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Dubhaine Family
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Home Region Ashforth
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1st August

Winter Day -- Poryatu

Bennet Selemnir

Bennet walked through the doors of the Suzerain's palace. Several knights passed by on their way out. He did not know their faces. They all bowed in deference, which was appropriate.

He crossed the hall, as silence descended. The tension in the air was as palpable as it was unnecessary. He looked at his boots, and at the trail begind him. So much mud. He should have checked that. An embarrassment to be apologized for later. But the front was muddy, and at least it was not blood.

Suzerain Emperor Nicholas sat the throne. He crossed slowly, the man was being whispered to by an attendant, and had not noticed him. He noted the man looked a little tired. Not an unfamiliar look, his duties had drawn him to the here and there for months, and the weight of the crown could not be easy. It suited him though. In a way Bennet did not anticipate. He hid his smile, as he always did.

A hush fell over the court. Bennet was aware his lack of declaration for one party or another in the upheavals had made him popular to some, and less so to others.

He made eye contact with his friend. There were few he considered that, but this was one. They both knew that; whatever else.

The gaze lingered. The breath in the hall was held. Bennet put his hand on his sword.

A gasp from the attendants.

He paused.... and laid it on his knee as he knelt.

Winter Evening -- Poryatu

Veronica Gardarr

She knew is, he had known she couldn’t get up and he had made it quite clear with his words. It seemed to Emperor like to add subtle nuisances to his droning speeches.

She was still glaring at him when a hush fell over the Court. She could hear footsteps approaching from behind, but she locked her gaze on the Emperor. His eyes shifted momentarily towards someone behind her and then back to her.

Veronica smiled slyly.

A Noble had come beside her and knelt in front of the Emperor, he had withdrawn his sword and even though it caused a hush in the court the Emperor didn’t seem concerned. The new arrival had placed the sword on his knee as he awaited a response from the Emperor.

“You Majesty is of course right in some sense, most of us has to stand on our own two feet, but even an Emperor can’t stand alone all the time, and a Lady like myself even less without support of good friends and allies”.

Veronica tugged at her dress until she could get some sort of traction and reaching out she placed her hand on the shoulder of the noble kneeling beside her. Using him for leverage she pushed herself up still glaring at the Empire, she then focused on the kneeling Noble and looking down upon him smiled and gave a small nod of thanks.

Looking back at the Emperor she said, “I enjoyed our chat you’re Majesty, until we meet again” she still held his gaze as she made a small curtsy before she whirled around and headed to the exit of the Imperial Palace.

Let him stew on that she thought to herself as she headed home.

Sturm Attano

Better late than never Sturm thought to himself as he approached the throne room. He wore a deep purple tunic, a black fur coat and grey fur trimmed boots and gloves. It was just his luck to be stuck in a hole long enough to miss the coronation of an Emperor. At this rate he’d wake up to find Luria split in two.

He noted the crowd was thinning. “Fashionably late, I hope.” He muttered into his moustache as he entered the throne room. He stopped to the back of the room, awaiting the conclusion of Lord Selemnir’s audience.

He absentmindedly rubbed his wrists, still sore from the chains the beasts had used.

Nicholas Archival

Nicholas inclined his head in response to Veronica. She will do fine, he decided. There was more strength to her than the first letters and introductions had suggested, though it needed to be drawn out of her. But there was little time to muse on it, for Bennet had knelt to offer his sword.

In response, he rose to his feet and strode across to meet him. The meaning and importance of the gesture was not lost upon him, and he would dignify it as Bennet was due.

"Marshal Bennet Selemnir, Margrave of Askileon Purlieus," he announced, so that there could be no mistake. "I accept your sword and your service; for so long as I am emperor, your rights and rank shall be championed and defended. You are among Luria's very finest and let all hear this and know it to be true. All the Throne asks of you is that you continue your proud commitment to the realm and to leading those under your command; we can demand no more."

With that, he reached down to rest one hand upon the flat of Bennet's blade, a small and brief physical gesture of acceptance. Then, the imperious tone of the emperor shifted and he flashed a smile, while his hand shifted to be offered to the Marshal.

"Stand, Bennet. The hospitality of the Imperial Palace is yours."

2nd August

Winter Day -- Poryatu

Veronica Gardarr

Askileon Purlieus

Now

Veronica knew her temper caused her more problems than she needed in her life. Oh that smug Emperor, sitting on his high and mighty thrown … he did have a nice roguish look to him though … no Veronica shook her head, she was still furious at him.

Yes, and she would show him. Except now she found herself in the “Wilderness” , she was riding a lovely white mare she had named Cloud, the only problem was she hurt all over, her legs hurt her arms hurt her entire body hurt even her nether regions.

Previous Day

Veronica was in a foul mood as she stepped out of the Carriage as it arrived at Chateau Pinean, her day had court had been a Nightmare. The Emperors not so subtle hints infuriated her. She would show him, she was a strong independent woman.

Snapping at one of the guards she said “Get me Captain Mikael, tell him to meet me in the study!” The guard gave her a quick salute and jogged of to find the Captain.

“Don’t do anything hasty child”, Tess called after her while still getting out of the carriage. “Veronica? Are you listening to me?”

Tess found Veronica pacing in the study. “There you are child, stop sulking” Veronica glared at Tess “He thinks me weak Tess, and he all but came out and said so in front of everyone at court. Oh but I will show him, the pompous, loud mouth silly peach wearing Emperor.” She kept pacing and took out her frustration on a waste basket, with one swift kick she send it flying and then the pain shot up her leg.

So that’s how Captain Mikael came to find the Lady Veronica jumping on one foot and uttering the most foul language that would even make a sailor blush.

“Veronica!” Tess shouted, “That’s no way for a lady to talk”

Veronica hobbled to a chair and dropped into it, massaging her foot. She looked up at Mikael. “Captain, ready the men we are going on a trip”

Mikael frowned as he looked at her “A trip Milady?”

“Yes a trip, we will head to this Askileon Purlieu so I can see these Monsters for myself.”

Mikael breathed a sign of relieve “Alas Milady, latest report shows no monster activity in Askileon Purlieu, so there is no need for you to make a trip, it would be but a waste of your time”

Veronica tilted her head as she thought “Oh, well then, we will just have to go looking somewhere else then until we find some. But we are going Captain. I will need a horse of course and provisions and something comfortable to wear”

“Veronica dear, don’t be silly. The Wilds is not place for a Lady of the Court …” That was a mistake, and Tess realized it too late. “Court? Who’s Court? That Snobby Emperor … I’ll show him.”

“No more talking I am in charge here and I decide what we do. Captain we leave at dawn”

Tess just watched as Veronica left the study “Captain, thoughts?” she asked Mikael.

Looking at Tess he said “The safest place for the Lady Veronica would be Ciarin Tut, the road from Askileon through Askileon Purlieu towards Ciarin Tut has been cleared of any monsters as per previous scout reports. It is also the gathering ground for the armies of the Moon Court. It would be an uneventful trip and once we arrive, any local threats should have been taken care of.”

“Very well Captain, you know your duty and it seems you where right about getting her acclimated to the situation in Dwilight. This should be a good starting point. But at any sign of trouble her safety comes first, understood?”

“Understood Milady”

“We better get the Child a Horse … a fast one if you can manage.”

Mikael gave her a quick nod and went to make arrangements.

Now

Askileon Purlieu, she hated this foul place. She shifted her weight around in the saddle, it didn’t help. A cold wind started blowing from the ocean, she sighed as she hugged her hooded cloak closer to her. The Light leather padded armour she wore kept most of the cold out but she still felt a chill. It was getting late and dark and she was hungry.

“HOLD! WE MAKE CAMP!” Captain Mikael bellowed out as the men on March went about their routine of setting up the camp.

Veronica was so relieved she could almost cry. Captain Miakel had dismounted and walking over to her he waited as she swung her leg over the saddle, gently he lowered her from the horse.

She thought she would die.

Myr Arnickles Renodin

Anxious keel of the cog swiftly cut through the brine and the teak wood went grey from the water and salt, so did Myr from the sway as in force jerked the line - plucky botswain who smelled of a treacle and malt. With a wave crashing down on the boat's fearful board came a familiar urge prompting bile out the mouth, on the shaky legs knight mumbled recondite word and his muscles gave in when his senses went out. And the last was the thought, perhaps terse but of weight - would Sir Waldred succeed in the mission he serves? Will the secret find rest in a friendly estate, see the treasure secured and the future preserved?


Weary of dodging monsters on the routes of Grodno, seasoned warrior of respectable age cleaned his chainmail of dust with three mighty slaps, as he approached the Sandstone Gate. Heavy knocks resonated through the walls as he punched the gate.

"Waldred of Askileon, former captain of the Redmanes, in service of Sir Myr Arnickles Renodin to Her Ladyship, Countess Tyra Andrasta Bluelake. I do not seek audience, I merely ask for a small amount of Countess' time. I shall await here."

3rd August

Winter Day -- Poryatu

Veronica Gardarr

Ciarin Tut

It was a cold winter morning that greeted the troops of House Gardarr as they approached the mustering grounds in Ciarin Tut. The locals came out and stared at the marching men, some in celebration others with skeptic looks on their faces.

Veronica didn’t notice, her hood was pulled up and her head bowed, she was in a daze. Her red hair was slick with sweat and clinging to her face, the occasional cough escaping from her hooded cowl.

Mikael kept glancing to her as her horse kept pace with his. He was worried, they had not made arrangements for a healer to accompany them on this trip, it didn’t seem necessary at the time, but that decision now came back to haunt him.

Mikael noticed his scout galloping closer, pulling his horse up him gave a quick salute “Captain, orders and dispatches from command” he gave Mikael a sealed pouch. “I have also been informed of our camp site, it not too far”

Mikeal glanced at Veronica again, her head was still down and she was swaying lightly in her saddle.

“Lead the way then”

Mikeal spurred his horse and the men silently marched on. The Scout led them through the amassed men and banners at the mustering grounds. Mikael didn’t have to time to look closely, but the camps where set up in an orderly fashion, each displaying banners indicating the Lord or Lady in command.

“Captain, from what I am to understand the army’s of Luria Nova are split in the camps, our camp ground is with the Emperors Will division. Ah here we are now it’s just up ahead” the scout told him.

“Take ten men and get the Lady Gardarr’s tent up fast” he told him. The scout gave a quick salute and spurring his horse forward he motioned some men to follow him; they broke off in a jog and followed after.

The men where efficient when it came to setting camp, by the time Mikael arrived with Veronica, her tent and the command tent had both been set up. The men spit and started their duties, a latrine area being dug, cooking fires set up, sentry duties assigned and so on. Mikael let them to it; he had more pressing matters to concern him.

Dismounting he led Veronica’s Horse closer to her tent. She had not made a lot of sound except the occasional cough, handing the reins to a guard at the tent; he slowly reached up and carefully pulled her out of the saddle, gently cradling her in his arms he carried her in and laid her on her cot covering her with some blankets.

Stepping out of tent he motioned to one of her guards. “I want you to discreetly ask around for a healer and escort them here, tell them they will be greatly rewarded.”

The guard nodded and set off, Mikael went back into the tent pulled up a chair and waited.

Kiran Mir-Ashtan

Cairin Tut

Winter was tough as always, most crops wouldn't grow which led to the depletion of the Autumn crops that were stored away. To Kiran however, the low temperature was not such an issue his families background burying deep within their own mercenary force of course lent to outside work.

Unlike most of the fellow Lurian Nobility whom preferred to follow through with constant "freedom celebrations" morning and night. Kiran had the preference towards civil work, sure in some nobles view it was not the way for a proper noble to behave and Kiran's response to any such comment would be that he did not give a damnation about their opinion of the matter.

Kiran was more than happy to get his hands dirty alongside his retinue. After all he had always been involved in such activity before his families ascension during these times of chaos, he believed it smarter to keep his retinue and himself fighting fit rather than throwing drinks around and risking your retinue not being in fighting shape. Furthermore, himself and his troops could see to making repairs to fences, mills and the like allowing them to better understand the lay of the land. His healers could keep their skills in shape by treating and aiding the locals and his scouts they would do their normal duties, of course keeping their forces alert for beasts.

His men had suffered casualties but with their healers they had not lost a single soldier that had survived the battle with wounds and his scouts had kept their luck and no scout had gone missing.

Winter Evening -- Poryatu

Andrasta Bluelake

As Waldred waited for reply at the manor's entrance, the desert garden behind him with full view of the Palm Sea, he heard a commotion, and a messenger arrived. The man pulled a rope to the right of the gate and a melodious set of bells rang. A guard's head immediately popped out from a window on the guardhouse to the left. "What do you need?"

"I was sent for Duncan, her ladyship was wounded and is being take to the Fox Hall for treatment."

The soldier nodded and disappeared inside. The messenger considered his duty fulfilled and left. A few minutes later, the guard's head resurfaced.

"You're not with him? What did you want?"

Waldred sighed and repeated.

"Waldred of Askileon, former captain of the Redmanes, in service of Sir Myr Arnickles Renodin to Her Ladyship, Countess Tyra Andrasta Bluelake. I do not seek audience, I merely ask for a small amount of Countess' time. I shall await here."

"Well, you heard the man, she's out for Tor knows how long. I'll tell Duncan. Wait here."

Waldred held himself from fidgeting from frustration and waited with the dignity his master commanded. Soon an older man opened the door, grey haired with a kind demeanour that showed some concern, and was followed by a teenage lad and a younger girl, carrying large knapsacks. He looked at Waldred, measuring him and motioned them on. "Go on, take this to her healers, I'll be right along."

As the children left, the man offered his hand to the captain. "A pleasure to meet you, Waldred. My lady Tyra mentions your master quite often." He decided to keep to himself what exactly those mentions consisted of. "I'm Duncan, her... steward. Used to be her tutor. Can I help you, or do you need to see her personally? I can offer you lodgings within the estate if you wish to wait for her recovery. She's a hardy one, shouldn't take more than a day." star [reply to sender] | [reply to list] | [ignore] | [userdetails] [character details] | [give medal: Trust medal Roleplaying medal Fun medal] | [vulgarity]

One day later

She had been inside for the whole day and was going crazy. Duncan finally finished updating her on the region statistics and praising the good work of the Suzerain Emperor in production and morale, to which she couldn't help smiling. He also told her only 19 of her 84 men were left, 9 still being treated at the Fox Hall, which made her just want to leave and see them. Or train the 10 that were fit. Drink to get that damn pain out of the way. Her shoulder had been dislocated and it had taken them three attempts to get it back into place, now it was still very sore. To add to that, she had to stay inside and go see an envoy. At least it was someone coming from Myr. Maybe he had already found a new type of monster and was sending her their heads? Whatever it was, she was sure she would be able to find a way to tease him about it later. That lifted her up a little, as she walked into the hall where Waldred was waiting for her.

4th August

Winter Day -- Poryatu

Myr Arnickles Renodin

Waldred thanked the steward for his offer and pointed that he will need another bed for his companion, waving for a lady in her early teenage years to come over from the doorway.

"Good day Sir!" - said the young lady, confidently striding forward - "I am Alya..."

"Alya here is my travelling companion and a great help with the letters. I've never had time or use to learn." - Waldred cut her off - "Would you be so kind to show us to our lodgings? The travel was exhausting."

A day later

Waldred awaited Countess in the hall since before dawn. Not wavering in his duty. When Lady Tyra finally arrived, he stood straight and bowed his head soldierly.

"My Lady" - he waited for permission to continue and seeing the glint of it in Tyra's eyes he did - "I served Sir Myr for nearly three years as his captain. Now I am a man of singular duty - one of a guard and protector. I came here to deliver this letter, for Your Ladyship's eyes only." - he slid out the piece of folded and sealed parchment, that was tucked underneath his breastplate.

But the letter was too enigmatic to immediately understand what was it that it spoke of.

That very moment a young lady entered the hall. Yawning, she glanced over Tyra and said to Waldred:

"Waldred, would you stop courting the wounded soldier lady already? I want to practice fencing..." - her stomach rumbled - "... oh, but I need some food first. Excuse me, miss warrior, would you bring me some bread and cheese?"

Tyra Andrasta Bluelake

Tyra looked at the soldier warmly as he greeted her, bowed and offered her Myr's letter. She remembered him leading the Redmanes to battle and she always had fondness for those she had shared the battlefield with. As the countess read the letter, she started feeling like Myr's gift went as far away from monster heads as possible. For starters, it wasn't a gift. It was a request and a responsibility, linked to a name she couldn't refuse. She shook her head of wild strawberry hair, wondering what could it possibly be, but before she could open her mouth, a young teenage girl entered the hall, like she owned the world. Yawning, she glanced over Tyra and said to Waldred:

"Waldred, would you stop courting the wounded soldier lady already? I want to practice fencing..." - her stomach rumbled - "... oh, but I need some food first. Excuse me, miss warrior, would you bring me some bread and cheese?"

Tyra wanted to bend over laughing but didn't dare to. She remembered all too well being laughed at by adults when she had been dead serious. "Well, Miss Little Lady, you shouldn't fence with a full stomach. Let's go outside and fence first, then Miss Warrior can call for lunch." She saw one of the servants outside run to the kitchen with the new plans. And yes, she was going outside to fence! Life was getting better.

"As for Waldred here, he wasn't courting me..." Tyra looked appreciatively at the man "... though if he did..." She smiled with intent, Waldred actually blushed!, she grinned and continued, as they exited through the door. "Tell me, Miss Little Lady, do you have a name?"

Of course the enigmatic letter was now miles away from the Countess' mind.

5th August

Winter Day -- Dantooine

Veronica Gardarr

It had been a tension filled few days for Mikael, he was pacing outside Veronica's tent waiting on a report from the healer they had acquired from the Camp of Kiran Mir-Ashtan, Knight of Poryatu. The healer had approached his Lord with the request and the Knight had immediately ordered the healer to take on the care of the Lady Gardarr.

Mikael kept pacing, the guards eyes following him, they gave him a wide berth. He came to a stop at the rustle of the tent flap; the healer ducked out caught his eye and approached him.

“She is over the worst of it, the fever broke last night” Mikael drew a sigh of relieve. “She will need to stay in bed for a few more days at least, but I will still make my rounds until I am sure there is no chance for a relapse.”

Mikael clasped the healers shoulder gave it a slight squeeze and stepped past him into the tent.

The healer watched the Captain step into the tent, picking up his supplies he headed back to his Camp to report to his Lord.

Matthew Coffey

Another volley of arrows passed overhead. The scant group of slavering creatures fell, peppered liberally by Luria's finest. The disappointment from the young men and women that Matthew had hired in Askileon was almost palpable. True Lurians to the core, ready to show their worth at the tip of steel and fang. It was safe to say that the rotund King did not share their enthusiasm, but he didn't show it openly. Once the 'battle' was up, the troops dragged their feet back to the royal encampment. This was their lot in Ciarin Tut, and no amount of merrymaking with the locals was going to satisfy the gloryhounds among them.

It had been two days since he had arrived, and the army assembled in the region was formidable indeed. With half a thousand warriors at their backs, and over a dozen noble families, it began to occur to Matthew that this was only a sliver of their forces. He hadn't been on the field for four years, and forgot that since then, Luria had grown considerably in its strength. Before he had arrived, this would have perhaps been all of Luria's forces assembled. Now it was less than half of that. The thought still frightened him of the civil war that could have been.

"Captain Dietrich," the King broke his silent pondering abruptly, something that his new captain was still getting used to, "I leave for the Imperial Marshals camp. The guard is in your charge until I return." A dismissive wave had the captain depart his presence. Now alone, surveying the assembled banners arrayed outside the remains of Countess Kaguyas home, Matthew chartered his course. He didn't walk with much purpose, instead taking a convoluted path through the camps present, eyeing up the various soldiers and nobles he could catch a glimpse of. Nor was he unsociable about it, should any of the assembled aristocracy wish to stop and converse with him. His dawdling probably made him look out of place; an aimless meandering bureaucrat among hardened, scar-bitten warriors. It didn't bother him particularly, and he seemed quite content on his stroll from the perspective of a onlooker.

Kiran Mir-Ashtan

It had come to Kiran's surprise that one of his retinues healers had approached him regarding runner from another noble's forces had come in search of a healer to treat their Dame. Kiran had at least thought that a retinue commander would neglect bringing a healer along with their forces.

Of course, Kiran would oblige the healers request after all he had left them to their own devises with treating the wounded in the area while they were in the process of reclaiming the region since the beasts had pushed out the resident Lurian Forces that kept it out of criminal hands.

Kiran mused on the small comments made to him by the healer but he did not intend to pry into others medical issues all to much if it was not an incident of plague or the like.

7th August

Winter Day -- Poryatu

Solomon Greybrook

Dear Lady Emily,

Speaking on behalf of Earl of Dantooine, Marshal of Luria's Wrath, his household would invite you to Dantooine to coordinate with us on organising and promotion of the Sea Cliff Keep Ball. Your talents have been acclaimed and suggested by the Grand Panetier - a noble whose opinion's my liege respects and values greatly.

If you are interested, please liaise with me, the Earl's chief scribe.

Regards,

Scribe Harvard. Written on behalf of House Greybrook. House Patriarch

Emyhr le Craint

Sat by the fire, Emyhr was fully immersed into a pile of papers. On many of those, the mark of the earldom of Nid Tek was prevalent. The further Emyhr flipped, the further his faced drop. By the final paper, his face was lost of emotion and feeling, barely keeping himself awake. Shaking himself awake every few minutes returning back to the the papers filling out large segments before falling back into a dozy state.

"Here, I've brought you a drink. Gods know you need it at this point."

Turning around, Gustaf stood behind Emyhr holding two mugs of what can be seen as ale. Emyhr took one of the cups and began to drink, not stopping until he reached the bottom.

"Thanks for that, it seems the work continues to pile up, especially since I am away from the earldom. Hopefully, I will get used to this. I received word that Alfred and the housing staff have now reached the new estate. Additionally, it seems Alfred has put the young woman that I mentioned to work in the kitchen, seems she has an aptitude to cooking, we shall have to test this once we return."

Mid conversation, a messenger came over handing yet another stack of papers. Reading through the first few papers, Emyhr's heart sank and his face dropped once again.

"Remind me once we return I need to hold court. It seems paper after paper is a complaint or a request. Not that I cant understand, a lot of people suffered when the beast came, many have lost their homes. Ive placed some responsibility with Alfred, he has the knowledge that will help the locals so hopefully that will help."

Before long, the sound of the returning soldiers lightened the mood. Previously, Emyhr had sent the men our to interact and celebrate with the locals. Many of whom had lost faith with the Lurian Empire, however the sounds that had come from the local village showed that the locals were feeling better about the hosts. This put a smile on Emyhr's face, he proceeded to put down the papers.

"Come Gustaf, let us join the others. I have done the days work, it is time we join the men and enjoy ourselves. Bring the extra keg, let us make some friends."

Winter Evening -- Poryatown

Turin Erickson

The banquet hall in Askileon sat ready to receive guests. Turin peered into the atrium, many nobles were gathered already, but he did not yet spot any knights or lords. None the less, clad in brilliant red robes he made his entrance with the maid Illyria at his right hand.

Aylwin Gottfried

"My Lord, apparently priest Turin has rented a small banquet hall in your City and invited all nobles. He did so without your permission, should I do anything about it?" Said Chancellor Corban.

"Let him hold his little feast" answered Aylwin, "Most of the nobles are busy with important tasks for the betterment of the realm to be attending banquets at this time, once we have reclaimed our regions I will hold a ball to celebrate that will be quite the spectacle in itself. For now, let us focus at organizing the reconciliation of Ciarin Tut back into Moon Hall." With these words Aylwin moved his attention to the numerous papers that lay on the wooden table in front of him, many of which were for new buildings, recruitment centers and a few bids for the statue depicting Emperor Aldrakar in his youth.

Myr Arnickles Renodin

Young lady supressed a smirk at Waldred blushing. She could not recall his skin colour change ever before. One of those "seasoned warrior" qualities that she found both reassuring and exruciatingly boring.

The warrior lady said: "Tell me, Miss Little Lady, do you have a name?"

"Why of course I do! Why wouldn't I have one?!" - she put a cloak on to protect herself from the morning chill and went straight for the doorway she assumed lead to the courtyard. On her way there she unsheathed her spada da lato and swung it in air several times narrowly missing decorative tureens, plant-pots and armour stands. "I must warn you, I once bested Sir Myr Renodin with my fencing. Easily! Not even breaking a sweat!" - upon expressing her less than truthful gasconade, she walked straight through the doorway in what her not even fifteen year old mind imagined to be a 'confident gait'.

8th August

Winter Day -- Poryatu

Bellatrix Peregrine

The harbour of Askileon was crawling with all sorts of sailing vessels despite the torrential cold rain, habitual here in this time of the year. A small cog, bearing Westgard colours on its sails, manoeuvred almost unnoticed between the huge galleons and barques making their way to and from the docks. As sailors scurried along its deck, preparing for mooring after a long and arduous voyage, a lonesome figure remained completely motionless on the prow. A young woman peered intently into the distance, her gaze not one of wonder and excitement but one of reminiscence and grim resolve.

A parting word with the captain and the woman left the cog getting across the wooden planks in several nimble and perfectly coordinated strides. Two dozen ragged men followed her, all looking like tough war veterans armed with thin pointy blades and huge crossbows, designed to kill grizzly bears it seemed.

The arrived were met on the peer by a small procession of several noble men and women and half a dozen household guards wearing tabards marked with insignias of swooping black falcons on a sky blue field. Her family. They were at the same time visibly happy to see her but also livid at the changes that occurred during her self-imposed exile. A comely coquette who left this very harbour years ago was no more. In her stead a gaunt and lean woman stood before her kin, her body athletic instead of voluptuous, her gaze calculating and intense instead of seducing, her mouth prone to curling in a crooked smile betraying a cruel streak.

But in her heart it was still her, the same little Bella. And tears were shed from her turbid dark eyes as she embraced her mother and then father and siblings. After all these years finally she was home.

Winter Evening -- Poryatu

Donald Augustus Allan

Donald in Askileon

Donald had never been to a religious council before, not that any had convened in many, many years.

The uncertainty of the whole event had captured his attention. What could he even expect? What did this Northern Priest have in-store? Goodness, even the matter of tonight’s attire had troubled him. Did adorn himself with the Marshal’s decorated gambeson or the quilted doublet? Well, it hadn’t been that difficult a choice. Obviously he had picked doublet, far more suited to a social occasion whereas the gambeson would be a finer choice for matters of state. But regardless, an air of uncertainty hung about the meeting.

He handed the reigns of his horse off to the stable keeper and stepped in to the warm air of the atrium where many noblemen and noble ladies had gathered. Donald couldn’t have named any of them though, all far too minor.

He spotted the Priest in question, Turin Erickson. He wore the traditional priestly garment of the Northern Church. Donald had read more and more about Erickson in his studies

Aldrakar didn’t just invite any old Priest to Luria Nova, but a damned former King he pondered He’s a veritable relic himself.

The Knight wasn’t about to greet him just yet. After all, he had denounced his bid for the throne some while back and there was a good chance he might pull something similar. But right now there was no reason to cause a conflict.

So he remained stood in the Atrium and gazed about the awaiting noblemen hoping to spot a friendly face, or some wine. Either would do.

Emyhr le Craint

Arrival in Askileon

Emyhr arrived at the gates of Askileon, he was alone having left his captain to attend to the rest of the recovery of Cairn Tut. Riding on his black stallion to those who were less informed he would have looked rather like a demon. Since his last visit, the new set of armor that he had ordered had arrived. His previously shining steel chest piece and adorning pieces had now been replaced with a dark black armor adorned with gold inlaid into the joints and edges. A single golden lion now gracefully centered on his chest piece. Coupled with dark grey gambeson and padded leggings, Emyhr now gave off a daunting aura.

Strolling through the main centre of town, the crowds had gathered around a particular building. Curious, he approached the group to see what was occurring. As he arrived, he noticed Sir Donald Augustus had also arrived. Donald seemed more determined and organised about the matter, hoping to shed some light onto what was happening he approached.

"Sir Donald, apologies for coming unannounced, would you mind explaining whats happening hear? It seems matters of my earldom and the recapture of Cairn Tut have left me unaware of any gatherings. I came to Askileon to oversee a delivery of new farming equipment to Nid Tek and found myself following the crowds."

Looking around, he spotted many minor nobles and other important figure. One man stood at the helm of it all, someone who Emyhr had not met before but could understand he was a priest due to the vestments that he was wearing and the symbols that adorned him.

9th August

Winter Day -- Poryatu

Turin Erickson

Upon Turin's entrance several nobles, mostly women swarmed towards him and Illyria. The women were drawn to her in particular. May commented on her flowing white robe and the silver chevron that adorned her necklace. A few asked Turin for blessings. Turin was sure to act as a gracious host, dispensing blessings, offering wine, but all the while he peered past these guests to the doorway. He spotted two figures of greater rank, a knight in a doublet and the other perhaps a lord, given the exquisite black and gold armor. He wished to sense their auras but the other guests wandering to and fro created a blur. On another night Turin might have bided his time, asked a servant to learn their names, tried not to show interest, but the Maddening was bright once again.

Without even excusing himself Turin strode across the atrium to his new guests, eyes locked on them as if he could see nothing else in the world. Illyria was left to entertain the lower gentry, a task she was more than up to the challenge of. She spoken in a soft deep voice and had the uncanny ability to answer so many questions to communicate so much depth of thought and emotion and yet use barely more than a few words at a time.

Turin wove between guests and servants as he crossed the room towards the doorway. The knight in particular seemed most unprepared to be singled out so suddenly. Turin's haggard face, worn with the lines of care earned from wars and calamities across all of Dwight made for an intimidating sight. He wore his snow white beard cropped to just a few inches leaving him still looking like the old general he once was rather than a man of the cloth. His most perplexing feature was a divot in the center of his forehead roughly the size of a coin. It looked as if he'd lost a small piece of his skull. Many found it difficult not to stare at this defect.

"Well met and hail fellow highborn. May the Bloodstars shine upon our meeting," He announced, "I am Justicar Turin Erickson of the Holy Church of Sanguis Astroism, herald of the second prophet Severina. Forgive me but I do not know your names, or else I know your names but not your faces. Would you do me the honor of introducing yourselves?"

Donald Augustus Allan

"Sir Donald, apologies for coming unannounced, would you mind explaining whats happening hear? It seems matters of my earldom and the recapture of Cairn Tut have left me unaware of any gatherings. I came to Askileon to oversee a delivery of new farming equipment to Nid Tek and found myself following the crowds."

Earl Emyhr la Craint, formerly Sir Emyhr arrived rather suddenly and unexpectedly looking quite puzzled. Donald was a bit dumbfounded.

“Following the crowds?” he said, his voice sounded as confused as Emyhr looked “My Lord, have you not heard? The Priest, Turin Erickson, is holding a kind of religious forum not seen in Luria since… well, I’m not sure exactly”

He shook his head in disbelief, “You’re a Lord now, you ought to be keeping up with these things”

As if to further Donald’s surprise the red robed Priest of the Bloodstars left his solitary spot and appeared, quite suddenly, next to the two young noblemen. His bright red attire made him quite the beacon in the gathered crowd.

"Well met and hail fellow highborn. May the Bloodstars shine upon our meeting," He announced, "I am Justicar Turin Erickson of the Holy Church of Sanguis Astroism, herald of the second prophet Severina. Forgive me but I do not know your names, or else I know your names but not your faces. Would you do me the honor of introducing yourselves?"

Donald realising that he still looked quite surprised, regained his composure and turned to face the Priest. While not exactly of the right religion he tried to at least feign some sort of respect and greeted Turin in the proper manner.

“You’re eminence, I am Donald Augustus of the House Allan, Marshal of Sun Hall and at present, a Knight of Shinnen” he then gestured towards Lord Emyhr, “And this gentlemen is Sir Emyhr la Craint, Earl of Nid Tek and Vice-Marshal of the recently renamed army, Luria’s Wrath"

Tyra Andrasta Bluelake

In Grodno, days ago

Tyra smiled and started to follow the girl outside, asking for Waldred's sword on her way out. The man was a bit dismayed and walked after her swiftly. "Milady, but don't you have any questions? Am I supposed to drop her off without you knowing even her name?"

"What? Oh!" The countess stopped dead on her tracks. "That's what Sir Myr meant... He's giving her to me? Is that the gift that had an uncanny resemblance to a monster head?" Tyra started laughing. "So maybe he does have a sense of humour!"

Turning to the teenager, she fell into an easy fighting stance. "You two can tell me all about you over lunch, Little Lady. Right now, you have to try and touch my wounded shoulder with your sword, and I, yours. I'll fight with my left hand..."

Winter Evening -- Poryatu

Emyhr le Craint

“Following the crowds?” he said, his voice sounded as confused as Emyhr looked “My Lord, have you not heard? The Priest, Turin Erickson, is holding a kind of religious forum not seen in Luria since… well, I’m not sure exactly”

He shook his head in disbelief, “You’re a Lord now, you ought to be keeping up with these things”

Emyhr chuckled at this remark by Sir Donald. "It is a tough job being a lord, I suppose I should take my head out of paperwork and look around at the surroundings every once and a while." Emyhr turned and looked around at the crowd, "I had heard mentions of this priest Turin Erickson, I have not had any dealings with him however it would pique my interest to talk with hi.."

Before Emyhr could finish his sentence another voice came out from just behind him.

"Well met and hail fellow highborn. May the Bloodstars shine upon our meeting," He announced, "I am Justicar Turin Erickson of the Holy Church of Sanguis Astroism, herald of the second prophet Severina. Forgive me but I do not know your names, or else I know your names but not your faces. Would you do me the honor of introducing yourselves?"

Emyhr took a moment looking the priest up and down, admiring his clothing and his formal attire. Just as he was about to introduce himself, Sir Donald beat him to it.

"Your Eminence, as Sir Donald Says I am Sir Emyhr le Craint, Earl of Nid Tek. However, I am new to this position so I am just getting myself adjusted. Please excuse my ignorance, I seem to have missed the letter about this event however if you do not mind I would like to stay and listen in. I am not a man of faith however I have found faith to be interesting, hearing what you say about the bloodstars would be fascinating to listen to. "

Looking himself up and down, while also admiring the attire of both the men he turned to the priest once again.

"I must apologize for my appearance, I have just come from the recapture of Cairn Tut and facing monsters of the battlefield, I have become accustomed to constantly wearing my armor even in places of safety. I wish to ask you a question that was posed to me recently, what affect do the bloodstars have on our lives? Do they create the fate of man or is the actions we take a result of our own achievements?"

Turing once again to Sir Donald, he smiled at the wondrous figure.

"I hope you do not mind if I join you while listening on to this speech? The company would be nice. It has been a while since we have been in the same place as each other."

Turin Erickson

"It is a pleasure to meet you both. Sir Donald I am glad you made it. I was hoping there'd be at least one member of the Ecclesiastic Congregation here, when the banquet begins proper I hope you can speak a bit on the subject."

"Lord Emyrh your armor does not offend in the least. It reminds me of my days of fighting monster hordes, although back then we were battling in the West yet sadly it is now the East that is besieged. To answer your question the Blood Stars effect aspects of the human spirit. as the charter says we believe that the Maddening Star influences our raw emotions and impulses that the Auspicious Star influences our reason and capacity for logical thought and that the Austere Star influences our soul and capacity for serenity. There is a complex interplay between them. It has never been believed that the Blood Stars control us like marionettes forcing our every move towards some predetermined conclusion, however they do have an impact on our fate because they influence our character. A person in balance with the Blood Stars will find they achieve more favorable ends then one who is in discord with them. Also there are the prophecies which I have interpreted to be a sort of recurring cycle, they are like the seasons of the year. A balanced person who studies the prophecies will be as a wise lord who knows to send his serfs to plant in Spring, tend through Summer, reap in Autumn and how much grain must be stored for Winter. An unbalanced person ignorant of the prophecies will be as a foolish lord who lets his peasants do as they will, planting and reaping whenever they please and storing nothing for Winter. The wise lord and his peasants will naturally meet a better fate than the foolish, but the foolish lord would be all the more foolish if he tried to claim that the ruin of his lands was an inescapable fate the seasons cursed him with."

10th August

Spring Day -- Poryatu

Solomon Greybrook

Preparing the Ball - The Sea Cliff Ball

Riding ahead from Lupa Lapu, Solomon arrived in Dantooine to personally oversee the preparations for the Sea Cliff Keep Ball. The Keep was finally built and furnished - for which Solomon was stunned. He could see numerous members of the local lower aristocracy filtering through the servants and workers for the Greybrook household that were ensuring that the venue was prepared - a day early.

While the Ball was to occur on Monday, it was clear that nobles could arrive from far and wide - at any time. He invited them as such from a few days before. He knew that Earl Emyhr could arrive relatively soon. He was eager to have a drink with his Vice-Marshal once again. Perhaps with Dantooine wine rather than the local ale they had found in Askileon.

Donning his political formal attire, Solomon ventured into the Keep. Upon arriving, he saw a lavish red carpet that transverse the main passageways of which guests would arrive. Inside, there was lamps and candles despite the plentiful amount of light that flooded the entrance and displayed the truly unique qualities of the grey stone as it shimmered. He had ensured that Harvard was on duty to ensure that nobles whom arrived were greeted properly and announced as they pleased. With the Emperor in particular potentially arriving, everything needed to be ready. Ignoring the staircase, which descended into his living quarters, he turned into the court room.

When Solomon had commissioned this project, he ensured that the court area was multi-functional. Hence, the room held high ceilings and was two tiered. He had ensured that there was two banners draped on either side of the room of the Greybrook crest as well as the Luria Nova.

The bottom tier is what he would consider the dancing area where there was a short elevation for performers or musicians. There was benches along the outside while small tables, decorated with cloth and candles for those whom did not wish to dance - or were awaiting one. Ascending one of the two sets of stairs, which extended half a floor, there was a short railing which again, built for purpose but decorated for occasion. He was glad that it oversaw the dance area with ease but also did not feel detached from the lower area.

Turning around, he saw the main dining and social area. As traditional, these tables were long and made of the best wood he could find in Dantooine. Again, decorated with delightful red cloth and comfortable dinner chairs. However, he Solomon decided, on Carlos' recommendation, that there should only be three. Two were put to the sides of the room while the last one traveled horizontal across the back of the room - as tradition. This 'head' table would ideally sit those of titled status and respected nobles close to the Greybrook family. Nevertheless, these tables could fit all the guests that he expected to arrive. Hence, there would not be a issue.

Into the kitchens, Solomon inquired that the guests would be given a range of foods for a buffet. In particular, there would be spiced pig, the best beef from a cow and potentially some white fish and seafood from the coast - dependent on the catch of the day. There would be of course vegetables and the sort. He made a mental note to ensure that everything was spread around the tables. Of course, there was no need for nobles to actually sit down and eat when they arrived. However, Solomon would not expect his guests to organise their own dietary arrangements - so the option was there.

Sitting down at the head of the table, overlooking the dining area turned ball room, he eagerly awaited the coming days.

Emyhr le Craint

"Lord Emyrh your armor does not offend in the least. It reminds me of my days of fighting monster hordes, although back then we were battling in the West yet sadly it is now the East that is besieged. To answer your question the Blood Stars effect aspects of the human spirit.

Emyhr stood there and pondered the answer he had been given, admiring the resolve at which the priest had spoken. Before speaking, Emyhr looked around at the faces of the crowd that had gathered, the feeling of ease that many of them had gained through the presence of the priest. Emyhr could feel the collective good feeling that had become central the the attending group.

"Your words speak many truths, you eminence. I have always felt that there has been a guiding hand that assist those, however I have never believed that one such being could ever puppet a persons consciousness. The will of the person will always be the strongest force within the mind. I have spent much of my time venturing around the empire, listening to the stories of those who I have met, many of whom believe in the Bloodstars while others believe in another force."

Emyhr pullled a small pendant, onto which was carved different symbols of different faiths. The bloodstars could be clearly seen depicted within the centre.

"My Grandfather was a man of great faith, he achieved all he could knowing that a higher power guided him. For the longest time I followed the same path, he was a righteous man that followed a good cause. However, the day when he was abruptly taken from this world by a pack of monsters, it knocked all that I had known from me. It led me to doubt all that I had understood before this. Now I have come to a similar position in which he was in, I have returned back to the idea of faith, however, I have found it hard to trust in such beliefs."

Emyhr stopped for a second, returning back to the crowd. Their excitement was showing, which once again eased Emyhrs heart.

"Again my apologies your eminence, I wish not to ruin the mood. This is a time for celebration and new beginnings. I wish to continue to hear what will be said here, however I shall not be staying for too long, unfortunately my duties give me little time for respite and peace. Should you allow me to stay, if even for a little bit, I would be most honoured."

Solomon Greybrook

Outside Spaces and Cliffs - Sea Cliff Keep Ball

While attending some preparations, Solomon was greeted by his uncle Carlos. After discussing numerous events of the last week or so, Carlos suggested that there should be some kind of outside area for guests whom attended as well as accommodation. While there was some apprehension at first from Solomon. The sea breeze was lovely in the Summer. However, it had a adverse effect on some during the Winter and Spring. Hence, for safekeeping, Solomon strolled around the estate with Carlos to discuss some of these ideas.

Solomon had hired out a couple of inns that were often used for tradesmen and other administrators for the night so that there was a guarantee that guests could stay very comfortably within the estate. Solomon had purchased furnishings for these inns with a multitude of comfort and style which he considered a grant to the owner in return for excellent service.

Another of these ideas was to position some tables near the barracks and archery range - only a short stroll away from the Keep itself. Carlos suggested that many slightly intoxicated nobles would want to chance their arm in either friendly duel or perhaps a challenge of skill. Solomon approved, only if a decent squad of Greybrook Guard oversaw the preceding directly. On the similar note, Solomon ensured that the barracks was guarded as well as any militia and troop were on alert for trouble makers - showing no tolerance for mischief.

If there was a chance for clear skys, Carlos suggested a outside area near the Keep for those whom grew tired of the festivities. Hence, positioning a few laterns round the back of the Keep but inside the estate, a couple of chairs were placed which faced the Watchtower with a small table. After checking the grounds inside the estate, Solomon led his uncle to the Watchtower. A similar dilemma of space saw that the Greybrook Guard and Watchmen put on alert to assist and ensure the protection of their guests with men on the walls.

However, the greatest concern for safety would be the cliffs the estate was on. Walking through the ground floor of the Watchtower, Solomon was impressed with his uncle's work. Creating a pathway, lit by lanterns, would safely lead guests to the small enclave by the sea 10 minutes away between two low cliffs (which was mostly used by local fishermen) as well as a pseudo-garden for herbs and other supplies. He ensured that guards would patrol these paths as well as monitor the enclave.

Taking a second to look over the Cliffs, the fortification behind him and the pastureland around him, the preparations were ready.

Spring Evening -- Poryatu

Turin Erickson

Turin nods with sympathy at the mention of Emyhr's grandfather.

"This continent has been through dark times," He laments "People forsook the wisdom of the Bloodstars. They dabbled in black magic and invited the blighting of the West. But if we turn back to the Blood Stars they will light our way once again and show us a path through the darkness to a new golden age. You are most welcome, Lord Emyhr, and if time is short then we should begin the forum proper post haste, and if you should need to depart for war before it is concluded no offense will be taken."

With that he calls for all guests to depart the atrium and enter the banquet hall proper. The long table is laid out with the finest silverware, golden goblets and carafes of wine, but the first course has not been brought out yet. Turin and Illyria both have chairs at the head of the table. As the highest ranking nobles Lord Emyhr and Sir Donald are seated nearest them at the first seat on either side of the table.

Before taking his seat, Turin gives a brief address, "Ladies and gentlemen, honored guests, may the Blood Stars shine on this occasion. We come to speak of and celebrate the divine, matters of faith and the deepest philosophy. I have come to know Luria Nova well and there is something quite marvelous about this realm. Nowhere else can such a vast number of nobles be found living in one place and as one people. And also I much admire your principles of meritocracy. For this reason I am sad to see the majority of the realm's nobles do not belong to a proper organized religion. I believe however that it is meritocracy which can remedy this, and I hope to show the people here that worship of the Blood Stars is the most meritorious of religious practices. So as we wait for the first course I open the floor to questions, statements of faith or points of discussion,"

With that Turin is seated.

Myr Arnickles Renodin

Coming back from the courtyard Alya had much less happy face than before, while Tyra appeared clearly exhilerated by the curious experience.

Young lady hid her exasperation with defeat by talking - "My teacher said fencing is always superior to classic swordplay! I'll have words with him whenever I'm in Darfix... perhaps we'll go there tomorrow after dinner? Mind it not, I never thought they train you this well in the army. Waldred is very good but he's a Renodinian sworn shield, I would never assume a common..."

"Ahem!" - Waldred cleared his throat audibly - "I had no opportunity to introduce." - he pointed his eyes like daggers at Alya, making sure she knows why he had no opportunity - "This is Countess Tyra Andrasta Bluelake, Lady of Grodno, Dame of Ordo Leonis and our gracious host."

Alya felt her cheeks explode with warmth. She was certain her face must be the colour of freshly baked brick. "M'Lady Tyra, I-uh... I thank you for your hospitality" - she mumbled, her voice almost entirely drawn out by the rumbling of her stomach, twice as loud and demanding as before.

11th August

Spring Day -- Poryatu

Veronica Gardarr

Luria Nova

Dantooine

Veronica was passing through Danturn Town, it was at most what she expected from a rural region. She had a small escort with her, after leaving most of her troops in Lupa Lapu.

Mikael had passed command to one of his subordinates, and insisted on accompanying her. Veronica pulled her cloak tighter around her. She was starting to dislike the ocean, the cold wind tugged and pulled at her and she felt the chill right to her core, Winter didn't seem to want to dissipate with the coming of Spring.

She was over the worst of her bought of sickness, though she still felt sluggish. So when she heard about the invitation to attend festivities at Sea Cliff Keep, she knew she had to get out of the cold miserable camps she found herself in. The more she thought about it the more she realized she was not made for the front line.

And really all this talk of monsters she has yet to see one face to face, they couldn't be such a menace if none was ever sighted. So she would order her troops to do what needed to be done, but she would go where she pleased, she was a Noble after all.

As the small party approached the Keep, Veronica's eye caught the cliff drop leaning to the ocean, she felt a chill again. A great watchtower could be seen and she noticed movement on top of it, her approach had been noticed.

Mikael spurred his horse closer to her as a guard stepped out to bar their way. Veronica pulled up her horse as she glanced at the guard making his way towards them.

"Hold, you approach the Sea Cliff Keep, state your business!"

Veronica turned to Mikael and then realized that they had not actually displayed her banners on approach.

Pulling down the cowl of her hood she brushed some of her hair out of her face and smiled down at the guard.

"I am the Lady Gardarr of House Gardarr hailing from Askileon on invitation from the Earl of Dantooine, Solomon Greybrook."

Veronica noticed another guard behind him talk to a young boy who immediately set of at running speed.

The guard lowered his head and spoke "Milady forgive my tone.." Veronica cut him off.

"There is nothing to forgive, you are doing your duty as you should, but if you would be so kind it has been a long trip and I would like to get out of the cold, please make arrangements for an escort to take us to our accommodations."

Tyra Andrasta Bluelake

Tyra gave Alya an understanding smile and a wink. "It's ok, Miss Little Lady, I've done worse... and who might you be? I suppose if Sir Myr wants me to keep you, I should know who you are?"

Emyhr le Craint

Yesterday Evening:

After the evening meeting had passed, once the questions had been answered and the first course of food same through, Emyhr enjoyed talking with people of different backgrounds about the fundamentals of faith. However, time had caught up on the young knight and he had to leave the gathering for his other duties.

Emyhr gave his thanks to the priest and bid farwell to Sir Donald and the gathered minor nobles. Emyhr stepped out into the cold evening, jovial from the food and wine, he made his way to the main gate bidding farwell to the city of Askileon.

The Following Morning:

As the sun crested over the hilltops of the border regions of Nid Tek and Dantooine, Emyhr now warn out from the journeying that he had undertake that previous night with very little rest. Before long, the sight of the sea cliff keep came into view. It seems Emyhr was not the only one to arrive early as a small party led by a female noble was waiting at the gate, Emyhr did not recognize the crest of the noble that was waiting at the gate but none the less would approach with the normal formalities.

As Emyhr neared the gate, he could over hear slightly what was being said nearer the front.

"I am the Lady Gardarr of House Gardarr hailing from Askileon on invitation from the Earl of Dantooine, Solomon Greybrook."

Emyhr pondered over that name, he had heard of this recent arrival however had yet been able to meet here. Hopefully, Emyhr would be able to introduce himself before or during the event. For now, he allowed the dame to continue with entering before Emyhr would approach the gate.

"Earl Emyhr le Craint, here at the invitation of Earl Solomon. I have arrived early after requesting it of the Earl."

The guard looked the noble up and down before turning and shouting at the guards behind the gate. He waved Emyhr through the gate, unlike the previous noble, Emyhr was without a retinue bringing only his horse with him. Stepping through the gate, Emyhr looked around admiring the work that had been done by the earl since his succession, the keep that had been in ruins when the land was reclaimed was now beautifully rebuilt with grey stone.

Emyhr guided his horse to the stables that had been built within the courtyards, brushing it slightly before tying it up and leaving it within the hands of the stable boy. The Dame was now gone from his sight, Emyhr made his way out into the courtyard finding a place to sit and take the weight of his legs. Emyhr sat and waited for the earl, allowing the dame the first introductions, he admired the work that had been undertaken by Earl Solomon.

Solomon Greybrook

Two New Arrivals - Sea Cliff Keep Ball (Dantooine)

Veronica pulled up her hood again as she slowly spurred her horse on and followed the guard as he made arrangements for an escort.

Solomon was sitting at his desk, working through some necessary paperwork when a guard came in and informed him that Lady Gardarr had arrived.

Excellent.

With a spring in his step, Solomon put on his cloak and headed to the front gate of the Keep. For the ball, Solomon had his beard trimmed again back to the sharp stubble and slicked back hair. Furthermore, his black doublet with a grey linen shirt were complementary to the subtle but ultimately fashionable appearance - there wasn't too many occasion military noblemen such as he had opportunities to look their best outside of court. He had ensured previously that his outfit for the ball was prepared by numerous peoples in Giask and refined in Dantooine.

Approaching the gate, Solomon saw the Lady stand guard alongside one of the watchmen and another soldier that he did not know. Probably left command to a subordinate in Lupa Lapu. When within speaking distance of the Lady, Solomon stopped short and made a slight bow:

"Welcome Lady Gardarr to Dantooine! I hope the travelling was not too harsh. With the end of Winter, the weather should be easier to handle. However, the sharp chill from the sea breeze may take some getting to used to! I do not believe we have directly met before on a social basis, I am Solomon Greybrook, Lord of Dantooine and Marshal of Luria's Wrath. You are the first guest from the higher aristocracy to arrive for the ball on Monday. I believe there will be many more to come and that Luria will enjoy some rest-bite - at least for a few days. Your accommodation will be in the Guesthouses to either the right or left of the Keep. Please just make sure that you inform a scribe which one you are staying in. Each room is fit for purpose with thick rugs and duvets as well. There is a common room for each Guesthouse - which is only for aristocracy. There may already by some local nobles as well in the lodgings - there is plenty of room. Please feel free to explore the estate. If there is anything that you need assistance with, please just ask me personally or hail a local servant. The Greybrook Guard to my right will escort you. I look forward to talking to you more in the coming days my lady."

The Dame was now gone from his sight, Emyhr made his way out into the courtyard finding a place to sit and take the weight of his legs. Emyhr sat and waited for the earl, allowing the dame the first introductions, he admired the work that had been undertaken by Earl Solomon.

As Solomon was talking to his new arrival, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Earl Emyhr ride to the stables. Solomon walked and talked to Lady Gardarr for maybe a minute before excusing himself. Seeing the Vice-Marshal in the courtyard, Solomon walked towards him with a slight grin on his face and embraced his friend:

'Earl Emhyr! I am so glad that you have arrived. Come, walk with me around the estate. Tell me about your adventures or events that have occurred since we last spoke!"

Emyhr le Craint

Not a moment passed by when Emyhr once again spotted the Dame however this time she was being guided by a familiar face. Watching them walk, Emyhr could see the refinement in the clothing between the two, for the first time meeting nobles who were dressed for a fanciful occasion rather than battle was soothing to the young knight. The two separated and Earl Solomon who was guiding the lady headed towards Emyhr.

'Earl Emhyr! I am so glad that you have arrived. Come, walk with me around the estate. Tell me about your adventures or events that have occurred since we last spoke!"

"Earl Solomon, it is good to see you again my Friend. I would love to join you, to be able to see the work you have put into this fine place would be an honour. I must apologies for my outfit, I have not had time to return home however I have sent word for my attendant to bring my outfit for the ball and he should arrive this evening."

Emyhr held out a hand in greeting, the two firmly shaking. Having their last meeting been their swordsmanship match, the atmosphere had a more refined feel with the preparations for the ball completed.

"It has been some time since our last meeting, matters have kept me busy and well traveled I must say. Just yesterday I stumbled upon the meeting organised the Priest Turin Eriksson, I accompanied Sir Donald as curiosity got the better of me. Now that the influx of beast is calming down, it gives me a chance to commit to these social occasions to which I am glad to be able to attend."

Emyhr looked over to the direction that the lady had headed towards before his eye caught a glimpse of the view created by the keeps placement.

"It seem I am not the first to arrive, I had not met Dame Veronica since she arrived however she has made quite a name for herself, I am sure she has some interesting tales to tell. I am impressed at your design capabilities, should I need an architect in the near future I know who to ask it seems. The keep is remarkable, a veritable impregnable fortress while keeping to the beauty of the area. Once the other nobles arrive for the ball I am sure this place will create a wondrous atmopshere."

Emyhr stopped for a second, now coming towards the entrance into the main building, he turned around to catch a glimpse of the entire courtyard.

"I must admit I am quite excited for this ball, never before have I attended such formal event. I even looked up a dance teacher during my visit to Askileon to prepare myself. Like you said, this will be a gathering of the finest men and women of the realm, it would be a disaster should I have not prepared. Enough about me though, how fares yourself? We are on the verge of great changes this season, as Earls ourselves we must be at the forefront of these changes to maintain our lands."

Veronica Gardarr

Solomon walked and talked to Lady Gardarr for maybe a minute before excusing himself.

Veronica tilted her head and glanced at the earl as he walked with her.

"Earl Greybrook, I thank you for the welcome, and i would like it if we spoke some more later, it has been a long trip and I believe I will retire for the day."

Veronica noticed the Earls attention waver to a man riding towards the stable's. She felt a little bit irritated with that, but she smiled none the less as he left her to attend to the new arrival.

Following the guard she decided on one of the guest houses on the left.

Captain Mikael made arrangements for her baggage to be taken to her room and her guards stationed themselves in the common room. Once in the room she dropped onto the bed and pulled a thick duvet over her, it was quite chilly still.

Spring Night -- Poryatu

Myr Arnickles Renodin

"Why of course!" - Alya regained some of her composure as she courtsied and introduced herself, looking countess in the eyes from beneath slightly inclined head - "My name is Alya. Alya Renodin."

Tyra Andrasta Bluelake

"Ah!" Tyra gasped, looking at her with redoubled attention. "Now his letter makes more sense... How are you related to- Never mind. I have a thousand questions. Let's get through them over dinner?"

With a little more thoughtfulness, the countess added: "We can do one question each, this way you can also ask about me... But first... Do you know Sir Myr sent you to be under my care? Indefinitely?"

12th August

Spring Day -- Poryatu

Alessio de Medici

The Medici estate of Giask had long been quiet, the family hard at work to conjure ideas of means to make the family more wealthy. Amidst the quiet ponder, came a voice.

"Messere, come swiftly, it is Madonna," called Raskolnikov, barging into the suite of Alessio. "The child is coming!" and so the good sir followed his loyal ally into the lounge where his dear wife, Andrea, was assisted by his mother, guiding her through the birth. The world stood still for Alessio - just some months ago, he was far from the higher echelons of society, labouring with the rest of the family. His triplets were birthed under such, but the new child would truly symbolise the birth of the new era. Through much struggle, the child was indeed born.

Michelangelo, named after his great grandfather, one of the finest Medicis in all of history. He had once said to Alessio that for the good of the family, we must learn to live beyond our lifespan. Alessio was still not yet sure what he had meant - to create a legacy for the House of Medici, or through making new heirs.

Such was worthy to still be pondered upon.

Spring Evening -- Poryatu

Myr Arnickles Renodin

"Of course m'Lady. I was supposed to stay under your care. Teak-sprou... I mean - Myr hoped you would agree." - Alya looked from her hostess to the warrior beside her - "I have to ask, can Waldred stay as well? He's entirely hopeless without my care. Wouldn't know up from down when left to his own devices."

The day went on and food was served. The two ladies talked through all the courses of dinner that took longer than any proper dinner should. When sun started to set Alya was shown to her quarters - she found them quite accomodating, being used to lofty yet rough chambers of Midway House and military spaces of Heir's Gate. The smell of roasted sand carried by the wind from the great Palm Sea was oddly familiar, yet everything else was delightfully fresh and new in Grodno. Life in south beared promisses of being good. She slept with a smile that night.

Goriad Gabanus

The sun was setting and Goriad and his men set up camp for the night. The scouts would alternate in watch duties as Goriad himself finally sat down and wrote in his journal:

The sea route between Askileon and Maeotis was longer than expected and took us nearly five days, but the landing in Maeotis itself went smoothly. To my surprise there were several villages along the cost with improvised defenses to fend off the hordes. All in all the region seemed to be highly visited and according to the merchants with whom we sailed several thousand people still lived in the area. Some in the villages, others nomadic within the area, facing off smaller monster incursions and moving away from the hordes.

If the people can indeed stay ahead of the beasts and move away from their path, it seems that the beasts are not concerned with the slaugther and destruction of all mankind, or there remain few beasts within the area. Only a smaller group of 30 beasts seem to packly travel here now, so they can be avoided. I wonder if these people here know something we do not.

Rettlewood likewise has people living in the forests, although as densely as they are I am not surprised. My mother would not let us play in the forest much as she deemed it dangerous, but these days it is perhaps more safe than the city itself. At least here people can hide in the trees and we have been welcomed in one of the houses about 8 meters above the ground. It is impressive to see, although even here spikes ornate the building, pointing downwards as some beasts in the early days were known to attempt to climb the trees. Now, defended by the spikes and armed with spears and bows the people seem to live relatively safe, although for the night I will have my scouts keep watch.

Kelindun Orobar

It had been an other day in the field for Kelindun and his men. His unit was getting used to this, even more, they were starting to enjoy it. Experience learned them the best ways to battle the beasts. Fighting them evolved into something that could be described as a sport, or a form of art. Men were taking bets, who could kill the most, who could get the best killshot, and so on. Kelindun let them. He knew most of them would eventually get killed themselves. Still, he was proud. These men defended their families with their lives. They were making a name for themselves. These monsters started to fear them. Whenever they spotted the unit's flag, they would sh*t their pants. That is if they wore them, they actually defecated where they stood, right on the streets.

There existed an other kind of men though. Those who gathered in their nice palaces, gave feasts to celebrate things others achieved in their name. He could not respect such men, getting fat and drunk while there were still many dangers lurking. This morning he received an invitation for such an event. He would never attend, not unless it was a direct order. No, he chose to be here, amongst his men. He had witnessed too many horrors. He would never again be able to enjoy a glass of wine by the fire, when women and children were in danger.

Kelindun knew there were others like him. This evening they spotted the Giaskian Swampers under command of Sholan, a unit unmatched in power and bravery. He once heard a story about them. An undead horde came across these warriors, but scared as they were instead of fighting, they apologised and got back in their graves. Just like that. It felt good to know he was not alone. There would always be real men to deal with real threats.

Thinking about his next moves, Kelindun sat besides his campfire. Perhaps new orders would come soon. Until then, they would keep hunting every unnatural being roaming Luria. But first, he would enjoy the carrier pigeon roasting above his fire. Kelindun believed everything should be useful at least once in its life. The time had come for this bird. The animal sure would taste excellent, it was as well fed as its master probably was.

Tyra Andrasta Bluelake

Word of the ball had reached her young ward's ears and now Tyra was basically forced to go. Duncan had jumped at the opportunity, he had been looking forward to pushing her into a more social occasion, and Alya was the perfect excuse at the perfect timing.

They would go, both. Tyra was in despair. She was enjoying the teenager's company, much like a little sister, and her curiosity for whatever the countess was practicing and training on was absolutely endless. Yet, she had also heard tales of knights of Luria and wanted to see them all with her own eyes.

So now Duncan had them both measured and fitted for dresses, dresses!!! She felt like ripping it apart when she tried it on, so obstrusive of her movements as it was. The man had relented and allowed the designer to introduce some modifications so it would be slightly more... practical. No chainmail was allowed, though she would wear some light leather underneath, suspiciously similar to a corset.

Alya took it all in a much easier fashion, excitement for the novelty was great, and everything was perfect. Tyra sometimes got wrapped up in the teens plans and hopes, and started looking forward to it herself. She knew she'd be a long time apart from most of the people she'd meet there, and was looking forward to seeing Leif, Matthew, maybe Nicholas again... Perhaps meeting Albanus and the Panetier. For a moment she wondered if William would be there with the Bluelake kid. She should probably check on him eventually.

Miss Warrior conceded it wasn't all bad.

13th August

Spring Day -- Poryatu

Solomon Greybrook

Catching up with Earl Emyhr - Sea Cliff Keep Ball, Dantooine

"Earl Solomon, it is good to see you again my Friend. I would love to join you, to be able to see the work you have put into this fine place would be an honour. I must apologies for my outfit, I have not had time to return home however I have sent word for my attendant to bring my outfit for the ball and he should arrive this evening."

"It is alright my friend. After all, you have time!" After greeting each-other, Solomon gestured to walk around the estate with him. There was not much doubt about where they would end up that evening...

"It has been some time since our last meeting, matters have kept me busy and well traveled I must say. Just yesterday I stumbled upon the meeting organised the Priest Turin Eriksson, I accompanied Sir Donald as curiosity got the better of me. Now that the influx of beast is calming down, it gives me a chance to commit to these social occasions to which I am glad to be able to attend."

"Priest Turin Eriksson? Unfortunately, that is a name that I have not personally heard of. However, regarding matters of religion, there is a possibility that Sir Tohrm Elrath, my own vassal, should be attending the Ball on Monday. Have you met the man? He is quite a intriguing character - as well as his ideas. He has rather audaciously built a monastery within Dantooine without my prior approval. Nevertheless, we came to a agreement as well as discussing some of the concept that the Celestial Scales offers. Perhaps if you have time before the ball, I would recommend either visiting him or catching his eye during the event."

"It seem I am not the first to arrive, I had not met Dame Veronica since she arrived however she has made quite a name for herself, I am sure she has some interesting tales to tell."

"I have only briefly met the Dame. While I have not heard as much about her, I belief I owe her some gracious hosting now. I was perhaps rather rude leaving her to her accommodation - especially how far she has traveled to arrive in Dantooine. Regardless, I hope she is one of many. With the matters of state to be concerned, I would not be surprised to see that many nobles will arrive on the night!"

That thought saw them turn around the corner and get a good view of the Keep and Watchtower from it's side.

"I am impressed at your design capabilities, should I need an architect in the near future I know who to ask it seems. The keep is remarkable, a veritable impregnable fortress while keeping to the beauty of the area. Once the other nobles arrive for the ball I am sure this place will create a wondrous atmosphere."

Solomon smiled at this concept:

"Unfortunately, I did not personally design the Keep - I would have to give that responsibility and gratitude to my Uncle Carlos. As a younger brother of my father, he turned to more academic aspects of study - which has seen him create such a building. I am sure he can lend a good friend to the family some assistance. Do you have such a project planned for Nid Tek?"

"I must admit I am quite excited for this ball, never before have I attended such formal event. I even looked up a dance teacher during my visit to Askileon to prepare myself. Like you said, this will be a gathering of the finest men and women of the realm, it would be a disaster should I have not prepared. Enough about me though, how fares yourself? We are on the verge of great changes this season, as Earls ourselves we must be at the forefront of these changes to maintain our lands."

"I can quite agree with you their Emyhr. I have not had such a formal event since I took the Grand Harbour estate in Giask on my 18th birthday! My intention is that is their is a lady that would want to dance with someone like me - then I hope not to make a fool of myself. Otherwise, as host, I almost get away with overseeing the event. With the coming of the new season hopefully will see the coming of more prosperous times. I would imagine that with the political developments on the horizon, many a noble at the ball with be pre-occupied by such events. For me, I have been busy with the Imperial Marshal regarding plans for the north. As you have witnessed personally, we did attempt to start bringing Lupa Lapu back to the Imperial fold. Luckily, it seems that the rogues that troubled us there have gone back to the Divides."

Finally arriving at the rear of the Keep, Solomon gestured to the servant standing by the rear entrance-way into the Keep, holding two glasses.

"Would you like a drink?"

Let the Ball commence! Sea Cliff Ball, Dantooine

As Solomon rose from his slumber, he looked outside his window and grew confident. Today was the day.

As he descended down the stairs, all hands were on deck as everything was prepared for the days events. The lower aristocracy of Dantooine were already arriving post breakfast and intermingling with themselves and some of the activities that were prepared. Some were peacefully sitting down in the upper area in the main hall, listening to the musical notes of local bards on their flutes, young noble couples getting some last minute rehearsals in before the great show this evening or even some of the nobles whom went about their usual training - through archery or sword-fighting by the barracks.

Regardless, Solomon had ensured that there was plenty to do, if one only went to seize it.

Officially, the Ball would start perhaps a few hours before sunset - when he himself would be getting changed into his formal suit. However, the vibe was already in the air. More and more guests were arriving as the morning trod on.

Solomon patrolled the estate, ensuring that all was well - keeping a eye out for any higher nobles of Lurian society from arriving.

Solomon Greybrook

The Ball Begins: Sea Cliff Keep Ball, Dantooine

As the Sun began to set, Solomon was dressed by his servants and household. Wearing the formal and proper attire for someone of his station, he awaited on a chair near in the ballroom. With a look, one of the bards began to play a soft tune on his instrument as the hall grew with sound.

With minor nobles of Dantooine began to declare themselves and intermingle with each-other, Solomon was pleased but anxious.

The Ball had begun.

Emyhr le Craint

The Evening

"Priest Turin Eriksson? Unfortunately, that is a name that I have not personally heard of. However, regarding matters of religion, there is a possibility that Sir Tohrm Elrath, my own vassal, should be attending the Ball on Monday. Have you met the man? He is quite a intriguing character - as well as his ideas.

"I have exchanged words with the man, I wished to discuss matters of faith with him whether that is during or after the ball I do not mind, maybe I will pay a visit to this monastery."

Emyhr rested his hand against his hip, wiping away a leaf that had seemed to have fallen from a nearby tree and landed on the man.

"Sir Tohrm Elrath is a fine man, and when he announced his conversion to the faith it piqued my interest."

"I am sure he can lend a good friend to the family some assistance. Do you have such a project planned for Nid Tek?"

"As of now, no such plans exist. My foundation at the moment is to repair the damage that was done during the second wave, working with the farms and food production to see that return to normal operation. So far, it is progressing well. Hopefully I will be able to begin plans, while I wish not to change too much of the hard work that was done by our Imperial Majesty during his lordship here, but I do wish to do some work myself."

"I would love a drink." Taking a drink from the hand of the servant, Emyhr held his drink up for a toast. "Let us toast to the success of the ball this coming day."

The Day of the Ball

Emyhr was now prepared for the ball, of which he was excited to attend. Emyhr had replaced his previous attire with a dark grey doublet with silver buttons and inlay. He had accompanied this with similar leggings and black knee high boots. This was different to what Emyhr was used to and as such had ordered his current attire to be made during his last visit to Askileon. He could hear the arrival of many of the guests, some of which he had not met with in far too long, Emyhr was excited to join the festivities.

Stepping out of the guest lodging that had been provided for him, Emyhr stepped out into the afternoon sun and began strolling around the courtyard. Preparations had been complete the previous day and now the low lying sun gave the candles that were being set up a wondrous look. The glow of the sun just breaching over the walls of the keep, leaving the courtyard itself in a area of quaint darkness. Emyhr looked around at those who had arrived or were arriving, keeping an eye out for familiar faces, no doubt Earl Solomon was busy greeting and completing final preparations.

Emyhr stopped for a second, brushing down his doublet and adjusting its position before continuing further into the courtyard enjoying the feeling of the crisp spring air.

Donald Augustus Allan

With little ceremony Lord Emyhr disappeared as hastily as he appeared, his armour clinking softly as he departed leaving Donald the most unusual company that was Turin Erickson. There was however plenty of wine and food, and as the Priest talked he began to eat and drink; sampling all that was available.

"Ladies and gentlemen, honored guests, may the Blood Stars shine on this occasion. We come to speak of and celebrate the divine, matters of faith and the deepest philosophy. I have come to know Luria Nova well and there is something quite marvelous about this realm. Nowhere else can such a vast number of nobles be found living in one place and as one people. And also I much admire your principles of meritocracy. For this reason I am sad to see the majority of the realm's nobles do not belong to a proper organized religion. I believe however that it is meritocracy which can remedy this, and I hope to show the people here that worship of the Blood Stars is the most meritorious of religious practices. So as we wait for the first course I open the floor to questions, statements of faith or points of discussion,"

Despite the old man’s unusual appearance he certainly was charismatic, it could not be denied. Lots of emotive, strong language in play.

But the man’s motives weren’t exactly clear and Donald didn’t think he was doing this out of the kindness of his heart. He caught Turin’s attention:

“You’re Eminence, may I get straight to it” he said “His Imperial Majesty Emperor Aldrakar invited you here to preach did he not? What exactly did he believe would come from this? And now that he is since gone what do you intend to do now?”

He scratched his chin for a moment before regarding the red robed man once more before saying, “Well, Your Eminence what I mean to say is, what exactly do you want for the Empire?”

14th August

Spring Evening -- Poryatu

Tyra Andrasta Bluelake

They were late, but Tyra was slightly relieved. It meant less time in the actual ball... especially now that she heard the Bluelake family would attend from Poryatu. Alya kept chatting to her in their carriage, and the countess replied in monosyllables. Go slower, go slower...

Tyra Andrasta Bluelake

They had finally arrived, not as late as Tyra had hoped, and had been quickly shown a guest house to the left of the keep. Duncan was absolutely elated. He took every single opportunity to push Tyra's promise to work on becoming Lady-like, but even this he couldn't have foreseen. When the handmaidens finished their tasks and both teenagers were ready and dressed, the old tutor was called in and almost cried from the wave of emotion he felt. It had been over 12 years since he had last seen her in a dress, just a little girl.

Alya wore purple, her light blond hair contrasting nicely. From the top of her nearly fifteen years, she felt like a woman. Tyra, instead of the usual Bluelake blue trimmed with silver, wore a rich graffiti gray, with golden details on the torso and trims. Her pale blue eyes were alternately amused and annoyed, but she knew she looked fine. Just not really like herself... Except for the white agate rose on her hair. That was now part of who she was.

They finally headed to the main hall, Alya suddenly silent, Tyra nervous about meeting Bluelakes. She knew at least Zhou Tai, Alice and the twins had come... She hoped William would be there with Drake. As they entered the large space, full of nobility high and low, some eating, some dancing, Tyra grabbed Alya's hand so they wouldn't be separated, and started looking for familiar faces.

15th August

Spring Day -- Poryatu

Emyhr le Craint

The Ball

As the evening sun descended over the horizon, the ball got into full swing. Emyhr stood at a nearby table with a drink in hand, talking with some local minor nobility that had come from Nid Tek, many of whom seemed to be trying to curry favor from the young earl. In the centre of the gathering, the dancing was underway. Emyhr couldnt help but find himself distracted by the swaying of the couples in time with the music.

Emyhr was aware that Dame Veronica Gardarr would be among the crowd but he could not spot her, maybe she was busy, hopefully Emyhr would be able to meet the young woman and introduce himself. After a short while, Emyhr recognized one of the nobles that had entered the hall, this was someone he had not seen in a very long time and even then only a passing conversation, however as one of few people that were present, she stood out from the crowd.

More importantly, this was someone whom he had never been seen in a dress since he came to the forefront. Emyhr noticed that she was joined by a small girl and could feel a sense of unease coming from the both of them. Calling over to one of the staff that was present, he asked for a couple of glasses of wine. Once this had been brought to him, he took the glasses and headed toward the Young Countess.

"Countess Tyra Andrasta Bluelake, I am glad to see a familiar faced within the nobles attending this ball. I realize we have not met for quite some time, allow me to introduce myself once again. I am Earl Emyhr Le Craint of Nid Tek. We have shared the battlefield quite a few times, however this is the first time I have seen you in a wonderful outfit, you look remarkable. I took the liberty of getting some drinks, I noticed that you might be feeling quite uneasy."

With this, Emyhr held out the glass that he was carrying.

Spring Evening -- Poryatu

Solomon Greybrook

The Ball, Sea Cliff Keep Ball - Dantooine.

As Solomon watched on, he saw that more and more nobles had begun to arrive. Many nobles had slowly ventured across the lower and upper floors. While making the customary hellos and welcomes, Solomon had not had a chance to talk to any Lurian nobles this night. In the grand scheme of things, Solomon should of made a greater effort to find a partner for the festivities - he was surprised that his Uncle Carlos had not tried anything. While there were many lower aristocracy family's whom would be interested, either they were too scared of the embarrassment of being turned down or they knew that the Earl was regularly on military duty.

Was a shame really - he would have to keep a eye out for a potential partner, whether for a dance or something more serious. He did enjoy dancing despite his military background. The family in Giask would never forgive him otherwise. With this in mind, Sir Emyhr conversations in the Keep's wine cellar began to flood back...

After purging the memory out of his head, Solomon began to weave in and out of the gathering crowd to find the Earl of Nid Tek. Spotting the Earl near the entrance of the room, Solomon began to walk over to them. Has he got closer, he also saw the Countess of Grodno, with her blonde hair sticking out in particular in the crowd. Without attempting to interrupt the conversation abruptly, Solomon came to the side of Sir Emyhr and awaited a chance to introduce himself. When the time came, Solomon came into Emyhr's field of vision, which followed with a handshake and acknowledgement. Without haste, Solomon turned his attention to the two ladies standing in front of him and gave a courteous bow:

"Good evening Countess of Grodno and to your family! I am glad that you have traveled so far north to Dantooine and my home. My name is Earl Greybrook of Dantooine, but please call me Solomon. How are you finding the ball? I am expecting more nobles as the night begins to come alight with more entertainment and merry. I am glad that so many are predicted to attend. It is the perfect opportunity for those whom see more of their fair share of military campaigning, north or south. Countess, have you visited Giask recently? I haven't returned to my ancestral home in a couple of months and I do not know it's state."

In an attempt to include all four members of their small group involved, Solomon then turned to the member of the group that he did not know:

"I would like to say that your dress is very stark and empowering - it provides a beautiful contrast to whatever surrounds you. Purple is not a colour that one does not see too often. You wear it really well. It is the best dress I have seen this night."

With a slight bow, Solomon turned his attention back to his fellow nobles as he awaited their reply.

Alessio de Medici

The Medici chariot pulls up outside Sea Cliff Keep, as Alessio, followed by his darling wife Andrea, walk to the doorman. After showing the appropriate paperwork, extra eager to show off the crest of the House of Medici, before walking into the ball.

The couple stood hand-in-hand, dressed in Bordeaux; Alessio wearing a laced doublet with wide and billowy sleeves, and an open neck, full with ruffles. The trousers were roomy and loose, certainly looking puffy. Lastly, his dark brown boots came up to his knees. Andrea wore a much more simple gown, though it was still appropriately frilly. The two stood together in idle chatter, unsure of who else stood around the hall.

To their surprise, a herald called out into the hall: "May I present the Messer and Madonna de Medici!"

Luarin Bowker

The day has come. The day to separate North and South.

Walking slowly but steady, Luarin turn to King's Cador Castle to celebrate the creation of Luria Ferrata.

Tyra Andrasta Bluelake

"Countess Tyra Andrasta Bluelake, I am glad to see a familiar faced within the nobles attending this ball. I realize we have not met for quite some time, allow me to introduce myself once again. I am Earl Emyhr Le Craint of Nid Tek. We have shared the battlefield quite a few times, however this is the first time I have seen you in a wonderful outfit, you look remarkable. I took the liberty of getting some drinks, I noticed that you might be feeling quite uneasy."

With this, Emyhr held out the glass that he was carrying.

Tyra was so relieved to see a familiar face from the battlefield, she took the wine without thinking and grinned at him. "Hello, Sir - I mean - Earl Emyhr, I have to say you are right, I'm completely out of my element here... Let me introduce you to my ward, she was a gift from your very own Sir Myr... This is Dame Alya-"

The fourteen year old didn't let her finish, taking an excited step ahead and remembering at the last second to offer the Earl her hand.

"Lord Emyhr, I've heard so much about you from my- from Sir Myr! Milord really is everything he said you are!" she blushed pink "All good things, of course!" she added quickly "But I didn't think you were old enough to have gray hair, milord... Why are you laughing, Lady Tyra?!"

Just then, Solomon came into Emyhr's field of vision, which followed with a handshake and acknowledgement. Without haste, Solomon turned his attention to the two ladies standing in front of him and gave a courteous bow:

"Good evening Countess of Grodno and to your family! I am glad that you have traveled so far north to Dantooine and my home. My name is Earl Greybrook of Dantooine, but please call me Solomon. How are you finding the ball? I am expecting more nobles as the night begins to come alight with more entertainment and merry. I am glad that so many are predicted to attend. It is the perfect opportunity for those whom see more of their fair share of military campaigning, north or south. Countess, have you visited Giask recently? I haven't returned to my ancestral home in a couple of months and I do not know it's state."

Tyra bowed back, suddenly realizing she didn't remember how to curtsy, and replied still smiling from Alya's previous comment.

"Of course, Marshal Solomon, I've just arrived from Grodno through Giask... The city is in a poor state, with people at half rations. Unrest is always at the next corner, but, well, until we secure more food producing regions for the south... It'll have to do."

In an attempt to include all four members of their small group involved, Solomon then turned to the member of the group that he did not know:

"I would like to say that your dress is very stark and empowering - it provides a beautiful contrast to whatever surrounds you. Purple is not a colour that one does not see too often. You wear it really well. It is the best dress I have seen this night."

With a slight bow, Solomon turned his attention back to his fellow nobles as he awaited their reply.

The compliment helped the teen recover from her embarrassment, and she made a beautiful curtsy, offering a thankful look. "Thank you, milord, Earl Greybrook. I picked the colour myself, because otherwise, the colours of my family... don't really fit an occasion like this."

Tyra intervened: "Oh, yes, Marshal Solomon, if I may, please, this is a ward of my House, Dame Alya-"

To their surprise, a herald called out into the hall: "May I present the Messer and Madonna de Medici!"

16th August

Spring Day -- Poryatu

Veronica Gardarr

Luria Nova

Dantooine Ball

Veronica was late, without an attendant she had a hell of a time to get into her dress; she would make a note to in future always make sure one of her attendants would accompany her.

Finally done she ascended the stairs of the accommodations made available to her. Her Captain of the guard was waiting for her in his dress uniform and would escort her to the keep ballroom; he was flanked by her two personal guards.

Approaching him Veronica smiled “You look dashing tonight Captain” Mikael bowed his head “Milady, might I say your dress is most complementing”

Veronica twirled as she responded, “Oh it is beautiful isn’t it”, after the twirl she hooked her arm in his and said “Well lead the way”

He nodded as they set off towards the Ball

It was a cool night as they made their way towards the ballroom. Merriment, laughter and wine flowed in the courtyard leading to the keep. Veronica was elated to finally have some fun and not be stuck in a dirty war camp, she shuddered at that thought.

Veronica was so engrossed with the merriment she didn’t notice the couple ahead of them entering the ball room until they were announced.

"May I present the Messer and Madonna de Medici!"

Veronica’s head snapped back as she heard de Medici, the last time she saw him was at the Emperors court, thinking back to that day riled her up even more. Her eyes followed him as he descended the stairs into the ballroom. She did receive a letter from him not soon after which softened his actions towards her, but she was still irked.

Mikael approached the herald and whispering to him he stepped back and took her arm.

The Herald stepped forward “May I announce the Lady Veronica Gardarr of Askileon”

Veronica made her way down the stairs. She had decided to wear the dress she had made for the kings ball, a sapphire blue gown, with black lace trim, her red hair was cascading down the front of the dress and she was wearing the necklace the King had given her.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs Mikael withdrew his arm and bowed to her slightly before stepping away. Veronica stepped into the ball room proper.



Emyhr le Craint

The fourteen year old didn't let her finish, taking an excited step ahead and remembering at the last second to offer the Earl her hand.

"Lord Emyhr, I've heard so much about you from my- from Sir Myr! Milord really is everything he said you are!" she blushed pink "All good things, of course!" she added quickly "But I didn't think you were old enough to have gray hair, milord... Why are you laughing, Lady Tyra?!"

Emyhr laughed at the comment from the young woman, following up with a smile.

"It seems the stress of a lordship has gotten to me earlier than it should of.." Brushing his hand through his hair, Emyhr smirked at the young woman before him. "My SILVER hair is an identifying trait of my family, other members also have such hair, however I have not seen them in a long time so they may have changed that style. I shall keep this hair for as long as I live."

Emyhr took a sip from his drink, calling over a steward to being a drink for Dame Alya.

"It is good to meet kin of Sir Myr, he is a great man and has supported me in numerous ways. It pleases me to see that you have remained within the hegemony. I am sure you will learn a lot under Lady Tyra, I wonder if it is your assistance that Lady Tyra has worm a dress for the festivities tonight."

Emyhr followed this up with another hearty laugh, winked at the young woman and turned back to Lady Tyra. However, she was busy with Earl Solomon who had joined the group that was forming. Busy with conversation, Emyhr just listened, handing the drink to Dame Alya once the steward had returned.

Emyhr felt that the unease he had faced upon arrival within the hall was washing away. The festivities of the night was in full swing and the joy filled atmosphere was soothing to his heart. Out of the corner of his eve, he caught sight of the arriving guests.

"May I present the Messer and Madonna de Medici!"

"May I announce the Lady Veronica Gardarr of Askileon”

Coming from the entry into the grand hall, Emyhr noticed Sir Alessio de Medici walking hand in hand with his wife who had recently given birth to their new child. Followed shortly the figure Emyhr caught a glimpse off upon his arrival, her saphire blue gown sparkling in the candle light of the hall. Many heads had also turned to watch the young noble enter the building.

Solomon Greybrook

Nobles arriving. Sea Cliff Keep Ball, Dantooine.

Tyra bowed back, suddenly realizing she didn't remember how to curtsy, and replied still smiling from Alya's previous comment.

"Of course, Marshal Solomon, I've just arrived from Grodno through Giask... The city is in a poor state, with people at half rations. Unrest is always at the next corner, but, well, until we secure more food producing regions for the south... It'll have to do."

The Countess brought a smirk to Solomon's face. It was evident that there was a nervous excitement in the air. There had not been a chance for a very long time for nobles to express themselves in a way that did not involve the military or politics.

The compliment helped the teen recover from her embarrassment, and she made a beautiful curtsy, offering a thankful look. "Thank you, milord, Earl Greybrook. I picked the colour myself, because otherwise, the colours of my family... don't really fit an occasion like this."

Tyra intervened: "Oh, yes, Marshal Solomon, if I may, please, this is a ward of my House, Dame Alya."

Now with knowledge of her name, Solomon felt more at ease as he responded:

"Dame Alya, it is a pleasure for you to be attending. Tell me, if you don't mind indulging me, what does the future hold for a promising beautiful lady such as yourself? Do you aim to get involved in politics? Do you have the same passion for defending Luria as the fellow nobles that you stand with? Or, arguably the better option, to stay out of it all and enjoy what the world has to offer us?"

This ended up with Solomon relaxing more so. Being able to talk causally with other nobles was a much needed relief - as well as making the casual joke.

Turning back to Lady Tyra, while the young ward thought of a responce:

"I think that is enough of the compulsory political conversation between us. What are your plans tonight? Is this a mainly formal occasion? Seeing family? Or perhaps taking the opportunity to dance and listen to the best bards I could find in Earth Hall and Giask?"

While Solomon did not want to boast, it did take a lot of time to find the bards whom could multitask as well as those whom are playing now. The lead bard, whose name alluded Solomon, held a terrific, almost angelic voice that could change the tone and atmosphere within her own whim. She was also a adept violinist as well, which complemented the background music that was to be played until the Ball went into full swing.

Engaging with all three companions of their little group, Solomon finally turned to his friend.

"Emyhr. My friend. How have you recovered from a few days ago? I know that we started behind the keep and got involved with the wine cellar some how. But, in our travels, I did find a fantastic drink that you must try. Perhaps you would accompany me to open it perhaps a bit later. I would also want your opinion on something I have been..."

Solomon didn't finish his sentence as the heralds announced Messer and Madonna de Medici as well as Lady Veronica Gardarr. Making a mental note to engage with both sets of nobles, he opened up the small group of nobles he was part of to allow space for them to join the conversation as they awaited for them to notice the group.

Emyhr le Craint

"Emyhr. My friend. How have you recovered from a few days ago? I know that we started behind the keep and got involved with the wine cellar some how. But, in our travels, I did find a fantastic drink that you must try. Perhaps you would accompany me to open it perhaps a bit later. I would also want your opinion on something I have been..."

As Earl Solomon finished his conversation with Lady Tyra, he turned back to Emyhr. However, before he could finish his sentence, the heralds called out the arrival of the others.

"I havent had the opportunity to relax as we did the other day, luckily it seems I have recovered from that. You have a fine choice in wine and any opportunity to drink more is greatly appreciated. It seems you got cut off, but I would be happy to accompany you later. For now, it seems there are more guests that you must greet, come find me once you are given time to yourself. I am sure I will be mixing with some of the nobility around here before I introduce myself to the guests that have just arrived."

Emyhr finished his drink, waved to a servant that was walking around carrying a tray of drink, he continued onto his second, enjoying the conversation.

William Fitz Roberts

William’s Arrival

William and his entourage had at last arrived at the site of the Ball. As well as his wife and his daughters, he had also brought his brother, his brother’s wife and their children, as well as Drake. He hoped that Tyra would want to meet the boy, though he also enjoyed having him in his household and hoped she would allow him to stay. He had also brought his usual retainers, who slowly peeled off as they entered the Ball, disappearing into the crowd. Those who did not know William would think that such a large force was strange, but those who knew him would not even bat an eyelid. He was wearing his usual black doublet trimmed in gold, Anne wearing a dress to match. The family might still be in mourning, but their reputation as patrons of art and fashion must be maintained. The twins had chosen not to wear dresses, but the militaristic attire of a squire. This had pleased William, his daughters had chosen to honour the family tradition of military rather than courtly service. In contrast, his niece had chosen to wear a pink dress of satin. She had been so excited for the Ball that she had talked of nothing else for a week, driving her father close to insanity with her constant chatter. Each one of the family wore ceremonial weapons, which William noticed drew the disapproving attention of many of the minor nobility present. He cared not; the schiavona was as much a part of a Fitz Roberts’ wardrobe as boots and they would honour family tradition by bearing them with pride.

William approached the herald, who looked up in shock at William. William was used to this; few men had seen a man of his size before and most could not believe that he was of noble stock.

‘I am Sir William Fitz Roberts, and this is a small portion of my family’

‘Small..?’ Said the herald, craning his head back to look William in the face. ‘Of course, m’lord’

‘Sir William Fitz Roberts and family’ the herald called out

William spotted the group of nobles gathered around Solomon and made his way over, coming up behind his old friend

‘You throw quite a party, marshal’

Goriad Gabanus

It had been some days since Goriad was last able to write in his journal. The journey in the West is always filled with danger and when they are not travelling they are either hunting, securing a safe place to rest and resting. Now that he had arrived in Twainville, he finally had some time to sit down and write again.

Rettleville The sight of Rettleville was a horrid one. Part of the city has been burned down. My aunt tells me that in the chaos of monsters pouring through the streets torches were used to fend them off as they seemed to dislike fire. Unfortunately it also meant that entire sections of the city caught on fire as the flames spread and none in the city sought to put out the fire, running and fighting for their lives in stead. It is interesting to see how one's properties become of no concern when it is their lives which is at stake. When going through the rubble of the city many treasures could still be found and I've brought them into the family's mansion. The building stood rather isolated within the city walls and thus remained, although aunt has been unable to tend to the entire mansion by herself after Uncle's death. She guards our lands now with a few remaining peasants and as far as I could tell, they were the only ones remaining in the city. It was entirely abandoned.

Nark and Twainwood The regions of Nark and Twainwood seem to be rather similar to Rettlewood. There remain thousands of people in the area living mostly in the trees. Entire villages are erected and even their young are trained with the bow to harrass the beasts from above and to hold any beast attempting to climb up. I saw similar spikes and methods from Rettlewood used within these parts of the forest which lead me to believe that there is some communication between the different clans of treepeople within the entire South Forest Area. Still, from what I can gather there is no unified governing structure and the different clans seem to live in relative independence. Some minor skirmishes are fought between the clans, but they seem mostly concened with the threats of monsters and undead below. I have yet to inform that of my heritage as I fear it may invoke a fear response for their position and autonomy and we instead claim to be a small band of nomadic hunters, aiming for beasts. We have each ornamated our cloacks with monster teeth to demonstrate the fact. There have been no questions so far, which again lead me to believe that there may be roaming hunting groups of men in the area as well.

Twainville To my sadness Twainville seems to be in an similar state as Rettleville. The city is likewise burned down in several areas and completely abandoned of any life, save some small animal life which have nested themselves within the city. There is little to any food within the entire area, which makes it understandably deserted. With the monster invasion it seems that the survivors in this area have all fled to the safety of the forest, which also holds the largest source of food in the region. It is interesting to note however as well that most of the monsters and beasts which are killed are consumed like any other creature and their claws and teeth fashioned into weapons and their hides worn for clothes.

I wonder what I'll find once I move away from the forest and the coast.

Spring Evening -- Poryatu

Alessio de Medici

Reaching the bottom of the stairs Mikael withdrew his arm and bowed to her slightly before stepping away. Veronica stepped into the ball room proper.

Scrying the newcomer, Alessio strides towards Veronica, wearing a smile.

"Hello there," he says, offering a gentle head bow. "It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Alessio de Medici, and this is my gorgeous wife, Andrea. She finds your dress beautiful. What might your name be?"

17th August

Spring Day -- Poryatu

Tohrm Elrath

Sporting his usual soft leather doublet, Tohrm strode right past the merry guard of Sea Cliff, who no doubt had some liberties regarding the ball taking place.

Long had he been cooped up in the now fully renovated monastery of his faith, spending much time amongst books and the common folk alike. Gold in vast quantities had seen Tohrms vision of a new order in the realm come true, but it was time which surely let it flourish.

Upon entering the great hall, seeing all in full swing, he resigned to procuring a large glass of wine and took a seat to one side. Today was not a day to worry oneself with the labours of duty, but there was an inkling in his mind that his presence would stir some sort of purpose among those present. Whether for politics, faith or merrymaking, it seemed Tohrm had little preference.

So he sipped his wine steadily, and observed the bustle of the festivities.

Veronica Gardarr

Dantooine Ball

Veronica came to a stop as she noticed Knight de Medici approach her. This was the first time she had the chance to really take him in, previously she had only glanced him from a distance at court.

He was accompanied by who she assumed was his wife, Veronica felt a blush as she remembered sending him a letter once stating that courting her would take more than just words, only to realize after the fact that he was in fact married.

["Hello there," he says, offering a gentle head bow. "It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Alessio de Medici, and this is my gorgeous wife, Andrea. She finds your dress beautiful. What might your name be?"]

Veronica beamed at the complement, “Milady’ de Medici … Andrea if I may be so bold, I thank you on the complement.” Veronica took a glass of wine from a passing servant. “As for my name Sir Alessio, I believe we have met … in writing so to say.”

“I am Veronica, Veronica Gardarr …”

Veronica was waiting on a response, when she heard the Herald pronounce some new arrivals.

[‘Sir William Fitz Roberts and family’ the herald called out]

“…Fitz Roberts …” she whispered as she turned and looked at the new arrivals.

Mikael had also made a move closer towards Veronica; he was not too far off mingling with the lesser nobility, he came beside Veronica and whispered in her ear, his hand on his sword.

Solomon Greybrook

Nobles arriving (cont.) Sea Cliff Keep Ball, Dantooine.

I havent had the opportunity to relax as we did the other day, luckily it seems I have recovered from that. You have a fine choice in wine and any opportunity to drink more is greatly appreciated. It seems you got cut off, but I would be happy to accompany you later. For now, it seems there are more guests that you must greet, come find me once you are given time to yourself. I am sure I will be mixing with some of the nobility around here before I introduce myself to the guests that have just arrived." - Sir Emyhr

With a small chuckle, Solomon replied:

"Well, just do not drink too much now my friend. The night is still very young. Alas, I have more duties to attend to..."

"You throw quite a party, marshal" - Sir William

There was only one man whom could possess such a build that could cast a shadow upon himself. Having not seen his tutor in a few months of busy campaigning, Sir William's was a welcome sight. Turning around, but opening up the small group to see the Fitz Roberts entourage, Solomon made a small curtsy to Sir William's wife and family before speaking directly to him:

"Sir William. What a welcome appearance. I have not personally seen you ever since your occupation with the University. I can already tell that the Fitz Roberts wardrobe has already caused a stir. You absence was sadly noted and I am glad to see that you have returned to the army once again. Let me introduce you to my Vice-Marshal, Sir Emyhr."

Gesturing to his Vice-Marshal, Solomon briefly had a chance to look around the room, and then continued, talking to both Sir William and his wife:

"How have you fared in the last couple of months? The monster incursions, the political turmoil and the split just around the corner, it has been odd to not have your thoughts expressed in person."

Solomon finally managed to track down a local waiter and caught a glass of wine so that his companions could respond.

Kelindun Orobar

Kelindun was growing grumpier by the minute. A loud, irritated growl escaped his throat with every report he received about an other Noble arriving at the Ball. He was getting so angry, he was not even able to enjoy the little things in life anymore. His morning routine, torturing a captured monster for a few hours, brought him no joy at all. No, he decided to just get it over with and kill the beast.

Back at his command tent, he sat down at his desk and thought to himself: "Who do they actually think they are? Kissing eachothers asses about how great they are. Giving eachother compliments about the things they achieved, when in fact others did in their name. They probably sit there, laughing at us fools still in the field, while stuffing their mouths with the rarest delicacies and getting drunk on heavenly wines. Do they not have an ounce of dignity and honour in their bodies? How can they feast while others die?"

His frustrations were reaching a peak, making him forget about his own honour and dignity. He reached for pen and paper, while giving orders to his servant to go fetch him a certain item. He started writing:

My dearest friends, Lords and Ladies,

I am truly sorry I can not make it to what must be an unbelievable event. So many of the greatest Luria has to offer gathered in one place. People will be talking about it for years to come. It is a true shame I have to occupy myself with such unworthy tasks as getting regions safe from monster invasions and bringing them back under tight control. However, allow me to make up for my absence. With this letter should come a little surprise for you to enjoy. It is a Southern trademark, our lands literally are filled with these.

Yours truly,

Kelindun ordered a servant to bring the letter and the box containing the surprise to Dantooine. Inside the box was the head of the ugliest monster he had ever seen, decapitated two weeks ago. It had been rotting ever since, and was covered in maggots and worms. He imagined the looks on their faces when they would open his gift.

Spring Evening -- Poryatu

Alessio de Medici

The Ball

“I am Veronica, Veronica Gardarr …”

As Veronica was interrupted, Alessio paused waiting for the herald to finish, paying little attention to anything. Andrea, however, had observed Mikael's hand on his sword, perking an eyebrow, before looking over to the herald. Most curious.

After letting the hushed whispers pass, Alessio speaks up once more:

"Ah, so you are the Dame Veronica. It is a pleasure to meet you in the flesh - you truly have been graced. My darling wife wanted to tell you how wonderful she thinks your dress is. Can we ask who made it - we would like to get in touch with the craftsman and-"

Promptly, he is cut off by Andrea. "Sorry for his endless ramblings, my sweet. It drives me mad with him taking ages to get his point across. He wishes to invite you to the opening of the Lurian Herald's main facility in Giask in the coming weeks. If you would like, that is." she smiles, taking her husband's hand. She gives one final look over to Mikael, not saying anything.

18th August

Spring Day -- Poryatu

Veronica Gardarr

Dantooine Ball

[He wishes to invite you to the opening of the Lurian Herald's main facility in Giask in the coming weeks.]

Veronica dismissed the Fitz Roberts entourage from her thoughts and looked at Andrea. "Oh forgive me Andrea, its seems this vintage is a tad too strong for me" turning to Mikael she says "Mikael please be a dear and dispose of this" as she handed him the wine glass.

Mikael nodded as he took the glass from her,"Of course Milady" Veronica smiled at him as he stepped back to mingle with the lesser Nobility, not too close but not too far away if needed. Turning to Andrea, Veronica hooked her arm in hers and prodded her away from where the Fitz Roberts where talking with the other Nobles.

"Oh Giask, I would love to visit the City, is it as marvelous as Askileon. I do hope that the straits from Askileon to Giask will be milder now that Spring has arrived. You know i traveled through the dead of Winter from East Island, it was a nightmare to be on a ship in that weather for weeks. Oh i almost forgot you recently had a baby, how exiting and you kept your figure, you must tell me your secret, not that I intend to be a mother anytime soon, but it is always good to know these things."

Veronica kept talking as she slowly moved to the other side of the ball room, Andrea in hand and Alessio trailing behind them.

Alessio de Medici

Dantooine Ball

Veronica kept talking as she slowly moved to the other side of the ball room, Andrea in hand and Alessio trailing behind them.

"It is far more marvellous. Since I married Alessio, we spent many years together there living with his family. I cannot say I do not miss them, though Shinnen is almost equal in its beauty," she smiles. "Dear, was it not the Eastern Continent where your brother was sent to live with his cousin, the General?" she looks to her husband.

"It was," replied he, "But he has since passed, and now our dear brother is looking for opportunities of his own. He inherited a lion, of all things - can you believe it?" he looks back to Veronica.

"As for my secret," Andrea interrupts, "I had triplets my first time around. One small baby is nothing - well, with a small corset beneath my dress, that is." she rubs her stomach, looking for a buffet or any food.

Spring Evening -- Poryatu

Emyhr le Craint

The Ball

"Sir William. What a welcome appearance. I have not personally seen you ever since your occupation with the University. I can already tell that the Fitz Roberts wardrobe has already caused a stir. You absence was sadly noted and I am glad to see that you have returned to the army once again. Let me introduce you to my Vice-Marshal, Sir Emyhr."

"Sir William, it is an honour to meet with you again. It has been a while since out last missive, maybe even during the time when you marshaled for the IAP. To meet at such an occasion is a nice change of pace to the usual situations we have faced together."

Emyhr took a deep bow out of respect, followed by what seems to be a similar situation, he signals for a servant to bring some drinks for the gathered nobles.

Now within closer view, Emyhr caught a glimpse of who he identified before as Dame Veronica talking to a noble whom Emyhr had not yet met but had exchanged words with. For the time being however, he waited and listened to the conversation between Sir William and Earl Solomon.

Tyra Andrasta Bluelake

At the Ball

Tyra and Alya had been talking with Emyhr and Solomon, then William joined, the teen a little embarrassed but happy to share her plan to be a great swordmaster, the countess happy to just listen to the others' conversation. She had told Solomon she came to the ball mostly for Alya's sake, but she did enjoy the music, and she always liked employing soldiers with a musical penchant to her unit of Thunderborn.

That's when she finally saw William's twins and little Drake next to them. They had been chatting in a group, but now Drake had sighted someone and was introducing them to the twins... Oh. It was the Bluelake twins. Iris and Willa, Drake's older sisters. Tyra moved ever so slightly so that William would cut her off from the Bluelakes view, and was trying to jump into the conversation when a messenger arrived with Sir Kelindum's letter and gift. He delivered the box to Earl Solomon, reading the letter aloud as per his master's instructions.

My dearest friends, Lords and Ladies,

I am truly sorry I can not make it to what must be an unbelievable event. So many of the greatest Luria has to offer gathered in one place. People will be talking about it for years to come. It is a true shame I have to occupy myself with such unworthy tasks as getting regions safe from monster invasions and bringing them back under tight control. However, allow me to make up for my absence. With this letter should come a little surprise for you to enjoy. It is a Southern trademark, our lands literally are filled with these.

Yours truly,

Kelindun Orobar, Knight of Giask

Silence fell among the nobility close enough to hear it. Tyra was holding back laughter, but not all of the nobles took it so lightly...

19th August

Spring Day -- Poryatu

Kelindun Orobar

It happened all the time with these new, young recruits. They got a taste of victory in battle, they got overconfident. They would let their guard down, become reckless. It was a mistake they would not make twice. Dead men do not make mistakes. No, the only thing they made was a good meal for the monsters who killed them.

Kelindun was on his way back to Giask, hoping to find new recruits there. With him rode a few of his oldest friends, death, pain and guilt. He could not remember the time when they were not by his side. Today, as so many days before, he could clearly feel their weight pressing down on his shoulders. An ever present burden. Yesterday, they got ambushed by two large groups of monsters. Instead of retreating as they were trained to do in such situations, some brave yet foolish men attacked. They payed with their lives. Lives Kelindun was responsable for. He had lost count of the men killed under his command.

His desire for rage and anger perished, they had no place when he mourned his fallen brothers. When he felt completely powerless. Without these emotions clouding his mind, Kelindun was able to think straight, and he realised he maybe overreacted sending that box to Dantooine. Well, what was done, was done. He would accept the consequences as a man. Maybe it would even wake up some people, who knew.

It was a warm spring night, quite safe this close to the Capital, yet Kelindun knew he would not be able to catch some sleep any time soon. Looking up at the stars, he decided he would have to distract his mind if he wanted to get some rest. Maybe he could polish his sword. It was what most men did when confronted with stressful situations. A few long, hard strokes would no doubt do the trick.

Spring Evening -- Poryatu

Staedtler la Stylo

Learning to Dance

Staedtler stood away from the crowds of Sea Cliff Keep, sober as a surgeon, dissecting his surroundings. His arms were laced tight behind his back, and he was looking down his nose at the daylight dancers. Somewhere amongst the swaying, swirling mess of people was his fiancé. Occasionally, when the violin rhythm broke to a chorus and the spinning switched, Staedtler would spy Irina somewhere off-centre, bright-eyed and beautiful. Her smile made him smile. Her laugh made him laugh. Her dancing had him itching to follow in suit.

However, again and again, hesitance and doubt brothered together to stop Staedtler. For - somewhat behind Irina's back - he had been practicing his footwork by candlelight, usually just before bed. A lesson here, a practice there. Nothing serious, but he now knew basics upon basics, and would no longer catch his own shins or trip upon thin air. He was no dancer, not even close, but neither was he a giraffe in workman's boots. He had been saving all of his practice for their first dance together. It was intended to be a surprise, one worth the pains of his patience for the look upon her face alone. There was something about the way Irina reacted to good news that had changed Staedtler. The way her eyebrows flew high and her cheeks dimpled in disbelief. Cold utility may save pennies and build industry, but it offered no such heart as that. It would kill men through to their spines. Those who would make nothing but measured decision suffer no consequences, for better or worse. Cowards fear the unknown, and to them their patience is their shield from it. Eventually, there was nothing left but a husk of passion which perhaps once was. A slow, smothering death for sure.

Years ago, Staedtler was that coward; that blind, ignorant man - that thing. With Irina, together, they killed it. Now all that remained was for them to bury the body.

The music and its orchestra paused to change, and something in Staedtler stirred from rest - some jolt of inspiration burning at his heels.

What better way was there to start than by dancing together on its grave?

Staedtler kicked off from the wall behind him. He shot straight for Irina, cutting through the crowds and against the stream. Tonight, he was going to play the proud man. As far as he saw it, he would either stick to the shadows and stew with his coven of worries, or he would dive for the throat of his fears, fighting 'til his last breath, consequences be damned, wife in arm.

He wordlessly stole Irina away from a joke she was halfway though telling. In one motion, he span her around to face, holding her waist to his.

"Staedy," she snickered, before playing a mocking masque of disapproval. "Firstly, that was a good joke I was telling back there."

"I doubt it," Staedtler smirked back. "Your jokes are dreadful. And you always laugh before the punchline."

"Oh, you're a damned liar, and you know it. I'm hilarious." Irina endured to keep a stoic face, but could not take herself seriously. She broke into a smile. "Just shut up, you. I am hilarious."

"Sure." Staedtler offered another smirk and a roll of the eyes.

"But, secondly, I didn't think you could dance?"

"I can't," Staedtler said as he looked down at his shifting feet, his mind running through a hundred steps at once. He traced each motion of his memory with a slow, deliberate pace against the floor. "But let's not let anyone here know that, hm? Go on. You lead."

20th August

Spring Evening -- Poryatu

Titos Drakos

Entering The Ball

Titos walked into the main room and resisted the urge to pull at his doublets collar. He had to do a double take at the amount of people in the ball room that he did not recognize. He just stood in the entryway and awkwardly looked around for anyone he may know, being head and shoulders everyone made this task slightly less difficult.

21st August

Spring Day -- Poryatu

William Fitz Roberts

William

William smiled and nodded politely at the words of Solomon and Emyhr and was about to reply to Solomon’s questions when he heard Tyra read out the letter.

‘That arrogant little sh*t’ he growled, taking a sip of the wine, forgetting as he always did how much he loathed it. Upon seeing Tyra in a dress he spat all out over a poor servant who was passing by. Tyra? In a dress? What was the world coming to? Turning back to Solomon, he tried to remember what he had been about to say

‘I still do not know how long I will remain in the field, parts of Poryatown are in desperate need of renovation and I intend to oversee it. We shall tear down the slums and turn them into a centre of art and learning’


Giesla scowled as she was ushered over by Drake to meet his sisters. He had not grown on her, even though Helga was positively obsessed with him. She was thinking about how she would much rather be hunting with her father than here, in this stuffy hall with the ‘cream’ of Lurian nobility, when she was snapped back into reality by her sister clicking her fingers under her nose

‘Giesla, say hello to our new friends, Iris and Willa’ Helga said in exasperation, her voice raised slightly

Giesla turned and gave a cursory nod, muttering hello and was about to turn back when someone caught her eye. A woman, clearly uncomfortable in the dress she was wearing, was reading out a letter from some absentee noble. There was a fire in her eyes that gave the impression of a wolf ready to strike out at its prey. She had to know who this woman was. Without looking back at her sister or the idiot boy she was now forced to share her training field with, she made her way over to the woman and tugged on the side of Tyra’s dress to get her attention

‘Hello’ she said, trying to sound confident but the nerves very clear in her shaking voice

Solomon Greybrook

Sea Cliff Keep Ball, Dantooine.

The festivities were going very well. With many Lurian nobles attending and grouping together, Solomon began to relax. However, a messenger that Solomon did not recongise came into view. The messenger spoke of Sir Kelindum's letter and gift:

My dearest friends, Lords and Ladies,

I am truly sorry I can not make it to what must be an unbelievable event. So many of the greatest Luria has to offer gathered in one place. People will be talking about it for years to come. It is a true shame I have to occupy myself with such unworthy tasks as getting regions safe from monster invasions and bringing them back under tight control. However, allow me to make up for my absence. With this letter should come a little surprise for you to enjoy. It is a Southern trademark, our lands literally are filled with these.

Yours truly,

Kelindun Orobar, Knight of Giask

When the messenger opened the box, the lower nobility surrounding the group of nobles were astonished as silence came over the hall. Solomon could see that Lady Tyra was struggling with laughter while many others did not know what the box contained. When the box was opened, two Greybrook Guard whom had seen the incident came over swiftly and closed the box and apprehended the messenger. A quick word in one of the Guard's ear and the messenger was escorted out, with the "gift". Seeing that the incident caused a scene, Solomon walked to one of the nearby staircases to speak to the crowd:

"Ladies and Gentlemen, nobles from near and far, I shall take this first opportunity to welcome you all to Dantooine. While there has been turmoil in our lands the last couple of months, tonight is a opportunity to band together as a stronger Luria and forge friendships which can successfully solve the problems that are presented to us."

Taking a pause, Solomon looked to the far side of the room to notice the Priest sitting on one of the chairs near the entrance. Focusing back to the larger group, Solomon continued:

"For those who heard, Sir Orobar presented us with a clear message. While the delivery of such message was entirely uncouth, we have to remember that we have a responsibility to those whom we reside over. We have to defend those who cannot defend themselves and we have to rule justly to ensure that law and order is upheld. These are the core duties. However, in my opinion, we owe our realm more than that. The most successful of realms are full of nobles of individual identities, passions, ambitions and refuse to be stagnant. It is for this reason that the political turmoil of the past erupted. Please take that message if anything from this ball. Refuse to be stagnant, challenge yourself and your peers to fulfill the dreams that Lurians deserve!"

Solomon did not expect the round of applause from the crowd. Nevertheless, with a slight blush, whether from the alcohol he had drunk or from the spectacle, he finished off his public speaking:

"With that out of the way, I officially declare that the musicians will open the floor for ballroom dancing and for the banquet to begin on the higher levels!"

With that, Solomon descended down the stairs to transverse the crowd of the ballroom and headed towards the Priest in the back of the room.

23rd August

Spring Evening -- Askileon

Tyra Andrasta Bluelake

As Earl Solomon announced the dance was open, Alya became very interested. She looked at Sir Emyhr expectantly, but he had vanished to ask for another round of drinks. Well, who was she supposed to ask for a dance?!


Tyra looked down to the shaky girl saying hi to her and smiled. "Hello, there... daughter of Sir William. Wow, I envy you your clothes. Even with adaptations, this dress isn't anywhere nearly as battle ready as I would like it to be. Which one are you?"


As Drake introduced Iris and Willa to the Fitz Roberts twins, he had absolute confidence they would get along splendidly. After all, they were all twins! And his sisters! Both Iris and Willa had average height, slightly on the tall side, with dark hair and the bluish gray eyes of their grandfather. Their face was the same, but Iris presented herself the perfect lady, her long hair cascading on her back, while Willa had come dressed in a tunic, a beautiful, ornate tunic, but practical nonetheless, and wore her hair short, almost as short as Drake's.

Both greeted Helga warmly, but hugged and hogged Drake, asking him where had he been, what had him been doing, how could he leave them out of news?! The boy was soon embarrassed of their attention and took off, dragging Helga with him until he stopped, to look around and figure they were on the dance floor. Turning pink, he bowed gallantly and offered his arm. "Would you give me this dance, milady?"

24th August

Spring Evening -- Askileon Purlieus

Emyhr le Craint

As Earl Solomon had finishes his speech to the gathered crowd of nobles, a group of familiar faces had arrived. Emyhr return back to Lady Tyra and Lady Alya whom had began talking to other groups and minor nobility.

Once he had caught the attention of the two ladies, Emyhr bowed and offered his hand to the young lady Alya.

"May I have this first dance with you Lady Ayla? Of course, any relation of Sir Myr would be a wonderful dancer. To be able to dance with such a fine lady would be a great honour."

With this, he continued to hold his hand out awaiting a response from the lady.

25th August

Spring Day -- Askileon Purlieus

Goriad Gabanus

As Goriad had lit a great fire on top of the temple in Dragon Song ge retreated to the base of the temple where they had set up camp and he pulled out his journal once more.

"These last few days have been trying. Ever since we left the last patch of forest in Masatodon we have only seen barren lands and hordes of beasts. No people seem to live beyond the forest, no living soul inhabits the plains.

When we arrived at Nightmarch we saw signs of what I believe to be one of the Zuma, but we have been unable to contact it or see it. Some piles of monster skulls ornamated parts of the city as if a warning to stay out and indeed we saw no beasts in the city. Nor did we see anyone else.

We continued our trip through the vulcanic lands but they too were abandoned as was the great temple in Dragon Song. No fire as in the old legends burned, so I had my men build a pyre in stead. If the Zuma remain, we shall soon find out."

Tohrm Elrath

Tohrm had been quite content to drink and observe the goings on of the ball. Perhaps his seclusion was still taking time to wear off of him. However, once the Earl Greybrook had delivered his speech regarding a partiuclar sirs 'gift' to the assembly, Tohrm felt it best to finally make his presence more or less known.

As he approached the murmuring crowd of nobles, he noted the Earl had garnered the attention of two women. He snorted in amusement and started to approach, only then realising one to be the Lady Andrasta, and who appeared to be a somewhat excitable relation of hers.

"Earl Greybrook!" Tohrm bellowed as a swathe of nobles turned and parted aside from his path. Once his goodly nature had been identified, most went back to their gossiping about the recent monstrous head that had been delivered.

"I must say, quite the event. There's a number here I am not familiar with, and I will have to make a few rounds. Possibly pass a few out as well." He chuckled and almost extended his hand, but retracted it as he acknowledged the two ladies.

"Ah, not to let myself get carried away though, it seems you are a little busy eh? Lady Andrasta Bluelake, it has been a while since we spoke in person. I must congratulate your family on its advancement in the realm. Or rather... its own realm." He bowed in a rather, perhaps forced formal manner to the two.

"I noted the banners of le Craint and fitz Roberts were attending also. I shall have to go and search for them." Tohrm made a mocking gesture of peering out above the crowds, which of course it was no difficulty to see the fitz Robert giant.

"Ah, there he is." He turned back with a broad grin and continued.

"Before I ramble on too much, I shant let any business get ahead of me tonight. No no, tonight is for a roaring good time. Too many books... Despite that I must welcome you all to a... slightly more serious gathering. One regarding my land and the smallish monastery that happens to be there."

Tohrm corrected himself and took another lengthy drink before he finished.

"Yes, a sort of opening ceremony. You know, not so many frills but a big "We are here to stay" message. I think that will go down a little less swimmingly with some people but perhaps you would be interested! I've yet to hear a proper response Earl but that can always wait until frivolities have been stretched and expended."

He nodded many times and redirected himself to the Ladies once more.

"Of course the courtesies are extended to you both. I shall be off though as it appears I was intruding. No doubt the Earl has important business with you both. Perhaps we will speak again when the dance is finished Lady Bluelake. I've two sea legs and they point inwards, not to mention I've no clue of the business."

The priest finished his speedy introduction, rambling commentary of things and simple small talk, then gave the trio time to answer before he had further rounds in the ball to see to.

People and alcoholic, if his record for the day were to continue.

William Fitz Roberts

Giesla felt herself doing something she could never remember doing: she was blushing! At Tyra’s words she tried to say ‘thank you my lady’ but instead managed to say ‘you lady thank’. After that she was close to running away but managed to blurt out

‘I’m Giesla, Countess, eldest daughter of William Fitz Roberts and heir to his name as head of the family. I am five foot one and am proficient in the use of the sword and bow. I can name every painting in the Palazzo Volpes and who painted it and in what year they did so. I think you are one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen, I find Drake and Prospero and all boys to be really annoying and disgusting and I want nothing to do with them but they won’t leave me alone and Helga keeps making me being nice to them and I hate it. And I despise cabbage, but mother won’t listen to me and the cook keeps serving it up and I am expected to eat it and it’s really unfair and I really didn’t want to come here I just wanted to go out and hunt but mama said no and now I am glad I came because I never would have seen you and that would be bad and until a few minutes ago I just wanted dad to take me home but now I am not sure what I want to do ’


Helga was shocked when Drake offered her his arm and she just stood there and said ‘erm’

For all their training in military matters and in the arts their father seemed to have left out a vital piece of the twins’ education: neither had any idea how to dance. Helga knew that her parents could both dance quite well, despite the size of her father which made any such activity difficult, and she knew that her older cousins all were proficient as well. Seemingly her father had decided to leave such trivial matters until they were older and concentrate on learning how to fight and ride and kill. Normally, she would have been happy with this situation, but right now she cursed her father and his oversight. Why had he brought his daughters to a ball and not spent the preceding weeks teaching them how to dance? So now, instead of graciously accepted Drake’s offer, she just stood there eyes wide like a deer that has noticed too late the crossbow aimed in its direction. In the end all she could say was ‘oh bugger’

26th August

Spring Day -- Askileon Purlieus

Tyra Andrasta Bluelake

Alya smiled at Earl Emyhr and took his hand. "I took some lessons, but Myr was always teasing me about me having two left feet! It's still fun, though, if Milord will forgive me any mistakes."

She was enjoying herself. Court could be finicky, but dancing with heroes and talking to Earls and Marshals and other people she had only heard of through Myr... Wasn't bad at all.


Tyra had acknowledged Sir Tohrm with a nod as she listened to Giesla's blurted stream of randomness, with an extremely amused grin. "Well, thank you, Giesla! I know what you can do. Come with me to the table and eat with me while I avoid anyone who thinks me being in a dress means I'd also dance. Then you can tell me more about things you like. Or tell me about Drake, I suppose I should know more about the little rascal."

She winked at the girl: "And maybe after getting some food we can sneak outside to explore the grounds."


Drake looked at Helga from the top of his ten years and have her a confident smile, hiding his disappointment a little. "You don't like to dance?! Well, we can do something else... Or, maybe, just pretend we're dancing so my sisters won't come after us and bug me?"

Nicholas Archival

The Ball at Dantooine had been in flow for some time now. As the nobles mingled and attended to their various courtesies and social devices, the guardsmen at the doorway to the hall had grown a little sleepy. Nothing had called their attention and, frankly, it was not exhilarating to watch others enjoy themselves, whilst they stood and kept watch.

With drowsy eyes, Bertolt looked up from his post to see a figure approaching, with a small retinue in tow. With bleary duty, he stepped forward, to prevent immediate entry to the room.

"Your name, milord?" he asked, though in truth he did not much care. All the big names had already arrived no doubt.

There was a pause at that, before Bertolt looked up to see a slender man, bedecked in elegant finery stood before him, with a raised brow... and above that, a crown.

"Your Emperor," Nicholas replied, with some dry amusement. "I should like to enter now."

Spluttering and red-faced, his shame catching his face alight, the guard quickly stepped aside, head bowed to hide some small measure of his shame.

Rather than berate the man - presumably the castle's captain would take his time to enjoy that particular pleasure - Nicholas stepped past into the hall in which the ball was being held. He had already arrived late and the attendees were in full flow.

He continued to survey the room quietly, whilst a nearby a nearby herald raised his voice, and boomed his introduction to the court of Dantooine. "His Imperial Majesty, Nicholas Archival!"

27th August

Spring Evening -- Askileon Purlieus

Alessio de Medici

Entering the ball came Raskolnikov, Alessio's most trusted servant. He ushered over, taking off his wide-brimmed hat as he rushes across the hall.

"Messer Medici, there has been a killing. It is your father-in-law, Messer Ottaviano. There are talks of a murder." he whispered, to which Alessio's natural smile dipped - now, no expression sat upon his face. His grip loosened, letting go of both Andrea's hand and a glass he was holding, though by chance, Raskolnikov had caught it.

And so Alessio and Andrea left - surely nobody would realise the two hurrying out of the ball, followed by the man in dark leathers?

Tyra Andrasta Bluelake

The Bluelake twins were happy to hear the announcement from Earl Solomon for the dancing to begin in earnest. Iris always enjoyed a dance, and Willa always enjoyed the competition of who could get a dance partner faster. The only rules were: it couldn't be a family member, nor a person younger than 17 years. If the partner was particularly interesting, it was sometimes considered a win over a faster catch. Well, this time it didn't matter. Willa immediately saw a tower of a man near the entry, taller even than the former Imperial Marshal. He looked a bit lost and was impressive enough to be the perfect win. She pointed at him and winked at her sister. "I think you lose this time, sis." Iris smiled and shook her head. "Size isn't everything, Willa..." She blushed at her own joke, and waited, curiously, to see Willa make her move.

Willa approached Titos with a gracious curtsy and introduced herself. "Hello, there, Sir! I'm Willa from House Bluelake. You look really interesting and the dance has just started - would you introduce yourself and take me to the dance floor for the duration of a song or two?"

So easy! Iris was always impressed at her little sister.

28th August

Spring Day -- Askileon Purlieus

Letter from Goriad Gabanus to everyone in Nightmarch

Great Xuveziq,

I stand before you in Nightmarch, one from your past. My granduncle was among the founders of Barca and I personally served her for years. I stood besides you against the dark wizard of Aurvandil, who cloned himself and sought to destroy us all and invade your lands.

My travels here were to determine the state of the Zuma, for we have heard nothing of your presence for decades. Many of our youth would not even know who you are, or that you once fought both against and with humans.

Your lands too are overrun, forced into hiding. Do the Zuma seek to surrender to the beasts?

Faithfully,

Sir Goriad Gabanus Noble of Swordfell

Xuveziq

Xuveziq stirred in his slumber, "Was that a voice I heard?"

He wasn't certain. Who would be bothering him in this day? The Zuma had formed a truce with the monster hordes. The other daimons hibernated. The human tribes of the coalition could communicate to him through dreams. Who was this?

His eyes fluttered open. No one around. He breathed in deeply. A faint scent of someone who had once been present. Typical human child. Lacked the patience to stick around after awakening an ancient slumbering being.

Well, now he was awake again. He stretched and surveyed the horizon. Xuveziq was hungry and grumpy.

Goriad travels from Nightmarch to Dragon Song where he lits the fire (earlier RP)

Goriad had spent days in the lands of the zuma, dead-men-land as the people of the southern forest no called it. He had gotten no further to the old Zuma. His scouts had spotted some signs which spoke of the presence of Xuveziq in Nighmarch but he could not find him. The city was abandoned, even if Xuveziq was around, his army was not.

Having failed in Nighmarch, Gpriad moved to the great temple of Dragon Song. Even in the days when he fought alongside the Zuma in his youth he was told not to come here. The journal of his greatuncle on the founding of Barca spoke of a legend. An eternal breath of fire rising from the mouth of the temple, serving as a beakon and rallying point for the great and powerful Zuma armies, called by their overlords.

No such flame was to be seen from the temple, so Goriad had all his 15 scouts gather as much wood as they could. Trees were felled down and dragged up the steps of the temple. A pyre 6 meters high and 4 meters in base width was ultimately built after a full day's work.

"Let us see who answers the call, beast or Zuma." He says as he they light the pyre "if any of them are still alive," one of his scouts replied. "Yes," Goriad replied once more "We are about to find out. Make camp near the base of the temple, you do not want to stay here on top when the Zuma fly in. They may not appreciate us tresspassing."

Xuveziq

Same old conflicts, just a drop of blood across the eons.

The beasts had answered the call first, capturing Goriad. Yet through the smoke descended Xuveziq. The beasts scattered, releasing Goriad, before the daimon even landed.

Upon landing, he immediately bellowed, "Tell me why you've awakened me from my hibernation."

Goriad Gabanus

Hordes of beasts overran their camp, but just as they wanted take Goriad a terifying sound could be heard from the sky and a large beasts seen landing shortly after. The few men who had survived the beast onslaught looked at it in despair, but Goriad recognized the sound from his younger years. "He has come," he mumbled as the beasts scattered again.

As Xuveziq landed Goriad made a deep bow. He vaguely remembered that the ego of the beast was large and respect was to be offered. He then replied: "Oh great Xuveziq, it is an honor to see you again. It was decades since I had the honor of fighting by your side against the foul wizard of Aurvandil. Before the hordes of beasts polluted our lands and yours."

He paused a moment and beckoned one of the scouts to bring a flag of Barca in the hopes it would stir Xuverziq's memmory. "You allowed my anscestors to settle and foud Barca in these lands under agreement that they would not come near Highmarch or Dragon Song for these were your lands. You fought besides us against common threats, yet now you have allowed these foul monsters and undead to take control of your lands. There are those who have claimed that the beasts are your servants, but I have seen your servants and I have seen these beasts and know this to be a false accusation. There are those, strengthened by witnesses of great battles here that you fought the beasts and lost just like the humans in the West. They claim that you fear them and surrendered, but I know this to be false also. The Zuma would not bow down to inferior beasts and we see the creatures flee in terror only by your arrival."

He paused shortly again and took another bow "I awoken you milord to hear the truth of the Zuma and to see if we can ally once more against a common enemy and if so under what conditions."

Xuveziq

Xuveziq let the human go on. Goriad seemed confused as to the daimon's identity. Typical. Humans always did have trouble distinguishing daimons.

"So the prodigal child has returned?"

Whether Goriad knew it or not, the Zuma had sought to warn and work with humanity upon the threat. Humanity merely insulted the Zuma for their benevolence. The Zuma thus turned to achieve their primary objective, protection of the human tribes that worshipped them. While the human did not see them aboveground, deep below in cave systems the tribes of the Zuma Coalition thrived still.

Donald Augustus Allan

A crescent moon hung high over the city of Shinnen, its white blanketing light fragmented and warped by the unerring patter of spring rain across the city. Below; the rain drummed against the dull copper roofs of the city’s buildings before streaking down the metallic plates and dashing against the cobbled stones of the streets and alleyways below. Trudging through one of these alleyways, their kicking up puddled water came a dozen men. At the head of their group were two men, one short and gangly, was wrapped in leather and fur in a futile attempt to keep put the rain. The other was taller and had raindrops beating against his breast plate, by his side hung a sword; the leather of the hilt turned a deep brown by the water.

“This is the place?” he asked ask he glanced towards his companion.

“Aye lord” replied the gangly fellow, his pale hands gripping the rim of his sodden hood “They’ll be here, I’m sure of it”

Up the crooked road an aged tavern sat nestled between two small houses, orange light poured out of dirty windows, illuminating the cobbled street. A sign hung by chain above the entrance, the text was untouched by the light remained obscured from view.

Donald nodded, then turned to look at the men behind him, their weapons and armour shining softly in the moonlight. He called one forward, the tallest of the group he stood giant-like, a dull steel axe in one hand. “Open the door” he commanded.

The group approached the tavern and remaining just outside of the light, allowed their monstrous companion to approach first. Inside could be the heard the muffled sound of merriment as men and women drank, sang and made much revelry together. The soldier raised his steeled boot and struck the door, splintering it and causing it to swing abruptly inward.

Suddenly there was action. The giant burst through out of the rain, pushing aside a man carrying a tray of drinks sending brass tankards skittering across the woodwork. Donald heard a woman scream and men yell as he and the rest of the soldiers surged forth out of the cold night air.

Some had the sense to flee while others were slow and easily taken by the soldiers, some tried to fight: one man, his bald head and bear shoulders covered in thick tattoos dropped his tankard and produced a club. Donald didn’t even need to react, one of the soldiers had already cracked his forehead with the pommel of his sword barely a second in to the man’s charge. Within a minute all inside were either subdued or fled.

“Spread out and find them” commanded the Knight “I want them all hung by the end of the week”

A short reply was uttered before the soldiers raced through back doors or climbed stairs, their heavy footsteps straining the wood below before fading away. Satisfied Donald sheathed his sword and moved further in to the room, he was careful not to stand on the unconscious, beaten body of the tattooed man. He approached the tavern’s bar, a heavily decorated piece prominently featuring many bottles and barrels of varying shape. He reached over and fished out a clear bottle of deep red liquid before discarding the cork.

The gangly man entered inside and shook his hood free of rainwater “Lord, it seems you got what you wanted, now about your promise…”

Donald reached for his belt and produced a small coin purse which he delivered to the man’s eagerly awaiting hands. He pocketed the silver quickly and grinned merrily, his yellowed teeth now clearly visible in candlelight “Thank you, lord. You are most generous”. The man then pulled up his hood and stepped out in the rain, disappearing quickly.

Donald rested himself against the bar and took a healthy inhale of wine. Impressed, he examined the bottle for any signs of branding or vintage but was unable to find any. It must be made here Donald concluded If so, these Anarchists make good wine.

He finished the bottle, somewhere in the room a man groaned in pain.

29th August

Spring Day -- Poryatu

William Fitz Roberts

Shaking slightly, Giesla nodded and followed Tyra to the table where food was laid out. Piling her plate high, she began to gorge herself on chicken. She was desperate to finish their food quickly so she could get out on the grounds with the woman, away from all the nobles and the stifling heat that was the indoors. She had never liked being cooped up inside, she liked to run and to ride and explore the world.

‘On Drake, he is a little sh*t’ Giesla said through a mouthful of chicken, ‘he keeps stealing Helga away just when we were about to do something. The sooner he leaves the better, but he seems to have become the darling of our household. My father is thinking of making him his official ward’

Helga looked at Drake and whispered through gritted teeth, ‘Drake, I can’t dance. I wouldn’t know how to pretend to even if I wanted to’

30th August

Spring -- Poryatu

Tyra Andrasta Bluelake

"Why don't you take him along to do the things you'd do with Helga? Usually having two minions will be better than one. I used to have all sorts of kids under my lead. Let me tell you about the time we made it rain on a finicky noble banquet..."

Tyra found it easy to talk to that child. She shared stories of her rauckous childhood, told her about becoming Tyra Thunderborn, punishments she was dealt unfairly, then later those she got quite justly. Told her about her hatred for her Bluelake grandma who stripped her family from their tilogian life and took them to wild Beluaterra. Listened to Giesla's complaints and hopes, shared tricks and tips on fighting and on reading people's reactions... Very important skill if you want to prank them or fight them.

They played at imagining the life and motivations of people across the ball, looking at their clothes and manners and expressions. Then played at dubbing their conversations, and finally, a couple hours later, Tyra was teaching Skat to the girl and a bunch of other nobles gathered around their table. The one Bluelake twin sitting next to Sir Titos was proving to be a formidable opponent. It had become a lively group. Even the Emperor had played a round or two and didn't do bad at all (though both of them refrained from mentioning he had already learned a few rules when they had met in Grodno). The countess was definitely glad she had come, now.


Drake, on the other hand, had taken Helga outside, and spent the better part of the evening teaching her to dance. It was easy for someone who was so in control of her own body, dancing was the same as fighting, just a different fighting style... It was a bit harder for her to learn not to try to win it. Of course the Fitz Roberts never learned mock fighting either, which made things a little difficult... she slowly picked up the tempo, and the matching moves to work with him, not against him. At the end of the night, the little chivalrous boy was happy to say they had managed about a third of a song without mistakes.

Carlotta

William had been watching Drake teaching his daughter to dance for some time now, sitting silently in the garden his eyes glistening with tears. It was children such as these that gave him hope for the future. He had left the ballroom for some fresh air about two hours ago and had not left this spot since. He turned as he heard heavy boots behind him and smiled as he saw Fabrizio approaching, who spoke to William but whose eyes were always darting around, looking for enemies in the shadows

‘We’d best be off m’lord, you have things to attend to in the morning’

‘Aye, you are right of course. Fetch those two will you’ he said, indicating Drake and Helga, ‘I will go and gather up the rest’

As he made his way through the ball he spied the table where Tyra and many others sat. Hurrying over, he leaned over the table and spoke in a warm tone

‘Countess Tyra, I hope that my daughter has not been bothering you all this time. Come on Giesla, time to go’

Giesla looked up at her father’s words and snapped

‘Fu*k that, I want to stay here with Tyra. If we’re stuck with Drake, why can’t she be stuck with me?’

A collective gasp went up around the table at such language from a young noble lady.

William’s facial expression did not change, he simply muttered ‘stable duty for a week’ before turning back and heading for the exit. Giesla was lifted from her seat by her uncle Leopold who smiled and whispered ‘come on, G, you will see the lady Tyra again’

And so the Fitz Roberts left the ball

Staedtler la Stylo

The University Wedding

The University gardens were glazed with morning sunlight, the overhead laced with silken decoration from tree to tree. Ribbons of cream and Euschean blue stretched from the walls of the square-fronted campus hall, across the hedgerows and open lawns, all the way to the stream side gazebos and gravel pathways. Upon a humble, foot high stage opposite the refreshment booth were a small band of military trumpeters and trombonists selected from the Shinnen Purlieus militia, tuning their instruments and last minuite rehearsals. Grey suited University staff busied back and forth from table to table, straightening cutlery and crockery, folding the Bowker and La Stylo family napkins with flawless precision. All those working today had to act in every moment as if Earl Staedtler was ever-watching over the shoulders. Everywhere had to be prepared for guests, all corridors and rooms and halls had to be dressed for a wedding.

Guests would have an awkward time escaping the overwhelming celebration. It flooded the air like some incense of anxious excitement and reeked all the way out to the farmlands. Even the peasantry must know that this was going to be a day of beautiful disaster.

Staedtler was off in an oak-strung hammock, barefoot by the stream in a loose shirt and slacks. With a scotch glass of water held on his stomach, he was safely swaying away the hours before any arrivals were due. He knew that somewhere inside the campus building was Irina, no doubt being harassed by attendees on the second floor, or doing the harassing herself. If there was one thing she hated in all this world, it was other people telling her how to get dressed or made up. Staedtler, however, loved a helping hand in the process. He had learned a lot from the professionals and envied their ability for crafting beauty from nothingness, greatly. Either way, she was safe. It was all that mattered. In a few minutes, Staedtler would go to get changed into his ceremonial attire. He was quite looking forward to the day, in some pale mimicry of pride.

The first third of the affair was certainly the easiest; put on an pleasant little show, hand out the free drinks by the bucket load, and keep everyone sane for as long as possible. The men and women of the campus would do the legwork. Entertainment, conversation, and the business of balancing the politics of people against one another, however, was Staedtler's burden to bear. He swilled his glass under his nose and looked to his pocket watch. Still enough time. More than enough.

Staedtler threw away the last of the drink into the stream and rolled off onto his feet. He picked up his boots, flicking his fringe from his eyes, and stood, stretching out his back and arms in a cat-like yawn.

"This is going to be painful," he sighed, hopping across the stream and onto the main lawn. "Torture, even; a sun-soaked, drunken torture. I absolutely cannot wait."

Solomon Greybrook

The End of the Ball

Sitting at a table to the side of the room, Solomon swirled the liquid within the glass around it's edges. He did not know the time. Most of the servants has been sent home by now as it was only the cleaners and a few other nobles whom wanted to see out the final song.

It had been a very successful evening - many friends had arrived to the ball. All accomplished with only one minor incident, which Solomon was quietly disgruntled about, he was pleased. The Emperor also made a entrance, which was to a pleasant surprise to many. Due to his duties as party host, he did not necessarily engage with as many nobles as he would of liked. There was bound to of been many smaller, yet more exciting events that he failed to notice or catch onto.

Nevertheless, strolling out into the cool Spring air, the curtain had finally closed on the Ball.

It wasn't too long before a scout came to him and reported on current affairs.

One night of respite it seemed.

Staedtler la Stylo

The servant, a woman with neatly braided hair, stood behind a podium with her heels pressed together. Faint, easy going music was playing from the gardens behind the greeter and her soldierly, unflinching stance.

"Sir Alessio de Medici, and Lady Andrea Medici, welcome to the University of Dwilight," she announced, leaning into a bow. She produced a small notebook and pencil from her waistcoat pocket. "Congratulations upon your publication, by the way. It is quite the engrossing read. Earl Staedtler la Stylo is presently with other guests on the campus gardens. Clement here will show you the way. Drinks are being served opposite the stage. Here is your schedule for the afternoon." She offered a paper of tines to the family as a broad shouldered servant standing watch over the approaching carriages stepped forth with another bow.

"Would it be within your interest, Sir Alessio, to have one of the servants carry your items through to the garden as well?" he asked.

Alessio de Medici

"Would it be within your interest, Sir Alessio, to have one of the servants carry your items through to the garden as well?" he asked.

"While the offer is appreciated, we shall be fine. I am also glad you enjoy the Herald. Perhaps you have received the latest edition today. All we carry are the gifts for our friend." he follows the man, as Andrea takes the schedule, holding it alongside the currently sleeping infant.

"We are most grateful," she says, "Enjoy the day."

Upon reaching the Earl and his surrounding crowd of guests, Alessio lets out a cough to announce his presence. He turns to his children, ensuring they are all ready with their boxes, before turning his eyes to the soon-to-be-wed.

Staedtler la Stylo

Staedtler span upon his heels away from one a servant carrying a stack of glasses and around to Alessio, his jewelry rattling like beaded curtains. The clean-shaven Earl was in sharp, angular dress; stark greys and blacks accentuated with purple flair and silver accessories. As he turned to and approached, the smell of lavender followed him.

"Sir Alessio, Lady Andrea," Staedtler said with a practiced grandeur. "And, of course, your little entourage. Oh, don't you all look absolutely darling? First time we've met, I believe, and you are already, all of you, making an excellent impression. Come, come; take a seat!"

Staedtler purposefully ignored the boxes they were carrying out of politeness. This was a purely sentimental affair, no at all material, although gifts were always appreciated. Instead, he guided the family to seats around a rounded table, servants hurrying to withdraw the chairs under the Principal's command.

"Glad to have you hear, my friend."

Staedtler offered a gloved hand to Alessio before he took a seat.

"So, how have we been? How is the city life suiting you all?" he asked to the family as one.

Alessio de Medici

The full family smile to the Earl, before following him to the table and sitting down.

"It is the first time we have met, yes. Perhaps I caught you with my eye at the ball? I apologise for us all wearing such sable tones, our darling Andrea's father has recently passed - but let us lighten the mood," Alessio firmly shakes Staedtler's hand, though not before taking off his own glove."

"City life is most wonderful. We have always lived in the city, though Shinnen is much smaller than Giask.

"Babbo says he loves Shinnen, as Nonno and Nonna are very loud and annoying in our Giask mansion," says the young boy Luca, perhaps ten years old.

"My dear boy speaks right. I should introduce us fully. You know myself and my wife, my newborn Michelangelo, and our triplets, Luca, Lena and Lisa. They have been terribly excited and they were eager to choose out gifts, so for their sake, let us present them.

"First, an invitation to have a portrait painted with your soon newlywed." as he says this, as if practised, a black haired girl opens up a box with parchment inside, placing it on the table.

"Second, matching brooches with your family heraldry. Even if you are parted, the heart-shaped trinket should surely remind you." similar to before, a ginger girl opens up her chest with such, laying it on the table, before pressing her hands together, smiling to Staedtler and bowing lightly.

"Third, and not quite last, a sacred gemstone imported from an old and lone mine in Baqua, a region of Beluaterra. It is said to enhance fertility, so that you may be blessed with children." and so young Luca opens his chest, revealing a star-cut piece of Alexandrite.

"This chest carries silk from our home. Our family had dabbled in the industry, and perhaps she would be interested in a chest. Lastly, we have a large chest in our carriage that she may store all her new clothes in.", Alessio chuckles, as Andrea speaks up, eyes fixated on the baby in her arms.

"If the gifts are anything like our wedding, she shall surely have many. Children, go and help set up. I am sure our lovely Earl can point you in the right direction."

Spring Evening -- Dantooine

William Fitz Roberts

The Margravine’s Justice

‘Now, I know that the duke has been missing and so things have become a little chaotic’ William spoke to the gathered crowd, seated on a simple wooden stool, ‘but’ he said leaning forward, ‘that is no excuse to begin these talks of sedition and splitting off from Luria. You are all Lurians! You will behave like Lurians! Now I wanted us to start off on a positive note, but it is clear a show of strength will be necessary’ William looked across to his wife. ‘Anne, why don’t you show them what happens to those that seek to rebel from their rightful lords?’

Anne smiled at her husband’s words and clapped her hands twice. A line of prisoners were led in to the hall, all of them badly bruised and broken by the tortures they had been subjected to

‘These are the leaders of the rebellious groups, they shall be executed in the main square as an example to the others’ Anne announced, a smirk spreading across her face. William stayed seated as the prisoners were led out and the gathered minor nobility and merchants followed them out. He knew his wife would deal with the prisoners with the appropriate force and he had other matters to attend to. He turned to his secretary and began organising the day’s agenda. From outside he could hear the cries of fear as the prisoners saw the pots of boiling tar sitting ready for them

Benedict Dupont

Benedict's carriage delivered him to the entrance of the University, where he gracefully exited and strode towards the gathering before him. No-one else accompanied him, so the carriage departed as soon as Benedict had disembarked, and the Lord moved forward, his finest clothes of the Dupont colours with his mark of office attached being all that announced him as he approached the nearest attendant.

"Please inform Earl Staedtler that Benedict Dupont has arrived. And I instructed my attendants to arrive via the back with my gifts, please ensure that they are given entry and everything is taken care of."

Benedict turned to the nobles in front of him in preparation for the man's announcement.

Staedtler la Stylo

"Naturally so, Praetor and Earl of Mattan Dews," the greeter tidily bowed and made a note upon her book. "I trust you arrival has been pleasant? Please, Clement here will show to the gardens where Earl Staedtler presently is."

Clement lead the way into the garden, stopping just off from the grass and clearing his throat.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he bellowed without flair or performance; a soldier's call. "Praetor of Luria Ferrata and Earl of Mattan Dews, the lord Benedict Dupont."

With that, he stood out of the way for the Earl to make his way, not parting until it was polite to presume he was no longer needed.

Roleplay from Staedtler la Stylo

Staedtler lay out the gifts upon the tablecloth, admiring the detail and perfection of craft in each. They were works of art, all of them.

"I must admit, my friend," Staedtler said, holding the invitation aloft like his ticket to heaven. "We had never even considered a portrait painting. That is a genuinely good idea. I love it."

He put the invitation into his breast pocket and took the brooches in his palm. He knelt down beside the children at head level, smiling as he pushed the jewelry about his palm.

"These things are beautiful," he said to them with an exaggerated, but wholly genuine enthusiasm. "Did you choose these yourselves? You three have quite the eye for beauty, I must see. Absolutely flawless things. I am sure that Irina will adore them. You really have made my day. However, I do have a job for you. You see, over there?" Staedtler pointed off to the hammocks by the stream side. "I have some hammocks which are in dire need of their daily allotment of swinging. I know it's a difficult job, but it is important. Question is, can I trust you three to do it well? Off you go."

Staedtler turned back to the couple and held the kaleidoscopic gemstone, letting it play with the sunshine a while. It split and sharpened the light with angular perfection, gleaming with the wonder of a craft that lay generations deep. He let the thing sit in his hand and just shine for a while, smiling at the colour.

"Absolutely flawless. Gorgeous in every way," Staedtler said to himself, before gently putting the gemstone away into the box, and closing the lid shut with both hands. "I see that you two had made quite the use of it already," Staedtler chuckled, glancing over towards the hammocks. "But - and you did not hear this from me, alright? - you may be a little, teensey-bit late with it on our behalf. Just saying. No spoilers. I'll leave the full story to my wife when she's ready. No doubt she'll blurt it out at some point."

Staedtler put the box into the hands of a nearby serving girl, thanked her, and then returned to Alessio and Andrea.

"Anyway, in this heat you two must have been boiled dry on your carriage trip! Let's get you some drinks, hm?"

At this point, a greeter bellowed out an announced arrival. It was Earl Benedict, and just Earl Benedict. Regardless, he looked dashing as an individual, as always.

"I am so sorry," he said to the couple. "I will have to leave you two to your own company. I have more guests to meet with, it seems. But thank you, Alessio and Andrea, and your children of course, for the gifts. They are ... just ..." Staedtler paused, blowing a kiss from his fingertips. "Mm. Perfect. Irina will no doubt take up that portrait as soon as the day is through, no doubt. Enjoy yourselves!"

With that, he left to meet Benedict in a half-jog.

"Earl Benedict," he called out to the Earl, slowing to a walk, arms held wide for a hug. "A pleasure to see you, my friend. It has been a while too long, hasn't it just? How goes things? How goes war?"

Titos Drakos

Last Dance

Titos was surprised at the offer to dance to say the least, and he ended up standing there for a few seconds before he shook himself internally and accepted the offer. The veritable giant was surprisingly graceful and flexible while dancing, being brought up a warrior made him quite flexible and had taught him good footwork.

Titos was decently surprised with how much fun he actually ended up having. After the dance was done he bowed as low as he could without ripping his doublet, and left the ball in higher spirits than he had entered.

31st August

Summer Day -- Dantooine

Emyhr le Craint

Arriving at the university, Emyhr looked around to admire the work that had been put into such a magnificant building. It had been a while since he had been here, so in an attempt to savor every moment of it he would stop every few steps. The addition of the decorations for the wedding gave the campus a new glow, it felt peaceful and calming to be here.

Emyhr had changed his attire, and in an attempt to look more respectable had attempted to cover up the obvious scars on his face with some borrowed makeup. He was dressed in a slick, deep blue doublet, guilded with a simple pattern in gold and silver, nothing garish that would detract from the Earl Staedtler and his soon to be wife. He was carrying a small lock box with him, a simple box and dark oak make with silver fittings. A small silver lock accompanied by a equally small key was all that kept it secured.

Emyhr had come alone, for unlike some of the others, he had no immediate family that would be able to join him. His family was either too frail for the journey or somewhere far away. But the young earl held his head up high, knowing full well that he would enjoy the wedding and being able to visit Earl Staedtler once again.

Reaching the main door into the main reception, the Earl adjusted his doublet, brushing any creases and smoothing out the wrinkles that had formed. He pushed through into the main reception, looking out for the Earl. Noticing that he was busy at this current time, Emyhr waited until the time was right to greet his host. Looking around the hall, he saw many faces that his recognized and some he did not. But what stood out the most was the feeling of comfort that was being given off by the guests who had arrived.

Donald Augustus Allan

The University was already bursting with activity by the time Donald arrived: armies of servants marched up and down the campus attending to every detail of the wedding, ensuring that absolutely nothing was out of place. They were soon joined by noblemen and women of all standings and the huge retinues they brought with them.

Donald Augustus desired to outdo the lot of them. Or at least, their fashion. He wore a lavish long tunic of blue and gold thread, decorated with intricately detailed golden patterns. His trousers were a finely tailor pair of burgundy cloth designed to emphasise the Legatus’ youthful appearance and ended in a pair of silvered buckled boots. About his neck he wore a magnificent shoulder cape proudly sporting the colours of his house, as well as large golden neck chain stamped with the sigil of Luria Ferrata that had Donald commissioned. And finally, resting upon his head was a comfortable and stylish velvet hat. He stepped out of his carriage, cape fluttering in the breeze, and approached the ceremony.

Behind him came a servant carrying a long bundle of crimson cloth, the aged man struggling with the weight. He too was appropriately dressed for the occasion, but the servant’s attire was played down to ensure no lord or lady present would be outdone by a simple servant.

As he strode in to the main reception he noticed the young Earl Emyhr la Craint, recognising the tall, broad warrior almost straight away.

“Earl Emyhr! Good morning Sir!” he said, stopping in front of the Earl and extending a hand in greeting “A fine day for a wedding, wouldn’t you agree?”

Emyhr le Craint

Lost in his sences, while waiting Emyhr was becoming more and more infatuated with the construction of the building, it had seemed to almost change entirely since the last time he was here, or maybe he just grew as a person. Which is why when he heard the voice of a man from behind it gave him a quite a shock. Rocked out of his fantasies, Emyhr turned around to find that Legatus Donald Augustus greeting him. “Earl Emyhr! Good morning Sir!” he said, stopping in front of the Earl and extending a hand in greeting “A fine day for a wedding, wouldn’t you agree?”

"Sir Donald, or rather Legatus Donald I should refer to you as now. I hear you have come across quite the promotion since the split of the realm."

Emyhr took his hand giving a hearty handshake at the reunion of the two men.

"You are quite right, it seems the spring has graced us with warm weather this year. Earl Staedtler has chosen a perfect day for this. I am glad to see that you have made it, I was certain that you would be coming. Hopefully now we will finally be able to have that drink we have been talking about for what seems like eons, and what a perfect time for it to happen. Once we have greeted Earl Staedtler, I shall find us a fine drink."

Looking behind, Emyhr could see an aged man following on behind carrying a bundle of crimson cloth.

"Ah, what a fine selection of fabrics you have brought, who knew that you had such great taste." Emyhr winked slightly followed by a rather cheeky grin. "So tell me, how fares things since the split? Unfortunately, apart from the efficient and organised work of Earl Staedtler I do not hear much from the south. I hope that the transition has been not to difficult. "

Goriad Gabanus

It had been early sunrise when Goriad landed his ship at the shore of Grodno where Tyra said she would be. He had slept throughout the journey and had to be woken up upon arrival. It wasn't difficult for his scouts to find the Lord's mansion and so they moved towards it. They wore simple clothes once more, pretending to be simple travellers as they moved towards the estate.

As they approached the estate most of the scouts remained behind in the local village as Goriad and 3 of his men walked towards the mansion. It was busy with people moving in and out and it was clear that the estate oversaw most important regional matters. As 2 of his scouts asked an audience with a local administrator for trading rights, Goriad used the moment to sneek inside unseen. He trailed one of the servants who was just headed to change the sheets in the main bedroom and once she finished Goriad himself snuck in the room.

The room was quite barren, with some animal skins on the floor. As he looked around he got the impression that Tyra did not care too much for posessions, a thing which did not surprise him that much. He rolled himself under the bed where he laid. Tyra wanted a lesson in survival so he sought to teach her a skill of patience. He now lay there, waiting for the evening to turn into night and for the countess to take her rest.

Benedict Dupont

Benedict accepted the embrace offered by Earl Staedtler.

"It has indeed been too long, my friend. I would seem that these monsters, and attending my duties draws me away from public gatherings such as this, it is refreshing to have been given a break. Congratulations on your union."

He gestured towards two of his servants in the distance, who had been let in my some of the attendants. They carried between them a large box, making sure to handle it carefully. At his command, the two men placed the box before Benedict and Earl Staedtler.

Benedict moved to the box and slid the lid off to reveal several ornate ivory ornaments.

"Allow me to present you with this collection of ivory engravings, what the sailors call 'scrimshaw'. These came to me from a recent visitor to Mattan Dews who came across a man who had been stranded on a small island for four years with the fortune of a whale skeleton and a small knife, from which these are the finest specimens he created."

Benedict knelt down to pick up the longest piece, a sword scabbard of whale bone, engraved expertly with images of various sea creatures. In the scabbard sat an equally ornate sword, complete with whale ivory handle.

"I have sent a ship out to track down and bring this man to my court, as such delicate creations deserve to be recognised."

Benedict rose, offering the sword to the Earl. He motioned to his servants, who stood ready to transport the box inside.

Summer Evening

Staedtler la Stylo

Staedtler was wide-eyed and flush red. He stood at the hilt of the weapon, brushing back his fringe and forcing breath out his nostrils.

"Benedict," he said, hand wavering inches from the hilt. "This is ... truly something. Wow."

He was twitching from the shoulder down. All of the dropped blades and fumbled strikes he had thrown out upon the training yards and the fields of yore were returning back to him, swarming his mind, each roaring like the brutal chimes of a cathedral bell. Long had it been since he had last been with Benedict; longer still since he had been with a sword at his hand. The rudimentary; the technical; the steps, and grips, and stances; it was all falling from his mind and at his feet from his open mouth. The thing was transcendent of silver and gold. The carvings were boasts of its worth, and its story of origin a legacy to be upheld by whomever succeeds in wielding it. It was a legacy soon to be tarnished, and he knew they both suspected the same.

Staedtler grasped just below the cross guard. The ivory was cold to the touch, even through gloves.

"Thank you," Staedtler choked. "If one man given four years can do ... this ... with patience alone, I can only imagine what history has in store for us, eh?"

He held the scabbard in both hands, less like a soldier, and more like a servant waiting with a towel outside of her mistress' bathroom. It was even more beautiful the closer he came to it, but the weight of the metal was aching at his shoulders and elbows. Not only had he forgotten the primal glee in wielding a blade, but also the pain of it. It was dense to carry on his palms, pulling away from his grip and to the earth, like a toddler trying to wrestle from an absent father's arms. Whatever seraphic glamour the scabbard was to behold, it surely could not be outdone by the blade itself? Surely it was just as it felt in his hand; nothing but weight and iron, or whatever swords are made of these days.

Staedtler turned the scabbard downside up and tried to shake the blade loose, like he was emptying a boot of sand. He rapped at the ivory sides, smiling to Benedict in a coy plea for sympathy, if not for his persisting foolishness, then for the circumstances surrounding this momentary failure. The sword rattled out, slowly, rasping against the inside. Every centimeter exposed was another turn upon the social rack, stretching Staedtler's patience to its break. Each revealed part was as beautiful as Staedtler had feared, and now he feared for how he would catch the thing. He took is rapping hand and held it below to catch the pommel in a claw. The meticulous carvings were quaking forth, emerging with the rattling percussion of steel ticks. Even the band had become confused and was now seemingly playing along to the beat of the scabbard.

The sword slid loose, ringing as it fell and caught. Staedtler scanned the blade from point to pommel before nodding once, lining it back up with the scabbard, and snookering the blade back. It was secured in place with a click, and was retired to Staedtler's side. He performed a sheepish courtesy and gave the sword to a passing servant, who was already shouldering two other satchels, with a chest clutched underarm.

"I'd joke something about how 'I still have it', and all that, but, honestly that'd be a lie. I never did have it. Likely never will." Staedtler was rotating his shoulder of its aches. He shrugged to Benedict. "But, maybe now that I have that to train with, all that will change. The battlefield can't be that much more different than a trading house anyway, can it? It's all, how do you say, 'exchanges and commerce'. Just of a different currency, is all."

Staedtler saw two more newly arrived guests standing nearby, an opportunity for escape he jumped upon.

"Please, enjoy yourself, my friend," he went to shake Benedict's hand before walking on by. "Have drinks, share gossip, properly wield swords - this is as much your home as anyone else's. Do as you may wish!"

Staedtler strode toward Donald and Emyhr, putting his hand out to the Legatus first. Alphabetical order.

"Speaking of swords," he said, eyeing the struttish peacock from shoulder cloak to boot buckle. "Look who has decided to sharpen up for the evening! And, Emyhr, flawless as always. You two didn't coordinate the outfits at all? Blue and gold is in this summer, is all I've heard on it."

He waited for Donald's response, pinching his chin in thought.

Sevastian Schwarzherzig

Sevastian leaned against the palisade at the base of the raised earthworks that had been Shinnen Purlieus's saving grace for days now. Sevastian and his men had been besieged for days, and had fought the monsters off more times than he could count. This time though... A large pack of worgs had joined, having caught scent of the blood. They had scaled the fortifications with such speed, Sevastian had thought the Archers would have been nearly useless.

Sevastian sighed and looked down at the sword in his hand, bloodied down to the hilt. His men were dying off, and they had all been wounded on and off again. If they kept this up the men would have more stitches than an old lady's needlework.