[Empire!] - The Seerono Regatta

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The Seerono Regatta
Please Embrace the Anachronism- have scenes whereever and with whomever you wish



Navies, regents, and persons possessing their own fleets are all invited to the Unicity to celebrate all things nautical. There will be events in several Districts, and guides will be made available for visitors. The term Regatta is a portmanteau of rigging, rowing tales, an encompassing term for these events.

Docks in Phoenix Bay, Gran Figardenum Sharides, and the Carding Coast are available for the various single ships and flotillas. Each ship captain is met by a small greeting party and given a beautifully inlayed, waterproof, oilskin bag with maps and flyers for various events. Regents are greeted by 8th level Uniseps of Bestrewen selected to meet the regent’s philosophical and educational bent. He or she receives similar bags, but are more ornate with gems and precious metal filigree. Inside are also private letters and entreaties to stay with various Bestrewen leaders. Hosting a regent in their manors is seen as a high honor.

The Pontisep herself has more or less taken over the West Grangardenum, as it was closest to the docks. The central stage was transformed into a reception lounge for the various leaders. Small pavilions were evenly spaced throughout, each Bestrewen listing the informal events, artisans of note, and special items available for purchase. The plant artisans had been hard at work, carving the topiary gardens and labyrinths for display.


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Gran Figardenum Sharides The Grand Five Gardens for the Sharing of Ideas will be the central location for most activities. It will host all events besides the night sailing and the canoe race. All lecture series will be held in various locations, with the exception of those being hosted by the Pinion Naval Academy. Locations and times are included in the materials provided, and posted on the local signposts.
In addition, local shops and taverns are eagerly awaiting your business. All currencies are accepted, and a standardized currency exchange rate list is provided.

The Carding Coast: This will be the location for the Canoe Race. Yurt and porters will be provided so that spectators can follow the 2-day action. Tor Spar dock space for seagoing vessels is limited, so carriages will be running on a regular schedule from the Gran Figardenum Sharides to locations in the Carding Coast.
In addition, the annual tarpon run is occurring. Anyone wishing to try their hand at spear-fishing for these strong, fast, agile predators please let your hosts know. Please be aware of the natural inclination towards risk taking the Nurnians have. Engage in other sports, such as waterfall climbing, at your own risk.

Phoenix Bay: Phoenix Bay will be hosting the Night Sailing[/b] race. The Pinion Naval Academy will be open for visitors. The Phyloxgrew and Platinegrew lecture series will also be held at the academy. In addition, a 2-day Phoenix watching expedition is planned, should enough participants sign up. The expedition will be departing from and returning to Gretchen’s Landing
Please be aware that pirates and wreckers still ply their trade in the Phoenix Bay. Do not accept navigational advice from anyone professing to be a local expert. Incidents will be investigated promptly.

Lentillan: Lentillan will not be hosting any events. However, it will be the main travel route to other locations in the Carding Coast. Visitors are advised to remain in the carriages and the cities during transit. Please also be aware that booplesnoots are prone to biting and have a particular diet. They do not make good pets. Please do not be seduced by their adorableness.

Steppechard, Honeyeden, and Gran Grazelle will not be hosting any events.


[u]Discussion events
The Ochregrew Bestrewen will be hosting a lecture series and discussion group on the proper materials selection and preparation for ocean going and drink-water ships.

The Tawnegrew Bestrewen will be hosting a lecture series and discussion group on the linguistic similarities brought on by shipping, and the historical implications of such findings. Particular focus will be on shared mythology and folklore

The Phyloxgrew Bestrewen will be hosting a lecture series and discussion group on sea-lane law and anti-piracy. Lecture will include simulated craft boarding and seizure exercises. Participants will be required to sign a waiver in case of injury. The Pinion Naval Academy will host.

The Platinegrew Bestrewen will be hosting a lecture series and discussion group on harbor development and maintenance. Discussions will include in-water review. Please plan on getting very wet. Weather forecasts will be available for proper clothing planning. The Pinion Naval Academy will host.

The Claragrew Bestrewen will be hosting a lecture series and discussion on the economics of shipping and receiving goods across borders. Particular focus will be on how to rate and compare various monetary schemes.

Participation Events

Parade of Ships: Kickoff event of ships sailing by main docks in Gran Figardenum. A free feast will be provided in the Central GranGardenum for all participants. Pavilions have been reserved for each regent.

Raft race: A one-day event on Harleap Lake. Test your shipping, provisioning, and trading acumen buying and selling specialized goods at 12 trading posts. Both barter and trading skills will be tested. The winner will be the one with the greatest overall profit at the end of the 6 hour event.

Canoe race: A two-day event hosted by the Carding Coast. 5 man teams will take their canoe from the Shield Falls to Perched Lagoon. There are three different channels to follow, each with their own challenges. At the end, teams will have to race across Perched Lagoon to the finale. The second day will be a challenging run through the multiple rapids below Perched Lagoon down to the coast.

Night sailing. This is not an event for spectators, but for the most skilled ocean vessels. The ships will leave at dusk out of Phoenix Bay and sail out into the open Sea of Storms. Relying only on their instruments and the starts, they must find a boat moored out in the sea. The boat will be towing a burning barge as a signal. Turning around it, the vessel must then sail back. The event will be held on the first clear night after the Parade of Ships.

Cygnean passage rally The Cygnean Passage connects the Sea of Storms to the Nemerian Sea. It is a difficult passage afflicted by tides and contrary winds. This four-stage race will test the cunning and resolve of the ships and their crews. The race is expected to take twenty four hours in four 6-hour stages. The winner of each stage determines the start order of the next stage.

Exotic boat competition . This is an event solely for fun. Shipshell Bay will be the location for a flotilla of the oddest rafts and dinghies ever built. Everyone is allowed to enter a raft or boat that meets the size specifications. The only rule is that the boat could not be made of wood. Prizes awarded for longest float and strangest design. Spectators will be provided with balls of colored chalk to throw at the participants.

Farewell Event: The Final event will see ships docked at the main docks in Gran Figardenum decorated and looking their best. Groups of revelers will be circulating, singing songs and providing refreshments. It is the chance for the visitors to show off their homes on the waves.


Raft race: 2D8+ ½ diplomacy (round down). +1 if have Luskan Trade Language tech, Economic Academies, or Spy Network (cumulative)
Canoe race: 4D8 + military, to represent 2 stages. +2 if have Spy Network or Battlefield Medicine (cumulative)
Night sailing: 3D8+ Curiosity. +1 for Open Water Navigation, Improved Tacking, Signal Flares, Clinker-built ships or Carvel Built ships (choose 1), Lateen Sails or Fully battened sails (choose 1). +3 For Celestial Navigation. (Cumulative)
Cygnean passage sailing; 8D8 + Faith, +military.
Exotic boat competitionDesign: 2D8 +1/2 Curiosity. Buoyancy: 2d8+1/2 Faith.

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EVENT RESULTS

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Event/NationSeerono
Raft Race 13
Canoe Race 31
Night Sailing Race 32
Cygnean Passage Sailing 47
Exotic Boat Design 14
Exotic Boat Buoyancy 13

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When dealing with Primus, there are three major things one needs to keep in mind. First, you can f#$@ them on any table but not in a single deal. Second, they do not abandon friends or family. Third, they will never back down from a challenge.

A rumor had arrived that the Suzerainty would attempt to join the Rose Demense, immediately after refusing an opportunity to join the Primus Imperium because they were "infidels". The rumor itself wasn't what got heads turning, however; what caught the Court's attention was that such a deal was to go down at the 'Seerono Regata'. (Sea-based tournament games, from the sound of it.)

Primus was known across the world for its grand tournaments, where athletes of all stripes came to compete and win glory. To have another claim that they would host such an event made them... competition As such, High Queen Phelnia and High Princess Crudice now sailed to the Unicity to check out the Imperium's new competitor. You can't just ignore someone trying to do your job, after all.

This was an important reason the Imperium had to come, but it was not the only one; the Suzerainty would be meeting the High Queen to give its promised tribute. The Silver Horde was calling for aid, and the Imperium would be negotiating to aid them.

Custodian Eldice planned to go personally, in fact. That woman had been hell bent on proving herself after the debacle in the Majestic Tournament, and she had done so faultlessly, earning her first command just recently. Perhaps she could be groomed for her own Queendom one d One day at a time, Phelnia.

They'd had to borrow ships from the Kingdom, of course, but the trip would be worth it. Hopefully. The Truserchen and the Imperium had a somewhat troubled history, but they had patched things up, in part through Nemeria.

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[th]Event/NationPrimus
Raft Race 22
Canoe Race 30
Night Sailing Race 28
Cygnean Passage Sailing 44
Exotic Boat Design 12
Exotic Boat Buoyancy 8

[EtuBrutus]

Earl Tristan Brynjolf stood on the rails of a large Nemerian carrack, staring at the passing Seerono coast, a small smile crossing his face.

Many a sibling has grown up jealous of the attractiveness of their brothers and sisters, envious that such fortune smiled upon their kin, yet neglected them. Tristan was not so afflicted. Sure, his elder brother was a man of nearly immaculate complexion, but Tristan himself was hardly hard on the eyes. Though the gifts of Arborein blood had not so greatly manifested, the large halfbred was as handsome, if not more so, than his father. The large Nemerian was of paler skin, still tanned, with jet black hair and his father's emerald eyes. While his brother and sister were lithe and athletic in build like the nymphs, the younger Tristan was build like his grandfather, the late Earl of Caernarvon, barrel chested with large chorded muscles. He stood well over six foot, a giant even among the tall Nemerians, striking an impressive figure.

Captain Vas paused beside the young noble. "Ever been to Gran Figardenum?"

"No, don't believe I have."

"Just don't let any Bestrewen know you're a halfbred and you'll be fine. Otherwise, they try to 'study' you."

"Where's my brother?"

"Where do you think?"

"Remind me to never court a Primal."

"I feel like if you ever court a Primal, you won't still feel that way."

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[They're hosting a what.]
They'd had to borrow ships from the Kingdom, of course, but the trip would be worth it. Hopefully. The Truserchen and the Imperium had a somewhat troubled history, but they had patched things up, in part through Nemeria.

For the competitors and entourages of Primus, the Truserchen people turned out to be a very mixed bag. They were attractive, in a short, dusky, flexible sort of way. Their libertine attitudes and intense curiosity made them eager and energetic companions. With no formal commitment between people beyond what was necessary to raise children being the norm, It was a single’s paradise. Shopping was an interesting experience, and the Primals soon realized that pride in workmanship was the key motivating factor for the craftsman, far more than monetary gain. But beyond that, they were far more studious than adventurous. To them, the regatta was a chance to show off what they knew more than what they could do.

The Pontisep considered the Primus Empyrium one of the major world players, and one she greatly desired to see improved relations with. A decade ago, Primus was a remote empire on the othe side of the world. Now, with the navigation of the Pontisea, they loomed large in her considerations on the future.

She directed Socorro “Stalking Lands” Stormrider, BlackTailor to be their personal liason. Socorro was a 7th Unisep from the Phyloxgrew Bestrewen. One of the first of the new children who had never know the Time of Isolation, he was far more cosmopolitan than others at his elevated level. He even spoke trade tongue with the barbaric and impersonal pronouns so many others used.
After introducing himself he informed the Custodian, “I have arranged for Iceberry Manor to be available for your use. It has sufficient space for entertaining as well as private conferences, should you need them. I also will answer any questions you may have of our people or lands. Being seperated by half a world, things may seem strange here.” He tried to smile

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[HalfTangible]

Earl Tristan Brynjolf stood on the rails of a large Nemerian carrack, staring at the passing Seerono coast, a small smile crossing his face.

Many a sibling has grown up jealous of the attractiveness of their brothers and sisters, envious that such fortune smiled upon their kin, yet neglected them. Tristan was not so afflicted. Sure, his elder brother was a man of nearly immaculate complexion, but Tristan himself was hardly hard on the eyes. Though the gifts of Arborein blood had not so greatly manifested, the large halfbred was as handsome, if not more so, than his father. The large Nemerian was of paler skin, still tanned, with jet black hair and his father's emerald eyes. While his brother and sister were lithe and athletic in build like the nymphs, the younger Tristan was build like his grandfather, the late Earl of Caernarvon, barrel chested with large chorded muscles. He stood well over six foot, a giant even among the tall Nemerians, striking an impressive figure.

Captain Vas paused beside the young noble. "Ever been to Gran Figardenum?"

"No, don't believe I have."

"Just don't let any Bestrewen know you're a halfbred and you'll be fine. Otherwise, they try to 'study' you."

"Where's my brother?"

"Where do you think?"

"Remind me to never court a Primal."

"I feel like if you ever court a Primal, you won't still feel that way."

"There's no need to be jealous of him, dears." A woman's voice teased. "Go to Primus and you'll both get to drown in pretty girls."

Riyle had occasionally taken to wearing dresses, but this day she wore her red moonsilver armor. She had green eyes that sparkled like emeralds, and her red hair fell down to the small of her back.

"Don't worry, your brother's just a little... tired. He'll be up again soon."


For the competitors and entourages of Primus, the Truserchen people turned out to be a very mixed bag. They were attractive, in a short, dusky, flexible sort of way. Their libertine attitudes and intense curiosity made them eager and energetic companions. With no formal commitment between people beyond what was necessary to raise children being the norm, It was a single’s paradise. Shopping was an interesting experience, and the Primals soon realized that pride in workmanship was the key motivating factor for the craftsman, far more than monetary gain. But beyond that, they were far more studious than adventurous. To them, the regatta was a chance to show off what they knew more than what they could do.

The Pontisep considered the Primus Empyrium one of the major world players, and one she greatly desired to see improved relations with. A decade ago, Primus was a remote empire on the othe side of the world. Now, with the navigation of the Pontisea, they loomed large in her considerations on the future.

She directed Socorro “Stalking Lands” Stormrider, BlackTailor to be their personal liason. Socorro was a 7th Unisep from the Phyloxgrew Bestrewen. One of the first of the new children who had never know the Time of Isolation, he was far more cosmopolitan than others at his elevated level. He even spoke trade tongue with the barbaric and impersonal pronouns so many others used.
After introducing himself he informed the Custodian, “I have arranged for Iceberry Manor to be available for your use. It has sufficient space for entertaining as well as private conferences, should you need them. I also will answer any questions you may have of our people or lands. Being seperated by half a world, things may seem strange here.” He tried to smile

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Eldice nodded, then pointed behind her to the high princess and the high queen. "I will begin setting up guard rotations, but please direct all non-security inquiries to my charges."

High Queen Phelnia stepped forward. She was infamous for her scarred visage, and always wore the concealing black cloak of the Satsujin clans. Her hair was red, but beginning to gray. Next to her was Ysry Brynjolf, former Archduke of Nemeria.

On her other side stood High Princess Crudice. She had ruby red skin and horns that marked her heritage as a reincarnation of Kan, with midnight black eyes. She was bald and wore green armor made of moonsilver, but had a coldblood alloy hammer belted to her side.

In short, the man was greeting a demon and a scarred old woman, the former of which was wearing armor and both of whom were from a matriarchal culture of warriors. Not a good day.

Said scarred woman smiled at him. "Thank you, that would be lovely. It's been a long trip."

[Reggiejam]

The Duke did not enjoy traveling with Lady Sabel or the Autumn Matrons selected by his successor Lady Elesi. The Summer Consort struck him as a manipulator but not one who did such things for enjoyment and entertainment as was proper but for self-interest and elevation of herself above others. Thankfully she seemed to carry a degree of distaste for the Duke as well and traveled upon a separate ship than that which the Duke claimed as his own despite the protestations of the accompanying Matron. The Matrons for their part only irritated him in their dismissiveness of his capability and their disturbing loyalty to the newly coroneted Lady Autumn. He suspected it was for that loyalty that they had been chosen for this mission but since Elesi had returned to Tir Amser he had found the once charming woman twisted into a conniving and power hungry soul eerily familiar to the Summer Consort. He had heard the rumors of course, that Elesi and Sabel had become bedfellows not only politically but literally, though he had put little clout in the lewd rumor mongering of the baser Aeldir until he had actually seen the changes in his former ally. He regretted arranging support for Elesi among the more disenfranchised members of the Court who had supported him for his policies which reminded many of his mentor Cynel's tenure as Lady Autumn those decades now past. Now it seemed the western court was set to explode and take the other three courts with it. For his part he was thankful that he might wait out the disruption of the Rose Contract in the relaxing atmosphere of Furvas' new spa.

At least, he would claim preference to such a position. In truth he had leapt upon the chance to join the Matron expedition to Seereno and had conned and twisted truths to garner passage northeast of his remote resort. He had not before traveled east of the Praetorian Empire and commended the Nemerians for their securing of the straits which allowed Rose ships to even reach the Carding Coast. As they docked at the coast of the strange but knowledgeable Seereno the Duke scanned the other ships in the hopes of spotting one of Ambrosan design. He had heard a terrible assault had befallen his old traveling companion Nyle Darkthorne and while he would dismiss such accusations as laughable he harbored a desire to see the no-longer-young man. He had kept close tabs on Nyle's recovery and was likely one of the first to know outside the man's family of his recovery though he had made no indication to Nyle or his family of his vested interest lest his carefully calculated façade be undercut by signs of, most terrible of terrible things, signs of care. He was hoping he might see his old companion here, having heard that the Second might be sent following the unfortunate incidents related to the Puldine Acreage's blue field. If his fellow worldly rogue didn't show he dreaded what might be a rather oppressive trip kept under the thumb of Sabel and Elesi's Matrons.

[EtuBrutus]

"There's no need to be jealous of him, dears." A woman's voice teased. "Go to Primus and you'll both get to drown in pretty girls."

Riyle had occasionally taken to wearing dresses, but this day she wore her red moonsilver armor. She had green eyes that sparkled like emeralds, and her red hair fell down to the small of her back.

"Don't worry, your brother's just a little... tired. He'll be up again soon."Tristan rolled his eyes at his sister-in-law, before turning to join Vas in beginning the preparations to land.

Soon the large vessel had maneuvered its way into the harbor, and after the ship was properly moored, the Nemerian delegation made its way ashore. The Archduke, flanked by his wife and his brother, made his way toward the West Grangardenum.

[Geckus]

Though never seen in the west or south, the triumvirate of Clan Hold vessels at the Regatta were a common sight to any who sailed the Sea of Storms (and more recently in the straights and bays separating that sea from the ocean to the east); clearly based on Aeldir design, but modified sufficiently to be easily distinguishable from those used by the Courts – deeper of draft and sturdier of frame to handle the rough waters of the Wrack, they did not dance nearly as nimbly upon the waves. Though their crews were entirely human, a small party of drimma stood upon the deck of the lead ship, watching both the waves and the ships brought to them by the Seerono’s invitation.

“Look at the size of that one…that’s a Nemerian design, is it not?” The speaker, an auburn haired drimma woman dressed in a simple white toga, pointed at the huge carrack which dwarfed her own vessel. “Simply magnificent!”

A much broader, taller drimma, dark haired and powerfully built, clad in heavy armor despite the danger of doing so aboard ship, answered with a grunt. “Aye, good for trade, and even better for a naval engagement. Which is why I kept telling Steeleye that we need to put some minds to work on improving our own fleet instead of making do with…”

“A perfectly serviceable design. I know, Seiger.” Flashing the other drimma a smile to take the bite away from the interruption, she leaned against the rail to watch the grand vessel sail into port. “But the Nemerian’s have never offered us anything even remotely resembling a threat, and while there are other powers on the sea, none of those are close enough to launch a proper naval attack.”

“Things change, Master Architect.”

“That they do, Seiger, that they do. So why don’t we go and meet with some Nemerians and try to ensure it’s a change for the better?” Linna Coalthumb, the Master Architect of the Clan Holds, signaled the ship's captain to follow the Nemerian ship into dock.

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Said scarred woman smiled at him. "Thank you, that would be lovely. It's been a long trip."

Socorro turned and bowed deeply, arms outstretched away from his sides. It was a common gesture among the Truserchen and the Nemerians that indicated subserivence and respect. "You honor me, Great Queen. Pontisep Etasiel has placed me at your service during your time here." It was made clear to him that, as a matriarchy, a subservient man would be expected.

He presented each of the three women with their gift pouches. "After you have had a chance to review the events and schedule, I will be happy to arrange transportation. Until then, we have a small gazebo in the Western Grand Garden and refreshments waiting."

[Gengy]

Arriving on a merchant ship - a large vessel adorned with the name of Uldra's Torrent - the Spring Court docks with politeness and grace. The ship itself is seen to by local merchants, bought and renamed specifically for this venture into unfamiliar seas. The captain is a human that seems to be enjoying the idea of being a Gold Stem merchant (perhaps the first) in the far away Carding Coast.

It is not, however, Lady Spring whom steps off the multi-sailed ship. Instead of the small girl with the sash covering her eyes, and the commanding presence that Lady Spring always seems to have, it is instead a raven haired girl, her sharp ears hidden by a delicate purple silk hood; the garment extends down into a dress of the same color, it's sleeves cut short between the elbow and shoulders, and hanging from there are carefully planned ribbons that tie off the ends of the sleeves to allow even more freedom of movement. The dress itself is short, in comparison to the otherwise larger, more regal gowns that Lady Spring normally wears. The purple clothed stranger's eyes, however, are sharp and assessing. And the manner that the other Spring Girls and Boys treat her makes it clear that she is in charge. If there were any doubt, the golden armband she wears glimmers in the sunlight, marking her as - at the least - a high ranking Gold Stem merchant.

"Lady Blayne -" the captain begins, before stopping himself. From his expression, this hasn't been the first time that he's reminded himself of something, and corrects his gaff, "Best Friend Blayne. The crew of the Uldra's Torrent awaits your return. Please let us know if we can be of any further assistance here."

"Your offer has been noted, captain." Blayne's voice is a whisper on the wind; it has a silent tone to it that seems to carry just far enough. With no other word, she departs. The Spring Girls that were around her disperse, each taking a Spring Boy as well. Except for Blayne. Like the sound of her voice, she too is soon a whisper in the wind.

...though some say they see her later, speaking with people from Primus and the Clan Holds.

The Spring Court is here. You are welcome to interact, but please be aware, I may not have IRL time to respond. HT, Geckus, assume our earlier conversations are started and/or completed here. In other words, OOC stuff becomes IC stuff! YAY!

If anyone would like to trade with the Rose Demesne, please feel free to send me a PM.

[HalfTangible]

Socorro turned and bowed deeply, arms outstretched away from his sides. It was a common gesture among the Truserchen and the Nemerians that indicated subserivence and respect. "You honor me, Great Queen. Pontisep Etasiel has placed me at your service during your time here." It was made clear to him that, as a matriarchy, a subservient man would be expected.

He presented each of the three women with their gift pouches. "After you have had a chance to review the events and schedule, I will be happy to arrange transportation. Until then, we have a small gazebo in the Western Grand Garden and refreshments waiting." A hand grasped his chin and brought his eyes up to look into midnight black pools deep in ruby skin. The heir to the Primal throne looked for all the world like a demon of myth, bald with a pair of slightly curved horns.

And her gaze was... hungry.

"Our service?" Crudice repeated teasingly, as she began to pet his hair. "Are you certain of that, boy~?"

Phelnia's mouth twitched. "Be gentle."

... Perhaps Sorocco been too subservient.


Arriving on a merchant ship - a large vessel adorned with the name of Uldra's Torrent - the Spring Court docks with politeness and grace. The ship itself is seen to by local merchants, bought and renamed specifically for this venture into unfamiliar seas. The captain is a human that seems to be enjoying the idea of being a Gold Stem merchant (perhaps the first) in the far away Carding Coast.

It is not, however, Lady Spring whom steps off the multi-sailed ship. Instead of the small girl with the sash covering her eyes, and the commanding presence that Lady Spring always seems to have, it is instead a raven haired girl, her sharp ears hidden by a delicate purple silk hood; the garment extends down into a dress of the same color, it's sleeves cut short between the elbow and shoulders, and hanging from there are carefully planned ribbons that tie off the ends of the sleeves to allow even more freedom of movement. The dress itself is short, in comparison to the otherwise larger, more regal gowns that Lady Spring normally wears. The purple clothed stranger's eyes, however, are sharp and assessing. And the manner that the other Spring Girls and Boys treat her makes it clear that she is in charge. If there were any doubt, the golden armband she wears glimmers in the sunlight, marking her as - at the least - a high ranking Gold Stem merchant.

"Lady Blayne -" the captain begins, before stopping himself. From his expression, this hasn't been the first time that he's reminded himself of something, and corrects his gaff, "Best Friend Blayne. The crew of the Uldra's Torrent awaits your return. Please let us know if we can be of any further assistance here."

"Your offer has been noted, captain." Blayne's voice is a whisper on the wind; it has a silent tone to it that seems to carry just far enough. With no other word, she departs. The Spring Girls that were around her disperse, each taking a Spring Boy as well. Except for Blayne. Like the sound of her voice, she too is soon a whisper in the wind.

...though some say they see her later, speaking with people from Primus and the Clan Holds.

The Spring Court is here. You are welcome to interact, but please be aware, I may not have IRL time to respond. HT, Geckus, assume our earlier conversations are started and/or completed here. In other words, OOC stuff becomes IC stuff! YAY!

If anyone would like to trade with the Rose Demesne, please feel free to send me a PM.

Blayne would not have needed to be a Spring Girl worthy of the title 'Best Friend' to find the Primal delegation. One of their members was a red-skinned demon child and the rest had on armor of a material that on this continent was only possessed by the Empress of Anceris - it's not like they'd be hard to find.

They were at a gazebo in the western grand garden, and as Blayne arrived, she'd find several of the Primal princesses (and their servants) partaking in refreshments and carrying on a conversation in their native tongue. Specifically, about how appropriate it was to flirt with foreign dignitaries.

Eldice of the Custodia Alta announced Blayne. She was brought to the High Queen and offered wine. Phelnia smiled at the Spring Girl.

"<Always a pleasure to host one of the Spring. Best Friend Blayne, I believe!>"

[EtuBrutus]

Though never seen in the west or south, the triumvirate of Clan Hold vessels at the Regatta were a common sight to any who sailed the Sea of Storms (and more recently in the straights and bays separating that sea from the ocean to the east); clearly based on Aeldir design, but modified sufficiently to be easily distinguishable from those used by the Courts – deeper of draft and sturdier of frame to handle the rough waters of the Wrack, they did not dance nearly as nimbly upon the waves. Though their crews were entirely human, a small party of drimma stood upon the deck of the lead ship, watching both the waves and the ships brought to them by the Seerono’s invitation.

“Look at the size of that one…that’s a Nemerian design, is it not?” The speaker, an auburn haired drimma woman dressed in a simple white toga, pointed at the huge carrack which dwarfed her own vessel. “Simply magnificent!”

A much broader, taller drimma, dark haired and powerfully built, clad in heavy armor despite the danger of doing so aboard ship, answered with a grunt. “Aye, good for trade, and even better for a naval engagement. Which is why I kept telling Steeleye that we need to put some minds to work on improving our own fleet instead of making do with…”

“A perfectly serviceable design. I know, Seiger.” Flashing the other drimma a smile to take the bite away from the interruption, she leaned against the rail to watch the grand vessel sail into port. “But the Nemerian’s have never offered us anything even remotely resembling a threat, and while there are other powers on the sea, none of those are close enough to launch a proper naval attack.”

“Things change, Master Architect.”

“That they do, Seiger, that they do. So why don’t we go and meet with some Nemerians and try to ensure it’s a change for the better?” Linna Coalthumb, the Master Architect of the Clan Holds, signaled the ship's captain to follow the Nemerian ship into dock.As Andarious prepared to make his way to the West Grangardenum, his eyes fell upon a neighboring ship, bearing the flag of Clanholds.

His travels in his youth had mostly been limited to the Piliki and the Passage, so what Andarious knew of the drimma came largely from his father, who had well known the Sea of Storms, and from his correspondence with the Marchnadwr Baird Llywarch, who had once managed much of Nemeria's subterranean ally's trade with the Empyrium. That alone spoke volumes, for little exchange happened directly between the two nations.

The young lord made his way within sight of the ship. Perhaps this might prove an opportunity to rectify such a situation.

[PepperP.]

The Duke did not enjoy traveling with Lady Sabel or the Autumn Matrons selected by his successor Lady Elesi. The Summer Consort struck him as a manipulator but not one who did such things for enjoyment and entertainment as was proper but for self-interest and elevation of herself above others. Thankfully she seemed to carry a degree of distaste for the Duke as well and traveled upon a separate ship than that which the Duke claimed as his own despite the protestations of the accompanying Matron. The Matrons for their part only irritated him in their dismissiveness of his capability and their disturbing loyalty to the newly coroneted Lady Autumn. He suspected it was for that loyalty that they had been chosen for this mission but since Elesi had returned to Tir Amser he had found the once charming woman twisted into a conniving and power hungry soul eerily familiar to the Summer Consort. He had heard the rumors of course, that Elesi and Sabel had become bedfellows not only politically but literally, though he had put little clout in the lewd rumor mongering of the baser Aeldir until he had actually seen the changes in his former ally. He regretted arranging support for Elesi among the more disenfranchised members of the Court who had supported him for his policies which reminded many of his mentor Cynel's tenure as Lady Autumn those decades now past. Now it seemed the western court was set to explode and take the other three courts with it. For his part he was thankful that he might wait out the disruption of the Rose Contract in the relaxing atmosphere of Furvas' new spa.

At least, he would claim preference to such a position. In truth he had leapt upon the chance to join the Matron expedition to Seereno and had conned and twisted truths to garner passage northeast of his remote resort. He had not before traveled east of the Praetorian Empire and commended the Nemerians for their securing of the straits which allowed Rose ships to even reach the Carding Coast. As they docked at the coast of the strange but knowledgeable Seereno the Duke scanned the other ships in the hopes of spotting one of Ambrosan design. He had heard a terrible assault had befallen his old traveling companion Nyle Darkthorne and while he would dismiss such accusations as laughable he harbored a desire to see the no-longer-young man. He had kept close tabs on Nyle's recovery and was likely one of the first to know outside the man's family of his recovery though he had made no indication to Nyle or his family of his vested interest lest his carefully calculated façade be undercut by signs of, most terrible of terrible things, signs of care. He was hoping he might see his old companion here, having heard that the Second might be sent following the unfortunate incidents related to the Puldine Acreage's blue field. If his fellow worldly rogue didn't show he dreaded what might be a rather oppressive trip kept under the thumb of Sabel and Elesi's Matrons.

Nyle and The Duke

Nyle had traveled overland from his home in Ambrose, and hired a merchant vessel the remaining distance to Seerono. The distance through the eastern Berrium holdings being much shorter than circumnavigating the globe west upon the sea would have been, though his ship Darkthorne was known for both its beauty and speed. It had been a gift years ago from the little Duke. Lady Duke, he had mockingly called the imp upon their last meeting. His lips quirked in a brief, lopsided grin at the memory. It seemed that the Duke's stint as Lady regent of Autumn was nearly through and Nyle hoped to find his old friend here. His fingers rubbed the long scars that ran across his ribs unconsciously as he walked, his black cloak covered the deeper scars on his shoulder where the beast had sank its teeth into his flesh at the Majestic Tournament.

Nyle walked alone and with purpose towards the Autumn Aeldir delegation. He hoped that without retinue, he might pass inconspicuously as an ordinary traveler, though he did not quite fit in with the locals, with his tall height and broad shoulders. Clan tattoos swirled across his visible upper chest beneath his cloak and his mother's piercing blue eyes, which had been warmed by Thalia's smile, glittered icily with intensity as his heightened senses were assaulted by the foreign and exotic smells of a new land and unfamiliar people. He dared not admit to himself within his own mind, but the hope that his old companion, who he knew to be far wiser than his flippant demeanor and young appearance afforded him, might be able to help with his affliction which he had yet to be able to resist come every full moon since the attack.

He approached the perimeter of the Autumnal delegation and stopped a respectable distance from the guards to show he meant no hostility.

"I am here to see..." His voice trailed off as he realized with amusement that he had been about to ask for The Lady Duke.

"The Duke, please." He recovered and awaited patiently, silently praying that the Duke was here.

[lt_murgen]

A hand grasped his chin and brought his eyes up to look into midnight black pools deep in ruby skin. The heir to the Primal throne looked for all the world like a demon of myth, bald with a pair of slightly curved horns.

And her gaze was... hungry.

"Our service?" Crudice repeated teasingly, as she began to pet his hair. "Are you certain of that, boy~?"

Phelnia's mouth twitched. "Be gentle."

... Perhaps Sorocco been too subservient.


"At the service of your leadership, of course." He demurred. Her offered Crudice his arm, but his gaze was all too appraising and indiscrete. "The Unicity can be puzzling, and I would hate to be seen as too distracted to provide excellent guidance to the High Queen and her post professional Custodian." As they began to walk, he spoke, "I was taught a difficult lesson by the Satyrs of the Jade Havens. There was this lovely faun named Zhuzu, who had quite the tongue for languages..."

[Geckus]

As Andarious prepared to make his way to the West Grangardenum, his eyes fell upon a neighboring ship, bearing the flag of Clanholds.

His travels in his youth had mostly been limited to the Piliki and the Passage, so what Andarious knew of the drimma came largely from his father, who had well known the Sea of Storms, and from his correspondence with the Marchnadwr Baird Llywarch, who had once managed much of Nemeria's subterranean ally's trade with the Empyrium. That alone spoke volumes, for little exchange happened directly between the two nations.

The young lord made his way within sight of the ship. Perhaps this might prove an opportunity to rectify such a situation.

A small party of humans and drimma descended from their ship, eager to explore the Grangardenum – word of its topiary wonders had reached the Holds only recently, and few had had the opportunity to explore them.

“Just a quick look, then we really must try and catch up with the party from the Nemerian vessel…” Interrupted by a tug of a tiny hand on her elbow, Linna followed a pointing finger towards the approaching Andarious. “Well, thank you malyutka; that would have been embarrassing!” Picking up the pointer – a very young drimma boy, no more than three or four years old – and settling him against an amble hip as she walked to meet the Nemerian lord, Linna absently fussed with his windblown hair, which was a greyish-white not seen on any drimma before at least their hundredth year. The armed and armoured Seiger followed a pace behind, his dark eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, alert for any potential threat.

As Andarious and Linna’s paths brought them together, the Master Architect offered the Nemerian lord a brilliant smile and partial bow so as not to dislodge the boy seated on her hip. “Goddess’ greetings to you and well met; I had hoped to meet with someone off of the Nemerian vessels we followed into port! I am Linna Coalthumb, of the Clan Holds. My warder here is Fortifier Seiger,” she nodded towards the grim faced, armoured drimma now moving to her side, before once more attempting to straighten the child’s mussed hair, while he stared at Andarious with blue eyes that seem far too bright. “and this is Bozhiy. Who might I have the pleasure of addressing?”

[Aedilred]

Kusal wasn't sure whether he would have preferred a long sea voyage with all that entailed or the bone-jarring overland journey he had taken to reach the site of the regatta. It seemed ridiculous to travel so far to deal with folk who lived only a few miles offshore, but if that was what was necessary to avert war, then so be it, just as it should be he who undertook this mission. Despite his age, he was still the foremost diplomat in Nand. He walked along in the wake of the Ambrose delegation, his cane tapping on the ground, trailed by a handful of scribes carrying document cases: maps, surveys, and copies of old diplomatic agreements, while the rest of his servants and slaves saw to his baggage and took off to arrange his sleeping quarters.

He made for the accommodation of the Autumn Matrons, seeking an audience.

[Reggiejam]

Nyle and The Duke

Nyle had traveled overland from his home in Ambrose, and hired a merchant vessel the remaining distance to Seerono. The distance through the eastern Berrium holdings being much shorter than circumnavigating the globe west upon the sea would have been, though his ship Darkthorne was known for both its beauty and speed. It had been a gift years ago from the little Duke. Lady Duke, he had mockingly called the imp upon their last meeting. His lips quirked in a brief, lopsided grin at the memory. It seemed that the Duke's stint as Lady regent of Autumn was nearly through and Nyle hoped to find his old friend here. His fingers rubbed the long scars that ran across his ribs unconsciously as he walked, his black cloak covered the deeper scars on his shoulder where the beast had sank its teeth into his flesh at the Majestic Tournament.

Nyle walked alone and with purpose towards the Autumn Aeldir delegation. He hoped that without retinue, he might pass inconspicuously as an ordinary traveler, though he did not quite fit in with the locals, with his tall height and broad shoulders. Clan tattoos swirled across his visible upper chest beneath his cloak and his mother's piercing blue eyes, which had been warmed by Thalia's smile, glittered icily with intensity as his heightened senses were assaulted by the foreign and exotic smells of a new land and unfamiliar people. He dared not admit to himself within his own mind, but the hope that his old companion, who he knew to be far wiser than his flippant demeanor and young appearance afforded him, might be able to help with his affliction which he had yet to be able to resist come every full moon since the attack.

He approached the perimeter of the Autumnal delegation and stopped a respectable distance from the guards to show he meant no hostility.

"I am here to see..." His voice trailed off as he realized with amusement that he had been about to ask for The Lady Duke.

"The Duke, please." He recovered and awaited patiently, silently praying that the Duke was here.


The Duke spotted his old companion before he had yet reached the small outpost of Autumn Sappers who were acting as security for the Matrons at this event. He studied Nyle's face from afar, finding it comforting in its familiarity but noting with some disturbance the flickering presence of something new just beneath the surface. His mind churned with possibilities as to what it was that concerned the Prince of Avonlea and he resolved himself to determine what seemed to be haunting the man's visage.

He waited for the Sapper who'd spoken with Nyle to come get him and approached the half-Ambrosan prince in a skip-like gait. He smiled comically large as his eyes met Nyle's and threw his arms out to side presenting Nyle as some sort of exotic demonstration intended to impress.

"Nyle, Prince of Avonlea bent but never broken I see. I'd heard you were mauled nearly to death by some Primal beast, old friend. I'm given to understand the Imperium's women are quite lascivious and tend towards obsession with their paramours. I'd caution you but it may be too late."



Kusal wasn't sure whether he would have preferred a long sea voyage with all that entailed or the bone-jarring overland journey he had taken to reach the site of the regatta. It seemed ridiculous to travel so far to deal with folk who lived only a few miles offshore, but if that was what was necessary to avert war, then so be it, just as it should be he who undertook this mission. Despite his age, he was still the foremost diplomat in Nand. He walked along in the wake of the Ambrose delegation, his cane tapping on the ground, trailed by a handful of scribes carrying document cases: maps, surveys, and copies of old diplomatic agreements, while the rest of his servants and slaves saw to his baggage and took off to arrange his sleeping quarters.

He made for the accommodation of the Autumn Matrons, seeking an audience.


Kusal was quickly permitted access to the senior-most Matrons as well as the newly inaugurated Lady Sabel. Food and drink were provided for the aging Nend diplomat and the assemblage took seats around a lounge-like tent erected while the Matrons awaited housing provision by the Truserchen. A domineering auburn-haired woman addressed the Prince directly regarding the matter at hand.

"Lord Kusal, the Lady Autumn and myself thank you for traveling to meet with us regarding the matters of disagreement relating to the former lands of the Suzerainty. Matters at home in Tir Amser consume the Lady and as senior-most Matrons we were directed to this event for additional negotiations to be conducted. I am Lady Nadym, I have been authorized by the Lady to explain and discuss the Autumn Court's, and by extension the whole Demesnes', opinion regarding the issue raised by your Queen. I believe I have an understanding but it would please me to hear your full issue directly to ensure there is no miscommunication from assumption."

[EtuBrutus]

A small party of humans and drimma descended from their ship, eager to explore the Grangardenum – word of its topiary wonders had reached the Holds only recently, and few had had the opportunity to explore them.

“Just a quick look, then we really must try and catch up with the party from the Nemerian vessel…” Interrupted by a tug of a tiny hand on her elbow, Linna followed a pointing finger towards the approaching Andarious. “Well, thank you malyutka; that would have been embarrassing!” Picking up the pointer – a very young drimma boy, no more than three or four years old – and settling him against an amble hip as she walked to meet the Nemerian lord, Linna absently fussed with his windblown hair, which was a greyish-white not seen on any drimma before at least their hundredth year. The armed and armoured Seiger followed a pace behind, his dark eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, alert for any potential threat.

As Andarious and Linna’s paths brought them together, the Master Architect offered the Nemerian lord a brilliant smile and partial bow so as not to dislodge the boy seated on her hip. “Goddess’ greetings to you and well met; I had hoped to meet with someone off of the Nemerian vessels we followed into port! I am Linna Coalthumb, of the Clan Holds. My warder here is Fortifier Seiger,” she nodded towards the grim faced, armoured drimma now moving to her side, before once more attempting to straighten the child’s mussed hair, while he stared at Andarious with blue eyes that seem far too bright. “and this is Bozhiy. Who might I have the pleasure of addressing?”"Archduke Andarious Titus Byrnjolf II, at your service, Master Architect." A smile crossed his face, as he returned the bow.

"May I introduce Tristan Brynjolf, my brother and the Earl of Caernarvon, and the Admiral Gustav Vas, Captain of my personal guard? The beauty is my wife, Princess Riyle of Primus." He shot his wife a sly look. "It is a pleasure to meet you in person, Linna Coalthumb. I fear that I have yet to meet any of the Empyrium's esteemed rulers in person, so it is a delight to finally put a face to one of the names I so often hear."

[EtuBrutus]

Might as well roll these before I forget:
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Event/NationNemeria
Raft Race 18
Canoe Race 28
Night Sailing Race 20
Cygnean Passage Sailing 46
Exotic Boat Design 11
Exotic Boat Buoyancy 5

[PepperP.]

The Duke spotted his old companion before he had yet reached the small outpost of Autumn Sappers who were acting as security for the Matrons at this event. He studied Nyle's face from afar, finding it comforting in its familiarity but noting with some disturbance the flickering presence of something new just beneath the surface. His mind churned with possibilities as to what it was that concerned the Prince of Avonlea and he resolved himself to determine what seemed to be haunting the man's visage.

He waited for the Sapper who'd spoken with Nyle to come get him and approached the half-Ambrosan prince in a skip-like gait. He smiled comically large as his eyes met Nyle's and threw his arms out to side presenting Nyle as some sort of exotic demonstration intended to impress.

"Nyle, Prince of Avonlea bent but never broken I see. I'd heard you were mauled nearly to death by some Primal beast, old friend. I'm given to understand the Imperium's women are quite lascivious and tend towards obsession with their paramours. I'd caution you but it may be too late."

Nyle's composure broke into an amused grin as he stood confronting the little Duke with his hands on his hips. Though his face was one of glad amusement, his body seemed tense as he gazed upon the Duke with eyes that were no longer wholly his own, but of the beast he could feel coiled beneath his skin as though ever ready to strike. Instinctually, his gaze lifted to the sky, though it was mid-day and he always seemed to know the moon phase without looking.

"If the Primal women were half as savage as the beast that mauled me, I would have settled down with one ages ago." He spoke in jest, a mocking leer upon his lips.

"Sadly, the beast was not nearly as fair nor as interested in sex as the average Primal." He tossed his cloak over his left shoulder to reveal the pink and puckered scars the beast's teeth had left in his flesh.

[Geckus]

"Archduke Andarious Titus Byrnjolf II, at your service, Master Architect." A smile crossed his face, as he returned the bow.

"May I introduce Tristan Brynjolf, my brother and the Earl of Caernarvon, and the Admiral Gustav Vas, Captain of my personal guard? The beauty is my wife, Princess Riyle of Primus." He shot his wife a sly look. "It is a pleasure to meet you in person, Linna Coalthumb. I fear that I have yet to meet any of the Empyrium's esteemed rulers in person, so it is a delight to finally put a face to one of the names I so often hear."

Linna greeted each of the Nemerians and the Primal Princess in turn; her open smile turned into a wry grin at Andarious’ last comment. “As much as I respect my predecessor’s accomplishments, diplomatic efforts were not one of them; under his guidance our thoughts were turned ever inward, something that I intend to change. So it would seem I am exceptionally fortunate this day, to meet with the high nobility of not one but two of the great powers to our east!”

“I have heard so much about your homelands, Nemeria and Primus both, but only through the filter of reports by merchants and travelers; I would love to hear of them from natives to the land, if you would be willing…perhaps while touring the Grangardenium? The topiary mazes are supposed to be quite cunningly designed.”


Raft Race: [11]
Canoe Race: [24]
Night Sailing: [22]
Cygnean Passage Sailing: [41]
Exotic Boat Competition: Design [17] Buoyancy [5]

[HalfTangible]

"Archduke Andarious Titus Byrnjolf II, at your service, Master Architect." A smile crossed his face, as he returned the bow.

"May I introduce Tristan Brynjolf, my brother and the Earl of Caernarvon, and the Admiral Gustav Vas, Captain of my personal guard? The beauty is my wife, Princess Riyle of Primus." He shot his wife a sly look. "It is a pleasure to meet you in person, Linna Coalthumb. I fear that I have yet to meet any of the Empyrium's esteemed rulers in person, so it is a delight to finally put a face to one of the names I so often hear."




Linna greeted each of the Nemerians and the Primal Princess in turn; her open smile turned into a wry grin at Andarious’ last comment. “As much as I respect my predecessor’s accomplishments, diplomatic efforts were not one of them; under his guidance our thoughts were turned ever inward, something that I intend to change. So it would seem I am exceptionally fortunate this day, to meet with the high nobility of not one but two of the great powers to our east!”

“I have heard so much about your homelands, Nemeria and Primus both, but only through the filter of reports by merchants and travelers; I would love to hear of them from natives to the land, if you would be willing…perhaps while touring the Grangardenium? The topiary mazes are supposed to be quite cunningly designed.”


Raft Race: [11]
Canoe Race: [24]
Night Sailing: [22]
Cygnean Passage Sailing: [41]
Exotic Boat Competition: Design [17] Buoyancy [5]

Riyle winked at her husband, slipping her arm around his waist. Flattery would get him everywhere, they both knew.

She turned to look Linna in the eye. "'Twould be my honor to speak with you of Primus." The Primal princess had no love for the place anymore, but she'd still lived there until she came of age; she certainly knew about it.

[EtuBrutus]

Linna greeted each of the Nemerians and the Primal Princess in turn; her open smile turned into a wry grin at Andarious’ last comment. “As much as I respect my predecessor’s accomplishments, diplomatic efforts were not one of them; under his guidance our thoughts were turned ever inward, something that I intend to change. So it would seem I am exceptionally fortunate this day, to meet with the high nobility of not one but two of the great powers to our east!”

“I have heard so much about your homelands, Nemeria and Primus both, but only through the filter of reports by merchants and travelers; I would love to hear of them from natives to the land, if you would be willing…perhaps while touring the Grangardenium? The topiary mazes are supposed to be quite cunningly designed.”

Riyle winked at her husband, slipping her arm around his waist. Flattery would get him everywhere, they both knew.

She turned to look Linna in the eye. "'Twould be my honor to speak with you of Primus." The Primal princess had no love for the place anymore, but she'd still lived there until she came of age; she certainly knew about it."I would be delighted to revel you with tales of Nemeria, though I'll admit I know so very little of the Clansholds as well. I fear I've only what tales passed to me from my father's youthful travels and what details I have gleam from letters from Viceroy Baird Llywarch of the Nihoni."

The Archduke spoke as he walked. "The lands of Nemeria, I'll admit are quit varied, as our demesnes stretch from the the Núrnen Peninsula south through the Piliki to the lands of Dherai and Karsus. We rule numerous peoples from the Nymphs of Arborein, like my mother, to the Manwyn of Laeryn to the Nemer and the Dherai. Nemeria proper, however, is a land of rolling hills along the shores of the sea. A beautiful country in its own right."

[Geckus]

Riyle winked at her husband, slipping her arm around his waist. Flattery would get him everywhere, they both knew.

She turned to look Linna in the eye. "'Twould be my honor to speak with you of Primus." The Primal princess had no love for the place anymore, but she'd still lived there until she came of age; she certainly knew about it.


"I would be delighted to revel you with tales of Nemeria, though I'll admit I know so very little of the Clansholds as well. I fear I've only what tales passed to me from my father's youthful travels and what details I have gleam from letters from Viceroy Baird Llywarch of the Nihoni."

The Archduke spoke as he walked. "The lands of Nemeria, I'll admit are quit varied, as our demesnes stretch from the the Núrnen Peninsula south through the Piliki to the lands of Dherai and Karsus. We rule numerous peoples from the Nymphs of Arborein, like my mother, to the Manwyn of Laeryn to the Nemer and the Dherai. Nemeria proper, however, is a land of rolling hills along the shores of the sea. A beautiful country in its own right."

A land of many cultures, much like our own then.

“I hope to see it with my own eyes one day, as I hope you both will come visit the halls of my people someday soon; such close neighbours as we should not be strangers to each other.”

As the group travels, Linna happily trades stories of the Clan Holds and the peoples within, from the Aladarian successor states that form the core of the Holds, to those northern lands recently ceded in the formation of Arakhal and Walnoth. Despite the fact that the Clans had settled in Western Aladar well over forty years past, it was clear that she still viewed the wonders of her homeland with the eager eyes and excitement of a wanderer.

Annnd I am awful at small talk. :P
I was hoping to establish the character at this event and make sure I finally had a conversation with my neighbours, but I am hitting a brick wall in ‘what’ to talk about - apologies for the lack of a proper continuance or transition.

[EtuBrutus]

Annnd I am awful at small talk. :P
I was hoping to establish the character at this event and make sure I finally had a conversation with my neighbours, but I am hitting a brick wall in ‘what’ to talk about - apologies for the lack of a proper continuance or transition.I too am really bad at this, and have been struggling to actually motivate myself to post this round. Small talk aside maybe the subject of the Master Architects vote regarding the Shrouded Lord? Or do we not want to make that too public?