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| − | "Lord Duke, Lady Eleanor has arrived." A guard announced as he stood in the doorway to the Duke's private quarters. "Well where is she? Told tell me you left her standing out in the cold!" Replied the Duke, with a hint of annoyance. "I.... She only asked you be informed. I will show her inside at once." The guard bowed, and departed, returning with the Lady Eleanor.
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| − | When they did, the table was fully set, and Hexic was pouring the wine. "Ah, Lady Eleanor, please, come in."
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| − | '''Roleplay from Eleanor Orgauth'''
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| − | The guard came to escort her to the Duke, Eleanor didn't bother to speak with him and answered him with a nod while following him, she then entered the place examining it, her pale marble skin turned yellow with the light of the candles, as usual her hair golden blonde hair was tied in a long braid, she was short, extremely young and overly delicate looking almost sick, dainty would be the word that described her best.
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| − | Her stance and movements however where firm, proud and full of disdain for almost everything around her, it was a strange contrast, a combination that seemed out of place, but still very convincing, seeing the Duke and hearing his words she replied eagerly in an arrogant but playful tone.
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| − | "I thank you for the invitation Duke Hexic, I wasn't expecting so much for a simple gift" but despite her words, it seemed that it was just what she hoped to accomplish with the wine, she then approached a chair and seemed to hesitate a moment as if asking him to offer the seat to her
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| − | "A fine wine should never be drank alone... Particularly when such a beautiful companion as yourself is available." He had almost not said that last part out loud, but was glad he did when Eleanor seemed to enjoy the compliment. "Ah, where as my manners? Allow me." Hexic rounded the table, and offered the seat to Eleanor. He tucked the chair in behind her, and sat opposite. He signaled to the servant, and food was brought fourth. Hexic raised his goblet and proposed a toast "To Paisly, and it's fine wine!"
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| − | '''Roleplay from Eleanor Orgauth'''
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| − | "To Paisly and the wine!" she raised her cup brightly and drunk carefully appreciating the taste of wine
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| − | She was liking the dinner, the food and the drink were good, everything went as planned and the Duke seemed to understand what pleased her, she liked compliments, gifts, invitations, she loved attention, feeling appreciated and valued, being treated like a queen, these things were her keys to something new, they would open her future and ultimately destroy the = beast of the beast which constantly tried to drag her back to the darkness with it's claws, she wanted...no, she needed glory, power, fame, only those things would ensure she would never know suffering again, or she thought.
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| − | It soon became clear why she was so thin and almost looked sick, she barely touched the food just eating small bits here and there, soon stopping seemingly satisfied, she also didn't drink much as well soon turning her full attention to the Duke
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| − | "So Duke Hexic, what's your opinion about the future? Paisly is certainly a fine addition, but I believe more expansion will be needed before we can really rest." her eyes shined with possibilities that crossed her mind at the moment
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| − | "If there is one thing I've learned, it's that you only find rest in death, and occasionally in sleep. The time between battles and wars is just as chaotic as the battles and wars themselves. One with as much responsibility as mine always has things to do, that need to be done." Hexic let out a sigh, now reminded about all the work he faced these days.
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| − | "I suppose that if we defeat Madina in the coming days, we will try to acquire Paisland. Should we fail, we will most likely be defending Port Raviel from Madinan invasion. Beyond that, I cannot say. Well, that is not true. If we acquire Paisland, odds are Duke Mathias will appoint his wife to be the lord." Hexic took a sip of the wine, and continued. "And what about yourself? Is there a station you wish to achieve? Do you have the ambition to seek a lordship of your own?"
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| − | '''Roleplay from Eleanor Orgauth'''
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| − | She hesitated for a moment smiling as Hexic asked the question, and she knew the answer was yes, she would like to go as high as possible, but decided to answer with a less ambitious reply, not everyone would understand her well enough to know the reasons for her dreams and accept them.
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| − | "Yes I would like to watch over a province, I am sure I could do a good job, though I am still young I would do anything for the realm, I was born here and I want to help it in every way I can"
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| − | "Unfortunately I only came to really know D'Hara now..."
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| − | Then she took a full cup of wine, drinking it fast, she looked sad and her smile had disappeared
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| − | "Do not worry. With adequate ambition and loyalty, you will achieve your dreams. Before I came to D'Hara, I approached Cenarious looking for a border region to govern. We were both Generals then, and I was hailing from Everguard, a now long dead realm. He gave me his word that he would find a place for me. Through my ambition and loyalty to him, I was granted the ducal seat of Qubel Lighthouse, my very own dream made real." Hexic was about to continue his words of encouragement, when Andric arrived at the door.
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| − | "Duke Hexic, as per your calculations, the Madinan army should be arriving in the next few hours." Hexic's Captain reported. "I advise that you rally the D'Haran Guard."
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| − | "Duty calls it seems." Hexic said, and wiped his lips with his handkerchief. He dropped it onto the table and pushed out his chair to stand up. "I will be asking the D'Haran Guard to gather so that I may address the men in an hour. Please be dressed for battle. Andric will show you out." Hexic nodded to his Captain, who returned the nod.
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| − | Hexic departed the dining hall in search of messengers he could dispatch to the other troop leaders, requesting an assembly so he could provide a speech. After doing so, he dressed in his armour and went to the prow of the ship, where he went over the speech in his head.
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