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 Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 11:12 pm
 XARD THE DAEMONIC SORCERORLocation: Forest/ Outside of Church
Kingdom: Veritas, that's where the power is.
Rank: Sorcerer
Wearing This: Sorceress Xard had been watching the young Madelyne for some time. He was studying her carefully. She was in a fragile emotional state, so great care was needed in order to not upset her. If she stays under control, then the contract he wished to make with her could come to topic. As he observed the way she held herself and how she interacted with others, he made sure to keep himself cloaked with invisibility and hold a gaseous form; he was the breeze around her body and the air that rustled the limbs of trees. He learned much about the girl with this disguise. More than the let on to others. She had powers over plants, and only select species had that kind of control. How big of a smile he had now if it was visible. She would make a fine puppet. He settled on a female's form, as women are the best to confide in being exceptionally emotional creatures compared to males. Xard would approach her carefully from the forest clearing near the church that she longingly stared at after watching a fellow enter to be by himself. "Another potential toy, but he will have to wait his turn," thought the malevolent daemon. The particles that were Xard swiftly pieced themselves together to form a beautiful sorceress with a confident face. The clothes were a little daring, but he felt they were appropriate. Now he simply had to introduce himself whimsically. Not hard to do given the form he chose, the scenery, and the demeanor of the target. Yes he would make her dance for him like a marionette without her even realizing how caught she was in his grasp just because of her situation. Every problem someone had was profit for any demon, especially if that poor soul held some power or knowledge that they could use. Or a soul. You can never have enough souls. Slowly from behind some trees, the woman approached the red headed princess. White hair slid softly against the sorceress's skin and clothes as she daintily walked over to the girl from behind. "Beautiful in an antique way, is it not? My grandfather was a minister here. I come here to pay my respects to him, even if no one attends this place no more. Are you here to do the same?" said the woman softly as her eyes scanned the facade of the old church. Her face then peered down at the princess with a warm smile. Now he would wait for the reaction and continue from there. People were so predictable, he had every word planned out in his head from both parties as if he wrote a script for them to follow like actors on stage.
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 9:16 am
Location: Dinning HallxxxxxKingdom: HubrisxxxxxRank: Countess
 xxxxxxxI guess I should be ashamed...Autumn watched as the cat’s lady massaged Ileana with curiosity. How quaint of her to do something so bold in public. But ah, she looked to be trained for that sort of thing…after all…did that cat say he hailed from the kingdom of Lust? It would make sense for him and his attendant to be accustomed to…pleasuring those around them as well as to commit acts that pleased them as well. The woman supposed it pleased this creature to make a fuss…he seemed happy enough. And that was fine with Autumn, so long as she wasn’t seeing him in her waking dreams, though she as fairly certain that at some point in time she would be. She did, however catch the disapproving look Trey awarded his mother.
The Countess smiled back at him as he mentioned ‘an array of characters’, her eyes wandering back towards the cat man. "Yes, I can see that already…" It was not so much of a joke as she had meant it to be, her voice slightly teasing. Though she seemed to be more and more comfortable with Trey and Richard than when she first appeared, it also seemed as if there were a certain point where she just leveled out. There was but a touch of coldness that was never lost in her voice. Her brows furrowed as hTrey gave away more details about his journey, the one that Autumn assumed took his betrothed as well as his siblings. What an awful thing to do to these people. Didn’t they come here for protection? And this was what the God of the land gave them? Childish games turned into deadly tasks? Had she not been preoccupied with his words, she might have winced as Ileana joined back into the conversation, speaking on the very thing that Trey had been trying to avoid. That sort of thing could have waited until after dinner but it was not good to hide the truth for whatever reason anyway.
She tensed as the red haired man entered the room in a rage, throwing the doors open in a rush as well as accusations left and right and directly at this creature before her. What an unsightly person, dragging along more accomplices as well? Autumn wasn’t about to buy the act though, this cat had done nothing except be a bit more forward with Ileana than probably was deemed proper. But such was life. Most people didn’t give a hoot about what was going on, what was ‘proper’ but what they wanted out of life. Well, this man and his friends wanted a fight. Right in the middle of dinner. What a fabulous bunch. Ah, but here came a hero ((Haven)) to fight the baddie. Her smile had faded as the Red Head had screeched his piece and now she simply waited to see if the ruckus caused would warrant her groups’ movement to another area. Or perhaps this ‘Haven Green’ would convince the psycho to bring this elsewhere or at the very least wait for dinner to be done. Besides, the cat didn’t seem to fully understand what was going on. And she had to say, she was not too comfortable with what appeared to be a gigantic wolf ((Sokar)) right beside her table growling with such a menace as if he would rip the cat man to bits. Cats and dogs, right? Or maybe that too was a vision...but she would rather not find out.
She shifted with discomfort, preparing to stand as she leaned towards Trey though keeping her voice low. ”I believe that if something as much as a fight is about to break out right beside us, perhaps it would be better to move.” Autumn hardly got the words out before she glanced to watch more people enter. Great, more unhappy faces. Or so she assumed. As she inspected the new arrivals casually, her features lit up like they had not before. A wide smile graced her lips in a look of genuine and pure joy. Grand ma ma was here? How on in the Kingdoms had Autumn missed that? No one else brought such a gaudy spear into a dining hall. She assumed. Her gaze followed the woman as Autumn suppressed a laugh that her eyes betrayed as Asmoda ‘handled’ the fight. There was a slight furrow in her brow as she watched the warrior…do something rather bold. That was Asmoda for you she supposed but the King? The answer was most definantly yes. But her eyebrow quirked as she caught the other woman’s eye from across the room. Really? She wanted Autumn to go over there right after she had been standing beside her? She smiled again, glancing to Trey and Richard in turn. ”Pardon me for a moment.” It wasn’t as if she really had a choice. She had been summoned. Not that anyone else could summon her like that. She smiled on her way over, stopping by Asmoda’s chair. ”Grand ma ma! How have you been? I did not know you were here?" She let the question hang in the air, her usual icy demenor gone…which made sense since she ignored everyone else at the table for the moment.
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 12:07 pm
  ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄ Princess of Humility || In the forest near the old church || Wearing This || Weapon ▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Madelyne flinched when she heard a voice come from behind her. She was surprised she hadn't noticed another presence while she had been sitting, but then, she had been distracted. She stood slowly from the ground and brushed some dirt off her dress, knowing it wouldn't help her appearance any, but not wanting to look like she was in complete disarray in front of a stranger. She then brought her eyes up to observe the white haired woman, whose attire was most peculiar... and bold. Madelyne herself could not imagine wearing such an outfit, especially one so... open. She tore her eyes away from the dress and met the woman's face.
"I regret to say I am not," Madelyne said evenly. "I found myself here by accident... It is a most lovely church though."
She regarded the woman for a moment, realizing she had never seen her roaming Veritas' castle before. If she comes here to pay her respects often, it seems odd that I've never seen her, Madelyne thought. Perhaps she is a friend of Lord Veritas and avoids the affairs of those residing here? The young princess couldn't deny she felt a bit suspicious of her. Even the forest ceased its' whisperings to hear their conversation. Were they wary as well? She seems harmless...
"Forgive me, I haven't introduced myself. I am Madelyne Riley, a princess of the Kingdom of Humility. May I ask your name?" She wondered. "Also, if I may inquire, I have never seen you about the castle before. Are you an acquaintance of Lord Veritas?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 2:03 pm
♬ Ίτ'ȿ ʟΊӃЄ ɱμȘΊϹ τѺ ɱУ ЄɑɌȘ... ♫ Ҭɑηтяɑ ♪ Kingdom: Humility Rank: Priestess [In Training] Location: Sprinting through the forest, who is this woman?
Tantra moved through the forest silently, touching a tree or two along the way. She was just checking to make sure that she was staying on the right path. Her mind was racing, and now the forest was telling her that someone appeared out of thin air near princess, What in the world? Her mind was thrown into overdrive, A teleporter? She threw Theoran a glance and began to move faster, nearly sprinting across the forest. Her wings began to flutter, and as she jumped over a log she took flight for a few seconds. "Something is wrong..."
The princess was still further ahead, she must have ran the entire way to her current position. She was only maybe another ten minutes ahead, but she started running even faster. She was sprinting now, and more than glad that she was not wearing her dress. The clothes she was currently wearing were more than comfortable and didn't get caught in any of the shrubbery. She wasn't sure if Theoran was still behind her, or how far he was behind. She knew something was wrong, the forest hadn't a clue how the new woman had appeared there, or what her intentions were. It didn't help that as she got closer to the duo the forest seemed to become quite. It was as if the forest itself was on edge, as if it was listening to what was going on, afraid for it's child.
She stopped as she rounded around a bigger tree. The two women were a couple yards from her. She stood and caught her breath, her small chest rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes were wide as she stared down the new woman. She had never seen her in this forest, and for some reason she could almost feel fear trickle through her body the longer she stared at the woman. It was a similar feeling to the feeling she got when she had first met the man who called himself 'R'.
When she caught her breath she took a few steps towards them. "Princess Madelyne..." Her eyes did not leave the white haired woman's face, and she continued to move forwards. She removed her flute from it's sheath, taking comfort in it's metallic texture. The evil aura coming from the woman was nearly overwhelming, and if her High Priestess were here she would probably try to remove the woman and deal with her in private. Her eyes suddenly moved towards the princess, "I had an idea, and I also realized something. I asked the forest to lead me to you, may I ask who this lovely lady is? I have never seen her before." She forest was quite around her, eerily so. Something was up, but she had not a clue what that was. Was this woman just like the man she saved? She knew something was wrong with him, but for some reason she wasn't incredibly scared of him. It could have been because he owed her his life, or maybe she knew he meant her no harm.
...βʯʈ Ίʈ ȘЄЄɱȘ ѺɳʟУ Ί Ϲɑɳ ΗЄɑɌ...♬ 
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 8:16 pm
 Kingdom and Title:Veritas; head of staff (butler)
Location and Situation: Dining Hall, doing his best to keep things running smoothlyIn culture after culture, people believe that the soul lives on after death,
that rituals can change the physical world and divine the truth,
and that illness and misfortune are caused and alleviated by spirits, ghosts, saints ... and gods.
~Steven Pinker
Because of the amount of persons present at the time, not only their chattering but the noise of dishes and silverware clinking away, Kirkis did not at all notice the altercation occurring amongst R and his group, and the cat priest. If he had, he would have tried to interrupt it and probably kicked at the gardener for getting his muddy paws all over the place. But alas, he was much too busy at the moment.
He nodded silently at the Arch Duchess from Wrath, heading off to get her food ready, passing by just a few more persons to check how they were doing. The butler gave orders in the kitchen in a slightly calmer tone than his previous trip in here, which the servers attributed to the fact that the jesters had gone off. One of them had watched the rising problem starting out there, but thinking that Kirkis had seen it (on a good day, very little escaped his notice), he did not bring it up to the boss. Henceforth, until someone would try to summon him, Kirkis was planning on spending the next few minutes directing activity in the kitchens (though not touching any food, for his ghost-status would make it rot or even poison it).
Behind every man now alive stand 30 ghosts, for that is the ratio by which the dead outnumber the living.
~Arthur C. Clarke[Art is once more by Maniac. Click on image for larger pic. Please do not copy; I commissioned artist for this art.]
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 8:24 pm
Kingdom and Title: Veritas; head gardener
Location/Situation, and Form: Dining hall, threatening a suspected demon; wolf [Art by Maniac. Click on image for larger pic. Please do not copy; I commissioned artist for this art.]
In the animal it is pure, in man it is led
astray by his reason and intelligence.
~ Denis Diderot
Not realizing until now that he was growling aloud, perhaps because of the adrenaline of the situation and yet the frustration from lack of action, Sokar quit it, but kept his fangs bared. He did not look away from his quarry when Autumn got up from the table, though the ear closest to her pivoted slightly, catching her movement just in case she was going to attempt to interfere as Haven had. Sokar was still waiting for R’s command, but all this hesitation was starting to get to him.
He wanted very much to just attack the cat-person and be done with it, but here they were, wasting time with human talk. Again though, those foreign instincts that belonged to his cursed-form demanded to be paid attention to. Did the cat-person act like he was doing evil? He didn’t even sounded frightened, merely confused. Not what Sokar had expected (which actually were two opposite possibilities: first that he vehemently deny it, or that he reveal himself and attack them back). This middle ground was going to confuse him if he let himself dwell on it, which he was trying very hard not to do. The longer he had to resist attacking however, the less control he was going to have of himself. A cornered beast would attack a friend in its disorientation, and it was possible the longer this was drawn out, Sokar might do the same to one of the royals that he might even know. In fact, he had not even noticed Asmoda walk by, when just a few weeks ago, he had been very much worried about her (thinking she had much loyalty to Wrath) and would kill him for leaving the kingdom with secrets taught to him as a knight.
The unnatural - that too is natural.
~Goethe
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 9:06 pm
Kingdom and Title:Wrath; Heir
Location/Situation: Solarium, excusing himself --> dining hall, greeting family I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
- William Blake Inwardly, Lincoln was a touch miffed he was not given the respectful title of Heir by someone who was just a noblewoman, but realizing the young lady did the same to Nathaniel, he decided it wasn’t really anything to be upset about. She had at least addressed him as royalty, and that should be enough. To anyone else, he was certainly a close-minded individual, but by the standards of Wrath, he was doing quite a lot trying to be more understanding of the way other kingdoms acted. When he gained the throne, he would be free to start any wars he thought he could win on any pretext, but for now he was only an heir, and it would be disrespectful to his parents to do so without their instruction. Self-discipline might as well have been his middle name.
Again was the thought that perhaps he should leave, because it seemed that this was going to be a gathering of those of Envy. He had all ready shown Evony he would not forget their morning encounters here, and he had rekindled his acquaintance with Nathaniel who was, for his purposes, much more useful than Altonair. He enjoyed the company of both brothers just for who they were though, certainly more than the whiny fools (or rude trash) from most virtuous kingdoms. But it was Nathaniel who had the power to give him the numerous things he wanted. A part of him regretted he would have to wait longer, patience being something he disliked to deal with, but it was a necessary evil. The blond heir stood up and bowed to Nathaniel, then spoke, “I must excuse myself from this delightful meeting, to allow yourselves to reacquaint with each other, especially if Altonair might soon join you. Please give him my regards." He did not smile, but looked relaxed as he gave Nathaniel a slight nod, “I hope we might meet again soon, so we might have another pleasant discussion.” His intonation of the word ‘pleasant’ was not sensuous, but there was an element of him meaning another word, specifically ‘private’. He gave Amber a slight nod of respect for being a lady, but did not bow at all since she was just a noblewoman, though a very pretty one indeed. He wondered if she and Altonair shared some kind of history, but did not feel like delving into it at all.
Stepping out from between his chair and the table, he looked down at Evony, and gave her his smile that the others could not see. “I thank you very much for the tea Fraulein, it was delicious as always. Until tomorrow?” To her he bowed less than Nathaniel, but it was a deep enough move that might look like he was being playful and friendly with the child, or at least that was how he made it appear.
Lincoln parted the Solarium then, making a mental note to check his private things later, for one of his personal guard (the very intelligent Heike, a woman who was as wise as she was deadly) had told him to add certain extra items in there, though it had been last minute and he had not paid them much attention. Things that might be easily used in a future talk with Nathaniel. The changing hallways (which he tried not to get too upset about; as a youth he might’ve left several holes in the wall by kicking his displeasure, but now he restrained most of his anger to release mainly when he trained) had caused him to be at the bottom of a “T” where he saw Altonair, Soren, another woman, and a young boy walk past the intersection. Lincoln actually had to stop walking until they had gone past the point, feeling something squeeze his heart so much he couldn’t breathe for a few seconds. //That boy... he is my future!// he thought, feeling horrified, though his face showed only mild surprise. There was no disgust because his inner terror more than overpowered any he might've felt otherwise. For though the details of Max Wood were lost on him, his body knew it was a similar form of death as his. He was still breathing and eating (especially when he was around Evony, and her magic that could give life to plants), but if things went unchanged, then one day he too would be nothing but an undead corpse, rotting as it moved about, perhaps not realizing he belonged buried in the dirt or burned on a pyre.
Shaking his head to try to clear the thought, and be at least a little optimistic that that day might not come until he was older, especially if he could get more magic or perhaps find a way to break the demon/wraith’s contract for his soul, he tried to get to the dining hall, knowing some sort of disruption would help distract hid thoughts. At least he hoped they would, given to how he was to brooding sometimes.
Upon entering the hall, he barely paid a glance to the persons standing about with body language that spoke of a fight to start, because he saw someone familiar. Walking quickly to the table where Corrine and Nolan were, he approached them, smiling with a cool expression as he used at home. “Uncle? What a pleasure to see you here.” He had caught a look of some displeasure on his face, but he rarely got to see his uncle in a truly good mood, so did not worry himself. As he rose from a polite low bow (for even though he was the heir, he respected his uncle very much), he caught sight of Corrine, and turned sharply to greet her as well. “And my dear flower of a cousin. How are you, my Lady?” he picked up her hand to motion a kiss to the back of it, as he knew she was a warrior, and these games of pretending she was but a mere damsel were often how they had played when they were both younger, the better to fool everyone around her, just because it was great fun to watch her come out of nowhere and pound anyone’s face into the ground for daring to mock her. He had all ready made plans of giving her several regiments when he took his place on the throne, knowing her worth, or at least most of it. She was one of the main reasons he expected Wrath’s military to eventually fare better than Envy’s.
It was only then that he noticed the third member at the table, to which he gave another bow, only slightly less than he’d given Nathaniel, but still proper. “Good day Valas, you seem quiet well rested after our excursions in the Catacombs.” He did not understand why the heir of Justice was here with his family, but wished to join them before he asked any questions. “Uncle, might I join your party?” Although he had asked, the heir was not about to be completely submissive, and started pulling out a chair, hoping his uncle was not in one of those moods like his father was occasionally. He did not wish to pull rank on him, especially in front of all these strangers; it would just be severely disrespectful to do so to a family member. Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath,
and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.
- Horace
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 4:34 am
Location:To the Dining Hall we go!l
Kingdom: Wrath
Rank:Priestess tickxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxtick tickxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx tick tick tick xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxtick tick xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxtick xxxxxxxxxxxxxxtick"Dreams are bad...when all they do is leave the truth behind...” “O’ course. Et es a simple thing I can do for one who knows the power of the wrath,” Somni gave a slight bow. “I will need to check few things before you sleep. Be sure I have what I need. Es deli-cat work. I do what I can. Hope I can help. But ah…Do you – No. I work if et comes up. Es nothing I no do before. I take care of et. If I no around, send for me. I es sure the people here will find me.” Somni walked with Asmoda, walking with her through the dining hall.
Oh. Well that was interesting. Look at her going to town with that man. Kind of funny in her opinion. This woman who tore people to shreds with a spear on the field now kissing a man. Then again. Her tongue did seem to be rather sharp, especially with the way she spoke to many people.
“Ah. You be careful with that tongue. Et could be sharp, no?” Somni commented as she watched Asmoda take a seat. Who the warning was to would be unclear as she simply kept up with her friend and took a seat next to her, rather oblivious to the fact that it was indeed a king of a virtuous kingdom and was the person Asmoda had taken a seat to as well. She had never met any of these people before, never knew their faces. Perhaps when she heard that she was going to a place where all the heirs were supposed to be, she should have done some research. But honestly, she did not care enough to do it.
With Autumn approaching, Somni watched her carefully, it was clear she was heading this way. What did she want? That thought stopped though as once again she was bewildered by her friend being called…Grand ma ma? Well that was also interesting. She was completely unaware that Asmoda had children and even grandchildren. It just did not seem like Asmoda was the type to have children. But apparently she was.
Somni coughed quietly before managing to set her staff down on the floor, laying it under the table so it would not be in the way. After all, it was nothing more than a fancy and heavy walking stick really. She finally took this time to look over the other people of the dining hall, studying them. This place was rather full to say the least.
But there was that cat again. And then the few people around him – They honestly let dogs into this place? How strange. Why would anyone let a dog into the dining hall? So many people. So many people to watch. To study. Possible specimen to collect. Perhaps this place would not be so bad – especially since Asmoda was here as well. Asmoda the grandmother! Heh. It had a funny ring to it indeed.
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 7:26 am
  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"Ϯҕε ɠѳȡ ȿlȧӯεɍ" Kingdom: Veritas Rank: Dragoon Location: Out of the church, now what could a demon from Hell be doing in a little place like this? Indigo had traveled from the far reaches of the forest out to the castle's walls, eventually landing himself atop the nearest among them. You know Alehstrasza, this place hasn't changed one bit, that's kind of depressing. He could practically feel the laugh before the drake replied. I find it ironic that you often tell me not to make attatchments, that more often than not we'll end up leaving the next day. Here you are, returning to old attatchments. The young Astral sighed at his companion's reponse. True enough, whether he liked it or not, he was right. He'd broken one of the few cardinal rules he had. Thankfully that wasn't the worst of them. It couldn't get him killed, at least, the odds were a lot lower than if he were to break any other of his cardinal rules. Yeah yeah, laugh it up buddy, just remember who protects you. Trading jabs with the drake was always a past time with them. Bahamut's people had anywhere from incredibly long to never ending life-spans, so it was either develop a friendship and something they both enjoyed doing, or drive one another insane. Neither much cared for the latter, and thankfully it didn't take long for Indigo's somewhat infectious out-going personality to affect the drake. I remember who protects me, but who protects you? A shudder found it's way across the (relatively) young man as his friend replied. Fear had been all but eliminated from his life of the past thousand years, but those words still weighed heavily on him. It forced memories onto him, memories of a time long past and a beautiful young lady. A family. A life. Something he was destined to never have. Tears shed in unison with blood as a man's soul cracked.
Standing atop the wall, appearing stoic though in reality far less, Xakstrazi was drawn from his thoughts by a gust of wind, followed by a more violent push from the air. "Ah!" His reaction time was at least good enough for him to unfurl his wings to parachute his way down, though it still did make him look like quite the fool. Floating gently to the ground, the young man raised an eyebrow in suspicion before sniffing, as though something had caught his attention. "That smell..." So familiar, so unmistakable. Normally he'd have just laughed and called shenanigans, one of his more favorite words from the worlds he'd visited, as the odds just kept stacking up, the unlikeliness of it all growing and growing to cartoonish levels. Heh. hey Alehstrasza, you recall that Sorcerer who tried to get me to give him Bahamut's Tear? A snort could be heard in response. If you wish to forfeit your life, you're more than welcome to give him that spear. I assume he is here, you would do well to watch out for yourself. Sure enough, with another sniff of the air it was confirmed that his old "friend" was here. He wasn't exactly sure what to call the sorcerer, really. Acquaintance, maybe? Something. They had a very strange relationship, it seemed almost parasitic on Xard's behalf. Just as well, familiarity and an old face were always comforts he enjoyed, assuming that old face didn't belong to an Astral Walker. Those were odds that this gambling man, no matter how minuscule, didn't care to face.
Follow your nose, oh follow your nose... Orizanko thought with a bored expression pasted on his face. Boring as it was, it was the only way to some guaranteed entertainment, or at least intelligent conversation if it was so decided. Sniffing occasionally as he walked, he would turn another direction before heading off that way, as though lead by some invisible string. It would've been quite funny to see people's reaction to him, meandering around the castle, sniffing often enough to warrant curiosity. "What a strange man..." Or "The chef must have made something divine to draw a man in that fashion!" Some odd retort that would entertain him more than the commenter. Just as well though, living as long as he was destined to, it was to be expected that you never ended up "normal." Although in his case, normal was a word with no definition set in stone. What was normal in one plane may have been the most bizarre, laughable nature in another, as was the case sometimes. The young Astral continued walking and sniffing in no set pattern or combination, completely oblivious to the fact that he hadn't even bothered to seal his wings up once more. Such things were bothersome to explain, and at the worst of times would land him squarely in the middle of a situation he did not much care to be in. Whether it was being praised as a false deity or called a fraud, then having to demonstrate and explain, at least, if he could be bothered to.
At last, his nose-driven search finally lead him to Xard. Except. He didn't see Xard. All the Dragoon saw was a couple of ladies, attractive ones. However, his luck was cut short with another sniff, revealing one of them was the demon he suspected. "Odd, I remember Xard being a guy. My memory better not be fizzing out on me now..." Then again, he is a demon. From Hell. Chances are a sex change wasn't out of the realm of possibilities for him, or, her rather. Whatever it decided to be. Sniffing off to the side, his nose indicated the opposite direction, while sniffing in the opposite direction would've lead him straight ahead. Gotcha'. Taking a step forward, he started to think. Alright alright, how do I go about this? What's the best...aw to Hell with it, I'm wingin' it. If one ever asked the Astral why it was he would constantly just throw caution to the wind and rush in without a plan of any sort, he would just laugh and tell you he was good at it. Luck did seem to bend itself to his bizarre machinations, probably part of the reason he did it. "Lookin' good there Xard! Been a while huh?" Approaching the white-haired lady who had phenomenal cleavage and a pleasant bust, he had to force himself to remember who it was he was dealing with. The other lady however, well dressed, well kept, either nobility or a peasant with a hot date. None too bad in his opinion, just a shame she wasn't in as revealing a dress, but then, if every woman was, why, the poor Astral would never have time to move in between sampling the local "delicacies." "Pardon my interruption, mademoiselle. I saw an old friend of mine and forgot myself for a moment." Throwing the suspected noble a wink and short bow, he unintentionally let a word of French out. He wasn't entirely sure if the language had ever come about, he was almost positive Latin had, but his guess was nothing more than a shrug as to whether or not French had. "Ah, where are my manners? My name is Xakstrazi Orizanko, it is a pleasure to meet you." As a force of habit, the Astral would often introduce himself by his middle and last name. His first name was something of a privilege one earned the right to know as he saw it. "So what might I ask brings you here, my old friend?" The feathers of his snow-white wings ruffled lightly with the breeze before settling, the only thing he could be sure of was that with Xard around, excitement of some variety wasn't far behind him. Perhaps it would be a mob intent on killing him, this time?OOC:
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 11:22 am
Amarenth Soren "Sora" Hyuga Kingdom: Envy
Rank: Knight
Location: Walking with Altonair and wishing my brain wasn't failing me at the moment
Cross through the night
I looked down and lost my way
my light
Soren nodded to what Altonair had said. She knew, like him, that Evony was a garden lover. Thus, the Solarium was one of the perfect places for her. However, Soren didn't know too much about it. After all, Soren had only been able to explore possibly a fraction of the castle in the past three days. How big is it? It feels like an entire kingdom is smaller than this place.
"Um, what is a Solarium?" Mary asked Soren curiously. Soren tilted her head, trying to find a way to answer the question. "I don't exactly know much about it. All I can remember, is that it is place usually near or in a garden. It's an indoor place where people can observe the garden, without actually being outside. At least, that is what I heard. Evony would be able to explain it better once we see her." Soren told honestly.
After finishing, Soren heard Altonair's question. Soren taped her chin, trying to remember the exact amount of years. "It has been over ten years since we met. That I am sure. However, my memory is faulty as to exactly when we met." Soren hated the idea that her brain had failed her in her time of need. Mary could only giggle. "I would have to say it is closer to fifthteen, since I met her when I still was youthful." Mary told calmly and smiled at Soren. Soren smiled back.
Then, Soren heard Max ask Mary a question. A slight hint of worry went through her. However, it went away when Mary smiled at Max and shook her head. "Nope. I am just a simple kitchen servent. Besides, I am not much a fighter. That's why I leave such things to my friend Soren here." Mary pointed to Soren and Soren shook her head.
She was curious as to how Altonair was going to go about introducing Max. However, Soren felt it would be a bad time to ask. I guess I'll have to find out for myself. Brought to my knees
Though the darkness surrounds
it pull me down,
I do sink beneath
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 11:38 am
Ɉϕɧɳ Ӎiҫɧϵɑɭ Gɍϵϵɳϵ Kingdom: Forititude Rank: Prince Location: Dining Hall, Yum! Steak! White walls surround us
As we sleep among the dead ((I came up with something! Lol. XD)) John heard what Haven had said. They both needed a break from their rude mother. Thus, John now felt relief at Dorian's lack of temparment. However, I do believe in other circumstances, Dorain would have bite my mother's tongue. I'm sure of that.
He watched as Haven walked over to the Catman(Bronchus) and the red haired man(Jack). John knew things would be settled with Haven on the scene. Well, we can hope he will be able to stop the fighting. Once John was sure things would be settled, John looked down at his dish. He had remembered the servent(Kirkis) giving him a wink when he served John. Now, he could see why. It seems that John had gotten a nice juicy steak. Something his eyes could see was a bit better than most steaks.
John felt a bit bad for being rewarded for something anyone could have done. However, how could he reject such a nice juicy steak? I'll have to thank him when I see him again. He started to eat it as they announced the engagment of Prince Valas and Corrine. I don't know them. Though, I feel sorry for them. John knew that emotionally, the feeling of wraith hindered justice. That made him wonder if that would extend to the people of Wraith and Justice. If the emotion wraith hinders justice and vice versa, does that mean the people wouldn't get along? John was curious to see the results of the two's meeting. But for now, John was content with just eating the lovely steak. We can chase the dark together
As the sky returns to grey
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 3:01 pm
  
~Kingdom: Hubris~
~Title: Heir~
~Location: Dining Hall~
Trey’s mother was lost in her ire, completely unaware that the cat-man’s assistant had moved on to Trey. The heir was taken back when the woman put her hands on his shoulders, turning in his seat with a rather barren expression. ”I have no need for this,” he told the girl simply, his hard gaze settling on her face before throwing a glimpse towards the small cluster of people that had surrounded the cat. He wasn’t sure of what was going on, but it seemed that they were accusing him of something. ”Another time mother, it is not something that you should worry about,” he added as he eyes shifted her way.
Ileana’s hands trembled as she stared at her son for a long moment. ”You kept this from me, I am very disappointed in you…you know what he did was completely unforgiveable,” she finished her sentence with a small ‘hmph’, cocking her head back towards the priest as he spoke to her.
”It’s quite alright dear, I’m sure she got a proper funeral,” she nodded her head, displaying a weak smile that suddenly disappeared as she finally noticed the others. ”You can’t honestly think that he has anything to do with this…?” Her eyes flitted between the original fiery-haired man and his followers, back to the heir of Fortitude that was now defending her company.
Trey looked over at his cousin, nodding his head in understanding. ”I believe you are right, these fools don’t know how to behave in a civilized manner,” he sighed, scooting forward in his seat. He watched as another woman motioned for Autumn to come over, looking back at his relative with a small smile ”Of course,” he told her, bowing his head as she retreated. He wished to do the same at that exact moment but assumed that he would only be adding fuel to the fire if he left without saying anything to his mother. ”Perhaps you should move somewhere safer?” He mentioned, looking over at the wolf that was located near what seemed to be his prey.
[[OOC: Sorry I missed anything, a bit bleh.]]
 
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 4:56 pm
Location: Solarium- Growing pains...  --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 
The young princess had admittedly missed any silent interaction which might have transgressed between her brother and Lincoln as her pale eyes sought out the face of one Amber Yvonne, any small suspicions she might have harbored in the way which the prince faltered with his cup being thrown to the abyss…a fascination about this strange, and yet equally familiar woman seeping in to take its place. Oh, but of course she was from Envy- how could she not be? How could Evony have recognized her in any other way! Well…she might not care to admit to the fact that she had initially feared this woman might be from Patience; her hesitation concerning those who came from that country (Save for perhaps Thantos, and the princess Marlona; both of whom she liked a great deal) still rather thick. It was not so vapid of her to think that one from that place might have reason to seek out the royal family of the country with which they warred, was it? Petty, cowardly little child. Quick to judge, and even quicker to cower! Pull yourself together! Back straight! Chin up! Smile with the regality which you’ve been bred to portray!’
Yes, yes, of course. She did just that, following the commands of her own thoughts as if they were a tutor; a different person entirely…who should be listened to, respected. The smile was easier though, because this woman was from Envy- and she knew Evony and Nathaniel (not to mention that Nathaniel had the actual tact to recognize her, as well!). Ah, when she was younger! An infant! Oh, how she wished she could do something to stifle the red which graced her skin when the woman told her that ‘she’d developed into a fine young woman.’ S-surely that wasn’t so, for she wasn’t at all beautiful like this woman was, like Rosalie was…nor could she claim to have the wit which both Nathaniel and Altonair seemed to possess naturally. She was lacking of all of that, and the princess could only remind herself of it when the woman’s words brought her gaze to immediately sink to her own chest; oh, thank the gods that such a movement only made her seem sheepish, when in reality she was perhaps looking to see if her bosom had grown any larger without her notice…qualified her as ‘woman’ now, rather than simply just a girl. Silly, daft thoughts! Ninny! Oaf!…Oh, but perhaps they ARE getting a touch larger….’
More crimson grew into her cheeks, and Evony finally broke her silence, ”O-oh, as an infant you say? Well, thank-you though I can’t say that I agree entirely as I…I am only…I haven’t grown so much as to be considered…” Oh, stop it now before you COMPLETELY humiliate yourself, and in front of two heirs no less!’ The decibels in her voice heeded those thoughts, descending with every word spoken…until they were so hushed that they could scarcely be heard. A small hand found her mouth in hopes of eradicating the possibility of any more outbursts soon thereafter. One breath, two; there…now she could risk another statement, ”P-please, lady Yvonne, sit! I am rather certain that Nathaniel and Lincoln wouldn’t mind…I-I mean, I suppose I…should ask, though.” Ah, she’d done it again! Inviting people to sit when it wasn’t exactly her place to do so!
As the girl began to fidget slightly in her chair, Lincoln stood to excuse himself, and Evony’s eyes turned to see him with a flustered smile. Oh, she wished that she could ask him to stay, as his presence alone had thus far always managed to ease her nerves; quell, if only slightly, the natural restlessness which bid her to ramble on as she just had. There was regret in her, but she bore the man not even the slightest grudge for leaving…and though her thoughts often led her to self-doubt, did not attribute her nervous behavior to his reasons for doing so; After all, Lincoln had come to know Evony well enough by now…if her behavior had never caused him enough alarm to make him want to leave her presence before, why should he start now? She returned his smile in full, and bowed her head at him since her current position in the chair didn’t allow for much more movement than that, ”Oh, you’re very welcome! Tomorrow then,” The chimes which built her tone were wistful, genuinely happy, ”As per usual.”
When he had gone, the girl’s vision swept back to meet the remaining two in the room, and she stood to pour Amber a cup of tea, saying quietly, ”So…how exactly are you acquainted with Altonair, Lady Amber? I’m afraid that I don’t know the details of your presence at our home very well, for I was quite young at the time.”
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 11:26 pm
Valas Post Style Kingdom: Justice Rank: Heir Location: Dining hall eating and meeting future in laws Valas was enjoying the breeze and the warmth of the sunlight on his fair skin. The young elf pondered about getting breakfast but thought it would be better to wait for the cooks to have more time to prepare the dining room to receive everyone. He had gone in a couple of times to find that the dining hall was deserted and he figured he would make the staff’s life easier.
The young heir was sitting under the tree for a while when he was startled out of his revelry. The air in front of him started to shimmer as the host of the castle materialized in front of him. The elf was about to ask him what was going on when he grabbed his arm and they suddenly teleported to the dining room. Valas was trying to keep his shock from his face at what just happened. He was impressed that Veritas could teleport so effortlessly. He had learned the theory behind teleporting but he never learned how to do so. From what he understood of it the process could be quite taxing.
The young elf looked around the room noticing the young duchess he would soon find out was Corrine and a man that looked to be her father as they had similar features. His face showed the shock as Veritas had announced they would be engaged. The expression on his face was quickly corrected before anyone had a chance to see. He especially didn’t want to give the crotchety old man the satisfaction. The woman he was supposed to marry was human. It was a cruel thing to pair a human with an elf the short life span made things complicated. The arranged marriage was something that he had expected would happen sooner or later now that he was the heir to the throne.
Valas watched the exchange between Corrine and her father in silence getting a feel for how the mood was changing. He thought about what he was going to say for a few moments and waited for an opening in the conversation. “I suppose since we are engaged it would be in the best interests for us to be introduced.” With a formal bow, “I am Valas Entreri the heir to the Kingdom of Justice. It is a pleasure to meet both of you. “ The young elf took a seat across from his fiancé and flagged down a servant and ordered his usual breakfast. He blushed a momentarily when the topic turned to children it seemed to soon to be talking about that. He hoped that the blush went unnoticed. Valas turned his head up towards Lincoln as he came up to the table and smiled, “Good morning Lincoln. I am indeed well rested. It has been a nice relaxing few days. Please join us.”
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