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 Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 7:03 pm
((Hey nef...would you be able to do me a favor....Could Oban have one of those cool looking titles? sweatdrop ))
As the night fell upon them, Oban as well retired to his own chambers. He felt concern for his brother, for he had not yet witnessed such a scowl upon his own twin's face in all his life...aside from when father chose to train Oban in the sword however. Such a feature did not suit the prince and the young lord itched to know what it was that ailed his brother.
On the other hand, the worries he carried seemed such a distant thought however, for the grand arrival of the most recent events had brought him more joy than any other prior. He was a proud husband, on his path to be Garnoff's loyal king, a warrior respected by the people as the "Titan" a name to be placed in legends for certain. As these thoughts of light arrived to comfort him, small shadows of foreboding seemed to slip away. Oban was overflowing with joy.
Even as he made his way down the halls, the well kept carpeting carrying him onward with comfort, a man wearing rather peculiar white clothing approached him. His beard was lengthy upon a single side, while upon the other it appeared as if he'd recently shaved. His right eyebrow was rather thinner than that of the other, and the eye beneath it seemed pale in comparison. The man was not old, but appeared to be of his father's own age.
"My lord, the masters of the Soaring Fortress have lent their aid to the guards. Your kingdom shall not fall victim to further unknown intrusion." The peculiar man assured him, his white clothes clearly signifying that he too was among the masters of the kingdom. "Should one man, one bird, one insect of minor significance approach our halls, we shall know of it." The odd fellow then gave a deep respectful bow, clearly aware of Oban's true stature. As he lifted his head however, he found himself rather shocked.
"Garnoff owes you thanks more than I, therefore I give my thanks for your cooperation Master Shinkoo." Oban announced to the man, with a bow far deeper than that offered by the master himself. This of course was a sign of true respect and thanks, for in terms of royalty, all were to bow lower than the king or his family, and thus for such a low bow to be so presented one would surely appreciate the thanks.
Oban left Shinkoo standing there in shock, far more happy than he had even been before as he approached his own quarters. This night he would sleep well, but of course the prince couldn't help but feel that he could sleep far better when accompanied by his beloved wife.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 9:11 pm
Issimenna Sorrian  OOC: You mean like the whole "Grand Princess" thing?
Menna could not be as happy as her husband. This worrying about her future was new to her. Her father had kept her in such a restricted little cage back in Dokoro, she worried only about avoiding his ire and enduring the idle chatter of her ladies-in-waiting. Now she had an effect on things that were happening around her. And as gratifying as that felt, it was also frightening. If something went wrong, she was at least partially to blame. And if the ruse fell apart, she would be mostly to blame as it had been her idea.
Eventually her hair couldn't get any straighter, so she put the brush away and climbed under the covers. But laying down didn't silence her thoughts. She kept seeing the look on Skyron's face, the way he just stormed away. Rokan's command was also scary. What would he ask her to do? She didn't want anything to happen to Oban, but she was terrified that Rokan would ask something of her that would end other's lives.
She stared up at the ceiling until she heard footsteps outside the hall. She thought for a moment, then sat up. She tried to focus on happier thoughts. This was her wedding night, after all. It couldn't be spent worrying about everything. She held up her hand, looking at the ring Oban had made her for. She thought of the Holy Ground and the ceremony, pushing all other thoughts from her mind.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 10:32 pm
((No I mean like the "Issemenna Sorrian" with the cool colors and all that. Something to make it easier to tell that it is an Oban post. emotion_kirakira ))
Prince Skyron stepped out into the night, making haste towards the castle's garden so that none would witness that which was about to transpire. Among the tall hedges, and the well planted bushes of the miraculous display no one would find the truth of the prince's intentions.
"He'd better be here, I will not tolerate another delay...." Skyron growled, expecting his hired hand to arrive promptly. "I've got something better in mind this time..."
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 10:57 pm
Oban Sorrian [align=center][size=19][b][color=darkblue]Oban[/color] [color=darkred]Sorrian[/color][/b][/size][/align] ((You can change the colors if you'd like))
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 5:20 pm
 *Isacc*
Frost Isacc stepped off the ship with ease. As young as he was, he'd still had a lot of experience out at sea. Being a world renowned blacksmith, his father had done much traveling. He often took Isacc with him. He couldn't anymore. Not after disappearing for so long. Isacc shook his head, freeing his mind of the past. He didn't like to dwell on what could have been. He looked back to the ship, waiting for his companion to disembark. Isacc had thought about the favor Dante had asked him about back in Tenzenokit. He couldn't wait to get back to inventing. He was sure that whatever this edgy rogue was interested in would be fun to make.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 7:54 pm
He walked off the boat and looked at the city in front of him. This land was a new for him. He hailed from a land far away from this one. He was now beside Isaac.
"So where is your shop, or whatever," he said.
His head pounded from the night before. A lot of ale was consumed. "Isaac," he said and clenched his head. "Was anyone strange around me last night."
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 4:45 am
*Isacc*
Frost Isacc looked at his associate with disdain. Dante was a bit young to be drinking as much as he had the night before. Now he had to deal with this mess. "To be honest, everyone around you was strange. Yourself included." Isacc thought he'd seen someone familiar during the festivities, but he couldn't put his finger on who... Dante was a mess. "Come. My workshop's not far."{Exit Garanoff Port}
{Enter Isacc Frost's Workshop}Isacc inhaled deeply as he entered the shop again. The scent of metal, oil, and spices rose to meet him. He closed his eyes for a moment and smiled. Home. Walking forward, his footsteps echoed off the walls and through the metal of half finished products. The high ceiling loomed overhead letting beams of sunlight in through dozens of skylights. Odd objects hung from chains above or were half-stacked, half-thrown into a pile. The workshop wasn't glamorous, but it was very large and highly accommodating. He turned to welcome Dante. "Well, this is it. Home sweet home. So, what was that thing you wanted me to make?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 7:31 pm
nefret2011 Oban Sorrian [align=center][size=19][b][color=darkblue]Oban[/color] [color=darkred]Sorrian[/color][/b][/size][/align] ((You can change the colors if you'd like)) Thank you! blaugh
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 8:16 pm
 "Good people of Garnoff..." King Lucheston shouted over the masses. The raised platform upon which he stood glinted with the emblem of the city, a blade wrapped in the exotic vines of their surrounding forests. "I must make haste to yet another kingdom, for there I shall meet with my good friend Zarim, lord of Tenzonokit. There I shall speak with him upon the desires of our fine city to find peace with he and his people." the crowd roared with approval, for many had seen battle years before and all prefered the prosperity of the calm among them. "Fear not for a lack of leadership, for our kingdom will not fall of lack in unity...nor should you fear a the grasp of a man who is not of your own, a ruler of our most recent union...no I shall leave you in good hands." With every word seeming to drift off into the crowds, Lucheston silenced them. All wished to hear what it was which their king had to say, all wished to echo the words of their valiant leader through their thoughts, and cherish the moments of his wisdom for centuries. "People of Garnoff... I shall leave you with my son Prince...no....King Skyron." The applause seemed to shake the earth with it's magnitude, pebbles fell from the marble of the royal platform, cheers rose to the heavens to shake the clouds above. None were aware that the prince's words would not be his own. Their hands clashed together, roaring their approval across the city as word was spread. Lucheston then left his glorious city to his son as he had promised. Stepping into a rather plain wooden cairrage, for the silver and gold had been given to the people rather than given to decorate, the king was off upon the dusty road to the city of all. The wagon weals creeked at every bump, and the journey was quite long indeed, but King Lucheston had faith in Skyron...in Issemenna....and most of all, in Oban.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 12:01 pm
((Since I'm the only assassin trying to kill people like Oban, I'm guessing you mean me :L)) He wandered into the garden, seeing Skyron. "I'm guessing you asked for me...." He had Rising Sun at his side. "Kind of weird for someone that TRIED to kill your family member to arrive in the gardens, isn't it..." He shrugged, "Anything special you got for me?" He sat there, waiting for his response. Hopefully it wasn't a call for guards. He stared at Skyron. Everything had a bitter aura about him. He was certain his hate for Oban was just the rival for the throne, something he never needed to deal with.
And although his job wasn't pretty, no one wanted his head, although they wanted it in a way, because he killed lots of people... it was too confusing to explain in a normal way.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 8:00 pm
The young lord glared at his hired hand, anger still filling him since the shadow's failure to complete his original task. Still the prince knew he would not be capable of taking care of things such as he had in mind. The mercenary before him was far more qualified for dealings with dirty work than he himself, especially as a king, puppet or not. "I want you to take my twin brother's name to the people...and drive it into the ground." Skyron instructed him, tearing away a pouch filled with golden pieces and valuable stones from his belt to toss at the assassin. "It may not be your specialty...but since I'm the only one who could possibly want him dead I'll have to handle this in another manner." The glint of hate turned over to a new emotion...one which showed sly intent. "Once his name is soiled among the people, I can deal with him in a much more noble manner...." Turning upon his heels to return to the castle. Looking over his shoulder, though his eyes not once fell upon the dark assailant, Skyron addressed the man one last time with a calm low voice. "And if you do prevail....there will be more of that awaiting you." he assured the assassin, his hand lightly gesturing towards the assorted valuables.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 9:32 pm
"Of course, my Lord. I'm a jack of all trades, I can spread a dirty rumor." He took the bag, and he eyed it with a small smirk before pocketing it. "Excellent, I will hopefully, continue as planned from before. I really do wish that... thing did not interfere..." He wrung his hands before leaving the meeting with the denied heir.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 8:06 pm
Issimenna Sorrian Menna's fears returned to her the moment she woke up in the morning and didn't let up as she ate breakfast and prepared herself for the day. Elle was ever there, the dutiful lady-in-waiting. Menna knew she would have to pick others eventually, but Elle was more than enough for the moment. She walked into the throne room, feeling uneasy. The people were expecting to hear from their temporary king and she was still afraid he was making plans to be the permanent king.
It wasn't helping matters that Menna was unused to having so much say in political matters. There were noble families looking for audiences, an alliance to finalize with Dokoro...although she'd done her part in that and doubted her father would appreciate further interest. She found herself sitting in the throne room, looking over various documents. Most were villagers asking for more land or a loan for food. Menna knew she was probably going to give more than she should. She made a note to speak with the treasurer to make sure just how much they could give out comfortably. There were also announcements to make that had to be worded just so, but that was more Oban's job. Menna laid the papers on her lap, rubbing tired eyes.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 9:32 pm
Oban Sorrian "Stand before your king, and state your request." Gallion instructed a kneeling farmer placed before Skyron who sat upon the throne. The hall which allowed each citizen to individually speak with their king within the walls of Garnoff was quite vast, a marble craft given as gift to the royal family by the greatest carpenters of the shining city. Upon it's walls hung banners of silver and green, the known emblem of the Sorrian family creating a finishing touch to the decorations. Within this place it was the king's duty to settle matters of lesser importance with each of the citizens, though of course not all matters so minor were able to make it this far (for the king only had so many hours to give to his people). Standing before the young Sorrian now was a rather thin looking farmer. A man who had little to eat and yet who had clearly made an attempt to rub the dirt from his features. "My King," He began, though Skyron held up his hand to stop him. A shocked appearance arose upon the elder man's features for just the moment. "Please good sir...I am not yet your king." Prince Skyron informed him, a smile appearing to accompany the comment. "Y-yes, my lord." The farmer smiled as well. "You see...my crop has burned beyond the city walls. I've not enough to feed my family, let alone pay for new seed." His eyes began to fill with tears, for it was clear that he thought of the fate of his children then. Still attempting to maintain good etiquette in front of royalty however, the elder man maintained his smile. "Please spare something." The Prince placed a hand upon his face, seeming to think it over as he leaned to a singular side of the throne.... [ Upon the other side of the throne, sat yet another of the Sorrian family, Oban. The young lord was currently sitting upon an identical throne, one which held the exact embelishments and craft of the alternate side, but which shared a back to that of his brother's end. The seat which he relaxed upon faced the opposite direction, so close to the wall that he could barely fit his legs in, but as his brother leaned to a single side, so too did Oban, allowing for him to speak his wishes to Skyron. "Order that the farmers surrounding his own farm shall feed he and his family from their own crop, this way the family will not be able to abuse any gifts given to them and their supplies will be determined by another so as to not create waste. In order to keep the surrounding farmers from complaint however, he shall work upon each's farm who helps his family along side his own, until the day when he can reclaim his own lost crop." Oban instructed. Seeming to come to a conclusion, Skyron leaned forwards to address the crop tender. For a moment he paused...and then began to speak... ((It's late for me so I'll leave it in suspense until tomorrow))
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