A Cold Harvest in a Cold Land (IC, Open)

[The Chuck]

Captain Alexander Theodore
The Mórrón Inn

"We have, as the Morning Special Offer, fresh baked goods.", I said and sniffed, "Ah, that smells as if the cookies are fresh out of the oven! We also have bagels, Maith, Scipeáil and, if I am not mistaken, chocolate biscuits, but they should be going into the oven right about now. I think, that they are also making tarte flambée."

Smiling, Captain Theodore nodded as the young lady rattled off the list. Once she finished he spoke in his thick drawl,

"Ma'am, I'll take a black coffee and I think I'll have the tart flambée. It sounds awfully good on a day like today. Thank you!"

Staying seated, Captain Theodore looked around at the other patrons and people throughout the bar.

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Sandra Mayfield
RV Caorthann

"Yep, this is RV Caorthann! And you are of course welcome! Come aboard! But be aware of the sharkas!"

"Thank you!"

With that, I approached the gangplank and clambered up it. It led up and in to the RV Caorthann. Walking into the Caorthann, I looked around a moment before I found the staircase up topside to where the man had called down from. Walking up I found myself face to face with the man I had spoken to earlier. Curtsying, I smiled before extending my hand.

"Sandra Mayfield, naval engineer of the Geezer's Rest at your service. Thank you for having me aboard!"

Morgane Freastalaí of the Tribe of Galway.
The Mórrón Inn.
One had to give the guy one thing: He was friendly.
One could not say the same thing about everyone, especially at such a day. I could tell stories...
"Alright, one black coffee, one tart flambée - coming right up!", I said, noted it down and went on my way with a cheerful spring in my step.
There were not many other customers around, except for Ava, who was part of the morning shift and on break at the bar. My own shift was still cleaning up the remains of the breakfast run, making sure, that everything looked good.
The barkeeper watched as he polished his glasses.
Three minutes later, I returned, a steaming pot of black coffee, a cup, sugar, milk (fresh from the cow, of course) and a piece of the tarte flambée on a tablet in my hands.
I set it down on the gentleman's table, then placed it before him.
"One black coffee, one piece of tarte flambée, there ya go!", I said with a smile, hiding the fact, that my mouth was watering like crazy thanks to the delicious smell of the tarte. "Good appetite!"
I waited for a moment to see, if he wanted something else, too.

Gavin Taighdeoir of the Tribe of Tralee.
RV Caorthann.
I smiled.
"Don't thank me, thank Captain Fathach and Professor Baois.", I said, bowing my head in return to the greeting, "It was their permission, that enabled us to invite you and your mates." I blushed. "My apologies, I should introduce myself: Gaving. Gavin Taighdeoir of the Tribe of Tralee."
Doctor Gavin Taighdeoir of the Tribe of Tralee. A rather famous polar researcher and professor of the University of Launceston. Maybe she had heard of me, but that was not very likely, as I wasn't really all that well known in my own area of expertise.
But the day could hold a surprise or two...

Captain Alexander Theodore
The Mórrón Inn

As Captain Theodore sat at the table, he smiled as the waitress returned with his food.

"Er Ma'am, if it isn't to much of a hassle, do you happen to have a local newspaper for mariners? Also I don't think I ever got your name."

One of the many rules of thumb that Captian Theodore had learned throughout his life was that politeness got you further then being obtuse. As he waited, he took a moment to again look around and take in his surroundings. Looking out the window he saw a couple of his crew members merrily waltz by the windows on their way into town.

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Sandra Mayfield
RV Caorthann

Sandra smiled as Gavin Taighdeoir spoke. Thinking about it, his name did ring a minor bell in the back of her head since on this journey she had been reading a couple books about the Arctic including one which had interested her regarding wooden hulled ships and Arctic ice packs.

"Pleasure to meet you Gavin. I'm actually reading a couple books on arctic exploration and research right now due to having a bit of free time here and there. I think I have seen your name mentioned a couple times throughout those texts."

[The Selkie]

Jolene Gudfrey
Inneoin House

Jolene thanked Ceili for passing the sugar, which she quickly added to her tea. Four teaspoons of the sweetspice. She had to do something to disguise the despised taste, thus masking the taste with sweetness.

Jolene giggled at the friendly rivalry between the kids, finding it intriquing. "Who would have thought that political elements would find its way into the sport of dueling?! But kids, in all honesty you seem very skilled - and with the right mindset and dedication, you will achieve total glory! In fact, I am looking forward to see both of you perform, and you too Marla offcourse!"

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Emily Hunter
Caora Inn.

Emily laughed, impressed at Antonio's calm composure. Her direct approach coupled with her beautifull physique and inherent cuteness caught most men unprepared. Not Anotonio it seemed, intiquing her even more. Deciding to play along with her damsel act she replied, "Oh I am merely acting upon your kind offer to share a hot beverage on a cold day in a strange land kind Sir."

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Dagon Farlong

Dagon fixated his glare on the sole escapee drop of ale running free on Rona's chin, and waited for gravity to take over, finally forcing it to fall down on her collarbone, to which he finally acted, sipping it up and combining it with a few stolen kisses in her neck area. After a period of silince he replied, "Well then - teach me all you have to teach.."

[u]Áed Gadhair of the Tribe of Fermanagh.
Inneoin House, Launceston.
Both kids blushed under the praise, even if it was praise in advance, and giggled.
"Speaking of glory, though...", Marla said and finished her cup, "...you're up, kids. Get ready!"
Both nodded and finished their cups, a flurry of activity breaking out a few moments later: The cups were collected, the kids went to their weapons for last checks, Madame Baigh adjusted something about her daughter's hair and Marla became active, too.
I looked to Jolene.
"Let's go upstairs and watch.", I said and rose myself, cup in hand. "And let's take your drink along!"

Aurora Alce.
Caora Inn.
Siggaro raised an eyebrow, but whatever he had to say was postponed as a knock sounded out. Upon his confirmation, a woman in maid uniform appeared, pushing a little trolley.
The hot beverage had arrived.
"Please, Aurora, sit down.", he said and left out the paler blonde. She didn't seem to mind as I indeed did.
The maid smiled at me, then distributed cups of tea and poured the hot beverage. A herbal tea, by the looks of it. Once that was done, she also placed a small basket with biscuits onto the table.
"There ya go.", she finished, then turned to Siggaro, "If you need anything more, please ring."
"Grazie, Siora.", he said and bowed his head lightly. The maid smiled and was gone. As the door had clicked shut, he waited a few seconds, then took his cuppa to himself. "I must admit, that I like Selkie-Inn-Maids. They are a professional staff. Then again, a cameriera is what I prefer. They have a certain... air around them." He took a sip. "As what do you work, Siora Hunter?"
His smile suggested, that he knew, what Hunter worked as - and her employment history.

In Room 403, Ava and Rona were running out of lessons to teach, but at some point, it knocked on the door.
Rona nodded, kissed Dagon on the cheek: "I'll be right back."
Naked as the Gods made her, she went to the door, expecting someone lost, searching for his room and in for a bit of a surprise, maybe a noise complaint... the man, who stood on the other side, neither looked like someone lost nor like someone about to complain.
He was a medium-sized man, somewhere between thirty and forty she would guess, dressed in a red coat. His blonde hair looked well-kept. In general, he looked quite good.
He didn't bat an eye at standing in front of a naked woman, while it was quite obvious, that another one was currently taking care of someone.
"Good morning, Miss.", he greeted politely. His accent was neutral. "Would you please be so kind and tell Mister Farlong, that I wish to speak with him? Please tell him, that the Aurora sends me."

When the young merchant shows him the bracelet, Corey's eyes light up as he takes the bracelet in hand, and examines it in great detail.
"That, Sir, is exactly what would be good for them, says the young police officer as he hands back the bracelet to the man. Now, I don't know if you would have fourty-four bracelets like that ready to sell now, but if you can supply me with the same number of raw rocks, one of my friends is also a jeweller and blacksmith, and he would have no problems creating bracelets for each one of them. As for me, I'll take this one," he finishes as he points to the bracelet.

The young man grinned.
"He can be a jeweler or a blacksmith at whatever mastery, he will never reach the skill of a Selkie-Master!", he boasted and whether or not that boast was true or not was another question entirely. "Especially not with this sort of stone, let me tell ya!"
He leaned forward.
"Though, today must be your lucky day, Sir.", he said and turned to a kid making errands around the street. A quick conversation in Selkie followed, at which's end the kid ran off. The young man explained: "I sent him Ayden, that's a merchant a bit down, he's from the Archipelago, to check his stocks. With some luck, he has these bracelets on stock in the number you need."
Hawkers helped each other out, after all, and it would be profitable for both.

Cosán House.
Little Enya was visibly confused about Chris speaking Selkie, but then grinned and announced something that got rendered impossible only a moment later by Eithne - both made Chris laugh. He might not (yet) have been able to understand every single word, but he did get the gist of it. It got better with every Bratach stamp that joined the others in his passport (and the one with the coat of arms showing a Salmon and four Mjölnirs which would be found in Cel's one).
"Nah, we don't want anyone to explode in here! I don't want to have to search for a new girlfriend, after all, for I'm completely satisfied with the one I have!" - he said, surely having messed up the grammar at some point or the other, but they would understand.

Sípéir Square.
Janina nodded. She couldn't await finally having a good hot cuppa - combined with watching Mr. Blaidd swinging the sword.
All hree Lillos carefully put their VIP Passes into their pockets in order to not lose them - they were quite important, after all, and while they couldn't know, that these had simply been left over (although they did assume so), it was an honor to receive them.
"Thank you for the note!" - Fenja said, grinning. "And yeah, see ya' later!"
They waved back, as the Urghardas departed.

Eithne Banphrionsa of the Tribe of Monaghan.
Cosán House, Launceston.
His grammar was better then he most likely realized - other beginners made worse mistakes. Still, he was understandable enough.
That being said, I was about to reply, when someone else took that over for me, a redhead, one of those lads one typically imagined, when one heard the words 'Selkie-Lad'. What his dress, a deep red, fur trimmed winter coat, heavy boots and dark pants, did not reveal was, that he was quite muscular. His grin told, however, that he was a laid-back sort of guy, but also passionate. His red hair was bound back into a braid.
"I would hope so!", Leonard Rualacha of the Tribe of Wicklow, another acquaintance from the beach party, said with a grin. His best friend Lugh Íon of the Tribe of Cork, was closely behind him, dressed thickly as well. "After all, many lads I know would give their legs for a girlfriend like Cel!"
"And we would break the nose of anyone breaking the heart of one of our lassies.", Lugh added, not as a threat, but reiterating something, that Chris would know: That the Bicíní Industries Models stuck together. He was a part of this family now, too, if he wanted it or not. "Ey, there, laddie. Nice tae see ya again!"
While Lugh grabbed Chris by the elbow, rammed their shoulders against each other in the way tinkerers around these parts greeted each other, Leonard greeted me and Little Enya, both of us by peck on the cheek, the latter returning the favour a moment later.
He grinned.

Sípéir Square.
From the Sípéir Square to Inneoin House was quite easy: Leave the square towards the East, last house on the left. The house under guard by the City Guard, which made people give it a bit of a berth.
The VIP-Passes would easily be accepted by the guards, they knew the passes and how to confirm their validity, but anyone with them would be instructed to go upstairs directly, where a large sitting room made clear, why this was the VIP Lounge: With a perfect look over the Gíománra Square, the warm sitting room had a perfect view through the windows. Soft couches, a small buffet, a few people already present, some of them in armour, all of it gave it not only a homely feel, but also a comfort appropriate for the occasion.
A handmaiden, this one of the Selkie-Variety, would take the coats and hang them up.

Karl was perfectly capable of walking up the stairs.
However, Karl was also tired, jetlagged, and in need of a caffeine pill.
"Lift it is." He muttered to himself.
After a short elevator ride, he got off at the 4th floor and began to look for his room.
Left hallyway...Room 215, 216, 217, 218, 219, and 220.
He unlocked the door and pushed the door ajar.
"Hello? Anyone home?"

Room 220, Báirse Inn.
Naelle Villeggiante.
When the door opened, I looked up from where I was packing my backpack for the day - sure, I had missed the opening ceremony, but that was not, why I was here today. My winter clothes were already prepared and maybe I should introduce myself: Naelle Villeggiante.
I am fifteen, black hair, brown eyes, and a bit of a traveler. I am originally from Lutetii, came to Launceston to meet some friends, which I made during a vacation elsewhere.
The young man in the... I wanted to say uniform, but I was not sure, made me smile.
"Si!", I said, "Buongiorno, Siore! I'm Naelle!"
We would share this room, so if he was polite, I was polite, too.

I sighed in relief.
"That's good to hear.", I told her, then allowed Tea to lead us further into the alleyway. "We had an incident in Chorn last year, a tourist spooked a horse and it went nuts - nearly trampled him to death, three other people were injured. The SDF evacuated him to Silverport by helicopter."
Tea didn't add anything.

"Dear me, that's terrible!" She sighed a little "Just goes to show you, animals need to be approached with respect and caution. Or you'll face their unhappy side just as quickly. I don't know much about horses myself, but they do look pretty."

Felicia Ab of the Tribe of Fermanagh.
One of the side-streets of Launceston.
We grinned - horses were the heraldic animal of Rhiannon, the Goddess we served.
"Indeed they do. Wonderful animals, too, but a terror when angered, as that idiot found out. From what I heard, he's on the way to recovery.", I said and smiled, "Onto happier things..."
Just then, we were spotted by a woman with blonde hair, a kind face, her hair in impressive twin drills, dressed in an armor, that had a slightly pink tinge. She was, as one could see at the armor, a Beast of Rhiannon, too, and a very special one, as she was the horse veterinarian of our Lance. And where we usually rode without tassets, she took it to a whole new level, not only by not wearing hem, but also the skirt, which both Tea and I wore. That made it quite easily visible, that she wore a dark-blue leotard and a garterbelt unter her armor, the corresponding stockings under the pieces of leg armor. How wise that was considering the temperature is another question.
"Fe! Tea!", she called, "We're over here!"
And indeed, there they were, the other seven members of the Demonstration Lance.
I grinned as Tea waved. "We'll be there in a second!", I called and smiled at Toka. "Must be your lucky day today!"

Kiana Rúisc of the Tribe of Waterford.
Gíománra Square.
"Kiana.", I replied, a bit amused by how he blushed at such exploits - if he was a good athlete, stuntman or dancer, there was no reason to be ashamed! Though, I did feel, that this was not all there was to him. Hm... "Rena must have really impressed them, if they allowed her to join the Guild. Maybe you can catch her later, and ask her how she managed to do it?"

“I might as well.” Sabin concurred. “If nothing else, than maybe to follow in her footsteps. The sport of Equestrian Combat is not too dissimilar in Danceria...especially in and around Rohan.” Sabin smiled fondly. “That’s where I earned ribbons and became an athlete. Not sure if the Free Lands had rolling plains, steppe, and prairies, but that was where I made many friends…” he recalled, before pausing, almost embarrassed that he had taken much to talking about himself and his own exploits. “What about you? What brings you up this way, or are you a resident here?”

Kiana Rúisc of the Tribe of Waterford.
Gíománra Square.
I smiled - I had heard about the denizens of Rohan, but the general consensus was, that they were amateurs compared to us and to the Mangudai of the Sharulsi-Khanate. The Free Lands had enough rolling plains and hills to make sure, that we weren't only one-trick ponies!
"I lived here for a long time, although I literally live on the other side of the country these days.", I said and shrugged. "Wanted to visit my Dad tomorrow, a bit of a surprise visit. He moved here a few years ago."

Aífe Draoi of the Tribe of Wexford.
By the Eastern Main Gates.
I gave a small bow in return to the introduction.
"Aífe Draoi of the Tribe of Wexford.", I said, "Aífe is fine. I am the head mechanic of the Binn Boarding School Sensha-Do Team, so I know my way around here. Want me to give you a special tour?"
My offer was not completely self-serving. I had to make a short inspection tour, meet up with Nora to collect her status report, but it would be boring to do it alone.

"Aífe, pretty name, I really like it. I'd love a tour, thank you! Am I sure I'm not taking your time away though?" After receiving an answer she continued, "So you're a mechanic you said? Then you must know your way around vesicles. That's really impressive. My sister and grandfather have been trying to teach me some things."

Aífe Draoi of the Tribe of Wexford.
By the Eastern Main Gates.
I smiled and shook my head - she was not taking away my time, quite on the contrary.
"Indeed I am.", I confirmed, smiling at the praise - really, it was nothing. I knew how to keep a tank running, and knew my way around car mechanics, too, but that was about it. I motioned her to follow me. "So your Grandfather and your sister are mechanics?"
We were only inches away from the tank exhibit, the large armoured vehicles on display for the sore eye to see, lined up chronologically. The first was, of course, the massive Squartatore Assault Tank from Lutetii, which had prompted much of the tank developments to follow on either side of Mount Vellenge. This one was actually sent up with a crew and a few mechanics from the Iris Boarding School Complex's Sensha-Do Team, who had one as part of their Historic Fleet.

Captain Alexander Theodore
The Mórrón Inn

As Captain Theodore sat at the table, he smiled as the waitress returned with his food.

"Er Ma'am, if it isn't to much of a hassle, do you happen to have a local newspaper for mariners? Also I don't think I ever got your name."

One of the many rules of thumb that Captian Theodore had learned throughout his life was that politeness got you further then being obtuse. As he waited, he took a moment to again look around and take in his surroundings. Looking out the window he saw a couple of his crew members merrily waltz by the windows on their way into town.

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Sandra Mayfield
RV Caorthann

Sandra smiled as Gavin Taighdeoir spoke. Thinking about it, his name did ring a minor bell in the back of her head since on this journey she had been reading a couple books about the Arctic including one which had interested her regarding wooden hulled ships and Arctic ice packs.

"Pleasure to meet you Gavin. I'm actually reading a couple books on arctic exploration and research right now due to having a bit of free time here and there. I think I have seen your name mentioned a couple times throughout those texts."

Morgane Freastalaí of the Tribe of Galway.
The Mórrón Inn.
I nodded at the request. "Gimme a moment!"
Figuring, that he wouldn't have a clue about what to do with a newspaper in Selkie, I took one of the English Editions, this one of the Silver Bay Herald. Coming from Silverport, this newspaper was freshly printed and the news were current.
On the title page, one could see an image from space, of a storm brewing, with the subtitle: Tropical Storm Alisi approaching Kyrkraut.
The article detailed, that this was most likely the last cyclone in the area and that the population of the small island nation was well-prepared. Several nations had already announced their willingness to help, if worst came to worst, something, which the local government appreciated.
Further articles on a variety of topics were inside.

Gavin Taighdeoir of the Tribe of Tralee.
RV Caorthann.
I smiled and blushed.
"That's awesome to hear!", I said and meant it: Appearing in other people's books was recognition and although we were working to better our understanding of the natural world, recognition was always nice. "I hope only positively?"
I motioned for Sandra to follow me towards the aft, where, on the Helicopter Deck, the party would happen.

[The Scarlet Eagle]

The young man grinned.
"He can be a jeweler or a blacksmith at whatever mastery, he will never reach the skill of a Selkie-Master!", he boasted and whether or not that boast was true or not was another question entirely. "Especially not with this sort of stone, let me tell ya!"
He leaned forward.
"Though, today must be your lucky day, Sir.", he said and turned to a kid making errands around the street. A quick conversation in Selkie followed, at which's end the kid ran off. The young man explained: "I sent him Ayden, that's a merchant a bit down, he's from the Archipelago, to check his stocks. With some luck, he has these bracelets on stock in the number you need."
Hawkers helped each other out, after all, and it would be profitable for both.

"Thanks, that would be helpful, replies Corey with a smile. So, how much would that be if he has everything in stock?"

[Danceria]

Kiana Rúisc of the Tribe of Waterford.
Gíománra Square.
I smiled - I had heard about the denizens of Rohan, but the general consensus was, that they were amateurs compared to us and to the Mangudai of the Sharulsi-Khanate. The Free Lands had enough rolling plains and hills to make sure, that we weren't only one-trick ponies!
"I lived here for a long time, although I literally live on the other side of the country these days.", I said and shrugged. "Wanted to visit my Dad tomorrow, a bit of a surprise visit. He moved here a few years ago."

Sabin nodded in sympathy...though of course if he had known of the consensus that was apparently had, he may have offered a friendly challenge. But for now, he knew of living far from family he looked up to. Sabin, Aceus and Edgar acted more like siblings than more distant relatives, and the distance only geographical.
"Someplace warmer or just as chilly?" he would venture, somewhat teasingly. Winter wonderlands possessed a charm of their own, but he was definitely someone who preferred warmer climes.

[Lillorainen]

Eithne Banphrionsa of the Tribe of Monaghan.
Cosán House, Launceston.
His grammar was better then he most likely realized - other beginners made worse mistakes. Still, he was understandable enough.
That being said, I was about to reply, when someone else took that over for me, a redhead, one of those lads one typically imagined, when one heard the words 'Selkie-Lad'. What his dress, a deep red, fur trimmed winter coat, heavy boots and dark pants, did not reveal was, that he was quite muscular. His grin told, however, that he was a laid-back sort of guy, but also passionate. His red hair was bound back into a braid.
"I would hope so!", Leonard Rualacha of the Tribe of Wicklow, another acquaintance from the beach party, said with a grin. His best friend Lugh Íon of the Tribe of Cork, was closely behind him, dressed thickly as well. "After all, many lads I know would give their legs for a girlfriend like Cel!"
"And we would break the nose of anyone breaking the heart of one of our lassies.", Lugh added, not as a threat, but reiterating something, that Chris would know: That the Bicíní Industries Models stuck together. He was a part of this family now, too, if he wanted it or not. "Ey, there, laddie. Nice tae see ya again!"
While Lugh grabbed Chris by the elbow, rammed their shoulders against each other in the way tinkerers around these parts greeted each other, Leonard greeted me and Little Enya, both of us by peck on the cheek, the latter returning the favour a moment later.
He grinned.

Sípéir Square.
From the Sípéir Square to Inneoin House was quite easy: Leave the square towards the East, last house on the left. The house under guard by the City Guard, which made people give it a bit of a berth.
The VIP-Passes would easily be accepted by the guards, they knew the passes and how to confirm their validity, but anyone with them would be instructed to go upstairs directly, where a large sitting room made clear, why this was the VIP Lounge: With a perfect look over the Gíománra Square, the warm sitting room had a perfect view through the windows. Soft couches, a small buffet, a few people already present, some of them in armour, all of it gave it not only a homely feel, but also a comfort appropriate for the occasion.
A handmaiden, this one of the Selkie-Variety, would take the coats and hang them up.

Cosán House.
Of course, Chris did instantly recognize Leonard Rualacha of the Tribe of Wicklow - the lad, whose outward appearance was almost stereotypical for a Selkie-Lad, along with his best friend Lugh, hadn't only been around at the beach party back then, but also at the Midsummer Festival in Preetz, where they had departed to a pub quite quickly, along with Macha and Sophia, Janina's Little Sis. Chris remembered that, even though he had been busy with someone else.
Chris' and Lugh's shoulders met, following an important remark by both him and Leonard - that Chris was part of the Bicíní Family, whether he wanted or not. He did want, for obvious reasons. Indeed, Cel was a girlfriend many lads would sell their soul for.
Continuing in his lightly Rhenish-accented, but surprisingly good Selkie when it came to grammar (without realizing), Chris said, "Nice tae see ya again, too! How are things going?"

Inneoin House.
In the meantime, the three young ladies from Lillorainen had figured, that the way to Inneoin House was remarkably easy - go east, follow the road until nothing goes anymore, turn left, and there you are.
The guards, who confirmed the validity of their VIP Passes and instructed them to go upstairs directly, to the VIP Lounge (which would make sense for someone entering with a VIP Pass), received three thankful nods, including smiles.
And they hadn't been promised too much! One had a perfect view over the entire Gíománra Square through the windows, from a cozy lounge with a small buffet and the place where shoes absolutely didn't belong on.
The next thanks would go to the handmaiden who took their coats to hang them up. One would now see, that Janina, Fenja, and Gesine had, by intuition, chosen clothes that would be entirely appropriate for occasions like these in Lillorainen - shirts in darker colors (dark blue for Gesine; dark green for Fenja; entirely black for Janina) of a Lillorainian brand that wasn't exactly cheap, quite on the contrary, combined with black tights and boots. Granted, it would make them look out of place a bit, when the few people with armor were considered, but the Federation's standards were certainly well-known enough in these parts - and one could never know, if other foreign guests were around as well.
Fenja whistled through her teeth and murmured something along the lines of, 'Really not bad, eh?' in her mother tongue.
Gesine's natural intuition went to the buffet - but Janina and Fenja thought alike. Food and hot tea - this was what they could need now.

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

Room 220, Báirse Inn.
Naelle Villeggiante.
When the door opened, I looked up from where I was packing my backpack for the day - sure, I had missed the opening ceremony, but that was not, why I was here today. My winter clothes were already prepared and maybe I should introduce myself: Naelle Villeggiante.
I am fifteen, black hair, brown eyes, and a bit of a traveler. I am originally from Lutetii, came to Launceston to meet some friends, which I made during a vacation elsewhere.
The young man in the... I wanted to say uniform, but I was not sure, made me smile.
"Si!", I said, "Buongiorno, Siore! I'm Naelle!"
We would share this room, so if he was polite, I was polite, too.

Karl blinked, and was at a loss for words-he had been expecting someone young, but not someone that looked underage.
At last, he nodded in return. "Pleased to meet you, Naelle." he replied, extending a hand for a handshake. "Karl Störtebeker, no relation to the historical Störtebeker. May I come in?"

[Port Ember]

Áed Gadhair of the Tribe of Fermanagh.
Inneoin House, Launceston.
Both kids blushed under the praise, even if it was praise in advance, and giggled.
"Speaking of glory, though...", Marla said and finished her cup, "...you're up, kids. Get ready!"
Both nodded and finished their cups, a flurry of activity breaking out a few moments later: The cups were collected, the kids went to their weapons for last checks, Madame Baigh adjusted something about her daughter's hair and Marla became active, too.
I looked to Jolene.
"Let's go upstairs and watch.", I said and rose myself, cup in hand. "And let's take your drink along!"

Aurora Alce.
Caora Inn.
Siggaro raised an eyebrow, but whatever he had to say was postponed as a knock sounded out. Upon his confirmation, a woman in maid uniform appeared, pushing a little trolley.
The hot beverage had arrived.
"Please, Aurora, sit down.", he said and left out the paler blonde. She didn't seem to mind as I indeed did.
The maid smiled at me, then distributed cups of tea and poured the hot beverage. A herbal tea, by the looks of it. Once that was done, she also placed a small basket with biscuits onto the table.
"There ya go.", she finished, then turned to Siggaro, "If you need anything more, please ring."
"Grazie, Siora.", he said and bowed his head lightly. The maid smiled and was gone. As the door had clicked shut, he waited a few seconds, then took his cuppa to himself. "I must admit, that I like Selkie-Inn-Maids. They are a professional staff. Then again, a cameriera is what I prefer. They have a certain... air around them." He took a sip. "As what do you work, Siora Hunter?"
His smile suggested, that he knew, what Hunter worked as - and her employment history.

In Room 403, Ava and Rona were running out of lessons to teach, but at some point, it knocked on the door.
Rona nodded, kissed Dagon on the cheek: "I'll be right back."
Naked as the Gods made her, she went to the door, expecting someone lost, searching for his room and in for a bit of a surprise, maybe a noise complaint... the man, who stood on the other side, neither looked like someone lost nor like someone about to complain.
He was a medium-sized man, somewhere between thirty and forty she would guess, dressed in a red coat. His blonde hair looked well-kept. In general, he looked quite good.
He didn't bat an eye at standing in front of a naked woman, while it was quite obvious, that another one was currently taking care of someone.
"Good morning, Miss.", he greeted politely. His accent was neutral. "Would you please be so kind and tell Mister Farlong, that I wish to speak with him? Please tell him, that the Aurora sends me."

Jolene Gudfrey
Inneoin House

Jolene witnessed the bustling of activity around her and knew the time for glory was upon the kids and felt the excitement in the air. She was pretty pshyced herself to be able to witness this exciting sport first hand. She took a large gulp of her sweet tea, allowing the last of the hot beverage run down her throat, and she could feel her body warm up instantly as a result. A good feeling.

As Marla invited her to follow her and bring along her tea, Jolene rose from her seat with a warm smile before she spoke, "No need dear, its all happily inside me." Jolene turned to Madame Baigh and offered a humble nod and spoke, "Madame I humbly thank you for your hospitallity." She turned back to Marla, "Onwards to the excitement then dear!"

---

Emily Hunter
Caora Inn.

Emily observed the maid enter the room and serve the tea and biscuits, to which Emily offered a soft smile and a quick "Thank you kindly" in her direction. Emily herself helped herself to a warm cup of tea, but left the served biscuits.

She smiled at Aurora who was now also seated and then finally turned to Antonio who spoke to her, and his sly smile and facial expression implied that he knew exactly who Emily realy were. Her heart turned ice cold, but she remained calm and kept appearances very well. She could not be completely certain that he truly without a doubt knew who she was. So with her signature calmness and cuteness she replied, "Well good Sir, I am not a lassie who enjoys being binded and restricted with labels.. But I do see myself as a sort of a general entrepeneur. I conduct business of any form which might seem.. appropriate and profitable at the moment."

---

Dagon Farlong
Mórrón Inn

Dagon grumbled as the knock on the door sounded. He was many things - a patient man was not one of those things. He overheard the conversation between Rona and an unidentified male. Dagon spoke from his seated position, addressing Rona, "Aye girlie let the rude bastard inside.." When the man entered the room, Dagon remained seated on the sofa stark naked, with Ava still cuddled into heis stoney arms, naked as well. Dagon observed that the man was neatly dressed and looked quite.. decent. Without actually greeting him, Dagon addressed Rona again, "Please be a dear and serve another ale for myself and this untimely.. 'guest'." He looked back to the stranger, looking at him with a feint hint of distain, "Take a seat then puppyman. And be brief with your message, if you do not mind?"

[AHSCA]

Felicia Ab of the Tribe of Fermanagh.
One of the side-streets of Launceston.
We grinned - horses were the heraldic animal of Rhiannon, the Goddess we served.
"Indeed they do. Wonderful animals, too, but a terror when angered, as that idiot found out. From what I heard, he's on the way to recovery.", I said and smiled, "Onto happier things..."
Just then, we were spotted by a woman with blonde hair, a kind face, her hair in impressive twin drills, dressed in an armor, that had a slightly pink tinge. She was, as one could see at the armor, a Beast of Rhiannon, too, and a very special one, as she was the horse veterinarian of our Lance. And where we usually rode without tassets, she took it to a whole new level, not only by not wearing hem, but also the skirt, which both Tea and I wore. That made it quite easily visible, that she wore a dark-blue leotard and a garterbelt unter her armor, the corresponding stockings under the pieces of leg armor. How wise that was considering the temperature is another question.
"Fe! Tea!", she called, "We're over here!"
And indeed, there they were, the other seven members of the Demonstration Lance.
I grinned as Tea waved. "We'll be there in a second!", I called and smiled at Toka. "Must be your lucky day today!"

"Yes, happier subjects. It is a festival after all, no need to bring down the spirit!" She continued along with her new found company of friends then some others called out to them. "Oh more luck huh? I can't wait!"

[Kuronami]

Aífe Draoi of the Tribe of Wexford.
By the Eastern Main Gates.
I smiled and shook my head - she was not taking away my time, quite on the contrary.
"Indeed I am.", I confirmed, smiling at the praise - really, it was nothing. I knew how to keep a tank running, and knew my way around car mechanics, too, but that was about it. I motioned her to follow me. "So your Grandfather and your sister are mechanics?"
We were only inches away from the tank exhibit, the large armoured vehicles on display for the sore eye to see, lined up chronologically. The first was, of course, the massive Squartatore Assault Tank from Lutetii, which had prompted much of the tank developments to follow on either side of Mount Vellenge. This one was actually sent up with a crew and a few mechanics from the Iris Boarding School Complex's Sensha-Do Team, who had one as part of their Historic Fleet.

Lotte kept in pace with Aífe. She was very friendly even to a tourist like her, she couldn't complain. Though there was a famous story in Kuronami lore, legend, history, maybe? Anyway the story was a prominent daughter of a tradesman was kidnapped in a visit to a foreign land many centuries ago. Well it was a hard story to verify besides that was then, this is now! No reason to think something bad could happen. "Oh, kind of. More like they just know their way around cars really well. My sister learned from our grandfather and they've tried to teach me but I'll admit I'm not particularly good at much of anything. What about you, how did you learn? How long did it take you, what made you want to learn?"

Lotte's grandfather was technically the Butler of The Palace of #1 Verona Avenue, thus the Empress's butler. But he also oversaw grounds and of course the fleet of vehicles for the entire royal family. Lotte was Fine's personal attendant and "servant" in charge of all her personal needs. Her older sister was another one of the maids who kept up the palace. She figured by now she'd go with the rest of the Empress's family to Landsbruck or Kane but yet she remained with her little sister's side.

[Mervay]

Rona froze for a moment, then blushed.
"Yes, sorry.", she said and rose a bit sheepish, scratching the back of her head lightly, "Please come!"
And with that, she motioned for the... she was tempted to say 'married couple' to follow her. The doors gave way to her easily, leading them into a foyer. It was not very large, but it was impressive, a thick carpet under the feet, the sides of the little hall lined with benches and sofas, which looked comfortable. Opposite to the door, the receptionist smiled.
"Good morning!", he greeted as they stepped up, giving Rona a fistbump, before he focused on Lise and Lucas again. "So... what can I do for you, Sir, Ma'am?"

"Not a problem. It's fine." Lise just said with her letting a giggle from Rona's reaction. So cute.

Still there was something which caught the couple off guard, the fact she told them "Please come..." But kept something for herself. Wharever it was, it made both Lise and Lucas be deep red on their cheeks as they followed the Mimi-Maid.
Then they followed her into the foyer, which wasn't very large, still impressive. A thick carpet under the feet, the sides of the hall lined with comfortable benches and sofas and the receptionist looking at the opposite to the door; they obviously smiled back after the fistbump of him and Rona.

"Good Morning to you too. We have an reservation at the name of The Crown Princess Lisolette XI of Ardens and Lucas Walker here at the Inn, could you cheek if everything is in order?? Also we had readen the rules of the establishment regarding mascots so hope you don't mind him."

Lise spoke as she signed at Dilly, smiling at the receptionist as they waited for see if all was on order. At least here they were more mature when it comes to Black Vulpines.

[The Chuck]

Captain Alexander Theodore
The Mórrón Inn

Sitting at his table, Captain Theodore sat and grumbled while he read over the paper as he sipped his coffee and munched on his tart flambée. The typhoon approaching Kyrkraut was not good news since it was in the general vicinity of where he had planned on sailing once the crew was rested and had had a good shore leave in the free lands. The Geezer's Rest was a mighty fine vessel that could weather most storms but still Captain Theodore preferred not to put unneeded strain on the old gal. Continuing his meal, he kept looking around to see if anyone else appeared.

Sandra Mayfield
RV Caorthann

"That's awesome to hear! I hope only positively?"

"If I recall, indeed it was positive! The book mainly has covered basic arctic exploration although I have been wanting to learn a bit more ever since Captain Alexander shared a story with us one night of when he got the Geezer's Rest stuck in an ice pack many years ago. He mentioned how the ship almost sunk being crushed between the ice packs so I decided I'd learn as much as possible about the arctic."

Turning, Sandra followed Gavin towards the helicopter deck.

[The Selkie]

Kiana Rúisc of the Tribe of Waterford.
Gíománra Square.
I smiled - I had heard about the denizens of Rohan, but the general consensus was, that they were amateurs compared to us and to the Mangudai of the Sharulsi-Khanate. The Free Lands had enough rolling plains and hills to make sure, that we weren't only one-trick ponies!
"I lived here for a long time, although I literally live on the other side of the country these days.", I said and shrugged. "Wanted to visit my Dad tomorrow, a bit of a surprise visit. He moved here a few years ago."

Sabin nodded in sympathy...though of course if he had known of the consensus that was apparently had, he may have offered a friendly challenge. But for now, he knew of living far from family he looked up to. Sabin, Aceus and Edgar acted more like siblings than more distant relatives, and the distance only geographical.
"Someplace warmer or just as chilly?" he would venture, somewhat teasingly. Winter wonderlands possessed a charm of their own, but he was definitely someone who preferred warmer climes.

Cosán House.
Of course, Chris did instantly recognize Leonard Rualacha of the Tribe of Wicklow - the lad, whose outward appearance was almost stereotypical for a Selkie-Lad, along with his best friend Lugh, hadn't only been around at the beach party back then, but also at the Midsummer Festival in Preetz, where they had departed to a pub quite quickly, along with Macha and Sophia, Janina's Little Sis. Chris remembered that, even though he had been busy with someone else.
Chris' and Lugh's shoulders met, following an important remark by both him and Leonard - that Chris was part of the Bicíní Family, whether he wanted or not. He did want, for obvious reasons. Indeed, Cel was a girlfriend many lads would sell their soul for.
Continuing in his lightly Rhenish-accented, but surprisingly good Selkie when it came to grammar (without realizing), Chris said, "Nice tae see ya again, too! How are things going?"

Inneoin House.
In the meantime, the three young ladies from Lillorainen had figured, that the way to Inneoin House was remarkably easy - go east, follow the road until nothing goes anymore, turn left, and there you are.
The guards, who confirmed the validity of their VIP Passes and instructed them to go upstairs directly, to the VIP Lounge (which would make sense for someone entering with a VIP Pass), received three thankful nods, including smiles.
And they hadn't been promised too much! One had a perfect view over the entire Gíománra Square through the windows, from a cozy lounge with a small buffet and the place where shoes absolutely didn't belong on.
The next thanks would go to the handmaiden who took their coats to hang them up. One would now see, that Janina, Fenja, and Gesine had, by intuition, chosen clothes that would be entirely appropriate for occasions like these in Lillorainen - shirts in darker colors (dark blue for Gesine; dark green for Fenja; entirely black for Janina) of a Lillorainian brand that wasn't exactly cheap, quite on the contrary, combined with black tights and boots. Granted, it would make them look out of place a bit, when the few people with armor were considered, but the Federation's standards were certainly well-known enough in these parts - and one could never know, if other foreign guests were around as well.
Fenja whistled through her teeth and murmured something along the lines of, 'Really not bad, eh?' in her mother tongue.
Gesine's natural intuition went to the buffet - but Janina and Fenja thought alike. Food and hot tea - this was what they could need now.

Jolene Gudfrey
Inneoin House

Jolene witnessed the bustling of activity around her and knew the time for glory was upon the kids and felt the excitement in the air. She was pretty pshyced herself to be able to witness this exciting sport first hand. She took a large gulp of her sweet tea, allowing the last of the hot beverage run down her throat, and she could feel her body warm up instantly as a result. A good feeling.

As Marla invited her to follow her and bring along her tea, Jolene rose from her seat with a warm smile before she spoke, "No need dear, its all happily inside me." Jolene turned to Madame Baigh and offered a humble nod and spoke, "Madame I humbly thank you for your hospitallity." She turned back to Marla, "Onwards to the excitement then dear!"

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Emily Hunter
Caora Inn.

Emily observed the maid enter the room and serve the tea and biscuits, to which Emily offered a soft smile and a quick "Thank you kindly" in her direction. Emily herself helped herself to a warm cup of tea, but left the served biscuits.

She smiled at Aurora who was now also seated and then finally turned to Antonio who spoke to her, and his sly smile and facial expression implied that he knew exactly who Emily realy were. Her heart turned ice cold, but she remained calm and kept appearances very well. She could not be completely certain that he truly without a doubt knew who she was. So with her signature calmness and cuteness she replied, "Well good Sir, I am not a lassie who enjoys being binded and restricted with labels.. But I do see myself as a sort of a general entrepeneur. I conduct business of any form which might seem.. appropriate and profitable at the moment."

---

Dagon Farlong
Mórrón Inn

Dagon grumbled as the knock on the door sounded. He was many things - a patient man was not one of those things. He overheard the conversation between Rona and an unidentified male. Dagon spoke from his seated position, addressing Rona, "Aye girlie let the rude bastard inside.." When the man entered the room, Dagon remained seated on the sofa stark naked, with Ava still cuddled into heis stoney arms, naked as well. Dagon observed that the man was neatly dressed and looked quite.. decent. Without actually greeting him, Dagon addressed Rona again, "Please be a dear and serve another ale for myself and this untimely.. 'guest'." He looked back to the stranger, looking at him with a feint hint of distain, "Take a seat then puppyman. And be brief with your message, if you do not mind?"

Kiana Rúisc of the Tribe of Waterford.
Gíománra Square.
"Just as chilly.", I said without reacting much to the teasing, mainly because there was a blast of a horn sounding out, almost drowning my voice. "Now, hush, the examination is starting!"
And what an examination it would be.

Áed Gadhair of the Tribe of Fermanagh.
Inneoin House.
I led Jolene upwards, leaving the Marcach to their last preparations, Madame Baigh staying downstairs with her daughter and her friend (some even said boyfriend, but that was another story).
We entered right after three young women, who, by a snippet of language, that I caught, were Lillos. I grinned at them and motioned for them to come to the windows, just as the horn blast announced, that the examination would begin in a moment.
We were right on time in the warm room, me shedding my heavy coat and giving it to a maid to hang up.
And down, out on the square, the man himself appeared: Tyran Cróimiam of the Tribe of Cork, a Swordmaster accredited by the Guild, his short, blue hair whipped by a low breeze. He stood tall, in a heavy armour, a fur-lined coat over his shoulder, a broadsword at his side.
A hush fell over the crowd as he took in air.
"People of Launceston, friends, siblings in arms, hear and tell of this day!", he called out in Selkie, I translated for Jolene and, by proxy, any other foreigner not understanding our tongue. "Today, the Guild of Marcach asks you to witness the examination of a swordsman, who wishes to rise to the rank of Swordmaster!"
Cheers filled the air.
When they had died down, Tyran continued: "Llwyd Blaidd, of Tralee Descent!", he called and from one of the entrances to the arena, a man stepped forward. His long, white hair was free and open, his face schooled and hard. He wore a deep red coat with wide sleeves and puffy pants in the same colour, without a doubt hiding armour. His golden eyes were sharp and the dog ears raised in alarm. At his side hung a Kyrenaian Type 3C Sabre, easily confused with the Katana. Tyran bowed his head to him, lightly. "You honoured me by asking me to oversee the examination, friend. Now please honour us by revealing the two students, which will accompany you onto the field!"
The ancient Spiorad bowed his head and then snapped his fingers - behind him, two women stepped out of the shadows to join their father's side, Elin and Branwen Blaidd, of Tralee Descent. They, too, were Spiorad, their black hair bound back and their dog ears standing high - at least in Elin's case, Branwen's, I knew, were more floppy. Both of them wore Gwisgwanaeth, the Tralee's version of the Geansai, made of many different kinds of leather of animals living in the Great Woods - and, to some extend, styled after them. It made them look fierce and intimidating. Elin, the older one, who wore a teasing smile, wore a set, that reminded of the Woodstalker, Branwen wore one, that evoked the Scalefang, her face schooled and hard.
The crowd roared.
Tyran bowed his head lightly to either of them.
"Students of this man, who wishes to become a Master, are you ready to face your opponents?", Tyran asked and both answered in the affirmative, stepping in front of their father to do their part of the examination. Tyran stepped back a step and that was the signal for Donny and Ceili, who walked onto the field with all the cute gravitas, that their age could summon. The crowd roared, the two Blaidd-Sisters bowed their heads. "These young students of the sword will be your opponents, Students of your Father."
Four Servants to Carman Fea and a Priestess of hers stepped forward, asked for the swords to be drawn.
While Donny fought with his armour piercer, Ceili had her broadsword. Elin fought with two short swords, both less then a metre long, while her sister drew a one-handed sword and a shield. All held the weapons down and out, for the Priestess to ask Carman Fea to, just for today, not let these swords cut wounds, as they were examining, not fighting. The four servants, meanwhile, wrapped the swords in cloth, bound it with rope. These swords were, just today, not sharp.
As they had finished, they bowed their heads, so did the examiners and the examinees, the Servants and Priestess then left the field, the contestants put on their helmets. Tyran stepped up one last time.
"May Carman Fea be witness to this day and to this fight - begin!", he called and the fight began, as he had said.
And it did not begin with an explosion of motion, quite on the contrary, as the two sisters predated, stalked to the sides, the two kids having apparently decided beforehand, who would be fighting whom - Ceili versus Branwen, Donny versus Elin.
The two kids moved forward slightly and followed the moves - of the other's opponent, facing them, back to back. Then, Ceili grinned and Elin attacked her.
The fight was on.
Ceili rolled to the side, Donny shot towards Branwen, his quick and light armour piercer keeping her sword occupied while Elin attacked Ceili - the facial expressions were very telling: Elin had a slightly deranged smile, which told how much she was enjoying herself, while Branwen was hard and fierce. The kids grinned, as they were having a blast.
However, it became apparent rather quickly, that Ceili's broadsword was simply too heavy to keep up with the smaller, lighter short swords and she was on the defensive.
Elin was a tornado of flying steel.
Branwen and Donny, on the other hand, resorted to a more controlled fighting style. Probing each other, as if waiting for a signal...
And that signal came quickly: Ceili caught both of Elin's swords with her broadsword and gave the older woman a hearty kick into her stomach, which made her stumble back.
The little blonde yelled a word.
Donny attempted to switch with her, so that they would face the 'right' opponents, but Branwen shouted something, which essentially amounted to "As if!"
And then, Donny was beleaguered by a precise flurry of sword strikes, which put him not only on the defensive, but also pushed him back.
It had been a pitched battle from the start, I knew that: Elin and Branwen were sisters, they were better at communicating, knew each other's capabilities - Ceili and Donny, on the other hand, spent most of their time together as opponents.
That, and the two older women were simply that: Older, stronger, more experienced.
Not that Ceili and Donny were bad, they were actually quite good, many others would have been mince meat for a long time now, but it started to look as if that wasn't enough.
Then, Elin caught Ceili's broadsword between her two blades. I felt the kick, which the older woman gave the little girl up here, burying an armoured boot in her stomach. The wind left Ceili's lungs violently.
A moment later, consciousness left her, as Elin whacked her over the head with the pommel of her sword. Helmet or not, no one could hold it against her, that she collapsed.
"Ceili!", Donny yelled at the sound and redoubled his efforts to force Branwen back, while Elin caught the little girl on her arm and delivered her to Tyran and her concerned mother like one would carry a sack of potatoes.
If by luck or by skill, Donny indeed managed to force Banwen back, who was beginning to wear a smile, until he was suddenly right in her defense, behind her sword, his own on her throat. As it was wrapped in cloth, it was actually harmless, but Branwen nodded.
She was out.
Elin waited until the two had disentangled themselves and Branwen had left the field.
Donny versus Elin, two short swords versus an armour piercer.
Donny had schooled his face, while Elin was smiling a more and more deranged smile - she was having fun! And, if Donny was honest, so was he.
A moment later, the two exploded into motion, meeting not in a clash of steel, but in a swish, no blades meeting each other for quite some time.
Elin knew, that Donny was smaller and had a quicker blade.
Donny knew, that Elin could easily overpower him.
Both knew their advantages and disadvantages and they began to work with them masterfully, their footwork reminding people more of an intricate dance then actual fighting. They would remember this fight for quite some time.
And then, Elin locked Donny - she had him.
But he also had her. He dodged a kick, liberated his blade, twirled and attempted his blade to 'cut her stomach open', but she was quicker, caught his sword with a sword of her own and went for it with the other.
Donny knew, what was coming, lowered his head and brought up his other hand. He could not stop her, he knew that, she was simply stronger, but he could make her miss.
He made her miss his head, but her second blade hit his armour piercer. His one handed grip did not hold.
It fell onto the cobble, but not before clinking off his helmet.
Elin used the momentum for a twirl, stopping with one blade on the young man's throat. Her deranged smile creeped him out, but he did take off his helmet, shook out his long braid and lowered his head.
The fight had concluded with a win for the side of the examined, the cheers were deafening, even in here, who we were cheering quite a bit, too.
Ceili was a bit wobbly on the feet a few moments later, but she was fine, Donny checked up on her before the students and the examiners were honouring each other, putting away sword. The little girl smiled, although a bit shaky. She would feel a hard headache for quite a while.
Elin checked up on her, too, concern in her eyes.
Then, the two parties stood opposite to each other, swords unwrapped and sheathed. They bowed to each other, thanked each other for the enjoyable fight, then Donny requested the sword hands of both Elin and Branwen, both holding out their left to him.
He kissed their palms, a sign of the respect he held for them.
Branwen took the honour with a calm nod, while Elin smiled a teasing smile and asked something, which made the boy sputter and blush heavily. Even Branwen couldn't keep a small, bemused smile off her face as the four parted, Ceili and Donny returning to Inneoin House, while the sisters went back to their father.
He had watched with neutral eyes, but was smiling slightly, kissed both of his daughters on the cheek and congratulated them.
The first part of the examination was over.

Eithne Banphrionsa of the Tribe of Monaghan.
Cosán House.
"Quite well, thank you.", Lugh replied with a nod, "School's a bore, but that's no surprise. The rest of the trip to Lillorainen in Summer was awesome!"
Leonard and Enya nodded at that, although the little girl had a rather special, little adventure, which almost caused her mother a heart attack.
"Lugh has a girlfriend.", Leonard said and the other young man blushed.
"Well, yeah, but it's not... we..." Lugh smiled like only a man in love could smile. "Her name is Fiona. She's actually a friend of Cel's."

Aurora Alce.
Caora Inn.
Sigarro listened to her with a small smile.
"And here I was, thinking, that I was talking to Siora Hunter, the famed arms dealer from Port Ember...", he smiled and went for the metaphorical kill, "...as well as supplier of stranded goods to those willing to pay the price." He let a beat pass. Stranded goods was the local euphemism for those goods, which were gained by illegal means and nowadays mostly sold on the black market. "How is Siore Azula? Well, I hope?"
We long since suspected, that Hunter and Johnny Azula, a deranged man by the nickname of the Shark, who controlled a huge swath of the Underworld of Port Ember, were associates. This bold and brazen question would proof to be vital in the evaluation of how close they were - if at all.
Meanwhile, silent as a shadow, the pale blonde moved to the door, blocking it.

In Room 403, the man in the coat accepted the invitation and was not impressed in the slightest. Behind him, a girl in Geansai entered, though neither Rona nor Ava could identify the Tribe by its colours, her chest was flat - she could not be older then sixteen, leaning to the wall next to the door, blocking the escape without blocking it.
Both knew, that Rona and Ava were what essentially amounted to prostitutes and that they had barged in during his... entertainment.
Ava handed Dagon and ale, the man declined with a polite shake of the head.
Rona sat down to the man's other side.
The man smiled slightly as he reached into his coat and pulled out a small package, handing it to Farlong. Inside of it was a flower, deep green stem, with ovate leaves and a ripe, deep red berry on the stem. It was Álainn Ríon, the Beautiful Queen or Atropa Regina. Farlong, as the LCN had arranged with Port Ember's own Johnny Azula, was to provide a sample amount of this highly dangerous plant and Farlong was to smuggle it out of the country.
"I presume, that you knew, what this is.", the man said.
At the sight of the plant, the eyes of both prostitutes widened to the size of saucers.

Karl blinked, and was at a loss for words-he had been expecting someone young, but not someone that looked underage.
At last, he nodded in return. "Pleased to meet you, Naelle." he replied, extending a hand for a handshake. "Karl Störtebeker, no relation to the historical Störtebeker. May I come in?"

Room 220, Báirse Inn.
Naelle Villeggiante.
I grabbed his hand and gave it a tight squeeze, grinned.
"Si, si, come in!", I told him, "Make yourself at home!" I pointed to one bed, occupied. "This is Siora Ximena's bed. She is a Paisanchera!" I grinned. "Pick one of the other two, please!"
I let a beat pass.
"And among us, I call dibs on Siora Ximena!", I added.

"Thanks, that would be helpful, replies Corey with a smile. So, how much would that be if he has everything in stock?"

The young man shrugged.
"I, quite honestly, have no idea.", he said and then added: "If I know Ayden, though, I'd say, that you should leave the talking to your wife. He might give you a discount."

"Yes, happier subjects. It is a festival after all, no need to bring down the spirit!" She continued along with her new found company of friends then some others called out to them. "Oh more luck huh? I can't wait!"

Felicia Ab of the Tribe of Fermanagh.
One of the side-streets of Launceston.
"Indeed.", I said with a grin as we joined the blonde woman, "Toka, this is our Captain, Isla Stiúrthóir of the Tribe of Fingal." I introduced. "Though, what's up with the armour and hairstyle?"
Isla smiled slightly. "Oh, a blast from my past... and I lost a bet with Tea.", she said, Tea grinned and nodded, then our leader turned to Toka, bowed her head, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Toka. Please, just call me Isla."
I did not know, that Isla had worn twin-drills as a young woman... or that she looked this cute in them...

Aífe Draoi of the Tribe of Wexford.
By the Eastern Main Gates.
I smiled and shook my head - she was not taking away my time, quite on the contrary.
"Indeed I am.", I confirmed, smiling at the praise - really, it was nothing. I knew how to keep a tank running, and knew my way around car mechanics, too, but that was about it. I motioned her to follow me. "So your Grandfather and your sister are mechanics?"
We were only inches away from the tank exhibit, the large armoured vehicles on display for the sore eye to see, lined up chronologically. The first was, of course, the massive Squartatore Assault Tank from Lutetii, which had prompted much of the tank developments to follow on either side of Mount Vellenge. This one was actually sent up with a crew and a few mechanics from the Iris Boarding School Complex's Sensha-Do Team, who had one as part of their Historic Fleet.

Lotte kept in pace with Aífe. She was very friendly even to a tourist like her, she couldn't complain. Though there was a famous story in Kuronami lore, legend, history, maybe? Anyway the story was a prominent daughter of a tradesman was kidnapped in a visit to a foreign land many centuries ago. Well it was a hard story to verify besides that was then, this is now! No reason to think something bad could happen. "Oh, kind of. More like they just know their way around cars really well. My sister learned from our grandfather and they've tried to teach me but I'll admit I'm not particularly good at much of anything. What about you, how did you learn? How long did it take you, what made you want to learn?"

Lotte's grandfather was technically the Butler of The Palace of #1 Verona Avenue, thus the Empress's butler. But he also oversaw grounds and of course the fleet of vehicles for the entire royal family. Lotte was Fine's personal attendant and "servant" in charge of all her personal needs. Her older sister was another one of the maids who kept up the palace. She figured by now she'd go with the rest of the Empress's family to Landsbruck or Kane but yet she remained with her little sister's side.

Aífe Draoi of the Tribe of Wexford.
Tank Exhibit.
I smiled at the story and the flurry of questions.
"I started as a little kid to play with machines. My Dad's a mechanic, repairs agricultural machines in the Trossach, that's where I'm from." I smiled slightly. "Other girls played with dolls, I played with engines. I took the entrance exams for the Binn Boarding School Complex, because I heard of their Sensha-Do Team and saw them in demonstration match and found their uniforms cute." I shrugged, still smiling - they were. "I joined when I entered Middle School, at the earliest age, and quickly ascended the rank - according to my mentor, I have talent. I do it, because, well, it's fun. And you get to meet a lot of really nice people."
I smiled at Lotte.
"Like you, for example.", I added with a small tease.

"Not a problem. It's fine." Lise just said with her letting a giggle from Rona's reaction. So cute.

Still there was something which caught the couple off guard, the fact she told them "Please come..." But kept something for herself. Wharever it was, it made both Lise and Lucas be deep red on their cheeks as they followed the Mimi-Maid.
Then they followed her into the foyer, which wasn't very large, still impressive. A thick carpet under the feet, the sides of the hall lined with comfortable benches and sofas and the receptionist looking at the opposite to the door; they obviously smiled back after the fistbump of him and Rona.

"Good Morning to you too. We have an reservation at the name of The Crown Princess Lisolette XI of Ardens and Lucas Walker here at the Inn, could you cheek if everything is in order?? Also we had readen the rules of the establishment regarding mascots so hope you don't mind him."

Lise spoke as she signed at Dilly, smiling at the receptionist as they waited for see if all was on order. At least here they were more mature when it comes to Black Vulpines.

The receptionist, if he was surprised by having a Princess in front of him, did not show it. Rona looked at Lise with big eyes, though.
"Ah, yes, here you are.", he said, "Lisolette XI, Princess of Ardens, and Mister Lucas Walker, accompanied by Master Dilly." He smiled at them, then bowed his head in respect. "You honour us with Your choice for our humble establishment, Your Majesty. If You allow me a moment to get the keys and a porter to carry Your bags?"
Rona was baffled. This was not the first Princess she saw, one could see that, but she was still surprised.

Captain Alexander Theodore
The Mórrón Inn

Sitting at his table, Captain Theodore sat and grumbled while he read over the paper as he sipped his coffee and munched on his tart flambée. The typhoon approaching Kyrkraut was not good news since it was in the general vicinity of where he had planned on sailing once the crew was rested and had had a good shore leave in the free lands. The Geezer's Rest was a mighty fine vessel that could weather most storms but still Captain Theodore preferred not to put unneeded strain on the old gal. Continuing his meal, he kept looking around to see if anyone else appeared.

Sandra Mayfield
RV Caorthann

"That's awesome to hear! I hope only positively?"

"If I recall, indeed it was positive! The book mainly has covered basic arctic exploration although I have been wanting to learn a bit more ever since Captain Alexander shared a story with us one night of when he got the Geezer's Rest stuck in an ice pack many years ago. He mentioned how the ship almost sunk being crushed between the ice packs so I decided I'd learn as much as possible about the arctic."

Turning, Sandra followed Gavin towards the helicopter deck.

Morgane Freastalaí of the Tribe of Galway.
The Mórrón Inn.
As the good Captain was occupied with the newspaper, we finished cleaning with time to spare, so we got a few minutes before the next swarm of customers appeared.
That gave me an idea...
I cleared my throat standing next to Theodore, having grabbed a breadroll and a cuppa tea for myself.
"Excuse me, Sir...", I began and then asked: "...would you mind, if I were to sit with you?"

Gavin Taighdeoir of the Tribe of Tralee.
RV Caorthann.
I smiled and nodded.
"That is indeed very good to hear - and yes, the arctic can be a place both terrifying and beautiful.", I told her as we were on our way, "And it's not only a danger, but also a danger... I presume, that I-woah!"
The last came as a yell of surprise, jumping out of the way of a small, electronic device resembling a mouse on wheels and the two vulpines chasing it. White furred, with large ears and blue eyes, the fluffy tail and tuft on their head gave their species away.
I laughed.
"Stoth and Scátálaí.", I explained with a smile, "Our Luchaires - Mousers. They're ice foxes, from the Arctic, who were taken in by one of my colleagues aboard."

[Port Ember]

Áed Gadhair of the Tribe of Fermanagh.
Inneoin House.
I led Jolene upwards, leaving the Marcach to their last preparations, Madame Baigh staying downstairs with her daughter and her friend (some even said boyfriend, but that was another story).
We entered right after three young women, who, by a snippet of language, that I caught, were Lillos. I grinned at them and motioned for them to come to the windows, just as the horn blast announced, that the examination would begin in a moment.
We were right on time in the warm room, me shedding my heavy coat and giving it to a maid to hang up.
And down, out on the square, the man himself appeared: Tyran Cróimiam of the Tribe of Cork, a Swordmaster accredited by the Guild, his short, blue hair whipped by a low breeze. He stood tall, in a heavy armour, a fur-lined coat over his shoulder, a broadsword at his side.
A hush fell over the crowd as he took in air.
"People of Launceston, friends, siblings in arms, hear and tell of this day!", he called out in Selkie, I translated for Jolene and, by proxy, any other foreigner not understanding our tongue. "Today, the Guild of Marcach asks you to witness the examination of a swordsman, who wishes to rise to the rank of Swordmaster!"
Cheers filled the air.
When they had died down, Tyran continued: "Llwyd Blaidd, of Tralee Descent!", he called and from one of the entrances to the arena, a man stepped forward. His long, white hair was free and open, his face schooled and hard. He wore a deep red coat with wide sleeves and puffy pants in the same colour, without a doubt hiding armour. His golden eyes were sharp and the dog ears raised in alarm. At his side hung a Kyrenaian Type 3C Sabre, easily confused with the Katana. Tyran bowed his head to him, lightly. "You honoured me by asking me to oversee the examination, friend. Now please honour us by revealing the two students, which will accompany you onto the field!"
The ancient Spiorad bowed his head and then snapped his fingers - behind him, two women stepped out of the shadows to join their father's side, Elin and Branwen Blaidd, of Tralee Descent. They, too, were Spiorad, their black hair bound back and their dog ears standing high - at least in Elin's case, Branwen's, I knew, were more floppy. Both of them wore Gwisgwanaeth, the Tralee's version of the Geansai, made of many different kinds of leather of animals living in the Great Woods - and, to some extend, styled after them. It made them look fierce and intimidating. Elin, the older one, who wore a teasing smile, wore a set, that reminded of the Woodstalker, Branwen wore one, that evoked the Scalefang, her face schooled and hard.
The crowd roared.
Tyran bowed his head lightly to either of them.
"Students of this man, who wishes to become a Master, are you ready to face your opponents?", Tyran asked and both answered in the affirmative, stepping in front of their father to do their part of the examination. Tyran stepped back a step and that was the signal for Donny and Ceili, who walked onto the field with all the cute gravitas, that their age could summon. The crowd roared, the two Blaidd-Sisters bowed their heads. "These young students of the sword will be your opponents, Students of your Father."
Four Servants to Carman Fea and a Priestess of hers stepped forward, asked for the swords to be drawn.
While Donny fought with his armour piercer, Ceili had her broadsword. Elin fought with two short swords, both less then a metre long, while her sister drew a one-handed sword and a shield. All held the weapons down and out, for the Priestess to ask Carman Fea to, just for today, not let these swords cut wounds, as they were examining, not fighting. The four servants, meanwhile, wrapped the swords in cloth, bound it with rope. These swords were, just today, not sharp.
As they had finished, they bowed their heads, so did the examiners and the examinees, the Servants and Priestess then left the field, the contestants put on their helmets. Tyran stepped up one last time.
"May Carman Fea be witness to this day and to this fight - begin!", he called and the fight began, as he had said.
And it did not begin with an explosion of motion, quite on the contrary, as the two sisters predated, stalked to the sides, the two kids having apparently decided beforehand, who would be fighting whom - Ceili versus Branwen, Donny versus Elin.
The two kids moved forward slightly and followed the moves - of the other's opponent, facing them, back to back. Then, Ceili grinned and Elin attacked her.
The fight was on.
Ceili rolled to the side, Donny shot towards Branwen, his quick and light armour piercer keeping her sword occupied while Elin attacked Ceili - the facial expressions were very telling: Elin had a slightly deranged smile, which told how much she was enjoying herself, while Branwen was hard and fierce. The kids grinned, as they were having a blast.
However, it became apparent rather quickly, that Ceili's broadsword was simply too heavy to keep up with the smaller, lighter short swords and she was on the defensive.
Elin was a tornado of flying steel.
Branwen and Donny, on the other hand, resorted to a more controlled fighting style. Probing each other, as if waiting for a signal...
And that signal came quickly: Ceili caught both of Elin's swords with her broadsword and gave the older woman a hearty kick into her stomach, which made her stumble back.
The little blonde yelled a word.
Donny attempted to switch with her, so that they would face the 'right' opponents, but Branwen shouted something, which essentially amounted to "As if!"
And then, Donny was beleaguered by a precise flurry of sword strikes, which put him not only on the defensive, but also pushed him back.
It had been a pitched battle from the start, I knew that: Elin and Branwen were sisters, they were better at communicating, knew each other's capabilities - Ceili and Donny, on the other hand, spent most of their time together as opponents.
That, and the two older women were simply that: Older, stronger, more experienced.
Not that Ceili and Donny were bad, they were actually quite good, many others would have been mince meat for a long time now, but it started to look as if that wasn't enough.
Then, Elin caught Ceili's broadsword between her two blades. I felt the kick, which the older woman gave the little girl up here, burying an armoured boot in her stomach. The wind left Ceili's lungs violently.
A moment later, consciousness left her, as Elin whacked her over the head with the pommel of her sword. Helmet or not, no one could hold it against her, that she collapsed.
"Ceili!", Donny yelled at the sound and redoubled his efforts to force Branwen back, while Elin caught the little girl on her arm and delivered her to Tyran and her concerned mother like one would carry a sack of potatoes.
If by luck or by skill, Donny indeed managed to force Banwen back, who was beginning to wear a smile, until he was suddenly right in her defense, behind her sword, his own on her throat. As it was wrapped in cloth, it was actually harmless, but Branwen nodded.
She was out.
Elin waited until the two had disentangled themselves and Branwen had left the field.
Donny versus Elin, two short swords versus an armour piercer.
Donny had schooled his face, while Elin was smiling a more and more deranged smile - she was having fun! And, if Donny was honest, so was he.
A moment later, the two exploded into motion, meeting not in a clash of steel, but in a swish, no blades meeting each other for quite some time.
Elin knew, that Donny was smaller and had a quicker blade.
Donny knew, that Elin could easily overpower him.
Both knew their advantages and disadvantages and they began to work with them masterfully, their footwork reminding people more of an intricate dance then actual fighting. They would remember this fight for quite some time.
And then, Elin locked Donny - she had him.
But he also had her. He dodged a kick, liberated his blade, twirled and attempted his blade to 'cut her stomach open', but she was quicker, caught his sword with a sword of her own and went for it with the other.
Donny knew, what was coming, lowered his head and brought up his other hand. He could not stop her, he knew that, she was simply stronger, but he could make her miss.
He made her miss his head, but her second blade hit his armour piercer. His one handed grip did not hold.
It fell onto the cobble, but not before clinking off his helmet.
Elin used the momentum for a twirl, stopping with one blade on the young man's throat. Her deranged smile creeped him out, but he did take off his helmet, shook out his long braid and lowered his head.
The fight had concluded with a win for the side of the examined, the cheers were deafening, even in here, who we were cheering quite a bit, too.
Ceili was a bit wobbly on the feet a few moments later, but she was fine, Donny checked up on her before the students and the examiners were honouring each other, putting away sword. The little girl smiled, although a bit shaky. She would feel a hard headache for quite a while.
Elin checked up on her, too, concern in her eyes.
Then, the two parties stood opposite to each other, swords unwrapped and sheathed. They bowed to each other, thanked each other for the enjoyable fight, then Donny requested the sword hands of both Elin and Branwen, both holding out their left to him.
He kissed their palms, a sign of the respect he held for them.
Branwen took the honour with a calm nod, while Elin smiled a teasing smile and asked something, which made the boy sputter and blush heavily. Even Branwen couldn't keep a small, bemused smile off her face as the four parted, Ceili and Donny returning to Inneoin House, while the sisters went back to their father.
He had watched with neutral eyes, but was smiling slightly, kissed both of his daughters on the cheek and congratulated them.
The first part of the examination was over.

---

Aurora Alce.
Caora Inn.
Sigarro listened to her with a small smile.
"And here I was, thinking, that I was talking to Siora Hunter, the famed arms dealer from Port Ember...", he smiled and went for the metaphorical kill, "...as well as supplier of stranded goods to those willing to pay the price." He let a beat pass. Stranded goods was the local euphemism for those goods, which were gained by illegal means and nowadays mostly sold on the black market. "How is Siore Azula? Well, I hope?"
We long since suspected, that Hunter and Johnny Azula, a deranged man by the nickname of the Shark, who controlled a huge swath of the Underworld of Port Ember, were associates. This bold and brazen question would proof to be vital in the evaluation of how close they were - if at all.
Meanwhile, silent as a shadow, the pale blonde moved to the door, blocking it.

---

In Room 403, the man in the coat accepted the invitation and was not impressed in the slightest. Behind him, a girl in Geansai entered, though neither Rona nor Ava could identify the Tribe by its colours, her chest was flat - she could not be older then sixteen, leaning to the wall next to the door, blocking the escape without blocking it.
Both knew, that Rona and Ava were what essentially amounted to prostitutes and that they had barged in during his... entertainment.
Ava handed Dagon and ale, the man declined with a polite shake of the head.
Rona sat down to the man's other side.
The man smiled slightly as he reached into his coat and pulled out a small package, handing it to Farlong. Inside of it was a flower, deep green stem, with ovate leaves and a ripe, deep red berry on the stem. It was Álainn Ríon, the Beautiful Queen or Atropa Regina. Farlong, as the LCN had arranged with Port Ember's own Johnny Azula, was to provide a sample amount of this highly dangerous plant and Farlong was to smuggle it out of the country.
"I presume, that you knew, what this is.", the man said.
At the sight of the plant, the eyes of both prostitutes widened to the size of saucers.

Jolene Gudfrey
Inneoin House

Áed led Jolene upstairs to a nice warm and cozy room, filled with more people in attendance. When they reached the large windows, Jolene had the perfect view to where the action was to take place down below. The mentioned action was the examination of two female sword fighters - apparantly as part of their quest to become masters in their art. Their opponents were none other than Donny and Ceili. Jolene found it odd that would-be Masters would test against children who was clearly their junior in age, strength, wisdom and experience. Not a fair trail Jolene felt, but she managed to hide her opinion on this matter to the outside world. Jolene was quite surprised to see that the foursome below would actually be fighting with their real weapons, even though it was wrapped in cloth this time. She was a fan of the sport of Fencing - but there the swords could not pose any life threatning situations. This was the real deal.. so barbaric but insanely exciting! The fight commenced and it was no 'steamrolling' moment as Jolene first predicted - the kids held their own in a spectacular fashion and the exciting dual dragged on for quite some time - but not one second of it being boring or repetitive. The fight eventually concluded with the kids being defeated and Jolene applauded politely, impressed with the skills of the masters to be - but even more so at the heart of the kids. Even though they had lost, they had no reason what so ever to be ashamed.

Jolene, almost out of breath from the excitement turned to Áed and spoke with a warm smile, "That was bloody amazing! I think I have discovered my new favourite sport! Is the girls now masters after that marvelous fight Áed?"

---

Emily Hunter
Caora Inn

Emily's heart skipped a beat and her face turned ice cold as Antonio comfirmed her suspicion and admitted beyond a doubt that he knew exactly who she was - including her shady business history. She did not yet know whether this was actuall good news - or terrifyingly bad. Only time would tell... Furthermore to add to the tense atmosphere in the room, Emily's eye caught the pale blonde's movement, clearly blocking the door. Emily cursed herself for not packing any protection- she sure felt she could need it now.

Emily swallowed slowly and steadily regained her composure and confidence. She had dealt with many dangerous and shady characters in the past - and here she is still alive.. for now. She forced a confident smile before replying, "Oh Siore, I am indeed THAT Emily Hunter.. But is it rude for a girl to hope that her reputation does not precede her everywhere she travels? And like I say, I am truly not fond of labels, although my.. shadier career was a success - it is not to say I do not enjoy a little more.. legal trade every now and then.."

She gulped softly on the mention of Johnny Azula. The fact that Antonio knew of their aquintance made him much more connected and dangerous than she could have imagined. Especially considering the fact that Azula was by far the most vile and powerfully dangerous man in Port Ember. She indeed have had previous dealings with The Shark, but the situation have changed recently, and she considered him her enemy. He indeed played a very large part in nearly bankrupting her, which in turn forced her to travel to this cold land to engage in shady dealings once more. She maintained her forced smile as she spoke again after a brief pause, "Well the last time I had met with Siore Azula, he was doing fine in his own demented evil way. You see Siore, Azula and myself had a slight professional dissagreement, and I no longer concern myself with his well being."

---

Dagon Farlong
Mórrón Inn; Room 403

Dagon kept a fixed stare on the coated man as he took a seat on the opposite sofa, and let out a unsattisfied mumble when he rejected the offer of ale. Dagon also maintained a close eye on his pile of clothes nearby on the floor, as his trusty hunting dagger was hidden below. One could never be prepares enough.. Dagon's eyes transferred to the young lass who entered the room and stood by the door, wearing some sort of traditional robes. She was clearly a youngster - but Dagon liked the female species no matter their age. Dagon suddenly spoke, adressing the newcomer standing by the door - Dagon himself still being stark naked, his entire hardened being on display to the room. "Lassie yer more than welcome to join in on the revelries once this meeting had concluded.. These two lassies can attest to the splendor and enjoyment of this.. festival."

Dagon opened the package which the coated man handed him and inspected the contents. Once he was satisfied that it was indeed the 'real deal', he replied with a smirk, "Aye tis' ere be the reason why my arse is in this frozen hell. I do however hope that this is only the sample? I was contracted to take home a slightly... heavier cargo."

[The Scarlet Eagle]

The young man shrugged.
"I, quite honestly, have no idea.", he said and then added: "If I know Ayden, though, I'd say, that you should leave the talking to your wife. He might give you a discount."

"Don't worry, I'm sure I will achieve that goal, replie Christina with a wink. While we wait for the kid, could you please give me your name Mister? asks the pink-haired woman. I would like to know it so I can credit you when I'll be presenting my new collection with these jewels."

[Mervay]

The receptionist, if he was surprised by having a Princess in front of him, did not show it. Rona looked at Lise with big eyes, though.
"Ah, yes, here you are.", he said, "Lisolette XI, Princess of Ardens, and Mister Lucas Walker, accompanied by Master Dilly." He smiled at them, then bowed his head in respect. "You honour us with Your choice for our humble establishment, Your Majesty. If You allow me a moment to get the keys and a porter to carry Your bags?"
Rona was baffled. This was not the first Princess she saw, one could see that, but she was still surprised.

Clearly they didn't knew that much about Lise's identity, well excepting the receptionist since it was needed to know that. Rona still seemed to be looking at Lise with big eyes. Can't blame her, few know said truth... That reminds Lise to tell that to Cel and Chris about that, they know about her identity as a noble, but not as a Royal. It was an mystery how they didn't knew about it through the news, but still, she has to tell the truth. She has to.

Then they bowed at the receptionist as he spoke, making Lise grin and smile.

"It will be an pleasure sir."

Lise smiled at him as they waited for someone to go and get their keys and take their package to their room. Meanwhile Lucas smiled at Rona and let an small laugh about her surprise.

"I guess this was the first time you see a Princess right??"

[Lillorainen]

Áed Gadhair of the Tribe of Fermanagh.
Inneoin House.
I led Jolene upwards, leaving the Marcach to their last preparations, Madame Baigh staying downstairs with her daughter and her friend (some even said boyfriend, but that was another story).
We entered right after three young women, who, by a snippet of language, that I caught, were Lillos. I grinned at them and motioned for them to come to the windows, just as the horn blast announced, that the examination would begin in a moment.
We were right on time in the warm room, me shedding my heavy coat and giving it to a maid to hang up.
And down, out on the square, the man himself appeared: Tyran Cróimiam of the Tribe of Cork, a Swordmaster accredited by the Guild, his short, blue hair whipped by a low breeze. He stood tall, in a heavy armour, a fur-lined coat over his shoulder, a broadsword at his side.
A hush fell over the crowd as he took in air.
"People of Launceston, friends, siblings in arms, hear and tell of this day!", he called out in Selkie, I translated for Jolene and, by proxy, any other foreigner not understanding our tongue. "Today, the Guild of Marcach asks you to witness the examination of a swordsman, who wishes to rise to the rank of Swordmaster!"
Cheers filled the air.
When they had died down, Tyran continued: "Llwyd Blaidd, of Tralee Descent!", he called and from one of the entrances to the arena, a man stepped forward. His long, white hair was free and open, his face schooled and hard. He wore a deep red coat with wide sleeves and puffy pants in the same colour, without a doubt hiding armour. His golden eyes were sharp and the dog ears raised in alarm. At his side hung a Kyrenaian Type 3C Sabre, easily confused with the Katana. Tyran bowed his head to him, lightly. "You honoured me by asking me to oversee the examination, friend. Now please honour us by revealing the two students, which will accompany you onto the field!"
The ancient Spiorad bowed his head and then snapped his fingers - behind him, two women stepped out of the shadows to join their father's side, Elin and Branwen Blaidd, of Tralee Descent. They, too, were Spiorad, their black hair bound back and their dog ears standing high - at least in Elin's case, Branwen's, I knew, were more floppy. Both of them wore Gwisgwanaeth, the Tralee's version of the Geansai, made of many different kinds of leather of animals living in the Great Woods - and, to some extend, styled after them. It made them look fierce and intimidating. Elin, the older one, who wore a teasing smile, wore a set, that reminded of the Woodstalker, Branwen wore one, that evoked the Scalefang, her face schooled and hard.
The crowd roared.
Tyran bowed his head lightly to either of them.
"Students of this man, who wishes to become a Master, are you ready to face your opponents?", Tyran asked and both answered in the affirmative, stepping in front of their father to do their part of the examination. Tyran stepped back a step and that was the signal for Donny and Ceili, who walked onto the field with all the cute gravitas, that their age could summon. The crowd roared, the two Blaidd-Sisters bowed their heads. "These young students of the sword will be your opponents, Students of your Father."
Four Servants to Carman Fea and a Priestess of hers stepped forward, asked for the swords to be drawn.
While Donny fought with his armour piercer, Ceili had her broadsword. Elin fought with two short swords, both less then a metre long, while her sister drew a one-handed sword and a shield. All held the weapons down and out, for the Priestess to ask Carman Fea to, just for today, not let these swords cut wounds, as they were examining, not fighting. The four servants, meanwhile, wrapped the swords in cloth, bound it with rope. These swords were, just today, not sharp.
As they had finished, they bowed their heads, so did the examiners and the examinees, the Servants and Priestess then left the field, the contestants put on their helmets. Tyran stepped up one last time.
"May Carman Fea be witness to this day and to this fight - begin!", he called and the fight began, as he had said.
And it did not begin with an explosion of motion, quite on the contrary, as the two sisters predated, stalked to the sides, the two kids having apparently decided beforehand, who would be fighting whom - Ceili versus Branwen, Donny versus Elin.
The two kids moved forward slightly and followed the moves - of the other's opponent, facing them, back to back. Then, Ceili grinned and Elin attacked her.
The fight was on.
Ceili rolled to the side, Donny shot towards Branwen, his quick and light armour piercer keeping her sword occupied while Elin attacked Ceili - the facial expressions were very telling: Elin had a slightly deranged smile, which told how much she was enjoying herself, while Branwen was hard and fierce. The kids grinned, as they were having a blast.
However, it became apparent rather quickly, that Ceili's broadsword was simply too heavy to keep up with the smaller, lighter short swords and she was on the defensive.
Elin was a tornado of flying steel.
Branwen and Donny, on the other hand, resorted to a more controlled fighting style. Probing each other, as if waiting for a signal...
And that signal came quickly: Ceili caught both of Elin's swords with her broadsword and gave the older woman a hearty kick into her stomach, which made her stumble back.
The little blonde yelled a word.
Donny attempted to switch with her, so that they would face the 'right' opponents, but Branwen shouted something, which essentially amounted to "As if!"
And then, Donny was beleaguered by a precise flurry of sword strikes, which put him not only on the defensive, but also pushed him back.
It had been a pitched battle from the start, I knew that: Elin and Branwen were sisters, they were better at communicating, knew each other's capabilities - Ceili and Donny, on the other hand, spent most of their time together as opponents.
That, and the two older women were simply that: Older, stronger, more experienced.
Not that Ceili and Donny were bad, they were actually quite good, many others would have been mince meat for a long time now, but it started to look as if that wasn't enough.
Then, Elin caught Ceili's broadsword between her two blades. I felt the kick, which the older woman gave the little girl up here, burying an armoured boot in her stomach. The wind left Ceili's lungs violently.
A moment later, consciousness left her, as Elin whacked her over the head with the pommel of her sword. Helmet or not, no one could hold it against her, that she collapsed.
"Ceili!", Donny yelled at the sound and redoubled his efforts to force Branwen back, while Elin caught the little girl on her arm and delivered her to Tyran and her concerned mother like one would carry a sack of potatoes.
If by luck or by skill, Donny indeed managed to force Banwen back, who was beginning to wear a smile, until he was suddenly right in her defense, behind her sword, his own on her throat. As it was wrapped in cloth, it was actually harmless, but Branwen nodded.
She was out.
Elin waited until the two had disentangled themselves and Branwen had left the field.
Donny versus Elin, two short swords versus an armour piercer.
Donny had schooled his face, while Elin was smiling a more and more deranged smile - she was having fun! And, if Donny was honest, so was he.
A moment later, the two exploded into motion, meeting not in a clash of steel, but in a swish, no blades meeting each other for quite some time.
Elin knew, that Donny was smaller and had a quicker blade.
Donny knew, that Elin could easily overpower him.
Both knew their advantages and disadvantages and they began to work with them masterfully, their footwork reminding people more of an intricate dance then actual fighting. They would remember this fight for quite some time.
And then, Elin locked Donny - she had him.
But he also had her. He dodged a kick, liberated his blade, twirled and attempted his blade to 'cut her stomach open', but she was quicker, caught his sword with a sword of her own and went for it with the other.
Donny knew, what was coming, lowered his head and brought up his other hand. He could not stop her, he knew that, she was simply stronger, but he could make her miss.
He made her miss his head, but her second blade hit his armour piercer. His one handed grip did not hold.
It fell onto the cobble, but not before clinking off his helmet.
Elin used the momentum for a twirl, stopping with one blade on the young man's throat. Her deranged smile creeped him out, but he did take off his helmet, shook out his long braid and lowered his head.
The fight had concluded with a win for the side of the examined, the cheers were deafening, even in here, who we were cheering quite a bit, too.
Ceili was a bit wobbly on the feet a few moments later, but she was fine, Donny checked up on her before the students and the examiners were honouring each other, putting away sword. The little girl smiled, although a bit shaky. She would feel a hard headache for quite a while.
Elin checked up on her, too, concern in her eyes.
Then, the two parties stood opposite to each other, swords unwrapped and sheathed. They bowed to each other, thanked each other for the enjoyable fight, then Donny requested the sword hands of both Elin and Branwen, both holding out their left to him.
He kissed their palms, a sign of the respect he held for them.
Branwen took the honour with a calm nod, while Elin smiled a teasing smile and asked something, which made the boy sputter and blush heavily. Even Branwen couldn't keep a small, bemused smile off her face as the four parted, Ceili and Donny returning to Inneoin House, while the sisters went back to their father.
He had watched with neutral eyes, but was smiling slightly, kissed both of his daughters on the cheek and congratulated them.
The first part of the examination was over.

Eithne Banphrionsa of the Tribe of Monaghan.
Cosán House.
"Quite well, thank you.", Lugh replied with a nod, "School's a bore, but that's no surprise. The rest of the trip to Lillorainen in Summer was awesome!"
Leonard and Enya nodded at that, although the little girl had a rather special, little adventure, which almost caused her mother a heart attack.
"Lugh has a girlfriend.", Leonard said and the other young man blushed.
"Well, yeah, but it's not... we..." Lugh smiled like only a man in love could smile. "Her name is Fiona. She's actually a friend of Cel's."

Cosán House.
Indeed, the rest of trip to Lillorainen had quite been fun, even if Enya's little adventure on and around Raderup Square had caused a round of slight panic, not only with her mother - after all, the Big Family stuck together.
Leonard mentioned, that Lugh had a girlfriend, which made Lugh blush and smile.
Fiona ... a name about as frequent in the Free Lands as names like Lena or Merle were in Lillorainen, to an extent, that calling the name out on a playground, half the sandbox would turn around - thus, Chris was not really sure if he knew who was meant.
He nodded.
"Not bad!" - he said. "My congratulations!"

Inneoin House.
A blue-haired, red-eyed lad, who looked awfully familiar to the Lillos for some reason, noticed the three young ladies and motioned for them to join them at the window, translating Tyran Cróimiam's introductory speech for another lady he accompanied, and, by proxy, also for them.
After the first cheers had died down, he announced the presence of Llwyd Blaidd, of Tralee Descent, a Spiorad with a Kyrenaian Type 3C Sabre, which reminded the Lillos of a Shikonjimanese Katana a tiny bit. He would oversee the examination, and as he snapped his fingers, Elin and Branwen Blaidd stepped onto the field. A moment later, Ceili and Donny showed up as well - their opponents.
A Priestess and four Servants of Carman Fea would ask the Goddess of War and Science - Tyr's Selkie-counterpart - to make sure, that the swords were not weapons to wound anyone this time. This was an examination, after all.
And what an examination it was! Gesine, Janina, and Fenja were so excited by the fights, Donny versus Elin and Ceili versus Branwen, that they almost forgot taking sips from the tea they had gotten themselves. While Elin and Ceili almost instantly jumped into the fight, Branwen and Donny preferred it controlled - until Elin had Ceili's foot in her stomach.
Although Ceili and Donny were notably younger than their opponents, they were good. The small attempt to swap in order to face their 'right' opponents was commented by Fenja with a grin, "Lurrens, esu jeiht dat uch!" - along the lines of, Look, this is how one can do it, too!
Elin's kick back, as well as the pommel of her sword hitting her head, made Ceili go knock-out. Helmet or not - that hit her hard.
"Aua ..." - Janina said, feeling the pain herself, "Die hätt Fierovend." - Ouch, that's the end for her.
A couple of moments later, Branwen faced a similar fate, Donny's sword at her throat telling her, that the party was over for her as well.
Elin and Donny were left.
Gesine got herself out of her tension for a moment, saying, with a grin, "Die maache dat ja extra spannend hück, oder wie sinn ich dat?" - They're making it extra-exciting today, eh? - only to fall into tension again, making sure not to miss a single second of the last round of the first part.
Agreeing hums followed.
It was hard to decide, if Elin had Donny, or if Donny had Elin, for both somehow had each other. Donny liberated his blade with a kick - but Elin was quicker, catching his sword with one and going for it with the other.
The next few moments made the Lillo-audience forget to breathe ... one could see, that they weren't exactly watching beginners, no matter the obvious age gap between them. The young women from Lillorainen agreed, that all three of them would already have left the field as mincemeat.
Elin turned out to be victorious, but they quite would have seen a realistic chance for Donny, too.
But that was what they could think about later - and talk, for communication was rather impossible now. The cheering was deafening, and of course, Gesine, Janina, and Fenja joined in.
Gods in Asgard and Vanaheim, this was a damn lotta' fun!

[AHSCA]

Felicia Ab of the Tribe of Fermanagh.
One of the side-streets of Launceston.
"Indeed.", I said with a grin as we joined the blonde woman, "Toka, this is our Captain, Isla Stiúrthóir of the Tribe of Fingal." I introduced. "Though, what's up with the armour and hairstyle?"
Isla smiled slightly. "Oh, a blast from my past... and I lost a bet with Tea.", she said, Tea grinned and nodded, then our leader turned to Toka, bowed her head, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Toka. Please, just call me Isla."
I did not know, that Isla had worn twin-drills as a young woman... or that she looked this cute in them...

"Ah a good pleasure to meet you, Isla. In that case, feel free to just call me Toka. And well if I may be so forward, I find the style on Tea, rather cute and charming. Admittedly I'm pretty new to understanding everything in my short time here, but already feel like I'm learning a lot. I mean I've already met a few new people here. Tea, Felicia, Isla."

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

Room 220, Báirse Inn.
Naelle Villeggiante.
I grabbed his hand and gave it a tight squeeze, grinned.
"Si, si, come in!", I told him, "Make yourself at home!" I pointed to one bed, occupied. "This is Siora Ximena's bed. She is a Paisanchera!" I grinned. "Pick one of the other two, please!"
I let a beat pass.
"And among us, I call dibs on Siora Ximena!", I added.

Karl did a double take, and his eyes shot wide open.
"Wait-" he started, as he processed Naelle's words.
The fact that there was a female, sharing the bed of a male, and in a room shared with several others, sent his mind sprinting down an extremely unpleasant direction.
At last, he decided not to make a scene, and shook his head. "Nevermind."
He slung his rucksack over his back, and was about to set it down...when the aforementioned sack tore wide open.
Several things immediately dropped out: a grey uniform, identical to the one he was wearing now, several canned foods, a few socks, a towel, and, finally, a slightly faded image of several young men, all in the grey ceremonial uniforms of the Naval Infantry, apparently goofing around right as the picture was taken.


Karl sighed and tossed the ruined bag onto the bed, and knelt down, proceeding to pick up his scattered items.
As he picked up the scattered cans, he briefly turned to Naelle. "What, or who, is a Paisanchera?"

[New Antonalia]

Simeon Olagayev
Sípéir Square of Launceston, Free Lands of the Selkie.

Simeon sat on a bench near the music stand, listening to the local music mixing with the sounds of the festival. Beside him, his cello rested in its case, tuned and readied for the cold September air along with a stand with almost an hour's worth of suites and fugues for Cello. It was almost a ritual for him to play whenever he traveled, bringing people together through the language of music. It was a habit he picked up when he was still 2nd Cello for the Sokovian National Orchestra, touring all over the Union and Pac states. Simeon smiled, remembering all the times he'd been arrested for playing. Each time, "Disturbing the peace" would always be the excuse the police would use to crack down on free expression. However, that was decades ago in a land and time he would not see again in his lifetime, now, it was time to share his music with his hosts, and add play his own part in the festival.

The sound of the cello rang out as Simeon began, choosing Bach's Suite no. 1 in G major to begin his performance. The sound flowed and ebbed like the Oder as he played. Each note sang out with passion and emotion, and each stanza danced with life as the cello gave life to the dead notes on the sheet music. Each piece was performed with the same passion and care he took when guiding his orchestra back home in Viznily. Occasionally he'd glance up, smiling at the gathering crowd as he played, making his introduction to each person through Bach, Beethoven, and Chopin.

[Kuronami]

Aífe Draoi of the Tribe of Wexford.
Tank Exhibit.
I smiled at the story and the flurry of questions.
"I started as a little kid to play with machines. My Dad's a mechanic, repairs agricultural machines in the Trossach, that's where I'm from." I smiled slightly. "Other girls played with dolls, I played with engines. I took the entrance exams for the Binn Boarding School Complex, because I heard of their Sensha-Do Team and saw them in demonstration match and found their uniforms cute." I shrugged, still smiling - they were. "I joined when I entered Middle School, at the earliest age, and quickly ascended the rank - according to my mentor, I have talent. I do it, because, well, it's fun. And you get to meet a lot of really nice people."
I smiled at Lotte.
"Like you, for example.", I added with a small tease.

"Hehe thank you! You're pretty nice too! I know I must stick out like a sore thumb as tourists go! Just this is my first time abroad, ever." Kind of, she had traveled with Her Majesty but seldom had she ever have a time to herself to explore a city on her own time. "I've traveled around Kuronami a bit, think I've seen every one of our Domains but this is my first real trip overseas. I figured this would be a great place, with a great festival going on. Plus I like the cold! I mean it's getting to be late spring now back home, pleasant and beautiful but before long the summer will come in. Sensha-Do, I think I heard of that, it's like a tank sport isn't it?"

[The Chuck]

Captain Alexander Theodore
The Mórrón Inn

Engrossed in the paper, Captain Theodore continued to read through the news until he heard the waitresses voice,

"Excuse me, Sir... ....would you mind, if I were to sit with you?"

Looking up with a jovial smile, Captain Theodore spoke with a twinkle in his eyes and a soft chuckle,

"Why certainly little lady! though why would a lass like you want to keep company an old sea salt like myself?"

As he spoke, Captain Theodore got up and pulled out the chair opposing him like a true gentleman and gestured for Morgane to take a seat.

Sandra Mayfield
RV Caorthann

"That is indeed very good to hear - and yes, the arctic can be a place both terrifying and beautiful.", I told her as we were on our way, "And it's not only a danger, but also a danger... I presume, that I-woah!"

Gavin almost tripped over two white furballs that dashed in front of us before laughing and continuing,

"Stoth and Scátálaí. Our Luchaires - Mousers. They're ice foxes, from the Arctic, who were taken in by one of my colleagues aboard."

Squealing with delight, Sandra bent down and attempted to pet one of the foxes, she wasn't sure if it was Stoth or Scátálaí, as it bolted by. Missing she smiled as she stood back up.

"One of the books I was reading was about the wildlife in the Arctic and I was hoping to see some ice foxes if I ever got into the polar regions though this is a wonderful surprise! I've loved canidaes since I was a little girl back home in Grand Basin. In the underground sections there were domesticated dogs that would travel in packs but they were always friendly and they would love you and stay close if you fed them... My mother hated it when I would give them scraps since they'd clutter up our front door waiting for me every morning..."

[The Selkie]

Jolene Gudfrey
Inneoin House

Áed led Jolene upstairs to a nice warm and cozy room, filled with more people in attendance. When they reached the large windows, Jolene had the perfect view to where the action was to take place down below. The mentioned action was the examination of two female sword fighters - apparantly as part of their quest to become masters in their art. Their opponents were none other than Donny and Ceili. Jolene found it odd that would-be Masters would test against children who was clearly their junior in age, strength, wisdom and experience. Not a fair trail Jolene felt, but she managed to hide her opinion on this matter to the outside world. Jolene was quite surprised to see that the foursome below would actually be fighting with their real weapons, even though it was wrapped in cloth this time. She was a fan of the sport of Fencing - but there the swords could not pose any life threatning situations. This was the real deal.. so barbaric but insanely exciting! The fight commenced and it was no 'steamrolling' moment as Jolene first predicted - the kids held their own in a spectacular fashion and the exciting dual dragged on for quite some time - but not one second of it being boring or repetitive. The fight eventually concluded with the kids being defeated and Jolene applauded politely, impressed with the skills of the masters to be - but even more so at the heart of the kids. Even though they had lost, they had no reason what so ever to be ashamed.

Jolene, almost out of breath from the excitement turned to Áed and spoke with a warm smile, "That was bloody amazing! I think I have discovered my new favourite sport! Is the girls now masters after that marvelous fight Áed?"

---

Emily Hunter
Caora Inn

Emily's heart skipped a beat and her face turned ice cold as Antonio comfirmed her suspicion and admitted beyond a doubt that he knew exactly who she was - including her shady business history. She did not yet know whether this was actuall good news - or terrifyingly bad. Only time would tell... Furthermore to add to the tense atmosphere in the room, Emily's eye caught the pale blonde's movement, clearly blocking the door. Emily cursed herself for not packing any protection- she sure felt she could need it now.

Emily swallowed slowly and steadily regained her composure and confidence. She had dealt with many dangerous and shady characters in the past - and here she is still alive.. for now. She forced a confident smile before replying, "Oh Siore, I am indeed THAT Emily Hunter.. But is it rude for a girl to hope that her reputation does not precede her everywhere she travels? And like I say, I am truly not fond of labels, although my.. shadier career was a success - it is not to say I do not enjoy a little more.. legal trade every now and then.."

She gulped softly on the mention of Johnny Azula. The fact that Antonio knew of their aquintance made him much more connected and dangerous than she could have imagined. Especially considering the fact that Azula was by far the most vile and powerfully dangerous man in Port Ember. She indeed have had previous dealings with The Shark, but the situation have changed recently, and she considered him her enemy. He indeed played a very large part in nearly bankrupting her, which in turn forced her to travel to this cold land to engage in shady dealings once more. She maintained her forced smile as she spoke again after a brief pause, "Well the last time I had met with Siore Azula, he was doing fine in his own demented evil way. You see Siore, Azula and myself had a slight professional dissagreement, and I no longer concern myself with his well being."

---

Dagon Farlong
Mórrón Inn; Room 403

Dagon kept a fixed stare on the coated man as he took a seat on the opposite sofa, and let out a unsattisfied mumble when he rejected the offer of ale. Dagon also maintained a close eye on his pile of clothes nearby on the floor, as his trusty hunting dagger was hidden below. One could never be prepares enough.. Dagon's eyes transferred to the young lass who entered the room and stood by the door, wearing some sort of traditional robes. She was clearly a youngster - but Dagon liked the female species no matter their age. Dagon suddenly spoke, adressing the newcomer standing by the door - Dagon himself still being stark naked, his entire hardened being on display to the room. "Lassie yer more than welcome to join in on the revelries once this meeting had concluded.. These two lassies can attest to the splendor and enjoyment of this.. festival."

Dagon opened the package which the coated man handed him and inspected the contents. Once he was satisfied that it was indeed the 'real deal', he replied with a smirk, "Aye tis' ere be the reason why my arse is in this frozen hell. I do however hope that this is only the sample? I was contracted to take home a slightly... heavier cargo."

Cosán House.
Indeed, the rest of trip to Lillorainen had quite been fun, even if Enya's little adventure on and around Raderup Square had caused a round of slight panic, not only with her mother - after all, the Big Family stuck together.
Leonard mentioned, that Lugh had a girlfriend, which made Lugh blush and smile.
Fiona ... a name about as frequent in the Free Lands as names like Lena or Merle were in Lillorainen, to an extent, that calling the name out on a playground, half the sandbox would turn around - thus, Chris was not really sure if he knew who was meant.
He nodded.
"Not bad!" - he said. "My congratulations!"

Inneoin House.
A blue-haired, red-eyed lad, who looked awfully familiar to the Lillos for some reason, noticed the three young ladies and motioned for them to join them at the window, translating Tyran Cróimiam's introductory speech for another lady he accompanied, and, by proxy, also for them.
After the first cheers had died down, he announced the presence of Llwyd Blaidd, of Tralee Descent, a Spiorad with a Kyrenaian Type 3C Sabre, which reminded the Lillos of a Shikonjimanese Katana a tiny bit. He would oversee the examination, and as he snapped his fingers, Elin and Branwen Blaidd stepped onto the field. A moment later, Ceili and Donny showed up as well - their opponents.
A Priestess and four Servants of Carman Fea would ask the Goddess of War and Science - Tyr's Selkie-counterpart - to make sure, that the swords were not weapons to wound anyone this time. This was an examination, after all.
And what an examination it was! Gesine, Janina, and Fenja were so excited by the fights, Donny versus Elin and Ceili versus Branwen, that they almost forgot taking sips from the tea they had gotten themselves. While Elin and Ceili almost instantly jumped into the fight, Branwen and Donny preferred it controlled - until Elin had Ceili's foot in her stomach.
Although Ceili and Donny were notably younger than their opponents, they were good. The small attempt to swap in order to face their 'right' opponents was commented by Fenja with a grin, "Lurrens, esu jeiht dat uch!" - along the lines of, Look, this is how one can do it, too!
Elin's kick back, as well as the pommel of her sword hitting her head, made Ceili go knock-out. Helmet or not - that hit her hard.
"Aua ..." - Janina said, feeling the pain herself, "Die hätt Fierovend." - Ouch, that's the end for her.
A couple of moments later, Branwen faced a similar fate, Donny's sword at her throat telling her, that the party was over for her as well.
Elin and Donny were left.
Gesine got herself out of her tension for a moment, saying, with a grin, "Die maache dat ja extra spannend hück, oder wie sinn ich dat?" - They're making it extra-exciting today, eh? - only to fall into tension again, making sure not to miss a single second of the last round of the first part.
Agreeing hums followed.
It was hard to decide, if Elin had Donny, or if Donny had Elin, for both somehow had each other. Donny liberated his blade with a kick - but Elin was quicker, catching his sword with one and going for it with the other.
The next few moments made the Lillo-audience forget to breathe ... one could see, that they weren't exactly watching beginners, no matter the obvious age gap between them. The young women from Lillorainen agreed, that all three of them would already have left the field as mincemeat.
Elin turned out to be victorious, but they quite would have seen a realistic chance for Donny, too.
But that was what they could think about later - and talk, for communication was rather impossible now. The cheering was deafening, and of course, Gesine, Janina, and Fenja joined in.
Gods in Asgard and Vanaheim, this was a damn lotta' fun!

Áed Gadhair of the Tribe of Fermanagh.
Inneoin House.
I grinned at Jolene.
"Glad, that you liked it!", I said, really glad, that she liked it - it was not only culturally, that I liked the fights of the Marcach, but I really did like them. I had even competed in the Junior Leagues as a young lad, but I had, at some point, lost track of it. A foreign acquaintance of mine once likened it to the youth segment of the local football club: Every boy wanted to become a football star, but once sport and the rest of life clashed, things got difficult. "And no, Elin and Branwen aren't Masters yet. They were called upon to show the abilities of the prospective Master as a teacher and Llwyd's students certainly delivered!" I grinned. "Should they, one day, want to become masters themselves, the Guild will surely remember this fight, though."
I spoke loud enough for the three Lillos to hear and understand me as well, including them into the conversation. Of course, the majority of the people present were either Selkie or knowledgeable, so they didn't need the explanation.
Ceili and Donny left the field under cheers, grinning, as well as a few cat calls at Donny holding Ceili up. They did look cute together.
"We can go downstairs later and tell them our congratulations ourselves, but for now...", I smiled as the crowd received a small respite, "...we will have to cheer for Mister Blaidd, the one to be examined today!"

Eithne Banphrionsa of the Tribe of Monaghan.
Cosán House.
Lugh grinned.
"Thanks, mate.", he said and smiled slightly, "If we were in Cuan, I might be able to introduce her to you, but with us being here... we'll have to wait for the fashion show!"
I knew, that his Fiona was here today. I had met her, she was a sweet girl, but...
"Speaking of fashion show, lads...", I began and handed Enya to Leonard (who took her with an "Hey, there, little whirlwind!") and grinned at all four, "...I'll check up on everyone, see who needs help and who is ready. Maybe I can even get a certain someone to show up?"
I smiled at Chris at the last thing and left the lads to their own devices.
"See you!", I threw at them over my shoulder. Enya waved after me.

Aurora Alce.
Caora Inn.
We saw everything.
How her heart skipped a beat, how she noticed the pale woman's move, how she forced her confident smile... yet, the news of her, as she put it, "slight professional dissagreement" did surprise us, which Siore Sigarro even showed to her quite openly.
It was interesting to note, that our cooperation with the network of Azula did not go that deep, that we were not informed about the disagreement - and the possible fallout.
"I am sorry to hear, that you and Siore Azula had a falling out.", Siore Siggaro said, "We made the experience, that he... as they say around these parts, fell down the horse a few times as a child." We all knew, that Hunter might be able to use this to her advantage, but we also knew, that, if she did, she would most likely not be able to live long enough to profit much from it. "That aside, I believe, that every disaster harbours the chance for a new beginning." He let a beat pass. "Please, Siora Hunter, I am not threatening you. Be at ease. And who knows, maybe we can aid you in that new beginning a little bit?"

In Room 403, the man and his youthful follower noticed the glance to the pile of clothing, it made the man smile slightly. The offer, however, made the girl look at Farlong with undisguised disgust, something, which also blanketed the two women.
Both pulled their heads in slightly. They were clearly intimidated, not only by the girl, but also by the situation. It was clear to them, that they were witnessing something illegal going down - and they knew, that one wrong twitch would mean their end.
The man then spoke. "You have not seen a 'frozen hell', as you phrased it, until you've spent a winter in Conall Curach.", he said, "But I suppose it is a bit cold for a man from a tropical place. Back to the topic." He folded his hands over his stomach. "Indeed, this is but a sample. As we speak, your ship is loaded with wares for the return voyage. The usual stuff the Free Lands export, whiskey, firearms and... adult movies." He let a beat pass, believing, that Farlong knew very well, what adult movies meant in this case. "Beneath a pile of the latter in one of the containers, you'll find the arranged delivery. I believe, you were given precise instructions as to what to do with it?"

"Don't worry, I'm sure I will achieve that goal, replie Christina with a wink. While we wait for the kid, could you please give me your name Mister? asks the pink-haired woman. I would like to know it so I can credit you when I'll be presenting my new collection with these jewels."

The young man smiled, leaned forward: "I am not anyone's Mister, Milady, but you may call me Finnegan.", he explained, "I do, however, refuse to take credit for the jewelry, as it was Belimaw and Moricil, who brought us together. They deserve the praise and who am I to claim the praises, which belong to the Gods?"
The lad seemed to take a bit.

Clearly they didn't knew that much about Lise's identity, well excepting the receptionist since it was needed to know that. Rona still seemed to be looking at Lise with big eyes. Can't blame her, few know said truth... That reminds Lise to tell that to Cel and Chris about that, they know about her identity as a noble, but not as a Royal. It was an mystery how they didn't knew about it through the news, but still, she has to tell the truth. She has to.

Then they bowed at the receptionist as he spoke, making Lise grin and smile.

"It will be an pleasure sir."

Lise smiled at him as they waited for someone to go and get their keys and take their package to their room. Meanwhile Lucas smiled at Rona and let an small laugh about her surprise.

"I guess this was the first time you see a Princess right??"

Acutely aware, that she was staring, Rona blushed and stopped, turning to Lucas.
"Actually, no, Mister Walker, Sir.", she said and blushed even further, "We are currently the home to Princess Rena of Wisenthen and Princess Nela of Zieselhaven and Elms..."
"To my knowledge, the two Princesses are currently at the Gíománra Square, where Princess Rena will be competing for the Adharc Cup.", the receptionist said as he returned, having two sets of keys in his hand, one for each of them. "Your room is Room 401, one of the best rooms of the House. Rona will show you the way."
The Mini-Maid nodded.
Two young men, a few years older then her and looking strong, came from one of the adjacent rooms, bowing their head slightly.
"These are the porters.", the receptionist said and handed over the keys, then turned his book around and held out a ballpen. "I need Your signature please, Your Majesty, here and here."

"Ah a good pleasure to meet you, Isla. In that case, feel free to just call me Toka. And well if I may be so forward, I find the style on Tea, rather cute and charming. Admittedly I'm pretty new to understanding everything in my short time here, but already feel like I'm learning a lot. I mean I've already met a few new people here. Tea, Felicia, Isla."

Felicia Ab of the Tribe of Fermanagh.
One of the side-streets of Launceston.
Tea and I beamed at that, Isla nodded.
"I hope, that I can further teach you, Toka, but also learn a few things along the way.", Isla said with a small smile, "As for Tea's style... she can look even cuter. Though I would not recommend you into armour on your first day here. At least not full Beast Armour."
I nodded. "Speaking of which, we all need to get changed.", I said and smiled slightly at Toka, "If you want, we might have something appropriate for you, too. Don't worry, it'll only be the four of us in that tent!"

Karl did a double take, and his eyes shot wide open.
"Wait-" he started, as he processed Naelle's words.
The fact that there was a female, sharing the bed of a male, and in a room shared with several others, sent his mind sprinting down an extremely unpleasant direction.
At last, he decided not to make a scene, and shook his head. "Nevermind."
He slung his rucksack over his back, and was about to set it down...when the aforementioned sack tore wide open.
Several things immediately dropped out: a grey uniform, identical to the one he was wearing now, several canned foods, a few socks, a towel, and, finally, a slightly faded image of several young men, all in the grey ceremonial uniforms of the Naval Infantry, apparently goofing around right as the picture was taken.


Karl sighed and tossed the ruined bag onto the bed, and knelt down, proceeding to pick up his scattered items.
As he picked up the scattered cans, he briefly turned to Naelle. "What, or who, is a Paisanchera?"

Room 220, Báirse Inn.
Naelle Villeggiante.
When his backpack tore, I was stunned for only a moment, then helped him with picking his stuff up, careful not to damage anything. Or to put creases into the... I was tempted to say 'uniforms', but I was not sure. I was raised rather unmilitaristically, so I would much rather bet police or something like that.
At his question, I smiled and took in air, only to be preempted by a woman standing by the entrance: "A Paisanchera is a woman from a nation called Paísancho, hombre.", a pert, female voice said, sounding quite humoured.
And there, at the entrance, she stood: Mid-Twenties, orange hair done in an impressive, open braid, her green eyes sparkling with amusement. She had an impressive bust, slender hips, yet still exuded an aura of strength, both physical and psychological. Her smile was infectous, at least to me. She wore a heavy winter jacket, obviously from warmer parts (as was I), as well as chaps, the iconic rider attire from her homeland, pants of leather held up by a belt, which had no crotch or seat, protecting the wearer while riding, above a pair of jeans. She also wore the iconic felt hat of homeland, equally associated with the Vaqueros, which she took off as she entered the room.
I knew, that I had no chance with her, no matter how many dibs I called, but I was in puberty, so if I had to fall hard on my face, why not while pursuing such a stunner?
"Need some help, hombres?", she asked as she entered.

Simeon Olagayev
Sípéir Square of Launceston, Free Lands of the Selkie.

Simeon sat on a bench near the music stand, listening to the local music mixing with the sounds of the festival. Beside him, his cello rested in its case, tuned and readied for the cold September air along with a stand with almost an hour's worth of suites and fugues for Cello. It was almost a ritual for him to play whenever he traveled, bringing people together through the language of music. It was a habit he picked up when he was still 2nd Cello for the Sokovian National Orchestra, touring all over the Union and Pac states. Simeon smiled, remembering all the times he'd been arrested for playing. Each time, "Disturbing the peace" would always be the excuse the police would use to crack down on free expression. However, that was decades ago in a land and time he would not see again in his lifetime, now, it was time to share his music with his hosts, and add play his own part in the festival.

The sound of the cello rang out as Simeon began, choosing Bach's Suite no. 1 in G major to begin his performance. The sound flowed and ebbed like the Oder as he played. Each note sang out with passion and emotion, and each stanza danced with life as the cello gave life to the dead notes on the sheet music. Each piece was performed with the same passion and care he took when guiding his orchestra back home in Viznily. Occasionally he'd glance up, smiling at the gathering crowd as he played, making his introduction to each person through Bach, Beethoven, and Chopin.

Caollaidhe Starrfhiacail of the Tribe of Sligo.
Sípéir Square.
If one were to describe what the mood in the Sípéir Square was, one would have to say, that it was busy. With the opening ceremony over and the space cleared, it was only an hour until the Market opened - the Market, where the sheep would be sold, the wool tested, blacksmiths and jewelers show their wares and much more. In the afternoon, there would even be an air show!
I was a woman with brown hair and brown eyes, dressed in what we Selkie called Foreign Dress, heavy winter jacket and pants, heavy boots, that wouldn't look out of place in the uniform store of the next SDF-Garrison, baseball cap. I was also flat. And I was far worse then the Army, as I worked for the Ionchoisne, the Selkie-Inquisition, the domestic intelligence and security service of the Free Lands.
My mission today was to escort Commander Vilja Johtaja, the current head of the Jalid Rangers, a blue haired and blue eyed statuesque stunner of a woman, who was far lighter dressed then me on account of her being from Jalid, which was actually on the far side of the polar circle, and Beyeha Kira Melko. The latter was but a little girl of nine Springs, dark-skinned, white hair, blue eyes, innocence personified, yet her shoulders were already burdened by her parents' untimely death, herself being a very silent, very gentle girl.
It was a mission, which was not much of a difficulty to take on, since Vilja was an old friend of mine and Kira was such a sweet girl.
So, it was no surprise that she was drawn to the sounds of the instrument in the hands of the foreigner, who played. Not many people stopped to listen, the majority rushing to and fro for setting up the market within the hour. It was always surprising how my kinsfolk managed to set such things up with the speed of a horse with an extra-hot chilli shoved up his rear hole.
Still, between two pieces, which sounded very nice - I had no idea about what music he played, but it sounded good - Kira tugged on Vilja's sleeve. The other woman smiled and nodded, then looked at Simeon (although we didn't yet know his name).
"Excuse me, Sir?", she began politely, "Once your performance is finished, would you be willing to share a cuppa tea with us? After your performance, of course."
Kira was a curious little girl, too.

Aífe Draoi of the Tribe of Wexford.
Tank Exhibit.
I smiled at the story and the flurry of questions.
"I started as a little kid to play with machines. My Dad's a mechanic, repairs agricultural machines in the Trossach, that's where I'm from." I smiled slightly. "Other girls played with dolls, I played with engines. I took the entrance exams for the Binn Boarding School Complex, because I heard of their Sensha-Do Team and saw them in demonstration match and found their uniforms cute." I shrugged, still smiling - they were. "I joined when I entered Middle School, at the earliest age, and quickly ascended the rank - according to my mentor, I have talent. I do it, because, well, it's fun. And you get to meet a lot of really nice people."
I smiled at Lotte.
"Like you, for example.", I added with a small tease.

"Hehe thank you! You're pretty nice too! I know I must stick out like a sore thumb as tourists go! Just this is my first time abroad, ever." Kind of, she had traveled with Her Majesty but seldom had she ever have a time to herself to explore a city on her own time. "I've traveled around Kuronami a bit, think I've seen every one of our Domains but this is my first real trip overseas. I figured this would be a great place, with a great festival going on. Plus I like the cold! I mean it's getting to be late spring now back home, pleasant and beautiful but before long the summer will come in. Sensha-Do, I think I heard of that, it's like a tank sport isn't it?"

Aífe Draoi of the Tribe of Wexford.
Tank Exhibit.
I stopped and looked at her, then to my right, where the Squartatore Assault Tank was still standing the one in charge of the exhibit explaining something to a guest, then to my left, where one of our own Cosaint MBTs stood. Mushusshu-Aon, with its five woman crew currently on the display.
Then I turned back to Lotte.
"It is.", I confirmed, "And we are right at the tank exhibit before the demonstration match." I pointed to the gigantic former war machine, explaining: "That's a Cosaint-MBT. My school has two of them on the active roster, that's one of them. Its callsign is Mushusshu-Aon. As the Cosaint is actually the Muharib Infantry Tank from Kyrenaia, we decided to name the squadron they are part of after a Kyrenaian animal, the Sand Wyvern. A vicious beast!"
I let a beat pass.
"Wanna meet his Commander?", I asked her.

Captain Alexander Theodore
The Mórrón Inn

Engrossed in the paper, Captain Theodore continued to read through the news until he heard the waitresses voice,

"Excuse me, Sir... ....would you mind, if I were to sit with you?"

Looking up with a jovial smile, Captain Theodore spoke with a twinkle in his eyes and a soft chuckle,

"Why certainly little lady! though why would a lass like you want to keep company an old sea salt like myself?"

As he spoke, Captain Theodore got up and pulled out the chair opposing him like a true gentleman and gestured for Morgane to take a seat.

Sandra Mayfield
RV Caorthann

"That is indeed very good to hear - and yes, the arctic can be a place both terrifying and beautiful.", I told her as we were on our way, "And it's not only a danger, but also a danger... I presume, that I-woah!"

Gavin almost tripped over two white furballs that dashed in front of us before laughing and continuing,

"Stoth and Scátálaí. Our Luchaires - Mousers. They're ice foxes, from the Arctic, who were taken in by one of my colleagues aboard."

Squealing with delight, Sandra bent down and attempted to pet one of the foxes, she wasn't sure if it was Stoth or Scátálaí, as it bolted by. Missing she smiled as she stood back up.

"One of the books I was reading was about the wildlife in the Arctic and I was hoping to see some ice foxes if I ever got into the polar regions though this is a wonderful surprise! I've loved canidaes since I was a little girl back home in Grand Basin. In the underground sections there were domesticated dogs that would travel in packs but they were always friendly and they would love you and stay close if you fed them... My mother hated it when I would give them scraps since they'd clutter up our front door waiting for me every morning..."

Morgane Freastalaí of the Tribe of Galway.
The Mórrón Inn.
While I was not a little lady, certainly not little and I sometimes wasn't sure about the lady, I smiled at his reaction, bowed my head lightly at him pulling out the chair.
I knew the gesture.
At his question, once I was seated, I was silent for a moment. "To be honest, you looked lonely.", I said and smiled a bit sheepish, "That, and a meal is always more fun with people at the same table."

Gavin Taighdeoir of the Tribe of Tralee.
RV Caorthann.
Stoth and Scátálaí were away faster then one could blink, I smiled.
"Don't worry, you'll be able to meet them most likely sooner rather then later. Alaina will most likely have them with us at the party.", I said and motioned her to follow me. "I can understand your Mother, though, although I doubt, that both Little Gavin and Little Sandra would have understood her..."
I threw her a wink, including me into my jab at our younger selves.
Let's face it: We had all been children, not too long ago.

[Kuronami]

Aífe Draoi of the Tribe of Wexford.
Tank Exhibit.
I stopped and looked at her, then to my right, where the Squartatore Assault Tank was still standing the one in charge of the exhibit explaining something to a guest, then to my left, where one of our own Cosaint MBTs stood. Mushusshu-Aon, with its five woman crew currently on the display.
Then I turned back to Lotte.
"It is.", I confirmed, "And we are right at the tank exhibit before the demonstration match." I pointed to the gigantic former war machine, explaining: "That's a Cosaint-MBT. My school has two of them on the active roster, that's one of them. Its callsign is Mushusshu-Aon. As the Cosaint is actually the Muharib Infantry Tank from Kyrenaia, we decided to name the squadron they are part of after a Kyrenaian animal, the Sand Wyvern. A vicious beast!"
I let a beat pass.
"Wanna meet his Commander?", I asked her.

She nodded listening to everything she was told. Some a bit over her head but honestly it was all very interesting so she could still follow along enough. Wow that's really something!" She regarded the machine pointed to her "Must be a lot of work to keep it running, I can only imagine." Then an offer to meet the commander, that was exciting "Oh really? W-well sure I'd like to meet the Commander!"

[The Scarlet Eagle]

The young man smiled, leaned forward: "I am not anyone's Mister, Milady, but you may call me Finnegan.", he explained, "I do, however, refuse to take credit for the jewelry, as it was Belimaw and Moricil, who brought us together. They deserve the praise and who am I to claim the praises, which belong to the Gods?"
The lad seemed to take a bit.

"Well, thank you Mr Finnegan, replies Christina with a smile. Belimaw and Moricil, if I remember the small bits of information I read, those are two Gods of the Paganism of the Spiorad Ainmhithe? But you're a human, so why do you worship them, if you don't mind me asking?"

[AHSCA]

Felicia Ab of the Tribe of Fermanagh.
One of the side-streets of Launceston.
Tea and I beamed at that, Isla nodded.
"I hope, that I can further teach you, Toka, but also learn a few things along the way.", Isla said with a small smile, "As for Tea's style... she can look even cuter. Though I would not recommend you into armour on your first day here. At least not full Beast Armour."
I nodded. "Speaking of which, we all need to get changed.", I said and smiled slightly at Toka, "If you want, we might have something appropriate for you, too. Don't worry, it'll only be the four of us in that tent!"

"As a matter of fact, that'd be wonderful! I'd love to try out something new! My only regret is I don't have anything but the kimono on me to let you try in exchange but consider it a future favor should you find yourselves in the UIS. So yes, I'd love to. Please, lead the way!"