Michael
**Aria Griff**
*Vallen, Taemar*

Apparently her arrows were finding their targets, hitting any of the strange looking creatures that got way too close to the girl. However, it also seemed to very, very much piss off his royal majesty if one were to take his blood-red face and louder shrieks into account. Oh, wow, she really was hoping that this was not counting as some sort of treason. Could she be tried for treason if she didn't live in Vallen? That certainly was not an answer she planned to find out. 

"YOUR MAJESTY, I AM NOT EVEN A MAN!" Her voice rang out over the shrieks and squeals of the mutant pigs. A few almost hit her, but Gwynt had swooped down to throw those ones off course, scratching at their eyes and screeching to try and distract the creatures from the hunter. If a bird could express their own ideas, Aria had a feeling it would consist of many profanities and some curses on the children of the man. Which she thought were deserved. Especially since she wanted to reiterate those same words back to the entire camp of people *With weapons* Who had decided to *Ignore* The distressed girl against an army of demented swine.

However, their miniature war was interrupted by the appearance of a noblewoman who was very clearly pissed off. Hesitantly, the girl lowered her bow, brown eyes tracing the other female for any signs of physical aggression. Her eyes widened at the sudden onslaught of being yelled at, almost like she was a child being scolded for stealing a sweet! "Are ya jokin'?! I ain't the one who decided ta attack the entirety of people!" Aria glared as she gestured back to the camp, while also exclaiming "Who did a shitty job helping, by the way! Hope ya get some bad food ya unhelpful asses!" 

Turning back, she maintained her glare to the woman. Before she could further explain herself, Gwynt swooped down, landing a bit lightly upon her right shoulder. "I mean, whoever ya be, this bloody mad royal decides that I be the prime target for his aggression. What, am I a royal nanny?!" Rage boiled in her core as she couldn't believe this was how she was being treated! Seriously?! "Last I checked, a man with an army and screaming ta high bloody heavens about killin' people ain't a peaceful type!"
Dianna
**Lord Maric I Corvyn**
***Vallen, Taemar***

Maric had waited a few days on the border with Taemar before setting forth towards his final destination, wanting to be relatively rested when he arrived at the Council. He and his Retinue had traveled far, and were almost at their destination, but it had taken them much less time than what they had expected, and their coin pouches were still full, much more than they needed to be. In his last night at the Inn, Maric had planned his order of business when he arrived at the Council, and found that he still had a decent chunk of time to spare before the council itself began. He then left early the next day, mounting their horses and travelling on congested roads, so congested they had to travel through the countryside for some time to keep the schedule, and continued to change their horses every 40 kilometers or so. They went a bit slower for this last stretch, as they only had slightly more than 120 kilometers to go, but kept a fast speed for the duration of the journey. Some 4 hours before sunset they arrived at the gates of the city of Vallen, and rode in.

They would ride to the center of the City, and, after bribing an innkeeper to kick out a group of merchants, they found relatively decent accomodation right at the city center, checking their first task off their list, and then set out to their first *Actual* Matter of business, to go talk with a representative of the BMTC.
Kevin
**Danico Felrantres**
*Road to Vallen*

Road-trips were always more enjoyable when a coachman was hired to pull an enclosed carriage, riding in the back with a book to study certainly helped pass the time. Danico was not afforded this luxury this time- having a tucked-away laboratory in the middle of a forest requires some sacrifice, a carriage doesn't travel through trees after all. But after what felt like an endlessly slow, bumpy ride to Vallen, the trek had come to a close as the city walls peeks its head over the horizon. 

Only moments go by, however, as the odd sounds of a man- furious and raging- rings out over the open air. Certainly not the kind of thing he was expecting to be greeted with when arriving at the one place that should currently be at most peace, but alas, curiosity took priority as Danico made a slight detour to investigate the violent shouting disturbing the otherwise peaceful air. *"Is that the king..?"* Danico mulls over in his mind the possibility of such a seemingly outrageous thing as the figure doing the screaming and shouting comes into view. The idea continues to boil and bubble while he makes sure to take the longest way around the commotion possible. Danico was never one for fighting after all.

Curiosity had most certainly been piqued, however, when the few figures following the screaming king came into view. Pale, sickly *Creatures,* Humanoid in nature but running on all fours. *"What kind of sick, twisted kind of magic could have produced such a thing?"*Are they simple freaks of nature? Did some ungodly twist of fate twist and deform these creatures from human to beast? 
Danico continued to ponder, not getting close enough to be considered any part of the conflict, but close enough to make out some detail. If the king would come to be part of the council- an assumed assurance at this point in time, he would make it a point to question these curiosities.
Wyatt
Golifred Ironbeard
The Islander Camp, Vallen.

Even among the rowdy bunch of islanders and pirate folk, Golifred couldn't help but feel uneasy. At first he pawned it off to being somewhere new - but as soon as he spotted commotion outside the camp, he realized something else was off. "Aye, excuse me fer a moment." He'd nod to a nearby waitress with a smile, hopping off the stool he sat upon and dawning his hat ontop his head once more. If there was a fight, Golifred would find it soon enough. He had a variety of things on his person - should he need to defend himself - and made his way through the crowd.

Soon enough, he spotted the king and his abomination creatures across the way. From Golifred's current position, he guessed that they were 30 or 40 feet away. And one of them was shot. "AYE! WHAT'S THE RUCKUS OUT 'ERE?" He bellowed as loudly as he could, grabbing a dwarven-steel Francisca off of his belt. The weapon resembled a handaxe but with a large ax head, meany for splitting skulls of both animal and humanoid. Its handle was smaller, perfectly fit for the dwarf, and happened to be a weapon of his own creation.