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conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
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conversations.value: ThatWhichShould: It was the day of the Banquet, Starfall rejoiced for its son. Great hermetic contraptions were being hauled out of storerooms, their makers intent on proving themselves the greatest tinkers on the grand stage of the Banquet. The banners of the Vetinari family hung proudly, decorated with flowers, and the very air seemed charged with a sense of excitement. Outside the city walls, the road bustled with dignitaries from all throughout the world, and merchants carrying supplies for the coming feast. The day was sunny and clear, a glad surprise for the summer months, though off in the distance, great clouds could be seen amassing their host.
  
  In the Halls of the Grand Palace, from which House Vetinari ruled the city and the League, was the center of the festivities. These halls, which had seen the House rise to power with whispered deals in hidden corridors, and exchanged coin writ in a thousand ledgers, now played host to laughing nobles, smiling servants, and a smiling father, who patted his son on the back as they left their private rooms.
  
  Phyrex smiled cheekily, as he and his father passed two servants kissing in an alcove, as they headed towards the main hall.
  
  "My oh my. The palace hasn't been this lively since..."
  
  "Herod's birth, I would say."
  
  His father shrugged.
  
  "It's quite the occasion. You are getting betrothed, after all. And to think it took this long."
  
  They exited into a magnificent display of light and color, as the main hall's stained glass roof let light play in dazzling patterns among the rich and famous of the League, who tittered in excitement as father and son entered.
  
  "Now we just have to wait for Olaf and Kendra to arrive."
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conversations.value: bc56: The Hodeskalle family arrives shortly. Kendra, as the bride-to-be, is in the lead. She wears the long, white gown of a Gamle Mater priestess, but not in the traditional style. Instead, Kendra has made an effort to be closer to the styles common in the League of White Sails, having her dress altered to be far lighter with longer sleeves and added a partially bared midriff, probably just to irritate her mother. Her straight, brown hair hangs just to the small of her back. Following closely behind are her parents. Olaf is dressed in a red cloak with fur lining, very regal in appearance, but uncomfortably warm in the more temperate climate. Clara wears a priestess' gown as well, but it is in the traditional Overvann style, being sleeveless but made from heavy material. Following them is their retinue, various warriors and diplomats. Olaf greets the leaders of the League.  "Greetings, friends. May I present my daughter, Kendra Hodeskalle, daughter of Clara Hodeskalle." 
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conversations.value: ThatWhichShould: Originally Posted by bc56 
     "Greetings, friends. May I present my daughter, Kendra Hodeskalle, daughter of Clara Hodeskalle."  
   
  
  Urza and Phyrex made their way past the parting nobles, the gentle tapping of Urza's cane sounding their way through the ranks. Urza was dressed in a style common among nobles of the League, an austere black robe, with gold trimmings at the very edges, which hung loosely upon on his tall, slender form, though the most notable part of his apparel was the golden amulet upon which a great jewel was set, the Philosopher's Stone that he and other hermeticists had developed. Upon his gaunt face was a slight smile, as he introduced his son, though his clothing was less strictly orthodox. He was dressed in a dark red tunic with silver trimmings and lighter red trousers, over which he wore a light white and blue surcoat. Upon his head was a blue cap, with a single white feather in it.
  
  Urza bowed his head in respect, before gesturing his son forward.
   
  "And allow me to present Phyrex Vetinari, son of Urza Vetinari. Welcome to Starfall. I trust you have had a pleasant journey?" 
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conversations.value: Aventine: Fëkälis entered the banquet hall with a slight scowl, doing his best to hide the slight limp and occasional tremors in his hands. He was dressed as befits a king: the finest silks from Reflas and ostentatious jewelry (including a few pieces of Dažytijan style copper jewelry). The marriage of the son of an important vassal, especially one whose rise to importance was so unexpected, to the daughter of a foreign kingdom of such recent political interest and importance certainly required his personal appearance, but was also poorly timed. His health was troublesome, and it would not do to allow those outside the innermost circles of the royal court to become aware of how bad things could get. He could hide the limp and tremors, he had been doing so for so long already, but the lack of sleep during the journey was no doubt showing. The power of the D̨vatlan throne could not be called into question.
  
  Along with the king came his young cousin Psëtä. Dressed more simply in the formal robes of a lower ranking priest, the teenager also scowled. Not at his own frailty, but at the failure to maintain Tëlir Geza in the League Cities. The king may approve of a local family reestablishing centralized rule over the sometimes troublesome region, but it would be better for everyone if they had not abandoned the gods in doing so. As for Overvann, they might as well be Perijanists: just one more bunch of foreign gods trying to worm their way in between the rivers. But politics was key here, and he had no choice but to play nice with the heathens.
  
  N̨amodl and D̨züssätt had sent lavish gifts, but were too preoccupied with matters in the east to attend. The client-king of Zachodnie sent some representatives and gifts, hoping to show off his relative power among the notables within the D̨vatlan sphere. As did the merchant lords of Hathgjil, eager to get a glimpse of what the future might hold for their main rival as the major sea power under D̨vatlan rule. Even some Dažytijans showed up, hoping for a good party.
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conversations.value: bc56: "Yes, it was quite uneventful."  Kendra speaks here, earning a disapproving look from Clara, although Olaf doesn't seem to mind.  "Yes, quite pleasant. I brought mead, from my private stock, to celebrate this occasion." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: ThatWhichShould: Originally Posted by bc56 
    "Yes, it was quite uneventful."  Kendra speaks here, earning a disapproving look from Clara, although Olaf doesn't seem to mind.  "Yes, quite pleasant. I brought mead, from my private stock, to celebrate this occasion."  
   
  
  Phyrex smiled brightly.
   
  "Overvanni Mead is famed, lead us hope it lives up to its reputation."
   
  Vetinari shot him a glance.
   
  "Of course, we would be poor hosts if we were not to provide our own refreshments. Come, enjoy the banquet. You are the guests of honor after all." 
  
  He gestured to the reserved tables.
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conversations.value: bc56: "Thank you."  The Overvann delegation moves to sit.