Michael
**Aria Griff** 
*Outskirts of Vallen, Taemar* 

It had all been a rather nice coincidence. Theis wanted to travel to Vallen for the Council, as well as the fact that it was one of the only places plague free in the continent. This meant better business and less risks of contracting the widely spreading disease. So, with these in mind, the short man had offered to pay for her services if the girl was to accompany him to the city as his bodyguard and also a merchant for him. And who was she to turn down good coin? 

While it had been a long ass journey, Aria was somewhat grateful to be in a safer area. The locals were alright, and she knew that more people were coming every day who wanted things. More coin, more work. A good balance if she did say so herself. Besides, the forestry around the kingdom was nice and comfortable for the hunter to use, providing ample prey and nature to live off of. Theis had definitely been hesitant about leaving her alone, but the girl had insisted on living by herself while they stayed in the kingdom. There was hardly any danger and she just always felt much better being by herself. Still, her tent was placed close to a nearby camp colony outside of the King's castle, a nice view of the large stone building in her sight.

Well, apparently that was now her downfall. After a rather nice dealing with a client about some furs, the satisfied hunter had returned with extra coin and a wide grin on her face. Gwynt had already arrived, perched on a small stick holding up the tent, eyes watching his master return. "Good ta see ya knew how ta get back." He cooed at her, obviously stated what could be a teasing remark in bird-talk. Rolling her eyes and letting out a slight snort, Aria had just settled in when a strange dread ran down her spine. Her head whipped to look at her falcon, the bird also feeling this and tensing up. She stood up, turned around and started to squint into the empty field. There was nothing. 

Until suddenly it wasn't so empty anymore. "OH FUCK ME." With a cry, the bird flew up into the sky, already circling above the woman. Her hands grabbed her bow and arrows, already cursing every God above and below her. "I JUST WANTED A DAMN BLOODY BREAK." Her brown eyes trained on the incoming creatures, and what looked like... Wait, was that the bloody fucking KING?! "I HATE YOU THEIS!!!" With this cry, she started letting off arrows at anything that began to come too close.
Robert
King Gregor Grunewald
Vallen, Taemar

Arrows began to fall from the enemy. It had been decades since Gregor last saw war. With his affinity for hand-to-hand combat, it was a miracle that he came out alive from the numerous battles of his past. He regarded his enormous hands to be his greatest weapons and fought with the ferocity of a cornered animal. In his glory days, he always managed to appear out of a pile of corpses, bloodied and ready for the next assault. However, Gregor was no longer the young beast of a man he used to be. He was old, tired, out of shape, and his blood was composed mainly of boar grease. 

Nonetheless, Gregor roared in anger and tore an arrow that freshly pierced the ground by his feet out of the dirt. He wielded it high and continued to run toward the assailant. The *Blood Breed* Galloped after him, their heads flailing back and forth as though their necks provided no support, chittering wildly. 

Zehe, as he was called today, shrieked and fell heavily to the ground. His brother, Spitze, galloped in circles around him, crying in agony. Gregor looked back and his eyes widened. An arrow stuck out of Zehe's pale flesh, piercing him just above his protruding pelvic bone. Dark blood coated his fingers as they slipped upon the arrow in a vain attempt to pull it free. 

"MURDERERS!" Gregor spat toward the camp. "FIENDS! YOU DARE COME UPON MY LAND AND MURDER ONE OF MY BOYS?!" He breathed heavily, face ruddy and sweat pouring down his forehead. "FACE ME LIKE REAL MEN! I WILL BEND YOUR BONES UNTIL THEY SNAP AND SHOVE THE SHARDS DOWN YOUR COWARDLY THROATS!" He boomed, voice carrying across the field.
Edith
**Wilhelmina Ulster**
**Vallen, Taemar**

Wilhelmina had already been preparing to leave when she heard the ruckus outside. It sounded like some sort of brawl was brewing, and it was getting heated from the sound of it. Wilhelmina sighed and turned her head towards the door. "I really shouldn't get involved, but certainly this is no time for fighting? I'd hate to see anyone hurt during what is supposed to be a peaceful council. Please excuse me." 

She got up from the table and dusted herself off. Wilhelmina couldn't help but get involved. She was vexed that there was any amount of fighting during such a historic event. She followed the sound of yelling to a field just outside Vallen and stopped when she gazed upon the combatants. Was that the bloody *King?!* Why on Earth was he locked in combat with who appeared to be a hunter? 

Wilhelmina couldn't believe what she was seeing. There were *So* Many things wrong with what she was witnessing. Firstly, why was the king of Taemar outside his castle and screaming at a camp? Secondly, why was he fighting the camp? Thirdly, whatever happened to civility and decorum? Had the world descended into madness when she was not paying attention? Well, to be fair, the threat Nathaniel existed, and there was a plague ravaging the lands. Perhaps Marin *Had* Come to the point of insanity. Not if she had anything to say about it. 

"What in the *Blazes* Are you doing?" She yelled as she stomped towards the group. "Are you mad?! This is no way to conduct yourselves during this occasion! A council of Marin has been called, there's a bloody plague going on, the people are *Suffering*, the Skeleton Lord Nathaniel is laying waste to the Barrmount hold, and here you are fighting the people! Where is your honor?! Your decorum?! Have you no sense of civility?!" 

She was simply livid. This was the exact behavior she disliked about nobility. She had not worked so hard to get to her position to be grouped among such horrid company.

Was it so difficult for nobles to care for the common folk? Was that too much to ask?