Marty
With just how dangerously Corinthians pupiless eyes danced with the Kings, one could only imagine the silent words that stirred within their heads. It didn't take magic to sense the tension that rose within Astalios the moment he watched Lazaroth's council step forth. Many knew of the name, 'The Cruel Lord' – and many knew him to be downright unbearable. Nevertheless, Corin cared not for the opinions of a king, after all, he was already judged by a god. 

Even still, the golden magic that sat inside an endless void whipped around like a flurry as Corinthian was instructed to leave all of his prized possessions aside. *Including Azazar.* Clicking his tongue, the high lord looked down towards his companion who in return, lifted her diamond shaped head up to meet him almost immediately. "Well well, looks like you get to play with the others, Azazar. Let's make a good impression now..." It was eerie how the two were, their movements coordinated and lethal. Some often believed Azazar to be a familiar under the possession of the darkling. However, others spread rumors that she was a shifter— pretending she was nothing more than the snake that she posed as.

Regardless of the truth surrounding the serpent, Azazar slithered her way slowly over towards the group of guardsmen who had been collecting any and all weapons from passing members. Her gentle, hushed like hisses made for a greeting that not many would quite understand unless they were familiar with the species. Nevertheless, the snake coiled her way between the legs of a guard; laying her head upon her massive body as she waited patiently for her master's return. Unbothered by the crowd, surely eyeing her every move.
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Before the Spymaster entered the circle of truth, he lifted his hands at face level, magic swirling from his fingertips. An inky shadow bubbled along his person, before soon the councilors weapons were slipping from invisible pockets and into the air. With a simple swivel of his index finger, Corin's knives and daggers danced carefully in the air, making their way over to the hands of a guard that had been collecting all the other weapons before him. "Take good care of them now," Corinthian mused, his eyes still glued ahead. "Not many have the pleasure of seeing my fae collection." 

Knowing his words would likely scratch the skin of some of the Alynthians in the room, Corin hid his smirk by trailing his tongue along his lips. In truth though, he did feel rather naked without his weapons, but understood the procedures nonetheless. Stepping aside just as his queen had, the spymaster entered the circle of truth, "I am Lord Corinthian of Lazaroth, my full intentions at this meeting are to accompany my queen in the events that occurred at Sorevelle, as well as learn further of the threat that now hangs over us..." Pausing a moment, Corinthians gazed hardened as it drifted somewhere distant. He couldn't find the will to push any further words through, as his mind truly began to settle in the severity of this supposed threat. 
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And although he had not experienced the visions like that of his queen or the king, that voice still lingered in his head.. Reminding him of something he shouldn't have... *Galadriel.* Corin could only imagine the thought of a god coming down to ruin yet another life of his. But now this seemed far more bigger than just himself. Looking around, the counselor took in the faces before him, this time, more thoroughly. Each and every soul here was at stake– and whilst that thought or feeling would have never crossed Corinthians mind, something deep inside of him shifted.. 

In silence, the darkling strode over towards queen Dhakashira and awaited for their last companion to follow suit. The weight of this meeting now bearing down upon his shoulders. 
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Sophie
Finally, it was Lysanthir's turn to step into the Circle of Truth. Based on the King's gaze, he wouldn't be surprised if Astalios expected the vampire to mention Caleesi in his forced words of truth. But as said before, Lysanthir is not here for his own pleasure or pain. He was there to support his queen and nothing more. Watching quietly as Dhakashira and Corinthian spoke their words of truth, Lysanthir then stepped within the circle, careful to look Astalios in the eyes as he spoke. "I am Lord Lysanthir Tauriel Olagwyen, Law Master of Lazaroth. My full intentions are to support my queen in any way she may need as well as offer advice to the matters at hand should it be needed. I also wish to understand the threat that may be lingering amongst our world and offer assistance where I can given my experience being as old as I am, but only if it is asked of me."

Lysanthir's voice was calm and deep, but it didn't take a Circle of Truth to tell he was being genuine. Not once did his eyes flicker away to Caleesi, even if internally he may have wished to see her reaction to his words. Once he finished however, the vampire stepped from the zone of the spell and followed along being his queen and fellow councilor. Passing by Caleesi and the Alynthian princesses, Lysanthir kept his gaze forward and stern, but the sound of the vampire's voice would appear in the Grandmistresses mind and only hers, but it was nothing more than a simple piece of reassuring advice. Lysanthir had noticed how nervous she looked, even scared. It was not his intentions to scare her further with his presence, knowing it likely did. *"The burden and task you carry is great, but you are not alone."*

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There were quite a few ways his words could have be interpreted. If Astalios had heard it, he likely would have assumed it was Lysanthir's way of saying he was near and never too far away from her. Perhaps most would see it that way. Lysanthir only prayed Caleesi would not. His intentions were to reassure her, that she was not going through what she was alone. Dhakashira, Delsandra, Astalios- they had all experienced what she had, if not at the same extent however. Outside of them, Caleesi had the two princesses, countless courtiers and allies withing other kingdoms to support her. If Lysanthir could offer even an ounce of reassurance, he'd do so.

Continuing forward, Lysanthir wondered if Astalios would request him to display their visions as he had before in Thyseer. Of course, there were likely others closer to Astalios who could do so, but Lysanthir could be considered one of the strongest illusionists today. Nevertheless, the meeting would be long and stress-inducing for nearly everyone involved. Lysanthir only hoped things wouldn't spiral into arguments.
Kristin
If only the fiery Thyseerian princess knew she was last to arrive...

The wayshrine slowly changed from an inky black to a gentle blue and gold, and while it may not have been Thyseer's colors, they were Delsandra's. Well, her favorites at least, and the most common colors she wore. Sure, she could show off her kingdom with pride, but that simply wasn't Delsandra's way. She wanted things the way *She* Wanted them. Stepping down from the wayshine in a dress of blue and gold, Delsandra looked quite elegant and regal in her attire. The dress itself was a darker blue, adorned with shoulder clasps that held a long and flowing shoulder veil that almost looked to be dancing in what little breeze there was. The clasps were gold with chains of the same material that elegantly laid down the sides of Delsandra's arms.

The cape matched the color of the dress, save for the fact it was silky and practically see through. Delsandra also had a belt of sorts around her middle, the same gold as the clasps on her shoulders and chains that hung from them. The final piece of note was Delsandra's golden earrings that danced the length of her long eladrin ears, as well as the circlet upon her golden hair. Those fiery eyes fell upon Astalios first and foremost, followed by a surprisingly gentle smile. Delsandra looked tired, more so than the king had likely ever seen her. It was clear she tried her best to hide it with a small amount of makeup, but the look in her eyes was clear.

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"Greetings, your majesty." Delsandra offered a curtsy, gently lifting the sides of her dress to the king and a smile in the direction of his siblings, the Grandmistress and her own sister. Eyeing the Circle of Truth that was impossible to miss, Delsandra would have done the same if it was her own kingdom and she was queen. With what little small talk they had time for, Delsandra eyed her sister Irezora for a moment. "Thank you for allowing my sister to stay here since- well, that night. I haven't been able to really... Function, all too well since." A smile remained ever present on Delsandra's lips, but it was clear Sorevelle had a lasting effect on her. Perhaps it would be the last Sorevelle she'd ever host...

What Delsandra did not share was the rampant nightmares she had been having since that night. They caused her to wake up screaming in terror as the vision played over and over again in her mind. If today meant a solution could be made to these nightmares and whatever entity haunted her kingdom, she'd attend this meeting ten times over. The fire in Delsandra's eyes was noticeably duller than usual- that almost eerie look to her eyes was gone. It was replaced by stress and fear, something Astalios would easily be able to pick up on.
Isabel
*As the creatures of Dhakashira's council slithered away to the meeting chamber, the wayshrine shone blue and gold, and through the shrine stepped Princess Delsandra, a vision in the same colors, her kingdom's colors absent from her garb, the blue replacing what should have been the Thyseer royal purple. She was a sight, to be sure, but it signified what he already knew - that her kingdom was lower priority than herself. Her expression, though, was much gentler than it had been at any other event, and he found himself wondering what had changed between Sorevelle and this meeting.

Perhaps it was the fatigue that plagued them all, perhaps it was the visions they had seen. But something had softened her for the moment. He worried, however, when that ugly head would rear itself once again, and her unsettling qualities would resurface. There was nothing he could do about it now - there was duty to be done.*

"Your Highness." *He bowed his head once again, this time with more sincerity than he had to the Lazaroth party, though there was a sinking feeling still.* "Welcome to Alynthi." *He paused, considering her words carefully.* "I am sorry to hear of your troubles. If there is anything I can do to help, please do not hesitate to ask. My guards will collect any weapons brought. If you would, please step into the Circle of Truth, and state your name and full intention in attending this meeting, beginning with the phrase 'My full intentions at this meeting are'. Once that is accomplished, the chamber is along the path lined with guardsmen, who will see you safely to it."
Kristin
Watching Irezora quietly, Delsandra quickly realized she was wearing the dress she had sent, offering some calm and brightness to her fear-filled heart. Delsandra half-expected Zora to wear something of her own, but it brought a bit of that fire back to the princesses eyes, though much warmer than usual. Listening to the king's words, Delsandra offered a nod of thanks his way before turning the guards, informing them of her lack of weaponry. Turning to face Astalios, Delsandra stepped into the Circle of Truth and cleared her throat of the sleepiness that lingered within it. "I am High Princess Delsandra Qinrel of Thyseer, and my full intentions at this meeting are to share what I know of the events that took place at Sorevelle, what I experience and come up with a solution to any and all threats that may linger over Lucidien and our kingdoms."

Once her words had been received and deemed truthful, Delsandra stepped forward and past the king of Alynthi. Extending her hand to his sister, once Irezora accepted, Delsandra placed her hand within her sibling's, bring her close into something of a half-embrace. The elder sister shared words of both worry, hope, fear and happiness with Irezora as they made their way to the meeting room, and while they may be the last to take their seats, Delsandra just knew today wouldn't be an easy one to get through. It soon began to settle in the sheer amount of royalty Delsandra would meet today- many of which she had a distaste for.

It was only then that Delsandra realized Corinthian would be here...
Dana
Slowly but surely the meeting chamber began to fill with hushed voices and uncertain looks. Royalty from all across the world were present, from the watery depths of Tritetheas to the cold mountains of Gantrick- all prepared to learn, listen and plan for the threats at hand. The table the royalty and nobility found themselves at was nearly a full circle, or an extremely circular crescent. On the same side of the room as the entrance where the attendants would enter from was a gap in the table around 5 or 6 feet wide to allow someone to stand at the center of the room where the table wrapped around. On the opposite end alongside the many chairs the royalty would sit in was the largest and most decorative of them all; practically a throne of gold and iron.

The arrangement of the seats were separated by group, but there was a clear effort to keep groups with tension away from one another, such as Tritetheas being far away from Lazaroth. From the left side to the right, the order is as follows; Lazaroth, Khisfire, Tritetheas, Findara, Alynthi at the center, Thyseer Kara-Tur and finally Gantrick. As each member takes their seat, their name, titles and kingdom would magically appear on the outer ring of the meeting table, ensuring that everyone would be addressed properly and known to one another. Any guards brought along with each party would need to stand near the walls of the room, still near to their royalty however.

Now, the meeting would soon begin, but there were a few moments before King Astalios would enter as well, allowing time for everyone to settle and get a good look at the other individuals present.