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dplax · 01-12-2006, 09:37 AM

For Aneuhl J’harna, Rowan, Machaon and Anon Amalon:

It was not often that people were admitted into the majestic halls of the Town Council of Dosrothon. Its twin arches, connecting the opposite corners to each other were built out of solid marble and represented the architectural genius of the man who had designed them. In the dome shaped roof, small windows were cut and through the glass in them the light of the midday sun filtered softly in.

The walls were decorated with drawing depicting various historical events of Paradisia, from the arrival of Olaf Horsfeld, through the founding of Dosrothon to other major historical events. The tiles on the floor represented the symbols of the five major families of Dosrothon, with the biggest of the symbols belonging to the Horsfeld family. Legend had it that Dosrothon was founded by a member of the Horsfeld family, and although this could never be verified the Horsfelds were direct line descendants of the one Olaf Horsfeld, who had discovered the island.

The about three dozen men, and two women, who were waiting in the entrance hall were suddenly interrupted by the arrival of a man, who was flanked on both sides by three body guards, and who wore a tunic, which bore the same symbol as the one of the Horsfeld family, which some of them were standing on.

”Is it really him?” a rather young, and inexperienced looking man asked. ”Pieter Horsfeld?” he added to clarify his question. There was no time for him to get a reply as the important looking man started speaking.

”I would like to thank each and every one of you for volunteering for these tests. I am Pieter Horsfeld, leader of the Town Council, as most of you might know. As you most probably have heard we are looking for brave men…” he looked around him and added: ”…and women for a very perilous journey. The exact details shall only be revealed to those who are accepted so I’m afraid that I can’t tell you much more at the moment.”

It was a rehearsed speech. He had given it to similar size groups in the last few days already. He hoped that today would be more successful than the previous days.

”You wrote your names on this parchment when entering these halls…” he said holding up said parchment ”You shall each be called in the order you had signed up. When called follow the guard who has come to get you.”

He handed the paper to the guard captain, who had been in the hall all along and left with his bodyguards. The captain glanced at the sheet, and then nodded to one of his men.

”First up: Sean Mallet!”

The man, who had just been called, stepped forward and the guard escorted him to an inner chamber of the Town Council building.

[ 01-14-2006, 04:13 PM: Message edited by: dplax ]

01-12-2006, 09:37 AM	#2
dplax Jack Burton Join Date: July 19, 2003 Location: an expat living in France Age: 40 Posts: 5,577	For Aneuhl J’harna, Rowan, Machaon and Anon Amalon: It was not often that people were admitted into the majestic halls of the Town Council of Dosrothon. Its twin arches, connecting the opposite corners to each other were built out of solid marble and represented the architectural genius of the man who had designed them. In the dome shaped roof, small windows were cut and through the glass in them the light of the midday sun filtered softly in. The walls were decorated with drawing depicting various historical events of Paradisia, from the arrival of Olaf Horsfeld, through the founding of Dosrothon to other major historical events. The tiles on the floor represented the symbols of the five major families of Dosrothon, with the biggest of the symbols belonging to the Horsfeld family. Legend had it that Dosrothon was founded by a member of the Horsfeld family, and although this could never be verified the Horsfelds were direct line descendants of the one Olaf Horsfeld, who had discovered the island. The about three dozen men, and two women, who were waiting in the entrance hall were suddenly interrupted by the arrival of a man, who was flanked on both sides by three body guards, and who wore a tunic, which bore the same symbol as the one of the Horsfeld family, which some of them were standing on. ”Is it really him?” a rather young, and inexperienced looking man asked. ”Pieter Horsfeld?” he added to clarify his question. There was no time for him to get a reply as the important looking man started speaking. ”I would like to thank each and every one of you for volunteering for these tests. I am Pieter Horsfeld, leader of the Town Council, as most of you might know. As you most probably have heard we are looking for brave men…” he looked around him and added: ”…and women for a very perilous journey. The exact details shall only be revealed to those who are accepted so I’m afraid that I can’t tell you much more at the moment.” It was a rehearsed speech. He had given it to similar size groups in the last few days already. He hoped that today would be more successful than the previous days. ”You wrote your names on this parchment when entering these halls…” he said holding up said parchment ”You shall each be called in the order you had signed up. When called follow the guard who has come to get you.” He handed the paper to the guard captain, who had been in the hall all along and left with his bodyguards. The captain glanced at the sheet, and then nodded to one of his men. ”First up: Sean Mallet!” The man, who had just been called, stepped forward and the guard escorted him to an inner chamber of the Town Council building. [ 01-14-2006, 04:13 PM: Message edited by: dplax ]