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 Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 4:36 pm
((Oh how true. ^.^ I suppose I'll have to find a corresponding color for Cara as well when she wakes up ^.^ ))
The moment Ahriman came through the temple doors, Mia dropped her gaze and allowed him to pass. She knew better then to look up at his face. She was not his equal, merely his subordinate. Upon his order, Mia quickly followed behind, her wings spread and lifting her up so that she might drift silently behind him. Walking with her tiny legs would make it too difficult to keep pace with his long purposeful strides.
"All but one my lord." Mia answered immediately after his question. As expected, she was directly behind him, and knew all the details of the business of which he spoke. "The Senator Chamberlain fell ill and found himself unable to attend, so he sent his son in his stead. The boy is well studied in the festival and it's going ons, even if he does not contain his father's experience. Nonetheless, I gave him the information portfolio to study while they waited, in case his father missed a detail. Him and the rest of the committee are currently being kept in the west drawing room until your time permits to see them." Mia paused for a moment, allowing her master time to reply to give her some order concerning the council. It was likely that she had already seen to anything he might think up, but there was an off chance she missed something, or he had some other request she would not be able to guess on her own.
"Also my lord, your seamstress is doing the final alterations on your festival clothing today. I told her that you would not what so much as a thread out of place. They will ready for you to inspect this evening at your leisure."
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 5:29 pm
Iri watched the two leave, considering their words and their interactions. He smiled inwardly. Stretching his wings, he launched from the ground, beating the air with his wings. Within a few seconds he was aloft. With a roar of might and freedom, he departed the forest, following the mystic pull back towards the capitol.
After a short flight, he had returned. Circling in the dark sky, Iri allowed himself to slowly descend. However, something caught his sharp eye: a lithe form climbing the temple. He blinked in surprise as the form fell right into a pile of snow. An elf, a female at that. He felt the foreign draw and felt a protective instinct kick in, much like when he first upon his clutch of eggs with his mate. Thus he chose to land in the street right in front of her, but to her left. He knew he would draw quite a lot of attention to himself. Thus, with a rumble, he began to sing in dragon-tongue, the deep rumble announcing his return. He never roared, opting to sing in his deep voice as opposed to scaring the daylights out of the animals. Within a few minutes, his song ended and he landed in the street, the way cleared. Unlike when he first arrived at the city those many years ago, he no longer dug deep gouges in the road with his claws when he landed or took off. Glancing over his shoulder, he spotted the alley where he last saw the elf, and where his instincts drew him to go. Ignoring them, he folded his wings and began his walk towards the palace, which was short due to where he landed. He never liked to land there anyways. Landing in the street gave him a chance to get a look at those around him. It also gave those around him a chance to get a look at him. The more who acknowledge his presence without fear, the better.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 11:24 pm
((Gah. I should have had a post before now but whatever. I'm glad to see the RP gained several pages though so you guys were still busy.))
Gareth smiled over towards Gmurk before he replied towards his wages, deciding to keep his offer exceptionally low. Charging exorbitant prices for a simple task anyone with the proper training could achieve was a recipe that could only sully his reputation and diminish his business both in the short and long run. "My rate is negotiable my soon-to-be employer. I only ask for a minimum of one gold mark a day, though depending on what else you care to offer I can drop it to a mere five silver marks instead." The economic system in Samiel was quite efficient in its own simple way, as the lowest form of metallic currency, copper, scaled neatly into the third, gold by way of dividends. Ten copper coins was the equivalent to a silver, and ten silver equaled one single gold. Of course, this did not take into account the inherent worth of gemstones both for finances and mystic applications; to wit, gems were the highest form of payment followed by the coins. Most mercenaries established their own on-going rate, so it had been wise of the goblin to ask in advance before actually taking him on.
Truthfully, it ultimately didn't matter the exact amount of how much the mercenary was to be paid. He enjoyed his profession so much that he was willing and able to take on the lowest paying contracts just to make ends meet. His living expenses were far from astronomical, and he at best had small safe houses to keep himself away form anyone curious about his true nature. His elven appearance had lent itself to concealing his human half, but certain species were known to enjoy the flesh of humans and his particular heritage made him a welcome target to such abominations. Of course, with his limited experience of most of the races on Mythomortia versus the varieties on Mythocentria, he hadn't yet discovered how much danger there was to be had if he ran into, say, a Caellus or worst yet, a Black-Scale Mer. "If you wish to hire me here and now I'd be happy to arrange the paperwork via the Guild, particularly since you seem to be in a hurry." With that Gareth nodded and directed his attention back to the bar as a whole to keep himself entertained.
That was before he saw her dancing however. He should have paid more attention to the flirtatious wink from that waitress, as something had not rung true about the manner in which she simply glided through the room. He knew first hand that her wink had been a professional gesture aimed at exploiting her clientele's weakness for beautiful women, as he had spent a large amount of time dealing with such workers. To say that mercenaries spent time around serving girls, courtesans, waitresses and sex slaves would be one of the single greatest understatements pertaining to his kind. He had to admit, she certainly knew how to use her looks to her advantage, but he was too cautious to believe she had a genuine interest in him. Too often that simply led him into scenarios he had been better off avoiding, had he not been sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen at the time...
From the onset of the dwarvish woman acting as an announcer he grew intrigued with the next performer, only to be pleasantly surprised when the waitress herself came onto the stage. Well now, this should be something quite interesting. Human slaves are often kept for fun by their masters, and trained well to please. I should have guessed she was one of them, sad though that is to assume there's no truly free humans around. His thoughts cut off as he stood in placing watching her dance as though the most complicated maneuvers were simply going through the paces for her, each subtle dip of her hips, every flash of her entire form in motion like poetry incarnate, left him considering a decision regarding The Blossom's Rest. It was purely professional of course, though he had enjoyed her dance overly much, and he was wondering if he could use her dances to his advantage.
After she was done on stage the mercenary turned back to the bar trying to seek out an owner to speak to. Buying the slave directly was somewhere in the realm of impossibility he was sure; after all, who would willingly lose such a prize here in the desert of all regions? But he could aim to come to an 'understanding' with her owner. Using her dances to entertain particular employers would make his efforts of consolidating contracts for himself and the Guild a much easier affair, so long as he kept out of the 'official' channels. The Ateris owners of the Guild in Samiel strongly frowned upon the idea of not having their hand in every possible form of employment for sell-swords, and if he was caught trying to make deals for himself he would be reprimanded. Which of course meant flayed with a barbed flaming whip until the flesh melted from his bones and his scorched corpse left to rot over the ramparts of the city walls.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 11:27 am
((Eh I suppose there's no real giant hurry. Just better to keep up so you don't get left behind.))
You see? Perfection. Ahriman continued walking down the castle corridors as he listened to the servant go through every detail. He would have commented on the fairy's success, but it was more than expected and he did not expect her, nor her sister, to fail that standard of work.
"Have the Senator sent a get-well gift as per the usual arrangement." Ahriman stated first. Sending a gift was a good way to keep up appearances. A basket consisting of wine from the castle's reserves, some luxurious delicacy from the outer kingdoms, etc - people were easily pleased, there was little need to put much thought into it.
The update on his get up for the festival came at a good time. The evening was free. He would fit that in between the late day activities.
As far as seeing the group went, there was something for him to do first. They arrived at Ahriman's quarters and the Lord opened the door. "Wait outside." He commanded as he stepped inside and closed the door. There it was, right on his desk.
Ahriman walked over to the wooden piece of furniture and grabbed the scroll of paper now laying there. He held it loosely on one side. "Message delivered." Ahriman spoke, and the scroll opened up by itself, uncurling into a page, revealing the writing on it. This was the report by the High Council agents concerning the assassination of the Sixth Seat, who for this very reason had been unable to attend the earlier meeting.
There were details about the attacker's use of magic, infiltrating the confines of the duke's palace and how they were in his room when he was to prepare for departure. Evidence, clues and sightings supporting their belief that it was who they thought it was. The chase even... Further report to be expected.
"Message received." Ahriman spoke, and the parchment burnt to ashes in his hands from fire that had apparently born of naught but the thin air. The Walls were closing in on their enemies. Soon there would be less worries in their world.
Ahriman returned to the hallway soon after, not having taken particularly long. "Have the committee meet me in the throne room." Ahriman would have headed there now himself, but he stopped as he could hear something quite well even there inside the castle. "... Have General Irilentath told I will meet him once I have concluded my discussion with the Festival Committee." The dragon's... 'song' was quite unique and easily recognized, but he was busy right now.
The skeletal lord put one foot in front of the other then and marched, through the various corridors, to the throne room. He would meet with his guests and get this over with, then see what the dragon wanted. Then it might be a good time to see his festival outfit. It was good having everything planned, organized. Nothing out of order.
The throne room was considerably large with many chandeliers in the high ceiling lighting it up. Large red banners hung from the walls, with a bright white rose emblazoned on each. The Diamond Rose, symbol of Mystocentria. Perfect representation of Mysto's innocence, beauty and grace. The throne stood on a small platform above the ground, to which there was a low set of steps. The entire room was made of the white stone that the rest of the Silver Hall was, and the throne itself shined brightly due to the pure silver it was crafted from. Along the middle of the floor, up to the throne, went red carpeting. It matched the comfortable looking red cushioning covering the seat, back and armrests of the throne.
Ahriman went to take his seat, all of the guards and servants bowing their heads as he entered and only lifting them once he had sat down. He simply waited now for the arrival of his guests.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 1:36 pm
Iri breathed in as he smelled the fires of the inhabitants in the city. It was alive, much like a blaze. Those that burned brighter, he could tell, were fire affinities. However, the fires of life were all around him. He was very relaxed in this environment of life. Thus, he thrummed to himself, a term used much like the elven term of "humming." However, his casual mood was destined to be shortened. A messenger of the court ran up and presented himself with a curt salute. "General. Lord Ahriman sends his regards and will meet with you once his commitments are complete." Iri snorted and replied with a deep rumble, "Very well, I shall wait for him in the courtyard. Tell him to wake me when he wishes to meet. I wish to nap off my meal first." He watched the messenger leave. A drake being called upon like a measly court attendant. Humorous. Dealing with nobles left him with heartburn, thus he curled up smack dab in the center of the courtyard, curling his body around the base of the statue of Mysto in the center, a smaller version of the one in the temple. Some took it as his way of showing allegiance to Mystocentria and Mysto herself. It was, in fact, one of the warmest places to curl around for the large drake, as even this normally cool statue contained a certain flame to it that he could only see. In a few short seconds, his breathing had calmed and he napped away his meal and the time.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 1:38 pm
((Oh btw I was wondering what we would make the monetary system! So glad you put it down Zerix. Covered everything, even gems. Flawless! Very happy to have that implemented. Would be best to adopt it to all civilized lands whereas less industrialized places would go by what the species around personally value.))
A single mark of Gold? Gmurk looked puzzled for a moment. Oh this had to be a trap. Suspicious elf.. human.. person that likes to eavesdrop, carries sword in public and then offers the sweetest possible deal for bodyguard work. Gmurk instantly looked around the many patrons of the establishment, trying to see if there were any figures he could recognize as an old enemy or the like, that had hired this mercenary to act as he did.
Drunken men and women alike at very table... His enemy was either very good at what they did, or very bad. It could not be the man himself could it? Gmurk turned his keen eyes on Gareth, and he went over his features as if examining a fine piece of silverware with a strangely low price tag. Gmurk thought of himself as lucky, but was he this lucky? Then again he had played with poorer odds before, and he could not argue with himself in this matter. He was too pressed for time...
Gmurk turned his attention to the scenery full of loud drinkers and kept his calm. "... How about we make it 7 gold, and let's say the paperwork... was eaten by a sand scorpion on the trip? You'll just notify the guild you're off on a trip to see your grandmother, and you will be back before they notice." The Goblin offered, hoping to avoid any necessary complications or a paper trail. His business did not operate in any official book, yet he made a lot more money than numerous legitimate salesmen. "If there's an issue of ethics, you know you''ll be able to take the one coin and give the rest to whoever might have a problem." Grease the wheels as it were. What would his employer care if there was chance for greater profit? Unfortunately not all people operated with the same loose morals as the smuggler.
The man appeared to suddenly become quite distracted as the lady who had been serving him got onto the stage. There was only one thing Gmurk could appreciate about that, and it was not the fancy dance moves. Right away the goblin realized there may be something else he could offer this 'Gale' instead of money...
How much did a human dancer go for, maybe a solid fifty, eighty gold? He could deal with that cost in favor of his coming profit. Fairies... well past the 300 mark... His mouth watered at the thought of catching one of those again and bringing it to a noble Mystocentrian. Those funnily dressed people bought anything that would make other people think they were more important than others. Ah the slave trade, so very profitable, but such an annoyance to deal with. Food and accommodation costs, escapees... Barely worth the effort. Frankly he rather go fetch fresh drake hides.
Gmurk shook his head to bring him back to reality. The dance having ended, he nudged the taller man's side with his elbow to get his attention. "Or, perhaps I could provide you with some.. companionship, just in case you get bored during such a dull trip to.. See your grandmother." The Goblin presented the half-elf with a crooked grin of sharp yellowed teeth. It could not be too costly. How much would it be to rent a human girl for a week or so? Even less than his earlier estimates. Gmurk maintained a positive attitude just thinking of the money promised to him for delivering his new cargo.
((I'll post with Ahriman only after his dearest servants are given the chance to reply))
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 2:39 pm
((Um....how did Iri already get the message when Mia hasn't sent anyone to send it yet? Oh well...I'll look over the small detail.))
Mia nodded periodically as Ahriman gave his various orders. "A get well gift was already sent the Senator this morning as per the usual arrangement. A basket of the palaces finest wine and truffles from the south. Quite the delicacy I've been told. And of course a hand written message from my lord expression your deepest sympathies." In such notes of well wishes and sympathy, Mia and Cara had signed their master's name so many times it was a question if they didn't sign it better then Ahriman himself.
While Ahriman was in his personal quarters, Mia produced a leather bounded ledger of all of Ahriman's schedules, activities, orders, and anything else that was considered useful information when dealing with the general. The book was not essential to serving the Master, though it did make it much easier for information to flow smoothly between the two sisters. Mia added a few additional notes for her sister later while she waited for Ahriman, and checked his scheduled for anything she might have missed. The moment he left the room, Mia followed closely behind as expected without order. "Of course my lord. I will leave immediately and let the council know you are ready for them. And his lord General Irilenthath will receive the message of course."
With her orders, Mia took her leave from her master, and disappeared off to the west wing, fluttering down the hall carried by her golden wings. Upon reaching the door, Mia let her feet touch the floor and walked in the drawing room, down casting her eyes and curtsying for the council members. "The General will see you now. If you will just follow me, I will bring you to the throne room." Once the men and women gathering there things and readied themselves, Mia lead them back down the gilded hall, walking this time so that they would easily be able to keep up. She walked in the throne room first, merely to announce their prescience. "My lord General, the Festival Committee is here." She said, stepping aside to allow the committee entrance to the room, before slipping back out the door behind them. She left only to find a messenger to deliver the message that Ahriman directed her to send, finding a fellow fairy to do the job. From there she moved through the halls until she was technically behind the throne room. Going through a door, she found herself in a viewing gallery of sorts, where she would be completely unseen by the committee, but Ahriman of course would know she was there. Sitting herself down in one of the velvet seats, she opened the ledger onto her lap and prepared to take any notes that her master would want saved for later.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 3:45 pm
((Oh I noticed that one. For future reference Drunkie, even when you want to post quite badly, please leave details like Ahriman's orders to his servants be carried out by them. Its only fair to give Green her post and gives her more to do to cover such details. Realistic too.))
Ahriman nodded as the fairy presented the group of people, accepting them to his presence. He was sitting, his back straight, in his throne and his arms resting on the armrests. His silver mask still covered his features, an appropriate part of the outfit he wore to see these guests and that steel cold gaze fell upon the people currently bowing to him.
"Rise." Ahriman commanded them and each person lifted their heads. The group looked at each other before one of them stepped forward, apparently a man of much younger age than the rest. Perhaps the young replacement for the ill senator?
"I understand there has been a change in the plans for this year." Ahriman asked, his voice booming throughout the open room.
"Y-yes, your Lordship." The Arcanisan stammered just slightly and in his nervousness, bowed again. Certainly not one used to his presence quite as much as the others, though few were. "We feel that.. perhaps it would be best if the sky could be cleared, even if for the duration of the float ride, as we worry the snow and cold may hinder the proceedings, your lordship."
A point they always wanted to raise. It could only be done if he met with the High Councillor of magic, which was impossible given the time frame. "Denied. I will however see to it that the Care Taker's of Mysto's Grace... our city Firemen, are paid enough to partake in any extra duties that may be required." Ahriman replied and gave them a separate solution.
"T-thank you, your lordship." The young elf replied hurriedly. All this time, he had not dared lift his eyes all the way to the altar, settling looking at the floor just halfway over to there.
After a slight silence, Ahriman continued, "next order of business?" The talker appeared to have been shocked awake and he went through his papers before talking.
"The committee.. uhm.. Feels it may be better to delay the morning speech.. Until noon. It would give more people the chance to attend and we would delay the float ride and final speech accordingly. We also feel that, uhm... This would help local merchants set up their wares in time for the interval, as well as the firemen to carry out all their morning duties."
The seers of the skies had reported unexpected snowfall during the night before the festival. That seemed more than reasonable. "Accepted. I will make sure my personal schedule is altered accordingly and make sure you receive the updated version in time." The Lord replied, his voice ever confident.
The young elf seemed to relax a little more and glanced back at his fellows before continuing. "N-next. At the request of Haeriyn'moor's most esteemed director Hannselm, and his theater group the Silver Sirens, we would ask you to allow the group to perform their newest play, The General's Stand, at the end of the interval period held after the float ride. The start of the Speech of Rebirth would meet accordingly with the end of the act. We were told you had been to view this show earlier in the year and..."
"I have." Ahriman interrupted, not wanting the boy to take so very long in trying to finish what he was saying. "The man who goes by the stage name Hannselm is a friend to my royal court. You may inform him that his group may perform, but it must not take any longer than you have stated." He did not want the play to drag and delay the activities after it. Ahriman had no issues with the play, it was effectively carried out by the team of actors and the ministers that had been viewing it's premier were impressed. The public would appreciate it.
"Is that all?" Ahriman raised his voice, quite hoping they were not going to go too far in their requests. It would be disgraceful for them to display greed just because he was being generous.
"Yes, your Lordship, we -" A female elf in the group had spoken up, but was interrupted by the younger man. "W-we would a-appreciate it if the Lord General considered r-removing his m-mask in public and a-aallowing his people to ... See his face?" It was hard to follow his quick speech, and the end was so silent he was not sure he heard it right. Ahriman tapped his fingers on the armrest of his seat while considering it.
"... Denied." He answered simply. "Our session is over. Thank you. My servants will show you the way out." The regular members of the festival committee recognized that ending as... Less than preferable. The Lord, if in good spirits, tended to thank them for their graceful behavior and wish Mysto's protection to them, which he had not. The Senator Chamberlain would no doubt hear of it from them.
The festival committee members all bowed deeply as they exited, pulling along their youngest member with certain hurry in their actions. Once they were all gone Ahriman waited for his personal servant to come to his side. "I require my royal cloak as I am to go outside to meet with General Irilentath. The courtyard must be cleared of all other presences, but of your own." Ahriman detailed the requirements of his next task. The fairy would be needed to take account of what the Generals spoke of, Ahriman liked keeping tabs on such important exchanges of information. He also assumed for the girl to have taken all appropriate notes and make the proper changes to his festival schedule. It would be moved just by a few hours, but a few precise hours.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 4:17 pm
"That is none of your concern, elf. Leave me be." Romhild did not shout or raise her voice as she spoke. She did, however, make no effort what-so-ever to hide the sheer annoyance she felt at dealing with the unusual elf. First he announces an intent to kill her, then as soon as he hears that she's human, he's suddenly following her like a lost puppy? Nothing about this situation seemed like anything other than completely and utterly suspicious. It was at that point that she couldn't help but start softly grumbling to herself about 'stupid elves' and their 'stupid mind games' as she quickened her pace, hoping that the fool would get a hint and just leave her alone. Or fall into a pit and bleed to death. Either would be lovely.
Just as her preformance ended, Aamira glided off stage, maintaining just as much fluidity and grace in her every movement as she had before and during her dance. Her preformance was a grand success it seemed. Then again, when wasn't it? Aamira's body was slender and flexible, one that had been carefully trained for her line of work for most of her life. Not only that, but the other girls were just so lazy and didn't practice their trade nearly as often as she. Not only that, but many of them never bothered to talk with the customers - to get to know their tastes and interests. Many of the other girls were only interested in being rewarded, in playing around, or in when they would next be fed. One doesn't become the master's favorite 'pet' for nothing, after all. It takes hard work, knowing one's audience, and perhaps a bit of kissing up to the master every now and again. That's what made her the best of the best, or so Aamira loved to believe at least.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 5:46 pm
As Mia listened to the meeting, she took all the appropriate notes and changes to Ahriman's schedule. She made a clicking noise with her tongue listening to the committee trying to get their way. They had no respect for the law of corrosion it seemed. Nor for her master. They should be grateful he took the time out of his day to attend the festivals at all, instead of making more requests on him. He was Mysto's chosen General after all, and deserved that respect. Not to mention a little privacy, such a rare thing in such a high esteemed man's life, is well deserved.
Once the meeting was clearly adjourned, Mia left the viewing room and made her way to the main door of the throne room to meet Ahriman. He was expecting her of course, ready with further instructions. "Of course my lord. I will fetch your cloak immediately. Also, I will have a revised copy of your festival scheduled left in your study this evening for your approval." Mia curtsied, and hovered off towards Ahriman's chambers. His cloak was easily found, in his wardrobe where it was expected to be. Draping the heavy fabric over one arm, she left his chambers again, making a quick trip to her's and Cara's own chambers to grab her cloak, and then headed for the courtyard. She slipped on her own cloak before going outside to clear the courtyard, her wings fitting easily through the specially cut slits in the back. As the only person in the courtyard was the other Elemental General, Mia merely needed to tell all the guards at the various entrances that the two generals were meeting and that they would not be disturbed.
Her current duties completed, Mia returned to her lord's side, hovering to the side of him. "Your cloak my lord." Mia said, eyes downcast, her arms holding out his cloak for him to take. "The General awaits you in the courtyard. The guards have been informed to not allow anyone else in until your business is complete."
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 7:25 pm
Llewelyn had seen the Dragon land, and some people had stopped to observe and listen to the song, but she did not join them. She was much too anxious to take advantage of her new freedom. She first made her way into the market place.
Hidden within her silver cloak, her eyes traced the lavish booths as they prepared for the festival. They were decorated with bells, braids, bright colors, instruments, wreaths, and flowers native to the lands. She smiled smoothly, looking over the goods. How wonderful these things were! Of course they had things in the palace—everything she could ever want, but there was some charm to these that the things in the Silver Hall did not have. Perhaps because she knew someone had worked hard to be able to sell these.
In one of the booths, something in particular caught her eye. It was a silver knot that never ended (a usual symbol for the goddess as well as wisdom and purity) with a blue-green gem-stone nestled in the middle. It was simple, but Llewelyn could not help but stare. Most of her jewelry was lavish and elaborate, but this held so much meaning. She gently reached out, grasping it with her fingers. Noticing the merchant was observing her, she offered a radiant smile. “This is beautiful, did you make it?”“My daughter did, milady.”
“She has a talent.” Llewelyn remarked, placing the necklace back down. Just as she did, another hand picked it up—this one extending it towards the Merchant.
“I would like to purchase this for the lady, please.”
Llewelyn looked up quickly.
An elvish man stood before her. He was tall, regally pale with leaf green eyes. His hair was white, his features sharp, but he smiled kindly down at her. “It suits you too well,” he chuckled.
Llewelyn quickly put her head down and turned to walk away, but the man caught her by the arm. “Wait,” he said in a hushed tone. “I did not mean to frighten you, milady.”
She turned back towards him, lifting her eyes so they met. Llewelyn felt her breath escape her. The man reaching for her was handsome. Slowly, she released her tensions.
The man spoke again, “My name is Mahnway Ulrich.”
“Llewelyn.” The girl replied softly.
“Llewelyn…” Her name rolled off his tongue like silver. She smiled slightly at the sound; his voice was like music.
Her eyes rolled over him. He was dressed in leather armor, light—he must have been a bow-men at the lines, fighting the rebels, sworn to protect the High Council and the Goddess. She could see that he must have returned for the festival, and that he was wearing his own silver Eternal knot around his neck. Mahnway was honorable.
Mahnway bought the necklace and opened the clasp. “Come, let me put this on you.”
Feeling a bit weak-kneed and succumbed by her sudden feelings, Llewelyn complied. She lowered her hood. Hearing a slight gasp from him, she turned nervous. Had he recognized her? It was impossible, seeing as she never left the Silver Hall. No one knew what the Eleventh Seat looked like, and yet she was suddenly paranoid.
“Oh,” he chuckled. “It’s nothing…you’re just very beautiful.”Her eyes shifted away. She turned her back to him and lifted her braid. Mahnway then clasped the necklace around her neck, his finger tips gently brushing the back of her neck, turning her by the shoulders to face him. He smiled, giving a nod of approval. “I was right. It was made for you.”
Llewelyn caught his eyes again with her own. They seemed drawn to each other, nearly pulled by their glances. He was breathless, she at a loss. Finally, she allowed her voice to return.
“Thank you.”
“You are welcome…Llewelyn.”
((just some romance for Llewelyn :3))
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 7:41 pm
Xevrex walked up, carrying the large buster sword on his back and two smaller ones at his waist, also behind hi. "Lead, we've found a good spot for camp. We've set up..." The man trailed off after spotting Romhild. "Mercenary or Rebel?" The human stepped up and drew the massive sword from his back, holding it out in front of him with both hands. "Answer or I'll have to destroy a potential threat to our operations in this area." The man had a small insignia on his cloak, a symbol of one of the rebel groups local to the area.
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Vexrion drew his blade again and sighed. "One last chance. What are you? Be warned, I trained Xevrex personally. He's a very powerful warrior. Much better than you, much stronger as well. DO you see that sword? He could cleave you in half without trying. So, are you one of them? Or one of us?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 3:22 am
"So I can't just be some poor passerby who took up the blade so I could defend myself?!" Romhild exclaimed, no longer able to talk rationally with the elf. She was sick and tired of this stranger metaphorically forcing himself on her. He was no real rebel. He was either a very stupid spy or a fool. "You elves are all the same, I swear! You fail to realize just how dangerous this world is! I'm human and a woman. What do you think it means for me to be a free, homeless person of my kind?! Let me tell you: Centaurs, Werewolves, Fettishistic Elves, hungry Goblins, hungry Harpies, and whatever else might be out there! It's only reasonable that I, both for the sake of my life and chastity, at the very LEAST know how to fight!" she exclaimed, far more mistrustful of elves than she was desperate for allies. It would take quite a bit to prove to Romhild that this elf was what he said he was, that this newcomer wasn't just a partner or loyal slave, that she had to swallow her pride and eventually make use of some elf or another.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 5:05 am
"Hmm... I suppose you make sense. But unfortunately, we can't let anyone risk operations." He sheathed his sword and snapped his fingers. "Book her. Take her back to camp and treat her with every kindness." Vexrion started to walk his way back to the camp, leaving Xevrex to capture the girl.
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Xevrex nodded and stepped up close to the girl. "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to take you to camp." He pulled a length of rope from a hidden pocket and frowned. "WE can either just do this with no fight, or I can knock you out and get this done. So how are you going to go about this?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 7:03 am
((So Vex I noticed you made two characters of the same occupation for the same cause to work together for you. Not to worry, just an observation on my part.))
Ahriman waited patiently, staying in his throne - looking rather relaxed as he did. The room was silent, guards on the edges against the wall standing like statues, a few servants with their heads bowed down ready for orders... Everything was simply proper.
When the fairy returned and presented him with his cloak, he stood. The Lord grasped the garment and swung it over his back, secured it at the neck and pulled the hood over the back of his head. He would have taken his swords as well was it not such an immediate matter, not to fight with but as a sign of strength. Who knew what the Dragon might want.
Without saying another word, Ahriman stepped past his servant and began walking ahead. It did not take particularly long for him to arrive outside, his brisk march carrying him quite swiftly. Ahriman descended the small staircase from the large entrance doors to the courtyard, only to find Irilentath sleeping around the statue right in the midst of the open area.
"Awake, Iri." Ahriman commanded loudly. Strictly first name basis between the Generals of course, being the only figures of equal rank. He rather not have to go any further in his attempts to wake up the beast, goodness knows how hard he would slap the creature if it seemed necessary.
While the dragon was nice to see, and Ahriman was keen on covering certain topics with him, the meeting could come at a better time. The only time he was busier than during festival preparation was in wartime, especially when he had to participate. There ought to be a good reason for Irilentath's presence of course.
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