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It had been a few days since Talaus met with the Master Informer, a man reputed to be the mysterious holder of all knowledge both useful and useless. A man who had in one palm the eyes of the Kingdom and the in the other all the ears if only by the authority vested in him by his Royal Majesty. His office had been well guarded and the interior looked more like a grand library than an office, likely every report ever made in the Kingdom and beyond sat on those shelves easily accessible to his prudent fingers.
It was supposed to be a simple hand delivery but reviewing the information apparently it became a set meeting with the Red General himself. Talaus had never met the man personally but he had seen him in passing at court a few times. He arrived early, the expectation of a military officer. Dressed accordingly Talaus made sure his armor was polished and pristine.
Dressed as a proud captain of the Colchis Military, he donned the blackened and polished iron accented moulded cuirass, worn snug over the black chitoniskos. He had matching iron greaves and bracers and at his waist and sword belt a sheathed long sword on his left and a sheathed pugio on his right side. Under the greaves and bracers were a black boar skin wrap, additional protection from chaffing, and seconding slash protection, and of course sandals. A black chlamys with a singular off-white line was sown along the bottom hem, a trademark of The Damned.
He sat on a chair in the hall awaiting to the called for the appointment and while meeting a General of all people was daunting enough for a military careerist such as himself it was compounded by the fact the man was also the Crown Prince of Colchis which made the next thing to be quite confusing. He deliberated with himself trying to think of a solution to his conundrum.
To salute or to bow... Talaus figured if the General was in uniform he would be expecting a military introduction and if he was dressed down otherwise he expected to be treated like a Prince. Talaus almost dressed down himself when he realized his armor was the most formal from of clothing he possessed. In the military since he had come of age it was all he focused on. The second issue on his mind was what had been in the report to garner a meeting... He was nervous but he had been in worse situations, real life or death situations. This could hardly qualify as such...
"Sir you're doing that thing where you're thinking too much." His lieutenant said standing by him. Talaus sitting down with the plumed helmet sitting on one knee and his fingers gripped through the slatted visor turned and rose a brow to look at his Lieutenant. "Oh so now you know my expressions?" Talaus asked back to the man, the tiniest hint of a smirk at the corner of his lips.
He looked back forward and then not giving a rebuttal or retort to the man, he was right maybe he was over thinking a simple meeting of the minds. Or perhaps Vang simply sought to meet the Captain in Magnemea. He stopped and chuckled in his own head at the fact he was over thinking ... again.
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It had been a few days since Talaus met with the Master Informer, a man reputed to be the mysterious holder of all knowledge both useful and useless. A man who had in one palm the eyes of the Kingdom and the in the other all the ears if only by the authority vested in him by his Royal Majesty. His office had been well guarded and the interior looked more like a grand library than an office, likely every report ever made in the Kingdom and beyond sat on those shelves easily accessible to his prudent fingers.
It was supposed to be a simple hand delivery but reviewing the information apparently it became a set meeting with the Red General himself. Talaus had never met the man personally but he had seen him in passing at court a few times. He arrived early, the expectation of a military officer. Dressed accordingly Talaus made sure his armor was polished and pristine.
Dressed as a proud captain of the Colchis Military, he donned the blackened and polished iron accented moulded cuirass, worn snug over the black chitoniskos. He had matching iron greaves and bracers and at his waist and sword belt a sheathed long sword on his left and a sheathed pugio on his right side. Under the greaves and bracers were a black boar skin wrap, additional protection from chaffing, and seconding slash protection, and of course sandals. A black chlamys with a singular off-white line was sown along the bottom hem, a trademark of The Damned.
He sat on a chair in the hall awaiting to the called for the appointment and while meeting a General of all people was daunting enough for a military careerist such as himself it was compounded by the fact the man was also the Crown Prince of Colchis which made the next thing to be quite confusing. He deliberated with himself trying to think of a solution to his conundrum.
To salute or to bow... Talaus figured if the General was in uniform he would be expecting a military introduction and if he was dressed down otherwise he expected to be treated like a Prince. Talaus almost dressed down himself when he realized his armor was the most formal from of clothing he possessed. In the military since he had come of age it was all he focused on. The second issue on his mind was what had been in the report to garner a meeting... He was nervous but he had been in worse situations, real life or death situations. This could hardly qualify as such...
"Sir you're doing that thing where you're thinking too much." His lieutenant said standing by him. Talaus sitting down with the plumed helmet sitting on one knee and his fingers gripped through the slatted visor turned and rose a brow to look at his Lieutenant. "Oh so now you know my expressions?" Talaus asked back to the man, the tiniest hint of a smirk at the corner of his lips.
He looked back forward and then not giving a rebuttal or retort to the man, he was right maybe he was over thinking a simple meeting of the minds. Or perhaps Vang simply sought to meet the Captain in Magnemea. He stopped and chuckled in his own head at the fact he was over thinking ... again.
It had been a few days since Talaus met with the Master Informer, a man reputed to be the mysterious holder of all knowledge both useful and useless. A man who had in one palm the eyes of the Kingdom and the in the other all the ears if only by the authority vested in him by his Royal Majesty. His office had been well guarded and the interior looked more like a grand library than an office, likely every report ever made in the Kingdom and beyond sat on those shelves easily accessible to his prudent fingers.
It was supposed to be a simple hand delivery but reviewing the information apparently it became a set meeting with the Red General himself. Talaus had never met the man personally but he had seen him in passing at court a few times. He arrived early, the expectation of a military officer. Dressed accordingly Talaus made sure his armor was polished and pristine.
Dressed as a proud captain of the Colchis Military, he donned the blackened and polished iron accented moulded cuirass, worn snug over the black chitoniskos. He had matching iron greaves and bracers and at his waist and sword belt a sheathed long sword on his left and a sheathed pugio on his right side. Under the greaves and bracers were a black boar skin wrap, additional protection from chaffing, and seconding slash protection, and of course sandals. A black chlamys with a singular off-white line was sown along the bottom hem, a trademark of The Damned.
He sat on a chair in the hall awaiting to the called for the appointment and while meeting a General of all people was daunting enough for a military careerist such as himself it was compounded by the fact the man was also the Crown Prince of Colchis which made the next thing to be quite confusing. He deliberated with himself trying to think of a solution to his conundrum.
To salute or to bow... Talaus figured if the General was in uniform he would be expecting a military introduction and if he was dressed down otherwise he expected to be treated like a Prince. Talaus almost dressed down himself when he realized his armor was the most formal from of clothing he possessed. In the military since he had come of age it was all he focused on. The second issue on his mind was what had been in the report to garner a meeting... He was nervous but he had been in worse situations, real life or death situations. This could hardly qualify as such...
"Sir you're doing that thing where you're thinking too much." His lieutenant said standing by him. Talaus sitting down with the plumed helmet sitting on one knee and his fingers gripped through the slatted visor turned and rose a brow to look at his Lieutenant. "Oh so now you know my expressions?" Talaus asked back to the man, the tiniest hint of a smirk at the corner of his lips.
He looked back forward and then not giving a rebuttal or retort to the man, he was right maybe he was over thinking a simple meeting of the minds. Or perhaps Vang simply sought to meet the Captain in Magnemea. He stopped and chuckled in his own head at the fact he was over thinking ... again.
Vangelis had been in set appointments all day. Some as baron if Chaossis, though these were few and far between. A large number had been for his position as Crown Prince and reigning authority when his father was stationed across seas, as now. The others were those of military matters. Petitions for new funding, fresh armour, instructions for new recruits. All had been under his remit and necessary for his approval where treasury gold was required.
The benefit of his fearsome reputation, at least, was that all who shared his time were often eager to see it draw to a close. Vangelis was not an advocator of explaining his intentions for meetings in his summons, only to repeat himself again in person. He expressed a desire to meet with someone and said why once they shared the same air. As such, most arrived at his threshold with roving minds and worried nerves. They were always eager to escape his presence with as little negative comment as possible.
Which kept him punctual in his meetings if nothing else.
As such, when the sun reached its exact point, Vangelis instructed a servant to fetch his next visitor. Captain Talaus of Magnemea was reported to be a good leader of men. Skilled upon the battlefield. Firm and for the most part fair. Vangelis had yet to meet him on any personal level but after receiving his missionary statement regarding the Magnemea regiment, he had spoken with the Master Informer to arrange a quick audience.
When the door opened to admit both Vangelis’ aide and the man in question, the prince rose from his chair. Despite the Captain’s musings on the subject, Vangelis was dressed as neither distinctly regal, nor militant. His tunic was cut to the knee like the undercoat of armour. But it was made of fine linen, dyed ebony black. Black sandals were laced to his knee and the same high-quality leather was wrapped around his forearms in the form of bracers. He wore no metal armour, no obvious weapons besides a large knife, sheathed at his belt. No crown and no cloak.
“Captain.” Vangelis greeted without preamble or explanation for the man’s presence. “I thank you for extending your time in the capitol to meet with me. I trust it will not inconvenience you.”
Monotone and expressionless, it was often hard to tell just how sincere Vangelis was being. Those who were close to him knew that he never spoke that which he did not mean. But then... few held that level of emotional proximity. And strangers from his Aunt's lands were not within that selective group.
The crown prince made no move to welcome Talaus further into the room, offer him the seat before his desk, or suggest a refreshment. This was not due to care or a sign of displeasure but more a sign of Vangelis's direct passage of thought. Side matters such as comfort and general pleasantries were often lost on the Blood General.
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Vangelis had been in set appointments all day. Some as baron if Chaossis, though these were few and far between. A large number had been for his position as Crown Prince and reigning authority when his father was stationed across seas, as now. The others were those of military matters. Petitions for new funding, fresh armour, instructions for new recruits. All had been under his remit and necessary for his approval where treasury gold was required.
The benefit of his fearsome reputation, at least, was that all who shared his time were often eager to see it draw to a close. Vangelis was not an advocator of explaining his intentions for meetings in his summons, only to repeat himself again in person. He expressed a desire to meet with someone and said why once they shared the same air. As such, most arrived at his threshold with roving minds and worried nerves. They were always eager to escape his presence with as little negative comment as possible.
Which kept him punctual in his meetings if nothing else.
As such, when the sun reached its exact point, Vangelis instructed a servant to fetch his next visitor. Captain Talaus of Magnemea was reported to be a good leader of men. Skilled upon the battlefield. Firm and for the most part fair. Vangelis had yet to meet him on any personal level but after receiving his missionary statement regarding the Magnemea regiment, he had spoken with the Master Informer to arrange a quick audience.
When the door opened to admit both Vangelis’ aide and the man in question, the prince rose from his chair. Despite the Captain’s musings on the subject, Vangelis was dressed as neither distinctly regal, nor militant. His tunic was cut to the knee like the undercoat of armour. But it was made of fine linen, dyed ebony black. Black sandals were laced to his knee and the same high-quality leather was wrapped around his forearms in the form of bracers. He wore no metal armour, no obvious weapons besides a large knife, sheathed at his belt. No crown and no cloak.
“Captain.” Vangelis greeted without preamble or explanation for the man’s presence. “I thank you for extending your time in the capitol to meet with me. I trust it will not inconvenience you.”
Monotone and expressionless, it was often hard to tell just how sincere Vangelis was being. Those who were close to him knew that he never spoke that which he did not mean. But then... few held that level of emotional proximity. And strangers from his Aunt's lands were not within that selective group.
The crown prince made no move to welcome Talaus further into the room, offer him the seat before his desk, or suggest a refreshment. This was not due to care or a sign of displeasure but more a sign of Vangelis's direct passage of thought. Side matters such as comfort and general pleasantries were often lost on the Blood General.
Vangelis had been in set appointments all day. Some as baron if Chaossis, though these were few and far between. A large number had been for his position as Crown Prince and reigning authority when his father was stationed across seas, as now. The others were those of military matters. Petitions for new funding, fresh armour, instructions for new recruits. All had been under his remit and necessary for his approval where treasury gold was required.
The benefit of his fearsome reputation, at least, was that all who shared his time were often eager to see it draw to a close. Vangelis was not an advocator of explaining his intentions for meetings in his summons, only to repeat himself again in person. He expressed a desire to meet with someone and said why once they shared the same air. As such, most arrived at his threshold with roving minds and worried nerves. They were always eager to escape his presence with as little negative comment as possible.
Which kept him punctual in his meetings if nothing else.
As such, when the sun reached its exact point, Vangelis instructed a servant to fetch his next visitor. Captain Talaus of Magnemea was reported to be a good leader of men. Skilled upon the battlefield. Firm and for the most part fair. Vangelis had yet to meet him on any personal level but after receiving his missionary statement regarding the Magnemea regiment, he had spoken with the Master Informer to arrange a quick audience.
When the door opened to admit both Vangelis’ aide and the man in question, the prince rose from his chair. Despite the Captain’s musings on the subject, Vangelis was dressed as neither distinctly regal, nor militant. His tunic was cut to the knee like the undercoat of armour. But it was made of fine linen, dyed ebony black. Black sandals were laced to his knee and the same high-quality leather was wrapped around his forearms in the form of bracers. He wore no metal armour, no obvious weapons besides a large knife, sheathed at his belt. No crown and no cloak.
“Captain.” Vangelis greeted without preamble or explanation for the man’s presence. “I thank you for extending your time in the capitol to meet with me. I trust it will not inconvenience you.”
Monotone and expressionless, it was often hard to tell just how sincere Vangelis was being. Those who were close to him knew that he never spoke that which he did not mean. But then... few held that level of emotional proximity. And strangers from his Aunt's lands were not within that selective group.
The crown prince made no move to welcome Talaus further into the room, offer him the seat before his desk, or suggest a refreshment. This was not due to care or a sign of displeasure but more a sign of Vangelis's direct passage of thought. Side matters such as comfort and general pleasantries were often lost on the Blood General.
