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Sept 15, 2018 8:46:45 GMT -8
Post by Laelia Kaliba on Sept 15, 2018 8:46:45 GMT -8
Mordred awoke with a severe headache. Bottles of Absinthe were strewn about the room. He was alone though. He immediately checked himself for blood and or any other bodily fluids. Nothing. The initial frantic reaction yielded nothing he needed to be concerned about. He would lay back in his bed and stretch. The first thought that would be at the fore of his mind, was that he needed an audience with the queen. No. He needed to see Laelia, titles be damned. They saw each other last evening and certain things were still familiar. Front to back they moved seamlessly. He was remined of when the twins and Laelia where closer. He had made a point, before inebriation took him, to have a message sent directly to her(Laelia), that he would like a moment of her time today. He would wash, dress and then vanish. Respectfully, hood drawn, appearance hidden in the confines of a cowl... he stepped from a pitch of shadow to a point a few meters off from the guards that allowed access to the Queens castle. Doing their duty he was stopped. "I am expected." He lowered his hood and the guard swallowed hard but moved off to inform Laelia. The one left shifted uncomfortably.
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Sept 15, 2018 8:46:57 GMT -8
Post by Laelia Kaliba on Sept 15, 2018 8:46:57 GMT -8
The silence was awkward, but it wasn't long before the guard hurried back. "Please follow me, the Queen will see you." He bowed neatly at the waist and gestured for Mordred to accompany him.
It was the first time Mordred had been given entry to the palace, the first time he had been able to see what was inside its walls. As expected, the design and architecture was functional, sturdy, capable of withstanding a long siege. The decor was militaristic to suit the Queen, with replicas of historical weapons and suits of armour from renowned figures of Tyran's past, and tapestries depicting great battles.
Mordred would be led efficiently through the stone corridors and up a set of stairs, down another corridor to where a door was open at the end of the hall. "Your Grace, Mordred Vargo to see you." He announced at the door, gesturing for Mordred to enter.
Laelia sat behind a desk, reading over various reports. Lifting her head at the announcement, she nodded. "Please come in." She shifted back in her chair and stood from the desk, skirting around it. "Close the door."
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Sept 15, 2018 8:47:28 GMT -8
Post by Laelia Kaliba on Sept 15, 2018 8:47:28 GMT -8
Mordred took note of everything. Yes, Mordred Vargo brazenly walked along the corridors of the royal palace. Her father would admonish the Queen for the misstep.
He was lead to an area where he was announced, shown in and asked to close the door, which he did so promptly. A faint grin touching his features at the formal air of things. "Your majesty." He stated with an almost snide tone. "Pardon the interruption by your most humble of servants." He made an excessively low bow to her and a sweeping motion before himself to show humility. He rolled his eyes, stood up and took a seat opposite her without being asked. "How are you." The formalities, were forgotten.
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Sept 15, 2018 8:47:40 GMT -8
Post by Laelia Kaliba on Sept 15, 2018 8:47:40 GMT -8
He was shown nothing that could not be discovered by some well-placed questions to any of Tyran's residents who had been granted private audiences with the Queen. The route was direct and showed nothing of the inner workings or potential secrets of the palace. Her father had admonished her for many things regarding her association with Mordred Vargo, but this was unlikely to be one of them.
"Humble, and you, don't belong in the same sentence." Laelia remarked dryly with a roll of her eyes. "I'm quite well, despite outside efforts. There was an obviously unsuccessful attempt on my life several nights ago. I don't know if the rumours have reached the Carrion Lands or not." It was said casually with a shrug of her shoulders. Obviously the Queen didn't think much of it. She gestured to a sideboard where numerous bottles of spirits were kept. "Would you care for a drink?"
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Sept 15, 2018 8:47:58 GMT -8
Post by Laelia Kaliba on Sept 15, 2018 8:47:58 GMT -8
Mordred paused and a checked fury passed over him. Someone attempted her life. He seemed to go rigid and his hand clenched into a fist so tight, his knuckles went white. He cleared his throat. "Hair of the dog....if you don't mind." She knew his preferred drink and had spied a lone bottle of the green fairy hidden amongst the others. It was symbolic and ironic. "Are you joining me, or is it a working day for the queen?" He watched her carefully. His demeanor was casual and unassuming. Dare even genuine as he spoke with her. "How has Zephyr been?" His questions were asked in rapid succession, knowing that an audience with the queen, always provoked whispers.
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Sept 15, 2018 8:48:08 GMT -8
Post by Laelia Kaliba on Sept 15, 2018 8:48:08 GMT -8
Laelia stood and moved to the sideboard. She still remembered how to prepare it. A finger of scotch for herself. She returned, handing him the glass of absinthe before settling across from him. "Everyday is a working day for the Queen. Thankfully, I make the rules." She indulged a sip from her glass, as always exercising control over the amount she imbibed.
"Zephyr seems to be doing alright. Naturally he is at the age where he strives for independence and getting out from under my shadow, so to speak."
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Sept 15, 2018 8:48:22 GMT -8
Post by Laelia Kaliba on Sept 15, 2018 8:48:22 GMT -8
He would nod as he listened. He would swish around the contents of his glass, furthering the mix, then take a faint swallow after she sipped from her own glass. "Seem's to be..."he laughed, "I know you and he is fine..." He yawned slightly then continued almost comfortably, "You cast a long shadow Queen B." He winked at her then grew serious. "I need to let YOU know something..." On purpose he indicated the word you, then got to the point of him being there. "If news should reach you of my passing.." he laughed arrogantly. "Should be factual and find you...take care of her again." Mordred turned again to look directly at Laelia, knowing full well she would understand what he implied. "I don't plan to loose in this one endeavor. The best laid plans of mice and men though...Is that asking too much?"
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Sept 15, 2018 8:48:33 GMT -8
Post by Laelia Kaliba on Sept 15, 2018 8:48:33 GMT -8
The corner of her mouth quirked. A long shadow indeed. "I am trying to give him the freedom to discover for himself the kind of man he wants to be. I have given him the tools and prepared him the best I can. And I will always do my best to guide him if he wants my help. But for the most part...the rest is up to our son." It was perhaps for the first time that she felt peace in saying those words aloud. Our son.
Her head canted and her brow creased slightly as she took his meaning. Take care of Monet. "I will always try to take care of her." Laelia said somberly. Try being the operative word. Monet didn't always make that easy. "I would ask you to try your best not to die, however. It would be unfortunate for Zephyr to meet his father, only to have his father die so soon after the meeting." And she had finally become accustomed to the idea of Mordred being back and having some kind of amicable relationship with him again. She would not voice that thought aloud, however.
"What are you going to do?" A rare undertone of concern laced her voice.
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Sept 15, 2018 8:48:47 GMT -8
Post by Laelia Kaliba on Sept 15, 2018 8:48:47 GMT -8
Mordred smiled and winked, "make you proud of me." Mordred was wicked but there was a coy charm that had even managed to find the chinks in Laelia's armor. "I have prepared my entire life for this thing and besides, this time, I actually like it here." He stood in front of her, directly within her personal space but not touching the woman. He would inhale and then grin to himself. He stepped back and licked his lips. "Pardon the liberty my Queen..." He grew serious then, all innuendo aside. "You finally said, our..." He paused. She would know how genuine the pause was. "I am resolute now in all things...you were the last and most difficult to face...even for me." He began for the exit, knowing he could not continue to keep her from her duties now. "If asked I blackmailed you or some shit for the meeting." He offered a half smile.
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Sept 15, 2018 8:49:00 GMT -8
Post by Laelia Kaliba on Sept 15, 2018 8:49:00 GMT -8
A pale brow lofted as he stood and stepped close to her as though he were inhaling her scent. Metal and leather mingled with the clean scent of the soap she used to wash. "You're forgiven." She said, and perhaps he would intuit by her expression that she meant something further than this moment.
"Perhaps if you were someone else and perhaps if I were trying to ply you with kind words, I would wish you good fortune. But you and I both know I don't believe in luck, or fate. We make our own. So make your own fortune, Mordred. Win. I know you can." Her mouth curved in a rare smile.
When he was ready, the guard standing behind the door would see him out.
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Sept 15, 2018 8:49:15 GMT -8
Post by Laelia Kaliba on Sept 15, 2018 8:49:15 GMT -8
He would grin deviously, took her hand without asking and kissed the back of it. "A Queen's grace, and a madman's desire for vengeance. You deserve better but know I will never fail your order. I will win." He said nothing else, took a formal air and would exit her office. A wisp of darkness though seemed to linger in the office behind him after he took his leave. It would seem to twist and dance with a sentience. If looked at it would be an Image of Monet, flickering from basking in the sun, to sleeping upon the earth, to bathing under the moon. His gift for Laelia's understanding and strength. The twins always watched.
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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?
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