The Corrupted Sentinel

The Take over

                                    ~~~~~Anjui's POV~~~~~

The face of the Lord Aelori seemed to have aged centuries within just those few fine moments. as Anjui had sad his words. It was as if the man had wished to see the crown taken away from him already and his parents whom he took the throne from in the first place returned to power when they couldn't even keep it from their own child from taking it. Loyalty is where the issue lied. Anjui worked with the commoners on a daily in the fields, Anjui worked daily with the soldiers, including the commanders who lead them. They all felt loyal to him and not his parents even though they held loyalty to the crown that now sat upon his head instead.

The old elf returned to his throne setting himself once again back against the stone chair he looked to the two young males that now stood down the steps from his chair. 

"When is this merge of our two houses to take place? As war season shall soon be upon us after the festivals and replenishing season." Anjui had paused a moment, he truly had not thought that the transition between the two houses would go so smoothly and that they would spend weeks in talking of negotiations on the idea, in which the house of Aelori would eventually give in, or have their house rank ripped from them by force or by sheer blackmail from Anjui himself. His conditions were more honorary then actually what he was willing to do but it was to be followed now that they were accepted.

Having his brother tap him on the elbow Anjui looked up to the entire family of Aelori, and that of his own family that had not been sent into banishment. 

"This will happen soon. Slow process as it will take a few weeks to do, but for now we shall start with leaving my sister here Shyr Tadorar. The Crown shall also go to my brother Ado upon signing of the document which will be done at the next festival as a sign of good faith. The next festival if I remember correctly is the returning of those from the Shrine due to sending them there for school." Lord Aelori had the look of defeat upon his face. His family had ruled the land of the Molaes Shyr for generations leading back to the time of the first elven king and he was loosing it. for a while to Anjui it looked like the old lord would refuse but it seemed he would let it go, as he knew something that he didn't let on.

"Lord Aelori, you will be considered a betrayer to the Noble houses and they will likely come for your head and those of your family. I need to know you can defend this land your family has relinquished to me like it was still their own. Your army will listen to my brother with the crown upon his head, but I need to know the nobility that you have under you shall not make a problem when my plan is in fruition and war season comes around. If they do know that I will give them a public execution before they can even put a coin into an assassins hands if I find out." Anjui had spoken plainly and a matter of fact like his voice gave way to nothing but the feeling of subjective like one would want to.

Bowing again Anjui tapped his own guard and walked out of the hall to explore the place that would soon be his home for the next part of his plan. From here he would launch his campaign against the other houses as to put risk into his own home was not an option, but to use the home of a regnant he would be perfectly fine with. He would also use the trade routes that Aelori had already established and the war fleet that was now under his call. It was but one of the few pawn pieces to his game that he would be playing dangerously fast considering as the fast pace game one single mistake would be fatal and destroy everything.

Being shown to the private chambers that would be his during his visit he set up a single side of chess and moved but a few pieces. 

"Slowly, very slowly are things coming into play and very soon the game will become a much quicker pace." moving another pawn forward Anjui looked at the board of the game, only it was a map of the lands of the Crescent isle and each piece sat one of the noble houses he would have to claim in order to have complete control of the isle without question and without much force to go into it, but a single house refuses and a show of armed forces would have to be used. Anjui being the diplomatic new king of his home had very high hopes that it wouldn't come to such a thing. And with the combined strength of his own home, along with the trade from house Aelori would make all the others fall into the exact place Anjui wanted them to and become regents under his crown.  

                                ~~~~~~Ado's POV~~~~~~~

Ado had kept his eyes on his parents as the words spilled over from Anjui's lips of how he would kill them if it meant that he would keep his crown, but Ado would do far worse then just kill them. A single hint of treachery from any of them and he would be evil enough to discover all of their plans before he ended their life with the most fowl of ways their kind could think of. The worst of which not even Ado dreamed or hoped upon those he would face upon battle field and even then it was something that was rare and only happened to those who were considered a traitor.

Being shown to his room Ado slipped into the chambers quickly with a light woosh of the door being shut and a creek as the hinges worked. The door slammed shut and the room was all silent but the crackle of the wood burning in the fireplace and the breeze coming in from the small window that was open. Ado was by himself for a series of a few moments before he heard the knock at the door. "Sir the dwarves have sent their answer." moving aside and sliding the door open Ado grabbed the smaller framed elf male and pulled him into the room.

"Be silent. We do not wish for the other lords to learn of our escapades with the dwarves as of yet. Anjui may know of what I am asking of them, but the others do not. If matters like this arise again then come straight to me in silence. Its then that we will discuss what we need to." Ado eyed the messenger with keen eyes. It wasn't the same one he sent with the dwarves before, but many a elves switched between the two of them like it was nothing really. Ado had taken the scroll with the message on it and read it a few times.

The king of the dwarves had accepted his terms of a treaty between the elves and the dwarves like they had done several times before. The dwarves would muster their thralls within their current capital of Karak Tyrn. They would do so under the command of the king and his banner and the several hundred houses that now roamed the lands would come under call. The elves would help the dwarves recapture their old empire capital and in return be given the myli Maelolaer. The stone Sentinel was a prize all elves were after, but to go underground was death to most surface elves, and the Drow were a race that was not one for helping its brethern unless it was more a payoff for themselves over what they were going for, so giving the Stone sentinel to a surface elf was way out of the question.

Ado knew what that meant however and that would mean mustering the forces their house had now, but with war season coming soon that would make their forces split and he wouldn't and couldn't afford to do so this early in the game that his brother was playing with the world political power of elves. Ado knew his brother had plans, but to say that it would surprise him that his brother was playing as each major house was a contestant meant he would be a fool. Out of the houses there were only sixteen major houses that ruled over all the elven people in comparison, but the top ten were the major players they would have to contest the power his brother would establish upon the isle. Returning to the silence of his bedroom Ado pulled a map of the crescent isle and marked each capital of the houses around him, including those of the top ten houses.

"The world is definitely going to be turned on end when this year has ended."