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 Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 12:38 pm
Bella_Yuna *I dont know if we are ment to have a profile for our characters,so I'm making it up as we go along.* The girl gulped,the fear shining in her eyes."I......I was told that my presence was..needed.." 'toughen up you!' she thinks to herself,feeling like a fool as she speaks. Though his voice seemed to clam her,she kept her distance. "My name is Gimmick."This time,her voice was more louder;her shoulders squarded back. "Understood, My Lady. There are others like yourself that the King has sent out summons to. You have no need for fear, as I will not accost you unless your purpose is not as you state. If you would please follow me I will escort you to the Audience Chamber where you will meet the King." Sir Steel came forward and offered his metallic hand to her to assist her.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 8:49 pm
Scarlet Lips ::Scarlet looked to the man, closed her eyes, and pulled off her hood. Her red eyes opened once again looking into his, taking him in. Red lips parted for moment in thought and she the let them out.::
A fine man I see that could be as bold.
::Scarlet hand then dissapeared under her cape and when it returned to this world it held a letter made of thick paper, the wax seal broken. She handed the letter from the King to the man know as Sir Ulric Tussaud.::
If you would Sir Tussaud. Tussaud took the letter and looked at the parchment, and briefly skimmed the writing within its folded edges. At the end he saw the Kings signiture, and it was recognized to be his and not a forgery. There were no words exchanged till after he handed the letter back to the woman. "Very good, My Lady, now if you will come with me I will escort you to the Audience Chamber. His Majesty should be addressing those already assembled soon." Tussaud led the woman into the castle. The castle was majestic and spoke of such refinements, and indications of great wealth and workmanship. The room that he led her two was full of those assembled. Those assembled were of all manner and sort, yet all held more than a commanality of knowing or being summoned by the King. There mannerisms and body language bespoke of power and great intelligence. "Welcome to the Castle again, My Lady."
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 10:08 pm
The sound was subtle at first, nothing much to be noticed. Of course this was to change as soon anyone within range could hear the beating of air. Those intelligent enough knew it was the flapping of huge wings, and of what creature it came from only time would tell. Gaurds began to come into the room. Those guards of the famed Crimson Brigade. There destination the windows that overlooked the courtyards. On such Knight had the misfortune to test his fortitude and courage as the wall he stood by began to shimmer and fade. Through the shimmer a gigantic dark figure peered into the room. Its bright yellow eyes glowing, almost announcing its presence, but much to the Knights horror the rest of the figure came into the room, and its true shape known. It was a dragon!!!  The Dragon looked around at all the people assembled, and as the knight began to raise sword to swing, its yellow eyes then blinked and glared at the Knight. "I do not believe the King would like you smiteing his guests!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 9:44 am
Haseo looked up at the mighty dragon. He "humphed" to himself as he saw the knights scramble to it. "Heh, looks like this will be more interesting than I thought.
He studied the creature carefully. Being a new "guest" he did not quite trust it yet. Dragons had a bit of a temper sometimes, and would devour those that it did not like the smell of.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 10:40 am
::As Scarlet followed the heavily armored man to the main room she admired the many wonders of the halls. As she heard his last words Scarlet gave a small nod of thanks to Sir Tussad and walked into the crowd.::
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 10:24 am
Sir_Steel Bella_Yuna *I dont know if we are ment to have a profile for our characters,so I'm making it up as we go along.* The girl gulped,the fear shining in her eyes."I......I was told that my presence was..needed.." 'toughen up you!' she thinks to herself,feeling like a fool as she speaks. Though his voice seemed to clam her,she kept her distance. "My name is Gimmick."This time,her voice was more louder;her shoulders squarded back. "Understood, My Lady. There are others like yourself that the King has sent out summons to. You have no need for fear, as I will not accost you unless your purpose is not as you state. If you would please follow me I will escort you to the Audience Chamber where you will meet the King." Sir Steel came forward and offered his metallic hand to her to assist her. She slowly places her small,white hand into his,noding her head to reasure herself of the saftly. "Ok.Thankyou..."Gimmick tired to head the warning in a nice way,but couldent help but'gulp' at the thought of taking this massive person on.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 6:05 am
walking up to the masive door of the mighty castelshe is met by the shadow figure that led her here. It becon her welcome but some strange fealing couded the gesture. ignoring the fealing she stepped forth twards the castel and with the aid of her shadowy guid made it to the throne room.
"I sind my greetings to the lord of this castel and all that dwell within it... i am the lady rose, high priestess of the winter flower" she echoed into the darkness. holding the head of her staff down as to not offend her host she waits for a reply.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 6:17 am
Just as the Princess had made it to the Audience Chamber area, she could sense the magics at work, and soon a Knight appeared where none had been there before. By the colors he wore, it was easy to determine he was of the Kings famed Knights of the Crimson Brigade. He had kind features of a handsome man, and his bearing showed the confidence of being such the Cavilier.
It was not surprising, that there was a momentary pause as the knight looked upon the Princess. Was it her beauty, or was it he was measuring her? To which, only one could speculate. Soon, though the silence ended.
"I am Sir Ulrick Tussaud, Sargeant at Arms of the Knights of the Crimson Brigade. I bid thee welcome, and would ask what your buisness is with the Castle?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 6:27 am
peering over the knight she couldnt help fealing that he was someone she had met befor, was it his shadow she had fallowed here. "i came fallowing a spirit" she couldnt help the fealing that there was something wrong. her dragon sniffed the man from her sholder and let out a slight wimper.
hearing the wimper she tryes to tune in closer to the knight. "young lord, be you suffering from an alement? i can sence something from you"
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 6:48 am
Tussauds brow furrelled some in a sort of curious expression. He knew of no ailment he suffered from, or any malady or curse for that matter. He could not help but wonder if the young woman was alright in her own mind. Still he had learned the hard way of stranger occurences that were brought about by magic and what not.
"No, My Lady, I am not currently aware of any malady upon myself."
Tussaud could not help but wonder if this was some kind of ruse.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 7:50 am
"young lord, i have walked the path of a priestess for more than 100 years and have come in contact with many people. and when i say i feal something ominous i speak the truth. I come to bare my assistance as council and if need be, a warrior. but please just for your sake please take this peddle from my rose and place it on your skin, it will heal any alement that you may be suffering from even if you cannont feal that you are hurt" she plucks a peddle from the white rose upon her robe. as she plucked the peddle another grew back in its place as if nothing had haponed.
She extends her hand baring the gift to the warrior in steel plating.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 8:11 am
Tussaud held up his hand in protest, as he did not wish for her to continue with her action. He had just met her, and it would be a fools errand to trust her from word alone. With a motion of his other hand, other Knights had appeared. A total of 4 other Knights took there respective position around the woman.
"I can appreciate you concen, and such. Though you have to realize that I can not just go by word alone. Nor do I wish to sound insultive if what you say is true. So you will have to understand that I must be wary of such free gifts. I will no mix words though, should any harm befall me from your provocative actions, my Knights will strike you down dead."
Tussaud lowered his hand, and removed his helmet to expose his handsome and charming features. Young was he, his eyes told of the countless experience and skill he had.
"Proceed, if it is still your wish."
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 8:25 am
placing the pedal across the young lords brow the pedal begins to glow. as the elf priestess speaks a small prayer her eyes glow a dim blue. the peddal begins to absorb a black substance from the young lord's head. ending her prayer she removes the pedal only to drop it upon the ground. blood drips from her palm were the peddal once lay, as he blood touches the peddle it dicentagrates to a black stain on the floor.
a shake in her voice was apparent as she holds the rist of her bleeding hand. "it was a curse, one our people call the isita'dera. It wouldnt of killed you but it would make the wiord pain apparent to you." blood continues to drip from her hand on to the floor clearing the stain and leaving a spot of polished rock.
she reaches into her pocket and grabs some leaves and some white wrapping. her pet gwee gentally crushes the leaves with its teeth and spits it upon her hand as her fairys wrap her hand in white lace... "i come barring no hostilitys to you young lord" her eyes never leave her hand as the blood stains the white wrapping.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 8:40 am
Tussaud was not sure what she had done to him, but he did feel a bit more wry on his feet. A refresh feeling about him, and what fatigue he once felt had melted away. He looked at his men, and nodded to them.
"Dismissed."
He came forward and took the woman before him gently by the hand. It had been the one that bled, but he would not waiver from what he wished to do. He then bowed forward and kissed the back of her hand. Once that had been done he stood back up.
"My thanks, My Lady. If you would follow me, I will take you to the King, as he is already speaking with those he has summoned. There you can state your intent, and I if need be will support your claims."
With that he turned, and led the way into a large audience chamber, where many people were present. Some kneeling, others standing looking on. Once inside, Tussaud merely bowed to her again to indicate his leave of her.
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Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 5:00 pm
As darkness settled over the land, a mist crept in from the far off fields. As it moved closer to the castle, any passersby would notice how it moved of it's own accord even against the steady push of the evening breeze. As the strange mist approached the castle gate, it began to shift into the slender form of a woman.
She stood for a moment, surveying the gate. Nothing had changed in her short absense. Over the few years she was gone wandering, the castle remained totally timeless. She wondered if her King had remained timeless as well. As she entered the gate with her usual meandering treads sounding out upon the stone flagging, she sensed an energy that was out of place. There was fear and a tang of excitement. She moved on.
She earnestly hoped that she hadn't missed the presentation. She loved to watch the pomp and circumstance of the high ceremony. She briefly considered changing for the formal occasion, but decided against it. Better to be present than absent. Greylle smiled to herself. The King had never commented on her appearance before. She doubted he would concern himself now.
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