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Fantasy A Marriage Between Nations (IC Thread)
mood6
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EccentricFantasy
The mind is a fearsome thing, don't tread on it.
Patriarch
Jason Uthradul
Interactions: The Entire Alor greeting party. Crown Princess Ariawyn Damaris (
ithinkcat
)
Location: Outside the Castle
Most thought being a leader in Jötengaumer was not a fully encompassing thing. The outsiders saw him homeland as savage and unrelenting. However, they did not know the intricacies of life there. As a Patriarch of one of the three great clans, his responsibility was great. His power in his clan was absolute. His word was law. Some of the others did not see it that way. For people whose armies were filled with savage men and women. It was considered improper, but Jason knew that many of their female warriors were stronger than the males of other nations. If they were to spend a month in his land, they would understand.Jason Uthradul
Interactions: The Entire Alor greeting party. Crown Princess Ariawyn Damaris (
ithinkcat
)Location: Outside the Castle
Arriving in Alor was a grand thing. A small platoon of soldiers accompanied him until the small village beyond the river. There, he was placed in a carriage to be taken to the Castle. The fur clad warriors were gawked at as they made their way through the country. They were savages after all. Though he noticed that they were more interested in his owl Partri, who perched upon the carriage. Jason smiled seeing the coachman become uncomfortable at the sight of such a beast.
As he rode up to the Castle, he prepared himself. There was something.....off about this entire thing. Specifically a woman he had met only rarely. Zoleii, the crowned Queen of Alor. There was something off about her. She was a dangerous woman, that much he knew, just from the few times he had seen her.
Upon arrival, he could see the great awe the court gave to his carriage. It was expected, given that Partri was perched upon it. It was not often one saw a Great Blue Ice owl. When the carriage stopped, they seemed a bit more nervous watching him step out. At 6'9" he was a walking beast. He was so much taller that it was a wonder how he fit in the carriage. Though he was sure that they were more focused on his axe that was up with Partri. Jason reached up and put it upon his back.
He whistled twice and his great owl stepped down. He began to stroke the great birds dark, icey feathers. A smile formed upon his face as the bird cooked and nuzzled him "There we go. Thank you for accompanying me my old friend." He turned to face the court. Stepping forward, Partri close to his side.
Once 10 feet from the group, he placed his fist on his heart and bowed "Hail to the ruling family of Alor. I bid you good life." This being a formal greeting from the followers of Sitri. When he rose again, he noticed a familiar face. With a wide smile, he walked up to the warrior princess he saw often on his trips to Alor. One not bound by her kingdoms traditions for females. Seeing her again was nice "Princess Aria, you seem well. I hope your sword play has improved since last we met." Jason thought fondly of this woman. Circumstances being what they are, she was not in a place to be her true self. If she was a part of his nation, she would have been a great warrior. He believed that she would have been a better Matriarch than he is a Patriarch. He then took her hand and gave it a kiss. Smiling as he folded his arms "How is Sword Princess Aria these days?" It was hard to understand a guy like him, but honesty at the level he had was rare. He hid nothing and anyone with sense would see that he had a particular fondness for Aria. It was not clear if it was romantic or not, but he did favor her out of the entire Alorian court.
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Birb™
Perfection is an illusion. No matter who you are, what you've done, or where you are, there will always be a flaw clinging onto you like an unwanted curse. For some, it's their greed. For many, it's their naivety. Regardless, this one flaw, so long as others has gotten a sniff of it, will define you for the rest of your life. Whether you like it or not, no matter what.
Cursed. Demon. Witch. Plenty of names has been thrown around in the wind, whispered in the taverns or the most isolated recess, all to spite and shame her. Yet, none of them has truly reached her. Why? Because Zoleii was so high above them; she doesn't concern herself with the opinions of lowly worms.
If being ambitious is a sin then her karma's being the Queen. The Queen of Alor, and a month from now, the Queen of Evander. Easily the two most powerful realms in the world.
Ah, truly, she must repent.
A smirk adorned her features as she stood in front of the palace, surrounded by her family, the court, and other important figures in the kingdom. Her black robe, snow-white hair and skin, marked by golden tattoos, contrasted greatly with Alor's vibrant scenery. There, she stood out like a taint, amidst an otherwise perfect canvas of luscious floras and creeping vines.
The Serpent Clan's patriarch soon stole her attention with his eccentric entrance (the oaf brought his enormous bird with him.) Golden orbs followed him as he hopped off his carriage and sashayed towards her eldest step-daughter. Decades of experience taught her how to suppress a look of disdain as she watched their exchange. The poor girl, is she still keen on seducing men to secure the throne? Just how deep in desperation is she if she's considering giving her hand to the savage's head? It probably kills her inside that her step-mother's always a hundred step ahead.
At the thought, her smirk shifted with triumph and she returned her sight forward, closely keeping an eye on each guest as the crier announced and welcomed their presence with fervor.
Soon, her sun shall arrive, and the world will burn.
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AI10100
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Location: Castle grounds, Alor
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Location: Castle grounds, Alor
This might have been one of her most exciting jobs yet. Better yet, one of the bosses actually requested her to take on the mission herself. He told her that he wouldn't trust anyone else with this - given her years of experience as well as her own magical prowess. It was one of the highest honors to be called in personally for something as big as this. She wouldn't admit it but there was a bit of nervousness sprinkled in nicely into her. This was a formal ball - and likely among the most powerful leaders of the continent. She wondered if King Avlarin would make an appearance there. As far as she knew, a couple of other noble houses in Rhein were in attendance, likely to make a good impression on the soon to be joined kingdoms. The Cleftoryl family was the same - though the one being sent in their stead was her.
Allie had to be sat down with the patriarch of the family - Ferdinand Cleftoryl - and she spent half a month learning everything about being a Cleftoryl. She had to make a good impression or else the family would suffer - not that they had a choice if she were caught. The contingency plan for that was that she simply took on the identity of "Allison Cleftoryl" to sneak into the royal vault, even though no such person existed. All the better though. It meant that they didn't actually have to kidnap someone real to make it believable. Ferdinand stressed that it was important if she could not get caught and put in a good word for them. Allie idly wondered why they couldn't send someone with her but she supposed it would be an additional problem if they said the wrong things. Oh well, no sweat off her back.
Now, she was being whisked off to Alor on a boat with her boss beside her to accompany her for the trip. After this, she would be on her own. Though, she doubted she would be completely alone. A heist as big as this would be in their best interests to be successful. They likely stationed a couple of people around the castle. As the village came into view, her boss patted her back - steel grey eyes boring down at her own. "You have a month until the end of the celebration. This would be your most ideal time to get into the royal vault and retrieve the item." His hand was heavy on her back and she realized that he was doing it on purpose. "You're our main agent in there. The Alorian royalty is very strict in their procedures. Inside the castle, you're alone. But you're used to that, aren't you?"
"Don't have to worry about me boss. I've gotten myself in sticky situations and I know I can get myself out of it." She confidently claimed with a grin before looking forward and began to play with the sleeves of the dress that they had tailored for her. She was not one for such elegant and expensive dresses like these. They were typically difficult to move in and they snag onto knobs and hooks when trying to run away. It was too big to hide in sometimes too. Overall, it wasn't an ideal outfit for a child of darkness such as herself. "And a month is the longest you've ever given me. I'm sure I can find a way inside by then."
Her boss scoffed and the boat docked. He guided her to the pier and brought her to the carriage. He patted the hand that was wrapped around his own as he ducked his head towards her to whisper. "If you must contact us, you know who to find" Allie merely nodded and he smiled and bid her farewell. As she was ascending into the carriage, he tugged at her once again and she looked over to him curiously. He clipped two earrings and nodded. "Just in case."
Allie reached over to touch her left earring. The groove was familiar before she came upon the realization that it was their organization's insignia. "Now I have to account for this with my excuses." Her boss waved her off and she sat down on the cushioned seat of the carriage. The coachman announced that they were heading off to the castle. Allie watched as her boss waited for them to leave before turning and disappearing from sight. She turned back to the front, her entire demeanor changing as she adopted a noble's persona. She found it annoying. She was much more used to making herself seem as small as possible instead of drawing attention to herself. Nevertheless, adapting to the environment was one of her specialties. She'll get used to it soon.
She questioned the coachman on why they were taking horses when Alor was known for their wyverns. His response was simple. Not a lot of people would have been comfortable with them. Allie begged to differ. She had spent time in Alor for a couple of years to study magic as well as to take a couple of jobs here and there and she always found the winged beasts fascinating. She had always wanted to ride them but she never got the chance to. Well, she had a month of celebration. Surely, she could find an Alorian noble - or perhaps even royalty - to convince so she can ride a wyvern. She looked out of the carriage window with a smile. Oh, she felt like this would be fun.
Soon enough, Alor's castle has come into view. Allie's seen it before while she was pocketing something from the city. She never thought she'd be entering the castle, as a guest no less. Not even a single map was given to her - an entire castle for her to explore! An entire castle's worth of things she could pocket too. Allie played with her sleeve once again. She knew of her own bad habits - habit? Condition? Who knew - and that castle was going to be a victim to it. The idea was exhilarating. She wondered if she would ever get such an amazing opportunity ever again after this.
The carriage at the front had a giant bird inside and the coachman couldn't help his whistle. Allie commented about it and even her guide didn't know who it was. Well, she'll likely know them later. She watched with keen eyes as the man strode forward, an axe across his back. A military commander perhaps?
The carriage finally came to a stop. The coachman opened the door to let her out. Allie took a deep breath and let the calm prevail around her. She descended the carriage and as she walked to get to the position where she would be introduced, she studied the Alorian royalty. Both Ferdinand and her boss had briefed her about them. She knew the basics about them - though some more than others. The queen, a sorcerer, who had been rumored to be the one who singlehandedly gave Alor their current riches due to the implementation of magical academies. She supposed she owed the queen something for that. The crown princess Ariawyn, a hardworking woman, and Ferdinand had heard in Rhein courts being thrown around that if she had been born into Rhein royalty, it was likely that she would have been chosen by their king. The second princess Serana, she remembered how her boss's forehead crinkled in frustration, little to no information was available on her. Oh prince Lucseith, a boy whose record is as clean as a newborn's hide. Her boss doesn't trust him. She understands why. And finally, young prince Orryn, much like his brother, he's rather well-behaved for his age.
What a picture-perfect family.
The man from earlier seemed familiar with them - very familiar, in fact. Allie wondered if this was really the time for such behaviors but she never really understood the whims of nobklity. Nevertheless, she had to present herself. She curtsied in front of the royal family. "Allison Cleftoryl. It is an honor to be invited to your celebration. May the flames of life burn brightly in you all." Such was a Rheian custom, though it had been a while since she's exchanged such formalities with others.
Once that was done, she joined the other nobles, idly looking around to study who was who.
ithinkcat
Sajuuk-khar
PRINCESS ARIAWYN DAMARIS
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It was a pleasant day to hold the opening ball commencing the traditional Alorian wedding celebrations, but Alor hardly ever had unpleasant days. It was a land of nearly perpetual spring; where the wind always had a sweetness to it, blooming flowers danced in every corner of the forest floor without worry of seasons passing, and immortal trees grew as high and as impenetrable as mountains. All qualities the Alorians aspired for, and the qualities Aria chose to reflect in her outfit. She wore a pale green dress long enough to just barely drag along the floor with decorative silk flowers, layers of blue fabric so transparent it was hard to tell if the wind wasn't simply clinging to her, ironbark clasps fastening it all together, and her royal circlet jeweled with precious stones of every color found in Alor to crown it all. She was the perfect image of what an Alorina princess should look like if it weren't for the sword strapped to her hip. It was a sword that never left her side, the faithful Nar Kerym. Famously thought to be both indestructible and sharper than any blade made in Alor. Although its form was slender and graceful, fitting for a woman's hand, many nobles couldn't contain their disgust that her hand would even attempt to fit a sword. That was all old news, though. Today was a day Aria would have to contain her own disgust.~
She didn't know if she had grown cynical with her age, or if it had always been there, but it seemed more than ever that despite Alor's beautiful veneer, if one were to peel back the bark they'd likely to find rot. And with every passing day, Aria could smell more of Alor's rotting stench coming from one person. The woman named Zoleii; her mother-in-law. It was as if the Source was clearly telling Alor whom the deliverer of its destruction was. A woman void of the forest's bright colors and instead painted in black and white. The colors of the ashes from burned logs. Surely, Aria thought, Zoleii was a demon cloaked in smoke. Her true form hidden from sight, but Aria didn't need to know the details to know that Alor would burn if Zoleii was left alone to her devices.
Aria forced her eyes to lock forward so she didn't even have to glance at her mother-in-law standing just a few paces to the left, but she kept her emotions hidden. Though she hated this ordeal and had every intention of seeing Zoleii's power grab fail, Aria had reason to smile. Today was the day she would get to see him again. She waited with excitement to see how he had grown since that had last seen each other. Sure, they still exchanged letters, but it wasn't the same. Would it be awkward? They've both matured since then. Would they still enjoy the same things? What if his nose got bigger? She shook her head and adjusted Nar Kerym covertly. Patience, she thought letting out a calming breath.
But then he appeared. Not him. Jason Uthradul. It still baffled her how a man could grow so big living in the inhabitable frozen wastes and on boats. Did he have to have his own boat in order to not sink? She smirked at the mental image. Everything Jason did drew attention to him. Aria would pity him, but she wasn't sure he didn't like the attention. And unfortunately for her, he brought a lot of that unwanted attention to her. He had taken her rejection, when she was turning down every suitor, perhaps a little too well. She wasn't sure he even knew he had been rejected. What she did know was exactly what was going to happen as Jason walked down the path towards the royal family. Everyone stared as the man-beast passed by, whispering. Even those with lousy spots could still see Jason's head sticking up above the crowd of guests. When he reached the end, he surprisingly had the manners to give a proper greeting to the royal family, though she would have been fine with him skipping the greeting if it embarrassed Zoleii in front of everyone. And then...he approached Aria directly. The guests whispered a little louder, no doubt wondering if he was allowed to do that, but Aria knew Jason was a man that feared no consequences. He himself was as strong as a small army. Who was going to stop him? And he never seemed to doubt what he wanted. If he felt like taking her hand and kissing it, he would. So, he did. Not the worst thing he could have done, but the guests were bit shocked. The whispers had gotten a little too loud to be called whispers at this point, and it was obvious such a scandalous act would get such a reaction. Many a lady would go home this night and talk gossip about the prospects of a double wedding, but Aria just smiled warmly at a man she knew to be kinder than most assumed.
"Thank you for coming, Patriarch Jason." she replied. "I'm doing quite well. You'll be happy to hear that I think I could go toe-to-toe even with you now." Aria said retrieving her hand. "...but let's catch up more once the ball has started. For now, please make your way to the audience while the rest of the guests arrive." She motioned to where the other nobles and dignitaries were standing, made sure she was still composed, and continued to receive the greetings of the other arriving guests.
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Colorless Spectrum
Always Blue
Lucsieth Damaris-Nevermore
Lucsieth stood beside his family with his head held high, wearing garments made of the finest fabric. His eyes darted across the castle grounds, finding their way to Serana. He couldn't help but give his older sister a soft smile, out of all his siblings they were the closest after all. He could see the excitement that twinkled in her eyes as they waited for their guests to arrive. Then his crimson-colored eyes landed upon his mother's monochrome figure, felt his muscles tense and his smile becoming stiff.
Perfection, a word that was linked to him greatly. The word defines him but it also seemed like a leash that kept him in check, a leash held by his mother. He took a deep breath all the while turned his attention to the sound of hooves getting louder and louder by the seconds that pass. Lucsieth couldn't help but marvel at the gigantic avian creature sitting atop of the carriage as the Patriarch of the Serpent Clan revealed himself. The Prince of Alor made a mental note to converse about the other's mount when he gets the chance as he greeted back to Jason in warm welcome before watching him walk up to the late King's eldest.
Then came another. One from the kingdom of Rhein. A charming smile formed on his lips as he greeted her, "Welcome, Lady Cleftoryl. It's a pleasure to have you here and celebrate with us, please join the others. The ball would be starting soon."
Lucsieth then turned his attention to Serana, "Hey," He started, his eyes showing warmth. Truth to be told, out of all his siblings Serana was his favorite, no because they were close in age but because out of all of his family members she was genuine, affectionate, and humorous. He always found it quite nice, something he doesn't get even from his own mother. "Anyone catches your eye yet?" He said in a teasing whisper with a small smirk on his face.
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EccentricFantasy
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ithinkcat
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AI10100
mood6
Lucsieth stood beside his family with his head held high, wearing garments made of the finest fabric. His eyes darted across the castle grounds, finding their way to Serana. He couldn't help but give his older sister a soft smile, out of all his siblings they were the closest after all. He could see the excitement that twinkled in her eyes as they waited for their guests to arrive. Then his crimson-colored eyes landed upon his mother's monochrome figure, felt his muscles tense and his smile becoming stiff.
Perfection, a word that was linked to him greatly. The word defines him but it also seemed like a leash that kept him in check, a leash held by his mother. He took a deep breath all the while turned his attention to the sound of hooves getting louder and louder by the seconds that pass. Lucsieth couldn't help but marvel at the gigantic avian creature sitting atop of the carriage as the Patriarch of the Serpent Clan revealed himself. The Prince of Alor made a mental note to converse about the other's mount when he gets the chance as he greeted back to Jason in warm welcome before watching him walk up to the late King's eldest.
Then came another. One from the kingdom of Rhein. A charming smile formed on his lips as he greeted her, "Welcome, Lady Cleftoryl. It's a pleasure to have you here and celebrate with us, please join the others. The ball would be starting soon."
Lucsieth then turned his attention to Serana, "Hey," He started, his eyes showing warmth. Truth to be told, out of all his siblings Serana was his favorite, no because they were close in age but because out of all of his family members she was genuine, affectionate, and humorous. He always found it quite nice, something he doesn't get even from his own mother. "Anyone catches your eye yet?" He said in a teasing whisper with a small smirk on his face.
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EccentricFantasy
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ithinkcat
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AI10100
mood6
Sylvio
My mind plastered to your screen
Then there was the noble from Rhein, of the Cleftoryl family. Elmon had a few dealings with them at a trade summit between Alor and Rhein. What was she to Ferdinand? He might find out soon. He was still waiting on his other colleagues to make their way to the castle.
Ramona Ivalisa
mentions:
mood6
Colorless Spectrum
ithinkcat
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RabbitsWarren
locations: castle grounds
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mood6
Colorless Spectrum
ithinkcat
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RabbitsWarren
locations: castle grounds
The famed Director of the Estalucian Trade Company had only come with an entourage of company officials. She could've come with her own company troops but to do so at a time of celebration would sour mood. Besides, Elmon provided her an escort of some of the Alor's finest soldiers for safe passage to her destination. Additionally if she were to be seen showing off her immense wealth with her fine silk robes and ten rings made from Terez's jewelers. It would be an insult to her hosts and against her will, dressed more modestly. This wasn't Estalucia, Rhein, or some half baked region trying to legitimize itself in No Man's Land. Alor is a place of prestige and it would be nice not to insult them. When her and her entourage had arrived at the small village, she didn't catch a lot of attention, she looked like any other noble in the land but to show how much she stood out, she had a gift for the royal family of Alor. When the carriage took pulled her to the castle she stared outside thinking of how boring this would be, what fun was a party without flexing strength and using narcotics every now and then. The carriage eventually arrived and she was announced before the guests and the court. She stepped out and immediately walked straight to the royal family carrying a black leather case and curtsied, "It is an honor to be in the presence of the Alorian royal family. As a token of appreciation for the invitation, I have brought each of you rings crafted from the finest jewelers in Estalucia. Maybe they reflect the prestige your kingdom displays to the land."
Inside the case there were five rings, each made of diamond with an opal as the gem, each of them with a unique pattern.
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EccentricFantasy
The mind is a fearsome thing, don't tread on it.
Patriarch
Jason Uthradul
Interactions: Open
Jason was happy to see that Aria was well. Of course he expected as much. A girl like her was not taken down that easily. Though he found it amusing that she thought she could stand at his level. He knew she was tough for her age and status, but she wasn't that strong yet.Jason Uthradul
Interactions: Open
As he left her to continue her duties, he seemed oblivious to the gazes of the court and other guests. Perhaps he was used to it? No. Nothing like that. It was more along the lines that he just simply didn't care. Most had to remember what the kingdom of Jötengaumer was like. Where he is from, strongest rule, not those who are born to a patriarch or matriarch. He took there befuddlement as the highest of praise.
As completely expected, many of the high members of Alorian society were approaching him. Asking if he liked Alor and if he would enjoy another visit. This was, obviously, just an attempt to secure his favor. The three clans that made up Jötengaumer were the strongest military force of any kingdom. The Serpent Clan, Jason's clan, held the strongest naval force on the continent. Unmatched in sheer numbers and nautical knowledge and expertise. All the kingdoms attempted the same tactics, but he was never impressed.
Jason didn't bother to notice any other guest. Rather, he focused on this Castle. He had seen many before, but they always fascinated him. They were the leaders of their people, so why isolate themselves from their people? It made little sense. However, he noticed a platform for what could have been a statue towards the top.
With no hesitation, he whistled twice, Partri took silent flight to the top, gusting all those around with heavy wind. The great avian creature flew silently to the roof. Once he was there, the beastly man reached up and grabbed a ledge. With his height and strength, others were baffled at how easily he began to scale the castle walls. That was including the impossibly large axe on his back. Within about 15 second he had made it past the third floor and was still climbing with a smile on his face. After all, who would try to stop him? He was stronger than any force they had at the ready. Sad really, but the fact that he feared no consequence was a big factor.
Terrier B
Elephants can smell water.
Lt. General Signy Oydis-Briain
Location: On her way towards the Castle, and then awaiting a Carriage
Mentions: All the Evander Royals,
Rusty of Shackleford
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Void Dweller
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Tietaja
Location: On her way towards the Castle, and then awaiting a Carriage
Mentions: All the Evander Royals,
Rusty of Shackleford
,
Void Dweller
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Tietaja
For the whole journey there, all the way from Evander to Alor, Signy had been discarding garments like a shedding dog. The country was nowhere near as cold and frosty as her home, but then again, nowhere else was really.
Ah, Home.
Whatever the occasion, whatever the circumstance, leaving was never particularly easy. This time however, had certainly been the hardest. For Signy knew, next time she returned, if all went supposedly well, she may no longer even be Evandish. New Monarchs, and a new rank and rating in the pecking order for her. She wasn't too bothered about that bit truth be told, but the idea of it all becoming a new country? That thought weighed heavy on her mind. The Rodina Mountains of Evander had always been an odd sort of No-Mans-Land to a degree. But Signy and her Father had been trying to change that as of late. Of course, there had been inevitable skirmishes, disagreements, fisticuffs, etc. But much to her own pride, there had been a lot more of reasonable discussion and agreement too. Her Mother was a prominent member of the Rodina after all, and she and her siblings were as much Rodinian as they were Evandish, and this factor was greatly improving the situation.
So in addition to her initial expected heartache of leaving Home for what would seemingly be quite a while, there was the further uneasiness and dread that came with her promise to honour and represent the people of the Rodina. The discussions of finally resolving this ancient and fickle conflict seemed to be at last getting somewhere, and then here she was, off on her merry way to go and discuss a whole new wholly different country altogether. The burden was annoyingly heavy.
She shivered, but not due to the weather. Her Royal Cousins small mouse assistant had been sent ahead, rather akin to a scout, to seek her out and accompany her to the castle. Toma had tried making small-talk during their shared morning together, however, aware it would be ALL she would likely be doing for the upcoming MONTH, Signy was conserving both her energy for, and tolerance of the subject. Luckily for her, Toma got the hint quite quickly, and remained silent for the brief remainder of their journey. The two dawned the top of a small rise overlooking the Village, river, and castle beyond.
"What the Hell is that."
The sudden question made Toma jump. She looked to Signy, and then followed her gaze down into the valley below. A giant blue Owl, sat atop a moving carriage, as if it was the most normal thing to do. Toma blinked, "Oh, Uh, I believe..." She then proceeded to reveal a small leather bound notebook from her satchel, "That is, let me see... 'Jason Uthradul' of the Serpent Clan?" Her tone of voice suggested the latter part of the sentence was said more as a question than a direct statement. "He holds the title of 'Patriarch' and should be addressed with such titles as-"
"What the hell does she want with the Clans?"
"Pardon?"
"Or likewise, they her,"
Toma got the idea Lt. Oydis hadn't really said that as a forthright question to her, so she remained quiet. What felt like an eternity of silence passed by over a handful of seconds. Misha, who had otherwise also stayed rather silent, decided now was the time to suddenly let loose an extravagent case of the 'Zoomies', Like a rocket from a canon, all long legs and gangly limbs, he bolted down the rise, making a noise that I believe was supposed to be similar to a woof.
"It's too hot here,"
And Signy and Toma carried on after him.
By the time they made it into the settlement, and found Misha, most of the villagers were still fully enraptured and enthralled by the still filing in Tribal Warriors. Yet a handful or so audibly began to recognise and point out both herself and Toma. Signy couldn't help but be grateful that, by the looks of it, she was so far the only Briain in the Village. The deafening fuss and noise the whole entourage would inevitably bring along with it made her ears hurt just thinking about it.
"I presume they must have gone up the river ahead of us Lieutenant."
Signy groaned and slumped back into her seat on the saddle, "A Boat? Nobody ever said I would have to get on a boat."
Toma, a smart and bright young girl, again remained quiet, sensing it was the most logical path to take at that particular moment. Signy sighed, sat back up, and begrudgingly continued on towards the river. Now, for a horse of Polkan's size, it was all but a miracle that little boat didn't sink, but somehow, it managed to wind its way up and ever closer to that elusive castle. She couldn't help but find it initially odd to live in a tree of all things, while admittedly very grand in appearance, how structurally sound was the thing truly? Surely a something as common as a strong thunderstorm could ruin the thing? Perhaps she'd be able to find out from someone,
"Ah, here we are Lieutenant..."
Toma's voice roused Signy from her brief distraction. Now on solid ground once more, Signy looked up to find the little mouse trotting off in the direction of a very familiar looking gathering. Although something she'd never publicly admit to, seeing that Evander Crest brought her comfort she wasn't even aware she was lacking. As Toma went to re-group with the family once more, Signy removed Polkan from the boat and began to lead him over.
She raised her arms in a friendly enough manner, and even managed to smile. It was small, and rather reserved, but undoubtedly a smile all the same.
"Ay! Cousins! It has been too long, how in the hell are you?"
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As the cirrus clouds danced in hypnotic spirals across the azure heavens, the prominent banner of House Briain of Evander fluttered in the cool breeze. The radiant design of a sun-ringed sword piercing a pearl-white sky reflected the sunlight itself as the Warrior-King Arkyn stood at the helm of the boat, eyes drinking in the wondrous sights of jaded flora and warm hearths that Alor offered. While the freezing lands of Evander were definitely still home for the king, it was no secret that a lifetime of seeing nothing but frigid sheets of white snow would inevitably starve his soul of something that spoke volumes of life. That underappreciated miracle contained in every single thing that breathed, from the smallest ant to the greatest of the wyverns that his future queen's kingdom was known for taming. For sure, Alor would have its flaws. Tales of unregulated magic use and even darker whispers of abusing the arcane arts were rampant among the more cynical of his vassals, but Arkyn understood that no kingdom, no single thing was perfect. Perfection was an idea that gave hope for the weary but many would often find that it could also be just a mere illusion. Where perfection existed, growth would stop. And, where growth stopped, life would inevitably follow through. No, it was in these imperfections that humans found themselves always winning no matter the struggle. From rising after a calamity to picking up arms after a tragic battle, it was in these moments that people often truly found who they were inside.
Perfectly imperfect. And, for the weary king, that would be enough.
His thoughts went back to his dear children. How his heart broke for them. He had only ever dreamed to provide them with a life that was better than his. A future wherein they would no longer need to pick up a sword or to marry someone against their will. And, yet, now, they would be bonded to a family he selfishly placed on them. No decision would ever be perfect, and even now, Arkyn wondered whether this marriage with Queen Zoleii was the right straw among the needle-stack.
I apologise for my selfishness, Mal and Nell. I did not fully take your feelings into consideration but you already know the responsibility of those who bear the crown on their heads. Not many nations would want to ally with a kingdom like ours, buried in snow and ice. Our coffers may run dry soon, and it was only the Arcane Kingdom of Alor that agreed to an alliance that would help our finances.
Arkyn remembered his words to his children a few moons back when he had announced the confirmation of the betrothal between him and Zoleii. Did he choose the right words? Did he offend the remaining stars in his life?
Leaders weep not for our own wounds. I understand if you would despite me after this and I would never fault you for it, my stars. But, of the both of you, I only have one selfish request: to give our new family a chance.
Arkyn breathed out in silent sorrow just as the Evandish horn was sounded to announce their arrival. Already, his personal guards, the black-clad Sons of Kaleva, assembled behind their king. The veteran warrior looked to the distant castle, a beautiful marvel of architecture despite some questionable designs with regard to its capacity to endure a siege.
When the boat finally stopped by the designated port, Arkyn stepped off first as he removed his helm to fully take in the splendour of the sunny surroundings. Indeed, the Sun of Evander would inevitably thrive in such a glorious spring. He knelt down to feel the vibrant needles of grass brushing against his fingertips whilst the fresh scent of dew serenaded his senses. It was then that the well-known commander approached his party with a joyous greeting to his children.
"Commander," Arkyn greeted her with a nod and a bright smile, the hand on the hilt of his sword moving away to rest against his plate-covered chest in the traditional Evandish way of welcome. "You seem vibrant and fresh on foreign lands," He let a laugh roll out between his lips before he turned in the direction of the castle once more.
He would soon finally meet the Moon that would become the light in Evander's darkest nights. And, with enough prayers and hope, perhaps, all would prosper.
Perfectly imperfect. And, for the weary king, that would be enough.
His thoughts went back to his dear children. How his heart broke for them. He had only ever dreamed to provide them with a life that was better than his. A future wherein they would no longer need to pick up a sword or to marry someone against their will. And, yet, now, they would be bonded to a family he selfishly placed on them. No decision would ever be perfect, and even now, Arkyn wondered whether this marriage with Queen Zoleii was the right straw among the needle-stack.
I apologise for my selfishness, Mal and Nell. I did not fully take your feelings into consideration but you already know the responsibility of those who bear the crown on their heads. Not many nations would want to ally with a kingdom like ours, buried in snow and ice. Our coffers may run dry soon, and it was only the Arcane Kingdom of Alor that agreed to an alliance that would help our finances.
Arkyn remembered his words to his children a few moons back when he had announced the confirmation of the betrothal between him and Zoleii. Did he choose the right words? Did he offend the remaining stars in his life?
Leaders weep not for our own wounds. I understand if you would despite me after this and I would never fault you for it, my stars. But, of the both of you, I only have one selfish request: to give our new family a chance.
Arkyn breathed out in silent sorrow just as the Evandish horn was sounded to announce their arrival. Already, his personal guards, the black-clad Sons of Kaleva, assembled behind their king. The veteran warrior looked to the distant castle, a beautiful marvel of architecture despite some questionable designs with regard to its capacity to endure a siege.
When the boat finally stopped by the designated port, Arkyn stepped off first as he removed his helm to fully take in the splendour of the sunny surroundings. Indeed, the Sun of Evander would inevitably thrive in such a glorious spring. He knelt down to feel the vibrant needles of grass brushing against his fingertips whilst the fresh scent of dew serenaded his senses. It was then that the well-known commander approached his party with a joyous greeting to his children.
"Commander," Arkyn greeted her with a nod and a bright smile, the hand on the hilt of his sword moving away to rest against his plate-covered chest in the traditional Evandish way of welcome. "You seem vibrant and fresh on foreign lands," He let a laugh roll out between his lips before he turned in the direction of the castle once more.
He would soon finally meet the Moon that would become the light in Evander's darkest nights. And, with enough prayers and hope, perhaps, all would prosper.
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Crown Prince Ander Malcer Briain
Ander had decided that man was never meant to sail the waters. If they were, they'd been born with gills and fins...and not get sick because of some waves. Ander was ashamed to say he was never a fan of sailing. A true prince would have sea legs, and he knew many viewed him as such. As tall as a mast, as wide as the hull. Staring stoically as the sea tossed the ship about, water drenching his long, flowing hair...yes, it was true he was staring at the sea...mainly because he spent much of the trip vomiting. His stomach felt like it had taken acrobatics as it's newest hobby, the rest of the body be damned. Luckily, it seemed their journey was at an end. There was also the fact this wasn't even the bloody ocean. It was a river, and instead of a mighty warship, it was a glorified fishing boat. He took a deep breath as he gazed upon the distant castle. He hadn't been bac in years...it was a few years before the engagement was thrown aside. It felt like an eternity since then, but it couldn't be more than a decade by now. The prince felt a weight on his chest at the sight. It brought back memories, good and ill. His mother was still alive. He wasn't even sure if Elynor was born yet. A small, nearly unnoticable smile spread across his face. He remembered it fondly. He nearly tripped and fell on his arse after he stepped on Aria's dress while dancing. Thankfully, the dress was okay, and Ander only had a bruised ego. But that just reminded him of why he hated this entire situation. He'd...never gotten over Aria. He couldn't move on, part of him still loved her, no matter how much he denied it, hiding behind his responsibility as prince. There were rumors, of course. He was having an affair with a servant girl, he secretly didn't even like women. He let them believe what they wanted. They were all less humiliating than the truth. Now he was to become the step-brother to the one woman he felt any attraction to. To say this brought about complicated thoughts was the understatement of the bloody century.
Ander let out a weary sigh when they finally touched solid ground. he couldn't believe a river could make such a fool of him...at the very least, they were here. And the first thing that greeted the prince was not his future mother, riding atop a wyvern, offering her hadn to her husband and step-children, but a massive, muscled, dark haired woman atop a beast that was somehow still considered a horse. Signy. Ander stared at her blankly, crossing his arms as he said, "It seems you're as abrasive as ever, Cousin..." He approached the woman, stopping jsut in front of her, meeting her eye to eye, his grey eyes in her blues. It was intense, the tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife. But then the normal stoic grimace faded into a gentle smile. He brought his cousin into a tight, friendly hug. He was almost closer to Signy than his own sister. He loved Elynor, yes, but they laced common interests. Signy, however, was a completely different story. They had damn near all the same hobbies and skills. Plus, they meshed well together. He'd missed his cousin. He let her go after a few seconds, answering her question with, "I'm quite alright. A nauseous, I suppose..." That's when he eyes found Toma. He gave the woman a thankful nod. Her helpfulness was almost supernatural. The fact she'd survived several weeks with Signy was a miracle even the Spirit's would be shocked of. How anyone did anything before she came along was a miracle.
The feeling of comradery, openness, easygoingness, faded the moment he heard the familiar heavy footsteps of his father. Mal tensed up, pivoting towards the source of the sound. He cleared his throat, bowing his head respectively, and dropping his light-hearted demeanor. Arkyn was a legend among his people. A warrior, a king, a father. But to Ander he was nothing short of a god. Ander practically worshipped the man. He always asked what his father would do, adopted his manneurysms. Ander felt like a cub before a great lion in the face of the Warrior-King of Evander. The only word he could muster was a simple, "Father." That's all that came out. The son of the great Arkyn, Crown Prince of Evander...a whimpering fool at the feet of his much better father.
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Today was a great day.
Most people didn't often say these words. Something was always the problem. Money was short, perhaps. Their love didn't reciprocate their feelings. Their friends had arbitrarily decided they did not enjoy their presence. Their position was threatened. So many concerns. So many problems.
Harridan had long since solved all such issues. And he had managed to do it not with "self reflection and meditation." Not via faith in higher causes, in devotion to "benevolent" Gods. Not through the power of "love", "compassion", or anything the bards kept prattling about. No, he had solved all his issue by killing their sources. He'd carved a bloody swath across No man's land until he was top dog. Then he had killed yet more when he came to Alor, those who dared openly oppose him, and plenty who didn't too, but that he just found annoying.
He was powerful, he had many friends, he bedded only the most beautiful of women. He was very wealthy, he was influential, he was a god amongst men. What more could he ask for than that? There always was something, of course. Some score to be pulled. Some wretch who thought politics could save her. A new conquest to be made. But they were supplementary. He had no real need of them. Their success or failure concerned him very little, for nothing was truly at stake.
By the Source, what a great day!
Today was a special day. Day of a great banquet, to celebrate Zoleii's marriage to the king of Evander. Evander! A great military power, said the other advisors! A valuable ally! He laughed at such absurd claims. Evander's mages were weak! With only the feeblest of control over their own power. Ah, but Evander has Knights, countless knights! And greatly trained ones, too! Fools...Surtha Ek, of the Bonechewers tribe, back in no man's land, also thought his hordes of orcs would save him from Harridan and his much, much smaller crew. Now, not even his bones could be found, and not even a stone of his stronghold was left behind for anyone to discover. Granted, Evander was considerably larger, but it had been several years of practice and mastery on Harridan, too. Alas, why not let Zoleii have her fun, too? Especially if she dispatched this King like she had dispatched the other one. Oooh, the mere memory of that night caused his lower lip to momentarily tremble in lust. He quickly tried to suppress the memory-going out to greet the visitors with a hard-on was not bound to be a good idea.
Having finally decided that he should at least go and introduce himself(late, of course-didn't want the raiding band that masqueraded as an actual nation to get the wrong idea about them being equals), he moved away from the window from where he had been watching, and ordered his personal bodyguard to form on him. They were no mere royal guards-they were mercenaries, each and every one of them handpicked for their skill, cruelty, and ruthlessness. Although they wore the symbol of Alor on their armors, their actual appearances bore several characteristics of the harsh lands they had come from, with reds, greys, and blacks drowning out the far weaker greens and yellows of Alor. Harridan himself dressed in much the same way, though far more lavishly-the message was clear.
He hadn't even walked forty paces when he noticed an incredibly odd sight. A massive bird was perched on top of the castle. And...the Boor from the raider clan was...scaling the wall? What in the hells? Rage flared up in Harridan's face for a few moments, but he managed to contain it long enough to order a bandmate, Belico, A sorceress of graviturgy: "Don't let him die, but give him a warning."
She pointed at the giant man climbing the castle, spoke a word, and suddenly, Jason would find himself light as a feather. The odd sensation would last less than a second, as Harridan's cast came right afterwards. A blast of force, originating from seemingly right in front of Jason emanated, sending him careening backwards, his reduced weight only adding to the distance. A warning shot would be fired at his giant owl should it attempt to intervene-Harridan would not have this moment ruined by poultry. Although the spell allowed him to survive, he landed rather ungracefully, definitely cracking a couple of ribs and bruising the entirety of his backside. His clothes were not in a much better shape, and his axe, having retained it's normal weight, shattered at the hilt by the mere impact, though the blade of good steel was mostly intact. Harridan had calculated the power well-the trajectory made Jason land relatively close to his starting position, amongst his own people. The message was clear.
A fuming Harridan approached the royal guards of the welcoming party, his voice raised. "What foolishness is this? On such an auspicious day, you let your guard down so badly, you would allow a common brigand to rush and try to scale the castle? In front of our guests?"
The confused guards could barely find a word to utter as a comment on the absurdity of what had just transpired. "L-Lord, we...we tried to stop him, but he bullrushed right past us! And-And this is no common brigand. T-This is Patriarch Jason! Of the Serpent Clan!"
Harridan's rage was replaced with a truly confused expression. "Say what now? Those pirates over at the islands are actually a nation now? What's next? Should we start scouring the woods, see if any wilders also want a crown?" Many of the assorted nobles chuckled at this. Perhaps it was a desire to get on Harridan's good graces, or perhaps genuine mirth at the antics of the giant man. Harridan himself turned to face Jason, before beginning to adress everyone.
"Then again, perhaps we must show understanding to this poor, confused man. He probably was not aware human hands could build structures so tall. After all, where he comes from, a barn must be considered an unconquerable stronghold! Maybe he mistook it for a mountain?"
More laughter at Jason's expense. Harridan only wished Zoleii was watching all this from some corner. Yet his expression soon soured, and he addressed the man as one would address a misbehaving dog. "Unfortunately, though, you must understand something-this is not whatever shithole you come from. This is the proud Kingdom of Alor. Just because it's not only your brains, but your body that match that of a gorilla does not give you the right to do as you please. Were you not a guest, I have you executed right where you stand. This courtesy shall not be extended a second time. Behave. Or else."
While Harridan backed away to face everyone else, now, one of his retainers saw fit to lighten the mood a little. After all, the anger of the Commander was a dreaded thing, and those that knew better were already backing away. "When I was a boy, my mother told me that the female warriors of the Islands were so fierce, they might as well have beards! Looking back on it now, I kinda wish it was true! At least it would help conceal some of that unfortunate accident they call a face!"
More amused chuckles, as the lighthearted mood returned. Harridan addressed the rest. His eye caught...Hydra earrings on one of the guests. One of the particularly comely guests, might one add. The reason for his confusion was simple-he'd paid them off a week prior. So, why was this one here? Did one of his bandmates skip out on payment? He'd have to ask her-the hydra was not someone he wanted to piss off, even with all his power.
"Now, ladies, gentlemen! I would like to sincerely apologize for...whatever that was, that you just saw. I wasn't informed they had received invitations either. Some scribe's fault, to be sure...I'll have whoever is responsible for this fined accordingly, make no mistake. But! Let's not let that sour this amazing day of celebration! Please, come! Servants shall guide you to the appropriate accommodations. Let us celebrate this occasion with the fervour it deserves! For royal marriages are not common occurrence!"
With a final bow of the head, he motioned for the proccesion to follow him to the castle, his wide smile genuine. A mangy cur put in his place! The day kept getting better and better!
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Most people didn't often say these words. Something was always the problem. Money was short, perhaps. Their love didn't reciprocate their feelings. Their friends had arbitrarily decided they did not enjoy their presence. Their position was threatened. So many concerns. So many problems.
Harridan had long since solved all such issues. And he had managed to do it not with "self reflection and meditation." Not via faith in higher causes, in devotion to "benevolent" Gods. Not through the power of "love", "compassion", or anything the bards kept prattling about. No, he had solved all his issue by killing their sources. He'd carved a bloody swath across No man's land until he was top dog. Then he had killed yet more when he came to Alor, those who dared openly oppose him, and plenty who didn't too, but that he just found annoying.
He was powerful, he had many friends, he bedded only the most beautiful of women. He was very wealthy, he was influential, he was a god amongst men. What more could he ask for than that? There always was something, of course. Some score to be pulled. Some wretch who thought politics could save her. A new conquest to be made. But they were supplementary. He had no real need of them. Their success or failure concerned him very little, for nothing was truly at stake.
By the Source, what a great day!
Today was a special day. Day of a great banquet, to celebrate Zoleii's marriage to the king of Evander. Evander! A great military power, said the other advisors! A valuable ally! He laughed at such absurd claims. Evander's mages were weak! With only the feeblest of control over their own power. Ah, but Evander has Knights, countless knights! And greatly trained ones, too! Fools...Surtha Ek, of the Bonechewers tribe, back in no man's land, also thought his hordes of orcs would save him from Harridan and his much, much smaller crew. Now, not even his bones could be found, and not even a stone of his stronghold was left behind for anyone to discover. Granted, Evander was considerably larger, but it had been several years of practice and mastery on Harridan, too. Alas, why not let Zoleii have her fun, too? Especially if she dispatched this King like she had dispatched the other one. Oooh, the mere memory of that night caused his lower lip to momentarily tremble in lust. He quickly tried to suppress the memory-going out to greet the visitors with a hard-on was not bound to be a good idea.
Having finally decided that he should at least go and introduce himself(late, of course-didn't want the raiding band that masqueraded as an actual nation to get the wrong idea about them being equals), he moved away from the window from where he had been watching, and ordered his personal bodyguard to form on him. They were no mere royal guards-they were mercenaries, each and every one of them handpicked for their skill, cruelty, and ruthlessness. Although they wore the symbol of Alor on their armors, their actual appearances bore several characteristics of the harsh lands they had come from, with reds, greys, and blacks drowning out the far weaker greens and yellows of Alor. Harridan himself dressed in much the same way, though far more lavishly-the message was clear.
He hadn't even walked forty paces when he noticed an incredibly odd sight. A massive bird was perched on top of the castle. And...the Boor from the raider clan was...scaling the wall? What in the hells? Rage flared up in Harridan's face for a few moments, but he managed to contain it long enough to order a bandmate, Belico, A sorceress of graviturgy: "Don't let him die, but give him a warning."
She pointed at the giant man climbing the castle, spoke a word, and suddenly, Jason would find himself light as a feather. The odd sensation would last less than a second, as Harridan's cast came right afterwards. A blast of force, originating from seemingly right in front of Jason emanated, sending him careening backwards, his reduced weight only adding to the distance. A warning shot would be fired at his giant owl should it attempt to intervene-Harridan would not have this moment ruined by poultry. Although the spell allowed him to survive, he landed rather ungracefully, definitely cracking a couple of ribs and bruising the entirety of his backside. His clothes were not in a much better shape, and his axe, having retained it's normal weight, shattered at the hilt by the mere impact, though the blade of good steel was mostly intact. Harridan had calculated the power well-the trajectory made Jason land relatively close to his starting position, amongst his own people. The message was clear.
A fuming Harridan approached the royal guards of the welcoming party, his voice raised. "What foolishness is this? On such an auspicious day, you let your guard down so badly, you would allow a common brigand to rush and try to scale the castle? In front of our guests?"
The confused guards could barely find a word to utter as a comment on the absurdity of what had just transpired. "L-Lord, we...we tried to stop him, but he bullrushed right past us! And-And this is no common brigand. T-This is Patriarch Jason! Of the Serpent Clan!"
Harridan's rage was replaced with a truly confused expression. "Say what now? Those pirates over at the islands are actually a nation now? What's next? Should we start scouring the woods, see if any wilders also want a crown?" Many of the assorted nobles chuckled at this. Perhaps it was a desire to get on Harridan's good graces, or perhaps genuine mirth at the antics of the giant man. Harridan himself turned to face Jason, before beginning to adress everyone.
"Then again, perhaps we must show understanding to this poor, confused man. He probably was not aware human hands could build structures so tall. After all, where he comes from, a barn must be considered an unconquerable stronghold! Maybe he mistook it for a mountain?"
More laughter at Jason's expense. Harridan only wished Zoleii was watching all this from some corner. Yet his expression soon soured, and he addressed the man as one would address a misbehaving dog. "Unfortunately, though, you must understand something-this is not whatever shithole you come from. This is the proud Kingdom of Alor. Just because it's not only your brains, but your body that match that of a gorilla does not give you the right to do as you please. Were you not a guest, I have you executed right where you stand. This courtesy shall not be extended a second time. Behave. Or else."
While Harridan backed away to face everyone else, now, one of his retainers saw fit to lighten the mood a little. After all, the anger of the Commander was a dreaded thing, and those that knew better were already backing away. "When I was a boy, my mother told me that the female warriors of the Islands were so fierce, they might as well have beards! Looking back on it now, I kinda wish it was true! At least it would help conceal some of that unfortunate accident they call a face!"
More amused chuckles, as the lighthearted mood returned. Harridan addressed the rest. His eye caught...Hydra earrings on one of the guests. One of the particularly comely guests, might one add. The reason for his confusion was simple-he'd paid them off a week prior. So, why was this one here? Did one of his bandmates skip out on payment? He'd have to ask her-the hydra was not someone he wanted to piss off, even with all his power.
"Now, ladies, gentlemen! I would like to sincerely apologize for...whatever that was, that you just saw. I wasn't informed they had received invitations either. Some scribe's fault, to be sure...I'll have whoever is responsible for this fined accordingly, make no mistake. But! Let's not let that sour this amazing day of celebration! Please, come! Servants shall guide you to the appropriate accommodations. Let us celebrate this occasion with the fervour it deserves! For royal marriages are not common occurrence!"
With a final bow of the head, he motioned for the proccesion to follow him to the castle, his wide smile genuine. A mangy cur put in his place! The day kept getting better and better!
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Jason seemed less than okay with falling. As he crashed to the ground, he could feel his ribs cracking. However, as he was about to rise, the owl Partri screeched as he landed next to his rider, taking an immediate defensive position. Jason groaned and rubbed his head as he sat up "It's okay boy. Stand down." The owl simply nuzzled him as he stood up. The beastly man seeming to feel nothing from falling from a height that would kill most.
Despite seeming fine physically, hearing the words spoken about his land sparked an anger in him. His face went from calm to angry in a matter of mere seconds. His gaze fell upon Harridan and the retainer. Things being directed at him was fine, but his kingdom and people were another matter entire.
Rather than yelling to get their attention, he pulled his axe from his back and slammed it into the cobblestone while looking them both in the eye. His axe blade hurried in the now cracked and destroyed stone. Silence fell and guards hesitated for only a moment before drawing weapons on him. Despite this, Jason's eyes never left the commander and retainer "Listen close slimy gits. Insult me and laugh at me all you wish. Your opinions are worth about as much as a piss pot to me." He pulls his heavy axe from the ground, pointing it at the two "But insult my people or my kingdom again and I will drag your bodies through Helhiem after I have removed your heads."
He took a stomping step forward, showing so clearly that he was not afraid to kill them right now. Those who knew him understood that pride in his nation and his people is what drove him. Those who were aware of the followers of Sitri knew that beheading and the dragging of a body were clear signs of disrespect to the dead. Helhiem was the afterlife, so he was very serious. Now, with his anger seething, he moved to take another step, waiting for their response to see if they died that day. Those around terrified of what such a monstrous man could do when angered.
Despite seeming fine physically, hearing the words spoken about his land sparked an anger in him. His face went from calm to angry in a matter of mere seconds. His gaze fell upon Harridan and the retainer. Things being directed at him was fine, but his kingdom and people were another matter entire.
Rather than yelling to get their attention, he pulled his axe from his back and slammed it into the cobblestone while looking them both in the eye. His axe blade hurried in the now cracked and destroyed stone. Silence fell and guards hesitated for only a moment before drawing weapons on him. Despite this, Jason's eyes never left the commander and retainer "Listen close slimy gits. Insult me and laugh at me all you wish. Your opinions are worth about as much as a piss pot to me." He pulls his heavy axe from the ground, pointing it at the two "But insult my people or my kingdom again and I will drag your bodies through Helhiem after I have removed your heads."
He took a stomping step forward, showing so clearly that he was not afraid to kill them right now. Those who knew him understood that pride in his nation and his people is what drove him. Those who were aware of the followers of Sitri knew that beheading and the dragging of a body were clear signs of disrespect to the dead. Helhiem was the afterlife, so he was very serious. Now, with his anger seething, he moved to take another step, waiting for their response to see if they died that day. Those around terrified of what such a monstrous man could do when angered.
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Truthfully, the boat ride was difficult for Nell. She hadn't been on a ship before and it became quickly apparent that her stomach was not made for such things. No one had questioned her when she excused herself to hide in the back, no doubt writing off her withdraw as another sign of her weakness. Yet Nell still felt proud of herself for managing to keep her stomach contents firmly in her stomach. Still she had hoped to talk with her brother and father during the trip. Ander had been even more tense than usual the moment they left dock, and Nell wanted to put his mind at ease. It was no secret he was suspicious of the new family, or more to the point the queen, but Nell knew he held affection for both of the princess's and that if there was nothing else to look forward to there was them.
Arkyn was unshakable as ever, a firm mountain of the family with a laugh that warmed even the hardest of ice. He was an amazing man, a strong king, and a loving father. Nell would admit that she took to much of his time growing up, happy to be his little princess. Now slightly older, she wished that her younger self had backed away sooner to allow her father to grow closer with Ander. Her brother always stood straighter when their father was around, and Nell herself tried to put on her best face around the man.
Finally the ship was docked and Nell was the last of the royals to exit the ship, taking an offered hand gratefully as she stepped onto solid ground. Despite knowing the ground was firm, she still felt as if it swayed under her. A firm hand gently held onto her elbow and when she felt stable she gave the sailor a warm smile, "Thank you, sir. I'm alright now. May the waters be calm for your voyages."
The air was different here, the foliage that surrounded them was lush and painted with color. It was beautiful, if a bit warmer than she was accustomed to. Nell couldn't stop the wide smile that stretched her face upon hearing the thunderous call, Signy her beloved cousin was just as tall and strong as she remembered. The commander had earned her rank, and was the model of who a strong Evander woman was. Nell had envied her in her youth but now she just longed to have even a fraction of the woman's strength, physical or emotional. Ander's posture relaxed slightly with Signy and Nell understood, it was impossible not to feel more confident with Signy by your side.
Yet the moment Ander saw their father, the tension returned worse than before. Nell inwardly sighed but took the opportunity to go to her cousin. Hugging Signy was always slightly humorous considering how much smaller Nell was comparably speaking, and after she withdrew Nell held Signy's hands in her own. "I've missed you, I'm sorry that I wasn't able to greet you when you visited last." Last time Signy had visited the castle, Nell was bedbound with sickness. The princess wasn't upset as she coughed up globs of blood, she was miserable that she was missing a rare visit from her cousin. "I am glad that you were able to attend with us." With a final smile and a small squeeze, Nell released her cousin to greet Toma with a tight hug. "I've missed you as well, my friend."
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"The family appreciates your gifts and presence, Lady Ivalisa." The Queen of Alor smiled. Two decades of running a kingdom taught her which alliance to cherish and which to abolish. With the amount of trading between Alor and Estulacia, their relationship easily fits in the first category. She then turned to the side where rows of servants stood. "Take the lady's gift for safekeeping and escort her to her accommodation," came her order, which the servants immediately obeyed.
However, it seemed as though someone was very keen on souring the joyful day as the Serpent Clan's Patriarch executed his exhibition. If she had any doubts before that his country was filled with nothing but mindless brutes then it'd be gone now. As expected, the ill-mannered display was met with opposition as one of her commanders grounded the savage and caused quite a scene. Too much commotion for her taste but it got the job done and the message sent.
But, of course, Patriarch Uthradul stayed true to his barbaric nature and began spewing threats in her land, against her people. As if she wasn't there, watching their every move. How foolish...
Eventually, her eyes found the main cause of his rage, Commander Harridan.
If there's one thing that can rival love, it's fear. This was something Zoleii has learned early on life, way before she scoured the No Man's Land and met her advisor, Harridan. The commander was barely a man then. Sure, he already had the potential for utmost destruction, but she knew he was holding back. He was chained to a negligible code embedded to him by unenlightened worshipers who clearly didn't understand what blessing he had received. And so, as the most loyal follower of the Source, Zoleii took Harridan under her wing and opened his eyes to his true potential. For the first time, since she took on the path of isolation, Zoleii found a companion.
Seeing him like this, ten seconds away from making pastes out of savages, reminded her how far they've come. Regardless, she pried her eyes off the amusing sight and let them fall on the crown princess beside her. "Look what chaos your boorish friend had brought. You should be careful on who you closely associate yourself with, lest you sully your father's memory even further." She told her, voice modulated so that only the small circle of their family could hear. Unfortunately, before she could resolve the matter, her second step-daughter thought it'd be wise to intervene. She suppressed a sigh as she placed a hand on Orryn's head and gently ruffled his hair. "Mother needs to take care of something first. Be a good boy for me, hm?"
Once that was all said and done, the Queen of Alor dispersed into a dark mist before reappearing right in between Jason and Harridan. The crowd around them couldn't help but let out gasps and take steps backward as they gawked at the dark queen. Understandably so. After all, everyone knew Queen Zoleii Damaris-Nevermore wasn't a kind woman.
"Enough. You forget your place." She said as her narrowed eyes moved from Harridan, Serana, and finally, to Jason. "I'm not as merciful as my guileless daughter. Each and everyone of you may be guests but you'll still be held accountable with your every actions, royal or not. We, the proud people of Alor, follow a set of etiquette that we expect everyone to respect- especially when they're in our lands." She tilted her chin even higher as she addressed the public. "If any of you can't adhere to our laws then leave Alor immediately. You're not welcome here." And while the Queen calmly spoke, her darkened eyes screamed danger.
Clearly, Zoleii was unafraid of jeopardizing Alor's relationship with Jotengaumer. She found no need for barbarians, no matter how strong and mighty they were esteemed. In her eyes, the only ones who are strong and mighty are those who wield the gift of the Source.
"And as for you, commander Akratorlen." She regarded the commander with an unamused expression. "Tell your men to keep their distasteful comments to themselves. And next time, I want problems to be resolved in a more discreet manner. Am I making myself clear?" The last thing she needed was for the King of Evander to see them in this unsightly state.
"Servants! Attend to our guests' needs and escort them back to their places." She commanded, hoping this mess would be over before the Evandish's arrival. "Come along, Serana, let's get back to ours."
Athanas
mood6
ithinkcat
EccentricFantasy
RabbitsWarren
However, it seemed as though someone was very keen on souring the joyful day as the Serpent Clan's Patriarch executed his exhibition. If she had any doubts before that his country was filled with nothing but mindless brutes then it'd be gone now. As expected, the ill-mannered display was met with opposition as one of her commanders grounded the savage and caused quite a scene. Too much commotion for her taste but it got the job done and the message sent.
But, of course, Patriarch Uthradul stayed true to his barbaric nature and began spewing threats in her land, against her people. As if she wasn't there, watching their every move. How foolish...
Eventually, her eyes found the main cause of his rage, Commander Harridan.
If there's one thing that can rival love, it's fear. This was something Zoleii has learned early on life, way before she scoured the No Man's Land and met her advisor, Harridan. The commander was barely a man then. Sure, he already had the potential for utmost destruction, but she knew he was holding back. He was chained to a negligible code embedded to him by unenlightened worshipers who clearly didn't understand what blessing he had received. And so, as the most loyal follower of the Source, Zoleii took Harridan under her wing and opened his eyes to his true potential. For the first time, since she took on the path of isolation, Zoleii found a companion.
Seeing him like this, ten seconds away from making pastes out of savages, reminded her how far they've come. Regardless, she pried her eyes off the amusing sight and let them fall on the crown princess beside her. "Look what chaos your boorish friend had brought. You should be careful on who you closely associate yourself with, lest you sully your father's memory even further." She told her, voice modulated so that only the small circle of their family could hear. Unfortunately, before she could resolve the matter, her second step-daughter thought it'd be wise to intervene. She suppressed a sigh as she placed a hand on Orryn's head and gently ruffled his hair. "Mother needs to take care of something first. Be a good boy for me, hm?"
Once that was all said and done, the Queen of Alor dispersed into a dark mist before reappearing right in between Jason and Harridan. The crowd around them couldn't help but let out gasps and take steps backward as they gawked at the dark queen. Understandably so. After all, everyone knew Queen Zoleii Damaris-Nevermore wasn't a kind woman.
"Enough. You forget your place." She said as her narrowed eyes moved from Harridan, Serana, and finally, to Jason. "I'm not as merciful as my guileless daughter. Each and everyone of you may be guests but you'll still be held accountable with your every actions, royal or not. We, the proud people of Alor, follow a set of etiquette that we expect everyone to respect- especially when they're in our lands." She tilted her chin even higher as she addressed the public. "If any of you can't adhere to our laws then leave Alor immediately. You're not welcome here." And while the Queen calmly spoke, her darkened eyes screamed danger.
Clearly, Zoleii was unafraid of jeopardizing Alor's relationship with Jotengaumer. She found no need for barbarians, no matter how strong and mighty they were esteemed. In her eyes, the only ones who are strong and mighty are those who wield the gift of the Source.
"And as for you, commander Akratorlen." She regarded the commander with an unamused expression. "Tell your men to keep their distasteful comments to themselves. And next time, I want problems to be resolved in a more discreet manner. Am I making myself clear?" The last thing she needed was for the King of Evander to see them in this unsightly state.
"Servants! Attend to our guests' needs and escort them back to their places." She commanded, hoping this mess would be over before the Evandish's arrival. "Come along, Serana, let's get back to ours."
Athanas
mood6
ithinkcat
EccentricFantasy
RabbitsWarren
EccentricFantasy
The mind is a fearsome thing, don't tread on it.
Jason Uthradul
Interactions: Zoleii (
. D O V E
)
Mentions: Ariawyn (
ithinkcat
), Harridan (
Athanas
)
The idea of magic never bothered Jason. He was smart enough not to underestimate users of magic, but it wasn't that scary if you knew it was coming. That being said, Zoleii showing up in such a way did not shock him. He did not budge or even move. He showed no fear and no care for her idle threats.
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)Mentions: Ariawyn (
ithinkcat
), Harridan (
Athanas
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Hearing her words and seeing her actions, Jason did put away his axe, but he still showed no hint of fear. Rather he smiled "Well, Queen of Alor, you are bold. For now, Jötengaumer is more neutral than anything. Sadly, you find yourself superior to me and mine. Yet you rely on tricks a scheming to obtain power."
Jason turns towards the castle "Think twice before you start a war with my nation. We fight for our power. You cower and move pieces. As far as I am concerned...." He glances back at her "......Princess Ariawyn Damaris is the true queen of Alor. She has my support, because your cowardice sickens me."
Turning back to the entrance, the beast of man walked towards the entrance. All those in his path moved out of his way. He towered over all around him "Out of respect that this is your residence, I will keep my outbursts to a minimum." He glanced back one last time "Just remember, if Evander and Jötengaumer are one in force, Alor will be no more. You tread a fine line Black Witch. Pray to Sitri you never cross it." Jason may have been a brute, but everyone knew his kingdom was often the silver bullet in wars or battles. It wasn't a guaranteed win, but more often than not, the side Jötengaumer chooses to fight with, wins. If Jason wanted it, Alor would receive no support. Despite being a nation of barbaric brutes, it would be foolish to completely disregard the numbers and strength they wield.
AI10100
Expert Lurker
C L E F T O R Y L , A L L I S O N
Interacting with:
mood6
Location: Castle grounds, Alor
Interacting with:
mood6
Location: Castle grounds, Alor
Tiring. It was tiring to speak with nobility, but it was nothing new. While most of them could barely hold a dagger to fight, they wielded their words as sharp as any sword. They hide their intentioned with well-timed remarks and subtle cues that would only be known among their group. Even as Allie managed to settle in well with a small group of noblewomen, passing around gossip, she found herself strangely silent most of the time. Thankfully, they chalked this up to her merely being a foreigner and certainly unaware of the talks Evandish noble houses have passed around. They were nothing to note - a few names thrown around here and there as well as some rumored affairs. Nothing really that would be worth bringing back to headquarters.
Allie wasn't sure when she'd started to zone out the conversation but the sudden gasps and whispers caught her attention. She followed their gaze... to see the man who was apparently friends with princess Ariawyn scaling the wall of the castle. His steed was perched closeby and he was clearing it fast. If this were any other situation, Allie would have burst out laughing immediately. What kind of blithering idiot would trespass in front of everyone? He would have immediately been caught and thrown into jail had he been a thief.
The nobility of any country sure has it great, not having to worry about being beheaded for the smallest of crimes.
That was when the patriarch was suddenly lifted off of the wall and sent crashing down. Allie swore she snorted out a laugh but among the whispers and gasps, no one had noticed as she brought a hand up to her mouth to let out a cough. To compose herself. To force the smile she had on her face that had formed. The culprit for such magical prowess appeared and insulted the patriarch. Some Evandish nobility seemed wary of the man but laughed alongside him at the expense of the foolish patriarch. A powerful man, perhaps? Must be a high ranking official and a fancy last name to carry around. Harridan, the ladies around him whispered upon his appearance. Allie tried her best to seem neutral as she listened but upon seeing the man, all of her preconceived opinions of the commander were thrown out of the window. The markings on his face were familiar. She had to fight back saying anything about the irony of the situation.
Allie took interest in him. It would seem like she's found her kin.
Oh, the patriarch was furious. He looked ready to kill - all because his kingdom was insulted. Well, she shouldn't have expected more from Jotengaumer. There was a reason why it was hard to worm their way into that kingdom, they wholly believed in the strongest will rule. True, it was such a barbaric concept but Allie could respect it. After all, Rhein was much of the same but they were subtler than them. Still, the hypocrisy was not lost upon her. His actions disrespected the land he was on and was punished for it. Through his logic, then shouldn't he be killed for such actions as well?
The second princess had intervened before anything else could happen, apologizing to the patriarch for the actions of their commander. Must be nice to be forgiven so easily. Allie idly wondered where she would end up if she had attempted the same thing. Likely, on the ground, dead.
What a boring resolution. Allie committed the patriarch to memory. Maybe she could have a talk with him later about how to properly conduct oneself in a foreign kingdom. She had expected he knew a thing or two about it considering how familiar he was with Princess Ariawyn but perhaps that's because it was the latter who always visited. Nevertheless, Allie turned away from the dying conflict. Maybe if she could push the right buttons, he could be an ample distraction for her to slip through the cracks of the castle.
The queen had finally spoken, reprimanding both Jason and Harridan. Where was the wine to sip while watching such conflict rise again? Maybe it was just Allie, but she felt that was a finalizing statement in addition to Serana's. But then Jason foolishly spoke again - demeaning and insulting the queen and giving support to princess Ariawyn and then threatening her. There seemed to be a stunned silence among the people. Maybe she should start coordinating with her bosses about a brewing war. Those were always such prime opportunities for assassinations. Allie wasn't going to intervene but a chill ran down her spine and her head snapped back to the queen. Wow, this is a breeding ground for killing intent apparently.
Before she could think, she was already walking towards the center of the conflict. She was bringing attention to herself but Allie showed little of the nervousness that was climbing with each step. Allie reached out to place a hand on Serana's shoulder, her touch inviting but firm. "This might be presumptuous of me, your highness, but I do not think you want to be in the middle of this. For your safety, please." She whispered to her, urging her to follow her away from Jason. Her eyes were locked on the three points of conflict, ready to pull the second princess out if it came to that.
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Ambiloquous
Graphic Fanatic
Uziel
Tap, tap, tap-tap-tap.
The increasingly rapid movements of his fingers on the gilded windowsill of his carriage displayed Uziel’s growing irritation with the world and everything in it. He wished an idiot or two would try to burn the castle down or something equally birdbrained, giving him a valid reason to circumvent the farcical guest reception. Nobility and their need for grand, meaningless gestures of courtesy. Ridiculous. It would be better to save the money on the wine; at least it would be a tangible, tasty offer of goodwill.
As the clip-clops of horses slowed down, he glanced out to the crowd of people who had arrived earlier than he and furrowed his brows. The second princess; a noble — certainly not from Alor; Harridan; Queen Zoleii, most pious leader of the Chosen; and… the patriarch of that small northern country. Jötengaumer? Yes, that was the one. Everyone was in a tense position until that patriarch moved away on his own, to the entrance. What had happened? Uziel was certain it was an annoying matter, but of what kind, he could only guess.
Pushing his way out of the carriage before the coachman could let him out, he sauntered over to a modest-looking noble lady. One whose family he knew didn’t have enough power to affect him, even if he offended her. Swinging an arm around her and giving her a smarmy smile, he cooed, “you’re dressed so prettily today; I pity the ladies overshadowed by your beauty.” Her dress could barely be considered last year's fashion and her features overshadowed no one. “Since we were so fated to meet, won’t you tell me what,” he waved at the group of people that had everyone’s attention, “has been going on here?”
All of his actions were enough to disgust himself, nevermind the lady in his arms, and he saw the brunette’s face twitch ever so slightly before she smoothed it out and assumed an impassive expression. Tapping a fan to her lips, she elegantly brushed off his arm and reluctantly disclosed, “The patriarch of Jötengaumer happened to… feel a strong desire to climb our castle walls when he was received.” She let out a light, disdainful snort, characteristic of Alor nobility. “Our commander decided he was discourteous and dropped him from the walls.”
And rightfully so. How dare an impudent leader from a primitive country show such incivility to Alor? To the queen so gracious to receive their boorish insolence? His hands itched to throttle the halfwit patriarch, but now was not the time or place. And although were still all the events preceding the wedding where accidents could be machinated, it was foolish to take action without thinking of the consequences. Unlike the certain head of a certain country.
Slowly stepping away from Uziel — he was sure the lady wanted nothing to do with Jorel, with all the rumours of his skirt-chasing and his previous revolting lines — she added, “that provoked the patriarch, and he made a big enough fuss to drag Princess Serana and the queen into his mess.”
Moving his thoughts away from brutish peabrains and back to his unwilling conversation partner, Uziel tried not to grimace as he gave her a wink and whispered, “What a predicament. I have to declare my existence to the royal family, but I’m free afterwards, if you’ll find me.”
“I’m sure it will not come to that.” The poor lady quickly curtseyed and hurried away without looking back.
He shrugged — a measure taken for anyone watching — and left it be. Slipping through the crowd and catching wisps of gossip from the events that had occurred prior to his appearance, he managed to advance all the way to the lead group in the rumours. Bowing towards the royalty in front of him, he announced his presence. “Honour to the Damaris; may your wisdom rule Alor forevermore.” He looked to the queen. “The union of Alor and Evander by your lead will surely bring prosperity and security to us all.”
Standing up again, he relaxed his formal manners. “Our most beauteous Queen, Princess Serana, and you, my lady,” he made a grand, meaningless gesture towards the three women in front of him and nodded at Commander Harridan. “It is a day of celebration, what could have happened to put such a frown on your faces?” There were no explicit frowns on their faces, but he could be forgiven for taking some creative liberties with his speech, he was sure.
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Colorless Spectrum
Always Blue
Lucsieth Damaris-Nevermore
Lucsieth's eyes marveled at the jewelry presented to them by Ramona Ivalisa, there was a certain one that caught his eye. He glanced up to the woman and smiled, "Those rings were beautifully crafted, Lady Ivalisa." His words were nothing but sweet towards the woman and her gift. He wanted to converse more with the woman in hopes that he'll learn a thing or two about trade but on hearing the gasps of the other nearby guests he turned around to see what they were looking at.
The Leader of the Serpent Clan scaling the castle walls. In all the years of his life, this was the most foolish action that he had seen. With furrowed brows, he wondered what the young leader was trying to achieve. He didn't have a good standing with nobility for acting so casually with Ariawyn and now...
Harridan came into the scene and from there it had evolved into a spat that needed interference. Lucsieth knew that his mother would walk over and deal with it her own, but he didn't expect Serana to go out of her way to diffuse the situation herself. "Ana, wait-" The Prince called out but his words merely faltered the more distance was stretched between them.
He heard of the words Zoleii had given to Ariawyn at the moment he could only cast her a pitiful look. The nobles would not like that she is associated with such a man.
A pang of jealousy resounded in his heart at how she softly addressed his youngest son. Yes, he feared his own mother, he hated her too, but he can't seem to help but also crave approval and please her. Was it love? He couldn't really say but he thinks it is. Zoleii is his only mother after all. But even with all of these thoughts, he stiffened as the Queen of Alor passed him by.
For a moment he's mind was transported to a vision in a land that felt both familiar and different at the same time. A land that was tainted in red, it smelled of smoke and iron. Bodies were piled up against one another in a bloodied mess, while others were scorched into crisps.
He took in a deep breath, visions that come so suddenly were the worst to him. A drop of sweat rolled down his neck, he feels his heart pump loudly against his chest. He looked over to Jason, a worried glance on his face. "He should be careful, you know how mother and Harridan is." Lucsieth said just loud enough for Ariawyn to hear as he looked at the Crown Princess. "I should get Ana out of there."
Lucsieth jogged towards the scene noting that Allison was also trying to oull Serana away, giving a short bow to his mother and a nod to Harridan and Kvalheim. "Excuse us." He said to them, looking over to the Lady from Rhein, and gently pulled Serana away from the group. "Thank you, Lady Cleftoryl for helping." He said once they were out of earshot. The ends of his hair stuck to some of his skin, pulling out a handkerchief he wiped the sweat off his neck.
He looked over to Serana, a small smile on his face. "I'm sorry to pull you out of there, but I worry. I have a bad feeling about this." He glanced to the group once again, waiting to see what happens next.
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. D O V E
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AI10100
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Elephants can smell water.
Signy Oydis,
Location: Just about to make thebig official entrance,
Talking to: Arkyn (
Tietaja
), Mal (
Rusty of Shackleford
), And Elynor (
Void Dweller
)
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Location: Just about to make the
Talking to: Arkyn (
Tietaja
), Mal (
Rusty of Shackleford
), And Elynor (
Void Dweller
)__________________________________________________________________________________________________
"Commander",
Ah, Hell. She'd forgotten the courtesies already. Gods, this was going to be a long month. She suddenly stopped mid-stride, swiftly bowing her head and returning Arkyn's formal, yet still ultimately still friendly greeting. "Uncle, only am I more vibrant now, upon seeing more familiar company."
"It seems you're as abrasive as ever, Cousin..."
The cheeky sod! Signy grinned, turning on her heel to face her cousin. She stared the man down, gaze never leaving his, and then released a bark of loud bawdy laughter as the inevitable embrace ensued. She gave him some friendly pats on the back, poor thing. Sigs thought this month was going to be tough for her, but what Mal was about to go through was surely going to be much much harder. For a number of wildly varying reasons too...
"Do not fear Mal, we shall all be more easy upon being, well, perhaps not more 'at home', so to speak. But more, uh," She motioned with her hands a little, "Lets say, more 'settled'." Then just as one cousin released her, she was immediately caught in the embrace of another. Elynor was such a pretty little thing, the spitting image of her Mother too. Signy of course returned the gesture with fondness, and merely flourished her cousins apologies away with the wave of a hand, "Don't be daft El, nothing to be sorry for." Signy kept her arm entwined with Elynor's as the Evander ensemble slowly but surely made their way finally into the Alorian Palace. Toma, carrying a rather proud and magnificent looking Evander flag, led the entourage. Signy allowed herself a quietly frustrated sigh, "I'm not sure if I can truly call myself glad to be here. But I am happy to be with you and the rest of the family at least."
Ahead of them, she could hear a small, but notable commotion. Signy, completely unable to help herself, and absolutely determined to get one quick joke in before she was enforced to good manners and etiquette for a whole month, quite audibly said, "Do these Alorians not know it's rude to start the party without an Evanderian present in the fray?"
Tietaja
New Member
EccentricFantasy
. D O V E
Terrier B
Void Dweller
Rusty of Shackleford
Before they started moving towards the castle, a few moments of idleness had to be afforded to allow some of the Evandish gifts and belongings to be disembarked from the quaint boat they had been provided. In the meantime, Arkyn contented himself with indulging in the company of the familiar before being thrust into the strangeness of alliances and of a kingdom that their frozen nation had always distrusted even before the Great War of Evander. There was something oddly... weird in seeing his children all grown up in the same land they visited at least a decade ago when they were still trying to betrothed Ander to the same girl that would soon become his stepsister. Still, as his son and daughter, the two better halves of him, interacted and conversed in front of him, the king could not help but remember his dear wife who had passed almost ten years ago due to some bandits preying on the mountainsides. His heart clenched in buried pain, never fully allowing himself to mourn for her passing since he needed to be strong for both his children and those who wept for the passing of their beloved Daughter of the Snow.
"My sun and stars," Arkyn beamed, lips curving into a bright smile as he approached Ander and Nell. He handed his helm to a nearby guard before letting his hands rest on each of his children's shoulders, contemplating the day that he would soon leave this mortal coil to join the Spirits in watching over them. They were fine individuals, each embodying the strength and will of an Evandish royal. He first focused his attention on Nell, gloved hands inspecting her features to see if the journey to Alor had been too taxing on her body. "Absolutely beautiful," He remarked with a chuckle. "I reckon I will have a hard time fending off any more suitors as time passes by with more and more of them crawling out of the woodwork," Arkyn shook his head with an amused sigh. "Ah, but fear not, my daughter. I want you... to only think of these things when you are ready. And, know, that whoever you choose will have my blessing. To marry... for love is what I would want for the both of you. Besides, Commander Signy here will be more than happy to help me in swatting away the flies that would insist on pestering my daughter."
Arkyn gazed at his son and daughter and saw in them Elva, their mother. While the warrior-king had married his childhood love, the same could not be said of Elva whose heart had been enmeshed by another. However, the precarious times that Evander sat upon in those darker days forced many a man and woman to be dragged in front of a priest to be married in order to forge alliances. When the kingdom was on the brink of civil war, the two noble houses decided to marry into one another and unite all their vassals back into the fold. Thus, while Arkyn had gazed at Elva as a moth would pine for a distant moon, it was nothing but a political marriage for Elva. It was an unspoken truth that the wife never loved her husband, but where she lacked in spousal affection, she more than made up for it in loving her two children. Arkyn could never blame his former wife for her coldness to him, and his heart actually cried at the thought of how miserable Elva had been while bound to him. No matter what he did, he never became the man she loved, and it was in the silent tears she cried at night that Arkyn wished things were more different. If being married to him meant despair for her, then he would have willingly set her free if the land would just take a second not to erupt in a flurry of steel and arrows.
He never wanted his children to go through the same suffering. That Nell would cry alone at night, shackled to a man she never loved and Ander would sleep on a cold bed alone, his wife wishing she was with anyone else but him. Things had to be better. Things should be better. And, he hoped this union with Alor would bring such a future.
When he approached Ander, Arkyn raised his hands to straighten the prince's cloak and clothing, a pained smile forming upon his face at the memories of the past.
"No longer a boy," Arkyn mused with a grin. "A man, indeed. I heard that you had bested some of our finest knights in the days before we departed for Alor, my son," The king nodded his head in approval. "Your swordplay will definitely exceed mine one day, and I can only pray to see that moment coalesce in front of my eyes," However, he had also known of his son's general dislike for social interactions and relationships. It was often a small whisper among his vassals that the crown-prince was socially-challenged, that he often demonstrated a cold persona in front of those he knew not well. And, unfortunately, Arkyn knew the reason why he had developed such traits. "I wish I had known better than to force the burden of the crown upon you when you were younger, Ander. No one deserves to be treated like a weapon or a crown. My only regret is that I wasn't able to let you live a boyhood that many young nobles were able to achieve. You are a person before a prince, after all. But, things are different now and I'm trying to change."
Arkyn stepped back to sweep his gaze over his two children once more.
"There were a lot of fears regarding our kingdom's capacity to survive in the incoming winter season that the druids have predicted to be more brutal than the hundred ones that had already passed. This union will hopefully provide our people with the resources we often find scant in the mountains. It also provides us with a strong alliance that can hopefully help us to hone the latent magical abilities that our people possess," Arkyn said. "I understand that it is all hinged on hope, but never forget that hope is the only force stronger than fear. And, sometimes, people in our positions have to make sacrifices. To serve as shields so our people will not bleed, to wallow in nightmares so the innocents can sleep in peace."
And, if I have to suffer for it, then there is no real question. I have already been pierced a thousand times. What is one more?
"Come, everyone. We have a celebration to attend, and I believe Queen Zoleii does not take kindly to tardiness or unruly behaviour," Arkyn motioned for the party to start traveling towards the palace. Before they moved, however, the monarch turned to his son before handing him his helm. "Will you do me the honour of carrying my helm, Ander?" He grinned at him at such a symbolic gesture of trust and faith. In a civilisation birthed from war, a man's armour, especially his helmet, was of paramount and importance. And, only those he trusted the most would get to hold it for him. "All right," Arkyn breathed out as he turned to his ensemble. "May Eske and the spirits watch over us."
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"Looks like we don't have to worry about manners or curtsies, commander," Arkyn allowed a small laugh to leave him as the commotion from the inside the walls alerted him to the possibility of a rather exciting time in Alor. "Alorian parties are somehow droll, if I am to be honest. Now, an Evandish feast... wine and mead and meats! And, singing all around! Ah, I miss our banquet hall already. I remember drinking your father under the table, commander. He has yet to challenge me again."
It was when hostile voices sounded off just as the double doors of the entrance opened that Arkyn found himself staring down at a rather tense situation. Not only were hostilities brewing between Jötengaumer and Alor, but, for some odd reason, he found his own kingdom's name uttered between these flying insults. As soon as the doors swung open, he was soon standing in front of the famed patriarch of the Serpent Clan of Jötengaumer, a young man named Jason. Evander had always looked fondly on the neutral sons and daughters of the north for they shared much of their cultures, especially in their ways of life. They were warrior-civilisations, bred for battle with armies famed for its discipline, ferocity, and unyielding valour. To an extent, even Evander had risen from the same politics as Jötengaumer. The warring tribes of the mountains banded together in common faith before electing a king from among them, thereby transitioning into a kingdom that would soon become Evander. They were proud nations who tolerated no insult, and while he had heard a small gist of what had already transpired, he still had a feeling that while there is nothing wrong in fostering strength, diplomacy was still the hand that moved mountains.
"Patriarch Jason of the House Uthradul of Jötengaumer," Arkyn greeted the lad with a small nod in acknowledgement. "You are known to us in Evander. It is often said that had the Great Conqueror, Kaiser Reingard, had both the strength and will of the sons of Evander and Jötengaumer, he would have conquered the entirety of the snowy north. Whilst his army was large, they were undisciplined and frail, composed of levies and glorified farmers. They fled when the enemy ambushed him, and there Reingard's dreams of conquest ended. It is a pleasure to finally meet your acquaintance. Matriarch Fenria was one of my former Queen Elva's dearest acquaintances, and to see her son is a blessing by the spirits."
He offered a bright grin in Jason's direction, approaching the large man who strangely reminded the scarred king of his younger self. Imposing and muscled but, somehow, lacking the gentle hand of diplomacy that had come with age.
"When I heard that you would grace us with your presence in Alor, I hurriedly forged this from the ore we mined by the seaside of Garðayeldi, the great land of the azure waves where the first tribes of Evander signed a declaration to unify and establish peace," One of the soldiers brought to the king a heavy wooden casing which Arkyn took into his hands. He then opened the case to reveal an elegant broadsword engraved with the sigil of the Serpent Clan with a golden crossguard. There, upon the shining face of the blade, were the ancient words uttered when Evander was birthed: morn an fez paz. Give peace a chance. "A gift from your brothers of the mountains. It is not as mighty as your axe, though, I understand." He offered the blade and sheath to Jason. "Some argue that the path of the sword is the only way; others say that the pen is mightier than the blade. I disagree with both, you see," Arkyn chuckled as his eyes swept past the patriarch and towards the sight of his future queen. "Instead, strong is the hand that knows when to raise the sword to protect the innocent and when to dip the quill to ink a better, peaceful future. And, the strongest know when to turn the other cheek when faced with words from those who know not of our own cultures. The mountain, after all, never breaks no matter how much the wind howls."
After he gave the gift to the patriarch, Arkyn stepped inside the palace walls. His weary eyes took in the sight of such grand designs, relishing the sign of spring that befell that lush gardens of the Alorian palace. Once he retrieved his helm from Ander, the king pressed forward towards the gathered crowd.
"Hail, Queen Zoleii," Arkyn placed his hand on his chest in greeting before nodding his head. "Your hospitality is legendary and that of your gracious hosts, but I fear that tensions may have arisen before I have arrived. Is it a fool's folly to hope that we can all return to normalcy and enjoy this blessed unification between Alor and Evander?"
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