Ironsides Family/Bowie/Soirée Continue
The Soirée Continues
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Following with his eyes Lady Angel and Sir Elias to the bar, he hoped they would enjoy themselves tonight, he then turned back to Raziel.
"Haven't you heard, I am immortal."
Bowie noticed Raziel's prepared hand, and not carrying a weapon himself he shrugged. The demon inside expressed a smile on the face of its host, and Bowie wondered how much more interesting this party could become.
"Care to prove me wrong the proper way?"
He waited for the reaction of his opponent then broke out laughing.
"Oh don't soil yourself. We are here to socialize and celebrate my returning to Dwilight. Come with me to the bar and let us all drink with joy."
He raised his hands and spoke loud to catch the attention of the small gathering.
"Everyone, in times like these a night as this is exactly what should be done. Terran is in no danger, no pressing threats or wars, no economic throttling or food shortages. You have nothing to worry for except how you will best each other at the drink or swooning the opposite sex. Make yourself comfortable, fill your hands with poisonous liquid and enjoy yourselves. I planned for a music troupe to play tonight but they have not arrived yet. At any rate, indulge!"
Bowie Ironsides (Knight of Chesland)
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Raziel scowled at Bowie, and in his mind a flash of an image of Bowie impaled on Arkenine appeared, and Raziel grinned darkly. He turned and walked to the bar, leaning against the bar next to Elias, and ordered a whiskey, which he quietly drank.
Sir Raziel III Himoura (Knight of Shokalom)
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Message sent to everyone in your realm (32 recipients) Angel noticed Raziel join her and Elias at the bar and gave him a glance over. She looked to the scars on his face, his clothes, and finally her gaze rested on his sword. “That’s an interesting blade you have there” she remarked nonchalantly. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it has an almost sinister air to it…Prize of battle?” her eyebrow rose quizzically.
Lady Angel Deveraux (Dame of Saffalore)
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Raziel grinned and set down his whiskey.
"I wish it were, but it is in fact not. I came across a man who had claimed to have killed an Undead Champion, and taken the blade off of him. I was happy to purchase such a fine blade. Some say the design of a heavy sabre is too clumsy for use on horseback, but I tend to disagree. The weight behind it makes it effective for battering at defenses, and it bludgeons one more than it cuts them. What a sound it makes cracking into a routed infantryman's skull! Like you wouldn't believe." Raziel said animatedly.
"This one time we waited for the vikings to cross the bridge into our lands, and attacked them before they could even form up. The infantry squares couldn't form in time, and they scattered. I spent an entire evening riding down the panicked bastards. When I was finished I couldn't even lift my arm. What a day!"
Sir Raziel III Himoura (Knight of Shokalom)
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Angel continued to drink as she listened to Raziel tell his tale, he seemed quite animated about it too which only made her smirk into her glass. When he was done, she grinned, “ how incredibly fascinating” she licked her lips and cocked her head. “So I believe you arrived in Terran shortly before I did, what brought you here?” she asked, he seemed very keen on divulging past stories, she would give him the opportunity.
Lady Angel Deveraux (Dame of Saffalore)
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"Treachury, incompetance beyond belief, and people selling their honor like a whore sells her body." Raziel said, and took a long drink of whiskey, the look of disgust on his face unmistakable.
Sir Raziel III Himoura (Knight of Shokalom)
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“So is this what you are running towards, or from?” she asked jokingly, now curious and drank again.
Lady Angel Deveraux (Dame of Saffalore)
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"Towards the utter annihilation of an entire Kingdom." Raziel said flatly.
Sir Raziel III Himoura (Knight of Shokalom)
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“Which one?” she wondered out loud and finished her glass. It wasn’t long she asked for another. Gratefully her Captain wasn’t around today to watch her, or her men for that matter; she was able to drink in peace.
“You seem to hold a lot of anger Sir Raziel, curious how someone can hold on to that to so much and for so long and clearly not be exhausted.”
Lady Angel Deveraux (Dame of Saffalore)
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"When you spend your life in the thick of battle, knowing naught but hatred for your enemy and the feel of your blade in hand, you do not tire easy m'lady. I found myself tired once, but treachury is an excellent stimulant." He said, and then sent his scribe to fetch his men, who were excellent musicians. "Damnit Bowie, I shall provide entertainment for you since you cannot." he shouted, and turned to Angel. "Allow me to sing for you, a song about the life of my loyal advisor Colonel Arther Wellsley." Raziel motioned to the duo of men who had appeared, along with a woman. One man carried an accordian and one carried a lute and they began to play a festive tune known well among mariners.
"We are two mariners, our ships' sole survivors...
In this belly of a whale! Its ribs are ceiling beams!
Its guts are carpeting! I guess we have some time to kill...
You may not remember me, I was a child of three
And you, a lad of eighteen
But I remember you, and I will relate to you
How our histories interweave
At the time you were, a rake and a roustabout
Spending all your money, on the whores and hounds
Oh Ohhhhh
You had a charming air, all cheap and debonair
My widowed mother found so sweet
And so she took you in, her sheets still warm with him
Now filled with filth and foul deeds...
As time wore on you proved, a debt-ridden drunken mess
Leaving my mother, a poor consumptive wretch
Oh Ohhhhh
And then you disappeared, your gambling arrears
The only thing you left behind
And then the magistrate, reclaimed our small estate
And my poor mother lost her mind
Then one day in spring, my dear sweet mother died
But before she did, I took her hand as she dying cried:
Oh Ohhhhh!" Raziel paused, and the woman picked up.
"Find him, bind him,
Tie him to a pole and break His fingers, to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he, wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling, of his grave." She left off with a sigh, and Raziel picked up again, his voice an entrancing baritone.
"It took me fifteen years, to swallow all my tears
Among the urchins in the street,
Until a priory, took pity and hired me,
To keep their vestry nice and neat
But never once in the employ of these holy men,
Did I ever once turn my mind,
From the thought of revenge,
Oh Ohhhhh,
One night I overheard, the Prior exchanging words
With a penitent whaler from the sea
The captain of his ship ,who matched you to to tip,
Was known for wanton cruelty
The following day, I shipped to sea
With a privateer...
And in the whistle
Of the wind
I could almost hear...
Oh Ohhhhh..." and Raziel left off again for the woman to pick up.
"Find him, bind him
Tie him to a pole and break his figners, to splinters,
drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave...
There is one thing I must say to you
As you sail across the sea
Always, your mother will watch over you
As you avenge this wicked deed" she left off again for Raziel to resume.
"And then that fateful night, we had you in our sight
After twenty months at sea...
Your starboard flank abeam, I was getting my cutlass clean,
When came this rumbling from beneath...
The ocean shook, the sky went black
And the captain quailed!
And before us grew, the angry jaws
Of a giant whale!
Oh Ohhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhh
Don't know how I survived
The crew all was chewed alive
I must have slipped between his teeth
But, O! What providence! What divine intelligence!
That you should survive as well as me
It gives my heart great joy,
To see your eyes fill with fear
So lean in close, and I will whisper
The last words you'll hear
Ohh Ohhhhh" Raziel concluded his song, and turned to Angel.
"But of course, that tale pales in comparison to mine. Perhaps you might join me at a table and I'll tell you over a drink."
Sir Raziel III Himoura (Knight of Shokalom)
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Well she didn’t have to wait long for the entertainment, she thought as she listened to Raziel sing. Listening attentively to his words, she found herself forgetting her drink and tapped her foot with the beat and grinned.
Done with his song, she smiled and raised her glass in his direction. “You have won my attention good Sir” she congratulated Raziel. Looking to Elias she winked, he quietly watched everything around him, he didn’t seem to miss much by the looks of it, but she kept that small fact to herself. Squeezing his arm lightly, she nodded in the direction of the table, as if to inform him she would be joining the man. He was not attached to her in any way, therefore she left it up to him to decide if he wanted to follow her or not. She was curious to see what choice he would make.
Making it to the table she sat across from Raziel and waited for his tale. As a servant passed by with a tray of drinks she quickly swept one up and smiled at the man before her.
Lady Angel Deveraux (Dame of Saffalore)
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Raziel set his now empty glass on the table and sat down. He reached into his jacket and produced a flask, and filled the glass with an amber liquid.
"Only the best. From my homeland, Minas Ithil. It was there I discovered an early love for the cavalry. I joined the Elite Mounted Knights at a young age, not long after my father was killed in a duel by a man known as Renquest. My ambitions grew, and I was tired of the incompetance of the Marshal of the Knights, so I left and formed the finest regiment the world has ever seen, the First Ithillian Dragoons. We were a cavalry heavy organization, with some infantry and archer support. We moved rapidly, and struck Norland deep in its territory, and won some amazing victories in a time when Minas Ithil needed it most. Norland's allies, Eston and the Barony of Makar joined in and we were outmatched three to one. My ability to command was recongnized and I was soon promoted to Field Marshal. I fought the three realms to a standstill, and pushed out against them for a time, and then the war ground to a stalemate. For years we fought a battle, losing no ground, but gaining none in turn. Then Norland's allies left her, and Norland was destroyed. I retired as Field Marshal of Minas Ithil due to illness, and then the Caligan Empire came, turning her ugly, hungry gaze on our lands. They made excuses and attacked, and they had no honor. They broke agreements, and pressed onward with her hoards of allies." Raziel paused and took a drink. "We fought, and we held, but we were being slowly pushed back. Further and further. I grew weary of years upon years of constant warfare, and left to attend my rightful region, Dunstoke, of which I am the true Baron. I grew bored of the quiet life, and followed in my father's footsteps, a dark period in my life. I became an Infiltrator, and used the shadows to fight battles that would not consume life in bulk. I fell ill again, and was illegaly forced to abdicate my position as Baron. I arranged for my reappointment and then my Duchess went silent. My King approached me, telling me the Duke of my father's city, Leohampton was planning to seceede. He asked if I was willing take him out of the picture, so to speak. I told him my price was the city that was my father's. He refused, and I told him I would not do it. Then my Duchess appointed some random noble to be Baron of Dunstoke, after lying to me. I threatened them with exposure of the King's deeds should the region not be returned to me. They refused, so I exposed King Dead Angel's deeds to the Kingdom, and was put on trial for blackmail. At this point I didn't care, I had met a young woman from the McDowell family and had plans to leave if I should have to. I went to York and attempted to assassinate my former Duchess, but she survived. I stole her standard that day too, it flies upside-down under my own colors now."
Raziel paused, looking darkly into his glass.
"It was that day I swore revenge on the realm I devoted my life to. I will destroy them, no matter how long it takes. I came here, to the untamed frontier in search of battle... And an army to take back with me to bring ruin to the corrupt monarchy that my home has become. My first months here were a time of darkness for me... Of aimless wanderings and killings. I was an assassin, and I was damned good. I almost took the life of the Arch-Duke of Fissoa, or Grand Duke, whatever he calls himself. I then 'accidentally' started a fire in a warehouse and got banned. Oh well. I left, wandered for a time to Quadrivium at the request of a family friend. Quadrivium died, so I left for Ordenstaat, and was disgusted at the state of affairs there. No recruitment centers, and their long term plan was to starve their population into a controllable number who could survive on subsistence farming. Disgusting. I spoke out, was fined a ridiculous amount, and left, swearing to destroy Ordenstaat. And I will. That is why I've come here."
Sir Raziel III Himoura (Knight of Shokalom)
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Angel listened attentively, trying to picture the tale as he told her. The battles, the emotions he must have felt, in short the adventure of his life. Some betrayal… Though when he mentioned the name McDowell recognition flared in her eyes and despite trying to mask the expression she shifted in her seat. Was it Sorsha he spoke of? She only knew the one woman… A light fire within her flared at the reminder, this very man who carried the name Himoura mentioning that particular family name so casually didn’t sit that well with her.
When he was done she looked to the amber liquid in his glass and drank her own. “That is quite a story… it is no wonder you carry so much within you. This woman though…was she a love of yours, did she betray you as well?” she asked cryptically, hoping perhaps she was wrong and she was facing the wrong man, how she hoped for his sake. Assassin or not…
Lady Angel Deveraux (Dame of Saffalore)
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"No, we had a bit of a fling, but we went seperate ways after I left for Quadrivium." Raziel said, taking note of her interest in the name.
"What, do you have something against the McDowell's? Destined to interact with the Himoura family. My cousin married one, my other cousin married another and ran off to that Daimon infested isle, and I haven't heard from them since."
Sir Raziel III Himoura (Knight of Shokalom)
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He seemed genuine with his words and her shoulders relaxed; she hadn’t even realized she had tensed at all. “Destined huh… and no not exactly, I was friends with one… Your cousin on the other hand...” she seemed uneasy. “Apparently murdered his own wife, I shudder to think what happened to her beautiful son” she stated, thinking out loud, disquieted.
Lady Angel Deveraux (Dame of Saffalore)
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Raziel seemed shocked.
"Madness. Thats what happens when you mingle too long on that island, you catch the fever and go mad. Luckily, the son is in safe hands at my family's estate. I figured they sent him away to avoid catching the fever."
Sir Raziel III Himoura (Knight of Shokalom)
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“Yes, feverish madness” she agreed. Luckily for her she had left unscathed. “ But that is good news” she smiled, relieved and raised her glass. She usually didn’t like showing attachment to anyone or anything, or to display weakness but she had worried over the small boy for some time now. To her it was almost like losing her twin sisters all over again. A pain she now concealed well.
“Let’s hope your wandering days are at an end. But tell me how do you plan on taking down a kingdom by yourself? Surely to hear you tell of it, they are doomed to begin with what hope is there really for them?”
Lady Angel Deveraux (Dame of Saffalore)
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"I'll stay until I can gather enough people to come with me and reclaim my homeland. A lovely lady like yourself would be most welcome on such a journey." Raziel said suggestively and gave her a wink.
Sir Raziel III Himoura (Knight of Shokalom)
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The suggestion wasn’t lost on her. She didn’t continue to lead the conversation in that direction, instead she drank the contents of her glass until it was empty. “Something I’ll have to think over” she told him softly not truly giving him an answer.
Another servant passed and before she could take a glass from him, he offered her another, anticipating her movement already. Thanking him, she gave him the empty glass and started on another. It had been some time since she had allowed herself to drink in noble company, apart from Elias. Tonight she was just going to enjoy the intoxication.
Lady Angel Deveraux (Dame of Saffalore)
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"Before you lose all coordination, I was wondering if you would honor me with a dance?" Raziel said, standing up and offering her his hand.
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Angel actually laughed at that and then smirked. If he only knew… A flitting though came to her and she wondered how much she could play off the noblewoman drunkard. It usually worked very well to see what one’s true intentions were. It was amazing how much people revealed, or tried to get away with when they figured they were in the presence of some small innocent and dainty noblewoman, or a halfwit. The thought brought another smile to her face and she lowered her glass and rose from her chair.
She then caught a glimpse of Elias and shared a look with him again, this time the smile she gave him was one of mischief. He on the other hand, had been the first here to ever experience a drink with her.
“Shall we Sir Raziel, I shall prove to you how much coordination remains…” though when she took her first step, she swayed and caught herself on the edge of the table. She gave Raziel a sheepish expression and tried once more. Giving him her hand, she let him lead her.
Lady Angel Deveraux (Dame of Saffalore)
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Raziel led her around the room in an elaborate waltz. He was smooth, but his motions looked somewhat akward, as he was slightly bow-legged from all the time he had spent in the saddle.
"I do believe you've had too much to drink m'lady. You should abstain from further imbibment, lest you be thought of as unladylike." he whispered in her ear.
"I can have you escorted home if you would like. I can send for the lady you saw singing earlier, she would be a proper chaperone."
Sir Raziel III Himoura (Knight of Shokalom)
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Angel danced with him, smiling. At his whispered words she shied away from his tickling breath to her ear and let out a soft giggle. She then stopped, as if the message finally hit home and looked aghast. “Do you think I am unladylike?” she asked him instead and there was a bit of a pout to her eyes and lips. Deep down she truly didn’t care what anyone thought of her.
As for being escorted home, that matter had already been taken care of, she thought as she caught sight of Elias again as Raziel turned them both. “Do you think… maybe if I was escorted so soon, that would make me seem unladylike? I would hate to miss the rest of the party…”
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Raziel looked into her eyes, and whispered back to her.
"Of course I do not. That would be terribly presumptious of me. And leaving early is never unladylike. You should stay and enjoy it, but should you need an escort, this old cavalryman is always here to assist." He let go of her and gave her a slight bow.
"I hope you have a most excellent evening m'lady."
Sir Raziel III Himoura (Knight of Shokalom)
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Angel gave him a lopsided grin and nodded at his bow. “Thank you, for the dance as well and I will take your advice and make sure to enjoy it” a light of mirth emerged in her eyes.
“You enjoy yourself as well Sir Raziel, let the ghosts of your past rest this night and let what anger within you dissipate life is too short to shorten it with so much grief and pain,” she told him cryptically, for a moment showing some of her true personality, as she lived to love life and freedom. Turning, she walked towards the bar, a small sway to her steps and she sat near Bowie and Elias once more.
Lady Angel Deveraux (Dame of Saffalore)
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Raziel straightened his pelisse and found an empty corner of the bar. His life was nothing but grief and anger, its what drove him, and he had live a long life so far, and couldn't see it ending anytime soon. Raziel poured himself another whiskey and watched the festivities from the bar.
Sir Raziel III Himoura (Knight of Shokalom)
