First Cycle of Pontius
Eighteenth Candlemark in the Darkening of Solaria
The Winter of Era I of the Celestine Mandate
Thirteenth Era Post Fractum, the Second Era of the Reign of Arabella
Paradigm: The Eclipse of the Sun
A bitter chill meander its way towards the minute patches of bare skin that were on display, as Rhargn headed off towards the Thanal Manor. The sky above began to warp from the faery grey of a brightenings winter sky, to a dull ebony, signalling the alteration of hours. It'd have puzzled most who had gazed upon the ruffian heading towards the manor of such a reputable state, but after spending several candlemarks thinking of how to punch his plans into place, Rhargn had come up with what he thought an ingenious idea.
Since he'd arrived word of the new Thane had been rushing about like a dry bush fire, it seemed this was the first Thane in quite a while, but that didn't really matter to Rhargn in the slighest. The thoughts that accumulated within the titans thick skull were bare bones to any normal thinking character, but to this fat oaf, they were far from bare bones and so he'd began searching the vicinity for a building of a majestic exterior and after many wrong directions, had eventually come across it.
Excitement ignited an obscured grin as the titan altered his pace to a job, ready to put his 'plan' into action after gazing upon the exquisite white marble. However, first and foremost, there were the two gate guards to get past. Quickly, he began dusting off any dried dirt that had clung to him from the caravan trip, before puffing out his chest and moving towards them.
"Serale men. I'm here to see Lord Keldon Elsdragon, he is expecting me." It was a long shot and Rhargn didn't even know if that was the Thane's real name, it was all word of mouth fronted by a false aura of confidence.