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The Isles of Aradia (IC/New Settlers Welcome.)

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Everglow City, Platinum Gardens, House Sabre.

There comes a time in every fathers life when his son becomes the man and he becomes the old man. The time when your strong arms are no longer needed because he has his own. The time when he believes he should begin taking care of you. The time when he makes you completely obsolete. I am Lord Henriik Sabre and my son is about to marry. My son is about to produce heirs for my great house. My son is taking my place. Many people have bemoaned me over the years for not making him marry sooner. Thirty looms, most men would be married with several heirs born by this point, but not my Titus. I told people and myself that I wanted him to get the best education, that he was too strong willed and refused or that I wanted him to experience life without the pressure of being the heir of House Sabre. It was all a lie. I was not ready for him to begin chipping away at my power. The carpenter may take his boy to his workshop and look on lovingly as he develops his craft, proudly he will one day step down and allow the boy to take over. When I look at Titus sometimes I feel the love, I feel proud and safe in the knowledge that he will be able to traverse the viper filled senate with ease. Then sometimes I see competition, I see a little bastard who is going to rip all I have worked for from my hands. The father and lord within me are at odds. Alas, the father must win or the lord will be left with nothing. I must be a father.

Then there is my daughter....


Standing on the balcony of her quarters Attia Sabre looked out at the morning sun. It had not long risen and would be the last time for four whole days.The Everglow Festival was here. The city below was abuzz with activity. Large wooden scaffolds were being hurriedly taken down by drapers who had covered the rooftops of Everglow with silks and other luxurious cloths. Pageant stages were being set up, drink and food booths stocked, store fronts scrubbed and decorated. The festival was loved by the people of the nation. Travellers from far and wide would come to see the spectacle that was on offer.
"Quite a sight." Henriik said as he slowly walked onto the balcony. For a moment with the sun obscuring his vision Attia looked exactly like her mother. That thin silhouette, long black hair reaching down her back like tree branches in the moonlight. Attia closed her eyes and sighed inwardly when she heard her fathers voice. Turning to face him she smiled.
"Indeed. Tis a great time for our city." The response was formal and befitted a conversation with strangers. But they were father and daughter. Henriik walked over to the table that Attia had been taking breakfast on and saw it, the reason he was coming to speak to her. The Glow, a newspaper that was popular in the city, was sitting there. It had a piece on The Emporium. The Emporium was a luxury store that had opened last month, it was a resounding success on all accounts. There was just one problem, Attia Sabre was not the one being congratulated in the paper, her father was. Attia has used her own money to establish the business but nobody believed that she was behind it. It was surely the word of Henriik Sabre who was using his daughter as a gimmick to get ladies to shop more.
"When I was in The Tropics I took the time to go through the records." Henriik said at last picking his words carefully. He knew his daughter to be the thorned rose that she was, very prickly indeed "I have come to apologise to you."
Attia turned around slowly, when she moved it was not like other people. She floated, grace, elegance and dignity simply oozed from every part of her body. She had not expected this "For?"
"When I would visit you there the clerks would all rave about how great your mind for business was. I always assumed that you had just put pressure on them or that they were vying for approval. I never thought that you were there elbow deep in the business of things. Then I saw the records. Your penmanship is everywhere. You signed off on things, you bartered, you made deals and ended deals...you ran The Tropics." He could see his daughters mind hard at work. Very occasionally she would nibble at the inside of her lower lip when bothered. It was her one remaining tell from girlhood. The matrons of wifecraft usually ironed out all of a ladies quirks, habits or twitches. But every lady had something one little thing that simply refused to be forced out. Attia's was the lip nibble "I educated you like your brother, as I was educated. I have been a fool to treat you like the silly girls of other noble houses. My heart is heavy with regret for not seeing you as you are for so very long."
Taken rather off guard by this most unexpected outpouring Attia took a breath and cleared her throat slightly "I am glad that you no longer believe my work to be the fancies of a silly girl. Alas, it matters not. Nobody would believe that I did what I did in The Tropics just as nobody believes that The Emporium is mine." Henriik noticed that his youngest child wasn't quite the blazing fire she usually was, she seemed deflated and it stung him.
"I will write to The Glow and tell everyone I meet that The Emporium is yours." He said insistently as he moved toward her.
A small laugh left her "How kind but it would achieve nothing. They believe what they believe and there is little I or you can do about it. One must look on the bright side. Business is good, the ladies of the city are lining up for new gowns and The Emporium is the place to be. It could be worse. I wonder...if it failed would you still insist it was my doing or would you accept that to?" Her eyes were on him. Curse those eyes they watched for everything. Black holes. Henriik opened his mouth and then closed it. He put his hands to together and nodded. Attia turned away and continued looking out at the city.

Below, Titus Sabre emerged from the house and walked over to the stables. An accomplished horseman he took great pride in the upkeep of his steeds. The servants were used to the fact that Titus liked to groom his own horses so they were not overly startled by his presence at the back of the house. There were two sets of stables, one for best and one for everyday use. The best stables were around the side of the house and were only used when there was some kind of function at the house. It was tradition for men to show off their horses to their guest and these stables were more luxurious than a lesser nobles whole estate! So as not to fill them with horse filth the creatures were kept in wooden stables on a day to day basis. His white under shirt was open exposing some of his chest, he wore old boots and trousers. Brushing at the horses he was trying to fight back nerves. He was to marry a girl he did not know, who was a member of a house he did not like and he had little say in the matter. In his mind he was running over the wedding ceremony, it had to go perfectly. If he spilled a drop of the sacred water or stumbled ever so slightly tongues would wag that the union was cursed by a spirit of mischief. It was going to be a gruelling week for him and his wife to be. Everyone would want to host the new couple and show their respect to both houses so they would be carted around and put on display for all to see. They would not start their married life for many days after the wedding not even sharing a bed. This was business and they had an image to sell. For the coming days the couple would be the figure heads of their houses, all eyes on them. They were representing on the grandest stage of them all. Only the greatest of houses could afford to marry during the festival of Everglow and there was fierce competition to put on the best show of all. People still spoke of weddings that took place a century ago, there was even a subject of study at the university on wedding ceremonies. Though the thought of it all made him uncomfortable he was a noble man of House Sabre and they were going to put on the best show the city had ever seen.
The horses all began to act nervously at the same time. Titus tried to sooth them to no avail. Glancing behind him he saw a huge black cat, a panther. It was lazily making its way outside.
"Attia! What have I told you about letting the bloody cat near the horses!" He shouted up to where he could just about see his sisters balcony. After a moment she appeared and poked her head over the side.
"Leave Cleopatra be. She does not eat horse, she likes live babies." Attia shouted down to him "I say, you should be preparing for the big day not playing with those foul smelling beasts. Is it wedding nerves? If you like I can get a ship ready and you can run off into the night."
Titus shook his and grinned up at his sister "On the contrary sister I am looking forward to filling my new bride with my seed and making you third in line to our great house."
Attia scowled down at him "Cleo, darling come up here away from that peasant." The huge black cat with dazzling golden eyes trotted off to find her mistress. It was common for high ranking ladies of The Tropics to have big cats as companions. They were tamed by specialists just as the elves from Elfwood tamed various beasts for sale. What most people did not know was that they were guard cats and were less than tame if their mistresses were put in danger.
Titus watched the cat go, its mystical golden eyes were a sight he could never get used to. Both stunning and terrifying at the same time. Sighing he sat down on a small wooden bench and prayed quietly to himself that Aradia would calm his wife to be, that she would let her know that Titus was not a cruel man and that she had no need to fear him. He did not want her to feel the same way his sister did when she was dragged off and tossed into an old man's bed.
"My sweet Lady of the water. I pray unto you to provide us with happiness."

The Tropics.
A large fleet of ships had left Everglow docks four days ago. The journey out of Everglow was a horrible one as it always was. Tiny islands planted around the sea were seemingly there simply for the sake of making navigation all the more difficult. Luckily once through these choppy waters it was not long before the calm blue oceans of The Tropics appeared. The ships were a mixture of sail controlled and oar controlled. The plan was to stop off at The Tropics to pick up additional supplies and reinforcements and then start the journey to The Untamed Isle. Sitting on a golden beach as the expedition prepared Reynis, the dark elf who had a hand in this whole thing, looked to her left to see Zestia snoring softly in the sand. The ship they had been on was rather full with people and they had gotten know each other a little "Your brother has gone inland to visit friends and family, are you not intending to do the same?" she asked the other woman who opened one eye.
"Love, if they want to see me then they can come here. I ain't walking my feet raw only to get tutted and glared at. I'm keeping my little arse right on this spot until we are ready to leave." Zestia was a hand of House Sabre and was no stranger to travelling by sea. She lived a loose and carefree life that was alien to Reynis, Reyn, who had spend her life among The Silk Strider's an elite group of elves dedicated to keeping the forces of the ancient spider queen's out of Silkwood, and away from Elfwood City. Reyn had the gift of sight and could sometimes see glimpses of what was to come. It was this talent that brought her here today. An Isle far off unconquered by the nobles of Everglow teeming with the forces of The Void, demons. An expedition had been set up to travel to the Isle and here they were a collection of all sorts of people looking for adventure or coin or escape.
Many of the people on the expedition had never left the mainland and were awestruck by The Tropics. A tropical wonderland where the flowers were larger and brighter than any they had seen. Where the locals were all brown skinned and beautiful. A pit stop at paradise before their arrival at the open jaws of The Void.
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Post by IronParagon » Wed Jan 21, 2015 11:16 am

Jaster

"IF OI HAVE TO WAIT ONE MAW MINUTE, SHE DIES!"

Spittle flew from the Orc's fanged mouth, spilling down onto the onlookers below. He was a particularly impressive example of his species; seven feet tall, green-skinned, thin hair pulled back into a topknot, armored only in bearskin and wode. With his left arm he waved a crudely-forge battleaxe, and with his right he grasped a terrified young girl, no more than 8 years of age. Behind him were almost 20 other hulking brutes, and a bound middle-aged woman. The leader loomed above the populace on the SIlver Circle's gallows, fenced off by a crowd of City guards. One of the watchers was attempting to push through the barrier.

"MY DAUGHTER!" he cried. "THAT IS MY DAUGHTER AND MY WIFE, SOMEONE MUST--"

"OI'M NOT RELEASING YAW BITCH OR YAW LITTLE WHELP UNTIL YOU GIVE ME MOY RANSOM!" the Big Orc roared. "OI'LL RIP 'ER GUTS OUT, OI SWEAR--"

One of the smaller Orcs, who'd been standing atop the hangman's pole and overlooking the crowd, interrupted the leader. "Arashok!"

The leader paused in his ravings and glared up at the scout with beady eyes. "Don't interrupt me, yeh little scumbag..."

"No, Arashok,.." the scout pointed to the north. "Riders approaching!"

Arashok turned, squinting to where the smaller Orc pointed, and saw them. He bared his teeth. "Fucking Griffins."

The party numbered just four. At the head sat two shining Aradian Knights, each armored all in blue steel and mounted on a finely-bred destrier. Behind them rode their respective squires, each in muted leather armor. Each knight wore a broadsword, and while the heraldry upon their shields may have differed, each featured a rampant silver Griffin. The surprised crowd made way before them, allowing them to ride up to the barrier.

"Good morning, gentlemen!" cried the knight upon the grey mare. He removed his winged helmet as he spoke, revealing young features, a head of curly reddish hair and cunning, sapphire-colored eyes, coupled with a long moustache. "I suppose it is too much to ask for you to consider a surrender? Put the girl down, there's a good chap..."

Arashok hawked up a mouthful of phlegm and spat it at the hooves of the knight's horse. "There's what I think of yaw surrender, yeh poncy milksop. Eiver oi get moy money, or oi'm pulling 'er fucking legs off and den eatin' feedin' 'er to 'er movver."

The knight's mouth twisted in displeasure. "I do so hate when races conform to their expected stereotypes."

"You cannot reason with these green pigs," sneered his white-stallion-mounted accomplice who'd also removed his helmet. He was just as young as the first knight, but rather less heroic-looking, with flaxen auburn hair that hung over his eyes and a chinstrap beard. "I suggest we charge over them, Jaster. The girl is lost, anyway."

Jaster, as he'd been addressed, arched one eyebrow. "And how do you suggest we charge over our foe when they are on raised ground, Jacques?" He turned to the nearest guardsman. "Where are the girl's parents?"

"Here I am! Here I am," panted a rather fat and bald man in silk clothing who pushed his way through the crowd, no doubt some lesser noble. "Here I am, Lord Blackthorne, I am the girl's father, and the woman's husband...we've always been loyal to your house my l--"

"Do you have the means with which to pay this ransom?" Jaster interrupted.

The father looked perturbed. "Alas, my lord, it is a difficult time for my House. The new Sabre boutique has been taking the customers away from me. I cannot afford the million sovereigns that the raiders request."

"And the city cannot afford to reimburse him?" This was addressed to the guard.

"We've looked into it, m'lord," the man replied, "But the Festival looms. Such an expenditure would be...unwise."

"Void take us all," Jaster sighed, "Is the life of a young girl really of lesser importance than a bloody party?"

The onlookers gaze at him, wide-eyed. "But my lord! It isn't just any party, it's the Everglow festival!"

"And this is what happens when you let upjumped wine-merchants run the city," Jacques leered.

"OI WANT MOY RANSOM!" Arashok bellowed, loud enough to make everyone wince.

"Yes, yes, we all still remember you're here," Jaster sighed. "Are you really sure that you will have no diplomacy?"

"NO DIPLOMACY!" the Orc howled. "RANSOM!"

Jacques snorted. "He's got an impressively one track mind, I'll give him that."

"Well," Jaster sighed. "I see no other option. We will have to resort to...ugh...heroics. Jacques, if you will be so kind...?"

Jacques pushed his fine purple cloak aside to reveal he'd been hiding a loaded crossbow. Pointing it at Arashok he fired. The bolt flew through the air...

And wedged itself in an unfortunate spot in the monster's groin.

Everyone, including Arashok himself, stared at the bolt in disbelief. There was a long silence.

"Jacques," Jaster growled, "Was that strictly necessary?"

His cousin shrugged. "I wanted to see what his reaction would be."

As if on cue the Orc shrieked, dropping both his battleaxe and his hostage. The girl tumbled to the ground, crying in fear. With a shout, Jaster spurred his horse forward; the magnificent gray mare charged and bounded over the barrier in one great leap. In midair, Jaster reached--

--and caught the girl perfectly beneath one arm. With a grin, he reined the mare so she galloped back to the crowd, swinging low from his saddle and dropping the child back into her father's arms. The crowd's cheer was immediate and deafening.

Arashok was less pleased. Turning to his stunned brethren, hands smeared in his own black blood, he roared at them; "KILL 'EM! KILL ALL OF 'EM, EVERY LAST ONE!"

Jaster drew his broadsword, a magnificent custom-crafted steel blade, and turned to the guard's captain. "Well? You heard the man."

The enraged Orcs descended from the gallows, crashing into the guardsmen's spears. Jaster, meanwhile, galloped straight for the steps, using his sword to cut his ties to his saddle as he rode. With a mighty effort, he managed to throw himself from the saddle and onto the steps that ascended to the gallows, past the skirmish happening at the bottom. No sooner had he staggered to his feet than he was set upon by a particularly ugly raider with a spiked mace; Jaster's riposte sliced right through the Orc's horned helmet. His next two challengers both met similar fates, each tumbling from the steps into the mud below. He carved his way to the top floor of the gallows, where the girl's mother was still captive, bound to the pole and crying hysterically. That much he'd expected, but where was...?

Arashok rose from the steps behind him, dragging a guard's corpse in one hand and the greatsword he'd plundered from the body with the other. The crossbow bolt was still stuck into him, but it did not seem to have affected his endurance in any way, which Jaster soon found out as he parried the beast's first strike on his shield. The force set him staggering--the brute was even stronger than he looked. With a growl, Jaster stabbed at the beast's stomach, managing to cut him but not actually hurt him. The beast came on in a clumsy charge, roaring; Jaster ducked under it and slashed open the brute's side, spraying the wooden platform beneath them with black blood. Arashok merely grunted and swung again; Jaster caught the attack but it almost knocked him flat on his face. He managed to avoid the next strike and counter-attack with a direct stab in the chest. Blood poured from the injury, and Arashok staggered back, beady eyes unfocused, his sword falling from loose fingers. Almost certain he was done for, Jaster turned his back on the monster and walked over to the girl's mother.

"Are you injured, my lady?" he asked, cutting her bonds with a swing of his blade.

"LOOK OUT!" she squealed.

Jaster paused. Look out? What did that m--

The punch hit him in the small of his back, sending him flying. He hit the stone wall upon which the gallows were leaning and toppled to the ground, momentarily senseless. Arashok, improbably, was still going, matted with his own filth and with a look of stupid determination on his brutish features.

"For Aradia's sake, won't you just do us all a favor and die?" Jaster growled, raising his right hand--only just realizing he'd dropped his sword. He looked around for it anxiously, but it was nowhere in sight--must have fallen from the platform. What excellent luck.

"Blahdy kill yeh, fackin' shoiny pansy," Arashok croaked around a mouthful of his own blood, pulling Jaster to his feet and drawing back his fist.

Jaster certainly didn't intend to die like this. With a snarl he punched Arashok with one armored fist, right in the eye. More blood. The Orc snorted in surprise, stepping backwards. Jaster took note of his footing and grinned.

"Fackin' GRIFFIN!" Arashok howled, glaring at Jaster with his one remaining eye. "Fackin' BLACKTHORNE! Oi'll blahdy TEAR you..."

"I doubt it."

"DOUBT it?? DOUBT it, you--"

"My dear man," Jaster smiled, taking a subtle step to the left. "What exactly do you think we're standing on?"

Arashok looked at him stupidly, then looked down and realized he was on the gallow's trapdoor. "Aww, Wyvern's balls--"

Jaster pulled the lever and the trapdoor opened. Arashok tumbled two stories down and landed on the spikes kept in the pit below in case the rope snapped. Even impaled on nearly ten blades, the Orc was still howling and swearing revenge...luckily, he probably wasn't going anywhere in the immediate future.

"You saved me," the lady said breathlessly. "Thank you, Lord Blackthorne. How can I repay you?"

Jaster gave the woman a skeptical look--she was about forty, wrinkled, grey haired and flat-chested. A shame not all the old knight's tales were as accurate as he'd like them to be. "I'd imagine your family's undying allegiance will suffice my lady."

"Of course, of course--until the end of days!" she was getting a bit too close.

"Well, uhm, yes," Jaster muttered, stepping away. "If you'll excuse me, I seem to have misplaced my sword..."

He jogged down the steps, encountering Jacques who was busy dismembering a stray raider. "Are we finished?"

Jaster nodded. "I should say so. Let us head home."

At the bottom of the steps he found his broadsword lying in the mud amidst the Orc corpses, having fallen from the gallows.

"There you are, old girl," he sighed, picking it up. "Always running off when I need you most, eh?"

"Do you wish for me to polish it Sir?" his squire Geraint asked, rushing to his side and leading Jaster's mare behind him. "A stunning victory by the way."

"Please do," Jaster nodded, handing the boy his blade. "And would you also be so kind as to refrain from the gushing in the future, else my head grow too fat to sat atop Vesper here?"

"Yes, sir!" Geraint cried, positively vibrating with admiration as Jaster alighted on the destrier. As he rode past the crowd with Jacques they let loose a second cheer and took up a chant;

"YOUNG GRIFFIN, YOUNG GRIFFIN, YOUNG GRIFFIN!"

"A month in the capitol and already I have a nickname among the smallfolk," Jaster remarked to Jacques as he waved to them. "I'm not sure whether to be amused or frightened..."

The Griffin's Bastard

"Bloody sand!"

Arianne yanked off her boot, emptying yet another cloud of the fine brown sand back onto the beach. "Gets in your tent, in your clothes, in your mouth...and it does not even provide sure enough footing to fight on. Give me a bloody haunted barrow any day."

"Ping," offered Ogden the dwarf.

Arianne, who'd moved onto the other boot, threw him a scowl. "You would say that..."

They sat on the beach before House Blackthorne's magnificent and speedy cog, the Stormrise Dagger. The voyage had been unpleasant, not because of the choppy waters, which peoples of the Thunderlands were as accustomed to as their broadsword duels or their pompous bards. The conflict within the crew however was unsettling. She'd found herself the only humanoid woman on the shop, which had made some of the sailors a little bit...restless. Thankfully the constant presence of her bladed bow, Arbalest, seemed to discourage them from really posing a problem to her.

The arrival had not changed her fortunes much. Arianne was grateful that the shade from the huge black prow was shielding her from the sunlight, as she had fast found that her fair Elven skin went red and peeled in these temperatures. J'Zara had helpfully been providing healing poultices for this, but it didn't account for the fact that the entire island was like a miniature desert--scorching hot and bloody sandy. It mystified her how some people could enjoy these climates.

Ogden sat beside her on the beach, lost in his own little world, knocking a spare helmet against his warhammer--no doubt he'd mistaken it for a whetstone and was attempting to sharpen the weapon. J'Zara was on board the Dagger sorting through their provisions. She was grateful to be alone for now, but felt she could grow bored. And boredom in these conditions could swiftly become maddening.

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They had just finished the final fitting of her dress. Rivka’s eyes shown as two maids helped her take it off. It was more then the dress that had her so excited though. It was silk and satin, white as the mountain snow, layers of tulle sat under the skirt giving it poof and body, it was overlaid with rows of off white pearls. The bodice was embroidered with silver white trim that matched the trim on the bottom of the long sleeves of lace. It was heavy and uncomfortable, the style a little outdated, but it showed off wealth and it resembled in many ways the gown Rivka’s mother had worn. Despite the fact it took a little practice to move in it Rivka loved it.

But what really got her excited, and nervous, was the thought of marrying a hero like Jaster. It was all over Everglow how he had defeated those orcs and saved a woman and little girl. And to think, soon that hero would be her husband. All of the fears of the letter had been cast away, when Rivka heard the story. Freyr too was glad for the exploit. The more acclaim Jaster won for himself before the wedding the more esteem the match would gain for his house. The only one really who still remembered the contents of the letter was Mrs. Waxheart, she wasn’t naive enough to believe that just because a man acted the part of a hero in public it meant he was a good man in private. What had happened to Alyssa Blackthorne was not often talked about but it was no secret either.

“Oh Mrs. Waxheart,” Rivka gushed, “soon I’ll be a Blackthorne. Do you think Jaster will like me? I’ll be married to a hero. But I wish I was prettier, I wish I could hear better..”

“Shhh.” The nurse interrupted, “Of course he’ll like you, how couldn’t he. And you are pretty enough. Its ok if you’re nervous.”

Rivka let Clarissa help her dress, waiting until the other ladies were out of the room to express her fears.

“Its just,” she said quietly, “I’ll miss Briochi so much, and the mountains, I wish I looked around more before I left. I know we’ll have to spend time there...but it won’t be my home anymore. And I don’t know anyone on Stormrise Island. I don’t even know Jaster. I don’t know how to be a wife. What if I’m not good at it?”

“You’ve been training your whole life to be a good wife haven’t you?” Clarissa asked reassuringly, “You know what to do, maybe try to talk a little less, but you’ll be fine.”

“What about the other things?” she asked a little abashedly then whispered, “what about the wedding night? I don’t know what to do.”

Clarissa looked a little uncomfortable with this, but someone had to assuage her fears and better her then Freyr. She sighed.

“You won’t have to know what to do, just do what your husband tells you. Men know...what to do.” She said a little unsure.

“Does it hurt?” she asked.

“Only a little and just the first time.” Clarrisa said with a nervous laugh. “after that its a wonderful thing, that’s when your husband really falls in love.”

“It’s hardly something to worry about.” She said straitening the tie at the back of Rivka’s dress. “If you need to worry about something worry about your father, he’s so stressed over the party, running to and fro like a disorganized woman.”

Rivka laughed. Freyr probably was more nervous about the wedding then her. He was running about all over town making sure things were in order. There’s would be a smaller party then the Sabre-Blackthorne union but it would be a huge celebration none the less. Plus their home was full of guests from Briochi and the Vennet territory, many of them upset about what Freyr had given up to secure this marriage. But he hoped at least the high regard for Jaster as a fighter would stop anyone from doing anything rash.
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Post by Shakey Jake » Sat Jan 24, 2015 12:25 am

Everglow University, The Golden Mile.
A Building With Four Walls And Tomorrow Inside~ Everglow University motto.

Everglow University was established in 284AE when a group of scholars and mystics came together to try and understand how the demons had poured into the world during the brutal age known as The Demon Wars. Though a small gaggle of thinkers at first they quickly became a shining beacon of education and free thought within the city. It was not always the pillar of Everglow society as it is today. The university and the temple were once sworn enemies. A place of liberal and controversial ideas Everglow University was a great concern to the Grand Clerics of the time who used their power and coin to eventually take over much of the university. To this day the university remains an issue for those entrenched in traditional thought but with the rise of more modern houses the vice grip that the Temple of Aradia once had on all Everglowian affairs has now loosened and they no longer possess the swing to censor various avenues of education. Despite its humble begins the university has become a massive hub that has expanded and swallowed up much of the southern district of The Golden Mile. Though many try to uphold the core ideology of learning first it is no secret that the university has become a booming business, especially during The Everglow Festival.
Akara Delaqua was not amused. None of the mages were. It was The Everglow Festival and that meant one thing...everyone was now an enchanter. Usually the enchanting services the university provided for the city were handled by a specialist group. Every time the festival rolled around they would say that this is the year that they would be able to meet the demand but it never happened. All magic users were then roped into enchanting items for the festival. There were two kinds of enchanters at the university. Those who handled weapon, scroll and accessory enchantments for combat and those who were rather cruelly called the 'mundanes'. The mundanes enchanted items for common usage. Some domestic magic for the rich. The mundanes may have been scoffed at but the coin they made was payment enough to ignore the mystical snobbery within the institution. Akara was on glowstone duty. This was when fancy stones were connected on a piece of rope and enchanted to shine brightly. These glowstrings, as they were called in common parlace, were usually used to decorate store fronts. She was rather glad to be on glowstring duty, last time she had worked on enchanted canisters which were meant to keep tea or other beverages just below boiling point. It was a tricky job that was easy to under or overshoot. The school of magic was abuzz with people making items for the festival. Several refused to use their magical skills for the purposes of pretty lights, they would lock themselves up in their quarters or scurry off to dusty corners in the library. Akara never protested. The university had its part to play and this was it, not only did it make coin but it showed a less frightening side of magic. When she had finished a particularly large glowstring she looked at it and felt a sudden surge of excited. It was festival time!

The Barracks, The Bronze Way.
Guardsman Roth frowned as the Captain of the Guard explained that he wanted The Halfmoon District locked down for the festival. The Captain was of noble blood and had very little time for the poor of the city, Roth hated him. The Captain explained that The Halfmooner's were violent and therefore should not be allowed to celebrate with the city that they were a stain upon. The Captain's eyes fell on Roth who had never been able to hide his feelings.
"Guardsman, are you ill? You look pained." The Captain said knowing full well that it was his words that were causing pain. House Roth'Garr had been above the Captain's noble house in rank before the fire that had destroyed them. The Captain of the Guard seemed to delight in paying special attention to the sole survivor of a house now dead, he liked to remind Ethan Roth'Garr or Roth as he was now known that he was noble no more.
"No, I'm fine Captain." Guardsman Roth said as politely as he could manage.
"Excellent, because I want you to oversee the operation." The Captain informed him "No Halfmooner's."
The meeting went on for a long while. There was a lot to discuss to ensure that the festival would be a safe one. Roth barely paid attention as his mind was locked on the terrible thought of preventing the poor of the Halfmoon District from entering the city. He decided then and there that he would find a way to bring the festival to them.
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Emerald's Appearance-

Kavi, or rather 'Emerald', seemed to sprout up after Attia's father had his moment. A perfect specimen of orcish beauty, gleaming bright green skin and crystal blue eyes. Her hair was ebony black and swept to one side of her face but kept short elsewhere save for a few braids. She was wet from a chilled bath she took daily. She was a 'clean' orc; one that was civilized, rational, and above all else; sexy as hell to just about everyone. she was also vicious, cunning, and strong. The perfect mixture for her Lady. She also kept herself hairless save for her head and wore improper clothing for the social climate she was in.

Kavi was a walking confrontation to Everglow nobles in every sense; a selling point for why Attia kept her around. she wasn't meant for noble life which made it easy for her to slip around normal citizens and perform Attia's bidding. She was also extremely kind hearted and motherly to a fault in that she would never let even a strand of hair be touched on Attia's head without permission unless one would enjoy losing an arm. It was in this way she was a lot like Cleopatra the Panther as it also seemed to find it's way into the lady's chambers after being called upon. The cat and herself shared a glance, both loved Attia to an overprotective and vicious degree. Both found that to be acceptable and have an agreement to be nice to one another so as not to cause a headache. Emerald lightly scratched the large cat behind her ears comfortingly before addressing Attia. She was dressed in a knee length blue dress with a fairly sized window to her bust. A provocative woman, she did this sort of thing on purpose.

"Attia, is there anything you happen to need my dear?" she asked softly, such a good caretaker to be looking after her charge even when her plans seemed to encounter the worst blocks

Puppetry of the Damned-

Kal puked up something of a fierce drug; someone had laced his hog meat with spider venom; enough to kill any mortal but only enough to slow the corrupted high elf down a bit and restrict his muscle control. This was on top of another something in his mead, most likely orc's fist but even more potent. His head swam from the overdose, but thankfully Vi-Grak purged it from his system before too much more could be done than some sloppy moves and foggy vision.

"Someone is on to us, and wants us gone. Get out of here!" the demon boomed inside the man's head as he stumbled from the tavern like a drunkard into the dawn of the Everglow Plains. This small hamlet named 'Firefly's Wing' was situated just thirty miles from the capitol and was surrounded by farms. Kal wasn't quite sure who could be after him, Mileena was only in the city; she was the reason he left in the first place. Those weird Viper gangsters weren't an issue with him either. Divan and his cronies didn't know the hybrid existed....who then? He wandered farther way from the city as he thought hopefully to avoid an ambush, would they ambush him going away from the city though?

It was in that moment of thought Kal's answer came in the form of three cloaked figures. One with blue eyes that dug into hsi very soul and burned at Vi-Grak. The second had white milky eyes and a scar running along above the eyebrow and down the cheek a ways, his gaze was cold and lifeless. The last was sheer black and it moved at him in a blinding pace. They had poisoned him to stop him from being able to defend himself when they came. But they were wrong to underestimate him as he shot off an incinerating volley of heat at the group even as the black eyed creature charged.

His powers were nullified as the creature shifted it's charge away and the blue eyed cloak leap off tot he side, the last one fired off an equally troubling volley of intense ash and hatred overcoming Kal's and swallowing his magic. Vi-Grak forcibly took control at this point turning into the inferno monster that he was, and erupted in a show of fury burning the surrounding area as he lunged for the void wielder. But he let loose from his palm a powerful push of agony and choking soot to knock the demon back a ways as the black eyed abomination came from behind.

Vi-Grak roared a challenge and swung his arms at both to disintegrate them, but the black eyed one left again and the void user lopped his arm clean off with a mighty claymore pulled from his back. Vi-Grak roared in pain and faced the man only to have the black eyed one return a final time. This time slapping on something to the demon's back, a purge glyph, Vi-Grak was helpless as he was ripped from Sanistar and sealed into a vial imbued with odd magic runes. the whit eeyes one placed it under his cloak as Kal looked at them and drew Sleyar to attempt to fight back.

It was for naught however as he soon lost his arm when the black eyed one lopped it off and the blue one eagerly drank it's contents. Kal was left screaming in horrific pain and agony as they descended upon, him silencing the corrupted elf forever.

"This was step one, relieving Everglow of an unknown scourge of a demon in it's midst" Morgan said around the bones and clothing of what was once Kal Sanistar. His skin, digestive tract, and his gouged out skull were left hanging up in the tree; but his muscles, other organs, and blood had been devoured by Morgan's counterparts. Ordin the Black Elf snapped a femur enjoying it's marrow as Morgan spoke while Akiri was finishing up licking the damn ribcage dry. Morgan couldn't blame their hunger; he had given them the promise of eating their first target in exchange for not ceasing for five days straight. Akiri had been growing weaker by the minute and Ordin could get aggravating when he felt the need.

"Step two will be figuring out what the hell is going on. I think it's time I got back to a more human look" Morgan's body type seemed to shift from a ghastly revenant to that of a virile older man with sharp gray eyes and a hard jaw. Akiri nodded in approval holding his thumb up while Ordin laughed speaking in old elven "You look like a grandfather, may want to switch your garments too" This was true they all needed better clothing if they were going to fit into Everglow. They could most likely steal it from one of the farm houses or within the hamlet. They all began to place their equipment back into a personal shared hammerspace. It was a large backpack they shared among one another that connected with a personal space filled with their equipment. All funded by their masters of course. Morgan led the way once more leaving the terrifying scene for passerby to see.
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The ride to the tropics had been terrible for Ursula. She had never been on a boat and she had spent most of the ride sick or at least queasy. Even when she was able to get out of her cabin she found she did not like life on a ship. Everything was small and cramped and everywhere was crowded, there was no earth and very little plant life. The smell was different then anything she’d experienced before.

Still she tried to find ways to be helpful. Idleness was enough to drive her crazy, she was always one to be working or learning. But she had found herself more then a little awkward at making friends. Most people on her ship seemed strange and many of them hardened and cold.

She had started to feel more then a little resentment at her mother for sending her off like this. She was going to miss the biggest party in the world, balls and dancing, music and food like she’d never experienced, for this. For choppy waters and cramped quarters. Did Mileena just want her out of the way so she could enjoy herself? Ursula imagined her shopping and talking, going around having fun. She wondered if in a way she’d been abandoned again.

So when they stopped for supplies she was one of the first to get off. After walking around a bit the land finally stopped feeling lie it was swaying like the ship. She had never seen so much sand! She went to examine one of the tall, skinny trees protruding from the beach. She had never seen such a tree. She felt the rough bark. It took her mind off all the gloomy thoughts as she wondered about this tree, where it got its nutrients, how old it was. There was some peace in just feeling the living earth energy coming from the tree.
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Tropics-

There must've been a dozen, all ranging in colored fur but recognizable lugging around a quantity of fish from the waters and up on the sandy beach. Folks of Birhor, the native high feline population, they said nothing to the many adventurers lazing about around them as they were hard at work transporting the fish to be cooked up by Tropics citizens and guests. Some looked at their relatives who had joined the journey to the Untamed Isle, some gave curious glances to some of the elves, but they never broke stride. When a pack of small cubs came out looking for their meals they were tossed fishes and scurried back off to their families who were watching some of the expedition with wary judging eyes. The High Felines and their cousins were everywhere on this island and were one of the major reasons it was such a tropical paradise. They tended to everyone's needs including raising the wild cats to be domestic in a sense to the people of the island. The cats were soon gone with their bounty.

A Mage's Duties-

Divankul had decided that he would rather not get wrapped up in some of the politicking that took place in the early hours of the festival; of course he'd have to get around to speaking with everyone and playing nice around Dominic and his unbearably stupid son. but for the time being he was helping his fellow mages by enchanting high level exorcism magic into weapons and armor crafted and donated by the Fairmane Smithy. These were going to be high end items that packed a wallop of magical energy. Divankul was in his element here. As the only real master exorcist who wasn't drowning himself in paperwork and avoidance tactics his skills were invaluable for meeting a bottom line on the equipment they were offering up. Sure people brought heir own items to enchant but the smart money was purchasing the University's gear thanks to the eyes for quality.
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Post by Shakey Jake » Wed Jan 28, 2015 9:19 am

The Tropics
Reyn did not feel like resting any more. Lying on the sand with Zestia had seemed like the greatest idea ever a mere hour ago but now the Dark Elf was bored, life with Wood Elves would do that to you, the creatures simply had to be doing something at all times. Zestia was snoring softly so there was not much chance of conversation. For a little while she watched the goings ons of the local people and High Felines, it seemed laid back. Though they were doing everything that the dock workers in Everglow would be doing the pace was less frantic. Getting to her feet she walked the length of the beautiful beach, she saw Ursula standing alone by a tree and headed over to her.
"A beautiful place is it not?" She said drew level "People always said The Tropics water was blue, I never thought it would be this blue. How do you find the heat? Apparently all work stops at midday and resumes in the afternoon because of the sun. They do things differently here. The Birhor people of the Isle do not celebrate the Everglow Festival, they have four days of honouring their dead with sombre celebrations and reflection. Sounds more appealing than the wild party that occurs in the city. When I lived with the Wood Elves we did not celebrate the occasion because it meant that the spiders had four whole days of night cover to press forward. Well variety is the spice of life as they say."
This beach filled with its fishermen and women, wooden huts and boats scattered around was not the side of the beach that the nobles tended to use. This area was centred around the business of living on such a land. The beach gave away to a steep hill that was filled with stone properties. These houses were the living spaces of the beach workers. As far as worker slums went they were rather nice indeed. Further up and away from these houses one could see the noble villas, most senate houses of Everglow kept a villa here to escape to when plagues or cold or enemies came knocking back in Everglow. The Sabre villa was of course the biggest and grandest, a glittering palace that rivalled the lush waters in beauty. Most people on isle had long ago assimilated in the life of work and commerce that the Sabre's brought with them. Those who did not lived as traditional Birhor people in the jungle. One may assume that this caused conflict on the Isle but the chieftains of the ever dwindling Birhor tribes are well aware that to move against the Sabre would mean eradication, plus most of the island folk simple did not want to go back to living in the green. They liked their houses and their wages and their trips to Everglow once a year as a gift from Lord Sabre.
Those with an eye for business would see how well the Sabre business operated. Enchanted ice boxes were in a perpetual cycle of being loaded on ships and loaded off. The fruits and wines being kept fresh with the use of a little ice magic. It was a tight operation and an impressive one at that. The Sabre's had pioneered mass and frequent exporting into and out of Everglow, their ships were hard and fast, their docks were expertly maintained and their workers were skilled. House Mac'Tir had been ousted by House Sabre many moons ago but those who saw the Sabre operation in action understood how this ultra efficient and work horse minded house managed to pull it off.

House Sabre, Platinum Gardens.
Attia looked Kavi up and down "That is a whole lot of tit you have on display my dear." she said raising her eyebrows "Let me guess, all this talk of marriage has made you jealous? You want a husband. Oh...excellent...I shall find you one. Let's see..." Attia grinned "...he needs to be tall, green, tough, tender but willing to pound you and of course well hung...or would you prefer a she? I can never keep track on who or what you're sharing a bed with on a day to day basis." Attia joked patting the side of her leg for Cleopatra to come to her. The cat did as instructed and sat next to Lady Sabre, a soft rumbling purr came from it was she tickled at its head "Do I need anything?" she repeated and then thought for a moment "No, I have my dresses all ready for the festival plus ten backup dresses. I have my dressers on standby at all times everything should go smoothly. What are your plans for the festival? You are free to do as you please of course. I hear that there is a wrestling competition being held in The Bronze Way, winner gets one thousand gold." One thousand gold probably was not very much money to Kavi who had been in Attia's employ for years and made around that in a week "Could be fun. Do you think I could wrestle?" Flexing her arm and seeing that her muscle barely had any presence she huffed "I suppose I'll stick to prancing and dancing. You can do the bashing and slashing."
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Tala Wa' and T'suni Na'. The Tropics.
Tala jumped from the ship to the dock in excitement, as she had never left the Silk Woods before this expedition. "T'suni! Look, the High Felines! And all these plants! I wonder what they are." She said excitedly, her white hair shining in the sun, as the hood of her cloak had fallen back when she jumped over the ship railing. At a more sedate pace T'suni followed, having used the ramp that was just placed between the upper deck and the dock. He chuckled when he reached Tala, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Come, lets get the horses out for a stretch before we head off again, might do the creatures good."

Glancing back at T'suni, Tala realized he was right, and nodded her head. "I'll go get them ready then, how many are we taking out for the first batch? Hm probably twenty at a time, so half this ship?" Together they turned back to the ship while Tala decided on which horses to take. There was only forty horses on board, but the smell was already coming up from the hold. T'suni stopped to talk with the captain to approve the movement while Tala walked down the ramp to start getting a few horses ready. The captain said it was fine, and he'd get a couple of other people to clean stalls while Tala and T'suni took out the horses, but recommended that only three or four be taken out at a time.

T'suni went down the ramp just as Tala was bringing up the first two horses, her excitement almost palpable, though he had to joke with her. "I didn't say we had approval, did I?" She stopped and stared at him, while the horses snorted and shoved her because of the sudden stop. "But..." T'suni shook his head and laughed at her. "Only ten at a time, gives the youngsters a chance to clean properly." Tala walked up to him and smacked him on the shoulder, glaring, then continued up the ramp coaxing the horses to follow her up.

Tala walked the pair of horses she had around the deck til she got to the second ramp that lead to the dock, then paused and gave each horse a good face rub before leading them down at a calm pace. The horses pranced the whole way as she lead them off the dock to the beach and walked in circles waiting for T'suni to bring a couple more.

T'suni had far more trouble then Tala did, and he had only brought one horse, but he was not the animal trainer she was. He tried pulling the horse up the first ramp out of the hold, and the horse just stared at him refusing to put more then two feet on the ramp. He coaxed and begged and pulled, looking quite comedic as he did so, til finally he walked around the horse and gave a push on its rear end. "Move." The horse raced up the ramp, dragging T'suni along, then stopped at the top and looked down at T'suni, wondering why the elf was laying on the deck, barely moving. T'suni just stared back at the horse and groaned, not wanting to get up, but he did and lead the horse across the deck to the other ramp. He was nervous the horse would refuse to go down the ramp, but kept walking anyway, praying that the horse wouldn't act up and be crazy. The trip down was uneventful, much to his relief, and T'suni joined Tala for the walk on the beach with the horses, though Tala did noticed T'suni was in pain and thinking something over.
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Post by Skummy the Kitty » Thu Jan 29, 2015 3:34 am

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Kavi took Attia's joking about finding the older orc a suitor as a delightfully friendly jab at her tendency to bed young orc men and women on a nearly constant basis. She had a thing for those who could tame her but everyone seemed to fall short; still it was fun hunting. "No ma'am, I'm quite happy hunting for myself; I doubt you'd find any man or woman out there able to handle me. I'm quite a wild bitch" she had no regards for proper speech, again she was an orc and loved to test nobles. She also enjoyed showing off her bust so the more she showed the more prideful she was feeling that day about her body. "I am glad your dressers have attended to you so well Attie, as for the wrestling I feel as though I may join in for fun- not that I need the gold. I already have enough to retire comfortably till my end and raise a litter of kids" she giggled a bit when Attia showed off her dainty arm "Dear, you can break men with your words, that's far sharper than any blade. But of course I will make sure that if that fails they get broken in half" she looked around for a moment and nodded accordingly.
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Murakawa, The Golden Mile


Murakawa strolled boldly down the high road towards the guard barracks, the four soldiers he had elected to bring with him clearing the way for him. Moving imposingly before their master, and shoving those in the way out of Murakawa's path when necessary. The merchant paid them little attention, his thoughts too preoccupied with the events of the day so far and what awaited him. After breakfasting with his wife, an adequate meal by the household staff in contrast to Alexis's fine cooking, the man had taken a moment to don his fine cape before two had walked down to the clothier's shop. It had rained a little on their way, but it was nothing an attendant with an umbrella couldn't keep off the Master and Mistress. The elderly man had been quite pleased to see them, animatedly complimenting his own work and criticizing a new store that had opened in town, the Sabre's new store, the Emporium. The man's enthusiastic curses at Henriik Sabre prompted a polite smile from the store owner's client, though behind those sly eyes, Murakawa had no thoughts of mirth. He had studied the families of Aradia before making this journey. Henriik Sabre seemed like a clever and cunning man, but not the sort to reliably run a new enterprise. Particularly so far from the Tropics. He accepted the store owner's copy of the Glow however. It would be interesting to see what the paper had to say about his new competitor.
He waited patiently for a few moments as his wife and the store owner's daughter stepped behind a curtain to adjust the gown they had prepared. A gentle chime emerged from his pocket. Was he already due at the Guard? Perhaps he and his darling Alexis had tarried too long back at the Tea House. The merchant stepped towards the curtain, politely making his excuses to his dear, promising to meet her for lunch at a fine restaurant--one of his, of course. Quite a pity. He had been looking forward to seeing her in the new gown he had invested so much kyou into. But this journey had hadn't been without note. He would have to review his Guild's financial records in Aradia, and assess the potential damage this new Emporium may have caused. Airily ordering the bulk of his guard to remain in attendance with his wife, he had set out for the barracks.

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Murakawa, The Guard Barracks


As Roth and the Captain concluded their business, a knock at the door roused their attention. The Captain barked for the intruder to enter before the figure of one of their subordinates, Guardsman Bakaarat, appeared at the door. The two knew the Dark Elf was the officer on duty at the barracks today. He saluted the two before speaking.

"Sir, there is a man here to see you. He says his name is--"

"I believe I am capable of giving my name, sir."

A humored voice and a chuckle interrupted the guardsman, the thin figure of a man of Oriental descent brushing his way past the guardsman. He was dressed in a long, flowing robe-like thing, made of fine silk and tied at the waist. Over his shoulders was a fur-lined cloak, to keep away the morning rain, though there was not a drop of rain upon it. Upon this cape's breast was set an embroidered Murasa, a kind of shell used in purple dyes. Hundreds of ships entered and left Aradia's port with that emblem on crates loaded with goods, bound for the Grey Coast. Fine pine sandals clicked against the stone floor, alongside the solitary tap of the end of the man's cane, which was embellished with gold and ivory. What stood out most however was the man's face. Lean, almost gaunt in places, with a deceptively thin chin rising to wider cheekbones, framing a gentleman's smile beneath a fox's eyes. The man stood at ease, calm among these two strangers and their guards elsewhere. The merchant in their midst bowed graciously, allowing them to see four foreigners in Oriental armor handing their weapons to the soldiers on duty.

"I am throwing a modest party in Everglow's harbor, to celebrate the coming noble marriages. On behalf of my noble guests, I have come to request the City Guard's assistance with ..." The richly dressed man gave a theatrical pause and motioned with his hand, a false impression of searching for a word he already had and implying in the process that it was an understatement of some sort. "... security. I will, of course, provide the Guard with a proportional private donation as an expression of my gratitude and good will toward the city's brave defenders."

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Everglow City, The Docks.
Captain Gristle coughed as he woke, the taste of last nights beer and pipe clinging to the back of his throat. Sitting up the world spun for a moment, at his side lay a naked woman sleeping softly. Butting her with his elbow he grumped "Get up. Get out." Putting his head in his hand he prayed silently that the hangover would stop there, that it would not travel his entire body and make him as fragile as a newborn.
"Dun' you f*ckin' elbow me you son of a bastard." The woman snapped as she got up out of the bed and pulled her cheap dress back on "I wan' my gold. Now." Everyone knew that to refuse a whore payment was to make an enemy of her, her lady friends and possibly the man who controls them. It was just easier to pay. The story of Wendy the Wicked Wench was still told in all the inns of Everglow. Now residing on The Island of the Damned, Wendy had spend several years murdering the men who wanted her services. One of Everglow's numerous serial killers.
"You want payment for that performance?" Captain Gristle mocked but still tossed her a coin purse.
The woman caught the coin purse with speedy ease "Lovuh, I didn't av' much to work wiv' did I?" she laughed and walked out of the room.
Captain Gristle frowned and looked down at his Johnson "B*tch."
Shakily he got dressed and splashed his face with some cold water that was in a bowl on the side. It helped little. Leaving his cabin he walked up onto the deck and felt his hangover instantly evaporate "LAZY F*CKING SWINES!" he screamed when he saw that the crew of his humble fishing boat were nowhere to be seen. The evening before he had left them in his small warehouse with a bag of Sabre's best, cheapest, magic tobacco and a case of Sabre's best, cheapest, wine. He was stomping over there now. The festival didn't start until sundown and he wanted to get in some last minute fishing, there was always some noble who didn't have enough fish and would pay way above the usual price to get extra quickly. The door caught as he tried to push it. As it always did. Cursing he gave it a boot and it opened. The warehouse was in total darkness, wooden shutters still closed. Windows in these parts were smashed by the local filth almost as soon as they were installed, sometime during, sometimes before.
"Wake up you filthy bastards!" He shouted as he moved to open the shutters. Something bumped into his head, something he couldn't at all place. The strangest sensation he had ever felt. Yanking the shutters open light bathed into the warehouse, the light did not help, he could see now but within was still the darkest most horrifying scene he had ever witnessed.
The crew were all floating around in what could only be described as bubbles. Curled up inside like little babes they were wearing the clothes they had on last night but the crew of young men were aged, withered, dead, drained of life. Captain Gristle realised what had touched his head was one of the bubbles that held a crew member. Reaching forward he poked it. The bubble responded in slow motion, rippling slightly and beginning to drift off in the direction he had poked it. When they caught the light the bubbles had a very slight purple sheen, not the kind of purple that spoke of nobility but the kind of purple one would find on a nasty bruise. Something had eaten his crew!

The Hag's Cure, The Bronze Way.
"Gertrude...I am positively stuffed!" Mileena laughed as she breezed around the small hovel of a store, she felt young and filled with energy. Gertrude sniggered. The old woman had been a long time associate of the demon Mileena, or Mileena the Mad as history knew her, and was in a constant state of awe at the creature. Just over six feet tall, Mileena inhabited the body of a beautiful high elf. Long slender arms and legs, void black hair with violet eyes. It was whispered that during the demon wars Mileena had helped the senate on the condition that an ancient elven house give a daughter for her to possess. Mileena and the house were old enemies and she had relished in the chance to take something so precious from them, she had kept the form ever since to remind those who dared to remember what happens when she is crossed. The official records state that this is a mere rumour and that even in grave times such as The Demon Wars the senate would never feed a noble lady to a demon. The true history of the matter is that the elven family in question were hated by all and when taken in context the story is not so unbelievable, it remains unconfirmed.
"I had forgotten what it is like to be single beautiful elven maiden in this city. Too long being a mother." Mileena continued "Oh those fisherman were desperate to get their hands on me." running her hands down her deathly pale skin, which also seemed to have the slightest violet sheen, "Fools. To think I would lower myself. Aaaah with Ursula out of the way I can truly enjoy the Everglow Festival..."
Gertrude grinned "A feast?"
A smile spread across Mileena's perfect high elf face "A feast."

The Barracks.
The Captain's tone and demeanour completely altered when he saw that a noble man had come to visit. Roth almost rolled his eyes as the captain of the guard, a man who was supposed to be the strong arm of the law turned into a simpering little maiden with wet underclothes. "My noble sir it would be an honour to provide security at you party." it was quite well known that with enough gold one could get the guards to do anything "Guardsman Roth here used to be a nobleman, he shall see to it that you get the proper people for the job. Roth, I assume you remember what is and is no appropriate for a noble gathering?"
Roth took a sharp breath and nodded "Of course Captain, I'll see it to. No problem." The Captain made his excuses and left the room in a hurry "The Captain is hosting a party of his own. That is why he is so eager to dash off. One would assume the safety of the city and its people would be more important than silk and dancing." Roth spoke and then straightened "Forgive me my lord, I spoke out of turn." he hated this part, deferring to nobles as if they were special. Roth had been on either side of the wall. Noble and poor. He knew for a fact that you would find more special people in The Halfmoon District than in Platinum Gardens "As the captain said. I am familiar with noble gatherings and will make sure that the proper guards are assigned."

House Sabre.
"Urgh...what a dirty mouth you have." Attia smirked, she shifted to look Emerald straight in the eyes "You will not be attending me at the weddings. As you know my father is not...a friend of yours and people do talk." she did not say this with any malice it was a fact that it wasn't considered proper for Attia to have an orc as a principle lady in waiting but she mostly ignored it "You are free to do as you please. I will of course have you in my service for the rest of the festival. I won't have people thinking I have been whittled down to their ways of thinking. Just for the weddings themselves. I don't want you distracting people. I intend to dazzle."
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“It is lovely.” Ursula agreed. “Though blue or not I think I’ve seen enough water for now. I’ve never been on a boat or off the mainland. I’ve never been to a party either, I was so looking forward to the festival. Before this expedition.”

Her voice sounded more sombre, “but I guess protecting the world from demons is more important then a party.”

She was a little unsure about the spider comment, she didn’t see why anyone would try to stop the spiders from going about as they pleased, it wasn’t like they were hurting anyone (at least with the biased knowledge she had). But she didn’t say anything about that. She remembered the wood elves she’d met with her mother. They were an ignorant bunch.

“The last Everglow Festival I was just a girl, my mother was busy,” she laughed a little, “And all by myself the dark scared me even though I understood why. I’ve grown up a lot since the last time I guess.”

She looked away as she said it. She didn’t feel grown up. She felt disappointed, lonely and a little frightened.
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Jaster

The Griffin's Gardens occupied a rather large amount of space in comparison to the other noble's sections, Jaster reflected as Vesper navigated her way through the trimmed blackberry bushes and marble sculptures which surrounded his family's mansions. Then again he supposed it was a necessity. Short of actually building one's manor from gold, there was no easier way to display affluence than through land ownership. And when in direct competition with the other nobles over such a small space, it was more impressive still.

"I see the famous bard Jon of Green Wood is to make an appearance for your sister's wedding," Jacques called to him.

Jaster's lip curled. "Are you a fan of his, cousin?"

"Perish the thought. I would sooner declare myself a fan of syphilis."

"Tis somewhat egotistical to declare fanaticism for oneself, is it not?"

He heard Jacques snort. "That is why I am not doing it."

They drew to a halt outside Blackthorne Manor itself, a vast construct of black marble that seemed far more a castle than its name suggested. Most of the archetypes of Thunderlands architecture were present and correct in the Blackthornes' home away from home; the high, thin windows, the circular turrets rising from the side, and the elevated keep-like-structure in the center.

"It strikes me as odd that you should be observing the details of my sister's marriage so closely," Jaster remarked as he dismounted from his horse.

"Odd?" Jacques sneered. "How can it be odd when every aspect of the bloody thing is being obsessed over across the entire city? Can't go anywhere in these Gardens anymore without knocking into some Sabre emissary or other."

"I would not exactly name them as my favorite among the Southern families," Jaster conceded, "But the relations between the two houses are sadly necessary. How else will your lord father fill his coffers--?"

He'd been checking his swordbelt, and now hesitated when he looked up to see Jacques' eyes fixed on something else.

"Knox," his cousin spat.

Turning, Jaster saw an entourage crossing the plaza to meet their own. They wore black and red, and on their surcoats was emblazoned a distinctive seal--a closed onyx fist. The man at the head of this pack was black-haired and sharp-featured, wolfish in his countenance, his deepset eyes darting quickly about in their sockets as if the mind behind them was working too quickly to process visual information normally.

"Sir Preston Knox," Jaster greeted him without much enthusiasm, pressing an armored fist over his heart in a salute to the newcomer. "I would say it is pleasing to meet you, but alas I am told it is impolite to lie."

Preston Knox grinned a toothy grin. "Aye, Blackthorne. If I were in your position I would also take care as to how I phrased my words..."

"I take it you have come here to threaten us then? Or do you make a hobby out of strolling through enemy territory?"

"With any luck, neither," Knox replied. "I am merely here to remind you that the House who you just oh-so-heroically rescued from those Orcs was one of our bannermen before you gave them ideas."

Jaster cocked an eyebrow. "Odd. They seemed perfectly willing to declare their loyalty to the Thunderlands before the rescue. Perhaps it is more inspiring to have a liege-lord willing to actually help one's family, as opposed to merely squatting in the Platinum Gardens and complaining over perceived slights."

"Perceived slights, indeed?" Knox looked quickly from Jaster to Jacques to their squires and back again. "I suggest you re-educate yourself on the meaning of the term perceived. My objection is that your family has a rather long history of stealing from mine...bastard."

Jaster rolled his eyes, while beside him Jacques leered. Members of House Knox loved harping on about this technicality in inheritance rights that had happened centuries ago, which would supposedly entitle them to lordship over the Thunderlands. Birthrights were a tenuous thing in the Isles of Aradia--there was no real way to prove who had been born at what time and where. The noble system was slightly more strict about this thanks to rigid systems of documentation, but it did not stop spats like this from arising. This disagreement had resulted in centuries of fighting with the Knoxes.

"I doubt Preston Blackthorne has quite the same ring to it, does it, cousin?" Jaster inquired.

Jacques' hand rested on the pommel of his broadsword. "I doubt any name would suit a living rot such as this pretender. If those of his ilk had been given dominion over our entitlements, the House would have collapsed centuries ago."

"Now there's something we can both agree on for once. Let us talk no more of ancient squabbles--we have won the allegiance of this House, their lands and their wealth--which I am told is not vast, making your reaction all the more puzzling. That is how the political sphere works, Sir Preston, a fact which I am surprised no-one has taught you."

Preston put one hand on the flat-headed mace he had slung across his back. "I will not stand and be insulted and allow you to steal from me. I demand that you renounce dominion over them."

"No," Jaster said flatly. "I will not. Now if you will be so kind as to get off our land..."

Knox bared his teeth. The entourage behind him were starting to get angry as well. "I shall make this clearer for you, lackwit. This is not a request. This is a DEMAND."

Jaster put one hand on his broadsword. Jacques outright drew his. The blue-robed, feathered-helmed Blackthorne guards by the doors also moved forward apprehensively.

"YOU WILL RETURN WHAT YOU HAVE TAKEN FROM US!" Knox snapped. "OR I SHALL--"

"--raise your voice even higher, perhaps?" a new voice rang out over the plaza.

Everyone turned at once. Advancing down the steps of the mansion's entrance was Talia Blackthorne. The Knox party had fallen silent, and some of them even looked ashamed. That was the effect Jaster's twin always seemed to have on the opposite sex, one he himself was quite grateful to be immune to. He was not quite sure what it was; perhaps her coloration, the copper-red hair and vivid blue eyes that were almost exclusively present in those descended from Stormlords. Perhaps it was her intellect, her knack for subtle manipulations. Perhaps it was the steely air she seemed to acquire when angered. Or, most likely, it was simply that she had inherited her grandmother's exquisite physical beauty.

"People often acredit you for the things you say, Sir Preston," Talia said calmly as she came to a halt at the foot of the steps. "But people rarely congratulate you for the volume at which you say them..."

"My lady Blackthorne," Knox grunted, saluting her grudgingly. Jaster smirked at him, amused by the sudden change in his tune.

Talia inclined her head in reply. "Now if I must arbitrate upon this...hm...discussion, I should remind you that the House Branfield, over whom you claim dominion, was not fully sworn to your family, if I remember my studies correctly. You merely had trade relations with them. As for an unbound family such as the Branfields, it is stated in the second amendment of the Senate Inheritance Rights Agreement that they may swear allegiance to whomever they wish. Does this make the situation in any way clearer to you?"

Knox scratched his pointed chin, clearly aggravated. "You will place embargoes upon their trade with our homeland, the Three Towers. I shall not allow..."

"Why, Sir Preston," Jaster's sister smiled sweetly, "Why ever would we do that? Our Houses have reached a truce, have we not?"

The Knox party were looking at each other, clearly annoyed. Their leader was scowling. "If I catch wind of a betrayal..."

"I'm sure the mighty forces of the Towers shall wreak devastation upon us," Jaster said agreeably, "Just as they have attempted to do all the other times they failed to invade us."

"Get out," Jacques sneered for good measure.

Preston ground his teeth, turning on his heel and motioning for his guards to follow him out.

"I shall see to it you pay for your insolence, if not your robbery, Griffin!" he called out before vanishing behind a hedgerow.

Talia scowled after him. "I am quite bloody sick of those louts feigning outrage in order to pick a fight with us," she whispered to her twin. "I need to speak with you--would you care to accompany me to the Whirlpool Arena?"

Jaster nodded. Jacques made to follow them.

"Not you," Talia sighed in evident bemusement.

Their cousin halted, then stalked off, grumbling. "At least my betrothed won't f*ck horses more than me..."

"Perhaps that one is relative to Sir Preston," Jaster said brightly once he was out of earshot. "They seem to hate us to an equal degree."

His sister smiled sadly. "That would indeed make a lot of sense...come, we have things to discuss."

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Titus was trying his best to seem interested but it did not strike him as an overly difficult task. He and Talia would meet at the basin and feed each other some water. Many a man had made this mistake, on the day nerves could send ones arms into a tremble and splashing water on your bride was seen as a terrible omen. Sister Leliana had come to talk him through the service "Okay then from the top." she smiled sweetly and spoke with a soft voice, her accent and tone like a sweet birdsong "The bards and poets will do their piece and then you will walk down onto the altar through the crowd. Your father will accompany you. There you will wait for your bride to come. She will be joined by your sister and a high ranking male of her house. Once you are both at the altar the service will begin proper. Talia will present you with a chalice of House Blackthorne and you shall fill said chalice with sacred water. You will give her a sip and then she will do the same for you. Once that is done, you will both take seats and hold a small court of sorts. There will be performances, speeches and gifts. Do not wriggle in your chair, or yawn...do not yawn."
Titus nodded "I will not yawn." he said with a smirk.
"Mock me if you must but when you're sitting there and you feel a yawn coming on think back to this conversation." The sister was taking it all very seriously "Anyway, once the service is over you will then be carted to different areas of the city where you will be hosted and fully expected to have a wonderful time. Trust me when I say a wedding during the festival is exhausting."
"I understand. Thank you for taking the time to talk me through it." Titus replied gracefully "I'm sure a wonderful time shall be had by all."
Titus escorted the Sister out of the house himself and then flopped down onto one of the huge floor pillows, Tropics style, suddenly he couldn't stop thinking about accidentally spilling water all over Talia.

The Tropics.
Reyn listened to the girl speak and then pointed down at the ships "Look..." people were smuggling huge crates onto the boats "This is The Tropics, land of the wine. You may not be in Everglow to witness the party but you will certainly be at a party." It was rather well known that many liked to celebrate when they faced a potentially deadly situation. Reyn decided not to let Ursula know that the unspoken reason for parties onboard ships was to celebrate life before it ended. To be honest this was not truly one of those kind of parties. Most people did not believe they were travelling onto a demon infested island, but who could refuse a party? "Ursula..." Reyn never forgot a name, even when she had met hundreds of people "You are on an expedition to an Untamed Isle, a place untouched. You're here in The Tropics. The festival is fun for the first few hours then everyone is drunk, fighting, vomiting, sleeping or in an alleyway getting fiddled with. Thousands of people will be able to say that they were at the festival and that they can't remember much because they were so drunk. But only us on this beach will be able to say that we travelled to an unknown corner of Aradia to face down the enemies of good. I know which group of people I would rather be a part of." Reyn smiled and put a hand on Ursula's shoulder "You stick with me and you'll be fine. When we get back on the boats I'll make sure you're with me and Zestia. We'll keep eachother company, Zestia has the most outrageous stories that I need another witness to hear just so I know I'm not making things up." Reyn did not know why but she felt that urge to be there for Ursula again. When the girl had first walked into the requirement area back in Everglow she had felt something about her something she did not yet understand. Perhaps spending spending more time with her would reveal more.
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Maria was enjoying the preparations for the festivities almost as much as she was going to enjoy the festivities. not only was the festival just about here but Murakawa's party would be int he midst of it. Barakul had even left her alone in the tea house as a measure of trust for Murakawa. Her hair as down today brushed past her multiple earrings showing off the small ornate designs that she wore. She was wearing something a bit more in the spirit of the times. A long blue dress that reached her knees and a purple shawl over her shoulders as she had a delightful conversation with the geisha that had sat at her table, most about the hustle and bustle of the city.

Kavi smirked "I take that as a compliment you know" she spoke of both her rude tongue and the fact she intimidated nobles and their precious status quo just with her presence "But I'm sure nobody will attempt anything at a wedding so I will accept this mistress, I'll spare your ears of my plans for my free roam of the festival- such activities are not suited for a lady to know about" she remained standing as she always did, until her mistress ordered her or dismissed her for the time being.
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Ursula liked Reyn’s words. They were on their way to be heros, to do something of note. Those on the mainland would just drink and party. It wouldn’t mean much, but what they were doing here would. It made her complaints and thoughts seem petty. But there was so much Ursula wanted to experience and do, and a human’s life was much shorter then and elf’s. And she wasn’t as confident as some that she would return alive. Mileena had taught her her history well. She knew about the last demon wars, the destruction and the death, it had almost been the end of the races of Aradia. And now they faced it again and she would be on the front lines. She hoped they found nothing, hoped even if they did she would come back alive. But at least her life would contribute to the good of the world. That didn’t mean she wasn’t scared, death was frightening. Especially the idea of dying before she got the chance to ever have a first kiss, before she got to see more of Aradia.

But she was excited by Reyn’s offer. She loved the idea of hearing stories and hopefully making friends. She felt so out of place among the jaded, confident and experienced adventures.

“that would be great.” Ursula replied with a smile, “I’d love to hear her stories, and yours. I’m afraid I don’t have many yet. I suppose I will soon though.”

if I live she added in the back of her mind. But still she smiled genuinely, maybe she could enjoy the rest of the ride more then the beginning.
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The Barracks


“Excellent to hear, Guardsman Roth.” The merchant said, one hand withdrawing into the sleeve of his kimono. It withdrew after a moment or two, clutching a piece of fine paper. The paper was marked in black ink, displaying what appeared to be the main thoroughfare from the gates of the Platinum Gardens, all the way down to the harbor district. Distinct symbols representing portions of the parade were clearly marked in blue ink, while advised locations for soldiers to stand guard were marked with red X's. “Here is the route our procession is going to take to the party at my trading company’s dockyards. My attendants have already made all the necessary preparations. They need only adequate protection, in case one of the more unrestrained members of the crowd attempt something unsightly."

The man let out a sigh, hands resting on his walking stick. A shadow flitted across his fox-like face, the warm and gregarious appearance now taking on a tired air. His expression was still open, but bleaker than before, perhaps implying he was weary of the great tragedies of the world.

"I fear ruffians and scoundrels are born among noble and commoner alike.”


The Oriental Tea House


Noriko gave a sweet, small smile to the Dark Elf noble she had been entertaining for the past couple hours. When she had arrived at the Tea House, the place had been virtually abandoned, save for workers retrieving this or that for the party down at the docks. Most of the Geisha were already down there, preparing stands for performers, stringing paper lanterns along the way, and arranging flowers and banquet tables on board the Yukiko Maru. Indeed, Noriko’s first reaction had been to tell Lady Maria they had been closed. That was before she caught sight of the comb in her hair however. With a gracious smile, Noriko had escorted her into the front parlor, brought out tea and small cakes, and had sat down with the noble lady.

Like most of Murakawa’s Geishas in the city, she had been born and raised in Tashikana and its colonies, falling on hard times before Murakawa and his followers took an interest in her. Unlike the rest of her fellow Geishas however, she was special. She had been specially picked and trained by Murakawa, among others. Specially trained, to be beautiful, elegant, refined, mysterious...and deadly. Though the unsuspecting fair young lady next to Noriko was entirely unaware those hands of hers were prepared to do tasks beyond flower arranging or calligraphy, Noriko had no intention of proving her deadly capabilities. Certainly not on one Murakawa regarded with such warmth and interest.

Noriko extended a hand, pouring a fresh cup of simmering tea into Maria’s teacup. The tea house was virtually deserted now, only the caretaker and a guard or two on the upper floor remained in the building, though Noriko did not feel disturbed by this seeming lack of security. Indeed, they were only a few hundred feet from the gates of the Platinum Gardens. A fair maiden’s scream could have twenty guards here in a matter of seconds at any time of day. One reason why the Master had so prized this location, and invested so much to secure it. Even were the street deserted, she had faith enough in her skills to protect their visitor, though she’d rather Lady Maria remain ignorant of her other talents.

Noriko let out a soft laugh, covering her mouth with one gentle hand as the two indulged in a polite bit of wordplay. She lowered her hands, her smile still in place as she gently gripped the edge of her own teacup.

“I am sure master Murakawa will be pleased to hear of your visit, Lady Dul-Sansiska. I regret to say we have few noble ladies who visit us here at the tea house, and fewer still who decide to visit us again. I fear some noble ladies of Aradia take us for mere painted dolls, lacking the refinement we hold so dear. Others mistake our poise for tameness, and think us too docile to be of interest to them and their wild designs.”


The Murakawa Trading Company Dockyard


“By Aradia, this is back-breaking...”

The Half-Mooner Raquette rose to her knees from where she had been crouched over, setting her hands against her back. Her spine gave a satisfying pop as she twisted it about. As the day of the party approached, Murakawa had sent word that the dockyard was to be ‘cleaned’ in anticipation of the event. Glancing about a few days before, she could tell the docks had needed it. Though the Grey Coast Trading Fleet’s docks had been clean--comparatively speaking--it was certainly no place for a party. Crates from ships had been piled all over the place, manure and dead rats could be found festering in the sun, and everything had been coated with a fine layer of dust. The workmen and sailors in the docks and aboard the Yukiko Maru had quickly set about cleaning the place, though as the custom house and the ship were ordered to be given a new coat of paint, it was clear not even Murakawa’s well-oiled workforce was not enough to get the job done.

That’s where she and her fellow Half-Moons came in.

Raquette turned her head. On either side of her, she could see several fellow commoners, perhaps a score of them, crouched on their hands and knees, scrubbing at the hard stones of the street with brushes they carried in buckets of soaping water. A handful of Murakawa’s guards paced nearby, insuring they got the job done, and--more importantly--didn’t get in the way. In spite of the danger, whenever she had a chance Raquette found herself glancing over one shoulder to where the party was to be held. The site where the party itself was to be held was already mostly cleaned, and Murakawa’s employees could already be seen preparing the place. Even from this distance, Raquette could see cooks and entertainers setting up tents, tables and stands for the visitors. One of Raquette’s hands rose to the bristles of her brush, gently running their way along the edge of the brush. This was her first time seeing a Geisha. Even from this distance, they looked so refined and glamorous, far different from the whores she saw on the street every day. She found herself wishing she could be one of them, dressed in fine clothes and make up, a delicate butterfly, to be admired and held by all that saw her, preparing for a party on a grand day such as this...

“What are you doing here?”

The shrill voice called Raquette back to reality, diving back to the ground and brushing at the stones furiously for a moment or two before realizing the voice hadn’t been speaking to her. She rose her head cautiously. Ahead was the barricade prepared by Murakawa’s followers, a handful of guards holding their post there to keep people from entering the dockyards unbidden. In their midst was the woman who had been overseeing them. Akane, she thought her name was. Raquette had only been working here for two days, from sun up to sun down, and she already knew she was to be hated and feared. Akane had enjoyed strolling in front of them, readily belittling those who slowed their pace and threatening them with a long willow switch or a club she had thrust in her belt. For the moment however, her attention seemed turned elsewhere. A small wagon had stopped at the barricade, an old man standing by the mule in the front, twisting his hat in his hands before the furious woman.

“Forgive me, miss. I was just on my way to the Bronze Way market, I always take the route through here when I go to market, I find it both shorter and safer than--”

“The docks are closed, old man. If you want to get to the market, my advice is to take the scenic route.”

“B-but...” He said, stumbling over his own tongue as he tried to find the words to argue back. “I’ve got to make it to market today, miss. If I don’t, I’ll lose my stall.”

“Aye, and get a fat lump on that whithered prune you call a head if you aren’t gone from here at once. Go on, be off, before I decide to take a swing at you!”

The old man backed away as Akane’s club went whistling by his head, pulling desperately at his mule’s bridle as the angry woman grabbed a stone off the ground, sending it whistling against the beast’s side. Raquette shook her head sympathetically before turning back to her task, wondering idly what she’d spend her wages on today. Maybe a nice, fancy dress and some makeup? She could go home, dress up, and pretend to be a refined geisha down at the party tonight...

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Maria gave a small warm smile to the geisha "No intentions of looking down on the ladies of this city, but I fear as though their lives sheltered away in etiquette and motherhood have given them a form of blindness to the exotic and deeply complex refinement you and all your fellow maidens express in a constant manner. Not to mention your utter beauty in the soul as well as body, for those who cannot see and appreciate it I pity them." she sipped her tea peacefully "I would be most pleased of Lord Murakawa taking interest in my visit; I have taken a fancy to him, and I have been told he has a wife unmatched in her beauty that I hope to meet one day. Such a kind man." she smiled meekly drinking once more form her cup her soft features relaxing further "I have been waiting in anticipation of Lord Murakawa's party for quite some time now, I imagine it will be as much of an even as this lovely Tea House and so much more.....and here I have gone again rambling as I am prone to do, my apologies dear Noriko" her face deepened in complexion as she had realized her rambling, embarrassment settling on her face only a fraction but noticeable.
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Re: The Isles of Aradia (IC/New Settlers Welcome.)

Post by Madrigal » Sat Feb 07, 2015 12:55 pm

The geisha smiled at Maria’s words, considering the noble’s features from behind the face paint that covered Noriko’s own. In truth, Lady Maria Dul-Sansiska had the makings of a fine noble lady. She certainly bore a sense of dignity and self-respect beyond that of most noble ladies of Tashikana or Aradia. A thought flitted into Noriko’s mind, not daring to show itself as she took a sip of her tea. Those bright and expressive blue eyes, that small alluring smile, the youthful curves to her face, the soft and ash-like hue of her skin that blushed a faint tinge of blue or even purple when she grew embarrassed. She had never seen a Dark Elf dress as a geisha before. Neither had the Tea House, and certainly not Lord Murakawa. It would be interesting to see if her guest would be willing to try and match Noriko. As a jest of course, should the lady ask why. But she should pique the noble’s curiosity first. It would not do for a common person to ask a question like this directly to a noble woman. The geisha had to let Maria think it were her own idea. Noriko allowed a thoughtful look to enter her face, expressing itself more in her bright brown eyes than the white and red makeup that the Tashikan wore. With a hesitant voice she had perfected over years of performing before Murakawa’s patrons, she let the words slip from her mouth, as flawlessly an imitation of a common geisha thinking above her station as any actor who had practiced her part for months on end..

“Perhaps my lady...no, I mustn’t impose so on a guest. Please, forgive my thoughtlessness.”

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