RE: Spheres of Influence: Alliance
07-04-2019, 06:10 PM
At last, the Tiranógian delegation arrived, with the Gauntlet of Ashurian flagship sailing into the harbour, with the familiar blood red sails of Tiranog's Red Fleet trimmed with gold in honour of the Tiranógian King of the gods, the Enclosed Gauntlet emblazoned on the main sail making identification of the ship impossible to mistake.
Rioch Geród himself stepped off onto the harbour, dressed simply in a grey cloak with black trim, over a closed over coat braided by a ceremonial bandolier filled with silver icons of Tiranógian gods. A runic dwarven longsword sheathed at his side and wearing a simple wide brimmed black hat with white feathered plume. Alongside him was a simple Tiranógian Scholar, a translator by the name of Séan Ghedric, a scribe to take down minutes of the meeting as well as notes dictated by the king for his perusal later. Behind him came a small honour guard of around ten Crimson Guardsmen.
Rioch Geród makes his way over to Captain Ovis, smiling as he shakes his hand. "Captain Ovis, a pleasure to meet you in person, thank you very much for hosting the convention this year and for receiving us." He gave due respect to the king and princess of the Crescent Wastes as well as exchanging light pleasantries with other dignitaries as he and his entourage made their way to the Cube. It was notable that Geród seemed reserved and a bit tense, although not many knew him personally, perhaps that was just how he seemed.
Rioch Geród himself stepped off onto the harbour, dressed simply in a grey cloak with black trim, over a closed over coat braided by a ceremonial bandolier filled with silver icons of Tiranógian gods. A runic dwarven longsword sheathed at his side and wearing a simple wide brimmed black hat with white feathered plume. Alongside him was a simple Tiranógian Scholar, a translator by the name of Séan Ghedric, a scribe to take down minutes of the meeting as well as notes dictated by the king for his perusal later. Behind him came a small honour guard of around ten Crimson Guardsmen.
Rioch Geród makes his way over to Captain Ovis, smiling as he shakes his hand. "Captain Ovis, a pleasure to meet you in person, thank you very much for hosting the convention this year and for receiving us." He gave due respect to the king and princess of the Crescent Wastes as well as exchanging light pleasantries with other dignitaries as he and his entourage made their way to the Cube. It was notable that Geród seemed reserved and a bit tense, although not many knew him personally, perhaps that was just how he seemed.