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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 9:24 am
 Upon openning a large wooden door, the dim lighting from an array of candles and a fireplace illuminate the oversized room. The walls around the room have been dyed deep crimson and the floors; a mixture of dark and light grey stones, carefully laid out. A small window, paned in stained glass of a bleeding rose decors either side of a doorway, which leads out onto a blacony that overlooks the land.
Within the softly lit room resides a four-poster bed, far larger than needed, shrouded in thick, crimson quilts of silk and satin and black pillows lining the headboard. Drapes of black lace drip down from the posts and encompass the bed, though the delicate fabrics seem tied to the posts to reveal its beauty and elegance.
Across the room sits a cherrywood vanity, complete with a circular mirror with a raven detailed across the top of the wooden rim. Under the counter sits a stool with a plush cushion of red crushed velvet. Beside vanity is a folded dressing sheid which rests between the vanity and the armoir in which her clothing resides.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 11:43 am
*runs through with giant shuiken chasing a monkey that stole my wallet*
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 1:38 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 2:13 pm
Madison watched the Duke chase a monkey holding a wallet past her doorway and she cocked a brow. A sigh escaped her lips and the Queen took a seat upon the plush vanity stool and slowly ran her brush through her long, ebony locks and heard a soft call from the doorway. Her attention shifted from her mirror toward the source of the greeting and spied the Dutchess. "Greatings to you, M'lady."
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 2:38 pm
I am no duchess, just an advisor.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 2:42 pm
Nodding once, Madison returned her attention to her mirror and continued to slowly brush out her hair. As she spoke, her voice softened to a tone just above a loud whisper, "As you wish. Does this advisor have a name in which she goes by, or shall I simply know you as that?" Madison tucked back her hair and tied in a silver bow atop her head, then tossed her head back to let her ebony locks flow freely down her back.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 2:57 pm
My name is Ylsesalra. I know it's kind of hard to pronounce, so you can come up with another way of addressing me, if you like.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 2:59 pm
King Silver walks in* Hello everyone.
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Rorschach and Prozac Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 3:02 pm
Nodding softly in acknowledgement to Silver as he entered her chamber, she moved across the floor and placed a kiss upon either cheek then adressed him in a sultry, Brittish accent, "Good evening, M'Lord. How are you this night?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 3:03 pm
Silverfang the Cursed King Silver walks in* Hello everyone. hello
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 3:05 pm
of course I can live with Alara
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 3:09 pm
ylsesalra Silverfang the Cursed King Silver walks in* Hello everyone. hello Hello.
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Rorschach and Prozac Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 3:10 pm
ylsesalra of course I can live with Alara "Good to know. Alara means 'to rise from the ashes' in my native tongue." Madison gave a subtle smile in responce, but nothing more.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 3:12 pm
.[.Cyanide.Suicide.]. ylsesalra of course I can live with Alara "Good to know. Alara means 'to rise from the ashes' in my native tongue." Madison gave a subtle smile in responce, but nothing more.I hope that can be thought of as a good omen.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 3:21 pm
ylsesalra .[.Cyanide.Suicide.]. ylsesalra of course I can live with Alara "Good to know. Alara means 'to rise from the ashes' in my native tongue." Madison gave a subtle smile in responce, but nothing more.I hope that can be thought of as a good omen. Madison stood, folded her hands behind her back and nodded, "Aye. It is a good omen indeed."
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