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Azi Demonica

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After the alcohol swirled within, Dalhover nodded to Eva’s replies. “Ah, you know how it is with childhood friends. She always cared about you, very much.”

Then, Eva asked about Constance. The eagerness in Dalhover’s eyes faded.

“Constance passed away last year. Heh, she always told me, ‘You’ll meet Eva again, someday!’ Even in death, she was right." He smiled. "But now is not the time for sadness! Please enjoy yourself, milady."

* * *

Dalhover returned the respectful nod to Prince Gallus, who was never one for dancing or emotions.

Soon, the greater nobles conversed over yonder...

25-Jan-2022 03:11:39

Apr

2016

Taleisin

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Chloelle carefully lifted her skirts just enough to keep them a couple of inches off the ground as she offers Flynn one last curtsy.

"Then I truly look forward to hearing them all. I shall see you later, brother,"

she answers pleasantly, before turning with the intention of leaving the dance floor, gently refusing other nobles for the time being with a promise she'll make time for them later.

She spots Derene and Kathlyn beckoning for her attention, and she made for their direction at first - only to discover an obstacle in her way in the form of an orc. She did not expect to meet an orc here. Yet the surprise did not yet appear on her face. She pauses as he introduces himself and requests a dance, observing the awkward air about him.

With a beaming smile, she nods and holds out her hand to him in acceptance.

"It would be my pleasure to dance with you,"

she murmurs, making her way back to the dance floor to begin a new dance among the other noble couples.

Everyone has the potential to be an asshat in a flower crown.

25-Jan-2022 12:22:50

Drahcir Evan

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Inferi said :
“

I don’t expect you to trust me right now, but I just ask that you keep in mind that I would like to help.

”
“I should hope I didn’t give the impression that Wheelton was in need of your help.” Reyner replied with thinly veiled contempt. “No, the time for that was before. I assure you we’re quite well now under my watch. All those problems yours were happy to ignore have now been solved, so you need not do anything but continue to pretend they never existed.”

“But perhaps I forget myself,” Reyner began, but was ultimately interrupted by the Earl of Darmoor.

A look of stern confusion hit Reyner’s face as the dwarf approached. His brow furrowed a bit as he caught up with what he was being invited to.

“The music is not to my liking.” he said, politely nodding as he walked away from the two. “Please proceed.” he added forced-formally as he departed.

-

At the refreshments, a stubby goblin stood on her toes stretching with all he might for a drink that was just out of reach. Reyner plopped a hand on her shoulder, both pushing her flat on her feet again while also ensuring she didn’t topple over. In the same fluid move, he waved his hand toward the drink, levitating it directly into the goblin’s outstretched hand.

“Eep!” The green one exclaimed, clearly caught off guard by the sudden approach. Her eyes lit up when she realized who had helpfully startled her. “There you are!” she said with mixed impatience and excitement.

“Gotha.” Reyner addressed his subordinate. “Where in this horrible place have you left your sister?”

The goblin diplomat sipped her drink and beamed up at her lord. “Golga’s out getting to know people – making connections. Like you’re supposed to be doing, remember? And how have you come to like your brothers and sisters?” she chastised him in her usual bubbly way.

26-Jan-2022 23:06:37

Drahcir Evan

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Reyner opened his hand, summoning a drink off the table. He downed the entire thing in one go and impressively in just a few seconds. A grimace set in as the flavor caught up to him. “I should think I’ve made a sour impression on the military, and the rest I’ve had little time to speak with.” he said, not ashamed but perhaps a little disappointed.

Gotha banged lightly on the noble’s chest in disdain, yet only losing half her smile in doing so. “I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone!” she decried. “I was right! It’s not like Wheelton here! Just strap me to your back and let me do all the talking!”

“You’d get heavy.” Reyner retorted, the sufficiently offended look from his goblin friend confirming she’d been outmaneuvered. “But what of Ulrich? Where’s he run off to?”

“Oh, he’s about talkin’ to some old friends.” Gotha replied “And it’s a shame, cause I bet he’s strong enough to carry me.” Checkmate.

26-Jan-2022 23:06:43

Inferi

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It appeared she had made an enemy, regardless of what her original intentions had been. Now that she thought about it, though, what had her intentions been? They had been well-meaning, she knew that much…but it had been naive and foolish to think she knew enough about the situation to offer any help. It didn’t change the fact that she wanted to, but that was something that she would have to revisit at a point in the probably far future. He was hostile, but she felt - or maybe just hoped - that it was hostility born of contempt for the inaction of Alyssium, for that was possible to change. In time, perhaps, could she do so, but that time clearly could not be now.

Reyner’s start of another sentence gave her hope for just a moment, at least before there was an interjection by the Earl of Darmoor, someone she was at least familiar with the identity of. It was a bit surprising to her that the ruler of the dwarves would pick a pair like the two of them to approach, although if his intention was to build a friendship it made more sense. He doubtless already knew the more social ones of the ruling family quite well.

The following declination and departure left her alone, and that gave her very little choice even if she had not wished to take the offer. However, she had no reason to refuse, and so replied, “

It would be my honor.

” with a smile, extending her hand to him. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

27-Jan-2022 00:23:14

Mar

2023

Bluefirecan

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Moments before Adrienne could sneak her way to the snack table, her younger brother Gallus strode over. Rie smiled warmly at him. He'd held no affinity for romance - that much was well-known. The diplomat gratefully accepted his outstretched hand. Though she could sweet-talk any noble or retainer who might have offered her a dance, she was quietly thankful to be given a slightly longer delay on addressing her peers.

Dignitaries always held Adrienne in particularly odd regard. They enjoyed her company well enough, and were usually genuine in their warmth and welcoming. However, her presence tended to be rooted in conflict, which often put a damper on meetings with them.

And with dear Father's announcement, they're only going to circle us more like wolves...

The elf sighed, the briefest hint of sorrow peeking through her otherwise practiced face. But after only a moment, she quirked her mouth back into a polite smile.

"Gallus, brother. Couldn't you pretend to enjoy the company of others for one evening?"

Rie joked. She nodded toward Dalhover and Evalayne, leading Gallus toward an open spot on the dancefloor.

"So what do you make of this weeklong celebration?"

the empath said, her voice dropping quite low to blend with the music.
I just play FFXIV at this point. DC: Crystal

27-Jan-2022 04:55:14

NotFishing

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As various nobles began to switch partners, the King rose from his throne and stretched out his limbs. No doubt he now planned to join the dancing.

He had only taken a single step when, just off to his right, a small green portal appeared in the air. But that couldn't be right - portal magic was supposed to be a myth. The King had not even noticed it, and neither had most of the room. Of those who had noticed it, they were so stunned they could not deliver a warning in time.

A small, thin object flew out from the portal, and embedded itself in side of the King's throat. The dagger buried itself to the hilt with the tip poking out the other side. The King's eyes widened. Blood began to pour from his mouth, and a gasping, gurgling sound could be heard. Prince Leon was already sprinting across the room to reach him.

Then the King fell, rolling down the steps of his throne and sprawling out onto his back. One hand reached for the hilt of the dagger in his neck, the other clawed aimlessly at the air above him. Prince Leon reached him too late. The King went limp.

Chaos ensued, as the great and good of the realm began to scream and panic. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

29-Jan-2022 16:50:30

Apr

2016

Taleisin

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Chloelle was dancing with Ronar, moving naturally to the rhythm of the music when the screams began to erupt across the throne room. She blinks in surprise, her smile vanishing to be replaced with concern.

"What is happening...?"

she asked the tall orc, who looked as puzzled as she. They chose to end the dance early and began moving through the crowd towards the sound of the screaming. Neither of them knew to feel anything else until Chloelle noticed the King was nowhere to be seen. Her eyes widen, before she began pushing through the crowd.

Nobles started parting before her, each looking more and more shocked as she passed by. Finally, the crowd parted enough for her to look in on the scene that had caused such a ruckus. The princess stopped, staring blankly.

"Father...?"

she managed to utter, shock creeping into her voice. She stepped away from the crowd, her steps slowly taking her closer to the still-warm corpse of the King.

"Y-Your Majesty...?"

Finally, she collapsed to her knees next to him, her skirts splayed out around her. She reached out with a trembling hand to gently feel for a pulse in his wrist. Nothing.

Finally, the truth sank in, and she raised her hands to her cheeks - a wailing scream of shock and grief ripping free from her throat.

Everyone has the potential to be an asshat in a flower crown.

29-Jan-2022 17:19:28

George Rozas

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Mid-dance and mid-discussion with the Duchess wasn't enough to fully distract Flynn from his surroundings, his focus naturally kept mainly upon the woman he danced with - but his eyes were keen, and the odd glimmer of green suddenly appearing in his peripherals sharply caught his attention. He turned his gaze in time to see the portal finish opening to its dinner-plate like size. The prince's instincts screamed at him to move, and thus he moved - wordlessly pulling free of the Duchess' hands and pushing through dancers in his path with the weight of a man who needed to be somewhere yesterday.

He'd taken barely two steps before the dagger appeared and pierced the king's throat. An icy grip clutched at Flynn's heart even as his body forced its way forwards, a small comment in the back of his mind noting that he'd been about as quick to react as his uncle Leon - not that either of them were fast enough to prevent what had already happened. The king - no, his father - toppled down the stairs of the throne with blood splashing the stones, a sight that would have spurred the prince to move faster had he not already been at full sprint.

Flynn was no more than a second or two behind Leon in reaching where his father had fallen, but the prince knew even moments before his arrival that it was too late - he could see it, not just the last shudder of a man who had passed, but the sights only he could see in the aftermath of death's claim. The faint, shimmering mist of black that surrounded a dead man - all too clear and all too familiar.

The portal was gone too soon for him to do as his mind screamed at him to do, it blinked out before he could be free of the crowds - let alone in a position to do more without putting those nearest the throne at risk. Still, the image of that green vortex was burned into his mind - he would not forget that colour. The magic thought to be a myth.

" Uncle, " He spoke, his voice was calm, cold. It didn't carry, addressed purely to the I am Inferi.

29-Jan-2022 19:02:59

George Rozas

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man by his father's body's side. His emotions bottlenecked, the burning fury and sharp pain of grief turned full circle into the cold calm - but his eyes told the truth of what he felt. " The assassin may still yet be close. "

It was far from a certainty. Unlikely, even - especially if they could wield such magic as this. But immediate action was needed, not just in the hopes of catching the killer but for the family to be seen taking that action even as grief battled their minds. This was unprecedented. The prince took a breath while still faced away from the crowd before turning, looking to who he recognized as the guard captain.

" Captain! Lock down the palace and scour the outskirts! An assassin has struck, get your men moving and find what you can! " He ordered the man, projecting his voice out across the hall - it didn't matter that he had only returned today, someone needed to act and Flynn needed the guards mobilized quickly. The scream of his sibling from mere feet away clawed at his heart but the prince could not turn away, not immediately. I am Inferi.

29-Jan-2022 19:03:03

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