RP:Two Former Sheriffs

Part of the Rise of Larket Arc

Summary: After Hildegarde shows what a dragon can do, breaking a hole through Macon's Throne Room wall, The Death Knight meets with Mythayus. Mythayus is a dragon! He's also the former Sheriff of Larket and wants to come back to the city. The two former law enforcers discuss several things and Mythayus joins the Larketian military just in time.

Larket: Red Ogre Inn

Macon is inside The Red Ogre, in his silver armor, with the Rage Axe strapped to his back. He's seated at the counter on a stool with a Larketian ‘farmer’ beside him. There's an ale in front of each of them and if not for the crown of Larket blending in with the marble countertop it rests on, one might mistake these two for simple old friends grabbing a beer. Their conversation is suitably benign, but they both seem to be enjoying it plenty while the rest of the customers buzz about, several reading up on the most recent issue of The Herald. A set of six Kingsguard is positioned strategically around the Inn, including two who are stationed at the door outside.

Mythayus was slightly annoyed that Valen hadn’t informed him sooner on what was going on. The dragon had decided to step away from those around him to focus on training and to forget the loneliness he felt. He had been wandering around Larket refamiliarizing himself with the streets and sights. He was please that not much had changed since he was the sheriff. As such he knew what to look for when trying to find royalty. He quickly took note of the guards and nodded to them as he walked into the Inn. He hoped they wouldn’t recognize him immediately. The man stood 6’5, long black hair pulled into a tight que. His piercing blue eyes survey the Inn. His armor though spike and black was shiny and well kept. He shield on the other hand was worn and the insignia unrecognizable. His sword was very clearly peace tied and hidden in its sheath. His hue graced the the patrons and guest of the inn until he saw him, the King. He’d make his way over to the king and speak. His voice smooth, like liquid honey. He simply say, “ I’m A ‘Friend.’”

Macon finds a break in his conversation to take a gulp of ale and peeks towards the door and the man nodding to his Kingsguard. Macon is mostly employing young blood as his personal bodyguards, and so these skilled kids hardly have a chance at recognizing the old sheriff of their city. When Mythayus reaches him and gives that introduction, the king nods several times, but it is impossible for him to remember a letter he neither read nor wrote. The conveniences of having Fort staffers respond to his mail have come back to bite him, and perhaps he is in danger of looking uninformed or forgetful if he doesn't respond the way he does now, simply, “‘ello friend. Can I help you? Come ‘ave a seat with us. This is Frederick.” he motions to the farmer, who raises his glass and belches.

Mythayus quirks a brow, but offers a warm smile and takes a seat. Mythayus himself looked to be no older than his early twenty’s. He took in a deep breath. He found it amusing that this is the place he had taken his job as sheriff. He’d look around to make sure Emilia wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Then order a whiskey. He didn’t like ale, and he only drank rum with his rum buddy. “Your majesty, My name is Mythayus. I was coming to you with information on the dino war as the paper has called it but seem the news got to it first.” He had read the paper earlier. It was a habit of his. He did miss Larket greatly. “I was also coming to you to offer my services.” He took another deep breath. “ And help out with the war, and perhaps gain my old job or a position a bit more helpful back.” His friendly smile faded for moment, but quickly returned as his whiskey arrived.

Macon has one gauntlet on his left hand while his right is free, the missing armored glove resting on the countertop beside the marble crown. With that bare hand he scratches at his chin, “Mythayus… Mythayus…” squinting at the man as if trying to place him as someone he recognizes, but he fails. “Mythayus… Ah! Y’were sheriff!” Finally the name clicks, if the face did not. The Herald is the second latest to report to the king of the dinosaur army now that the dragon has come to him and let him know, adding to the long line of those who have come to Macon to snitch on Kreekitaka. However, the king knows something that very few do not, and that is precisely why he is here at The Red Ogre and not at the Fort this evening. The former sheriff of Larket had just only missed the announcement by twenty or so minutes, but The Rage Knight will fill him in now, “I see. Yes, but what many do not know just yet is tha’ Kreekitaka ‘as decided against launchin’ ‘is assault on Larket, and instead reached out t’me personally t’align with us.” He nods, confirming that his own story is true. What more can you ask for other than the word of a king? “We ‘ave a sheriff…” Macon muses aloud, “but if y’are returning t’Larket We would not turn y’away from another position in the guard… Or was there somethin’ else y’ad in mind?”

Mythayus smiled, he was sure this King didn’t know why he ‘left’ and he was grateful for that. “Where ever you think I’d be best. I’m not sure what all you were told about me…” He’d whisper, “I am a dragon.” He was still wasn’t comfortable telling people he was one. “Valen seems to think I can turn the war in Larkets favor.” He’d pause for a moment, thinking. “ I also have some items, that may help. Though I’m not sure if they should ever be used.” The items he was talking about had been gathered to help him with his transformation and for power. He’d also leave it at that. If Macon wanted to know more he’d let the King ask. He also knew what position he wanted but wasn’t going to push his luck, after all he didn’t know what the King knew about him and his past with Larket.

Macon has very recently seen the power of a dragon first hand and it is yet another reason he is here and not in his throne room right now. The giant hole Hildegarde left in the fort causes a draft, you see. So The King of Larket’s slate eyes widen slightly at this revelation that there is a dragon essentially pledging his allegiance to the kingdom sitting beside him. “I am sure we can find a place for you then… We are beginin’ t’mobilize…” he leans in close and whispers those last words before realizing that he probably should have said them as loud as he could. “I am afraid I ‘ave not been told very much about you at all, but if Valen is vouching for you then I am confident.” He offers a nod and a smile before continuing, “He ‘as been loyal.” Macon says, not knowing that the vampire has recently divulged the secret of his furious affliction to the enemy Knight-Commander. “I should like you with the military… a dragon would be useful there… especially one with items?” his voice rises at that last word, curious as to what they could be.

Mythayus smirked at Macon’s reaction. “Valen is the one who told me about the situation. He’s also my Ex-husband.” He quirked a brow at Valen’s word having merit or weight. He was used to his name being the one that carried the weight or merit. “The military is fine.” He couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of the item.” He leaned close to Macon and whispered, “Have you ever heard of a Chaos shard?” He paused, “they are very dangerous, and often they can be unpredictable, but they are always destructive. The unpredictable part is why i think they shouldn’t be used.” He rubbed at a faded scar under his left eye and took a swig of his whiskey. He wondered if anyone still remembered him as the King of whiskey. He doubted though. “But should you want to use a few, the mages should know what they are and how to ‘hopefully’ handle them.” He hoped they wouldn’t have to used them. His blue hue watched Macon and waited for the man’s response.

Macon’s eyes widen slightly once again, this time at the offer of such a destructive weapon, or rather such a dangerous one. He is unsure of whether to even believe that the dragon has them in his possession, but takes the safe route, as one must do with chaotic things, “I ‘ave heard of them.” This time he speaks in hushed tone for only the dragon to hear and he is sure it is a necessity that his motives remain secret between them, “Peace is my goal for this kingdom. I fear using such a weapon at this point may harm our position more than it ‘elps. I ‘ope y’understand tha’ the offer is appreciated, but I do not want them used, or even inside the city at all.” His expression is hard stone and it should be clear to see that he has meant everything he said, and that the favor he asks of keeping those potential ticking time bombs out of Larket is really more of an order than anything else.

Mythayus let out a sigh of relief that they would not be used, and nodded in understanding as he listened to the man. He minced the tone of the man as he spoke, “I agree, I’ve been collecting them and putting the somewhere safe. I dare not keep them on my person.” He let out another relieved sigh, “I didn’t want to offer. I’m going to be honest, but Valen seemed to think they would help and asked for some. I of course told him no. That I wouldn’t even give them to my brother, if he would’ve asked.” He looks down into his whiskey, a frown creeping on to the man’s face. He’d slowly take a drink, before looking up and putting a smile back on his face. “I’m glad, you choose not to use them. But trust me they aren’t near the city. So there is no need to worry.” His voice stayed in that hushed tone through out his speaking.

Macon seems put at ease with everything Mythayus is saying. From his assurance that he did not want to make use of the shards either, to the information that those things have not made their way into Larket proper. Once again the king can let a slight gain tug at the edges of his lips before and after he takes another chug of his ale, “Yes. Valen can be enthusiastic as I'm sure you know. Tha’ is part of why We trus’ ‘em. So we cannot fault ‘em for making such a suggestion. Either way, I am glad to hear tha’ they are not in the city.”

Mythayus let out a laugh, “Well, that’s putting it lightly.” He thought back to his last conversation with the vampire. He gave a snort, and mumble something about thought, domination, lucky, and hungry. “Valen is loyal and his heart is always in the right place. He just doesn’t think fully before he acts. Rather goes off his emotions, verses what the situation might call for. Example he wants something done, what’s he do, pokes a sleeping depressed dragon.” He looked down into his glass of whiskey and take another swig. “So is there anything you’d like to know about me? And what would you like done whilst we play the waiting game?”

Macon almost laughs at the description of Valen complete with anecdote. The King of Larket does have a few questions and asks them one by one, waiting on answers before moving onto the next. They vary from as unintrusive as ‘would you like another drink?’ the king is buying, it seems, to perhaps intrusive like, ‘What kind of dragon are you, and delve into Mythayus’s history with Larket, which Macon is unfamiliar with, ‘Who did you serve as sheriff under?’ ‘For how long?’ ‘What caused you to leave/step down?’ ‘Had you met Jacklin?’ Parsithius is added as an afterthought to that question. There are other lighter questions as well that go into where the dragon is living and things of that nature. Macon is curious as so what the former sheriff means by the waiting game, but holds off on asking for clarification.

Mythayus smirks at the questions. He was going to answer them as he received them. HE’d give a nod in response to another drink. A sense of pride would take him, but he’d still manage to whisper to the king. “I am a Blue Dragon.” That pride was quickly cut down as soon as the Larket history question started to be asked. Javier was the head of the royal guard I serve under his command. As far as the royal leader it was Queen Jacklin.” And there it was the question he didn’t want to answer. He took a drink of his whiskey and spoke. “I am going to be honest with you, While I was sheriff my brother started attacking Larket, killing soldiers, ruining the trade line I had established between Larket and Venturil. He was using the fact that we were bond to one another to stay just ahead of me. So I couldn’t catch him. I was blamed for giving him information and allowing him to escape.” He paused for a moment. I was clear he was getting angry. His eyes had shifted from humanoid blue eye. To vivid yellow serpentine ones. He took in and breath and they were brought back to the humanoid ones. “So Javier and I had a discussion and I stepped down. He then banished me from Larket, but once things in Larket started turning bad again, he unbanished me and offered me my position again, but I turned him down. I was still upset with him for banishing me, when he knew my nephew was going to the mages academy.” He paused and waited for the next question. “I met Jacklin once and I met Parsithius once.” He calmed down even more, “I typically just stay in the Inn of whatever area I’m in. I own a room in the Frostmaw tavern, but I never stay there anymore. It’s really just a place for my injured displacer beast.” He spoke that as if it was normal. He had had Ari for as long as he could remember. He waited for more questions.

Macon listens intently to the answers to all of his questions. While Mythayus is speaking The King makes a motion to the barkeep for another round for himself, the dragon, and the farmer next to The Fury Knight who has turned his back to the king and is staring at a copy of The Herald on the countertop. Refills come while the former sheriff is explaining just how he came to be in possession of that title and Macon thirstily grabs up his glass and downs a gulp. “I see,” is as much of a response as he gives. His eyes light up pridefully when Jacklin is mentioned, even though he brought up the previous Queen, his choice of role model is clear. Reference to Frostmaw earns an annoyed narrowing of eyes before his expression re-softens and he offers a place to stay in Fort Freedom if Mythayus is to be taking a position in the Larketian military.

Mythayus could recognized the annoyance and with situations being what they where he could understand. He would gladly accept the offer. He had a simple question, “Can I bring my Peryton, baby unicorn, and Ari.” He thought about his collection, Ari his companion for as long he could remember. Ace his baby unicorn that Valen had given him and Oenomaus, the rare ebony peryton stag, He was left to him by his late fiancé Chakor. He’d respect the king’s wishes regardless. The living arrangements as of now where alright though Ari’s may get a little difficult. “Either way it, won’t change my decision, I will gladly stay in Fort Freedom.” Myth gave a smile, and would try to take the conversation into a more friendly tone, so testing boundaries, “So when your not being Kingly, what do you like do?”

Macon explains, as kindly as possible, that, as king, he is not responsible for making decisions such as what animals and beasts are allowed to stay at the fort. Sure, the king could demand that the creatures be allowed to stay, but he will do no such thing here. The decision is left to whoever’s duty it is to see that things at the fort are running smoothly. Presumably anything too large will have to stay at the stables rather than inside the fort. “We will be glad t’ave you there then, ” he concludes before being asked the next question. He tells Mythayus that before he come to Lithrydel he was a sheriff himself in his home of Veratoak, and that he practices combat in various forms in what he considers his free time. There is also that rugby club that the king mentions in passing.

Mythayus gives a snort as he hold back some laughter. He at the same time nods understanding and he figured the peryton and unicorn would stay in the stables. He could respect the training and practicing for he does the same. He tilled his head and quirked a brow at the rugby comment, “Rugby?” that comment is what caused his laughing. “So Rugby huh? Do you have a Queen or a queen in mind?” He was horrible at small talk. He knew it, especially when he wasn’t sure of the boundaries. I mean King of Larket vs Guy the knight has never met before. He’d assume however that since they were in a laxed environment he could be lax and ask the awkward ‘get to know’ questions.

Macon nods seriously. Rugby was no joke, and anyone who's seen The Furious King play would know that. The Death Knight is a culprit, admittedly of throwing wild elbows during play. It gets bloody. Macon charmingly describes the thrill of flat out running someone over en route to getting points or whatever unit in which a rugby score is kept. The question of a queen comes up and obviously his mind rushes to Josleen. He coughs, ale going down the wrong pipe, just a coincidence, that question didn't really phase him, come on. He shakes his head and wipes his mouth with his non-gauntleted hand, “No, ” he growls out, “no queen, my afraid.” Rumors have spread throughout the fort during The Thane of Frostmaw’s month long stay as the King’s guest, but Macon is unsure of how far outside of Larket the truth has traveled by now.

Mythayus smiles in amusement of the king’s react. He gives him the side glance of ‘I know the truth but whatever you say.’ I’m sorry to hear it a charming man like you should have someone.” He went back to the rugby thing. “Rugby sounds fun… though I think if I’d played it’s be cheating… Being a dragon and all…” He gave a playful laugh and drank some more whiskey. “Plus I’m fast. Really fast.” A smug kinda smirk crossed his face.

Macon growls subtly to regain his breath after his coughing fit and shakes his head, ready to recruit a dragon to the rugby club, “No. I don’t think it's cheatin’. Long as y’don’t transform into a blue dragon in the middle of the field, an’ speed isn’ everythin’,” he warns Mythayus while hiding his own smirk behind his glass during a long drink that downs whatever is left in the container. As he sets the vessel down, one of the Kingsguard from outside, a young mage, enters and moves to whisper something to the Rage Knight. Macon nods and looks regrettably to his newest recruit to the Larketian military, “I am afraid I ‘ave stayed and drank too long. You may come t’the Fort whenever you like. They will be ready t’accomodate you.” With that he collects his gauntlet and the marble crown from the counter and equips them where appropriate. “Will see y’soon, Mythayus.”

Mythayus smiles, “Alright, and I can assure you I won’t. It is when you match it the strength of a dragon.” He countered. He watched as the boy whispered in to the king’s ear. Myth was struck with a sense of sadness. He like his new friend. “Go be king.” He’d tease. He’d give a wave. “See you soon, your majesty. I look forward to chatting with you again, and you possibly teaching me how to play rugby.” He’d give a respectful bow of his head and watch the man leave before taking another swig. After Macon leaves he’s finish off his drink and head out to gather his things.