A Coronation and a Council (Forum Event)
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Post by Protea Kyanite on Jul 18, 2017 21:02:01 GMT -8
Queen Protea had finally established a deal with the two Gods for the safety and prosperity of the Capital City of Tyran. The Queen had also made sure to start establishing some alliances, and trade routes. Namely, with the Tyran Army (not tied to her court) and the Xenothrin in the north. People noticing the difference had become less reluctant to pay their taxes, and so the treasury was becoming more secure each week as well. There were a couple more major things she had to focus on now though. The coronation, which was necessary for the people to officially see her take power. And the Council which would guide and advise her on not only the events happening outside the Capital, but what could help improve it too. Two stacks of letters were in front of her, and all her available staff and guards that could venture out for her. "These scrolls are to go all over town, to announce the coronation and a request for all to attend. This stack over here is just to go to the people whom they are addressed to." They bowed and gathered up all the scrolls, splitting into two groups for the task before setting out. -Scroll 1- "The Coronation" All are requested to attend Queen Protea Kyanite's coronation, which will take place inside the ball room at the Blackthorn Keep court. The first part of the day will be legalities, and how the transition of power came to be, before the Queen is to accept the crown to rule over the Tyran Capital people. The evening will have festivities in celebration of the coronation, including free food and drinks. If you wish to attend, please dress in formal attire and select a mask at the door as the dance will be a masquerade. For everyone's convenience, the Queen will be known to be wearing a theatre mask, half black and half white, with a blue royal jewel on the forehead. -Scroll 2- "The Council" The other scroll, handed only to individuals known to represent their House, Clan, or Family, invites them to a special meeting a week from the coronation. It indicates that if they have interest in taking a noble position in Protea's court to represent their own people, to attend this meeting and be ready to have questions and to provide information requested of them. This will not be a one on one meeting, all who arrive will be seated together at Her table. If an agreement can be made, future private meetings may be considered. These nobles will not have to remain in the court, but will be given lodgings to do so for respite after long travels. (Time of meeting to be announced) Event Instructions If you wish to take part in the coronation, please respond first with arriving in the day to see the Queen crowned. After about a week, I will be making an official post about her being crowned, in the meantime, please interact with each other, and approach the Queen (who will be seated at the throne) for anything your character wishes to say. The Queen will have two guards by her side, and three staff. After I made the official post of her being crowned, the second half of the event may then take place. All those who wish to take part in it will need to reply in a certain amount of time, and then you'll be given the next instructions. IC Hint: Things are rarely how they're seen. Finally, once the coronation event is completed, the meeting with a future council will be done. Time for that will depend on how the other event goes. So keep an eye on the board. All people who participate in one or all of these, will get the Quest badge. There will be a chance to earn the MVP badge as well. For now, the first part of this event has now officially began. Feel free to post freely, interact with one another, and describe how and why you are attending the day portion of the crowning ceremony. Edit: (Quick OOC clarification: I worded it poorly, my fault, but the first half of the event wasn't the formal attire/masks, the second part of the day was. HOWEVER, since people have already posted and arrived this way, I'm going to just work with it, so please continue on in this fashion. lol. Thanks!) |
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Post by Isaac Grimm on Jul 19, 2017 9:29:48 GMT -8
"Lord Isaac Grimm"
His name was Announced as he Entered the Room, bearing a Gold Trim Tuxedo the tails coming down against his legs, his ruffled shirt and jacket, shined shoes, the mask he picked Quite appropriate half man, half monster one side light one side dark, very appropriate for who he was.
The Grimm's were an Old but mostly forgotten family of Hunters, who in the Darker ages of Tyran where what the Werewolves Vampires and Demons were scared of, The truth was very much more dark then that however the Grimm line in itself was a very big Dark Secret and any book's with his liking drawn in it, subtle notes were given he looked very much like the Previous Lord Grimm's they were in fact himself, he didn't seemed aged much. But it seemed for the moment he was the first to Arrive so he bothered himself with a Drink him and the man swathed in bandages that walked beside him, a Friend a Compatriot Joshua, they stood under a Balcony and talked of business, it did not seem Tyran was short on the need of there particular talents.
While he was dressed very fancy Joshua almost seemed more like a Body Guard to Lord Isaac, while he would have relinquished any weapons his face was already covered by the bandages offering only little peeks of flesh all that which of was heavily scarred with burns.
They would of course Talk of Sarah another Grimm, Medical advancements and funding for Joshua's laboratory, also acquiring cadavers for him to continue his weapons research and medical research.
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Post by SW_Sune_Oinari (Main) on Jul 19, 2017 13:11:38 GMT -8
Sune would arrive alone, their name being announced as they entered "Lady Sune, head of the Oinari Family" the doorman said. The small bump that was her yet to b born child hidden under the red dress she wore, The pink sash about her waist doing it’s job in hiding it. Not that she had reason to be concerned but it was always good to keep such things to oneself.
She had her black and blond hair don up in curls at the back of her head, a yellow headband keeping shorter hairs out of her face and subtle makeup doing the trick of making her look more awake than she felt. silver earrings swung as she took in the room with her black and blue eyes. The nervous girl fidgeting with the shoulder straps of her dress now. “ I guess I will take one of these…” she said to the guards at the door and too a golden man from them that was trimmed in red ad we adorned with a single red rose, golden leaves and berries. She smiled at that as it matched her dress rather well.
“So then it’s time for a new Queen..I under if this one will be much like the last?” she wondered to herself. She was hear both to watch the queen be crowned and as the head of the Oinari Family. A family that had been active in the past but as time went on became more divided and settled into the swing of things in Tyran.
Ari had stepped don as the leader of the family so she could put her full focus into her shop. Her choice coming after she saw the her family sought out his council more than hers these days but then what helpful advice could she give on raising families when she lacked any mate of her own? She moved from the door with her soft pink heals clacking a bit on the floor as she went. The right leg hitting the ground a bit heavier than the left as she made a v-line for the food set out. Being pregnant gave one such strong cravings and she was craving fish more than anything.
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Post by ellina on Jul 19, 2017 15:36:55 GMT -8
Sakura and Rita would arrive together escorted by Sakura's head temple maiden and personal body guard Bellinda Darkiron (Dwarf) wearing her normal temple maiden cloths. Rita would be wearing a long silvery ball gown that shifts through the colors of the rainbow, she would take a Dragon mask and Sakura would be wearing her formal ceremonial robes, a long white Kimono like garment trimed in silver and decorated with symbols of Goddesses of light past and present, she would take a Vampire mask, as they entered the Hall Master would Announce them " Lady Rita Tepes Xenothrin, Queen of Xenothrin Dragon Kingdom, and Lady Sakura Tepes, Princess of Xenothirn Dragon Kingdom and Priestess Ruler of Isle of Light. " as they pass the masker tries to get Bellinda to take a mask but is rebuffed with the comment " I no be wear'n any mask, I be here ta guard da ladies not be dancing like a fool. "
As the two enter a few hushed whispers about the 'Blood sucking priestess' and 'Peasant Queen' but other wise nothing to raise an eye brow at. The two would walk over to take a place and wait for the rest of their family. Bellinda would be standing close with a firm look of dedication to her job.
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Post by Vici on Jul 20, 2017 5:56:34 GMT -8
Thing as always was by Protea's side even more so in recent days it seemed. She felt an incredible depth of guilt for making Protea worry when she had wandered off in her eagerness to help. She seemed less herself the past week and many had noticed making a few comments to Protea here and there about the maidservant to the queen. But today was to be a ball and she was to be there, it was a joyous day meant to be a celebration and all for her mistress.
Thing spent hours locked away in her room trying to find the perfect outfit to wear, it wasn't as though she didn't have enough gowns to choose from now. Maybe if she decided upon her look first. Her face scrunched together as she thought and concentrated soon her hair fell into periwinkle ringlets and she opened her eyes which were now tinted heliotrope, she smiled at herself and clapped her hands together in excitement now picking a lovely mauve gown. She reached the great room and heard the others being introduced making sure to take careful note of each of them for these were the names of lords and ladies of Tyran, or so Thing was given to understand.
She glided across the room to find the table that held the masks and looked each of them over carefully not to overlook any or make a poor decision. But there was no mask to fit her she thought. Birds, birds were free and could fly anywhere, but when she moved to go find the goddess she fell, collapsed, she could not stray far from Protea, no she belong to the queen. It wasn't displeasing though for her greatest joy came from serving her mistress and finding ways to make herself useful. Dog? no dogs wanted to play to run around and be given as much attention as they gave and thing did not think such ideas suited her. Cat perhaps? no cats were very independent and thing relied so much on Protea. Then there were human masks, but those didn't fit her either for she was certain she wasn't human either, not with how she came to life, though none around knew the story save her and Protea, and the one would not tell a soul while the other couldn't. Thing gave a silent giggle to this thought and moved along till her hands fell on a mask that was painted to look like a porcelain doll almost, only it was a broken doll. Yes Thing thought this mask was the one and snatched it up before moving to Protea's side likely to bump into some guests along the way.
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Post by SW_W_SM on Jul 20, 2017 6:16:11 GMT -8
As Wulv approached the staff member who announced the arrivals as they entered gave a not so silent moan as they were not sure how to address this one who had visited blackthorn in the past while other monarchs had sat upon the throne.
"The Lord... or Lady... The... Wulv Shadowwalker," the man gave up as Wulv entered.
Wulv gave a small bow of the head to the man as if to let them know it was alright and they felt no offense to the situation.
They had come dressed in a long black gown that twinkled and made it appear as though they were wearing the night sky upon their form. Their lavender eyes peered out from behind a wolf mask and their dark lips curls into a smile as they gave a small curtsy to the room before striding toward Sune for the time being.
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Post by Lily on Jul 20, 2017 7:25:49 GMT -8
News of the coronation came to the Hallow. She figured it would be in the best interest of her people if she decided to join in. She appeared in a gown of blue, feathers lined the dress which belled out into a typical gown by her hips. Her wings lay against her back, but ever now and then, she would flitter them. The sound, akin to an insects wings. The wings were semi translucent with a soft tint of blue. She held a matching blue mask in her hand. A small crown upon her head that resembled intertwining vines or branches made out of silver sat upon her brow.
The man straightened up and announced her presence. "Queen Lily of the Hallow." She smiled softly as she stepped into the room. Looking about, "So this is Blackthorn." she spoke to herself.
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Post by Raelle Ravencourt on Jul 20, 2017 13:42:30 GMT -8
There was an excited hum from much of the crowd at Raelle's entrance. Rumors had flew from their holding at Raven Perch and from their estate at Riverview, spreading the news of Raven Island attendance at the new queen's coronation. Some whispered about the Deleon Duchess making a second bid for the Tyran crown. It was true their military at both Raven Perch and Riverview had more than tripled in the prior weeks. There'd been little effort made to hide their increased numbers from outside scouts.
"Her Royal Highness, Queen of the Raven Islands, Spear Maiden, Beloved of King Cassiel, Matron of House Deleon, Duchess of Riverview home of the noble Deleon Griffins and Baroness of Raven Perch - Queen Raelle Deleon Ravencourt!"
She smiled graciously at the herald and took the single step forward to the proper spot for the obligatory pause so the crowd could stare. There was a lot of ritual and protocol to these things. Despite what many said, appearance was vitally important.
First of all the Island Queen would never appear alone. Blacktyde was ever at her side, the Shark's sharp eyes, wit, and teeth as deadly as the weapons they both carried. Two steps behind them stood a captain of the Raven Island navy and a lieutenant of the Deleon Griffins, both in full regalia.
Raelle wore black and silver armor that was both ornamental and practical. This was a statement of respect, not offense. A tip of the hat to the power and threat of her friend's Tyran Army and the forces behind the soon-to-be Queen. The crown on Raelle's head was proud and simple, declaring her a queen in her own right without attempting to outstage Protea's authority. She wore her red hair according to Island fashion - long in a thick rope braid and securely wrapped like a decorative cowl around her neck. Her mask was unsurprisingly half black raven, and half tawny griffin.
They moved forward as one entity in perfect step and the crowd obediently parted to grant them room. They kept their eyes forward, ignoring the temptation to glance left or right at the excited whispers left in their wake. Three of the four maintained rigid, expressionless faces. Anything they needed to see had been seen during that brief five second pause at the start.
Raelle's expression, however, grew increasingly relaxed as they approached Protea. Her eyes were genuinely warm and her smile friendly. The foursome stopped before Tyran's new Queen and Raelle granted her a respectful but shallow bow. She boldly greeted Protea as an equal, but the bow acknowledged the other woman's authority within her own lands.
"Congratulations, Queen Protea. I look forward to working with you to the benefit of both of our lands. We'll be staying at Riverview, Your Highness, should you've need of me. It's so close and there's little need of our numbers to further stress your staff. I'm sure we will speak again soon."
She nodded at Protea's entourage and then led her people to an isolated corner of the room, well out of the way.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2017 19:02:51 GMT -8
Cairogen had been in the capital visiting the M.A.G.I.C. Store, visiting with Jason Brood, as he had asked Cair for help with certain issues involving the Store. This day Jason was slightly agitated as there were issues he had to address related to the employs but it would mean skipping the Coronation. He Asked Cair to go in his place several times before Cair reluctantly agreed. He may have become more social since his father left but large gatherings still got under his skin. Cairogen spent a a while thinking on how best to approach things before finally he went to his tailor and helped create an outfit for him to wear. After things were settled there he went to the Store again, and using one of their smithery stations, fashioned himself a mask. He didnt realize there would be masks provided, but nevertheless would still prefer something more suited to him. Afterwards he got dressed and headed to Blackthorn. His outfit consisted of a white cloak with a grey inlay, golden trim and a lining around the shoulders of Black fur. He wore a Black vest, black boots and black pants with similar gold trim, though the vest also has white trimmings on it almost as if he were wearing an overshirt with it as well. He also wore a golden clasp around the waist as an ornate belt along with several other peices that seemed to connect the outfit together. His mask was of draconic design, of silver and light blue. Silver plates ran down between the eyes and down the snout, as Blue horns ending in purple tips, ran along the sides. As he arrived he slipped the mask and gave the coronation invitating to the guard, explaining he was Jason Broods replacement and who he was. As entered the herald nodded to him then made his call, as Jason had sent a letter informing them of cairs attendance in his place. "Introducing Cairogen Ornixen McArther, Son of Dracyl Pendragon McArther and Nephew of former God Lycard" Cair blinked for a minute as he got several looks of anger or fear as Lycard was not well liked , even though Pen was. He looks to the herald for a minute and the herald nods "Thats what your benefactor told me" Cair shakes his head and walks into the crowd muttering "Im going to pull every hair off Jasons head for this one by one for that" It annoyed him a bit to be associated with his father but being known to be his uncles nephew made it hard to deal with people. He walks within view of Protea and Thing and bows to them in respect "I am sorry Mr. Brood could not make it tonight, he had business with McArther Industries to deal with. He wishes you great success in your endeavors and hopes he and the M.A.G.I.C. Store are helpful to the kingdom for years to come." After being dismissed he would move over to get himself a drink, thinking of how grand a start things already were going. Outfit and Mask: Attachments:
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Post by Protea Kyanite on Jul 21, 2017 4:25:47 GMT -8
Protea greeted each person as they approached in turn with the appropriate response. The mask Thing chose to wear was an interesting choice, and Protea reached out to touch the 'cracks' on the mask with a small smile. "A good choice. When we embrace our imperfections and show the word we are not ashamed of them, then others cannot hurt us by them."
Queen Ravencourt was an interesting guest. Protea had read some of the history on her. At the respected slight bow, Protea returned the gesture in respect. "I understand. Please feel free to enjoy the court in the meantime. Welcome."
Cairo passed along the news about Jason Brood and she smiled politely, "It is of no issue. Thank you for coming in his place, and indeed your company is a great asset to our Capital. Please enjoy your stay."
A gathering of royalty and non-royalty was coming together it seemed, which is something that often pleased her to see. It meant they were on more equal footing than usual. She took a glass of wine from her staff who had tasted it already, and drank from it to help calm her nerves. It wouldn't be much longer now before she would have to stand before this crowd and pledge her loyalty to serve them as Queen. Then she had to make good on her promise as well. Unknown to others, there was also a project being put together in the near future she hoped the people could help with. Only time could tell.
For now, she continued to stay at her throne with her servants seated behind her slightly and her guards standing at each side. "Welcome everyone, thank you for coming. It wont be much longer until the coronation ceremony begins, but let us allow the rest of our guests time to arrive first. Enjoy the refreshments and talk among yourselves until then."
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Post by SW_Sune_Oinari (Main) on Jul 21, 2017 7:10:30 GMT -8
Arrived at the food table, eyes looking about as she grabbed a plate and piled some food on to it she ate this rather quickly and then took some more as her body was demanding of her. She saw Rita come in accompanied by two woman she had never met and did not know the names of. One was soon announced to be a princess of the Xenothirn Dragon Kingdom as Sakura, while the third was left unnamed. She supposed it was beaus they were not of any note but it was enough to make her frown as in her mind all should be introduced despite station. It had not been long ago when she had not really been of note either and often overlooked by her own family. Indeed she still was no lady or lord in her mind and yet she was introduced as such.
All this and more was going through her head as she ate her food, the whispers of vampire making her shiver as Wulv was the only Vampire they truly trusted. She became distracted from her thoughts as she noticed thing glide across the room to get a mask. Another strange being she had not yet met. The girl giggling as she picked a mask of a porcelain doll that was broken and then scarring to Protea’s side.
It was then Wulv joined them and sune gave a mil, putting the plat aside on a table so they could hug their mate. “oh good.. I wasn’t sure if you were coming or not” she smiled and nuzzled their face against Wulv’s. “Why must thy announce as lords and ladies? We are not nobles..” she asked them as she did not fully understand or follow politics.
He blue and black eyes scanned over Wulv “oh what a lovely dress, that black suits you so well.” she told them “it makes me wonder if we can’t go find a quite place.. behind some curtains perhaps.” she smirked, trailing a hand along their chest and looking at them lovingly.
Her attention would be diverted again as Lilly and Raelle entered. Lilly as beautiful to look at but then what fairy was not. And yet more seemed excited to see this Raelle and heard the whispers of some Deleon Duchess, whoever that might be. she shifted uncomfortably, further question if she should even be here. This deepening as so many titles accompanied this one.She sighed and looked away even as the others stared and the woman moved on the greet the queen. Those old thought of what right does a slave have in the court of a queen? coming to mind.
Then Cair showed up and sune missed out on the angry fumbles and glares since they ere back to focusing on Wulv “e should go say hello to the queen together I think” she said, more out of nerves than anything. being around royalty always put Sune a bit on edge after how those in his land had treated his kind. He would try to take wulv by the arm to go pay her respects to the queen.
Standing nervously before the woman and giving her a curtsy that was a bit wobbly and not well practised. “I wish you well Protea” sh would say and after the woman spoke her greeting and encouraged them to talk to other she would gladly walk off to talk to Cairogen.
“I’m glad to see you here… I suppose even more glad I did to know Lyncard all that well based on how the others reacted” she said with a slight frown |
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Post by Lily on Jul 21, 2017 12:12:29 GMT -8
Turned her head as Raelle entered just after her. She smiled and nodded her head in greeting, her wings flicking on her back. She watched as Raelle made her way to Protea. A soft smile upon her face as she looked, noticing Sune looking at her. She bowed her head lightly to them in a gesture of greeting. She didn't know much around here as she kept to herself mostly.
She approached Protea next after Raelle. "Its a pleasure to meet you, Queen Protea. I hope my Hallows can be of service to you. Its a little hidden." she smiled softly as she showed her respect to her in a soft curtsy. Her wings opening upon her back and fluttering open and closed much like a butterfly before coming to rest against her back once more. Her dress and mask resembled that of a bird.
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Post by X_Tempest_D on Jul 21, 2017 12:33:22 GMT -8
*Enters wearing his royal uniform hopeing he wasnt a party crasher surely he was invited he was the dragon king after all.."Well greetings everyone."He smiled takeing a seat.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Jul 21, 2017 12:58:09 GMT -8
A masquerade was a horrible idea for a coronation. There were too many liabilities that could take place. With faces hidden, the promise of anonymity had the potential to make people braver than they had any real right to be. As a tactician, General Laelia Kaliba saw many opportunities for things to go wrong during this coronation. Knowing Blackthorn as well as she did, she knew its strengths and weaknesses implicitly, and masks only made it all the more challenging to defend. This was why Laelia had offered a troop of soldiers from the Tyran Army as added security for the event of the coronation. Large events such as these drew attention, and with so many strangers invited into the keep, it was better to have more on guard as additional support. Initially she had wanted to decline the invitation. The last thing she was interested in was rubbing shoulders with Tyran's politicians in a ballroom where there would be alcohol and dancing. It seemed frivolous. But it would raise questions if she were absent, and there may be the opportunity to approach a house or clan leader here that she would not normally pursue. And so Laelia dressed in formal military attire, not fully armoured, but armoured enough. Her long dress coat with trimmed with gold embroidery. It tapered at the waist and then flared to offer a pleasing aesthetic. Polished greaves shielded her shins and vambraces encased her forearms. As always, Starscale was sheathed at her left hip. She decided to bring her son. Zephyr needed the experience, she supposed, and she could hardly protect him from the potential consequences of his birth forever. His exposure had been limited primarily to family and soldiers. It was time to expand his social circle as much as she found the concept of social circles distasteful in the first place. Laelia would not hold her son to her own misgivings. She would let him make his own decisions about where he stood. “Zephyr. Are you ready to go?” She asked over her shoulder as she was straightening her cuffs. “Yeah.” Zephyr wandered over, sighing exaggeratedly as Laelia straightened his jacket. “Do I have to go?” Laelia fixed him with a stare. They’d been over this. “Yes. I expect you know how to behave. I also expect you to be my second pair of eyes and ears.” The young man set his jaw stubbornly but eventually nodded. “Fine.” He remarked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his dress jacket. It wasn’t long before they arrived to Blackthorn. It was nothing to Laelia. She knew this place well. Zephyr on the other hand, had never set foot within the keep that the Vargos had called home. “He used to live here?” Zephyr asked quietly as they stepped through the gates. Laelia nodded, humming a brief affirmation. It wasn’t the answer Zephyr was looking for. His mother never spoke of his father or his father’s twin. It was insanely frustrating to him at times how tight-lipped Laelia was about it. She owed him something about what had happened between them, didn’t she? However, he knew this wasn’t the time to press and so he wedged his tongue firmly in cheek and contented himself to examining the layout of the castle where he had been conceived. Mother and son strolled down the corridors that once had been so dark and oppressive. Little of the Vargo aesthetic remained and Laelia found herself heaving a mental sigh of relief. There were enough ghosts here to haunt her as it was. “Lady General Laelia Kaliba of New Arisalon and the Tyran Army. Lord Zephyr Kaliba of New Arisalon.” Their names and titles were announced without much pomp or circumstance. Laelia couldn’t stand the embellishments. As eyes turned their way, they would find Laelia’s cool blue gaze staring straight ahead while Zephyr shifted uncomfortably beneath the attention. The young man fell into step beside his mother. While he stood several inches taller than her, he was obviously following her lead. They had no retainers accompanying them. Their compatriots were already present amongst the guard. Laelia stared down at the table of masks, hand extending to take up the mask of a lion, crafted of black painted metal and brass. Zephyr didn’t pay much attention to the mask he chose, taking up a solid black half-mask and tying it around the back of his head. He already hated this. Approaching the new Queen, Laelia and Zephyr came to a halt before her. Laelia offered a nod of acknowledgement but did not offer a bow. Zephyr followed suit with a deeper nod of his own. We do not bow. It was something Arc had instilled in her since she was young and she had passed to her son. “We’ve spoken before, Queen Protea, but allow me to extend my official congratulations and wishes for a long and prosperous reign.” Laelia said evenly. May it be longer than the last several, she thought wryly. Once the Queen’s response was given, the General ushered her son away and into the crowd. |
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Post by Protea Kyanite on Jul 21, 2017 13:19:17 GMT -8
(Quick OOC clarification: I worded it poorly, my fault, but the first half of the event wasn't the formal attire/masks, the second part of the day was. HOWEVER, since people have already posted and arrived this way, I'm going to just work with it, so please continue on in this fashion. lol. Thanks!)
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Jul 21, 2017 16:05:43 GMT -8
The Lord Magister traded his austere yet imposing garb for something a little more fitting to the occasion. Resplendent in finery, he arrived without a mask. ( I really thought that was just for the ball, but it looks like he's gonna look a little stupid.) Feeling a bit embarrassed at his misinterpretation, he figured he'd spent enough time behind a mask lately all the same. The herald announced him with respect to his kingdom's title, " Lord Magister of New Arisalon, Trent Kaliba." He entered the room with the decorum it demanded but stopped turning to view the doorway as the herald announced his companion to the coronation. - "Who is escorting...." the Herald lead, awaiting the woman to enter the room- introducing herself to court. ( Attached is a picture of some of Trent's ensemble.)  |
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Jul 21, 2017 18:17:18 GMT -8
"Mistress Milhin LeNoir." The dainty female was glad in black lace that expertly hugged the gentle slope of her curves as if it had been painted onto her svelte frame. A deep plunging neckline descended in the front to her navel, and down to the small of her back. At her knees, the skirt flared out until it touched the floor, concealing her feet completely from view. Milhin's raven tresses were drawn up and coiled at the back of her head in a fashionable style which displayed the elegant curve of her throat. As always, the ebon choker circled her throat, sporting a tiny black butterfly in the center. It's wings flickered with occasional restlessness. She stepped through the doorway and into the ballroom with wraith-like fluidity that made it seem as though her feet didn't touch the ground at all. Violet eyes turned upwards to Trent and her lips parted in a legitimately pleased smile as her hand tucked into the crook of his elbow. |
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Post by Trent Kaliba on Jul 21, 2017 18:37:38 GMT -8
Sometimes, it was who you brought with you to these things, that mattered. Trent smiled at Milhin with a quiet appreciation, before fully committing to the room. Not one to the crowd, and saving real introductions for the council meeting, he gave acknowledgment to those House Kaliba readily counted as allies or friends, the Raven Islanders for instance- and then with familial intimacy, joined his sister.
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Post by SW_W_SM on Jul 22, 2017 0:10:17 GMT -8
Wulv kissed sune passionately in greeting, wrapping an arm around the small of her back pressing in and getting lost in sune's eyes, currently a mixture of black and blue.
"You look stunning too my love. I may take you up on that offer if we could sneak away without drawing attention to ourselves."
That would be the only trouble though in the end, sneaking away, it would appear quite the gaffe. Not to include the suspicions it might draw.
Wulv gave the smallest curl of their painted black lips to Sune and almost shook their head in amusement. They understood that Sune had many difficulties in understanding certain social situations. Their last small foray into a council or court didn't do much to increase Sune's familiarity with them or ease Wulv's mind at arriving to partake in the affairs today and possibly later down the line.
"I was born with the title of Duke in my old land, but in this land we technically own land even if it isn't sworn to a king or queen. And no one would dare address another as anything less than a lady in such situation for fear of offending. Take it for a compliment my dear." Wulv ran fingers through sune's hair giving them a kiss upon the forehead before taking their arm and moving towards the queen to give a small curtsy before introducing themselves.
"As your kind young herald had the issue of stating I am Wulv, please just Wulv, and this is the lady Sune Oinari. We not only represent certain people of Tyran but we our the land owners of the town Night Haven. We thank you kindly for the invitation to this event and wish you prosperity." Their eyes looked at Thing afterward and gave them acknowledgement as well before scooting away with Sune.
"I wasn't sure either if I would come dear, but figured someone needed to represent Night Haven, and possibly the shadowwalker clan, though we operate in secret, but in the end decided it might be useful to know what is going on here. I am only glad there is a familiar face to ease my nerves at attending."
Wulv hadn't liked the idea of this gathering either as it had seemed a great way to trap someone, or many someones, possibly leaving areas open for attack, or themselves. Their hand fell delicately upon sune's and lay rested there feeling the connection to their love and simply having her there.
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Post by Vici on Jul 22, 2017 0:29:21 GMT -8
Thing watched the many people come and introduce themselves and all the pomp and circumstance while remaining loyally at the queen's side. She was excited still and could hardly contain her nerves but remembered to remain quite still and not react unless someone had interacted with her.
She lifted the mask long enough to smile at Protea before placing it down again and returning to her spot.
The few that seemed to take not of her she would give a proper curtsy to in thanks for their arrival. Other than that she watched them all and giggled silently in her head at the whole ordeal. If she didn't already know how harmful it would be to the queen's reputation and their court she would have mocked at least half of the guests that had arrived here. Maybe later in private with Protea where it was safe and the both could get a good laugh from it.
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Post by Harmony on Jul 22, 2017 0:50:26 GMT -8
Harmony was a little late on arriving to the coronation. She had been wrapped up in planning a few weddings that time simply escaped. She did, come in her human form. She wore a strapless blew gown that cascaded to the floor and a matching mask. Black heels adorned her feet as well as a bracelet upon her arm. Her very long hair was up in an elegant bun as a crown sat upon her head. The herald announced her arrival as she entered the hall. "Queen Harmony of Xenothrin. Queen of Dragons. Former Goddess of Light." She smiled softly. Nodding her hellos. She knew her husband would be here somewhere, she just didn't know where. She made her way to Protea and smiled warmly to her. "Congratulations. I hope your reign is as long as the skies above. May the wind forever be with your wings." she bowed her head softly in respect and smiled to Thing and nodded her head to her as well. Harmony's Outfit:  |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2017 3:13:23 GMT -8
Cairogen just kept to himself until Sune approached him. He lifted the dragon mask and sighed "Well its no surprise. My uncle, though he made no large attacks save for the earthquake, did kill many people. During his short reign he destroyed almost 80 small villages in the outreaches. When he wasnt doing that he was wandering about torturing the populace for fun. His job was chaos and destruction after all, and to be honest he held back a lot, not that you would be able to tell"
He lifts a glass of scotch up and took a drink. "Its the bad memories of him, thats the reason i get those looks, even though dad has done much for people. I doubt i'll be seen as anything other than the 'Nephew of Lycard' for quite a while of the main populace." He looks to Sune and Wulv "Save for people that knew the family. Well that and the great Blue Newt King over there" He sticks his thumb over his shoulder pointing at Tempest and made sure to speak just loud enough for Temp to hear him. He looks to Tempest and grins.
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Post by Ronnie Breteuil on Jul 22, 2017 9:00:59 GMT -8
Yes, Ronnie was late to the party, very late, but there was a good reason for this. In some part, Ronnie really had initially little reason to attend this grandiose coronation, Ronnie was however approached by both Sky and his very own mother. Ronnie had learned that they received a scroll that was not given out to commoners. It turns out they where approached by a guard containing a special scroll requesting for for the presence of Ragnorak, who was the leader of the Breteuil as well as the one who was trying to build up his own city slowly. Ragnorak was in a bind, he was in the middle of too many projects to be leaving for the coronation much less some possibly fruitless meeting with other nobles. However, he knew that learning about this mysterious ruling body and the plans that she may want to make could impact what they where planning. It was a situation that could not be ignored. This is where Ronnie came in as he was Ragnorak's Nephew, which sort of made him qualified to be a representative. Ronnie had his issues with the family, but he was still very much affiliated. He was also not involved any of the family important projects, which made him the perfect candidate. Ronnie was convinced by two strategies. The first was his mother and child hood friend asked him. The second was that he was told he could possibly also find out about Vargo family or at the very least know what Tyran's future may hold. Ronnie practically had no choice but to accept. The only thing was left was for them to redress Ronnie in new clothe attire as his usual outfit would not be good to attend the coronation. Ronnie was forced to wear a green and white theme royal cloak attire. The Breteuil emblem was on the back, which was a red circle and the letter B in bold in the center of it. Ronnie was also given a plain white mask with a diagonal scar on it that creaked between the slender slits in the mask for visuals. Now flash forward to present where Ronnie had finally arrived to the site. The only difference was that Ronnie had one brown eye and red eye that was gazing in the distance, hidden mostly by his mask. The first thing he noticed was all the guards they had stationed around. Ronnie made sure to leave all his weapons with Shrick. Ronnie knew he would most likely be observed considering he was representing a party with no formal or current affiliation with Tyran's highest ruling family. Ronnie would go through all the security protocols that he would need to enter, including letting them know whom he was representing. Now it was the fun part, mingling with a bunch of noble yahoos and possibly stiff guards. Ronnie first instinct was to immediate scout the area for possible informants. Suddenly Ronnie's eyes would gaze upon an individual with a familiar presence, not a good presence at all. The person may have been somewhat hidden by a wolf mask, but his presence could never be forgotten. Ronnie's hands began to shake nervously. Ronnie began to feel his killing intent beginning to rise. Ronnie would have to momentarily close his eyes and take a deep breath to calm his mind. When his eyes reopened he had three set of spears aimed at him as three guards in the area apparently mistook him a threat,. Ronnie managed to keep his cool and simply spoke, “No need for those gentleman, I am no threat here. We just have a misunderstanding of sorts it seem.” Fortunately with the tension and killing intent dropping they decided to let him be, but it would be obvious he would probable be watched more closely. Ronnie would have to rethink his plan and he would probable have to wait to later before introducing himself to the knew queen as tensions may be to high.  Swap black colors for Green and other colors for white. |
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Post by SW_Sune_Oinari (Main) on Jul 23, 2017 10:49:58 GMT -8
Sune flushed at the kiss, pulling Wulv in closer “my love.. people are watching..” she flushed and giggled even though she did not refuse his kiss and would kiss her back with just as much love and passion. She giggled more as wulv said they may take the up on the offer.
“I know my love.” she smiled slyly, bating her eyes in a way that brought out that mischievous look to her face. Her brow furrowing as she tried to understand how a slave could be considered a lord or a lady. It was more than just prior incidents that had left the girl confused and uncomfortable. the only saving grace about this whole ball was a least the queen would not be flirting with her mate and trying to steal them away.
She sighed “so! You know what tittle I was born with..” she started into it, the hurt coming to her eyes. Wulv was born a Duke so did that mean they would always be such..Did that mean that despite the growth Sune had gone through and the work they had done they wold still be labeled a slave? a Pet? She shook her head. She knew better.. Wulv didn’t see them that way and yet it still lingered in her mind.
“Never mind my love, never mind” she sighed, giving her an apologetic look and nodding “yes a complement” She agreed, not sure why owning land should change anything but Wulv was right.. they should be glad to be called a lady and not upset about what they once had been.
By then they were before the queen and she had introduced herself in her usual shy and unsure manner while wulv would do the same in a more bold and confident manner. It still felt odd to sune to be confirmed the head of any family. Especially when his family ere so widely dispersed and rarely came to him anymore. Still she had been given the roll by Ari and would do her best to be the face of the family, even if it did make her feel shy overtime someone called her a lady.
After the greeting they both moved away and she looked to Wulv with surprise to here they were nervous “You? Nervous? but why my love…? I mean you com across as so confident and well strong” she said, lowering her gaze and bitting her lip. It was that same strength that had made Sune fall for the woman, well that and just how stunning Wulv was no matter their form or gender. Surprisingly sune did not see any danger in this dance… but then what experience did she have in being ambushed outside of being drugged by Nakita and waking up in chains the next day?
She stood now listening to Cairogen, Occasionally glancing about the room as others entered and taking note of them too. She frowned as the man talked about how many people his uncle had killed “Ah! Well then I can see why so many would be upset.” she commented, not knowing what else to say on the matter. She nodded and gave him a hug “we know you are not bad people. You can’t go around judging people on their families though. If people did they might be looking at me the same they did you if they knew some of the things Di has done” She shuddered at the though for though Hi brother had not done as many bad things as Lyncard it was still more then enough for Sune to look badly on the man.
She caught the call to Temp and Waved the Dragon over, resisting the urge to shout the mans name as she had been told that was rude in such spaces.
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Post by Jacob Tanner on Jul 23, 2017 15:38:15 GMT -8
The wide single-arch doors cracked open for him, the herald within reaching a white gloved hand in his direction to motion him inside. Inside... Out here, he was just Jacob Tanner. A relative nobody in the great game. He could turn around and walk. Nobody would ever know he was here. He could stay below everyone's horizon. From what he knew of life so far is that it was much safer to do just that. Once you started meeting with kings and queens life had a way of propelling you forward--not always to places you wanted to be. In there he would be corporal Tanner of the Tyran Army. In there he had a rendezvous with destiny. Or at least the closest thing to it he had ever experienced. Never, in all his days, had he thought he would be graced by the presence of a queen. This was without equal the most important day of his life. Impress the queen and maybe someday he would see sergeant. Embarrass himself and it would be sweeping floors and serving soup in the barracks for years to come. The pressure was real and it was mounting. No, I am nothing if not a man he reassured himself and straightened his issued ceremonial armor. The damned thing hugged a bit tightly in the wrong places but it was the cleanest thing he owned. Others had scoffed at him for the care he took in keeping it pressed and neat. 'Never will you be needin that ya moppet' they badgered. And here he was. Ready to meet a queen. If only they could see him now. He wondered what they would say... With that thought bringing a smile to his face, he stepped in. Time to meet with destiny. ------------------------ "Corporal Jacob Tanner, Tyran Army," the herald's voice boomed over the crowd. That was the only time he had ever been announced in such fashion. He felt grand. Larger than life. But then his eyes made their way to the queen. Immediately he knew he was outclassed. The way the sun from the enormous stained glass window behind the throne radiated off her was majestic. He threw looks around the great gathering hall to see if others were as dumbstruck. Quickly, he regretted doing that. They were all dressed better than him. They all seemed more regal than him. Worst of all, they all seemed vastly more important than him. When the captain of the guard had told him he could attend this event he had made no mention of the caliber of guests that would be in attendance. The feeling of grandeur abandoned him. In its place was a bubbling nervousness. Maybe he should have just walked. Maybe he still co- "Well son, go pay your respects to your queen," the herald whispered to him through his thoughts. "Uh, right. Thanks, sorry," the words nothing more than a mumble. Time for him and destiny to see what each other were made of. One foot in front of the other he made his way to the throne. First, he moved by a man in a gold-lined tuxedo. How much did that cost? His own attire was maybe worth a single silver if it were mint. His was clean, dry, and orderly, but it was not mint. Then a woman adorned in many pink layers. Her outfit was pleasant on his eyes. The soft hues were comforting to say the least. Next were dragon masks, kimonos, silver color shifting dresses... Where in the worlds were such things crafted? It was like walking through childlike imagination. It was both wondrous and intimidating to him. It was all happening so fast. Row after row of well-dressed splendor was on display. Generals, nobelmen, dignitaries, duchesses, lords, white flowing armor and--he realized he was at the queen. Now thoroughly overwhelmed with it all, he let his training take over. He drew his sword and placed the tip firmly in the ground. Holding the hilt with both hands, he took a knee and bowed his head. "Your majesty, I am," he felt his mouth dry and his throat clamp, "C-Corporal Jacob Tanner," he looked up at her with nervous humor as he remembered the herald, "But I guess you already knew that," then he remembered he hadnt been told to look at her. His head quickly re-bowed. "The captain s-said I could come to watch the crowning... er," he fought for the word, "Coronation," good save! After waiting the appropriate amount of time, he rose to his feet, but stuck with his bowing and he stepped backwards, "I uh, Ill be just back here your majesty. Thank you." He then found his way to a seat. Somewhere near the back where he could hide the fact he was sweating. Well... she hadnt killed him. Maybe things went alright after all? He smiled sheepishly as he claimed a spot amid the crowd. His ceremonial uniform:  |
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Post by Jacob Tanner on Jul 23, 2017 15:48:07 GMT -8
When his eyes locked on general Laelia Kaliba, his insides almost melted. He now knew why the captain had told him about this event and even more why he had pushed him to go. So that not only could he make a fool of himself in front of the new queen, but also in front of the commander of the entire Army. Well played captain...
He had never spoken to her personally, but he had seen her during a pass and review and once during a garrison inspection she conducted. She was gentle on the eyes, but her tongue was just as lethal as any weapon she utilized. He had seen her belittle a sergeant of arms during that inspection. Words that caused deeper scars than any dagger could.
If there were any gods that had mercy in mind for him, she would not see him.
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Post by Krixia on Jul 23, 2017 16:52:00 GMT -8
And so such a time it was. Standing in the grass, staff in hand, The Shaman watched the city in the distance. Some people were going to and from in larger groups than usual. While normally it didn't matter to her one way or the other, it still was nice to know what they looked like they were doing. She had a job to do, after all.
Knowing that her staff likely wouldn't be acceptable within the castle, she turned it horizontal in her grip, the thing shifting into a snake before it slithered up her arm and coiled around the upper section a few times and changed into what looked like a golden piece of jewelry on her right arm, complimenting the dark green, dormant tattoo's that covered her skin.
Woman shifted into her native, feline form. Running her way to the outskirts, she slowed until she reached the perimeter. Tiger turned back into woman. She made her way into the city behind a small group, getting odd looks as she did.
Typically, Krixia would enter the city in a robe with a hood or something to disguise herself, but today she was less caring. If times and laws... and people were changing hands along with the religions that were causing threats to the land, she might just have to consider the possibility of allies herself. More importantly, she had a message to deliver to Protea.
Shamanistic garb is what covered Krixia. A deer skull helmet, green and golden brown robes made of cloth and leathers, several charms and necklaces, and many pouches covered her form. There was a fair amount of skin showing on her sides, upper back, and arms. Her feet were bared in sandals as well. Being a creature that had pull of sensuality, wild nature, and beasts, she drew quite the eye on her way through. The outfit she wore tended to turn that eye away again, though. That was best. She didn't have time to flirt with man or woman at the moment.
Getting into the castle was an interesting affair, as before she could be brought before the herald, she was stopped and requested to be pulled aside. Following the request, given her need to go inside, she calmly, for now, stood aside the entrance with a small contingent of nervous looking guardsmen.
In truth, Krixia was a neutral entity when it came to the actual political game, but since things had changed over the past few years, she was more neutral to everything aside from protecting Tyran's essence. With her arms resting relaxed at her side, she stared at the guards and waited patiently for one of them to speak.
"Shaman. Look... we don't want any trouble. A few of us know you have a dislike towards some of the ways of the city and a small few of us, but this isn't the time for trouble or grievances."
Krixia looked them all down one by one, each of the men either being drawn in by her or being more nervous. "This is not the time for that. This is a time for celebration and message. I have message for your queen, and I will give it when I'm able. I'm here for congratulations as well. I mean aid, not harm. Anything else?"
The guards looked at each other for a moment, exchanging glances, then let the woman on her way with a gesture and a half bow. Krixia turned away and made her way in, determination helping her stay calm. Distractions were wonderful at the moment. She'd rather be locked in the temple with Sinead, curled up and sleeping at the moment, but duty came first.... and she had to work to keep the reminder of her daughter's disappearance from heavily plaguing her thoughts.
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Once she had her turn in line, she stepped up and eyed the masks. She was already wearing her headdress, and just looked back to the herald... slightly less patiently than before.
"Ah... and you are, miss?" Curious question and uncertainty of her or her outfit, the herald didn't know what to make of Krixia at first, but she simply smiled a charming smile which nearly immediately had them relaxing and near affectionate.
"Unimportant. I am Shaman. Representing Nature's behalf."
The man stood up straight, even tried to give an impressive show for Krixia's benefit, and called out her name just as they had everyone else's.
"Worldly Shaman! Representative on Nature's behalf!"
Krixia didn't wait after, immediately walking her way over to stand where most everyone else had to greet the queen. Even if she didn't adhere to the people, she would at least offer respect. Something she gave to the spirits she'd served for some time now. A slow and rather.... sinuous curtsy was given, eyes locked onto the queen's. While she wasn't trying to seduce, her emotions got the better of the animal spirit woman. The intense gaze simmered slowly as she stood back up until it was relaxed. It was not challenge, and nothing seemed to really happen from Krixia. In reality, she'd fought the urge to growl in her formal greeting.
"Congratulations, Queen Protea. My visit is not so simple as that, but when proceedings allow, I would like to deliver a message on behest of the land itself. Until then..." Stepping away, she found herself a spot that was as equidistant away as possible from structure pieces and slid her arms around her stomach. Eyes warily watched people... eyeing them one by one. None of them likely knew who she was, and she preferred it that way. She would let her gaze pass by Laelia and her fellow army members, as well as any of the officials or royalty from other nations. Were she of a less occupied mind warring for domination between instinct and logic, she might actually properly introduce herself.
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Post by Protea Kyanite on Jul 23, 2017 21:29:20 GMT -8
The Queen returned the greetings each in turn, taking time to commune with those who spoke more than a greeting. It was not proper for her at the moment to carry on proper conversations with any of them, or answer questions of official matters. That time would come later. Most seemed to understand this though and kept their thanks and greetings brief enough to allow for the 'line' that had formed to move fluidly.
She nodded over to the band who began to play a very quiet 'background' type song that wouldn't override anyone talking, but entertain those in the more quiet sections of the room. It wasn't dancing music, not yet at least, but she wanted to ensure that they were not overly bored because these ceremonies could get tedious at times if you weren't used to them and knowing how to entertain yourself in the dull moments.
She finally rose when the guests had finished arriving for the most part and gave a smile to her guests before she vanished with her servants into the camouflaged door behind the throne. It was now time for her to get dressed and ready to return for the official part of the ceremony.
(People may still enter, but since your character is "late" so to speak, you'll find the Queen absent the throne at this point.)
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Post by Ronnie Breteuil on Jul 23, 2017 23:16:56 GMT -8
After Ronnie's minor scene Ronnie decided not to get in the line to meeting the queen. He settled just with observing the occupants and new arrivals. It could be obvious he was breaking protocol of greeting the queen first, but he didn't feel important enough to have a seven seconds introduction.
Ronnie lets out a sigh as this part of the ceremony was going to be boring. He had to wait out for the coronation ceremony to begin. Small talk with the many military officers, nobles, representatives and other unpleasant fellows was not one of his favorite things to do if he didn't have to. Ronnie kept to his thoughts plotting his next move.
It wasn't long before he noticed the queen excusing herself along with her servants. Perhaps it was finally time for her to make her final coronation preparations. The sooner this was done the better, One good thing he noted was that with the queen gone the guards and occupants would probable relax. That would make gathering information possibly less troublesome.
Ronnie's eyes hidden behind his white mask would fall upon Krixia, her intriguing presence and look reminded him of nature, which reminded him of his childhood friend, Rose. Ronnie gathered his thoughts to try and remember her introduction to the queen. He knew she said something about nature but the rest was fuzzy, he heard way too many introductions to remember all of hers specially. For the time being he just observed her pondering approaching her or not. .
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Post by X_Orisimark_D on Jul 23, 2017 23:26:54 GMT -8
"Lord Orisimark of the drow"
He wore a fancy black tunic and pants embroidered with silver and a long black and red robe covered in diamonds around him. he would notice many people he knew and would see the queen had currently vacated her throne. he did not want to disturb anybody right away so he would move over to the food table and grab a plate piling food on it. He began to take slow bites watching everyone around him. he had never been to a big social gathering like this especially one to coronate someone that wasn't him. but he waited for someone to approach him. smiling and nodding to the passersby
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welcome
Tyrannights is a free-form play by post RPG with a medieval fantasy setting. It was formed in 1997 by Shawn and Doreen with many different owners and versions over the years. Its current version is Tyran: Tales of Legends owned by Sinead and Laelia.
Tales of Legends is world and character building focused with and original setting. There are no forced character aps or registration, so come stay in Wendy's Tavern for a drink. Have you character serve one of two Tyran gods. Rule a city of your own, or serve Tyran's Queen. There are limitless possibilities for your character's story... so what are you waiting for?
Tyran is PG 13 and LGBT friendly.
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