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 Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 5:18 am
How sad it is... Martin Chris Hearthon 
Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation/Class: Willing Servant
Location:Corridor
As Tao showed slight distaste for Martin's limited freedom with his information. Martin had an idea, maybe he could tell more, but he had to feel he could trust, this odd sort of being. After all what he said could not reach the ear of Dorian, otherwise it would greatly jeopardize his mission. ~ Loose lips sink ships.~ And he needed every boat he could use to keep him afloat in this hectic world. For the rough seas easily overwhelm the unprepared. ~And fortune favors a prepared mind!~ Could he be so open with somebody, without having been giving a command to do so? He might soon find out.
Though the fact that his past did not seem all that interesting, was not a true surprise to Martin. Though Martin did learn that this man had some unseen sign of force that allowed him to break the locks, though something told him this person could have done something other than break the locks to get out. Pointless suspicions better left alone, until proven facts!~
Something in this man's personality either cried event magnet or troublemaker. Martin was sure of only one thing, it would not be boring being the company of this man. An amused smile crept upon him at the thought of what things could happen in the company in a person like Tao. "I know my secrets seem silly, but maybe if you keep me company long enough, you will hear an explanation or even a secret or two. As for what we shall do, care to walk and talk, I grow restless as we stand here. And as for direction, merely exploring this place sounds better than a set course, don't you agree? Martin gestured for Tao to join him and added a quizzical look at the end of his question mostly for impact, not completely practical. As he waited he wondered how Dorian was faring in the dinning hall. (Little did he know these thoughts, building the unrest in his energy, and increasing in that which he had at his disposal.) that we rarely know what we have, till it is gone.
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 1:48 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI might steal your clothes  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxand wear them if they fit meKingdom: Veritas/Lust Rank: Peasant Location: Hallway.╔═════════════════════════════════════♛═════════════════════════════════════╗
Tao watched as the man seemed to go back into thought. He thinks far too much, not enough action... He had never had too much liking for those who thought instead of acted. They were always all bark and no bite, which was obviously no fun. What good was one who would not fight back? No good, that's what.
The man then began to speak, and he began to notice just how funny he spoke. He began to wonder just where he was brought up, and around who. Obviously not scholars, which made him feel a little better about the fact that he was all thought. Scholars were like that, they would think and think and think. They were absolutely no fun.
"Very well, that sounds better than standing here trying to figure each other out." He stretched for a moment, his body tightening as he did so. A small crack could be heard as he pushed his hands into it causing his body to thrust forwards a little. He took a few steps forwards to fall in step next to the man. "You never did tell me your name, or is that also something i must wait for you to trust me to learn?" As he spoke he noticed his bracelet was practically humming on his wrist. He could almost feel the excitement it was having, and he could feel the energy it was collecting. His head turned slightly to look behind them, to see if anyone was nearby. Where was all of this energy suddenly coming from? He let out a small sigh, someone nearby must be using their powers. This castle was much larger than he could possibly expect, and he was sure it was full of servants and royals alike with all sorts of tasty powers he could feed off of.
Tao's bracelet was able to convert the energy of other's into 'pure' energy that he could then use to perform 'spells' through his bracelet. There were many downfalls to this though, his emotions were one of them. Anger, sadness, joy, jealousy, fear. These emotions, if strong enough, could cause him to lose control of his powers if he had enough stored. He also could lose energy if he had too little, or better yet no, energy left. His bracelet would feed off of his own energy and could possibly deplete it, causing him to pretty much implode in on himself. Thus, the opposite could also happen. If he had too much energy, he would begin to let off massive amounts of it. If given enough warning, Tao could let off the energy in one huge blast to rid himself of the excess energy... but if he did not have enough warning, or was too overwhelmed, he would explode. Something he preferred not to think about.
"Where to?" His voice wavered for only a second, he would have to go let off an amount of energy after talking with the man. He figured he would be fine, since they were probably moving away from the source of energy.
╚═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝ ☪ OOC ☪ Yes, Tao is a ticking time bomb... Never made agreements, just like a gypsy And I won't back down because life's already bit me And I won't cry, because I'm too young to die if you're gonna quit me'Cause I'm a gypsy
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 11:27 pm
 Theoran Lynth Kingdom: Avarice Rank: Sellsword Location: Outside the church When Tantra said the Princess was a Dryad, Theoran almost fell to the seat of his pants. He didn't believe it. Of all the tales and legends he had heard, Dryad's were one of the few he remained sceptical about. It was always crazy old fools speaking of their beauty, and always within the confines of nature. To Theoran, it was simply... illogical, but definitely curious. Without a word, he fell in behind Tantra. He could tell something was off as soon as she began to pick up the pace. When Tantra confirmed it, Theoran listed to the left as they ran, slowly putting more and more forest between him and Tantra until they reached the clearing. As soon as he saw the strange woman, his hands went for his blades. Something was definitely off about her, he could feel it, almost taste it in the air. The only thing that held Theoran in check was that Tantra approached first, not that he was surprised. He decided to remain in the trees and watch. Then another, this one a man by the looks, joined the group. Apparently he was a friend of this Xard woman, and introduced himself as Xakstrazi. Not only was his name weird, he also spoke a word Theoran had never heard before. Xakstrazi seemed harmless enough, Theoran decided, but he wasn't so sure about Xard. Quietly, especially since he wasn't wearing his armour, Theoran moved out from the trees and into the clearing behind Madelyne and Tantra. "Why, two new faces," he said warmly, offering a welcoming façade. "Wouldn't have thought Veritas to have invited more guests."
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 9:35 pm
 XARD THE DAEMONIC SORCERORLocation: Forest/ Outside of Church
Kingdom: Veritas, that's where the power is.
Rank: Sorcerer
Wearing This: Sorceress Xard regarded the princess as someone very polite so far. That was a trait he liked in victims. They were easier to deal with when honor or chivalry was a factor; in the medieval world he was visiting moral codes were held high alongside hierarchies, so that meant manipulation was a powerful ally amongst the kindered spirits and rightcheous followers of Veritas. The more pressing task was finding the right buttons to push; finding out what makes people tick was a favorite game for Xard luckily. "It is a pleasure to meet you young sire. I am a friend of Lord Veritas in a sense. I simply do not bother with his affairs. If God wishes me to get involved, I shall. until then...Oh we have a little visitor," explained the white haired woman with a soft smile ever present on her lips as she curstied as much as she could given her short skirt. Her gaze shifted from the princess to Tantra when he felt her presence and heard her voice. The demon could smell the holy aura of the young priestess. She could be a pest, but nothing more compared to him. If she was a High Priestess, then Xard would have some trouble, if he played by the rules that is. Either way, he was liking where this is going. He knew who Tantra was, and that about the companion knight she had. He was spying on them afterall; his main interest was Madelyne however. Now he only had to wait for the other protector to come forth for the big games to commence. "This young lady has such kind words to say, thank you. It is good to have friends like this," she complimented indirectly while straightening herself up. She was going to finally introduce herself until a familiar man decided to crash the party. A player whom he come across a few times in his travels across different spaces. Each of which ended with some attempt at the man's life for not handing over Bahamut's Tear. Once again he was before him and speaking in a way not known to this realm. "He always was a little tactless, oh well. I will humor this interruption and add him to my quota for the month," thought the Hell Daemon. "Well, well, well. So forward as always, Xakstrazi. Maybe I should leave all introductions to you for now on. Yes, my name is Xard with an 'X'. And this man here is a lady lover like no other, as you can plainly see. "As for me, I am here to visit-are you here to womanize again-or is this also a visit?" said Xard openly to everyone. Her golden eyes trailed over to the dragoon as she referred to him. A delicate hand slid up to her breasts and moved the cloth to the side only to stop where the n****e would be visible when she mentioned his womanizing; a sly wink graced him to fit the maneuver. The hand tugged the cloth back over the plump breast upon mentioning his own visit however. What he did was barely subtle, yet it was appropriate given whom he was dealing with. Upon this time Theoran came into view. Now all the pieces were in place with one additional one; Indigo was a wild card that he would take care of should he attempt to be bold. "Another hansome knight. Well this church has become popular suddenly. May I inquire names of this pretty little lady, and this sublime example of the male figure. You two already know my name afterall," spoke the woman whimsically as she approached the two with graceful feet. The aura around Xard was growing now as he got more excited with the building drama. The forest was silent now, but if one paid close attention they could hear animals fleeing by paying attention to the snapping of branches and twigs around them. Everything was flowing at the pace Xard wanted, and few could do something to steer it away.
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 10:42 pm
May the good fortune be with you May your guiding light be strong Kingdom: Prudence Title: Princess Location: dining hall talking with family 
Danae smiled at her father sweetly and said, “I hardly think I am late as I was just told you two had arrived.“ The young elf decided she would sit nearest her mother, as she was somewhat less cold towards her. She had a feeling that she would regret deciding to come and visit with her parents. Danae pulled out her chair and sat down like a lady should. She sighed as her mother started to nag at the way she was sitting the moment she had sat.
Danae flagged down a servant and said, “Could you bring me some scrambled eggs and juice.” She watched as the servant left to go take her order to the cook and at her mother’s next comment she almost wished she had asked for something harder to drink. This is going to be a long morning. she thought to herself. The young princess had no desire to be queen and she preferred a battlefield or tournaments where your strength and tactics kept you alive and on top. She had been born in a position that she was deemed not important to be queen. “Perhaps it would be for the best. I am sure she will make a wonderful queen.” she said dryly. Danae hoped this would be enough to appease her mother without having an argument. Her mother and father had treated her with indifference which seemed to be a quite bit better in comparison to how they treated her elder brother. It baffled her that Milani seemed to be the favored one even though she wasn’t part of the family.
Danae was relieved to see that the servants were quite quick in bringing her food and thanked them and started eating making sure she was using the correct table manners to avoid any unnecessary badgering from the two of them. She had just taken her first bit when she saw something that had almost made her choke on her food. A woman she had seen around the castle came up to her father and kissed him. this should be interesting Danae thought laughing silently to herself.
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Build a stairway to Heaven
With a prince or a vagabond
And may you never love in vain
And in my heart you will remain
Forever young, forever young
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 2:40 pm
  ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄ Princess of Humility || In the forest near the old church || Wearing This || Weapon ▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ When the young princess heard footsteps come from behind her, and the white haired woman, she was not expecting Tantra. Slight surprise covered her face as she looked at the priestess, who seemed to be breathing heavily. Had she ran to find me? She wondered. I am curious as to hear what idea is so important that she thought she needed to locate me right away... "An idea?" Madelyne asked her quietly. "... Perhaps it should wait a moment. We wouldn't want to be rude to this lady." Madelyne gestured to the white haired woman and returned her attention back to her.
Even though her previous thoughts had been mostly correct about the woman's reasoning for being here, Madelyne was still not comforted. She supposed she would be if the forest hadn't ceased their whispers; they would only stop if they were concerned, or greatly interested. Neither of those reasons were a common occurrence.
It was when a strange man joined them that Madelyne especially felt at ill-ease. He was a friend of this woman, or so he seemed, and he revealed her name. Xard. What an odd name for a woman, Madelyne thought. She ignored Xakstrazi's wink, but noted Xard's easy admittance to the man being a womanizer; the princess couldn't help but take a cautious step back from the two, especially when Xard let her breast fall plainly into view! How inappropriate!
She glanced away uneasily and, when she did so, saw Theoran coming toward the group. He seemed to be on edge, just like Tantra and herself. Madelyne looked back at Xard, wondering when the grace and cool disposition faded. She appeared to be such a respectful woman, but now...
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 8:59 pm
♬ Ίτ'ȿ ʟΊӃЄ ɱμȘΊϹ τѺ ɱУ ЄɑɌȘ... ♫ Ҭɑηтяɑ ♪ Kingdom: Humility Rank: Priestess [In Training] Location: Forest
Tantra stood her ground, she didn't know exactly what to do. As the new guy appeared she took a side step towards the princess. He announced himself a name she couldn't pronounce, or really understand. She would have to ask Madelyne or Theoran for it later.
Tantra let out a slight gasp as Xard showed her breast. Why would any self respecting woman do such a thing, and who in the world would name their daughter Xard? The name was not only incredibly ugly, but it sounded like a disease. Ick.
She clutched her flute with both of her hands and took a few more steps towards Madelyne, not letting her eyes falter from the two new people. She was getting closer, but she wanted to be next to the princess. "Of course, it can wait... I just was wondering how Xard appeared here, she seems have appeared out of thin air - or so the forest says." She nodded her head gently at Theoran before returning her gaze to Xard. "My name is Tantra, I hail from Hubris, and study under the High Priestess there - and shall soon take over her duties when I am old enough." She could not help but feel uncomfortable.
...βʯʈ Ίʈ ȘЄЄɱȘ ѺɳʟУ Ί Ϲɑɳ ΗЄɑɌ...♬ 
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 1:03 am
I will be my namesake, a sanctuary for me people.
I will shield and protect them no matter the cost.
I will think of them when I make my decisions.
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Haven Greene
Kingdom: Fortitude ..................Rank: Heir ...................Location: Dining room- diffusing a fight.
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Haven frowned staring at the man. Magic continued to pour out of his body, weaving into his shield. His eyes flickered between the three before him. The bald man seemed to be uncertain about this, though the red head spoke with conviction. He claimed that the cat-man was really a demon, there was no way for them to know for certain. Haven had read about demons, he had read about anything. It was possible that a powerful being would be able to create a glamour and hide himself from the normal eye, but Haven had no way of looking through a glamour. His role was to protect, not to seek. Unfortunately he knew no one that would be able to tell what was going on.
There were just too many doubts, the cat man seemed to think that they too were the entertainment, a mistake that would get him killed . The heir of fortitude would not let that happen. This person might not be from his kingdom, but he would provide him safety. If the red head's accusations were true then Haven would reconsider, but until that happened , Haven would do all in his power to make sure that the Cat-man stayed alive. "I am sorry, but I cannot allow you to kill this man." He was not yelling like jack was, but his voice was still firm. He felt that he did not need volume to get people to listen to him, he tone would convey everything that he needed to. "He is under my protection and by extension the royal family of fortitude.
His eyes glanced to where his parents were sitting with poor Lorelei , he wished that he did not have the leave her alone, especially because his parents would most likely blame her for what was going on even though she had nothing to do with it. As far as they were concerned Lorelei had enchanted Haven, making him so that he would not do anything thing that was in the interest of his parents. In a way it was sort of true, he would listen to the desires of his betrothed over his parents, they deserved it.
A hand reached down to his side, pulling his silver rapier out of his sheath. Most people he knew thought that he carried it for decoration, for many nobles carried the weapon to look dashing to women. Haven was not that kind of man, his skills with the blade were no the greatest, but he had spent time learning to fight, incase the need arose. He turned to look at Baldassare. "I am sorry that you had to be involved with this, I do not even know your name. If it is not too rude of me, might I suggest that you relocate yourself, these men seem intent on killing you."
The shield stayed between Baldassare and the men, in case they tried to hurt him. He walked so that he was on the other side of the shield facing Jack. He extended his rapier pointing it at the other mans chest. "I ask that you leave now. I do not wish to fight, but I will if I need to."
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On my Honour, on my blood, on the magic that runs through my veins
I say these words, I swear this oath.
As a Greene I am henceforth bound.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 3:48 am
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Ƞaedira Ȉllesande
╚════════════════╝ Kingdom: Humility
Rank: 1st Princess
Location: Dining Hall - Escape   Naedira was silent as her brother left the table, her countenance seemingly calm—Quiet and cool. She was akin to a sturdy oak tree in a windstorm, with roots than ran deep…No matter how hard the gale came, no matter how it rocked her… She would always remain steady and strong. Her father’s temperament ran strong in her—Despite the wilder fey blood that burned in her veins. She longed, to go after Ryan, to comfort him, as he would her. But that was not something she could do. All of the children of Humility could not run from the table at the slightest mishap.
“Ryan is…Not wrong, Father.”, Naedira spoke quietly, her hand finding that of the King’s quiet easily—Gaining his attention. The King of Humility was not the young man he had once been… And while he was still formidable, she worried, how much the man could take. He’d been very unlucky with wives that had made wonderful Queens… But for some reason or another had been forced to depart the mortal coil. So he was left to raise his children, for the most part, without their mothers. It taught them loss, very early. “The Lord Veritas will… Act as it pleases himself, no one else. Our stay has been an interesting event.” The King raised a brow at his eldest daughter, but did not reply right away. He was clearly deep in thought about Madelyne. But he took his child’s words with a grain of salt… Veritas had always been neutral in their squabbles. Hence why they’d all entrusted their children to him… It seemed that they would be safer here, than in their own castle walls. And while Veritas was….Eccentric… He would still seek his counsel on the matter of the littlest Riley.
“If you’ll excuse me, daughter—Lady Sara.”, the King came to his feet, handsome face set in what seemed to be a grim line. He picked up the goblet infront of his plate and took a long drink of the sweet wine… He would find his son, and set him straight on many a thing. “I have business to attend, though it was a pleasure. Perhaps next we meet, our meal shall be uninterrupted by such unpleasantness.” Naedira stood as her father did, as was customary… Waiting for him to leave the table. Once he did, she sank slowly back down—Her hazel eyes lowered to the once cheerful strawberries and apples in the middle of the table. Her lovely countenance, though resigned fell to the Lady Sara across from her… Even if she weren’t set to wed her brother, she would have garnered her the same respectful glance. “Please forgive us of this, my Lady…”
“I know that this must not have been your ideal morning… Not with the… Choice of entertainment, and our unexplained debacle.”, she began, gauging the woman’s expression from across the table. Naedira didn’t know Sara very well… In so many words, that she didn’t really know her at all. Only terrifying rumors circled the castle about the dark haired Princess. The auburn haired woman couldn’t bring herself to believe even a quarter of them, without making her own assessment. Some people were just malicious, intent on smearing the good name of another—Simply for the sake of running it through the mud. “Usually any issues are kept far from the table, especially with guests present.”
“But once in awhile there are theatrics that cannot be helped… Usually, Father is a little more sociable… And my brother, a little less forceful. They’re both admirable, honest men—Extraordinary at what they do. But the youngest of our house is a tired, sore subject.”, she explained as delicately as she could, knowing that it really wouldn’t answer anything at all… Nor would it remove the stain of an awkward situation, but Naedira would try her best.
Her face lightened, kindness showing through her graceful features as she pushed her plate back—Removing the napkin from her lap, tossing it down with certainty. There was already another fight brewing...This time, to do with the group Lorelei was currently with... Would it never end? “I’ve had enough of this hall for one morning. What of you? Would your family be terribly displeased if you escaped to get some air? I would like to get to know my future sister in law—And reinforce that Humility is not solely full of ill mannered men. And forgive my honesty… But the entertainment is obnoxious. I’d rather not be privy to it..”
Naedira would have suggested going to find Ryan… But somehow she knew her father would be hunting for him. Ryan would come to her, when he felt up to it. But until then, pushing him would only draw his ire… Despite the fact that it wasn’t directed at her, or the Lady Sara.
She waited for the lovely woman’s response at the side of the table, brushing long delicate auburn curls behind her shoulder—Her hands coming to fold delicately behind her back, laced about her hips in a way that bespoke of older, more innocent times. Almost as if she were pleading with a child hood playmate to come out and do something that may, or may not get into trouble for.  
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 5:37 am
  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"Ϯҕε ɠѳȡ ȿlȧӯεɍ" Kingdom: Veritas Rank: Dragoon Location: I hope you understand the gravity of the situation you're diving head-long into, Indigo. Alehstrasza thought to the Astral. Waving his companion's voice from his head, he turned to face a new voice, one that thankfully wasn't in his head. If he heard any other voices in his head, he might've started to question his mental health. "Indeed! Well. Sort of. Veritas may or may not remember me. Pleasure to meet you, my good sir." The man offered a warm and welcoming face, always a pleasure when coming to a new land. Regardless of whether he'd been before or not, it was entirely possible with the way that time seemed to flow in other realms that it had been centuries, or perhaps just a decade. Little did Indigo know, such just happened to be the case. Returning his attention to Xard, he scratched the back of his head lightly with an "Aw shucks" kind of look on his face. "You flatter me," Stopping for a moment, he looked up in a brief contemplation before continuing his thoughts, "though in everyone else's defence, I have had many many years to perfect my methods." As Xard spoke, Xakstrazi feigned being stabbed in the heart. "Womanizing? Come on, that's hardly fair. You know just as well as I do, more often than not they come onto me. I'll admit though, the wings usually do play a deciding factor in that..." Adding that last bit sheepishly it wasn't that he was embarrassed, but his wings were the closest to something he could ever be embarrassed about. Rightfully so, as it was always a fun discussion to explain lime-green wings... Then, as though trying to antagonize him, Xard had to go and show off "her" body. Nice enough, from what he could see in his peripheral vision, but the only thing he was filled with was the intense urge to laugh- or cringe, considering what the demon actually was. The real question was just which of those urges was stronger...likely the latter.
As the young lady introduced herself to be a Priestess in training by the name of Tantra, he kept a subtle but keen eye open. Sure, he had his fun and games, but he also stayed aware of his surroundings, lest he find himself surrounded or on the edge of a blade held by an Astral. She was under the High Priestess' training? It was unlikely, but a sure-fire way to find out just how long it had been since he was last here. "Pardon me, lady Priestess, but you say you study under the High Priestess? I don't suppose that would happen to be High Priestess Elloisia Nomine?" In his last stay of this plane, one of the few people he had come to call a friend was a High Priestess, one whom he half-heartedly hoped was the one the young Tantra trained under. He did know her, though not in a sexual fashion, even though he wouldn't have minded that. The High Priestess, from the moment they had met, knew that he wasn't from here. Normally he would've guessed how, but she was a High Priestess, he suspected she had her methods of deducing such facts. They showed one another many beautiful things, from the potential and magnificence a soul and how to reach a zen-like state, something he was quite pleased to learn considering his lifestyle. Elli, as he was permitted to call her, was a dear friend of his. Were it not for his lifestyle, which he highly considered changing at key points in time, it was entirely possible that the two would've wed. That is, assuming she was allowed to do such things in her chosen path. Since leaving however, he had all but shut off such emotions, knowing it for the best. They were still there, and as with anyone else, they would fester, but he figured it was best for all involved if he not get too involved in the first place. Such a sad existence he held sometimes, doomed to love and doomed to live. It nearly evoked a sigh from Xakstrazi, he wouldn't have stopped it if not for the company he held currently.
Well, whatever Xard's plans, they were of no concern to him. Orizanko had gotten entangled in some of the demon's convoluted schemes once or twice, and every encounter of theirs ended with an attempt on his life, probably as a means to get his hands on Bahamut's Tear. Considering the value the spear held, not only because the rare materials he gathered just to forge the bloody thing, but the fact that it held a very key part in his Avatar. Musing on this, it didn't take long at all for him to start thinking. What exactly would've brought Xard here? Sure, he was a demon who wanted power like no other, he probably killed a deity or two of his own, but what brought him here? It'd be a gamble, but hey, that's what Indigo Xakstrazi specialized in. That is, outside of the impossible which he accomplished on a regular basis and his prowess behind closed doors. Turning to face the wolf in sheep's guise, he once again spoke a language that (he hoped) hadn't been heard here. "Entre vous et je, qu'est-ce qui vous apporte vraiment ici?" (Between you and I, what really brings you here?) French was one of the more elegant languages he had the pleasure of learning, and if he hadn't appeared to be a strange man to all but Xard by now, he would've been impressed. Fluent in so many different languages, it was a mystery how he remembered them all, even managed to keep some semblance of an accent. "Devrais-je m'attendre aux foules brandissant des fourches et des flammes, en demandant votre tête?" (Should I expect mobs brandishing pitchforks and flames, calling for your head?) Chuckling lightly as he spoke, he would've preferred to keep things civil and friendly between the demon and himself, if it could be managed. The last thing he really cared for was another struggle to take the Tear.OOC:
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 7:43 pm
 You know the games I play,
And the words I say
When I want my own way
You know the lies I tell
When you've gone through Hell,
And I say I can't stay
You know how hard it can be
To keep believing in me
When everything and everyone becomes my enemy
And when there's nothing more you can do
I'm gonna blame it on you
It's not the way I wanna be
I only know that in the end you will see
It's the Opheliac in me... Location :Leaving the Dining Hall- Lalala~   
Sara’s fingers curled delicately under her cheek, and she was careful to keep the gesture looking respectful; not displaying quite so lucidly the discontent which she felt furling in her belly. This…was so…boring. Being kind, upright and respectful was dreadfully dull. But she knew she’d be better off keeping her listlessness from gracing her irises, at least in the presence of the King of Humilty, who she wanted to make a good impression on- Again, if only to spite her timid betrothed. A smile curled over a set of delicately pouty lips, her head dropping to nod in agreement at what the king said. He spoke about the mannerisms of his son, and Ryan was quick to jump to his own defense…an act which, likely to Ryan’s surprise, Sara nodded in agreement to.
”Oh, yes- he’s been a perfect gentleman, Your Majesty.” Sara allowed her head to tip slowly to the side, raven locks tumbling around her shoulders, ”After all, despite how he is so clearly enamored with Princess Lorelei, of Lust…” She willed a falter to touch her gaze, as if she were trying to contain a touch of her own sadness, ”He has been so kind in voicing his intentions to…settle, for me.” Hah! That should show him!
Although, the princess was never really allotted the chance to indulge in the fruits of her own mischief, because soon enough that other woman was upon them, naming herself as a princess of Humility; one who had supposedly died long ago. Disgruntled, Sara settled back into her seat, watching the exchange between the Humilitian royal family with a slightly sour, albeit curious countenance. The entire group seemed to be growing increasingly upset as the King asked the woman to leave their presence…Ryan excusing himself not long after. ”Wh-“, The Banshee’s gaze lifted to look at her fiancé as he rushed off, surprise riddling her features. Was he…actually running off? The cad! Hadn’t he even considered the sort of spot that might put her in?! Ugh, he was so self-centered.
…Although, she emphasize with his plight slightly…despite herself. Humph, not like she’d ever admit it, though! Of course, though, Sara wasn't quick enough to hide her own feelings- and all thoughts aside, a tiny amount of worry did lace the young girl’s eyes as she watched him go. She wondered idly if she should follow, and looked about at those who remained with a gaze that mirrored that same sentiment; lost, unsure of what to do now. What could she say? It wasn't like they could expect her to be well-practiced with such relationships, after all!
However, the King excused himself to follow first, and the princess nodded mutely at his apology, rising to curtsy at him as he, too left them.
And now it was just her and the princess Naedira…how…awkward. Swallowing, the young woman sank back into her seat and stared at the princess, expression blank; at a total loss. Naedira’s own countenance was smooth, however, reserved in a way that the Hubrian princess could never hope to mimic; she spoke an apology, to which Sara stammered a hesitant, ”Oh- It’s, uh…it’s fine.”
More hesitation enveloped her when Naedira voiced her desire to leave the dining hall, the princess throwing a look back at the scuffle which was starting to form (one which might usually cause her to fume quite openly), and then on her family…Trey’s mother, ”Ugh, I do agree,” She started flatly, not bothering to contain her ire in the same, careful way in which Naedira did, ”I’m sure they’ll be just as well without me, anyway. Let us depart, Lady Naedira!”
Sara stood, a flurry of fabric cascading over the floor, her hands balling over the material as she straightened herself entirely. Movement fluid, the girl danced over to where the elder princess had stood, one hand anxiously finding her own, ”Yes, yes! Let’s! I should like to get to know you better as well, and the gardens are so lovely at this time of day!” Although admittedly, she’d rather be in the cemetery- Sara had just enough tact most of the time that people wouldn’t mirror her opinions on that. ”And besides, you’re quite right- the people here are infuriating…so loud. I daresay it makes me want to be loud, too…though,” Another tip of her head, smile turning coy, ”That doesn’t generally end so well for others, of course.”
Finishing her statement with a small giggle, the princess turned on her heal and made light steps towards the exitway.
"The good die young -because they see it's no use living if you've got to be good"
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 8:42 pm
Theoran Lynth Kingdom: Avarice Rank: Sellsword Location: Forest outside the church.
"Theoran Lynth," he said to Xard when she requested his name. He felt no reason to try to hide his identity, his line of work left him with many powerful enemies, and just as many powerful friends. He did not miss the stunt she pulled as she regarded this Xakstrazi, and despite the allure of her... assets, it only increased Theoran's weariness of the woman.
He returned the nod to Tantra as he moved in behind her and Madelyne, his calm disposition hiding his tensed and ready muscles in the event that things got overly interesting. Though he felt as if he wanted to like and trust Xakstrazi, he remained just as wary of him, especially after hearing his fluid gibberish. At first Theoran thought it was some kind of incantation, but for it to be so open and without any physical movement, it was unlikely. Still, he fought hard not to instinctively draw a blade. You're civilised, not some scared savage, he told himself. It was only then he noticed the birds, or more accurately, the lack there of. There was no doubt in his mind that it had to do with Xard.
"A strange name, Xard," Theoran commented boldly, despite the already unease of the situation. He feigned interest in the woman, not a hard task he had to admit, despite her repulsive aura. "Might I ask the rest of the lady's name?" He was convinced that it was not a woman's first name. "Woe is me, if I have but for letters to name such a pinnacle of beauty." How he wanted to cut out his own tongue, and his eyes, as he forced them to wander in admiration.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 11:01 pm
 Eros Rasputin Gavini Kingdom: Lust Rank: The a*****e Prince. Location: Dining Hall Watching his dear soon to be life mate walking in, the cat only smiled and stood up walking toward his dear sister who had been screamed out from their father. Moving he smiled and leaned on her back with a chuckle. “ My dear, Dear Sister lorelei. How did it feel to be on Dad’s bad side?” He asked with a purr and he touched his sister cheek with one of his fake claws, his tail behind him flicked to the side. “Doesn’t feel too nice does it” He said before moving to lean on the back of the chair with a smile. He shifted almost humming before he pushed away from his sister. Oh he had to go bug his dear women now.
“Well I bothered you for the time being. It’s time to bother my dear dear women.” The cat said with a purr in his voice. He walked away from his Sister Lorelei and walked toward Danae and draped is shoulders around her shoulders and leaned forward. “ Hey my love. I haven’t seen you for awhile. How’s my little doll doing?” He asked and moved his hands slowly down and up her arms.
Eros main goal was to always be annoying and a pain. But he would never tell but he was actually getting feels for the women. But he kept acting like a d**k, he had to. Or he thought so anyway, He didn’t want to seem weak to fall in love with someone and well he figured love was a crutch. He pulled his hands back as his tail flicked to the side and his eyes fixed on the girl slightly. “Do I get a kiss Hello? Or maybe even a hug?” The cat asked with a chuckle.Why was he laughing?
Well...why did the Cat Climb the Tree to catch a Bird?
Because he could . (ooc: Crappy sorry)
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 11:03 pm
x Location:Dining Hall.
In the city, unprepared
Run and hide, stand and stare
Building's crumble in my head
Wave a flag, raise the dead
Erik Bascov had acquired a serene expression as Milani made her way towards them, his head falling into a slight, yet kind nod at the girl…his tone not as flat as it had been previously, ”Milady DeWinter, it is a pleasure to see you again. As my wife says, you are just as striking as ever; a flower amongst those in our company.” At the halt of his own statement, the King’s gaze slid listlessly from his daughter to his son, the knitting of his brows illustrating plainly how dissatisfied he was with the both of them…though his eyes did take care to linger on Nikolai; to acquire a glint in them which was almost hateful. ”You would do well not to talk back, daughter, or have all the manners we had hoped to instill in you been somehow lost?” It was the only acknowledgment he really gave Dane, his eyes sweeping over her and then turning away in much the same way they always did; as if she were insignificant to him. Erik could understand Fedora’s dislike for the girl and her brutish nature, though didn’t ever seem to mirror it entirely.
At the countesses’ explanation for her tardiness, the king lifted his hand and waved it casually, ”It is of no consequence, Milady- I am sure that Nikolai could have tried harder in waking you, but…” He trailed off, tilting his head just so as he opted to let the subject go; to give his son a pass, for once. ”Our journey was long, but we suffered no hindrances throughout. The lands about this place provided a nice distraction from the lingering hours, as they are beautiful…” The King took a careful sip of his wine, countenance no longer giving way to any sort of kind or cold sentiments, ”I think you’ll agree that they do not compare to the landscapes which our homelands provide us.”
The prince was careful to keep his eyes from centering too closely on either parent, something in his chest giving way to stark feelings of relief when Erik chose to accept Milani’s excuse for their not arriving together. Why had she chosen to defend him as well, though? Nikolai wagered that she could have easily placed the blame on him…his parent’s certainly would have bought her slurs with little to no argument. His thoughts brought him to throw the woman a puzzled gaze…one which tried to sink abruptly into its usual loathing, but he contained it for fear that his parents might see. The young man took a rather long swig from his own glass of wine, all too eager to let the alcohol sooth his annoyance with the entire situation; the stress which he didn’t care to admit it had caused him. They kept talking, some to Danae, some to Milani…and he felt no need to answer any of their queries or to comment on any statements they made; none seemed directed at him, and he was glad to keep it that way for as long as he could.
Still, his eyes rose as he noticed a familiar figure heading their way; the dark ebony skin which was Asmoda’s easy to pick out amongst the crowd. Oh gods, this couldn’t be good.
'What,' Demetri said, suddenly coming into being behind Nikolai again, brows curling downwards in a furrow, 'Is she going to do now?'
Erik didn’t initially see the knight Asmoda, his back turned to her as she neared their group…but when she bent down, spoke her vile words to him and pulled him into a kiss, the King of Prudence seethed. Red lighting up his features, the man spat against her lips and wrenched her quickly away from him, ”Vile wench!” He cried, his revulsion with the woman genuine- for though he may have loved her long ago, he had pushed those feelings far away by this point, replacing them with ones which were much safer for his station-, the truth to what he planned to say not as real, ”You…the bane of the virtuous kingdoms, dare to speak to me as if you know me? Dare to touch me as if you have any right to do so?! Someone,” The king turned, raven locks of hair falling into his smoldering expression, ”Get this beast out of my presence!
Oh dear god. Nikolai and Demetri mirrored eachother then, though most others wouldn’t see it, their eyebrows rising until they disappeared into similar heads of hair, their mouths falling agape simultaneously. This was awful…this was disgusting. This was…also…kind of awesome. The glass in his hand slipped from his grip, careening towards the ground and sending streams of red liquid across the floor around them. Had that really just happened?
The princes' expression made a brief segue from horrified to curious, eyes following Asmoda as she took the empty seat at his other side; well, this was going to make the evening much more interesting, wasn’t it? He’d been hoping to relinquish the information he’d obtained from Asmoda about his father in a more subtle fashion, but realized that he should have anticipated something like this from the woman. ”You’re not really one for subtlety, are you?” He whispered to her quietly, though Milani would perhaps here the statement as well. At the thought of her, and since Asmoda had waved someone else over (In his shock, Nikolai hadn't even noticed Eros yet, who was rubbing at his sister's shoulder in a way that would surely infuriate both of his parents), Nikolai turned a curious gaze to the countess, ”So, did I mention that this woman is my knight?” Prooooobably not…
Money fuels the fires of war
Only love worth dying for
Together when the sky falls through
A flash of red, I'll fuse with you Everyone I come across, in cages they bought
They think of me and my wandering, but I'm never what they thought
I've got my indignation, but I'm pure in all my thoughts
I'm alive...
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