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    The Nightless Palace

    “The sun never sets on the Ballikari Empire, as the trite phrase goes. But the trite phrase holds much truth in it, for the Ballikari Emperor rules over at least a quarter of the globe, most likely more, his power founded on the arcanum airships, the musket regiments, the cadre mages and the dragon knight corps. In Europa alone the Ballikari rule over some ten additional states, some annexed in recent times and some absorbed into the Empire over a hundred years ago.

    And so, the political and economic capital of the world must lie in the heart the Ballikari Empire, as it does in Lerial, the crown. And the jewel to that crown is Naalera Zephol, the Nightless Palace- so called because just like the Ballikari Empire itself, it never sleeps. It is here that the fate of nations is decided, far more than in mere battles or wars, for statesmanship determines the course of history. Bear that in mind as you contemplate the honour of standing here, at the heart of all things, the centre of the Forbidden City- and at the entrance to the Naalera Zephol itself.”
    - Allenor Perikal, High Steward to the Nightless Palace

    The Nightless Palace



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    Opening Scenario

    It is October, and the closing of the high campaign season coincidentally marks the beginning of the diplomatic season in the Empire. All the players are representatives newly appointed to the court, arriving just in time for the beginning of the diplomatic “season” as marked by the Fallglade Ball, one of the biggest social events on the calendar. So we arrive, dust ourselves up, sort out our quarters, and prepare for some dancing, as the ball’s the introduction point for our NPC friends and indeed each other.

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    The Representatives of the Lands and Councils of the Portal-City Lyramor and the Astral City Syreal


    Name: Leiryn Shryven.
    Age: 19.
    Nation: The Portal-City of Lyramor; the Gateway to Syreal.
    Type: Representative.
    Rank or Title: Skylord of Lyramor – a junta that forms a kind of ‘second aristocracy’ alongside the Imperial-instated ruling body under Governor-General Helgren.
    Equipment of Note: The Wyvern Arynnal (not technically ‘equipment’; adorned in arcanum battle armour), Alyth battle armour. He possesses no ‘signature’ weapon as-yet, instead electing to vary his fighting style based upon the situation.
    Combat Abilities: Is proficient with most forms of martial weaponry, and is skilled at fighting from wyvern-back in aerial and ground combat.
    Notable Skills: Has had a year of joint military and political induction and training, and has progressed remarkably quickly for one of his age and disposition. Can speak Ballikan – though it is his third language, and as such, prefers to converse in Lyritan or Syrean if possible; but naturally, no one outside of Lyramor speaks Syrean, and few natives of Ballikari bother to learn Lyritan.


    Name: Lycinta Mari.
    Age: 23.
    Nation: The Portal-City of Lyramor; the Gateway to Syreal.
    Type: Bodyguard.
    Rank or Title: Watcher-Guardian to Leiryn Shryven, Skylord.
    Equipment of Note: A bastard sword forged from the fang of an ancient red dragon, Dracolyr.
    Combat Abilities: Lycinta is a refined soldier; though her true aptitudes lie in deception, stealth and security. She acts as the chief of security within the Lyrite Embassy, and functions as an aide and bodyguard to Leiryn in public.
    Notable Skills: Lycinta is familiar with politics – or, more specifically, the methods politicians like to use to kill each other. As such, her task is to prevent anyone from using such methods on Leiryn; and if necessary, respond with unscrupulous tactics of her own. Primarily, however, she ensures that the traps are set, the guards are posted, and everything is as secure as it can be made.


    Name: Taltherra.
    Age: 57.
    Nation: The Astral City of Syreal.
    Type: Representative.
    Rank or Title: Acolyte of Sachila, Exemplar of the Ninth.
    Equipment of Note: A star-blade forged from a pure silver-white metal. Two crystal orbs filled with a psychoreactive liquid capable of assuming multiple shapes and forming into several devices. Is otherwise unremarkable – and will not react unless to Taltherra’s unique psychic signature.
    Combat Abilities: Is skilled with martial weapons, and positively lethal with her silver sword. Her psycho-magical abilities are the features that make her most dangerous in combat.
    Notable Skills: Is proficient at diplomacy and negotiation; and as Sachila’s acolyte, possesses a reasonable degree of ability at military commands – though the forces she is used to commanding are undeniably alien to the militaries of the Ballikari Empire.


    Name: Nal’yar.
    Age: 52.
    Nation: The Astral City of Syreal.
    Type: Bodyguard.
    Rank or Title: Sworn Warrior of the Syrilian Anchor-Shrine.
    Equipment of Note: A massive magical flail akin to the ones commonly dual-wielded by heavily armoured knights, wielded with one hand as if it were a feather. The other hand simply grabs weapons as necessary.
    Combat Abilities: Nal’yar is a magically augmented blademaster, pure and simple – a consummate, unfeeling, utterly dedicated bodyguard owing loyalty to no one and nothing save the Tribunal of Eleven, Syreal, and Taltherra. He is thus a fearless and near-tireless opponent, swinging constantly with his flail in one hand, and using whatever comes to hand in the other with disturbing proficiency.
    Notable Skills: Nal’yar possesses little in the way of politically useful or diplomatically effective skills, at first glance – however, he is incredibly perceptive, noting nuances of stance and inflections of tone instinctively. Though this is typically used simply to determine any potential threats to his master, he also relays them directly to her the instant he is commanded to.

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    Nation: Hillys. A small annexed state that was taken over some twenty years ago. It is characterised by its mountainous terrain and dense forests, which had always secured the independence of its citizens. The Empire tried a different tactic after an expeditionary force was driven off by hillsmen and potent shamans who knew the terrain. The country had traditionally relied on trade for most of its income (it's hard to farm on a mountainside), the Empire used massive tariffs to cut off trade to and from Hillys, and bullied her neighbours into doing the same. The Hillian economy fell to pieces, the country could barely feed itself, by the time the Imperial army rolled up at the border, it was nearly bankrupt.
    The Father, the traditional title of Hillys' ruler, assembled what was left of the army and sent his family into hiding. Inevitably, they lost, the remainder of the small fled, leaving the body of the Father in the dust. There is now a sizeable resistance force in the forests who attack Imperial convoys and trade caravans. They have become a significant thorn in the Empire's side, but every attamept to destroy has failed as they melt into the forest. They are reputed to be guarding what is left of the Hillyian royal family. There have been rumours, widely dismissed as nonsense, about the remaining aristocracy of Hillys supporting these rebels.

    Name: Algernon Vance
    Age: 47
    Nation: Hillys
    Type: Representative
    Rank or Title: General, Duke of Vergis
    Equipment of Note: His sword, Wyrmbiter, a very potent weapon against dragons. This dark green blade has swirls along the blade and is kept in its green leather scabbard. He also carries a kris, the traditional wavebladed knife of Hillys.
    Combat Abilities: A superlative swordsman and knife fighter (the kris is used in ritual combat in Hillys). A great bear of a man, he is extremely strong and agile, but lacks magical ability of any power beyond simple tricks.
    Notable Skills: Speaks Ballikan well and is a smart negotiator. His skill in bargaining was all that kept him alive after the Empire took over. He harbours a fairly intense dislike for the Empire, but he hides it well. He can perform magic for entertainment purposes, making smoke into various shapes or conjuring illusions.

    Name: Lodestone (the name he took on becoming a shaman, his real one is something only he knows).
    Age: 25
    Nation: Hillys
    Type: Bodyguard
    Rank or Title: Shaman/Advisor
    Equipment of Note: A living wooden staff, kept alive as long as he believes in the forest's power. Shaman's robes, he keeps his hood up, when among non-Hillyans because of tradition.
    Combat Abilities: His magic controls the life force of the world. It is strongest near forests and works best on plants, but he could still suck the life out of a person without causing himself major trouble. However, his connection to the life force means he can feel the deaths of living creatures, killing is abhorrent to him and he will usually use his staff in defense of himself and his lord. Some would see a bodyguard who refuses to kill as a useless tool, but Lodestone is one of the best fighters in Hillys and an expert at incapacitating his foe without killing.
    Notable Skills: Something of a joker, he has many jests and other routines in his repertoire that have endeared him to several courts across the Empire, and convinced his enemies he is harmless.


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    Name: Sepheron
    Age: 42
    Nation: Elethar
    Type: Representative
    Rank or Title: High Mage of the Black Dawn
    Equipment of Note: Flowing Robes, Staff with crystal fixed on top.
    Combat Abilities: Powerful mage.
    Notable Skills: Mastered many languages, including Ballikari. Skilled with words.

    Name: Therren
    Age: 39
    Nation: Elethar
    Type: Bodyguard
    Rank or Title: Grand Paladin of the Black Dawn
    Equipment of Note: Scale Mail Cuirass, Greaves, Pauldrons, Boots, "Spartan" Helm. Scything Sword: Long two handed sword with a curved blade, perfectly balanced.
    Combat Abilities: No magical abilities. A great close-combat fighter.
    Notable Skills: Knows how to speak Ballikari.
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    Representatives of Faer'zess, land of runes, home of the spirits, ward of Ballikari.

    Name: Fern Estorian
    Age: 23
    Nation: Faer'zess
    Type: Representative
    Rank or Title: Countess
    Equipment of Note: Faer'zian orb, (a crystal orb made from a material native to her home nation, magically radioactive.)
    Combat Abilities: Like all for her people she has never seen a fight, and her training in the arts are not for combat purposes.
    Notable Skills: Her already 'bountiful' assets have been improved by magic, she is fluent in all languages of the world, and finds it very easy to pick up conventions, she is perfect for her new task.

    Name: El'yth'rarn'tyr'forl
    Age: 3
    Nation: Faer'zess
    Type: Bodyguard
    Rank or Title: Fiend
    Equipment of Note: None
    Combat Abilities: It is able to manifest thoughts as material weapons, but it is mainly an aide.
    Notable Skills: Magical senses which aid Fern, from its position of occupying Fern's body alongside her.

    Name: Regnar Tressorn
    Age: 64
    Nation: Faer'zess
    Type: Bodyguard
    Rank or Title: Captain
    Equipment of Note: Staff of Faer'zian crystal.
    Combat Abilities: Capable combat runesmith.
    Notable Skills: Living alamanac, Fern is too young to remember the Ballikarian invasion.

    Faer'zess was invaded fifty years ago, and put up no resistance, not one man. It had unanimously decided a peacful takeover would b in its best interests, now it practises magic and imports foreign workers to mine Faer'zian ore for magical uses across the empire. Faer'zess is an annexed state, but its method of transaction was so swift and eased that it could be considered a fully fledged province.

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    Sweet. Since i got some time I'm gonna go ahead and post my characters.

    Nation: Shir-Kati A medium independent nation that is home to the Kitsune and soon to be surounded by new settlers from the Ballikari Empire. The two nations have had a very nice relation ship with each other mainly trading for the Kitsune's unique goods and finely crafted magic items. They are a peaceful race with a bit longer life span than humans but mature later. They are fox like with hands and feet like humans but with small claws that they keep trimmed down. They are born in with one tail and every ten years after their birth up to nine of them although most stop at seven. Some are born with all nine tails and are considered holy due to their innate use of the Seal Magic their country is famous for. Seal Magic is using the energy of the mind, body and soul along with hand symbols to shape the energy and use it. This not only can be used for aggressive and defensive use but also for practical and perhaps the most enjoyed form, entertainment.

    Name: Kento Lun (Lun Clan has typically orange fur with white at the tips of their tails and ears along Blue eyes. Kento is an exception with silver eyes.)
    Age: 56
    Nation: Shir-Kati
    Type: Representative
    Rank: Nine Tails and Lord of Lun
    Equipment: Rengoji, The Sword of Lun, A straight londsword that is paper thin that has 6 seals written up the length on both sides of it. He only removes it when he must and ask that it be taken care of. He also wears the standard leather armor used for travel and has a set of formal robes that he wears when in the palace.
    Combat Abilities: A master of nearly every form of Seal Magic and the youngest of the Nine Tail Council. He is good with the more defensive versions including false replications that he uses when in danger. He is also a master with Rengoji his clan's sword which has its power sealed by the 6 seals. He has never met an opponent that would require him to use it.
    Notable skills: Poet and Epic Story teller. He can use magic orbs used to hold energy to show a story as if it were real.

    Name: Shihal Lun
    Age: 41
    Nation: Shir-Kati
    Type: Representative
    Rank: Five Tails, Guardian of Lun, Baroness of Lun
    Equipment: A Spear with a magic orb socketed in the middle. Heavy leather armor with the traditional mask and also has formal robes along with normal casual robes.
    Combat abilities: Excellent with aggressive and defensive Seal Magic but lacking in its other areas. She is also blessed with unmatched spear technique. Can mold energy to the point of increasing her physical abilities to unparalleled levels for short times.
    Notable skills: Kati guitar playing(Think of that cool Japanese thing) and singing

    Current Problems: Stop the 'murdering' of Kitsune for their fur and make a land agreement to help protect their borders.
    Last edited by Red Fox; 29th Nov 06 at 3:17 PM.

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    Nation: Azarthan, A national power that has its cities built on the far east of the Ballikari Empire. Their City is built on a connection of mountain peaks and underground tunnels built on the mountains.they possess a good military force and has a well established defence system around its edges. While a peaceful Nation,they have been battling the Ballikari Empire for a good time, however, recent events have made the Azarthans a less powerful force than they once were, and foreseeing total destruction, the 'High Tribunal of Flight' has sent representatives to the Nightless palace in hopes of a lasting truce between them....

    Name: Mordred Corran
    Age: 32
    Nation: Azarthan
    Type: Representative
    Rank or Title: High Flayer (general)
    Equipment of Note: high powered Blades that come out of his arms.(OOC:like MK Baraka)
    Combat Abilities: Very resilent and is the best fighter in his Nation.
    Notable Skills: Can understand various languages, and can be very persuasive.

    Name: Gerel Mairn
    Age: 28
    Nation: Azarthan
    Type: Bodyguard
    Rank or Title: 'The Great Protector'
    Equipment of Note: Dual Handguns that fire high electrical metal shards. only uses them if needed.
    Combat abilities: Very agile and has very quick reflexes, he will protect the 'High Flayer' at all costs.
    Notable skills: perfect nocturnal vision.

    OOC: well, i hope this is good. if i need to edit anything please tell me lestaki...
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    Very interesting Lestaki. I need some practice with the high society stuff (well you know ) so I guess I'll jump right in. If there's anything you want me to change to fit the story better, don't hesistate to ask.

    Nation: Qallaeheim Corporation is a protectorate state to the Balkari Empire. Originally, the nation was under serious economic crisis (due to huge debts with the Balkari Empire, again, because of said economic crisis), until the Corporation step in and helped the local goverment. Even with the company's help, the problem was so enormous that nothing short of a nation wide privatisation could get the nation back on it's feet. After the Great Privatisation, the corporation paid it debts to the Empire in terms of weaponry and technology. While they have the best technology rivalling the great nation, there is a noticeable lack of magic users, which gives them a serious disadvantage in a full on war, hence their dependence to the Empire for protection. Qallaeheim is a dystopian nation, everyone and anyone is a worker for the Corporation. The citizen are properly segregated into caste-like system, with a clear cut distinction according to the hierachy.While social mobility is existant, it's is hard to come by, the lower workers slaved and toiled while the senior management lives in excess. The nation is ruled by the CEO, who's word are to be followed to the letter. However, the Board of Directors can overrule him if there's a sufficient vote. Anyone below management level has no say whatsoever. Despite the depressing lifestyle, the Corporation however, does intent to improve the nation's standard of living.

    Name: Quentin Qallaeheim
    Sex: Male
    Age: 25
    Nation: The Capital City of Qashen, Management District
    Type: Representative
    Rank or Title: Director - Senior Management
    Equipment of Note: A revolver for self protection. A dueling rapier and dirk combo.
    Combat Abilities: Almost None-existent. Quentin is a civilian.
    Notable Skills: Speaks excellent Ballikan. An excellent musician. Sickly.

    Name: Catherine Nominae
    Sex: Female
    Age: 22
    Nation: The Capital City of Qashen, Management District
    Type: Entourage, Quentin's aide and secretary
    Rank or Title: Secretary for Senior Management
    Equipment of Note: A Pen and some papers.
    Combat Abilities: Almost None-existent. Catherine is a civilian.
    Notable Skills: Speaks excellent Ballikan and has a musical voice, sings rather well. Can write really fast and has a photographic memory.

    Name: Gaius Aurmine
    Sex: Male
    Age: 38
    Nation: The City of Nillius, Security Department
    Type: Bodyguard
    Rank or Title: Chief Security Officer
    Equipment of Note: A broadsword, a revolver sidearm and a revolving rifle. Arcanum breastplate.
    Combat Abilities: Has a fast reflex, one of the best swordsman for the Qallaeheim Security Forces and could rival the Empire's swordmasters.
    Notable Skills: He's a paranoid and treats everyone in equal distrust. Makes for a great bodyguard.

    Name: Auren Blanchard
    Sex: Male
    Age: 29
    Nation: The City of Nillius, Security Department
    Type: Bodyguard
    Rank or Title: Security Officer
    Equipment of Note: A revolver sidearm and a scoped revolving rifle. Arcanum breastplate.
    Combat Abilities: Extremely accurate, but has little to no skill in melee combat.
    Notable Skills: Fast shot, although he's not every accurate with this skill.

    EDIT: Changed from province to protectorate, to make more sense, per Lestaki's request. How the hell did I miss that i don't know
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    There are a lot of heavy combat "representatives" out here

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    The representative Party for this season will be composed of the following individuals.


    Name: Alon Hesua
    Age: 23
    Nation: Tanguay
    Type: Representative
    Rank or Title: Earl
    Equipment of Note: none
    Combat Abilities: none
    Notable Skills: Alon is a charismatic person. He is a good linguistic and always seems to be prepared for any situation.

    Name: Papeki Issanu
    Age: 24
    Nation: Tanguay
    Type: Bodyguard
    Rank or Title: none
    Equipment of Note: carries a Rapier
    Combat Abilities: Swordsmanship
    Notable Skills: Papeki is quick, both on her feet and in mind. She is totally loyal and remarkably beautiful for a bodyguard.

    Name: Makana Tangua
    Age: 19
    Nation: Tanguay
    Type: Representative
    Rank or Title: Princess
    Equipment of Note: It is know that she carries some magical equipment, though very few people know what she can do with it.
    Combat Abilities: none
    Notable Skills: Makana is the daughter of the Tanguayan King, and so, beause of her upper nobility, enjoys private teaching from the best of the Islands. Though not many happened to see her using any magic at all.

    Name: Nahoa Panda
    Age: 25
    Nation: Tanguay
    Type: Bodyguard
    Rank or Title: none
    Equipment of Note: Nahoa is carrying a sword and a chain mail under his clothes
    Combat Abilities: various combat abilities, from brawl combat to fireguns, Nahoa was trained by the noble family since birth to once become the bodyguard
    Notable Skills: Nahoa is a quiet, loyal servant. He is tought in both magic and combat, and knowns no other objective than to serve.


    Count another two bondsmen (/-women) to the Party, which I don't need to include in the sheet here, I think.

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    Good point I'm gonna be quite busy at the weekend too.

    Plus there are some pretty heavy combatants assembled, but I guess it's a suitable level of precaution for an Ambassador.

    This, should, be interesting.

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    Some cultures are more warlike than others- a Seraphi leader is a warleader above and beyond all else, for example. So it really comes down to the nation, and is in any case unimportant. I'm inclined to start this tommorow, but I'll see. Either way catching up shouldn't be too hard, or at least I hope. Initial posts will be arrival and introduction anyway, it should be possible to delay the ball for a bit.

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    New Senaia: Now several centuries old, this country is magically rich. Molded by the Council's powers, the land resembles Old Senaia, destoyed in a cataclysmic earthquake centuries ago. They spent many of their years as wandering gypsies until they found the ideal new homeland.

    Name: Taela Eladhrin.
    Age: 32.
    Nation: New Senaia.
    Type: Representative.
    Rank or Title: High Librarian.
    Equipment of Note: Mental armour, flowing highly decorative robe (symbol of office), and an ancient gnarled staff.
    Combat Abilities: Physical combat? He can point a sword in generally the right direction. He's that bad. Mentally, he is superb. No-one is going to get into his mind, either by magic or torture. He is also a highly skilled magician.
    Notable Skills: Speaks the Empire tongue relatively well, and has an extensive knowledge of Empirical history.
    Backstory: Wouldn't you like to know?

    Bodyguard to come in a bit.
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    OOC: Okay, let's start. We arrive and hang up our coats, so to speak.

    IC: "There it is!" Rebenkessa said, rather redundantly.

    "You don't say," Roden replied appropriately, looking up at the massive white city. It was bigger than anything he'd ever seen in his life, beautiful and sprawling and powerful. He didn't like it.

    Rebenkessa kicked her steed into a gallop, racing towards the massive structure.

    Roden sighed and followed her, weaving dextrously through the traffic on the road. Tamarra snorted with the effort, the massive warcharger far more laden than Rebenkessa's smaller horse, and somewhat less able to keep a pace dodging various carriages, but they struggled on without complaint. "I'm amazed you're so enthusiastic to see the city of the enemy," he murmurred.

    "It's impressive," Rebenkessa said defensively, hair whipped back by the wind. "And more importantly, it's not Imperial lands. Once we've arrived, we won't have to take out those damnfool papers every five minutes. I hate papers. Why can't they just resognise sensible authority?"

    Roden ignored the diversion. "I wish I could burn the place down," he said.

    "So do I," Rebenkessa said tartly. "But we can't, and if we tried, we'd die. We have a mission, we see that through."

    "Right," the Swordsman grunted. "But I don't have to like it. It wouldn't be right to like it."

    "I don't like it!"

    "Did I ever say anything else?" Roden said, leaning forwards in the saddle and urging Tamarra onwards.

    "You're being awkward," Rebenkessa said petulantly. "I wonder whether you're jealous-"

    "Don't flatter yourself."

    "Likewise."

    They rode on in silence, clattering to a halt by the main gate. Soldiers closed on them, Rebenkessa reaching into the one bag she deigned to carry and pulling out their papers. The soldiers backed off and bowed respectably, then let them ride into the city proper. This was repeated about five times before they'd reached the gates of the palace itself. The soldiers here were rather better armed, with full plate armour, master-crafted muskets and broadswords. "Dismount, please."

    They complained with ill grace. Rebenkessa handed over her papers, which were examined carefully and then compared to more the guards themselves held. Finally "we must search you."

    "The honour of a summoner-" Roden vainly began.

    "Is worth nothing here," the guard captain said. His voice was terse.

    Roden gritted his teeth, wincing as they checked his summoner for concealed weapons. She bore it with a regal, blistering cold grace, saying not a word. But still it grated. Then they came to him. "Do you have any weapons to declare?" Something in him snapped at the tone, and he drew his sword so fast they went for their own weapons.

    "One Blade-Carbine," he said, not-quite pointing it at the Guard Captain. "Commbining the functions of an arcanum gun and a master-crafted sword. That is all."

    "Very well," the cpatain said. "Search him."

    The Swordsman imitated his summoner's stoicism as best he could, before they finally stepped away and turned to their luggage. Once this had been done, they stepped back and bowed. "My pardon," the captain said. "But it is in the interest of security. You understand."

    "I understand," Roden echoed. "Victor's perogative."

    "Stable our horses," Rebenkessa ordered. "We'll find our quaters."

    "The High Steward is waiting to greet you," the captain said, walking away.

    The pair looked at the massive palace round them. "Well," Rebenkessa said. "This time we really are here."
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    The Imperial City appeared as a towering, white splotch on the horizon when Leiryn first set eyes upon it; from that distance, it looked decidedly unimpressive, as did the specks of shadow arrayed above it - the numerous Arcanum-powered airships serving as the primary component of the city's aerial defence force.
    "'Forbidden City, indeed..."

    They were probably recalled to the city to impress - or intimidate - us. The Empire's borders are far enough from here to make any kind of full-scale attack on the city an impossibility. Unless they expect any kind of strike from us... I pity anyone who decides to attempt that one. Not that I wouldn't miss out on the opportunity if it looked like there was actually some reasonable chance of success. Ah, well. It would be best to start making some friends soon after we arrive.

    He glanced to his right, and the cold winds whipped harshly across his face, hurling his hair back across his eyes. He grinned ferally, gripping Arynnal's reins with freezing hands. Elation coursed through him at the sensation of carving a path through the clouds and the winds; there was no doubt, he was a Skylord - in spirit as well as name. Arynnal began her descent as the Imperial City drew closer, tilting her wings slightly and allowing the wind to rush over them. Leiryn patted her side, feeling the powerful, corded muscles contract and relax beneath Arynnal's thick, leathery skin. The majestic white city sprawled out beneath them; faintly visible were individual buildings and clusters of people gathering, perhaps to watch the arrival of the foreign representatives.

    They landed within the first gate of the outer walls, Arynnal leaving a faint imprint on the stone road. Instantly, guards levelled muskets and drew blades, surrounding Arynnal in a circle of pointy implements of death. Arynnal seemed faintly amused, emitting a high-pitched, bored noise. The magically-augmented armour encircling her body shimmered; the wyvern glared at the soldiers, several irritable tons of diamond-hard claw and muscle giving even the Imperials pause.

    The guard captain approached the four-legged, winged creature hesitantly, looking down at a scroll in his hands. His eyes periodically flicked upwards at Arynnal's beak. Her amber eyes stared at him balefully with glinting intelligence.
    "D-dismount," the captain ordered, voice straining to reach up to the Skylord on his lofty perch.

    Leiryn obeyed without comment, swinging a leg over and dropping the three metres from Arynnal's crouched form to the ground. He bent his knees to absorb the impact, then rose to his full height in an instant. In two strides, he closed the distance between himself and the captain. Despite his years, he stood several inches higher than the guard captain.
    "Procedure means that we search you," the captain said tersely, well aware that this was the stage that tended to arouse the most problems. Leiryn affixed him with a withering, aloof stare.
    "I am aware of your procedures," he replied brusquely, then raised his arms slightly and suffered the search with refined impatience. They noted the rapier at his side, affixed to his belt, and the wickedly curved, ornate golden dagger at his hip. When they were done, Leiryn simply said,
    "My companions will be arriving shortly."

    Then he started to walk away, Arynnal in tow.
    "Your steed," the captain started; Leiryn simply paused for a second, then turned around.
    "You may direct her to whatever holding areas you possess. If she should be subject to any form of mistreatment, I would be... displeased," he stopped there, allowing the threat to hang in the air. To punctuate, Arynnal snapped her beak at a nearby guard.

    Then Leiryn turned away without a glance to the other guards, and strode off into the city with an affected air of regal disdain that surrounded him like a palpable aura.

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    "Today is the day" Mordred sighed. "Get my equipment ready, and Gerel....head to the ship. we Are flying there, ill be there in a few moments."

    "Yes High Flayer" Gerel responded.

    They were both inside one of the bigest towers in the Azarthan City. they watched the the white and towering city of the Ballikari Empire far west of them...if all went well, this would be a great opportunity to end the conflict between the 2 Nations.

    As Mordred headed to the ship, he kept thinking if they would be safe inside the Palace...he was the most powerful general in all Azarthan, and would make a big target once inside...however, as they stated, this is for Diplomatic issues only, as well as the Fallglade Ball.

    After all preparations were ready, they went on their way to the Great City of the Ballikari Empire.....

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    The glistening white Imperial City revealed itself slowly as the two horsemen came over the rise, followed by a cart of servants and other retainers. Lodestone pulled his horse to a halt next to the Duke's and whistled lowly. "Impressive."
    "Hmm." replied Vance. Like most Hillyians he preferred his country's rolling forests to large cities. "To the victor go the spoils." he murmured.
    "Your Grace?"
    "How else could they have constructed and supported a city this size? The Empire runs on war, if they didn't have enemies to fight or new 'annexed states'," he spat out the phrase, "to tax, they would fall apart. And how many times do I have to tell you, you don't have to call me 'Your Grace' in private."
    "I'll try and remember that... Your Grace." Lodestone's grey eyes sparkled as he grinned impishly. Vance chuckled,
    "I'm sorry I snapped at you Lodestone, my friend. I've been irritable ever since we left the forests."
    "I understand, Your Grace, I have felt my power ebbing since we left as well. It will be at it's weakest in this place. There's nothing wild here, it is all so... controlled."
    "Well, let's go and mingle with this 'great civilisation' and see if we can get anything for ourselves out of it."
    "Yes, Your Grace." said Lodestone pulling his hood up over his head.

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    "Finally, there is the so called Forbidden City." Alon announced, partly to himself. It had been a six days trip from the coast to the city by carriage. That it was tiring was less a problem compared to the company he had. Why did the king chose to send his daughter, too? If anyone knew who was with the party, this travel wouldn't have been so smooth as it was. Alon sighed. His eyes returning to the problem aboard. It wasn't just that she was here, but he plainly couldn't stand her.

    "Are we arriving, yet?" Makana asked.
    "The city just came into sight." Alon answered, trying to sound neutral. "We will probably need at least another hour to arrive, and then, formal procedures will keep us there for quite a while, again."
    To answer the princess groaned annoyedly. It was hard for Alon to stay calm, so he looked away hoping to find something that'd cheer him up. He looked at his bodyguard, who sat in front of him. Papeki, blonde hair, slim figure and a nice face. She smiled and shrugged. Alon, just from this little action, felt quite better instantly. He looked out of the window again, sighing. "Just some more hours."
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    The midday sun was high overhead when word first came of the Alarosian ambassador had entered the eastern gate of Lerial and was well on her way to Naalera Zephol. A cadre of Dragon Knights had apparently been summoned as her escort, though for reasons that the Palace Guards could not comprehend until they heard the first dull thumps of heavy footfalls approaching from the street.

    The slow, plodding steps had nearly reached the Palace when, abruptly, they stopped. A moment later the baleful, howling growl of a beast echoed across the street, cutting short the idle chatter of the pedestrians. One of the dragons circling above responded with a screech of its own and the thumping began once again.

    When the "carriage" first came into view the Palace guards found themselves faced with something unsettling and inexplicable.

    It was a dragon. Or, rather, it should have been a dragon. It was larger and more heavily muscled than the dragons the Ballikari Empire rode. The beast was clad in golden plates of armour, viciously spiked and lined with silver and gems that gave off a prismatic sheen in the harsh sunlight. On two fat legs it stomped through the street, pausing at one point to inexplicably growl at a merchant's shop. The shorter forearms were given scythe-like talons and were clutched against the belly of the creature. Along its back were two wide, golden wings - entirely unnatural, as they were far too thin to be mere armour for actual limbs - designed similarly to the rest of the armour. Along its neck were several thick thorns facing downward, almost a mane of muscle-tearing obsidian that swayed with movement. As it neared it became obvious that this beast was not simply for intimidation; several deep scars and wounds lined its scaley flesh, including scabbed-over welts from fairly recent combat. It approached Naalera Zephol, bellowing again at the Dragon Knights that landed gracefully in the square. It seemed obvious that it was uncomfortable with their presence.

    As it drew near a man standing just behind the thick headplate became visible. He was clad similarly to the beast: Ornate armour on his hands, face and legs, though the hue of his gauntlets were painted dark violet and inlaid with swirling lines of gold. His torso was bare and scarred, much like the creature he rode.

    He said nothing, pulling slowly at the several leather straps that lead beneath the golden plates. The draconic animal swerved, settling restlessly beside the steps. As it kneeled, pressing its belly to the ground, the guards spotted the carriage.

    It was settled inbetween the golden wings, guarded on either end by the creature's jaws or the fan-spiked tail that swayed behind it. The door to the small purple carriage swung open, revealing, at long last, the ambassador.

    The ambassador took a single step onto the back of the dragon - or rather the stone steps that had been permanently fitted into the mutilated flesh along the spine - and sighed. She wore a fairly long skirt with several braided chains hanging low from her waist. Her violet blouse stopped midway up her chest, fitted around the sides of her arms so that her shoulders remained bare. Beneath it was a thin black fabric running from within the blouse all the way up to her neck, situated at the uppermost part of her throat. The ambassador slowly moved down the steps, walking along the great beast's tail until it wound toward the Palace steps.

    "I am Ambassador Vritra Devi Mohini, from Alaros," she said, holding out her arm expectantly. The man standing atop the carriage-mount dismounted, walking toward the Vritra.

    Her hand was reposited with one of the Palace Guard. "We must search you, Ambassador," he said, reaching for her.

    Inexplicably the soldier found his arm stopped dead, the thick obsidian gauntlet of the beast-guider wrapped tightly around his forearm. The man - who seemed altogether too large up close - stared at the Palace Guard. By now a handful of the Dragon Knights had dismounted and were approaching, the other soldiers unsheathing their weapons.

    The Vritra laughed and placed her hand on her bodyguard's thickly-muscled arm, pushing it away as if he were weightless. He released the Palace guard and she smiled. "Down, Angharad. I sincerely doubt we would have been so graciously invited if they intended to kill us," she said, taking the slightly-disoriented Guard's arm in her hands. "I'm sure these fine, upstanding gentlemen were just looking for an excuse be near such beauty. I imagine they don't see much of it around here." The soldier pulled his arm away from her touch and she turned around, raising her arms out to the sides.

    "Alright boys, I'm feeling generous. Just don't 'examine' too closely or my pet might get the wrong idea," she smirked.

    A couple of minutes later the ambassador left her "carriage" in the hands of the exceedingly unhappy Palace Guard, entering Naalera Zephol followed closely by Angharad.

    It would take well over an hour for the Guard to finally drag the stubborn beast near one of the few stables large enough to house it.
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    Quentin sneezed, This is getting annoying he thought darkly, Why in the name of Lusiphur must father sent me to this god-forsaken city again. He, of all people, should know of my arcanum alergy, and the whole area reeks of magic. He sighed.

    The carriage suddenly stops and Quentin grabbed on a handle quickly, while Master Aurmine is a peerless fighter, his driving (and to some extent, riding) skills, if it could even called as such, left much to be desired. "We are here sir." Blanchard said. Quentin closed his eyes and leaned back, he's been to the Imperial Palace more than once and he's well familiar with the security procedures.

    "Please disembark." a clear voice said from outside. Quentin pushed the door open and step outside. Aurmine and Blanchard was standing near the Guards' Captain, his rank was obvious, Blanchard was still being searched while Aurmine talked with the Captain, apparently the fellow was one of his 'acquaintances' back when he was serving as a mercenary to the Empire.

    The Captain broke off from his conversation and walked up to Quentin, "Sir," he said, "Welcome back to the Palace. I'm sure you know of the procedure." Quentin nodded, stole a glance towards his secretary Catherine (who's already being checked for concealed weapons, and blushing, Quentin noticed) and raised his hand. The Captain searched him within mere seconds, he was obviously an expert in his field.

    "The Carriage is clear, sir, except for this auto-gun in the back compartment." A guard declared as he step out of the carriage, obviously experts, Quentin thought, I didn't noticed that fellow stepping into the carriage. "It's a gift for the Emperor, I'm sure you're familiar with his Imperial Majesty's love for machines of war." Aurmine explained.

    The Captain nodded reluctantly, "You can take the weapon and clear it with your Commander, if you'd like, but be sure to return it to us before tonight." Aurmine said to reassure the Captain. "No need for that." he answered back, and stuck up his hand to his friend. Aurmine shook it. The Captain grinned and said, "Well, you're clear to go. Nice meeting you old friend."

    Aurmine replied with a salute and turned to Quentin, "We'll continue in anytime you please, sir..." Quentin nodded and stepped inside the carriage, offering his hand to Catherine. Back to the Palace again, he thought, I wonder if this year's wine is any better than last year.

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    OOC: Lone? In a boardwar? Well i actually got something done in a HALO series me and some friends are doing so its possible.

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    Kento walked outside of his home in Shir-Kati with all of his things he would need to stay at the Nightless Palace. He was dressed in traditional gray robes under the leather armor he was wearing with a sword at his belt. If he forgot anything he could simply just come back and grab it. He looked around for Shihal to come walking up the hill but smiled slightly and looked up. Their was a masked figure looking straight down at him from a tree. The figure leaped and landed in front of him. It was clearly female of striking beauty and was wearing dark blue robes under the leather armor that she had on along with a mask that was simply white with two eye holes and had her five tails flowing freely behind her and spear across the back.

    Kento nodded and said, "Shihal, you are my sister and you need not bow to me yet, every time you do. Rise and stop this nonsense. Brother and Sister should not have to bow as if it were the Child and the Elder."

    Shihal rose gracefully and replied, "I am sorry brother. It is just hard to break habits taught at such a young age. You have nine tails and all who posses nine tails at birth are to be considered spirits amongst bodies. I will try my best."

    Kento frowned and said, "You must learn fast for the place that we are going we shall be looked at as aliens or worse. Some will wear the skin of our kin as if it were the coat of gold. We must be careful in Ballikari and near any humans as some may not know us as well as the Emperor. I remember when I was taken to the Nightless Palace for the first time when he was born...We must depart now before the arcane barrier gets to strong and blocks are way of getting there. Come now let us begin the ritual."

    The two began to draw symbols in a circle around them with their belongings in the middle then one next to it that was slightly smaller then the one next to it. The two took opposite sides of the larger then making various hand symbols slammed their right hand into the ground. The symbols began to light up in a deep blue and a storm of green leafs wrapped around the luggage and covered it then blew away into the wind with nothing remaining their. They went over to the other smaller circle and stood back to back before repeating the process and disappearing into the storm of leafs.

    ****Main Gate to Nightless Palace

    The palace guard first raised an eyebrow when the wind began to pick up and a pile of leafs dropped off some bags. They walked up when another burst of wind and storm of leafs dropped of two Kitsune who immediately went for their weapons they drew theirs and waited. Kento looked around and smiled to see his bags their and eased down while Shihal did likewise.

    The guards backed down before the captain walked forward and said, "These bags belong to you?"

    Kento nodded and the captain then said, "We are going to have to search you."

    Kento nodded once more before warning, "I'd advised your men not to touch my sister in anyway she would not like. She will easily teach you how to fly the hard way."

    The guards caught the leer of his silver eyes and shook slightly before searching them and the the bags. With the all clear the two headed into the palace to prepare for the ball later that evening.

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    The young Vritra yawned, plainly bored and showing it. Since she had arrived in the Palace there had been only a handful of arrivals, all of whom seemed dull and business-like. That said, when she was greeted by the image of a multi-tailed ambassador in a mask she wished to do little else aside from indulging her curiosity.

    She quickly flanked the two as they entered the main foyer, advancing until merely a foot's distance away from the delightful swaying tails.

    "Oho, why hello there," she said through grinning lips. "More ambassadors for the much-vaunted Emperor, I assume?"

    "I'm not certain I would refer to him in such a-"

    "No need to pretend around me, dear boy," she interrupted, stepping behind him before he had even a moment to face her. "My name is Devi. Devi Mohini. From Alaros."

    "That's very nice, but we were hoping to-"

    "Nonsense! You can't possibly leave. Not yet at least."

    Shihal looked at her brother for a moment, then continued to watch the strange, colourful woman circling them like a starving landshark. Kento turned, feeling a slight graze of a touch on the tip of one of his tails. He immediately took a step back, distancing himself from Devi. He was about to speak, finding himself once more interrupted before he could form a single word.

    "I must ask, how did you come by those beautiful tails? Are they magic? Perhaps some sort of costume? I must say they are quite impressive. Your clothes seem a little plain, though," she added with the barest hint of a pouting lip. "It's a pity, really. You should show off those lovely tails with an accentuating wardrobe, not simply parade around marring your image by wearing drab outfits and masks. Or was it your intent to make that, ah, particular part of your wardrobe more noticeable by leaving the rest of yourselves so droll?"

    The Vritri finally stopped talking, placing her hands on her hips and stood before the two.

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    "Get in quick!" Mordred told Gerel as the airship was taking off. When they where both inside, the ship followed the appointed route, and headed towards the Nightless Palace. On the way, Mordred started looking at the landscape. The mountains that composed the Azarthan city were looking different somehow. Maybe it was because the constant battles had stopped. For the moment at least...

    2 hours later, they arrived at the Palace Hangar. Eager to see it from the inside Mordred and Gerel quickly jumped out of the ship, and walked to the entrance. three guards where patrolling it. when they got close, one of them approached them and said:

    "may i help you?"

    "yes, we recieved an invitation to the Fallglade Ball." Mordred answered.

    "right, well we are going to have to search you for any weapons, illegal items, etc....do you have anything to declare?" the Captain told them.

    "yes, my 'weapons' are right here" Mordred told the guard. he took a step back and revealed his blades, the guards stared at the sharpened blades. "what about you?" a guard told Gerel.

    Gerel took his guns out. "i only have these to declare" he said.

    after the search was done, the captain said "ok, well. you are clear...you may go on..."

    Mordred took a bow, and then advanced through the main entrance. Once inside, he was astonished to see all detail and colorfulness it had from the inside. as he ventured forth, he saw 2 other ambassadors having a conversation....

    who could they be? and where did they come from?.... one of them had multiple tails, and the other had a really dark aspect...

    he had never seen people from other nations and cities.... " I guess war can really blind you from the other places of the world" he thought....


    He started walking towards them...
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    The airship slowly approached the city, around it, several larger more threatening Imperial ships circled. Onboard the observation deck, Rythar watched them. Why do they send two sky dreads, just to escort one single frigate. We don't even have weapons any more, what threat do we pose? He walked to the window. "It's a lovely city, don't you agree?" said a female voice from behind him. "Yes, what ever you say. But just because its beautiful, doesn't mean I like it sister." Rythar responded. "But why, why don't you like it?" Aiaria asked. "I just don't like it, thats all really." Rythar responded. "Oh, well I do hope your opinions change in the near future." she said, her voice soft.

    Outside, the larger ships began to change course, leaving the small Azairius ship to enter the cavernous hanger. Slowly, the ship came to a halt, and a docking arm unfolded, allowing the representatives to exit the ship. The inspection went along without incident, and soon the Azairius representatives entered the entry hall. "Well, we had better find had better find our rooms." said Aiaria.

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    The two Eletharian Ghost Horses cantered up to the city gate, their riders the representatives sent this year. With a wave of his hand, Sepheron sent the mounts soaring into the sky. The guards watched in shock.

    "Any weapons you wish to make note of?" The captain didn't know which one to say it to, as they both looked equally imposing, so he said it right into thin air.

    "I carry this." Therren said, sliding his giant dai-katana out of its sheath on his back.

    "Very well. And you sir, do you carry any weapons to make note of?" The guard directed the question to Sepheron.

    "Nothing." He said tapping his rod impatiently.

    "Nothing? Normally one such as you would carry something, would they not?"

    "If such is the prodding of your mind, I will tell you, if only so you shut-up. The weapons I carry are my hands and my crystal." He said, pointing at the top of his staff.

    "Very well." He nodded at the two figures. Four guards rushed up and began to search them. As the search finished, Sepheron waved a hand, sending an image of his papers to the captains mind. "Your papers are good, continue on."

    As they entered the palace, a man was waiting for them at the palace door.

    "I am the High Steward. Please, if you'll follow me, I will lead you to your quarters."

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    The guard on the palace gates were talking as they saw the two horsemen come down the street towards them. "Ey up, here comes the next lot." One of them checked the list of descriptions, "Looks like the Hillians, shouldn't be too much trouble. Huh, the bodyguard won't even kill."

    Vance and Lodestone dismounted as they reached the palace gates. A portly guard came out and announced that they must be searched. "Do you have any weapons to declare?"
    "This," Vance pulled out his kris, "And this," he drew the shimmering green Wyrmkiller from its scabbard. "You might want to keep it away from your dragons." After he had been searched and cleared to enter, the guard approached Lodestone. He raised his hand to pull off the shaman's hood, but Lodestone lashed out and grabbed his arm. The man's grip was like a vice, "That," he growled, "would be a very bad idea. You can search me, but try and pull my hood off again and I swear, I will end you. Oh, and the staff probably counts as a weapon." He pushed the staff into the guard's hands. The guard stammered something about being allowed in, Lodestone took his staff and followed Vance through the gates.

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    The carriage finally came to a halt, and a guard could be heard from outside. "We need to search you and your luggage for any weaponry, before you can enter the palast."
    "Do I look like I carry any weapons? Really, if he touches me where he should not, you may kill him, Nahoa." Makana said, climbing down the steps to the ground. Alon just rolled his eyes and followed the guard's instructions. He didn't wear any weapons or magically enhanced items, but somehow he had the feeling that this wasn't all too common for the guards, because they effectively searched him more than the others, who had their weapons with them.
    "Okay, you are clear to go. We will be bringing your luggage to your dorms and stable the horses, so you can just enter now," the guard told them.
    "Finally. Fiona, I'll have a bath at once." Makana told her maid and quickly left for the dorms.
    "Miria, you oversee our baggage until we arrive at our dorms," Alon ordered his maid.

    Alon and his bodyguard entered the palace's arriving hall. Some Figures in the center quickly catched their eyes. Two nine tailed humans, and an extravagant woman talked to each other. "Let's not interrupt them for now." Alon said. Papeki agreed and followed him through the hall.

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    "Ala lyen tu var myak," Lycinta muttered irritably, crossing the distance between her and Leiryn in a few moments, running a hand through her tousled auburn hair. She gave the other delegates appraising glances, then slumped down on a bench. "Lantu mareyn, lu mei ral,"
    How am I supposed to protect you if you insist on going off by yourself all the time?

    Leiryn leaned down towards her and muttered,
    "This is the Imperial City; if they wanted to kill us, they probably wouldn't have let us get this far in the first place. They could just have shot us to pieces before we even got close,"
    "I wasn't talking about the Imperials at large. There could be any number of dissident factions - extremist nationalists, religious fanatics; hell, even daemon-worshippers - who might want to see you dead for whatever reason."
    "But there weren't, and now we're out of danger, no?"
    "No, you're not. There's always the problem of assassination..."
    "Which I have complete confidence in you to prevent." Leiryn smiled and patted Lycinta on the shoulder, a gesture that, if anything, compounded her irritation.
    "Well, I can't prevent anything if I'm not around to prevent it. Hence the problem," she sighed and leaned her chin on Dracomyr's hilt as she idly mused upon the other delegates. The sword resonated with a baleful red, reflecting the woman's state of mind. She held it aloft in one hand, turning it softly. The tip prodded into the ground, leaving a faint mark when she moved it away.

    "That one looks... odd." She said, glancing at the woman currently harassing the nine-tailed 'alien'.
    "Indeed."
    "I wonder if everyone left the guards as flustered as you did,"
    "Probably. I can't imagine most people take particularly kindly to being annexed. Even the provinces probably aren't particularly inclined to allow themselves to be prodded in all manner of places. Even small measures of defiance are better than nothing,"
    "Is that a comment on yourself as well?"
    "Perhaps." Leiryn smiled faintly. "At least we made them bleed for Lyramor,"
    "Aye, that we did."
    "Have any idea when she'll get here?"
    "Ah..." Lycinta paused, then gestured with the hand not clasping Dracomyr. Leiryn's gaze followed, and beheld the statuesque form of Taltherra, standing silhouetted in the entrance.

    Her silver hair flowed to just beyond her shoulders, and sharp, angular features witheringly surveyed her surroundings. Behind her stood the everpresent Nal'yar, forearms bared and tense, right hand hovering near his mace. The swirling scarlet runes that adorned his body faintly seethed with amber light, casting an eerie glow around him like an aura. Lidded eyes and passive features gave him a lethargic, almost comatose, air. His eyes imperceptibly flickered from delegate to delegate, bodyguard to bodyguard, committing their faces and forms to memory - and sizing them up to see what kind of threat, if any, they represented.

    Taltherra moved slightly away from the entrance, standing off a few metres to the side, languidly sizing the others up. Finally deciding to speak to no one, she leaned back and half-closed her eyes.

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    "A bizzare conclave," Rebenkessa noted, watching from the sidelines. "I feel sorry for the poor guards. They're only doing their alloted task, after all. You were very obnoxious, Roden, and you weren't the last either."

    "It's an insult," Roden said. "To be frank, they deserve some measure of scorn, and as it's their alloted task I suspect they've come to grow used to that. I know it would take more than these scrawns to disturb me, if I was to do this."

    "Stoic Roden," she said. "I'll enjoy watching you be unsufferable as leader of my guard, if ever it comes to that."

    "With pleasure," the Swordsman said sarcastically.

    "So let's make a start," Rebenkessa said. "A challenging one." Her eyes flickered from ambassador ambassador, inspecting each one in turn and deciding who wanted to talk, who to watch.

    A smartly dressed aristocrat entered, acompanied by some two dozen servants and one silent bodyguard. "Greetings and honour to you all, representatives of nations, and our warmest welcome to the Emperor's Nightless Palace. I am the High Steward Allenor Perikal, master of the servants here. If any part of our arrangements displeases you, or if you have a request, then please come to me, and I will attend to the matter promptly. In the meantime, I will once again offer a fit welcome to you all. The Understewards can show you to your rooms if that pleases you, or else to a guest hall for entertainment and casual conference. Many Representatives use this as an oppertunity to aquaint themselves with each other outside the formality of tonight's Ball, and there are already several notable personages attending the Lacus Room. Otherwise, you can be guided to any part of the Outer Wing that suits you, at your leisure."

    "We'll go to this Lacus Room," Rebenkessa said softly.

    "Understood," Roden said.

    "But first, follow me." Rebenkessa stalked across the entrance hall, heading towards a silver-haired creature with half-closed eyes before she could move off, standing in front of her and slightly to the side of the Lyramor. Roden halted behind her, watching them wearily. "Rebenkessa, High Summoner of the Seraphi Illumati," she said with affected brightness. "And my Swordsman Roden."

    "Taltherra, Acolyte of the Examplar Sachila, of the Astral City of Syreal, and my Sworn, Nal'yar." She paused, opening her eyes. "I have heard of your exploits in the defence of your homeland."

    "We're flattered," Rebenkessa said, features darkening slightly. "But fame does not equate to success, and so we are here. I've heard a little of your city, but only a little. It sounded intriguing, but before I was tied to my own quest, then the war to my own land, and now fate brings me here. You must tell me all about it, and if it pleases you we can set right any exaggerations of our own world, and our battles..."

    Roden restrained himself from shaking his head in disbelief. He wasn't sure what this act was, but he didn't like it. He'd have to stand it, and wait for something or someone to be imprudent enough to twitch on the real spirit of a summoner.

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    as soon as Mordred arrived to the chamber where all the other Ambassadors were, he saw another man come into the room. he Was High Steward Allenor Perikal.

    "Greetings and honour to you all, representatives of nations, and our warmest welcome to the Emperor's Nightless Palace. I am the High Steward Allenor Perikal, master of the servants here. If any part of our arrangements displeases you, or if you have a request, then please come to me, and i will..."

    After the High Steward finished talking, Mordred decided to stay in the palace a little longer before going to his room. "Gerel, you can go to the room if you want. i will explore this place a little. im gonna try to talk to some of this people."

    "Yes High Flayer" Gerel took a Bow and left.

    Mordred looked at all the ambassadors with marvel. he wasnt used to seeing people of a diferent race, except of course humans, who he had battled many times before.

    he headed for the Lacus Room, hoping to find anyone to talk with...
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    Taltherra didn't move from her position against the wall, though her eyes registed a faint interest in the girl standing before her. A curious creature. Note, however, the inflection of ice in her expression when her homeland is mentioned. Evidently, there is bitterness there - unsurprisingly. I imagine similar attitudes to the Imperials may be found in other delegates, especially if...

    "Perhaps there is one rumour that you may deign to either correct or confirm. Tell me, is the debauchery of the Imperial soldiers upon victory exaggerated... or is it every bit as true as we have been lead to believe?" Her silver eyes narrowed as she awaited the answer.

    "They do terrible things," Rebenkessa said. "But the Seraphi would do terrible things, too, should they have an opportunity. I'm not going to take issue with that in the Palace of their Emperor." Roden made a snorting noise from behind her. Taltherra arched her eyebrows in amusement.
    "Ah, of course not. That would be... discourteous, of course." He is not 'your' Emperor, then. Merely 'their' Emperor.
    "A leader has to see further than the emotion of her people," Rebenkessa quoted. "A leader sees the default malice that is true of all people." Retheln had said that once, to her fury.

    Taltherra noted the shift in the High Summoner's tone - her words were not her own.

    "You speak of all leaders - but there can be no true constant that holds true for all forms of leadership, especially when dealing with such... varied peoples as are gathered here." We are not all human here, no matter how much we may seem so. "Though I have no doubt you are correct, when dealing with your people. If you will indulge me, tell me of how you fought - was there unity amongst your people, or dissidence? Did all of you resist the Empire's advances, or merely some?"

    "People are people all," Rebenkessa said. "And people are mostly flawed. But as for the Seraphi, we fought as we always have done and we always will do. United, strong and defiant, fighting for as long as we could stand. For that, I make no apology even in this Palace."

    "Admirable; very much so..." Taltherra mused. She could inquire as to the result of their resistance - but perhaps that would be pushing the young summoner too far. She paused for a moment, then said,
    "You asked of my city, yes? Then I shall tell you something of Syreal. It is a city within the stars, as you likely already know. It is presided over by the Tribunal of Eleven, a conclave of ascended Immortals. We reach worlds - and they us - by means of natural planar gateways. In this world, Lyramor is the city which houses the portal. We were involved in the war which lead to the city's annexation." It was our intervention that prevented the aforementioned debauchery from being inflicted upon Lyramor. Know that we can give even the vaunted Empire pause, when war comes to us.

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    Kento looked at Devi then said, "Our tails are completely natural and are a symbol of rank in the Kitsune society. Having nine like myself is having the highest rank while progressively going down. As for our wardrobe it is completely normal for our way of traveling as it sometimes has its errors and we might be dumped into a crowd who would want us as...Coats more than they would like to speak to us."

    He crossed his arms before adding, "And if you think we come hating the Emperor then you are gravely mistaken."

    Kento looked over to Shihal and said, "We are now in a safe place and you can remove that."

    Shihal nodded before reaching behind and untying the mask and revealing a fox-like face similar to Kento's except with light blue eyes. The two bowed before walking towards the rest of the ambassadors. Once they neared Shihal's ear twitched catching the High Stewards comment

    Greetings and honour to you all, representatives of nations, and our warmest welcome to the Emperor's Nightless Palace. I am the High Steward Allenor Perikal, master of the servants here. If any part of our arrangements displeases you, or if you have a request, then please come to me, and I will attend to the matter promptly. In the meantime, I will once again offer a fit welcome to you all. The Understewards can show you to your rooms if that pleases you, or else to a guest hall for entertainment and casual conference. Many Representatives use this as an oppertunity to aquaint themselves with each other outside the formality of tonight's Ball, and there are already several notable personages attending the Lacus Room. Otherwise, you can be guided to any part of the Outer Wing that suits you, at your leisure.

    The two looked at each other before walking over to an understward and Shihal saying, "We would like to go to our rooms and unload first as we are not in proper garb to meet with anyone else."

    The understeward nodded before guiding them into the palace. They walked through the Outer Wing. Kento took a look into each of the rooms until he found one that looked most like home. It wasn't too large but had a window that would have a perfect view of the night sky and had expertly crafted Tami Mats like his people had at home. Best of all was the bed that was on the floor instead of the usual human raised ones. He check the room linked to it and it was similar to his so the two took them and dropped their bags in their rooms and began to prepare to meet the rest of the guest...

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    "Hmph, how rude," Devi said, watching the two take their fluffly tails elsewhere. "Cute tails, though. I can see why people would want to skin them for coats. They'd make a much better coat lining, though. Perhaps they're confused as to the use of their fur?"

    "Oh well. Far too nature-y for my taste anyways. Maybe if it came in violet."

    Devi beckoned to Angharad and set off into the Lacus room, hoping to find someone interesting enough to converse with - and perhaps scout out viable dancing partners for later in the evening. She couldn't very well dance with a half-naked barbarian in a mask, however cute he might be.

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    Don't trust her.

    The thought lashed into her head, low and fast, so strong that she winced. Zion! Be quiet!

    She serves her own powers, and they are not ours. She is powerful, and serves a greater power. Be wary.

    Rebenkessa glanced at Roden, who shrugged and smiled slightly, then turned back and composed herself. "Intriguing. When did this annexation occur?"

    "Twenty-three years ago."

    "Two years after we were invaded," Rebenkessa said. "I recall now. I think we would have given much to have recieved the same aid-"

    Better defeat than such a pact.

    "But we were left alone to struggle," she said. "That is the way of the world, of course. But that was all before I was born. Things were better then. They let us keep our customs, our summoners, our order of being. I was raised as I should be, and hated them idly..."

    "That's enough," Roden said.

    "So we said," Rebenkessa said. "It ended badly." And we come here. She followed an Understeward towards the Lacus Room, looking back at Taltherra curiously. "I take it your transdimensional city has never been occupied, then?"

    "Ah, there have been times... though beyond my meagre lifetime, of course. It is said that from one such time, the Tribunal was born - though I cannot say whether there is any truth to this. Regardless, it has happened - though most attempts failed at the Portals."

    "A tribunal?" Roden asked softly. "A place where foppish claimants of a written justice sit?"

    "Hush, Roden," Rebenkessa said.

    A chamber of false gods.

    "You are more fortunate than most," Rebenkessa said doggedly. "Far more so. We had no portals to protect us, and paid that price."

    They walked into the Lacus chamber, a large and sumptuously decorated room scattered with chairs and couches. Rebenkessa looked around, noting the aristocrats scattered and idly reclining and searching for anyone of interest. One group in particular caught her gaze; and returned it evenly. The first thing she noticed was the two bodyguards- identical twin girls, with blonde hair and catlike green eyes that made them seem slightly unnatural. They were clad in matching silver armour and with mirror-image pairs of short swords thrust into sheaths. They stood on either side of two men clad in finely cut blue clothes. The foremost was dark-haired, with animated eyes and tanned features, currently watching Devi with a lively interest. The other had long brown hair and soft, well-formed features, almost effeminate in their grace. This one gave her a subtle glance then stared, lips curling into a smile. He pushed himself up from his position reclining against a wall and tapped the other on the shoulder, whispering something.

    Rebenkessa believed in the virtue of attack. She glared steadily at them and walked forwards, quickly picking her way across the room and coming to rest before them. "High Summoner Rebenkessa and Swordsman Roden," she said.

    "Balser Sergis," the tanned one said. "And my redoubtable friend Toren Edrikas. Representatives of Province Arthius. Our bodyguards, the Starika Twins. A pleasure, my lady."

    The one introduced as Toren smiled. "I've heard a lot about you," he said quietly, lips barely forming the words. "It's interesting."

    Balser gave Devi a whistful look, only to be recalled as Toren tapped him on the shoulder again. "You're the first Representative of your Kingdom, are you not? That's quite impressive..."

    OOC: Feel free to invent NPCs to suit your needs, or control mine consistently with their personality. The exception is the Royal family- I will determine their personality, though once that's done you can all write them talking as you please. But they aren't here. Beyond that, everything goes.

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    As Mordred entered the room, he could see many aristocrats from different nations, all inside. he went ahead and found one in particular who seemed a little bored. Mordred approached him and said:

    "Greetings fellow Ambassador. i am High Flayer Mordred Corran. i Come from the nation of Azarthan...." he was quickly interrupted by the man, who got a little curious about the tittle 'Flayer'.

    "well, its a Rank given to those serving the Tribunal of flight for many long years, and who have seen battles for about the same time."

    "and you dont think its because of the huge blades coming from your arms?" the man responded rudely

    "it might be...but i have confidence thats not the reason" Mordred responded.

    "right....well, enjoy your stay here at the Palace" the man said.

    "You too"

    "if this was not the time for peace, i would have chopped him to bits!" Mordred thought. it was clear that not everyone had a light mood. "lets just hope the Fallglade ball is not the same." he continued talking to other Ambassadors, and stumbled across that same woman with the dark aspect. he could also see a swordsman and a girl talking a little far to his left.

    and as time passed, more people arrived to the room...

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    Taltherra stared incredulously at Rebenkessa as she began to speak animatedly to another delegate.

    "United, strong and defiant, fighting for as long as we could stand. For that, I make no apology even in this Palace." And then: "But that was all before I was born."

    Just how gullible do you think I am, girl? Though perhaps you merely aren't trying. Regardless, your attempts at deception are amusing enough to warrant a second audience, should you ever desire one. Doubtful. And mingling with Seraphi attached to ancestral spirits of dubious allegiance is something that it might be healthy to avoid in future circumstances. Especially when the Seraphi in question are as petulant and emotionally entangled with their bodyguards as that one...

    "Ah, one of the Astrals, no? Or do my eyes decieve me?" A silky voice brought Taltherra's mind drifting out of its reverie. The Syrilian turned to regard a strikingly beautiful human woman standing a metre away from her. Flowing black robes adorned her slender frame. Her dark eyes were almost icy, lacking perceptible emotion. The human woman extended a pale, almost porcelain, hand, smiling softly. For all her vineer of disaffected aloofness, there was a predatory air about her that suggested an intimate familarity with the darker side of politics.

    "No." Taltherra replied, arching an eyebrow in mock surprise. "Am I so easily read?"
    The woman laughed softly, voice weaved in silken, sultry malevolence.
    "Not to ones untrained, my dear," she said. "But, ah... your eyes, your hair... even that sword of yours; they all positively scream celestial."
    "Syrilian," Taltherra corrected, frosty tone thawed by curiosity. "And what of yourself? You seem removed from the typical assortment of petulant children these affairs seem to attract..."
    "As do you, dear," the human remarked absently, eyes sweeping over the others. "Ah, you mean the Seraphi. An interesting one, that. Talented, no doubt, and powerful - though far too attached to that swordsman of hers. Rodian, or something, I believe his name is." Her black eyes flashed with amusement.

    "That Lyrite of yours suffers from the same symptoms, I think," she remarked offhand, flicking a hand in Leiryn's general direction.
    "It's typical practise among Skylords. Their bodyguards always are close to them,"
    "Knowing a bodyguard intimately only causes further sufference when they inevitably fall in the call of duty,"

    Taltherra nodded faintly. Nal'yar, however, met the human's eyes squarely and nodded in agreement. It was a gesture that was almost... chilling. A tingle ran down her spine at the prospect of such violence. Oh, that would be entertaining. The Empire initiates diplomacy, and then the delegates decide to start killing each other. Perhaps one of his daughters would even perish, adding fuel to the flames. Or his son... now that would be interesting.

    She would never give voice to such thoughts, of course. Such a thing would be suicidal. Regardless, they were amusing to keep - and something to keep in mind should the opportunity to incite such a scheme become a possibility.
    "Curious how a war-leader of the Seraphi comes here to talk diplomacy. One might think the choice is intended to cause friction... if one believed that the Seraphi were intending to commit mass suicide. As it is, the choice merely appears unwise."
    "She said she was born before the entire affair,"
    "Ah, how quaint. You didn't believe her, of course?"
    "She makes a poor liar,"
    "Amusing - and tragic if it is not entirely or in part a façade conjured to disarm us as to the danger she poses."

    "Perhaps we underestimate her. Or perhaps she simply is all she appears; regardless, it should become evident once the festivities commance,"
    "Ah, yes... that it should. And so should our own respective agendas... I do hope our purposes are not misaligned."


    Leiryn mused idly upon the gathered delegates - then sighted someone whose face looked almost familiar. He stood, his movements echoed perfectly by Lycinta, and walked over to them. Lycinta tensed, jade eyes narrowing. She composed herself when the Imperial officer turned to regard them, all straightened uniform and airs of illusionary respect.

    Their gaze fell first on Leiryn - and after a glance, identified him for what he was. The white highlights and airy tones in his shoulder-length hair, and skin marked him infallibly as a Skylord. They sized him up, noting the earthy tones of his clothing - a curious choice for a Skylord, they noted, unknowing of what it represented - the ponytail his largely brown hair was tied back into; the lonely strands falling across his face; the scar running on the inside of his right eye down to the opposite cheek; the flecks of cloudy white within otherwise blue orbs.

    "I fought in the Reclamation," the first Imperial stated bitterly; he was a tall, lean man with cropped black hair and eyes that would have been piercing had they not been rendered drifting and dull - by some kind of Bellikari drug, judging by the noxious odour within his breath. "You'll find no welcome here, Lyritan,"

    Leiryn smiled softly, raising a hand.
    "I had no involvement in the Reclamation," he lied, meeting the Imperial's harsh glare squarely. "Do you think my people would have seen fit to appoint me as their representative if I had been involved in the rebellions?"
    "Subjugated states often enjoy sending agent provocateurs into our midst. It is their means of achieving some kind of childish revenge,"
    "Ah, I would hope that Lyramor would not be so petty as that... and besides, would I truly have been granted entrance if I had been known to be one of those involved in the Reclamation?" Leiryn shrugged amiably, glancing at the other Imperial - slightly shorter than his friend, fair-haired and blue-eyed. He was eying Leiryn nervously.
    "Perhaps not," the Imperial admitted. Leiryn smiled knowingly - though it seemed simply nonchalant to outsiders. So you didn't fight in the Reclamation after all. The Empire never did discover the identities of the insurgent Skylords...

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    Quentin watched the delegates with interests, high society amuses him. To him, this was supposed to be a business meeting with the Emperor, sending yearly reports about the debts to the Empire and haggling about trade rights and matters of commerce.

    "Sir, are you sure we should carry this autogun in here?" Blanchard asked, placing the case on the floor. His superior, Aurmine, was already surveying the room with his trained eyes.

    "Yes, I want to give this to the Emperor as soon as possible." he replied. "Besides you should not worry about this crowd panicking, I'm sure this horde of magic reliant barbarians could not recognise an autogun even if it was shooting them in the face," he added with distates, "but I digress, if anything, they would surely make valuable clients as I'm sure our technology would prove useful for their needs."

    Quentin turned his attention towards an approaching Imperial Official, "A pleasure to have you again in the palace, Director."

    Quentin nodded his head in acknowledgement, he knew the game and by Lusiphur he'll play it well, "No, no, it's my pleasure to have the honour of visiting such a maginificent city again." The official simled in return. "If I may be so bold to ask-" Quentin said, "When can we meet the Emperor?"

    "The Emperor is not here at this very moment, sir," the official evaded the question smoothly.

    "Indeed." Quentin replied, and bowed at the official in dismissal, As long as I'm here, he thought, I should probably get to know a few of my fellow delegates and perhaps find a business opportunity.

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    "Sir, we should find our rooms." whispered Mekail to Rythar. "Yes, why don't you, Reana and Cadrock inquire about their location, mean while me and my sister shall proceed to, um, I think it was the Lacus room." Rythar replied. "I am not sure thats wise, wasn't the very reason Cadrock was brought along to keep you two from creating an international scene." Mekail replied. "Nah, we'll be fine. And besides, neither you or Reana can speak Ballikan that well, but Cadrock can." Rythar replied. "Ok, I'll find the rooms." Mekail said, and then he motioned to the other three to follow him. "So then, Aiaria how about we introduce our selves to the other delegates?" Rythar asked his sister. "Of course." she replied.

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    Devi was struggling to refrain from yawning. When she had first entered the room she had headed to the nearest promising man - a rather muscular one with a good European build. With shoulder-length brown hair, dazzling green eyes that she swore she could see herself in and the faintest growth of a beard that was just long enough to accentuate his masculinity he seemed just the thing to distract her. Unfortunately when she had approached him it seemed he was even more fixated with himself than she was.

    She was used to being around men who fawned over themselves, but this man managed to combine a downright creepy fixation with himself and a penchant for bringing up "serious" political issues in small talk, such as slavery or the rebel uprising in southern Vodra, that it managed to repulse even her animalistic conquering behaviour. Land like that simply wasn't worth winning.

    It took an unfortunately long time to pull herself away from the man and, in the end, it took a rather disturbing glare from Angharad to facilitate the escape. In the process she had glanced around the Lacus the hairs on the back of her neck began to rise: a particularly handsome man was unabashedly watching her from the other end of the room. He didn't even feign disinterest when she caught him.

    Her interest was piqued.

    Devi took a moment, turning away from the onlooker just long enough to slip a thin, red cylinder from a hidden pocket in her skirt, expertly applying the blood-red paint to her lips. When she turned back she was dismayed to find that her personal voyeur had diverted his attention to one of the other ambassadors. A woman, no less.

    The Vritra pursed her lips and approached, deliberately swaying her hips just enough so that her skirt would methodically sway in time with her step. She maneuvered close enough to eavesdrop, feigning interest in one of the scenic views that the windows offered. After a moment longer she interjected, timing her words just carefully enough to avoid interrupting.

    She quickly moved beside Rebenkessa, well aware of the mildly irritated look she received. "Oh, I'm sorry, I couldn't help but overhear. You're the representative from the... Seraphi Illumati, was it?"

    "That's correct."

    "I've heard that the Illumati have a penchant for magic. You must be quite the sorcerer to be invited here at such a young age - then again, the Illumati haven't been invited to Naalera Zephol before, have they," she added with a faux smile.

    "Actually I'm a summoner, not sorcerer," Rebenkessa replied, suspecting the mistake had been purposely instigated to give the peacock-woman a reason to stay in the conversation. "And yes, this is the first time the Seraphi Illumati have sent representatives to the Empire, though it was not the first time we were 'invited'."

    "Oh? My mistake, then. All that magic must come in handy, though. I'm afraid I have little experience in the arcane - much of Alaros prefers a more... physical approach to things."

    "I'm sure they do," came the quick riposte, this time from an indignant Roden.

    Devi looked positively wounded for all of the quarter-second it took for her to gravitate toward the tanned, dark haired man that had been watching her earlier. She smiled again, "I assure you, the rumours of Alaros' lust is entirely undeserved. Some of them, at least," she added, leaning ever so lightly against Balser's chair. She glanced down at the two men with a devious grin.

    "I'm afraid I didn't catch your name, Lord...?"

    "Sergis. Balser Sergis."

    Devi gracefully held out her hand for Balser. Without missing a beat he took her hand in his and respectfully kissed her skin. She responded with an exaggerated shyness, the faintest hint of blush visible across her cheeks.

    "Toren Edrikas," replied the other. "And you are?"

    For once the Alarosian displayed what might have passed for actual surprise. "Oh, I completely forgot! I am Vritra Devi Mohini - but my friends call me Devi," she said with a smile, turning to the two armoured bodyguards. "Who are your friends? They certainly seem well armed for a casual visit."

    Balser pried his eyes away from Devi for a moment, nodding toward the Starika Twin closest to him. "They are our bodyguard. I'm afraid it's their job to impose on casual meetings. One can never be too careful, after all."

    "Oh, but of course. My pet is a bit of an imposition as well," she said, motioning toward the barbaric yet eerily stoic form of Angharad who was maintaining a moderate distance from the Vritra. "I'm afraid it can be difficult having a normal conversation with something like him staying close, but so far I seem to have managed quite well."

    Toren leaned forward ever so slightly, getting a better look at the half-naked man in the lion mask. "Pet? Alaros must have some unusual customs."

    "Not at all. He's mine. I own him."

    Roden interjected, acutely aware of the coincidental similarities between his nation and the barbarian watching them. "A slave?"

    "Something like that," she replied, her voice plainly distracted as she ever so slightly leaned forward, watching Balser with an expression that could best be described as a predatory smile. "It's hardly important," she paused. "May I ask what you do, Lord Sergis?


    OOC: All yours, Lestaki. Enjoy the awkwardness!
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    After a few hours of talking to some Ambassadors, Mordred decided to go to his room. since he had no knowledge of the other nations and cultures(except of course knowing other languages), it was hard for him to start a lasting conversation. in the end he decided to go back to his quarters. when he arrived, a steward was fixing it, and getting all the luggage in its place.

    "Where is Gerel?" mordred asked him.

    "He said he had to go and take care of other important business he had..."

    "what?....but he is only a protector....what else could he be doing here?....if he arrives, please tell him to go to the Lacus room, i will be there..."

    "yes Ambassador" the steward said.

    where could he be...important business?....

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    OOC: With pleasure. Oh, and we're currently on holding pattern waiting for those few to catch up, and Andkat to hypothetically join. So socilise in preparation for the ball to follow, or whatever else you like.

    IC: "We are the representatives of Province Arthius," Balser said. "This is our third term here, mostly on account of the excellent social life. Where else can one find such fascinating and diverse people?"

    "Oh, indeed..." Devi said softly. "Three terms? You must be quite experienced."

    "You pick up a knack, yes," Balser said. "But for the most part, as I said... we talk, we dance, we eat fine dinners- it's a hard life, to be sure. Is this your first time?"

    "I wouldn't say that, as such," Devi said. "My experiences in Krast's court, of course-" she let the sentence hang.

    Rebenkessa glanced over her shoulder, to see Roden staring at Angharad with something close to utter hatred. He didn't say anything, but when his strong body rippled with supressed tension and his fists clenched he didn't need to say anything. The Slave simply stared back evenly, a flat and careless glance without words that would do more than a barrage of curses to cut her stern and earnest Swordsman. He'd do nothing, that wasn't his way. But nothing could come of his silent infuriation.

    "Shall we take a walk?" Toren asked quietly, standing a foot behind her. "You intrigue me." He smiled at her startled face as it swept round then gave Roden an even glance.

    "That would be pleasent," she said.

    Toren nodded, turning and snapping his fingers at one of the two Twins. The girl looked at him then nodded, stepping aside. The other moved to stand behind him as he strode forwards, tapping Balser on the shoulder, saying something Rebenkessa couldn't hear. The other smiled gratefully, then turned back to Devi.

    Rebenkessa gave Roden a questionning glance; his senses were excellent. He mouthed "play well."

    Rebenkessa wrinkled her brow, then jumped as Toren placed a light hand on her shoulder. He stepped past her and began to walk. "You must see the Balorax Tapestry," he said. "It's large enough, but the art is in the detail. Always in the detail."

    "It's beautiful even here," she said, looking at the massive, embroidered cloth that dominated one wall, without really seeing it. "You and Balser," she blurted, before she could stop herself. "Are you related?"

    "So direct," Toren breathed, still walking forwards. His leather boots echoed on the cold stone floor, just out of time with her own.

    "Well, you seem to share bodyguards," she said. "And you're very good friends. But he doesn't look much like you-"

    "Friends," Toren said. "Since childhood. Partnerships can take many forms, platonic as us- or otherwise," he looked straight past Roden.

    Rebenkessa followed his gaze to find an aristocratic pair talking, two she didn't know. She restrained herself, only to find him looking at her face. He smiled again. He was quite handsome when he smiled, but there was no warmth there at all. He looked like someone had whittled a beautiful sculture from glass. "Friends are good," she said.

    "But good friends are rare, yes?" Toren observed. He stopped in front of the Tapestry. "Not a spectacular piece," he said. "Not the work of a master. But it's beautiful in its own way, I find. Do you appreciate the arts, my lady?"

    "I've never had much chance," Rebenkessa said. "The arts of magic, and battle, perhaps..."

    "Magic," Toren said. "A fascinating thing in itself. Perhaps you could tell me about your school of magic."

    "You're a mage?" Rebenkessa asked.

    He frowned, looking away. "No," he said.

    "I see," Rebenkessa said, as the silence stretched out. "Normally, those who take interest in the arts-"

    "But I made a study of those abilities others could use."

    "Of course," she said.

    He turned his head and smiled ironically. "Please tell me all about that magic. They call it the fairest art of all."

    Rebenkessa nodded. She'd be as vague as she always was, when these questions were posed. But she could make vague nothings last a long time, especially to one unintiated. Back home, he'd be stunted, a lesser kind of creature. But this place was different. "Well, my tuition began when I was six..."

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    The two Elethar walked into the common room. They were surrounded by other ambassadors and their respective bodyguards. Sepheron eyed the ambassadors for any he recognized, but saw none. "We shall not stay here. There is nothing.. eh.. important, to say the least, here." His companion nodded and they stalked off to their rooms again.

    "Sepheron, why exactly did we come here? I was told only that it was of great importance."

    "Ahh yes. We're here for a few things. To establish ties with the Ballikari, and to..... eliminate the competition. Eh? Try and have some fun tonight, while you can." The mage flicked a sack of coins to the Paladin, who smiled and left the room.

    Sepheron waved his hands, and the room was enveloped in a magical shield.

    "Adeo mihi O Phasmatis. Repleo meus somes per vestri presentia. Tribuo mihi vestri vires , perturbatio , quod mens. Incurro mihi in a redundo , pro opus of Majores est futurus perfectus."

    The air inside the room began to swirl, darkening with an unknown source. There were light voices, whispers entering the air. The swirling stopped and the room went black.

    When he awoke, Sepheron felt invigorated and ready. He had seen the Visions, and knew of his fate. Nothing could stop him now. He stood, whispered something inadible and quickly left the room.

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