RP:Wyrming Suspicions

Part of the Larketian Fault Lines Arc

Summary: Dyraxdiin seeks audience with King Macon to offer an independent investigation of the recent natural disaster. The Mage and Rage Knight both agree that they've never heard of Larket experiencing an earthquake before. Very suspicious.

Larket: Throne Room

Dyraxdiin is admitted to the throne room by the pair of guardsmen standing at its entrance. Each footfall a measured cadence, without hesitation, to echo within the marble-clad room. The mage is adorned in typical halfrobes and light mithril armaments, full greaves to produce a rhythmic 'clink' as he approaches the throne. Upon arrival - Dyraxdiin feels quite like a priest approaching a shrine enshrouded in a temple of worship - the dragon-turned-human offers a deep bow at the waist with practiced ease and says, "Your Highness." His voice is deep and sure, a quality never lacking. "I am calld Dyraxdiin and I have come seeking an audience with you in regards to the recent quake that has hurt your kingdom so." Ever careful not to use the words crippled, or devastated - as he does not yet know Macon's temperament. At this point, he will rise from the bow, blue eyes to casually alight upon those of the King.

Macon is seated in Jacklin’s old throne while reconstruction is happening all around him. The quake and the following battle with Corruption (whose host he has very recently exiled from the city) has left this place in particular as devastated as any other place in Larket. The temporary setup protects the throne from the elements and allows for privacy in meetings such as these from the workers toiling to return Fort Freedom to its recent former glory. The King is in his usual silver armor, the heavy, marble crown resting atop his head, and the empty Rage Axe rests at the crook of the armrest of the second throne next to him. He receives Dyraxdiin with a nod and it is likely wise of the disguised wyrm to avoid those trigger words when speaking to someone who will go down in history known as something like ‘The Furious King.’ “An audience you ‘ave.” He finally says, somewhat impatiently. Where under normal circumstances he asks those that come to see him like this ‘How can I help you?’ The question is amended here, as more often than not recently, people come to him to offer aid, rather than receive it, “‘Ow can you ‘elp Us?”

Dyraxdiin bows his head once more, albeit this gesture much more mild, and simply meant to serve as an indication that he is going to respond in kind. "Sire, I am a mage of little renown in these lands," Those alive today have never heard the name Dyraxdiin, due to the cursed slumber he so recently awakened from. "But by my nature, I cannot stand aside while disaster strikes the innocent. I spoke to a healer by the name of Emilia. She directed me here to assist you and yours in whatever way you find suitable for a mage." A pause while Diin lifts a lightly bandaged arm, hand to indicate beyond the walls of the castle, "I also wish to look into the cause of the quake... for Lithrydel is host to numerous things that are rarely what they appear." Himself included, being a great wyrm in disguise.

Macon extends a hand westward, back towards the entrance of the fort while speaking, “The Academy of Magics is always in need of skilled mages,” indicating that this man may have walked right past where he actually should be holding this audience, as the building is ‘right around the corner’ from Fort Freedom. “They can perhaps direct you t’where you can best ‘elp.” Then Dyraxdiin’s offer to investigate the cause of the quake comes… The King needs less people like this coming to him now. He is already pre-inclined to believe in the conspiracy theories, several of which have been swirling around Larket since the disaster on his wedding night. He growls lightly, intrigued. “You believe then tha’ this was an unnatural occurrence… An attack on Larket…” Same, Dyraxdiin, same. “I believe we need as many eyes lookin’ int’this as possible. I accept your offer to assist, but I insist tha’ anythin’ you find, you bring directly t’me…” He glares a stone glare at the incognito wyrm, indicating how serious he is about this condition, “...or the Queen.” Right. You two are in this together, Macon. Be sure not to forget that.

Dyraxdiin 's lips draw into a smile of gratitude, "I am a mage of Xalious, but I appreciate the information about the Academy of Magics, for I knew not of its existence." That's the truth, given he has only been awakened for a span of days now. His hands clasp together behind his back, head to raise and posture to straighten, "Since my lifetime," A very long time, "I cannot recall a quake of any renown in Larket. Especially one so costly." He licks his lips - whether or not he is feeding the fears of the King - and states as calmly as possible, "The damage left over in the aftermath is extensive... whether a fault was triggered by hand or natural causes, I will find the cause." The gray dragon is certain of this, for arbitrator and peacekeeper is his nature. Balance must follow chaos. In regards to Macon's last words, he states, "Your Kingdom, your rules." He currently maintains no affiliation with any given government or entity and thus has no other motive than the protection and maintainence of natural order; the stipulation does not bother him in the least.

Macon nods in agreement increasing in enthusiasm while Dyraxdiin speaks. Everything the wyrm says -does- feed into the suspicions the king has held since the quake, what with its conspicuous timing. The more this mage makes it clear he believes foul play to be the cause of the disaster, the more The Rage Knight can outwardly admit he has these same ‘wild’ ideas. ”Indeed,” is all the king says to both Dyraxdiin’s explanation of Larket’s history of not experiencing earthquakes, and his agreement to Macon’s condition on what to do with whatever information the mage might find. With that agreement, The Death Knight adds, “Will tha’ be all?” leaving the door open for the wyrm should he have anything else on his mind he would like to discuss with the king while he has his ear. Otherwise, Macon is a busy man and must get to another audience, probably one with like a farmer who had all his fields uprooted by the quake or something.

Dyraxdiin is not preturbed by the Kings short response - he is not here to make friends, but simply act on behalf of the balance of Lithrydel. "I have nothing further to bring to your attention, Your Highness. I will begin my investigations soon and update you on my progress." The great wyrm bows his head to the King of Larket, if to pause here for a moment, before turning about-face and walking back out the way he came, eyes to flick about casually to the damage. Even after the quake, the place is a marvel. He idly wonders what it looked like before, or more importantly, what it will become under the hand of King Macon. And soon, Diin is gone.