Post by Robert on Jun 13, 2014 12:20:04 GMT -5
Robert Llewellyn stands tall in his finest Blue and Gold uniform, his golden hair spread evenly across both shoulders. He had a strong face, rarely smiling, his jaw line shot straight down and disappeared within the golden outline of his beard. Robert was one of the youngest Marshals to serve Stormwind, at only 29 years old Robert was already a seasoned commander. Although young he bared the weight of the various military operations he had seen, and as a consequence he looked at least ten years older than he was.
He stood at attention at the entrance to the Royal Keep. He could hear faint footsteps, yet his discipline as a soldier forbid him from turning his head to see who was approaching. As the footsteps got closed Robert stood tall. Before he could think anymore on the subject a young surf steped in front of Robert.
"Lord Llewellyn. The Nobles will see you now. Please follow me."
"Aye."
Robert quickly turns and without hesitation marches behind the young surf as they head up the Royal Corridor in the direction of the Throne Room. Robert feels a bit of relief upon entering the Throne Room as the King is not here, he was always nervous around House Wrynn. Robert's connection to the Kings of Lordaeron gave a similar effect to the Ghost Wolf and Robert hated the tension. The young surf turned and entered the Battlemaster Room. Around the great map table stood the heads of the Noble Houses of Stormwind.
Nobles...ugh, Robert thought to himself, Blinded by greed... Needless to say Robert did not like the Nobles of Stormwind, as many did not. Regardless the life of a soldier demanded obedience at all times, so upon entering Robert quickly bowed before the Nobles, keeping his head down until asked to approach.
"Arise Lord Llewellyn. Come closer son."
Robert stood tall, smiling at the nobles, stepping to them and once again bowing before shaking each of their hands.
"We have been told of your continued victories on the Island shrouded in mist to the South, the island they call Pandaria. The Glory you have brought to Stormwind has not gone unnoticed, Lord Llewellyn.
Furthermore your most recent raids on the Horde's supply camps and also on the island locked in time have given much footing in the advancement of the Alliance cause in those lands.
The King is very pleased and although he couldn't be here he wanted us to extend his thanks."
Robert was extremely proud.
"I live only to serve."
"Aye, and now we must show that we repay our allies. We must begin to amend the mistakes of the past by forging a better future.
For you and your guilds bravery, valor, and the glory you have brought to your people. The city of Stormwind would like to here by grant you Westbrook Garrison. Where you will rule as Lord of Westbrook Garrison, and protector of Stormwind and it's surrounding lands."
Robert was in disbelief.
"You...honor me."
The nobles all stood at attention and bowed before Robert.
"Thank you for your loyalty, Lord Llewellyn. All of Stormwind is in your debt. May you live long with much glory."
Robert quickly salutes the Nobles.
"Glory to The Alliance. I shall not fail our people."
"Glory to The Kingdom, Lord Llewellyn."
He stood at attention at the entrance to the Royal Keep. He could hear faint footsteps, yet his discipline as a soldier forbid him from turning his head to see who was approaching. As the footsteps got closed Robert stood tall. Before he could think anymore on the subject a young surf steped in front of Robert.
"Lord Llewellyn. The Nobles will see you now. Please follow me."
"Aye."
Robert quickly turns and without hesitation marches behind the young surf as they head up the Royal Corridor in the direction of the Throne Room. Robert feels a bit of relief upon entering the Throne Room as the King is not here, he was always nervous around House Wrynn. Robert's connection to the Kings of Lordaeron gave a similar effect to the Ghost Wolf and Robert hated the tension. The young surf turned and entered the Battlemaster Room. Around the great map table stood the heads of the Noble Houses of Stormwind.
Nobles...ugh, Robert thought to himself, Blinded by greed... Needless to say Robert did not like the Nobles of Stormwind, as many did not. Regardless the life of a soldier demanded obedience at all times, so upon entering Robert quickly bowed before the Nobles, keeping his head down until asked to approach.
"Arise Lord Llewellyn. Come closer son."
Robert stood tall, smiling at the nobles, stepping to them and once again bowing before shaking each of their hands.
"We have been told of your continued victories on the Island shrouded in mist to the South, the island they call Pandaria. The Glory you have brought to Stormwind has not gone unnoticed, Lord Llewellyn.
Furthermore your most recent raids on the Horde's supply camps and also on the island locked in time have given much footing in the advancement of the Alliance cause in those lands.
The King is very pleased and although he couldn't be here he wanted us to extend his thanks."
Robert was extremely proud.
"I live only to serve."
"Aye, and now we must show that we repay our allies. We must begin to amend the mistakes of the past by forging a better future.
For you and your guilds bravery, valor, and the glory you have brought to your people. The city of Stormwind would like to here by grant you Westbrook Garrison. Where you will rule as Lord of Westbrook Garrison, and protector of Stormwind and it's surrounding lands."
Robert was in disbelief.
"You...honor me."
The nobles all stood at attention and bowed before Robert.
"Thank you for your loyalty, Lord Llewellyn. All of Stormwind is in your debt. May you live long with much glory."
Robert quickly salutes the Nobles.
"Glory to The Alliance. I shall not fail our people."
"Glory to The Kingdom, Lord Llewellyn."