[Empire] The Grand Celebration of Villae Fantomae and Azandria [Archive]

Reggiejam

2016-06-26, 02:59 PM

Grand Celebration of Villae Fantomae and Azandria
The Sea of Coin
Spring 138

Villae Fantomae, Fantastigoria Primacentra
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Duke Autumn was never one to act in a way that betrayed just how out of place he was and these days he was more out of place than ever before. Despite being dressed in a quite formal and quite feminine white robe tied at the waist with an orange sash divided by a black cord of mourning that was the traditional dressing of a lady of the Autumn Court combined with a small upper-face mask of a fox, despite standing half the height of his compatriots both Fantastigorian and Aeldir, and despite being a male surrounded by pruning Matrons of Autumn and the female members of the Primacentra major families he did not appear uncomfortable in the least. In fact he appeared almost as if he were a miniaturized caricature and parody of both Autumn and Fantastigorian culture either completely unaware of his role as parody or fully embracing of it. Anyone who knew the Duke would posit it was the latter.

The Duke stood in an open courtyard that the docks and coastal streets of Villae Fantomae had been arranged to funnel towards encouraging foreign guests to pay a visit to the Autumn regent and the hosting houses of Fantastigoria. The streets bustled with activity as merchants, entertainers, and soldiers patrolled pursuing profit, audiences, and trouble respectively. The local city guard composed of Fantastigorian fighters composed the majority of the security though a number of Summer Rangers had also been implanted at Lord Summer's behest. The bright buildings of the city shone in the sunlight with their fresh coats of paint and multicolored light streamed across the new cobbles and bricks through ornate stained glass windows. The tall green natural vista beyond the city's rolling vistas gave the city a secure isolated feeling as though it were a bastion of culture and civilization between the dangers of land and sea. The sea lapped lazily at the shore and docks that hosted a number of fantastic native and foreign ships with other reserved for the expected foreign guests who would arrive throughout the celebrations.

The fifteenth Maestro, a thin but sharply dressed man bearing the ornate mask which had been bequeathed to him in a ceremony some years prior by Lady Autumn, stood closest to the small Duke. The Duke knew the Maestros of Fantastigoria were constantly plotting expansions of their power though after decades of Aeldir rule they had learned it was easier to seek expansion of power against their Duksaes than against the Aeldir and as such the small Aeldir lord had found a confidant in the man. While he did not discuss matters beyond what he expected the Maestro to already know he found him almost as entertaining a conversationalist as Cynel had been before her retirement. Certainly more interesting than Deirma. At the thought he touched the black cord at his waist that mourned the late Lady Deirma. Many said she had died a hero. Most who did were outside the Autumn Court and did not follow the Old Gods. He wasn't sure what he thought of her purported heroism. Her death was the reason he was here instead of elsewhere along the Sea of Coin serving as an ambassador. Ah yes, the other ambassadors. The celebrations of Villae Fantomae and Azandria would span months and while the Duke would be at Fantomae for its beginning and Azandria for its end there were still many other celebrations he would not be able to attend...

Villae Formosa, Fan'Tierri
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Ranger Caedmoor's service as councilmember to the Avonlean Queen's Council had been a matter of some debate between Lady Autumn and Lord Summer prior to her sacrifice in Ambrose. By all accounts the Ranger was serving as a diplomat and thus, while still a member of the Summer Court, he was serving the Autumn Court in his actions. The two seasonal leaders had gone back and forth for some time though when Duke Autumn had ascended to his new position he had done away with the bickering and contacted Ranger Caedmoor directly. Well aware of the rumors circulating the Thyrngar and his fellow councilor, Lady Dacia of Fan'Grove, he had merely offered the two of them a private manor rented from the Formosa family in exchange for their serving as the primary ambassadors of the Demesne in Villae Formosa for any who made their way to the beautiful vineyard dotted island. The Duke had been certain to inform any guests seeking conversation with a representative of the Demesne's military interests or a representative of Avonlea to seek the eastern Fantastigorian island under Demesne control.

KraznyOstrav
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Duke Autumn had requested a representative of the Winter Court be they lackey, Dullahan, Orm, or Lord Winter himself to take up in KrazynOstrav. Those who had business with the Winter Court were informed a representative could certainly be found upon the island if no other could be found elsewhere. The tower erected following the conquest of the region would serve well the militantly faithful members of the northern court. The twisting thick pine forest of the Coil discouraged much travel into the interior and the burrowed halls of the trolls were not as inviting as the beautiful buildings of the Fantastigorians or Aeldir but this seemed appropriate to Duke Autumn for assigning the Winter Court the island for the duration of the celebrations. Only the boldest, most foolish, or least friendly of the guests would seek the trollish island during a time of celebration and for Duke Autumn that was just fine.

Melzini, Melzini Archipelago
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Lady Autumn had reserved, and Duke Autumn had followed in setting aside, the island of Melzini for the chosen representative of the Spring Court. The open sandy beaches, tropical trees, and friendly natives made the island ideal for the friendliest of the Aeldir Seasons. Indeed it was also the closest Aeldir possession to Azandria and the whole of the northeastern continent and had in recent years become a religious battlefield of sorts between followers of the Pale Lady and the Old Gods. As such it seemed appropriate to place the Aeldir court least concerned with such spiritual matters upon its shores. While the Melzinite Bees were a minor danger it was hoped there would be no incidents of guests being stung to death as many had been reported from the mysterious Izele tribes recently emerged south of Avonlea and the Stormlands.

Gamesman's Grove, Dra'ulkaa
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Lady Elesi of the Autumn Court had volunteered to play host for the Courts in Dra'ulkaa. Duke Autumn understood the Autumn matron was a member of the faction that sought restoration of the western court in dominating the political face of the Aeldir to the outside world though she kept her true goals close to her chest. The Duke didn't doubt she had aims to seek the title of Lady Autumn when his regency expired itself but unlike many other ladies of the court she had been more than reasonable in dealing with the Duke, even being so considerate as to refer to him as Duke Autumn instead of merely Regent. He suspected she would backstab him soon enough but for now she realized her best bet to ascend was to play as his friend and the Duke was too bereft of other options to deny her. As such they had entered a state of mutual using. It must have been his Spring origins that he saw such a deal as acceptable, though his Autumn learning ensured he would not maintain it for overly long.

Nevertheless he had been willing to grant her her request to serve as ambassador for the Court in Dra'ulkaa. The Gamesman and Musician were with her in the Gamesman's Grove awaiting any guests who sought a more relaxed celebration of wine, sports, games, and music among the satyrs rather than celebration in the major cities who were celebrating their emerging sisterhood. Games and competitions of body and mind were common here.

Wrestling
Roll 1d10+Mil three times, highest cumulative score wins.

Chess
Roll 1d10+Cur twice, highest cumulative score wins.

Elsewhere Upon the Sea of Coin
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Across the Sea of Coin in Aeldir and Avonlean ships other major movers and shakers of the Demesne travel from island to island and ship to ship exchanging crew, guests, and gifts as the mood strikes. So too of course do Ancerin ships and the Ancerin holdings upon the Sea of Coin host a variety of other celebrations of potential interest to the many invited guests from across the world.

Feel free to show up anywhere, anytime! Time bubbles are welcome and even encouraged! Looking forward to the event!

Elemental

2016-06-27, 04:20 AM

RandoMan

2016-06-27, 01:54 PM

Maelog watched his elder brother with a stony glare as the well loved Egan danced and flirted with young and pretty Zlaten girls who flocked to him. Egan, or Egg as so many called him, was an exemplar of Avonlean and Aeldir beauty and handsomeness. His hair was a dirty blond, nearing light brown, that was pulled up in a ponytail to hang down just touching his back. His eyes were a bright gray-blue and sparkled like gems in the afternoon spring sun. His facial features might be described as feminine with sharp cheekbones and a narrow jaw but he sported a shortly cropped strip of facial hair centered below his lower lip that gave him a masculine edge. He sported an athletic build owing to his tutelage under Lady Sabel in the ways of the Thyrngar and training among the Avonlean officers in the mortal ways of war. He dressed casually in a loose fitting cotton shirt that suggested his musculature beneath it tucked into brown leathers that were themselves tucked into calf-high boots. The women seemed to find him irresistible but for Maelog he looked as he always did, like a more beautiful reflection of himself.

It was true, the two brothers bore a striking similarity in appearance and despite their three year gap in age they might pass for twins should they desire to. However Maelog did not carry himself as Egan did. The flirting and friendliness of his elder brother that came so naturally for Egan could not find an avenue through Maelog. Instead he brooded, gray almost violet eyes cast in the shadow of his brow, long hair left loose to fall about his unbearded face. Where Egan dressed in open flowing shirt and breeches Maelog dressed in a heavy blue-black cloak that hid his form. His only concession to celebration was the removal of his hood from atop his head.

As one of the dancing girls who flirted with Egan was turned towards Maelog, by his elder brother's suggestion no doubt, he scowled and turned away. Always such pity from his brother. Pity upon the training field. Pity among dancing women. Pity was all his brother ever expressed to him. He was their mother's favorite son and while their father was now long dead he did not doubt he would be father's favorite too. Hell, he was the only son their father even knew he had. There was no reason to think he would be welcoming to an unplanned second bastard. Of course there would be no way to know. Their father had traveled north and given himself to Lord Winter. The malevolent eldest Aeldir who now fathered bastards of his own with women of the far west. Such a hypocrite. Only the Aeldir born under the Old Gods were truly Aeldir. Halfborn were dangerous, far too unpredictable in their effects upon the Seasons. Pah, and now there was one born and reborn to the most ancient Aeldir left in the care of Ambrose. Lord Winter who professed such "ancient knowledge" as to take his father without a single raised eyebrow among the Courtlands did not seem so knowledgeable to Maelog seeing as his daughter had been killed and saved only by the grace of gods Maelog was given to understand were those other than his own.

Bas Fury wandered over near the dejected Aeldir accompanied by Lady Sabel. The Summer Consort had always made a special effort to try and connect with Maelog. In many ways she was his only friend, a sort of older sister or mother to him. Though Lynesse, his blood mother, was by no means absent from his life he found it difficult to speak with her for she aged with such rapidity as to constantly remind him of her mortality and always she looked upon him with a strange look that he could never decipher as contempt, fear, or perhaps worst of all pity. Sabel spoke to him plainly although perhaps at times too plainly, especially of late for she had taken to the habit of reminding him of his halfbreed status at nearly every opportunity.

"You do not wish to be here?" Sabel asked with a quirked eyebrow, "Surely you see the women whose eyes cast upon you?"

"They cast upon my brother first," Maelog answered with irritation.

"Pettiness and vanity do not suit you Maelog Oakburn. You are only half Aeldir."

"So I am constantly reminded."

Maelog huffed and turned from Sabel marching off back towards the Avonlean ship that had carried him and the Avonlea delegation to the island. Quietly he hoped he might see Princess Eirwen. The daughter of the Dullahan had grown to consume his thoughts. He eagerly looked forward to their practice session and sparring under Sabel's tutelage. She was a radiant image, her snow white hair and skin matched in beauty only by her deep black eyes that promised an understanding of his tortured half Aeldir experience. In her he saw a fellow lost soul who would understand him and she was one of the few women whom his brother did not actively court and turn to his charms. If ever he needed a bright spot he could look upon her and find one.

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lt_murgen

2016-06-28, 12:21 PM

Estasiel did not want to waste the better part of a year travelling to a diplomatic event half way around the world. Every day away from the Unicity increased the likelihood of another catastrophe. It was a credit to the Pontisep Emeritus that he could keep the Bestrewen from breaking out into riots and mayhem. The unprecedented flood of new information, new ideas, into their stilted and stuffy academic structure was upsetting the formal advancement structures. Great Truth, she was one of those upstarts, having risen through the Uniseps quickly.

But for Huxley had managed, he was far from adept in global politics. His appalling lack of management allowed hundreds of scholars to be scattered across the globe. Their unfettered zeal caused multiple international incidents. Incidents of which she now had to deal with the aftermath. Her entourage was much smaller than previous adventures. Merely two scholars from each Bestrewen and her assistant. Noticably lacking were the Mawyn. Relationships between the two races had cooled lately. Many in their regions were advocating to break away and join the rest of their kind in the Archduchy. She was of the mind to let them if she could find a way to turn it to her advantage.

For a time, she stared out over the open Sea of Coin. Her phoenixes, Dischord and Conchord, cruised in lazy circles high above, seeking a fish or sea birds lunch. Their presence comforted her. Clever survivors from the far north, she identified with them. It was her intention to visit every locale and have brief discussions with each representative in turn. Like her totems, perhaps there were tasty morsels to be sampled in these foreign seas.

OOC: feel free to engage her at any event at any time

Etasiel is a Ochregrew, as indicated by the brown topaz in her forehead. She was a native of Phoenix Bay, and excelled in biology and forestry. She is the daughter of the Pirate Queen, but has forsaken her mother’s leadership and embraced the Truserchen way. Early in her career, she worked with the more mechanically minded Bestrewen to develop a geared version of the foot lathe. It increased the rotational speed by 16 revolutions per foot-press. She became widely acclaimed after working to put together a collection of bawdy tavern tales from locales around the Sea of Coin. Called “The Forbidden Courtesan”, it was a massive hit, and her pithy footnotes brought her much acclaim.

Her life-long passion for the Phoenixes of the far north fueled her rise up the Uniseps. Numerous publications on their life-cycle, biology, and migration patterns earned her a repuatation as a detailed and patient investigator. She is still the only person who has managed to keep a mated pair in captivity. Most recently, she was part of a group which developed the medication Ebrimred. Ebrimred is a strong liquid that eases the symptoms of goldenhaze withdrawl.
She is young, but worldly, and many of the Bestrewen examinations favored travelling scholars over stay at home researchers. Her winning score of 442 earned her the position of Pontisep.

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HalfTangible

2016-06-28, 02:41 PM

[The Imperial Navy]

Primus had a bit of a reputation when it came to sea travel. Normally, they simply chartered a merchant vessel of some sort and flew their flag over it. These vessels were rarely grand and even less likely to serve the amenities expected of royalty; while their tendency to travel in less-than-style hadn't earned them their barbarous reputation, it certainly hadn't helped it.

Now, however, the Imperium had its own navy in the Queenlands. And so they had taken the extra time to get to the Queenlands before the event in order to arrive in style.

Ships of the former Pavosi lands came into the Sea of Coin from the Dawnsea, flying black flags with a fiery blood drop emblazoned upon them. Some thought them pirates at first, though fortunately no actual incidents occurred. The Rusathye harbors had worked Wonderwood into some of their construction, though they were for the most part ordinary ships.

[KraznyOstrav]

Crudice hadn't seen her friends (and teachers) in the winter court in so long. She wrote, of course, but it wasn't the same at all. She missed Eirwen, her friend. The Dullahan and the Orm were her teachers and - while grim - she found their company invigorating.

High Queen Phelnia may or may not be here; it depends on other events QB and I need to decide on first.

Gengy

2016-06-28, 05:59 PM

Melzini

The Archipelago was once again transformed into a grand stage of celebration. Chief Councilman Monpaket was - technically - the presiding political figure, but often he was missing. It seemed that his wife from Ambrose, Ebele, and he were still getting along fine even after over a decade of knowing each other. Still, he was occasionally available for discussion during the Grand Celebration, when he was not busy settling disputes between various religious beliefs. While Monpaket himself still privately followed the Great Spirits of the islands, he was aware (and reminded frequently and at times frustratingly) that many within the Archipelago had embraced either the Old Gods of the Aeldir or the Pale Lady of the Empyrium.

So far, Monpaket and his fellow Councilors had been lucky; the proselytizers for each newer religion had made claims upon various islands within the Archipelago, and while this strained some distant relationships, it did allow for the multiple faiths now within the islands to have a form of peace due to their separation. Those who spoke the Word of the Old Gods had the larger portion of the population, with Melzini and the Twin Islands (Gini and Fini). Warkini and Houbini, remain untouched by the missionaries so far, but Roldini - the second smallest island - is almost entirely following the ways of the Pale Lady.

It was one thing, Monpaket felt when Ebele wasn't... distracting him... to pay your respects to the Spirits and Gods, but when it was causing a political issue... well. It was easier to let Ebele distract him. And often, he felt, Monpaket would not still be a Councilman if it were not for Ebele keeping him feeling so young and happy. Not to mention she was far smarter than he, and her advice had helped run the Archipelago for many years. He hoped they had a child soon. He certainly did not mind the repeated attempts to have one.

When he was missing - because of family matters - Lady Owena was the presiding figure on Melzini. It felt... weird to Owena to be here with only just Warchod Prejudice. Former Bas Pride was now a loyal guard of the Salvax Ri himself, but Owena had not been outside of Tir Xungla without the Tiger Salvax before in many years. The new Bas of the South Hunt did not feel the need to travel, but did permit Warchod Prejudice in joining the Spring Aeldir on her assignment.

Mostly, when Owena was not enjoying the sun and the sand, she was trying to dissuade young lovers from visiting the Upstart Island, Touca. The legend of the fruit on the island was still in full force, and the eruption was imminent. Already ships were taking a long way around the second largest - and only uninhabited - island of the Archipelago. Yet foolish youngsters still tried to go after the fruit in a vain attempt to prove their love. Obviously it was dangerous, but apparently this was part of the proof.

WARNING. UNOFFICIAL EVENT. NOT SANCTIONED BY THE MELZINI COUNCIL OR THE GRAND CELEBRATION.
Possibly life threatening.

Legends say that the couple that eats together of Touca's Fortune, the red and orange fruit that grows once every decade, will fall madly in love for all time. 'Adults' say that this is just rubbish, and that someone always dies when people try for it. An obscure Islander friend of a cousin's uncle's second wife, though, swears that the legends are true! Skeptical as it may be, those seeking to make their name... and don't mind a little danger... can try their hand at racing for the shores of temperamental Touca. Half-way up the volcano's side are the Fortune Trees; the only trees to survive the many mini-eruptions that the island is known for. Upon one of the trees' branches, a single red and orange fruit the size of a cantaloupe, hangs precariously from a vine. The only known truth is that the fruit is succulent and delicious, and many whom do obtain this fruit give it to their significant other; Islanders whom have shared the fruit and been wed seem to have it easier than others. The last known successful obtain-er of Touca's Fortune was Chief Councilman Monpaket, and though his last wife died of illness, and he heavily discourages anyone from going for the fruit, the stories say that he and Galwoset were happy together, brief though their time may have been.

Young Islanders discreetly inform guests of this event, and say that interested Participants may speak with Tankopet on the beach of Melzini Island. The time for the event is a closely guarded secret, as there are sure to be guards trying to prevent this competition for the fruit.

Info: Name of Participant

Rolls
Avoid Guards: 1d10
(On a 1 or 2, you are caught by the guards, and cannot participate further)

Swim Ashore: 1d10
(The Islanders will get you as close as they can to the shore, but on a 1, your participant drowns. On a 2, they don't drown, but fight with the currents to the point that they find safety back on the boats, and cannot go further)

Scale the Volcano: 1d10
(The slope is easy enough, but the heat is altogether unusual. On a 1, your participant faints. Their fate is left to any other participants kind enough to help them... or not.)

If you do not roll a 'failure' on any of the three rolls, you have reached the Fortune Trees. The person with the highest cumulative rolls, will have obtained Touca's Fortune. Though multiple trees, there is only one fruit to be found. Lower non-failure rolls may acquire a leaf of the tree, to show off their bravery, but the fruit goes to the highest roll. Ties will be decided with a separate roll (by me), as the tying participants duke it out.

Lady Spring herself was traveling around various different islands during the Grand Celebration, her bodyguard Eoghan always nearby in his ill-fitting armor... though curiously, his trademark spear had been replaced with two sharp looking Coldblood Daggers that his hands never strayed far from. Traveling with Lady Aleuta Kellianth were many other Spring Girls, and it was rumored that the Spring Court had many deals that they were hoping to conduct during the celebration.

Name an island you want to meet Lady Spring on, and I'll happily have her travel there.

EtuBrutus

2016-06-28, 08:17 PM

A big, dumb smile spanned the width of Andy's face as he stared at the gates of Azandria. It's perfect.

Lieutenant Vas eyed the boy's look suspiciously.

"Please tell me you are not thinking what I'm thinking you're thinking, milord. We're in public, your father will be here any minute, and tha..."

Andarious Brynjolf's dumb smile turned devious. Half Nemerian, half nymph, his skin was lighter than his father's, a mop of black hair sitting atop the adolescent's symmetrical face. He was destined to one day be beyond handsome, the spark in his eye and the wicked smile on his face a precursor to heritage of his mother's people. He looked wild as his eyes traced the blocks that formed the archway on either side of the gate.

"Please don't..."

Andy shot the marine a look before bounding forward, and in an instance he clung to the wall just over the lieutenant's head, as he began to scaled the gates of Azandria as he had scaled so many more before that. He deftly scaled the walls, completely oblivious to his surroundings.

Vas stood, blushing, as his eyes darted around for the Archduke. Maybe he would get to the top before anyone really notice this time...

If you wanna talk to me, you gotta come where I am. That means you, Murgen and Tommy.

Elemental

2016-06-29, 02:37 AM

Primus had a bit of a reputation when it came to sea travel. Normally, they simply chartered a merchant vessel of some sort and flew their flag over it. These vessels were rarely grand and even less likely to serve the amenities expected of royalty; while their tendency to travel in less-than-style hadn't earned them their barbarous reputation, it certainly hadn't helped it.

Now, however, the Imperium had its own navy in the Queenlands. And so they had taken the extra time to get to the Queenlands before the event in order to arrive in style.

Ships of the former Pavosi lands came into the Sea of Coin from the Dawnsea, flying black flags with a fiery blood drop emblazoned upon them. Some thought them pirates at first, though fortunately no actual incidents occurred. The Rusathye harbors had worked Wonderwood into some of their construction, though they were for the most part ordinary ships.

A ship proudly flying the Ancerin flag had approached one of the Primal vessels, though it remained at a respectful distance as it took up a position to sail alongside. Those on board the Ancerin vessel signalled their Primal counterparts asking to talk. It was unknown if the Primals knew precisely what the flashes of light meant, but they were no doubt paying attention to the Ancerins now.

Vas stood, blushing, as his eyes darted around for the Archduke. Maybe he would get to the top before anyone really notice this time...

This might have worked at the gates of a lesser city or remote fortification, but this was Azandria during a major celebration and it didn't take long at all for people to realise that some crazy kid was trying to climb the city's walls. Admittedly, it was impressive, but the gathering crowd alerted the guards who weren't just about to let some kid kill himself and in very little time there were white-coated city guards below and above him. One of the guards, the sergeant by his more elaborate uniform called up to him.
"Get down from there boy! Before you hurt yourself!"
One of the men at the top started passing a rope down towards Andarious before calling out.
"Grab a hold of the rope kid, we'll lower you to the ground!"
So much for going unnoticed.

EtuBrutus

2016-06-29, 11:02 AM

This might have worked at the gates of a lesser city or remote fortification, but this was Azandria during a major celebration and it didn't take long at all for people to realise that some crazy kid was trying to climb the city's walls. Admittedly, it was impressive, but the gathering crowd alerted the guards who weren't just about to let some kid kill himself and in very little time there were white-coated city guards below and above him. One of the guards, the sergeant by his more elaborate uniform called up to him.
"Get down from there boy! Before you hurt yourself!"
One of the men at the top started passing a rope down towards Andarious before calling out.
"Grab a hold of the rope kid, we'll lower you to the ground!"
So much for going unnoticed.Andarious ignored the rope, continuing at the task before him with remarkable speed and seemingly no concern for his own safety. He never seemed to pause, having planned his route out from the ground.

Vas stood below with a uncomfortable look on his face, when a hand gently rested on his shoulder. The Archduke stood next to him, his eyes turned upward.

Standing at nearly six feet, Ysry Brynjolf had the tall, stocky build and dusky, bronzed skin of his people. His face was the type of pleasantly handsome visage which made him naturally likable, a constant bearded smile under his twinkling eyes. His hair was shoulder-length and black, tied in a small ponytail in back. His clean, linen shirt was covered with a coat of plates, a stylish Nemeria take on splint armor, leading him to strike an impressive figure with his thin, Mawyn-steel estoc at his hip. Currently his visage bore the spectre of a smile, some small concern in his eyes.

"Why couldn't he be into girls, like other boys his age?" Vas inquired.

"I've always been convinced his mother was the spawn of a Black Widow. Maybe he's part spider."

By now the young lordling had made considerable progress, only feet from the top. His face bore a proud and goofy grin as he made eye contact with guards above him.

Kythia

2016-06-29, 11:22 AM

HalfTangible

2016-06-29, 11:36 AM

A ship proudly flying the Ancerin flag had approached one of the Primal vessels, though it remained at a respectful distance as it took up a position to sail alongside. Those on board the Ancerin vessel signalled their Primal counterparts asking to talk. It was unknown if the Primals knew precisely what the flashes of light meant, but they were no doubt paying attention to the Ancerins now.There was a moment where the Primal ships did nothing. Then they flashed lights back. What was eventually translated was an incomprehensible stream of meaningless gibberish.

In all likelihood, the Primal sailors were making use of Pavosi' system of communication; And they had been isolated in the Dawnsea for a long time.

They eventually raised a second flag beneath that marking their nation, signalling a desire to board and talk in person, rather than through mirrors. This one, Primus itself knew of.

Andarious ignored the rope, continuing at the task before with a remarkable speed and seemingly no concern for his own safety. He never seemed to pause, having planned his route out from the ground

Vas stood below with a uncomfortable look on his face, when a hand gently rested on his shoulder. The Archduke stood next to him, his eyes turned upward.

Standing at nearly six feet, Ysry Brynjolf had the tall, stocky build and dusky, bronzed skin of his people. His face was the type of pleasantly handsome visage which made him naturally likable, a constant bearded smile under his twinkling eyes. His hair was shoulder-length and black, tied in a small ponytail in back. His clean, linen shirt was covered with a coat of plates, a stylish Nemeria take on splint armor, leading him to strike an impressive figure with his thin, Mawyn-steel estoc at his hip. Currently his visage bore the spectre of a smile, some small concern in his eyes.

"Why couldn't he be into girls, like other boys his age?" Vas inquired.

"I've always been convinced his mother was the spawn of a Black Widow. Maybe he's part spider."

By now the young lordling had made considerable progress, only feet from from the top. His face born a proud and goofy grin as he made eye contact with guards above him.

Phelnia smiled beneath her hood, gazing at Ysry from a distance as his son climbed. Nemeria was not her enemy (probably) and Ysry in particular made her feel warm. Crudice was off... she didn't know, somewhere and with the Custodia Alta by her side. Lady Navus and Illydae were off too, though she cared even less what they were doing.

She got to see her love's face again. That was enough for her.

And he had a son - it seemed Nemeria didn't place restrictions on mates like most cultures outside of Primus did, which was good. A man existed for reproduction, and he'd hardly be able to do that with her.

Elemental

2016-06-29, 12:12 PM

By now the young lordling had made considerable progress, only feet from from the top. His face born a proud and goofy grin as he made eye contact with guards above him.

Realising the child wasn't going to stop and unaware of his standing as son of the Archduke of Nemeria, the guards just waited for him to reach it and firmly grabbed hold of him to drag him the rest of the way. They were clearly not very happy with him. The second tallest among them grabbed hold of Andarious's shoulder and started leading him to the guard station in the adjacent tower, explaining to him just what was going on as he did so.
"Okay kid, now you're either a few planks short of a boat, have a death wish or just plain stupid. If you'd just gone down when asked we wouldn't be in this mess, but now I'm going to have to look after you until your parents get here."

Meanwhile, on the ground, the sergeant stood scowling as his men went back to their duties. The crowd began to disperse, talking and laughing to themselves about the spectacle as the sergeant scanned them for anyone who looked like they might know the crazy kid. Eventually his eyes alighted on Ysry and his companion and he approached them.
"Excuse me Signor, but do you know that boy?"

There was a moment where the Primal ships did nothing. Then they flashed lights back. What was eventually translated was an incomprehensible stream of meaningless gibberish.

In all likelihood, the Primal sailors were making use of Pavosi' system of communication; And they had been isolated in the Dawnsea for a long time.

They eventually raised a second flag beneath that marking their nation, signalling a desire to board and talk in person, rather than through mirrors. This one, Primus itself knew of.

At first the Ancerin sailors were very unsure of why the other vessels wanted to eat hovering carts while wearing eelskin boots, but the raising of another flag, one well known across the seas cleared up any doubts. They themselves raised a flag acquiescing to the request of the Primal sailors.
(Assuming the Primals get in a boat and come over) As they approached, any confusion as to their identity was removed as their Primal origin was unmistakable.
"Primals? I wasn't aware they had a navy," said the captain, "Hmph... Everyone but the Emperor's been building ships lately it seems.
"Okay men! Look alive, we're receiving guests. And behave yourself, the women of Primus are not to be trifled with."

Phelnia smiled beneath her hood, gazing at Ysry from a distance as his son climbed. Nemeria was not her enemy (probably) and Ysry in particular made her feel warm. Crudice was off... she didn't know, somewhere and with the Custodia Alta by her side. Lady Navus and Illydae were off too, though she cared even less what they were doing.

She got to see her love's face again. That was enough for her.

And he had a son - it seemed Nemeria didn't place restrictions on mates like most cultures outside of Primus did, which was good. A man existed for reproduction, and he'd hardly be able to do that with her.

OOC: Ignore this if Phelnia is travelling incognito and wouldn't be recognised as the ruler of Primus or you have other RP plans.

Phelnia's reverie was interrupted by an Ancerin official in blue robes standing in front of a horse.
"High Queen Phelnia? On behalf of the City of Azandria and His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Spiridon, Lord Paramount of the South, may I be the first to welcome you to the city of Azandria on this most auspicious occasion. Your palanquin is waiting to bear you to the Saló. Unless of course you would prefer to walk or ride?"

Gengy

2016-06-29, 12:56 PM

The Izele aren't sailors - "We do not row" is the motto of one of the major farming clans - and so Queen Nonqaba and her retinue of priests and bodyguards had made the long trek overland. And once there...they seem unimpressed.

"Where are the hives?" asks a priest (burdened under the twin earthenware jars he is carrying as the Izele have not yet trained beasts of burden)

"Why do they *cough* live in stone houses *cough*. Have they not mastered the mud hut?" Asks another priest (clearly ill due to the lack of medicines)

"Look at their weapons" sniggers a bodyguard "They have used some sort of shiny rock for their spear blades" He hefts his own fire-hardened wood spear and shakes his head in wonderment at the clear lack of technological development their hosts display in not being able to do the same.

"They all speak the same language" observes a Scribe. "Even the youngest Izele babe is fluent in several lanuages." Apparently utterly unaware of the colossal time-savings a common tongue could bring.

"And such a simple language as well" agrees another. " 'Look At Those Ignorant Savages' appears to be their common greeting." He sounds the words out again a few times then nods at one of the guards and gives a polite "Look at those ignorant savages" to him.

Queen Nonqaba herself - six foot two and muscled, dressed in cured animal hides and black and yellow stripes of coloured mud daubed on her cheeks and arms listens to her advisors silently for a moment before nodding. "And yet, attending these events is our duty. From now on, we speak in Luskan." She steps forwards to the most impressively dressed gate guard.

"Look at those ignorant savages. I am Nonqaba Shoksa, some call me the Queen of Bees. Travelled here from the very centre of the known lands to greet your leaders. I offer honey and dog cubs as signs of our friendly intent."

Feel free to interact.

Being one of the quickest overland routes for the Izele clans, they found themselves in Fantastigoria. The masked people within Primacentra itself did not know what to make of them at first, and the guards were all rather dressed impressively, though their masks - and those of everyone else's - were probably the most unique thing about each of them. While someone with power to welcome a Queen was fetched, each member of the Izele clan was offered a guest mask; plain white or black, and covering the upper face, but with holes for the eyes. The guards, used to doing so now, politely explained that within Fantastigoria, someone without a mask was much like someone without clothing, and that more ornate masks could be found upon request, but would still be asked to be returned. More formal - lasting - masks could be ordered, but only ones approved by the Maestro could become recognized as true faces.

Eventually - and not as long as one might think - someone was found, and it was perhaps obvious to Nonqaba and her retinue not from the person who approached, but by the way the guards began to stand up straighter and looked more alert. Without this cue, the small girl-child with the pointed ears might have been overlooked by the Queen of Bees. The simple white dress and golden armband was out-shined by the mask made primarily of silk and pearly white porcelain. The porcelain was streaked with a complex pattern of etchings in a peculiar mathematical pattern of soft spirals. The face had the roundness of youth, but the expression was coy, as though guarding an amusing secret. The flair of silk around the eyes resolved into elegant butterfly wings that reached around the sides and, when jostled by movement, they seemed to gently flap as though attempting to take off. It gave an air of mystery concealed by the charm of childish innocence.

Next to the young looking girl with blonde hair and a slowly building smile was an intense looking young boy with pointed ears, who was trying very hard to look like some kind of bodyguard, but though the swords upon his back appeared sharp - if foreign to the Izele Clan - the armor he wore did not seem to fit quite right, and it was almost comical in how he was made to move carefully in it.

"Greetings to you, Nonqaba, who some call the Queen of Bees." The girl-child said, and her voice held the same level of hidden amusement, even as her eyes seemed to be appraising the people before her. "I have been receiving many reports about you from the Stormlands and from Avonlea. Allow me to be the first to formally welcome you to the Grand Celebration. I am Lady Spring, Aletua Kellianth, one of the four Seasons of Tir Amser, the leaders of the Rose Demesne. I hope we might be friends."

HalfTangible

2016-06-29, 01:48 PM

At first the Ancerin sailors were very unsure of why the other vessels wanted to eat hovering carts while wearing eelskin boots, but the raising of another flag, one well known across the seas cleared up any doubts. They themselves raised a flag acquiescing to the request of the Primal sailors.
(Assuming the Primals get in a boat and come over) As they approached, any confusion as to their identity was removed as their Primal origin was unmistakable.
"Primals? I wasn't aware they had a navy," said the captain, "Hmph... Everyone but the Emperor's been building ships lately it seems.
"Okay men! Look alive, we're receiving guests. And behave yourself, the women of Primus are not to be trifled with."Note to self: Ancerin sailors possibly dissatisfied with low boat output.

The red-skinned, horned woman who had rowed over was High Princess Crudice. She had come with two or three guards (naturally) and nodded to the sailors. "Yeah. We've got colonies in the Dawnsea now, so a Navy's become necessary. We might have to learn how your people communicate."

OOC: Ignore this if Phelnia is travelling incognito and wouldn't be recognised as the ruler of Primus or you have other RP plans.

Phelnia's reverie was interrupted by an Ancerin official in blue robes standing in front of a horse.
"High Queen Phelnia? On behalf of the City of Azandria and His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Spiridon, Lord Paramount of the South, may I be the first to welcome you to the city of Azandria on this most auspicious occasion. Your palanquin is waiting to bear you to the Saló. Unless of course you would prefer to walk or ride?"
((Nothing preplanned, I just had her show up for potential interaction with Nemeria. Time bubbles ahoy!))

Phelnia considered. She would have preferred to walk, but she was not as young as she used to be... No, she had plenty of strength left in her limbs to walk for a bit. She could probably refuse.

... On the other hand...

She smiled and bowed her head to the official. "I can walk, but I would not refuse a gift from the Emperor; I will gladly ride this... 'palanquin'. Forgive me, I do not recognize the term, is it some form of animal?"

Her guards here were Satsujin, judging from their black robes, but they did not speak a word. The Custodia Alta were nowhere to be seen.

BootStrapTommy

2016-06-29, 03:17 PM

A scowl crossed Dafydd Penddraig's face as he approached the gates of Azandria, his eyes drawn to the cluster of yellow tabards beneath the wall, as a young man was dragged from the sides of the gate by Ancerin soldiers. Nemerians.

The years had done little to improve the First Nihonwyr's temper; and neither had his brother's murder. Standing nearly six feet tall in a dour grey cloak that covered his Splint Mail and a Patria blade at his hip accompanied by his wild black mane, speckled with early grey, he gave the appearance a grizzled veteran warrior.

To his left, accompanied by the austere blades of the Grey Company, stood his niece, Aneira Penddraig, the newly crowned Exarch of the UNE. While her father had been a mountain of a Nihoni, Aneira stood a more reasonable height, nearly a head shorter than her uncle, her pleasant face framed by a mane of fiery red hair. She wore a comfortable traveling outfit under a dark cloak, the glistening blue-white sparkle of a Mithril shirt visible over her Spider Silk blouse. At her hip hung her father's blade, next to his Mithril mask, whose empty eyes stared outward from its place on her outer thigh.

Behind her the Awladal'ardi behemoth, Raj Achten, stood, towering at over everyone at over nine feet in height. Becowled and cloaked in flowing black, his rugged and beaten Splint hauberk peeked out from the folds of his loose fitting black garbs. His hand rested atop the hilt of his Mithril great sword at his hip, an unwieldy blade nearly as big as he.

The Nihoni delegation made their way through the gates, and then the city, on their way, as directed, to the Saló de Adunării.

Kythia

2016-06-29, 03:18 PM

Being one of the quickest overland routes for the Izele clans, they found themselves in Fantastigoria. The masked people within Primacentra itself did not know what to make of them at first, and the guards were all rather dressed impressively, though their masks - and those of everyone else's - were probably the most unique thing about each of them. While someone with power to welcome a Queen was fetched, each member of the Izele clan was offered a guest mask; plain white or black, and covering the upper face, but with holes for the eyes. The guards, used to doing so now, politely explained that within Fantastigoria, someone without a mask was much like someone without clothing, and that more ornate masks could be found upon request, but would still be asked to be returned. More formal - lasting - masks could be ordered, but only ones approved by the Maestro could become recognized as true faces.

Eventually - and not as long as one might think - someone was found, and it was perhaps obvious to Nonqaba and her retinue not from the person who approached, but by the way the guards began to stand up straighter and looked more alert. Without this cue, the small girl-child with the pointed ears might have been overlooked by the Queen of Bees. The simple white dress and golden armband was out-shined by the mask made primarily of silk and pearly white porcelain. The porcelain was streaked with a complex pattern of etchings in a peculiar mathematical pattern of soft spirals. The face had the roundness of youth, but the expression was coy, as though guarding an amusing secret. The flair of silk around the eyes resolved into elegant butterfly wings that reached around the sides and, when jostled by movement, they seemed to gently flap as though attempting to take off. It gave an air of mystery concealed by the charm of childish innocence.

Next to the young looking girl with blonde hair and a slowly building smile was an intense looking young boy with pointed ears, who was trying very hard to look like some kind of bodyguard, but though the swords upon his back appeared sharp - if foreign to the Izele Clan - the armor he wore did not seem to fit quite right, and it was almost comical in how he was made to move carefully in it.

"Greetings to you, Nonqaba, who some call the Queen of Bees." The girl-child said, and her voice held the same level of hidden amusement, even as her eyes seemed to be appraising the people before her. "I have been receiving many reports about you from the Stormlands and from Avonlea. Allow me to be the first to formally welcome you to the Grand Celebration. I am Lady Spring, Aletua Kellianth, one of the four Seasons of Tir Amser, the leaders of the Rose Demesne. I hope we might be friends."

The Izele looked to their putative queen who, after a brief pause, put one of the black masks on and spent a moment adjusting it so she could see clearly from the eyeholes. Following her lead the others did too.

Decently dressed now? Unlikely to cause a panic? Good. Her attention slipped from the guard to the couple in front of her. After a moment's pause she repeated The Stormlands? to one of her priests who replied with a brief phrase in their native language, doubtless a translation of the name. She nodded once again.

Ah, yes. The Stormlands. I have been meaning to send a someone there but time is so short, you understand? I sent someone to meet Avonlea though, we have one of their people. We should take one of yours, while we are here. Look she stepped aside to let her retinue put down the jars of honey. We have brought you gifts. Honey. And dog pups from the far North. She gestures at them in turn, the dogs have thin coats and are clearly from an equatorial region, not the polar ice caps you might imagine when someone claims they are from the "far north".

There's a brief burst of conversation in their native language, no apology or self-consciousness given for a conversation that excludes some participants. In fact non thought of, so foreign was the idea of meeting someone who didn't speak their language fluently. Eventually Nonqaba nods and turns to the girl with raised eyebrows. When she doesn't reply immediately she repeats the offer in Luskan. You are younger than we expected. If there is any help or advice we can offer, please do feel free to ask. It is a gift, like the honey and dogs. To show we want to be friends. I will leave some priests here as well to begin teaching your people.

Gengy

2016-06-29, 03:46 PM

The Izele looked to their putative queen who, after a brief pause, put one of the black masks on and spent a moment adjusting it so she could see clearly from the eyeholes. Following her lead the others did too.

Decently dressed now? Unlikely to cause a panic? Good. Her attention slipped from the guard to the couple in front of her. After a moment's pause she repeated The Stormlands? to one of her priests who replied with a brief phrase in their native language, doubtless a translation of the name. She nodded once again.

Ah, yes. The Stormlands. I have been meaning to send a someone there but time is so short, you understand? I sent someone to meet Avonlea though, we have one of their people. We should take one of yours, while we are here. Look she stepped aside to let her retinue put down the jars of honey. We have brought you gifts. Honey. And dog pups from the far North. She gestures at them in turn, the dogs have thin coats and are clearly from an equatorial region, not the polar ice caps you might imagine when someone claims they are from the "far north".

There's a brief burst of conversation in their native language, no apology or self-consciousness given for a conversation that excludes some participants. In fact non thought of, so foreign was the idea of meeting someone who didn't speak their language fluently. Eventually Nonqaba nods and turns to the girl with raised eyebrows. When she doesn't reply immediately she repeats the offer in Luskan. You are younger than we expected. If there is any help or advice we can offer, please do feel free to ask. It is a gift, like the honey and dogs. To show we want to be friends. I will leave some priests here as well to begin teaching your people.

Lady Spring began to giggle, though whether it was because of the puppies near her, or because of what was said is hard to imagine. "Your gifts are much appreciated. And I think... we have much to learn from each other. If you will follow me, I shall try to begin to explain."

So saying, Aleuta turned, and began to walk through the city, towards the harbor. It was a lengthy walk, but the young-looking girl was given many looks along the way, and several people nodded in respect, if they did not bow deeply. "I am not as young as you might think, Queen Nonqaba. I am of the Aeldir. Some call us elves, but we are not; not quite. The Aeldir have... many different things that make us unique, from elves and from other races as well. Among them, we have four different... forms, I suppose you might call them, though the word is not quite right. Each Season is represented by a particular age group. Winter has Aeldir whom appear to be our eldest, and it is true that there are more elders there than any other of the Courts, but there are some who are of the Spring Court whom are older than the newest of Winter. The Autumn Court appears to others as humans might think of as 'adults', while the Summer Court are what some might refer to as 'young adults' or 'teenagers'."

Waving at a young child of Fantastigoria - still in a child's mask - Aleuta continued, "And then there is the Spring Court. We appear as children, but I tell you truly, I am over one hundred and fifty years old. I am not the oldest of the Spring Court, but I am the most respected. It is my role among the Rose Demesne to negotiate trade matters, so the Honey and Pups you have brought were good examples of wisdom, and have peaked my interest. We get Honey from the Melzini Bees, in the islands to the northeast, but having more close by would be of great interest to a great many people. And well... I, like many of the Spring Court, do so like cute little puppies."

"If I might ask, though, what is it that you hope your priests might teach our people? Or the people of the Stormlands? I am not opposed to sending a Spring Girl to learn of your culture, nor am I opposed to the idea of hosting one of your priests, but such diplomatic measures are more in line with what Lady Autumn - excuse me, Duke Autumn these days - would be negotiating. The lines... blur sometimes, though. Perhaps if we made some other kind of deal, regarding trade..."

EtuBrutus

2016-06-29, 04:51 PM

Realising the child wasn't going to stop and unaware of his standing as son of the Archduke of Nemeria, the guards just waited for him to reach it and firmly grabbed hold of him to drag him the rest of the way. They were clearly not very happy with him. The second tallest among them grabbed hold of Andarious's shoulder and started leading him to the guard station in the adjacent tower, explaining to him just what was going on as he did so.
"Okay kid, now you're either a few planks short of a boat, have a death wish or just plain stupid. If you'd just gone down when asked we wouldn't be in this mess, but now I'm going to have to look after you until your parents get here."Andy made no struggle as the guards pulled him up, his eyes catching a view of the city as they dragged him into the tower. Now he knew where the taller buildings were.

Meanwhile, on the ground, the sergeant stood scowling as his men went back to their duties. The crowd began to disperse, talking and laughing to themselves about the spectacle as the sergeant scanned them for anyone who looked like they might know the crazy kid. Eventually his eyes alighted on Ysry and his companion and he approached them.
"Excuse me Signor, but do you know that boy?"

Phelnia's reverie was interrupted by an Ancerin official in blue robes standing in front of a horse.
"High Queen Phelnia? On behalf of the City of Azandria and His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Spiridon, Lord Paramount of the South, may I be the first to welcome you to the city of Azandria on this most auspicious occasion. Your palanquin is waiting to bear you to the Saló. Unless of course you would prefer to walk or ride?"
((Nothing preplanned, I just had her show up for potential interaction with Nemeria. Time bubbles ahoy!))

Phelnia considered. She would have preferred to walk, but she was not as young as she used to be... No, she had plenty of strength left in her limbs to walk for a bit. She could probably refuse.

... On the other hand...

She smiled and bowed her head to the official. "I can walk, but I would not refuse a gift from the Emperor; I will gladly ride this... 'palanquin'. Forgive me, I do not recognize the term, is it some form of animal?"

Her guards here were Satsujin, judging from their black robes, but they did not speak a word. The Custodia Alta were nowhere to be seen.A small band of marines, clad in their yondervoed splint and yellow tabards, stood around the Archduke as his eyes locked onto his son. As the guards dragged the boy up onto the walls, Ysry's ears picked up a familiar name spoken nearby. He turned, his eyes falling on a cloaked female figure speaking with an Ancerin official. Her voice, movements, and posture spoke volumes, as a large smile suddenly replaced his worried look. Phelnia

The sergeant's arrival and inquiry brought his attention back at hand. "Aye. My son."

That time bubble seemed a bit of a stretch and I couldn't figure out IC how to make the Archduke prioritize it over getting his son off the side of the gate. Needless to say, they have plenty of opportunities to cross paths later in the event. Though, a series of "they almost have a chance to talk, but no" encounters might build up the tension a bit more before a final actual meeting towards the end.

HalfTangible

2016-06-29, 05:10 PM

Andy made no struggle as the guards pulled him up, his eyes catching a view of the city as they dragged him into the tower. Now he knew where the taller buildings were.

A small band of marines, clad in their yondervoed splint and yellow tabards, stood around the Archduke as his eyes locked onto his son. As the guards dragged the boy up onto the walls, Ysry's ears picked up a familiar name spoken nearby. He turned, his eyes falling on a cloaked female figure speaking with an Ancerin official. Her voice, movements, and posture spoke volumes, as a large smile suddenly replaced his worried look. Phelnia

The sergeant's arrival and inquiry brought his attention back at hand. "Aye. My son."

That time bubble seemed a bit of a stretch and I couldn't figure out IC how to make the Archduke prioritize it over getting his son off the side of the gate. Needless to say, they have plenty of opportunities to cross paths later in the event. Though, a series of "they almost have a chance to talk, but no" encounters might build up the tension a bit more before a final actual meeting towards the end.

I actually meant that they'd meet up and talk later in the event, and THAT would be the time bubble. I'm going out of town Friday, so I wanted to get ahead on it. Ya know?

Waitin' a bit's good too.

Zayuz

2016-06-29, 07:09 PM

The Dynasty of Escaye had a new Queen; Made official only months before what was supposedly the grandest event in the history of Arandi. Surely it was to be a grand event, but the biggest event in history? If it were her hosting it, she would have much rather fueled the funds into a higher defense budget or the construction of a new colony.

But to be fair, Zellevera wasn't hosting it.

Regardless of what she thought, this was an excellent opportunity for the new leader to encounter her rivals at court. Having never been outside the southern federation of the Crystal Union before, she did find herself a tad.. Excited to be finally at the level in which people would want to see her. It was exhilarating to have command of so many people, and even more so when the people she didn't command worked to please her. For many days she sailed northbound to the islands of the sea of coin, quickly growing bored of blue seas and dizzying waves. She almost wished pirates would attack them, just so that she had something to participate in on the way there.

No attack came.

First contact (Elemental)

The first stop for her regal, fortified vessel was the docks of Azandria. Zellevera certainly noticed how prosperous the city was, but if she was impressed she did not show it. Wasting no time, the young queen exited her ship and entered the impressive gates. Her intentions were to meet with the Emperor of Anceris, who supposedly had never actually met with a Crystal Union leader. How this had never happened puzzled her, though she would happily accept the role as the one to change it. She passed the Nemerians on her way to the reception area, giving them only a curious glance in their direction as she moved along.

With two guards by her side she entered the reception room, seeing the Lady Speaker and advancing towards her. Zellevera wore a set of raven black clothes to go with her mid-length hair of the same color, which came down just past her elbows and down to her chest. As all Amal-Zaj did, she sported curved horned from her ear to the back of her head which ended on an almost pointy tip. Her clothing was highlighted in a crimson red, shining more brilliantly than the much duller red of the scales over her neck, arms, and other places. On her side she wore an axe, which she would assure the guard was just for her own defense.. Rumor had it that despite her age she was a decent fighter, but possessed the tactical knowledge of a seasoned commander.

"Greetings from the Crystal Union." She said upon seeing the Speaker, looking back to make sure her guards were in formation. "I am Zellevera, new Queen of my people, and I have come to speak with the Ancerin Emperor that has escaped the reach of our diplomacy for so long.." Her gaze returned to the woman, seemingly very sharp and alert to her surroundings. She allowed her voice to trail off, as if she were expecting to be let in at that very moment.

An oceanic encounter with the Lady of Spring (Gengy)

After meeting with her Ancerin host, the girl decided that it was only right to meet with the Spring Lady that 'The lady of Emeralds' had been so well acquainted with. Her next stop was not for an island, but rather the ship that hosted Lady Spring herself. Flying the flag of her people above her, it only took them a few hours to encounter them on the seas. A second flag was flown once they were found, requesting parley between the two of them.

The wooden vessel she drove was quite expensive, though perhaps not as high quality as those that the sea faring people of the Rose Courts or Anceris might have. Lateen sails were flown above it, and with them it was easy to make good time across the water. She was fortunate to not have to make her way to the northern lands on the backs of lizards, as she had learned people did in the past. Gods, that must have been so terribly inefficient.

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Elemental

2016-06-30, 03:53 AM

Note to self: Ancerin sailors possibly dissatisfied with low boat output.

The red-skinned, horned woman who had rowed over was High Princess Crudice. She had come with two or three guards (naturally) and nodded to the sailors. "Yeah. We've got colonies in the Dawnsea now, so a Navy's become necessary. We might have to learn how your people communicate."

The captain bowed as the High Princess boarded his ship, she did after all possess rather unique features so it was easy enough to recognise her.
"Welcome aboard the Osprey, Your Highness, I am Captain Jehan. It is a simple code Highness, any merchant captain could teach it to you though it seems a different system is used in Pavos. We keep a couple of sheets of paper around with the most common messages on it, I'll make sure to give you one."
He nodded to one of his men who went below deck.
"Now, I'm terribly sorry to have bothered you Highness, but you seem to have chosen a very concerning ensign. I am unsure if you are aware, but from a distance it bears a striking resemblance to the bleeding heart flag of the pirate Marcel Amadei who once terrorised the coast of Cerilin. I mean no disrespect as you are clearly not associated with him in any way as he died long before we were both born, but your choice might cause alarm among civilian shipping, particularly with so many important people sailing around at the moment."

((Nothing preplanned, I just had her show up for potential interaction with Nemeria. Time bubbles ahoy!))

Phelnia considered. She would have preferred to walk, but she was not as young as she used to be... No, she had plenty of strength left in her limbs to walk for a bit. She could probably refuse.

... On the other hand...

She smiled and bowed her head to the official. "I can walk, but I would not refuse a gift from the Emperor; I will gladly ride this... 'palanquin'. Forgive me, I do not recognize the term, is it some form of animal?"

Her guards here were Satsujin, judging from their black robes, but they did not speak a word. The Custodia Alta were nowhere to be seen.

"No Your Majesty. A palanquin is a type of litter borne on the shoulders of trained servants that one might ride above the crowd of the street. It has a roof and curtains that can be closed should the rider desire privacy."
She gestured to the waiting palanquin and the eight male servants awaiting her decision.
"If you are uncomfortable with being carried, you may take my horse instead."

The Nihoni delegation made their way through the gates, and then the city, on their way, as directed, to the Saló de Adunării.

The ushers showed the Nihoni delegation into the Reception Room where they were greeted by a tall woman clothed in purple and silver. She bowed before speaking.
"Greetings to you Noble Exarch. I am Romilda Lagana, Lady Speaker of the Civic Diet, and I welcome you to Azandria, Jewel of the Ocean Sea, on this most auspicious occasion. I am sure the Emperor is most eager to meet-"
It appeared that that was most definitely the case as Spiridon had moved to stand alongside Lady Romilda.
"Exarch Aneira, it is an honour to meet you. Your presence here on this day is no doubt a sign that the relationship between our peoples will continue to bring prosperity to both our realms."

The sergeant's arrival and inquiry brought his attention back at hand. "Aye. My son."

It was then that the sergeant noticed the soldiers who had accompanied and his expression changed from one of annoyance to one of irritation.
"My Lord, your son has committed an act of trespass punishable by a fine of one hundred silver Aspidas, which are these ones."
He reached into a pocket and took out a silver coin marked with the image of a heraldic shield to show to the Archduke.
"Now, if you'll come with me, I'll take you to your son and we can put this matter to rest.

Note: A silver Aspida is about twenty-five dollars. Also, he doesn't know it's Ysry, just some noble with a crazy son.

"Greetings from the Crystal Union." She said upon seeing the Speaker, looking back to make sure her guards were in formation. "I am Zellevera, new Queen of my people, and I have come to speak with the Ancerin Emperor that has escaped the reach of our diplomacy for so long.." Her gaze returned to the woman, seemingly very sharp and alert to her surroundings. She allowed her voice to trail off, as if she were expecting to be let in at that very moment.

Romilda bowed politely and chose to skip the full greeting given the foreign queen's stated desire to speak with the Emperor.
"Then it is my honour to be the first to officially welcome you. I will introduce you to His Majesty immediately. If you would follow me..."
Lady Romilda lead them across the Reception Room to where the Emperor was engaged in conversation with a member of the Symvium.
"Forgive me for interrupting Your Majesty, but may I introduce Her Majesty, Zellevera of the Crystal Union."
The Emperor nodded to his conversation partner who bowed and left the two sovereigns to talk.
"Queen Zellevera, I am Emperor Spiridon and I welcome you to the Isle of Anceris and to Azandria, the City of Glories and Most Precious Jewel of the East. Truly, I had not expected one of such exalted station to make the journey this far, to what do we owe this rare pleasure?"

lt_murgen

2016-06-30, 08:13 AM

**snip**

At some point, probably after the interaction with the Lady Spring, a short dark skinned woman approaches the group. She is wearing a mask that appears to be a large bird of prey, with red and gold feathers. She is a foot shorter than the queen, and not nearly as well muscled. She did, however, show some deference.

"Greetings, Nonqaba Shoska, Queen of Bees." SHe bowed, hands held at shoulder height, palms up. "Etasiel Ebrimred PhoenixCourser, "The Forbidden Courtesan”, Gearedlathe, Pontisep of the Seerono." She looked up, meeting th Queen's eyes. He hands curled inward, fingers touching shoulders. "The Queen of Bees has travelled from the far south to the Grnad Celebration. So too has the Pontisep. Perhaps discussion in the hopes of understanding, would be beneficial?

Melzini
Name an island you want to meet Lady Spring on, and I'll happily have her travel there.

Estasiel spent a good deal of time on Melzini. Officially, she was waiting on the Lady Spring. Unofficially, she was enjoying the hot sun and cool surf. She found it extremely pleasant to lie in the sun sipping wine and enjoying the company of the local men, and women. Her clothing went from thick and protective to gauzy and down-right scandalous, if the Truserchen had a concept of modesty. But they don’t, so at best the rest of the group could chide her for ‘going native’.

She knew better than to rush the Aeldir. Eventually her hired couriers would cross path’s with the Lady’s entourage, and they would have the chance to meet.

AZANDRIA

**snip**
But a stroke of ill fortune, the Seerono Celebratorian, as they called themselves, arrived at roughly the same time as the Nihoni. Estasiels experience with the Nihoni was limited. She took the Nemerians at their word that they were honorable allies and decent trading partners.

“Greetings, Dafydd Penddraig, Protector of the Exarch. And greetings, Aneira Penddraig, Exarch to be.” Dafydd stood a good 4 chain above her, yet she did not feel intimidated by his height or armor. Perhaps had she been better schooled militarily, she might have. “Perhaps the Pontisep and the Celebratorian can travel with the Nihoni honor guard into Azandria?”

Sometime after arriving

**snip
The Pontisep sought out the new Queen of the Crystal Union. Her predecessor, the Pontisep Emeritus, had made a royal mess of relationships across Arandi. His failure to rein in the Bestrewen and allow them to travel the world on the promise of funding the issue of their findings was catastrophic. Speaking with the leader of the Crystal Union was high on her list.

"Greetings, Zellevera, Queen of the Dynsasty of Escaye." SHe bowed, hands held at shoulder height, palms up. "Etasiel Ebrimred PhoenixCourser, "The Forbidden Courtesan”, Gearedlathe, Pontisep of the Seerono." She looked up, meeting th Queen's eyes. He hands curled inward, fingers touching shoulders. “The Seerono and the Crystal Union have had little formal interaction. Much of Arandi lies between. Yet not so much anymore. The world seems to shrink with every discovery. Yet here are two of the world’s female leaders, meeting at this grand celebration. Fortune favors both, does it not"?

Kythia

2016-06-30, 08:17 AM

Lady Spring began to giggle, though whether it was because of the puppies near her, or because of what was said is hard to imagine. "Your gifts are much appreciated. And I think... we have much to learn from each other. If you will follow me, I shall try to begin to explain."

So saying, Aleuta turned, and began to walk through the city, towards the harbor. It was a lengthy walk, but the young-looking girl was given many looks along the way, and several people nodded in respect, if they did not bow deeply. "I am not as young as you might think, Queen Nonqaba. I am of the Aeldir. Some call us elves, but we are not; not quite. The Aeldir have... many different things that make us unique, from elves and from other races as well. Among them, we have four different... forms, I suppose you might call them, though the word is not quite right. Each Season is represented by a particular age group. Winter has Aeldir whom appear to be our eldest, and it is true that there are more elders there than any other of the Courts, but there are some who are of the Spring Court whom are older than the newest of Winter. The Autumn Court appears to others as humans might think of as 'adults', while the Summer Court are what some might refer to as 'young adults' or 'teenagers'."

Waving at a young child of Fantastigoria - still in a child's mask - Aleuta continued, "And then there is the Spring Court. We appear as children, but I tell you truly, I am over one hundred and fifty years old. I am not the oldest of the Spring Court, but I am the most respected. It is my role among the Rose Demesne to negotiate trade matters, so the Honey and Pups you have brought were good examples of wisdom, and have peaked my interest. We get Honey from the Melzini Bees, in the islands to the northeast, but having more close by would be of great interest to a great many people. And well... I, like many of the Spring Court, do so like cute little puppies."

"If I might ask, though, what is it that you hope your priests might teach our people? Or the people of the Stormlands? I am not opposed to sending a Spring Girl to learn of your culture, nor am I opposed to the idea of hosting one of your priests, but such diplomatic measures are more in line with what Lady Autumn - excuse me, Duke Autumn these days - would be negotiating. The lines... blur sometimes, though. Perhaps if we made some other kind of deal, regarding trade..."

Nonqaba and her retinue listen intently to the explanation, although they do occasionally interrupt when one of them queries a Luskan word and one of the others translates, leaving the conversation a little stop-start-y at times.

I prefer them as puppies too. I will send you some puppies, some honey, and some recipes for honeyed dogmeat for when the puppies grow up. It is good. We have plenty, enough to share. We are going to breed the dogs to be bigger as well. Make them carry for us. We will show you how to do this. While she in no way appears insincere, she does seem a little distracted at times, as if thinking about something else; occasionally during pauses in the conversation she is caught staring appraisingly at any of the local Spring girls.

As for the priests, they will teach you how to set up the hives and related things. Of the Hive, your place in the Hive, how best to deal with those who deny their place in the Hive. Things like that. We are getting better at this, and will share. Still in an offhand and distracted tone of voice.

Your Duke Autumn is the man to talk to about this? I will talk to him about this. We organise in a similar way. Everyone has their jobs and responsibilities. With you I'll discuss gifts. There are a few problems about us giving you more - obviously if you come to collect them then your collectors will be captured and executed for not knowing their place in the Hive. We would need to come to you until you have learnt. But we are friends, there is no problem there. Giving you gifts of honey would leave space in our storerooms, and who knows, maybe there are gifts you wish to give us that we could store in that created space. Medicines and the like. Who knows, it's not clear. We should discuss that as well. Still distracted until eventually she sighs through her nose and shakes her head. If you were human you would be too young in the body to make more humans. Your summers, no, your autumns, no. Your winters, no but too old for women. From what you have said. Her tone of voice does its utmost to make that a question without ever going so far as to ask a question.

BootStrapTommy

2016-06-30, 10:46 AM

But a stroke of ill fortune, the Seerono Celebratorian, as they called themselves, arrived at roughly the same time as the Nihoni. Estasiels experience with the Nihoni was limited. She took the Nemerians at their word that they were honorable allies and decent trading partners.

“Greetings, Dafydd Penddraig, Protector of the Exarch. And greetings, Aneira Penddraig, Exarch to be.” Dafydd stood a good 4 chain above her, yet she did not feel intimidated by his height or armor. Perhaps had she been better schooled militarily, she might have. “Perhaps the Pontisep and the Celebratorian can travel with the Nihoni honor guard into Azandria?”Aneira smiled at the sight of the Pontisep. "Most certainly, Pontisep. The Nihoni would be delighted with your company."

Time bubble, hoozah! Also, technically, Aneira is formally crowned. I'm using her stats now.

The ushers showed the Nihoni delegation into the Reception Room where they were greeted by a tall woman clothed in purple and silver. She bowed before speaking.
"Greetings to you Noble Exarch. I am Romilda Lagana, Lady Speaker of the Civic Diet, and I welcome you to Azandria, Jewel of the Ocean Sea, on this most auspicious occasion. I am sure the Emperor is most eager to meet-"
It appeared that that was most definitely the case as Spiridon had moved to stand alongside Lady Romilda.
"Exarch Aneira, it is an honour to meet you. Your presence here on this day is no doubt a sign that the relationship between our peoples will continue to bring prosperity to both our realms."Aneira gave a short bow. "It is an honor to meet you as well, Emperor. My father spoke most highly of the Ancerin. He viewed Anceris as an important partner to the Exarchate. 'Our Gatekeepers', he often called the Empire."

An expression crossed her face as if remembering something. "Are you perchance acquainted with Pontisep Etasiel of Seerono? She and hers have proven valuable allies since my father's death."

EtuBrutus

2016-06-30, 11:20 AM

It was then that the sergeant noticed the soldiers who had accompanied and his expression changed from one of annoyance to one of irritation.
"My Lord, your son has committed an act of trespass punishable by a fine of one hundred silver Aspidas, which are these ones."
He reached into a pocket and took out a silver coin marked with the image of a heraldic shield to show to the Archduke.
"Now, if you'll come with me, I'll take you to your son and we can put this matter to rest.

Note: A silver Aspida is about twenty-five dollars. Also, he doesn't know it's Ysry, just some noble with a crazy son."If his mother doesn't kill me first, that kid will be the death of me."

Ysry followed the sergeant to where his son was being kept. Andy sat on a chair, in a room with a handful of guards. A sly smile was still spread across his face, even as his father entered the room. Vas and his Marines stayed outside.

Ysry's hand shot out, buffeting the boy upside the head. "Andarious Titus Brynjolf," the slightest hint of a grin was visible on Ysry's face, "Be glad your mother isn't here. Because you'd have a much worse day."

He stood in front of the boy, staring down at him. The smile on Andy's faced waned, slowly replaced by worry.

"For Caern's sake, Andarious, you're the Heir of Nemeria. I won't always be around to save you, and when I'm not you better be capable of saving yourself. You have to be careful, not reckless."

Shock passed over Andy's face. "But.. you weren't careful when you were my age."

"When I was your age, your grandfather ruled only Nemeria itself. And my father was yet a seemingly healthy man. You've a better chance to prepare yourself to become Archduke than I did, I suggest that you do so."

"Y.. yes, father."

"Sincerest apologies, gentlemen. I came to speak with the Emperor. Perhaps you could escort me to his location?"

Gengy

2016-06-30, 12:08 PM

Nonqaba and her retinue listen intently to the explanation, although they do occasionally interrupt when one of them queries a Luskan word and one of the others translates, leaving the conversation a little stop-start-y at times.

I prefer them as puppies too. I will send you some puppies, some honey, and some recipes for honeyed dogmeat for when the puppies grow up. It is good. We have plenty, enough to share. We are going to breed the dogs to be bigger as well. Make them carry for us. We will show you how to do this. While she in no way appears insincere, she does seem a little distracted at times, as if thinking about something else; occasionally during pauses in the conversation she is caught staring appraisingly at any of the local Spring girls.

As for the priests, they will teach you how to set up the hives and related things. Of the Hive, your place in the Hive, how best to deal with those who deny their place in the Hive. Things like that. We are getting better at this, and will share. Still in an offhand and distracted tone of voice.

Your Duke Autumn is the man to talk to about this? I will talk to him about this. We organise in a similar way. Everyone has their jobs and responsibilities. With you I'll discuss gifts. There are a few problems about us giving you more - obviously if you come to collect them then your collectors will be captured and executed for not knowing their place in the Hive. We would need to come to you until you have learnt. But we are friends, there is no problem there. Giving you gifts of honey would leave space in our storerooms, and who knows, maybe there are gifts you wish to give us that we could store in that created space. Medicines and the like. Who knows, it's not clear. We should discuss that as well. Still distracted until eventually she sighs through her nose and shakes her head. If you were human you would be too young in the body to make more humans. Your summers, no, your autumns, no. Your winters, no but too old for women. From what you have said. Her tone of voice does its utmost to make that a question without ever going so far as to ask a question.

Behind the butterfly mask, Lady Spring looked upon the Queen of Bees with a sly smile. "If you are asking me how Aeldir reproduce, I will point out that the Summer and Winter courts have found humans - especially those from Avonlea - quite interesting. However, the primary way we make new Aeldir is... not something I am comfortable discussing. Among my many titles, I am the Matron of the New. Let us just say that my duties include not just new ideas, but assisting with the careful growth of new Aeldir. And that is all I am going to say on the matter."

"Friends we might become, but some things are secrets that run so deep, to speak them would be to cheapen them." Lady Aleuta turned her attention back to Fantastigoria, and could see that the harbor was coming in sight. "I will be pleased to discuss matters of... exchanging gifts with you. Avonlea has something we call 'The Dawnsea Route', which is a large system of bartering for many different gifts. I will review this matter with Queen Aris, and if the merchants are not too stretched, placing your Pups and Honey upon this Route would be quite favorable. Otherwise, perhaps the Union of Besina would be open to more trade. I will consider it and get back to you."

"Now, the Harbor comes up, and that is where a great deal of the party is happening... at least, here. If you and yours would like to see other islands, meet other political powers, or just generally enjoy a cruise around the Sea of Coin, please feel free to ask myself, Duke Autumn, or if you see her, the Queen of Aonvlea. We would be honored to have you either aboard one of our own vessels, or assist you in locating someone whom would take you to where ever you wished to go, in exchange for some of the gifts you have brought. In the meantime, I am quite pleased to continue conversing with you, if you had further questions!"

An oceanic encounter with the Lady of Spring (Gengy)

After meeting with her Ancerin host, the girl decided that it was only right to meet with the Spring Lady that 'The lady of Emeralds' had been so well acquainted with. Her next stop was not for an island, but rather the ship that hosted Lady Spring herself. Flying the flag of her people above her, it only took them a few hours to encounter them on the seas. A second flag was flown once they were found, requesting parley between the two of them.

The wooden vessel she drove was quite expensive, though perhaps not as high quality as those that the sea faring people of the Rose Courts or Anceris might have. Lateen sails were flown above it, and with them it was easy to make good time across the water. She was fortunate to not have to make her way to the northern lands on the backs of lizards, as she had learned people did in the past. Gods, was so terribly inefficient.

To be perfectly honest, Lady Spring missed the Crystal Theona. The small merchant vessel had been her ship of choice for many years, and the captain had become a rather well respected merchant because of her influence; this meant that he was always willing to do whatever Aleuta asked, without question. It had made for a comfortable, if mostly unimpressive, ride.

In contrast, the Memory of Beagen was undeniably impressive. The first of the Aeldir Phantom Class ships to come from Ian Porffor, the Memory of Beagen was the latest testament to shipbuilding, and arguably one of the most impressive vessels sailing in the Sea of Coin. Aleuta would have preferred the smaller vessel, but for once, she allowed her bodyguard Eoghan to convince her that a full guard of Spring Boys when traveling between islands was wise. The Iron Gauntlet might not be the only group of people whom might wish an 'accident' to befall Lady Spring, so Aleuta chose to look at this as a chance to show off the Phantom Class ships that the Winter Court had developed.

Combining several recent innovations in modern shipbuilding, the Aeldir Phantom Ship is an uncharacteristic leap forward in the naval doctrine of the Demesne. Constructed with multiple decks and relying primarily on sails for propulsion, it is a ship class clearly designed to conquer the open sea. Designed with a prow equipped to spew forth Faolan's Fog, the Phantom Ship is an eerie sight in motion, a mobile fogbank with a shadowed heart. Its main deck bristling with the coldblood tips of ballista bolts, its hold sufficient to supply a sizable force on an ocean crossing, the Memory of Beagen was among the furthest things from a simple merchant vessel.

It did not help that the captain was more concerned with the ship than seeing to Aleuta's needs. Spring Boys were just becoming more and more willful, and Captain Hywel was taking his cue from Duke Autumn, and not other Spring Court members. Aleuta had half a mind to order him tied to the tiller of the Beagen for a few hours, just to see how he would respond after. She still might, if she had to listen to another version of his speech about how precious and wonderful the Phantom Class ships were; no matter how respectfully voiced his opinion might be.

The other crew members, though, were taking orders well. Captain's orders when related to ship matters, and Aleuta's orders when related to her own needs; which she tried to keep few, as she was busily exploring the multiple decks of the Memory of Beagen with a glee that she hadn't felt since living in Primus. There were so many hiding places in a ship this size. If they could make them a little bigger, and with some hiding places built intentionally, then a enemy boarding party would find itself facing a veritable ghost ship that fought back.

It was with some regret that she left off her musings when Eoghan informed her that a vessel had been spotted, flying the flag of the Crystal Union; and more specifically, the flag of the Dynasty of Escaye. At first, Aleuta thought it might be Lilia, but alas, as they closed the distance and the Phantom Class ship lowered a long boarding plank, Lady Spring could see it was not, and was likely the new Queen: Zellevera.

Time to see if she is as abrasive as Lilia said, Lady Aleuta thought to herself.

She was about to call out a greeting, when Captain Hywel blundered past and called down, "Ho to the other ship! State your business!"

Hywel was oblivious to the thoughtful glare that Lady Spring gave him, but many of the other nearby Spring Boys flinched just from the sight of it. Aleuta just boggled at the idea of this disrespect, and resolved to herself, Yes. A few hours lashed to the tiller will improve his mood considerably.

Estasiel spent a good deal of time on Melzini. Officially, she was waiting on the Lady Spring. Unofficially, she was enjoying the hot sun and cool surf. She found it extremely pleasant to lie in the sun sipping wine and enjoying the company of the local men, and women. Her clothing went from thick and protective to gauzy and down-right scandalous, if the Truserchen had a concept of modesty. But they don’t, so at best the rest of the group could chide her for ‘going native’.

She knew better than to rush the Aeldir. Eventually her hired couriers would cross path’s with the Lady’s entourage, and they would have the chance to meet.

"Excuse me, Pontisep Estasiel?" A Spring Girl, just slipping off the back of an Elephant Salvax, approached with respect. "I am Lady Owena. I understand you were hoping to speak with Lady Spring, or someone from the Spring Court?"

Zayuz

2016-06-30, 06:35 PM

Romilda bowed politely and chose to skip the full greeting given the foreign queen's stated desire to speak with the Emperor.
"Then it is my honour to be the first to officially welcome you. I will introduce you to His Majesty immediately. If you would follow me..."
Lady Romilda lead them across the Reception Room to where the Emperor was engaged in conversation with a member of the Symvium.
"Forgive me for interrupting Your Majesty, but may I introduce Her Majesty, Zellevera of the Crystal Union."
The Emperor nodded to his conversation partner who bowed and left the two sovereigns to talk.
"Queen Zellevera, I am Emperor Spiridon and I welcome you to the Isle of Anceris and to Azandria, the City of Glories and Most Precious Jewel of the East. Truly, I had not expected one of such exalted station to make the journey this far, to what do we owe this rare pleasure?"

As Zellevera made her way to the reception room she allowed her eyes to wander the impressive palace walls. This was certainly a place to long for.. In Xeroas, there was never as luxurious a thing such as this built for her needs. She made a mental note to fix that. The young queen waited politely for his company to excuse himself, very pleased with the rapidity of her entrance.

The girl made a small smile to her host for but a moment, looking upon the regal figure and attempting to memorize him in her mind. "It is a pleasure to be here, I can truthfully say that no other event in my life has even come close to this proportion. I've heard people talk of it, and say that it is perhaps the biggest event in the history of Arandi.. I'd sooner be caught dead than to miss this opportunity to meet so many prominent figures from across the seas." She paused a moment, allowing a comfortable silence to fill the air before continuing. "With that said, the reason I'm here is actually to simply become acquainted with others of power in the north; and the emperor of Anceris himself.." Zellevera shifted slightly on the spot, taking a breath before she continued. "But why him in particular one might ask? Aside from being our host, this is because I've been thinking upon a global problem that your people have been very actively fighting against - The Iron Gauntlet."

"Now.. It is no question that these assassins are both elusive and honourless. To have them around does nobody any good, aside from those who would stoop low enough to use them. Nobody has been able to locate them after they were removed, and this.. Well, this is a problem. I'm not going to dance around it, so here's my thought. I think their base might be located on the mysterious island that keeps appearing and disappearing all over Arandi over the past several years." She stopped, looking him in the eyes and wanting to gauge his initial reaction before continuing.

Sometime after arriving

The Pontisep sought out the new Queen of the Crystal Union. Her predecessor, the Pontisep Emeritus, had made a royal mess of relationships across Arandi. His failure to rein in the Bestrewen and allow them to travel the world on the promise of funding the issue of their findings was catastrophic. Speaking with the leader of the Crystal Union was high on her list.

"Greetings, Zellevera, Queen of the Dynsasty of Escaye." She bowed, hands held at shoulder height, palms up. "Etasiel Ebrimred PhoenixCourser, "The Forbidden Courtesan”, Gearedlathe, Pontisep of the Seerono." She looked up, meeting the Queen's eyes. He hands curled inward, fingers touching shoulders. “The Seerono and the Crystal Union have had little formal interaction. Much of Arandi lies between. Yet not so much anymore. The world seems to shrink with every discovery. Yet here are two of the world’s female leaders, meeting at this grand celebration. Fortune favors both, does it not"?

"It does indeed." Zellevera replies with a smug smile, instantly taking a liking to the formal way she spoke and her foreign beauty. There was something about it that just clicked with her, though she couldn't say what. She made a habit of studying the other leader, to find out what kind of person she was. She seemed very well mannered, and eloquent at that. While Etasiel's hands were up around her shoulders, Zellevera's stayed stationed by her side, though she did bow her head in greeting. Her eyes would only half stay in contact with her partner of conversation; but not because she was distracted or disinterested. "This is history in the making - The very first contact with a nation from so far away across the land and the seas.. I've heard much of your people's discoveries; though seen little in person. Some of the research has yet to reach the south.." Her voice trails off for a moment, and she makes a small gasp, the very image of an idea rising to her face.

"Actually, if you had a moment there was something I think I should propose to you.." A smile slowly formed on her lips, the thought of a deal being woven in her mind. This chance meeting might just work out in her favour.

To be perfectly honest, Lady Spring missed the Crystal Theona. The small merchant vessel had been her ship of choice for many years, and the captain had become a rather well respected merchant because of her influence; this meant that he was always willing to do whatever Aleuta asked, without question. It had made for a comfortable, if mostly unimpressive, ride.

In contrast, the Memory of Beagen was undeniably impressive. The first of the Aeldir Phantom Class ships to come from Ian Porffor, the Memory of Beagen was the latest testament to shipbuilding, and arguably one of the most impressive vessels sailing in the Sea of Coin. Aleuta would have preferred the smaller vessel, but for once, she allowed her bodyguard Eoghan to convince her that a full guard of Spring Boys when traveling between islands was wise. The Iron Gauntlet might not be the only group of people whom might wish an 'accident' to befall Lady Spring, so Aleuta chose to look at this as a chance to show off the Phantom Class ships that the Winter Court had developed.

Combining several recent innovations in modern shipbuilding, the Aeldir Phantom Ship is an uncharacteristic leap forward in the naval doctrine of the Demesne. Constructed with multiple decks and relying primarily on sails for propulsion, it is a ship class clearly designed to conquer the open sea. Designed with a prow equipped to spew forth Faolan's Fog, the Phantom Ship is an eerie sight in motion, a mobile fogbank with a shadowed heart. Its main deck bristling with the coldblood tips of ballista bolts, its hold sufficient to supply a sizable force on an ocean crossing, the Memory of Beagen was among the furthest things from a simple merchant vessel.

It did not help that the captain was more concerned with the ship than seeing to Aleuta's needs. Spring Boys were just becoming more and more willful, and Captain Hywel was taking his cue from Duke Autumn, and not other Spring Court members. Aleuta had half a mind to order him tied to the tiller of the Beagen for a few hours, just to see how he would respond after. She still might, if she had to listen to another version of his speech about how precious and wonderful the Phantom Class ships were; no matter how respectfully voiced his opinion might be.

The other crew members, though, were taking orders well. Captain's orders when related to ship matters, and Aleuta's orders when related to her own needs; which she tried to keep few, as she was busily exploring the multiple decks of the Memory of Beagen with a glee that she hadn't felt since living in Primus. There were so many hiding places in a ship this size. If they could make them a little bigger, and with some hiding places built intentionally, then a enemy boarding party would find itself facing a veritable ghost ship that fought back.

It was with some regret that she left off her musings when Eoghan informed her that a vessel had been spotted, flying the flag of the Crystal Union; and more specifically, the flag of the Dynasty of Escaye. At first, Aleuta thought it might be Lilia, but alas, as they closed the distance and the Phantom Class ship lowered a long boarding plank, Lady Spring could see it was not, and was likely the new Queen: Zellevera.

Time to see if she is as abrasive as Lilia said, Lady Aleuta thought to herself.

She was about to call out a greeting, when Captain Hywel blundered past and called down, "Ho to the other ship! State your business!"

Hywel was oblivious to the thoughtful glare that Lady Spring gave him, but many of the other nearby Spring Boys flinched just from the sight of it. Aleuta just boggled at the idea of this disrespect, and resolved to herself, Yes. A few hours lashed to the tiller will improve his mood considerably.

Of all the things Zellevera had seen during her time at the festivities, the Aeldir Phantom Ship was both the most impressive and the most alarming of them all. Her ship looked like they were much more prepared to attack the nearest harbour than visit it, but it wasn't like they were meeting on hostile terms.. After all, Lady Spring had never met her before.. And what would an Aeldir know of Zaj politics?

Nervously, her vessel came along the side of the larger, battle-ready Aeldir ship. At this point her 'speaker' returned the message.. "Queen Zellevera of Escaye wishes to parley with the Aeldir Lady of Spring should she be located aboard the vessel, as we were told by those on the shore." With a bit of confusion, the boarding plank was accepted on to the deck, and the queen was beckoned aboard. Zellevera waited for another few moments as this happened, drinking in the sight of her rival's friend's ship; gritting her teeth as she did. So this is the backup that Lilia threatened to call. She would be right to fear it, especially without the rumored 'sea fire' that saw use in the north. Fighting this would be a nightmare, especially in the dense fog that surrounded it.

Finally she stepped forwards, putting one confident foot in front of the other as she mounted the other vessel. Once she was aboard, the Queen looked among the people for Lady Spring, finding her rather quickly among the sailors. Like every time she encountered someone, Lilia starred at her for a solid second before nodding, extending her greetings in a serious, somewhat guarded tone. "Greetings Lady Spring, I am Zellevera; the new Queen of Xeroas and successor elected by fate to continue Lilia's task of keeping our nation running smoothly. I understand you were good friends with her. ..I can't say I'm sorry for the way things played out, though I do hope that we might.. Get to know one another. Before your nap. I've not met an Aeldir before, and I must say that up close you don't look nearly as fierce as I'd imagined from the stories that depict you." A smile crossed her lips, though it was more one of amusement than delight. Two men followed her up from behind, both armed as they crossed the boarding plank. They kept their distance from Lady Spring, but made sure to stay close enough to Zellevera to intervene if the need should arise.

HalfTangible

2016-06-30, 08:34 PM

The captain bowed as the High Princess boarded his ship, she did after all possess rather unique features so it was easy enough to recognise her.
"Welcome aboard the Osprey, Your Highness, I am Captain Jehan. It is a simple code Highness, any merchant captain could teach it to you though it seems a different system is used in Pavos. We keep a couple of sheets of paper around with the most common messages on it, I'll make sure to give you one."
He nodded to one of his men who went below deck.
"Now, I'm terribly sorry to have bothered you Highness, but you seem to have chosen a very concerning ensign. I am unsure if you are aware, but from a distance it bears a striking resemblance to the bleeding heart flag of the pirate Marcel Amadei who once terrorised the coast of Cerilin. I mean no disrespect as you are clearly not associated with him in any way as he died long before we were both born, but your choice might cause alarm among civilian shipping, particularly with so many important people sailing around at the moment."She blinked, thjen looked back up to the flag. She stared at it for a few moments, then looked back to Jehan. "All due respect, captain, that's the Imperium's flag. We're not taking it down."

"And wouldn't a flagless ship raise an even bigger alarm in a gathering like this anyway?"

"No Your Majesty. A palanquin is a type of litter borne on the shoulders of trained servants that one might ride above the crowd of the street. It has a roof and curtains that can be closed should the rider desire privacy."
She gestured to the waiting palanquin and the eight male servants awaiting her decision.
"If you are uncomfortable with being carried, you may take my horse instead."She shook her head. "As I said, I would not refuse the Emperor's gift."

Or these very fine servants. Mhm~ She lowered her hood for a moment (revealing her terribly scarred visage) and gave one of them a kiss on the cheek as she climbed up. "Thank you boys." A bit young for her, perhaps, but certainly worth a look.

She made her way into the palanquin. She'd have to remember these - this was a way to travel in grandeur, sure, but it could also be used in war for supply transport... Actually, if you lashed it to an elephant and gave it some wheels, the elephant could pull more than 8 servants could ever lift... or one could mount something like this onto an elephant; it would act as a mobile platform of sorts, for weaponry.

Hm. This trip was already worth it.

Tychris1

2016-06-30, 11:43 PM

Melzini

The Horseman Death, Fjolda Niffeldruch, waited patiently on the blasted sands of this forsaken island. She was entering into the twilight years of her life, her once fantastical and much rumored of flowing white hair was tainted with veins of silver and gray, and her bones ached slightly more with each passing day. The temperature of this ridiculous patch of dirt in the middle of nowhere halfway across the world didn't help matters either. Yet she had endured far worse and didn't rise to the position she held now by having a short temper and a whiny demeanor. Unlike certain other horseman. Resting with both her hands upon a bastard sword's pommel, its tip buried partially within the sand below, she watched the waves crash against the beach with an odd sense of tranquility, and muttered oaths to the Fimbulvintr as she waited for the Heretical Serpent-Spawn to show up.

Aedilred

2016-07-01, 05:16 AM

Melzini

The sandy beaches of Melzini were close enough to his native lands of Nand that Ardashir felt almost at home here, though the standard of architecture was not quite up to that of his kingdom, nor even of Villae Fantomae. Urug and Marog, his Braal bodyguards, were another relatively new feature - one he would have experienced at home too, no doubt, but still sufficiently novel as to add to the feelings of unfamiliarity, and indeed of lack of civilisation. For all that one should not underestimate the Braal - and Ardashir had spoken both to Urug and Marog and to higher-ranking Braal nobles to recognise there was certainly no lack of intelligence behind their brutish exterior - they could not be accused of being a cultured people. Drinking, wrestling, feasting, these were their preoccupations, what they sought to practise while he might prefer to read, or have music performed for him. Still, when on duty they were tolerable enough.

The high-pitched sound of children penetrated his ears and he scowled instinctively. Were children not supposed to be seen and not heard? And preferably not seen either, if he had aught to do with it. Then he remembered himself - not spoiled brats, but their honoured hosts. That hardly improved his mood, though as he scanned the group of Spring Aeldir to identify she whom he sought he reflected that he did at least have business to attend to with them. He identified Aleuta and made his way over.

"Lady Spring!" he called, his voice somehow at odds with the tropical warmth of their surroundings, like the first bugle call of a frosty morning, the chill still on the brass.

lt_murgen

2016-07-01, 08:18 AM

"It does indeed." Zellevera replies with a smug smile, instantly taking a liking to the formal way she spoke and her foreign beauty. There was something about it that just clicked with her, though she couldn't say what. She made a habit of studying the other leader, to find out what kind of person she was. She seemed very well mannered, and eloquent at that. While Etasiel's hands were up around her shoulders, Zellevera's stayed stationed by her side, though she did bow her head in greeting. Her eyes would only half stay in contact with her partner of conversation; but not because she was distracted or disinterested. "This is history in the making - The very first contact with a nation from so far away across the land and the seas.. I've heard much of your people's discoveries; though seen little in person. Some of the research has yet to reach the south.." Her voice trails off for a moment, and she makes a small gasp, the very image of an idea rising to her face.

"Actually, if you had a moment there was something I think I should propose to you.." A smile slowly formed on her lips, the thought of a deal being woven in her mind. This chance meeting might just work out in her favour.

"The Seerono, and the Truserchen in particular, seek knowledge and to spread learning wherever possible. If the Queen permits, scholars could be made available to inform and instruct. Of course, these same scholars also seek new knowledge to bring back to the Unicity."

"Excuse me, Pontisep Estasiel?" A Spring Girl, just slipping off the back of an Elephant Salvax, approached with respect. "I am Lady Owena. I understand you were hoping to speak with Lady Spring, or someone from the Spring Court?"

Estasiel lifted her head from its resting place on the washboard abs of a local Islander. Seeing the official messenger, she composed herself and sat up. "Lady Owena, greetings. The Pontisep does wish to speak to Lady Spring on a matter of some sensitivity to the Aeldir Courts. If the Spring Lady is unavailable, the Pontisep will pen a letter to Lady Spring, provided Lady Owena assures its confidentiality."

Estasiel glanced back at the blanket, the wine, and the company. "OF course, Estasiel is willing to wait a week or more, should the Lasy Spring be arriving any time soon. The companionship here is remarkable."

Gengy

2016-07-01, 08:42 AM

Of all the things Zellevera had seen during her time at the festivities, the Aeldir Phantom Ship was both the most impressive and the most alarming of them all. Her ship looked like they were much more prepared to attack the nearest harbour than visit it, but it wasn't like they were meeting on hostile terms.. After all, Lady Spring had never met her before.. And what would an Aeldir know of Zaj politics?

Nervously, her vessel came along the side of the larger, battle-ready Aeldir ship. At this point her 'speaker' returned the message.. "Queen Zellevera of Escaye wishes to parley with the Aeldir Lady of Spring should she be located aboard the vessel, as we were told by those on the shore." With a bit of confusion, the boarding plank was accepted on to the deck, and the queen was beckoned aboard. Zellevera waited for another few moments as this happened, drinking in the sight of her rival's friend's ship; gritting her teeth as she did. So this is the backup that Lilia threatened to call. She would be right to fear it, especially without the rumored 'sea fire' that saw use in the north. Fighting this would be a nightmare, especially in the dense fog that surrounded it.

Finally she stepped forwards, putting one confident foot in front of the other as she mounted the other vessel. Once she was aboard, the Queen looked among the people for Lady Spring, finding her rather quickly among the sailors. Like every time she encountered someone, Lilia starred at her for a solid second before nodding, extending her greetings in a serious, somewhat guarded tone. "Greetings Lady Spring, I am Zellevera; the new Queen of Xeroas and successor elected by fate to continue Lilia's task of keeping our nation running smoothly. I understand you were good friends with her. ..I can't say I'm sorry for the way things played out, though I do hope that we might.. Get to know one another. Before your nap. I've not met an Aeldir before, and I must say that up close you don't look nearly as fierce as I'd imagined from the stories that depict you." A smile crossed her lips, though it was more one of amusement than delight. Two men followed her up from behind, both armed as they crossed the boarding plank. They kept their distance from Lady Spring, but made sure to stay close enough to Zellevera to intervene if the need should arise.

The mention of her Nap annoyed Lady Spring, but Aleuta did not allow it to show on her face. Zellevera had no basis for a reason as to why the Nap would be an inconvenience for Aleuta; for that mater, Aleuta was still struggling with the idea of why the Nap bothered her so much, though she was reasonably certain it was the Cave itself, and not the Ritual. The unholy Cave was a place that Aleuta never wanted to set foot again, but if the honor of Lady Spring was to be preserved, into the Cave she would go.

"It surprises me, Queen Zellevera, that you have not met an Aeldir before." Lady Spring said carefully. "Especially with the duly appointed Lady Kigva living within Xeroas; by all reports, she has made every effort to meet with you since even before your formal coronation, yet there always seemed to be... reasons... that her visits were inconvenient."

"Had time been made for her, I am certain you would have learned much about our ways; that is, after all, part of the reason she is there: to teach and advise, if you let her." Aleuta smiled slowly, "And show you that the Spring Court is not something to be seen as fierce."

"We can be fierce when we need to be, though!" Captain Hywel spoke up, not too far away. This time, though, he managed to see Lady Spring's face as she looked at him; it was part confusion at being interrupted, and part disappointed disdain. The first mate - whose named escaped Aleuta at the moment, but one she promised herself she would learn - grabbed the Captain bodily and quickly moved him away from the Queen and the Season.

Lady Aleuta continued as if nothing happened, "We are the friendliest of Aeldir. Former Queen Lilia and I got along quite well, because we decided to be friends. I should like to continue that relationship with whomever rules in Xeroas. So why have you never met Lady Kigva?"

Melzini

The Horseman Death, Fjolda Niffeldruch, waited patiently on the blasted sands of this forsaken island. She was entering into the twilight years of her life, her once fantastical and much rumored of flowing white hair was tainted with veins of silver and gray, and her bones ached slightly more with each passing day. The temperature of this ridiculous patch of dirt in the middle of nowhere halfway across the world didn't help matters either. Yet she had endured far worse and didn't rise to the position she held now by having a short temper and a whiny demeanor. Unlike certain other horseman. Resting with both her hands upon a bastard sword's pommel, its tip buried partially within the sand below, she watched the waves crash against the beach with an odd sense of tranquility, and muttered oaths to the Fimbulvintr as she waited for the Heretical Serpent-Spawn to show up.

The Nifhel was watched by many people. People who mostly suddenly remembered they had something very important to do elsewhere. Like report Fjolda to some guards. Which was why most of the people watching the Horseman were armed, and staying a respectful distance away. Finally, one of the Spring Boys that had helped to flesh out the guards for the island - working in conjunction with the Melzini humans with their sharp spears and only two decades of training in war (yet no real battle experience) - came over and bowed respectfully in full view of the Horseman.

"Lady of Nifhel. Your very presence makes many of the Islanders quake in fear. You are... welcome on the island, as part of the Celebration. Yet, every guard within eyesight would feel much better if we knew: Is there someone here that you await? Someone we could perhaps fetch for you?" Someone we could get to get you off the island quicker was very clearly not said aloud.

Melzini

The sandy beaches of Melzini were close enough to his native lands of Nand that Ardashir felt almost at home here, though the standard of architecture was not quite up to that of his kingdom, nor even of Villae Fantomae. Urug and Marog, his Braal bodyguards, were another relatively new feature - one he would have experienced at home too, no doubt, but still sufficiently novel as to add to the feelings of unfamiliarity, and indeed of lack of civilisation. For all that one should not underestimate the Braal - and Ardashir had spoken both to Urug and Marog and to higher-ranking Braal nobles to recognise there was certainly no lack of intelligence behind their brutish exterior - they could not be accused of being a cultured people. Drinking, wrestling, feasting, these were their preoccupations, what they sought to practise while he might prefer to read, or have music performed for him. Still, when on duty they were tolerable enough.

The high-pitched sound of children penetrated his ears and he scowled instinctively. Were children not supposed to be seen and not heard? And preferably not seen either, if he had aught to do with it. Then he remembered himself - not spoiled brats, but their honoured hosts. That hardly improved his mood, though as he scanned the group of Spring Aeldir to identify she whom he sought he reflected that he did at least have business to attend to with them. He identified Aleuta and made his way over.

"Lady Spring!" he called, his voice somehow at odds with the tropical warmth of their surroundings, like the first bugle call of a frosty morning, the chill still on the brass.

Though Lady Spring traveled to many different islands for the Celebration, it was with some amount of pleasure that she stopped upon Melzini. The Islanders were in a power struggle between faiths, and yet, they were still friendly and liked to party. The Grand Celebration seemed to be a perfect thing for them. Under the guise of additional guards, though, Lady Owena and Warchod Prejudice along with a compliment of Deucant Lexion - Coldblood Spear wielders - were slowly training members of the guards whom followed the Old Gods, while those whom followed the Pale Lady were sent on maneuvers at sea, there to stand watch, and warn away ships from approaching the volcanic island, Touca.

Upon docking on Melzini, Lady Spring was surprised to find so many people here already. The Memory of Beagen was not the only ship taking up the cove that had been transformed into a dock - one that was likely to become permanent, and was earning the name 'Monpaket Cove' - even if the Aeldir Phantom Ship was arguably the most impressive one here. Aleuta and Eoghan walked down to the beaches of Melzini, and were greeted immediately by a mix of Islanders and Spring Court members. The fact that Lady Owena was not here, though, was rather telling. Many guests meant that a host could not greet everyone personally, and Aleuta did not take the lack of Owena here as a slight, but rather as a warning: there were quite a few people here to see.

She wandered the beaches, making the acquaintance of many, surrounded by Spring Girls whose child-like chatter after several days at sea were a lovely background noise to Aleuta. Until she heard her name called, and turned to see the man of Nand coming her way. Nanda were not people Spring normally dealt with; Lady Autumn... Duke Autumn for the next short while... had more cause to associate with those of Nand. Spring usually dealt with Ambrose when they had matters to discuss with the League of Allied Provinces. Lady Aleuta would prefer to have dealt with the merchants of the South Sea Company; their minds and those of the Spring Court would align more easily, in Aleuta's opinion, but Lady Tamiko ibn Kaede Al-Ren was often so extremely busy that she was unable to attend such pleasantries as diplomatic events. Lady Spring did not blame her for her diligence, but did regret that other than when making exchanges with their merchants, the people of the League responsible with trades was hard to get a hold of.

Thankfully, Ambrose was more than willing to work with the Spring Court in their stead, and Baram Asker was quickly turning into a staunch ally. Taking all of this into account, it was with some surprise that it was a man of Nand seeking Lady Spring out. The Spring Girls encircled around her hushed quickly, their eyes all turning in near unison to gaze upon Ardashir as he approached. For her part, Lady Aleuta merely nodded with respect at the Nanda - ignoring the burly guards near him completely - and answered, "Yes? What might I do for you?"

Estasiel lifted her head from its resting place on the washboard abs of a local Islander. Seeing the official messenger, she composed herself and sat up. "Lady Owena, greetings. The Pontisep does wish to speak to Lady Spring on a matter of some sensitivity to the Aeldir Courts. If the Spring Lady is unavailable, the Pontisep will pen a letter to Lady Spring, provided Lady Owena assures its confidentiality."

Estasiel glanced back at the blanket, the wine, and the company. "OF course, Estasiel is willing to wait a week or more, should the Lasy Spring be arriving any time soon. The companionship here is remarkable."

Lady Owena gazed upon the relaxed Pontisep with a smirk. "Your time is of course important. I would not wish to disturb your relaxations, but I do have word that Lady Spring should be arriving - if the schedule goes according to plan - within the next few days. I thought you would wish to know."

-------- A Few Days Later ----------

"Poitisep Estasiel?" Lady Aleuta approached the relaxing political leader, and grinned. By all reports, the Pontisep had hardly removed herself from the beach in the past several days, and Lady Spring found it amusing that there was such a difference between her and Huxley. "I am Lady Spring, Aleuta Kellianth. I was informed that you were hoping to converse with me."

Aedilred

2016-07-01, 12:37 PM

Thankfully, Ambrose was more than willing to work with the Spring Court in their stead, and Baram Asker was quickly turning into a staunch ally. Taking all of this into account, it was with some surprise that it was a man of Nand seeking Lady Spring out. The Spring Girls encircled around her hushed quickly, their eyes all turning in near unison to gaze upon Ardashir as he approached. For her part, Lady Aleuta merely nodded with respect at the Nanda - ignoring the burly guards near him completely - and answered, "Yes? What might I do for you?"

"I understand you were responsible for coordinating the manhunt for Francesca Dumont," Ardashir said, his eyes like flint. "My capital is in uproar over the intrusions demanded by investogators, and the cost of retrieving the situation there will be significant. I understand that my people are not alone in suffering so. Tell me then, what progress has been made to justify this farce? Has the woman been located? Has the Iron Gauntlet been uncovered?"

Gengy

2016-07-01, 12:58 PM

Aedilred

2016-07-01, 01:20 PM

Ah. So it was going to be this. Lady Spring did not sigh, but continued to look the man from Nand in the eye. "I regret to hear that your capital is in an uproar, but organization of where the Coalition investigated was a joint effort. The only reason we investigated any lands within your purview was based on evidence from sources whom have so far not proven to be false. And even then, Protos Baram Asker volunteered to address the situation within the League himself."

"As to your questions about the status? We have narrowed down locations, and are continuing investigations. Dumont herself, though..." Lady Spring allowed herself a slow smile. "You will wish to speak with Protos Baram Asker, I think. He should be receiving a report, as co-organizer of the Coalition."

"I fail to see anything amusing about the situation," Ardashir said. "As I told the Ancerin emissary years ago, Francesca Dumont would be given no quarter in Nand and I do not see what basis there was for believing she was within my kingdom. Now dozens of Nanda are dead to satisfy your curiosity and the whims of your sources, more most likely to follow. Fortunately, the Protos is an honourable man, else I should never have allowed his people access to the kingdom in the first place, and he will be doing all he can to repair the damage.

"I could travel weeks back to the west to speak to my friend in the hope he has in the meantime received your report, but sadly not all of us remain eternally youthful and time places a rather heavier burden upon us. Hence why I am asking you now rather than travelling all the way home to await second-hand news. Or does your vague response and promise of a future report merely indicate, as so often in such matters, that you have no new information, no new leads, and nothing of worth to add to that which the world already knew?"

Elemental

2016-07-01, 01:45 PM

Aneira gave a short bow. "It is an honor to meet you as well, Emperor. My father spoke most highly of the Ancerin. He viewed Anceris as an important partner to the Exarchate. 'Our Gatekeepers', he often called the Empire."

An expression crossed her face as if remembering something. "Are you perchance acquainted with Pontisep Etasiel of Seerono? She and hers have proven valuable allies since my father's death."

The Emperor returned Aneira's bow respectfully.
"Your father was a wise and noble man, ever a friend to Anceris and a true champion of justice. It is to my eternal regret I never had the fortune to meet him personally."
Spiridon's eyes shifted to the Pontisep, almost surprised she was there.
"Forgive me Pontisep, I did not notice you. My eyes must be beginning to fail me. Nevertheless, it is a pleasure. The library assembled by your people is a great boon to our scholars."

"Sincerest apologies, gentlemen. I came to speak with the Emperor. Perhaps you could escort me to his location?"

The expressions of the guards changed from those of annoyance and humours to embarrassment upon hearing the child referred to as heir to Nemeria. That could only make his father-
"Archduke Ysry! We did not recognise you in the crowd. Please accept our apologies for any inconvenience."
The Sergeant and his guards all knelt down before the Nemerian ruler for a brief moment before rising.
"I'll send for a horse at once Your Grace."

OOC: Feel free to time skip ahead to meeting the Emperor.

The girl made a small smile to her host for but a moment, looking upon the regal figure and attempting to memorize him in her mind. "It is a pleasure to be here, I can truthfully say that no other event in my life has even come close to this proportion. I've heard people talk of it, and say that it is perhaps the biggest event in the history of Arandi.. I'd sooner be caught dead than to miss this opportunity to meet so many prominent figures from across the seas." She paused a moment, allowing a comfortable silence to fill the air before continuing. "With that said, the reason I'm here is actually to simply become acquainted with others of power in the north; and the emperor of Anceris himself.." Zellevera shifted slightly on the spot, taking a breath before she continued. "But why him in particular one might ask? Aside from being our host, this is because I've been thinking upon a global problem that your people have been very actively fighting against - The Iron Gauntlet."

"Now.. It is no question that these assassins are both elusive and honourless. To have them around does nobody any good, aside from those who would stoop low enough to use them. Nobody has been able to locate them after they were removed, and this.. Well, this is a problem. I'm not going to dance around it, so here's my thought. I think their base might be located on the mysterious island that keeps appearing and disappearing all over Arandi over the past several years." She stopped, looking him in the eyes and wanting to gauge his initial reaction before continuing.

Spiridon smiled at first, but soon his expression darkened.
"The Gauntlet is a bold and dangerous enemy and not a topic fit for a joyous occasion. In any case, I am afraid I can provide you no assistance in regards to that island. It is an intriguing theory, but I am not so sure that the timing matches. I would, of course, need to check our records, but your purposes would best be served by seeking out the Spring Court as it is my understanding they have studied the island extensively.
"There is a Spring Girl resident at my Court who may have knowledge regarding the island. I could easily arrange a meeting between you and the Lady Cynfonni, but you would best be served by travelling to Tir Amser and speaking with Lady Spring herself."
He sighed before continuing.
"Forgive me Zellevera, but I can provide nothing concrete. My people tire of this fruitless search and though my desire for justice remains as strong as ever I too grow tired of kicking aside stones and finding less than dust."

OOC: Gengy, if Cynfonni knows anything and wants to talk to Zellevera about the island she's more than welcome to interrupt or join them for breakfast or something. Ultimately, it's hardly necessary because Zellevera's already talking to her Springness in another time bubble.

She blinked, thjen looked back up to the flag. She stared at it for a few moments, then looked back to Jehan. "All due respect, captain, that's the Imperium's flag. We're not taking it down."

"And wouldn't a flagless ship raise an even bigger alarm in a gathering like this anyway?"

"No disrespect was meant Your Highness. And indeed, I did not for one second mean to imply you should fly no flag."
Jehan thought for a moment.
"Perhaps it would be advisable to also fly something that would signal others of your peaceful intentions? A white pennon perhaps? I know some people are funny about white flags, but if you fly it below your main flag no one should think less of you."

She shook her head. "As I said, I would not refuse the Emperor's gift."

Or these very fine servants. Mhm~ She lowered her hood for a moment (revealing her terribly scarred visage) and gave one of them a kiss on the cheek as she climbed up. "Thank you boys." A bit young for her, perhaps, but certainly worth a look.

She made her way into the palanquin. She'd have to remember these - this was a way to travel in grandeur, sure, but it could also be used in war for supply transport... Actually, if you lashed it to an elephant and gave it some wheels, the elephant could pull more than 8 servants could ever lift... or one could mount something like this onto an elephant; it would act as a mobile platform of sorts, for weaponry.

Hm. This trip was already worth it.

"Of course Your Majesty."
The official mounted her horse as the servants raised the palanquin to their shoulders, the one she had kissed trying his hardest not to blush but failing miserably. The bearers moved at a quick but not uncomfortable pace allowing Phelnia to properly enjoy the ride as they made their way to the Saló.

OOC: Feel free to skip ahead to meeting whoever you want.

Tychris1

2016-07-01, 01:56 PM

The Nifhel was watched by many people. People who mostly suddenly remembered they had something very important to do elsewhere. Like report Fjolda to some guards. Which was why most of the people watching the Horseman were armed, and staying a respectful distance away. Finally, one of the Spring Boys that had helped to flesh out the guards for the island - working in conjunction with the Melzini humans with their sharp spears and only two decades of training in war (yet no real battle experience) - came over and bowed respectfully in full view of the Horseman.

"Lady of Nifhel. Your very presence makes many of the Islanders quake in fear. You are... welcome on the island, as part of the Celebration. Yet, every guard within eyesight would feel much better if we knew: Is there someone here that you await? Someone we could perhaps fetch for you?" Someone we could get to get you off the island quicker was very clearly not said aloud.

"Good." she chortled softly to herself at the Spring Boy's statement, though whether that was towards people being fearful of her or him offering to find someone for her was anyone's guess. Sticking her sword firmly in the sand, she took off the raven helmet she ceremoniously wore for religious purposes and diplomatic voyages, and stood at full attention with her bulky arms crossed. She was dressed in black leather armor from head to toe, bits of bone sewn into the fabric and used for both aesthetic and reinforcing purposes. Swirling designs of her clan's symbol were painted all over her, with a long spear painted across her shoulder, and dozens of daggers stowed on her person. "I don't want to be here as much as you don't want me here, so lets get this over with. I'm here to speak with the Aeldir they call Spring. Where is she?" For her part she spoke the Luskan Trade Language rather fluently, her harsh accent only showing when she said Spring, doubtlessly a word she'd never have to use in the North normally.

BootStrapTommy

2016-07-01, 02:16 PM

Mary_Sue

2016-07-01, 02:50 PM

Grand Celebration of Villae Fantomae and Azandria
The Ocean Sea
Spring 138

Azandria, the Isle of Anceris (https://img.buzzfeed.com/buzzfeed-static/static/2014-07/9/10/enhanced/webdr07/grid-cell-26561-1404915478-8.jpg)

The City of Azandria is perhaps the greatest city to ever be built on Arandi. The wealth of empires flows through its markets and the wise and learned congregate in its fora and at its university. Towering buildings decorated with gold, silver and precious stones rise to meet the sky above tree lined avenues and solid, but elegant, stone houses. Merely a decade ago, this was a faded city, rich and ancient, but showing its years plainly for all the world to see. Only a concerted effort has restored the metropolis to its deserved glory and everything, from its marble sheathed fortifications to the shining silver spires of the House of the Pale Lady radiated renewed glory. Foreign dignitaries entered the city through its great gate (http://www.wallpaperswide.us/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/fantasy-city-wallpaper-650x406.jpg) accompanied by a grand procession that led not to the Palace as initially assumed, but to the Saló de Adunării for this was the city's celebration, not the Emperor's. Visitors are shown into the State Reception Room where they are greeted by Romilda Lagana, Lady Speaker of the Civic Diet before being introduced to the Emperor himself.
The Emperor was resplendent in robes of white silk with silver embroidery. At his side was the Sword of Stars, the pale green jewels in its hilt glinted in the light, and around his neck was a silver pendant in the shape of a star with a moonstone at its centre, a gift from Avonlea. He wore a sash of red silk across his chest to which was attached a chain with keys and a platinum seal. He was attended by his two younger and unwed children, Ferran and Athanasia in the hopes that he might secure marriages for them both.

Aris had arrived in Azandria with the celebration well under way. The end of the Mother's dread curse and the naming of her daughter as Heiress by the Conduit had recently brought much happiness to her Queendom, though her task in Anceris was one of contrition and apology. In light of the seriousness of her appointment with the Ancerin Emperor, Aris had taken great care with her dress. Half of her thick platinum hair had been braided and wrapped around the top of her head upon which her tall formal crown sat, a loathsome thing to Aris, it weighed heavily upon her head and neck, though it was beautiful to look upon, being encrusted with multicolored gems which sparkled in rainbow reflections in her pale hair. The rest of her hair had been allowed to fall down her back in a glistening waterfall of cornsilk tresses. Her dress was of white and silver brocade with an attached capelet of silver that fluttered as she walked.

"High Queen Aris Morningsworn of Avonlea, The Good, The Silver Queen, Consort of Terror, Mother of the Heiress, Subject of the Rose Demense and Liege of Storms." Aris suppressed a modest grin to hear her various titles, earned or invented, sung out by Lady Romildon. She did not waste any time in finding the Emperor and made her salutations solemnly, and with respect.

"Greetings Emperor Spirodon. I pray we are well met and that the investigation of my captains did not cause any lingering harm to your people. You have my apologies for their overzealousness." Her tone was contrite, though she still believe her cause noble. To root out and destroy the assassins that had long plagued the peoples of the world seemed worthy of a few ruffled feathers here and there, though the lovely queen was sincere in her desire for the Ancerin Emperor's absolution.

Maelog watched his elder brother with a stony glare as the well loved Egan danced and flirted with young and pretty Zlaten girls who flocked to him. Egan, or Egg as so many called him, was an exemplar of Avonlean and Aeldir beauty and handsomeness. His hair was a dirty blond, nearing light brown, that was pulled up in a ponytail to hang down just touching his back. His eyes were a bright gray-blue and sparkled like gems in the afternoon spring sun. His facial features might be described as feminine with sharp cheekbones and a narrow jaw but he sported a shortly cropped strip of facial hair centered below his lower lip that gave him a masculine edge. He sported an athletic build owing to his tutelage under Lady Sabel in the ways of the Thyrngar and training among the Avonlean officers in the mortal ways of war. He dressed casually in a loose fitting cotton shirt that suggested his musculature beneath it tucked into brown leathers that were themselves tucked into calf-high boots. The women seemed to find him irresistible but for Maelog he looked as he always did, like a more beautiful reflection of himself.

It was true, the two brothers bore a striking similarity in appearance and despite their three year gap in age they might pass for twins should they desire to. However Maelog did not carry himself as Egan did. The flirting and friendliness of his elder brother that came so naturally for Egan could not find an avenue through Maelog. Instead he brooded, gray almost violet eyes cast in the shadow of his brow, long hair left loose to fall about his unbearded face. Where Egan dressed in open flowing shirt and breeches Maelog dressed in a heavy blue-black cloak that hid his form. His only concession to celebration was the removal of his hood from atop his head.

As one of the dancing girls who flirted with Egan was turned towards Maelog, by his elder brother's suggestion no doubt, he scowled and turned away. Always such pity from his brother. Pity upon the training field. Pity among dancing women. Pity was all his brother ever expressed to him. He was their mother's favorite son and while their father was now long dead he did not doubt he would be father's favorite too. Hell, he was the only son their father even knew he had. There was no reason to think he would be welcoming to an unplanned second bastard. Of course there would be no way to know. Their father had traveled north and given himself to Lord Winter. The malevolent eldest Aeldir who now fathered bastards of his own with women of the far west. Such a hypocrite. Only the Aeldir born under the Old Gods were truly Aeldir. Halfborn were dangerous, far too unpredictable in their effects upon the Seasons. Pah, and now there was one born and reborn to the most ancient Aeldir left in the care of Ambrose. Lord Winter who professed such "ancient knowledge" as to take his father without a single raised eyebrow among the Courtlands did not seem so knowledgeable to Maelog seeing as his daughter had been killed and saved only by the grace of gods Maelog was given to understand were those other than his own.

Bas Fury wandered over near the dejected Aeldir accompanied by Lady Sabel. The Summer Consort had always made a special effort to try and connect with Maelog. In many ways she was his only friend, a sort of older sister or mother to him. Though Lynesse, his blood mother, was by no means absent from his life he found it difficult to speak with her for she aged with such rapidity as to constantly remind him of her mortality and always she looked upon him with a strange look that he could never decipher as contempt, fear, or perhaps worst of all pity. Sabel spoke to him plainly although perhaps at times too plainly, especially of late for she had taken to the habit of reminding him of his halfbreed status at nearly every opportunity.

"You do not wish to be here?" Sabel asked with a quirked eyebrow, "Surely you see the women whose eyes cast upon you?"

"They cast upon my brother first," Maelog answered with irritation.

"Pettiness and vanity do not suit you Maelog Oakburn. You are only half Aeldir."

"So I am constantly reminded."

Maelog huffed and turned from Sabel marching off back towards the Avonlean ship that had carried him and the Avonlea delegation to the island. Quietly he hoped he might see Princess Eirwen. The daughter of the Dullahan had grown to consume his thoughts. He eagerly looked forward to their practice session and sparring under Sabel's tutelage. She was a radiant image, her snow white hair and skin matched in beauty only by her deep black eyes that promised an understanding of his tortured half Aeldir experience. In her he saw a fellow lost soul who would understand him and she was one of the few women whom his brother did not actively court and turn to his charms. If ever he needed a bright spot he could look upon her and find one.

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Eirwen had taken her time refreshing herself after their journey and had arrived somewhat after her peers. Accompanied by her own retinue of maids, the Heiress Apparent of Avonlea stood out amongst them, being pale amidst a fair people. Eirwen had her mother's delicate features coloured by her father's Winter Aeldir heritage. Though her maids often fussed about her with braids and ornamentation, she preferred to let her long white hair fall loose about her shoulders. If her colouring was not enough so that she stood out, her long pointed ears and shining black eyes certainly were. Long had she favoured wearing white, as her father did, though recently she had taken to wearing reds and pinks, which she noticed lent a pleasant blush to her cheeks. As she came upon her Avonlean retinue, her eyes first took in Egg. Handsome as ever, and flirting with as many maids as possibly, as ever. Her face remained impassive, though she tossed her head in annoyance as her giggling maids rushed to dance and caper with him and the local girls. Eschewing the revel, Eirwen made her way over to Mael, Lady Sabel and Bas Fury. She was a bit amused to see Mael broody as ever, his perpetual scowl pasted onto a face that might be handsome were it ever to smile.

"Well. Are we having fun yet?" She spoke with a grin that was only slightly facetious, knowing full well that Mael was not having fun. She draped her arm over Bas fury's back casually as she tried to project a fond greeting to the beast the way Lady Sabel had tried to teach her.

Aedilred

2016-07-01, 03:02 PM

Gengy

2016-07-01, 04:10 PM

"I fail to see anything amusing about the situation," Ardashir said. "As I told the Ancerin emissary years ago, Francesca Dumont would be given no quarter in Nand and I do not see what basis there was for believing she was within my kingdom. Now dozens of Nanda are dead to satisfy your curiosity and the whims of your sources, more most likely to follow. Fortunately, the Protos is an honourable man, else I should never have allowed his people access to the kingdom in the first place, and he will be doing all he can to repair the damage.

"I could travel weeks back to the west to speak to my friend in the hope he has in the meantime received your report, but sadly not all of us remain eternally youthful and time places a rather heavier burden upon us. Hence why I am asking you now rather than travelling all the way home to await second-hand news. Or does your vague response and promise of a future report merely indicate, as so often in such matters, that you have no new information, no new leads, and nothing of worth to add to that which the world already knew?"

A flutter of feathers was heard as a black streak darted between the two dignitaries. A large crow landed between the Nandian and the Spring Aeldir, its head pivoting back and forth as it suspiciously eyed the two. Its eyes settled on the Lady Spring, fluttering its wings and squawking mockingly.

"I suppose I do bear some of the responsibility for the misfortune, Ardashir. Anceris' last attempt to locate Dumont revealed heretic activity within Nand, a lead the Emperor never capitalize on. Since such whispers never ceased to reach my ears, I merely brought the detail to Lady Aleuta's attention." A lone figure strolled toward the two, dressed in traveler's clothes of earthen tones, his hood pulled up over his head. A black mask, figureless and iridescent, obscured his face, save his eyes, both a eerie blue, almost white.

"As I recall, however, I urged the Lady Spring to be cautious. Dumont's pretenders possess a knack for blending in, you see. I did not intend for the good Lady's Coalition to so willingly lack in subtlety. My sincerest apologies to the King upon that miscalculation."

Urug reacted quickly as the black streak flew in front of the king, placing one ham-sized hand on Ardashir's shoulder and pulling him backwards away from any possible danger. Marog's sword was halfway out of his scabbard, its polished bronze blade ringing, before it became apparent this was not an assassination attempt, just an unorthodox introduction. Nevertheless, Marog did not remove his hand from his weapon as Ardashir shrugged off Urug's hand and stepped back forward, his face even grimmer than before, though whether at the interruption of his question to Lady Spring or the manhandling by the Braal was unclear.

"I take it you are the source of whom Lady Spring spoke just now. Might I enquire as to your credentials? As to the rumours of supposed heretic activity within Nand, whichever doctrine that refers to, one would have thought the diplomatic approach would have been to notify the local authorities so that we might deal with it when first it became apparent. Instead I find my kingdom the subject of intrusive investigation which to my knowledge has yet to bear any fruit whatsoever."

So the man from Nand was King Ardashir VIII? Well, that explained quite a bit of his concerns. It did not explain why he did not bother to introduce himself, but then, he was from Nand. While their imports and exports were lovely, their attitudes were often quite counter to the Spring Court's own.

Much like the Shrouded Lord. Lady Spring was no longer smiling. The sight of this man put her in a foul mood. Yet she resigned herself to remaining civil, and ignored the implied insults he had thrown her way. "I hope you being here means that you have something to tell me? And that you feel this place to be sufficiently... clear... of unwanted ears."

"Good." she chortled softly to herself at the Spring Boy's statement, though whether that was towards people being fearful of her or him offering to find someone for her was anyone's guess. Sticking her sword firmly in the sand, she took off the raven helmet she ceremoniously wore for religious purposes and diplomatic voyages, and stood at full attention with her bulky arms crossed. She was dressed in black leather armor from head to toe, bits of bone sewn into the fabric and used for both aesthetic and reinforcing purposes. Swirling designs of her clan's symbol were painted all over her, with a long spear painted across her shoulder, and dozens of daggers stowed on her person. "I don't want to be here as much as you don't want me here, so lets get this over with. I'm here to speak with the Aeldir they call Spring. Where is she?" For her part she spoke the Luskan Trade Language rather fluently, her harsh accent only showing when she said Spring, doubtlessly a word she'd never have to use in the North normally.

"I shall find her," the Spring Boy said plainly, and almost scurried off to do just that, but paused before he did so and said, "I would advise calling her Lady Spring or Lady Aleuta. But you do as you see fit."

A short while later, Lady Spring, Aleuta Kellianth - along with Eoghan, her bodyguard - walked along the beach. They did not seem to be in a hurry, and though the Nifhel woman could see them, and they in kind could see her, Aleuta walked leisurely towards the Horseman Death.

Partly, this was to show that Aleuta was unafraid. Partly, it was for Lady Spring to continue considering what it the name of Babdi's Great Mysteries was a Nifhel doing here asking for her. Finally, no additional time could be spared, as she was face to waist with the Nifhel woman. Gazing up upon the warrior's uncomfortable-looking armor and impressive amount of weaponry, Aleuta stated quite calmly, "I am Lady Spring. You have something to say to me?"

Aleuta dearly hoped this was not some declaration of war, or that the Aeldir had somehow bothered the Nifhel; she'd last heard the viking-like barbarians in the cold north of Arandi were engaged in a lengthy war with another group of barbarians, and had been eyeing the reports of their conflict with increasing interest and concern. On the one hand, if the Nifhel won, they might be close enough to be trading partners. On the other, if they did not want to trade, then Lord Summer would have much to consider. And it could be even worse if they lost. This... Suzerinty... seemed like something that could be worse, if left unchained.

BootStrapTommy

2016-07-01, 05:07 PM

Urug reacted quickly as the black streak flew in front of the king, placing one ham-sized hand on Ardashir's shoulder and pulling him backwards away from any possible danger. Marog's sword was halfway out of his scabbard, its polished bronze blade ringing, before it became apparent this was not an assassination attempt, just an unorthodox introduction. Nevertheless, Marog did not remove his hand from his weapon as Ardashir shrugged off Urug's hand and stepped back forward, his face even grimmer than before, though whether at the interruption of his question to Lady Spring or the manhandling by the Braal was unclear.

"I take it you are the source of whom Lady Spring spoke just now. Might I enquire as to your credentials? As to the rumours of supposed heretic activity within Nand, whichever doctrine that refers to, one would have thought the diplomatic approach would have been to notify the local authorities so that we might deal with it when first it became apparent. Instead I find my kingdom the subject of intrusive investigation which to my knowledge has yet to bear any fruit whatsoever."
So the man from Nand was King Ardashir VIII? Well, that explained quite a bit of his concerns. It did not explain why he did not bother to introduce himself, but then, he was from Nand. While their imports and exports were lovely, their attitudes were often quite counter to the Spring Court's own.

Much like the Shrouded Lord. Lady Spring was no longer smiling. The sight of this man put her in a foul mood. Yet she resigned herself to remaining civil, and ignored the implied insults he had thrown her way. "I hope you being here means that you have something to tell me? And that you feel this place to be sufficiently... clear... of unwanted ears."
"I need not worry about unwanted ears when there are eyes that I trust, my Lady."

The Shrouded Lord grabbed the Spring Lady's hand, in a seemingly warm and overly familiar manner. He leaned in, whispering, "I trust you to guard this well."

As he released his grip, he left a small note in the Lady's palm. He spun on his heel to face the Nanda.

"I possess an intimate knowledge of Dumont and her band of... rebels. As for fruits? This is a game of duplicity. Sometimes it is advantageous to appear disadvantaged. It would be unwise to show our hand just yet. But once again, Nand has my utmost apologies." He emphasized his apology with a bow.

The crow let out a grumpy sounding caawww!

RandoMan

2016-07-01, 05:10 PM

Eirwen had taken her time refreshing herself after their journey and had arrived somewhat after her peers. Accompanied by her own retinue of maids, the Heiress Apparent of Avonlea stood out amongst them, being pale amidst a fair people. Eirwen had her mother's delicate features coloured by her father's Winter Aeldir heritage. Though her maids often fussed about her with braids and ornamentation, she preferred to let her long white hair fall loose about her shoulders. If her colouring was not enough so that she stood out, her long pointed ears and shining black eyes certainly were. Long had she favoured wearing white, as her father did, though recently she had taken to wearing reds and pinks, which she noticed lent a pleasant blush to her cheeks. As she came upon her Avonlean retinue, her eyes first took in Egg. Handsome as ever, and flirting with as many maids as possibly, as ever. Her face remained impassive, though she tossed her head in annoyance as her giggling maids rushed to dance and caper with him and the local girls. Eschewing the revel, Eirwen made her way over to Mael, Lady Sabel and Bas Fury. She was a bit amused to see Mael broody as ever, his perpetual scowl pasted onto a face that might be handsome were it ever to smile.

"Well. Are we having fun yet?" She spoke with a grin that was only slightly facetious, knowing full well that Mael was not having fun. She draped her arm over Bas fury's back casually as she tried to project a fond greeting to the beast the way Lady Sabel had tried to teach her.

Mealog was unsure how to respond. Egg would certainly say something charming about the brightening of his day by her appearance but the words jumbled in his mind and he knew already the perfect phrase would come to haunt him that night as he lay to try and sleep. He realized he was staring overlong and shamefully looked away with a scowl directed more at himself than the situation.

"Some more than others it seems," Lady Sabel answered with a coy smile and glance in Egan's direction.

Maelog looked and saw his elder brother now noticing the Avonlean princess. He disengaged from his admirers and began to make his way over towards the small Avonlean/Aeldir cluster. Of course, he thought to himself.

Bas Fury twisted and turned his furry white head under Eirwen's arm either nuzzling or perhaps simply adjusting to the Aeldir's weight as he growled, ::Respect.::

Realizing he only had a moment before his brother reached them Maelog spoke up, "Eirwen, I was thinking about our last duel-"

"Princess Eirwen Morningsworn as I live and breath," Egan appeared suddenly unaware of his interruption of his brother.

He knelt before her, head bowed before rising with a respectful if teasing smile on his face, "I didn't know you'd be joining us. Wouldn't your Mother-Queen have you meeting important people and powerful men than spending time among your dueling companions?"

Maelog seemed to shrink into the background in the presence of his elder brother. He glowered darkly but did not interrupt as his brother and Eirwen greeted one another. He looked away searching for some sight to distract him from his current surroundings.

Mary_Sue

2016-07-01, 05:45 PM

Mealog was unsure how to respond. Egg would certainly say something charming about the brightening of his day by her appearance but the words jumbled in his mind and he knew already the perfect phrase would come to haunt him that night as he lay to try and sleep. He realized he was staring overlong and shamefully looked away with a scowl directed more at himself than the situation.

"Some more than others it seems," Lady Sabel answered with a coy smile and glance in Egan's direction.

Maelog looked and saw his elder brother now noticing the Avonlean princess. He disengaged from his admirers and began to make his way over towards the small Avonlean/Aeldir cluster. Of course, he thought to himself.

Bas Fury twisted and turned his furry white head under Eirwen's arm either nuzzling or perhaps simply adjusting to the Aeldir's weight as he growled, ::Respect.::

Realizing he only had a moment before his brother reached them Maelog spoke up, "Eirwen, I was thinking about our last duel-"

"Princess Eirwen Morningsworn as I live and breath," Egan appeared suddenly unaware of his interruption of his brother.

He knelt before her, head bowed before rising with a respectful if teasing smile on his face, "I didn't know you'd be joining us. Wouldn't your Mother-Queen have you meeting important people and powerful men than spending time among your dueling companions?"

Maelog seemed to shrink into the background in the presence of his elder brother. He glowered darkly but did not interrupt as his brother and Eirwen greeted one another. He looked away searching for some sight to distract him from his current surroundings.

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::Happy, pleasure, respect.:: Eirwen's attempts to communicate with Bas Fury herself still felt clumsy, though she tried in earnest to do so. She looked up at Mael as he began to speak, but was distracted as Egg came to kneel before her. She wasn't sure if she should be skeptical of his intentions or charmed by his gallantry, and decided she was both. She smiled easily at the handsome Summer Aeldir halfling,

"I had only learned of the celebration just as my winter session with father was done. He quite dislikes distractions as we study overwinter. Too late upon departing Avonlea once again had I received word that mum would be sailing on to Azandria and would not be here in Zlaten to greet me. It's a shame really, missing all those important dignitaries and such. Being forced to dwell upon this drear isle with none but my sparring partners for company. With no parental guidance whatsoever. What ever is a girl to do?" Her grin was impish as her gaze widened to view the idyllic setting, a pleasant breeze ruffling her hair as the giggles of her maids could be heard from a distance as they danced with the natives to their festive music.

Tychris1

2016-07-01, 06:22 PM

"I shall find her," the Spring Boy said plainly, and almost scurried off to do just that, but paused before he did so and said, "I would advise calling her Lady Spring or Lady Aleuta. But you do as you see fit."

A short while later, Lady Spring, Aleuta Kellianth - along with Eoghan, her bodyguard - walked along the beach. They did not seem to be in a hurry, and though the Nifhel woman could see them, and they in kind could see her, Aleuta walked leisurely towards the Horseman Death.

Partly, this was to show that Aleuta was unafraid. Partly, it was for Lady Spring to continue considering what it the name of Babdi's Great Mysteries was a Nifhel doing here asking for her. Finally, no additional time could be spared, as she was face to waist with the Nifhel woman. Gazing up upon the warrior's uncomfortable-looking armor and impressive amount of weaponry, Aleuta stated quite calmly, "I am Lady Spring. You have something to say to me?"

Aleuta dearly hoped this was not some declaration of war, or that the Aeldir had somehow bothered the Nifhel; she'd last heard the viking-like barbarians in the cold north of Arandi were engaged in a lengthy war with another group of barbarians, and had been eyeing the reports of their conflict with increasing interest and concern. On the one hand, if the Nifhel won, they might be close enough to be trading partners. On the other, if they did not want to trade, then Lord Summer would have much to consider. And it could be even worse if they lost. This... Suzerinty... seemed like something that could be worse, if left unchained.

Fjolda looked down at the tiny Aeldir, her face a blank emotionless slate practiced over decades of politicking and multiple assassinations. She wondered how something so frail and tiny could command any amount of respect or power, thinking of the Lady Spring as a child almost akin to the countless orphans in the north, and then she noticed all of the imperfections. The pointed ears, the alien eyes, and the way her body moved in its natural state shattered any hope for an inkling of compassion or motherly instincts. This was an abomination, an affront to her god, a servant of that which poisons and kills. Yet the Cultists of the Serpent were clever and well versed in the cowardly ways of the world, and so she had no choice but to speak.

"I am here to declare war. War against deception, war against those who would slander the name of all the Clans of Nifhel and every warrior whose honor is sworn to our Harbinger. Back in my ancestral home, where my forefathers fought and died to spread the word of the Fimbulvintr a war rages between believers. This strife seemingly should have ended already, but due to the cowardly actions of an unknown force a holy relic of our enemy was stolen, and the Great Clans of Nifhel have been accused of doing so. This is unacceptable. We would never resort to such underhanded tactics, such pathetic methods, and so I have been sent here on behalf of all the Great Clans and Skada Lochbar herself. I have been given full rights to negotiate and speak on their behalf in order to ask of you, Lady Spring, to find the Holy Relic named Maggot Feeder and return it to its rightful owner the Suzerain. What little information we get of the south in our lands say that you and the other Spring Aeldir are renowned investigators, I pray this is true."

Reggiejam

2016-07-01, 06:24 PM

Aedilred

2016-07-01, 06:45 PM

"I need not worry about unwanted ears when there are eyes that I trust, my Lady."

The Shrouded Lord grabbed the Spring Lady's hand, in a seemingly warm and overly familiar manner. He leaned in, whispering, "I trust you to guard this well."

As he released his grip, he left a small note in the Lady's palm. He spun on his heel to face the Nanda.

"I possess an intimate knowledge of Dumont and her band of... rebels. As for fruits? This is a game of duplicity. Sometimes it is advantageous to appear disadvantaged. It would be unwise to show our hand just yet. But once again, Nand has my utmost apologies." He emphasized his apology with a bow.

The crow let out a grumpy sounding caawww!
The king narrowed his eyes. "And now it is my turn to ask forgiveness. For I appear to have missed an answer to any of my questions. The vague promises of unmeasurable progress and continuing investigations, the promise of a report on activities to present at an unspecified future date, the claim that it is not in anyone's interest for the degree of progress to come to light - these are responses I would normally expect from a lazy or incompetent servant queried about a failure to perform their duties to an adequate degree. But I am sure that cannot be the case, and so I must have misunderstood. Let me then address my questions more directly, to avoid further confusion." He looked towards the Shrouded Lord. "Who are you, sir," and, turning back to Lady Spring, "Where, according to your most recent and reliable information, is Francesca Dumont?"

EtuBrutus

2016-07-01, 07:22 PM

The expressions of the guards changed from those of annoyance and humours to embarrassment upon hearing the child referred to as heir to Nemeria. That could only make his father-
"Archduke Ysry! We did not recognise you in the crowd. Please accept our apologies for any inconvenience."
The Sergeant and his guards all knelt down before the Nemerian ruler for a brief moment before rising.
"I'll send for a horse at once Your Grace."

OOC: Feel free to time skip ahead to meeting the Emperor.A wide smile crossed Ysry's face, as he broke into laughter. "No need to apologize, sergeant. It was my son who unconvinced you."

The Archduke bowed deeply. Andarious stared awkwardly about, before feigning an imitation of his father.

"It is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, Emperor Spiridon. I've traveled to Cahoosa, and visited the lands of the Clans often in my youth, but I'll admit that all my knowledge of Anceris came to me through the Truserchen and the Nihoni. Now that I am here, I will say that Azandria is indeed a city worth celebrating."

HalfTangible

2016-07-01, 09:02 PM

"No disrespect was meant Your Highness. And indeed, I did not for one second mean to imply you should fly no flag."
Jehan thought for a moment.
"Perhaps it would be advisable to also fly something that would signal others of your peaceful intentions? A white pennon perhaps? I know some people are funny about white flags, but if you fly it below your main flag no one should think less of you."Crudice raised an eyebrow (ridge? she didn't seem to have hair on her head). "If one assumed our flag was that of pirates they would probably assume any attempt at a peaceful overture was a trick to beguile our victims. We'll just have to live with misunderstandings."

"Of course Your Majesty."
The official mounted her horse as the servants raised the palanquin to their shoulders, the one she had kissed trying his hardest not to blush but failing miserably. The bearers moved at a quick but not uncomfortable pace allowing Phelnia to properly enjoy the ride as they made their way to the Saló.

OOC: Feel free to skip ahead to meeting whoever you want.As she settled into the palanquin ride and looked out at the city around her, Phelnia's eyes widened. She'd expected pomp and circumstance, but this city...

Such grandeur! Such splendor! The completion of such a magnificent work was indeed worth celebration! The sights of such a city would be the envy of all the world for generations, surely! Phelnia couldn't help but gape at the grand display before her. Nothing in the Imperium equalled to such a masterpiece!

... That bothered her.

... She frowned. Why did that bother her? She had no reason to be envious. The Imperium was a majestic and magnificent kingdom in its own right.

So it claims.

She really couldn't point to anything in the Imperium that truly rivalled this place. If she stretched, she miiiight consider the great city-harbor in the Queenlands that served as the region's capital but that had been built by the Pavosi, not her Imperium. What had they built? Moonsilver weapons. And what else?

The Skyways? Perhaps. But they were functional more than aesthetically pleasing. What else did the Primal do?

... War, mostly. Nothing wrong with that, but wars only lasted for so long in the minds of the people. Even if the Pale Empyrium fell and this city were taken by some unknown nation in the far future, this city would remain, a testament to the majesty of the Lords Paramount. The Silvanus tower still stood in the deserts to her west.

... Well. Your reign's still young.

Phelnia's mind began to grind and turn. Perhaps by the time she hosted her own Grand Tournament, she'd have a great coliseum... Or she could build a magnificent harbor in the former Pavosi lands. Either would stand the test of time, until the day when the Primal faded away or became unrecognizable. What kind of project did she wish to begin...

These thoughts and others churned in the High Queen's head as she was brought to see the Emperor.

And when she met him, she bowed. "I am High Queen Phelnia Primus, of the Primus Imperium, Emperor. I am honored to be here; this place is truly magnificent."

BootStrapTommy

2016-07-02, 02:24 AM

The Emperor returned Aneira's bow respectfully.
"Your father was a wise and noble man, ever a friend to Anceris and a true champion of justice. It is to my eternal regret I never had the fortune to meet him personally."
Spiridon's eyes shifted to the Pontisep, almost surprised she was there.
"Forgive me Pontisep, I did not notice you. My eyes must be beginning to fail me. Nevertheless, it is a pleasure. The library assembled by your people is a great boon to our scholars.""My brother's death was a tragedy, and we still yet feel the gravity of his loss." Margrave Dafydd's face remained stoic, though the truth of his words were visible in his eyes.

The king narrowed his eyes. "And now it is my turn to ask forgiveness. For I appear to have missed an answer to any of my questions. The vague promises of unmeasurable progress and continuing investigations, the promise of a report on activities to present at an unspecified future date, the claim that it is not in anyone's interest for the degree of progress to come to light - these are responses I would normally expect from a lazy or incompetent servant queried about a failure to perform their duties to an adequate degree. But I am sure that cannot be the case, and so I must have misunderstood. Let me then address my questions more directly, to avoid further confusion." He looked towards the Shrouded Lord. "Who are you, sir," and, turning back to Lady Spring, "Where, according to your most recent and reliable information, is Francesca Dumont?"The crow jumped up, landing on the Shrouded Lord's shoulder, as he turned to the Lady Spring."I am beginning to have a great respect for your skill, Lady Aleuta, in regards to dealing with," he looked the Nanda king up and down, "... these things. I fear I am poorly equipped."

Gengy

2016-07-02, 09:27 AM

Fjolda looked down at the tiny Aeldir, her face a blank emotionless slate practiced over decades of politicking and multiple assassinations. She wondered how something so frail and tiny could command any amount of respect or power, thinking of the Lady Spring as a child almost akin to the countless orphans in the north, and then she noticed all of the imperfections. The pointed ears, the alien eyes, and the way her body moved in its natural state shattered any hope for an inkling of compassion or motherly instincts. This was an abomination, an affront to her god, a servant of that which poisons and kills. Yet the Cultists of the Serpent were clever and well versed in the cowardly ways of the world, and so she had no choice but to speak.

"I am here to declare war. War against deception, war against those who would slander the name of all the Clans of Nifhel and every warrior whose honor is sworn to our Harbinger. Back in my ancestral home, where my forefathers fought and died to spread the word of the Fimbulvintr a war rages between believers. This strife seemingly should have ended already, but due to the cowardly actions of an unknown force a holy relic of our enemy was stolen, and the Great Clans of Nifhel have been accused of doing so. This is unacceptable. We would never resort to such underhanded tactics, such pathetic methods, and so I have been sent here on behalf of all the Great Clans and Skada Lochbar herself. I have been given full rights to negotiate and speak on their behalf in order to ask of you, Lady Spring, to find the Holy Relic named Maggot Feeder and return it to its rightful owner the Suzerain. What little information we get of the south in our lands say that you and the other Spring Aeldir are renowned investigators, I pray this is true."

Lady Spring blinked. And blinked again.

This. This was not the expected. She continued to stare at the northern barbarian - this living embodiment of human fear and death - and rolled what had been said to her in her mind, as she considered things. "Well, Nifhel warrior. I will give you this: You have caught me entirely unprepared. Of the deals I had been hoping to conduct, the idea that this one should present itself was never in what I thought as possible."

"First, I would know the name of the warrior who has been given so much power, and asks for aid. It is perhaps unimportant in the grand scheme of things, but I like to know to whom I speak, in case we need to speak again." Lady Spring smiled a slow smile, as the ideas came to her. "Secondly, you have not been misinformed: we are excellent investigators, though many non-Aeldir may try to inform you otherwise. But there opinions are nothing when compared to fact and results. Two things I will be happy to provide for you and the Suzerain. For a price."

"You say there is a war. I know much of conflict among peers, and I will be very pleased to help end another such war. However, doing so comes at great risk to myself and the Spring Girls whom will be doing the investigations. I doubt that the Suzerinty will be welcoming of outside investigators, though I shall do my best to placate them. If we did manage to end this conflict, though, then the Clans of Nifhel would be agreeing to something else in exchange, something... fitting. The attempt will cost you only the promise to look upon the Aeldir more favorably moving forward; success in ending this current conflict, though, will mean that there will be a debt that must be paid."

Lady Spring was not of the Autumn court, and rightfully, what she had in mind should be overseen by a Matron, yet it was in a way a deal. This was one of those thin, blurred lines, and Aleuta would walk it carefully. She continued to look upon the Nifhel with interest. "If you can agree that some form of debt will be incurred, we can begin to negotiate in earnest."

The king narrowed his eyes. "And now it is my turn to ask forgiveness. For I appear to have missed an answer to any of my questions. The vague promises of unmeasurable progress and continuing investigations, the promise of a report on activities to present at an unspecified future date, the claim that it is not in anyone's interest for the degree of progress to come to light - these are responses I would normally expect from a lazy or incompetent servant queried about a failure to perform their duties to an adequate degree. But I am sure that cannot be the case, and so I must have misunderstood. Let me then address my questions more directly, to avoid further confusion." He looked towards the Shrouded Lord. "Who are you, sir," and, turning back to Lady Spring, "Where, according to your most recent and reliable information, is Francesca Dumont?"

The crow jumped up, landing on the Shrouded Lord's shoulder, as he turned to the Lady Spring."I am beginning to have a great respect for your skill, Lady Aleuta, in regards to dealing with," he looked the Nanda king up and down, "... these things. I fear I am poorly equipped."

Reviewing the note that had suddenly appeared in her hand as she was made to shake hands with the shrouded one would have to wait. So too would the impulse to kill the man for his presumptuousness at shaking her hand. A Spring Girl was whispering in her ear about the sight of a Nifhel on the beach asking for the Aeldir called Spring.

"I know quite well of your temperament," Lady Aleuta said to the Shrouded Lord, "And can assure you that I also know precisely how to deal with this."

Turning to the king of Nand - the rude king who had not bothered to introduce himself, even as he made his... requests - Aleuta afforded him a serious look. "This man is a member of the Coalition, and one of the primary investigators and sources of information. As he would likely proceed to bicker with me about protocol and secrecy, I will not give you his name, but tell you what we of the Spring Court call him when referring to him in Tir Amser: Crowing Crow. Master Crow here is my most recent information regarding Francesca Dumont, and you are free to discuss things - at length - with him, for as long as he will speak with you. You can trust his information as I do, but I regret that there is another matter that needs my attention. If Master Crow has still not satisfied your inquiries, you are free to speak with me - or Baram Asker - later."

"Until then, these Girls will be pleased to see to your needs." So saying, the gaggle of Spring Girls around Lady Spring moved forward, smiling, and proceeded to politely surround the Shrouded Lord and King Ardashir, asking if they would like drinks, would care for a chair, or had anything else they required to make themselves comfortable. Lady Spring herself, though, was gone.

Elemental

2016-07-02, 12:02 PM

"Greetings Emperor Spirodon. I pray we are well met and that the investigation of my captains did not cause any lingering harm to your people. You have my apologies for their overzealousness." Her tone was contrite, though she still believe her cause noble. To root out and destroy the assassins that had long plagued the peoples of the world seemed worthy of a few ruffled feathers here and there, though the lovely queen was sincere in her desire for the Ancerin Emperor's absolution.

Spiridon bowed politely before speaking.
"Greetings to you also High Queen Aris. It is a pleasure to welcome you to Azandria once again. My mother thought very highly of your predecessor and the people of Avonlea are held in high regard at my Court. Please, do not concern yourself with the unrest in Kherson. The blame lies squarely upon my shoulders as Emperor and Lord Paramount of the South for in my haste I permitted the investigation without properly considering the ramifications or the need for oversight."
He sighed quietly before continuing.
"Had the Gauntlet been found it would be easy to justify to my subjects, but alas, the nobles of Kherson see only their freedoms and privileges being taken away. It is the price of our prosperity."

A wide smile crossed Ysry's face, as he broke into laughter. "No need to apologize, sergeant. It was my son who unconvinced you."

The Archduke bowed deeply. Andarious stared awkwardly about, before feigning an imitation of his father.

"It is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, Emperor Spiridon. I've traveled to Cahoosa, and visited the lands of the Clans often in my youth, but I'll admit that all my knowledge of Anceris came to me through the Truserchen and the Nihoni. Now that I am here, I will say that Azandria is indeed a city worth celebrating."

Spiridon returned the bow.
"Likewise Archduke and thank you. Many people laboured long and hard to restore Azandria to the glory befitting an imperial seat. I still remember how it was in my youth, prosperous, but a faded shadow of the legendary city built so long ago."

Crudice raised an eyebrow (ridge? she didn't seem to have hair on her head). "If one assumed our flag was that of pirates they would probably assume any attempt at a peaceful overture was a trick to beguile our victims. We'll just have to live with misunderstandings."

Jehan nodded as he thought the matter over for a moment.
"You are correct of course Highness. That is why you are a princess and I am but a sea captain. I see only two possible solutions. The first would be to design a naval ensign that isn't black. Alternatively, misunderstandings might be avoided by simply flying a larger flag so that everyone can identify a Primal vessel by the emblem of your flag more easily.
"Whatever you decide I will make certain to inform my superiors and we'll make sure to spread the word about your fleet to the Melrakki and Rose Navies so there aren't any serious misunderstandings."

And when she met him, she bowed. "I am High Queen Phelnia Primus, of the Primus Imperium, Emperor. I am honored to be here; this place is truly magnificent."

He returned her bow.
"You are most kind High Queen. It is an honour to welcome you to Azandria, Jewel of the East. I know your journey was a long one and I hope it was not too strenuous."

"My brother's death was a tragedy, and we still yet feel the gravity of his loss." Margrave Dafydd's face remained stoic, though the truth of his words were visible in his eyes.

"I feel the same way about my own brother. I often wonder if he would have been the better Emperor, but I find it best not to dwell on uncertainties, especially as today is a celebration of prosperity in the face of adversity."
He motioned for a servant carrying a tray of drinks to come over. He took one glass for himself and handed another to the young Exarch while the servant held out the tray to her companions.
"Please, avail yourselves of our hospitality. This wine comes from my own vineyard on the western side of the island. I think you'll find it a passable vintage."

HalfTangible

2016-07-02, 03:19 PM

Jehan nodded as he thought the matter over for a moment.
"You are correct of course Highness. That is why you are a princess and I am but a sea captain. I see only two possible solutions. The first would be to design a naval ensign that isn't black. Alternatively, misunderstandings might be avoided by simply flying a larger flag so that everyone can identify a Primal vessel by the emblem of your flag more easily.
"Whatever you decide I will make certain to inform my superiors and we'll make sure to spread the word about your fleet to the Melrakki and Rose Navies so there aren't any serious misunderstandings."Crudice shrugged. "We're not exactly in a position to sew a new flag. Perhaps when we get to shore we can get a bigger one made." A sly smirk crossed her face. "Perhaps, good captain, you could serve as an escort? It would help prevent a further misunderstanding, and we could speak more on land..."

He returned her bow.
"You are most kind High Queen. It is an honour to welcome you to Azandria, Jewel of the East. I know your journey was a long one and I hope it was not too strenuous."

"Primal women are tough, good Emperor, and most of our retinue is from the Queenlands in any case. We managed." Phelnia looked up, still smiling. She had been clearly been beautiful once, but age and scarring had stripped it away. There was still a charm to her clever grin, and luster in her wine-red hair. She wore a circlet upon her brow that seemed to have been forged together from several daggers, and wore the long concealing robes of the Satsujin clans.

"And the sight of this city (and its men) as well as the potential for trade is well worth it." She winked back at the servant she'd kissed.

"We bring gifts of Wonderwood, a quite fascinating material from Rusathye, for your realm." She pulled back her sleeves to reveal a pair of moonsilver bracers that had become bright orange on her. She removed them and held them out. "And while it may be a small gift in comparison, I've also brought these for you personally. Moonsilver shifts to accomodate your physical needs, as well as to destroy whatever it's striking."

She didn't mention she'd done the same for Fantastigoria. That would be rude.

RandoMan

2016-07-02, 05:18 PM

Eirwen (https://01.img.society6.com/society6/img/Fcer-ODjQTZ0hBtX8_gdv0WiGvY/w_700,h_700/prints/~artwork/s6-0028/a/13710601_10867054/~~/ravenkin-prints.jpg) resisted the urge to follow Lady Sabel's words with her eyes, and instead focused on scratching behind the big cat's ears as he nuzzled her side.

::Happy, pleasure, respect.:: Eirwen's attempts to communicate with Bas Fury herself still felt clumsy, though she tried in earnest to do so. She looked up at Mael as he began to speak, but was distracted as Egg came to kneel before her. She wasn't sure if she should be skeptical of his intentions or charmed by his gallantry, and decided she was both. She smiled easily at the handsome Summer Aeldir halfling,

"I had only learned of the celebration just as my winter session with father was done. He quite dislikes distractions as we study overwinter. Too late upon departing Avonlea once again had I received word that mum would be sailing on to Azandria and would not be here in Zlaten to greet me. It's a shame really, missing all those important dignitaries and such. Being forced to dwell upon this drear isle with none but my sparring partners for company. With no parental guidance whatsoever. What ever is a girl to do?" Her grin was impish as her gaze widened to view the idyllic setting, a pleasant breeze ruffling her hair as the giggles of her maids could be heard from a distance as they danced with the natives to their festive music.

"A girl? You are my princess and heir to the queen. I should be asking you what it is you wish to do and I shall endeavor to have it done."

Maelog heard his brother's teasing answer to the princess but continued looking out across the island refusing to watch as his brother spoke to Eirwen.

"So tell me princess, what would you have us do here upon the Sea of Coin?"

Zayuz

2016-07-03, 11:50 AM

"The Seerono, and the Truserchen in particular, seek knowledge and to spread learning wherever possible. If the Queen permits, scholars could be made available to inform and instruct. Of course, these same scholars also seek new knowledge to bring back to the Unicity."

"And that would be the nature of such a deal, I assure you. ..You see, I have made plans for my people to embark on a great project; A gate that spans across the sea to protect us from threats upon the seas. It is to be a feat like none accomplished before, and through it we hope to learn much about construction - Both how to do so efficiently, and to see if it is possible to create a bridge out of a wall." Zellevera did not smile, though she seemed to be quite content discussing her plan. "I would disclose further should you accept, though what I would like to organize is the research of a.. System powerful enough to raise and lower a massive gate. Many at once would be preferred, all independent of one another. I doubt our current systems are quite powerful enough to accomplish this, but I do know that research is your specialty." With a small pause, she also includes.. "Of course, we would pay you in whatever way both parties agree is reasonable. Be it coin, a favour, or perhaps other southern technologies that have not made their way so far north."

The mention of her Nap annoyed Lady Spring, but Aleuta did not allow it to show on her face. Zellevera had no basis for a reason as to why the Nap would be an inconvenience for Aleuta; for that mater, Aleuta was still struggling with the idea of why the Nap bothered her so much, though she was reasonably certain it was the Cave itself, and not the Ritual. The unholy Cave was a place that Aleuta never wanted to set foot again, but if the honor of Lady Spring was to be preserved, into the Cave she would go.

"It surprises me, Queen Zellevera, that you have not met an Aeldir before." Lady Spring said carefully. "Especially with the duly appointed Lady Kigva living within Xeroas; by all reports, she has made every effort to meet with you since even before your formal coronation, yet there always seemed to be... reasons... that her visits were inconvenient."

"Had time been made for her, I am certain you would have learned much about our ways; that is, after all, part of the reason she is there: to teach and advise, if you let her." Aleuta smiled slowly, "And show you that the Spring Court is not something to be seen as fierce."

"We can be fierce when we need to be, though!" Captain Hywel spoke up, not too far away. This time, though, he managed to see Lady Spring's face as she looked at him; it was part confusion at being interrupted, and part disappointed disdain. The first mate - whose named escaped Aleuta at the moment, but one she promised herself she would learn - grabbed the Captain bodily and quickly moved him away from the Queen and the Season.

Lady Aleuta continued as if nothing happened, "We are the friendliest of Aeldir. Former Queen Lilia and I got along quite well, because we decided to be friends. I should like to continue that relationship with whomever rules in Xeroas. So why have you never met Lady Kigva?"

Zellevra listened carefully to her words, looking away thoughtfully for many moments as the question was asked. Her gaze wandered from the sails to the people, from the fog and finally back to Aleuta. "Well.. If I am to be honest with you.. It is that such relationship with Lilia that has me fear for my safety when Kigva is around. Though I would assume you have.. Good intentions.. I cannot escape the feeling that you would much prefer Lilia to be on the throne than I. I can track her messages, watch her, and guard her to prevent her from making moves to take back her position.. But when she comes to visit you, and when Lady Kigva comes to visit me, I have no idea what might be planned. I am worried that it might be your intention to see Lilia returned to her position of power, and to have me discarded as a minor casualty of politics.."

She sighed, giving Aleuta a hopeless smile. "I might add that this ship is not doing well for your friendliness factor, my Lady. After having heard the threats to call you into battle against me so many times I cannot help but feel uneasy when your people are around. If you told Lilia that you would support her over me, how far would you go to keep that promise? It is my understanding that an Aeldir never breaks their word - Even under the most dire of circumstances.."

There were other things that Zellevera wished to mention, though it was hard to do so after this immediate shot to the bow in terms of diplomacy. Sure, she wasn't too friendly to her at the start; but was this kind of questioning truly merited? Even though Zellevera seemed to be telling the truth, Aleuta would feel there was something she was leaving out. Like her story was incomplete. It became suddenly clear to her that she was speaking to one well versed in the dance of diplomacy. To go on the offensive was truly a smart move on her part.. She would need to watch her words carefully to avoid stepping in the wrong direction.

The guards behind the Queen shuffled restlessly, seemingly unsettled by the tension between the two.

Spiridon smiled at first, but soon his expression darkened.
"The Gauntlet is a bold and dangerous enemy and not a topic fit for a joyous occasion. In any case, I am afraid I can provide you no assistance in regards to that island. It is an intriguing theory, but I am not so sure that the timing matches. I would, of course, need to check our records, but your purposes would best be served by seeking out the Spring Court as it is my understanding they have studied the island extensively.
"There is a Spring Girl resident at my Court who may have knowledge regarding the island. I could easily arrange a meeting between you and the Lady Cynfonni, but you would best be served by travelling to Tir Amser and speaking with Lady Spring herself."
He sighed before continuing.
"Forgive me Zellevera, but I can provide nothing concrete. My people tire of this fruitless search and though my desire for justice remains as strong as ever I too grow tired of kicking aside stones and finding less than dust."

OOC: Gengy, if Cynfonni knows anything and wants to talk to Zellevera about the island she's more than welcome to interrupt or join them for breakfast or something. Ultimately, it's hardly necessary because Zellevera's already talking to her Springness in another time bubble.

Zellevera watched his expression shift and change with the mood, studying how the very mention of his foe soured at least temporarily his otherwise festive demeanor. She nodded silently, her hands behind her back as she did. "Of course, please forgive me. I felt that my predecessor refusing to help your search reflected poorly on my people; I assure you I mean nothing but to repair the damage she has dealt.."

She looks away, biting her lip at the mention of the Spring Court. "Hmm.. Perhaps I will seek her out, though I am reluctant to do so.. I don't know how to explain it, but there's just something about living so long that puts me off. It's like cheating. It corrupts your views." She sighs, a soft smile returning to her face. "But then again, who wouldn't take such a gift if it was offered to them? Immortality as a very concept is ever so appealing to the mind.. Knowing that you are safe from age.."

She chuckles, looking back to her host. It would not do her well to be so open of her loathing of the Aeldir race - Especially when the one she was talking to joint hosted the very event she was present at with them. "But enough about that. With this being our first contact I must admit I know little about you.. Have you a wife? Any children? My people, at least in my city, do not quite endorse the concept of marriage. I find it ever so interesting to hear about those that do though.. One must be very committed to be so loyal to their spouse; Especially in a wonderful city such as this with so many beautiful people such as this.." A playful smile reaches her face, both complimenting his loyalty and poking a bit of fun at it. Zellevera prayed it would lighten the discussion, at least a little bit.

Tychris1

2016-07-03, 01:14 PM

Lady Spring blinked. And blinked again.

This. This was not the expected. She continued to stare at the northern barbarian - this living embodiment of human fear and death - and rolled what had been said to her in her mind, as she considered things. "Well, Nifhel warrior. I will give you this: You have caught me entirely unprepared. Of the deals I had been hoping to conduct, the idea that this one should present itself was never in what I thought as possible."

"First, I would know the name of the warrior who has been given so much power, and asks for aid. It is perhaps unimportant in the grand scheme of things, but I like to know to whom I speak, in case we need to speak again." Lady Spring smiled a slow smile, as the ideas came to her. "Secondly, you have not been misinformed: we are excellent investigators, though many non-Aeldir may try to inform you otherwise. But there opinions are nothing when compared to fact and results. Two things I will be happy to provide for you and the Suzerain. For a price."

"You say there is a war. I know much of conflict among peers, and I will be very pleased to help end another such war. However, doing so comes at great risk to myself and the Spring Girls whom will be doing the investigations. I doubt that the Suzerinty will be welcoming of outside investigators, though I shall do my best to placate them. If we did manage to end this conflict, though, then the Clans of Nifhel would be agreeing to something else in exchange, something... fitting. The attempt will cost you only the promise to look upon the Aeldir more favorably moving forward; success in ending this current conflict, though, will mean that there will be a debt that must be paid."

Lady Spring was not of the Autumn court, and rightfully, what she had in mind should be overseen by a Matron, yet it was in a way a deal. This was one of those thin, blurred lines, and Aleuta would walk it carefully. She continued to look upon the Nifhel with interest. "If you can agree that some form of debt will be incurred, we can begin to negotiate in earnest."

Snorting lowly at the request for her name, Fjolda Niffeldruch sat down on a nearby rock and pulled her bastard sword out of the sand in order to start sharpening. Keeping her eyes leveled on the blade she rambled "In my lands and among my clansmen they call me Riddarar Dauðans, or in your tongue Horseman of Death. That is my true name ever since I was appointed the title, but if you want my useless birth name it's Fjolda Niffeldruch." Taking out one of her many daggers, she began to sharpen it with the whetstone she was using on her bastard sword, and only stopped briefly to tuck a strand of loose hair that fell across her face and laid on her broken nose. "The Nifhel are prepared, begrudgingly, to be in debt to your kin if you succeed in this endeavor. I cannot promise the Nifhel as a whole will look on you favorably, our kind find non-humans repulsive as a whole, but us Horsemen and the Harbinger atleast will keep these feelings to the side in future dealings," She had finished sharpening three knives by this point and began to test the weight and balance of the first one she had sharpened, flipping it with timed precision in her hand before sizing up a nearby tree and throwing the blade deep into its bark. "Personally I don't care whether or not you succeed. If you Aeldir can disprove our proclivity towards doubt then this war can end and I can work towards bridging the gap between followers of the one true god, and if you fail then all of the Horsemen Pestilence's arguments and meetings to set this up will be for naught and she'll look like an even bigger fool than when she first proposed this. A win-win as you southerners say. I was only chosen because of the Horsemen and the Harbinger I was voted the least visually jarring to outsiders."

She shrugged, clearly not treating any of this personally.

"Now, for your negotiations. Speak your terms."

Kythia

2016-07-03, 01:20 PM

At some point, probably after the interaction with the Lady Spring, a short dark skinned woman approaches the group. She is wearing a mask that appears to be a large bird of prey, with red and gold feathers. She is a foot shorter than the queen, and not nearly as well muscled. She did, however, show some deference.

"Greetings, Nonqaba Shoska, Queen of Bees." SHe bowed, hands held at shoulder height, palms up. "Etasiel Ebrimred PhoenixCourser, "The Forbidden Courtesan”, Gearedlathe, Pontisep of the Seerono." She looked up, meeting th Queen's eyes. He hands curled inward, fingers touching shoulders. "The Queen of Bees has travelled from the far south to the Grnad Celebration. So too has the Pontisep. Perhaps discussion in the hopes of understanding, would be beneficial?

Pontisep? she asks one of the retinue to a general parade of shrugs and a brief burst of what is obviously speculation in their native language.

Well. Regardless. Perhaps it would perhaps it wouldn't, but we can only find out by trying it. Would you like a puppy? We have brought them with us from the centre of the world, they come from the far north.

Eventually, following her interaction with Lady Spring, the Queen of Bees found herself led to stand before Duke Autumn, the Fifteenth Maestro, and the various other Fantastigorian Duksaes and nobles assembled in the Maestro's Courtyard of Fantastigoria Primacentra. Their appearance had prompted a bevy of murmurs among the Fantastigorians. Many 'greetings' were exchanged in a variety of colorful and backhanded complimentary fashions befitting the catty court of Fantastigoria. The small Duke however found himself intrigued that such a simple people claimed the same sort of dominance and presence as the other assembled kingdoms. Then again, he thought to himself, the Primal were likely here as well. Inwardly he chuckled to himself recalling his mentor's love-hate friendship with the High Queen Roethye.

The youthful appearing Duke straightened as the savage looking strangers were ushered forward to greet him and he smiled, the tips of his mouth disappearing beneath the fox mask that hid his upper face.

"Greetings and welcome to Villae Fantomae. On behalf of the Rose Demesne and the people of Fantastigoria it is my honor as Duke Autumn to welcome you to these celebrations."

And as Queen of the Bees my honour to attend. I didn't think I would be able to, but I am glad I have trekked here. I understand you're new to being the Duke? There was a Lady before you? Congratulations, I hope the transition was peaceful. If there's any advice or help I can offer then please do just ask.

Behind the butterfly mask, Lady Spring looked upon the Queen of Bees with a sly smile. "If you are asking me how Aeldir reproduce, I will point out that the Summer and Winter courts have found humans - especially those from Avonlea - quite interesting. However, the primary way we make new Aeldir is... not something I am comfortable discussing. Among my many titles, I am the Matron of the New. Let us just say that my duties include not just new ideas, but assisting with the careful growth of new Aeldir. And that is all I am going to say on the matter."

"Friends we might become, but some things are secrets that run so deep, to speak them would be to cheapen them." Lady Aleuta turned her attention back to Fantastigoria, and could see that the harbor was coming in sight. "I will be pleased to discuss matters of... exchanging gifts with you. Avonlea has something we call 'The Dawnsea Route', which is a large system of bartering for many different gifts. I will review this matter with Queen Aris, and if the merchants are not too stretched, placing your Pups and Honey upon this Route would be quite favorable. Otherwise, perhaps the Union of Besina would be open to more trade. I will consider it and get back to you."

"Now, the Harbor comes up, and that is where a great deal of the party is happening... at least, here. If you and yours would like to see other islands, meet other political powers, or just generally enjoy a cruise around the Sea of Coin, please feel free to ask myself, Duke Autumn, or if you see her, the Queen of Aonvlea. We would be honored to have you either aboard one of our own vessels, or assist you in locating someone whom would take you to where ever you wished to go, in exchange for some of the gifts you have brought. In the meantime, I am quite pleased to continue conversing with you, if you had further questions!"

She stands watching the ships for a moment before replying. Always questions, but some of them are not important enough to take up the time of a ruler. We will look round. If you have any questions for me, do feel free to find me and ask them.

Aedilred

2016-07-03, 06:33 PM

Ardashir stared, dumbstruck at the magnitude of the insult offered him by Lady Spring.

"Goddamn bitch," came a voice at his side. "Who the hell does she think she was talking to?"

Ah yes. Kambuzir lurched up next to his brother and glared bleary-eyed after the departing Aeldir lady, his expression brimming with anger. "You wouldn't let anyone else talk to you like that, not even Helaine. You zhu-should do something."

It was tempting to unleash the Braal and tell them to cut their way through to Aleuta, make her regret every last ounce of her incompetence and misplaced disdain. But the king stepped on that hard as soon as the thought crossed his mind. To allow his emotions to control his actions would be an error out of keeping with everything his kingship had been built on. It's what Kambuzir would do - and that's why Kambuzir would never be king.

"No," he said, though not without a degree of regret. "We are guests here and must behave as such."

"Unwelcome guests it seems." Kambuzir was drunk, though Ardashir refrained from castigating him this time.

"Indeed. Let us be gone from here then and travel somewhere to speak with someone more worthy of our time."

Azandria

After the fiasco at Melzini the party boarded ship and headed for Azandria, seeking to talk, as Kambuzir had put it in his inimitable style, to "some f-ing grown-ups".

The king felt a slight pang as he entered the city, remembering that he was the third generation of his family to set foot here, and immediately wished his grandfather was here with him to reprise his role, rather than back in Avali trying to settle the unrest the investigation had caused. No-one in the League was irreplaceable, but if there was one candidate, it was Prince Kusal. Ardashir's only regret was that there was only one of him.

Dra'ulkaa

The delegation also made a brief stop in Dra'ulkaa, much to the joy of the king's brother, who was eager to partake of the fine wines on offer. The occasion also provided the opportunity for a diversion for the Braal - and to demonstrate their great strength - in the wrestling. The king himself declined to play chess, however, for for all that he admired the game he knew he would never be anything more than a middling player, lacking as he did the time or inclination to memorise the hundreds of move combinations needed to play correctly.

Total score = 37 (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?441543-EMPIRE2!-Dice-Rolling&p=20961432#post20961432)

HalfTangible

2016-07-04, 03:03 PM

[Melzini Archipelago]
Looking for Lady Spring

One of Primus' new Queenland ships came to shore where the Best Friend had directed, and a small group of guards had come off with them. They looked for Lady Spring along the shores, before making their way inland if they had not found them.

The High Queen looked down to the Spring Girl next to her. Gwyndulin had not been happy to arrive in Primus after months (or was it weeks?) of travel, only to discover that the man of the moonlit tower had come and gone. Phelnia had offered to personally escort the Best Friend back to Lady Spring at the Grand Celebration of Villae Fantomae and Azandria, though she had not seemed entirely placated.

That was fine. Phelnia didn't like her either.

She doubted Aleuta would be able to talk long, but she did miss her friend. Maybe they could arrange time for a game of chess?

... Had she told Lady Spring about Ysry yet?

[Gamesman's Grove, Dra'ulkaa]

Crudice was enjoying a good brawl in the wrestling ring. The red-skinned, horned girl was a force to be reckoned with in combat; she had been trained by the Orm and the Dullahan, and she lived among the Primal warriors most of the rest of her life. She had also heard of her mother's interactions with the satyrs, which sounded like a time worth travelling across the sea for.

She finished her combat sweaty and drained, but satisfied.

The Satsujin who had come with her (he was calling him Senyaku now, she thought?) was having a less fun time with the chessboard. Pity.

Wrestling: 46 (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=20963926&postcount=916)
Chess: 21
Race: 4

Mary_Sue

2016-07-05, 07:13 PM

Spiridon bowed politely before speaking.
"Greetings to you also High Queen Aris. It is a pleasure to welcome you to Azandria once again. My mother thought very highly of your predecessor and the people of Avonlea are held in high regard at my Court. Please, do not concern yourself with the unrest in Kherson. The blame lies squarely upon my shoulders as Emperor and Lord Paramount of the South for in my haste I permitted the investigation without properly considering the ramifications or the need for oversight."
He sighed quietly before continuing.
"Had the Gauntlet been found it would be easy to justify to my subjects, but alas, the nobles of Kherson see only their freedoms and privileges being taken away. It is the price of our prosperity."

Aris smiled in visible relief of the Emperor's forgiveness.

"Your understanding is appreciated, my Lord and will not be forgotten. It is gratifying to know that we are alike in our nature to strive against evil. I of course, against the Council and you the Iron Gauntlet. Your tenacity in such endeavors is looked on favourably by my people, even as they are resented by your own." Aris fell silent momentarily and glanced around inexplicably.

"I wonder Emperor, might we enjoy a private audience?" She said no more or gave no hint of the matter, her face was cast in a mild smile which lacked pretense or intrigue.

"A girl? You are my princess and heir to the queen. I should be asking you what it is you wish to do and I shall endeavor to have it done."

Maelog heard his brother's teasing answer to the princess but continued looking out across the island refusing to watch as his brother spoke to Eirwen.

"So tell me princess, what would you have us do here upon the Sea of Coin?"

Eirwen's black, enigmatic eyes fell upon Egg with an expression of amused surprise and she studied him cautiously before she replied, even as she continued to scratch Fury's thick fur. The handsome half-Aeldir of Summer had never before deigned to flirt with her, though she had never been able to discern if it were out of respect or disinterest that she had been so spurned of his intentions. She had been born a princess, but only recently had she been named heiress. She resolved to remain skeptical, though she admitted to herself that she had long been jealous of his attentions to the other girls of her court and his sudden change of heart was not wholly unwelcome. A slow, canny smile warmed her pale features,

"Let us go to the Gamesman's Grove then!" She turned to poke the brooding Maelog,

"Mael, fancy a game of chess with me? And what do you think of wrestling? I'm certain Egg could take on anybody in the tournament, won't that be a sight to watch? If he's keen to test his mettle." She turned back to Egan as she spoke that last, a mischievous smile lighting up her delicate features.

Elemental

2016-07-06, 12:21 PM

Crudice shrugged. "We're not exactly in a position to sew a new flag. Perhaps when we get to shore we can get a bigger one made." A sly smirk crossed her face. "Perhaps, good captain, you could serve as an escort? It would help prevent a further misunderstanding, and we could speak more on land..."

"Of course Highness. I did not mean to imply it had to be done immediately. And of course it would be an honour to serve as your escort."
He bowed graciously.
"I am at your complete disposal."
The poor man did not realise quite what he had just gotten into.

"Primal women are tough, good Emperor, and most of our retinue is from the Queenlands in any case. We managed." Phelnia looked up, still smiling. She had been clearly been beautiful once, but age and scarring had stripped it away. There was still a charm to her clever grin, and luster in her wine-red hair. She wore a circlet upon her brow that seemed to have been forged together from several daggers, and wore the long concealing robes of the Satsujin clans.

"And the sight of this city (and its men) as well as the potential for trade is well worth it." She winked back at the servant she'd kissed.

"We bring gifts of Wonderwood, a quite fascinating material from Rusathye, for your realm." She pulled back her sleeves to reveal a pair of moonsilver bracers that had become bright orange on her. She removed them and held them out. "And while it may be a small gift in comparison, I've also brought these for you personally. Moonsilver shifts to accomodate your physical needs, as well as to destroy whatever it's striking."

She didn't mention she'd done the same for Fantastigoria. That would be rude.

"I am glad you find our hospitality to your liking thus far."
With a curious expression on his face, Spiridon took the bracers as they were offered to him.
"My shipwrights will no doubt find the Wonderwood very interesting, but I personally am rather surprised by these bracers. I fully expected the fabled Moonsilver to be, well, silvery. Is it always this colour?"

Zellevera watched his expression shift and change with the mood, studying how the very mention of his foe soured at least temporarily his otherwise festive demeanor. She nodded silently, her hands behind her back as she did. "Of course, please forgive me. I felt that my predecessor refusing to help your search reflected poorly on my people; I assure you I mean nothing but to repair the damage she has dealt.."

She looks away, biting her lip at the mention of the Spring Court. "Hmm.. Perhaps I will seek her out, though I am reluctant to do so.. I don't know how to explain it, but there's just something about living so long that puts me off. It's like cheating. It corrupts your views." She sighs, a soft smile returning to her face. "But then again, who wouldn't take such a gift if it was offered to them? Immortality as a very concept is ever so appealing to the mind.. Knowing that you are safe from age.."

She chuckles, looking back to her host. It would not do her well to be so open of her loathing of the Aeldir race - Especially when the one she was talking to joint hosted the very event she was present at with them. "But enough about that. With this being our first contact I must admit I know little about you.. Have you a wife? Any children? My people, at least in my city, do not quite endorse the concept of marriage. I find it ever so interesting to hear about those that do though.. One must be very committed to be so loyal to their spouse; Especially in a wonderful city such as this with so many beautiful people such as this.." A playful smile reaches her face, both complimenting his loyalty and poking a bit of fun at it. Zellevera prayed it would lighten the discussion, at least a little bit.

"There is no need for concern. We do not look upon your people poorly for choosing not to engage in a fruitless search. There is no damage to repair that I am aware of."
Spiridon nodded in agreement.
"It is true. To one unused to them the Aeldir can seem otherworldly, those of the Spring Court especially. Rest assured, they can be quite personable once you are used to them. Again those of the Spring Court especially."
He smiled as the conversation was returned to more pleasant matters.
"I am a grandfather actually. The Lady has blessed my eldest daughter, Jovana, with three beautiful children. It is a shame though that she chose to reside in Cerilin. My wife and I do not see our grandchildren anywhere near enough."
The mention of the difficulty of commitment made him chuckle.
"It is not hard. True, Azandria is home to many beautiful people, but I married the most beautiful one of them."

Azandria

After the fiasco at Melzini the party boarded ship and headed for Azandria, seeking to talk, as Kambuzir had put it in his inimitable style, to "some f-ing grown-ups".

The king felt a slight pang as he entered the city, remembering that he was the third generation of his family to set foot here, and immediately wished his grandfather was here with him to reprise his role, rather than back in Avali trying to settle the unrest the investigation had caused. No-one in the League was irreplaceable, but if there was one candidate, it was Prince Kusal. Ardashir's only regret was that there was only one of him.

Note: Skipping ahead to meeting the Emperor...

"King Ardashir, it is my pleasure to welcome you to Azandria, City of Glories and Jewel of the East."
The Emperor bowed gracefully.
"I gather my son did not make a favourable first impression upon you at Farbensa. I apologise that I was not able to attend in person, there were matters that required my immediate and uninterrupted attention."

Aris smiled in visible relief of the Emperor's forgiveness.

"Your understanding is appreciated, my Lord and will not be forgotten. It is gratifying to know that we are alike in our nature to strive against evil. I of course, against the Council and you the Iron Gauntlet. Your tenacity in such endeavors is looked on favourably by my people, even as they are resented by your own." Aris fell silent momentarily and glanced around inexplicably.

"I wonder Emperor, might we enjoy a private audience?" She said no more or gave no hint of the matter, her face was cast in a mild smile which lacked pretense or intrigue.

"You flatter me Aris. Tenacity is a virtue for younger men who still feel the call of the hunt, as my friends in Hortis would say. I may be forced to surrender the chase and let the ghosts of the past seek their own rest. A leader is only as strong as the people who follow them and in my search for just vengeance I have neglected their needs."
He smiled faintly.
"Apologies for the somewhat serious turn this conversation has taken. This is a day of merriment to begin a month of the same, we do no good dwelling on the past.
"It is the custom of my wife and I to enjoy a light meal before retiring to our bedchamber. It would be a pleasure if you would sup with us this evening. I am afraid my schedule these coming days would not make arranging a more formal private audience practical."

Gengy

2016-07-06, 01:17 PM

Zellevra listened carefully to her words, looking away thoughtfully for many moments as the question was asked. Her gaze wandered from the sails to the people, from the fog and finally back to Aleuta. "Well.. If I am to be honest with you.. It is that such relationship with Lilia that has me fear for my safety when Kigva is around. Though I would assume you have.. Good intentions.. I cannot escape the feeling that you would much prefer Lilia to be on the throne than I. I can track her messages, watch her, and guard her to prevent her from making moves to take back her position.. But when she comes to visit you, and when Lady Kigva comes to visit me, I have no idea what might be planned. I am worried that it might be your intention to see Lilia returned to her position of power, and to have me discarded as a minor casualty of politics.."

She sighed, giving Aleuta a hopeless smile. "I might add that this ship is not doing well for your friendliness factor, my Lady. After having heard the threats to call you into battle against me so many times I cannot help but feel uneasy when your people are around. If you told Lilia that you would support her over me, how far would you go to keep that promise? It is my understanding that an Aeldir never breaks their word - Even under the most dire of circumstances.."

There were other things that Zellevera wished to mention, though it was hard to do so after this immediate shot to the bow in terms of diplomacy. Sure, she wasn't too friendly to her at the start; but was this kind of questioning truly merited? Even though Zellevera seemed to be telling the truth, Aleuta would feel there was something she was leaving out. Like her story was incomplete. It became suddenly clear to her that she was speaking to one well versed in the dance of diplomacy. To go on the offensive was truly a smart move on her part.. She would need to watch her words carefully to avoid stepping in the wrong direction.

The guards behind the Queen shuffled restlessly, seemingly unsettled by the tension between the two.

If Lady Aleuta was at all disturbed by the amount of effort Zellevera put into keeping track of her predecessor, she did not show it. In truth, Lady Spring saw these precautions as both wise and well thought out, even if it was irksome to a personal friend of hers. "True Friends are things that Aeldir have few of. It is true that I have become friendly with Lilia, and I do like her, but I am not her True Friend; not as the Aeldir see it. The Spring Court... meddling in selection of an heir or whom rules in what region is not something that I would support. Deciding whom is in charge of what non-Aeldir kingdom is quite possibly the furthest thing from my purview that I can think of; you can rest assured that I have no intentions of making or approving orders that might cause you to lose your throne. Lilia is... following the beliefs of your people."

"I may not fully understand those beliefs, but because of them, I will stay out of your government's politics. Lady Aut... excuse me, Duke Autumn for the moment," Aleuta pointedly did not look across the deck at where the first mate was keeping the Captain busy, "would be the one more interested in such things, and since his appointment to the role of Regent, he and I have talked very little. All I know for certain is that we would much rather establish friendly terms with the Crystal Union then be at odds with them."

"If Lilia asked for my aid in deposing you, I would question her as to why. Last we talked, as far as I was aware, she only wished to be left alone, to follow the callings of your faith in peace. Personally speaking, I think you should try talking to her. And if you feel uncomfortable doing so alone, then call upon Lady Kigva. I have called Lilia friend; but not True Friend, and so Lady Kigva will be more than happy to moderate fairly, if you deem it needed."

Lady Spring began to roam around the ship's deck, not really caring if Zellevra followed. "There is quite the difference between a friend of a single Aeldir, and a True Friend to Aeldir. One can be earned as simple as accepting a handshake. The other... the other must be proven, in many different ways, to all Aeldir. I offer you my friendship, Queen of Xeroas, but please do not mistake that as the friendship of all Aeldir."

"As a whole, Aeldir are... imposing, I think the word is. This ship reflects that. It is imposing. I would much rather be on a merchant vessel, but with my recent inquiries into other realms to track down the Iron Gauntlet, I alas am unable to travel as freely as before. Yet, do not think that this is aimed at the Crystal Union; as I have said, we'd much rather remain friends with you and your compatriots. So it concerns me to hear that people are whispering threats to call us into battle. Who? And why? Other than a slight by the former Queen of the Ruby Legion, the Aeldir have very little reasons that I can think of to dislike your people, or those you call allies within your Federation. So whomever is whispering this call to action against the Rose Demesne, I urge you to consider: who benefits if we were to fight?"

Snorting lowly at the request for her name, Fjolda Niffeldruch sat down on a nearby rock and pulled her bastard sword out of the sand in order to start sharpening. Keeping her eyes leveled on the blade she rambled "In my lands and among my clansmen they call me Riddarar Dauðans, or in your tongue Horseman of Death. That is my true name ever since I was appointed the title, but if you want my useless birth name it's Fjolda Niffeldruch." Taking out one of her many daggers, she began to sharpen it with the whetstone she was using on her bastard sword, and only stopped briefly to tuck a strand of loose hair that fell across her face and laid on her broken nose. "The Nifhel are prepared, begrudgingly, to be in debt to your kin if you succeed in this endeavor. I cannot promise the Nifhel as a whole will look on you favorably, our kind find non-humans repulsive as a whole, but us Horsemen and the Harbinger atleast will keep these feelings to the side in future dealings," She had finished sharpening three knives by this point and began to test the weight and balance of the first one she had sharpened, flipping it with timed precision in her hand before sizing up a nearby tree and throwing the blade deep into its bark. "Personally I don't care whether or not you succeed. If you Aeldir can disprove our proclivity towards doubt then this war can end and I can work towards bridging the gap between followers of the one true god, and if you fail then all of the Horsemen Pestilence's arguments and meetings to set this up will be for naught and she'll look like an even bigger fool than when she first proposed this. A win-win as you southerners say. I was only chosen because of the Horsemen and the Harbinger I was voted the least visually jarring to outsiders."

She shrugged, clearly not treating any of this personally.

"Now, for your negotiations. Speak your terms."

WIP (check back later, sorry)

She stands watching the ships for a moment before replying. Always questions, but some of them are not important enough to take up the time of a ruler. We will look round. If you have any questions for me, do feel free to find me and ask them.

"I will seek you out, I think, when discussing trade matters. For now, though, please, do enjoy yourself." Lady Spring nodded politely, and then disappeared within the crowd.

[Melzini Archipelago]
Looking for Lady Spring

One of Primus' new Queenland ships came to shore where the Best Friend had directed, and a small group of guards had come off with them. They looked for Lady Spring along the shores, before making their way inland if they had not found them.

The High Queen looked down to the Spring Girl next to her. Gwyndulin had not been happy to arrive in Primus after months (or was it weeks?) of travel, only to discover that the man of the moonlit tower had come and gone. Phelnia had offered to personally escort the Best Friend back to Lady Spring at the Grand Celebration of Villae Fantomae and Azandria, though she had not seemed entirely placated.

That was fine. Phelnia didn't like her either.

She doubted Aleuta would be able to talk long, but she did miss her friend. Maybe they could arrange time for a game of chess?

... Had she told Lady Spring about Ysry yet?

Gwyndulin was upset. She'd been sent all the way to Primus - full of barbarous people who challenged her to fights - and when she finally had been presented to the High Queen, she had found out from Lady Rhona that the conversation with the man from the Twilight Tower had already completed some weeks ago. As Best Friend, Gwyndulin was within her rights to complain of this to Lady Spring, but... there had been something there worth discussing, and while the High Queen had never let it out of her sights, Gwyndulin was quite pleased to confirm for Phelnia that the topic of discussion did seem to work as expected.

Now that they were here in Melzini, though, Gwyndulin was going to find Lady Spring, and give Aleuta a piece of her mind. The light piece of white cloth that wrapped around Gwyndulin's eyes did not impede her in the slightest, and Spring Girls on the island led her quickly towards Aleuta without delay.

"Lady Spring!" Gwyndulin called out. "I would speak with you."

"Ah, Gwyndulin. I would be happy to speak with you, but I have been called upon by Queen Phelnia, and as acting host for the Melzini Archipelago, I must see to our guests first."

Protestesting with no real reason, Gwyndulin started to say, "But...!"

"There are no excuses for delaying in seeing to a duty, Best Friend Gwyndulin. Remember that." Lady Spring walked off, leaving her Best Friend upset and perplexed.

-----------------------------------

"Phelnia!" Aleuta said with genuine warmth in her voice as she approached the High Queen of Primus. "I was not sure if I would see you here. So good to be proven wrong, for once. How did the... meeting... go?"

HalfTangible

2016-07-06, 01:17 PM

"Of course Highness. I did not mean to imply it had to be done immediately. And of course it would be an honour to serve as your escort."
He bowed graciously.
"I am at your complete disposal."
The poor man did not realise quite what he had just gotten into.Crudice smirked with amusement. Men took so much time to get the hint. She walked forward, and pulled his face up to look into his eyes. "Glad to hear it." Her voice carried a light musical tone to it now. "I'll pass word on to my ship."

She licked her lips, then leaned close to whisper in his ear. "I look forward to seeing you on shore, my dear captain, so our peoples may... grow closer."

She then released his chin and winked. "Unless you'd like me to stay on your ship?"

The Primal reputation for a voracious appetite was apparently well-earned.

"I am glad you find our hospitality to your liking thus far."
With a curious expression on his face, Spiridon took the bracers as they were offered to him.
"My shipwrights will no doubt find the Wonderwood very interesting, but I personally am rather surprised by these bracers. I fully expected the fabled Moonsilver to be, well, silvery. Is it always this colour?"

She chuckled and shook her head. "No, Emperor. Moonsilver is quite the fascinating material. I'm told it's silver in its raw form, but once it has been forged it shifts both color and shape to accomodate its wearers'... let's call it 'preference', though it mostly does to to fit how you move and fight. They are orange now because I have been carrying them around the last few days, so that I may present them as a gift to you. They will change over time as you (or whoever you choose) wear them; sometimes within moments of contact, but usually it takes a few days."

"Its capacity to adapt and change over time is why we call it moonsilver. The term in the Primal tongue also translates to 'blood of the world', but moonsilver is more quickly understood to be a metal."

"Phelnia!" Aleuta said with genuine warmth in her voice as she approached the High Queen of Primus. "I was not sure if I would see you here. So good to be proven wrong, for once. How did the... meeting... go?"Phelnia smiled with warmth of her own. "Aeluta. Rhona and I got started as soon as possible; I did not think delaying was a good idea, under the circumstances. And..." She blushed. "I heard that... that the Archduke of Nemeria would be here."

She couldn't remember if she'd written to Aleuta about her... entanglement with Ysry.

"... My meeting went..." She hesitated. "... Let me put it this way. The bad news is we can't go into the Silv- Moonlit Tower anymore, and my people are confined to the eastern edge of the desert. I've also been informed that to seek any other artifacts out through the information in the tower will be a waste of time, as someone else will get to them first. And I'm inclined to believe my source."

"The good news is we got something... interesting, in payment." She leaned in close to whisper in Aleuta's ear.

...

Oh.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH.

Now THAT was interesting.

She leaned back, slipping a letter into Lady Spring's hand. "I confirmed that it works before coming. Rhona also wanted me to give you this message. Gwyndulin will probably debrief you sufficiently later, but more perspectives are never a bad thing."

She hesitated.

"... So... how are you doing, =little sister?= We haven't spoken face-to-face in a long time."

EtuBrutus

2016-07-06, 02:57 PM

Spiridon returned the bow.
"Likewise Archduke and thank you. Many people laboured long and hard to restore Azandria to the glory befitting an imperial seat. I still remember how it was in my youth, prosperous, but a faded shadow of the legendary city built so long ago.""I fear my own capital is little more than a sprawling mess in comparison. When my namesake settled the area, he seemed far more concerned with housing his refugee people than building a city of note. Luckily, the Earls of Amarthius were not of a like mind." A smile crossed his face, as if he had remembered something. "Speaking of the Queen's City..."

The Archduke shot Andy a look, and soon the adolescent was fumbling to present the Emperor with a bottle of wine.

"Every celebration should have really good wine."

Sorry, got caught up the last few days in the old American past time of "Gunshots or Fireworks?" Mostly fireworks, but I heard a few... suspicious reports... :smalltongue:

Reggiejam

2016-07-06, 06:04 PM

And as Queen of the Bees my honour to attend. I didn't think I would be able to, but I am glad I have trekked here. I understand you're new to being the Duke? There was a Lady before you? Congratulations, I hope the transition was peaceful. If there's any advice or help I can offer then please do just ask.

The Duke bit his lip to hide a smile at the offer of advice from a creature no doubt a fraction of a fraction his age, "I thank you for your offer. Might I ask your thoughts on the best way to handle one's vassals? As Duke of Caer Coll before my regency I held no vassals, only subjects, but now as Regent of the Autumn Court I find myself flooded with requests and offers from vassals across the Demesne. Sometimes I think kindness is in order yet other times I think perhaps I ought to ring the necks of those too incompetent to run their own domains. Which do you prefer? Kindness or cruelty?"

BootStrapTommy

2016-07-06, 09:07 PM

"I feel the same way about my own brother. I often wonder if he would have been the better Emperor, but I find it best not to dwell on uncertainties, especially as today is a celebration of prosperity in the face of adversity."
He motioned for a servant carrying a tray of drinks to come over. He took one glass for himself and handed another to the young Exarch while the servant held out the tray to her companions.
"Please, avail yourselves of our hospitality. This wine comes from my own vineyard on the western side of the island. I think you'll find it a passable vintage.""Thank you, Emperor," the Exarch responded.

The First Nihonwyr accepted his own cup from the servant. The Raj followed suit, the cup looking comically small held between two of his fingers.

"The city is fantastic, Emperor Spiridon. Truly a marvel. It's restoration is truly worth celebration."

RandoMan

2016-07-07, 10:23 AM

Eirwen's black, enigmatic eyes fell upon Egg with an expression of amused surprise and she studied him cautiously before she replied, even as she continued to scratch Fury's thick fur. The handsome half-Aeldir of Summer had never before deigned to flirt with her, though she had never been able to discern if it were out of respect or disinterest that she had been so spurned of his intentions. She had been born a princess, but only recently had she been named heiress. She resolved to remain skeptical, though she admitted to herself that she had long been jealous of his attentions to the other girls of her court and his sudden change of heart was not wholly unwelcome. A slow, canny smile warmed her pale features,

"Let us go to the Gamesman's Grove then!" She turned to poke the brooding Maelog,

"Mael, fancy a game of chess with me? And what do you think of wrestling? I'm certain Egg could take on anybody in the tournament, won't that be a sight to watch? If he's keen to test his mettle." She turned back to Egan as she spoke that last, a mischievous smile lighting up her delicate features.

Whatever hopefulness had welled in Maelog's eyes at the prospect of chess with the Avonlean princess died as she turned her words back to his brother.

"I fear you may put too much confidence in me, princess. Mael is the better fighter between us."

"You've won more wrestling matches than I've even wrestled," Maelog answered his brother's piteous attempts to distract from his new goal of stealing Eirwen, "Aeldir aren't supposed to lie."

The words might have been teasing from any other but Maelog spoke them with venom borne of jealousy and self pity. He knew his brother's coy deference to Eirwen was simply a feint intended to pull her away for himself. He always knew just what to do to get under Maelog's skin. He knew he fancied the princess and now here he was attempting to steal her.

"Let us go to the Grove. The fresh air will be welcome after the city."

Egan's words attempted to distract from Maelog's and once more he felt thrust into the shadows. If he didn't bend to lick his elder brother's boots he wouldn't be tolerated it seemed. That was fine then.

"I'll stay with Lady Sabel. I'd rather not go play children's games with the satyrs. They're awful smelling creatures."

There. He would not tolerate being made the butt of his brother's jokes. As the thought passed it occurred to him he was leaving his brother alone with the princess. No, that would be fine. So long as Maelog wasn't there he doubted Egg would pursue her. He knew he only did so to prod envy from his younger brother. Without himself around to be ridiculed and pitied his brother would no doubt run dry of things to talk about.

Egan frowned at his brother's refusal to accompany them to Uldrakka. He had been trying to encourage Mael with Eirwen despite his own feelings fro the Avonlean heir. He tried hard to contain his flirtatious nature both out of respect for her as princess of his mother's realm and in the hopes that his brother might find a chance to speak with her. He knew Mael struggled with his identity, the secrecy around his origin, and his complete lack of attachment to their father who had already died when he'd been born. He wanted nothing more than to help his brother but Mael seemed determined to refuse all aid.

He turned from his brother back to Eirwen and bowed his head, "As you wish princess. Mael, if you change your mind you know where we'll be."

Egan extended his arm to Eirwen that he might act as an escort following proper etiquette. Once they were away from the others he spoke apologetically.

"I'm sorry for Mael. He is going through a difficult time. I hope you won't hold his words against him."

Mary_Sue

2016-07-07, 03:29 PM

Whatever hopefulness had welled in Maelog's eyes at the prospect of chess with the Avonlean princess died as she turned her words back to his brother.

"I fear you may put too much confidence in me, princess. Mael is the better fighter between us."

"You've won more wrestling matches than I've even wrestled," Maelog answered his brother's piteous attempts to distract from his new goal of stealing Eirwen, "Aeldir aren't supposed to lie."

The words might have been teasing from any other but Maelog spoke them with venom borne of jealousy and self pity. He knew his brother's coy deference to Eirwen was simply a feint intended to pull her away for himself. He always knew just what to do to get under Maelog's skin. He knew he fancied the princess and now here he was attempting to steal her.

"Let us go to the Grove. The fresh air will be welcome after the city."

Egan's words attempted to distract from Maelog's and once more he felt thrust into the shadows. If he didn't bend to lick his elder brother's boots he wouldn't be tolerated it seemed. That was fine then.

"I'll stay with Lady Sabel. I'd rather not go play children's games with the satyrs. They're awful smelling creatures."

There. He would not tolerate being made the butt of his brother's jokes. As the thought passed it occurred to him he was leaving his brother alone with the princess. No, that would be fine. So long as Maelog wasn't there he doubted Egg would pursue her. He knew he only did so to prod envy from his younger brother. Without himself around to be ridiculed and pitied his brother would no doubt run dry of things to talk about.

Egan frowned at his brother's refusal to accompany them to Uldrakka. He had been trying to encourage Mael with Eirwen despite his own feelings fro the Avonlean heir. He tried hard to contain his flirtatious nature both out of respect for her as princess of his mother's realm and in the hopes that his brother might find a chance to speak with her. He knew Mael struggled with his identity, the secrecy around his origin, and his complete lack of attachment to their father who had already died when he'd been born. He wanted nothing more than to help his brother but Mael seemed determined to refuse all aid.

He turned from his brother back to Eirwen and bowed his head, "As you wish princess. Mael, if you change your mind you know where we'll be."

Egan extended his arm to Eirwen that he might act as an escort following proper etiquette. Once they were away from the others he spoke apologetically.

"I'm sorry for Mael. He is going through a difficult time. I hope you won't hold his words against him."

Eirwen had been taken aback by Mael's vehement refusal to accompany her to the Gamesman's Grove and she regarded him with some surprise.

"I am sorry you feel that way Mael. I will save a game for you if you change your mind." She took Egg's proferred arm even as she turned to look back at Mael with some disturbed confusion.

She looked up at Egg's profile as he spoke as they walked arm in arm.

"I don't blame him at all." Her feminine features were troubled as she regarded the half-summer Aeldir.

"In fact, I fear that I have played no small part in Mael's discontent. You see, I have only realized that his brooding nature has caused me to regard him still as a boy, and not the man grown that he has become. I am certain that he senses it and resents it, do you not think this is so?" The Princess spoke earnestly having dropped her pretense of teasing in her concern for her friend.

RandoMan

2016-07-07, 04:44 PM

Eirwen had been taken aback by Mael's vehement refusal to accompany her to the Gamesman's Grove and she regarded him with some surprise.

"I am sorry you feel that way Mael. I will save a game for you if you change your mind." She took Egg's proferred arm even as she turned to look back at Mael with some disturbed confusion.

She looked up at Egg's profile as he spoke as they walked arm in arm.

"I don't blame him at all." Her feminine features were troubled as she regarded the half-summer Aeldir.

"In fact, I fear that I have played no small part in Mael's discontent. You see, I have only realized that his brooding nature has caused me to regard him still as a boy, and not the man grown that he has become. I am certain that he senses it and resents it, do you not think this is so?" The Princess spoke earnestly having dropped her pretense of teasing in her concern for her friend.

"You may be right. He is still entering manhood which is a difficult thing as half Aeldir living in Avonlea. Surrounded by the women of your court and without a father or another Aeldir who knows the pains of transitions from boyhood to manhood is difficult. I myself struggled with it, if you'll forgive my speaking so candidly. I found willing aid from some of the Unicorn knights from Inorog and Prince Calvin Blackhall*. I've tried to encourage Mael to speak with them but he has refused my overtures."

Egan's face was set in a frown as he contemplated his brother though it softened as he turned to look upon Eirwen.

"I'm hopeful he will find the strength within himself to accept help and guidance from others besides Lady Sabel. I don't think the Consort truly cares for either of us as bastards of her lord's predecessor but instead sees us as tools for her own purposes. I doubt she would have even agreed to train us if the request hadn't come from your mother."

Realizing his face had slowly twisted in resentment as he spoke of the First Consort of the Summer Court he again let the tension relax from him and smiled apologetically.

"I'm sorry princess, I do not mean to concern you with my idle thoughts on our teacher. I thank you for your concern about my brother. Perhaps when you see him again and his temperament is cooled you might speak with him yourself. Tell him you see his maturing age and nature. I believe he fancies you, again asking forgiveness for my candidness, so to hear as much from you and to encourage him to speak with the men of Avonlea might come better from you than from me."

I hope you don't mind my introducing an Avonlean bit character! I picked someone from Bellarion since isn't totally matriarchal.

BlazingAegis

2016-07-07, 07:22 PM

It was an average day in Valencia, the palace not quite as busy as it had been in past years, but with so many council members imprisoned it doesn’t surprise Cato as he walks through the palace to the front gate. What wasn’t usual was a soldier quickly dismounting from his horse and running in Cato’s direction. Seeing the soldier approaching, Cato walks out to meet them.

“My Lord, I’ve come from the Transfirlian border, several Transfirlian riders crossed the border, and they brought something with them.”

“Just slow down and catch your breath and then tell me what you came here to.”

The soldier takes a few deep breaths before continuing.

“We were on a standard patrol of the border when we noticed several riders approaching from the Transfirlian side. It wasn’t enough of a group to be an invasion force, we just figured it was a scouting party, so we turned and rode to scare them off. They didn’t change direction, they proceeded on the same course and we met, no weapons drawn, not a trace of hostility.”

“And you said they had something with them?”

“Yes my Lord.” The soldier continued. “With the party was a wagon carrying something in a crate, they unhitched the cart from their horses and presented the commanding officer with a letter, and said it was very important that this get to the ‘Lord of Praetoria’. I’ve rode ahead of the rest of my group, the ones with the wagon, to make sure you could get this letter as soon as possible.”

The soldier pulls out an envelope from his uniform and hands it to Cato.

“My assignment has been fulfilled Lord Leonis, if you have no further need of me I need to take care of my horse, it has been a long ride.”

Cato glances up from the envelope in his hand and looks at the soldier, who is covered in dust from the trail.

“There is one or two more things you can do for me, first take that horse of yours to the stables out back, the stable hands should be able to take good care of it, second after you get the horse settled, go into the palace and find one of the maids and tell her I sent you there to get cleaned up, and they will get your uniform cleaned, as well as you. After that, just relax and take it easy, you’ve earned it.”

“Thank you Lord Leonis.”

The soldier snaps a sharp salute and walks towards his horse to bring it to the stables. As the soldier walks away Cato’s gaze falls back onto the envelope. He carefully breaks the seal and pulls the letter out and quickly studies letter before rushing into the palace’s throne room.

“Wille! Are you around?” As Cato shouts into the empty throne room a head peeks out from the conjoining council room. “Wille!” The figure walks into the throne room and stops beside Cato. “Yes Lord Leonis? What can I do for you?” Standing before Cato is a Nachtfliegern, larger then most of his people, standing at five and a half feet tall. His body and wings are a vibrant green, a majority of his torso covered by a custom tailored shirt to fit his wings and arms. Around his neck is a pair of goggles with the lenses tinted black and on his seemingly fragile feet are small leather shoes.

“Wille, you know what my sister’s assignment was correct?”

“Yes, my Lord.” Wille nods in acknowledgement.

“And you know where she should currently be at?” Cato begins to rub his forehead with a few fingers as if he had a headache.

“Aye”

“How long would it take you to get there?”

“Well…” Wille pauses to think. “It could be quite a few days.”

“But faster then a rider on horseback?”

“I believe so, if I may ask my Lord, Why?”

“Here, read this.” Cato hands the letter to Wille who spends a few moments skimming through the words.

“Wait, you mean to tell me that -”

“Yes, and that is precisely the reason why I need you to go to my sister. Study that letter well enough to know everything within.”

Wille rereads the letter several times and hands it back to Cato.

“I’ve got it, my Lord.”

“Ok Wille, everything in that letter is secret, tell no one, we don’t need any undue attention. Hopefully it will be here by the time you return, and I will need you as soon as you can make it back. We have a celebration to go to.”

Cato turns to the entrance to the throne room and gazes out into the sunlight for a few moments.

“Wille, good luck and godspeed.” As Cato is talking Wille puts his goggles on and begins to check to make sure he has everything on him he’ll need for the trip. Cato starts turning back to Wille as he continues. “I’ll see you when you get ba-, you know how creepy it is that you just disappear like that Wille?” Cato looks around the room and hears a faint “I know” in the distance.

Cato just sighs and looks down at the letter in his hand again.

“Why can’t things just be simple?”

Cato walks to the council room and sits down at the table and begins to pen letters to start preparations for the trip to Villae Fantomae.

Over a week later at the docks of Aeternum…

The docks are full of sailors and soldiers busily moving supplies onto ships and preparing to depart for Villae Fantomae. A small fleet of both merchant and military vessels filled the docks, and aboard the military vessels several hundred Praetorian Guard were settling in for their trip. A loud whistle fills the harbor and those on the docks stop what they are doing and look in the direction of the sound, onboard the ships those above deck run and get those below to tell them to hurry to the deck. Standing on the docks in the middle of everything going is Cato Leonis and Wille. Seeing that seemingly everyone that could was now paying attention Cato began to address the assembled group.

“We are about to sail far from our home, to a grand celebration, an achievement of what people can accomplish. But do not let that fool you as to our roles, this is a military operation first and foremost, when we complete our objectives we may have an opportunity to experience cultures and lands far different then our own. Do not let your guard down, as easy a mission as this appears to be nothing is so simple. Stay vigilant, strive to work well with your assigned crew, and everything should go smoothly. Now let's get everything done, we leave port tomorrow at dawn.”

Cato turns to Wille and everyone continues in their hurried pace as were previously.

“Lord Leonis, don’t you think this is a bit extreme? A fleet and several hundred soldiers? Not to mention the trained Leopards. What are we going to raid a few ports along the way?”

Cato grins devilishly before replying to Wille.

“That obvious was it? Yes, that’s the plan, there are several rich port cities along the route, we do have to make this trip worth our while after all.”

Wille stares blankly at Cato

“You can’t possibly be serious.”

“Well, unfortunately Wille, I am very, very, not serious. It can be assumed the people our package belongs to aren’t happy it’s been missing. I can safely assume though that they would be much, much, less happy if it were to go missing from or hands, not to mention the Transfirlians have trusted us to handle this matter.”

“Well, that's fine and dandy if we get approached by ships of another realm at sea.”

Wille smirks smugly.

“But what about sea monsters.”

“Well Wille, they didn’t eat me or my family on the trip to or back from Avonlea during their celebration. Maybe they don’t like the taste of human flesh.”

“Hey, some of us aren’t human here.”

“One of us aren’t human here. What do you think, should we dangle you from the side of the ship and hope for a bite?”

“Real funny, if we get attacked by sea monsters I’m pushing you off.”

“Deal.”

Both men try to keep a straight face but can’t help grinning.

“Well, let’s make sure everything is ready and get some sleep, it’s going to be a long trip.”

Wille and Cato nod to each other and part ways to check the various ships to make sure all is in its place before the fleet sets sail in the morning.

The next morning.

Dock hands begin to take the mooring ropes off the dock, and the sailors begin to pull their anchors out of the water. The first three ships to leave are the smallest of the fleet, faster vessels to travel ahead of the main fleet to search for any complications. The rest of the fleet followed shortly after. The long trip had begun, and Cato just hoped it would be just as uneventful as the journey to Avonlea those many years ago.

About half way through the voyage.

Wille was doing the rounds on the ships to make sure everything was as it should have been, make sure supplies were going to where they needed to be. Suddenly Wille shows up at Cato’s side.

“Uh Lord Leonis, we have a problem.”

“Wille? What’s wrong, what’s going on?”

“I was doing the day’s rounds and on the last ship I accidentally released the Azurite Panthers. I’m afraid they’re brutally mauling the crew of the ship.”

Cato’s eyes turn to the ship containing the cages of Azurite Panthers and sees blurs of blue running around the ship. Sailors and soldiers being tackled to the deck by small blue figures.

“You let the kittens out huh?”

“Well, not so much me, it happened when they were feeding them, they said they were going to let the kittens exercise a little bit before putting them back into the cages, they just figured you should probably know.”

“And they told you to tell me that the panthers got out and were killing the crew?”

“No my Lord, I decided on that bit myself.”

“Never a dull day with you around Wille.”

After the kittens started to tire, they got put back into their cages and the journey continued as normal.

I figure there’s absolutely no way the fleet would be able to enter the harbor at Villae Fantomae without being stopped first.
Also if anyone has a hard time with the colors, I apologize I have a plugin that changes the background of the forums. Let me know and I'll change it.

Mary_Sue

2016-07-08, 12:49 AM

"You may be right. He is still entering manhood which is a difficult thing as half Aeldir living in Avonlea. Surrounded by the women of your court and without a father or another Aeldir who knows the pains of transitions from boyhood to manhood is difficult. I myself struggled with it, if you'll forgive my speaking so candidly. I found willing aid from some of the Unicorn knights from Inorog and Prince Calvin Blackhall*. I've tried to encourage Mael to speak with them but he has refused my overtures."

Egan's face was set in a frown as he contemplated his brother though it softened as he turned to look upon Eirwen.

"I'm hopeful he will find the strength within himself to accept help and guidance from others besides Lady Sabel. I don't think the Consort truly cares for either of us as bastards of her lord's predecessor but instead sees us as tools for her own purposes. I doubt she would have even agreed to train us if the request hadn't come from your mother."

Realizing his face had slowly twisted in resentment as he spoke of the First Consort of the Summer Court he again let the tension relax from him and smiled apologetically.

"I'm sorry princess, I do not mean to concern you with my idle thoughts on our teacher. I thank you for your concern about my brother. Perhaps when you see him again and his temperament is cooled you might speak with him yourself. Tell him you see his maturing age and nature. I believe he fancies you, again asking forgiveness for my candidness, so to hear as much from you and to encourage him to speak with the men of Avonlea might come better from you than from me."

I hope you don't mind my introducing an Avonlean bit character! I picked someone from Bellarion since isn't totally matriarchal.

"There is no need to fear being overly candid with me Egg. I had not thought to consider the needs of a young man growing up amongst our court gaggle of maids. How fortunate that you found Lord Blackhall." Eirwen patted his arm sympathetically which she still held entwined with her own.

"Though it seems to me that Mael's best choice of male example can be found in you, his own brother. Pity he seems so intent upon brooding instead of connecting with you." She stared into the distance thoughtfully for a moment,

"Lady Sabel does seem to have an odd influence, sometimes when I see them together, I wonder upon her intentions with him. It was a sudden thing, her offer to attend me in Avonlea. Though I must admit I quite like riding Bas Fury around when he permits it." A playful smile parted her pale pink lips.

"And father had to admit overwinter that with the help of her lessons, I have attained a stealth and grace that pleases even him." Her pleased smile turned into a look of stricken surprise when Egg spoke of his brother's supposed feelings for her,

"I will certainly encourage him so. I am afraid that I have done him an even greater wrong than I had imagined if what you say is true and he fancies me." A rosy blush coloured her white cheeks.

"I am well versed in many things, the hearts of boys and men are not amongst them." She glanced at Egan shyly as she confessed her innocence even as she belied her unconscious regard of Mael as still dwelling in the outer vestiges of boyhood.

"But I will speak to Mael on the matter. The matter of finding him a Calvin, not of his fancy." She quickly corrected herself as she grinned, though she could not help feeling disturbed, as if her new knowledge was a responsibility that she now bore alone. Especially if Egan kept up his newfound flirtation with her. She thought to herself, keenly aware of her own attraction to the Summerling.

Elemental

2016-07-08, 10:31 AM

Crudice smirked with amusement. Men took so much time to get the hint. She walked forward, and pulled his face up to look into his eyes. "Glad to hear it." Her voice carried a light musical tone to it now. "I'll pass word on to my ship."

She licked her lips, then leaned close to whisper in his ear. "I look forward to seeing you on shore, my dear captain, so our peoples may... grow closer."

She then released his chin and winked. "Unless you'd like me to stay on your ship?"

The Primal reputation for a voracious appetite was apparently well-earned.

At the Princess's forwardness, Captain Jehan began to blush and his response was very nearly stammered.
"That won't be necessary. I'm sure you would be more comfortable aboard your own vessel. We- We have little in the way of accommodations for one of your exalted station."
His crew had taken to watching and it was all they could do to suppress their sniggering.

OOC: Under different circumstances, the poor guy would flirt back, but he's right in front of his crew. Plus she's a Primal Princess, the exact kind of woman you wouldn't want to accidentally be too forward with. If you want him to be Crudice's first Ancerin conquest, you can, but I don't think we really need to go into that. By the way, his first name is Leonardo.

She chuckled and shook her head. "No, Emperor. Moonsilver is quite the fascinating material. I'm told it's silver in its raw form, but once it has been forged it shifts both color and shape to accomodate its wearers'... let's call it 'preference', though it mostly does to to fit how you move and fight. They are orange now because I have been carrying them around the last few days, so that I may present them as a gift to you. They will change over time as you (or whoever you choose) wear them; sometimes within moments of contact, but usually it takes a few days."

"Its capacity to adapt and change over time is why we call it moonsilver. The term in the Primal tongue also translates to 'blood of the world', but moonsilver is more quickly understood to be a metal."

The Emperor rolled up one of his sleeves, exposing his forearm. He handed one of the bracers to a convenient servant and placed the other on his arm. Almost immediately the orange colouration began to redden.
"Fascinating. This is a truly regal gift Your Majesty."
He rolled up his other sleeve and attached the other bracer which too began to take on a reddish hue.
"I have beheld both Mithril, Thaumium, Fantastigorian Steel and even the rare and splendorous aluminium, but none compare to this."

"I fear my own capital is little more than a sprawling mess in comparison. When my namesake settled the area, he seemed far more concerned with housing his refugee people than building a city of note. Luckily, the Earls of Amarthius were not of a like mind." A smile crossed his face, as if he had remembered something. "Speaking of the Queen's City..."

The Archduke shot Andy a look, and soon the adolescent was fumbling to present the Emperor with a bottle of wine.

"Every celebration should have really good wine."

"It is both noble and fair to see to the needs of one's subjects before one's self. In time I have no doubt your capital will become a truly glorious city. After all, those few records which date to Azandria's foundation do not exactly paint the most glorious picture despite what the legends would have us believe."
Spiridon accepted the gift from young Andarious.
"Thank you kindly. I look forward to tasting it."

"Thank you, Emperor," the Exarch responded.

The First Nihonwyr accepted his own cup from the servant. The Raj followed suit, the cup looking comically small held between two of his fingers.

"The city is fantastic, Emperor Spiridon. Truly a marvel. It's restoration is truly worth celebration."

"Through hard work a great many things can be accomplished. This celebration today would not have been possible without the work of countless artisans and labourers. I have heard much of the industriousness of your own people Exarch, perhaps in time I shall have the pleasure of visiting your realm and seeing the wonders of the subterranean world in person."

Gengy

2016-07-08, 01:00 PM

Phelnia smiled with warmth of her own. "Aeluta. Rhona and I got started as soon as possible; I did not think delaying was a good idea, under the circumstances. And..." She blushed. "I heard that... that the Archduke of Nemeria would be here."

She couldn't remember if she'd written to Aleuta about her... entanglement with Ysry.

"... My meeting went..." She hesitated. "... Let me put it this way. The bad news is we can't go into the Silv- Moonlit Tower anymore, and my people are confined to the eastern edge of the desert. I've also been informed that to seek any other artifacts out through the information in the tower will be a waste of time, as someone else will get to them first. And I'm inclined to believe my source."

"The good news is we got something... interesting, in payment." She leaned in close to whisper in Aleuta's ear.

...

Oh.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH.

Now THAT was interesting.

She leaned back, slipping a letter into Lady Spring's hand. "I confirmed that it works before coming. Rhona also wanted me to give you this message. Gwyndulin will probably debrief you sufficiently later, but more perspectives are never a bad thing."

She hesitated.

"... So... how are you doing, =little sister?= We haven't spoken face-to-face in a long time."

Aleuta listened in earnest, and grinned at what she was told. That was interesting, and she would be looking forward to a full brief from Gwyndulin later. And the letter from Rhona. And then Phelnia had to go and make things personal. Aleuta stopped smiling, and looked around. They were alone, or as alone as the two could be. Eoghan was nearby, of course, but doing a very good job of not listening. And a couple guards from Primus seemed to be within sight, but hardly close enough to being capable of eavesdropping.

"It has been a long time. And... the Nap draws near. I can feel it." Aleuta sighed, heavily, and gazed upon the woman before her; the woman whose mother welcomed her into their home, and made Aletua feel like a part of a family, something few if any Aeldir had felt before. It was... very strange to see Phelnia again. The High Queen was older. Age lines were on her face where none had been before, and there was a fire in her eyes that had before been uncut intellect, still learning the ways of the world. And now... now she had wisdom, and Aleuta could see that being the leader of her people was changing her.

For the better or worse, it was hard to say. And Aleuta had concerns of her own. "Have you ever known fear, Phelnia? True, real, fear? The kind that grips at you, alters your thinking, and makes you do things you would not normally do? The kind that shatters nightly meditation, invades your thoughts throughout the day, and makes you uncertain of yourself?"

"Before... before the Age of Expansion, the only thing I had such fear for was the Dullahan. Now? I have another."

Eoghan twitched where he stood, and pointedly began scanning for danger far from where Lady Spring and Phelnia stood. If he had any thoughts about an Aeldir admitting to fear of something, he did not voice them.

"I would do anything for my people, Phelnia. I have made many sacrifices in my time. I have willingly become a target of danger, walked into situations where the outcome was unclear, and perhaps much worse, all in the name of forwarding the needs of the Demesne and the Courts. I would even go so far as to be named Oathbreaker, if it meant that the Aeldir survived and remained strong. I will always do my duty." Aleuta scanned the shores of Melzini, as she spoke, her eyes gazing out onto the blue and beautiful oceans of an isle that was not Tir Amser. Her golden armband, the one marking her the leader of the Gold Stem merchants, seemed to glitter in the sunlight. For a moment, she considered speaking of something else, but shook her head, possibly an act of reassure to push forward. "The Iron Gauntlet taunt me. They change my way of life. I must not only focus my attentions on them, but now I travel in a great big ship of Winter Court design, and the sheer amount of imposing presence it has is enough to shake me to my core. I'd much prefer my smaller merchant vessel. And I'd much prefer sending letters to friends, then writing despreately to world leaders to try and ask permission to have investigators come into their lands, to ensure their safety. I am appalled by the lack of support that some people give, and further shocked by the blame that is cast upon me because of someone else not having the same level of competence as an Aeldir investigator would."

"And the worst of it all is that the Nap comes. It pulls upon me. Two years. Maybe four. That's it. Then I will no longer be... be what I am now. Lady Spring needs a Nap. It is the price for power, for knowledge, for memories and insight I am unsure I would have been able to have as just plain old Aleuta." Her eyes looked directly into Phelnia's and Aleuta's voice dropped to a whisper. "I want your promise upon something; this is not a deal. This is not an exchange. This is a request, from your =little sister=. Will you give your word to someone like that?"

Snorting lowly at the request for her name, Fjolda Niffeldruch sat down on a nearby rock and pulled her bastard sword out of the sand in order to start sharpening. Keeping her eyes leveled on the blade she rambled "In my lands and among my clansmen they call me Riddarar Dauðans, or in your tongue Horseman of Death. That is my true name ever since I was appointed the title, but if you want my useless birth name it's Fjolda Niffeldruch." Taking out one of her many daggers, she began to sharpen it with the whetstone she was using on her bastard sword, and only stopped briefly to tuck a strand of loose hair that fell across her face and laid on her broken nose. "The Nifhel are prepared, begrudgingly, to be in debt to your kin if you succeed in this endeavor. I cannot promise the Nifhel as a whole will look on you favorably, our kind find non-humans repulsive as a whole, but us Horsemen and the Harbinger atleast will keep these feelings to the side in future dealings," She had finished sharpening three knives by this point and began to test the weight and balance of the first one she had sharpened, flipping it with timed precision in her hand before sizing up a nearby tree and throwing the blade deep into its bark. "Personally I don't care whether or not you succeed. If you Aeldir can disprove our proclivity towards doubt then this war can end and I can work towards bridging the gap between followers of the one true god, and if you fail then all of the Horsemen Pestilence's arguments and meetings to set this up will be for naught and she'll look like an even bigger fool than when she first proposed this. A win-win as you southerners say. I was only chosen because of the Horsemen and the Harbinger I was voted the least visually jarring to outsiders."

She shrugged, clearly not treating any of this personally.

"Now, for your negotiations. Speak your terms."

Aleuta smiled her slow smile, and spoke with confidence, "The Spring Court will do what it can for you: we will speak with the Suzerain, we will investigate the truth of the theft of Maggot Feeder, and we will present our findings to the Suzerinty. For this, and this alone, the Nifhel leadership will remain open to the idea of improved relations with the Aeldir of the Rose Courts, and other members of the Rose Demesne. As you have been so kind to ask for our aid, so too would we ask that the Nifhel - should a conflict between our peoples ever arise - attempt to first discuss things with us. If we still cannot reach an accord after such discussion, you are free to do as you must. Let us not, however, leap to war against each other."

"For truly, I accept the idea of assisting the Great Clans because I want to forestall war. And if the Demesne should manage to bring about a lasting peace between the Nifhel and the Suzerain, we will have an additional price for you: one war for another. Your skills as warriors are well known in Arandi, to the point that I have heard many wonder if you would be a match for the Summer Court; pointless prattle, perhaps, but their is some truth in the speculation. It would be foolish of us to come to blows to find out, and much better to work together. If we help you to accomplish peace by revealing the truth of this dishonorable act, then sometime in the future, if another dishonor should arise against the Demesne and the Nifhel are close enough to give aid, you will provide us a full measure of support, until such a conflict is concluded."

"Those are my terms. Do you accept?"

That... should cover everything we agreed upon in Skype. I will probably draft an official contract tomorrow sometime, if I have a chance, but there shouldn't be any surprises in it.

Aedilred

2016-07-08, 02:56 PM

Note: Skipping ahead to meeting the Emperor...

"King Ardashir, it is my pleasure to welcome you to Azandria, City of Glories and Jewel of the East."
The Emperor bowed gracefully.
"I gather my son did not make a favourable first impression upon you at Farbensa. I apologise that I was not able to attend in person, there were matters that required my immediate and uninterrupted attention."
"Think nothing of it, your highness; a simple misunderstanding, I think. And I understand that there are many matters that consume one's attention at home and make it impossible to travel to distant celebrations: I am fortunate in my grandfather, who can ably manage the kingdom in my absence, at least for a short time.

"Please also accept my condolences regarding the unrest you have experienced here as a result of the search for Francesca Dumont, if my information is accurate. We too have suffered at the hands of -"

"-Incompetent investigators acting on false information," Kambuzir finished.

The king looked faintly amused. "My brother, Kambuzir," he said, by way of introduction. He nearly said "half-brother", but managed to save himself just in time. That would have made life more difficult. "I was not planning on describing events quite so bluntly, but I think at least for our part he is broadly on point."

I doubt we'll have time to play it out IC, but I was going to propose a marriage between Ardashir and Athanasia. They're unlikely to have children and in any case Ardashir has already made it clear he intends for Helaine to succeed him, so it would be largely a diplomatic affair rather than a child-bearing one. But after the experience of his parents he wouldn't in any case go through with it unless she agreed freely to the match.

Zayuz

2016-07-08, 03:10 PM

"There is no need for concern. We do not look upon your people poorly for choosing not to engage in a fruitless search. There is no damage to repair that I am aware of."
Spiridon nodded in agreement.
"It is true. To one unused to them the Aeldir can seem otherworldly, those of the Spring Court especially. Rest assured, they can be quite personable once you are used to them. Again those of the Spring Court especially."
He smiled as the conversation was returned to more pleasant matters.
"I am a grandfather actually. The Lady has blessed my eldest daughter, Jovana, with three beautiful children. It is a shame though that she chose to reside in Cerilin. My wife and I do not see our grandchildren anywhere near enough."
The mention of the difficulty of commitment made him chuckle.
"It is not hard. True, Azandria is home to many beautiful people, but I married the most beautiful one of them."

The lighter topic seemed to save the mood of the conversation almost completely, instead turning to a casual discussion of family and love - Which was much more pleasant than talk of assassins and death as far as she was concerned.. "I hope then that I might be able to grace my eyes upon her before the time comes for me to take my leave. To miss what sounds like the most impressive sight in the city would render my visit all but null."

Polite small-talk ensues on the topic of trade, foreign delicacies and her people's fascination of the small Aspis creatures found in the lands of Avonlea; All of which Zellevera seemed quite passionate about. Nearly half an hour later, her guard announces to her that there are others who wish to see the emperor, and with that the girl takes decides to take her leave. A polite bow, a fond regard, and a quick turn to the exit being her last actions in the presence of the Emperor before departing on her ship to accomplish his suggestion of meeting with Lady Spring to discuss matters of what she thought would be the iron gauntlet.

I'm afraid I had nothing else to really add to our discussion there. If there was something you did want to talk about though please just pretend that it would be between my two paragraphs there - I don't mean to rush us out or the like, I'm just not well acquainted with closing these kinds of conversations.

If Lady Aleuta was at all disturbed by the amount of effort Zellevera put into keeping track of her predecessor, she did not show it. In truth, Lady Spring saw these precautions as both wise and well thought out, even if it was irksome to a personal friend of hers. "True Friends are things that Aeldir have few of. It is true that I have become friendly with Lilia, and I do like her, but I am not her True Friend; not as the Aeldir see it. The Spring Court... meddling in selection of an heir or whom rules in what region is not something that I would support. Deciding whom is in charge of what non-Aeldir kingdom is quite possibly the furthest thing from my purview that I can think of; you can rest assured that I have no intentions of making or approving orders that might cause you to lose your throne. Lilia is... following the beliefs of your people."

"I may not fully understand those beliefs, but because of them, I will stay out of your government's politics. Lady Aut... excuse me, Duke Autumn for the moment," Aleuta pointedly did not look across the deck at where the first mate was keeping the Captain busy, "would be the one more interested in such things, and since his appointment to the role of Regent, he and I have talked very little. All I know for certain is that we would much rather establish friendly terms with the Crystal Union then be at odds with them."

"If Lilia asked for my aid in deposing you, I would question her as to why. Last we talked, as far as I was aware, she only wished to be left alone, to follow the callings of your faith in peace. Personally speaking, I think you should try talking to her. And if you feel uncomfortable doing so alone, then call upon Lady Kigva. I have called Lilia friend; but not True Friend, and so Lady Kigva will be more than happy to moderate fairly, if you deem it needed."

Lady Spring began to roam around the ship's deck, not really caring if Zellevra followed. "There is quite the difference between a friend of a single Aeldir, and a True Friend to Aeldir. One can be earned as simple as accepting a handshake. The other... the other must be proven, in many different ways, to all Aeldir. I offer you my friendship, Queen of Xeroas, but please do not mistake that as the friendship of all Aeldir."

"As a whole, Aeldir are... imposing, I think the word is. This ship reflects that. It is imposing. I would much rather be on a merchant vessel, but with my recent inquiries into other realms to track down the Iron Gauntlet, I alas am unable to travel as freely as before. Yet, do not think that this is aimed at the Crystal Union; as I have said, we'd much rather remain friends with you and your compatriots. So it concerns me to hear that people are whispering threats to call us into battle. Who? And why? Other than a slight by the former Queen of the Ruby Legion, the Aeldir have very little reasons that I can think of to dislike your people, or those you call allies within your Federation. So whomever is whispering this call to action against the Rose Demesne, I urge you to consider: who benefits if we were to fight?"

Hm. It seemed Lilia had overstated her Aeldir relations in their political duel to maintain her position. It was good to know that she was indeed bluffing; and that no such aid would come. Weather or not Lilia actually knew that was a different story, but this made her considerably less dangerous. As Lady Spring started to move away from her position, Zellevera hesitated before following. She had just been told they had no intention of harming her; and no matter the way she felt about their people it was a known fact that Aeldir did not lie. In fact, she didn't even know if they could lie. As far as she was aware it was unheard of. ..A weakness, perhaps?

The Queen followed silently beside Lady Spring as she spoke. She tried to take in every word, taking great delight in the fact that they did not wish to be involved. When she was asked who who might benefit from a conflict between them, she found herself almost surprised to be the one speaking. Instantly a dozen thoughts came to mind. Of course it could not be the Aedlir, they would simply be throwing themselves against a figurative (and soon to be literal) wall of stone. Unless they only claimed coastal land there would be nothing for them to gain but enemies. Rather it would only be Lilia, with the condition that she regains her throne. The only ways it could possibly benefit herself is if she either gained more allies than she lost, or she was able to spur their attack into a campaign against the Aeldir. But such a move would come at a great cost. The shattering of Rose Courts and CU trade routes, bloodshed and death numbering in the tens thousands, as well as religious strife of a scale more grand than any conflict across all of Arandi. Zellevera was the ruler of her nation, and ruling something implied that the one would have a degree of control. Chaos was not the kind to be controlled in large doses. Small ones perhaps, but this would simply be unmanageable.

Of course there were ways that any one side could profit greatly from a war. More land, global influence, religious expansion, trade control, and more. But for any of those to be worth it then the war would have to be won without a single hiccup. In the past the Crystal Union was well acquainted with such 'hiccups;' The formation of Arenhal being a prime example even if it had turned out for the best in the end.

The girl allows herself an almost satisfied chuckle as she started to speak, putting everything together in her mind. "..I am relieved to hear that the Rose Courts have no intentions of getting involved with our small political dispute in Xeroas. I can confidently say that I'll be able to rest much easier knowing that our northern neighbours wish not for my imminent demise." Zellevera spoke with a considerably friendlier tone, such a subtle change melting much of the tension between the two; Though not completely. "I confess, I boarded this ship with a rather hostile demeanor. But at the time, such was the proper attitude to have. As far as I was aware your very existence was a threat to my life, and our 'mutual friend' Lilia would have me believe that you'd turn your ships against us just because a different person took the throne. A foolish notion, is it not?"

"Ah, but allow me to explain. When we had hosted a council to determine which among the two of us was more worthy to lead our people, we discussed what each of us could bring to the field. One thing Lilia highlighted has her apparent friendliness with the Rose Courts, as well as her relative understanding of your culture. Naturally, I suggested that she might be a better diplomat than a Queen, but she did not take too kindly to my suggestion. As the council went on, things became more.. Heated. At one point she threatened to call upon your fleet to bring down the walls of her own city if I took her people in a direction she didn't agree with. But you know about promises better than anyone, do you not? If Lilia kept upon her path of pacifism and yielding then we would never fulfill a promise we made so many years ago, and though we are still very different from the Rose Courts, I believe it is our shared philosophy that a good ruler must always keep their word."

"I'm sincerely glad I was able to meet you, Lady Spring. While at first I saw you as a potential enemy, I can now see that you are not such. However, on the matter of becoming your friend I hesitate. There are too many differences between our people for such an optimistic goal to be obtainable. Be it lifespan, culture, faith or war we differ too heavily for a true friendship to be made. Rather, my current view is now one of a rival. Two peoples that compete to bring out the best in one another as opposed to directly working together. Though my competitive nature may cause us to crash like tides, I hope that such a relation would be to both our benefit.. The goal of a rivalry is never to completely destroy one another after all, and we would hardly want to drag Besina and Koya into a war they were never meant to be a part of."

Zellevera gave her a knowing wink, taking a few paces back to where her guards were. She nodded to them as they started to re-prepare the plank to return to her own ship, turning to face her host one last time before she departed after their short discussion. "And to finally answer our question, it is unknown to me who would profit from an all out war between us. It would likely be Lilia if the goal was to put her back on the throne, but in truth I can only see mutual enemies of our people being the ones to benefit. People like those of the Iron Gauntlet. I have many a complex theory on those honourless assassins; Theories that we may see come to light in the near future if my plan works the way it should. ..With this I will take my leave, unless there is something else you wished to discuss before I depart..?"

Kythia

2016-07-08, 03:59 PM

The Duke bit his lip to hide a smile at the offer of advice from a creature no doubt a fraction of a fraction his age, "I thank you for your offer. Might I ask your thoughts on the best way to handle one's vassals? As Duke of Caer Coll before my regency I held no vassals, only subjects, but now as Regent of the Autumn Court I find myself flooded with requests and offers from vassals across the Demesne. Sometimes I think kindness is in order yet other times I think perhaps I ought to ring the necks of those too incompetent to run their own domains. Which do you prefer? Kindness or cruelty?"

She nods, entirely unsurprised that a new ruler would seek her advice and answers quickly, not needing to think about it.

It's a false...is dichotomy the word I want? A false choice. Kindness and cruelty aren't goals in themselves. All that matters is making the Whole you can hear the capital letter as she says it stronger. For that, it may be necessary to be cruel to some. It may be necessary to be kind to some. But saying "I will be cruel" or "I will be kind" is losing sight of the importance of preserving and strengthening the Hive. After a brief pause she flaps a hand Or demesne, or however you refer to it.

HalfTangible

2016-07-08, 06:18 PM

At the Princess's forwardness, Captain Jehan began to blush and his response was very nearly stammered.
"That won't be necessary. I'm sure you would be more comfortable aboard your own vessel. We- We have little in the way of accommodations for one of your exalted station."
His crew had taken to watching and it was all they could do to suppress their sniggering.

OOC: Under different circumstances, the poor guy would flirt back, but he's right in front of his crew. Plus she's a Primal Princess, the exact kind of woman you wouldn't want to accidentally be too forward with. If you want him to be Crudice's first Ancerin conquest, you can, but I don't think we really need to go into that. By the way, his first name is Leonardo.

OOC: Yes I do but nah, we don't.

Crudice's grin grew sly. Oh NOW he gets it.

"Oh I'm sure you would've found a way to accommodate me. But if you insist, I shall see you on shore."

The Emperor rolled up one of his sleeves, exposing his forearm. He handed one of the bracers to a convenient servant and placed the other on his arm. Almost immediately the orange colouration began to redden.
"Fascinating. This is a truly regal gift Your Majesty."
He rolled up his other sleeve and attached the other bracer which too began to take on a reddish hue.
"I have beheld both Mithril, Thaumium, Fantastigorian Steel and even the rare and splendorous aluminium, but none compare to this."

Phelnia smiled. "A flattering thing to know, Emperor. I'm glad it is to your satisfaction. I would be willing to answer your questions of it."

She also hoped to potentially arrange trade with the Queenlands; Wonderwood was an amazing thing, and if Anceris was so fascinated with it, it might be worth speaking to them of it.

Aleuta listened in earnest, and grinned at what she was told. That was interesting, and she would be looking forward to a full brief from Gwyndulin later. And the letter from Rhona. And then Phelnia had to go and make things personal. Aleuta stopped smiling, and looked around. They were alone, or as alone as the two could be. Eoghan was nearby, of course, but doing a very good job of not listening. And a couple guards from Primus seemed to be within sight, but hardly close enough to being capable of eavesdropping.

"It has been a long time. And... the Nap draws near. I can feel it." Aleuta sighed, heavily, and gazed upon the woman before her; the woman whose mother welcomed her into their home, and made Aletua feel like a part of a family, something few if any Aeldir had felt before. It was... very strange to see Phelnia again. The High Queen was older. Age lines were on her face where none had been before, and there was a fire in her eyes that had before been uncut intellect, still learning the ways of the world. And now... now she had wisdom, and Aleuta could see that being the leader of her people was changing her.

For the better or worse, it was hard to say. And Aleuta had concerns of her own. "Have you ever known fear, Phelnia? True, real, fear? The kind that grips at you, alters your thinking, and makes you do things you would not normally do? The kind that shatters nightly meditation, invades your thoughts throughout the day, and makes you uncertain of yourself?"

"Before... before the Age of Expansion, the only thing I had such fear for was the Dullahan. Now? I have another."

Eoghan twitched where he stood, and pointedly began scanning for danger far from where Lady Spring and Phelnia stood. If he had any thoughts about an Aeldir admitting to fear of something, he did not voice them.

"I would do anything for my people, Phelnia. I have made many sacrifices in my time. I have willingly become a target of danger, walked into situations where the outcome was unclear, and perhaps much worse, all in the name of forwarding the needs of the Demesne and the Courts. I would even go so far as to be named Oathbreaker, if it meant that the Aeldir survived and remained strong. I will always do my duty." Aleuta scanned the shores of Melzini, as she spoke, her eyes gazing out onto the blue and beautiful oceans of an isle that was not Tir Amser. Her golden armband, the one marking her the leader of the Gold Stem merchants, seemed to glitter in the sunlight. For a moment, she considered speaking of something else, but shook her head, possibly an act of reassure to push forward. "The Iron Gauntlet taunt me. They change my way of life. I must not only focus my attentions on them, but now I travel in a great big ship of Winter Court design, and the sheer amount of imposing presence it has is enough to shake me to my core. I'd much prefer my smaller merchant vessel. And I'd much prefer sending letters to friends, then writing despreately to world leaders to try and ask permission to have investigators come into their lands, to ensure their safety. I am appalled by the lack of support that some people give, and further shocked by the blame that is cast upon me because of someone else not having the same level of competence as an Aeldir investigator would."

"And the worst of it all is that the Nap comes. It pulls upon me. Two years. Maybe four. That's it. Then I will no longer be... be what I am now. Lady Spring needs a Nap. It is the price for power, for knowledge, for memories and insight I am unsure I would have been able to have as just plain old Aleuta." Her eyes looked directly into Phelnia's and Aleuta's voice dropped to a whisper. "I want your promise upon something; this is not a deal. This is not an exchange. This is a request, from your =little sister=. Will you give your word to someone like that?"

Dark eyes, flashing knives
A fire across her face
Screaming for help, HELP!

Phelnia didn't remember everything about the attack that had first scarred her face. But she remembered the feelings.

As Aleuta made her confessions, Phelnia's face fell even further. It was obvious why Aleuta had become Lady Spring; such an iron resolve to do what was necessary for her people was needed in any ruler. Breydice had had that, Roethye had had that. Phelnia was only just beginning to learn it.

But something else she had learned was that that iron resolve, that commitment to duty? It had a breaking point. No queen can or should sit forever on their throne. Aleuta was reaching hers, and Phelnia couldn't keep the anguish out of her eyes. There was nothing she could do for her friend. Abdication and retirement weren't options for her.

"... Your immortality has many blessings, but perhaps it is a good thing, that mortals can die without being killed."

Phelnia knelt down on the sand. "... Yes. I have been afraid."

"... The Satsujin have a concept called 'Honmyo', or the true name. They believe all things are named, in a way that describes their true nature. I say 'fire', you think of flames and heat. But that is not its Honmyo - our true names grow and change based on what we do and the roles we take in our lives. Phelnia was only the first name I recieved; I am Scarface, Satsujin, High Queen, warrior, thinker and cook (much as I'm sure we'd both like to forget that little... experience). The names we give ourselves are but reflections of our true name - a thing we can only understand once we die. It's actually quite fascinating, and has a lot in common with Lord Winter's texts on- this is irrelevant."

"The point I'm trying to make is that 'Afraid' is but one word among the thousands you have taken into you as the years have gone on." She took Aeluta's hands in hers. "This, more than anything, was the idea that got me back to my senses after... well, you lived with us then. You know." Her hand drifted away from Aeluta's to tap one of her scars. "It's why the Satsujin accepted me as one of their own, and I gladly accepted."

"You are Lady Spring. You are Aleuta Kellianth. Little Sister, gold stem merchant, Cutest and Cute. You are every name you have ever worn, and more. Compared to that, what power does one word have, other than what you choose to give it?"

Her mouth twitched as she brought up conflicts over the investigation. "Why do I get the feeling Nand is involved with your frustration, somehow?" She joked.

"Perhaps the nations of the world resent the implication that they need your help to track the Iron Gauntlet down, even if it's evident that they do. Or perhaps they do not trust you as I or High Queen Aris do. Interventionism is a good idea militarily, but it wreaks havoc on diplomatic endeavors."

She smiled as Aleuta looked at her. The poor girl had been away from Primus for far too long. "... minorem*, you don't even need to ask." She squeezed the girl's hands. "=The Primal do not abandon their friends.= What would you have me promise you?"

*Little sister

Gengy

2016-07-08, 07:11 PM

Hm. It seemed Lilia had overstated her Aeldir relations in their political duel to maintain her position. It was good to know that she was indeed bluffing; and that no such aid would come. Weather or not Lilia actually knew that was a different story, but this made her considerably less dangerous. As Lady Spring started to move away from her position, Zellevera hesitated before following. She had just been told they had no intention of harming her; and no matter the way she felt about their people it was a known fact that Aeldir did not lie. In fact, she didn't even know if they could lie. As far as she was aware it was unheard of. ..A weakness, perhaps?

The Queen followed silently beside Lady Spring as she spoke. She tried to take in every word, taking great delight in the fact that they did not wish to be involved. When she was asked who who might benefit from a conflict between them, she found herself almost surprised to be the one speaking. Instantly a dozen thoughts came to mind. Of course it could not be the Aedlir, they would simply be throwing themselves against a figurative (and soon to be literal) wall of stone. Unless they only claimed coastal land there would be nothing for them to gain but enemies. Rather it would only be Lilia, with the condition that she regains her throne. The only ways it could possibly benefit herself is if she either gained more allies than she lost, or she was able to spur their attack into a campaign against the Aeldir. But such a move would come at a great cost. The shattering of Rose Courts and CU trade routes, bloodshed and death numbering in the tens thousands, as well as religious strife of a scale more grand than any conflict across all of Arandi. Zellevera was the ruler of her nation, and ruling something implied that the one would have a degree of control. Chaos was not the kind to be controlled in large doses. Small ones perhaps, but this would simply be unmanageable.

Of course there were ways that any one side could profit greatly from a war. More land, global influence, religious expansion, trade control, and more. But for any of those to be worth it then the war would have to be won without a single hiccup. In the past the Crystal Union was well acquainted with such 'hiccups;' The formation of Arenhal being a prime example even if it had turned out for the best in the end.

The girl allows herself an almost satisfied chuckle as she started to speak, putting everything together in her mind. "..I am relieved to hear that the Rose Courts have no intentions of getting involved with our small political dispute in Xeroas. I can confidently say that I'll be able to rest much easier knowing that our northern neighbours wish not for my imminent demise." Zellevera spoke with a considerably friendlier tone, such a subtle change melting much of the tension between the two; Though not completely. "I confess, I boarded this ship with a rather hostile demeanor. But at the time, such was the proper attitude to have. As far as I was aware your very existence was a threat to my life, and our 'mutual friend' Lilia would have me believe that you'd turn your ships against us just because a different person took the throne. A foolish notion, is it not?"

"Ah, but allow me to explain. When we had hosted a council to determine which among the two of us was more worthy to lead our people, we discussed what each of us could bring to the field. One thing Lilia highlighted has her apparent friendliness with the Rose Courts, as well as her relative understanding of your culture. Naturally, I suggested that she might be a better diplomat than a Queen, but she did not take too kindly to my suggestion. As the council went on, things became more.. Heated. At one point she threatened to call upon your fleet to bring down the walls of her own city if I took her people in a direction she didn't agree with. But you know about promises better than anyone, do you not? If Lilia kept upon her path of pacifism and yielding then we would never fulfill a promise we made so many years ago, and though we are still very different from the Rose Courts, I believe it is our shared philosophy that a good ruler must always keep their word."

"I'm sincerely glad I was able to meet you, Lady Spring. While at first I saw you as a potential enemy, I can now see that you are not such. However, on the matter of becoming your friend I hesitate. There are too many differences between our people for such an optimistic goal to be obtainable. Be it lifespan, culture, faith or war we differ too heavily for a true friendship to be made. Rather, my current view is now one of a rival. Two peoples that compete to bring out the best in one another as opposed to directly working together. Though my competitive nature may cause us to crash like tides, I hope that such a relation would be to both our benefit.. The goal of a rivalry is never to completely destroy one another after all, and we would hardly want to drag Besina and Koya into a war they were never meant to be a part of."

Zellevera gave her a knowing wink, taking a few paces back to where her guards were. She nodded to them as they started to re-prepare the plank to return to her own ship, turning to face her host one last time before she departed after their short discussion. "And to finally answer our question, it is unknown to me who would profit from an all out war between us. It would likely be Lilia if the goal was to put her back on the throne, but in truth I can only see mutual enemies of our people being the ones to benefit. People like those of the Iron Gauntlet. I have many a complex theory on those honourless assassins; Theories that we may see come to light in the near future if my plan works the way it should. ..With this I will take my leave, unless there is something else you wished to discuss before I depart..?"

Her back facing away from the queen of Xeroas, Alueta turned her face to gaze over her shoulder. The golden armband she wore on that bicep twinkled in the fading sunlight, as the ships's crew went about setting up Xungla Crystals. "Just one. I have heard of the skill of the Crystal Union's Temple Healers."

"As a whole, the Aeldir have very little to fear from death. Anghau, High King of Air, is the Old God that the Demesne believes to be the patron of the season of Winter itself. Lord Winter... would explain this quite a great deal better. The point I am trying to make is that, though we have no reason to fear death - as we are skilled in avoiding sharp knives and other such things that might kill us - every so often, someone gets lucky. It is the reason I negotiated so fiercely with the League to obtain Battlefield Medicine from them; to keep our warriors alive. Having our own Temple Healers would be the same, but for our non-combatants."

"You wish us to be rivals. Very well. I can... respect... a rival. But by your own description of such a rivalry, would it not be better if I were still alive for you to achieve such a relationship? I would be willing to make a deal in exchange."

Temple Healers for... something? (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=20404342&postcount=2) I'd even go so far as to trade you Naval Blockade.

Oh! And one other thing. If I restrict Mary to the same... unofficial contract that we have going with Compartment Hulls (technically no such agreement exists, but we haven't been trading it out of respect for your wishes), do you care if we give her (and any other Demesne member later) the tech since she is now part of the Demesne?

Dark eyes, flashing knives
A fire across her face
Screaming for help, HELP!

Phelnia didn't remember everything about the attack that had first scarred her face. But she remembered the feelings.

As Aleuta made her confessions, Phelnia's face fell even further. It was obvious why Aleuta had become Lady Spring; such an iron resolve to do what was necessary for her people was needed in any ruler. Breydice had had that, Roethye had had that. Phelnia was only just beginning to learn it.

But something else she had learned was that that iron resolve, that commitment to duty? It had a breaking point. No queen can or should sit forever on their throne. Aleuta was reaching hers, and Phelnia couldn't keep the anguish out of her eyes. There was nothing she could do for her friend. Abdication and retirement weren't options for her.

"... Your immortality has many blessings, but perhaps it is a good thing, that mortals can die without being killed."

Phelnia knelt down on the sand. "... Yes. I have been afraid."

"... The Satsujin have a concept called 'Honmyo', or the true name. They believe all things are named, in a way that describes their true nature. I say 'fire', you think of flames and heat. But that is not its Honmyo - our true names grow and change based on what we do and the roles we take in our lives. Phelnia was only the first name I recieved; I am Scarface, Satsujin, High Queen, warrior, thinker and cook (much as I'm sure we'd both like to forget that little... experience). The names we give ourselves are but reflections of our true name - a thing we can only understand once we die. It's actually quite fascinating, and has a lot in common with Lord Winter's texts on- this is irrelevant."

"The point I'm trying to make is that 'Afraid' is but one word among the thousands you have taken into you as the years have gone on." She took Aeluta's hands in hers. "This, more than anything, was the idea that got me back to my senses after... well, you lived with us then. You know." Her hand drifted away from Aeluta's to tap one of her scars. "It's why the Satsujin accepted me as one of their own, and I gladly accepted."

"You are Lady Spring. You are Aleuta Kellianth. Little Sister, gold stem merchant, Cutest and Cute. You are every name you have ever worn, and more. Compared to that, what power does one word have, other than what you choose to give it?"

Her mouth twitched as she brought up conflicts over the investigation. "Why do I get the feeling Nand is involved with your frustration, somehow?" She joked.

"Perhaps the nations of the world resent the implication that they need your help to track the Iron Gauntlet down, even if it's evident that they do. Or perhaps they do not trust you as I or High Queen Aris do. Interventionism is a good idea militarily, but it wreaks havoc on diplomatic endeavors."

She smiled as Aleuta looked at her. The poor girl had been away from Primus for far too long. "... minorem*, you don't even need to ask." She squeezed the girl's hands. "=The Primal do not abandon their friends.= What would you have me promise you?"

*Little sister

So many names. So many true names. Perhaps... related to the Arandi Script on the Xungla Crystals? No, now wasn't the time for that speculation. Aleuta refocused her thoughts, and continued to whisper, "When my time comes; when I must take my Nap, please... be there to cheer for me as I walk down the path from Caer Bolberta. And... should that not come to pass, because of something nefarious? Whomever is held responsible, bring down all of your righteous fury onto them, in whatever way you can. That is the promise I want: support, or vengeance."

HalfTangible

2016-07-08, 08:09 PM

So many names. So many true names. Perhaps... related to the Arandi Script on the Xungla Crystals? No, now wasn't the time for that speculation. Aleuta refocused her thoughts, and continued to whisper, "When my time comes; when I must take my Nap, please... be there to cheer for me as I walk down the path from Caer Bolberta. And... should that not come to pass, because of something nefarious? Whomever is held responsible, bring down all of your righteous fury onto them, in whatever way you can. That is the promise I want: support, or vengeance."Phelnia's eyes shot wide open. Her face almost seemed to crack, and anguish crossed it. There was a brief moment where it almost looked as if Phelnia was horrified by what she'd just been asked. She wanted her to forgive Gwyndulin?! And SUPPORT HER?! That bitch wasn't Aleuta's friend, she just demanded she be so she could grab at power! A filthy mangy coward like that deserved none of her respect, least of all her aid!

...And...

More importantly...

"... Aeluta..."

"... I... Lady Spring. Do you know why Breydice, and I, and... why the entire Royal family wasn't there for your last Nap? We discussed it. A lot."

"...Your Best Friend, as you may recall, was a close friend to Primus. Mother invited her into our home, and she became our friend. We ate with her. She played with us, and learned of our ways as we learned of hers. In time we saw her as family, as much as any other sister among us."

She hesitated, looking down at Aleuta's hands. As she spoke the next bit, her voice trembled. Revealing this might be a mistake.

"..... If we had been there... and she had shown even a moment of hesitation, a moment where she showed us this wasn't what she wanted..."

"....Everyone between us and her would have died. We would've carved our way through them like animals, just to save her. Stained Tir Amser with their blood. Crushed everything in our way. No one - not you, not Lord Summer, not the Dullahan - would have been able to stop us. We would've gotten her off that island, as far west as we could bring her, and make her as safe as we could."

"Honor demanded no less." She was trembling, and she sobbed. "But... we couldn't. It would've ended Primus. It would've destroyed our friend, in mind and soul, and taken from that friendship from us. The Line of One would have continued anyway; the Aeldir would have come for her. Had you survived the initial purge, you might have chosen a new best friend, you might not have, but either way such a theft could not be allowed to go without retribution."

"And the Best Friend? She would've had a great honor stolen from her and replaced with the shame of abandoning it. Every last ounce of work she'd done in Primus to make our peoples friendly again, ruined in an instant. How do you think she would have seen us then? Not something worth helping, certainly. The Imperium would be denounced by all, and crushed as readily as the Gauntlet shall be. We would go back to the Time Before, and exterminate ourselves. The Best Friend would have been brought back to Tir Amser and... they would've probably seen her as an oathbreaker."

"Nothing would be gained, and so much would be lost. S-so we couldn't be there."

"We couldn't even be nearby."

"And that's assuming we even managed to get her off the island. I have no doubt we could have, but a LOT of doubt that we would have. Lord Summer was... very efficient."

She looked up, tears in her eyes. "Aeluta... I'm sorry. I can't... I-I can't..." She sobbed and threw her arms around Lady Spring, trying not to bawl. "I would've done anything to save my minorem then... and I would do it now. I can't... I..."

Realizing what she was doing, she tried to pull herself together. Stay strong. For her.

"... I-if Lady Spring desires my support after her nap, then she shall have it. But I... I can't be there to see her take it. I'm sorry."

"I have to fail you again..."

Gengy

2016-07-08, 08:50 PM

Phelnia's eyes shot wide open. Her face almost seemed to crack, and anguish crossed it. There was a brief moment where it almost looked as if Phelnia was horrified by what she'd just been asked. She wanted her to forgive Gwyndulin?! And SUPPORT HER?! That bitch wasn't Aleuta's friend, she just demanded she be so she could grab at power! A filthy mangy coward like that deserved none of her respect, least of all her aid!

...And...

More importantly...

"... Aeluta..."

"... I... Lady Spring. Do you know why Breydice, and I, and... why the entire Royal family wasn't there for your last Nap? We discussed it. A lot."

"...Your Best Friend, as you may recall, was a close friend to Primus. Mother invited her into our home, and she became our friend. We ate with her. She played with us, and learned of our ways as we learned of hers. In time we saw her as family, as much as any other sister among us."

She hesitated, looking down at Aleuta's hands. As she spoke the next bit, her voice trembled. Revealing this might be a mistake.

"..... If we had been there... and she had shown even a moment of hesitation, a moment where she showed us this wasn't what she wanted..."

"....Everyone between us and her would have died. We would've carved our way through them like animals, just to save her. Stained Tir Amser with their blood. Crushed everything in our way. No one - not you, not Lord Summer, not the Dullahan - would have been able to stop us. We would've gotten her off that island, as far west as we could bring her, and make her as safe as we could."

"Honor demanded no less." She was trembling, and she sobbed. "But... we couldn't. It would've ended Primus. It would've destroyed our friend, in mind and soul, and taken from that friendship from us. The Line of One would have continued anyway; the Aeldir would have come for her. Had you survived the initial purge, you might have chosen a new best friend, you might not have, but either way such a theft could not be allowed to go without retribution."

"And the Best Friend? She would've had a great honor stolen from her and replaced with the shame of abandoning it. Every last ounce of work she'd done in Primus to make our peoples friendly again, ruined in an instant. How do you think she would have seen us then? Not something worth helping, certainly. The Imperium would be denounced by all, and crushed as readily as the Gauntlet shall be. We would go back to the Time Before, and exterminate ourselves. The Best Friend would have been brought back to Tir Amser and... they would've probably seen her as an oathbreaker."

"Nothing would be gained, and so much would be lost. S-so we couldn't be there."

"We couldn't even be nearby."

"And that's assuming we even managed to get her off the island. I have no doubt we could have, but a LOT of doubt that we would have. Lord Summer was... very efficient."

She looked up, tears in her eyes. "Aeluta... I'm sorry. I can't... I-I can't..." She sobbed and threw her arms around Lady Spring, trying not to bawl. "I would've done anything to save my minorem then... and I would do it now. I can't... I..."

Realizing what she was doing, she tried to pull herself together. Stay strong. For her.

"... I-if Lady Spring desires my support after her nap, then she shall have it. But I... I can't be there to see her take it. I'm sorry."

"I have to fail you again..."

"You silly human. You never once failed me, and you don't have to this time." Alueta said fondly, "Shall I say this in terms any Primal would understand? No, don't answer, just listen!"

Taking one big deep breath and exhaling, Aleuta summoned up all the language she'd once learned from Primus, and put a certain amount of crude force into the words that the decorum of Lady Spring noramlly wouldn't allow. "I don't f**king want you there to screw around with whatever b*tch that comes out of that sh*tty gods-be-damned Cave. For all I give a damn flying f**k, you can very well go off and have an orgy in the purple woods, so long as you are standing in the crowd as I do my final job as the Spring Courtlands top-tits and walk from Caer Bolberta towards the sh*tty gods-be-damned Cave. Cr*p-for-brains, woman, you're smarter than this. I want you to promise me to watch me go off in a giant f**king-*ss blast of pure glory, and couldn't give a c*nt-twist one way or the other what you do after I'm inside, nor do I care whether you play nice after with the Spring Courtlands and have a bare-naked lick fest every day in the years to come."

From not too far away, Eoghan - a perfectly healthy Spring Boy Aeldir - suddenly developed a coughing fit.

"Be there. Don't kill anyone. Watch me walk in. Leave. Don't watch Lady Spring walk out, if that's what you want. And..." Outburst over, Aleuta's lip trembled a bit, though whether about to form a smile or because of fear, it was hard to be sure, "...if I don't get my walk of glory, then you can let loose on the perpetrators. Honestly, that's the promise I want. Either you're there to see me, or you see that those who are found to have prevented me from being there, denying me my due, get a taste of Moonsilver shoved up their unmentionables."

"Can you do that for me?"

HalfTangible

2016-07-08, 09:37 PM

"You silly human. You never once failed me, and you don't have to this time." Alueta said fondly, "Shall I say this in terms any Primal would understand? No, don't answer, just listen!"

Taking one big deep breath and exhaling, Aleuta summoned up all the language she'd once learned from Primus, and put a certain amount of crude force into the words that the decorum of Lady Spring noramlly wouldn't allow. "I don't f**king want you there to screw around with whatever b*tch that comes out of that sh*tty gods-be-damned Cave. For all I give a damn flying f**k, you can very well go off and have an orgy in the purple woods, so long as you are standing in the crowd as I do my final job as the Spring Courtlands top-tits and walk from Caer Bolberta towards the sh*tty gods-be-damned Cave. Cr*p-for-brains, woman, you're smarter than this. I want you to promise me to watch me go off in a giant f**king-*ss blast of pure glory, and couldn't give a c*nt-twist one way or the other what you do after I'm inside, nor do I care whether you play nice after with the Spring Courtlands and have a bare-naked lick fest every day in the years to come."

From not too far away, Eoghan - a perfectly healthy Spring Boy Aeldir - suddenly developed a coughing fit.

"Be there. Don't kill anyone. Watch me walk in. Leave. Don't watch Lady Spring walk out, if that's what you want. And..." Outburst over, Aleuta's lip trembled a bit, though whether about to form a smile or because of fear, it was hard to be sure, "...if I don't get my walk of glory, then you can let loose on the perpetrators. Honestly, that's the promise I want. Either you're there to see me, or you see that those who are found to have prevented me from being there, denying me my due, get a taste of Moonsilver shoved up their unmentionables."

"Can you do that for me?"

Phelnia stared for a full 20 seconds at the Spring Girl.

Then she looked to the north.

Because Lady Spring Aleuta Kellianth does not curse like a sailor any more than the sun rises from the north.

...

Okay, no sun.

She turned back to blink at Aleuta, no longer crying. They had failed Aleuta, whether she thought so or not. But that didn't matter right this second because holy f#@$ing s#@$. A war could have broken out right then and it would have come as less of a shock.

"... I..." She hesitated, trying to process what just happened. "Who the hell taught you 'c*nt twis-' it was Illydae wasn't it. She and I need to have a talk."

"Aleuta, I'd be close enough to get you out. That's the whole problem. I can't-..." She hesitated again, as a thought occurred to her. "........... I can bring some of the Custodia and order them to hold me down, if it comes to that. I'll... be there."

...

"...So you seriously wouldn't mind if I punctuated your Nap with an orgy? Preferably with some Matrons involved? Not for me; I owe Galorius a favor."

"... and... Can you and I play chess? It's been forever..."

PepperP.

2016-07-08, 09:53 PM

Nyle

Upon hearing that his old travel companion and partner in hijinks had been named the new Lady Autumn, Nyle could not resist traveling to the celebration to congratulate his old friend on his new station. Disappointed that his Protos had found himself too entrenched with matters in Ambrose to accompany him, he nevertheless gained leave and set sail east on board his grand ship Darkthorne, which had been a parting gift from the very imp he was bound to see. Having landed port in Dra'ulkaa, and traveling light and unhampered by the Protos's usual entourage, he made his way to the presence of Duke Fox.

"Greetings Duke Fox, and congratulations upon your glorious rise to Season." Nyle spoke graciously as he bowed deeply to the little Duke. Though his face held a wry grin for his friend, his words contained a sincerity that surprised even himself.

"I see the title of Lady Autumn suits you well, as does your new gown." Teasing words lest the imp think himself overly important in his new station.

Gengy

2016-07-08, 10:20 PM

Phelnia stared for a full 20 seconds at the Spring Girl.

Then she looked to the north.

Because Lady Spring Aleuta Kellianth does not curse like a sailor any more than the sun rises from the north.

...

Okay, no sun.

She turned back to blink at Aleuta, no longer crying. They had failed Aleuta, whether she thought so or not. But that didn't matter right this second because holy f#@$ing s#@$. A war could have broken out right then and it would have come as less of a shock.

"... I..." She hesitated, trying to process what just happened. "Who the hell taught you 'c*nt twis-' it was Illydae wasn't it. She and I need to have a talk."

"Aleuta, I'd be close enough to get you out. That's the whole problem. I can't-..." She hesitated again, as a thought occurred to her. "........... I can bring some of the Custodia and order them to hold me down, if it comes to that. I'll... be there."

...

"...So you seriously wouldn't mind if I punctuated your Nap with an orgy? Preferably with some Matrons involved? Not for me; I owe Galorius a favor."

"... and... Can you and I play chess? It's been forever..."

"I can play chess. Can you? I seem to remember that seven times out of ten, the answer was no." Aleuta's slow smile spread on her face once more, teasingly, as she nodded towards Eoghan. It was a matter of a mere moment before several Spring Boys were rushing over with a table, two chairs, and a chessboard. As they set things up, Aleuta looked askance at Phelnia, and uttered something that she could not recall Lady Spring ever having said; perhaps more rare than cursing, "Thank you."

"...you do know I would have tried crying next, I think. Your mother would not have approved, but I shall remind you: I do whatever I need to get what I want. A lesson that, alas, Best Friend Gwyndulin has not fully comprehended." The way Aleuta said the words 'Best Friend' made them sound less like a statement of friendship, and more like a title. "She... is very changed, from her years underground, and then her years with the Crystal Union. More separate. More secretive. Also... just a little bit more angry then she should be. Be... wary of her, Phelnia. The eyes are the way to see wisdoms, and she has her eyes covered."

The Spring Boys finished setting things up, and Aleuta took the taller chair. "Now, shall I see if your chess skills have improved, or shall I enjoy another several rounds of remembering your mother and sister as they taunted you for losing to 'a little girl'?"

Reggiejam

2016-07-08, 11:10 PM

She nods, entirely unsurprised that a new ruler would seek her advice and answers quickly, not needing to think about it.

It's a false...is dichotomy the word I want? A false choice. Kindness and cruelty aren't goals in themselves. All that matters is making the Whole you can hear the capital letter as she says it stronger. For that, it may be necessary to be cruel to some. It may be necessary to be kind to some. But saying "I will be cruel" or "I will be kind" is losing sight of the importance of preserving and strengthening the Hive. After a brief pause she flaps a hand Or demesne, or however you refer to it.

"Of course, both are necessary. I did not ask of their virtues for I see them both, my question was of you specifically Queen of Bees. Which do you prefer? Of the two which comes most easily for you as mighty Queen of the Hive?"

Nyle

Upon hearing that his old travel companion and partner in hijinks had been named the new Lady Autumn, Nyle could not resist traveling to the celebration to congratulate his old friend on his new station. Disappointed that his Protos had found himself too entrenched with matters in Ambrose to accompany him, he nevertheless gained leave and set sail east on board his grand ship Darkthorne, which had been a parting gift from the very imp he was bound to see. Having landed port in Dra'ulkaa, and traveling light and unhampered by the Protos's usual entourage, he made his way to the presence of Duke Fox.

"Greetings Duke Fox, and congratulations upon your glorious rise to Season." Nyle spoke graciously as he bowed deeply to the little Duke. Though his face held a wry grin for his friend, his words contained a sincerity that surprised even himself.

"I see the title of Lady Autumn suits you well, as does your new gown." Teasing words lest the imp think himself overly important in his new station.

Disregarding the formal setting and stuffy Fantastigorian nobles around him the small duke did a twirl at his companion's compliments towards his new dress.

"Thank you Prince. I know men of Ambrose struggle to assert dominance and mount the heap but it is good to see the lessons learned during your tour of the Demesne did not go to waste. Yes, I am the leader of the western court now though I think the Matrons would have your head for calling me their lady. You know, I hadn't even been particularly serious when I took that Avonlean test. No one was expecting me to win, least of all me. Really it's your mother's fault. She's the one who commissioned the test of merit."

The Duke grinned at his old traveling companion, "By the Gods, you're already looking so old my boy. Tell me, have you at last taken a wife? I suspect not if you still find time to sail all the way to the Sea of Coin merely to tease an old man like me."

HalfTangible

2016-07-08, 11:30 PM

"I can play chess. Can you? I seem to remember that seven times out of ten, the answer was no." Aleuta's slow smile spread on her face once more, teasingly, as she nodded towards Eoghan. It was a matter of a mere moment before several Spring Boys were rushing over with a table, two chairs, and a chessboard. As they set things up, Aleuta looked askance at Phelnia, and uttered something that she could not recall Lady Spring ever having said; perhaps more rare than cursing, "Thank you."

"...you do know I would have tried crying next, I think. Your mother would not have approved, but I shall remind you: I do whatever I need to get what I want. A lesson that, alas, Best Friend Gwyndulin has not fully comprehended." The way Aleuta said the words 'Best Friend' made them sound less like a statement of friendship, and more like a title. "She... is very changed, from her years underground, and then her years with the Crystal Union. More separate. More secretive. Also... just a little bit more angry then she should be. Be... wary of her, Phelnia. The eyes are the way to see wisdoms, and she has her eyes covered."

The Spring Boys finished setting things up, and Aleuta took the taller chair. "Now, shall I see if your chess skills have improved, or shall I enjoy another several rounds of remembering your mother and sister as they taunted you for losing to 'a little girl'?"Phelnia smiled. "You're welcome."

"Just be aware that if both my legs are broken and there's a half-Aima Aeldir running around in a decade it'll be because of you." She joked.

... Would that even be possible? The Aeldir/Human hybrids were all male Aeldir with human women, and just because the Aima can be cross-bred with humans doesn't mean it works the other way around... I wonder if they'd NO, NO, don't even go there, chess time, questions about Aeldir/Aima crossbreeds never.

Aleuta's comments on Gwyndulin were part of why she was such a delight; clever little jabs and observations like that were the talk of the court, at one time. Grave as they were, it was a good metaphor to keep in mind.

"... I will keep that in mind." She looked up. "But I am no stranger to dealing with the unwise."

She left her cold statement hanging.

Phelnia snorted as she settled into her chair and Aleuta challenged her. "Yes, it was 7-3 (not counting the time Illydae came in with... I dunno, Cyrus?). And as I recall, I was on a 3 win streak."

"I think," She smirked, steepling her fingers, "Today you'll see me make it 4. You still ready to try crying next?"

Kythia

2016-07-09, 07:42 AM

"Of course, both are necessary. I did not ask of their virtues for I see them both, my question was of you specifically Queen of Bees. Which do you prefer? Of the two which comes most easily for you as mighty Queen of the Hive?"

No she shook her head and thought for a moment. When I was young, my uncle - he is dead now - was injured in his hand. The wound festered and turned bad. He was advised by the Priest to chop his hand off. Was that cruel? Was that kind? It's neither. she thinks for a moment ...or rather it's not important. He was stronger, that is the goal here.

Similarly, take one of the first villages we conquered. A Baksu village: they called it eGaru, we called it eGatsa. It means...oldest fort? Ancient fort? Something like that. Regardless. We sent Priests to teach them of their place in the Hive, they didn't know it. One old man, their shaman, spoke against it. He urged them to resist their place in the Hive, to cast out and even kill our Priests, to rebel against our rules. So we tortured him to death publicly. Now all their understand their place in the Hive and everyone is stronger. No one speaks out against it now. One could say that torturing people to death is cruel. One could say that helping others understand their role in the world is kind. But that decision wasn't made to be cruel or to be kind, it was made to strengthen the Hive. Had I wanted solely to be cruel, I would have ordered his family to be executed as well to serve as a warning. Had I wanted solely to be kind I would have devoted all the resources it could possibly take to make sure he understood the world. Both of those would have weakened the Hive; or not strengthened it as much, at least. It is neither cruelness or kindness to cut out diseased parts, or perhaps it is both cruelness and kindness.

So you ask me which comes easier? I try not to think about whether my actions are cruel or kind, is my answer. When I am making a ruling I do not consider whether it will...whether it will increase the amount of the colour red in the world. Or whether a tree a thousand miles from my home will have more or less leaves. Or whether it will cause a cow to be milked before or after its owner has eaten. Or whether it is cruel or kind.

Does that answer your question? I hope that helps you in your dealings with your vassals.

BlazingAegis

2016-07-09, 11:31 AM

For Reggie

The small Praetorian fleet approaches the harbor at Villae Fantomae and a third of the fleet moves towards the docks while the rest weighs anchor in the harbor itself. The ships moor and the soldiers begin to disembark, followed by sailors unloading boxes and crates as well as a cart that is covered by cloth. As soon as the cart gets unloaded from the ship the soldiers move to surround it, to prevent anyone from wandering too close. Wille and Cato look on from a distance as all the sailors and soldiers move about to get their assignments done. A horse gets lead off the boat and attached to the cart, a few ships away six Azurite Panthers make their way off the deck and find their way to their handlers.

"This still seems to be overkill to me my Lord."

"That is the entire point, only a few people know what we have, and not many of those people would risk going up against our escort. Even then if things go sour we still have the other part of the fleet ready to move."

"Is it really that important?

"There's only a few that can answer that, and I am not willing to lose it before we can get that answer."

A soldier in the distance shouts "Sir, we're ready to move."

Cato looks down to the glowing phoenix pin on his collar.

"Ok boys and girls, lets get this show on the road. Keep watch, anything could happen before this is through."

With that the cart begins to move towards the gate of the city, its escort keeping pace as it moves along.

HalfTangible

2016-07-09, 12:17 PM

[Lovestruck]
Nemeria

Phelnia recognized Ysry's ship from the Science Faire. It was huge, and though it must have been intimidating to an enemy, it looked welcoming and friendly to her. She remembered that happy night she'd first been brought onto this ship; this place was very welcoming indeed.

They say home is where your heart is, and her heart was waiting for her here (she hoped).

She saw no reason to wait any longer.

High Queen Phelnia (this time marked by her crown) approached.

PepperP.

2016-07-09, 12:43 PM

Disregarding the formal setting and stuffy Fantastigorian nobles around him the small duke did a twirl at his companion's compliments towards his new dress.

"Thank you Prince. I know men of Ambrose struggle to assert dominance and mount the heap but it is good to see the lessons learned during your tour of the Demesne did not go to waste. Yes, I am the leader of the western court now though I think the Matrons would have your head for calling me their lady. You know, I hadn't even been particularly serious when I took that Avonlean test. No one was expecting me to win, least of all me. Really it's your mother's fault. She's the one who commissioned the test of merit."

The Duke grinned at his old traveling companion, "By the Gods, you're already looking so old my boy. Tell me, have you at last taken a wife? I suspect not if you still find time to sail all the way to the Sea of Coin merely to tease an old man like me."

Nyle straightened and could not suppress a hearty laugh at his friend's antics. They hadn't always seen eye to eye, far from it, but their close travels had afforded Nyle a certain admiration for the imp. Not that he would admit it willingly to the little rogue. The delight on his face faded a bit as the Duke prodded him on his marital affairs, or lack of them rather. His hand rose to rub his strong chin, the stubble felt coarse beneath his hand,

"I promise you I'm not on my deathbed just yet, Lady Fox. You won't rid yourself of me quite that easily." He grinned as he spoke though the smile did not reach his eyes as the memory of his sister laying dead on her bier was still too fresh for him to joke of death easily.

"And no, no wives and no basterds. Nothing to tie me down or hold me back, and that's how I like it." Though the Protos was happy in his arranged marriage, his own father's had been a travesty and he had vowed to not get stuck into one of them. Baram had seemed to quietly understand this and had not bid him do his duty and marry for the sake of the state.

EtuBrutus

2016-07-09, 02:59 PM

"It is both noble and fair to see to the needs of one's subjects before one's self. In time I have no doubt your capital will become a truly glorious city. After all, those few records which date to Azandria's foundation do not exactly paint the most glorious picture despite what the legends would have us believe."
Spiridon accepted the gift from young Andarious.
"Thank you kindly. I look forward to tasting it."
WIP

[Lovestruck]
Nemeria

Phelnia recognized Ysry's ship from the Science Faire. It was huge, and though it must have been intimidating to an enemy, it looked welcoming and friendly to her. She remembered that happy night she'd first been brought onto this ship; this place was very welcoming indeed.

They say home is where your heart is, and her heart was waiting for her here (she hoped).

She saw no reason to wait any longer.

High Queen Phelnia (this time marked by her crown) approached. Lieutenant Vas stood under the main mast, his eyes turned upward to where Andarious sat precariously perched atop the flag pole. At least his future liege knows his way around a ship. If he survived long enough to because his future liege, that is...

Vas' eyes wondered down, settling on the crowned figure of Phelnia as she approached.

As Phelnia arrived at the ship, two dutiful marines intercepted her. Before they had a chance to challenge the High Queen, the familiar lieutenant hopped over the rails of the ship, pushing both soldiers aside before bowing deeply.

"High Queen Phelnia. Your arrival is... unexpected. I... I will go inform the Archduke, at once. Please, do come aboard."

With a crooked half-smile Vas turned and boarded the ship.

The two confused marines shared a look, before one of them bowed and gestured toward the ship. "Right this way, your Grace."

Andarious peeked up from his place in the crow's nest, only his eyes and the top of his head visible.

As Phelnia arrived on deck, the Archduke emerged from the aftcastle quarters, a bright smile on his face as his eyes fell upon Phelnia.

"I admit, I had wondered if you would make an... appearance. A stunning appearance, as always, my Queen."

HalfTangible

2016-07-09, 03:41 PM

WIP

Lieutenant Vas stood under the main mast, his eyes turned upward to where Andarious sat precariously perched atop the flag pole. At least his future liege knows his way around a ship. If he survived long enough to because his future liege, that is...

Vas' eyes wondered down, settling on the crowned figure of Phelnia as she approached.

As Phelnia arrived at the ship, two dutiful marines intercepted her. Before they had a chance to challenge the High Queen, the familiar lieutenant hopped over the rails of the ship, pushing both soldiers aside before bowing deeply.

"High Queen Phelnia. Your arrival is... unexpected. I... I will go inform the Archduke, at once. Please, do come aboard."

With a crooked half-smile Vas turned and boarded the ship.

The two confused marines shared a look, before one of them bowed and gestured toward the ship. "Right this way, your Grace."

Andarious peeked up from his place in the crow's nest, only his eyes and the top of his head visible.

As Phelnia arrived on deck, the Archduke emerged from the aftcastle quarters, a bright smile on his face as his eyes fell upon Phelnia.

"I admit, I had wondered if you would make an... appearance. A stunning appearance, as always, my Queen."((I'm posting from my phone so I'll be short and uncolored for a while))

Phelnia smiled. Ysry.

"I always have time for you, my Archduke."

She noticed the same boy from the wall, and gave him a small wave.

RandoMan

2016-07-09, 05:13 PM

"There is no need to fear being overly candid with me Egg. I had not thought to consider the needs of a young man growing up amongst our court gaggle of maids. How fortunate that you found Lord Blackhall." Eirwen patted his arm sympathetically which she still held entwined with her own.

"Though it seems to me that Mael's best choice of male example can be found in you, his own brother. Pity he seems so intent upon brooding instead of connecting with you." She stared into the distance thoughtfully for a moment,

"Lady Sabel does seem to have an odd influence, sometimes when I see them together, I wonder upon her intentions with him. It was a sudden thing, her offer to attend me in Avonlea. Though I must admit I quite like riding Bas Fury around when he permits it." A playful smile parted her pale pink lips.

"And father had to admit overwinter that with the help of her lessons, I have attained a stealth and grace that pleases even him." Her pleased smile turned into a look of stricken surprise when Egg spoke of his brother's supposed feelings for her,

"I will certainly encourage him so. I am afraid that I have done him an even greater wrong than I had imagined if what you say is true and he fancies me." A rosy blush coloured her white cheeks.

"I am well versed in many things, the hearts of boys and men are not amongst them." She glanced at Egan shyly as she confessed her innocence even as she belied her unconscious regard of Mael as still dwelling in the outer vestiges of boyhood.

"But I will speak to Mael on the matter. The matter of finding him a Calvin, not of his fancy." She quickly corrected herself as she grinned, though she could not help feeling disturbed, as if her new knowledge was a responsibility that she now bore alone. Especially if Egan kept up his newfound flirtation with her. She thought to herself, keenly aware of her own attraction to the Summerling.

"I appreciate it princess," Egan said with a sincere smile and soft squeeze of Eirwen's arm, "Though if you don't fancy him, let him down easy."

The look that replaced his smile was a mix of concern and hopefulness. In truth Egan didn't want Eirwen to like Maelog though such thoughts filled him with guilt for thinking them. He knew his brother resented his position as elder and favored son of their late father but he could not help they shared feelings for the Avonlean heir. Still, dwelling on such thoughts was fruitless. they were both bastards, half human and half baseborn rather than of noble human lineage as Eirwen was. She was a halfbreed but she was still royal and now the heir to her mother as Queen. Egan and Maelog were curiosities taken in by Avonlea but ultimately having no place to call their own.

"Let us turn the subject from such heavy matters princess. What have you been doing to fill your time if it hasn't been mastering the hearts of men?"

Mary_Sue

2016-07-09, 06:16 PM

"I appreciate it princess," Egan said with a sincere smile and soft squeeze of Eirwen's arm, "Though if you don't fancy him, let him down easy."

The look that replaced his smile was a mix of concern and hopefulness. In truth Egan didn't want Eirwen to like Maelog though such thoughts filled him with guilt for thinking them. He knew his brother resented his position as elder and favored son of their late father but he could not help they shared feelings for the Avonlean heir. Still, dwelling on such thoughts was fruitless. they were both bastards, half human and half baseborn rather than of noble human lineage as Eirwen was. She was a halfbreed but she was still royal and now the heir to her mother as Queen. Egan and Maelog were curiosities taken in by Avonlea but ultimately having no place to call their own.

"Let us turn the subject from such heavy matters princess. What have you been doing to fill your time if it hasn't been mastering the hearts of men?"

"I will certainly... do my best." Her voice trailed off faintly, uncertain as to how she was to accomplish this when the subject was already wont to brood and sulk. Her smile returned as he teased her and turned the conversation to more pleasant matters.

"As you well know, I've only just returned from the Winterlands. Fortunately for me, the one thing my father enjoys almost as much as tormenting his trainees is music." A fond smile graced her lips. It was clear that no matter her father's fearsome reputation, she loved him well and resented not his trying lessons.

"I wrote a new song overwinter. Shall you like to hear it?" Eirwen waited not for a reply in her eagerness to share her song with the Summerling and closed her eyes and sang,

It seems that my life follows the moon
At times it's half empty and sometimes it's full
Spinning around through darkness and light
Falling so low and rising so high

When I feel strong, I chase the days
Dancing in circles phase after phase
And when I feel lost, I try to remember
That I...

I follow the moon...
I follow the moon...

I'm holding on tight, through darkness and light
Joy can be fleeting and grief takes time
I follow the moon...
I follow the moon...

It seems that my life follows the moon
At times it's half empty...
And sometimes it's full.

As she sang, she had unknowingly stopped walking. She stood along the forest path and her voice rang clear and sweet as she sang with emotion. When the last notes of her song faded, she noticed that the birds and skittering animals had fallen silent as though they had been listening. They joy she had found in the music had suffused her face, and as she opened her eyes to Egan, they were alight with pleasure at sharing her song with him and she smiled at him happily as the birds once again began to chirp and tweet their own songs around them.

RandoMan

2016-07-09, 06:46 PM

"I will certainly... do my best." Her voice trailed off faintly, uncertain as to how she was to accomplish this when the subject was already wont to brood and sulk. Her smile returned as he teased her and turned the conversation to more pleasant matters.

"As you well know, I've only just returned from the Winterlands. Fortunately for me, the one thing my father enjoys almost as much as tormenting his trainees is music." A fond smile graced her lips. It was clear that no matter her father's fearsome reputation, she loved him well and resented not his trying lessons.

"I wrote a new song overwinter. Shall you like to hear it?" Eirwen waited not for a reply in her eagerness to share her song with the Summerling and closed her eyes and sang,

It seems that my life follows the moon
At times it's half empty and sometimes it's full
Spinning around through darkness and light
Falling so low and rising so high

When I feel strong, I chase the days
Dancing in circles phase after phase
And when I feel lost, I try to remember
That I...

I follow the moon...
I follow the moon...

I'm holding on tight, through darkness and light
Joy can be fleeting and grief takes time
I follow the moon...
I follow the moon...

It seems that my life follows the moon
At times it's half empty...
And sometimes it's full.

As she sang, she had unknowingly stopped walking. She stood along the forest path and her voice rang clear and sweet as she sang with emotion. When the last notes of her song faded, she noticed that the birds and skittering animals had fallen silent as though they had been listening. They joy she had found in the music had suffused her face, and as she opened her eyes to Egan, they were alight with pleasure at sharing her song with him and she smiled at him happily as the birds once again began to chirp and tweet their own songs around them.

Egan stood quietly before the Avonlea princess as she finished her song. Her voice had enraptured him and he found his heart pining in its absence as silence settled around them. Her whole form seemed angelic, that's what the Daenics would say. Standing before him pale form dressed in white amidst the shaded light of the afternoon sun she looked descended from the heavens above. As her dark eyes opened and looked into his own blue ones his mind seemed to retreat from him and without thinking his hands took hers in his own. He pulled himself close to her that only a small space stood between them.

"That was beautiful," he whispered, "You are-" suddenly his mind returned and the fear of over boldness stopped his sentence before it was complete leaving him standing in silence mere inches from the girl who had captured his heart.

Mary_Sue

2016-07-09, 06:58 PM

Egan stood quietly before the Avonlea princess as she finished her song. Her voice had enraptured him and he found his heart pining in its absence as silence settled around them. Her whole form seemed angelic, that's what the Daenics would say. Standing before him pale form dressed in white amidst the shaded light of the afternoon sun she looked descended from the heavens above. As her dark eyes opened and looked into his own blue ones his mind seemed to retreat from him and without thinking his hands took hers in his own. He pulled himself close to her that only a small space stood between them.

"That was beautiful," he whispered, "You are-" suddenly his mind returned and the fear of over boldness stopped his sentence before it was complete leaving him standing in silence mere inches from the girl who had captured his heart.

Her head was swimming from going from the joy of her song to standing in front of Egg, his eyes filled with his admiration of her. Or was it only her song? She found which it was mattered not, as he held her hands, cool with the faint chill of winter within his own summer warm ones. She dared not think of what she do as she breached the short distance between them and lifted her lips to his own and shared with him her first kiss. It was brief though sweet in its sincerity and innocence. When it had ended she smiled shyly at him, her heart pounding at her brazenness though she regretted it not.

"I am what?" Her voice was a whisper, though her lips held their soft smile.

EtuBrutus

2016-07-09, 07:38 PM

((I'm posting from my phone so I'll be short and uncolored for a while))

Phelnia smiled. Ysry.

"I always have time for you, my Archduke."

She noticed the same boy from the wall, and gave him a small wave."Care to join me in the quarters?"

Andy glared down at Phelnia from his perch with suspicion, before timidly returning the wave. "He's going to keep climbing things until he falls off of something one day, I swear."

I almost always post from mobile. Just have my hex color codes memorized.

HalfTangible

2016-07-09, 08:03 PM

"Care to join me in the quarters?"

Andy glared down at Phelnia from his perch with suspicion, before timidly returning the wave. "He's going to keep climbing things until he falls off of something one day, I swear."

I almost always post from mobile. Just have my hex color codes memorized.

She held out her hand, a warm smile on her face. "Gladly."

Phelnia looked back at Andarious. "There are worse things for a boy to have than a hunger for adventure."

RandoMan

2016-07-09, 09:52 PM

Her head was swimming from going from the joy of her song to standing in front of Egg, his eyes filled with his admiration of her. Or was it only her song? She found which it was mattered not, as he held her hands, cool with the faint chill of winter within his own summer warm ones. She dared not think of what she do as she breached the short distance between them and lifted her lips to his own and shared with him her first kiss. It was brief though sweet in its sincerity and innocence. When it had ended she smiled shyly at him, her heart pounding at her brazenness though she regretted it not.

"I am what?" Her voice was a whisper, though her lips held their soft smile.

Egan was surprised by the kiss but did not retreat from it. Instead his lips seemed to linger upon hers for an eternity of bliss cut short as they parted. His own heart was racing with unusual rapidity and for the first time in an interaction with a lady he found himself lost in a sea of emotions. His mind was overwhelmed and he could do little more than smile dumbly as he stared into the princess' dark eyes. Her words rang in his ears like distant bells not quite heard. Then slowly they dawned on him as a question. A question and an important one at that.

"You are...the princess of Avonlea," he said suddenly keenly aware of his position, "You will marry a prince or take a harem. I am merely your subject with no great name or title nor the desire to join a harem."

It was a shame of his station and a guilt at the betrayal of his brother. Though he felt genuinely for Eirwen she was too complicated as heir to Avonlea, far too complicated for the bastard son of a dead Summer lord and the haindmaiden of a dead queen. He let her hands fall from his and stepped back casting his eyes to the ground as he did so.

Maelog's fists clenched in rage as he watched his brother kiss Eirwen. Lady Sabel had been right to tell him to watch the two after they had departed. She had been right that Egan would betray his trust. For all that she was harsh towards the young half Aeldir she was honest. The only honest person he seemed to know. Using his Thyrngar skills he moved away from his hidden spot in the trees already plotting his revenge.

Zayuz

2016-07-09, 10:47 PM

Her back facing away from the queen of Xeroas, Alueta turned her face to gaze over her shoulder. The golden armband she wore on that bicep twinkled in the fading sunlight, as the ships's crew went about setting up Xungla Crystals. "Just one. I have heard of the skill of the Crystal Union's Temple Healers."

"As a whole, the Aeldir have very little to fear from death. Anghau, High King of Air, is the Old God that the Demesne believes to be the patron of the season of Winter itself. Lord Winter... would explain this quite a great deal better. The point I am trying to make is that, though we have no reason to fear death - as we are skilled in avoiding sharp knives and other such things that might kill us - every so often, someone gets lucky. It is the reason I negotiated so fiercely with the League to obtain Battlefield Medicine from them; to keep our warriors alive. Having our own Temple Healers would be the same, but for our non-combatants."

"You wish us to be rivals. Very well. I can... respect... a rival. But by your own description of such a rivalry, would it not be better if I were still alive for you to achieve such a relationship? I would be willing to make a deal in exchange."

Temple Healers for... something? (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=20404342&postcount=2) I'd even go so far as to trade you Naval Blockade.

Oh! And one other thing. If I restrict Mary to the same... unofficial contract that we have going with Compartment Hulls (technically no such agreement exists, but we haven't been trading it out of respect for your wishes), do you care if we give her (and any other Demesne member later) the tech since she is now part of the Demesne?

Zellevera could hardly resist even a small smile as her people's healers were complimented, standing just in front of the plank as the evening light reflected off the metal of her weapon. "Living rivals are certainly better than dead ones; I cannot argue with you there.. Though the techniques used by our healers are quite special. Much of the knowledge used by our people has been taught by one of the Bishops of our faith; Mila. You may not know her, though she was one of the candidates for election as Archbisop of the Dynasty's faith after Avlen's passing. ..What I'm trying to say through this is that to give your temples of a separate faith the ability to replicate healing techniques of another religion might not truly be in my power to do.."

"However, if some of your people were open to hosting one such holy orders in your lands then Lord Winter and the rest of your peoples would be able to receive such benefits whenever they so choose. A small price to pay for the preservation of life, is it not? Along with the added benefit of military structure ingrained into the tenants of the Order of the Eternal Soul, religious tolerance seems like hardly a price at all."

"And then if enough of your people believed in the Eternal Soul, they would even get a vote on the next Archbishop; And by extension the direction of the faith.. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Tell me, rival. What do you make of this proposal?"

Ah, I wish I replied earlier. It's a bit too late this round to make the deal. The initial intentions were that temple healers were like a benefit for adopting the Order of the Eternal Soul; And a free one at that. If even one of your regions were to adopt a majority of our religion and the Rose Courts were to construct a Holy Order in it then I would be quite content to provide you the technology without breaking the fluff that was born with it.

..Naturally, we can share the secret with other faiths; But we've been trying to make our faith have benefits for those who adopt it other than just gaining a few allies who happen believe in the same thing. So by adopting our faith and getting even a single holy order, one both gains a tech and a bonus to their military cap. (With more bonuses to come!)

As for trading the tech to Mary, I accept under the conditions that techs presented to us by your people are allowed to be shared with the Greys as per our tech sharing agreement. That way both of our allies get a bit of a power-up. :smallsmile:

Mary_Sue

2016-07-09, 11:16 PM

Egan was surprised by the kiss but did not retreat from it. Instead his lips seemed to linger upon hers for an eternity of bliss cut short as they parted. His own heart was racing with unusual rapidity and for the first time in an interaction with a lady he found himself lost in a sea of emotions. His mind was overwhelmed and he could do little more than smile dumbly as he stared into the princess' dark eyes. Her words rang in his ears like distant bells not quite heard. Then slowly they dawned on him as a question. A question and an important one at that.

"You are...the princess of Avonlea," he said suddenly keenly aware of his position, "You will marry a prince or take a harem. I am merely your subject with no great name or title nor the desire to join a harem."

It was a shame of his station and a guilt at the betrayal of his brother. Though he felt genuinely for Eirwen she was too complicated as heir to Avonlea, far too complicated for the bastard son of a dead Summer lord and the haindmaiden of a dead queen. He let her hands fall from his and stepped back casting his eyes to the ground as he did so.

Maelog's fists clenched in rage as he watched his brother kiss Eirwen. Lady Sabel had been right to tell him to watch the two after they had departed. She had been right that Egan would betray his trust. For all that she was harsh towards the young half Aeldir she was honest. The only honest person he seemed to know. Using his Thyrngar skills he moved away from his hidden spot in the trees already plotting his revenge.

The joy Eirwen had found with Egg was short lived, as he unleashed his anguish upon her unsuspecting person. The sting of rejection made her blanch as he thrust her hands away from his own, though it was not obvious on her already pale face.

"Egan Oakburn, if you think I am going to be forced into a loveless marriage, then you have learned nothing of Avonlea and know my mother not." She managed to spit out between clenched teeth, as her pain at his seeming rejection turned to humiliation. She turned away as her eyes began to sting with hot tears and she strode quickly down the path alone towards the Gamesmen's Grove. She wiped her wet eyes hastily, feeling an utter fool for throwing herself at him. Certain now if she hadn't been before that he had merely used her to make his brother jealous, and hadn't meant his admiring words at all.

HalfTangible

2016-07-09, 11:30 PM

The joy Eirwen had found with Egg was short lived, as he unleashed his anguish upon her unsuspecting person. The sting of rejection made her blanch as he thrust her hands away from his own, though it was not obvious on her already pale face.

"Egan Oakburn, if you think I am going to be forced into a loveless marriage, then you have learned nothing of Avonlea and know my mother not." She managed to spit out between clenched teeth, as her pain at his seeming rejection turned to humiliation. She turned away as her eyes began to sting with hot tears and she strode quickly down the path alone towards the Gamesmen's Grove. She wiped her wet eyes hastily, feeling an utter fool for throwing herself at him. Certain now if she hadn't been before that he had merely used her to make his brother jealous, and hadn't meant his admiring words at all.

Even Crudice could only win for so long before she grew exhausted. She rested in the grove, drinking from a cup one of the satyrs had brought her. Nice man.

Footsteps and rustling grass came from the path out of the grove. She looked up at the sound weary-eyed, expecting her next challenger to enter. She'd have to turn this one down, every muscle in her body felt like it was on fire. Even-

Crudice brightened. "Eirwen!" She stood and made her way over to the half-Aeldir. "Oh, it's so good to see you! Wanna play chess? Or did ya come to watch the boys sweat~?"

It's a little late at this point, but I'm throwing this out there. Crudice is Eirwen's friend, they can talk about stuff like this. We can continue into the next round if you want, or you can leave this hanging, and I'll assume Eirwen either feigned that she was okay or brushed Crudice off.

Mary_Sue

2016-07-09, 11:45 PM

Even Crudice could only win for so long before she grew exhausted. She rested in the grove, drinking from a cup one of the satyrs had brought her. Nice man.

Footsteps and rustling grass came from the path out of the grove. She looked up at the sound weary-eyed, expecting her next challenger to enter. She'd have to turn this one down, every muscle in her body felt like it was on fire. Even-

Crudice brightened. "Eirwen!" She stood and made her way over to the half-Aeldir. "Oh, it's so good to see you! Wanna play chess? Or did ya come to watch the boys sweat~?"

It's a little late at this point, but I'm throwing this out there. Crudice is Eirwen's friend, they can talk about stuff like this. We can continue into the next round if you want, or you can leave this hanging, and I'll assume Eirwen either feigned that she was okay or brushed Crudice off.

"Crudice!" Eirwen was well pleased to see her childhood friend and embraced her.

"It is a joy to see you." She wrinkled her nose ever so slightly at the mention of boys,

"I have had quite enough of boys for the moment, thank you." Her tone was a mixture of haughty exasperation, though her eyes slid of their own accord to where the wrestlers were readying themselves for their matches. She searched for sign of Egg, but he did not seem to have arrived just yet.

"I would fancy a game of chess, thank you." She delightedly took a seat in front of a chess board, pretending that she had chosen the seat facing the wrestlers entirely by accident.

"Tell me, how fare you and your mother?" She turned the topic to happy subjects, she had had quite enough seriousness for one day.

EtuBrutus

2016-07-09, 11:58 PM

She held out her hand, a warm smile on her face. "Gladly."

Phelnia looked back at Andarious. "There are worse things for a boy to have than a hunger for adventure.""I suppose so."

Ysry opened the door for Phelnia. Once they were both alone in the cabin, he pulled Phelnia close.

"It is absolutely marvelous to once again be graced with your presence, Phelnia. Would you like a drink?"

And...

*Fade to black*

Ugh... So much writers block. I'm gunna go watch Jet Li punch people now... Speaking of which, this game needs more wuxia.

HalfTangible

2016-07-10, 12:22 AM

"Crudice!" Eirwen was well pleased to see her childhood friend and embraced her.

"It is a joy to see you." She wrinkled her nose ever so slightly at the mention of boys,

"I have had quite enough of boys for the moment, thank you." Her tone was a mixture of haughty exasperation, though her eyes slid of their own accord to where the wrestlers were readying themselves for their matches. She searched for sign of Egg, but he did not seem to have arrived just yet.

"I would fancy a game of chess, thank you." She delightedly took a seat in front of a chess board, pretending that she had chosen the seat facing the wrestlers entirely by accident.

"Tell me, how fare you and your mother?" She turned the topic to happy subjects, she had had quite enough seriousness for one day.The two women embraced like the sisters they were, for a time (Crudice was careful to avoid hitting Eirwen with her horns). As they parted, Crudice's face fell as Eirwen's face wrinkled. Something had happened to upset her.

... Hm. Don't mention it directly, then. She might need help, but Crudice shouldn't interfere if she wasn't wanted.

She smirked as Eirwen sat with the men in full view. She wasn't fooled. "I enjoy lookin' as much as the next woman but sometimes you just need to get into the ring. You could probably do alright."

If she's okay with looking, then maybe it was someone in particular...

Crudice sat and began to move her first piece, her grin growing sly. "Imagine it, my friend. The masculine smell, the feeling of rippling muscles all around you, the intense heat of a workout, pressing against the opponent as hard as you can... Mhm." She winked. "Now THAT'S a game worth winning and losing."

As the conversation turned toward her mother, Crudice brightened. "Mom's been so happy lately! I think she's got a Nemerian lover; she ran off pretty fast when she heard the Archduke was here. She also had a-" She hesitated. "Actually, that's supposed to be a secret, and this grove is nowhere near secure enough. Sorry."

"I've been alright. I've got a lot of respect back home. The Dullahan's an amazing trainer. Almost no one my age (or a few years older, actually) can really challenge me anymore." Her smile faded. "Not sure that's a good thing, but it makes the challenges I do get fun."

"I had some issues coming into port, though; Apparently Primus' flag looks a lot like a local pirate's. Go figure. Least the captain who told me was cute."

"Oh, and my personal favorite:" She grinned. "Antimius, my cousin? He's gotten obsessed with Avonlean girls and wants to go meet one so she can collar him. He's an identical triplet, though, so he doesn't want to leave his brothers."

"And speaking of Avonleans, how is my favorite one doin'?" She winked. "I heard your heiress status was made official. Congratulations."

She moved her bishop up to threaten Eirwen's knight; More aggressive than usual. Crudice favored a more defensive style of chess than her heritage would indicate. She whirled around on the outskirts, picking off safe targets where she could until she got an opening worth exploiting.

"I suppose so."

Ysry opened the door for Phelnia. Once they were both alone in the cabin, he pulled Phelnia close.

"It is absolutely marvelous to once again be graced with your presence, Phelnia. Would you like a drink?"

And...

*Fade to black*

Ugh... So much writers block. I'm gunna go watch Jet Li punch people now... Speaking of which, this game needs more wuxia."I would gladly drink of you..." Phelnia rubbed his chest, her blush deepening as the scene faded to black.

Wuxia's pretty hard to do in text. But you could try introducing it :smalltongue:

Mary_Sue

2016-07-10, 01:23 AM

The two women embraced like the sisters they were, for a time (Crudice was careful to avoid hitting Eirwen with her horns). As they parted, Crudice's face fell as Eirwen's face wrinkled. Something had happened to upset her.

... Hm. Don't mention it directly, then. She might need help, but Crudice shouldn't interfere if she wasn't wanted.

She smirked as Eirwen sat with the men in full view. She wasn't fooled. "I enjoy lookin' as much as the next woman but sometimes you just need to get into the ring. You could probably do alright."

If she's okay with looking, then maybe it was someone in particular...

Crudice sat and began to move her first piece, her grin growing sly. "Imagine it, my friend. The masculine smell, the feeling of rippling muscles all around you, the intense heat of a workout, pressing against the opponent as hard as you can... Mhm." She winked. "Now THAT'S a game worth winning and losing."

As the conversation turned toward her mother, Crudice brightened. "Mom's been so happy lately! I think she's got a Nemerian lover; she ran off pretty fast when she heard the Archduke was here. She also had a-" She hesitated. "Actually, that's supposed to be a secret, and this grove is nowhere near secure enough. Sorry."

"I've been alright. I've got a lot of respect back home. The Dullahan's an amazing trainer. Almost no one my age (or a few years older, actually) can really challenge me anymore." Her smile faded. "Not sure that's a good thing, but it makes the challenges I do get fun."

"I had some issues coming into port, though; Apparently Primus' flag looks a lot like a local pirate's. Go figure. Least the captain who told me was cute."

"Oh, and my personal favorite:" She grinned. "Antimius, my cousin? He's gotten obsessed with Avonlean girls and wants to go meet one so she can collar him. He's an identical triplet, though, so he doesn't want to leave his brothers."

"And speaking of Avonleans, how is my favorite one doin'?" She winked. "I heard your heiress status was made official. Congratulations."

She moved her bishop up to threaten Eirwen's knight; More aggressive than usual. Crudice favored a more defensive style of chess than her heritage would indicate. She whirled around on the outskirts, picking off safe targets where she could until she got an opening worth exploiting.

Eirwen gaped at her friend for a moment at her lewd imaginings, why it was almost as though Crudice had lain with a man herself. Admittedly, her friend had made it sound fairly intriguing and she remembered Egg's lips pressed against her own and she sighed unhappily at her newfound heartache. She brightened as Crudice spoke of her mother's happiness, though her eyes stayed fixed upon the men,

"She had a baby?" Eirwen guessed amusedly, she did not understand why a babe should be a secret. There was no shame in being a basterd. She scowled again at Egg's words. Eirwen had been a basterd herself, though her parents now wed.

"Well send all three of them then, there's no shortage of willing maids in Avonlea." She made jest in response to the remark of her friend's cousin, though that only put her in mind of Egg flirting with her Court before they had their walk. She scowled, everything reminded her of him it would seem. Eirwen studied the board carefully before moving a pawn forward two spaces to protect her knight, now threatened.

HalfTangible

2016-07-10, 01:44 AM

Eirwen gaped at her friend for a moment at her lewd imaginings, why it was almost as though Crudice had lain with a man herself. Admittedly, her friend had made it sound fairly intriguing and she remembered Egg's lips pressed against her own and she sighed unhappily at her newfound heartache. She brightened as Crudice spoke of her mother's happiness, though her eyes stayed fixed upon the men,

"She had a baby?" Eirwen guessed amusedly, she did not understand why a babe should be a secret. There was no shame in being a basterd. She scowled again at Egg's words. Eirwen had been a basterd herself, though her parents now wed.

"Well send all three of them then, there's no shortage of willing maids in Avonlea." She made jest in response to the remark of her friend's cousin, though that only put her in mind of Egg flirting with her Court before they had their walk. She scowled, everything reminded her of him it would seem. Eirwen studied the board carefully before moving a pawn forward two spaces to protect her knight, now threatened.Crudice laughed as she shook her head. "Nah, that wouldn't be a secret. We can talk about it later, just not here."

Crudice had never been clear on why Phelnia only had her as a daughter. She didn't mind being an only child (and had come to terms with being adopted even before the Dullahan had trained her) but her mother had clearly wanted kids before adopting her. Maybe she should ask...

"That's the problem, they don't want to go." Crudice shrugged, playing her own move. "I asked repeatedly, they give me a different excuse every time and they're all bullcrap." She smirked with amusement. "But I'll be sure to let them know they have an invitation from the Heiress herself to visit. Maybe I can play the diplomacy angle and make 'em. They'd forgive me once they got there, I think."

She was quiet for a time as she considered her pieces, then looked Eirwen in the eye, dropping her teasing tone. "Look, I'm not trying to pry, but something's clearly happened and whatever it was greatly upset you." Her hand found Eirwen's, and she gave it a small squeeze. "I'm your friend, so I'll only ask once. You sure you don't want to talk about it?"

Mary_Sue

2016-07-10, 02:11 AM

Crudice laughed as she shook her head. "Nah, that wouldn't be a secret. We can talk about it later, just not here."

Crudice had never been clear on why Phelnia only had her as a daughter. She didn't mind being an only child (and had come to terms with being adopted even before the Dullahan had trained her) but her mother had clearly wanted kids before adopting her. Maybe she should ask...

"That's the problem, they don't want to go." Crudice shrugged, playing her own move. "I asked repeatedly, they give me a different excuse every time and they're all bullcrap." She smirked with amusement. "But I'll be sure to let them know they have an invitation from the Heiress herself to visit. Maybe I can play the diplomacy angle and make 'em. They'd forgive me once they got there, I think."

She was quiet for a time as she considered her pieces, then looked Eirwen in the eye, dropping her teasing tone. "Look, I'm not trying to pry, but something's clearly happened and whatever it was greatly upset you." Her hand found Eirwen's, and she gave it a small squeeze. "I'm your friend, so I'll only ask once. You sure you don't want to talk about it?"

"Alright, we shall speak of your mother's secret later." She giggled as her friend laughed at her suggestion.

"Well why don't we send you some Avonleans? I hear tell of a new embassy in Berrium. That is only next door to you! I'm sure mother won't mind, she's awfully keen on relations, though it will take a while before it is built I suppose." She pondered the matter glibly as she kept one eye on the wrestlers and one eye on her chess game. Her face dropped as Crudice asked her what had been upsetting her so,

"Is it that obvious?" Her words were rueful as she sighed yet again,

"I... I kissed a boy." She blushed again at her earlier brazen act.

"But I don't think he really wanted me to." Her head drooped as her heart ached in remembrance,

"He seemed awful upset by it. Perhaps I should apologize." What if I had stolen his first kiss from him that he had been saving for somebody he truly loved? She thought suddenly to herself, stricken with guilt.

"Have you ever been in love, Crudice?" She asked curiously.

HalfTangible

2016-07-10, 02:31 AM

"Alright, we shall speak of your mother's secret later." She giggled as her friend laughed at her suggestion.

"Well why don't we send you some Avonleans? I hear tell of a new embassy in Berrium. That is only next door to you! I'm sure mother won't mind, she's awfully keen on relations, though it will take a while before it is built I suppose." She pondered the matter glibly as she kept one eye on the wrestlers and one eye on her chess game. Her face dropped as Crudice asked her what had been upsetting her so,

"Is it that obvious?" Her words were rueful as she sighed yet again,

"I... I kissed a boy." She blushed again at her earlier brazen act.

"But I don't think he really wanted me to." Her head drooped as her heart ached in remembrance,

"He seemed awful upset by it. Perhaps I should apologize." What if I had stolen his first kiss from him that he had been saving for somebody he truly loved? She thought suddenly to herself, stricken with guilt.

"Have you ever been in love, Crudice?" She asked curiously.

"Because they would immediately be challenged, and I don't think it would do well for relations if the maidens you sent were to get their butts kicked." She mused, rubbing her chin. "Though, Berrium DOES already have a Primal embassy... Perhaps they could go there, first, and... yes, I could see that. Sounds fun."

She steepled her fingers as Eirwen told her about the boy she'd kissed. That did seem pretty bad, if Eirwen was as lovestruck as her tone implied. Jehan had been fun, sure, but she didn't really like the man - not like this. "... I'm not going to pretend to be an expert on love and affection, but you're a very good-looking woman with a high rank... there's little reason for a man not to want you. Perhaps he had another girl in mind, or perhaps he doesn't like girls. Perhaps from his perspective the kiss came out of nowhere, and he was intimidated."

"I'd say it's important you figure out what his problem actually was before jumping to any conclusions."

She placed down her castle. "Check. And... this could be the Primal in me talking, but I don't think that someone should apologize for something they don't regret. Do you regret the kiss?"

Crudice's hand stopped when Eirwen asked if she'd ever been in love. She was very, very quiet.

"... I... um... I don't know about love, but..." Her face was red, so it was hard to tell, but it almost looked like she was blushing. "T-there's an Aeldir in the Winter Court that I... fancied, yes. More than... for sex stuff. He was beyond my reach, and I was really timid back then, so it didn't go anywhere... And he had plenty of prettier girls to pick from anyway, even if he wanted a human."

She gulped. "Please don't tell anyone."

Mary_Sue

2016-07-10, 02:51 AM

"Because they would immediately be challenged, and I don't think it would do well for relations if the maidens you sent were to get their butts kicked." She mused, rubbing her chin. "Though, Berrium DOES already have a Primal embassy... Perhaps they could go there, first, and... yes, I could see that. Sounds fun."

She steepled her fingers as Eirwen told her about the boy she'd kissed. That did seem pretty bad, if Eirwen was as lovestruck as her tone implied. Jehan had been fun, sure, but she didn't really like the man - not like this. "... I'm not going to pretend to be an expert on love and affection, but you're a very good-looking woman with a high rank... there's little reason for a man not to want you. Perhaps he had another girl in mind, or perhaps he doesn't like girls. Perhaps from his perspective the kiss came out of nowhere, and he was intimidated."

"I'd say it's important you figure out what his problem actually was before jumping to any conclusions."

She placed down her castle. "Check. And... this could be the Primal in me talking, but I don't think that someone should apologize for something they don't regret. Do you regret the kiss?"

Crudice's hand stopped when Eirwen asked if she'd ever been in love. She was very, very quiet.

"... I... um... I don't know about love, but..." Her face was red, so it was hard to tell, but it almost looked like she was blushing. "T-there's an Aeldir in the Winter Court that I... fancied, yes. More than... for sex stuff. He was beyond my reach, and I was really timid back then, so it didn't go anywhere... And he had plenty of prettier girls to pick from anyway, even if he wanted a human."

She gulped. "Please don't tell anyone."

"I will let mother know so she can have it arranged." Eirwen was well pleased to have worked out this diplomatic issue herself, even if it was of little real importance.

"I suppose I really ought to speak to him once we have both had a chance to sort ourselves out. He was supposed to wrestle." She again looked to the gathered men with some annoyance, none of them was the right man. She smiled as she thought again of the look in his eyes after she had sung her song to him.

"No, I don't regret it. Not really, though it has complicated matters between us." Her face clouded.

Eirwen looked at her friend cautiously for a moment in silence.

"I will not speak of it to anyone Crudice. To Him least of all." She spoke with gentle reassurance that her secret was safe between them. To her He had been a second father, but she could easily see how one so imposing might make such an impression upon a girl. She squeezed her friend's hand,

"Do you want to watch the wrestlers? It might be fun!" A playful gleam lit her dark eyes as she motioned her head to ongoing wrestling matches.

HalfTangible

2016-07-10, 03:13 AM

"I will let mother know so she can have it arranged." Eirwen was well pleased to have worked out this diplomatic issue herself, even if it was of little real importance.

"I suppose I really ought to speak to him once we have both had a chance to sort ourselves out. He was supposed to wrestle." She again looked to the gathered men with some annoyance, none of them was the right man. She smiled as she thought again of the look in his eyes after she had sung her song to him.

"No, I don't regret it. Not really, though it has complicated matters between us." Her face clouded.

Eirwen looked at her friend cautiously for a moment in silence.

"I will not speak of it to anyone Crudice. To Him least of all." She spoke with gentle reassurance that her secret was safe between them. To her He had been a second father, but she could easily see how one so imposing might make such an impression upon a girl. She squeezed her friend's hand,

"Do you want to watch the wrestlers? It might be fun!" A playful gleam lit her dark eyes as she motioned her head to ongoing wrestling matches.Crudice clapped. "Excellent! Primus and Avonlea should have a good, healthy relationship."

"Good! No regrets, no need to apologize."

Crudice's head hung low. She was more than a little embarrassed at herself, and for the fact that her friend had gotten it right on the first go. (Crudice thought she had been frustratingly vague). He was so far beyond her that she doubted she had ever even crossed his mind. And if she had, she doubted it was... like that.

Crudice looked down at the board. She was 3 turns away from checkmate.

She smiled and stood up with her friend. "Now you're speakin' my language. Then maybe we can find your boytoy." She pointed to one of the wrestling matches, giggling. "Now those are muscles."

RandoMan

2016-07-10, 11:25 AM

The joy Eirwen had found with Egg was short lived, as he unleashed his anguish upon her unsuspecting person. The sting of rejection made her blanch as he thrust her hands away from his own, though it was not obvious on her already pale face.

"Egan Oakburn, if you think I am going to be forced into a loveless marriage, then you have learned nothing of Avonlea and know my mother not." She managed to spit out between clenched teeth, as her pain at his seeming rejection turned to humiliation. She turned away as her eyes began to sting with hot tears and she strode quickly down the path alone towards the Gamesmen's Grove. She wiped her wet eyes hastily, feeling an utter fool for throwing herself at him. Certain now if she hadn't been before that he had merely used her to make his brother jealous, and hadn't meant his admiring words at all.

Egan watched Eirwen's back as she stormed away. Words caught in his throat as he reached feebly after her for a moment only for his hand to drop back to his side weakly. The corners of his eyes wet and he stood frozen as if by some foul magic in the middle of the roadway. He didn't feel like wrestling any longer. He didn't wish to do much of anything but retreat somewhere dark and quiet. He had betrayed Maelog and offended Eirwen all in one fell swoop. He had not meant to drive her away, or maybe he had. He didn't know what to think now.

Slowly his faculties returned to him and he trudged to the edge of the road plopping down on the far side of the ditch separating the road from the forest. He was deep in thought and self depreciation when a familiar pair of shadows fell before him. He looked up to see Lady Sabel and Bas Fury standing before him.

"If you wish to prove your worth you must fight for it Master Egan. I have taught you all I know to teach. It is time to test your knowledge. I will depart eastwards to join my lord in invasions of islands and lands promised and desired. Come east and test yourself or remain west of the Sea of Coin to wallow in self pity. You are free from my mentorship now."

Reggiejam

2016-07-13, 10:57 AM

No she shook her head and thought for a moment. When I was young, my uncle - he is dead now - was injured in his hand. The wound festered and turned bad. He was advised by the Priest to chop his hand off. Was that cruel? Was that kind? It's neither. she thinks for a moment ...or rather it's not important. He was stronger, that is the goal here.

Similarly, take one of the first villages we conquered. A Baksu village: they called it eGaru, we called it eGatsa. It means...oldest fort? Ancient fort? Something like that. Regardless. We sent Priests to teach them of their place in the Hive, they didn't know it. One old man, their shaman, spoke against it. He urged them to resist their place in the Hive, to cast out and even kill our Priests, to rebel against our rules. So we tortured him to death publicly. Now all their understand their place in the Hive and everyone is stronger. No one speaks out against it now. One could say that torturing people to death is cruel. One could say that helping others understand their role in the world is kind. But that decision wasn't made to be cruel or to be kind, it was made to strengthen the Hive. Had I wanted solely to be cruel, I would have ordered his family to be executed as well to serve as a warning. Had I wanted solely to be kind I would have devoted all the resources it could possibly take to make sure he understood the world. Both of those would have weakened the Hive; or not strengthened it as much, at least. It is neither cruelness or kindness to cut out diseased parts, or perhaps it is both cruelness and kindness.

So you ask me which comes easier? I try not to think about whether my actions are cruel or kind, is my answer. When I am making a ruling I do not consider whether it will...whether it will increase the amount of the colour red in the world. Or whether a tree a thousand miles from my home will have more or less leaves. Or whether it will cause a cow to be milked before or after its owner has eaten. Or whether it is cruel or kind.

Does that answer your question? I hope that helps you in your dealings with your vassals.

With that she had told the small Duke all he needed to know of the Izele Clanlands. A smile curved under the edge of his fox mask. He was glad for the Queen of Bee's cooperation in discussing the matter.

"Thank you Queen of Bees, yes I believe it will."

For Reggie

The small Praetorian fleet approaches the harbor at Villae Fantomae and a third of the fleet moves towards the docks while the rest weighs anchor in the harbor itself. The ships moor and the soldiers begin to disembark, followed by sailors unloading boxes and crates as well as a cart that is covered by cloth. As soon as the cart gets unloaded from the ship the soldiers move to surround it, to prevent anyone from wandering too close. Wille and Cato look on from a distance as all the sailors and soldiers move about to get their assignments done. A horse gets lead off the boat and attached to the cart, a few ships away six Azurite Panthers make their way off the deck and find their way to their handlers.

"This still seems to be overkill to me my Lord."

"That is the entire point, only a few people know what we have, and not many of those people would risk going up against our escort. Even then if things go sour we still have the other part of the fleet ready to move."

"Is it really that important?

"There's only a few that can answer that, and I am not willing to lose it before we can get that answer."

A soldier in the distance shouts "Sir, we're ready to move."

Cato looks down to the glowing phoenix pin on his collar.

"Ok boys and girls, lets get this show on the road. Keep watch, anything could happen before this is through."

With that the cart begins to move towards the gate of the city, its escort keeping pace as it moves along.

When news of a rather imposing fleet from the east had arrived flying flags that hadn't been immediately recognized by Fantastigorian watchmen Duke Autumn had thought for a moment some massive reaver fleet from the east might have been arriving to launch an attack, an exciting thought. When it came to be known the fleet was merely from Praetoria and the poor local guard had simply failed to learn the naval ensign of Praetoria it was almost a disappointment though with their purported cargo to admit such would be nigh blasphemy. A number of Fantastigorian guardsmen as well as a contingent of Summer Rangers and a small patrol force of Raven Knights were dispatched immediately to join the Praetorian procession through the city.

Eventually the procession arrived before Duke Autumn. The guards from Villae Fantomae departed while the Raven Knights moved to stand protectively around the courtyard. Who knew where the Rangers were. The Duke stepped forward as Cato was announced and presented to him.

Nyle straightened and could not suppress a hearty laugh at his friend's antics. They hadn't always seen eye to eye, far from it, but their close travels had afforded Nyle a certain admiration for the imp. Not that he would admit it willingly to the little rogue. The delight on his face faded a bit as the Duke prodded him on his marital affairs, or lack of them rather. His hand rose to rub his strong chin, the stubble felt coarse beneath his hand,

"I promise you I'm not on my deathbed just yet, Lady Fox. You won't rid yourself of me quite that easily." He grinned as he spoke though the smile did not reach his eyes as the memory of his sister laying dead on her bier was still too fresh for him to joke of death easily.

"And no, no wives and no basterds. Nothing to tie me down or hold me back, and that's how I like it." Though the Protos was happy in his arranged marriage, his own father's had been a travesty and he had vowed to not get stuck into one of them. Baram had seemed to quietly understand this and had not bid him do his duty and marry for the sake of the state.

"Then what are you living for? I thought mortals tended to get all weepy about legacies and leaving something of themselves behind the older they got while still without a child?"

The sly duke said nothing of his renaming by Nyle but his cutting words seem to have suggested some nerve was struck.

"Perhaps you merely live for the pleasures of life. What is that saying about Ambrosans? Boxing, brandy, and...?"

BlazingAegis

2016-07-17, 02:49 PM

PepperP.

2016-07-17, 04:58 PM

"Then what are you living for? I thought mortals tended to get all weepy about legacies and leaving something of themselves behind the older they got while still without a child?"

The sly duke said nothing of his renaming by Nyle but his cutting words seem to have suggested some nerve was struck.

"Perhaps you merely live for the pleasures of life. What is that saying about Ambrosans? Boxing, brandy, and...?"

"Basterds?" He finished and laughed heartily,

"No, that can't be right, despite who stands before you now. Our Protos is ever faithful to his bride." He thought as he tapped his cheek with his finger.

"Being descended from the magnate Aleksy Drivas, I might be wont to say simurghs, though that doesn't fit the pattern, nor does racing and beer is rather redundant."

"Aha! The final attribute must then be bravery, by sheer matter of deduction." Nyle grinned, pleased with the Duke's game though silently both perplexed and concerned of his waspish reply.

"Tell me how being the Duke Regent agrees with you. It would seem you have finally received your time in the sun which you have long earned." He neatly turned the discussion back to the Duke, not wishing to discuss his continued lack of legacy.

Reggiejam

2016-07-21, 08:35 AM

Cato Leonis stepped forward and bowed to Duke Autumn and motioned to bring the cart forward.

"Duke Autumn, before we proceed I think it best that you read this letter that was presented to Praetoria by Queen Yildiz of Transfirlia."

Cato takes a few steps towards Duke Autumn and pulls the letter with the Transfirlian seal and hands it to Autumn, and takes a few steps back.

"Take your time, and when you are ready to inspect the piece we shall open the crate."

Sorry for the lack of a reply I hadn't realized you had posted

The Duke took the letter with an appreciative nod. He opened it and quickly scanned its contents. His eyes grew wider as his eyes fell upon two words and he looked up at the Praetorian king with an eager nod.

"Yes, yes open it."

The small Duke stepped towards the crate eagerly. Realizing his height precluded being able to peer into the top he snapped at a nearby servant to bring him a stepstool.

"Basterds?" He finished and laughed heartily,

"No, that can't be right, despite who stands before you now. Our Protos is ever faithful to his bride." He thought as he tapped his cheek with his finger.

"Being descended from the magnate Aleksy Drivas, I might be wont to say simurghs, though that doesn't fit the pattern, nor does racing and beer is rather redundant."

"Aha! The final attribute must then be bravery, by sheer matter of deduction." Nyle grinned, pleased with the Duke's game though silently both perplexed and concerned of his waspish reply.

"Tell me how being the Duke Regent agrees with you. It would seem you have finally received your time in the sun which you have long earned." He neatly turned the discussion back to the Duke, not wishing to discuss his continued lack of legacy.

"I might have said 'betting' but 'bravery,' being such a silly concept, works as well."

The Duke grinned before continuing.

"Earned perhaps but never desired. I find sitting among the three Seasonal lords and lady highly uncomfortable. Lady Spring treats me as a curiosity and her Best Friend as though I were an abomination. Lord Summer has seen fit to disregard my advice in the east owing to my regency. And Lord Winter, well, who knows what the phantom of the north plots. I hesitate to admit as much but in many ways I miss our days of free travel. Now every time I leave Tir Amser it's to go and deal with an someone upset about something in the Demesne and every letter I receive is a complaint. Do you know how much you mortals complain about things? It's almost impressive how incapable you people are."