Haruchai
As you wish.
- Joined
- Sep 27, 2011
- Location
- United States (CST)
Braxxus 'The Bulwark'. Champion of the King, and the kingdom's most hardy and stalwart warrior. Earning his status through blood and mettle, Brax was surprised when he was summoned to see the King himself. He was not the type of man for finery, despite his station, and he simply went as he was; greaves, belt, shield and blade.
Khorvaire, their world - Karrnath, their country and Karrnwood their home. Brax's King had managed to draw together their people out of the wild clans of the wood, forming them into a tenuous nation. Brax had been his right hand in all of this, so perhaps he was being summoned for his reward.
The huge warrior towered over even his peers. Seven feet tall and well over three hundred pounds, Brax is power given physical form, pure blunt trauma in the shape of a man. Warriors and noble alike give the man a wide berth, and his escort hardly seems necessary. After all, who would purposely intercept this man? The King... all others would not dare. Brax strode confidently to his destination, the singular messenger struggling to keep up with the warrior's strides. Soon the abode of his King was in sight. Built of wood and stone, it was the largest building in their city.
The stone stairs that descended slightly down into the meadhall were traversed and soon Brax had to pass through the huge main doors to the throne-room. Malik and Chag were there, men trained by Brax and Brax's own mentor, Romnus. They nodded their respect to him, and opened the doors so that he may pass. The messenger waited outside. He had not been the one summoned.
The heavy footfalls of Brax echoed softly in the massive chamber, which smelled of earth and wood, mead and sex. The appetites of the King were well known, and as ruler he had every right to any female except those claimed as the mates of other men. He took his ease as he saw fit, as Brax himself did, and the warrior could respect another alpha that acted within their power.
"King Stephan." he said simply as he approached his King. Unlike so many other men, Braxxus was not required to bow. Not to his knees. Instead he bowed his head, eyes on the floor as he stood before his liege. Beside him, Queen Beatriz sat. Her appetites were as legendary as that of Stephan, and the two often shared their conquests - the pleasured screams of their 'victims' echoing out into the forested night. Brax could not help but smirk. What might his King require of him?
He brought his gaze upward and let his eyes slide over his King and Queen both.
Khorvaire, their world - Karrnath, their country and Karrnwood their home. Brax's King had managed to draw together their people out of the wild clans of the wood, forming them into a tenuous nation. Brax had been his right hand in all of this, so perhaps he was being summoned for his reward.
The huge warrior towered over even his peers. Seven feet tall and well over three hundred pounds, Brax is power given physical form, pure blunt trauma in the shape of a man. Warriors and noble alike give the man a wide berth, and his escort hardly seems necessary. After all, who would purposely intercept this man? The King... all others would not dare. Brax strode confidently to his destination, the singular messenger struggling to keep up with the warrior's strides. Soon the abode of his King was in sight. Built of wood and stone, it was the largest building in their city.
The stone stairs that descended slightly down into the meadhall were traversed and soon Brax had to pass through the huge main doors to the throne-room. Malik and Chag were there, men trained by Brax and Brax's own mentor, Romnus. They nodded their respect to him, and opened the doors so that he may pass. The messenger waited outside. He had not been the one summoned.
The heavy footfalls of Brax echoed softly in the massive chamber, which smelled of earth and wood, mead and sex. The appetites of the King were well known, and as ruler he had every right to any female except those claimed as the mates of other men. He took his ease as he saw fit, as Brax himself did, and the warrior could respect another alpha that acted within their power.
"King Stephan." he said simply as he approached his King. Unlike so many other men, Braxxus was not required to bow. Not to his knees. Instead he bowed his head, eyes on the floor as he stood before his liege. Beside him, Queen Beatriz sat. Her appetites were as legendary as that of Stephan, and the two often shared their conquests - the pleasured screams of their 'victims' echoing out into the forested night. Brax could not help but smirk. What might his King require of him?
He brought his gaze upward and let his eyes slide over his King and Queen both.