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| Topic Started: May 21 2016, 05:41 PM (789 Views) | |
| UnitedMoreland | May 21 2016, 05:41 PM Post #1 |
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Useful information OOC THREAD The city of Lancaster was a buzz, it always was this time of year, the Feast of Mithras, the faith's largest festival, masses of pilgrims poured into the city and the market place and streets around it was throng with people buying goods and food for their feast the next day. The city was split into two parts, the residential area dominated at the bottom of the hill sprawling around all four sides, six roads headed up the hill to a large castle in which a small city within a city existed. Lancaster Castle, while a formidable fortress, was more of a Palace, large stone walls enclosed a large open space which was now being prepared for a jousting tournament, mistrals tuned up on a veranda from the rear of the Keep which was in effect a luxurious palace. The flags of various noble families hung on the walls, even those from outside the Kingdom of Ashworth had come as Lancaster was the closest city to the fabled Cave of Mithras. One of those winding her way up towards the gatehouse was Princess Anna, her fine blue dress fluttered in the wind as she sat side saddle on a fine grey horse, the bridal of the horse had a rope tied leading to the one on her elder brothers horse which plodded alongside her. "Thomas, what does the city look like" Anna asked her blindness preventing her from seeing the colourful sight below. "Its incredible" Thomas said quietly, "The people look like tiny insects below us, you can see bright colours moving in the streets and some smoke from cooking fires is drifting across the roof tops." he watched her close her eyes, it was strange Prince Thomas of Varnham thought as he watched her, she had been born blind but despite her world always being darkness she closed her eyes to imagine what those around her described. "We've reached the top" he need not have said anything, she could feel the horse level out and the wind change, she felt it once more as they entered through the gatehouse and a fanfare played. Up on the veranda Prince Lucas, the youngest son of King David III of Attaway walked out alongside their hosts the King of Ashworth. He had been sent here a week earlier to begin talks about the families becoming closer and had found King Saul to be a good host. He now stood a gasp as he watched the girl in the blue dress enter under the gatehouse. As King Saul began to descend the steps Lucas went with him, not out of any sense of occasion but merely to see the girl closer. She had dark black hair, almost like the night itself, her face was pale in comparison and her delicate features seemed to constant light up in smiles as her brother spoke to her. "Prince Thomas, Princess Anna, wonderful you could make it, such a shame your father couldn't" "He sends his greetings Your Majesty" Thomas said as he slid off his horse and bowed before the King, the two men then shook hands. "He would have come only he has gout" It was a lie, truth be told Thomas' father King Simon didn't trust Saul in the slightest, that was why he'd sent his least favourite son and his "cursed" blind daughter . Lucas had gone to the Princess and wondered why she hadn't looked at him as he approached. "Your Highess" he said as he took the reigns, her eyes seemed to search for him. "May I help you down." he extended a hand which was ignored. "Thank you but I can get myself down" she said firmly sliding off the horse and landing rather uneasily. Lucas extended a hand to steady her feeling the warmth of her pale skin. "Thank you" she said as she straightened herself, she seemed to look past him. "Who are you may I ask?" Lucas was slightly taken aback, after all he was a Prince of a royal family, surely everyone would know who he was, if not by his face but by his regalia. "I am Prince Lucas of Attaway Your Higness" he said formally. "Oh my" she blushed the colouring only adding to her allure. "I apologise, its a misfortune that I often do not know who I talk to with my blindness" Lucas felt ashamed that he'd not worked it out, only he'd never meet someone who was blind before. "No apology is neccesary my lady" he said, "Do you require assistance to find your way?" he asked unsure if he'd offended her. "Maybe a little, strange places make it difficult" she explained and he gently placed her hand on his as he guided her towards the verdanda. That was when it happened, a ping and a crack as a crossbow bolt rattled off the steps near King Saul, a few screamed and ducked for cover as a man on the battlements readied a second shot, guards sprinted towards him as men in armour surrounded King Saul and Prince Thomas. Without thinking Lucas had grabbed Anna and put her behind a sack of grain shielding her with his own body. The man got a second shot off but it pinged harmlessly against a guards shield before an archers arrow stopped him firing a third time. King Saul tried his best to recover in a dignified way. "I apologise" he said loudly to the nobles gathered in the square. "We shall search the castle and make sure no one is helping this man and find out what just happened." people began gossiping immediately as many hurried away to find somewhere safer. Lucas helped Anna up and felt a hand on his shoulder. "Thank you good sir" Prince Thomas said, "Any man willing to defend my sister is a good man to me" he extended his hand, "You're Prince Lucas are you not?" "Indeed Sir" Lucas replied with a small bow to the elder Prince. "Then Prince Lucas I am in your debt for defending Anna here, as such as a way of beginning to repay it perhaps I can invite you to dine with us, after all we've had a long journey." Lucas wasn't sure what to say. "Oh please Lucas, as a favour to me." Anna pleaded. "Of course" Lucas felt himself blush. "How can a man refuse a favour to a beautiful Princess" he said following the two inside. Edited by UnitedMoreland, May 21 2016, 05:41 PM.
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| Artstotszka | May 23 2016, 02:26 AM Post #2 |
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As night descended over the docks of Lancaster, the streets slowly emptied, turning the bustling port of day into a quiet ghost town at night. A man in armor stood by the docks, intently watching a simple merchant’s vessel sail into harbor. He wasn’t dressed in the armor of knights or royalty, but rather that of adventurers and mercenaries; The flashy armor would have drawn more attention anyway. More attention was the last thing he needed anyway, since after all, a Kitari being this far East was suspicious enough, but one garbed in full praetorian armor? He would’ve stuck out like an Altberg in Vandinium. As the ship gently stopped next to the dock, it’s gangplank dropped down, and quickly walking off was a hooded figure, around a foot shorter than him, their face obscured by darkness. He still instantly recognized her; Even if he hadn’t of known their specific ship, the purple-colored tail easily gave away who she was: Anya Volukunov I, Queen of Artstotszka. She had sent him here a week earlier, instructing him to get some money, an Inn room, and hopefully some potential sellers. With the Council ruling Artstotszka while she was away, she was given free reign to go on these adventure projects; It was a good idea for both, since it was well known that Anya wasn’t the...easiest person to deal with. As the hooded figure stopped several feet in front of him, they stopped; cocking their head to the side for a second, as if to verify his identity, they then reached up and pulled down their hood. The first thing he noticed, as usual, was her purple hair; a common trait of Volukunovs, before Anya’s rather ...odd... choice in men eliminated that trait. It was a dead-tale sign that this was indeed Anya, even more so than her secondary canine-like ears or purple eyes. She had a smirk plastered over her face, which hopefully meant her trip was not a bad one. Before he could greet her, she spoke first. “Adrian? It’s good to see you’re still in one piece. How has your mission gone?” “Very well, your highness. I’ve gotten a few potential sellers of gunpowder, a possibly migratory band of mercs, a larger than expected amount of funds, and a decent-enough room at a local Inn.” “‘Larger than expected’? I’m honestly surprised you've got any money left, with a week all by your lonesome. How much did you blow on gambling or whores?” “None at all Anya, but i’ll be sure to do some of both after we go shopping.” They both shared a brief laugh, now walking through the streets on their way to the Inn, with her trailing close behind him while they were exchanging small talk and banter. Reaching the place, they entered, the building quietly abuzz with travelers and locales. Skipping over the tavern for now, they climbed the stairs to the second floor, before walking into the 3rd door on the left, which was to be their room for the duration of the trip. With two beds, it wasn’t the most spacious of rooms, but it would do. Breaking the temporary silence, she spoke up again. “I’m glad you picked out this room, it's much better than if you had tried to rent out the palace or an alleyway”. “What can I say? I know you all too well”. “I’m glad, otherwise there would be only 1 bed in here, and I’d have to demote your to chef’s squire or pigeon killer.” Chuckling, he was quick to retort. “...orrrrr, you would just share the bed while grumbling. After all, you’d miss my witty remarks and charming good look.” Pretending to be offended, she pulled an over dramatic look of offence before she replied. “I’m fine with sharing a bed with you and letting the triplet stay at the foot of it, but somehow fitting 9 people on a bed? I value my blankets, thank you very much, and I’d rather sell you to the Draks or surrender to the Altbergs!” Laughing again, they continued their over the top exchange for a bit. She eventually declared herself as the winner, sending him to fetch the rest of their group on the ship while she quickly claimed the smallish bed by the window, glad to be back on a non-seaborne bed again. He couldn’t help but think that this would be an interesting trip. Edited by Artstotszka, May 23 2016, 07:30 PM.
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| Hawkwick | May 23 2016, 11:58 PM Post #3 |
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In the early hours of the following dawn, a rider galloped into the City of Lancaster through the south gate, quickly dismounting from his horse and throwing a few foreign coins to the stable master. The man sneered at the thought of all his money carrying the image his half-sister's face as he strolled through the gate. If the money hadn't identified him as someone from the Altberg Empire, then his garb would. He was wearing an ornate dark purple tunic with black trimming in the northern style, that was to say, flared shoulders and a high collar. Two swords dangled from each of his hips; one was a tempered bastard sword and the other one was closer to a large dagger. He also carried a large satchel and a dark grey hooded cloak, as well, and these served to conceal his weaponry - and his identity - from any of his potential enemies. And he had many, no matter how far he ran or how long he hid. But he had come to Lancaster for a different reason than most; while the festival did serve as an entertaining backdrop, he had gotten word of some interesting developments regarding his enemies. Now he was here for the details, the pigeon hadn't mentioned them in case of interception. If it wasn't worth it, he would likely stay for the Feast anyway. It wasn't often he'd see it, anyway. After a while he reached the alleyway described in the letter and strolled off of the side to enter it. A familiar set of haunting green eyes stared back at him, flanked by flowing dirty-blonde hair. "Jenna..." he said, matter of factly, looking her over. She had ditched the winter cloak for a rather expensive looking set of travel gear, lined with ornate belts and a satchel larger than his, likely loaded with grenades or arrows for that rather large longbow she had set against the wall. She turned her gaze to face him, waiting for him to pull down his hood before replying. He lingered a bit on her before pulling his hood down, revealing his ocean-black hair, cut closer to his head this time, and his matching stubble. "Took ya long enough. Festival's started." she began with a smirk, reaching over to one of her satchels and throwing him a rolled up letter. He caught it in a gloved hand, examining the seal. "The High Council of Hlymrek...how did you..." he stopped, interrupted. "No matter. I did my job." she explained, watching him enthusiastically open the letter. "By the fury and grace of Hakonor, 437th Harbinger of Eldengarde and Rightful Ruler of the Kodiist Domain, a principal decree is to be enacted; Ahrotviiltuth, Head Councilor of The High Kodiist Council of Hlymrek is to assume command of all of the Harbinger's Activities until he returns from his travels to Lancas-" he stopped. "He's here?" he looked up, surprised, before continuing to read. "Lancaster, with the personal objective of securing proper funds through trading partners for the coming war." he stopped, looking over at Jenna. "Who was this meant for?" he asked, reading it over again. She shifted her weight and stopped leaning on the wall. "It was meant for Jorin, or Varin, or Korlusnafgar, or some minor lord who's just a child. Hence the, er, direct wording of the thing." she explained. He rolled the letter back up and pocketed it. "I need to find him." he said, tossing Jenna another pouch of gold from his belt. "Hang around the city, would you? There's more coin- and more fun- where that came from. I must find a tavern..." he murmured, throwing his hood back up, and giving Jenna a wave as he walked away, weapons and gold clanking at his side. After about an hour of stumbling, he made it to the most expensive inn in the city, and, after giving the outside of building a check for possible escape routes as to avoid a situation like 1377, he strolled inside, not throwing his hood down and going straight to the tavern. "I want the best ale you've got." he grumbled, plopping down a couple Imperial coins. Living luxuriously was a welcome change. |
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| Artstotszka | May 25 2016, 12:17 AM Post #4 |
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The walk back was much more boring than Adrian's last trip. Instead of being able to trade jokes with Anya, he had to deal with the always-dignified Admiral Danilovich, the quiet and shy Nanny, Nora, or the Ever-respectful Royal children. Danilovich was always playing his role of Admiral, though at sea the man would usually lighten up a bit. Nora was always shying away from attention, though he personally had gotten to know the cute half-breed quiet well. The triplets were probably the strangest of the bunch. If it weren't for him being there when they were born, he might've thought that Anya had kidnapped someone else's kids, they were so unlike her. Erik, the first born, was shaping up to be a great king; the boy had a keen sense of justice, was charitable, strong, and never seemed to lose his temper. The 2nd one, Annalise, was much more like Anya; Quick to temper, authoritative, and very determined. The last child, Maria, was a bit of a mystery; the girl always seemed to have her head in the clouds, and tended to stay quiet in crowded situations. Luckily all 3 of them didn't act up, so keeping them in line on these 'adventures' was easy enough. The Inn was just as active as when he came in with Anya, if not more so. As the group went to the room, he stopped at the bar for a drink. After all, what's the worst that could happen? Looking over the room, it was a normal enough tavern; You had drunks, adventurers, merchants, whores, and probably even a noble or two in the crowd. One person, in particular stood out to him... He(?) was hooded, back facing him, so he couldn't tell by his face... But his sword! The sword to the man's side...He'd seen it many times in Paradizna, while dueling with him. This was no one other than The Bastard of Horenhelm himself, Ragnar, who had been a guest of Anya's (and later more) during his stay in Artstotszka. Why he was here of all places, was unknown to him. Deciding to leave before he was noticed, Adrian climbed the stairs and went to their room; Everyone was asleep but Danilovich,who was sitting in a chair, sipping a drink. Danilovich was apparently waiting on him, and greeted him once he entered the room. "Sir Adrian! I'm glad you didn't decide to spend too much time at the bar, I had a few questions for you before I go make the arrangements tomorrow ." Leaning against the wall next to the admiral, he agreed to answer his query, hopefully before he could go to bed (which one was not decided as of yet) "How...neccesary is this gunpowder?" "Why...are you thinking that we shouldn't buy it?" "Oh no no no, what I mean is, is it absolutely required? I want to try to haggle with the merchants for some lowe rprices, but if her highness' campaigns are hard-pressed, I could not make a fuss, so to speak." "You can haggle if you want, the campaign's are going rather well. Gänsernfelden was just sacked, they surrendered after the cannons knocked down their flashy castle walls. After dealing with the place the in a way that only Anya can, she gave it a new name: Eleckrozavodsk. With the Altic stronghold conquered, we're not very hard pressed, and counter-attacks are a non-issue. After all, if we really need to, we could buy some gunpowder from the Drakatari; those idiots just use it for fireworks or something." "Very well, thank you for you council, Sir Adrian" Deciding that he'd rather bunk with Nora tonight and not fight with Anya for the cover space, he settled in for the night. He briefly thought about waking her to tell her about his most recent discovery, but he figured waiting 'till morning was better; After all, it wouldn't be hard to find him again, since Ragnar and Anya always seemed to run in to each-other in the weirdest of ways... Edited by Artstotszka, May 25 2016, 01:10 AM.
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| Hawkwick | May 25 2016, 08:29 PM Post #5 |
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Ragnar hadn't even started his drink when he heard the creak of the door, and a rather low murmur erupt through the tavern. He turned around to examine the noise briefly, stopping himself before revealing his face when he finally saw what they spoke of. Sir Adrian Vlastimil. A rather interesting mix of names, but that's what happened when cultures clashed. He was here. In the bar. He turned his head back. He had almost been tempted to talk to him, but too much was at stake here. Just like the awkward encounters with the maidens of Hlymrek in his childhood, he would have to plan his schedule in order to avoid him. He waited another hour, finishing the first mug but not touching the second, before quietly descending up the stairs and into the room he had bought out. He hoped that Vlastimil was alone this far south. The last thing he needed was...more...Artstotszkan influence, considering his activities there in the last six years or so, and the rather rushed way in which he had left. He shuddered at the thought as he locked the door and closed the window immediately. One problem at a time. *** With a new sun came a new ship into the port of Lancaster. It wasn't particularly large or well armed, but it clearly had a figure of great wealth behind its construction. It was lined with shields, like an old longboat, despite it's modern construction. Each of them glinted with gold or silver lining, as did the hull itself. Two cannons on either side were lined by countless ballistas. It's sails were massive, largely white, save the black dragon on the center. Hakonor's personal seal. The flag of Eldengarde, a white two-headed eagle on a light green background, fluttered from the back of the ship. As it came to a stop at the harbor, the massive vessel dropped it's anchor and it's ramp, after which sixty armored men came descending down it's reinforced paneling. Moments later, a man wearing ornate but clearly used full plate armor and brandishing a wealth of weaponry followed them. A huge fur cloak nearly dragged on the ground behind him, concealing his sturdy frame. He stood seven feet tall, at the very least. Two huge swords dangled from his belt, as did an axe and a hand crossbow. He wore no helmet, exposing his trimmed black beard and medium-length scraggly black hair. Only an idiot couldn't spot Hakonor, The Crow of Hlymrek, and Harbinger of Eldengarde out of a crowd. Fortunately for Jenna of Luftberg, she wasn't an idiot. Unfortunately, the gods had given the same blessing to the man she was supposed to track. As soon as he was on the ground, he ordered his men to surround him as a local man retrieved a horse for him. As they drew closer, she could see that the first four men were carrying two large chests, undoubtedly with some sort of offering or gift for the ruling house of Lancaster. Just as that stupid boy's letter had suggested they would. She waited in an alleyway, trying to look inconspicuous as the Eldengardians passed. She sat next to a beggar, and for a second, she almost thought that she had caught Hakonor's gaze, despite her keeping her hood firmly on her head. The man's presence was enough to cause paranoia. She couldn't imagine what the townspeople were thinking. As soon as his reunite turned with him to head up the hill to the castle, she left the alley and headed straight for Ragnar's tavern. Perhaps it would be better if he knew what he was going up against. And as a bonus...she could get richer. Edited by Hawkwick, May 25 2016, 09:33 PM.
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| Malson | May 26 2016, 10:28 PM Post #6 |
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(Note: This post happens when the invitations were distributed to the festival and the arrival of Queen Anya) Emilia, born in the mid 1300s. Her mother was a priestess, meaning she and her family had to live in a monastery. Jakob, her father, was a blacksmith working for the king and never saw him. As her mother worshiped the Mithrasism, she followed along with her, heading to the cave of Mithras once per week, she believed Audaxia was created by Mithras from a drop of water and could create anything he wanted, and made life by creating and eating a bull. In her early twenties when she was fully considered a woman, Emilia's mother had passed down her career to her, making Emilia apart of the Mithrasism Clergy... Although most priestesses in Ashworth lived in monasteries and temples, Emilia lived in a cabin near the CoM which was her father's before being married. In her early 30s, she followed the same way her mother did, worshiping at the cave of Mithras and following the Code of the One. As she was sitting outside of her home, a pigeon flaps towards her location, landing on the coffee table with a small scroll on him. She takes the note off of the pigeon's ankle, taking off the ribbon and slowly unrolling it. Seeing that she was invited to a religious festival in Lancaster, she unrolls the scroll and heads inside her cabin. Placing it on her desk where she writes on her diary and reads... |
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| Gondor | May 27 2016, 02:17 AM Post #7 |
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OOC NOTE: This is a Uniformitarian post. Drago stood out in the darkness, having come to the city by cover of night. He wore a black full body cloak over his plated armor, which had the symbol of the Horse-Lords of Uniformitarian encrusted in gold on his breastplate. He carried a large broadsword in his scabbard and was also armed with a smaller close combat Gladius just in case. He was a Knight of the Republic, but no one needed to know that yet. Drago had heard of this Mithraism festival, and was interested in finding out what it was all about, going so far as to "jump across the pond" to do so. He had come alone aboard a merchant ship, and simply wanted to enjoy himself on his leave. But if only. Not only was he a Knight of the Republic, but he was also the Vice Chancellor of Uniformitarian, and had been sent by the Grand Chancellor to glean more information about the Morelanders. He went to the gates of the city and passed in, paying the gatekeeper with gold coins not to make any record or mention of his entering the city. The city was slightly haunting at night, having an imposing figure cast by the moonlit shadows. He eventually found his way to an inn, settling in for the night after having some salted pork and berry mead to satisfy his hunger. He sat on the bed, feeling its softness and being grateful that he wasn't in that mangy hammock on that lousy ship, which had made him nauseated from its infernal rocking to and fro. Drago unsheathed his gladius and looked at his reflection in the shining blade. He didn't like that he had to spend his leave on a mission from his superior, but he was going to make an adventure out of it. He returned the blade to its sheath and lie in bed, drifting off into the land of dreams. |
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| Artstotszka | May 27 2016, 02:24 AM Post #8 |
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"WHAT?! Why didn't you tell me this last night?" Honestly, now that he thought about it, maybe it would've been better (for him at least) to have just told Anya that her alleged boyfriend was at the bar yesterday. It certainly would've limited the amount of yelling directed at him. Since so far, she certainly wasn't happy about being told in the morning, after said man had already left the place. Oh well. "Because Anya, he might not be exactly happy to see you after your last meeting." "What are you talking about Adrian? I bet he would've delighted to see me, after all it's been 6 years." "Are you kidding me Anya?! The last time you two saw each other, you, a 16-year old not-human queen, just went ahead and seduced him rather than being normal and buying flowers or going on a date or something. And then, after he left, you had 3 children by him whithout even attempting to tell him about it! Don't you see why that might not be a good reunion to have, in a bar, at midnight!?" "Errr, yeah, you have a point there. . . . But to be fair, if you hadn't of been a dumb-ass and tried to build a fireworks cannon with his help, then maybe my dating plans wouldn't have been so abrupt!" Smirking, she struck a pose. "And come on, who wouldn't want to date me? I've got it all" "Maybe someone who doesn't want to be your King, or, and this may sound crazy, maybe someone who doesn't like constantly dealing with a short kitari girl with a pain fetish?" Getting up in a huff, Anya went over to the bags, rooting around in them for something, but she was certainly was not done with this conversation. "Fuck you Adrian! At least my father was able to marry someone in the same species group." Pulling out her intended targets, 2 matchlock pistols, she tied them to her belt. "Unlike you-" His (rather clever, in his opinion) retort was cut off by her roughly grabbing his collar, dragging him towards the door. "You're going to try to find him, aren't you." "Yep, and you get to help me Sir Smartass, otherwise I'm gonna leave you here when the mission is over." |
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| UnitedMoreland | May 27 2016, 11:48 AM Post #9 |
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Things at the castle were frantic, chain mail clad soldiers accompanied every visiting noble around the castle, doors each had a guard stood outside them if their owner was inside. King Saul was meeting with his council and had invited those important Princes to attend, Prince Lucas was deemed to young to attend however he felt little disappointment, it meant he was free to wander the castle with the lovely Princess Anna. "What's that sound?" Anna asked as they strolled along an open sided corridor. Lucas stopped and scanned the area, he couldn't hear anything at first over the footsteps of people walking through the corridors. He looked at the young soldier strolling behind them and he simply shrugged. "What sound?" Lucas asked. "You can't hear it?" Anna asked again a small smile spreading across her face, "Seems between us we've a full set of functioning senses" she chuckled, "Its like a sound carried on the wind delicate, enchanting, like the winds part of the sound." she ran a white gloved hand down the wall and found a ledge where the opening that lead to the garden was. She carefully lowered herself and sat down on it turning her face to the open breeze. "I like it here" she said patting the wall for Lucas to join her. He didn't need asking twice and sat down, her hand searched the ledge and soon found his hand, she placed her own on it. He just sat watching her face as her eyes closed as though focusing on the sound he was yet to hear, "You can still hear it?" Lucas asked. "Of course" she said warmly, "Close your eyes" she whispered and he willingly obeyed, "Now listen for the wind" he could have laughed at the ridicuolous suggestion but as a beauty obsessed young man would he tried, after a few seconds he picked up the rustle of leaves, then the tweet of birds, and then a feint harp on the wind. That was the sound Anna had heard. "You got it yet?" "The harp" "Yes." Anna patted his hand like a teacher might pat a good student on the head. "Lets find it" Lucas swung his legs over to the other side of the wall and stood up helping Anna to do the same, followed once more by their chain mail shadow they wandered through the leafy garden, a fountain bubbled away at the centre. Large stone walls dominated three sides and the two of them enjoyed the sunshine that flooded into the quad. They followed the sound of the harp until they came to one of the corners. There sat at the foot of the wall, in a world of her own was a Priestess busily plucking the strings. Her eyes were tightly closed as she swayed to the tune. The two young royals stood listening to the beautiful music until the tune finished and the Priestess opened her eyes and was shocked to find herself no longer alone. "Oh, I'm sorry for ignoring you Your Highnesses" she recognised the torques around their necks marked them as royalty. She stood awkwardly and bowed, "May the God Mithras bless your love" she said with a smile. "Oh....erm....no.....we're not" Lucas began feeling his face blush as he moved his arm away from Anna. She too was blushing. "We only meet this morning" Anna explained "This is Priestess Moira" the guard explained, "She is the Deputy High Priestess and King Saul's most trusted advisor people say she can see the future." "Sadly" Moira began to explain, "I can't always tell the future from the present, it can be confusing and often embarrassing, but a day will come for your two's love" she smiled. "Sorry if I embarrassed you" she said with a pleased smile. "I see a great future between your houses." Suddenly her face went pale, "Young Prince keep a good eye on her, Mithras commands it." Anna's face seemed concerned. "I will" Lucas said with little hesitation, "If the God commands it then of course" he added as an after thought. Another sound now filled the air, the chime of a series of bells. "The feast shall begin in an hour" the guard informed them. "Can you guide me back to my room?" Anna asked "I need to get changed" |
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| MsIronsideMorheim | May 27 2016, 09:20 PM Post #10 |
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OOC- A Dave approved post. Venue usable by all. The Garden of Gilded Comfort The white marbled house sat next to the river which run through Lancaster, it had a fine wall covered in ivy that stretched around the rear enclosing a lsuh green garden. Strains of music laughter and more adult sounds could be heard eminating from behind the walls. Out the front two white armoured and pink cloaked men stood either side of the doorway as guards, they cast eyes over everyone walking down the leafy lane which was on the edge of one of the more exclusive areas of Lancaster. A fine wooden carriage pulled up to a halt in front and two silk dressed soldiers carrying curved swords clambered down and held up a screen either side of the door. The two cloaked soldiers stepped aside recognising the cloaked figure who slipped inside. "Princess Magda" the middle aged woman with a streak of grey hair peeking from under a headband said bowing to her guest. "Such a wonderous thing to see you again" "Mistress Rebecca" Magda said pushing her cloak back to reveal a young woman with bright blue eyes and pale skin, she was stunning, Rebecca thought that is just one of her girls was as pretty she'd retire an extremely rich woman, not that she wouldn't anyway, the Garden was the most exclusive and expensive brothel in the whole of Moreland, some said the whole of Audaxia, she had girls, kitari, elves of all shapes and sizes , anyones tastes could be catered for. "Please tell me Aneth still works here" the Princess asked hopefully handing her cloak to one of her escorts, she cast her mind back to the year before when she'd spent most of her two weeks in Lancaster for the festival lying in the arms of the beautiful elf. "I'm afriad a young Derian Knight passing through took a liking to her, fell in love and offered her a world of riches and comforts, can't say I blame the girl. They married here in Lancaster and left the next day" "I'm glad she's happy" Magda said smiling, she understood the Knights desire and had it not been for fearing her mother, the Queen's disapproval, she would have taken Aneth back to Morheim with her as her lover. A servent brought her a glass of wine and she took the seat Rebecca offered her, "So , I'm here for a week and I have a desire once again" she smiled, she had no interest in men yet knew even as she was here her mother would be plotting her marriage to a rich nobleman, or maybe even a Prince from somewhere. As future Queen of course Magda could take as many lovers as she wished and indulge her personal lusts but marriage and children had to come first, but that was for later, now a group of six women were arranged in front of her. Rebecca had choosen well ,each girl was beautiful, not a scar or mark on them their skin soft and smooth. "Who is the Kitari?" the wolf-girl heard the question and nervously looked at the floor. "Her name is Jade" Rebecca said as Magda placed her glass down and took a closer look. The black dress Jade was wearing contrasted her pale skin and red hair and fur. Magda walked around her like a lion inspecting its pray, she ran a genle hand along her tail. "Have you ever made love to a woman?" Magda whispered in her ear, the girl shook her head nervously. "Give her instructions, have her taken to my usual room" Magda ordered as she returned to her wine and headed out into the garden. It was beautiful flowers everywhere and the scent of fresh cut grass, flowered shelters litered the grounds and moans could be heard coming from a few, a naked man chased a chubby girl across the lawn before tackling her giggling to the ground. The Princess sat waiting for her selection to be made ready when a servent in a blue robe approached and filled her wine glass. "There was an attempted murder at the Palace" he whispered, "Rumour has it they were after the King, my agents are looking into it, meanwhile your mother has sent word she wants you to begin talks with Prince Lucas' father about marrying him." "Me or my mother, she has what....four husbands now." Samson was a Morheim agent who often relayed news back to the Queendom, often when ships captains from Morheim's merchant fleet came to make use of the brothel. It was a useful source of information as Samson had many of the girls in his purse to ensure he got the best gossip, while he would never betray Morheim he wasnt adverse to sell the odd piece of information to others. He finished his briefing and left a rather annoyed Princess, she hoped this Lucas wasn't as pompus and arrogant as the others her mother had considered. "Your Highness" Rebecca said quietly, "Your Lady is waiting" she informed her. Magda felt a tingle of excietment as she made her way upstairs to the door of the room she prefered, it was the largest with a large four poster bed and a balcony that overlooked the garden. She pushed the door open as the smell of fresh flowers hit her nose followed by perfume. Jade stood there in a fine silk gown, it clung to the curves of her body. Magda walked over untying her hair and placing her necklace on the sideboard. "Your nervous aren't you." she placed a hand on Jade's hip and pulled her close. "A little" Jade said in almost a whisper. "I don't wish to disappoint" she remembered what the Mistress had told her, she felt Magda slide the strap of her dress from her shoulder letting the dress fall to the floor leaving Jade naked. "Don't worry" Magda kissed her "I'll teach you" she said with a devlish grin. OOC- ANyone feel free to use the venue or Samson, consider him a kind of freelance informant, just so long as he doesn't be disloyal to Morheim. |
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