Le Craint Family/Mariana le Craint/Marcus Daubeny's Ball
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| Roleplay from Marcus Daubeny | |
| Now groomed and dressed in his new suit, Marcus stood at the doorway greeting the minor nobles and merchants, most of their names he couldn’t remember and truly he didn’t care, his looked out across the crowd of the dozens of minor nobles and their families and merchants rich enough to be invited, Ghey were here out of formality, his eyes scanned for the other higher nobles, as he wanted to get to know his fellow nobles, to the common rabble that he has to endure, their endless attempts to gain his favour never ceased to give him a headache. A minor noble approach and threw his coat at a servant and demanded wine, as if he owned the place “Ah welcome Lord De’mante it’s a pleasure to see you again” the minor noble simply looked disgusted “yes, quite” his eyes quickly fell on a serving girl “excuse me sir” Marcus swore he heard the faint mumble of “damm bastard” as De’mante walked over to haress the serving girl. He simply sighed and entered his house, accepting a wine glass from a servant. | |
| Marcus Daubeny | |
| Roleplay from Mariana le Craint | |
| Taking a gentle pace towards the Grand Temple. Still not quite used to the outfit she had choosen. Having replaced her cloak and armor with a relatively simple purple ball gown, her obvious discomfort was quite a spectacle. However, as her mother once told her, "It is important to dress up for special occasions."
It didnt take long to reach the Grand Temple, situated centrally within the City of Rines, from the place she way staying. Her silver hair had been tied up in a plain purple ribbon to match her dress. The Grand Temple itself was a marvelous structure, one that she had only been in a few times during her stay in Rines. Approaching the entryway, she caught sight of a well dressed man standing greeting the arrivals. She could sense a similar unity as she watched him deal with the minor nobles. Once things died down a bit, she stepped forward and offered a simple bow. "Greetings. I have arrived upon the invitation I received. I am Dame Mariana le Craint." She offered out a hand in greeting, awaiting the response. "You will have to excuse me, this is not my normal attire and I am not quite used to it." | |
| Mariana le Craint | |
| Roleplay from Marcus Daubeny | |
| As the noblewoman approached and offered her hand, Marcus's smile broaden me bowed to Lady le Craint "Good day my lady, I am glad that you arrived, do tell me how was your trip?" | |
| Marcus Daubeny | |
| Roleplay from Mariana le Craint | |
| Caught off guard slightly, she smiled.
"The trip was long however I am quite fond of the open ocean. The port city that was once my home provides a refreshing sight. I hope you have settled well into your estate." She looked the man up and down, more closely than before. She could see his outfit was finely made. Just catching sight of another guest that arrived however she turned her attention back to the man greeting her. "I do not believe we have had the pleasure to meet in person yet. I do not spend much time within our homelands so you will have to excuse my discourtesy. I am not used to the crowds of people. However, the opportunity to attend this event was much to good to turn down." Taking step forward, she stumbled slightly as the heel of her shoe fell into a crack in the stones below her feet, holding herself upright she continued to move forward trying not to make to much of a scene, "It seems even dry land takes issue with me sometimes." Attempting to laugh this off she continued into the entryway, taking a glass from the attendant before turning back to the man. "Should you have time during the event, I would love to hear about your origins. I have always been fascinated by people's history." | |
| Mariana le Craint | |
| Roleplay from Marcus Daubeny | |
| Marcus's smile falter a mere second so much that those near by might not of noticed but the dame most certainly did, "But of course my dame, enjoy you evening I will let everyone know when the dancing shall begin" with that he hurriedly left the entryway and into the garden he paused as he reached a small pond at the centre was a statue of a young woman, Marcus sat down and drained his wine glass before looking into the eyes of the statue "Dear sister, in your memory" with that Marcus sipped the last bit of his wine before standing and straightening his suit and marching back to the entryway. | |
| Marcus Daubeny | |
| Roleplay from Gigax Pilesar | |
| Gigax slowly made his way through Rines on his humble cart, powered by a lone donkey. Four small casks in the back of the cart, labeled Gigax Private Reserve, made a sloshing around as the cart rolled over to cobble stones. The best part about living at Vineyard, of course, is the wine. As he pulled up to the location listed on the invitation, Gigax wondered if this party too would have a pig. | |
| Gigax Pilesar | |
| Roleplay from Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| Arriving ahead of his retinue part two of his guard, Ferdinand's return to the capital was somewhat lackluster. The series of events that had occured in the previous week saw him get kicked out of his own estate in Rines while at the same time saw the honour of him becoming the Steward of what will become the City of the Templar.
Nevertheless, Ferdinand felt that it was important to attend the events of the nobility where he can, especially of those that arrived recently. He was eager to see what the man known as Sir Marcus was made of, especially as a budding Templar. Arriving at the destination, Ferdinand dismounted his horse and left for the event with the two Silver Arrows finishing off securing the horse to a suitable stable before bringing up the rear. As he arrived, he glimpsed a woman in a purple dress and hair tie, a noble came to mind but could not be sure. Making a mental note to find the woman, Ferdinand entered the room where he was greeted by the doorman. Thankfully, the man was educated in the nobility of this realm and bowed in respect. Entering the room, Ferdinand passed the timid servant whom handed out the wine glasses to the sound of the doorman announcing his arrival: "Announcing the arrival of Ferdinand of House Greybrook, Steward of the City of Grehk, Marshal of the Lightbringers and Grey Knight of the Templar Order and Obeah!" | |
| Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| Roleplay from Marcus Daubeny | |
| As Marcus was walking back to the entryway he heard a name called, "Ferdinand of House Greybrook, Steward of the City of Grehk, Marshal of the Lightbringers and Grey Knight of the Templar Order and Obeah!", Marcus once again smiled broadly as we approached the new guest "Lord Greybrook, it is a pleasure to have you here, do tell me how was your trip to Rines?" | |
| Marcus Daubeny | |
| Roleplay from Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| Looking towards the man that greeted him, Ferdinand assumed that the nobleman with his well kept beard and his shaggy looking hair was Sir Marcus. Shaking the man's hand, Ferdinand commented:
"Sir Marcus, it is good to meet you. I rode ahead of my unit to ensure that I attended your event, it is important that nobles of Obeah also meet outside of military camps." Gesturing for the nobleman to walk with him to the next room, Ferdinand asked: "Sir Marcus, inform me about yourself. While you have told me your intentions over letter, one's conviction is different in person." As he awaited for Sir Marcus to reply to him, he glanced around the room to see if other nobles of the realm had arrived, especially the woman that he thought he saw before. | |
| Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| Roleplay from Marcus Daubeny | |
| Marcus stopped smiling as he looked at Lord Greybrook "There is not much to tell, I am the eldest son of the Daubeny family, they live in a land far away, I left that land and traveled here, I have spent the past 3 years living in Rines, one day I got my knighthood from saving a nobleman's daughter from a small group of orcs in one of the forests in Cjelegy, Shortly after that I sent out invitations to the realm to attend this party, to celebrate me joining the ranks of nobility and to celebrate the victory down in Grehk, congratulations on becoming its Steward by the way" Marcus sighed, "I hope that is enough of a explanation, in truth its not a very lighthearted topic of mine, we might be able to speak a bit more later on it later but for know" Marcus smiled again and motioned taround the room "Its party is it not, so go enjoy yourself my lord less my brooding ruin the atmosphere" with a chuckle Marcus set off around the room. Anyone who paid attention to Marcus would notice him collect a glass and a bottle of wine from a servant before exiting out of the main party room into the next room. | |
| Marcus Daubeny | |
| Roleplay from Marcus Daubeny | |
| Marcus walked through the inner garden admiring the flowers he soon found his elf at his table, he sat and began draining his wine glass over and over, till he got tiresd of refilling it and simply drunk from the bottle, why was he so upset, Marcus couldn't put his finger on it till he glanced at the statue in the middle of the garden, it was a knight standing proud a sun emblazoned into his back, Marcus scowled at the statue, Marcus put down the half empty wine bottle and silently sobbed for a few minutes, He knew this feeling, remorse, it was a feeling he felt when ever he though of his family, the family he left, for what. Marcus shook his head and wiped his tears before laughing heartily "This is a party, enjoy yourself" Marcus told himself and with a smile once again on his face he entered the room and once again started doing laps of the rooms speaking to all his guests. | |
| Marcus Daubeny | |
| Roleplay from Mariana le Craint | |
| Mariana took her time. Enjoying herself as she watched the different people intermingling with each other. Sipping on her drink, she was enjoying the peace she had been given by intimidated nobles. That was until she caught sight of a familiar face, one she had not seen for a long time. She gulped down the rest of her drink, handing the glass to a nearby attendant and strode confidently over. A sly smirk stretched across her face the closer she got.
"Well, if it isnt Sir Ferdinand Greybrook. Or rather, is it Steward Ferdinand Greybrook? I see you have changed a lot since our last meeting." She bowed sarcastically towards the figure, offering out her hand to him, "I haven't seen you in... well it must be many seasons now. Not being on the front lines means I do not get to see those rugged looks of yours as you fight." After saying this, she gently brushed her hand against he cheek. Smirking as she did so. "Well come, let us enjoy ourselves, this is a party after all. Lets get you a drink, it sure looks like you need one." She called over to an attendant who promptly brought over two glasses of wine. "So tell me, what has the young Templar been up to since out last meeting? The unruly wastes have been ever so lonely, I take great enjoyment from your few letters." She said this in a very sarcastic tone as to tease the young man. Smirking once again as she took a sip from her glass. | |
| Mariana le Craint | |
| Roleplay from Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| Looking at the glasses of wine on the tray next to him, Ferdinand hesitated, then quickly drank from the nearest one so that there was a mouthful remaining. It had been a long time since he had a drink... Losing himself in thought, from another direction, he saw Sir Marcus reappear in the center of the room. Declaring the beginning of the main event, he could not help but notice the man's disposition - which was noted to bring up later in the night.
When he finished his short speech, Sir Marcus passed by Ferdinand and stated: "Sorry for me running off, it was rude of me to leave like that, at dinner I would be more than willing to tell you about myself in more detail if you still want to know more about - are you coming?" Seeing the man walk off, obviously to ensure the smooth transition of proceedings, Ferdinand walked with the crowd. Until he saw her. Ferdinand knew instantly that he had been played - she had been watching him and he was none the wiser. She had not changed since the Violet Storm had taken over Rines, part from the fact that she had dramatically changed her hairstyle. The silver hair that was instinctive of her character was now tied up with a luxurious purple ribbon to match the dress. While the difference between her usual attire and this one was stark, this was arguably more dangerous. Confidently striding over, the Inquisitor begun her spar: "Well, if it isn't Sir Ferdinand Greybrook. Or rather, is it Steward Ferdinand Greybrook? I see you have changed a lot since our last meeting." She bowed sarcastically towards the figure, offering out her hand to him, "I haven't seen you in... well it must be many seasons now. Not being on the front lines means I do not get to see those rugged looks of yours as you fight." Just as Ferdinand was to reply, Mariana le Craint closed the distance between the two nobles and gently brushed her hand against his cheek smirking while she did so. Ferdinand replied with each word and sentence laced with subtleties and venom: "Dame Mariana le Craint, perhaps steward Mariana le Craint would also be more appropriate. However, we both know that there are more appropriate titles for you..." Bringing his head forward to whisper into the Dame's ear to say only one word: "Inquisitor." Taking a step back once again, Ferdinand continued what was to be the start of a swirling battle of whit and maneuvering: "I have to declare that despite your awful discomfort in such attire, you do provide a sense of grandeur beauty." Through this flowing movement, Ferdinand took a courteous bow and kissed the noblewoman's hand. Taking heed of the movement towards the next room, Mariana gestured Ferdinand to follow her in: "Well come, let us enjoy ourselves, this is a party after all. Lets get you a drink, it sure looks like you need one." She called over to an attendant who promptly brought over two glasses of wine. "So tell me, what has the young Templar been up to since out last meeting? The unruly wastes have been ever so lonely, I take great enjoyment from your few letters." She said this in a very sarcastic tone as to tease the young man. Smirking once again as she took a sip from her glass. Taking the offer of a glass of wine, both of the nobles moved into the next room where Sir Marcus had begun preparations for the activities. Taking into account what was just said to him, Ferdinand quickly replied, rising to the tease: "I think you forget that I am many years your superior Dame le Craint. I was unaware of my ability to project youth. Alas, while you have been dealing with villains, heretics or whatever you secretly get up to in the wastes, the Lightbringers have taken great strides into returning the authority of Obeah to Grehk and Irombro - a far more honourable task." Taking a sip from his glass, Ferdinand turned to the woman next to him. At least 8 inches shorter than himself, the Inquisitor kept him on edge, more so that he would ever let her know: "What brings you to the Holy City once again? Did you have to return to your underlings or did you know that I was to be here?" Ferdinand was never this brave or daring to antagonise Mariana. His composure slightly broke with a smirk creeping onto his face. The company of a unpredictable, yet loyal noble of Obeah outside of the Lightbringers, was a welcome change from being surrounded by soldiers for so long. But why Mariana? | |
| Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| Roleplay from Marcus Daubeny | |
| Marcus stood in the centre of the room and loudly said "May I have your attention please" his voice echoed throughout the room "Could you all please follow me to the ball room, its time for the festivities to truly begin", slowly all the nobles began to funnel out into the hallway following a servant that was guiding them to the ball room, Marcus walked over to Ferdinand "Sorry for me running off, it was rude of me to leave like that, at dinner I would be more than willing to tell you about myself in more detail if you still want to know more about" Marcus started walking towards the ballroom "Are you coming?" Marcus called back over his shoulder. | |
| Marcus Daubeny | |
| Roleplay from Mariana le Craint | |
| "I think you forget that I am many years your superior Dame le Craint. I was unaware of my ability to project youth. Alas, while you have been dealing with villains, heretics or whatever you secretly get up to in the wastes, the Lightbringers have taken great strides into returning the authority of Obeah to Grehk and Irombro - a far more honourable task."
"So you say but let us not forget that without my... aid... you would be in a rather difficult situation." This comment made Mariana chuckle. Leading Ferdinand into the next room, she linked arms resting her hand upon his as they entered into the main ball room. "What brings you to the Holy City once again? Did you have to return to your underlings or did you know that I was to be here?" She smirked at this comment, "Of course, it was all to see you. I had no doubt that a pompous Templar such as yourself would attend such an event." With the glass of wine in one hand and Ferdinand in another, they continued into the ball room. Mariana took her time to look around the at the attendees of the event. Mostly minor nobles, a perfect situation for her. Walking over to a nearby table, she placed the half empty glass of wine down and ushered Ferdinand towards the main ballroom floor where others had began to dance. "How about a dance? Would the 'wise and noble' Templar be willing to accept the invitation of an inquisitor? My work ensures I must be agile on my feet, dancing is good practice wouldn't you say?" She smiled, leading him to the dance floor. She could overhear the murmuring of the other guests, many sneering in jealousy. However, this mattered not to her. Once they reached the centre of the dance floor, she offered out her hand once again politely bowing as to mock Ferdinand. She awaited his response. | |
| Mariana le Craint | |
| Roleplay from Marcus Daubeny | |
| Marcus entered the massive room and motioned for the band to start playing, the nobles began to join together in couples for dancing, Marcus saw Lord Ferdinand and Lady le Craint and began walking over to them a massive smile on his face "its seem you two know each other?" Marcus bowed and motioned tot the centre of the room where couples were dancing "Come join the festivites" | |
| Marcus Daubeny | |
| Roleplay from Mercy Attano | |
| Mercy approached the manor house actors from the Grand Temple. It was unusual being so close to an Obian place of worship.
She wore a cream silk dress, sections such as her arms and chest were woven in black-work. Her steps quickened, she was late and the air had the scent of rain. Mercy was greeted by the doorman. He recognised her. His bow was hesitant. “Dame Mercy.. Attano of Avengmil.” He announced as she entered the manor. | |
| Mercy Attano | |
| Roleplay from Marcus Daubeny | |
| Marcus heard his doorman's call and hastily ran to greet the arriving noble, as he entered the main room, he saw a woman in silk cream dress rushing into the room just as it began to rain, Marcus bowed to Dame a broad smile on his face "Dame Attano welcome to the party it is a pleasure to meet you, I am sir Marcus Daubeny, if you would please follow me the other guests are gathering in the ball room" | |
| Marcus Daubeny | |
| Roleplay from Mercy Attano | |
| Mercy was approached by a man shortly after being announced. She figured him Lord of the Manor. She shot the doorman a withering look before snapping her attention back to the approaching man.
He introduced himself and her prediction was correct. This was indeed Marcus Daubeny. She answered the bow with a quick curtesy. “Sir Daubeny, it is a pleasure to be here. Am I that late?” | |
| Mercy Attano | |
| Roleplay from Marcus Daubeny | |
| Marcus smiled at the noble woman and offered his arm "Only a little late my dame, come follow me to the ball room if we hurry we might make it before the dancing starts." | |
| Marcus Daubeny | |
| Roleplay from Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| Ferdinand knew that Mariana was always hold her aid over him. Nevertheless, he also took her loyalty seriously:
"Inquisitor, it is through your efforts that the Marshal's Grant has supported the Lightbringer's refit and gold shortage on many occasions. That, Obeah will be thankful for." Brushing off the comment of pompous, Ferdinand followed the Inquisitor to the dance-floor: "I accept your invitation for a dance Inquisitor. However, bare in mind that while a Templar in armour perhaps is not as nimble and slippery as you, we will always lead from the first instance." As soon as Ferdinand took Mariana's hand, the ensemble of music began to move onto it's next piece. As he foreshadowed, Ferdinand took the lead with the dance. However, it was apparent that despite this charade both nobles were displaying, neither were completely comfortable nor excellent dancers. At least they looked the part. Rising and falling with the music, Ferdinand continued their conversation: "Steward tell me, will you disappear once again into the wastes? Or will it be another set of seasons before your grace me with your presence? I shall only be here for tomorrow, for I shall have to head south once again." Swiftly following on from the sentence, he spun Mariana around in a piroquette and returned to their accustomed routine, awaiting her reply. | |
| Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| Roleplay from Mariana le Craint | |
| Mariana smirked as Ferdinand brushed off her comment, trying to high her satisfaction. However, before she could continue the music began. She was caught off guard by Ferdinand. The both of them showed signs of inexperience when it came to dancing, however she did not expect such forwardness from him.
As the music continued and the two of them swayed with the music, many onlookers joined the dance with them. Mariana trying with all her might to keep her self balanced on her heeled shoes. "Steward tell me, will you disappear once again into the wastes? Or will it be another set of seasons before your grace me with your presence? I shall only be here for tomorrow, for I shall have to head south once again." Swiftly following on from the sentence, he spun Mariana around in a piroquette and returned to their accustomed routine, awaiting her reply. "My duty takes me oversees, that much is true." She tightly gripped his hand as she was spun around, "However, it is also necessary that I give myself some rest. Maybe I can be convinced to remain here for another day, should a rather forward Templar be willing to escort me for the day?" This caused her to smirk however this turned into sincere smile. Something she wished not to show Ferdinand. As a way of hiding it, she rested her head on his broad chest. Hiding her embarrassment. "Part of my duty creates such an erratic schedule. However it is the best way that I can serve Obeah." Looking back up at Ferdinand, "However I am never gone forever, maybe one day I shall turn up at the camp to surprise you?" She said this in a similarly sarcastic voice as to move the conversation forward. "Maybe one day I shall 'employ' your services to guide me around Grehk, I haven't been there since its liberation. Whats the city like?" | |
| Mariana le Craint | |
| Roleplay from Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| This initially took Ferdinand back and raised alarms in the Marshal's head. Old questions that once quizzed his mind when he first met the Inquisitor during the Violet Storm came back. Who really is "Mariana le Craint" and what is her agenda? Despite the bridges between Templar and Inquisitor have been strengthened, his rank as Grey Knight was testimony of this, there were many suspicions of both guilds/ institutions from both sides.
While Ferdinand was in thought, Mariana had rested her head against his chest as they continued their dance and train of thought: "Part of my duty creates such an erratic schedule. However it is the best way that I can serve Obeah." Looking back up at Ferdinand, "However I am never gone forever, maybe one day I shall turn up at the camp to surprise you?" She said this in a similarly sarcastic voice as to move the conversation forward. Part of Ferdinand wanted to effortlessly continue this conversation, maybe the wine was talking. The feeling of Mariana holding onto him was something which he had not experienced in this land or for some years. Out of the shadows of his mind, suppressed memories attempted to re-surge and bubble out onto the surface. However, while obviously pained by the memory, Ferdinand locked the emotion away and continued the conversation, trained to deal with this situation many times before, perhaps not as well as he expected: "If you are satisfied observing the recruitment of some new additions of my Special Forces at the break of dawn tomorrow or their training and prayer at camp, you are welcome. Perhaps your keen eye may find something that I do not see. The defense of Grehk needs to be seen to and the Templar order needs the best. However, this invitation does not mean you slither throughout the camp as you please." Bringing back the conversation on military affairs eased Ferdinand's shoulders, which grew tense over the course of the encounter. "Maybe one day I shall 'employ' your services to guide me around Grehk, I haven't been there since its liberation. Whats the city like?" "Inquisitor, the City of Grehk is a grand city of old. Ruins litter it's landscape as a veteran of a thousand battles and ages gone. The Palisade has recently been erected in the grounds. The walls are in urgent need of repair while the peasantry, while loyal to Obeah, hate our presence there. They have been so misguided by living in lawless conditions they resist change. However, let me state this to you, when the population realise the error of their ways, the city shall become the City of the Templar. As the city's steward, it would be my duty to show you around the city. Be warned, it is currently not a stroll through the moonlight streets of Rines." While losing himself in the mission of the Templar Order and Obeah, the music changed to another number and looked to the Inquisitor who lent her face against his chest plate. | |
| Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| Roleplay from Mariana le Craint | |
| "If you are satisfied observing the recruitment of some new additions of my Special Forces at the break of dawn tomorrow or their training and prayer at camp, you are welcome. Perhaps your keen eye may find something that I do not see. The defense of Grehk needs to be seen to and the Templar order needs the best. However, this invitation does not mean you slither throughout the camp as you please."
"Respecting the skills of an inquisitor? Now thats a change of heart. I would gladly join you on this and put my 'inquisitors eyes' to go use. I shall ensure that I am within sight at all time" She said this rather jokingly, "I shall not slither away, that would defeat the purpose of my request." She returned to resting her head on his chest, swaying with the music. Her eyes still moving around the room, observing the guests. The jeering looks of jealousy only increased as the dance continued. However, Mariana enjoyed this moment. There are very few occasions that she is able to enjoy a party like this, let alone be able to dance. "Inquisitor, the City of Grehk is a grand city of old. Ruins litter it's landscape as a veteran of a thousand battles and ages gone. The Palisade has recently been erected in the grounds. The walls are in urgent need of repair while the peasantry, while loyal to Obeah, hate our presence there. They have been so misguided by living in lawless conditions they resist change. However, let me state this to you, when the population realise the error of their ways, the city shall become the City of the Templar. As the city's steward, it would be my duty to show you around the city. Be warned, it is currently not a stroll through the moonlight streets of Rines."
Marcus danced past all the other nobles to reach the middle, He quickly came to stand by Ferdinand and smiled "Just the people, I was looking for, might I be able to borrow you two for a few moments" He nodded to the stairs on the side of the room to the upper level of the ballroom. Their dance was interrupted by the arrival of the host. Mariana separated from Ferdinand and turned to Marcus. "A private audience with the host, well aren't we lucky." She spoke in a soft tone and gently jabbed at Ferdinand side before addressing the request, "I would be happy to join you, and I am sure Sir Ferdinand too would be happy to accompany us." | |
| Mariana le Craint | |
| Roleplay from Marcus Daubeny | |
| Marcus realised he left the nobles unattended "Forgive me Dame Attano but I must return to the other guests, Peryn here" Marcus motioned to a nearby servant "Will show you to the ball room" with that Marcus hastily made his way back to the ballroom and just as the first song ended, he noticed Lord Greybrook and Lady le Craint dancing in the middle of the crowd, Marcus saw envy from many of the other nobles. Marcus danced past all the other nobles to reach the middle, He quickly came to stand by Ferdinand and smiled "Just the people, I was looking for, might I be able to borrow you two for a few moments" He nodded to the stairs on the side of the room to the upper level of the ballroom. | |
| Marcus Daubeny | |
| Roleplay from Mercy Attano | |
| Mercy turned to her host as they made their way to the ballroom.
“Unfortunately, dancing was one of the skills my father did not employ a tutor for. As such, I am woefully unskilled.” She stated. Sir Marcus departed, leaving Mercy alone. She found a table hugging the wall and stride over to it. As she passed, lesser nobility gave her a wide berth. She sat at the table and an ill-informed servant approached, offering a glass of wine. She accepted and motioned her away. In the centre of the ballroom, she spied the young knight approach two nobles dancing. One in a purple dress and the other in Templar armour. | |
| Mercy Attano | |
| Roleplay from Marcus Daubeny | |
| Marcus smiles broadly,
"A private audience with the host, well aren't we lucky." Mariana spoke in a soft tone and gently jabbed at Ferdinand side before addressing the request, "I would be happy to join you, and I am sure Sir Ferdinand too would be happy to accompany us.” Marcus nodded and began walking towards the stairs “Excellent, come on” Marcus waved for them to follow. He reached the stone stairs and began climbed them before stopping, looking like he forgot something he waved a servant over and point to Dame Attano, he whispered in the servants ear then continued to climb the stairs til he reached the upper level of the ballroom, which was absent of any other nobles. He looked back down the stairs waiting for the duo to join him. | |
| Marcus Daubeny | |
| Roleplay from Jheda Orobar | |
| Jheda finally arrived at the festivities. Late, as usual. The young Knight did not fully live in the reality others perceived. Time, appointments, punctuality, it meant nothing to him. If he wasn't on the battlefield, he could either be found with his head buried in ancient manuscripts or spending his time with prayer and meditation. He was a dreamer, and thus missed a lot of what was going on around him.
On the way from Grehk to Rines, he studied some old documents about religions of the past. He was trying to find out if some of the deities mentioned in the texts where actually referencing the Veiled Goddess. It was possible Obeah was known under an other name long ago, and if She was, perhaps these texts contained information lost over time. He was so lost in his own head that when the driver of his carriage announced they had arrived, he wandered inside still in his travel clothes, only recognisable by the Farseer's coat of arms on his shoulder. Once inside, he came to his senses because of the loud yet pleasant buzz coming from the dancefloor. He wondered why he came here, leaving his men in Grehk to assist the Grand Templar. Unknown to Jheda, it was thirst which lured him here. He did not desire wine or beer, no, the thirst originated somewhere deeper, in the groin area. His lifestyle made him live a life of celibacy. When his body realised the mind would not cooperate to fulfill these fleshly desires, it took over. His subconsciousness carefully planned this adventure, without Jheda ever knowing what was going on. His uneasy behaviour was a fine example of that. He eventually spotted a table filled with numerous kinds of drinks. He decided to get wasted and mingle with the people on the dancefloor. He did have some moves after all. On his way over, he noticed some higher nobility leaving the scene towards a room upstair. That meant no obligations to talk to them, which was just fine. He also saw some interestingly looking courtesanes, and threw a smile their way. Why he did so, and why they looked interesting, he did not realise. On the inside, his hormones were preparing to have the day of their lives. | |
| Jheda Orobar | |
| Roleplay from Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| Ferdinand instantly snapped back into reality. Realising what he had been doing, Ferdinand's face became stern as if on the battlefield. This nobleman had managed to catch the wrong side of the Grey Knight. Just as he was about to begin a rather serious discussion with his host, the Steward of Ardmore intervened:
"A private audience with the host, well aren't we lucky." Mariana spoke in a soft tone and gently jabbed at Ferdinand side before addressing the request, "I would be happy to join you, and I am sure Sir Ferdinand too would be happy to accompany us.” Marcus nodded and the two began walking towards the stairs, with Mariana walking slightly ahead, looking back expectantly with a cheeky grin. Still riled up by the intervention of Sir Marcus, Ferdinand took slow, purposeful steps towards the stone stair well. Sir Marcus had already reached the stone stairs and began climbed them. The energy the man was displaying was quite impressive considering the company that he was keeping. However, before completely ascending the stone steps, he turned around as if he was looking like he forgot something. After a brief conversation with his servant to address the issue, Marcus pointed towards a figure in the crowd and then proceeded to rocket up the stairs, expecting to be followed. Following the direction of which Sir Marcus pointed, it appeared that the target of his conversation was Dame Mercy Attano. Wearing a cream silk dress, sections such as her arms and chest were woven in black-work, complementing her dark hair. While used to seeing the Dame in armour, he was her Marshal as part of the Lightbringers. Therefore, duty bound to greet the newcomer with a curtsy: "Dame Mercy, I was unaware of your invitation tonight. However, your attendance is welcome. Your dress compliments your hair rather well. Perhaps I should of not worn my armour in the good spirit of this evening. Nevertheless, this a opportunity for those who fight in armies of Obeah such as the Lightbringers to build stronger bonds with their comrades and fellow nobles." Ferdinand was respectful to the Dame, she was a good commander and reliable unit commander. However, Ferdinand acknowledged the impact of the woman's surname among those who could remember or knew. Whilst he was not present, the scribes record the event rather well in the history books. "I wish to talk to you at some point this evening Dame of Avengmil, I wish to ask you something. For now, you must excuse me." Displaying a curtsy, Ferdinand turned around and proceeded to head up the staircase to meet with Mariana and Marcus. Slightly disappointed about his poor attempt to talk to the younger Dame, he made a note to her about a opportunity he had put some thought into. However, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a glimpse of the Farseer's coat of arms on a nobleman he did not recognise from his vantage point on the stairs. Nevertheless, he carried up the stairs. | |
| Ferdinand Greybrook | |
| Roleplay from Marcus Daubeny | |
| Marcus walked through a set of glass doors to a private garden, he took a bottle of blue liquid from a small crate with the Daubeny crest on it he poured 4 glasses and set them around the table, He smiled although it he knew he look slightly nervous as motioned to the table “Please sit, enjoy the wine it’s a old family recipe” Marcus walked over to the railing looking out over Rines “Rines is a truly beautiful city, I am glad to call it home” Marcus sighed and his smile disappeared “I would like to firstly apologise to both of you, I realise I interrupted your dance and I can only hope to have your forgivenesses, secondly I apologise if I have come off as” Marcus struggled with his next words “Defensive, no that doesn’t sound right, maybe vague” He shook his head “In truth, I just wanted to talk with you two, so we might get to know each other, seeing how we are all nobles of Obia’Syela and might find ourselves working together in the future” Marcus took a seat and smiled waiting for his fellow nobles to reply | |
| Marcus Daubeny | |
| Roleplay from Armand Bellamy | |
| Armand, strutted along the path that lead to the estate of Sir Daubeny. Straightening his purple doublet and adjusting the fall of his cape before stepping forward to greet the manors doorman with a slight bow. "Le Maitre Bellamy at your service. May I please request you take me to greet our gracious host? I would not wish to be rude." | |
| Armand Bellamy | |
| Roleplay from Mariana le Craint | |
| Enjoying the festivities, Mariana climbed the stairs with an aspect of glee within each step. Enjoying her time with Ferdinand, something she did not expect when she arrived. Guided through the glass doors opening up into a small garden, Mariana was surprised. The view over the city of Rines was spectacular however that was not what caught her attention. The privacy of the garden was something to admire. She took a glass as she was offered and took a seat at the table.
"Your words are kind. I for one do not hold any grudges." She took a sip of the wine, she was stunned. Contrary to the looks, it was a remarkable taste. Allowing the blue liquid to flow gently over her taste buds, savoring every drop. "It is good to get to know your fellow nobles. This party was a wonderful idea, a nice retreat from my responsibilities. Though I must admit, I am not quite used to dresses such as these." She swirled the wine around the glass, staring into the vortex. She then turned back to Marcus. "This reminds me of the old days.. days long gone. My youth was filled with such events, long before I came to these lands. My past is not of great excitement in reality. I originate from Dwilight. However after a.. fight.. with my brother I was disinherited. So I left, seeking out my purpose. My travels found me here, a place I am proud to serve." The mention of her brother caused her to frown, something she had not wished to think about. She quickly recovered and simply smiled. "That is the past, what matters now is how I forge the future." She looked over the company, Ferdinand whom she had known for a while but honestly knew little about and the host whom she also had little information on. "So tell me, I overheard your brief conversation when Sir Ferdinand arrived however there is still little that I know about you. If you do not mind, I would love to hear it." She rested her hands on her knees as she leaned in, holding the glass steady, legs crossed over. "The same goes for you Ferdinand dear, the more I learn about you the better." She smirked once again at this comment and patiently awaited a response." | |
| Mariana le Craint | |
| Roleplay from Marcus Daubeny | |
| The doorman nodded and called for a nearby servant “Take Sir Bellamy to Sir Marcus” the servant nodded and lead the arriving noble to the ballroom. | |
| Marcus Daubeny | |
| Roleplay from Mercy Attano | |
| The servant approached Mercy halfway through her glass of wine. The servant relayed their instructions and departed, bowing. She finished her glass and made her way to the stairs.
She was greeted with a curtsey from Ferdinand, which she returned. “Marshal Ferdinand, it was a public invitation. I decided that meeting my comrades off the field would be a good habit to get into. Thank you, your armour provides a great deal of familiarity. My thoughts exactly, we are comrades in arms and in nationality, those bonds should be nurtured equally.” She was very much aware that the Marshal was most likely aware of her parentage and the acts that had been committed by her father. Her military service and her host’s lack of information, which she was grateful for, was likely the only things that allowed her past the front door. “I look forward to it, Marshal.” She said, beginning her ascent. She found herself in a private garden, the smell of fresh rain in the air. Figures that the weather clears after I arrive, she thought to herself. She noted that the host and his two other guests were already engaged in conversation as she reached the door. | |
| Mercy Attano | |
