Royal Symposium in Alegeharia [IC][FT/MT][OPEN]

by **Alegeharia** » Wed Jul 22, 2020 10:42 pm

The Story:

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You have received a letter from a far kingdom:

The Kingdom of Alegeharia
Il Tempo Reclama Tutto

Esteemed Guests,

I, Malik Velkari, the king of Alegeharia, am inviting you and your family,
and a few guards of your choice to come to the kingdoms royal capital Ichla’eon,
and join us for a ball to celebrate the anniversary of existence. I hope this letter
finds you in good health and do hope you attend the ball.

Malik Velkari,
King of Alegeharia
L'amore Resiste a Tutti

Royal Castle Post Office,
44 Watchers Way, Ichla'eon, Alegeharia

Alegeharia, an ancient kingdom that has been sleepy for some time. It was finally booming with talks and rumors of different people from different lands coming to visit and partake in a ball at the royal castle. There was a buzz in the air as people were getting things ready, shops stocking up on trinkets and souvenirs, things always in demand due to high tourism. Local parks were preparing with festivals and parties for the people. The construction of the new hotel for visiting royals and nobles was finally complete.

Malik:

Malik looked around at the finishing of the construction, it was a grand building and he hoped it would suit the needs of his guests. He was dressed in formal wear which was rare for the puppy, but he knew with nobles and dignitaries, it was probably best to be dressed well.
For once his crown was fixed on his head, he was wearing a single-breasted dark red suit, the fold on his right shoulder bearing the crest of Alegeharia with the Velkari coat of arms on his right shoulder. His buttons were golden and metal replacing the plastic ones usually found on a suit. Under the top was a darker duller red of a dress shirt with a beige tie, for his pants was a similar red in color completing his national colors look.
He had two swords affixed to hips, with a dagger on his back. He hated being all dressed up, least of all having to actually put the crown on and appear kingly, instead of just acting as one

Aither:

Aither sighed as he chewed on a bamboo chute. It was yet another royal event, and even though he was a prince, he was never fond of all the pomp and circumstance that came with such titles. He was busy with creating security plans and contingencies for the castle grounds. He also made sure to double security around the throne room in case of wondering guests.
He double checked the roster of growing guests, it seemed that one had requested Mediterranean food, how interesting, it was an easy task and the chefs were already working on it. He made sure their room would be set to their liking along with the other guests, before leaving to walk around the castle grounds.

27 November 2022

King Alastair Laertes Amadeus Ludwig Kehrer IV
Private Jet, Somewhere in the Multiverse...

The semblances of dreams that flitted behind his eyelids were as fractured as the thoughts that raced through his mind when he was awake. Strange figures and impractical situations confronted him, attempting to pose as scenes from reality, but they were too outlandish and disconnected to make any real sense.

Three more hours, and the jet would touch down in Alegeharia. He had until then to shake his hangover and make himself presentable. But it was currently nighttime beyond the windows of the airborne vessel, and he was exhausted, so this was to be his substitute for a full night's sleep--not that he'd had many of those in the past months. Besides, someone in his family was bound to wake him, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

For now, he was peacefully snoozing, his chest rising and falling steadily. His tousled hair was matted to one side, and he was drooling, mouth agape. He snored, softly, with his arms outstretched toward oblivion, where the remnants of his shattered persona aimlessly drifted.

Every day, he seemed to sink deeper into himself. He hardly spent time with his children anymore, and he didn't respond to the pleas of his mother, brother, and wife. Meetings and briefings progressed without him needing to say more than a few words. His universe was dissolving in waves of fluid, and the world seemed to be moving forward without him, leaving him as some sort of muddled bystander.

His younger brother, who was currently awake, forced himself to get out of bed and check on Alastair. Make sure he wasn't drinking. Relief flitted across his features at the sight of Alastair nestled beneath a blanket, utterly tranquil, not unconscious or in any pain.

"We land in a few hours," Wilhelm murmured, placing his hand on Alastair's shoulder. "I do hope you will be alright by then."

When Alastair said nothing, Wilhelm added, "You need to keep it together for the next few days. It is imperative you behave as a head of state, not...." What was going to make Alastair listen? "I worry about you, bro. I know this job is stressful, but you must hang in there. You can do it." The next sentence was more of an afterthought than anything else. "I miss him tremendously, too."

by **Polish Prussian Commonwealth** » Sun Jul 26, 2020 12:05 pm

"Clarence 1", 5th Airlift Wing, 2nd Squadron, Reichswehr
Berengar
"-wake the fuck up, nonce!"
I jolted awake to the sight of a pair of emerald-green eyes and a faceful of flaxen-colored hair, as well as a stinging cheek.
"Gah..." I grumbled as I sat up, shaking off the exhaustion. "What the fuck happened while I was out, Erika?"

Erika Byrnes, Thane of Fife, Baronetess of Colchester-by-Sea, responded by rubbing my face with a moist towelette. "Yer dreaming an' muttering. Something 'bout the war, if I heard right."
Bleh. A few months after my return, and I still fucking had those dreams...
"Well, thanks for waking me up, I guess." I replied. "We landing?"
"Soon. Still got a bit, but our escorts have already gone back to base."
She was referring to the F-15Es of the Air Force that had accompanied us through the flight. Obviously, flying combat aircraft into another country, especially when said country's abilities and dispositions were not known, was a terrible idea. All that we really had from them was a grand total of...one letter, in fact, asking us to visit.

"You nervous?" Erika asked, bringing me back to reality.
"Not really." I responded, staring out the window. "What's the worst that could happen?"

Clarence 1
The aging Learjet began to circle around Ichla'eon, and the pilot began an attempt to hail any form of air traffic control. If there was, in fact, any. Hopefully.
This wasn't the pilot's first time landing on an unprepared strip of land, and it sure wouldn't be his last, but he would rather not land on a random piece of meadow or on a highway.

by **Alegeharia** » Sun Jul 26, 2020 12:41 pm

Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:"Clarence 1", 5th Airlift Wing, 2nd Squadron, Reichswehr
Berengar
"-wake the fuck up, nonce!"
I jolted awake to the sight of a pair of emerald-green eyes and a faceful of flaxen-colored hair, as well as a stinging cheek.
"Gah..." I grumbled as I sat up, shaking off the exhaustion. "What the fuck happened while I was out, Erika?"

Erika Byrnes, Thane of Fife, Baronetess of Colchester-by-Sea, responded by rubbing my face with a moist towelette. "Yer dreaming an' muttering. Something 'bout the war, if I heard right."
Bleh. A few months after my return, and I still fucking had those dreams...
"Well, thanks for waking me up, I guess." I replied. "We landing?"
"Soon. Still got a bit, but our escorts have already gone back to base."
She was referring to the F-15Es of the Air Force that had accompanied us through the flight. Obviously, flying combat aircraft into another country, especially when said country's abilities and dispositions were not known, was a terrible idea. All that we really had from them was a grand total of...one letter, in fact, asking us to visit.

"You nervous?" Erika asked, bringing me back to reality.
"Not really." I responded, staring out the window. "What's the worst that could happen?"

Clarence 1
The aging Learjet began to circle around Ichla'eon, and the pilot began an attempt to hail any form of air traffic control. If there was, in fact, any. Hopefully.
This wasn't the pilot's first time landing on an unprepared strip of land, and it sure wouldn't be his last, but he would rather not land on a random piece of meadow or on a highway.

ATC Operator:
There was a crackle of static before a clear voice came into focus. “ATC To unknown jet transmit flight plan and state purpose.” He read the information and sent it to proper channels for verification. “Verification pending, standby; copy you are clear to land via Runway 2, please go over your flight plans landing section and adjust course for wind speed of 32, with down spin of 10.”

Malik:

Malik received word from the ATC that several planes were arriving, he made he made his way to the airport that was situated outside the walls of the royal capitol. His driver, since he was a pup after all, took him into Celestial Ridge, it was still in Ichla’eon but was a 10 minute drive away from the main hub, how large the kingdom has gotten since its medieval days, how old it made these young bones feel.

Once he arrived, he was glad to see the planes land on the tarmac. “Looks like a good landing form here, I hope they find themselves well. His ride was taken into the runway, it was large enough to sit a good group of guests, one would call it a limousine, but Malik always called it the extended courage. He waited for the planes to finish taxing and put a headseat on his ears to listen to the Air Traffic Control radio. Once he was cleared to meet the dignitaries, he had the car pulled closer to the plane called a learjet.

He stepped out once the car stopped and waved from where he was before moving closer. “Hello and welcome to Alegeharia. My name is Malik Velkari, I believe you received my letter?” The 8 year old adjusted his crown, it was clear he wasn’t in the habit of wearing one and was somewhat uncomfortable in the ‘fancy clothes’, but did his best to look professional… for his visitors.

Aither:

Aither had arrived a few minutes before Malik, being the honcho of some areas, it was protocol to inform him of arrivals. He was chewing on a bamboo chute as he was going over the itinerary and flight plan of the incoming planes as he sat in the ATC Tower with the operator. It made the operator a bit nervous having the red panda in there but understood the situation. Usually, Aither was on the outside buzzing the operator out of boredom at times just to see if they were awake or not. He chuckled at the reminiscence and finally left the tower waving a goodbye.

He hopped onto the parked motorcycle; it was the fastest way he could go unlike Malik. He put a helmet on and headed towards where the dog child was parking near the limo and hopping off placing the helmet on the bike as he waits for the guests.

by **Champagne Socialist Sharifistan** » Tue Jul 28, 2020 1:20 pm

Suleiman Ifrit, a jinn followed his wife Aisha (also a Jinn) and his 2 guards, travelled towards grand building that the Royal Symposium was centred in.
He walked out and greet everyone with the traditional Arabic "As-salaam Alaykum" as did his wife and his guards.
He then kissed the King's hand as a traditional gesture of respect.

27 November 2022

King Alastair Laertes Amadeus Ludwig Kehrer IV
The Tarmac in Alegeharia

Alastair adjusted his tie one last time, then splashed some water onto his face. The headache and exhaustion refused to fade. He squared his shoulders, gritted his teeth, dabbed away the droplets with a couple of those flimsy airplane paper towels. You are fine, he reminded himself. Act like everything is fine.

He exited the airplane bathroom and grabbed his carry-on bag. The rapid motion sent a wave of nausea through him, but he brushed it away, concentrating instead on making himself look presentable.

"Does everyone have everything?" he questioned, eyes studying each of his three children in turn. They nodded. "Excellent. Marie, Mother? Wilhelm?"

"Ay, and the valets will take our luggage, so we need not be emburdened by it for long." Alastair's mother, Ophelia, gave her elder son a tired smile. The past three years had aged her greatly, as they had him, but at least her optimism remained. Perhaps that was the trade-off for her not having passed on that trait to him.

He looped his arm through his wife's, then nodded toward everyone else. "Stay close behind us. If we are to meet Alegeharia's leaders, address them in English, and introduce yourself with your full name and title. Do not speak except to answer their questions at first." He took a deep breath. "The same rules apply to meeting other leaders; once we get to know them better, we can speak to them informally."

His three-piece suit, despite its having been adjusted by the tailor recently, was too tight, and he was slightly uncomfortable. "Shall we?"

"Yeah!" His twelve-year-old son, Al, pumped his fist into the air. "I really hope they have Wi-Fi!"

Alastair shook his head as he and Marie disembarked the plane. After several hours in an aircraft, he was unsteady on solid ground, but at least he was not alone in his disorientation.

He handed his bag to a valet, praying Marie did not notice the circles around his eyes. He'd hardly gotten any sleep on the plane ride; most of it had been spent...well, the same way he spent most nights nowadays. Though the sunlight was piercing, he wore no sunglasses, so he could not actively hide his exhaustion.

Alastair approached Malik and Aither, misery swimming in his chest.

by **Alegeharia** » Tue Jul 28, 2020 5:23 pm

Western Fardelshufflestein wrote:King Alastair Laertes Amadeus Ludwig Kehrer IV
The Tarmac in Alegeharia

Alastair adjusted his tie one last time, then splashed some water onto his face. The headache and exhaustion refused to fade. He squared his shoulders, gritted his teeth, dabbed away the droplets with a couple of those flimsy airplane paper towels. You are fine, he reminded himself. Act like everything is fine.

He exited the airplane bathroom and grabbed his carry-on bag. The rapid motion sent a wave of nausea through him, but he brushed it away, concentrating instead on making himself look presentable.

"Does everyone have everything?" he questioned, eyes studying each of his three children in turn. They nodded. "Excellent. Marie, Mother? Wilhelm?"

"Ay, and the valets will take our luggage, so we need not be emburdened by it for long." Alastair's mother, Ophelia, gave her elder son a tired smile. The past three years had aged her greatly, as they had him, but at least her optimism remained. Perhaps that was the trade-off for her not having passed on that trait to him.

He looped his arm through his wife's, then nodded toward everyone else. "Stay close behind us. If we are to meet Alegeharia's leaders, address them in English, and introduce yourself with your full name and title. Do not speak except to answer their questions at first." He took a deep breath. "The same rules apply to meeting other leaders; once we get to know them better, we can speak to them informally."

His three-piece suit, despite its having been adjusted by the tailor recently, was too tight, and he was slightly uncomfortable. "Shall we?"

"Yeah!" His twelve-year-old son, Al, pumped his fist into the air. "I really hope they have Wi-Fi!"

Alastair shook his head as he and Marie disembarked the plane. After several hours in an aircraft, he was unsteady on solid ground, but at least he was not alone in his disorientation.

He handed his bag to a valet, praying Marie did not notice the circles around his eyes. He'd hardly gotten any sleep on the plane ride; most of it had been spent...well, the same way he spent most nights nowadays. Though the sunlight was piercing, he wore no sunglasses, so he could not actively hide his exhaustion.

Alastair approached Malik and Aither, misery swimming in his chest.

Malik:

“Hiya! My name is Malik Velkari, I am the king of these lands, I hope my age and appearance doesn’t concern you.” He eyes the man looking him up and down, he peeks behind the royal and waves at his family. He only stood at 4 feet and 3 inches, so he was considerably shorter than most. “It is a pleasure to have you here, if you wish to join us in the stretched car back there you may, or you may chose to go on a private limo instead, It is up to you my good sir, they are fully featured vehicles so have everything one can imagine.” He giggled softly.

27 November 2022

King Alastair Laertes Amadeus Ludwig Kehrer IV

After a brief introduction with King Malik, Alastair considered the matter of which limousine to ride in. "If you are not averse to sharing space with a minimum of eight additional people, we will gladly accompany you in your vehicle." He bowed ever so slightly. Having done his research on the Alegeharian leaders, he was not surprised with Malik's physical age, though multiple members of his family were.

"These...accommodations you speak of." He lowered his voice in the hope that no one would overhear. "What, specifically, are they, if you do not mind me asking."

by **Alegeharia** » Wed Jul 29, 2020 5:58 am

Western Fardelshufflestein wrote:King Alastair Laertes Amadeus Ludwig Kehrer IV

After a brief introduction with King Malik, Alastair considered the matter of which limousine to ride in. "If you are not averse to sharing space with a minimum of eight additional people, we will gladly accompany you in your vehicle." He bowed ever so slightly. Having done his research on the Alegeharian leaders, he was not surprised with Malik's physical age, though multiple members of his family were.

"These...accommodations you speak of." He lowered his voice in the hope that no one would overhear. "What, specifically, are they, if you do not mind me asking."

Malik:

Malik nodded, “we should be able to fit that, these limos are equipped with tvs, that have headphones, a small game system, a drink fridge… dry I should probably add, of course standard stuff like ac and heat, on board wifi…” He giggled. “I think pretty much the standard stuff one would find in a limousine hmm? Oh yes, this is Aither!” He turned and pointed to his brother.

Aither:

Aither smiled, “Greetings sir, it is a pleasure to meet you.” Aither was idly chewing on a bamboo chute extending a paw to shake. “I take care of the security around the castle and now you and other nobility, if you have any questions feel free to ask, if it anything to do with hospitality however, I do recommend you talk to Zenith, he will be taking care of your room needs, and will be the contact for checking in and out weapons when visiting the castle itself along with the accommodations in the newly built noble hotel.

by **Polish Prussian Commonwealth** » Thu Jul 30, 2020 10:27 pm

Berengar

As the plane landed, both me and Erika gathered our belongings. I smoothed out the wrinkles in my uniform, Erika adjusted her dress, and we waited for the plane to come to a halt.

A rough screech could be heard as the plane hit the tarmac, and then began to brake, before finally coming to a rest.
And with that, we got off. Well, I did; Erika fished her rifle out of her luggage and hung on to it like a teddy bear.

The most immediate thing that struck me when I saw our hosts were the fact that they were anthropomorphic animals. To say that was surprising would be a grave understatement, but I kept it to myself. To my relief, it seemed Erika did, too, although she still brought along her damned rifle.

Like, I get it. It's one of the few things her mother passed down to her. But sleeping with it? Carrying it around to diplomatic functions? Really?

Regardless, we approached the King(?), his name being Malik; not that I knew at the moment, though. We both waited behind a bunch of other guests for him to be freed up.

Erika Byrnes' head snapped around to fix the jinn couple with a long, hard, stare, and she edged noticeably closer to Berengar. Her hand seemed to drift towards the hilt of her bayonet a little, but at last she decided against it, and decided simply to readjust her rifle sling instead, to make sure she could grab it if she had to.

by **Alegeharia** » Fri Jul 31, 2020 2:31 pm

Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:Berengar

As the plane landed, both me and Erika gathered our belongings. I smoothed out the wrinkles in my uniform, Erika adjusted her dress, and we waited for the plane to come to a halt.

A rough screech could be heard as the plane hit the tarmac, and then began to brake, before finally coming to a rest.
And with that, we got off. Well, I did; Erika fished her rifle out of her luggage and hung on to it like a teddy bear.

The most immediate thing that struck me when I saw our hosts were the fact that they were anthropomorphic animals. To say that was surprising would be a grave understatement, but I kept it to myself. To my relief, it seemed Erika did, too, although she still brought along her damned rifle.

Like, I get it. It's one of the few things her mother passed down to her. But sleeping with it? Carrying it around to diplomatic functions? Really?

Regardless, we approached the King(?), his name being Malik; not that I knew at the moment, though. We both waited behind a bunch of other guests for him to be freed up.

Erika Byrnes' head snapped around to fix the jinn couple with a long, hard, stare, and she edged noticeably closer to Berengar. Her hand seemed to drift towards the hilt of her bayonet a little, but at last she decided against it, and decided simply to readjust her rifle sling instead, to make sure she could grab it if she had to.

Malik:

Malik was fidgeting with his tie, it was getting bothersome to be stuck in these professional clothes, thankfully he kept his personal outfit on hand and went to grab it, he saw new nobles arrive and smiled. “Good evening! My name is Malik Velkari, it is a pleasure to meet, I wish I could stay longer but I sadly must be off to the rest room… My apologies, if you will join the others the limo will be setting off to the housing here shortly.” Malik smiled and shook hands before running off to the nearest restroom.

He sighed, as he got into the stall, finally enough fronting. He undressed quickly and stretched, shaking some to fluff up before relaxing again. He put on some tan capri’s, a duty belt, attaching his crown to the side, and put on a black short sleeve button up shirt. He put on some gauntlets and headed out again, how freeing to be in some relaxing clothes now, though he would prefer to be in his armor he sat on a bench crossing his paws, waiting on the next jet.

Aither:

Aither eyed the rifle carefully, “To enter the castle the gun will have to be checked in, but you can keep it on you in your room, if you have any questions please take it up with Zen when we arrive…” He noticed the way she held onto to it tightly and took note of the tensing at the idea of having to leave it. “If an exception needs to be made ask him about those too, we want to make sure you are comfortable with your stay, but do have to make sure things stay safe for everyone hmm?” He was strict, but he wasn’t uncaring he smiled at them as he chewed on a bamboo chute.

by **Falconmont** » Fri Jul 31, 2020 3:33 pm

Isaak couldn't help but loose a long weary sigh, as he exited his transport and descended to the tarmac below. He couldn't help but feel a small sense of dread for what was to come, Idly wondering why he couldn't just send a dignitary instead of coming himself. Putting those thoughts to the side he made his way to where he could see the Alegeharian king sitting, his guards flanking him as he went.

"Greetings Malik" He smiled, seeing as no one was near enough to notice his lack of professionalism towards his younger friend. "It is good to see you doing well, though I'm surprised to see you looking so.. Relaxed" He smiled once more, gesturing to the young kings more casual appearance.

by **Alegeharia** » Fri Jul 31, 2020 6:16 pm

Falconmont wrote:Isaak couldn't help but loose a long weary sigh, as he exited his transport and descended to the tarmac below. He couldn't help but feel a small sense of dread for what was to come, Idly wondering why he couldn't just send a dignitary instead of coming himself. Putting those thoughts to the side he made his way to where he could see the Alegeharian king sitting, his guards flanking him as he went.

"Greetings Malik" He smiled, seeing as no one was near enough to notice his lack of professionalism towards his younger friend. "It is good to see you doing well, though I'm surprised to see you looking so.. Relaxed" He smiled once more, gesturing to the young kings more casual appearance.

Malik:

Malik smiled wagging happily. “Hey you! How ya been friend? Oh this? I sent the others on their merry way to the noble housing, I’ve some time to spare before having to get all fancy again. He scratches at his ear before scooting over. “What have you been up to? It has been some time since we last spoke.” Malik smiled again as he stared at his friend, the warmth and enthusiasm just flowing from him.

Aither:

Aither stuck with the limo escorting it into the royal city providing the proper papers and itinerary to the guards, he guided the limo over to the noble section just a few feet away from the castle’s gates. He dismounted from his bike and walked over to the hotel, waving his paw. “Nobles of different nations, my apologies if my addressment was not sufficient but you are a large crowd, of high nobility with varying titles, and I have a pressing message for you.”

He cleared his throat as he opened the door. “These rooms and the building itself was made for you all specifically, it was strategically placed to be close to the castello, and to be close the upper market, this specific area of the royal town, has mid nobility, dignitaries, and other people of importance, there is also a good presence of commoners here too, everyone here is treated as equals however, we don’t tend to see titles, but experience and how you present yourself, generally speaking, no one should give you any qualms, or conflicts. If you do experience issues, please notify one of the guards, or myself, I will see to it personally.” With that, he walked into the hotel to green Zenith and help get the royals sorted.

27 November 2022

King Alastair Laertes Amadeus Ludwig Kehrer IV

The limousine ride was, considering the number of individuals crammed into it, quite pleasant. The on-board champagne may have influenced his perception, but no matter; he was not alone in enjoying the refreshments. As long as he did not overdo it, he would be fine.

Once he and his family were settled into their guest quarters, he retreated into the master bedroom and retrieved his laptop from his briefcase. This was just a front so others would assume he was working instead of simply relaxing. In truth, he had no work to catch up on, for he had taken care of issues and tied up loose ends on the plane. But people would leave him alone if they perceived him to be working, which meant he could address more personal matters.

Alastair unbuckled his belt before sitting down on the bed. He moaned and clutched his stomach as burning pain rolled through his abdomen, flopping onto his back. The sudden movement sent a jolt of agony tearing through him, and he swallowed back a shout, then reached into the pocket of his pants for...what he needed. Relief flooded his mind as his fingers closed round it.

Even as he brought it out of his pocket, he knew the vessel was empty. He had no memory of its being drained. Frustrated, he slipped it back into its rightful spot and let his mind drift, not caring where his thoughts took him.

"Allie? Are you alright?"

"What? Oh, no. Not really." Wincing, he lifted his head up and squinted at his wife, who was in the doorway. "I need to rest for a while."

"Don't fall asleep. It will not help your jet lag."

"It's not that."

"What is it, then?"

"Just...not feeling well."

"I'm not surprised. You had a lot to--may I sit down with you? Rub your shoulders?"

He pressed his head into the bedspread. With each beat of his heart, his head throbbed, and his stomach felt like it was going to digest itself.

Alastair did not object when Marie began massaging his neck. He closed his eyes, a single tear tracing a squiggly path down his cheek, and fell into a stupor of misery.

by **A m e n r i a** » Fri Jul 31, 2020 9:51 pm

The sound of flapping wings can be heard as Tianshi, the Heavenly Emperor of Amenria, descended from the sky, before making them disappear once he's close enough to the ground to land on his feet. He smiled and waved. "Hi, I'm Tianshi, Heavenly Emperor of Amenria."

by **Polish Prussian Commonwealth** » Sat Aug 01, 2020 6:15 pm

Berengar
A quick handshake(pawshake? Fuck if I know), and the King ran off to take a piss.
I cracked a wry smile at the sight. I knew the feeling; MRE shits were an...experience, to say the least.

I then noticed Erika tensing. A glare flashed across her face, and...oh boy. Time to step in.

I nodded, and smiled at Aither. "Thank you, sir. I am Berengar, Prince of Prussia and Poland, and-"
"Erika Byrnes." Erika cut me off.
"Thane of Fi-" I continued, before wincing as she kicked me in the shins.
"Erika Byrnes." she repeated, calmly.

"In any case..." I finally said, with a sigh. "The Lady Byrnes has a...great attachment to her rifle, to say the least. It's a family heirloom that she attaches great importance to. As such, she will not consent to parting with it under any circumstances. Thank you for your offer of an accommodation and exception, though."

When the King returned, we introduced ourselves again, and then I popped the question; "The Lady Byrnes holds her rifle extremely dear, as it is a family heirloom. Would it trouble you to allow her to carry it? She'll allow it to be deactivated of course."
"But, cuz-" Erika started, before I fixed her with a firm stare, causing her to back down.

A m e n r i a wrote:The sound of flapping wings can be heard as Tianshi, the Heavenly Emperor of Amenria, descended from the sky, before making them disappear once he's close enough to the ground to land on his feet. He smiled and waved. "Hi, I'm Tianshi, Heavenly Emperor of Amenria."

Blue: spoken in English

The fluttering of wings caused both Prince and Lady to look back. Berengar seemed startled, but Erika seemed downright hostile, and she pressed ever-closer to Berengar.

by **Danceria** » Sat Aug 01, 2020 6:41 pm

Thus entered two figures, similar in posture, appearance, and bearing...save for one seemed far more aged while the other radiated ethereal mirth. In their native tongue, the taller of the two smirked at the aged King, before striding over to the winged figures. "Berengar, do relax, I'll handle the flighty Asian." It seemed power called for power, but the bamboo chewing figure may recognize the silvery-haired figure.

His Majesty, Aceus Elurion, King of Danceria, placed his hand on the young lass. "...I ask for clarification on what you're doing to my daughter." he stated flatly and...tiredly. The king was no longer as energetic as he used to, a stark contrast to his seemingly exuberant companion. Yet something was off about him, about both of them.

by **Falconmont** » Mon Aug 03, 2020 4:51 pm

Isaak smiled at his friend, he couldn't help but do so at the ball of blinding happiness before him. "I've been well enough I suppose. Things have been quiet of late, so I've been taking the chance to relax for a change" He chuckled as he motioned his guards towards his transport. "I'll tell you all about what I've been up to at a later time, right now I should go get settled in. I'm sure your other guests are eager for your attention"

by **Alegeharia** » Mon Aug 03, 2020 6:20 pm

Falconmont wrote:
Alegeharia wrote:
Malik:
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Malik smiled wagging happily. “Hey you! How ya been friend? Oh this? I sent the others on their merry way to the noble housing, I’ve some time to spare before having to get all fancy again. He scratches at his ear before scooting over. “What have you been up to? It has been some time since we last spoke.” Malik smiled again as he stared at his friend, the warmth and enthusiasm just flowing from him.

Aither:
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Aither huffed seeing everyone get situated, he walked out of the hotel and looked around, starting to take rounds in the marketplace. He figured he may as well, get some patrolling done out here before working the castle grounds. He replaced the old bamboo chute with a new one idly spinning the metal container in his paw. He looked around and stared at some of the other royal guests, and guards out and about in the local area. Perhaps he should have handed out pamphlets on furry animals.

He cleared his throat as he opened the door. “These rooms and the building itself was made for you all specifically, it was strategically placed to be close to the castello, and to be close the upper market, this specific area of the royal town, has mid nobility, dignitaries, and other people of importance, there is also a good presence of commoners here too, everyone here is treated as equals however, we don’t tend to see titles, but experience and how you present yourself, generally speaking, no one should give you any qualms, or conflicts. If you do experience issues, please notify one of the guards, or myself, I will see to it personally.” With that, he walked into the hotel to green Zenith and help get the royals sorted.

Isaak smiled at his friend, he couldn't help but do so at the ball of blinding happiness before him. "I've been well enough I suppose. Things have been quiet of late, so I've been taking the chance to relax for a change" He chuckled as he motioned his guards towards his transport. "I'll tell you all about what I've been up to at a later time, right now I should go get settled in. I'm sure your other guests are eager for your attention"

Malik:

Malik smiled wagging happily. “Yeah,” he huffed; “I guess I should get going that way too, man I hate all this pompous stuff, eh I’m just gonna go like this; fluff it.” Malik stretched and gave a big puppy yawn before getting up from the bench, he waved at the newcomers from Danceria joining the other royals that were still at the airport.” Malik looked around trying to figure out what was going on before interjecting, his crown swaying on his belt. “Oh no, has something happened?

Aither:

Aither huffed seeing everyone get situated, he walked out of the hotel and looked around, starting to take rounds in the marketplace. He figured he may as well, get some patrolling done out here before working the castle grounds. He replaced the old bamboo chute with a new one idly spinning the metal container in his paw. He looked around and stared at some of the other royal guests, and guards out and about in the local area. Perhaps he should have handed out pamphlets on furry animals.

Zenith:

Zenith was frazzled, crazy long hours, and things got really bustling when Aither brought in a giant crowd of royals, boy was that interesting, so many different cultures at once. While he was used to such things, he wasn’t used to seeing them within the walls. He made sure to brush up on all the proper etiquette of the different nations. Today’s to-do list was to check on a ceremonial gun on check on all the visitors, since the first to arrive was already settled he went to check on them, knocking at the door. “H-hello there sir, and madam, is everything satisfactory?”

27 November 2022

Queen Marie Victoria Ethel Kehrer

Startled at the sudden appearance of the head of hospitality, Marie jumped. "Yes, thank you, everything is excellent." She offered him a warm smile. "My husband is just hungover and jet-lagged. He'll be fine in a few hours."

Beside her, Alastair moaned. "Just relax," she urged him, pushing on a knot on his neck. "You're very tense."

Alastair did not reply.

by **A m e n r i a** » Mon Aug 03, 2020 11:59 pm

Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:
A m e n r i a wrote:The sound of flapping wings can be heard as Tianshi, the Heavenly Emperor of Amenria, descended from the sky, before making them disappear once he's close enough to the ground to land on his feet. He smiled and waved. "Hi, I'm Tianshi, Heavenly Emperor of Amenria."

Blue: spoken in English

The fluttering of wings caused both Prince and Lady to look back. Berengar seemed startled, but Erika seemed downright hostile, and she pressed ever-closer to Berengar.

Tianshi turned to look at faces he didn't recognize. His smile disappeared, replaced by a look of curiousity as he tilted his head, before smiling again. Then, he walked straight ahead, right to the door where he had himself checked.

Alegeharia wrote:
Falconmont wrote:

Isaak smiled at his friend, he couldn't help but do so at the ball of blinding happiness before him. "I've been well enough I suppose. Things have been quiet of late, so I've been taking the chance to relax for a change" He chuckled as he motioned his guards towards his transport. "I'll tell you all about what I've been up to at a later time, right now I should go get settled in. I'm sure your other guests are eager for your attention"

Malik:

Malik smiled wagging happily. “Yeah,” he huffed; “I guess I should get going that way too, man I hate all this pompous stuff, eh I’m just gonna go like this; fluff it.” Malik stretched and gave a big puppy yawn before getting up from the bench, he waved at the newcomers from Danceria joining the other royals that were still at the airport.” Malik looked around trying to figure out what was going on before interjecting, his crown swaying on his belt. “Oh no, has something happened?

Aither:

Aither huffed seeing everyone get situated, he walked out of the hotel and looked around, starting to take rounds in the marketplace. He figured he may as well, get some patrolling done out here before working the castle grounds. He replaced the old bamboo chute with a new one idly spinning the metal container in his paw. He looked around and stared at some of the other royal guests, and guards out and about in the local area. Perhaps he should have handed out pamphlets on furry animals.

Zenith:

Zenith was frazzled, crazy long hours, and things got really bustling when Aither brought in a giant crowd of royals, boy was that interesting, so many different cultures at once. While he was used to such things, he wasn’t used to seeing them within the walls. He made sure to brush up on all the proper etiquette of the different nations. Today’s to-do list was to check on a ceremonial gun on check on all the visitors, since the first to arrive was already settled he went to check on them, knocking at the door. “H-hello there sir, and madam, is everything satisfactory?”

Tianshi stretched his arms, allowing any guards or officials to pat him down and search him. He didn't bring any of his weapons, since he felt he didn't need any of them anymore - barring his crown, considering the state of his current body.

27 November 2022

King Alastair Laertes Amadeus Ludwig Kehrer IV

He let himself drift through the fog of his mind, not fully awake, but not exactly asleep either. He was distantly cognizant of a third presence in the bedroom, though he had no inclination to discern who it was, and he knew his wife was rubbing his neck and shoulders. The low voices did not quite translate into words, not that he was keen on listening to them; all he wanted was to dissolve into the bed and pretend that none of his problems amounted to anything....

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