Tired of his conversation, Arthur headed back inside. Briskly walking down a hallway, he took off his mask. He came upon a courtyard. Throwing his mask to the side, he sat down on a bench and sighed.
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by Carmonia » Fri Feb 24, 2017 3:32 pm
by Valaran » Fri Feb 24, 2017 3:41 pm
Archeuland and Baughistan wrote:"I don't always nice, but when I do, I build it up." Valaran
Valaran wrote:To be fair though.... I was judging on coolness factor, the most important criteria in any war.
Zoboyizakoplayoklot wrote:Val: NS's resident mindless zombie
Planita wrote:you just set the OP on fire
by Maddhiya » Fri Feb 24, 2017 3:55 pm
Valaran wrote:Nobles were damn hard to move. At least, if one was obeying proper courtesy, which Kyla was. She couldn't simply barge through people - that would create an awful image - so she had to slide past. All the same, more than one neck turned in annoyance; Kyla caught a glare behind a ferret mask. Even in a dress and the evening air, this was tiresome, and frustrating.
Its not even like Kyla was trying to get close to the Emperor as well. She might need to bide her time with him... or find someone else to ingratiate herself with. Except, she could barely see anyone. Masks was a stupid idea. Kyla would have preferred if no one was anonymous. That way, maybe everyone would be politer, and actually get out of the damn way.
"Hey, hey!"
Kyla turned in surprise. The white masked lady had called out to someone - no, to her. Kyla looked to around. No one else had responded. It must have been to her. It was just surprising, because... that wasn't a noble-like greeting. Maybe courtly manners wasn't actually the thing in Nab'eesh.
The lady required a response. Kyla curtsied as best she could - given the circumstances - and prayed that her mask didn't fall off. "Hey, uh, I mean, a pleasure to meet you." Kyla looked at her. No elaborate jewellery, or trappings of luxury. Yet there was a confidence to this person. In her stride, tone of addressal, everything. And that accent sounded... "I hope I am not mistaken, but are you from the North?" Kyla certainly hoped she wasn't mistaken, or this evening was about to get even worse.
by Carmonia » Fri Feb 24, 2017 4:03 pm
Maddhiya wrote:Valaran wrote:Nobles were damn hard to move. At least, if one was obeying proper courtesy, which Kyla was. She couldn't simply barge through people - that would create an awful image - so she had to slide past. All the same, more than one neck turned in annoyance; Kyla caught a glare behind a ferret mask. Even in a dress and the evening air, this was tiresome, and frustrating.
Its not even like Kyla was trying to get close to the Emperor as well. She might need to bide her time with him... or find someone else to ingratiate herself with. Except, she could barely see anyone. Masks was a stupid idea. Kyla would have preferred if no one was anonymous. That way, maybe everyone would be politer, and actually get out of the damn way.
"Hey, hey!"
Kyla turned in surprise. The white masked lady had called out to someone - no, to her. Kyla looked to around. No one else had responded. It must have been to her. It was just surprising, because... that wasn't a noble-like greeting. Maybe courtly manners wasn't actually the thing in Nab'eesh.
The lady required a response. Kyla curtsied as best she could - given the circumstances - and prayed that her mask didn't fall off. "Hey, uh, I mean, a pleasure to meet you." Kyla looked at her. No elaborate jewellery, or trappings of luxury. Yet there was a confidence to this person. In her stride, tone of addressal, everything. And that accent sounded... "I hope I am not mistaken, but are you from the North?" Kyla certainly hoped she wasn't mistaken, or this evening was about to get even worse.
''Yes, my blood has the strenght of the Nordmenn. Is pleasure to meet a cute lady like you but is a shame that you are quite infamous in the North since you sold most of your land to the Rimski-Kórsakov. How did you achieve that misery? Was your parents mismanagement or you are just unlucky...Mmm... you are quite pretty, i hope you won't sell your maidenhood to one of those rich bastards unless you don't have any sense of dignity. Have you heard the rumours about the lady from the Rimski-Kórsakov family? Some people say she visits the red neighbourhood because she likes to devour the maidens that reside in that place for a couple of silver coins... She is generous in that aspect.''
by Zelphos » Fri Feb 24, 2017 4:15 pm
by Valaran » Fri Feb 24, 2017 4:21 pm
Maddhiya wrote:
''Yes, my blood has the strenght of the Nordmenn. Is pleasure to meet a cute lady like you but is a shame that you are quite infamous in the North since you sold most of your land to the Rimski-Kórsakov. How did you achieve that misery? Was your parents mismanagement or you are just unlucky...Mmm... you are quite pretty, i hope you won't sell your maidenhood to one of those rich bastards unless you don't have any sense of dignity. Have you heard the rumours about the lady from the Rimski-Kórsakov family? Some people say she visits the red neighbourhood because she likes to devour the maidens that reside in that place for a couple of silver coins... She is generous in that aspect.''
Carmonia wrote:Hungry and thirsty, Arthur got up and went back into the hall. Seeing a better looking mask, he put it on. He saw a large gathering of people and wondered what the commotion was about. He strolled into the crowd, easily blending in. He stood by a masked person, by her physique a woman...
Archeuland and Baughistan wrote:"I don't always nice, but when I do, I build it up." Valaran
Valaran wrote:To be fair though.... I was judging on coolness factor, the most important criteria in any war.
Zoboyizakoplayoklot wrote:Val: NS's resident mindless zombie
Planita wrote:you just set the OP on fire
by The Holy Empire of Steel » Fri Feb 24, 2017 4:24 pm
by Valloria » Fri Feb 24, 2017 5:10 pm
by Carmonia » Fri Feb 24, 2017 5:17 pm
Valaran wrote:Maddhiya wrote:
''Yes, my blood has the strenght of the Nordmenn. Is pleasure to meet a cute lady like you but is a shame that you are quite infamous in the North since you sold most of your land to the Rimski-Kórsakov. How did you achieve that misery? Was your parents mismanagement or you are just unlucky...Mmm... you are quite pretty, i hope you won't sell your maidenhood to one of those rich bastards unless you don't have any sense of dignity. Have you heard the rumours about the lady from the Rimski-Kórsakov family? Some people say she visits the red neighbourhood because she likes to devour the maidens that reside in that place for a couple of silver coins... She is generous in that aspect.''An aspect of courtly manners was being trained to show appropriate reactions. Kyla felt dam well sure the appropriate reaction here was to gasp. She nearly did gasp, half-opening her mouth, feeling an intake of air. The comments, so casually delivered, stung her. Even being told that she was pretty felt like a slap to the face.
Then Kyla's sensibilities clamped down. Her mind reasserted control. This stranger knew her, somehow. Maybe the misfortunes of the Tieren had spread far, but this Lady had instantly recognised Kyla, and somehow knew even the petty details of her situation. Ok, maybe that was still overdoing it. The Rimski-Kórskav were a famous - infamous - family, and the most prominent of Kyla's creditors. Also the most troubling.
"I... appreciate your concern." That would have to do. "But I fear you have misheard." Kyla's peered at this woman as she spoke, trying to gain some sense of her. It was hopeless, of course, he plain white mask obscured all hope of recognition. "It was not my parents who brought this on my House, and Aliava Rimski-Kórsakov has been nothing but civil." That bit was a lie, but Kyla didn't feel like saying everything at once. She wanted some level of control on the situation, even if it was pitiful.
"You also place me at a disadvantage." That was putting it mildly. "For you know all about my situation, but I know nothing of yours. Marking an accent doesn't exactly give me a window into your soul, after all." Kyla smiled meekly.Carmonia wrote:Hungry and thirsty, Arthur got up and went back into the hall. Seeing a better looking mask, he put it on. He saw a large gathering of people and wondered what the commotion was about. He strolled into the crowd, easily blending in. He stood by a masked person, by her physique a woman...Kyla stopped speaking, for someone else had materialised behind the Northerner. A man, with a mask that didn't fit his outfit. If she was confused before, now she was completely lost. Who was this new stranger? Did her know here too? Kyla was truly out of her depth, and held back from this fresh arrival.
by Maddhiya » Fri Feb 24, 2017 6:11 pm
Valaran wrote:Poor girl
by Yuzhou » Fri Feb 24, 2017 6:38 pm
by Carmonia » Fri Feb 24, 2017 8:18 pm
Maddhiya wrote:Valaran wrote:Poor girl
''My main source of income is no longer crops, since the plague nearly destroyed the ones that worked the land and consumed our goods, so my father have a brilliant idea... a House of Pleasure. Men, Women, beggars and nobles pay a nice amount of gold from their pockey to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh. Some of nobles that are enjoying their miserables lives in my brothel would call this immoral but sadly we live in a dark world in which the survival of the fittest is the main law. I have to admit that my fortune has nothing to envy the Rimski-Kórsakov. That old and cheerful man is my business partner after all and like a hungry wolf is eating the ruined landowners consummed by the consequences of the plage. Things like honor and chivalry are now things of the past, memories of a golden era in which slaves were accustomed to work a lot. This realm is no longer ruled by fools with shiny swords, moneylenders and traders are the new owners of this era.''
by The Valyria Empire » Fri Feb 24, 2017 8:53 pm
by New Communist and Socialist Unions » Fri Feb 24, 2017 9:38 pm
The Valyria Empire wrote:(Image)Prince Roland "The Emperor's Sword" of House Vixis-Greystark, Hand of the Emperor
Roland looked to his Emperor, nodded his head and stepped forward before he turned and looked at Ice.
"Dhìon Ìmpire" Roland spoke in old tongue of the Northmen, telling Ice to protect the Emperor while he was away. After he spoke his command he turned and entered the swirl of the crowd. Many people tried to speak to him but he remained quiet as he moved through the crowd. He had spotted Eudon going towards one of the balconies and decided to start there first. On his way he spotted many interesting people, two caught his eye specially. Two women, both of the North he could tell. He wondered how they felt about a Greystark son, the family that once ruled all of the Northern region being made into the Emperor's personal weapon and protector. Roland pushed the thoughts to the side as he continued on, as his Emperor had tasked him.
Eventually he reached the balcony, where he saw Euron who stood still, glazed towards the night sky. Roland then walked up to him, his sword hand on his pommel.
"Marshal, his Grace desires your attention at once. I am to escort you to him. If you would please follow me." Roland announced so that he might get his attention and quickly return.
by The Holy Empire of Steel » Fri Feb 24, 2017 10:26 pm
Valloria wrote:Marin II Elethan, son of Belad, of the House ca Vespicz, Duke of Vainor, Count of Megorath, Keeper of the Swans of Vexia
Silently, they simultaneously opened the massive doors. Marin walked into a busy chamber full of clamoring voices, moving swiftly to the hall at the center of the behemoth Throne Room. He unfastened his haubergeon and cape, handing it to Belgorad, and walking up the shallow gradient to the steps of the throne.
Valloria wrote: The ring of guardsmen parted and Marin stepped through, hiking the steep steps up to the throne. Upon reaching the first landing he drew his sword, knelt, and laid the blade across his knee. He bowed his head for a moment, then looked up at the Emperor.
Valloria wrote:"Your Grace, I have travelled here to renew my feudal obligations, to swear my sword to you, and to reaffirm my allegiance to the Empire of Vexia."
by Of the Quendi » Sat Feb 25, 2017 5:57 am
by The Valyria Empire » Sat Feb 25, 2017 7:20 am
by New Communist and Socialist Unions » Sat Feb 25, 2017 7:52 am
by Maddhiya » Sat Feb 25, 2017 9:13 am
by Greater Slavic Union » Sat Feb 25, 2017 9:13 am
by Leolucia » Sat Feb 25, 2017 10:02 am
by White Bluff » Sat Feb 25, 2017 12:50 pm
Zelphos wrote:Emperor Brandon I Vixis
Blue Palace
"I'm doing fairly well, Alissa. If it were not for the death of my father, I would be dancing, laughing, and praising myself with the rest of them, but that isn't very realistic. Threats of rebellion in all the corners of my realm are troublesome to me, but these nobles... these nobles are the most troublesome of them all. Deceptive figures, all of them, all plotting on one thing or another, even you I reckon, but I suppose it is only natural to do such things in a room filled with liars." He sighed, and glanced at the direwolf that lay close to him. He was already tired of this feast, and of the bland compliments he had been receiving. Somewhere among this crowd of masked nobles, there was surely someone looking to take his life, or a group of people wanting to do so.
"Roland, do bring the Marshal, Eudon, to me, I would very much like to have a word with him." He lowered his voice, "and do keep an eye out for suspicious chcurculates.especially in a room filled with masked men."
"Brandon..." He looked to the man bowing in front of the throne, and he smiled. "Qhe, my old friend, you have been gone for a long time. Where have you been?"
by Zelphos » Sat Feb 25, 2017 2:25 pm
by The Holy Empire of Steel » Sat Feb 25, 2017 7:38 pm
Zelphos wrote:Emperor Brandon I Vixis
Blue Palace
"Sir Friedrich, I have a matter that demands your attention." He handed him the crumbled message, "Peasant riots outside the city, and apparently the garrison commanders have failed to quell it. Though there is no specific reason as to why they are rioting, you and I can see that this is a problem. I'm giving you full authorization to command the garrison in Nab'eesh, and authorization to use the Honor Guard in this matter. I would also like Prince Roland to accompany you, he may be of some help. Do whatever you believe is necessary to end this swiftly."
Zelphos wrote:He rose from his throne, and descended the steps. The light streaming into the chamber was no longer evident, and now the braziers kept the throne room fairly colorful. He ignored the stares coming from the masked nobles closest to him, and disappeared into a corridor.
by New Communist and Socialist Unions » Sat Feb 25, 2017 9:59 pm
Zelphos wrote:Emperor Brandon I Vixis
Blue Palace
"Marshal, I believe we need to discuss troop movements in the northern territories," He tapped his fingers on the hard surface of the throne, "I expect you to meet me in the council chambers, preferably as soon as possible. We will talk further there." He waved his hand in a dismissive manner. He sat back on the throne, and sighed. His first day being crowned and already he was unnecessarily stressing himself, thinking ahead about every person he laid eyes on. Reading people was naturally a talent he possessed, but with this many eyes on him, he was less sharp.
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