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by Kuronami » Tue Feb 06, 2018 11:26 am
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by Pawon » Mon Feb 12, 2018 3:46 am
Greater vakolicci haven wrote:"We do in fact," Maria smiled, relaxing in the back of the carriage. Frederick had a lot of suiters...Maria was just hoping he remembered which one had actually met him before, and which ones were just trying to be queens. The groups weren't mutually exclusive, but Maria didn't think Frederick had to know that.
"Celeria is a very violent country. So we bring our guns pretty much everywhere...in fact we get taught from the age of 5 how to shoot. I enter the Olympics in shooting every year."
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by Camelone » Tue Feb 20, 2018 9:10 pm
Greater vakolicci haven wrote:Maria
The ride to the village was uneventful, but when she arrived she was left hoping against hope that the whole country wasn't like this. Sadly, she suspected that it very well may be; if she became Queen she suspected she'd either become known as a barbarian enemy or a great moderniser. Although it was quite likely that he would have won the civil war, the Schtenko propaganda people had been very very busy boys and girls following it; if you believed anything coing out of Celeria, Maria was the reason that he was on the throne. One thing was correct however; without Maria spotting the sniper nice and early, King Frederick's family would have been looking prematurely for a new heir.
Some of the locals didn't seem to like their arrival, she noted grimly; being over-friendly to them would probably be a good idea. At the very least it'd be rather dsarming; she might even make one or two of them change their views a little, though if she knew religious people she knew how hard this would be. Picking something they said seemingly at random, the word 'peasa' which seemed to mean 'foreign,' she decided to be a dumb foreigner for a bit. She liked being a dumb foreigner, she did it in international sporting competitions. When she did it and won gold, it pissed people off in a most humourous fashion; however she was very happy with it.
"Pizza?" she asked the man, smiling as she leaned out of the window to speak. "I'm sorry, I'm not a pizza chef myself. My grandmother makes pizza very well though, I'm sure I could get you a recipe off her if you'd like that. Just give me your contact info and I'll get it to you, OK?"
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by Pawon » Tue Feb 20, 2018 11:59 pm
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by Camelone » Thu Feb 22, 2018 9:51 pm
Pawon wrote:As Alala disembarked from the carriage she looked around the village square. After a few seconds of consideration she headed towards the building that most captured her interest. She had only a vague understanding of Christianity, so that she did not instantly recognize the building for what it was. As she headed towards the church, she turned to, her escort. "Tell me about this building... um I don't know what to call you." As she began to address the knights, she remembered that they were from a higher social status as the guards she was used too, and began to worry she had been disrespectful.
The Frozen Forest wrote:Freja felt the surprise wash over her as she realized that she hadn't even noticed the Monk in the corner of the room. No, that was wrong, she had noticed but had been so preoccupied with all the others in the tavern to have the time to get around to him. She accepted the drink knowing that it was improper to not do so as she studied the monk for a moment. The Monks true identity was seemingly apparent upon closer inspection, even if one overlooked the fact that most of those in the room were avoiding him the guards that surrounded the man made it unmistakable. Somehow she had overlooked the King, it was best not to make him wait any longer than was absolutely necessary she decided, carrying herself from the seat and over to the table where the supposed monk was seated.
"Thanks for the drink, i'm Freja, Freja Björk. I've not met many Camelonean monks in my travels..." She trailed off as she played along with the charade, with the getup of whom she assumed was the King. It was a correct move to allow the King to reveal himself first, she guessed. She didn't want to assume that the Monk was the King either as she couldn't see the face of the stranger, perhaps it really was only a Monk. In any case by allowing the Monk, King, whomever it was to have the power of deciding whether to reveal themselves could save her from an embarrassing mistake.
Halazy wrote:Much to her delight, the countryside of Camelone reminded Ameni of home, with its snowy, rolling fields, villages, and general openness. While her family was from the hilly south of Halazy, she had always loved the summer house on the relatively flatter eastern coast. If nothing else, she thought, she could be happy living in a land like this.
She reconsidered slightly when she heard the locals calling her and the others tiza. While Ameni didn't know the exact definition, it wasn't hard to work out the general meaning, and it was disheartening. Did they already know about the temple incident? No, they couldn't, right? How would they? A moment later, the phrase "tiza whore" reached her. Oh gods, they must know. Panto Zema, if you're up there, please make this a little easier.
Still, her guards seemed decent enough, if rather quiet. None had yet insulted her, anyway, which was a big plus. Exiting the car, she was immediately even more self-conscious; her own ilma wasn't terribly dissimilar from the local tunics, if more expensive, but many other people seemed to be dressed in a stranger, probably more formal style. Among these lighter haired, fairer skinned people dressed so, she felt she would stand out like a forest fire against the night sky. Once outside the car, she quietly asked a guard, "Is there anything I definitely should not do here?"
by Pawon » Fri Feb 23, 2018 12:10 am
by Halazy » Fri Feb 23, 2018 12:27 am
by Camelone » Fri Feb 23, 2018 10:27 am
Pawon wrote:If Alala was curious before, the curiosity rose in her, practically consuming her. So this building contained the body of the Camelonean god as well as the skull of Frederick 's ancestor. She subconsciously took a step towards the church, so much did she want to look inside.
The Pawoni princess however restrained herself and replied to her guards. "It is a pleasure to meet you two. So this church is a tomb and a temple? Tell me how do you appease your god? Can I go in?"
Halazy wrote:Very solid advice. Not far away loomed a truly impressive building, rather like the one Ameni had faux pased her way into earlier in the day. That one would have to wait; she wasn't ready to try that again just yet. Then again, Alala seemed interested in going there, and she was alright. Or no, hold on, there was a tavern. What a perfect place to meet people. Yes, definitely the tavern. As she made her way to it, she said to the guard, "Thank you, mister... what should I call you?"
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