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BattleMaster => Roleplaying => Topic started by: JeVondair on February 13, 2019, 05:52:14 PM
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Herein follows the tale of a son of D'Hara and a Daimoness of the Zuma...
Roleplay from Asriel
Message sent to everyone in Paisly (4 recipients) - 1 day, 17 hours, 37 minutes ago
Asriel perched on top of the guard tower. The scent of fresh cooked food wafted up and into his nostrils. His stomach grumbled but he had a far more interesting spectacle which lay before him. Far down below were the vague shadows of two human nobleborn and one creature he highly disliked.
The smell of the Zuma caused him to sneeze and today his head felt very heavy. Yet he kept his eyes peeled and perked his ears up, catching the drift of their conversation through broken sentences. He had become adept at doing this - people watching was his favorite. He never knew what juicy information his large ears would capture.
The creature was apparently also adept at convincing his race of mankind to bend to their will. If he had arrived any later he wouldn't have caught onto the creature's invitation to D'Hara itself - exactly where Asriel had just fled from.
As the two nobleborn spoke to the creature, Asriel pondered what lay in store for Dwilight...
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Roleplaying Event
Message sent to everyone in the vicinity of Paisly (9 recipients) - 4 days, 13 hours, 33 minutes ago
On one of the rare ships to come from the West, a madman falls onto the docks of Port Raviel mumbling incoherently in both common words and those man was not meant to know.
Of the sounds streaming from him, a few can be understood:
Zuma,
D'Hara,
Inspection.
Yh'gh'th
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Roleplaying Event
Message sent to everyone in the vicinity of Paisly (6 recipients) - 5 days, 18 hours, 19 minutes ago
As an unnatural fog sets in on the streets and surroundings of Paisly, reports slowly trickle out from the few souls still living in the area that a humanoid beast, with antlers of a deer, scales of a fish, claws of an eagle, and the tail of a lizard, is now stalking the desolate streets.
Yh'gh'th
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Report from Pawl Paxwax
Message sent to all nobles of D'Hara (14 recipients) - 4 days, 6 hours, 50 minutes ago
Fellow nobles,
I have received reports from the docks that today a dying man landed our shores, madly speaking a few words regarding Zuma and an inspection on D'Hara.
As per the talks I had with the Zuma lord in Nightmarch, such a topic has been discussed. What we agreed together was that before the Zuma would have full faith in D'Hara, leading to the signing of a Peace treaty, they would first want to inspect it first, from the vicinity of Paisly. Probably one of the Daimon lords has reached Paisly and that is why we are heaving these reports of strange things happening there.
Therefor I advise that we wait a bit until we conduct other attacks on Paisly.
Sir Kyryn Kye, if you do meet the Zuma on your travel to Paisly, please be polite and do not engage them, as they have been peaceful for now with the humans.
My clear intention is to have a Peace treaty with them, so we don't want to put such a thing at risk.
United we are strong,
Pawl Paxwax
Dragon King of D'Hara
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Letter from Kyryn Kye JeVondair
Message sent to all nobles of D'Hara (14 recipients) - 4 days, 23 hours, 40 minutes ago
Your Majesty,
I am in Port Raviel with a few trusted bodyguards. I'll proceed to Paisley and ply my skills among what people remain. Surely they will have some knowledge to offer the Dragon Crown.
Signed,
Sir Kyryn Kye JeVondair
Knight of Port Nebel
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Roleplay from Yh'gh'th
Message sent to everyone in Paisly (3 recipients) - 3 days, 17 hours, 41 minutes ago
Certainly, as it was stated, a towering nine foot humanoid beast soon began wandering around the city square of Paisly, occasionally stopping to take an interest in a piece of rubble, and abandoned thing, or one of the buildings lining the square's edge.
Her form was as only nominally humanoid, appearing to have two arms, two legs, and something resembling a human face, but that was where the similarities stopped. Her skin was composed of something akin to fish scales, shining a myriad of colors as the moonlight reached them through the fog. What you may call her "fingers" ended in claws. From atop her head antlers, as if of a deer, sprouted and went a couple feet further above and behind her. And a tail swayed idly behind her, balancing her form as she leaned towards things.
Even to call her a her was more a guess than anything, as the form she took was largely androgynous.
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Roleplay from Miralion Metanoia
Message sent to everyone in Paisly (3 recipients) - 3 days, 15 hours, 59 minutes ago
This was Miralion's first time talking to something "not human".
Miralion was fearful for his life, as a young knight he did not expected to have such an encouter so early in his life.
Still, Miralion was firm and did not show any signs of fear.
Miralion was very apprehensive to know what the creature could teach him.
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Roleplay from Yh'gh'th
Message sent to everyone in Paisly (3 recipients) - 3 days, 12 hours, 24 minutes ago
She watched Miralion's approach to the square, rising from her sitting position and walking towards him. It was always interesting to see how mortals would react to her presence, and though this was not her true form, it was still inhuman, and towered over most humans by 50% or more.
When she was within a reasonable auditory distance, she spoke, her words measured.
"Your message has been read and understood." Her voice spoke, rows of sharp teeth appearing between her words, betraying the otherwise human-shaped facial features, "For this visit, you may address me as Kyomi, as it has a nice tune to it and you lack the capability to pronounce my true name."
"I am here to judge, but I shall leave it to you how things proceed." She declared, leaving it to the mortal what happened next. Whether they remained here or went to the isles, mattered little to her, though it probably mattered to D'Hara.
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Letter from Miralion Metanoia
Message sent to everyone in Paisly (3 recipients) - 3 days, 16 hours, 11 minutes ago
Yh'gh'th of Zuma,
I, Miralion of D'Hara, welcome you and all Zuma into our glorious realm.
Please, be very welcome, our King awaits your visit.
Throughout your inspection I will accompany you in case you need any assistance.
In service,
Miralion Metanoia
Knight of Port Raviel
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Roleplay from Yh'gh'th
Message sent to everyone in Paisly (3 recipients) - 3 days, 12 hours, 29 minutes ago
She watched Miralion's approach to the square, rising from her sitting position and walking towards him. It was always interesting to see how mortals would react to her presence, and though this was not her true form, it was still inhuman, and towered over most humans by 50% or more.
When she was within a reasonable auditory distance, she spoke, her words measured.
"Your message has been read and understood." Her voice spoke, rows of sharp teeth appearing between her words, betraying the otherwise human-shaped facial features, "For this visit, you may address me as Kyomi, as it has a nice tune to it and you lack the capability to pronounce my true name."
"I am here to judge, but I shall leave it to you how things proceed." She declared, leaving it to the mortal what happened next. Whether they remained here or went to the isles, mattered little to her, though it probably mattered to D'Hara.
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Roleplay from Miralion Metanoia
Message sent to everyone in Paisly (3 recipients) - 2 days, 23 hours, 34 minutes ago
Chatting in the ruins:
O' Great Kyomi,
Your generosity for not slaying me is godlike and I have written a short poem to thank you, Almighty be Kyomi.
-Your greatness stuns me,
-Your form is glorious,
-And your presence is absolute.
-When you walks the sun shines,
-When you talk the stars listen,
-When you breathe, your blessings we receive.
-Use me as your servant,
-I will follow you to the end of my days,
-Take me under your wing, as D'hara gift.
I hope it does not bored you, Your Greatness Kyomi
I am here to serve
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Roleplay from Yh'gh'th[/size] [/font][/size][/size]Message sent to everyone in Paisly (3 recipients)[/size][/color] - 2 days, 10 hours, 16 minutes ago
"While I find your... poetry, to be... not entirely inaccurate, that is not why I am here." Kyomi eventually spoke, a few seconds after receiving Miralion's 'gift'. "My obligations to the Zuma mean that, while it would be interesting to pursue your desires further, I am here to evaluate D'Hara's desire to be our voice to the others of your kind."
"As such," she declared, "shall we be remaining in this town of shadows and spectres or shall we head for the isles where the rest of yours, and your leadership, reside, so that may be try their hand at convincing me?"
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Roleplay from Miralion Metanoia[/size] [/font][/size][/size]Message sent to all nobles of D'Hara (14 recipients)[/size][/color] - 2 days, 5 hours, 18 minutes ago
"As you wish, great Kyomi"*Replied Miralion
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Roleplay from Kyryn Kye JeVondair
Message sent to everyone in Paisly (3 recipients) - 2 days, 1 hour, 20 minutes ago
"If it is a voice you seek, Kyomi of the Zuma, then perhaps you'd do better with one who has trained his entire life in its use?"
Kyryn Kye JeVondair appeared out of the fog that had enshrouded the city of Paisly to lean against a convenient column and crossed his arms. He was richly dressed in the dramatic crimson sable of his house. The golden Lion of the JeVondairs was halved with the Dragon of D'Hara upon his breast, announcing his identity to those who dealt in power and connections as surely as any official seal. He wore no armor, for he was not a man of war and even if he had been, that was not the message he intended to send. Creatures of power like the Zuma, he reasoned, would not likely be impressed by any mortal display, and surely a human dressed as if expecting a fight would, at best, be considered....cute.
So instead Kryrn chose his formal courtly wear of the latest Lurian imperial court fashion: A black frock coat with brass buttons shined to a gleaming gold covered a matching waistcoat which itself was layered over a long-sleeved, white ruffled cotton shirt, cinched at the waist by a vibrant crimson sash whose tail fluttered at his hip where a sword might have been. The sharpest thing on him was the razor line of his black goatee against his dusky light-brown skin. Matching black pants and leather riding boots completed the ensemble. He wore no hat, preferring to display the intricate braidwork to which his people, the sandborn of the Desert of Silhouettes, were known. The braids worked complicated patterns against the top and side of his skull before trailing off in a mane about his neck and shoulders. He looked at once to be the epitome of high culture and wildness. Indeed, the tailored cut and ostentation of his wardrobe almost distracted the eye from his thickening mid-section.
"I am Kyryn Kye JeVondair. My mother once ruled the lands to the north, my father ruled those to the East. One of my aunts came back from the dead, the other talks to a God. My sister founded a kingdom. All of them have driven history while I...I am here and at your service." Kyryn swept into a courtly bow from the waist and lower even than he would have human monarch. "I bear with me the compliments of the Dragon King and the curiosity of his Court. His Majesty, in his wisdom, has afforded me this opportunity because I see this-" he gestured as he straightened, the move at once encompassing his surroundings and specifically Kyomi, "as a chance to drive history, as my other kin have. It would therefore be my very great honor, Kyomi of the Zuma, to place my skills and knowledge at your discretion in the name of My King and Country. May I approach?" His eyes shifted between Sir Miralion, whom he had never met, and the towering Daimoness.
"Unless I am interrupting, that is?
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Roleplay from Miralion Metanoia[/size] [/font][/size][/size]Message sent to everyone in Paisly (4 recipients)[/size][/color] - 1 day, 21 hours, 16 minutes ago
Miralion was suspicious of Courtier Kyryn, as no order, except from the King himself, have arrived.Miralion proceeded:
Couriter Karen, King Pawl has sent me express orders to accompany Great Kyomi to Port Raviel.
Miralion was very suspicious that Kyryn, she may be an spy or infiltrator of an enemy realm trying to sabotage the alliance between D'Hara and Zuma, and for that he was always ready with one hand at his sword.
Despite being new, Miralion knew about the mischiefs of the JeVondair's and how they insist to come back from the dead.
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Roleplay from Kyryn Kye JeVondair
Message sent to everyone in Paisly (4 recipients) - 1 day, 21 hours, 48 minutes ago
A moment passed as both man and daimonn sized him up. Kharyn, a trained diplomat, whethered their appraisal evenly and returned the gesture in kind, sparing but a moment on the human knight to instead regard the daimoness. She, if indeed "she" even had a gender, was unlike anything he had ever seen before. It was fascinating, he thought now, to hear a voice of any kind coming from a creature so exotic as to appear bestial. Nevertheless, he recovered swiftly enough, and then he recovered two envelopes, one green and one red, from his inner-vest pocket, flashing them between thumb and forefinger.
"Sir Miralion of Raviel I presume?" He said without taking his eyes from the Zuma. "The Lord General has commanded your return home. Your orders have just arrived." He waggled the appropriate red envelope. "It is never wise to keep a Kinsey waiting..."
"And this one-" he continued, speaking now to the Zuma as he flipped his wrist to display the green envelope, "-this is a letter of invitation from His Majesty. I am aware of the contents, though I have not read it, and the seal remains unbroken."
Kyryn waited then for the Zuma to speak. She hadn't, after all, invited him to approach and Kyryn, unflappable though he appeared (or at least hoped he did) was not at all immune to the fear-inspiring presence of the envoy of Yh'gh'th.
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Roleplay from Kyryn Kye JeVondair[/size] [/font][/size][/size]Message sent to everyone in Paisly (4 recipients)[/size][/color] - 1 day, 18 hours, 38 minutes ago
Kyryn pursed his lips, his expression one of disapproval.
"Did you not haer me, Sir? My name is 'Ki-rin'" he pronounced slowly. "Kharen is my royal sister, and I haven't the foggiest who Karen might be but I'm sure she's a lovely woman." Kyryn emphasized the ennunciation of the gender as he raised the red envelope and, with a flick of his wrist, sent it spinning towards Miralion.Orders from Jean Luc Kinsey
Message sent to all nobles of D'Hara (14 recipients) - 3 hours, 18 minutes ago
Margrave Decimus, Sir Miralion, you too. Please return to Port Raviel.
Jean Luc Kinsey
Lord General of D'Hara
Margrave of Nebel
Marshal of the Dragon LegionThat was sent to the entire realm, my goodman. As I said you've been ordered home. Do run along now, unless you've another sonnet of devotion you'd like to share? If not, I believe the realm would benefit greatly from showing our...guest just how...tractable D'Haran's can be..."
Kyryn's tone was innocent, polished, but his words were a non-to-subtle rebuke, and the general's orders hung above them like a sword that might fall at any moment.
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Roleplay from Yh'gh'th
Message sent to everyone in Paisly (4 recipients) - 1 day, 18 hours ago
The one named 'Kyryn Kye JeVondair' announced himself, then displayed his respect, and then proceeded to argue? debate? No... bicker, mostly likely, with the overly enthusiastic one, before offering a missive, and bickering some more.
Kyomi, for her part, grabbed the envelope between two of her forward claws of her right hand, though it seemed to simply stop existing once it left the hand of Kyryn.
She watched the back and forth for a moment before simply walking towards the port. "Your sovereign has invited me to his court, and warned me of you both. At his behest, I shall not judge you too harshly. Come, before this land of ghosts keeps us longer."
A couple steps further, it dawned on her. Perhaps they were lovers. She was pretty sure they were both male, but a secret tryst alone in an abandoned city, it wasn't the oddest thing she'd heard of. This could be how things start for them. The thought would probably keep her amused until Port Raviel.
"Tell me," she spoke without warning, a very sly look on her face as she said it, though she looked at neither in particular, "have either of you ever considered, each other?"
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Roleplay from Kyryn Kye JeVondair[/size] [/font][/size][/size]Message sent to everyone in Paisly (4 recipients)[/size][/color] - 1 day, 17 hours, 46 minutes ago
[/size]"My...Lady..." Kyryn began with a sly smile of his own, the only defensive reaction his lizard brain to imagin to counter the sheer terror of the daimoness's cracked contenance...sarcasm. "I know not if they have anything so mundane as wealth where you are from, but I assure you, I would be beyond the means of such a one."
Humor, from a daimon? Kyryn began to think this trip would be more interesting than he'd thought...[/color][/size]Roleplaying Event
Message sent to everyone in the vicinity of Paisly (10 recipients) - just in
Just as unnaturally as it had appeared a few days ago, the fog that had blanketed Paisly began to simply drift into the sea and vanish. Whatever had kept it there, seemed to be departing.[/color][/size]
Kyryn flinched as the fog suddenly, mystically swept away. He'd never seen anything like it, and he blinked a few times to test his vision. After a moment, he recovered. He'd just...ignore it, for now. "Ahem, In any case, if [/color][/size]you[/color][/size] are prepared to proceed, Lady Zuma, a D'Haran ship awaits us at the ferry port this way..." Kyryn inclined his head over his shoulder from the direction he'd come[/color]
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Roleplay from Miralion Metanoia[/size] [/font][/size][/size]Message sent to everyone in Paisly (4 recipients)[/size][/color] - 1 day, 17 hours, 59 minutes ago
Miralion headed to glorious Yh'gh'th and said-With haste, my glorious liege.
Miralion proceed to mark the engravings at the welcome sign of Paisly.
The engravings recorded the events of the day and the alliance between Zuma and D'Hara.
There were only two names recorded, Almighty Yh'gh'th next to an engraving of the Zuma Flag right below was Brave Miralion next to an engraving of the D'haran Flag.
Maybe as a mistake the name of Kyryn was left out.
There was also a long text, detailing how this moment changed mankind forever in an alliance of love and trust.
Signed by Miralion Metanoia.
Miralion ordered all his archers to drop their armor and scavange for metal.
Once there was enough metal, Miralion ordered his cauldron master to prepare a forge and anvil.
To turn what was only stone engravings, into a metal monument.
Miralion once again proceeded to Yh'gh'th and said:-Now we must seal our bond.
Miralion draw his cerimonial dagger out and slashed the palm of his right hand open.
Miralion turned to Yh'gh'th and offered the blade with his left hand and waited for the almighty creature to sign a blood pact with him.
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Roleplay from Kyryn Kye JeVondair
Message sent to everyone in Paisly (4 recipients) - 1 day, 15 hours, 48 minutes ago
Kyryn did his best not to gag, though it wasn't the daimon that disgusted him so much as the spineless, child-like obsequiousness with which his fellow D'Haran "knight" cavorted. Not for the first time, he regretted not pursuing a loftier title. As a count or baron, at least, he would have been able to damn well order the boy away. But even as Kyryn's irritation threatened to flare into outright anger, he released it. Miralion seemed to be keeping the daimoness somewhat entertained at least. Who knows, maybe she'd even take the poor lame-headed bastard up on his baleful offer and lay claim to his heart...literally. Desipite himself, Kyryn's lips cracked into a true grin of genuine humor, but he schooled himself back to a more somber repose.
"Uh...hmm..Mistress Kyomi," Kyryn said after a moment struggling to decide on an appropriate mode of address. "If you'll follow me, the ferry boat awaits."
Not knowing what else to do in this situation, Kyryn half-turned and waited to see if she would follow. He did not approve of the King, his Duke's, decsion to invite the daimon to the isle Kyryn's father had once ruled. He thought the idea rash and had told the King as much, who knows who was out there watching. The news would surely spread, one way or another, and he worried about where that might lead. However, from his interaction thus far with the daimon, he did not think such conversation would interest her at all, particularly when her attention had already been...contaminated by Miralion's jester-like antics. He sighed, attempting to master both his frustration and the ever present, gut churning fear of the creature's otherworldy presence, and was thankful at least that didn't have rank after all, placing these decisions safely above his well-bred neck. The boat was not far, just east aways, but Kyryn was highly conscious of the many many ways any diplomatic meeting could go awry, and that was just among the various Human tribes.
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Roleplay from Yh'gh'th
Message sent to everyone in Paisly (4 recipients) - 1 day, 17 hours, 22 minutes ago
At first, Kyomi was likely to simply ignore Miralion's... quirkiness, chalking it up to some sort of divine worship or some similar thought process she cared not of, but then it dawned on her.
"Miralion, certainly there are orders to these things among your kind. Some will build nests, others will find the most spherical pebble, and others yet will joust. This too has an order." She began, giving the man a sly look, before glancing over to Miralion, "Besides, Kyryn here would get jealous. And we wouldn't want that. As such, I shall be joining him on his vessel for the journey to Raviel. So he doesn't feel left out."
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Roleplay from Miralion Metanoia
Message sent to everyone in Paisly (4 recipients) - 1 day, 17 hours, 43 minutes ago
Miralion was speechless and quickly hid his bloody hand.
He ordered his men to set sail to Port Raviel, passing by Kyryn, while she was looking at Miralion, Miralion showed her his tongue as offending her deeply.
Roleplay from Miralion Metanoia
Message sent to everyone in Paisly (4 recipients) - 1 day, 16 hours, 41 minutes ago
While waiting for the ship to get ready, Miralion share's his heart with Kyomi
-Glorious Kyomi, D'Hara will be at your feet.
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Letter from Miralion Metanoia
Message sent to all nobles of D'Hara (14 recipients) - 1 day, 16 hours, 50 minutes ago
D'Harans,
I am bringing Glorious Kyomi to Port Raviel.
This is the beginning of a new era.
D'Hara is the tip of the spear in a new age for all mankind.
Glorious Kyomi is expecting to see everyone bow to her at her arrival.
Note: Make sure to wear fancy pants.
Post-Note: It is the full bow, no half bow.
For D'Hara,
Miralion Metanoia
Knight of Port Raviel
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Report from Pawl Paxwax[/size] [/font][/size][/size]Message sent to all nobles of D'Hara (14 recipients)[/size][/color] - 23 hours, 28 minutes ago
Fellow nobles,
The so called Kyomi, a Zuma daemon representative, has just arrived in Port Raviel, as if carried by mist.
I ask you that you don't interact with her (apparently of female form) and leave the discussion aspects to me. The Zuma Lord has sent Kyomi as an Emissary, to observe D'Hara further and determine if it makes sense for the Zuma to trust us enough to sign a Peace treaty.
Sir Miralion, I am not sure what happened to you in Paisly, however I can assure you and everyone within our realm, that no bowing is needed nor requested. Hopefully that you've now returned back home you will also return to your normal behavior expected from a D'Haran noble which isn't easily impressed by other creatures or beasts, no matter how impressive they may be.
We shall all stand TALL here, as proud D'Harans that we are, just as our ancestors were too, heirs to the Dragon Throne and the Tomb Isles, while representing Humanity in front of the Zuma.
And though you've taken our Lord General's words as insults, please understand that he meant no disrespect while speaking the truth: your first loyalty, just like everyone's else within D'Hara, lies to D'Hara and to me.
Also, the orders he gave aren't in any way divergent with the ones I gave you. I've requested that you invite and accompany Kyomi to Port Raviel, while the Lord General has ordered you to return to D'Hara. And at the moment you've actually successfully followed both, having returned to D'Hara while accompanying Kyomi. And for this I thank you.
I hope this clarifies any potential misunderstanding which may have appeared between the recent letters we've all exchanged.
Sir Kyryn Kye, I thank you for reporting the discussions which occurred in Paisly, as weird as they may have been. And thank you for sharing my invitation to the Zuma representative.
Now, these being said, I shall start the talks with Kyomi and will keep you all updated on how things progress.
United we are strong,
Pawl Paxwax
Dragon King of D'HaraRoyal of D'HaraDuke of RavielMargrave of Port Raviel
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Letter from Kyryn Kye JeVondair[/size] [/font][/size][/size]Message sent to all nobles of D'Hara (14 recipients)[/size][/color] - 22 hours, 36 minutes ago
Many thanks for your acknowledgement, Your Majesty.
I have also taken the liberty of corresponding with my aunt, the Oracle Rania, in Beluaterra. It will be some days before a ship can return with her reply, I am sure, but there is no mortal alive that knows more about daimons than she. Though i doubt many are aware of her work, she authored The Daimonomicon (http://wiki.battlemaster.org/index.php/Heralds%20of%20Obeah/The%20Daimonomicon) last year and I am quite certain she will will place great value on anything we might learn from the Zuma's visit. She will be particularly interested in any habits, physical or otherwise, Kyomi expresses.
Signed,
Sir Kyryn Kye JeVondair
Knight of Port Nebel
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Roleplay from Yh'gh'th
Message sent to all nobles in Port Raviel (5 recipients) - 20 hours, 3 minutes ago
Kyomi, as Yh'gh'th had taken to calling herself, stood on the deck of the ferry as it came into port, her form drawing the attention of many before they either: stopped what they were doing to stare, dropped what they were doing and ran, or started praying to... the stars? Was she sensing that correctly? Kyomi made a mental note of that, mostly to find out which ones in particular. The act of praying was not, it itself, unexpected. Most things did something similar when confronted with something of her form. She was a three meter (nine foot) tall humanoid that had sharp teeth, presently aqua-ish scales for skin, talon-like claws on the ends of her fingers, a lizard-like tail, and antlers that added an additional ninth or so to her height, after all. And to make it even odder, she had a somewhat human looking face, of all things.
"Kyryn Kye JeVondair" she spoke, suspecting he was nearby enough to hear her, "Your Pawl has invited me to join you all for dinner, though he did not specify where."
"If perhaps you knew, and since you seem to be able to maintain yourself in my presence, an escort would be preferred."
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Roleplay from Kyryn Kye JeVondair
Message sent to all nobles in Port Raviel (5 recipients) - 18 hours, 55 minutes ago
Port Raviel was familiar and comfortable to Kyryn. He'd be born in the keep and though he'd done most of his growing-up in the Lurian Court, he had spent the vast majority of his time in D'Hara as a courtier supporting his father's former fief. He had met with the people, dined with them, heard their woes and communicated them to the appropriate authorities. He'd even gotten drunk with a merchant or two upon occasion to celebrate the success of a hard-negotiated deal or marriage, or both. He knew this place. Which was why the shouts of alarm were even more out of place then they otherwise would have been.
He could hardly imagine why.
Kyryn had thought his work as the Dragon King's...intermediary had ended when he'd delivered the invitation to the daimoness. But it didn't occur to him until it was too late that perhaps it would fall under the heading of Bad Idea to have the Zuma wander about the city and hope she wound up anywhere near where the King would be. For all he knew, she might wander into a local temple, and wouldn't THAT be something?
To avoid the potential panic a 3 meter daimon walking around in public might cause, he'd hired a few of the burliest ferrymen to take the Ferry's only lifeboat mid-transit in hopes of arriving in time to secure some manner of transportation for the Zuma. Naturally, for so large a...woman...a simple carriage would not do. Kyryn was no craftsman, but even he could see the Kylio's animalistic bulk would be, at best, an uncomfortable fit. Upon arriving at the port, Kyryn spoke with the more prominent drivers. Their carts and wagons were built for cargo, which guaranteed the King's guest would have room to arrange herself comfortably. It was ludicrous, he thought to himself, that he was worried about the comfort of a daimon. But Kyryn had a very acute sense of self-preservation, and it would be another Bad Idea to deliver her to the king after the foul mood that a poor ride might cause. Some noblewoman, he knew, took offense at every cobblestone they felt their carriages hit. Carriages, not draft carts with no suspension whatsoever. Of those he found, all were filthy with constant use, splintered and worn with little thought given to comfort. If the King didn't call for his head, she might.
Thus Kyryn found himself in his own personal carriage escorted through the docks and screams by a few JeRavosi mounted guard and thundered toward the towering, dark figure standing at the Ferry's edge. It was a gorgeous thing. Kyryn had spent a princely amount on commissioning it for his use while in the Empire, and refused to part with it. Another small fortune had been spent on getting it here. It was painted black with a crimson interior and lustrous upholstery. Everything that could be brass, was brass. Silk curtains were drawn out of the way so that Kyryin could see. It was, however, his personal carriage, and Kyryn, for all his breeding, was a prince only in name. That meant that for all his ostentation, he could only afford a relatively small conveyance, and while his carriages four wheeled-frame was indeed larger than the single-seat two wheelers favored by eastern merchants, it was only meant for two and the two horses that were hitched, while well bred, were both mares and on the smaller side at that. Kyryn hadn't counted on the need to entertain more than a single guest at once, so his two-seat carriage was far cry smaller than four or even eight-seaters drawn by as many fine stallions he'd seen the wealthiest nobles use. But it was all he had, and it would have to do. "OUT OF THE BLOODY DAMN WAY!" The JeRavosi Captain, a powerfully-built woman named Trajonia, bellowed. "DRAGON KING BUSINESS!"
With 8 mounted troops and a carriage being driven so quickly its many-spoked wheels skidded across the cobbles, the peasants and workers of the Port Raviel more than got the message, moving and diving out of the way. A subdued part of Kyryn's mind wondered if the crown would reimburse him if any of the stupendous amount of near-misses found a mark. The rest of him was inordinately grateful for the captain's deft handling of the crowd. Trajonia had known what to look for, and it was not long at all before the group had found Kylio, cordoned off a space around her, and pulled Kyryn's carriage up before her.
The carriage was still skidding as Kyryn flung the door wide and, smothering her trepidation with professionalism, held his hand out to Kylio. It would be an uncomfortably tight fit, but fit they would. And the sooner he delivered her to the King, the better...
"Welcome to Port Raviel, My Lady."
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Roleplay from Yh'gh'th
Message sent to all nobles in Port Raviel (5 recipients) - 18 hours, 11 minutes ago
"Your Lady?" Kyomi mused, both at the words and the carriage that Kyryn Kye JeVondair had requisitioned. "Dangerous words."
While the sly smile from before had returned, likely to Kyryn Kye JeVondair's dismay, she had found herself unsure of what to do with his hand offered. Certainly, she understood the intent, the purpose of it, but she wasn't that unable. There was also the claws...
"Your welcome is noted," she began, making her way inside the carriage on her own, without much difficulty at that. It was as if the carriage itself had bent around them, but that made no sense at it certainly did not appear to be damaged or warped in any way after her entrance. "Though, if it's not too much trouble, may I ask you to ride with the driver? I'd appreciate some time alone to... recenter myself."
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Roleplay from Kyryn Kye JeVondair
Message sent to all nobles in Port Raviel (5 recipients) - 14 hours, 10 minutes ago
Sitting knee to knee with a living, breathing thing of legend...and nightmare...was an experience to say the least. Kyryn had not been dismayed when Kyomi had declined his hand. Indeed, he'd made the gesture out of habitual manners, not that he had any idea what else he might have done. It wasn't as though he could actually assist, much less pull her her up into the carriage. And then there were those claws...
Belatedly, he realized that daimoness seemed to hesitate, perhaps considering the same thing before she...flowed into the carriage. Though she grew no smaller and the carriage no longer, she not only entered without trouble, but seemed to make herself comfortable was she settled in. Kyryn knew he couldn't keep the shock from his face as the magic of her nature asserted itself at her whim. The only thing he could liken it to was one of the optical illusions his tutors had paraded for him as a boy. But Kryrn knew exactly what his carriage could and could not do, and Kylio's non-euclidean action was almost literally painful to think about in any great details.
When asked about the experience later, Kyryn would be unable to recall the many details and sensations of being so close to her. And he would always think that a curiosity he'd more or less attributed to shock. But for now, at the present moment, when the Zuma asked for some privacy, he obliged as if it had been his own idea as he stumbled out while doing his level best to avoid contact. He did not realize until he shooed his driver into he passenger seat and took the reigns for himself that he'd been holding his breath. He released it explosively, taking big, heaving gulps of the fetid, fishy dockside air.
"To the Castle, milord?" Captain Trajonia suggested after a moment and Kryrn nodded, collecting himself and snapping the reigns. The carriage lurched forward, its two mares clearly struggling at unfamiliar weight of the unfamiliar occupant. Before long, however, they were trotting briskly along the cobbles. Normally, a carriage might take an hour or more to reach the Keep that loomed upon the seacliffs overlooking the Port. With Trajonia and her JeRavosi to clear the way, however, Kyryn was sure they would make it in half the time.
As he drove, Kyryn realized that he'd placed himself in a position of at least some utility with the Zuma Envoy, and he wondered if she would call on his services after delivering her to the keep in which he himself had been born. Even now, he didn't really know how he felt about that, whether it was a good or bad thing. Furthermore, he wondered if his King might have similar thoughts regarding one Kyryn Kye JeVondair.
One thing for certain, whatever came to pass would interesting, to say the least.
He urged the horses on with greater speed, and the party cut through the city at a smart pace. The Dragon Court awaited...
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Report from Pawl Paxwax[/size] [/font][/size][/size]Message sent to all nobles of D'Hara (14 recipients)[/size][/color] - 23 hours, 14 minutes ago
Report from Pawl Paxwax
Message sent to all nobles in Port Raviel (5 recipients) - just in
Greetings Kyomi,
And welcome to D'Hara!
As already previously discussed with Lord Xuveziq during my visit in Nightmarch, know that the inspection to which himself and I agreed upon is welcomed.
It pleases me having you here, in Port Raviel, inside D'Hara, so that you can observe first hand how the D'Haran nobles live, judging for yourself our nature and the values we stand for.
Before we continue however, please know that humans sometime tend to act a bit strange while venturing into the Zuma regions or even while in the presence of Zuma daemons. So don't be surprised if some of my nobles will have similar symptoms with you around. Should this happen, please don't worry, as I shall instruct them to leave us alone here, so that we can continue our talks without any interruptions.
Now having said that, as it's already late and since you've traveled a long way from home, please let me show you our hospitality. Let us join for dinner, so we can talk more and get to know each other better.
Regards,
Pawl Paxwax
Dragon King of D'Hara
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Roleplay from Yh'gh'th
Message sent to all nobles in Port Raviel (5 recipients) - 13 hours, 10 minutes ago
Kyomi was pleased that he'd acquiesced to her request, it'd have been something of a trouble otherwise, and might've broken the poor man. As the cart started to roll away she closed the curtains and set to work. She wasn't precisely sure how long she'd have, and she wasn't precisely sure what she wanted to do, but she did know that her current form was not conducive to dinner as she did not plan on making dinner of D'Harans, or at least not yet anyways.
First the antlers, which were already a problem inside the carriage's cabin, with a wave of her claws over them they curved and shortened to such a degree that they barely went over her head, more just barely rising above it and over the crest. Next, the claws, of which she thought for a moment before they, and much else were changed. The tail was troublesome, perhaps, and while she liked it, it'd have to go as well. The more she tweaked, the more she lost herself to it, and before long she lost track of time as she worked.
When they arrived at wherever it was they were going--Kyomi still wasn't sure--and someone outside knocked on the carriage's door, a different, though not entirely dissimilar sounding reply came, "One moment."
Kyomi put the last finishing touches on her new appearance, before opening the door and hopping down.
This was apparently less expected than seeing her previous form extract themselves. Certainly, no one expected a three meter daimon to hop, least of all out of a carriage. But three meters she was no more, and her looks were hopefully now much more acceptable.
Coming to a landing, she flailed her hands a little, now mostly human with only a few scales on the back of them, apparently having misjudged the momentum involved. Coming back to stand, she continued on to fix her light auburn hair and push it back behind her head and around her somewhat more white antlers, though it barely reached past her shoulders. And on her shoulders rested the straps and sleeves of a relatively simple aqua colored sleeved dress, which while loose enough for her to hop in, did go down to just a few inches above the ground.
This all made much more sense once the expectations one had of what would exit the carriage caught up with the reality of there instead being a cute little girl with small antlers that looked no older than six and not much more than a meter and a tenth tall (around 3 foot 9 inches).
Having properly found her balance, fixed her hair, and then made sure her dress was good, Kyomi looked up at Kyryn, and let out an excited, "To dinner!"
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Roleplay from Kyryn Kye JeVondair
Message sent to all nobles in Port Raviel (6 recipients) - 11 hours, 32 minutes ago
"TO DINNER!!" The child-like creature bellowed and Kryrn felt his heart nearly stop...this disconcertingly mismatched dichotmoy of such a big, terrible roar coming from the clearly alien, but definitely more girlish, formerly wyvern-sized daimoness.
Kylio, evidently, had forgotten to adjust her daimonic voice to match the less imposing figure she'd conjured.
"Wha..? Wh-..." Kyryn began, stammering. After he'd knocked, he'd already had his hand out in the wrote, courtly manner of a gentleman same as before. Kyryn was a mentally flexible man with a reasonably, at least in his opwn opinion, powerful mind. He'd use the ride to come to terms with the fact that he had a monstrous daimoness all-but on his back. He'd ready himself, prepared, but nothing could have sufficiently insulated him against the entirely unexpected, and so he stood their, rooted in place as Kylio recognized her...tell, and seemed to swallow deeply. A lump the size of a frog expanded her throat as it went down, and then she burped lightly. When she spoke again, her voice matched her appearance.
"To dinner!" She repeated, her voice matching the exuberant of children she'd no-doubt seen in the streets as they drove by. This time she took his hand, and the shock of contact shook him from the spell.
"I...erm...of course, Lady Kylio." Kyryn began, at a loss of what to do with the claimed appendage. He looked around, thankful for the noise of a trafficked castle and the fact that his guards, and everyone else for that matter, had granted the Kings guest a damned lot of elbow room. Which, of course, left Kyryn rather stranded. With no convenient options presenting themselves, he sighed, squared his shoulders, and turned into the keep with the little "girl" in tow.
Port Raviel was a mighty city, and had served as D'Hara's capital on more than one occasion, like back in his father's day. As such, it was more palace than keep. Oh, the bones of the old fortress was still there, beneath the new marble sheathing and ornamental gardens. The elegant gates still bore strong portcullises and artful arrow slits, and for every silk-bedecked courtier (many of whom Kyryn had come to know), for every one of them their was at least two soldiers out about the duties befitting defenders of a nation at war. Since his return to D'Hara, Kyryn had kept largely out of the public spotlight, preferring his work to the intrigues near the throne or the fires of war at the front. As such, he'd rarely every ventured to the "keep." Nevertheless, old memories died hard, and his sure feet took him to where he was certain the King would be. Where every Ravalian Duke had been to greet guests of import.
The Throne Room.
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Roleplay from Yh'gh'th
Message sent to all nobles in Port Raviel (6 recipients) - just in
"I...erm...of course, Lady Kylio." He eventual replied, before offering his hand once again. This time, Kyomi accepted, mostly as she thought it amusing. Something about a mortal leading a daimon around by the hand made her giggle. Though she was curious why she was being called 'Kylio'. Her name was Kyomi. Did he get confused somehwere along the line?
She had sensed that something other than her was making him apprehensive, possibly relating to this structure they had arrived at, and she was curious to see what that was. Perhaps she would force a confrontation if she could figure out the source of it. Growth was important to mortals, if she recalled correctly.
The palace itself was mostly uninteresting to her. Marble, fancy gardens, silk robed workers, it was all mundane to her. Architecture, well, that she just thought was a boring topic. Bureaucracy didn't fare much better in her mind.
"Are we there yet?" She inquired of her guide, having grown impatient.
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Roleplay from Kyryn Kye JeVondair
Message sent to all nobles in Port Raviel (6 recipients) - just in
"Just a bit more, if you'll indulge me." Kyryn replied to his diminutive charge. If he was being honest, he had expected at least some form of greeting either from the Dragon King himself or one of the high nobility, but none came. Either his Majesty wanted Kyomi's presence kept secret, or else everyone knew and were staying well-enough away. He assumed it was the latter, though his reasons for doing so were rooted less in logic and more in bitterness. When his father had ruled, the religion of Verdi Elementum, the faith of the elements, was the faith of the land. Lady Ellyn Coquard, who along with Aldrakar Renodin had adopted the Kye JeVondair twins as their wards to honor the memory of his father, had often told him of the industrious, independent, damn-all attitude of the Ravielan islanders. Thing's had changed since as Elementum waned and Astroism waxed in its place. Astroists, in Kyryn's decided opinion, were a flighty, capricious, superstitious bunch. In in that, he supposed, the emulated their vaunted "bloodstars" quite well. While he regarded Kyomi with a respectful, and, he wagered, healthy amount of fear, others like that crazed lout Sir Miralion had either prostrated themselves before her or fled in varying degrees of terror.
As the pair approached the great gates leading to the throne room, Kyryn regarded his charge. She did seem rather...nonchalant about the Dragon King's seat of power. She hadn't even asked about him other than to know where he could be found. Indeed, the daimoness asked surprisingly few questions at all for one who had professed a desire to learn and experience. She was an observant creature, astoundingly so, considering how effectively she'd altered herself. no doubt she was learnign quite a bit...and found it wanting. Then again, had he been the one visiting the Zuma, he might have put on similar airs, if only to seem confident. Still, she'd never once realesed his hand once she'd claimed it, perhaps castles and ceremony were less interesting to her than the people that comprised them? Or maybe she just didn't want him scurrying off like the others had ? That last thought was at least to kyryn anyway, surprisingly palatable to him...unless it's YOU she means to have for dinner, old chap! yet another thought intruded. Of course, who could guess at the mind of a daimon? Fortunately for the princely courtier's sanity, he did not have time to pry further as the doors to the throne were thrown open before him.
Much had changed in Dwilight over the many, many years since humans had settled the continent. The Throne Room, however, was not among them. It was placed in the part of the palace that overlooked the seacliffs that harbored the port. Dramatic, floor-to-ceiling windows at the far end behind the throne overlooked the crashing Sea of Silence. Trophies and banners of armies long forgotten lined the walls, as well as portraits of past rulers. To the side, a long table had been arranged, and piled high with various D'Haran delicacies, including the bloodmoon wine for which the Ravalian vineyards to the south were so widely famed. Cooks and servants scurried about in final preparations and Kyryn was pleased to see that the entire arrangement was meant to be lifted and moved to so that the feast might moved to the room's center with the King at its head at his whim right here instead of the long trek to the Great Hall. A red carpet ran the length of the room leading to the Dragon Throne, a work of gold artistry that captured the snarling visages of its namesake in the armrests. it's legs resembled actual scaled, clawed appendages artfully inlaid with ivory and pearl. Their eyes flashed as blue as the Sapphire Deep from whose shores they'd likely been mined in the first place. And upon that seat sat the undisputed ruler of humanity's west-most kingdom on Dwilight.
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Roleplay from Kyryn Kye JeVondair
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"Annoucning...um..." The Seneschal at the door floundered, but Kyryn lent his own voice to the rescue. "Announcing Her Eminence, Envoy Kyomi, Elucidator of-" he struggled with the unpronounceable name, "the Zuma." He finished somewhat smoothly. He'd made it all up of course. He had not had the time to instruct the daimoness in formal etiquette, much less inquire as to her titles! But he did the best he could. "She has arrived at the express invitation of his Royal Majesty Pawl, Dragon King of D'Hara, Duke of Raviel and Master of the Tomb Isles."
Kyryn's voice boomed with practiced confidence across the throne room. This, at least, was his element. And all he had to do was get through it without either of the most powerful beings in this little corner of the world deciding that they'd rather have his head than his services. All he had to do was get through this without either of them causing a major diplomatic incident and taking the blame out on one Kyryn Kye JeVondair. So, kyryn thought to himself, it falls to me to make sure she doesn't...mistake anything. I'm supposed to be her guide, after-all. i suppose that means social as well as geographical....
At that Kyryn bowed. As he did, he applied a slight pressure on Kyomi's hand indicating that she should step forward.
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Roleplay from Pawl Paxwax[/size] [/font][/size][/size]Message sent to all nobles in Port Raviel (8 recipients)[/size][/color] - 7 hours, 21 minutes ago
Pawl was waiting in his Dragon Throne Room, overlooking the sea cliffs that harbored the port. He was standing tall, looking down from his tower and analyzing the city's life.
He could tell that the people were louder today than usual, while at the same time some streets and areas of the port which were normally very vibrant were relatively quiet and empty today....as if people left them like that on purpose. Seeing this was making Pawl happy...knowing that the D'Harans were following his request, to try and avoid contact with the Zuma daemon, as it may have a potentially unwanted effect on them.
Suddenly one of his scouts quickly entered the room and notified the arrival of the Zuma daemon....warning Pawl that, surprisingly, she has changed form from the 3 meter monster it was to a small young lady, almost cute to see. Pawl nodded to the scout, as he understood the report and then waved his hand so that he could be left alone, so the scout quickly ran away just as he entered.
Not much longer after that, knocking was heard at the room doors, as his servants announced the arrival of guests. Pawl loudly told them to let them in.
So the very large and richly decorated elegant doors of the Dragon Throne room opened and his servants wanted to announce the arrival of 2 persons...Sir Kyryn Kye and a young....lady? However their voices stumbled somehow, as if something had made them swallow their tongues. Luckily enough though, Sir Kyryn Kye took initiative and made the proper formal introductions. So the guests started entering the Throne Room.
The Dragon King's personal guards, the best and bravest soldiers anyone could find on Dwilight, stood ready for anything, covering the entrance of the room, its every corners and of course also closely guarding the Dragon King's throne and the Dragon King himself. Their simple yet elegant armors, made of the strongest and yet most flexible metal available, all bearing the coat of arms of the Paxwax family, shined bright in the Sun's glowing sunset light which was filling the room through the very large, floor-to-ceiling windows, thus creating an impressive atmosphere.
They were all very brave men, which were all expecting a frightening 3 meters tall daemon. However, they weren't ready to see such a small creature, especially one resembling a young lady, so this confused them a bit, though certainly not enough to stop them from being on guard in case they had to intervene in any way to protect their Dragon King.
As Sir Kyryn Kye was finishing the announcement, Pawl approached his quests, while focusing his eyes on the Zuma daemon, to some extent being surprised while at the same time smiling to the young lady.
"Greetings Kyomi and welcome to D'Hara and to Port Raviel! Greetings! I am happy to finally see you once again!" Pawl loudly said, with a strong confident voice, all while looking Kyomi straight into the eyes.
"And welcome back Sir Kyryn Kye. Thank you for being kind enough to escort Kyomi through Port Raviel. This is certainly appreciated, by both myself and Kyomi, I am sure." he continued, while turning his gaze to his own subject and smiling. The Dragon King was happy to know that Kyryn had provided his services to their guest, thus in this way also offering the daemon a first impression of D'Hara's well-known hospitality.
Then the Dragon King continued: "Kyomi, I am sure you must be tired, thirsty and hungry. Please join me for dinner, as my servants have prepared quite a feast for us. Let us eat and drink and talk some more, so that we can get to know each other better. After all, we didn't really had the occasion of doing that well enough back when I was visiting your people in Nightmarch."
So then Pawl, with a hand gesture, instructed his servants to prepare everything so that they can properly sit down at the table, while briefly exchanging eye contact with Sir Kyryn Kye, notifying his subject that he can now retreat, leaving room for undisturbed dialogue between himself and the Zuma emissary.
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Roleplay from Yh'gh'th[/size] [/font][/size][/size]Message sent to everyone in Port Raviel (11 recipients)[/size][/color] - 1 hour, 13 minutes ago
After more walking than Kyomi would have preferred--perhaps it was the shorter legs--they finally arrived at the throne room. Kyryn Kye JeVondair's announcement of her arrival, for all it's decorum, went mostly ignored by the daimoness, the urge for her to step forward as well. Like the palace, it wasn't one of those things she really cared for.
"Greetings Kyomi and welcome to D'Hara and to Port Raviel! Greetings! I am happy to finally see you once again!" Pawl Paxwax said, with a strong confident voice, all while looking Kyomi straight into the eyes. Was he challenging him? Wait... were they secretly lovers, too? No, that didn't seem likely, though Kyomi did admit that she hadn't seem them argue yet. That was, in her experience, the best time to get to know someone: when they're arguing, with you or someone else.
"And welcome back Sir Kyryn Kye. Thank you for being kind enough to escort Kyomi through Port Raviel. This is certainly appreciated, by both myself and Kyomi, I am sure." Pawl continued, switching his gaze over to Kyomi, who had yet to let go of Kyryn Kye JeVondair's hand.
"Kyomi," he spoke, finally actually to the petite daimoness, "I am sure you must be tired, thirsty and hungry. Please join me for dinner, as my servants have prepared quite a feast for us. Let us eat and drink and talk some more, so that we can get to know each other better. After all, we didn't really had the occasion of doing that well enough back when I was visiting your people in Nightmarch."
The petite daimoness, cocked her head to the side a bit, thinking about what he said, and the room they were in, and who all was there. Pawl seemed to think himself equal with her, while superior to Kyryn, if she had followed what was being said properly. Kyryn, on the other hand, seemed to think himself inferior to them both.
"Hmm," she intoned, thinking for several more seconds after the sound left her.
"Kyryn Kye JeVondair shall join us." Kyomi declared with the voice of a six year old girl trying to sound serious, stepping forward and pulling Kyryn along with her, "Certainly, the hospitality of D'Hara could accomodate another guest at the table, for his presence would be beneficial to my investigation."
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Roleplay from Kyryn Kye JeVondair[/size] [/font][/size][/size]Message sent to everyone in Port Raviel (11 recipients)[/size][/color] - 46 minutes ago
Kyryn had already bowed in acknowledgement of the Dragon King's dismissal was already in the process of turning to leave them to their privacy, but jerked to a halt when Kyomi declared...no...demanded he should stay. Of course, that was not the reason for his arrested motion. The daimoness hadn't released his hand, and despite being triple, if not quadruped her current size, the diminutive daimoness hadn't moved at all. He might have had better luck tugging the hand of a marble statue, and he was sure his less-than-graceful recovery might have been humorous from any perspective other than that of one Kyryn Kye JeVondair.
While this was far from Kyryn's first time in the palace, it was his first time meeting Pawl Paxwax. He'd been surprised when the monarch rose from his throne and crossed the distance to greet them directly as it was something of a breech of protocol, but all Kyryn could do was meet his lieges gaze and shrug. Dictating to Kings and Daimons may not have been above his pedigree, but it was far, far above his pay range, and with that simple human gesture he informed the King that he was welcome to argue with the daimoness if he dared. Kyryn certainly wasn't about to.
"I'd be delighted" he said deferentially, knowing now that the only way out was through.
The servants Kyryn had noted earlier had already responded to the Dragon King's intent, arranging the feast behind his back between the trio and the throne. Delights beyond what Kyryn could count at a glance festooned the table. Swan, duck, goose, chicken, lobster tails, fresh salmon, shellfish, Wyvern eggs arranged in a clutch beneath the wings of a deep-fried mother wyvern, an entire roast pig, and was that a turduckentapus? Then there proverbial mountain of cakes curiously juxtaposed next to fruits and vegetables of every description, though the infamous bloodmoon fruit was absent. or rather, was present only in wine form. Without orders, Kyryn's stomach growled. He hadn't had time to eat since Paisly, and that was more hours passed then he cared to recall. And this...feast was beyond anything he could afford as a meager knight of the realm.
Kyryn hadn't ended up here by his own choice, but it wasn't in his nature to pass up a good meal, no matter the circumstances.
"After you, Your Majesty, Lady Kyomi." he deferred.
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Roleplay from Pawl Paxwax[/size] [/font][/size][/size]Message sent to all nobles in Port Raviel (9 recipients)[/size][/color] - 15 minutes ago
Pawl stood tall, while listening to Kyomi's reply. Though she looked and sounded like a very weird and young little girl, the daemoness certainly had a very sure tone. Pawl wasn't used to being too often openly confronted nor refused, especially by anyone looking and sounding like a child, however he was well-known for being both a wise man and a calm one, always willing to listen to what others had to say.
After hearing Kyomi's request to also have Sir Kyryn Kye accompany them for dinner, Pawl then calmly replied, with a smile on his face:
"By all means then, if Sir Kyryn Kye is beneficial to your investigation, especially as he also proved a good and loyal subject, let us welcome him alongside us. To dinner then." And he started walking towards the very large and long table, which was already prepared by his servants, with both Kyomi and Sir Kyryn Kye starting to slowly walk in the same direction.
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Roleplay from Alabaster
Message sent to everyone in Port Raviel (12 recipients) - 1 hour, 50 minutes ago
After a short trip - nothing compared to the sea voyage over here - Alabaster alighted her hired sloop. She was _fairly_ certain they were smugglers - likely prostitutes on the way in, and bloodmoon fruit on the way out. The fresh fruit would never last, so instead it might be purchased as the seed, syrup or as a dried powder, of dubious efficacies. Rarely was it consumed raw anyway in this day and age, out of fear. Smugglers ship was the quickest and cheapest route, and so it was the one she took. The Maritime District was once one of Port Raviel's great spectacles, boasting fish markets, shipyards, mercenary companies, and navigator guilds.
The Inner Ward was a fortified complex - a city within a city. Home to the Old Capitol, a vast complex of abandoned government offices that used to serve as D'Hara's administrative capital, it was her next destination and she stepped quickly with a wheelbarrow containing the treasures she had brought. These amounted to two large canvas drawstring bags, too heavy for her to carry on her own.
Two guardsmen gave each other quizzical glances as the stopped her wheelbarrow and huffed her way up several steps, "Someone called for Ranger?", she said by way of introduction, flashing them her Royal Ranger badge that she wore on her breast. The soldiers looked vaguely impressed; adventurers did come this way to offer their services to the aristocracy, after all, and they were willing to die combating the rogues before the army needed to get involved.
Alabaster had been here several times before in her extensive travels, each time in service to their Royal but never getting so close as to actually _meet_ the man.
"You have a.. guest.. staying with you", she posited, "I'm here to escort them safely on their travels, whichever which way that is".
Alabaster found herself momentarily distracted by the fine coach and horse which had been parked outside; two valets were cleaning out the interior and stocking a small trunk with provisions.
"Also", she said, flipping her thumb towards the wheelbarrow, "I've got gifts for the King and his guest, so I'm gunna need....you", continued the Ranger, pointing a figure at Left, "Aaannd you", to the Right, "to schlep these up the steps for me. Maaaaybe there's a gold piece in it for the both of you. Hop to it, hot stuff!", she grinned, slipping beneath their crossed halberds and jogging up the steps to the landing the great doors of the Inner Ward.
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Alabaster was already "in conversation" with the door clerk when the two armored guards huffed up the steps with the two large sacks. Armor was carry once it was on, with buckles fastened and straps taking the weight. In a bag, the weight was dead and heavy; both men had left their polearms on the steps so that the Ranger would not be left to her own devices for long. Fortunately the clerk was taking care of that for her.
"Listen, all I know", said the Ranger, "Was that I've been at large for three months finding a sage to get this armor repaired. His Highness, the Dragon King is going to want this returned while it's still shiny and, you know", she shrugged, "Majestic"
​She tugged open the drawstring. Arranged inside was a sparkling set of armor, shined to a near mirror finish, the smaller pieces sitting inside the breast and backplates which were the largest. The helm was short but magnificent with backward facing wings of shimmering metal and a tasteful faux-crown across the brow.
Majestic Plate Mail
Armour, Unique
87 % Condition
+ 7 Prestige
+5% Bureaucracy
"And the other?", said the clerk, who now raised out of his chair, his attention piqued at the second bag. He nodded his head to the on guardsman to "go on", and send for someone to verify the claims of this Ranger.
The second piece of armor was altogether weighty and not in the least bit elegant. Most mail armor was strong by virtue of interlocking rings of steel. This piece was ungainly, dark and greasy, the ragged ends at the knees and wrists tidied up as best was possible. It was as though it had been made for someone altogether larger than a typical human, and had been roughly resized without care. The rings were thick and mercilessly heavy; in place where a ring or two was missing (which happened from time to time in conflict and poor maintenance", they had been replaced with a loop of precious metal and indelibly added to the mix. On closest inspection, Alabaster had concluded they were rings. She remembered blanching at the time and being unable to sleep afterwards. Wedding rings.
The armor had been found quite by accident a continent away and brought thusly for the _guest_. It had come with a surcoat of black and red, stamped with a ragged characterture of a nightmarish dragon. Take it or leave it, she guessed,
Daemonic Armour of the Dragons
Armour, Unique
79 % Condition
+ 12 Prestige
What helmet she'd found in the barrow grave had not been worth salvaging. Alabaster crossed her arms at the clerk who motioned to a hard wooden bench. The one last guard dragged the armors, scraping to sit on either side of the Ranger as she waited to be seen.
(any one of the ongoing RP characters involved or other, please come rescue me!)
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Roleplay from Yh'gh'th[/size] [/font][/size][/size]Message sent to everyone in Port Raviel (12 recipients)[/size][/color] - 8 hours, 8 minutes ago
At Pawls acceptance Kyomi finally released Kyryn, and started her walk over to the table. Upon arriving at a chair that she was fairly certain wasn't Pawl's--that would just be rude, after all--she looked at it for a couple seconds, debating the best way to get her child-sized body in the adult-sized chair. After the seconds were up she turned around and hopped on to it, bending the structure of it a little to give her a better vantage point over the food.
And food there was. Kyomi had learned long ago, not to assume what food was what though. That was a mistake one only makes once.
"So, what's on the menu, Pawl?" She asked with a touch of cheer.
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Despite his years as a courtier and diplomat, Kyryn was uncertain who was supposed to eat first in this situation. Yes, yes, the Dragon King was indeed the host, but the Daimoness was an honored guest and Kyryn's position had been changed to "guest-of-guest." Thus, despite being a servant of the Dragon Crown, Kyryn was technically now a part of the Zuma Envoy's "party," meaning that when she ate, he ate.Suffices to say that he couldn't very well nudge either of them...Or could he?..."Lady Kyomi," he began his attempt. Would you care to try the turduckentapus? It's a rare human specialty that scares away the weak, imbues the strong, and provides a surprising texture pallet..."
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Roleplay from Pawl Paxwax[/size] [/font][/size][/size]Message sent to everyone in Port Raviel (11 recipients)[/size][/color] - 13 hours, 9 minutes ago
Pawl was already sitting and looking at the food on the table, while one of his servants was pouring him wine in his cup.
"Kyomi, Sir Kyryn Kye, please, let us start our feast! But before that, let us first toast!"
Pawl rose from his chair, at the top of the table, raised his cup of wine to his guests and said: "A toast to Peace and Harmony!"
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Roleplay from Yh'gh'th[/size] [/font][/size][/size]Message sent to everyone in Port Raviel (10 recipients)[/size][/color] - 9 hours, 27 minutes ago
Kyomi giggled at his toast, how unlikely she found it to be. Especially given how frequently one of these mortals seemed to fail what were simple tests.
"To sentiments and ideals." She offered instead, taking a drink of her wine... did they just give her grape juice? Then again, could she even get drunk? Did this have alcohol content? Would she notice it, if it did?
A simple drink was spawning too many questions, and she stared ponderingly at her drink for several seconds too long, before putting it back down on the table. There were other things on this table though, things she could eat. Could she make a sandwich with what was here? Did this society have cheescake yet? She surveyed the offerings seeking answers, while managing to dedicate some attention to anyone who may speak up.
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Roleplay from Kyryn Kye JeVondair[/size] [/font][/size][/size]Message sent to everyone in Port Raviel (8 recipients)[/size][/color] - 4 hours, 13 minutes ago
"My Lady"...Kyryn said at length, stressing the title as the servants began swapping out the dishes that were no longer as hot as they were meant to be, "I am quite sure that everyone who's anyone is already here. If not, then they've surely kept you waiting long enough."
Glancing once between his king and his guest, Rynn walked to the table and began preparing a large plate containing many of the morsels he'd noted earlier. Once finished, he edged the chair to the right of the Dragon Throne back from the feast table, set the plate down before it, and gestured with an open palm for the daimoness to take a seat.
"Surely the Dragon King, not to mention myself, should be sufficient for your research?"
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"Stay here", stressed the clerk, almost pleading, to the lady adventurer who was disturbing his foyer. The man was famished, and it was well past his quitting time, "Someone will be along to ... deal with you ... shortly". The man shrugged. Her Ranger badge and University credentials seemed legitimate, but this far South and at this time of the evening while the King and his guests were dining? Nom thank you! Alabaster waited until he had limped down the hallway and away before she sprang up.
It was a matter of ease to snack a wheeled trolley, left idle in a hallway with the remains of some meal or other on the two tiers. These armor bags were heavy, and noisy, and she could not carry either of them herself. It took both hands each on the canvas sacks, near to ripping with the heavy and sharp contents before she was able to tumble them onto the convenience.
The trolley groaned and creaked - she fed it a bit of bacon grease from a plate which seemed to soothe it. Which way to the dining hall? Aha! She spied two faded tracks in the carpet adorning dressed stone corridors and followed it quite directly to where the Royal and his guests were dining.
The guards at the archway crossed their polearms at her, of course. She straightened, fixing her errant hair and smoothing her tunic on which adorned the Rangers crest. She'd been here before, after all! "I have a delivery for his Majesty", she said, "and his guest."
A moment passed, and she felt obliged to make a curt bow. Nobles loved it when you showed them a bit of humility. She peered inside hoping to quickly make eye contact with someone - anyone - who might allow her to be admitted. The ranseur, though archaic, was still a sharp and deadly implement, even when wielded for display purposes. She eyed these two guards as her mouth dried with uncertainty.
"Royal Ranger Alabaster, from the University. If now's a good time?", she added, tugging open the sack containing the Majestic Plate Armor. Perhaps they would be convinced by its platinum filigree?
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Roleplay from Yh'gh'th[/size] [/font][/size][/size]Message sent to everyone in Port Raviel (4 recipients)[/size][/color] - 1 day, 13 hours, 36 minutes ago
Kyomi debated the best way to eat the food that had been set before her. If she still had the form of a beast, she'd have debated just eating the entire thing, plate included. Somehow though, she suspected that it would look odd if a small dragon girl just took a bite out of the plate, so picked up a nearby utensil with her right hand and stabbed at... something, before making whatever it was disappear into her mouth. She even went so far as to chew and swallow, since they seemed appropriate.
"Surely the Dragon King, not to mention myself, should be sufficient for your research?" Kyryn Kye JeVondair inquired, while she ate.
"Investigation." She corrected, between one swallow and the next forkful.
"I suppose the difference means little to you both, though." She eventually mused, audibly, though it seemed mostly directed towards herself.
"To be honest, I'm not really sure what makes you a Dragon King." Her words this time turning towards Pawl, "Clearly, you command some level of authority and respect here, and your demesne might qualify him as a lesser King in some planes. If you were part dragon, or could take the form of one, then I'd understand..."
Her plate appeared to have been refilled--looking like a child had advantages--while she was talking by... someone? She wasn't actually sure, having been too focused on trying to keep her answers within the limits of mortal understanding. Either way, it meant more of whatever this actually was.
"Wait! Are you a dragon!?" She lit up. "That would be so neat! I've not talked to a dragon in aeons!"
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Roleplay from Pawl Paxwax[/size] [/font][/size][/size]Message sent to all nobles in Port Raviel (3 recipients)[/size][/color] - 1 day, 2 hours, 58 minutes ago
Pawl was carefully listening to Kyomi talk, while slowly drinking from his cup. He always was a patient man, so the Daimoness was interesting for him to analyze, even amusing to some extent, especially as she had the form of a child now.
"Kyomi", Pawl replied with a strong voice, "Investigation it is then, though the word itself has some negative connotations here and I don't believe D'Hara is guilty of anything yet when it comes to dealing with the Zuma" he concluded. "But if you have a different opinion, I am more than welcomed to hear it out."
Then Pawl addressed her question: "You ask an interesting question Kyomi, what makes me a Dragon King. It is a title, meaning that whoever sits on the Dragon Throne of D'Hara, will be called like this. It symbolizes the authority invested in the respective person, in this case myself, as the person in charge with leading all D'Hara and its people. Why Dragon, you ask? Well, according to D'Hara's somehow long forgotten history, it is said that the isles here on which we live, also called the Tomb Isles, were a refuge place for Dragons and also a burial site. Some myths also say that the D'Harans were able to communicate and coexist in harmony with the Dragons, though no official records exist anymore. The Dragon has always been representative for D'Hara and its culture, so it is a symbol deeply rooted in our heart and mind. To some extent, I think you can actually draw a comparison between the D'Harans and the Zuma, as both cultures are connected to Dragons."
Then Pawl stopped for a second, paused, and continued: "I like to believe that I have inside me the strength our ancestors had, the strength of a Dragon. But not only that, even more, also their honor, courage and nobility. In time, given the circumstances, I like to think that we can learn more from one another, while showing that the Zuma can trust D'Hara and its people."
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Roleplay from Yh'gh'th[/size] [/font][/size][/size]Message sent to everyone in Port Raviel (4 recipients)[/size][/color] - 23 hours, 37 minutes ago
Kyomi chewed over her food and his words, or maybe just her food, for several awkward seconds, offering neither recognition that Pawl had been heard or that she was going to respond, before swallowing and offering input.
"Not a dragon then." She stated with some disappointment, "And misconceptions."
With that, Kyomi leaned back in her chair, a feat of some degree given the 40 or so degrees back it went without her feet actually touching the ground or the chair falling over, before looking at the ceiling for a few moments.
"I do not know if they are for me to clear up," she eventually followed, the chair leaning forward and returning to a normal position, "but I guess the visit has at least been amusing thus far, so one shall do no harm."
Reaching for one of the fruit on the table, Kyomi began, "While you may not like this being termed an investigation, I say it is such because that was how it was told to me. By doing so, I ensure that I am making clear my position here, not as a guest as I would otherwise be, but as one who is evaluating you."
"Before we conclude our meal and meeting though, I am curious. If either of you could have an answer to a question, what would the question you ask be?"
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Roleplay from Pawl Paxwax[/size] [/font][/size][/size]Message sent to everyone in Port Raviel (4 recipients)[/size][/color] - 1 hour, 53 minutes ago
Pawl was listening to Kyomi from the top of the dinner table, leaning in to see her clearer. Her words were strong, even if her voice and stature were ones of a child.
And after carefully listening to her, Pawl answered.
"Kyomi, I can assure you that your visit was amusing for us too, so I am therefor pleased to hear that we are both seeing things similarly. And I am also pleased to have had the opportunity of being the first realm on Dwilight to ever welcome a Daimon for talks and dinner."
Pawl then clenched his fist and raised his eyes into the ceiling, while contemplating a bit on Kyomi's question.
"Well, that is certainly an interesting opportunity which you raise here! From my side, I would be more than interested in finding out what is the Zuma's and their Daimon Rulers purpose here on Dwilight?"
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Roleplay from Yh'gh'th[/size] [/font][/size][/size]Message sent to everyone in Port Raviel (4 recipients)[/size][/color] - 1 day, 5 hours, 58 minutes ago
"I am unsure I am what you call a daimon," Kyomi replied following a couple seconds of thought after his question, "though the Zuma do not seem to noticeably differentiate my presence any from that of the late Xo'ok, or even of that of Xuveziq."
"In regards to the 'Daimon Rulers of the Zuma', I cannot say what their purpose is or why they came here, as I was not paying attention when it happened. It is possible a different me was, or that I will be there in my future, but simply the me you see before you does not have a recollection of it."
She realized after a moment that this wasn't an answer, not that she had promised one, so added, "If I had to guess, I'd say many of them are simply here because the Zuma asked, however it is that one asks a being to breach the planes of existence. I do not imagine it was an easy feat for them."
"How about you, Ky?" Her focus swapping from the Not-Actually-A-Dragon King to her would be chauffeur, "A question, before bed?"