Isabel
*As the party from Gantrick slithered past into the meeting chamber, his eyes followed for a brief moment before alighting on much more pleasant company. Prince Dorian of Tritetheas was not a man he had the pleasure of meeting before this summit was called, due to the nature of his kingdom, but they were friendly enough with Tritetheas, and he was somewhat relieved that their relationship had not changed in the turbulent eddies of prophecy and visions. There were so many enemies causing their relationships to suffer that he was exceedingly grateful for good company.

His own nod of the head was much easier now as he accepted the courtesy of Prince Dorian, reading the the triton with an appraising glance, but not an overly critical eye. Feathers, he wore, and scales. Matching the skin on his body, he expected - the tones of blue and green suited an underwater kingdom, and Astalios found himself facing what he he had prepared for. Though he was somewhat disappointed the king had not come personally, he doubted that was a personal slight - many rulers had their own affairs to tend to, and they had no reason to be malicious.*

"Welcome to Alynthi, Your Highness." *The voice the answered him was calm and even, a baritone that resonated through the courtyard as if a tuning fork had been pressed to the listener's sternum. His eyes were sharp still, the face impassive as it had been with the Gantrick court, though perhaps slightly less hard around the brow.* "I am King Astalios. We share the honor. My best wishes to His Majesty your father. My guards will collect any weapons brought. 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 to it."

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"The other diplomatic parties will join you shortly, and when the full complement of our delegations is assembled, I will join you personally to open the meeting." *He gestured briefly towards the circle of truth on the floor. 

There was youth in this one, he noted - the hair was not quite enough to hide the feelings of uncertainty from a man who had so recently been raised from the station of prince himself. He had journeyed to Lazaroth and Findara alone, attended parties on behalf of his royal father, and made himself a known figure on the world stage before his ascension. It had been a difficult change from leading armies, and he had felt unequipped. Truth be told, he felt just as unequipped now for the role of king as he had back then. 

The simple difference was that the mantle of kingship was his to hold, and there was none else to take it up if he did not. It was his right and his role now - and when this boy took up the... Crown, he thought, not the sword. When this boy took up the scepter and crown, he too would have to mold himself into a king.*
Raymond
The young man nodded when Astalios directed him and his group to give up their weapons and have their intentions be read. Of course, the Prince was first. He stepped within the bounds of the magic, and he could feel the slight warmth that the magic gave off. It was almost comforting. 

When he reached its center he took a breath and looked to his guards as they relinquished their weapons. He understood the king's desire to keep weapons out of his meeting halls, and he was glad that these Triton were the best of the best of the Royal Guard. They handed over tridents, and blades, but even without their weapons they would be formidable foes to anyone that tried to make an attempt on the Crown Prince's life. 

He looked to the caster of the spell, and clasped his hands in front of him. Despite his anxiety, he felt safe, and he wasn't afraid. 

"I am Dorian Hali Lambros, Crown Prince of Tritetheas, and my full intentions at this meeting are to learn more of the threat that faces our kingdoms. So that we may understand and prepare for whatever it is, and so we can potentially set aside our differences and come to an agreement on how to face it." He spoke firmly and loud enough for multiple people to hear him this time, his icy blue eyes shifted to the ground in front of him. When they said he was good, he nodded and stepped from the spell circle. Until he returned home, it was just him and his council. The future of the Sea Kingdom was in one place, and while their Prince seemed anxious there was a firmness in his voice. As if he was announcing he would not allow himself to be a pushover already.

After his council and Guards passed the King, each greeting him and having their intent measured, the Prince began to follow the steps of Gantrick. His shimmering robes glittering in the light as they bounced with his stride, his jewelry gingling, and the sail on the back of his head and neck glowing with what could be assumed to be pride. 

He silently reminded himself to relay the Stag King's well wishes to his father when he returned to Neptsa, he was sure the other merman would be happy to know of the Land Dwellers' words. For now he walked alongside his council as they made their way to the meeting room, speaking to his servants about retrieving some fresh water for the mermaids in their ranks.
Meagan
Not too late after the wayshrine opened for the royalty of the sea dwellers, a new light would shift within the portal. Much like the sweltering hot sands of the Khisfire deserts, a more moderately warm presence shined its way though. Soon however, a flash of golden light broke the flustered tension in the air, sunlight pouring through each crevice of the beautifully adorned stag mounted shrine. There was a wisp of sound much like softened sand shifting in the wind, until finally a figure would make themselves known by pivoting one foot through the portal. 

Princess Nala Samir was the first to emerge through the wayshrine. The youngest of the Samir family, but by far the most serious in her role as a royal. She had been upholding the throne since her parents' departure, and by the fierce expression on her rather sullen face, Nala had learned a lot through this experience. Not too far behind her trailed the rest of the Samir family, three brothers all guarding around their sister in unison. Many had their fair share about the sun elves from the south, that their kingdom was just as horrible as that of Gantricks. What many failed to realize however, was that the princess herself had different views on how her kingdom could improve. The talk of slaves and theft was a constant nagging in her ears. 

Nala knew she would likely be judged for the rumors that spread so harshly about her kingdom. Which only furthered her to prove herself to the many attendees that Khisfire *Was* More than its wavering reputation. While the Kingdom of sun was not made an official enemy to anyone yet, there was still a lingering feeling that no one saw Khisfire as anything more than a breeding ground of crime. Princess Samir wanted nothing more than to prove those thoughts wrong, as her kingdom was a place of beauty and fiery passion and filled with a culture like nowhere else in the world.
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As the sun elf settled both her feet firmly on the ground of the courtyard, her rich emerald-sage eyes landed sharply on none other than King Astalios. There was no anger or hatred that filled her strong gaze, however anyone could have assumed that by the way that the princess held herself. She had only heard of the rumors that flowed haphazardly from Thyseer by traveling mouths; most of which the story would change each and every time. As skeptical as it all seemed, Nala knew better than to trust much of anyone, especially that of a neighboring kingdom that showed little to no respect for her own.

Nevertheless, it would seem the young woman was gauging the body language of the king. Searching in his eyes for any sign of distrust. It had only ever been the second time Nala had met Astalios, and while the two have never formally spoken- only in passing- She didn't have much yet to form an opinion on him. After a brief moment of observing all of the Alynthian party, Nala took her right leg forwards ever so slightly, pressing her toe into the ground and dipping herself gracefully at the torso as she laid her arm elegantly over her ribcage. With a respectful bow of her head, Samir stood straight once more. The thick, heavy accent of her native tongue playing strongly from her plump lips. "Your Majesty."

Donning a sharp attire of all black, Nala's cape-like gown was slim to fit her curvaceous figure. It was far more different than the clothing she was used to wearing in her own domain, however, the occasion didn't call for show of skin. Golden plates of armor wrapped her shoulders, the scales glistening under the welcoming sunshine of Alynthi skies. Fluttering chains draped from each plate, dangling on an open back of sunkissed skin. Atop of her head lay yet another set of hypnotizing chains and jewels, accustomed to the Khisfirian culture. All of which flowed lavishly with the long, thick twist of her raven braid that swept the floor.
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Her signature bangles still clung to her hips– making each sway a sound of harmonious melody. Adorned with a heavy centerpiece necklace, it surely made Nala stand out in her silhouette of shadowed black. The princess's crown was one of firelight; a small circlet that held sharp edges and dazzling gems of blazing emerald, much like her eyes. Those hues were the color of new spring growth, bright and soft all at once. There were flecks of strength, of the kind of green that comes only as summer advances.

No weapons were present on her person, as she knew coming into this meeting there would be a protocol like no other. And while of course the warlock had her powers to rely on, she felt empty without the holsters of her blades. Nevertheless, there was a rather reckless hope that this day would not end in bloodbath. She could sense the high tensions as soon as her foot crept through the wayshrine... Knowing not of who all would be present just yet, Nala tried to compose herself with the means to keep the peace and an open mind. She led with her brothers close by, only accompanying herself with her personal guard, siblings, and a few of her council. Hoping it would show a sign of strength instead of foolishness.. 
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Rogelio
Hannibal finally back in Alynthi puts a smile on his face. It was a strongly welcome break from the sand and parties in Khisfire. Despite his love for his events he does get sick of them. Hannibal concludes he does need a break from the party life in Khisfire, deciding that he wouldn't mind visiting Gantrick one day for example, but wouldn't dare lower himself to a petty traveller. Never the less Hannibal is thankful for this break especially that something is to be talked about the terrifying voice he heard in Thyseer a place Hannibal never wishes to visit again. 

Yet this whole visit isn't a positive for him. Having to talk about the possible end of the world and all. Not to mention the contention of this half breed claiming to be his elder brother, which is tagging along. Yet this magical appearance of another sibling shocks him, it has greatly improved his opinions of his other old brother Azir, as it can be seen that this half brother has just come to possibly usurp the once establish order of ascension. Yet as Hannibal's personal advisors suggested, he shall keep quite on the matter of the half brother as it displays instability to be mentioning it.

Having Nala lead the family into Alynthi, does have him a tad hesitant. Hannibal isn't sure this may be to much for his younger sibling, and that Azir should be the one to take the pressure of leading. Or the new eldest despite his illegitimacy. Hannibal just really doesn't want his little sister to be worrying or receive a negative appearance.

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Hannibal's attire was yet another of extravagance as always. However, unlike every other time he has left his nation for an event this is not in his nation's colours. Being black and white cloth this time, it is still clear of the extravagance of such fabric. Unsurprisingly the white is still spotless. In typical nature his torso is mostly exposed. Wearing a black veil clamped with gold it hids the lower section of his face and down past his neck, leaving his amber eyes looking on. Gold chains line along his body and outfit with the famous orange amethyst planted in the gold occasionally along the chains. For the first time outside of khisfire his tattoo is exposed, a lapis blue wing runs from his shoulder and chest to fingertips yet partially hidden beneath golden bracers. The prince lacked any head pieces aside from the previously mentioned veil. 

The prince had no weapons on him, not expecting things to get dicey, if anything would occur he could surely rely on his magic. Hannibal knows that with the amount of jewellery everyone would be wearing is a deadly mistake in the presents of the Iron King, if things ever get heated. But surely the people here are civilised enough to avoid physical altercations but you never know with the brutish king of Gantrick.