Tiberios
The Chamber. A place that’s been leaking out of mouths everywhere lately. Tiberios hears the whispers on his journey here, and he’s not sure if he likes what the hushed rumors are circulating. Kidnapping, attacking, magic. The Chamber was restless, and somehow he believes his son has become an object of interest. How the Falls has come to tangle themselves in political warfare escapes him, but there were a lot of loose ends with the Falls these days - loose ends that Tiberios was ready to tie up. It would be hard to re-awaken the sleepy kingdom he now ruled, but he was willing to try anything to see it happen. Even death. When it came to his son’s safety, however, the fire-wielding sabino was eager to dole out a severe sentence to any involved.
He’s surprised that the Chamber and the Falls aren’t interacting more. The two kingdoms bordered each other, and the Falls was neither good or evil. An alliance wasn’t too far of a stretch in his mind, but he wonders how Straia will approach the idea. Force-wise the Falls has nothing to offer, but the strong arm of the Chamber is mighty enough to strike a blow without too much help. They have the healing waters, but with magicians in tow one finds a journey simply to heal is a little inconvenient. Straia is an adept maneuverer, and Tiberios will have to tread carefully to match her cunning. But he’s up to the challenge.
He arrives calmly enough, amber gaze flicking slowly through the shadowy forest before stopping at the Chambers borders. He’s not here to show his backside, but he’s not here to be walked upon either. In a last minute decision he rouses his gift, giving himself a makeshift crown of white-blue flames. From a barren branch a raven caws, feathers puffed up against the colder weather. He turns to peer at the curious creature, tail absently swirling at his hocks. “Straia.” He calls, to none in particular. He assumes the queen will hear either way.
This meeting was long overdue.
Tiberios
king of the falls
