anything on your behalf." The huskarl says in a hesitant voice, looking as if he wants to sink through the floor now. He's isn't armed, not having bothered to re-equip so late in the day with only the business of a conversation ahead of him. "I will make certain that when the time comes, the clan-karl's are ready, Lord Braldor."
[Braldor(#30149)] "I am sure ye will, lad", Braldor says, and his brow isn't furrowed anymore, and a ghost of a smile appears on his lips. "Ye have proven that I was not mistaken, when I appointed ye Huskarl. I have seen the lads have improved, and all thanks to ye and yer work", he adds.
"Thank you." Ranol says, bowing his head. The dwarf is quiet for a moment before he asks in a serious tone. "Is there anything else that I can do, to be sure I meet your expectations, Lord Braldor?" The huskarl lifts his gaze again to watch Braldor in silent study.
[Braldor(#30149)] Once again the Thane seems to be studying Ranol silently, his black eyes on the Huskarl's face, probing. "Well", he says after a moment, "it seems to me ye have done what is required and expected of ye, Huskarl. We of Bundazanul have a proud heritage, and our warriors have always distinguished themselves, even battling Durin's Bane when our kin was driven from khazad-dum", he says. "Ye're a fine example of such heritage, yet don't let these words lull ye and falter! I have seen many capable young lads do so, and the end wasn't happy. Keep up yer good work, huskarl, and yer Thane and yer clan will make sure ye're thanked for yer service", he adds.
Ranol lets a faint smile touch his face. "My lord, I was not seeking encouragement. I appreciate it.. but, I only wished to be certain I was not failing in any of my duties unknowingly." He pauses, then adds. "My father was often blind to his own misgivings. I would not wish to fall into the same trap, that is all." The huskarl begins to stand. "With your leave?" The dwarf asks, preparing to leave.
[Braldor(#30149)] "Worry not about that, Huskarl", Braldor says, as he chuckles, "for I shall be the first to point yer failings to ye", he says, although his tone is light, clearly jesting. He then motions with his hand to Ranol. "Certainly, Ranol, certainly. Having an audience with the King is tiresome, and ye need yer rest. Go ahead", he adds, as he takes a blank parchment from a neat stack and looks for his ink and a feather to write.
Ranol bows, grinning when Braldor assures him that criticism wouldn't be held back. "Have a good evening, Thane." He says politely, then leaves the chamber. He has no intention of resting, but instead of tracking down Hildis if he can find her. Ahhh, relationships.
Players: Ranol, Braldor
Located in: Erebor
