Fantasy Merdell Academy: home to the future leaders of Myerium

[Heavenchi]

I N T R O
Cream colored curtains, white satin pillows, ribbons, and cream colored seat cushions decorated the interior of the large carriage. Water bottles were in a small metal bucket that sat in the middle of a square shaped table that was built in the middle of the carriage. Despite the beautiful setting the tension in the carriage was thick.

No one talked, no one even dared to breathe to loudly. The bathroom and food breaks were the only times of "peace" for the passengers inside. Outside the tension filled carriage,the Erynadian rider began to doze.

Luckily the horses knew where to go, especially since their destination was in sight. Maybe a hour or two away, unfortunately for those inside, it might as well be a life-time.​

 

[Larry]

Reinhold von Löwenburg
Location: Drachenburg, Capital of Aveoul.
Mood: Apathetic but understanding.
Tags: Everyone.​

Reinhold had to commend himself for a change; for a man that usually finds himself moved to impassioned speech when it concerns the people of Aveoul or his family, he was remarkably quiet as the carriage began to fill up with the various princes and princesses of the neighbouring kingdoms. The first that he encountered was the prince of Myndok, a man with a similar appearance to himself though a cold, sly demeanour surrounded the royal as it surrounded the rest of his cowardly people. Scowling at the mere sight of the Myndokian and his champion, it engendered a need for response when Reinhold's emotions were laid bare on his face. He must have picked up on what I was thinking, the young Aveoulian remarked as an acerbic statement left the lips of the Myndokian, assuming that Reinhold would disturb the travel schedule for the day. The latter smirked in smug response to the Myndokian's attempt to wind him up, knowing full well that if he so wished it both of their necks would be snapped before they could even formulate a response. Nevertheless, for the sake of peace and prosperity for the people of Aveoul, Reinhold would restrain his outbursts on the matter until the time was appropriate or unless someone of these royals wished to slander his nation. However, his irritation having to spend such a mind-numbing period of time with people whom he despises began to gradually wear away at the thin wall of patience holding Reinhold's tongue back. One-by-one they made their way onto the carriage with Reinhold noticing the appearance of the Ernaydian heir and champion, whom at the sight Reinhold's eyes lit with a fire of apathy. The infamous traitors, who abandoned Aveoul in the fatherland's hour of need when it's army was shattered by the next great alliance during the three-century-long war. His blood railed against the current situation of tolerating these foreigners. If only Toorvahlok were here, he sighed, the first visible emotional sign that didn't resemble wrath or reluctance, we would be able to turn these fools to ash.

Glancing around at the various characters assorted together like the most dysfunctional puzzle you would ever lay eyes on, the smug form of the cowardly Myndokian princeling and the demure, withdrawn nature of the traitorous Ernaydian princess grated against him. There was no doubt that among the other kingdoms here, they viewed Aveoul as the home of barbarians. Savages that rush down from their mountainous homeland to rape, pillage, plunder and murder all that lays before them. Barbarians they berate them, then appropriate the labour of impoverished Aveoulians who leave the fatherland due to the high toll the war on the country. However, there was no doubt, as least in the mind of the people of the Aveoul who the bravest, fiercest warriors known to man were. They relied not on the desecrated corpses of the honoured dead, nor needing to take on the visage of nature to improve themselves, neither needing the ability to manipulate the weather or to manipulate the minds of their enemies. With their own blood, their own sweet, their own tears they fought this war and suffered tremendous casualties as a result. The image of those men in the tent flickered to mind, causing Reinhold to curl his hand into a fist, the scar nearly seeming to glow as though it emanated the anger that he felt inside. "You there, Myndokian," Reinhold began, "Regarding your 'little' comment earlier, I would refrain from irritating me even further. To be stuck in this carriage with you all is punishment enough for the likes of me, so if you feel like insulting my people, to describe them as bloodthirsty monsters, to desecrate my homeland with your cowardly, slanderous phrases, I will show you bloodthirsty." Turning to glance over at the Ernaydian heir, he continued his tirade, saying, "And you, I would like to think that you would have at least addressed me, traitor."

 

[Chione]

Leon A. Valens

Location: the carriage| Interacting with: Larry | Mentions: Ceili, Reinhold, Aster

Their journey across the vast lands had been shorter than anticipated (most likely due to some magical enhancement of sorts) and it was now safe to assume that they were heading towards the neutral grounds of Merdell Academy since everyone had now been collected and were currently sat in uneasy silence. Despite the stifling tension, Leon was mind-numbingly bored, choosing to keep his eyes focused on the scenery passing by and what with the gentle rocking of the carriage, the young prince probably would’ve fallen asleep… if not for the looming threat of his sort-of enemies surrounding him on all sides. Plus, it would be rude to nap when he was in the company of others, no matter how unlikeable his company was; save for Ceili, obviously.

Just as the blonde was internally berating himself for not bringing something to occupy his time with, perhaps a book or two, a hard-edged voice derailed his train of thought. Azure eyes shifted, his gaze now trained on the man who’d addressed him, keeping his face blank as he carefully listened to what the Aveoulian had to say. Ah, of course the rabid mongrel would be the first one to speak up. Leon thought that it was quite dull how the other heir seemed to meet all of his low expectations, speaking only to throw around some threats. Well, he shouldn’t have expected anything else really.

The best course of action would be to say nothing, he knew that, but did he want to do that? No, not at all. Leon studied the other man for a moment, arms folded across his chest comfortably. He had always been a good judge of character and from what he could tell, the other blonde had a lot of confidence in himself and what he was he was capable of, the conviction in his threat was proof of that. But the Myndokian questioned his maturity from the way he labelled the Erynadian princess a traitor. Leon knew of the broken alliance between the two kingdoms – who didn’t? – but surely he was aware that it was not her personally that was involved in it, considering how the Fist Alliance was well over two hundred years ago. The Aveoulian prince was not one to let go of grudges, it would seem. Leon had to suppress rolling his eyes, maintaining his cold restraint but feeling the fiery burn of fury writhing in his chest. Leon did not appreciate being threatened and his pride did not allow him to not retort.

“Bloodthirsty?” Leon repeated, an elegant brow raised slightly, his expression still schooled into one of plain indifference, “Congratulations. You’re the first Aveoulian to admit it.” His blithe tone was layered thickly with disdain, revealing the snide nature of the comment.

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Their journey across the vast lands had been shorter than anticipated (most likely due to some magical enhancement of sorts) and it was now safe to assume that they were heading towards the neutral grounds of Merdell Academy since everyone had now been collected and were currently sat in uneasy silence. Despite the stifling tension, Leon was mind-numbingly bored, choosing to keep his eyes focused on the scenery passing by and what with the gentle rocking of the carriage, the young prince probably would’ve fallen asleep… if not for the looming threat of his sort-of enemies surrounding him on all sides. Plus, it would be rude to nap when he was in the company of others, no matter how unlikeable his company was; save for Ceili, obviously.

Just as the blonde was internally berating himself for not bringing something to occupy his time with, perhaps a book or two, a hard-edged voice derailed his train of thought. Azure eyes shifted, his gaze now trained on the man who’d addressed him, keeping his face blank as he carefully listened to what the Aveoulian had to say. Ah, of course the rabid mongrel would be the first one to speak up. Leon thought that it was quite dull how the other heir seemed to meet all of his low expectations, speaking only to throw around some threats. Well, he shouldn’t have expected anything else really.

The best course of action would be to say nothing, he knew that, but did he want to do that? No, not at all. Leon studied the other man for a moment, arms folded across his chest comfortably. He had always been a good judge of character and from what he could tell, the other blonde had a lot of confidence in himself and what he was he was capable of, the conviction in his threat was proof of that. But the Myndokian questioned his maturity from the way he labelled the Erynadian princess a traitor. Leon knew of the broken alliance between the two kingdoms – who didn’t? – but surely he was aware that she was not personally involved in it, considering how the Fist Alliance was well over two hundred years ago. The Aveoulian prince was not one to let go of grudges, it would seem. Leon had to suppress rolling his eyes, maintaining his cold restraint but feeling the fiery burn of fury writhing in his chest. Leon did not appreciate being threatened and his pride did not allow him to not retort.

“Bloodthirsty?” Leon repeated, an elegant brow raised slightly, his expression still schooled into one of plain indifference, “Congratulations. You’re the first Aveoulian to admit it.” His blithe tone was layered thickly with disdain, revealing the snide nature of the comment.

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Occidea Umbras
interacting with Reinhold ( Larry ) and Leon ( Chione ]

It had taken the carriage less time than expected to get to Thanade. Not that the Thanadeans would not have been ready, however. They had gotten in, when it was their time to. Occidea had been silent ever since. She had taken a place next to the Aveoulian heir. From that point, it was mostly watching. The champion of Thanade did that a lot. She watched the heirs, their champions. The glances and glares they exchanged. Noticing the threat and hatred in many of them. The man next to her however seemed to out-hate them all together. An Aveoulian, after all.

The whole time, as she remained silent, Occidea had been fidgeting around with her knife. Playing with it in her right hand, the black blade with runes red as blood appeared and disappeared in the folds of her dress. It was subtle, but one could notice, definetly. Though, her blank expression, aimed at nobody, yet everybody, discareded any thought of intimidation. That was simply and clearly not her goal. It was just fidgeting.

After quite a while, finally, a conversation sparked. Though, the quality and kind of it were already determined by the person engaging it. The Aveoulian. It was not really a conversation, either. More of a hateful rant towards one of the other heirs. The Myndokian. The threatening, yet boastful barrage of what Occidea supposed were meant to be insults and threats however did not remain fruitless. The Myndokian reacted. Unexpected, at least to the Thanadean. She had heard the Myndokians were very cleverand tactical. For him to fall for such a stupid thing was disappointing.

Occidea however saw this escalating already. The Myndokian would get ahead of himself. Now, that he replied once, his pride would forbid him to back down for sure. This would only rile up the already aggressive Aveoulian. And who knew what would happen then. Occidea did. And she really didnt feel like having any of that. "If you feel like having a brawl, go ahead, but get out of the carriage for it. I wont have two children scuffling make the whole group be late. So either behave like the adults you are supposed to be and be treated like them, or keep acting like children, but be treated accordingly as well.", she said. She did not even look at them for it. Neither did she stop her fidgeting. Her expressionless face made her only seem even more disinterested and bored with the whole situation. "Though, if you lean towards choosing the latter, i´d ask myself, if a start like that would not already defeat the cause of this meeting and journey and by that ashame both, the kingdom i represent and the family i come from." With that last, powerful jab and a less interestless, however just as blank glare aimed at both of them, she let go of the topic, going back to being silent.

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It had taken the carriage less time than expected to get to Thanade. Not that the Thanadeans would not have been ready, however. They had gotten in, when it was their time to. Occidea had been silent ever since. She had taken a place next to the Aveoulian heir. From that point, it was mostly watching. The champion of Thanade did that a lot. She watched the heirs, their champions. The glances and glares they exchanged. Noticing the threat and hatred in many of them. The man next to her however seemed to out-hate them all together. An Aveoulian, after all.

The whole time, as she remained silent, Occidea had been fidgeting around with her knife. Playing with it in her right hand, the black blade with runes red as blood appeared and disappeared in the folds of her dress. It was subtle, but one could notice, definetly. Though, her blank expression, aimed at nobody, yet everybody, discareded any thought of intimidation. That was simply and clearly not her goal. It was just fidgeting.

After quite a while, finally, a conversation sparked. Though, the quality and kind of it were already determined by the person engaging it. The Aveoulian. It was not really a conversation, either. More of a hateful rant towards one of the other heirs. The Myndokian. The threatening, yet boastful barrage of what Occidea supposed were meant to be insults and threats however did not remain fruitless. The Myndokian reacted. Unexpected, at least to the Thanadean. She had heard the Myndokians were very cleverand tactical. For him to fall for such a stupid thing was disappointing.

Occidea however saw this escalating already. The Myndokian would get ahead of himself. Now, that he replied once, his pride would forbid him to back down for sure. This would only rile up the already aggressive Aveoulian. And who knew what would happen then. Occidea did. And she really didnt feel like having any of that. "If you feel like having a brawl, go ahead, but get out of the carriage for it. I wont have two children scuffling make the whole group be late. So either behave like the adults you are supposed to be and be treated like them, or keep acting like children, but be treated accordingly as well.", she said. She did not even look at them for it. Neither did she stop her fidgeting. Her expressionless face made her only seem even more disinterested and bored with the whole situation. "Though, if you lean towards choosing the latter, i´d ask myself, if a start like that would not already defeat the cause of this meeting and journey and by that ashame both, the kingdom i represent and the family i come from." With that last, powerful jab and a less interestless, however just as blank glare aimed at both of them, she let go of the topic, going back to being silent.

 

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KASSANDER CALLAS
tags: everyone.
Kassander Callas shifted uneasily in his seat when the first non-Erynadian joined them on the carriage. But, besides that, he kept his demeanor calm, collected, and without a single outward sign of his growing aggression. He didn't care enough to differentiate between the different heirs and champions as they filed in. Rather, the champion had his focus set on the countryside outside as he tapped his gloved fingers in a steady rhythm on the windowsill knee.

He was appreciative of the silence. Yet he was becoming wary of it., it left his brain vulnerable to creeping thoughts that he knew weren't his own. A breathy, silky voice infiltrated his mind with poisonous thoughts of murder, of picking up his sword and burying the blade into the chests of him, or her, or him or— Scoundrels. Heathens. Thieves. Criminals. Murderers. The world would be better without any kingdom but that of the animals. Sweat beaded in the creases of his hands. His once still fingers were begin to twitch.

Before he had the chance to succumb to the voice and unsheathe his sword with shaky hands, one of the others spoke. The stiff blond man who oozed arrogance and self-righteousness degraded the Myndokian heir in an onslaught of hateful speech. Kassander, who held no feelings for the other party, held a straight face. Then the man, who he had guessed to be an Aveoulian, directed his remarks toward the Erynadian heir. Despite Kassander's vessel presently being a human male, he found himself baring his teeth at the offending man.

The other target of the Aveoulian's ill will, who Kassander now knew to be Myndokian, responded with an equal amount of venom (however masked by indifference it may have been). Once again, Kassander held his few words patiently, waiting for the opportunity to effectively get his input in. Then the strange white-haired woman broke her silence with a declaration that held equal disdain of both parties that had Kassander nodding in agreement. She spoke out a final time before devolving back into her eerie silence.

Kassander was now fully fed up with the childish, rude, and generally dislikeable actions of the carriage's people. Under his breath, he called upon the carriage's horses to come to a sudden halt. The entire carriage jolted to a noticeable stop. With steady hand, he drew his steel sword and swiftly stabbed it between his feet. He then darted his attention to the faces of each of the passengers.

"Shut. Up. All. Of. You." Wild-eyed, he jerked his sword back out from the floor and the horses resumed their slow trot on the path. A man of few words and a native speaker of body language, he stared down each person, warning them to not try to start another petty cat-fight.​

 

[u k i y o]

Ceili Pavlov

Myndok Champion

© southside

Location: The carriage
Mood: Restless and Irritated
tags: The Fluffiest Floof Chione Larry Heavenchi .jpeg

Despite having not slept the previous night, Ceili felt anything but tired, He was in the company of the Myndokian enemies, how could he sleep? If anything he felt a little irritated after having been in the carriage for the amount of time he was. Granted, it probably wasn't nearly as long as it could've been, but it was definitely still much longer than he wanted. If it were up to him, he wouldn't be in the same carriage as them for even a minute. The only thing that made him feel a bit better about the entire ordeal was the fact that Leon was here, otherwise he probably would've already lost his head.

He kept his gaze to the ground as the carriage filled with more and more royalty and champions, and they were soon making their way to the neutral grounds that Merdell academy was located on. He didn't even look up as the carriage was filled, trying to ignore their presence as best as they could. It was almost as though he were avoiding the elephant in the room, but he did nothing to change that. Why should he? Despite coming to an agreement, he didn't exactly have to be friendly with them. He still felt angry, and going to Merdell Academy wasn't going to magically get rid of the years of damage that Myndok went through.

He ignored the scowl he received from the Aveoulian, thinking that nothing good would come from saying anything. It also turned out that he didn't have to because moments later, Leon was snapping back, and Ceili bit back a small chuckle. Leave it up to the other to always have a witty comment. Still, he knew that once the two started, they probably wouldn't stop. He knew that he was right when the Aveoulian Prince shot back at Leon, and he held back a sigh. The last thing that they could possibly need was a fight, but he wasn't going to jump in with the chance of being snapped at as well.

He picked lightly at the skin around his fingers as he waited for the inevitable to happen, although it never did. The Thanadean Champion had spoken up, probably for the first time since she entered the carriage. Admittedly, Ceili hadn't been as alert as he probably should have, which left him a bit open, but he wanted to doubt that the carriage would be attacked. It'd probably lead to a another war, and he doubted that any of the kingdoms were ready for that much loss and devastation again. A hundred years did a whole lot of damage, especially when everyone was going as hard at it as they were. Despite not wanting to, Ceili kind of agreed with the words of the Thanadean, although he didn't think that he would've phrased his words like that. He then glanced back and forth to see the reactions of Leon and the Aveoulian. However, his attention was grabbed when the carriage came to a halt, and the Erynadian spoke up, his sword stabbed into the carriage beneath his feet. Ceili couldn't help but glare slightly, although he kept his mouth shut and bit his lip to help him to do so. He had never really been one to start a petty fight, and he wasn't going to start now either.

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Despite having not slept the previous night, Ceili felt anything but tired, He was in the company of the Myndokian enemies, how could he sleep? If anything he felt a little irritated after having been in the carriage for the amount of time he was. Granted, it probably wasn't nearly as long as it could've been, but it was definitely still much longer than he wanted. If it were up to him, he wouldn't be in the same carriage as them for even a minute. The only thing that made him feel a bit better about the entire ordeal was the fact that Leon was here, otherwise he probably would've already lost his head.

He kept his gaze to the ground as the carriage filled with more and more royalty and champions, and they were soon making their way to the neutral grounds that Merdell academy was located on. He didn't even look up as the carriage was filled, trying to ignore their presence as best as they could. It was almost as though he were avoiding the elephant in the room, but he did nothing to change that. Why should he? Despite coming to an agreement, he didn't exactly have to be friendly with them. He still felt angry, and going to Merdell Academy wasn't going to magically get rid of the years of damage that Myndok went through.

He ignored the scowl he received from the Aveoulian, thinking that nothing good would come from saying anything. It also turned out that he didn't have to because moments later, Leon was snapping back, and Ceili bit back a small chuckle. Leave it up to the other to always have a witty comment. Still, he knew that once the two started, they probably wouldn't stop. He knew that he was right when the Aveoulian Prince shot back at Leon, and he held back a sigh. The last thing that they could possibly need was a fight, but he wasn't going to jump in with the chance of being snapped at as well.

He picked lightly at the skin around his fingers as he waited for the inevitable to happen, although it never did. The Thanadean Champion had spoken up, probably for the first time since she entered the carriage. Admittedly, Ceili hadn't been as alert as he probably should have, which left him a bit open, but he wanted to doubt that the carriage would be attacked. It'd probably lead to a another war, and he doubted that any of the kingdoms were ready for that much loss and devastation again. A hundred years did a whole lot of damage, especially when everyone was going as hard at it as they were.

Despite not wanting to, Ceili kind of agreed with the words of the Thanadean, although he didn't think that he would've phrased his words like that. He then glanced back and forth to see the reactions of Leon and the Aveoulian. However, his attention was grabbed when the carriage came to a halt, and the Erynadian spoke up, his sword stabbed into the carriage beneath his feet. Ceili couldn't help but glare slightly, although he kept his mouth shut and bit his lip to help him to do so. He had never really been one to start a petty fight, and he wasn't going to start now either.

 

[q r o w]

location: Carriage
Interactions: Heavenchi Chione u k i y o Larry .jpeg The Fluffiest Floof @everyoneelse on the carriage
tags: everyone I guess

Lysandra Lyla Morrigan

Lysandra mind had drifted despite being in a tension filled carriage with all of Thanade's enemies. She wished for her vessel or even Zillah. Maybe even her brother's guidance on the matter. Their last moments before her departure had been bittersweet, him talking about how this could just be a trap from another kingdom and warning her to be alert and safe. Her sisters had tried to shut him down, but she agreed. This could be the very day she died at the hands of her enemies. She crossed her legs, wishing her sisters had chosen a more practical outfit such a uniform and not the black and red dress she wore now. Lysandra did her best not to show her discomfort and annoyance now in the carriage, holding in her sighs and mumbles to herself rather than out loud. At least she was sporting Thanade's colors. Unlike the others who seemed to be watching each other and seemingly ready to rip each other's throats out, not that she didn't want to do it herself, she had a book to occupy the silent tension of the ride.

Glancing up from her reading material, as someone spoke up, but quickly resumed reading, not bother jumping into such a childish quarrel. She lifted her gaze as her kingdom's champion jumped into the mess of children play. She heard worse insults from her brother than that of the Aveoul prince. She shook her head at the champion, trying to end the other girl's words. She doubted the girl would listen, she didn't seem like the type to take orders from anyone really. Lysandra turned back to her reading material, thinking over the words thrown from Aveoul to Myndok, then Myndok to Aveoul. Everyone's parents must be fools if they believed sending all the heirs and champions to an academy would end in peace. Lysandra was having a time shoving down her anger as it was, all these kids were nothing but annoying time ticking bombs, that could really be taught basic manners and discipline if their resort of 'conversation' was throwing insults at each other. Should she have one word to describe the actions of this ride so far it would be pathetic.

The sudden hault of horse caused her to drop her book into the floor. The sound of a blade drawn and the sound of it hitting the carriage floor caused her to glance up at the cause of the disturbance. She sighed. The assumed Erynadian Champion had lost his temper and stabbed his blade into the carriage floor. Swell. Just Swell. A temper tatrum already. When would this ride be over, she wished for an end soon. She retrieved her book from the floor, sitting back up and searching for her page. "Whatever has the floor done to you to deserve being stabbed? It is quite un-needed for such action Sir." She addressed him politly, not stooping as low as the Aveoul and Myndok had, nor throwing a fit like he did. She didn't bother lifting her gaze from her book and wasn't at all scared of the death glares thrown her way. She merely turned his head in his direction and raised one eyebrow in question, before turning back to her book quietly.

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"Shall this go down in history as my day of departure, these wasted words as sacrifice for either peace or war?"

Upon first words, the very illusion Varian's own minds eye had created to block the process of over-thought had shattered, leaving the champion dumbstruck for the first few words exchanged. Altough he couldn't say that the scene had strayed too far from what he bad expected, only making sense for the man of the common brutes to burst out with a remark likely only made to start strife, altough his "game" had already been lost, for it was not the the Ernydian champion who started the fight over a mere snort or sign of disinterest. A member of the very kingdom he expected to be crushed by the end of the week had spoken up, and luckily been a fair indication who the original source of anger had been aimed at. The words released were simple and childish, only leaving a dry taste in his and what he had hoped been the Lewstian heir's mouth with such a stale remark. Scene by scene played out, a women who looked as if her soul has been stolen by the very spirit of Thande herself remarked with a phrase almost seeming to have been made to spark the flames of conflict, something Varian had not opposed, lest he would be able to return home early without a mention of the school.

Dreams of this had crossed his mind the moment the very riders face had passed his, leaving behind festivities that led to to thousands of bizarre designs and intricate patterns littered among the wide array of Lwestian outfits, and stepping into the vessel of "peace" that was sure to lead to conflict. Albeit knowing their were one or two of the others who had at least aspired for peace, the next response however was not one that could've been predected by any scholor or philosiphist of the mind, one that would have had Varian burst out laughing were it not for the glare he got, signaling the beast's own belief in it's intimidation skills, altough not nearly matching the precision of a scowl Varian had recived from what had to be an fledgling diplomat inside of the astronomically tenser courtrooms of Lweste. As his eyes cicled around the cart, his own mind almost delighted in involving the one who had stayed silent, who's very own gaze filled with silent reactions had signald his Myndokian mindset.
A deep breath that had only entertained the idea of clashes would lead to a remark never to be regreted, and followed the seemingly unremarkable words of an elegent response from a lady entranced in her book. "What, are you afraid of conflict so soon, do you not know that a fight in a room this small is only sure to drag everyone inside. Reluctancy won't win you anything in the eyes of anyone here, would it not be best to stand up for yourself now, or your kindom if you do not view yourselves as one in the same" A questionable ending to his scentence had been said in confidence and topped with a face shifting from smiles to mimicking the blank stares of a certain other carriage rider, Varian deciding to base the remark purely around a word meant to frame the Myndokian's neutrality as cowardace... enragement had been the key here, even if no gain other than a show and small repuatation was earned out of it.

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[fickleglory]

Spoiler: Fancy Armor for the Day

Carlisle woke before the rooster made his morning salutation. After she was promoted to become Royal Guard she was moved into a small quarter of the castle. However, now that she is studying at Merdell, everything was sent there. She couldn't sleep from fear and excitement that scrambled together. She is not dressed, but in her undergarments. The are not very revealing, but are a little thin. Carlisle pined her hair up before she made her breakfast. Egg and bread. She heard a knock at her door. When it's opened she saw a maid, about her age, stood a step away from the door.
"My lady," she curtsied, "the Royal Armourer has arranged something special for you. He requests your presence immediately." she smileed and excused herself. Carlisle's head poked out and watched the maid drift away down the corridor. She grunts and closed the heavy wood door. She dressed in plain clothing and made her way to Barrio.

Their faces were orange and the room itself was dim. The dark was illuminated with few torches.
"What's this 'special arrangement'," Carlisle said as she impatiently bit the last of her breakfast. A man, no older than 40 something, opened a door to a large room of organized armors and helms.
"You're representing our kingdom, Carly," he said with a grin.
"Please don't call me that."
He pulled out large pieces with golden accents. All the metal was freshly polished, the texture pleased her. It's smooth surface was refreshing from her old rough, bent armor.
"Barrio, this is amazing!" Carlisle laughed as she looked over her new wears. He nodded his head as he already knew his impressive work. "I must put it on now!" Carlisle unbuttons her shirt and reveals her undergarments. She began to suite up and where she could not reach Barrio assisted her. She smiled after being fully dressed.
"Thank you, Barrio." she said.
"I can make you look like a knight, but you must prove to our heir you are worthy to her." he said and pointed at Carlisle.
The young woman nods. "I will make men feel like my cock is twice as big and balls stronger than steel,"
Barrio wags his finger, "Do not say such vulgar things before royalty,"
Carlisle scoffs and crosses her arms. "I believe this will be my last moments of true, unfiltered wit."
A rooster in the distance disturbed their conversation. Through the window, the sun began to shine over the metallic finish of her armor.
"I'll see you soon, Carly,"
"Please don't call me that."

Carlisle awaited at the carriage for the princess. She refused to seat herself until she arrived. The woman bowed to Occidea and let her be seated. When princess Lysandra arrived, Carlisle kneeled. Before she entered the carriage she bowed to the rest of the heirs and champions.
"It's an honor Lords, Ladies, and Champions," she spoke humbly. Impressions are important, and she doubted they wouldn't make their condescending jabs during the ride. The way Carlisle moved seemed flawless, like the armor did not weigh her down. Well, that wasn't the case, because this new armor had at least ten more pounds to it. Her earrings flicker blue as she uses a little air magic to lift herself. She'd prefer to give an illusion that she is swift in the bulk of metal.
The ride was as expected, lots of tension and petty remarks. Carlisle kept a calm and inviting aura to herself. She felt a curiosity to the royals. Unlike her highness, Carlisle probably, would not have to see them as often. The jolt of the carriage stoped her thoughts and she saw Champion of Erynada place his sword in the floor. Carlisle's hand hides her mouth for a moment. Please don't treat your sword that way. After her heir's remark, Carlisle snickers and keeps herself restrained from adding to the fire like, your mother was a hamster and father smelt of elder berries. All this bickering, it was rather entertaining.
Carlisle laughs, "Now I understand why the last 300 years were spent in war!" That was unfiltered and Carlisle tightens her lips. Too soon? She looks to her princess expecting a glare, or something in that nature.

 

[Sunnyside]

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Prince Drayce of Yystan

The young prince sat anxiously with the other royals and champions, feeling quite overwhelmed by the thick tension and blunt hatred that filled the air. He would have rather taken his own carriage to the academy than be stuffed in this carriage of enemies. It did not help when he was the only representative of his country. He wore a uniform sporting his nations colors, despite wanting to have worn more traditional clothing. For a while, it was quiet, which was better than he expected. Although it made him on edge, after all, it only took one of the others to snap and things go bad quick. And did not want things to go bad, he was here for peace, not war. Drayce was probably one of the few that didn't argue or protest the academy for the kingdoms. His family had, but that didn't matter to him. It wasn't like they had a choice either unless they wanted to go back to war.

The sound of a male voice pulled him from his thoughts. He glanced at the attire the male was wearing and identified him as a Prince of Aveoul. He listened to the words thrown from the Myndok Prince and Aveoul prince. Annoyed that violence was already starting and they hadn't even arrived at the academy yet. Can't we get along until we reach the academy, then you guys can kill each other, but it will be your own faults when things go wrong. He thought, rolling his eyes and watching a young woman whom he assumed had to be from Thanade speak up and harshly shut down the insults. they weren't aimed at you or your kingdom, what does it matter to you? The young prince shifted quietly in his seat, not bothering to voice his opinions on the matter since they weren't all that important to him. Drama in itself was pointless. The people around him would take any action and cause drama cause of it. Even the most well-intent words. The carriages sudden halt caused him to grit his teeth and glare back at the Erynada champion as he drew his blade. Drayce straightened his posture, ignoring the pettiness of the action.

The Thanade princess finally spoke up which had surprised him at first, for he thought she would be one of those who jumped straight into the conflict. Instead, she just shrugged everyone off and continued reading her little book. He wasn't sure how she could do that with so many threats surrounding her. The Lweste champion spoke next, trying to get sparks from the Myndok champion, and Drayce rolled his eyes. What was the point of poking a sleeping bear? Speaking of bears he already wanted his familiar to be by his side. His presence always helped Drayce relax when he needed to. A woman in full armor spoke up, and the way she looked at the Thanade heir caused him to narrow his eyes, three Thanadians? Her words were not in the least considered respectful or even appropriate and her laughter was disrespectful as if she joked about the war. You would think that the princess of Thanade would have control over her people, or at least thought them respect for such topics. He thought, frowning very deeply and was half tempted to lash at the woman's behavior. Or maybe the Thanade princess for having not stopped her. Drayce scoffed in distaste before turning his attention elsewhere.

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[Chione]

Leon A. Valens

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The bite of Leon’s words had undoubtedly increased the tension tenfold, the general animosity that had lain somewhat dormant now sparking to life. His and the Aveoulian’s short comments had been a catalyst, leading to the absolute train wreck of interactions that unfolded before his very eyes. The Thanade Champion was the first to interrupt and the blonde prince had to bite his tongue. When the eerily ghost-like woman had entered the carriage, he had not formed much of an opinion about her but now that she had decided to speak up, he immediately found her irritating. He did not appreciate her blatant disrespect, especially when she had no business to get involved in his and the Aveoulian’s… conversation. He would never be able to understand the type of people who liked to stick their noses where they didn’t belong. Leon chose to ignore her (she wasn’t worth his time) and his attention was diverted when the carriage jolted to a halt, the Erynadian Champion now standing with his sword embedded into the floor. Leon slowly blinked. Well, that was unnecessarily over-the-top.

Still, Leon had to commend the Thanadian Princess for maintaining her composure throughout it all. So far, she seemed to be the only one with a calm head on her shoulders. It was rather interesting to him how all it took was some threats thrown around for (mostly) everyone to start clamouring for involvement. It was like a dam had been broken, everyone loosening the reigns on their self-imposed restraints. The stifling silence was over, for now at least.

A laugh sliced through the hostility, almost jarring in a way, and Leon couldn’t help but stare as the third Thanadian woman spoke without concern. When the prince had first seen her, he was slightly impressed with how she held herself, having shown equal respect to them all when she had entered. Politeness and manners were qualities that Leon had always valued in people, so her bearing no ill-will for any of the opposing kingdoms was like a breath of fresh air. And apparently, she spoke her mind too. Leon did not know how to respond to that careless comment, so he chose to say nothing at all.

Leon’s sharp hearing picked up on the words directed to Ceili, his concentration now focused on the Lweste Champion. His jaw clenched slightly, having the social grace to recognise the true meaning of the champion’s carefully picked words. It was clear that the man wanted to provoke a reaction from his champion, whom Leon had noticed with pride, had remained perfectly stoic throughout the whole thing. A light smile ghosted its way onto the curve of his lips. Truly, he couldn’t have asked for a better Champion, Ceili was a Myndokian through and through. Still, Leon couldn’t let the Lwestian’s comment slide as not only was it a slight against Ceili, it was also a slight against his kingdom.

“I would not say that my Champion is scared, Lwestian,” Leon began, with an air of deadly calm, his voice was level and held no noticeable sprinkling of anger at all, “it’s just that he has the intelligence to know not to waste his breath on such petty trivialities.” He paused, eyes like shards of ice with his unwavering gaze, his choice of cutting words being enough to convey how he truly felt. “Which is more than can be said for yourself, seeing how you try so pitifully to incite him. Is it for your own pathetic amusement? Then again, I should’ve expected nothing less from the kingdom of backstabbers to try and stir the pot.”

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The bite of Leon’s words had undoubtedly increased the tension tenfold, the general animosity that had lain somewhat dormant now sparking to life. His and the Aveoulian’s short comments had been a catalyst, leading to the absolute train wreck of interactions that unfolded before his very eyes. The Thanade Champion was the first to interrupt and the blonde prince had to bite his tongue. When the eerily ghost-like woman had entered the carriage, he had not formed much of an opinion about her but now that she had decided to speak up, he immediately found her irritating. He did not appreciate her blatant disrespect, especially when she had no business to get involved in his and the Aveoulian’s… conversation. He would never be able to understand the type of people who liked to stick their noses where they didn’t belong. Leon chose to ignore her (she wasn’t worth his time) and his attention was diverted when the carriage jolted to a halt, the Erynadian Champion now standing with his sword embedded into the floor. Leon slowly blinked. Well, that was unnecessarily over-the-top.

Still, Leon had to commend the Thanadian Princess for maintaining her composure throughout it all. So far, she seemed to be the only one with a calm head on her shoulders. It was rather interesting to him how all it took was some threats thrown around for (mostly) everyone to start clamouring for involvement. It was like a dam had been broken, everyone loosening the reigns on their self-imposed restraints. The stifling silence was over, for now at least.

A laugh sliced through the hostility, almost jarring in a way, and Leon couldn’t help but stare as the third Thanadian woman spoke without concern. When the prince had first seen her, he was slightly impressed with how she held herself, having shown equal respect to them all when she had entered. Politeness and manners were qualities that Leon had always valued in people, so her bearing no ill-will for any of the opposing kingdoms was like a breath of fresh air. And apparently, she spoke her mind too. Leon did not know how to respond to that careless comment, so he chose to say nothing at all.

Leon’s sharp hearing picked up on the words directed to Ceili, his concentration now focused on the Lweste Champion. His jaw clenched slightly, having the social grace to recognise the true meaning of the champion’s carefully picked words. It was clear that the man wanted to provoke a reaction from his champion, whom Leon had noticed with pride, had remained perfectly stoic throughout the whole thing. A light smile ghosted its way onto the curve of his lips. Truly, he couldn’t have asked for a better Champion, Ceili was a Myndokian through and through. Still, Leon couldn’t let the Lwestian’s comment slide as not only was it a slight against Ceili, it was also a slight against his kingdom.

“I would not say that my Champion is scared, Lwestian,” Leon began, with an air of deadly calm, his voice was level and held no noticeable sprinkling of anger at all, “it’s just that he has the intelligence to know not to waste his breath on such petty trivialities.” He paused, eyes like shards of ice with his unwavering gaze, his choice of cutting words being enough to convey how he truly felt. “Which is more than can be said for yourself, seeing how you try so pitifully to incite him. Is it for your own pathetic amusement? Then again, I should’ve expected nothing less from the kingdom of backstabbers to try and stir the pot.”

 

[u k i y o]

Ceili Pavlov

Myndok Champion

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Ceili watched as the Thanade heir spoke, although it didn't seem to be with the same malicious intent that everyone else seemed to have. She seemed to be more mature than her those surrounding her, and Ceili couldn't help but notice that she had brought something to read, and was currently doing so despite the arguments going on around her. How smart. He too should have brought something so that he wasn't so bored and didn't have to listen to the arguments going on around him. He wasn't sure why he was so surprised that things were going down hill considering that they were all enemies, but he wished it could've been postponed until they actually arrived at the academy. That would've been much better considering that he wouldn't have to stay and listen. Here, he had no where to go, and he continued picking at the skin on his fingers as he glanced around at everyone else in the carriage.

His attention had only been snapped when he heard someone speaking to him, and he almost wished that he hadn't tuned back in to listen to the words. He wasn't surprised that the other had nothing good to say and he bit his lip to hold back his tongue. He looked over at the Lwestian, his aqua eyes taking an icy demeanor as he glared at the other. I don't see why I should have to force myself to stoop down to your level when I am perfectly content as I am now. Ceili thought, although he held his breath to keep from saying anything out loud. He hadn't really been paying attention to the other things going on around him, and as such he hadn't heard the other Thanadian's rather... Inappropriate comment, but he was glad that he hadn't heard it.

It seemed that Leon had heard the comment from the Lwestian as well, but then again, who hadn't? He was once again grateful for the Prince being here as he stood up for him. He almost couldn't hide the smirk that presented itself as Leon spoke, and he had finally stopped picking at the skin around his nails. He was glad that his messy hair obscured his eyes a bit, as they were able to hide the twinkle of satisfaction in his eyes for the most part. His Prince had always had quite the way with words, and he was glad that they were once again being put to good use.

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Ceili watched as the Thanade heir spoke, although it didn't seem to be with the same malicious intent that everyone else seemed to have. She seemed to be more mature than her those surrounding her, and Ceili couldn't help but notice that she had brought something to read, and was currently doing so despite the arguments going on around her. How smart. He too should have brought something so that he wasn't so bored and didn't have to listen to the arguments going on around him. He wasn't sure why he was so surprised that things were going down hill considering that they were all enemies, but he wished it could've been postponed until they actually arrived at the academy. That would've been much better considering that he wouldn't have to stay and listen. Here, he had no where to go, and he continued picking at the skin on his fingers as he glanced around at everyone else in the carriage.

His attention had only been snapped when he heard someone speaking to him, and he almost wished that he hadn't tuned back in to listen to the words. He wasn't surprised that the other had nothing good to say and he bit his lip to hold back his tongue. He looked over at the Lwestian, his aqua eyes taking an icy demeanor as he glared at the other. I don't see why I should have to force myself to stoop down to your level when I am perfectly content as I am now. Ceili thought, although he held his breath to keep from saying anything out loud. He hadn't really been paying attention to the other things going on around him, and as such he hadn't heard the other Thanadian's rather... Inappropriate comment, but he was glad that he hadn't heard it.

It seemed that Leon had heard the comment from the Lwestian as well, but then again, who hadn't? He was once again grateful for the Prince being here as he stood up for him. He almost couldn't hide the smirk that presented itself as Leon spoke, and he had finally stopped picking at the skin around his nails. He was glad that his messy hair obscured his eyes a bit, as they were able to hide the twinkle of satisfaction in his eyes for the most part. His Prince had always had quite the way with words, and he was glad that they were once again being put to good use.

 

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Arayna was a bundle of nerves and anxiety ever since she lost sight of her homeland and her family. It didn't help the tension felt like it was trying to suffocate the young princess. It made things even worse, since she wanted to speak but couldn't cause of the atmosphere. She had chosen a seat by her kingdom's champion. The young girl sported the kingdom colors, although they were a different shade. Her eyepatch matched the color of the long sleeves she had, It rested on her eye in the shape of a star like normal. She had been messing with it when the conversation started. She put her hands in her lap, listening to the pointless violence. Myndok returned Aveoul's fire. The hatred she could see for miles, even with one good eye. Aray held her sigh, staring down at her dress. Mother makes pretty dresses. She thought, slowly losing interest in the conversation. Although it isn't really practical thing, it is pretty. Her thoughts were interrupted by the scary woman she assumed was the Thanade champion. She had to be if she was so openly messing with her blade.

Aray clenched her teeth to hold back her squeak of surprise when the carriage stopped and a blade was drawn. She didn't wish for it to be obvious, but she was pretty sure she moved closer to her champion. She didn't want to look weak in front of the others, she wasn't really. But the sudden event wasn't expected and it had startled the young princess. She admired the Thanade princess for being so composed through the whole ride. Unlike the two other Thanadians. One who tried to end the first conflict, and the one who spoke so disrespectfully. Pity really, she would have thought they would be more composed in the presence of all the other kingdoms. But it seemed like so many of the older royals and champions were acting like this was kindergarten.

The sound of her champions voice pulled her from her thoughts and she bit her lip as she looked at him, Was it really needed to drag out the conflict? Even dragging in a boy who had been silent. Despite the child's innocence, she couldn't help but feel her blood boil at the other Princes word. She was half tempted to blind him for such words. Sure it was Varian's fault for attacking them first, but the prince didn't need to drag her entire kingdom into the squabble. She could almost feel the urge to take off the eyepatch and show them just who they were trifling with. Her powers were more chaotic when she had the eyepatch off and it was always just a tad bit more interesting, although hard to control. She shoved her dark thoughts away, blinking in shock when she realize what had just crossed her mind.

"If you have nothing polite or respectful about my kingdom, then keep it to yourself. I don't want to hear it unless you want to worse about yours, Myndok Prince. " She said, fully intending what she said, remembering what her father had called them before. Aray gazed in his eyes with her good one, hiding any sides of her previous child behavior and replacing it with a look suiting her cold words. It wasn't much of a threat to begin with, but she would not have anyone insulting her people. No matter who it was. "It's not like your kingdom was innocent either." She mumbled, turning to Varian and shaking her head, wishing to end the conflict. Save it for our destination.



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[Heavenchi]

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Aster Honor Brown

Aster was the fourth heir to come abroad the carriage but the first to appear, happy. Or at least, not miserable. She sported a pale blue sleeveless dress and light brown gladiator sandals that reached the bottom of her knees. Smooth green stones attached to thin light copper chains adorned the silk dress. Her attire was the reasoning behind the small smile she displayed. She'd picked out the outfit herself, a luxury she was rarely allowed. Unfortunately Aster's happiness vanished as soon as the Aveoulian heir began to speak. Luckily, Queen Esmeralda's words flared into the young woman's head making her keep up the mute facade and exchange her smile for neutral features. The Myndok prince however, decided not to keep face, and lashed back at the savage. Aster simply turned away from the scene, she'd been expecting it to occur sooner or later. It was when the Thanadian champion spoke did Aster turn to face the others in the carriage. A shiver ran down Aster's spine - this ghostly champion unnerved the princess with her icy demeanor. Aster knew she was primarily one dimensional and hard to read but this girl was just plain emotionless. Aster's caution was quickly replaced with irritation when she fully processed Occidea's little speech. "She just commanded everyone in this carriage- she just commanded royalty," thought Aster, her interlocked hands tightening. "Don't react, don't bite, don't cause a fight" Aster repeated over and over to herself, silently praying to the Erynadian Gods she wouldn't shift and rip the girl's throat out. Aster refocused when she felt the carriage jerk to a stop and heard the sound of a sword being unsheathed. Kass's words made Aster gape. Provoked so soon? Aster's response to her champion's actions was a small shake of her head, disapproval evident in her features yet she remained quiet. It was Lysandra's words and actions that got the most reaction from the Erynadian princess. Before Aster could coach herself out of it, she flicked her wrist and the water bottles closest to the Thandian heir busted, their contents splashing on Lysandra's book sullying the pages. "Princess Lysandra Lyla Morrigan, heir to the Thandian throne, think of that as punishment for so casually talking to my champion without my permission," quoted Aster smoothly, her chocolate eyes glinting with satisfaction. The very same phrase was used by her mother, hopefully the scene to come played out as it did for her mother,with the other royal admitting their wrong doings. With a huff she patted her cheeks lightly to bring their color back and turned towards the window once more. Continuing on as if she'd never damaged the other royal's things. "Just barely within boundaries but powerful- mother would be proud," chirped Aster internally. Could she have done any better? Nope, at least not in her eyes. "My, Gloria did do my curls justice" thought Aster as she admired her faint reflection in the window, casually fluffing her thick mane. So preoccupied and proud of her actions, Aster payed no mind to the Thanadian guard,Yystanian prince or Lwestian princess but simply herself. "Your move Lysandra, your move," thought Aster as she eyed the other woman's reflection, still tending to her rich soil brown hair. "Shoot back, I dare you".

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[The Fluffiest Floof]

Occidea Umbras

Occidea watched as nobody seemed able to contain themselves. Her own heir, of course, kept it mature. The others however all fell back to childish behaviour. First threats, then insults, then more threats mixed with insults. It was a back and forth. And it bored Occidea. Very much so. Not that she would care at that point. Should they do what they seemed fit after all.

That attitude of hers changed soon. The point was reached when the erynadian princess dared to, even if non-fatally, attack the thanadean one. Not that Occidea had a personal connection to the girl. Or cared for her all that much. But still, it was after all the champions job to look after the heir. And Occidea DID take her profession serious. Therefore, she felt bound to intervene. Which she did. Using a bit of the life force she had still stored, she had made sure to be plenty prepared for this journey, which might or might not have costed a few farmers their lives, she used her magic. Out of the carriages bench, skeletal hands shot forth and took a tight hold of Aster, preventing any movement whatsoever. Her dagger still in hand, she had it very near her own throat. As she dragged it along her thumb, it also made a very easy to understand gesture of a throat being cut. "I would watch my actions, Erynadian. You and your champ, who seems to have a favor for the same over exaggerated outbursts you have. Not every of the champs and heirs here will be so forgiving on them as me and her highness. I advise you to keep them in control. For your own sake." The hands disappeared, her dagger going back to where it was before, being played with. She ran the slightly bleeding thumb along her lips, as if applying lipstick. "Take it as friendly advise. My next advise might be less friendly, however."

Just as the time she spoke up before, Occidea went back to her idle state. The hands had gone and her dagger was semi hidden, as it had been. It was all as if she had never spoken up before. And her face had stayed as blank as ever, during the whole incident.

 

[q r o w]

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Lysandra Lyla Morrigan

Sandra payed no mind to the bickering, the Lweste princess and champion seemed to be going after Myndok, and she sisn't care as long as her kingdom wasn't dragged into it. However, Carlisle's comment caused her to snap her head and glare at the guard. A look that could only describe in words as 'we will talk later about this.' The girl's comment and laughter was view by Lysandra as inapproaite and disrespectful in the company of royals. Even if it were in front of soldiers, the live lost to the war were not meant to be laughed and so ... easily spoken about. The princess went to turn back to her book and calmed down the boiling in her blood. Her mother's words ringing in her head. 'Thanade is a kingdom deserving of respect, and you will act as such. Watch the others and don't tarnish the image.' Her brother would have scolded Carlisle in front of the company, but Lysandra preferred to handle matters much, much differently.

She managed to enjoy a few pages more of the book. A book about medicine ironically, considering her power was death. As she went to turn the page she felt the spalsh of water, ruining the pages of her book, and even getting her dress wet. 'My sisters worked hard on this dress, and that was my brother's book. I pray He didn't want it back..' Keeping composer, the girl sighed. Allowing the book to fall out of her hands and into the floor. No need trying to save it when the ink had smudge. She dried off her dress the best she could, even using her fire to dry it with out setting anything alight, hoping her sisters work wasn't a waste. She clasped her hands in her lap and turned to the Eryandian princess with a smile. About to reply before Occidea jumped in and she watched her champion threaten the heir. "Occidea, I appreciate your intent, but a threat nor warning is needed. " She said, giving a nod to the champion in respect. "Now Princess Aster Brown of Erynada, I'm not sure how you know my full name, but if it's an apology you wanted, all you needed to do was ask me. There was no reason to ruin my brothers book. " She said giving a polite smile.

"I also ask that you excuse my companions behaviour." She added, not needing a war over what Occidea said. Turning to both the champion and princess of Erynada, she gave the best bow she could manage sitting down in a wet dress. "I hope we can handle matters like the adults we are to become in the future." She said, before directing her attention to the champion. "I apologize for being casual with you, I do hope you can forgive me." Lysandra said, sincerely. 'if they expect a rise out of me, they won't find one. Mother taught me better than to openly show my anger. I am a grown woman, I can handle matters professionally. Emotions come when you are alone.' "I wish that we can put this matter behind us, Princess. " She said, meeting Aster's eyes with her own black-grey ones, before turning back to Occidea. "Occidea, I don't expect you to apologize, but I do ask that you be more careful of your actions when in others company." Although she was scolding the other. She couldn't help but feel happy that the other had stood up for her and the kingdom.

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She see's the reaction of everyone. Carlisle bit her lip. The royal armourer had warned Carlisle of her vulgar mouth. Still, she carelessly spoke. In the company of her men, the reaction would have been different. She saw the last few years of the war and under those circumstances one pushed aside the pain was with laughter.
"I have dishonored you, my princess. Please forgive me." Carlisle did her best to bow. She turned to the royals. "There is no excuse, my words were in bad taste," she bowed again. "My humblest apologizes." Despite sounding cordial, Carlisle was bashing herself in thought. Her lips tightened, nose wrinkled, and brows seriously, scrunched close. I knew better. Her eyes glanced over her heir. It's funny the way she thought, "her heir" and "my princess". There was a bit of pride in being the one who would be closest to her. Love and devotion was already stirred with her patriotism. My princess was so mature, so youthful, and clean. Even her nails were so well kept. Luckily, Carlisle's hands were hidden beneath hard gloves. Hers were ground to the nub from labor.
The woman's face had a light pink over the cheeks. Embarrassed of her action and delight of serving her princess. Her legs, once a little separated, shut. Her posture was more stiff. There was no time to be fluffy. She focused on herself. Cock. Bad. Humor of the war. Bad. Polite greeting. Good. Bowing. Good. It was soon interrupted by the Lwesten. Carlisle's head turned to the speaking voice. She couldn't help, but lightly scoff then smirk to herself. Honestly, it really was like all the royals thought they were, for the lack of a better word, hot shit. She's seen this behavior before among her men. They're called pissing matches.
Then there was the Erynadian. What. A. C unt. Carlisle's face wore the opinion.
"My princess," Carlisle said attentively. "Allow me-" as she lifted the book for her princess. Her earrings glinted blue and air lightly dried the pages. It saddened to see her princess' possession ruined this way. What happened next made Carlisles' butt clench. What. An. Idiot. Her jaw tightened and her magic stopped. If something were to happen she must be ready for her princess' order. Yes, she can think and take action on her own, however her princess' personality mentioned she liked to handle issues on her own. Her princess' call was to hold off, so she continued to salvage the book, should it please her.
"If you fear you'll singe your dress, I can tend to it," Carlisle let a breeze whisk over her princess. She smiled respectfully. So many bodies in the carriage, it must be getting warm.

 

[Larry]

Reinhold von Löwenburg
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Mood: Thoroughly enjoying the chaos.
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Reinhold couldn't help but snigger at the tirades that had been evoked by his threatening the heir of Myndok and his Champion in tow. Though the young prince wasn't the most appreciative of mind games or being able to see any inherent value in them, his ability at inducing a general level of chaos within the congested carriage itself caused a sneery grin to sneak its way onto the young Aveoulian's face. At one point a blade was unsheathed and was summarily thrusted into the the floor of the carriage itself causing the young man to wonder whether it was Aveoulian craftsmanship that gave the weapon such cutting power. Though many of the royals gave off an air of aloofness, as if they were above such matters of insult and patriotic pride, Reinhold knew that they were doing their best not to respond with the greatest amount of vitriol they could muster in a single comment. Turning his mind away from the raucous crowd for a moment, the young man cast his mind back to a conversation he had with his father on the founding myths of Aveoul. History was an aspect of his tutorage that the young man was always fascinated with, to the extent that he would always search for more books on the matter once his lessons were done. 'Very well my son," recalled his father saying, 'The old tales speak of an ancient people, our forefathers, who were oppressed by a foreign horde from the lowlands, the Niedrige Underdrücker. Seeing the great suffering brought about the Underdrücker, our ancestor, the first of our line, Athlaan from the barren settlement of Löwenburg, beseeched the mighty Draconian deity, Yol-Monah-Kaal, to have mercy upon his people and to deliver them from suffering and oppression. Looking upon these mountainous people, the God of Power looked upon the ancient Aveoulians with sorrow and from His Mighty Heart mercy was poured onto Athlaan's people, to whom he said; To you, O' Athlaan, first of your line, imploring progenitor, I give you some of my blood to liberate your people from these oppressors, and this entwined blood shall be the guarantor of this Covenant between you and I. From now, until the end of time, you are the Dragon's People. And thus, this is how the name Aveoul came to be, for we are the Dragon's People.' The young man opened his eyes as though they were the means by how the story would be concluded, as he turned to the avid, snarky chatter that dominated the carriage.

"It seems that you people will act aloof and be snarky until the sun sets," the young man noted, settling himself into a more comfortable before continuing, "but if we're going to continue talking, we may as well talk about how superior or inferior we are in terms of power or abilities. I possess a general idea of how your nations abilities but I also know that the power of the Heir and the Champion can differ quite greatly, so if you will, why don't we speak in regards to this?" Though Reinhold may seem brash openly when talking about his nation, the young man could notoriously calculated and cerebral, and this case was a good instance in which he would hopefully be able to find counters to their specific abilities. It would also be interesting to glean whether or not they have a penultimate or secret technique that they could unleash as a last resort in battle. The young heir couldn't say for himself that he had such an ability and it was something that infuriated him to no end. Though he possessed the superhuman physical attributes associated with most Aveoulians though to a higher degree, the young man was frustrated as to the further development of his power. Shaking his head as though to physically remove the thoughts from his mind, the young man gazed around at the other heirs, wondering if they were stronger then him and if they were, to what degree? By Lok-Naar-Lii, the young man vowed internally, clenching his fist in a visible sign of intention, I will become stronger, not only for my sake, but for the Dragon's People!

 

[dragonsfire]

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"Two storms of ice and fire, who is to say the victor, the one who dies down last, or the one who causes the most destruction."

Refraining from his immediate urge to respond to the crude nature of the girl accompanying the Thanadian group, who only added onto the unbalanced nature of the composed royal and masquerading crazy person, Varian's head would have jerked toward the scene if not for his dedication to keeping his icy cold glare upon his fellow champion. His self-made adversary had sat there, cold and blank, with no reaction gained Varian sharpened his glare, a few seconds away from speaking up.
Briefly following Varian's actions, the approachment of the very Myndokian prince who had been at the center of the first fight which lead to the very chaos of now, his presence giving Varian the fire to blaze any kingdom to the ground with words.

Everything slowed down, as Varian had begun taking every word in, the Prince had taken a bite of the insult first, defending with his own with swift words, although lackluster they were followed by a slight at his actions, a smile washing across his face almost immediately followed by Varian's own glare redirecting towards him with the same icy cold glare, as if two glaciers were colliding in the very carriage. Followed to that an insult directed towards his own talents and Lweste itself, claiming the cunning nature of both to be mere teases and whimsical taunts.

The young princess, having been the one to garner Varian's attention before any arguments had stirred up decided to respond, leaving Varian full of anxiousness as she talked, her words softly appeared as a warning, festering themselves as a way of telling Varian to refrain until hearing more, something only assured by her shake of the head. A small breath escaped him, his posture then wavered between offended and relaxed, and he reframed his view back at the prince, " Ah yes, no matter who's fault it is for starting the original conflict, and who's restraint showed greater intelligence compared to others, we should refrain from....stirring the pot" His own response altering the judgemental tone of his sentence to a begrudged conclude, one that contained a bit of a mocking nature towards the prince.

Among the end of his own words were not-so-small bits of chaos among the others, being bounds above the simple harsh words, Varian saw a previously crisp and dry book drenched in water...if only accompanied by a fierce hand resembling none other than a human's, retracting from the body of the very lady who had maintained a shape of sculpture, on that it had also returned to. Demonstrations of power and rage bounds upon Varian's own taunts had apparently been going on, although not enough to distract Varian out of his own thought. A wave of nervousness had halfway rushed over Varian before the words of the "partner" to the Myndokian prince had spoken up, alluding to the very gain of information Varian had been planing hours before. "Well, as much as I would love to lie and say our skillsets don't differ much from any other member of our kingdoms, the...actions...of one of us has very much revealed that not to be true" Varian glazing towards the Thanadian champion who had made her own burst of ability display.


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