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 Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 12:57 am
How sad it is... Martin Chris Hearthon 
Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation/Class: Willing Servant
Location:Corridor
As Tao showed his distaste for the ways of Martin's world. And though he himself had once felt that way, it didn't help his current situation to think such thoughts. And then Tao said something Martin found unfamiliar. Was he not a whore in himself, he had participated in all the prior acts completely on his own consent. And he was not meant for a human, so this was becoming less relative. ~Do not name names, but you are permitted to speak freely.~
He couldn't leave this man completely in the dark... "I assure you, the being I am meant for is not human, well she isn't for the most part. Some beings must thrive on energies and life forces, and I am to be a tool of perfect use. As you might not have noticed, I am a powerhouse, of limitless energy. Capable of many things, but I think you were not aware you have been taking from me. I can feel it, as you have drained my small amount and started feeding on the second layering...
Are you okay?" Martin felt concern for this newcomer as he was hurt from unknowingly doing the job Dorian was meant for. Martin felt conflicted as well, how do you help someone you are indirectly hurting? that we rarely know what we have, till it is gone.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 10:28 am
 A lady with a violin,
Playing to the seas
Hearken to the sound of calling
I tied myself to the wheel
The winds talk to my sails, not me
Come to me....Come to me... Somewhere _____________________________________________________ there my fate revealed...
I hear but how will I see? Kingdom Lust Rank: Youngest Princess Location:Dining Hall It was surprising, that so many people here were willing to come to her aid, to assist her in the throws of strife, when at home, everyone watched, her hardship a spectacle for those who didn't just visit during the Season. Amber eyes fell onto the lovely visage of Lady Dorian, ever the picture of perfection, and a small, trembling smile graced her features. “I would be a fool to deny such an invitation.” Lorelei murmured appreciatively, overjoyed that Haven would approve of her socializing – a luxury that she'd been denied all of her younger years within Lust's borders. Part of her would be careful, mindful not to be so reckless with her words, but that her betrothed would allow her such a freedom was an unexpected surprise.
For the moment, Lorelei hadn't a care to note why Dorian was going through the pains of inviting her in front of all the people; the fact that she did meant more to her than actually carrying out the behest. Until she caught her father's sharp gaze. One look, and she settled more meekly into the chair. While Haven seemed to have no qualms of his intended keeping friends, it was one of a number of things that Richard Gavini had forbade her from, and he'd not like her even entertaining the idea. A heavy curtain of eyelashes swept across her porcelain cheeks as she averted her gaze to her lap, not willing to face her father in his growing ire.
But just as soon as she lost herself in her thoughts, feeling more guilty about the whole endeavor than she really should, Eros stroked her cheek, catlike and almost condescending. “Forgive me, brother... we've not had much of an opportunity to catch up, and converse over what has transpired in events since we spoke last. ” She left her frustration from his remark out of her words and readjusted her posture to appear completely poised and serene. ~It never has, brother.~ She sent flatly, utilizing her link with him to actually speak her mind on the matter.
He was a cruel man.... cat. Prince. And perhaps he did resent his sisters for remaining their stations in Easterly Castle, but Lorelei's stay had always been the semblance of a prison, ever trapped and dictated about from underneath her father's thumb. She exhaled when he left her for Danae, unaware that she'd been holding her breath at all. He chided his unfortunate fiance, asking for a doting little note of affection, and Lorelei bit her tongue to save herself from falling into a state comparable to his rakish antics.
Haven left her side, and much as she would have liked to protest, request that he stay near... Lorelei watched in horror as the events unfolded. It seemed, the cat man was accused of being a demon, and her betrothed stood to defend the jovial feline. Somehow, watching him stand up, defend the priest of her own kingdom warmed her insides. Her lungs ceased to work as she played the perfect observer, offering silent prayers to the gods above to keep her fiance safe. So full of courage was he, that she couldn't help but marvel in how strong of a character he was – something she herself would never be.
The king's voice was quiet, private even as he leaned into speak to the princess who'd been left at the table, no longer the center of attention. (Thank the gods for their mercy)“Lorelei, darling daughter of mine.” Oh great, NOW he'd speak to her, when Haven wasn't around. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, not trusting the feigned affection that he'd voiced. It dripped with falsehoods, and the young princess did well to contain it. “You never wrote to say how many adoring fans you have.”
“Perhaps, your imminence, it was due to the fact that I didn't believe such a letter from my hand would be received well. You've given me little reason in the past to think otherwise.” Her melodies teetered in the air, a direct effect of her fear. What was he getting at? Small hands smoothed out her skirt and the princess did her best to avoid catching the king's eyes in full.
“Why, of course I'd love to hear about what Cat has been doing. I heard that she was chosen for marriage. It will do her well... Always, for their father... the world revolved around Cat. Where is she? Lost to all of us in this labyrinth of a castle?”
The siren kept her cool reserve, not allowing her irritation present itself in her soft features, and the slightest of shrugs came about as her silent answer. Her eyes flitted back to her husband-to-be, more nervous for him than she was concerned about her father's presence. He'd not likely do anything here, and so long as she surrounded herself with one of the nobles of their alliances, or stayed near her elusive sister, she'd remain safe from the fists that would otherwise sail into her flesh. “I don't know, father.” And even if she did, Lorelei would never be so cruel as to give away the girl's hiding spot.
Things settled in the dining hall for the most part, Haven had played the diplomat expected of a great king, and a part of her felt the tugs of dejection as she realized, just how miserable he would be in their marriage. She wasn't fit to be a wife – let alone the queen of the Greene dynasty. Yet, he'd been nothing but kind to her, patient and perhaps a bit doting. She had naught the words to express to him her gratitude, but silently she resolved to try the next time he called upon her.
There were many things buzzing about the hall, and Lorelei chose to be a silent observer as she finished her meal in what she hoped to be peace.
[[Oddly Oafish Commentary:]] The siren sang so sweet and watched the sailors go down, anyone would drown
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 10:55 am
 [Art by Maniac. Click on image for larger pic. Please do not copy; I commissioned artist for this art.]
Location/Situation, and Form (werehuman two legged or wolf four legged): Dining hall; unconscious and carried by R; wolfInstinct guides the animal better than the man.
In the animal it is pure, in man it is led
astray by his reason and intelligence.
~ Denis Diderot
A servant passing by heard R’s open question, and came closer while he tried to wipe some soup off his sleeve. “Excuse me sir,” the young man bowed his head at the man who’d almost started a fight while he and the other staff just tried to serve everyone else, knowing Kirkis would not want service delayed if it could be helped. He did not know whether this man was a royal, noble, or something else, but he was always polite to all the guests, for he was very good at fulfilling his duties. A servant who does not serve is rather in the wrong job, as he considered it. “I know of the gardener’s home and I could take him if you wish, milord?”
The servant really hoped that the man would say he’d follow instead, for he was a mere castle servant, and did not look forward to lugging around such a heavy creature. He knew that the beast was not wild, but he also worried that waking upon being carried around like a sack of potatoes might provoke his ire. Who knew where he might get bitten! But it seemed he would have to lug the creature, and taking him from R, the servant grunted and groaned as the heavy package was thrust upon his shoulders. He did not stand even half as well as R had stood with such a weight. “B-begging your pardon sir,” the servant muttered as he was almost bent in half trying to use a similar carrying hold on the beast, but found his spine was not quite up to the task.
Parting from the dining room with the unconscious wolf, he made a mental note to take at least a short stop at the healer after depositing him in his small shack. If he made it back without getting his face bitten off, of course. his job was not always a pleasant thing, but it allowed his family to be well cared for, and how often did someone get the chance to serve so many members of royalty and a god too (if indirectly since Kirkis handled most of those affairs anyway).
The unnatural - that too is natural.
~Goethe
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 11:58 am
Kingdom and Title:Wrath; Heir
Location/Situation: Dining hall; eating with uncle Nolan and cousin-in-law to-be Valas  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 Lincoln was glad that Valas had not made some ridiculous statements about women only being good for making children, or anything of the sort, but he did not smile at the man. “The freedom to prove she is foremost a warrior, and only second a duchess, your grace.” It wasn’t that Corrine was ‘better’ than a man, there was just no sense in the idea that either sex had more overall worth than the other. Had Lincoln’s two bodyguard throughout his childhood been different, then perhaps he might’ve had a different opinion, but that was that. He nibbled at his roll and sipped his hot coffee a little more. “The customs of Justice are lost on me, as I never studied them in depth as much as those of other kingdoms.” Primarily his enemies, but Justice didn’t seem to bother Wrath as much as Wrath didn’t bother it. This marriage would help solidify that indeed, but he still was not very pleased for Corrine’s personal sake. “But your words sound very satisfactory, though of course you’ll both have little details to contend with. Inevitable with an arranged marriage.”
Lincoln thought to himself that ‘little details’ got in the way even if an arrangement was agreed on by both parties to start with, such as his parents. It made him start to question himself about what he was doing with Nathaniel, but he chose instead to ignore that until later. He needed to speak to Corrine, after all. The blond heir finished with his food (still not having an appetite of the likes from before he’d put his soul up for a bargain), and got up from the table. “I am sure you two have much to discuss. Excuse me uncle, heir Valas.” He bowed his head to both men, then turned smoothly and walked away, wishing to stop by the healer for another work of magic. His arm was bleeding through the bandage rather much at the moment, and it was beginning to feel rather painful. It was not in his nature to show his pain, but neither was it to deal with any unnecessary bit. Those of Wrath preferred to remedy their problems rather than to suffer them, even if sometimes their methods were violent for certain cases.
The blond man walked out of the dining hall and headed towards the healer where he had another magical spell and a change of bandages, the towards the grand stairs, hoping that once he was on the next level someone could tell him where Corrine's room was. Eventually with some help he did find it, and knocked on the door softly, not wanting to bother her if she did not wish for any visitors. "Corrine, it is I. Would you care to speak a short while? If not now, you can find me in one of lower level training rooms." He waited a few seconds, then turned to leave, not wishing to nag or pester his cousin if she was not in the mood. Like him, she did have a smoldering temper, and he didn't feel like getting slapped by her for his pestering. It had only happened once when they were young, and he would much rather not tempt her to do it again rather than relying on status. Corrine had many freedoms with him that only Mishka had, and that was certainly one he worried about. Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath,
and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.
- Horace
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 2:18 pm
  Envy is thin because it bites, but never eats... Envy obscures joy. | Altonair Wood |
Prince of Envy  *~Location: Hallways -- Currently: Still walking with Max, Soren, and Mary, then reaching the Solarium~*
Max, for some reason overjoyed of speaking to a servant, began chatting rather excitedly. "Favorite food? Well, I don't think I have a food that is a particular favorite of mine. Unless you count sweet potatoes and grapes! Though I suppose there are quite a few dishes that are prepared with those two items. Then again, I am quite content with eating sweet potatoes and grapes alone! Although, pomegranate juice and pork slices are rather delicious! I also like those little dips of carrots that I was sometimes served when I was ill. You know, the ones with that special green sauce? Those! Soup also-"
Altonair had forgotten how excitable Max could be when he was faced with someone new. While he felt a bit sorry for Mary for being caught in Max's barrage of excited chatter, he was truly happy to see Max in his excitable state. Though, the sight of his decaying form never really left his mind. He needed to clean him up later. For now, the coat that he allowed Max to borrow (which was still draped around his shoulders and hung around him loosely like a cloak on his small frame) was beginning to show spots of blood and flesh on them. He could care less about that coat as long as Max held on to it. He wouldn't wear it again though.
"-aren't they? The peels are a bit bright for my eyes, but that doesn't make them any less delicious! Know what else is delicious? Fish skillets layered with spices, lime, and salt! Lime also goes good on poultry, steaks, and-huh?" Max stopped his youthful rambling of foods when Soren interjected, her guitar now in hand. Then she began playing. But that wasn't what truly captured his fascination. Soon, another Soren appeared next to her. Max, awestruck, took a step closer to Soren. "Wow! Soren, there's...there's someone who looks just like you right next to you! I think it's a ghost!"
Ah, the naive mind of a deceased youth.
Altonair, curious, as to what Max was shouting about now, turned to see what got him so excited now. His eyebrow rose when he caught sight of the Soren doppelganger, that familiar envy within boiling in his veins. Ah, yes. Knights can have these wondrous abilities too, Altonair. To help aid them in their roles to protect. No need to get worked up over this display of grand gifts. You're trying to make a good impression here, remember? Calm. Down. His inner monologue helped dissuade whatever dark thoughts lingered in his core. The only outward sign of his envy was his hand running through his hair. "F-fantastic, Soren. Your ability is almost as marvelous as your musical talent. I didn't know you played guitar." Well, he didn't know anything about her before. In the meantime, he hoped his compliment would help distract any attention aware from any signs of ill envy that he may have been unintentionally emitting.
His steady gaze returned to the path in front of them, though he stopped walking as soon as he caught sight of a familiar entrance. Ah, looks like they had reached the Solarium. Good. He was beginning to wonder if he got lost on the way here. "Seems we're here. Now, let's search for brother and sister, shall we?" his voice was a bit nervous as he hadn't really thought about how Nathaniel and Evony would react to Max's appearance and his....appearance.
With Max's hand in his ( And one last glance at Soren's illusion. "So cool! Can it fight?" ), Altonair walked into the Solarium, the warmth of the room greeting him fondly and bringing much needed relief to his frayed nerves.
His eyes scanned the room, searching for Nathaniel and Evony. And there they were, sitting at a table with some green haired guest. He waved at them. "I'm surprised that I didn't get lost on the way here!" he said to them, loud enough too hopefully catch their attention. Max waved at them too, dreadfully oblivious to his morbid form.
He was a bit hungry though. Perhaps Nathaniel wouldn't mind if he went in for a bite....? 
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 2:31 pm
 ∮The Countess∮ I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined Dining HallHer cheeks tinged the perfect shade of pink from Erik's words; it pleased her to know that her in-laws thought so highly of her character, that they always had. While it was likely that which had promised her to Nikolai, the countess couldn't help but be satisfied that they approved of her in every way. She kept herself from shifting uncomfortably when his gaze flicked hatefully to his children, a particularly unkind expression crossed his face when it lingered upon Nikolai. “ Your majesty is kinder than I deserve, I'm sure.” Milani stated graciously, bowing into another curtsy before her liege. He of course, reprimanded Danae's ill-mannerisms, not at all unexpected. She was a princess, the daughter of a great sovereignty; as such would be expected to appear poised, strong, but pure. And of course untainted by the horrors of battle, or to be so openly affectionate with her future husband, who was massaging her shoulders and asking for a kiss. The countess felt some form of sympathy for the girl, misunderstood and born into the wrong station for what she was suited for. At least though, Erik didn't seem to detest his princess quite as much as he did his son, the latter a disappointment to the entirety of Prudence.  She breathed, the air relief that Erik was content not to continue harping on Nikolai about not showing up with a dutiful fiance at his side. Yes, frankly... it annoyed her that he didn't think about appearing proper, ever, as though he didn't care about the appearance he gave off to those around them, when they were clearly dining with those who may, in the future become the enemies that all kings and queens fear. To not appear as expected would be seen as a weakness – a fault, that Prudence couldn't afford simply because Nikolai was flippant, arrant about his role as the future king. His frivolous behavior, unseemly escapades would soon come to a halt. But she owed him, for what he'd done in the catacombs... and for the most minute of moments, there had been a truce between them, and gave the countess the slightest of hopes that one day he would assume the leader he'd been when they'd been on the brink of an ill-fated end. He was oblivious to her reasoning, that apparent by the quizzical stare he gave her. It was better, for the whole of their kingdom, if the king and queen did not pick at their heir. And that would be the precise reason she gave him if he inquired about it, leaving sentiments behind, tucked away for him not to know of. The stubborn man wouldn't appreciate it even if she did choose to divulge. “ I found myself thinking the same, when my father and mother sent me here as a refugee, at your majesty's behest, of course.” In truth, the scenic lands had done little to fray her nerves; she'd been furious to be sent here, to have been promised to the younger Bascov brother. “ I'm quite fond of the sights that this realm offers, but I do find myself agreeing that ours are indeed, quite a bit more suited to my own tastes.” Their conversation continued, much along the same lines of all that the future queen had been prepared for – no surprises, or deviations from her tutelage. She too missed the knight approaching their part of the table, missed the intent of the woman entirely.. until it was too late. Milani paled at the brazen behavior Asmoda had chosen to display. Kissing the king of Prudence, in the presence of his wife? Hadn't she any clout, regard for the institution of marriage? Her eyes became gelid, frozen from any sort of emotion, and the countess remained silent, fearful that some terse remark might otherwise break the bounds of her tongue. The fight betwixt the cat, the red head and company and the heir to Fortitude continued, and Milani might have been tense in her chair, were it not for her own kingdom's scandals being so openly displayed. Her fingers wrapped tighter about her fork in effort to steady her hand as Erik lost his temper. If the woman reacted at all the way she had in the catacombs, this would not end well.
”Your grace, I'm quite sure that now is not the time to make such stark declarations.” She whispered, unable to keep the traces of horror from plaguing her expression. Aside from Asmoda's lack of training of serving in a proper court, Milani, while she didn't particularly care for the woman, thought she'd be more than apt as a knight for their kingdom – had she shared their scruples. Making doting affections upon the king was not a way to earn favor. Infidelity was a crime punishable by death in Prudence, so for her to insinuate just that about the king was unthinkable.
She winced as Asmoda cackled, the situation only growing from atrocious to worse. The woman was making it lucid that she would not let this go. And the insinuation... that Nikolai had slept with her.. Ice blue eyes flashed upon Nikolai's countenance searching for the truth of those words. Had he? Had he gone against the most sacred of Prudence's dogmas? Fedora's ire only grew with the fallen angel's insolent words, marking the queen of Prudence a whore, belittled to the concept of being a mistress. “How dare you.” She spat, glowering at her through a curtain darkened tresses, pulling on Erik's arm possessively. “He'd not speak of his wife to the likes of some harlot like you. Erik, sweet, I think we're done here; I've lost my appetite at the sight of a hideous beast making its way to the table. Veritas doesn't know how to keep dogs from spoiling a meal, apparently.”
“Milani, I'll call upon you and Nikolai before we leave,” Concern threaded in her eyes, making it abundantly clear that she hadn't missed the announcement her son had made.
But there was a difference between the knight's class and her own. This would not be played out here, before the courts of the other kingdoms. I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned ∮Milani DeWinters∮
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 10:27 am
Amarenth Soren "Sora" Hyuga Kingdom: Envy
Rank: Knight
Location:Hallway then Solarium, I probably should have thought that through a bit more.
Cross through the night
I looked down and lost my way
my light
Soren could tell Mary felt a bit uncomfortable with all the attention Max was giving her. It wasn't everday that her friend got questioned in such a fashion. Then again, she probably got questioned more than Soren did. In Soren's eyes, that was a good thing. "I have fixed grapes and sweet potatoes for sure! It is one of many good side items to a good main dish." Mary tapped her chin and smiled as Max continued. "I have fixed all those foods before at one point in time. I think the only thing I haven't cooked yet is a goose. I don't think I've done that yet." Mary remarked calmly and looked over at Soren.
Soren looked back at her as Max noticed the copy of herself. She could tell Mary relaxed a little bit, enjoying the lack of attention. "No, it isn't a ghost. Well, in the same sense of one. It's more a copy of myself. I can make it do things that most people can normally do. However, I can't make it open doors or pick up objects. It disappears if I have it do that." Soren told calmly and smiled at Max.
Her eyes looked over at Altonair when he talked. She could see the tiny swirl of Envy in his eyes. Reminds me of my aunt. Her aunt was a good woman, but had terrible envy issues. Good thing I'm not from Envy at all. The aunt she lived with was her mother's half sister, her father having an affair with a woman of Envy long before Soren was born. Thus, Soren wasn't of Envy at all. Though, she never told anyone that. Not even Mary. I would probably get kicked out of the Army if they knew my relation to Envy isn't even by blood.
"I thought you heard me play once. I am sure I have played for Evony before. Maybe it was just my memory tricking me." Soren told kindly and tapped her chin. "I thank you for the compliment Sir Altonair. Though next time, I recommended closing your eyes." Soren joked lightly and smirked slightly. She meant Altonair no harm with her jest. Soren just thought some helpful advice wouldn't hurt him none. After all, no one liked an extremely envious person.
She heard Max's question then, after hearing that they were at the Solarium. "Nope. It's more used for distraction than for actual fighting." Soren played a simple tune to dismiss it and put up her guitar. The shock of Max would be enough for the two Envy children already in there. She followed Altonair in as her eyes scanned the three people inside. She recognized Evony and Nathenial. However, the green haired lady seemed familiar. It was on the tip of her tongue.
"Mary, do you recognize that woman?" Soren motioned to the green haired lady and Mary nodded her head. "I think she is a Noble of Envy, but don't take my word on it. Though if she is here, I wonder if the rumors are true then?" Soren tilted her head. "What rumors?" Mary moved closer towards Soren so she could whisper in her ear. "I heard once that her and Altonair had some kind of relationship. I never if it was true or not. When I asked about it to the other kitchen staff, they knew nothing about it. Thus, I just pushed it off as a untruth of the cleaning servent." Soren nodded, a bit confused as she looked at the two of them. "You sure you heard that?" Mary nodded to Soren's question as she looked over at Altonair. Things are about to get more interesting aren't they? And here I thought it couldn't get any stranger.
Thus, Soren leaned up against the wall, waiting for the outcome of their exchange. Brought to my knees
Though the darkness surrounds
it pull me down,
I do sink beneath
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 5:48 pm
 Corrine Brooke Masterson // Nolan Masterson Kingdom: Wrath ✩ Rank: Arch Duchess ✩ Location: Veritas' Castle ✩ Personal Chambers  "What are you doing," the Arch Duchess demanded as she arrived to her room to find her personal belongings being moved. Rushing forward in a flow of billowing white, she saw that everything in her room had been packed, the girl's face contorting into a mix of rage and exasperation. What more could he do to her today? Not only was she going to be forced to marry an elf, but he was going to be living in an adjacent room? The servants carrying her trunks paused, lowering their heads out of respect as one of the men finally spoke up.
"Lord Veritas instructed that you're things were to be moved to the room adjoining Master Valas'," he explained, motioning for the servants to continue their work. There was nothing she could say - they were acting on their master's orders. Unless she wanted to take it up with the God himself, which she knew would be a waste, she was stuck with her situation for now. She would never get her father to intervene on her behalf - after his little stunt with this marriage, she wasn't sure she would want his "help" ever again.
Moving to sit on the windowsill of her room, a soft sigh escaping her as the servants moved her things out one by one, her green eyes closed with an escaped sigh. Her emotions were running haywire - so many wanting to be expressed at once that she almost felt catatonic. It wasn't until she heard a knock on the door and Lincoln's voice that she was brought back to the reality of her situation, turning to the door as she heard him turn to leave. Standing, she rushed to stop him before he got too far, pushing her hair out of her face as she reached out to grab his shoulder.
"You wished to see me?" she spoke with a slight smile - something she couldn't quite help. She knew that he would have done something, anything to help her situation if he could have. He had always been kind to her, always asserted her rights when she was unable to. It was those reasons and more that caused him to be her favorite cousin - if there were anyone she would want with her right now, it was him. Her arm slid into his as she motioned for him to continue wherever he was going - she could use some distraction right now.
"They're moving my room to one adjacent to Valas'. As if my father and our host could think of any other ways to torture me today," she spoke, a great deal of disdain dripping from every word. As soon as the words left her mouth, she wished she had not spoken them. If they heard her, there was no doubt it could be construed as a challenge - the last thing she needed was to be messed with more than she already was. Her gaze remained steady on the ground as they walked, Corrine letting her cousin lead the way. Releasing a soft sigh, her turned her gaze forward once more, her expression steeling over. Now was the time for her to keep her emotions in check, to not let on how angry she was at those around her for putting her in this situation.
"So, what did you want to speak about?"
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Nolan smiled a bit at the exchange between his nephew and future son-in-law. It was refreshing to hear that his daughter would be respected, though he also hoped that Valas would know when to take a firm hand with her. Corrine was an impressive warrior, but if he did not establish himself as the dominant figure at the beginning of their marriage, he would have a hard time keeping his new queen in line. As his daughter, Nolan had always been impressed by his daughter's free spirit, but as a daughter of Wrath she often did not know when to hold her tongue or simply do as she was told.
Lincoln seemed to be as agitated as his daughter was with the idea of Corrine's marriage, though the boy had enough propriety to explore the benefits of such a union. As the heir to his kingdom rose and excused himself from the table, Nolan rose as well, giving the heir his deserved bow. No doubt they would be seeing more of each other later. Turning to Valas, who was still picking at the meal before him, the Arch Duke took his seat once more, draining his goblet of wine and motioning for a nearby servant to re-fill it.
"I'm sure that as the time for the marriage approaches you'll see what we mean by letting Corrine's assets shine. She has the potential to be a great queen. But getting through to her will take patience and a subtly firm hand. Don't let her intimidate you," he cautioned, taking another drink of wine before standing himself, adjusting the furs on his shoulders. He had not freshened up since he journeyed here to meet with their God Host. A bath would do him good. Dipping into a respectful bow, the Arch Duke backed from the table.
"If you'll excuse me Highness, I'm sure we'll be spending more time together as the wedding plans get underway." Turning, he walked off to the chambers he would be staying in, a small smile on his lips indicating that he thought today to be a total success. His daughter may not be happy with him, but at the end of the day she would thank him. He'd secured her future, a future that she should be happy about. After all, no father could ask for more than for his daughter to be wed to an Heir, her standing increased to that of a ruler. Whether she thanked him or not, she would do well to take advantage of the gift he'd given her. ((Oodles Of Carrots: )
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 9:11 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI might steal your clothes  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxand wear them if they fit meKingdom: Veritas/Lust Rank: Peasant Location: Hallway.╔═════════════════════════════════════♛═════════════════════════════════════╗
Tao let out a low moan as Martin spoke. "Oh. I see." A silver spark flew out from his bracelet and hit his arm, leaving a burn and breaking the cloth. He let out a gentle 'ouch' before looking at Martin. "Any-" Another spark, this time hitting him in the face and causing him to flinch, "Chance you can-" Another, right in the chest. "********." He flung his arms out, the bracelet was in overdrive and absorbing even more energy. This was bad, really bad. The bolts increased, now appearing out of different parts of his body. s**t. "********, too late."
The energy was becoming to much and he looked at Martin, "My advice is to get away from me, now." He put his hands out and began to gather the energy, trying to push out more energy than he was sucking in. A ball of silver energy began to collect in front of his hands, growing larger by the second and fluctuating as energy shot out from it slamming into the walls. s**t, s**t, s**t, s**t! He was collecting far too much energy for his body to handle, and it wasn't stopping. "TURN IT OFF!" His voice got incredibly high and the command turned into more of a screech. This was really bad. The sparks were getting worse, his body was getting buffeted by energy of it's own abilities. This was horrible, the area around them was screwed, and he hoped their host was not too attached to it. "And get whoever is around here out!" If he was successful, a big IF, he would ex pulse as much energy as possible and fire it off down the hallway, hopefully a wall was not too close, and he would place a shield around his self and Martin if he decided to stick around.
He continued pouring energy into the ball, trying to concentrate through the multiple injuries now appearing all over his body. He had always hoped to run into someone who was much like a human energy source, someone he could keep around and use to fuel his more powerful spells. This was not what he was expecting. Why hadn't he realized it sooner? The man was obviously the cause, not on of the nobles. This sucked royal balls, something he hoped he could do while he was here. More than their balls, of course, maybe a little of their- oh lord this was not the time for him to be thinking about that.
His eyes began to glow silver, the energy was overwhelming his body. This was was probably going to end badly. The ball was now about the size of an ogre's head, a small ogre but still. This thing was going to make a big boom.
╚═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝ ☪ OOC ☪ . 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: Thu Feb 03, 2011 11:40 pm
Kingdom and Title:Wrath; Heir
Location/Situation: Upper halls; walking with CorrineI 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 Lincoln tensed as he felt a hand grab his shoulder, and had his dagger half-drawn out before her voice made his realize it was only her. Dying had seemingly quickened his reflexes. Relaxing as he looked into her smiling face, the blond heir returned his dagger to its hidden spot, then pressed his free hand on top of hers while she had hooked herself around his right side. His arm hurt mildly at the movement, but at least it didn’t start bleeding again through the new bandage. It was a casual way to escort a lady, and he would enjoy it until she was actually married (and perhaps even beyond, just because it did rub him the wrong way that Valas was from a virtuous kingdom). “Are they now?”
The man’s tone indicated how he was also displeased with hearing this, so he added in a slightly more upbeat manner (well, upbeat for him), “As long as you assure Valas he’ll be gutted like a fish if he tries to enter your room, I assume he’ll not bother you too much. It is a shame to lose your room, have you all ready become comfortable in it?” They continued to walk through the hallways, at a calm pace as Lincoln assumed that either they’d arrive at the training rooms, or not, as he’d learned getting upset at the way things never seemed to be where they should be, sometimes was unavoidable. “For an elf, he seems to actually have a decent head on his shoulders, dear cousin. There is a hint of that... that odd flighty-ness that elves have, but at least he seems a generally mature individual. And he didn’t try to tell me off about a woman’s place or any such hogwash as that.”
He was quite for a few more steps, then added, “It seems to me that you are also maturing Corrine. A few years ago you would not have left the table without throwing your wine in Valas’ face and telling your father off, or am I wrong?” He chuckled lightly, though the sound was a deep baritone. “I think I would’ve enjoyed walking in on that conversation, provided I wasn’t standing near the mess.”
Lincoln wanted to reassure her that he wished he could do something about her predicament, but at the same time, he did not want to continue to harp on the fact that there was nothing he could do. “You wouldn’t need to be a queen widow, would you my dear?” he whispered very softly, using old Wrathian (which would have sounded like “German” to Jack, Indigo, and perhaps a few other ‘travelers’; they had both used it in childhood to have their secrets, but he wasn't 100% sure she still remembered it like he did, having a bit more tutors that preferred the old language). He did not have the same urgency as he had with Mishka, for at least this was a decent match compared to the scum of Fortitude. Pointed elf ears were much more tolerable than freakish bird wings. And an heir even moreso. But he would allow Corrine to make her own decision; after all, if anyone was able to strike at Valas closely, it would be her. He was willing to support her if needed, of course.
“And as to my own... situation,” the blond said in English and a normal volume. “I wished to ask your opinion of a matter of a ... young lady.” He grinned a little now, knowing Corrine knew full well how often he had enjoyed his bedmates, the multitude of them. “However, not only is she VERY young, that I have no interest in her as a nightly companion at the moment, but I would wish to convince her, that when she comes of age, that she might ask her brother to suggest a union between us. Which is a bit of a challenge.” He had to drop his eyes for a minute, smiling ruefully at himself. He was usually so very forward, that this tiptoeing about it seemed rather silly once he had to voice it all out. “It would be better if he assumed it was his idea, rather than my own. After all, then I would be able to name my price for wedding someone I wished to all along. A most profitable situation for Wrath. Though I am trying to manage things so that I might make the suggestion if need be.”
His smile dropped a bit, as he looked ahead of them as they continued to walk the hallways, at least now they’d successfully gotten to the first floor. “Yet I do not know if i am being foolish, cousin. She would be safer being my mistress than my wife, you know how it is at home. But it seems... somehow wrong of me to do so, with her. It was the way of my father and mother to have children with anyone but each other, and though I love every one of my living siblings,” (the meaning behind the exact words something Corrine would know about, but would know better than to bring up), “it would feel a disservice to have a child with anyone but her. When the time comes of course, I cannot stress enough, or you might think me a foul beast.”
Usually he was a man of few words, but he knew Corrine could only advise him if he gave her as many details as he could. “And when it comes to the politics of it, the union would be quite useful, but I would have to take the reins of control completely. Not that I think she would mind, she has her passions far from government, I think.”Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath,
and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.
- Horace
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 4:04 pm
  
~Kingdom: Hubris~
~Title: Heir~
~Location: Training Grounds~
Trey lowered his bow a bit as he listened to his brother, eying the arrow that was now embedded in the target. ”No, unfortunately we haven’t had any clue as to who assassinated her, though our late brother’s murderer was high on our list of suspects,” he explained as he reached back to pull out another arrow. ”You aren’t the only one, I think we all want to get our hands on the culprit,” he added after a moment, just as plagued by the curious question as his sibling was. Who had killed their sister?
A faint smile lingered on the heir’s lips as his brother mentioned ‘sharing’ his eye candy; the idea alone was amusing to say the least. ”I suppose you’re right, and I’d be lying if I said that none of them have caught my eye,” he shrugged, recalling one in particular. He would never mention her aloud though, mostly because she seemed to have an alluring effect when it came to nearly any man that got near her. ”Though most of them are already paired..and going through such trouble to break such a tie doesn’t seem worth it. I guess I’ll just observe from a distance for now,” he told Richard with a wry grin.
Another laugh formed at the back of Trey’s throat as he heard his sibling tease him about his faulty accuracy with the bow. ”It’s been awhile, though if you’re so sure of yourself…” he held out his bow to his brother, offering an arrow as well as if to prove his skill. He knew that he had only been joking but he only thought it fair to tease him in return – it was what brothers were for. ”Unless of course this isn’t your forte?” He hadn’t trained with Richard in ages but he knew that it wasn’t common for him to dabble in archery.
[[OOC: A bit short, forgive me. x_x]]
 
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 6:48 pm
Corrine Brooke Masterson Kingdom: Wrath ✩ Rank: Arch Duchess ✩ Location: Veritas' Castle ✩ Personal Chambers Corrine's knowing glance indicated that she knew of his weapon, even if she had not exactly seen it. She knew enough of her cousin to know that he would never be unarmed - it was that same training that made her so dangerous. His words about her adjoining chambers with Valas actually made her laugh, her head momentarily leaning against her cousin's shoulder. He always knew how to make her feel better - and there would definitely be no man stepping into her chambers and leaving alive without her consent. He would definitely know that.
"Like a fish and then some," she said with another chuckle, taking a deeper breath as he asked if she was already settled into her old room. The truth of the matter was that she had been here so little time that she wasn't exactly settled in anywhere - she still wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of being here at all. But it had been nice to have her own space - now she would have to share that space with someone else. An elf no less. They may have been joking around, but if he did try to enter her room without her permission, she couldn't be held responsible for her actions.
"I…liked it there. But you know me, I've never stayed in one place for very long…until mom died at least," she said with a thoughtful gaze downward. Lincoln's kinder words about her fiance elicited a mixture of emotions from her. Sure, there might be some good qualities to him, but she wasn't sure she was ready to contemplate them yet. In fact she was still determined to find a way out of this whole mess. Her counsin's assertions that she'd matured elicited another chuckle from her as green eyes turned to him, one eyebrow raising ever so slightly.
"I'd probably have thrown some wine on you as well, just for good measure. Of course, that was before I became a betrothed woman," she said with obvious mocking in her tone as the sentence came to an end. His old Wrathian earned a sideways glance, a glint of danger in her green eyes that almost seemed to wink at him. Her lack of words could be construed however he wanted them to be, the conversation then turning to his own problems. AS he mentioned it was a problem about a young lady, Corrine's gaze turned to him completely, an amused grin creeping onto her features. They had always had a close enough bond where either could come to the other with any problem - but for some reason Corrine was always amused when he came to her with problems of this nature. She was hardly the one to be giving advice in this area - she was 26, unmarried and if her father knew anything of her previous love life he would certainly lock her in a room and never let her out again until she was married and it would all be forgotten.
Her cousin's explanation of his predicament would have elicited a laugh from her if she had not respected him so much. He was truly a master of politics - a genius that she would never be allowed to be outright. It wasn't that she didn't have the intellectual capacity for the job, it was more that she didn't have the patience. Or the right genitalia. But that was neither here or there. Right now, her friend and relative was asking her for help - the least she could do was offer what advice she could.
"If I didn't know any better, dear cousin, I would think you were in the verges of love with this child - I mean, girl," she said with a slight grin, unable to stop herself. Her eyes were apologetic, the woman clearing her throat. Their situations were made more complicated with their, mainly his, family life. There were many levels to this problem, not the least of which were the girl's age and the family she would be brought in to.
"Look, you know the risks as well as I do. But if Wrath is going to be benefited by playing the stakes like this, then it's important to work all the angles. If her brother is the one that needs convincing, you should focus your attentions on that. I'd be willing to help any way I can, if you ask me. May I ask who this lucky lady is?" Her words were soft, a tone that she only used with those closest to her. His situation was the perfect mix of personal and political, and all she could do was offer her support and aid if he needed anything. Now that she was betrothed, and her fiance was living next door, her talents in persuasion would be limited to beating the man senseless if he didn't cooperate, but maybe her politically savvy cousin would have something else in mind. After all, turning her attention to matters such as these would be a welcome distraction from her pending nuptials.((Oodles Of Carrots: )
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 7:03 pm
 Theoran Lynth Kingdom: Avarice Rank: Sellsword Location: The Forest by the Church. When exactly the conversation had changed to Xakstrazi's sex life, Theoran wasn't sure, and to be honest he didn't really care, they had bigger problems to worry about, what with Xard being a demon showing interest in the Lady Madelyne. When at last the conversation shifted back to the matter at hand, Theoran followed Xakstrazi out of earshot of Tantra and listened to the Astral. What was said only confirmed that what Theoran had heard had some merit, how much remained to be seen. But considering the alternative, Theoran didn't feel the need to judge Xakstrazi harshly. "Even if the worst of what I heard was true to your kind," Theoran began as he supported the Princesses weight. "It is still better to side with an Astral then sell your soul to a demon."Theoran's features showed that he meant what he said, after all, this wouldn't be the first time he had to decide between two evils. "You have shown that you at least care enough to foil Xard's plans, which means we're on the same side, for now at least. Rest assured, should the opportunity arise to find out about this Blood King of the Astrals, I will take it. Until then, I'm sure you'll have many chances to prove or disprove the tales I've heard." He offered Xakstrazi an almost challenging smirk as he turned back towards Tantra, the Princess in his arms. If she woke up while he was carrying her, hopefully she trusted him enough not to freak out. Needless to say, he suddenly wished he was wearing his armour.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 11:16 pm
Location: Solarium- Exit, stage left.  --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 
Evony was growing more content; happy to be in the presence of friends, and she let it show upon her dainty features. Another sip of tea, a cordial nod towards Amber; Oh, she was grateful that both she and Nathaniel had let her little lapses slide, more than they could ever realize. Pale eyes closed in a blink, then opened again, flitting between her brother and the new woman at the table, mouth falling agape as she described her relationship with Altonair.
”O-oh, really?” Silly girl! That should have been your first guess! Why else would she have come all this way to see him? ”T-that’s…I see, that makes sense.” ‘Wonderful’, she wanted to say…but held the word to her chest, unable to voice it when she knew that her brother had been promised to another; someone she had grown to like a great deal already…and it was rather lucid that this woman hadn’t a clue of it. Empathy swelled in her then, sympathy which she simply couldn’t voice for fear of being the person who might crash Amber’s aspirations. She seemed like a nice enough woman…the poor dear.
The princess opted to keep her perceptiveness towards the woman’s intentions to herself, staring down into her tea-cup with a listless air and leaving it to Nathaniel to be the bearer of bad news. Selfish of her, perhaps, but Nathaniel had never seemed to mind such tasks in the past. ”I hope the tea is to your liking, Milady.” It was all she could think to say in that moment, but she did so sweetly, attempting to veil her awkward feelings with a bewitching smile at the two.
Somewhere in the distance, voices emerged, wafting around them like a fine mist…and Evony’s head rose slightly to meet the sound, for some of those voices were oddly familiar. She couldn’t quite pinpoint one…for though she knew it…without a doubt, knew it, it was an…unexpected tone; as foreign as it was familiar. Her chin inclined, a few ringlets of golden hair falling into her eyes, which were alight with a question she couldn’t bring herself to ask…not even when the figure of Altonair, Soren, and a servant woman came into view.
And Max…though, not the Max she knew; he looked younger somehow, even through the haze which his rotted flesh cast about his visage. Younger, and bleeding…and dead.
The sight of him caused the already fair pallor of Evony’s flesh to lighten, horror stretching over her features, burying the better half of her face under the width of her eyes as they grew expansive in shock. ”Max…” It was a hushed word, spoken hesitantly as if, by even saying it, she might somehow banish the sight of her elder brother; the one who had died on the battlefield just before she had taken leave of Envy.
Evony couldn’t bear to see him like this…in this horrible state. Was this truly her brother? She didn’t know, and in that moment, wasn’t able to care, ”Please excuse me.” The princess whispered hurriedly, her feet catapulting towards the ground with such haste that the chair she sat in rattled and fell to the floor. Slippered feet brought her into a shaking curtsy at those in the room, before she righted herself and fled from sight…trying already to contain the bile which was rising into her throat.
Everything whirled into a blur as the girl disappeared from the Solarium, her steps carrying her far too quickly for following her to be possible…and that was for the best. Her mind hadn’t yet even come to terms with what she’d just seen, and her body was already rejecting the repugnant sight of it. Left turn…right…down one hallway, and then another…and when she couldn’t take it anymore, the girl leaned forward in a flurry of satin dress folds and silken flaxen tresses, and vomited on the cold stone flooring.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 3:54 am
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Ƞaedira Ȉllesande
╚════════════════╝ Kingdom: Humility
Rank: 1st Princess
Location: ...To the Solarium?   Naedira held the pieces of her heart together gracefully in the presence of the sweet little Lady Sara. She was young, and petulant… Ryan would likely acquiesce to her every demand without a fight. It was her ever changing expressions that wove a story that made the First Princess of Humility chuckle, despite the situation. She was good at burying her emotions… She had to be. There had been enough loss in her family to last a lifetime… She had to be strong, for her brother, her father—for her people. She was their shield maiden, the only daughter of her line left, and they deserved nothing but perfection.
Though she did glance back towards the doppelganger of her sister—Just in time to see her collapse. Imposter or not… It pained her, to see the visage of her sister fall. Pained her enough that… A flicker of hope, lit the tip of her heart… She’d never felt so sympathetic towards a so called… imposter… before. The kindness in Naedira wanted to at least…Check her, to see if she had taken ill… But she was surrounded by others… Others, that could freely care for her—And not feel the wrath, and shame, of her father.
No, she could not disgrace her family in that way.
Would not.
It was once again Sara that saved her, her delighted gasp drawing Naedira’s full attention back towards her. “Then purple you shall have…”, she twirled her finger in the air and it became a vibrant shade of purple. A rose clearly could not be that color…. But it was.
“I’m not sure if she can manipulate colors the way I do… But It couldn’t hurt to ask her. She’s a very sweet little thing…”, she trailed off, thoughtfully, her finger pressing to her lips for a moment—Before she waved her hand. All of the roses on their side of the garden turned the same shade that Sara currently held. “But in the mean time, enjoy these.”
She wasn’t sure what the grounds keeper would think of her changing the colors of the foliage…But he had seemed gentle enough, not to mind, so long as they didn’t completely destroy them.
“Only acquainted with six of them? To have six siblings…”, she fluttered her eyelashes in a mock swoon, the back of her hand pressed to her forehead before she giggled softly.
It was interesting to hear a different way of life from the Princess of Hubris. The king only took mistresses? How extraordinary… Her own father was simply very unlucky with his queens. Sara mentioned Trey, and the Princess of Humility couldn’t help but grin mischievously. Trey, was most definitely the handsome one.
“Music and festivals? I think we’ll get along fine… Rainy days are good for playing in. Or, avoiding a ceremony. Dancing…”, she trailed off with a thoughtful look, wondering curiously, if she had simply missed a party in this castle… It would have been endlessly entertaining to see so much royalty dancing and cavorting together in one room. She could only imagine how many tempers would flare… “I think, I might push for a rainy day tomorrow… Or at the very least, overcast. Toying with the natural order of things can be… A tad, destructive.”
“Ryan is…”, Naedira trailed off, trying to think of words to describe her brother that would do him justice… “Ryan is very kind, and very fair. And I promise you—Get to know him. He won’t always be so quiet—Nor so altruistic. Prepare yourself for the storm cloud that is his bad days.”
“You’ll fair wonderfully, Lady Sara…”, she corrected her, sending her a reassuring glance… “Humility could use a little….Spice. You could be just the right ingredient to take away the bland.”
Sara pointed out that Madelyne had fallen—And Naedira did not glance back this time. Her heart could not take that. “It was the same girl. Some of the others she has attracted with her…Theatrics shall attend her.”
Naedira’s hard expression softened when Sara asked her if she was being too insensitive… “Not at all, darling…You aren’t insensitive…You’ve just very honest. Most people just don’t want to hear the truth… If she is a fraud… If she is a fake, dead set on causing my family pain…Then that is the perfect punishment for her. I bid you, scream until she can hear, think, no more. If she is not an imposter…Than my Madelyne, would certainly understand my situation—And understand my discretion in these times. My father will notify me when a decision has been made.”
For a moment her hazel eyes were dark-- Reflective like mirrored glass. It was clear that it upset the Princess of Humility... But she wouldn't bend to it, wouldn't break. This was not the first some, someone had pretended to be Madelyne Riley.
Naedira smiled then and glanced towards the Princess of Hubris… “The Solarium isn’t far—Perhaps we should go see if the Princess of Envy is present. I understand that she usually takes her tea there…”
‘And it will get me far, far away—From the tragic horror, turned mockery that is my sisters death.’ 
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