Ashaland (read first post)

[Claude Faustus]

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RP start.  

[Toli Bera]

Wordlessly he stood on his own away from the others. his long dark brown hair the color of mahogany swirlled caught in a wind he would have on any other day have concidered playful. but watching over the scene before him his mood was far from levity. with a hand ready on the hilt of his blade he studied the figures standing before him. Men in battle dress ready to attack. with a smooth liquid motion he drew his blade. and readied himself for the moment of first strike. the gravel under his feet crunched softly in the late spring air. at first slow and calculated. then into a quick sticcato of footfals as he rushed forward his rapier blade more like a whip than a sword as he cut into the figures. they did not cry out in pain, nor fall to the ground as he peirced their bodies with his blade. as he worked his way through the heart of the crowd he fet a sharp pain to the back of his head. he haulted turning to look.

One of the practice dummies stood rocking on its base the elbow of the maniquin pointed back at him as if mocking him for his folly. he frowned and re-sheathed his blade. exiting the training exercise glad that none had witnessed him loosing to an inanimate enemy.  

[Claude Faustus]

Sabyien walked slowly, the great halls of the central palace where peaceful and quiet, but with his elven-ears he could hear whispering from down the hall.
The young Highlord of Ashaland paused at a set of double doors, he gave an exasperated sigh before pulling the doors open.

Inside where several beautiful young women. All slender and fair-haired, all the girls where pureblood nobles. Sabyien found himself staring as it sometimes happens when when faced with such a sight. At least, he had broken the habit of letting his mouth drop open.

"There you are." a deep voice gently chided. His father, a tall man dressed in enveloping robes stepped forwards. "My Son, let me introduce you..." Darren, his father was half demon half Ashlanian., Which in turn gave Sabyien unusal coloring for an Ashalanian.

Most of the people of Ashaland where fair, golden-haired with light shade of eyes. Blond hair and blue eyes marked most the nobles.

Sabyien, however, was raven-haired and had deep blue colored eyes. Darren his father had passed on his coloring to his son but not his demonic features.

Darren took on Sabyiens' hand in a clawed one and brought him forwards to introduce him to one of the girls. The young Highlord smile politely, but inside he was balking. He knew it was because of the last meeting when one of the elder-knight had commented that the HighLord didn't seem to have had a betrothed of his own.
This news, of chorse, spread thought the Central City and the surrounding countryside like a raging flame gone unchecked. Since last month, Sabyien had been receiving Letters of Proposal from various different families, images of the girls, letters from the Girls themselves and gifts of roses. (Which where his favorite.)  

[Toli Bera]

Masaya retired from the training grounds. since returning with Sabyien from his training he had kept a continuous regiment of working himself in bothhis physical prowess and his knowledge of battle tactics. being a largely in experianced armsman he had found it suprising when the highlord had accepted him tto be his squire, and moreso when he had been named his general without serving in the military ranks.

by birth he was a son of a winemaker. whos only noble connection had been gambled away in games of drunken chance. leaving naught but a destitute family ranked in name only. However, as this chance had arisen to become the highlords squire Masaya had proven himself to be an apt pupil. working diligently, not so much as he wanted to learn, but rather out of what he saw as his duty. the lineage on his mothers side had been a rather mysterious concotion his father never fully divulged. one day she was a servant girl to the highords with a lineage almost sacred in its servitude, while other days she was a great barbarous queen who ruled beyond the horizon. Masaya doubted the latter tale as one of a drunkards fiction and perfered not to know, lest the truth be far more unsavoury.  

[Claude Faustus]

Darren frowned he could tell that Sabyien was getting rather anxious to leave, but he had promised the girls' families that they would have ample time to make an impression on the Young HighLord.

Thought, he had a feeling that such meetings would come to nothing. The half demon had noticed a change in his son's behavior when he got back from the long three months of training with his new squire,
He sighed, seeing Sabyien graciously accepting a small token from a Girl. The boy had changed alright, he had quickly made his squire his General. which caused quite an uproar among the Knights of Ashaland. Such a position would be better suited of a man with more experience and years.

What was more, Sabyien had taken to sneaking out of his rooms at night. suspecting that the young man already had a lover, he had agreed to let the young noble women to meet him, in hopes that he would chose a bride and ease his fear.
The High Lord having a secret lover would be trouble. ALOT of trouble.  

[Toli Bera]

MAsaya made his way through the winding halls and rooms of the laberenthine palace to his quarters overlooking the training yard with a groan of sore muscles he removed first his armor arranging it carefully for his next training session, then the padded mdlayer which was specificly weighted to hep him improve his strength. though he frowned seeing one of the sand-filled pockets had torn somewhere between the training ground and his bedroom loosing its contents along the way. Masaya Sighed, atleast this would give the servants a job to attend to. he put it down to be mended andd peeled off his kast layer. as per usual his bath was waiting for him in the ante chamber, carefully he eased himself into the water and closed his eyes to soak for a moment.

he wondered, would this be the day sabyien chose another to love? their romance had been fast coming, and he suspected, just as quick to end. he drew his knees to his chest. he did love the man dearly. but being the highlord sabyien would be more likely to choose a woman to wed instead of taking him as his lover in public. that was the fear that kept him awake at night long after the noble visited him. he slid under the surface, his green eyes looking up at the shifting surface in mute wonder as long as his breath would allow.  

[Claude Faustus]

Sabyien had left as politely and graciously soon as he was able. Avoiding his Father's disapproving gaze he hurried out of the Room, mumbling excuses.

Sabyien hurried down the marbled halls, his slippered feet making no sound on the plush carpets, His long robes swirled around him as he peeked around a corner to see if the guards had left as ordered.
Pushing back his long black hair, Sabyien walked along a veranda, which overlooked the training arena where Masaya usually trained at this time of day. The High Lord had made sure that he could at least see him once during the day even if they had agreed not to disclose their secret affair.

It was difficult, acting aloof during meetings, avoiding too much direct eye-contact to even give his Father an inkling of what was going on.
Sabyien had died a little inside during the last meeting with the Captains. Masaya, as General, had to speak with them about re-positioning the scouts along the southern border only turning once to the Highlord for his approval.
So close and yet so far....

He was disappointed anyways as he peered over the walkway. It looked like Masaya had cut his training early today. Sabyien sighed and walked on towards the gardens. Perhaps if he could arrange to see him somehow before tonight.  

[Toli Bera]

Masaya slowlyu climbed out of the tub dying himelf and dressing in a light silk robe with a heavier wool covering. he moved to his door and eased it open having a craving for apples. the large tree in the gardens, it had also been the site of his and sabyiens most dangerous rendezvous since returning to the palace. he touched his lips at the memory and blushed slightly. these thoughts were best forgotten at the moment should anyone suspect them.

casually he stole down the servants stair to the gardens it was the fastest route, as well it had the fewest people to encounter. he opened the heavy ironwork door stepping outside into the sunlight.  

[Claude Faustus]

The smell of Fresh growing apples filled this garden, Sabyien smiled as he plucked a fresh peach growing from one of trees.
Ashlanians had a knack and love for growing things. Tall living Trees where incorporated in the designs of the palace. The many gardens laced the grounds, filled with Trees in fruit and lots of flowers.
This Garden of fresh growing fruit was on of his favorites o pass thought on the way to his Father's personal rose garden.
This was only one of several fresh fruit gardens. The others where closed off to allow the tress to bare more fruit.  

[Toli Bera]

Masaya had come around a hedge to collect himself some fruit when he saw sabyien doing the same. he held back watching him pluck a peach off the tree then proceed into the kings rose garden. he smiled glad to se the young noble was alone before he collected a few pieces for himself. while keeping at a respectful distance he followed keeping an eye out for observers. "Sire, how does this day find you? well I hope." he commented casually. maintaining the facade of being a loyal servant and nothing more.  

[Claude Faustus]

At the sound of his voice Sabyien momentary froze, his heart beating wildly. he responded in cool even tones. "No worse for wear." he said, taking his time to chose out another ripe peach. "Today is bright and the wind is fresh..."
He plucked a peach and quickly glanced around, there didn't appear to be anyone watching. But it was better not to take any risks in daylight.

He walked towards Masaya, his heart pounding in his chest, he couldn't quite keep from blushing nor his legs from beginning to weaken, he was still passionately in love with Masaya and it showed in his deep cobalt eyes as he looked at his lover.

"I should go out and enjoy the wind a bit..." He said as he slowly walked past Masaya, privately handing him one of the peaches as he passes by, stealing one more gaze and mouthing a promise. "...tonight."  

[Toli Bera]

to see the nod masaya gave to sabyien was to see the very wind itself. "i would offer to fly with you sire but my wings have been sore as of -late-." he explained being careful how he entoned his words before walking away through the rose garden studying each bloom to try and slow the rush he felt. he sat, eating his apple the wool cover-robe draped across his lap with the apples within it. he ate slpwwly savouring each sweet bite and continued to watch out feeling himself not alone in the garden.  

[Claude Faustus]

Sabyien nodded, leaving reluctantly. He as passed along his message and was happy to have received a confirmation. He was smiling as he wandered along the path in his father's garden.

Later that nigh,t Sabyien lay in bed, counting the moments when the time would be right to leave his room. A book lay abandoned on his bedside table a spent lamp glowed lowly.
An hour later, Sabyien got out of bed and wrapped himself in a light silk house robe. Ducking behind a tapestry, he opened a hidden door that lead down a secret passage.  

[Toli Bera]

Masaya spen the evening wairting for the sun to set, then the crawling hours pacing in his room. When the late hour came, tolled by the distant bells he knew it was time.he moved to his wal and put his weight against a shelf moving it aside. these old tunnels ran throughout the castle, ancient escape routes used should invaders storm the buiding. though inside one particularly twisted path they had found a hidden room. it was soon turne into their secret love-nest far away from prying eyes.  

[Claude Faustus]

Sabyien Held the light-stone, lighting the others filling the small camber with a soft light.
He had brought in cushions and tapestries to cover the bear stone walls, the thick carpets also muffled any echos.

He smiled as he covered a row of round airholes along one wall, making sure that the light did not show outside. He wanted to talk to Masaya most of all.