For The Crown - Castle Theiri
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				Title: <strong>For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 07:11:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Castle Theiri</strong></span></span></div><div align="center">(http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lge49iq4YA1qgb1o5o1_500.jpg)</div>The kingdom of Theiri has always been know for it's culture. A haven for those seeking art and music, to explore the unknown and taste the forbidden. It's always been a place of beauty rich in rare and exotic, were it not for the near constant waring it would be a paradise on earth, for many it still is. The capital is a shining jewel set in the center of the kingdom. A place known for it's lavish gardens, it's impressive theater, it's diverse market and ever popular bath houses and pleasure dens.<br><br>People of Theiri had a great deal of freedom and equality. A child could dream of being anything and with steady work and dedication could theoretically achieve it as long as it didn't require the alteration of ones blood. Woman could charge into battle, men could spend their days wearing face paint and prancing on stage, the sky was without limits one need only dream.<br><br>Until recently poverty had been only a small concern the royalty of Theiri taking care of it's citizens maintaining orphanages and providing jobs to those who were less skilled. But as the decline has taken hold that has started to change and children can be seen on the streets trying to lift an unsuspecting persons purse. It's once opulence streets now show signs of disrepair, it's market is smaller and fewer novelties can be found. Artists have started to leave in search of richer surroundings. Constant war had taken it's toll on this one time paradise and the Royal family is desperate to have Theiri return to glory.
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				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 09:37:36</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/40/EmmaCrownResized.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Emma, disguised as a male actor.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Home, then the city, in the castle, back into the city. <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Zy and Anyone.<br><br>“I don't want you to cause any trouble for us today or embarrass us,” Lady Elsbeth said to Emma, her mother's tone filled with annoyance towards her youngest daughter.<br><br>“Yes, Lady Elsbeth,” Emma answered, keeping her tone light and showing nothing of the need to get out of her mother's study and out of the noble house.<br><br>“You always answer that way but than you go off and do something that brings shame to all of us. Over and over again, all the time.”<br><br>Yes, Lady Elsbeth,” came the same reply in the same even tone even as Emma stood before her mother's desk and stared at the woman that birthed her. Emma still wondered why she was so different from the rest of her family, both in appearance and temperament. They all had hair that ranged from brown to black and they all had skin tones of the same colors while she was like a pale spirit with her white hair and flesh.<br><br>“Fine, just do as your told for once and you know how important this meeting is with the entourage that is coming from Aserit. You are dismissed.”<br><br>“Yes, Lady Elsbeth.”<br><br>Without a look back, Emma kept her steps proper as she turned on her heel and left the room. Once the door had closed behind her, she started to run along the hallway, heading towards her chamber that was at the end of the hallway and near the stairs that led to the first floor of their two story manor.<br><br>Emma slammed the oak door to her chamber with a bang before she started to chuck off her the gown that she slipped into for the meeting with her mother. She quickly threw on a pair of breeches, leather calf-length boots, grabbed a few of her knives, and escaped her room while she struggled to throw on a white shirt even as she rushed down the stairs and out of the manor.<br><br>She took a deep breath once she was outside, feeling her shoulders loosen now that she had managed to escape her family before one of them stopped her. With quick movements of her fingers, she tied her sheathed blades to her belt and headed off to one of the safe houses that she used to store her disguises. Her steps were light even as she kept watch around her for anything that was out of the ordinary. It was the perfect time for trouble makers to try to cause mischief and she was on the look out for anything that she might need to report to her contacts.<br><br>Knowing that the Aserit entourage was arriving, especially Auron, Emma spent some time going through the wardrobes that held her disguises in this safe house. She did not want him to recognize her and the best was for her to stop that from happening was for her to turn into a her disguise as a male actor. <br><br>With the same quick movements she displayed earlier, she started that transformation.<br><br>A black wig covered her white hair, cosmetics transformed her white feminine flesh into the flesh of a man that has been out in the sun to long, giving her the appearance of having a tan. Lastly came her clothing, which was dyed bright blue and red because the colors were bright enough to draw the eyes of anyone that might be watching her perform some of her acrobatics. However, she packed a second outfit into a sack, which she might change into when the time was right to do so.<br><br>Seeing that she was done, Emma locked up the safe house before she started to try to find Zyineth to discuss some ideas about how they could entertain the guests during celebration. In the back of her mind she thought that she could do some handstands, cartwheels, twists, and other movements to entertain their guests but maybe she could talk Zy into doing some knife juggling with her.<br><br>Emma was discrete as she showed the small token that the Queen had given her, allowing her to come and go from the castle without being questioned to much because Emma sometimes arrived in one of her disguises, like she was doing right now. Because she's used this disguise many times, she had perfected how she moved, giving her the walk and movements of a man.<br><br>She took her time as she watched the servants and others scurry through the halls, trying to get everything set for the arrival and the celebration. Emma stayed out of their way though. Finally she thought that she was just in the way and it would be easier to stay out of the castle until later. With the same stride she kept in this disguise, she crossed back into the city and found a place where she could watch everyone come and go while she leaned against a wall and hoped that she would see Zy pass by.<br><br>(Moved over to the City thread after having a small discussion with Angelic.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 10:02:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Mattias.png)</div> <strong>Name: </strong>Mattias Torm<br><strong>Role:</strong> Aserit Adviser <br><strong>Location:</strong> The Theiri Castle Gardens <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open <hr><br>He had not been sent ahead on the Queen or King's order, he just happened to travel much faster then the rest under the excuse of&nbsp; making sure the diplomatic meeting between the kingdoms was not a scheme or power play. Mattias knew there was no conspiracy, at least not one he had discovered, but he had other reasons to enter the city earlier. The man had read many things of the kingdom of "freedom", had spared many works of art from the flame from the numerous raids on Theiri trade routes.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/mustang.jpg)</div>Upon his arrival the day before, he greeted the King and Queen properly, smiled and bowed. Mattias gave a gift from his very own lands. The wild mustang was among the herds of horses that remained free and continue to roam the farms and plains of Aserit. They could be a nuisance, they would eat the crops on occasion but the House of Torm respected the creatures enough to erect new fences/walls to keep them out. The one he had given, reared on its legs but the Adviser gave the royal family enough warning to be careful for he was not broken and only the most experienced of horse trainers could break a "wild one". Why would he give a "un-mountable" horse? It was one of those rare treasures very few could actually see since they only roamed one part of the world very much like the city of Theiri itself. After helping the royal stable keeper ferry the horse into its own stable, he excused himself to his guest quarters before wandering off into the city. <br><br>No city was perfect, not even the Aserit capitol was, but he was surprise to see the effects of constant conflict on Theiri. The slums were littered with "starving" artists and street urchins, some even bold enough to try to attempt to pickpocket him. Mattias did not take offense, he actually gained some good information about the city by offering a few coins to wanna be thieves. The rest of his day was spent visiting the baths, shopping and visiting the pleasure dens the city had to offer. By the time he returned to the castle, he had a glow upon his face that made one of the servants blush when she asked about his evening to which the man spared little detail. Did she need to know how well he had fucked her fellow citizens? No, but he wanted to see how quickly word traveled within the castle walls. A little harmless information and word that he had the sexual prowess of a stallion would not only boost his healthy ego, it would tell him who he could press for information. <br><br>The following morning the man stayed within the castle besides loathing the feeling of being trapped. His time was spent wasting away in the gardens, admiring the plants and gardens before he sat on a stone bench under a shady tree. He was dressed in his "typical" attire consisting of black leather pants, shirt, vest, assorted belts, boots and a half cloak that left his arm free. Mattias Torm was not a man of adviser's robes, he carried his rapier at his hip at all time and a various collection of other weapons hidden on his body at all time. <br><br>Crossing one leg over the other, he leaned back and enjoyed reading some of the local literature. It was amazing how easy it was to read without the occasional burn marks, tears or blood stains. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lenka</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 10:10:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://theresalduncan.typepad.com/witostaircase/images/forest_princess_1.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Kiara <br><strong>Role</strong>: Princess of Theiri<br><strong>Location</strong>:Running from the forest to her bed chambers with haste<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: none, but people in passing<br><br>There was talk all over the town, the rising thrumming energy of the appearance of the Aserit kingdom was something that was a rarity. Kiara, princess to the Theiri kingdon felt only an instilled peace settling over her, washing away any doubt that this was going to be a surprise attack on their people. Negotiations were on there way, the world was changing and evolving at a speed that seemed to rattle everyone within their kingdom...but not her.<br><br>Kiara's bare feet stepped over the fallen fur tree with fine precision, her toes squishing into thick green mould as she walked along it like it was a fine rope with fierce precision and balance. Her silken white dress moved softly with each movement, floating at the edges like a graceful breeze..that was just before she descended in a deep muddy pool, her bare legs and bottom of her dress now ruined in dark mud to her dismay. <em><strong>"Heavens sake.."</strong></em> she muttered to herself, knowing that she should have been in her bed chambers and dressing for the occasion that was to mark it's way in history...her maids were going to have a fit when they saw her.<br><br>Her long slender fingers curled around the base of her slip on shoes, already she was running off from the forest that laid just outside the castle walls, feeling light and free from the morning she had spent there. Theiri was a beautiful city, full of culture and delicacies, one in which she was often found in sneaking out to enjoy until the sun rose the next morning. She had to spend at least a couple of hours with mother nature today though, just to settle the fluttering butterflies that were creating havoc in her stomach.<br><br>Her muddy bare feet carried her like wind as she approached the castle's perimeter, she could only smile as she past the extensive guards that covered every inch throughout Theiri. All of them shaking their heads, knowing she was one of whom couldn't be controlled. Without a pause, Kiara snuck into the back way, walked through the kitchen and began to wash off her muddy feet. She was out of breath, excitement getting the better of her. <br><br>"Princess..you mustn't be ere..<em>you should be dressed already</em>!" Mrs Finemore squalled at her as the kitchen was busy with a number of chefs, cleaners and helpers.<br>Kiara didn't say a word as her feet soon became white from the soapy water, she simply placed her hand in Mrs Finemore's and handed her a number of large truffles, knowing the rare find would be truly appreciated for the banquet.<br><br>Kiara was already heading off, hearing the gasp as Mrs Finemore realized what laid in her hands. <strong>"I have to go and get dressed now Mrs Finemore.."</strong> she called out as she left, running towards her chambers with great care not to be seen, but a wide smile lighting her face nether the less.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 10:30:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/girls%20for%20rp/redheadgirl.jpg)</div><strong>Erin The Lady Fool</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Throne Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> No one; sees Mattias<br><br>The first of the Aserit had made their appearance the day before and Lady Fool had missed the moment much to her distaste. She'd worked very hard to get to this point slipping information about trade caravans to thieves of Aserit who would love to plunder such rich marks. It had been too easy at points it seemed to fan the flame of anger that simmered just under the surface between the two nations but it had been oh so much fun. Now came the fun part and Erin could barely contain her excitement. Months of planning and plotting being so careful all lead to this, the Aserits here where she could finally start spinning her web around them.<br><br>Today she was dressed to the nines. Mis-matching silk stalking of black and white indecently outlined shapely legs, a short skirt of tater silk in a bright purple was snug around her trim waist bells hanging from the tattered edges chiming with each movement, a mans white shirt was pulled over a corset of fine dark red silk making her look like one of the woman of pleasure from the bath houses. Her hair was left free around her shoulders and a star patch of blue silk the same hue of her eyes was stuck high on her cheek bone. Sh looked very much the fool except for the three daggers hanging from her hips.<br><br>One of those daggers was presently in her fingertips as she paced the opulent thrown room, her soft leather slippers making not a sound on the marble floors. The dagger flashed through her fingertips twirling fast and deadly as she thought. She'd need to play things just right from this point she just needed to chose who she'd target first, the weak king, the frivolous Heir, ot the control lacking princess? So many choises but which one was right?<br><br>Erin's steps drew her to the window that overlooked the gardens and she looked out over the city that was familiar if not comforting. Eye took in the familiar people catching on the sight of someone reading in the gardens. face tightened for a moment and she squinted recognizing but needing to be sure. It was he, Mattias, the Aserit's mystery adviser. His past was as murky as her own and it made her uneasy. She didn't need any kinks in her plan now.<br><br>She was scowling when a meek young girl who worked as a chamber main passed the door and spotted her. Every one of the servants knew Erin paid for gossip, many of the secrets she learn from them coming out in jokes she used in her show and many more filed away for black mail later. This girl smiled returning Erin's bright sunny look. "Princess Kiara was running through the mud again can you imagine?' The young girl asked looking eager to please. <br><br>Erin lifted a graceful hand and a thoughtful look took her young face as she tapped the side of her chin, "No I don't think so, a princess and mud just do not go." She said with such a solemn look the young girl giggled. Looking back and forth she took a few steps closer to lady fool and whispered "And that Aserit...the woman are saying he spent a fortune in the pleasure house and too a couple of the servant girls too bed with him too." Erin smirked at this her gaze flicking to the window though she couldn't see him now, Maybe their visiting won't be such a displeasure then" She said her eyes sparkling making the girl flush brightly before leaving shaking her head. Erin grinned. Spinning around she did a back flip and spun around sitting in the ostentatious thrown, throwing her legs over one arm and leaning against the other. "yes, it suits" She said quietly for her ears alone before laughing a bright sound that filled the large room and echoed in the halls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 14:29:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.turbosquid.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/3DFantasyKnight.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Kale <br><strong>Role</strong>: Knight Commander<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Courtyard<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; None<br><br>The Knight Commander, adorned in his gold-embroidered steel armor, sat aboard the legendary charger Typhoon, in the company of a dozen knights, within the spacious courtyard of Castle Thieri.&nbsp; Before them, there were seven lads, of varying shapes and sizes, their backs to them, but all of them seven years of age.&nbsp; They were well groomed and well maintained, because they were the offspring of Theirian nobles.&nbsp; Across from them, perhaps fifty meters away, stood a large crowd of Theirian peasants.<br><br>The Knight Commander lifted his helmet from his shoulders to reveal the smouldering grimace of a man worn by war.&nbsp; His dark hair was matted with sweat over his brow, but his large, almond eyes perceptively took in the crowd.&nbsp; That chiseled face, with all its knicks and dents, glowered when he spoke:<br><br>&nbsp;"Citizens of Thieri, today is a special day for the Order of the Lion," he said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Today is the day of the Choosing, the day when our ranks swell with new knights, new squires and new pages."&nbsp; He allowed the crowd to finish cheering before he started again.&nbsp; &nbsp;"As has been tradition since time immemorial, noble Theirians send their children to the Order to be trained in the arts of chivalry and war.&nbsp; But they do not pay the tuition of just one child, but two."<br><br>The Prince proceeded forward and around the lads, towards the peasants, Typhoon slamming the ground with his powerful hoofs.<br><br>&nbsp;"Each and every single one of you have the potential within you to be a page in my Order.&nbsp; It is a rough life, filled with horror.&nbsp; Many of you are here because your parents cannot provide for you.&nbsp; Many of you are here because your parents want a better life for you.&nbsp; <strong>Seize this opportunity.</strong>&nbsp; The Order only accepts seven nobles each year.&nbsp; So only seven of you will be chosen."<br><br>Here, the Knight Commander placed his impressive helmet over his head, raised his large greatsword from his scabbard and announced:&nbsp; &nbsp;"Good luck and let the games begin."<br><br>There was a tumult of human activity then.&nbsp; The crowd cheered, the pages clapped, and the knights barked orders to get the games underway.&nbsp; There would be footraces, swimming races, wrestling and tests of strength and mettle.&nbsp; But the Knight Commander didn't want to supervise any of it.&nbsp; He hated this part of his position.&nbsp; He watched as parents eagerly shoved their children towards the precipice of war and death and terror, and the Knight Commander hated it.&nbsp; He had seen a lot of young men, not even men really, run through by the sword.<br><br>The Knight Commander solemnly marched toward the courtyard's shadow, followed by Sir Ralph.&nbsp; Sir Ralph was a man of very many crimson hues, with a large belly and the stench of alcohol in his breath.&nbsp; He was a very brave man, though, and had survived many battles on account of his pluck.&nbsp; The Knight Commander liked him as a friend.<br><br>&nbsp;"A good turn out, eh, Prince?" he said.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;"Yes," the Knight Commander said, &nbsp;"The attacks on our caravans have made it hard for our people to keep steady jobs and earn a fair wage.&nbsp; If only we had been commanded home sooner.&nbsp; We could have had the Choosing done with, and the Aserit dogs wouldn't have seen our sad state."<br><br>Sir Ralph laughed.<br><br>&nbsp;"It just looks like the King and Queen are having field games for the children on their lawn," he said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"There is no harm in that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 21:33:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.screened.com/uploads/0/5170/610205-jaime_lannister_01_large.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lorenso Florencia<br><strong>Role:</strong> First Sword<br><strong>Location: </strong> His solar &gt; Courtyard &gt; Throne Room<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Lenally. Kiara. Queen Thieri. <br><br>Lorenso had reached the capital in the dead of night the previous evening, stripping off his clothes and collapsing into bed. He had had a hard ride, but was desperate to reach the castle before the Aserits had arrived. He still threated this peace meeting was some kind of trap, and wanted to be at his King and Queen's side should they need him. He fell into a deep sleep almost the moment his body hit the pillows, his trusted bodyguard, and lover asleep beside him.<br><br>He rolled out of bed in the early morning with a groan, ordering the servants to run him a heated bath as he groggily opened his wardrobe. He pulled out the bright cream surcoat which ran down to his thighs, along with the matching breeches and a pair of confortable boots. It had been so long since he had worn truly clean garments it brought a smile to his face, as his hand busily brushed the dust from them. He laid the clothes out over a chair by the balcony, pouring himself a small glass of wine to start the day. He sipped it slowly, savouring the explosion of tastes on his tongue. <em>How I've missed this place.</em> He mused. <br><br>The servants called for him once the water was heated sufficiently, and Lorenso smiled to sword-maiden. <strong>"Lenally. Care to join me?"</strong> He saw the beautiful figure emerge and follow him into the bathroom, as he slid himself down slowly into the steamy, perfumed waters. He sighed contently, closing his eyes, and for a moment all his troubles faded away. He had been hunting Aserit caravan raiders for 5 months now. I had been dirty, relentless work, and it was so nice to feel clean again. He could feel his muscles tingle as the water massaged the aches of war from his frame. He had the body of a man half his age, and he knew he had enticed more than a few maidens into his bed using it.<br><br>he dived his golden curls into the water, letting the waters clean them back to their original colour, rising back up to the surface a man most would recognise much more closely as the striking warrior Theirians always boasted of. He smiled to Lenally, the weight of the world lifted from him seemed to turn back the clock on his face by 5 years. <strong>"It's good to be home, Isn't it."</strong> While he knew this wasn't her home, he hoped she'd understand the sentiment, as he lent forward, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. <strong>You'll do me proud today Lenally. You always do. Remember...If anything is to happen. The King and Queen are your first priority."</strong> He gave her a cocky grin that he had worn now for 30 years, the same grin of an green, impetuous knight. It had been yet to be wiped from his face. <strong>"I can handle myself."</strong><br><br>After the relaxing bath Lorenso finally slid out of the cooling waters, wrapping himself in a robe, and taking a razor from one of the castle servants. He set to work shaving of that blasted beard that had grown over the last 3 weeks. He had been hunting a band without stop since then, finally cornering and executing everyone one of the bastards. It had left him no time to make himself presentable. Once the lasts of the hair had been removed from his face he did truely look a new man, and stepped back into his bedroom, donning the clothes he had chosen, along with a squirt of manly perfume all nobles wore to events. He went to the sword cabinet, reaching for his dulled dueling blade, something he carried around the castle, then stopped, instead picking up his heavier combat rapier, strapping it back to his belt. He was not going to be caught off guard today.<br><br>The last thing to be attached to his body was a red clock, festooned with the livery of his house, a golden stallion, representing the lucrative travelling traders who formed his house so long ago. His cape was clasped to his surcoat with a pin in the shape of a sword, surrounded by a burning sun, the symbol that marked him as the first sword. He had held the position for one of the longest stretches in centuries, a mark he was proud of.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://awoiaf.westeros.org/images/thumb/1/1e/Jaime_Lannister.jpg/300px-Jaime_Lannister.jpg)</div> He checked himself over once more in the mirror, before emerging from his solar and descending towards the throne room. His quaters were the closest of any nobles to the royal families, and he saw a dart of movement running in the opposite direction down the hallway. He knew who it was, he didn't even need to check. <strong>Kiara! If your not ready for the Aserits your darling mother will have you hung drawn and quartered!</strong> He called out to her playfully. <strong> And I don't want to have to persuade her otherwise! </strong> She was a strange girl that Kiara... She always had been since her...Incident. Part of Lorenso felt bad for her, and responsible. Maybe if he hadn't been on the campaign trail he might have found her. But still, he recognised he was only one man. <br><br>He didn't stop to converse with her, knowing she could not afford to be any later, and he had many things left to do. As he stepped out into the courtyard were assembled eighty of his finest spearmen. They all wore ornate, red armour, emblazoned with the same golden stallion on their chest. These were men he could trust. He stepped through the ranks and called out to them. <strong>"Form up behind me! Ranks of five and sixteen!</strong> He stepped across the courtyard as they filled in behind him, keeping pace, ranked five across and sixteen deep. As much as he was sure the Royal Guards would be sufficiently skilled, it was prudent to have a van of his own men with him. He set off for the throne room, ready to meet the Queen.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>13-08-2012, 01:14:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.turbosquid.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/3DFantasyKnight.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Kale <br><strong>Role</strong>: Knight Commander<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Courtyard<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Essaline, Kariani, Lorenzo<br><br>The two friends watched the proceedings with solemn amusement.&nbsp; The Knight Commander oversaw the conduct of his new pages from afar, making small talk regarding their dispositions.&nbsp; 'He is on the prowl, that one -- very competitive,' or, 'he is dismissive of the citizenry -- a product of bad parenting.'&nbsp; But overall, he seemed pleased by the games and of his choices.<br><br>&nbsp;"Behold, m'lord!&nbsp; It is the First Sword himself!" Sir Ralph said as Lorenzo and his spearmen crossed the courtyard.<br><br>&nbsp;"Indeed," Kale said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"He looks quite harried."<br><br>&nbsp;"I wonder where he is off to?&nbsp; Did you know he was here?"<br><br>&nbsp;"No.&nbsp; I would have a word with him, but I am sure that we shall meet later."<br><br>Sir Ralph leaned back against his saddle and then said:&nbsp; &nbsp;"You know, I think you'd have a good shot at the First Sword.&nbsp; Lorenzo is old, you know.&nbsp; And you're not bad at crossing swords."<br><br>&nbsp;"Lorenzo could be 99, and he would still best me," Kale said dryly.<br><br>A rider quickly approached from beyond the castle's gates.&nbsp; He stopped before the two knights, reeled his tired horse in and said:<br><br>&nbsp;"Knight Commander!&nbsp; The Queen of Aserit and her spawn approach the castle from the rear of the city!"<br><br>&nbsp;"From the rear!" Sir Ralph cried.&nbsp; &nbsp;"What is the meaning of this?"<br><br>&nbsp;"Perhaps they are taking stock of our defenses," the Knight Commander said.<br><br>&nbsp;"Indeed!" he bellowed.&nbsp; &nbsp;"It is good that you made such irregular orders, m'lord.&nbsp; I thought you were mad!&nbsp; But now I understand your meaning."<br><br>&nbsp;"Deception is not my strongest suit, Sir Ralph," he said, &nbsp;"it is ignoble."<br><br>&nbsp;"Do you think that they shall know?"<br><br>&nbsp;"I cannot say," the Knight Commander said slowly.&nbsp; &nbsp;"They expect treachery everywhere.&nbsp; But they are full of hubris, too.&nbsp; They do not expect any sort of military excellence outside of their boundaries."&nbsp; He then turned to look at the rider.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Garrett, tell the First Sword what you told me.&nbsp; He just entered the castle.&nbsp; Tell him that I have gone to meet the delegation personally.&nbsp; Have any messages forward to me."&nbsp; He then turned to look at Sir Ralph.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You, Sir Pontius and I will meet the delegation.&nbsp; Be prepared to ride out in a moment.&nbsp; Instruct Sir Alfus that he is to oversee the Choosing."<br><br>&nbsp;"Yes, Knight Commander!&nbsp; It will be done!"<br><br>And with that, Garrett, the Rider, went off to catch Lorenzo, while Sir Ralph went to get Sir Pontius, leaving Kale to ponder over what was to be done.<br><br>&nbsp;"May heaven grant me the strength to be civil," he murmured to himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>13-08-2012, 19:00:37</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Lenally D'Lannis<br><strong>Role:</strong> Bodyguard to Lorenso<br><strong>Location: </strong> His solar &gt; Courtyard &gt; Throne Room<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Lorenso. Kiara. Queen Thieri. <br><br>Lenally had stirred a bit when she felt a warm body slide into bed beside her. She smiled a little in her sleep, snuggling backwards until she felt his muscular chest against the back of her soft but toned form. She'd missed him so much and had wanted to go with him but he'd insisted she stay here to protect the royal family. She'd frowned, but obeyed. Now however, she turned over and wrapped her arms around the man she loved so completely and fell back asleep.<br><br>She heard a groan and her eyes began to open, as Lorenso pulled from her embrace to get himself readied for the Aserits. She too groaned a little, having been quite comfortable but knowing her duties came first. She couldn't help but smile as he began to assemble his attire, hers would be easy. Black. Black everything. she favored the color and wore little else save on Lorenso's orders. She chuckled as he cleaned some dust of the garment, he hadn't needed such fineries on the battlefield. As if reading his thoughts, she mentioned "I've missed you." she said, looking at him lovingly. "I'm so happy you weren't hurt." she smiled and looked down bashfully, as she moved to get out of bed herself.<br><br>When the servants called announcing the heated bath was ready, she caught that grin that always made her melt. It was unfair, that damnable grin. She walked towards the tub, seeing Lorenso already sliding down into the scented waters as she too joined him. She rested her cheek against his chest, her arms around him. "You should have let me come with you..." she pouted, lifting her head. "I could have helped." she muttered, but she caught his look and grinned a little. "I just don't like being away from you. You know that." She could feel the tension of his form, and began to massage his muscles alongside the water to help him recover. He'd need to be in fine form for the peace talks.<br><br>She chuckled as he dove beneath the water, sighing as he came back up as the dirt and grime washed away. "Yes, you've been sorely missed." she said, leaning in and kissing his lips. She'd not been born to nobility but her home was where Lorenso was. Her family had been lost some time ago and Lorenso had rescued her from a life of poverty and death to train her for something more. She happily accepted his second kiss, moving to straddle his lap. She knew he was tired, but she'd missed him so. And she felt a jealous rage at knowing his bed more than likely had been warmed by another. She simply wanted to restake her claim. "I always do my duty first...but you are the one I am guarding." she pouted. "But I shall protect the king and queen as well as I protect you."<br><br>She looked into his eyes, wanting him and needing to feel him again but she simply embraced him tightly. "Later..?" she asked, stroking his face. She forced herself off of him, watching him move to dress as she finished washing and moved to do the same. She wore her black leathers, better for concealment when it was needed and more flattering to her regardless. She laced her boots, and checked to be certain that all her weapons (concealed and not) were where they should be as she followed behind her Master.<br><br>She saw Kiara and smiled with a nod. She did enjoy the girl's company, and their friendship was quite genuine. Though she highly disliked the teasing of her relationship with Lorenso, she knew Kiara would never speak such things aloud. It could be scandalous and she wouldn't be able to live with causing her lover's ruination. No...she would work hard to elevate herself, to find a way to be with Lorenso the proper way. Lenally couldn't help making&nbsp; a face at Lorenso's insinuation at persuading the Queen, rolling her eyes a little as she waved to Kiara, making a special sign that they would meet to talk later.<br><br>As Lorenso assembled his guards and troops she stood beside him, a blank, unreadable face as she started her duties. She was always at his side unless told otherwise, on the look out for anyone who might try to harm her lover. She would give her life to keep him safe, and she knew that was part of her job as she watched everyone clamor about to prepare for the Aserits.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 02:23:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.turbosquid.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/3DFantasyKnight.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Kale <br><strong>Role</strong>: Knight Commander<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Courtyard<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Essaline, Kariani, Lorenzo<br><br>Garrett wasn't a man of grace or refinement.&nbsp; He was absolutely simple in comparison to the First Blade.&nbsp; But that is precisely why the Knight Commander placed such stock in a man like him.&nbsp; For he could see and not be seen.&nbsp; He was not a memorable man.&nbsp; Nevertheless, he rushed past the royal retinue of spearmen, crying hoarsely, &nbsp;"First Sword!&nbsp; Please wait!"&nbsp; He stopped before him, sliding to an urgent stop.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Prince Kale sent me, m'lord!&nbsp; The Aserits entered through the rear of the city, and he is to go to meet them!"&nbsp; Like many, Garrett assumed that the First Blade and the Prince were close, since the master swordsman was so close to the King.&nbsp; &nbsp;"He sent me to tell you and rode out!"&nbsp; And he stood there, gaping, expecting another command.<br><br>Meanwhile, Sir Ralph had in his company the worthy Sir Pontius, a stalwart blade, and the two met with their leader, who stood taller than both of them aboard that fearsome charger.<br><br>&nbsp;"Alas, m'lord, Sir Pontius and I are prepared to follow you to hell!" Sir Ralph said in his Sir Ralph way.<br><br>&nbsp;"Then let us be quick, and let us ride!"<br><br>The Knight Commander maneuvered the charger around on its hind legs, pulled the reigns and shouted, &nbsp;"Hyaaa!"&nbsp; And the tirade of hooves pounded the ground into submission.&nbsp; The knights charged through the crowd, Sir Ralph yelling, &nbsp;"Move out of the way, for the Knight Commander roams!"&nbsp; And the crowd separated and let the knights through.&nbsp; Not because of their resolve to follow Sir Ralph's commands, but because the future King looked like a demon atop his saddle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 11:59:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/benzer12.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/DesertNomadSS2010VogueChina13.jpg)</div><br><hr><div align="center">*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*</div><hr><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Nadir Ze'rah<br>&nbsp; <strong>Role:</strong> Nydewian Emissary/Ambassador<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong> Castle Throne Room<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> Erin the Lady Fool</span></span></div><hr><div align="center">*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*</div><hr><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; It wasn't just Mattias of Aserit that the Lady Fool had missed coming into town. For the Nydewian Emissary had also found his way into Theiri without drawing any notice or attention. Both of the men seemed to excel at keeping a low profile. Nadir, however, had no other motives for arriving quietly beyond his own satisfaction. As he watched the Lady Erin play Queen for a moment in assumed solitude - he couldn't help but be amused. A small smile crept upon his face as he watched her from the rear of the room, standing in one of the open doors along the back wall. He was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. When he spoke up, his voice was smooth and clear, with just a touch of graininess to it - as if you could hear the course desert sand hidden subtly in his voice. "Queen Amelia usually tells her guests to make themselves at home... though I think you've taken her hospitably generous statement to completely new heights."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He was merely teasing the uniquely dressed woman, hoping to catch her off guard - since it appeared that she thought herself alone after the castle servant had left. He continued on before she had a chance to really respond to his introduction "Impressive acrobatics. Will you be entertaining us with similar feats during the lulls in these <em>uneventful</em> peace talks?" He glazed that word with a small amount of sarcasm, leaving a hint as to how uneventful he truly thought they would be. His mind, however, was less interested in the circumstances of the negotiations than it was on her athletic body. Nadir has seen her perform on more than one occasion, and he still couldn't quite wrap his head around the way she was able to contort her body and move in some of the ways that she did.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The young nomadic warrior was dressed in a fine decorative tunic and loose fitting pants made of a very thin and soft beige fabric. It was traditional formal wear for the Nydewian desert people, and had a very distinctive look to it. The entire tunic was embroidered with swirling silver designs, similar to vines or winding streams. Atop his head was a turban of wrapped cloth, also thin and light fabric of light beige color with a small oval emerald gem pinned to the center of it. Across his shoulder a golden sash was tied that snaked down to his waist where it wrapped once more almost like a belt. Just below that there was an actual belt, where a few different swords were strapped. He had chosen a handful of his most decorative blades - never failing to carry at lest two or three on his person at all times. His colorless eyes narrowed slightly and he offered the beautiful young entertainer a smile. He had spoken with her several times before, always playfully and with no small amount of added charm. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Nadir was quite exceptional when it came to people and words. He read others well and knew how to connect with nearly anyone. Just as the shifting sands of his homeland, he was always able to change and adapt to find common ground with even a complete stranger. Erin, on the other hand, was no stranger at all - an acquaintance, yes - but far from being a stranger. Nadir payed close attention to this sly red-headed woman. Closer attention than he did almost any person in all of Theiri. She was similar to him, always able to adapt, always flexible, always prepared. Perhaps that was what made catching her by surprise at this moment feel so good - even if she didn't show any of that surprise. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;After she had a chance to respond, he uncrossed his arms and made his way into the throne room, his eyes wandering around the illustriously decorated audience chamber. "I am quite interested to see how this plays out." For just a moment he left his words open-ended; that he might be talking about him catching her sitting in the Queen's throne... but he continued on: "Inviting the Aseritans into the heart of Theiri..." He shook his head slightly, clearly disapproving of the move. "It has so much potential for disaster, and so little hope of accomplishment - at least not in any way that will equally benefit both parties." His sharp grey eyes turned back in Erin's direction. "It will be entertaining none the less" Nadir offered with a wry grin, letting her decide if the Nydewian was talking about the negotiations or of herself.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lumasan</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 14:24:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m241/Lui_punkgirl/queenamelia.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong> Amelia Theiri<br><strong>Role: </strong> Queen of Theiri<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the castle, bustling about &gt;Throne room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> No one until the throne room, then Erin, Nadir and Lorenso<br><hr><br>Amelia woke rather early in the morning, as she did each day, and today would be no different. Rolling over in her bed, groggily, she reached for the space next to her hoping to feel the warmth of her husband. He wasn't there, as he hadn't been there for two weeks now. She still had yet to be used to sleeping alone, after so many years together in the same bed. A soft groan escaped Amelia's lips as she rolled back onto her back and stared at the canopy of the bed. Today was an important day, with the possibilities of the kingdom's recovery on the line. <br><br>Slowly she removed herself from the bed, her sleep wear lightly cascading over her skin as she stood. A stretch later, Amelia walked over to her bedroom window, and pulled back the curtains. It was just barely dawn, and she was awake and staring at her kingdom's capital. Worry filled her, as well as despair. Times have been nothing but cruel to her people as the tension between her country and the Aserit had escalated passed a point where no longer, could anyone ignore it. There were people out there, starving despite her and her husband's best efforts. Even after cutting all but a few of the extravagant ways of her family and the things that cost the people the most (even though Amelia would gladly give everything to her kingdom, the king refused that much) She did her best to support the local farmers, purchasing meats, fruits, and veggies from them. Fish from the fishermen, and breads from the bakers&nbsp; through out the kingdom.<br><br>Their wells were drying up, money wise, it was getting harder to help support the kingdom by pushing back money into it that wasn't returning. The cycle itself was going to collapse upon itself within the next year or so if nothing was to change. Peace between the two kingdoms must be obtained, lest a war that would destroy both of them were to happen. Amelia let out a heavy and loud sigh as she shut the curtains. "I need a bath..." She moved and snagged her robe from over a chair and she padded lightly into the hallway outside her quarters. She snagged the attention of an attendant and requested a hot bath be drawn up, in the usual fashion... A soak in a steamy bath, followed by her usual scrubs. She craved a milk bath, she hadn't had one in ages since they had to cut costs at the castle, but she made by without it just perfectly.<br><br>Placing her robe over her body, Amelia in her bare feet, made her way down to the kitchen. She wanted to see how everyone was doing and to offer them help should they need it. Arriving downstairs she had discovered they were already cooking for today's festivities and Ms. Finemore was running things rather smoothly. They exchanged smiles at one another and Amelia left the kitchen. Ms. Finemore was one of her favorite workers, a hardy woman with a heart of gold and a fondness for her daughter's antics. If anything was needed, Ms. Finemore always knew that she shouldn't hesitate to ask the Queen. <br><br>Despite being a Queen, Amelia stuck to her roots. A friendly and heartwarming woman in the clothes of a ruler. Her training was as a noble and she treated everyone equal growing up, favoring the peasants of her father's governed land, versus other nobles. The Queen was only ever selfish when it came to certain sinful desires... and baths. Her next destination was with the people setting up the dining area for tonight's supper. A majority of the table was set, and gardeners were already bringing in fresh flowers from her garden, the arrangements designed by herself. Today would be a simple setting, but still enough to leave an impression while making it clear that even the Queen wasn't swimming in riches. She needed to make a statement, which is why the flowers were simple wild variations of white Daisies, blue Cornflowers and a few stalks of purple Loosestrife. <br><br>The talks wouldn't take place in the throne room today, it was too large, and unwelcoming. A smaller banquet room within the castle was her goal, as she now stood within it--overseeing workers as they bustled about, bringing in flowers. Often times, Amelia found herself enjoying the smaller rooms of the spacious castle on several occasions. it felt too empty, as there were less workers bustling about, and her children often not screaming about. Her children were no longer youngsters, wailing at the top of their lungs and prancing about the castle hallways, echoing laughter hitting the walls. She missed it at times, and these smaller rooms brought her comfort. Satisfied with how everyone was doing, she made her way back to the kitchen to snag some breakfast. <br><br>It felt like a long walk, walking around the castle early in the morning, but it was refreshing albeit lonely. By the time she had made her way back to the kitchen, a small breakfast already awaited her, much to her surprise. She looked up at girls in the kitchen. "Girls, you really needed have done this, I was going to make my own..." Amelia smiled and the girls in the kitchen told her to just eat it and get ready for the day. "Alright... but this means your next breakfast, I'll be making it." Amelia let out a hearty chuckle. She would eat in the kitchen, taking seat on the stool in front of her food. She ate almost every breakfast in the kitchen with her daughter since her husband left on a trip for negotiations. Typically they both ate in the dining room, but Amelia preferred the gossip and the chatter of the girls her daughter's age. It refreshed her and made her feel much younger than she really was.<br><br>And so this morning she did the same, except for the absence of her daughter Kiara. She was up too early for her relaxed daughter to join her. The breakfast was delicious and upon finishing, she reiterated that tomorrow, she would make breakfast for the girls in the kitchen. Amelia excused herself and made her way to her private bath. Her bath always took a while to draw out, all the scrubs were prepared before hand and then the water came last. The brunette thanked the attendant as they removed her robe and excused themselves. <br><br>This was the one thing Amelia enjoyed more than anything, food, sex, aphrodisiacs and flowers. The water, the warm perfumed waters were her sanctuary. They helped to clear her mind, and today was no exception, as she planned to soak for a good long time. The queen slowly unbuttoned her sleeping gown and let it fall gracefully to the floor beneath her. While untying her braided hair, Amelia walked into the bath before her. The smell of chamomile and lavender hitting her nose as soon as her chest hit the water. Having completely undone her hair, Amelia relaxed into the pillow at the edge of the pool, and propped herself up for a several hour long soak. Sure she would be pruny when she came out of it, but that's how Amelia liked it. Her skin relaxed to a state where scrubs had the best effect in her opinion. Sloughing off dead skin and polishing out blemishes and faults. Amelia sighed as she relaxed further into her bath, drifting to sleep like she often did.<br><br><em>There was a man, in front of her, smiling softly, his eyes hidden by shaggy unkempt hair. He approached her, holding out his hand. At first she thought it was her husband, returning, but then realized he was wearing the clothes of a peasant. Willingly, after a wave of calm washed over her, she took his hand. His rough fingers locked with her delicate soft ones, and she found herself drawn to it. Hard worked hands, but some care to them as well. When she looked back up, his features had changed some what, but the soft smile still was on his face. They were in her gardens now, surrounded by white roses. There were so many of them, to the point that each rose looked like a patch of snow on the bushes. <br><br>It was bright now, and she lost sight of the man's face, and her world began to shake. The calmness swept away to reveal a panicking sense of fear and despair. She felt consumed by it, as the light faded and darkness remained. Her heart raced, and she felt the pains of loneliness before another man appeared before her. The pain, fear and despair grew as she saw the smile on the new man's face. It was devilish, malicious and just plain wrong. Laughter rang in her ears....</em> And her eyes flew open. <br><br>Amelia had fallen too far into sleep, her hands had been gripping the sides of the bath. Releasing her grip she flexed her hands and let out a heavy sigh. IT was much brighter in the room, and she had no idea how long she had been out. The water was cooler, barely warm any more. "That... wasn't relaxing at all..."she proclaimed with another sigh. Looking around she had discovered that a new robe had been laid out on a chair for her and her sleeping gown was gone. An examination of her fingers as well proved to Amelia that she was ready for her scrubs. Climbing out of the water, she took a seat on the stool nearby. Her scrubs and lotions in dishes next to it. She picked up the first one, the roughest of all her scrubs, meant for exfoliating her skin. She rubbed herself just before the point of raw, her skin lightly pinked from the grating of the sand particles. A dip in the bath removed it all before she went onto the next. <br><br>She repeated the scrubs until she had gone through them all, the water starting to get a bit dirty looking when she was finally done within it. The last thing she placed on her skin was the lotion in the bowl. It was a concoction she made with the apothecary she knew from her childhood. Scentless, it was an amazing moisturizer and contained all natural ingredients like anything that would ever touch her olive skin. After she finished rubbing it in, she placed the new and fresh robe around her body, tying it closed. Walking out the door, she stopped to ask the attendant on the seat outside of it a question. "How long was I in there today?" The girl's answer was that she had been in there at least two hours, and she had to replenish the heat in the water once. "Sounds about normal... Thank you deary," Amelia replied before heading for her chambers.<br><br>She chose today to get ready today mostly by herself, the first piece of clothing she put on was a nice pair of white panties (http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m241/Lui_punkgirl/U157-1PPlusSizeSatinLaceWhitePantyWomenSexyUnderwear.jpg). Of course the only exception was the thirty minutes spent with her personal maid, tightening her underbust corset (http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m241/Lui_punkgirl/Long_line_steel_boned_underbust_corset_in.jpg). Once that was done, Amelia set to powdering her face and applying a faint amount of makeup. She was never fond of heavy makeup and preferred little to none, and believed that a beautiful face shined brightest with flawless skin. <br><br>The ends of her hair were still wet as she maneuvered her wavy hair into an updo (http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m241/Lui_punkgirl/evening-curly-Hair-Styles.jpg) with many hair pins. Before she had even attempted to put on her chosen gown for the night, she had spent much time prepping herself. Having moved to the closet, which wasn't a closet but a room full of mannequins with her best dresses on them. A tiny room, and cluttered by dresses, each made by a different tailor within the kingdom. Amelia loathed not paying tribute to each artist within her country, and made it a habit of never returning to one tailor, providing them all with the chance to make a dress for her. "Something simple, and yet lightly commanding, with a dash of utterly ravishing," she plotted out loud as her grey eyes scanned the room and found her target. She retrieved the dress (http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m241/Lui_punkgirl/Generous-A-line-plunging-neckline-long-chiffon-dark-red-bridesmaid-dress.jpg) from the mannequin and began to dress herself. The fasteners in the back were a plus, as she could reach them and do them up without too much hassle. <br><br>Before leaving her room for the rest of the day, she caught herself in the mirror for one last look. No jewelry for today except the piece that would be on her head, as she bent over and picked up the crown she would wear for today. It wasn't much, and never had been, but it was hand crafted by the finest artisan in the country, years upon years ago. Gently she placed it on her head, adjusted it so that her hair kept it from falling off, and then let out another sigh. "Big day today Amelia, it is time to finally prove to the King we can do this, the kingdom depends on it," she pep talked herself. In truth she was greatly nervous, as seen by her fiddling hands as she made her way down to the throne room. She would never let someone see her in this state, not even her own husband or her children. The sides of her they would never have to see, for she was a strong and caring woman, that was all they needed to know. <br><br>Making her way into the throne room, she found Nadir and her lady fool, Erin conversing, Erin was sitting in her throne. "Those chairs aren't rather comfy, I find them a problem to sit on for longer periods of time." She laughed softly as she walked into the room, halfway through the conversation. "I hope everything plays out well as well Nadir... It would mean terrible things should it not." Amelia ended her statement with a sigh and then paused before continuing, "It could end up disastrous, but I will do my damnedest to keep that from happening. Luckily, King Maximus has shown a rather diplomatic side as of late in the letters he's sent me, the very few of them that is. So... this may not turn out too badly,"&nbsp; &nbsp;She said calmly as she walked up to the two of them. Her nervous state seemingly had disappeared before she had entered the room. "How was your trip young Nadir? Uneventful or did you flirt your way into the pants of some girls on the way here?" She spoke with a flirtatious smile directed at the young ambassador.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 04:15:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/girls%20for%20rp/redheadgirl.jpg)</div><strong>Erin The Lady Fool</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Throne Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Nadir, Amelia<br><br>Erin was rarely caught off guard so when Nadir spoke when she thought herself alone a trace of irritation could be seen in her bright blue eyes went she slowly turned her head to look at him. She was smiling as ever and laughed lightly at his words amused dispite being caught off guard. Nadir was a sly one, one she enjoyed the company of from time to time but unfortunately for him he was too smart and she had far too many secrets for him to ever be anything more then a passing amusement.<br><br>When he asked if she'd be preforming during the negotiations she smirked her eyes turning playful. Shifting she moved so she was seated correctly before putting her hands on the arm rests of the throne and with an impressive show of strength and control lifted herself up so her butt was off the seat. With strength most would never guess she had she moved so supported by her arms her body moved, her butt raising up and twisting over itself she he could see her pert derrière in the air facing him her toes pointing in the air for a moment before she pushed off into the air twisting so when she landed on her dainty feet she was facing him, "If it pleases you Sir Ze'rah. I might be persuaded" She said with a hint of a sly smile as she settled a hand on her hip quieting the dancing tinkling music of the bells on her costume.<br><br>Erin only shrugged her shoulders and feinted disinterest brushing back her hair as Nadir started talking of the nations coming together under Theiri's roof. "Kingdoms grow big and they grow tall, but all of us must one day fall. We hope, we prey, we do our best, but this is an unpassable test. For one to thrive one must fall, Let us hope it doesn't consume us all." She prattled knowing her rhythms often annoyed others but sensing Nadir may appreciate her words. <br><br>Humming to herself she skipped a circle around the man of the shifting sands eyes traveling over him lewdly and without shame. If Erin even felt such emotions it was a closely guarded secret. She stopped in front of him again close, closer then most people would dare get to another. "Things will get very interesting very soon" She said her voice low a small fragile hand reaching out fingers sliding down the center of his chest, "I wonder where you will stand when the dust settles." She finished softly. Before he could respond she turned around and pushed herself forward going into a tumble across the marble floor. She came to her feet easily and turned plopping herself right back on the throne legs crossed one foot jiggling. it was said Lady Fool could never keep completely still. For once the rumors were right.<br><br>With the entrance of the queen you were suppose to rise to show respect but Erin did not. Instead she smiled brightly and caressed the arm of the thrown. "Oh i don't know, I find it quiet comfy." she remarked giggling to herself before rising and drooping into absurd bow, with her leg presented like a man and a fluttering turn of her hand as she bent forward. "My lady" She said before rising again. <br><br>At the mention of King Maxius Erin started laughing bright. She pressed a hand to her mouth as if to stifle the sound shaking her head before finally calming enough to speak. "My queen I don't think it's diplomacy he's interested in your case." She said wiggling her eye brows suggestively. At the question to Nadir Erin snorted, "My guess would be more then one." She remarked dryly tilting a smile to Nadir to she she was being playful. Humming she tapped her foot causing the bells to chime merrily.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 07:17:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/benzer12.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/DesertNomadSS2010VogueChina13.jpg)</div><br><hr><div align="center">*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*</div><hr><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Nadir Ze'rah<br>&nbsp; <strong>Role:</strong> Nydewian Emissary/Ambassador<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong> Castle Throne Room<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> <strong>Erin and Amelia</strong>, Orianthi, the Aserit Family</span></span></div><hr><div align="center">*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*</div><hr><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; Indeed she was correct, he did appreciate her rhyme and rhythm, and it sent his thoughts on yet another completely unprofessional excursion. He wondered if that rhythm pervaded more than just her voice. The thoughts were fleeting though, as he knew better than to let himself get too carried away. The Lady Fool then began to hum and prance about the room around him as if he were the center of a private showing. Her playful romp, however, was concluded with a cryptic finale. <em>Ever the entertainer</em>, he thought to himself with a smile, letting that grin beam confidently so that she would have an idea as to how he believed he might fair should things turn sour.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;That was when Queen Amelia had timed her perfect entrance - the scene at play before her plenty of evidence as to both ladies assumptions about his flirtatious habits. The humble highness held not an ounce of anger for the Lady Fool's disrespectful fun, and that didn't surprise him. She did not fret over silly prideful things. Amelia then spoke honestly her thoughts about the proceedings to come - which he always appreciated about her - before she went on to a less serious subject... Which was of course, the nature of his journey and a few of it's personal details. The truth was, Nadir always traveled alone - never trusting company on the open road... especially strange company. Those suspicions aside, he also usually made a couple of stops that he wouldn't want to be caught making - not of the intimate type... No. Something far more dangerous to his personal well-being. So he didn't bother offering a retort to how Erin had playfully answered for him. Let them believe what they will. The visage that Nadir was a lover and not a fighter is exactly the type of image he chose to maintain. It made things much simpler in the grand scheme of things.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;So his first words in response veered back towards the negotiations and the details surrounding them. Of course he offered the Queen a slight bow and conspicuous smile before he spoke, "Queen Amelia..." he said to pay his respects before straitening back up to his full height once more. "I don't doubt you shall do everything in your power to find a peaceful solution. One that is in the best interests of the common people - from both sides." While the Queen of Theiri was not of the exotic look that Nadir usually found himself attracted too, her plain honesty and humble mindset was quite endearing. She understood what it was like to come from simpler beginnings - much like himself. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"I <em>also</em> do not doubt King Maximus' diplomatic sincerity... however, it is the boiling blood that he brings in tow that I worry about." He was clearly referring to the rest of the Aserit Royal family... well not the rest, just a few individuals in particular; and he didn't have to name them for Amelia... She knew of who he spoke, Prince Reynard in particular. Nadir actually had a slight friendship developed with Auron, and then of course there was Orianthi... Even thinking of the gorgeous eldest daughter made Nadir shift uncomfortably, albeit briefly. Fortunately the timing of his noticeable shift came after his previous statement referring to Essalin, Reynard and Kaniene - and would naturally be assigned to one of them.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He made a mental note to be more careful with his thoughts. His adoration for Orinathi was a tightly kept secret between her and himself. On the rare occasions the two had the opportunity to speak in private... neither one could hide the untold feelings that danced in their eyes. He didn't flirt with Orianthi the same way he flirted with everyone else. His words were lighter, but at the same time slightly more serious. With other women he purposely tried to get under their skin and use their own bodies against them... but with Aserit's eldest daughter he stuck to simple and honest compliments. It was an entirely different side of Nadir that only she had the pleasure of witnessing. He could hardly control himself around her, but he did. He knew that her station was far above his, and the arrangement he longed so dearly for was completely unacceptable... but yet he could not deny his feelings for the princess. So he battled with them as best he could.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"I do hope they manage to behave themselves." Nadir offered, though as to how genuinely he actually felt about the statement - none could tell. He knew the Aseritans better than any other foreigner that frequented their Kingdom, and thus his precautionary concerns were not to be taken lightly, as Amelia was well aware.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lenka</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 13:59:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://theresalduncan.typepad.com/witostaircase/images/forest_princess_1.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Kiara <br><strong>Role</strong>: Princess of Theiri<br><strong>Location</strong>: Bedroom chamber~ dressing for the arrival of the Aserits<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Her two chamber maids <br><br><br><strong>"Don't be so silly, it is just mud..I'm sure it will wash right out." </strong>Kiara had to explain the brown muck to both of her chamber maids, one of them younger and seeming to look at the mud as if it came from the backend of an animal...the thought made her smile widen and both ladies seemed to understand her line of thought. The other was an elderly woman, one who couldn't understand why Kiara wasn't the impeccable ideal princess in which was her sole purpose in life. <strong>"Now hurry child, put this on. Your highness has been waiting for you since eleven this morning...there is still much to do!</strong>" The older woman placed the dress on the large four poster bed, her face redding with stress before she left the room with impatience.<br><br>At least Kiara was able to enjoy the warm splendour of her own small bath before the proceeding began, which then would no doubt take over the Kingdom for a few days with plans of a future peace treaty. Her mind was moving at a fast pace, trying to put a face to the names she had heard over the years. Alot of the Aserits's she hadn't met before..not since she was a mere child, yet she had heard all the rumours..luckily spreading words weren't a curiosity in her own life...unlike her young chamber maid, Danika Emerett.<br><br>Blowing the soft rose petals from her bath, she heard the small laugh behind her.<br>&nbsp;<strong>"You'll never be ready in time." </strong>the young maid spoke as she held out a towel for Kiara.<strong> "Oh heavens Kiara..what I wouldn't give to see the handsome Prince Auron..he sounds so... <em>mysterious</em>! I heard he slayed an army of men in a moment of minutes..<em>with his bare hands</em>!"</strong> she began, excitement high in her voice as she dried Kiara's body off and scented her with oils. <strong>"I heard that Princess Kaniene and Princess Orianthi are two opposites, one loving to bath in the blood of men, the other bathing in only the finest of oils and salts, her body covered in only the rarest jewels and silk!"</strong><br><br>Kiara stepped out of the water and into the warmed towel, listening to Danika Emeretts excited voice going on about each of the arriving Aserit's. <strong>"I fear that I have no expectations Danika..I just look forward to peace becoming over our two lands.."</strong> her voice was a soft whisper as she lifted her arms and slipped into the long silken white dress, the material feeling like a second skin as it hugged her firm lean body and showed the curves of that of a woman now. The unmistakable gasp from Miss Emerett's throat made her turn around to see what the fuss was about. <strong>"So..beautiful..you look...like an actual princess.."</strong> They both couldn't contain their laughter before Danika began with Kiara's hair, slipping crystal balls in to draw attention to the intricate pattern she was creating. Danika had often said what a graceful neck Kiara had, tonight she was in her element placing the normally wild thick hair up.<br><br>After what felt like a good hour of Danika finishing off Kiara's final look, the young maid was beaming at Kiara like she was a sculptured project.<strong> "You are positively absolutely the most beautiful I have ever seen you!"</strong> Danika squealed with laughter as she pushed Kiara towards the mirror finally, looking over her shoulder in awe at the dramatic change.&nbsp; All Kiara could do was stare, her slender fingers brushing up along the large mirror slowly as if to test that the reflection was real. The dress cut in a soft line across her breasts, she only had a handful of them, but in this dress they looked plentiful. Her bones along her shoulder stood out and accentuated her lean neck, her jawline, mouth, eye's..everything seemed..different.<strong> "I look like..<em>.like a woman.</em>.</strong>" she whispered as her blue eye's trailed down to the length of the rest of the dress, capturing the sheen of silk and the way the edges flowed so gracefully at the bottom. <strong>"This is a new design..your mother had it made especially for you for this celebration...it's perfect on you!"</strong> <br><br>The sudden loud and harsh knock at the door made both girls jump, the older bedmaid walking in and staring in awe at the princess now. <strong>"Princess Kiara...are my eye's tricking me!?..but come!..it is time to join now child."</strong><br><br>She could barely take a breath as she was pulled out of her bedroom...<em>really! Was she that ineffectual..that feeble?</em><br><br>Today was going to mark a celebration..she just had to ignore the feeling that was rising in her stomach. Whatever was going to transpire, she was going to act as the princess she was born.<br>&nbsp;<div align="center">(http://12img.skins.be/2/8/0/2/7/2/7/amberheard14-1920x1080.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lumasan</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 06:29:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m241/Lui_punkgirl/queenamelia.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Queen Amelia Theiri<br><strong>Role:</strong> Queen of Theiri<br><strong>Location:</strong> Throne Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Erin and Nadir<br><br>Amelia let out a soft sigh as she gently lifted her dress an inch off of the floor, and made her way to her throne. She nodded her head, with a soft smile on her lips, as Erin bowed for her. She made her way, softly stepping, passed Erin to her throne. Sitting in it, she glanced at the empty identical chair next to it. A concerned look played across her face for all but several milliseconds, before she pulled her eyes away to watch the fool and the ambassador.&nbsp; "I must agree with you on that Nadir. The Maximus children always concern me, and even more so today. I do hope the king can keep his family in line." Amelia finished as she crossed a leg over the other and sighed softly again. <br><br>Her fingers danced along the armrest of the throne as she began to lose herself in thought over the peace treaty. She worried about her two children and how it could affect them in the long run. She worried about possible assassination attempts, or if the Aserit were worried about it as well. She then worried her dining set up would not be lavish enough for them, but they would have to come to terms with the fact that the Theiri were strapped for money. Her mind jumped to the fact that she had only flowers to give, no lavish fabrics or pretty jewels, she hoped the Queen and princesses would be fine with bulbs of rare and hardy flowers to take back to their kingdom. <br><br>A few minutes later came another sigh as Amelia adjusted herself in the throne again. "I hope that no one starts anything today, any kind of commotion could be bad for this treaty, let alone could just outright stop it," Amelia ended and left the room in silence. Her nerves were starting to get to her again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lenka</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 13:27:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://theresalduncan.typepad.com/witostaircase/images/forest_princess_1.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Kiara <br><strong>Role</strong>: Princess of Theiri<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Throne room<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Nadir, Erin and Queen Amelia<br><br>Kiara felt a rising dread as she pressed her forehead against the cold stained glass window in the highest tower. She stared from the view that showed miles of vast tree's and rocky mountain plains, but her wide blue eye's were locked onto a group that was gathering just at the entry of Theiri's castle...not just a group, but the Aserits themselves. She couldn't help her palms pressing up against the windows ledge or her palms curling into tight fists. Something felt uneasy within her as she witnessed what had just transpired between them all. She watched the man who threw something move to the back of a gathering group.<br><br>Her eye's took in the defensive stance of Kale, her older brother and his sentries at his side, their fingers restlessly brushing against their long blades as if they were thinking of striking someone down in that instant. Anger, pain and chaos! She didn't need her gift of foresight to know what could have been.<br><strong>"No, No..<em>Noooo</em>!"</strong>&nbsp; She watched it all play out as if in slow motion, her feet already rushing her past the window and down the towards the throne room where the meetings would intially begin.<br>&nbsp; <br><strong>"What is wrong Princess Kiara!"</strong> The older chamber maid asked as she was then left behind in a strange manner. They had been heading towards the throne room in more of a dignified manner, that was until Kiara's fear of this fragile situation over rode her sense of duty. She slipped out of her silver slippers to gain more speed and ran down the numerous stairs that curved in a spiral fashion, her pulse kicking high in her throat before she stoped at a corner where she heard a scuffle of noise. It was only the kitchen staff and maids, but so much was happening in the castle at the moment, she hoped that there was still enough time to render what may or may not have happened.<br><br>Taking a deep breath before she opened a secret back entry to the Throne room, her head popped out from the door to notice the room had only her mother, Erin and Nadir currently. She wanted privacy with her mother, something she wasn't sure that could be possible giving the timing...anytime now the Aserits would be storming in, no doubt up in arms about the chaos of what had happened between the civilians and kale. She didn't know weather she trusted Nadir and Erin would only confuse the matter with her playful rhymes or silly games which weren't appropriate for this moment...this was a something more important than anything she could comprehend and she would stand by her mother.<br><br>Kiara simply entered in the room quietly, her silver slippers hanging by two fingers along her thigh as she moved towards her mother. She hated that she could feel the worry radiating from her. She was sure Nadir was keeping himself under wraps even though she had no such contact with him before. <br><br>Erin was just.<em>.Erin.</em><br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"Mother.."</strong> Kiara's voice was smooth and peaceful, yet she now walked towards her with slight haste, something her mother would pick up on any most other day. Kiara sat on the edge of the throne while slipping back into her silver slippers, wrapping the long length in a criss cross fashion along her calves for a neat display. She knew Amelia would hope that today of all days that Kiara should at least be prepared before being in the presence of anyone. But, Before her mother had a chance to say anything further, Kiara leaned in for a kiss along her mothers cheek, whispering,<br>...<em> 'I am afraid of what I have just seen.' </em><br><strong>"Oh mother thank you for the dress, it is far more beautiful than any fine silk I have seen"</strong> she smiled with gratitude, her eye's showing the truth in the words she was about to speak as she focused on only her. She leaned in again for another close embrace, hiding her whispers against her mothers ears so they were out of the proximity of Erin and Nadir hearing.<br><br>&nbsp;<em>'Kale has met with the Aserits just outside the gates of the castle..be prepared mother for I feel things wont begin with sweet pleasantries after what I had just witnessed.'</em> she had to give her mother warning, without the King in the house it was up to the Queen now to express the grave truth of why this treaty was the very thing the Theiri's needed.<br><br>Kiara wound her fingers between Amelias, they were bonded very close as mother and daughter, but especially now they needed one anothers strengths. <strong>"You look beautiful mother...<em>as always"</em></strong> she gave her a little squeeze of her fingers before she smiled like the sweet princess she was. <br>&nbsp; <div align="center">(http://12img.skins.be/2/8/0/2/7/2/7/amberheard14-1920x1080.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 03:01:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/girls%20for%20rp/redheadgirl.jpg)</div><strong>Erin The Lady Fool</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Throne Room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Nadir, Amelia, Kiara, Mattias<br><br>People were so much like puzzles, they thought themselves mysteries but more often that not people were far less mysterious then they thought, those that acually were mysterious tended to be the most dangerous. Those in the room Amelia and Nadir were perfect examples. Amelia was like the flowers she loved so much, delicate and lovely to look at but far hardier then anyone would expect her to be. People forgot she wasn't born into the role of the queen but rose to it. People underestimated her. Then there was Nadir who was as shifty as the horizons of his home land, so much of him seemed genuine and real that some times Erin caught herself wondering if any of what he said was more then a painted illusion.<br><br>She watched Nadir shift when mentioning the Aserit family and found curiosity in that and then listened to the queen fret. She looked uneasy which was both good and bad. They were inviting the wolves of Aserit to come into the bosom of the kingdom, to show weakness at this point would be very much like baring your throat to the beast and expecting to live to tell the tale. <br><br>The Kiara came in. Erin smiled at the brighter at her 'friend' but was dismissed <em>bitch</em> Erin thought silently. Kiara was a problem. Most trusted silly Erin but Kiara did not maybe it was that gift of hers but she certainly hadn't been as friendly of late. The princess went strait to the queen and though she spoke loudly enough for the room to hear at moments at others Erin could just make out the soft cascade of whispered secrets and it made her want to yell at the pair of them but the silly fool would do no such thing.<br><br>Instead she sighed a loud theatrical sigh, "Whisper, whisper, whisper." She said with a yawn sounding utterly bored. Tilting her head she looked at Nadir and gave a shrug "Well I'm off. I think my talents would be better served else where." She said jumping twice into the air before turning around and skipping gaily out of the room to the sound of jingling bells.<br><br><em>♪"What goes up then must come down and round and round and round and round. You spin me up I plunge you down and round and round and round and round. I watch you fall i love the sound and round and round and round and round"♪</em> Erin sand loudly through the halls as she found her way outside.<br><br>The sun was warm and welcome against her skin after the chilly temperature of the thrown room. Her gaze swept the area and found the one she was looking for the Aserit adviser sitting all by his lonesome. A smirk crossed her lips and she skipped forward before someone cut her off and she all but ran into them. Instead she twisted and landed on her butt and started laughing brightly in the middle of the walk way. "oh my miss. I'm sorry" The scrawny boy in a bright red tunic said taking her hand and helping Erin to her feet.<br><br>She was still laughing and brushed the dust from her clothing before turning bright blue eyes to the runner who was recognizable by the bright red of his tunic. "Are you...you wouldn't happen...Lady Fool?" The boy said stumbling over his words. Erin smiled brightly. "I am yes. " She said kindly. "Do you have a letter for me?" She asked to get the young man to quit staring at her legs. "oh yes." The guy said taking the letter out from the front of his shirt and handing it over. "Thank you" Erin said sweetly leaning in and giving the guy a kiss on his blushing cheek before turning and skipping away.<br><br>Skipping away Erin turned the letter over in her hands and recognized Zy's distinctive hand writing and smiled. taking the letter she tucked it into her corset before approaching Mattias and noticing for the first time he was reading something. Erin plopped herself down next to him sitting a touch too close. "What are you doing here all by your lonesome?" She asked cheerfully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Veluux</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 10:04:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/benzer12.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/DesertNomadSS2010VogueChina13.jpg)</div><br><hr><div align="center">*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*</div><hr><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>&nbsp; Name:</strong> Nadir Ze'rah<br>&nbsp; <strong>Role:</strong> Nydewian Emissary/Ambassador<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong> Throne Room Window<br>&nbsp; <strong>Tags:</strong> <strong>Erin, </strong><em>Amelia, Kiara, Mattias, Orianthi</em> (<strong>Direct</strong>,<em> Indirect</em>)</span></span></div><hr><div align="center">*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*</div><hr><br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp; &nbsp; On most occasions, falling prey to surprise rarely happens to someone of his awareness and preparation; though Nadir couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat as Kiara came hastily through the back door of the throne room he had been standing in only several moments before. Your average Theirian man would quite enjoy feeling the brush of the hurrying princess as she scurried past - a rare sensation that a man <em>outside</em> of the kingdom would normally consider an exotic treat. Nadir's eyes followed Kiara as she crossed the short distance to the throne and Amelia's side, perhaps imagining the missed opportunity - at least it appeared.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;In all actuality Nadir was quite relieved and fortunate that he had cleared the frame before Kiara bustled in. That young lady even made Erin feel comfortably predictable as far as the Nydewian was concerned. He had heard rumors of her gift of foresight and visions and frequently went out of his own way to avoid contact with her - for many reasons. The calculating nomad had so many stories he didn't want told - as his origins were not the most upstanding for a man that frequented royal courts. His position as an Emissary of Nydewia was an insulting alternative to the life that he was never afforded the opportunity. His office was a substitute to something greater that could have been, and the luxuries of his standing provided little comfort. He did take full advantage of those luxuries however.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;One such luxury was taking a good long stare at the beautiful young princess and her shapely legs as she raised her dress to put on her shoes - or put them <em>back</em> on, for that matter. The slight pink creases on her delicate skin of where the shoes had previously been fastened and rubbed on her just enough to leave a mark. His sharp mind then connected the dots. The haste with which she had approached the throne - likely just slowed down for appearance as she had clearly been moving at a pace her footwear couldn't handle. Those slight details he pieced together with the rumors of her foresight and the curiously suspicious movements she used to successfully cover whispered words. Nadir was quick to assume that already bad news was brewing, and the Aserit family had yet to even set foot inside the castle!<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Nadir's crystal grey eyes narrowed. Had King Maxisus already allowed his wild children to threaten the possibility of realistic peace talks? He quietly shook his head in both amusement and disappointment. From the other side of the room he noticed Erin watching the Queen and Princess interact with no small amount of discontent, always the animated one. The young entertainer appeared to grow bored - or at least acted that way - and took leave with but a few departing words. He offered the red-head a customary bow of his head and an upraised palm - which was the Nydewian way of saying "<em>I understand.</em>" After watching Erin depart to the sound of bouncing bells he did not turn back to regard the Queen and her daughter.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Instead he went straight to investigating his own suspicions, making for one of the windows that looked out over the castle gates. He could only make out the forms of a couple of figures, as the high stone walls blocked much of the action. He could glimpse the Royal Aserit Carriage standing still, it's door swinging open to let out one of the passengers. Nadir's heart raced. Even at such a distance, the fine dress and graceful movements were unmistakable. Princess Orianthi had made her appearance, and his mind raced with thoughts about the attractive woman. He could see a large crowd gathered around the area, but everyone was too far away for him to make out what was taking place. Orianthi then walked forward, disappearing behind the thick mortar walls that were obstructing most of his view.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Nadir just sighed and turned his gaze elsewhere, he didn't doubt that he would be able to ascertain the details of the Aserit approach later that evening. He was quite adept at gathering information he desired, in whatever way possible - though he preferred civility. His colorless orbs turned then to the castle gardens in time to watch Erin bump into the young courier and notice the exchange between the two that - though awkward - didn't seem suspicious. That, however, did not dampen Nadir's curiosity about who the letter could be from. The ginger then made her way over to a man seated in the gardens reading a parchment. The Nydewian recognized the man by his attire and weaponry as Mattias Torm. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Nadir narrowed his eyes quite sharply, wondering what business the Lady Fool might have with the man. Normally he would see no reason to concern himself with why an attractive woman might pursue Mattias, but she appeared to just be making idle conversation. She did so in quite the same manner that she usually did with Nadir, bubbly and friendly, but more interested than was normal. He understood that there was a depth to this woman that went beyond the face and facade she put on. He was most curious then, about exactly how far she intended to delve. For Nadir and Mattias were far deeper wells of person and information than she - or anyone, for that matter - were probably aware.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lumasan</strong> on <strong>22-08-2012, 11:36:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m241/Lui_punkgirl/queenamelia.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Queen Amelia<br><strong>Role:</strong> Queen of Theiri<br><strong>Location:</strong> Throne Room of the Theiri Castle<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Princess Kiara, Nadir, Erin, maids<br><br>Amelia shifted again as she saw her daughter approach, a warm smile conjuring on her face. That was, until she realized something was wrong with the way Kiara was approaching her. She shifted once more, almost standing up out of the throne when her Daughter came within feet of her. "What's wrong my Orchid?" She said calmly and with a soft, smooth voice. As her daughter's voice whispered into her ear, the breath tickling the hairs on her neck, Amelia hung her head a little, in concern. <br><br>Sitting back into the throne, Amelia looked at her daughter. She was glad of the dress she picked out for her, and now she did look like the beautiful flower Amelia always thought Kiara to be. Of course her daughter was always a treasure with her beauty and her ways, but today, she looked simply stunning in something so simple. She smiled at Kiara as she thanked her for the dress, but her smile was a cause for concern as her eyes read her daughters. Her foresight was unbelievably handy in times such as this. Should her daughter decide to learn politics, God help the other countries. Her daughter could rule well with that peaceful mind and strong heart.<br><br>Amelia looked out over the throne room at Erin and Nadir, glancing only as she heard her daughter's next words. A calm face was kept as inside her head, Amelia unfolded slightly. They were too early and her son, from the sound of it, was possibly being brash and fool hearty. Her eyes looked at her lap as she place a hand on her cheek and rubbed slightly. her fingers moving shortly there after to brush away a strand of hair. She watched now as Erin proclaimed about whispers and then was suddenly declaring her exit, singing on the way out. It brought a smile to Amelia's face, but she pondered at the Lady Fool's choice of song. She watched as well as Nadir lost interest in what was happening. <br><br>Once again Amelia shifted, to look at her daughter taking her hand and gripping it tight. She was always glad for her daughter, for she brought strength to this queen. "Thank you my daughter," she responded upon the lovely compliment Kiara paid to her. Beginning to relax again inside, she decided to stand and let out a heavy sigh. "Well it seems that we will have to inform the staff in the kitchen and dining room that the guests have arrived early. I'm not even sure their beds have been prepared yet. Might as well check on that now, rather than later. Care to join me orchid?" she said softly as she moved out of the throne room in direction of the kitchen.<br><br>As she walked, Amelia observed her castle in silence, if her daughter had words for her to hear, Amelia was all ears. The quietness was a bit unusual for the relatively conversational woman, but it was only there because she was focusing. Focusing on what had to get done before people came to the castle. She snagged maids and workers when she could, to start spreading word and begin preparing the bedrooms for the Aserit royalty if they hadn't been started yet. To her relief the wing had already been started on last night, and they were just finishing up. She said her thank you's to the staff and made her way to the kitchen. She asked the maids to place out snack trays, to hold off the guests until supper was finished. She offered her help, but once again was pushed out of the kitchen with kindness. <br><br>She sighed softly, not saying much of anything still as she checked on the area they would be dining and discussing within. Her eyes scanned the room, the flowers and decorations in place. It just lacked food and entertainment. Amelia clasped together in front of her lips lips for a moment, as every servant in the room had left, scurrying to get other things done. Deep in thought Amelia pondered when her husband would be home, and how she was going to do this alone. She paused and let her hands fall to her side. Her face was determined now, her mind giving her a boost to her confidence. What if she could pull this off alone? Then she would have something to nerve the King when he came back. She liked having weapons against him, verbal secrets, truth uncovered behind the lies if there were any. Their verbal dialogue was always exciting, always keeping each other on their toes. She could do this, and prove herself a woman worthy of her tongue. <br><br>Of course this wasn't her only want out of this meeting. She needed her kingdom in good health, the people were suffering. Next to her children, the people of Theiri were considered family. She didn't want to watch them die over a quarrel that's lasted years and could be ended with the right words. <em>'Plan every word ahead of time Amelia. Make each word count, and don't become emotional unless you need to,'</em> she thought to herself.&nbsp; She wanted a kingdom her children could rule, that was rich with pleasure and life, knowledge and beauty.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 06:31:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Mattias.png)</div> <strong>Name: </strong>Mattias Torm<br><strong>Role:</strong> Aserit Adviser <br><strong>Location:</strong> The Theiri Castle Gardens <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The Lady Fool, Open <hr><br>Mattias had selected the perfest spot to spend his morning, the bench was within sight of the castle courtyard were he would greet the Aserit&nbsp; procession once they arrived. From there he was able to observe the games between the youth of Theri, already a few were standing out and would one day become knights or warriors for their kingdom. Mattias was no fool to keep written documentation at least not in such an open space but he would not forget those names he kept hearing. His shady tree served a second purpose, it produced some of the sweetest peaches he had ever tasted! He had helped himself to quite a few of them, as was evident by the pile of pits tossed behind him by the base of the tree but a few had slipped into his pocket.<br><br>The Kingdom of Theri could not be beat when it came to their cultural works. The sonnets and poems, the short tales of tragic love, forbidden romance and chivalrous bravery was enough to enthrall a child at bed time for years. Mattias had some other works as well, he had been sold tomes of the royal families and even the history of land, much like his own it had a story. It was the basic information all children of Theri were expected to know, basic knowledge that could be used if managed to fall into the wrong hands. <br><br>The arrival of the Lady Fool (unknown to him by that name) did not catch him by surprise, he had heard her coming from far away and even made note of her interaction with the courier. With one hand holding a scroll with a short fable on the first dragon to fly around the world and a peach in his other hand he hardly acknowledged the court's jester. "These sonnets, poems and fables are rare where I am from...yet they were practically shoved in my face when I arrived the day before." Mattias shared, his eyes still moving back and forth as he read, not even sparing the lady sitting beside him a look. "To what do I owe the honor of the court Jester? Here to cheer me up?" He asked, his tone did not hint much curiosity but he was paying attention to how the lady would take to being "brushed off". 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Love And Submission</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 03:29:15</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(http://www.starscolor.com/images/alan-cumming-04.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Reynard Maximus<br><strong>Role:</strong> Heri to the Throne of&nbsp; Aserit<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The Gates,The Kingdom , His Room and The Library <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Hannibal (NPC) , Two Knights , Anyone<br><br><br><br><br>While his family may have moved at a glacial speed , Reynard was far to hype to follow them into the castle. Instead he and his men spent the day perusing the Theiri city in a stealthy attempt to drum up support for the future Aserit king. A medium donation at a local church , a few meals for the poor etc. etc. Of course after that was done there was only one last place to visit. A visit that the young prince was actually secretly dreading. He was worried about the way the Theiri would react to his presence. Those animals weren't use to dealing with a man of such benevolence and wisdom. It was not his inherent intention to annoy these dregs but it didn't seem as though his intentions really made a difference , they were steadfast on disliking the man probably out of jealousy or envy. The Prince couldn't blame them for this however , If he was a lowly Theiri he'd also begrudge the Aseirts for their greatness. Nonetheless His father requested his family be there to support him in these peace talks and Reynard was going to honor that wish. Even if those peace talks had very little chance of succeeding.<br><br>Upon reaching the gates early , Reynard decided that it would be a terrible to idea to enter the kingdom without his family. Thankfully the cerebral Prince had the perfect plan to get inside the kingdom unnoticed."Are you sure this is going to work , Reynard?" Hannibal , one of Reynard's most trusted soldiers asked as he made his way to the gate with Reynard in tow. <strong>"Of course. The Theiri are blinded by their hate and intolerance. They'll never knew the difference."</strong> Reynard assured Hannibal as the duo stood at the gate. Reynard was behind Hannibal of course. Within a few moments they were as expect greeted by a Theiri knight who asked why they were here.We are here because your king and queen asked my family here for peace talks. I wish to be shown to my room , Sir. It has been a long day of travel and I' am m very tired. I hope you don't mind if I bring my personal assistant ""Reynard" Hannibal Maxisus replied in a respectful tone. Unwilling to sour the peace talks in anyway The Knight reluctantly lead the duo to The Prince's room. After a few moments inside , Reynard , The real one , left the room."Where are you going?!" The Knight posted at Reynard's room asked. He seemed to be annoyed with his assignment.<strong>" Oh I'm just going to get The Prince a glass of water. His trip has made thirsty and I'm afraid he's a bit worried about drinking a glass of water from a member of the Theiri kingdom."</strong> Reynard the Assistant explained before making his way down the corridor. A few steps later Reynard was reading Theiri law in the library while the fraudulent Reynard took a nap in his room.<br><br>Though sadly his men had to stay inside. At least until&nbsp; he could find a way to sneak them in.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 14:14:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.dstv.com/www.dstv.com/content/DStv/Images/Nic/Thor/Thor_loki.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sebastian Varta<br><strong>Title:</strong> Theiri King<br><strong>Location:</strong> Theiri Castle Throne room, having reached from the market place in the city<br><strong>Tags:</strong> A few maids<br><hr><hr> <br><br>Finally, Varta's weary eyes fell upon his magnificent home. The turrets shimmered from the glazing sun, whilst the city's crest was being whipped about by a gusty, yet soothing winds. Even upon tired feet, his strides commanded his very own brand of hubris. Twisting his cloak behind him, he gazed upwards at the massive doors and another sumptuous smile creased his lips. Looking round, his eyes spied an upswing of activity. Even if most of it held the vestiges of careful planning, Varta recognized the touch of familiar orchestration, <strong>'Hmm, looks like I wont be the only King within my castle this day. This should be fun, my Queen'</strong>, he breathed with his eyes hosting a twinkle that shone only at the prospect of intellectual skirmish.<br><br>With his gaze returned to the doors and a predictable flourish of his dusty cloak The Boy King, having clad in common garb to rustle the fewest feathers, thrust them open and stood silhouetted against the flooding sunshine.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>'Home at last! So, was I missed at all?'</strong>, came his rather loud retort, echoing through the high walls. His smirk spread wider as the bevy of maids were thrown into a flurry. Walking up to a particularly ruffled young tart, he took the liberty of bringing her silken wrist to his lips. <strong>Fetch the Queen, my dear. But do not tell her who summons her</strong>', he added, allowing her to witness the growth of his smirk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>25-08-2012, 01:20:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/girls%20for%20rp/redheadgirl.jpg)</div><strong>Erin The Lady Fool</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> The Castle Gardens<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Mattias<br><br>Lady Fool wasn't often brushed off, it wasn't often any one ignored her. Even in the bright vibrant world that was Theiri she stood out. She was half crazy though so that might have had something to do with it. Now she showed no displeasure at Mathis's disinterest in her. She wasn't concerned. That's what made her so different from other entertainers. She did things for her own pleasure instead of that of someone else. If he wasn't to be charmed by her antics she wasn't about to go out of her way to charm her, unless of course she decided she needed him for something.<br><br>"Nope" she answered reaching up and plucking a few of the peaches from the laden limbs that stretched above their heads and juggled then in one hand, "You can't really cheer anyone up did you know that? People have to want to be cheered to cheer them up otherwise they'll dig in their heels like a stubborn mule and stay in their ill humor. They sink into it those around them trying to cheer them up will be pulled down into the muck with them. It's a dreadful thing." She prattled catching the peaches and taking a bite out of one smiling as the juice ran down her chin.<br><br>"No, it's of much more use just to be happy around those that are morose, then they see your happiness and vibrancy and find themselves wanting that too and there for will cheer themselves up." She said flashing a smile in his direction weather he was looking at her or not. "People are funny that way." She said taking another bite of the peach.<br><br>She leaned over to look at what he was reading and made a sound in the back of her throat and sitting back, "Once the dragon great and tall, crashed when it made a might fall. Felled by and arrow flown strait and true, But he was the last now what to do. No more fires, no more dragons, no more quests to be done,&nbsp; sometimes killing isn't the greatest fun." Erin said a rhyme meant for children a lesson meant to teach them that sometimes the experience was greater then the reward and that somethings are finite and meant to be treasured for what they are.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lenka</strong> on <strong>25-08-2012, 03:02:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://theresalduncan.typepad.com/witostaircase/images/forest_princess_1.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Kiara <br><strong>Role</strong>: Princess of Theiri<br><strong>Location</strong>: Exiting the Throne room and walking into the dinning room<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Queen Amelia<br><br>Kiara walked with Amelia, wrapping her arms around her mothers as was normal traditional. There was something inside of her that was glowing as her mother complimented her in the dress, she wanted to be the shinning youing princess that her mother saw her as. Today was a day of strength and it was easier when one felt and looked confident.<br><br>Watching her mothers eye's going around in the room to over look the last details, she could feel something out of the ordinary from her usual inner calmness, but feared for speaking such in the company of maids that were scuttling by at a fast pace. Especially one that caught her attention as she came rushing from across the vast stretch of room.<br><br><em><strong>"Mother.."</strong></em> Kiara moved to face her, trying to get her full attention with the smile that always won her over. <strong>"Everything will work out fine, Kale will be not so foolish as to destoy this moment for our people."</strong> she took Amelias hands between her own, squeezing them firmly. <strong>"Father will be back, I know he will not miss this meeting for any reason that can't be helped."</strong> she smiled and watched as a young maid, a new woman came forward with haste, her cheeks red from blushing as she suddenly stopped besides them.<br><br>"My Queen.." she bowed with respect, the young maids body was shaking with slight tremmor. "You have been asked for in the Throne room.." she stammered out quickly. Kiara stared at the woman and knew something unsettling had just happened to her. <br><br><strong>"Go, I will move some of the flower arrangements in the hall for the arrival of our guests."</strong> Kiara kissed her mothers cheek and strolled off to the busily working maids.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lumasan</strong> on <strong>25-08-2012, 03:59:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m241/Lui_punkgirl/queenamelia.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Queen Amelia<br><strong>Role:</strong> Queen of Theiri<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dining room then Throne room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Kiara, Sebastian Varta<br><br>Amelia shifted as she felt the comforting presence of her daughter. The two when near each other were always friendly and there was always an air of comforting love about them. If Amelia was to have a weakness, it would most likely be her daughter. Amelia thanked the gods for everyday she spent with Kiara, a kinship she had with no other woman. Not only was there respect, but there was a bond there that no one could ever touch. It was almost indescribable.<br><br>She smiled softly, warm and relaxed, as her daughter began to reassure her. Amelia did have her reserved thoughts, and her daughter always picked up on them, especially when she was ruffled. The queen sighed softly and her face relaxed some more as her daughter continued, only offering a reply after she had finished. <br><br>"Well... Should your brother misbehave, he knows it will not bode well for him when I find out. He may be our Knight-Commander, but he is still the the heir and above all, my son. I will not hesitate to treat&nbsp; him a child should he act like one," Amelia paused and chuckled at the thought of her husband turning up. "Although I would not put it past your father to arrive for tonight's supper, I have my doubts that he actually will. I haven't received a word from him since he left, typical, but he usually..." it was then that Amelia was interrupted by the maid that approached her and her daughter. <br><br>Amelia's brow raised as a questioning look on her face played out. "The throne room? Are the royals already at the castle? No... no no... It would take a bit longer to get here, especially without a guide to take them through the maze. Regardless," she paused and turned to her daughter, "This is a bit odd." <br><br>Hearing Kiara offering to watch over and help with the preparations put Amelia at ease, and opened up her own schedule to see who was awaiting her in the throne room. She placed a kiss on her daughter's forehead, before pushing away a strand of hair from Kiara's face. She didn't need words to tell Kiara she loved her, all she needed was her grey brushed eyes.<br><br>Turning around, she hurried, in a relaxed way, to the throne room. Deducing through her thoughts brought her to the conclusion, that it could be one of several people, or perhaps even a maid needing input. Judging from the color of the poor girl's cheeks, it most likely wasn't a female seeking attention from the Queen. As she entered the room, she recognized the awaiting man instantly. "Sebastian!" Amelia almost sounded offended as her nose scrunched and her eyebrows furrowed lightly. While approaching her husband her expression became more regal and plain, her eyes a bit disinterested. Deep inside though, her thoughts were like wildfires, raging and burning about swiftly.<br><br>"First you send no word of how the last two weeks have been. Then you show up unannounced after I am assumed to be left to garner a peace treaty for our kingdom...<em>alone</em>, and lastly" she picked up his cloak and ran it through her fingers. Disgust coming to her face in the process, as her hands then moved to his face and brushed away dirt. "You need a good soaking." Amelia brushed of her hands, clapping away the dirt and dust. She wasn't too fond of grime on one's body, and hygiene was important to her. The only exceptions were after an afternoon spent digging in her garden, or how one feels after taking a rather long horseback ride through the surrounding forests.<br><br>Looking around she noticed the maids were flustered and flighty. "I see you've wasted no time in bothering the maids again. Is that all that is really on your mind at times?" she quipped, as she moved to the throne. "Regardless, before you go gallivanting off, pleasing your carnal desires, you should know something." She paused and sat down in the chair that was hers. "The Aserit royal family is already here, they are early and most likely not in a good mood. Our wonderful son was the one to greet them, and according to our daughter, he did not do so... in a friendly manner it would seem." Once again a pause came as a smirk crept onto her lips. "Perhaps you should go enjoy a soak, and clean up before they arrive. Once they are here, we will be too busy with politics and entertainment to enjoy something as quiet as a bath." While there had been a hint of aggravation in Amelia's voice early on as she spoke to her husband, it had completely faded into a neutral tone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>31-08-2012, 21:34:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.dstv.com/www.dstv.com/content/DStv/Images/Nic/Thor/Thor_loki.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sebastian Varta<br><strong>Title:</strong> Theiri King<br><strong>Location:</strong> Theiri Castle Throne room, having reached from the market place in the city<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Queen Amelia and a few maids and the arriving Aserit royal family<br><hr><hr> <br>There was law tieing a king to his duties. Sacred responsibilities, so he was told from maws tinted with intention ranging obsequious to pedantic. Customs commanded blind devotion. A king must look a king. His devotion to his Queen should befit the verses of stirring ballads of love. The Castle should never languish deprived of its king's presence. The cadence of knowledge, especially those pertaining to the safety of the royal family must suffer no interference. Guests demanded utmost respect and those laying boot on Theirian soil to discuss diplomatic amendments could be denied no request. <br><br>Tradition was absolute. <br><br>Unarguable. <br><br>Inimitable. <br><br>Sebastian Varta stood at the very heart of Castle Theiri, his tattered clothes and mangy appearance naked to the disapproving glares of his predecessors. Their high-nosed displeasure, however whittled against the scorn of his beloved queen. Her delicate features glistened with discord at his pitiful garb before it melted behind a mask of genial royalty. One side of his lips curved upwards, celebrating a delicious little victory. Swiveling his supposedly obscene cloak behind his frame, Varta gazed upon his bride. If his eyes held love, he was as adept as Amelia at masking it. If they revealed but the smallest whispers of rebellion, he simply could not help it. Amelia was his only equal. He adored her arrogance as he did his own. He relished being blessed with the opportunity to tussle wits with her. Indeed at this very moment, he had constructed a circumstance that already had their thirst for one-upmanship growling at each other. This was not love. This was simple and salacious competition. <br><br><strong>'Ah, yes. I did believe that matter to have found uncomfortable seat under your skin, M'lady'</strong>. Varta's words danced with a silken charm that led the medley of transfixed maidens to fall victim to further fairy tales. But the Queen's steely expression as she gazed upon him from her throne hardly spluttered, <strong>'Leaving my house to fend for itself amidst vulnerable times. Enforcing my dear, <em>delicate</em> wife to adorn the responsibilities of ruling our great city for days on end whilst I most obviously have been'</strong>, his arms rose from his side and spread in either direction, as if to present his indecent visage as proof, whilst his tone had seamlessly slithered into one of accusation <strong>, 'gallivanting, was it?'</strong>, he paused, <strong>'Darling Amelia, were you not taught to nay lay claim on the back of appearances?'</strong>. Sebastian gifted a rather roguish wink to the bevy of young virgins standing so utterly rapt with silly infatuation. He had always refused to accommodate Amelia's desires to smother him in guilt, even if he was treading thin ice in the innocent department.<strong>'But you are right on one count. I should not have assumed my kingdom would flourish without my hand'</strong>, Varta raised it and his glove caught the sun, casting him in an eerie concoction of stifling light and dirty darkness, <strong>'to guide it'</strong><br><br>He wondered if that was adequate ammunition to strip Amelia of her neutrality. Would she bristle? Oh, he hoped she would.<br><br>No one save Amelia would have summoned the tenacity to direct him, but as if fate herself had holstered her power with the Boy King, a mass of activity suddenly burst forth through the Castle doors. Varta slung one last, lingering smirk the way of his dearly beloved before slowly turning on the spot, <strong>'It seems you are correct on a second count as well. They <em>are</em> early. Come, my dear. We mustn't allow the ignominy of having our guests arrive to an empty castle'</strong><br><br>And with that King Sebastian Varta, sporting greasy cheeks and swathed in a common iron monger's garb strode forth. His cloak trailed a vivid path of city dust along the spotless marble floor and it seemed he would not offer the courtesy of being open to other solutions, even to his own Queen. <br><br><strong>'Tradition can go fuck itself. I am Sebastian Varta'</strong>, he spoke disguising it beneath his breath
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 00:23:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7ijzlvIdD1rbjskko1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Essaline <br><strong>Title:</strong> Aserit Queen<br><strong>Location:</strong> Theiri Castle Courtyard<br><strong>Tags:</strong> All present<br><hr><hr> <br>Her children obeyed her orders as they must, though Essaline could tell they were loath to. Inwardly she would smile, for all of her brood behaved just as she knew they would. Kaniene and Auron, wanting nothing more then to sweep through the gathered Theirians and remove heads from shoulders with glee. Orianthi, diffusing the situation with the fluid grace she had been raised with. It always amazed her how her genes split so evenly between her two daughters. Kaniene holding every ounce of battle thrill and skill of her mother, and Orianthi holding the sensuous grace the Queen was quite capable of, but few rarely saw. <br><br>Her eyes of green were settled heavily upon the backs of those that escorted the Aserits and their retinue through what remained of Theiri, especially upon Kale. The words that had been whispered in her ear about the Heir seemed to be false. She had been told he was a humble young man, not one to boast, nor throw out unwarranted taunts. From the moment he had greeted the Aserits he had been nothing but rude. Every bit of anger that had been forced from she and her children had begun with the words thrown at them by Kale...<br><br>...true, they were simply words, and not worthy of the reaction Kale managed to garner from them, but the man she had just met was <em>not</em> the man she had been told about. This only brought about the question of what his father the King was like? <br><br>Loresno however, now he fit his description perfectly. A man of honor. Essaline could tell the First Sword wanted nothing more then to smack Kale across the face for his sneering attitude, yet his honor in his position held him in check. A true Knight.<br><br>Sighing softy, a slight roll of her eyes would occur at the mention of the goings on within the Gardens they were passing through. Again, thoughts fled to wondering what the Theiri might think of the Aserits and how they were around anything of a sexual nature. Though they were of a warrior clan, they were not wanton. She knew it was said that all the Aserit Royalty shared themselves with abandon, when this was so very far from the truth..... besides her husband and the Heir... <em>mostly</em> all of them were not wanton...<br><br>As much as her mind fled from thought to thought, it was not long before she noted the Castle gates before them, the Castle itself looming into view. And what a view it was. Essaline might be a woman who eagerly chose battle over niceties, but she was very capable of noting and appreciating beauty. Oh and it was. It was also quite obvious to her where all the monies the Theiri Royalty gained went to. And so it was, with a lofted brow and bright eyes continuously scanning her surroundings, the Queen of Aserit gained the courtyard of the Theiri Castle. She would remain upon her saddle as the carriage with her husband and daughter trundled past the gates, only dismounting when all of her family were within. Standing next to Bellator in silence, she fleetingly pondered on where Reynard could be. A slow smile curled the corner of her lips. Knowing her son, he was already within the Castle vicinity, if not actually inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lenka</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 01:08:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://theresalduncan.typepad.com/witostaircase/images/forest_princess_1.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Kiara <br><strong>Role</strong>: Princess of Theiri<br><strong>Location</strong>: Outside the Throne room<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: maids<br><br>Her fingers brushed idly along the smooth wooden table that held a placement of colourful flowers, purple lilacs, soft fragrent roses, a mixture of frangipanni's to draw the eye to the center. Kiara was delighted that they were Theiri's best, she had gone out with the maids to collect them herself only yesterday. There was such joy in being within the quiet wilderness of their crowning city, somewhere she was often found to the people's discouragement.<br><br>&nbsp;Deep down she had hoped that this peace treaty would bring more than just that, but a sense of kinship between the two cities. She feared for her own future to come, knowing the look her mother gave her often was of sympathy for what she may not be ready for. The queen was a protective mother...<em>could she not see her daughters strength?</em> Kiara was ready though, but she knew it wouldn't change the essence inside of her. She was who she was and she would never lay false promises on any king, Queen or servant. <strong>"That looks wonderful.."</strong> she often acknowledged the maids work, smiling and nodding with appreciation as they all worked with haste with the limiting time they had.<br><br>The energy within the walls of the castle was buzzing, she could feel it as if it was icy flames licking against her soft skin..<br><em>Flames and ice</em>.. Kiara shivered with the rising thought of her abduction, knowing that she didn't want to go down that path of thinking..reliving those horrific moments that lasted for forever it seemed. Her fingers released the stem of the yellow scented rose, her fingers coming away with a few droplets of blood from the thorns. <br><br>Kiara brought them to her lips, her tongue softly cleaning the small wounds as she stared in what was now a quiet room. There were moments when she would think of <em>him</em>, when pressure came too much and she wanted to find a safe place to hide..she would feel his hands against her skin, pressing her close so that she was consumed in the heat of his mouth, his rough hands roaming in a feverant grace along her every bare curve. The moment she had seen him in the forest, she knew she had been saved..<em>he</em> was her knight in shining armour, the one to dissipate any of the lingering feelings of the abuse she had to abide to. His name came to her lips after her fingers idly brushed against them, her body warming with a sensation she found difficult to hide...she suddenly wanted to be consumed once again by the mystery man. <br><br>Taking a deep silent breath with closed eye's, Kiara shook those pleasureable thoughts, knowing there wasn't any way of seeing that man who had given her a new sense of life. They had made love with an intimacy she found intoxicating. It was the soft caress of his name against her ear before he left that would be forever be imprinted along her body, mind and soul....<strong><em>"Laverious.."</em></strong><br><br>&nbsp;<div align="center">(http://12img.skins.be/2/8/0/2/7/2/7/amberheard14-1920x1080.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 05:25:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5ed4r9DWP1qk0v9so1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kaniene Maxisus<br><strong>Role:</strong> Princess of Aserit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Castle Theri courtyard<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Those around her <hr><br>Despite the jovial chatter ahead between the Dog Prince and his followers, Kaniene did not appear the least bit pleased with her current predicament or situation. It did not help that there was a pesky sprout of curiosity to investigate the kingdom of Theiri. In her mind, she justified it to wanting to know more about the people in order to destroy them on the field of battle. Yet, the reality stayed hidden underneath unclear thoughts. Plus, being in disguise sounded more intriguing than listening to stuffy and insincere greetings from her father to the other king. <br><br>Hooper snorted loudly to gain her attention, and in response, she reached forward to stroke her fingers across his mane. The silky tendrils of black comforted her. For a moment, she wondered about the person who gifted the horse to her. Did he make it into the city unharmed? There had been no word to indicate otherwise, and she knew it was foolish to worry about him. He was more than capable to take care of himself and others. Maybe she was tired from the journey since her thoughts did not make any sense at all. The great walls of the castle loomed closer and closer with each passage of time. To some, it seemed richer and more luxurious almost like something out of a peddler’s dream. <br><br>Yet, to Kaniene, it was a prison. Its walls were a beautiful but oppressive cage. She preferred the outdoors, regardless of her location, where she made the rules and her fate was of her own making. She glanced&nbsp; upward to the Dog Prince with familiar disdain but underneath those hazel eyes of fury lurked the desire for knowledge. Yet, common sense told her nothing but lies and insults would come from his lips. There had to be someone within the castle with a loose tongue. Someone who could be manipulated. The gates opened slowly with a low creak, and then, the loud voices of the Dog Prince’s subjects rose to greet him. Her back stiffened in the saddle as she pulled gently at the reins to slow Hooper’s pace. She stared out unwaveringly into the various knights. Each of their eyes told a story of hatred or fear for her family and her people. Kaniene waited until Kale came to a halt before she clicked her tongue for Hooper to slow down his pace to a stop. Now was the time for formalities between rulers. Already, she was extremely bored.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 06:04:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.turbosquid.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/3DFantasyKnight.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Kale <br><strong>Role</strong>: Knight Commander<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Courtyard<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; No one<br><br>Garrett, the messenger from before, greeted the Knight Commander.&nbsp; The Knight Commander nodded, and made a gesture for him to draw near.&nbsp; He then spoke furtively.&nbsp; Kale did not care if he was overheard, but he also didn't want to be overheard.<br><br>&nbsp;"Garrett, the Princess of Aserit has assaulted a citizen or a refugee in the city," he said.&nbsp; &nbsp; "I did not see who it was.&nbsp; I need you to go into the city and find out who this person is.&nbsp; Then, I need you to give that person safe passage to our stronghold.&nbsp; Use the old ways."<br><br>Garrett nodded, and then darted out of the gates.&nbsp; Meanwhile, the Prince turned Typhoon slowly, languishing before his men, and led them away from the Aserit caravan.&nbsp; And then, in his cool voice, he said evenly:&nbsp; &nbsp;"You are Knights of the Lion's Order.&nbsp; Do not forget your oaths and expect treachery here, in the bosom of our nation.&nbsp; These summits attract all manner of nefarious agents.&nbsp; Beware them.&nbsp; To my new pages, it grieves me that your joining should fall on such a dark day.&nbsp; It is perhaps an ill omen.&nbsp; Or it is perhaps a day of great joy.&nbsp; Perhaps half of you shall not perish to the spear or the hammer.&nbsp; Perhaps I shall not have to conduct you to your graves.&nbsp; Perhaps I shall not have to explain to your parents that you died valiantly in the service of this great nation, my Father's nation.&nbsp; But I do not know."&nbsp; He then turned to look at the Aserit clan, and shook his head as he looked back at his men.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Their lands are abundant and rich, and they cannot till it; they know nothing about earning anything, for all they do is steal it.&nbsp; They kill our people though we are unjustly oppressed and our goods are unjustly seized.&nbsp; They hate us because we are unwilling to bow to them.<br><br>"I expect you to hate them in return.&nbsp; I expect each and every single one of you to hate them without discretion, and with extreme prejudice.&nbsp; Do not fear them.&nbsp; They are small and ignoble.&nbsp; They think they know what honor means, but they do not know.&nbsp; They throw challenges, and life, human life, means nothing to them.&nbsp; They are childish and petty.&nbsp; They are insensible and insensitive.&nbsp; Just today, the Queen of Aserit told me that she would like to help those poor refugees outside of our walls.&nbsp; The same refugees that her armies drove out of their homes.&nbsp; The same refugees whose farms have been burned, whose livestock have been slaughtered, and whose livelihoods have been lost."<br><br>"And the Prince laughed in her face!" Sir Ralph said.&nbsp; There was laughter.<br><br>"These people shall never love you.&nbsp; They shall never be proud of you.&nbsp; They know not love, and they think too much about pride."&nbsp; He waited, and then said:&nbsp; &nbsp;"I shall never lead you into battle on their behalf.&nbsp; Know that.&nbsp; Know that and be merry."<br><br>With that, the Prince left his ensemble of warriors, and returned to accompany the caravan.&nbsp; He sidled up to Kaniene's horse, but he said nothing to her.&nbsp; He merely waited, his dark brow shrouded by the crevice in his helm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>03-09-2012, 11:11:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Mattias.png)</div> <strong>Name: </strong>Mattias Torm<br><strong>Role:</strong> Aserit Adviser <br><strong>Location:</strong> The Theiri Castle Gardens <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The Lady Fool, Open <hr><br>Mattias did not spare the woman a look until she began to juggle the peaches with a single hand. To the untrained eye it might have appeared that he was being entertained by the simple act, but he saw something else completely. <em>Interesting... </em> He mused. looking up into the light colored eyes of the woman for the first time. "Forgive my lack of manners." He rolled up his scroll and stood to properly greet the lady with a bow. "It is a pleasure to meet you, I am Mattias of House Torm." The adviser introduced himself, allowing her enough time to introduce herself if she wished, if not he would not stress it. The introduction was down out of respect, he was an adviser to the royal family and it was expected of him. What none knew was his own agenda: <em>The two kingdoms can never become one, less through marriage.</em><br><br>Moving to sit once more he listened to her speak, his eyes focused on the training pages until the Theiri Knight Commander arrived and addressed the boys. "Optimists and Pessimists..." He commented by looking at her then to her prince. "I can see dinner will be plenty of fun." Mattias added. <br><br>"I was unaware our legacy was known this far out in your kingdom." Mattias subtly bragged about the house of Torm, no smirk or smile followed, it was not a flirt or if it was it did not follow up with anything else as he noticed the commotion. <br><br>"Duty calls." He dismissed himself and walked of with only one of the scrolls which he promptly tucked into his coat. Mattias did not say anything but he already loathed the Prince and like hell would he ever permit him to marry one of the Aserit princesses. The thought of Kaniene ripping him to pieces with her axes did come to mind as he walked across the courtyard to where the arriving family was entering. <br><br>"My queen." He bowed formally, followed with one for one of the princesses a nod to the princes and their father (in time). "I hope your journey was not to dull or unpleasant." Mattias spoke to them all before looking directly at the Knight Commander from which he had just overheard in the courtyard, which had quickly earned his ire. His hand reached forward to summon Hooper forward with a fresh peach he had kept from the Theiri gardens. The flesh of the fruit was stripped away by the horse before the pit tossed away behind his back. "Thank you for your hospitality Knight Commander, perhaps one day you can honor us with a visit back in our lands." He thanked him but witheld the part where he wanted nothing more but to decorate the castle walls with his head on a pike with his cock shoved down his mouth in order to prevent the prince from speaking in the afterlife. Off course his face was neutral and devoid of any emotion, he would not be a good adviser if his face demeanor was easy to read. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sesshomaruartist</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 05:05:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.boomtron.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/eddard-stark-hbo-sean-bean-game-of-thrones.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Valius Maximus<br><strong>Role:</strong> King of Aserit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Right behind Kaniene and queen in carriage.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone<br><br>Valius had grown tired and weary from the journey and the trade of insults between his children and the Prince had not helped lighten his mood, instead adding further to the grievances. It was a pleasant surprise to hear the carriage stop, outside the silence was evident. He slowly opened the doors, his eyes taking in the scenery before him. The castle of Theiri the only one that would rival the castle of his city and was talked about often back in the market place. Of course you would not hear that from a single member of the royal family or any of his soldiers. Pride blinded what was right in front of them. He felt a smile rise to his lips as he found his most trusted adviser, Mattias had already arrived. “Tom, I was wondering how you were going to get here, as cunning as always.” He said.<br><br>“To define this journey, a set of words would not capture in essence the true experience of this journey but if I had to use one word to define it, I would have to say interesting.” He added, his gaze veered over to Prince Kale, the smile still remaining on his lips. He did not like how disrespectful the man was, but he was going to have to get used to the fact that over here, there would be quite a few people whom disliked his family and had no respect for him. “So, have you met with the King yet?” He asked, curious as to know what his advisor had gotten up to while he had been here. He turned away from his adviser to face his beautiful wife, looping an arm around her waist.<br><br>In just about everyone’s eyes even his own families the fact that he was not in love with fighting while his wife had been, it seemed to show a weak king. This was not to be the case in his eyes, since he did not ever have to worry about his wife getting kidnapped like most in other kingdoms, she was one of the fiercest warriors, if not the fiercest in the whole Aserit Kingdom. And she stood by him through it all, always loyal, never questioning his decisions in front of his court. She was the perfect wife, which he could not replace, nor did he want to. “My love, I think it is time we made our way to meet the royal family.” He said.<br><br>“Auron, Kaniene, I want you both to come with me and Mattias, accompany Orianthi.” He said, his voice was stern but he ensured his words were carefully picked. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 01:45:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elegantfashionclub.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/Exclusive-Photoshoot-Wedding-by-sadia-khan-5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Orianthi<br><strong>Role:</strong> Eldest Princess of Aserit<br><strong>Location:</strong> With her father in the carriage arriving at the Theiri Castle<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Valius, Essaline, Kaniene, Auron, Mattias<br><br><br>Her father's emotions were like a book most of the time for Orianthi. The events in the city weighed heavily on his mind and he had enough troubles to worry of. Her siblings had made things no better but she wouldn't have tried too hard to hold Kaniene back when push came to shove. She was still glad she'd helped stop a major incident, even if she appeared to be a snake in the grass to some. If it was for her country, she'd take the low opinions some carried of her even though in private she felt saddened at them. "Don't let it trouble you father." she said softly. "A minor set back. We are in the lion's den, but that does not mean the lions will have a feast." she said, smiling encouragingly as she moved to sit beside her beloved father. When the carriage eventually came to a stop she knew they were now within the palace walls as she saw her father rise to exit the carriage. She made her way soon after as she took in the scenery.<br><br>She smiled and nodded politely to Mattias. She held him in high regard as he was her father's most loyal advisor. She'd known him for a long time, remembering that before he came to be an advisor he was a very highly regarded archer. His loyalty to the Aserit nation was never in question and she adored him. He'd taught her her deadly techniques with which she often surprised unsuspecting men who tried to be too forward. She was not a warrior like her proud and strong sister, but she was just as vicious. No one would suspect a lovely blossom like Orianthi to be deadly, and she preferred it to be that way. She looked about the courtyard, seeing that Kale had ridden in next to her sister. <em>I should be more concerned, but Kaniene will flay him alive should he try to get fresh.</em>, she chuckled quietly to herself, <em>Still, I should watch him around her and myself as well. If nothing else to protect my dear sister should something go amiss.</em>, she thought as she stood next to her father. She turned and bowed adoringly to her mother as she watched her father step over to help his wife off of her mount.<br><br>She was quite tired but still wished to see the city, hearing her father begin his orders. She expected her siblings to go with her father but had suspected Auron might accompany her into the city. She was a bit surprised though not entirely that Mattias instead was chosen to guard her person. It did not show on her face however as she smiled and bowed her head obediently.<br><br>But while this was occurring she allowed herself to gaze around the courtyard looking for a particular person. That handsome face that made her heart beat in a way no one else could. Those intense eyes taking her in, she knew that gaze well. There was a chemistry between them that could not be explained and yet they both fought it so as to uphold their duties to their nations. But if anyone could make her throw caution to the winds, it would be Nadir. She continued to search, hoping to spot him if but for a moment.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 03:50:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5ed4r9DWP1qk0v9so1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kaniene Maxisus<br><strong>Role:</strong> Princess of Aserit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Castle Theri courtyard<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Those around her <hr><br>If Kaniene managed to overhear Kale’s comment on her actions within the city square, it did not appear on her face. <br><br>What she did not expect was another tirade of hatred from him within such a short amount of time. Yet, this time, his words did not rile her temper. She welcomed their anger and hatred. It was more familiar to her than false smiles and kind eyes. The only portion which caused her teeth to clench together was his disrespect to her mother, a woman whose shit was worth more than his entire being. His underestimation of her people nearly caused her to smile with genuine amusement. He knew nothing of the Aserit tradition or culture nor would he ever learn more of it since he was not worthy. Nothing more than a clown with a crown. <br><br>If only her father allowed more time, their army would have overcome the Theirti defenses. Then they would have been greeted properly, and she would have killed the Dog Prince with his own sword, watching him writhe and choke on his blood. The thought of it sent a wave of pleasure through her. <br><br>She yawned again, only this time it was genuine, before her attention turned to other people within view other than Kale. In the distance, she spotted a man approaching with a recognizable gait. It was her every intention to watch him draw closer until the hair on the back of her neck rose upward with awareness. Her lips curved to a slight scowl upon noticing just who decided to place themselves within her space. <strong>"Are you always so predictable?"</strong> If only she had been male and firstborn. Things would have been much different if she had been in charge. <br><br>At that moment, Hooper moved without her permission. There was only one person the horse responded to other than her. Mattias. She took in the man’s face, checking for his wellness, since he left earlier than the royal family. He appeared well and&nbsp; not poisoned by the vipers within the castle. There was no doubt that Kaniene cared for him since he was with her throughout most of her childhood. Like Auron and her mother, he understood her and did not berate her for it. Despite her happiness with seeing him, Kaniene did not greet him aloud since it was not the time or the place. She could not hold her tongue when he asked about their journey. <strong>"We traveled slower than normal."</strong> Of course, Kainene normally did not have loads of caravans with her. <strong>"No attacks so it was boring...to me."</strong><br><br>Her face turned into unexpressive stone when her father requested for her to come with him. She could not be sure if he was being cautious with the Theiri or with her brother and her. Either way, Kaniene saw no way to get out of it until a light bulb flashed in her mind. <strong>"May I see to Hooper to the stables first, father? To ensure he is properly cared for."</strong> She kept her tone respectfully with the hopes that her father would not bristle. The words were spoken with a ring of truth since she was being completely honest. There was no doubt that the horse was precious to her. An extension of herself like her swords. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>09-09-2012, 04:01:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://celluloidheroes.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/jaime-lannister.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lorenso Florencia<br><strong>Role:</strong> First Sword<br><strong>Location: </strong> Corridor<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Lenally. Kale.<br><br>Lorenso lent over to Lenally as they entered the castle proper, whispering quietly. "Take the company and form them outside of the throne room. Don't go in without me. I need to give Prince Kale...Counsel." He gritted his teeth on the last word, that was the last thing that was on his mind at this moment. Lorenso split away from the formation when he had the chance, crossing one of the courtyards while the Aserits unloaded their belongings. He found Prince Kale, approaching him formally. "Your Highness...Please come with me, I need to talk to you about private business." He led the Prince away, not caring if his cronies came along with him, but prefering that they didn't.<br><br>They rounded the corner, turning into an empty wing of the castle, Lorenso looked down either length of the hallway, before turning to Kale, his helmet removed; striking him hard across the cheek with the back of his hand. "What the fuck do you think you are doing!" He grabbed the boy prince's chest plate and thrust him up against the wall. "Do you think your a warrior! Do you!" He growled angrily at the prince, his rage bubbling over. "You're not half of the man the soldiers buried in the fields outside these walls are! and your not even a fraction of the man your father is!" He released him, looking down on the him. "Your just a little boy trying to play at being a soldier."<br><br>"Why do we fight. We fight for the people of our kingdom. We fight so they might live. This is not a game Kale." He glared angrily."Thousands of wives are without husbands, sons without fathers and I want them avenged I do! But our job is to make sure not another man ends up in the ground in a war that neither of us will win." He looked at him. "Do you think you've seen war Kale... You don't know the meaning of the word. Me and your father, We're warriors. We've seen things you couldn't even imagine." Lorenso pressed his finger to Kale's chest-plate. "Now you're going to meet and break bread with the Aserits. And stop this war, or so help me gods I will strike you down. Try being a real man for once in your life, rather than playing at one. Do your duty the the people who might one day look to you for guidance. The killing ends today."
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>09-09-2012, 04:24:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.turbosquid.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/3DFantasyKnight.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Kale <br><strong>Role</strong>: Knight Commander<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Corridor<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; No one<br><br>The Knight Commander unseated the Mighty Roan and followed the First Sword, handing the reigns of his horse to Sir Ralph.&nbsp; He allowed himself to be assaulted and then insulted, all the while saying nothing, and demonstrating no emotion.&nbsp; He even permitted himself to be threatened.&nbsp; But he took very little stock in it apparently, because all he said was:<br><br>&nbsp;"You are a fool."<br>&nbsp;<br>And that was it.&nbsp; He walked towards the throne room, his red cape flowing behind him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lumasan</strong> on <strong>09-09-2012, 05:29:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m241/Lui_punkgirl/queenamelia.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Amelia<br><strong>Role:</strong> Queen of Thieri<br><strong>Location:</strong> Throne room then Courtyard<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Sebastian Varta, everyone in the Courtyard.<br><hr><br>Amelia straightened her back and lifted her chin. Sebastian seemingly enjoyed ruffling the Queen's plumage, if only to spur thorn covered words from her mouth. She gripped her dress, pulling the hem off the floor, her hair jostling in the process. Biting her tongue the Queen gave him an intimidating look before softening her features. It seemed as if she lost any desire to exchange quips with her husband. Finding more of the coming events more important than witty remarks and restrained insults. Her wrinkled nose relaxed as Amelia moved quietly across the room.<br><br>Regardless of how relaxed she looked, Sebastian's comments on her inability to rule in his stead, tugged at her. It was a small insult, and cowardly of him to say. Amelia wondered if at any time the man had considered her formidable enemy. As a woman, her political knowledge coupled with her sensuality, made Amelia a force to be reckoned with. She had wit and the wiles, the body and the talent--to become a great power. Her father raised her to be on top of the political game, and her mother taught her how to use everything that was her, to her advantage. <br><br>Then came his blatant disregard for her suggestion for a bath, as he practically glided out of the room on his ego. She would have to deal with it, because when her husband decided on something, there was usually swaying his decision. Amelia relaxed as she fell out from behind her husband, deliberately walking behind him so she could take a few short moments alone to think, deliberately walking behind him. If he wanted to look like he held all the power, then she would make it seem so. Tonight she would play the delicate flower that obey his every whim. A smirk made it's way onto her lips as she caught up with her husband now, always behind his right side. She was dressed as a queen, so perhaps by just sauntering behind him, the Aserit's would see him as the King. If anything they would see her as less powerful. Beautiful.<br><br>As they arrived to the courtyard, Amelia stopped at the top of the steps to the entrance. Her son, Lorenso and Lenally pushed past the queen. Neither Lorenso or her son looked cheerful. She turned back to their guests, smiled warmly and bowed. She smiled warmly, and bowed. Awaiting her time to talk after standing straight again, her voice flowed out. In a more silky smooth voice, that Varta was only privy to within the bedroom and when she whispered in his ears. "Welcome everyone, welcome to our castle. I do pray my son was kind to you, if not then I apologize." She slowly descended the stairs, her feet appeared to be donning a pair of sandals. Ribbons entwined around her foot to hold the sole in place and then wrapped upwards. Over her ankles and up, disappearing under her dressed. The ribbon was black with gold stitching, a pattern that repeated across the fabric. At some point during her day, the Queen had managed to put on some shoes. <br><br>Amelia had never been fond of shoes, and that was her downfall when it came to dressing as a woman. She enjoyed the feeling of stone, earth, and water on her feet far too much. The fact she had remembered to, was a thing to see. As she reach the end of the stairs Amelia sighed softly and bowed again. "I do hope the trip wasn't too lengthy and too dreary. I imagine after such a trip you'd like to take a rest." She still spoke in that almost beckoning and tender voice, a smiling on her lips as she spoke. This behavior, was honest and came across friendly, and she was indeed concerned that they might be tired. They did leave their kingdom early, and that usually meant that people were in a hurry to get home. <br><br>Her mind wandered as she looked over the Aserit royal family. The queen, displaying her skin proudly and wearing armor whose only positive trait was maneuverability. The daughter who dressed for war and not for afternoon tea. The son who shrouded his face and harbored it a secret. The older daughter who delighted in the fineries as Amelia did. Then there was the King. A weary looking man surrounded by an unfamiliar country. She wondered if any of them even wanted to be here, if they thought it was a trap, or if the subject of marriage would come up. Amelia shook off the idea immediately, she would do as much as she possibly could to keep that from happening. Everyone deserved love and not a thankless marriage of convenience. She stood silently, awaiting words from her husband and from her guests.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>09-09-2012, 20:21:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7ijzlvIdD1rbjskko1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Essaline<br><strong>Title:</strong> Aserit Queen<br><strong>Location:</strong> Theiri Castle Courtyard<br><strong>Tags:</strong> All present<br><hr><hr> <br>Essaline knew her husband approached even before his arm slid lovingly around her waist, and she made no attempt to stop the softening of her features, the smile that curled her lips. Easy it was to lean closer to him, her head turning to brush her lips, her cheek against his beard, breathing in his scent of man. Remaining within the circle of his embrace she watched the approach of Mattias, inclining her head as he addressed her and her family. <br><br>She knew Mattias. She knew that look within his eyes, the stoic sternness of his handsome face. There was a reason he was the Kings most trusted advisor. The man had murder in his eyes, especially for Kale, and the Queen respected him all the more for it. Yet she said nothing, allowing her daughter and husband to converse with the man. <br><br>Silent but observant she was, watching carefully as Lorenso stalked his way to the Theiri heir and disappeared around a corner with the young man. The First Sword was a man to watch, and for more then simply the fact he seemed an honorable Knight. Soon after Kale reappeared, alone, silent and brooding and making his way into the castle, passed the King and Queen of Theiri as they made their way to greet their guests. Valius made his wishes known to the children, and finally sharp eyes were torn from her surroundings as Kaniene asked to take Hooper to the stables on her own. The Queen would shake her head, still nestled against Valius, her timbre kind but stern as she addressed her daughter. <strong> “ Nay Kaniene. You will accompany us. I want nothing more then to see to Bellator myself, just as you wish to see to the care of Hooper, but now is not the time. You will be allowed to look in on him once we are settled, and you will <em>not</em> go alone.”</strong> The emerald eyes that locked onto her daughter brooked no argument. Raking her gaze over both Auron and Orianthi as well, she made sure they too understood that they were to follow, listen, and learn. <br><br>Finally Essaline would tun her full attention to the King and Queen of Theiri, and her scrutiny of the pair would begin. The Queen made her entrance to the courtyard just behind her husband the King. This in itself was nothing. Essaline knew she happened to be a rare queen, arriving alongside her husband in all things. She was quite aware that this did not mean that Amelia was weak. In fact the Thieri Queen proved this by being the one to speak first, welcoming the Aserits to her home.<br><br>It would be then that Essaline finally spoke. Knowing full well her husband and her children would follow her lead, she would slip an arm through her husbands, urging him to walk forward with her, towards the Royal couple they considered to be the enemy. She stood alongside her husband Valius, speaking to the Queen that was so unlike herself.<br><br><strong> “ The words and attitudes of the youth are things sometimes we cannot control Lady. But they are easily brushed aside by those of us with more temperance. We can only hope that they grow to hold the wisdom and patience of their parents, no?”</strong> She held the other Queens gaze for a few moments as Amelia spoke of resting, and she would dip her head in the woman's direction. <strong> “ We are not accustomed to traveling in such a slow pace, but then, this mission is not one of war....”</strong> The barest hint of a smile curled the corner of her lips, and perhaps Amelia would catch the glint in her eagle's gaze. But it was there and gone again in a blip, and Essaline was continuing. <strong> “ We indeed are feeling the dust from the road overly much, and would like nothing more then to be settled within our rooms, if you would be so kind Your Highness. We all must prepare for what I am sure is to be a most glorious welcoming.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 00:03:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.turbosquid.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/3DFantasyKnight.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Kale <br><strong>Role</strong>: Knight Commander<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Tower<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; No one<br>As the Knight Commander strode through the labyrinth, he could not help but reflect upon what had occurred that day.&nbsp; The Choosing was a day of renewal, a day when the Order of the Lion sheds its old skin and regrows, re-surges and becomes whole again.&nbsp; It was, perhaps, the best occasion to plummet to his own death, on his own terms, without ever experiencing the horror of a peace treaty.&nbsp; It was also, perhaps, the best way to ensure that a peace treaty could be made.&nbsp; Kale Thieri would always oppose it, but he could not deny it.&nbsp; The world demanded it, and he did not think himself able to deny the world.&nbsp; He was not that selfish.&nbsp; And indeed, he was not very selfish at all.&nbsp; He had devoted almost his entire life to battle.&nbsp; To leading men to their deaths.&nbsp; To suffering.&nbsp; To dying.&nbsp; And now he was expected to not do that.&nbsp; Kale found that he couldn't.<br><br>He was a man who responded to conflict with conflict, though he never believed that might made right.&nbsp; He was happy in his own conduct that day.&nbsp; He was happy that he had acted the way that he had acted, the way that made him loathsome to the Aserits.&nbsp; He was happy that he had been seen as being arrogant, when he was being impertinent.&nbsp; He was happy that he had been seen as insulting, when he had resolved to protect his people at the expense of his honor.&nbsp; He still could see beautiful Kariani wielding her sharp blade, approaching that peasant.&nbsp; Kale gloried in the fact that he had stayed her blade with an insult, and not through threat or force.&nbsp; Kale gloried in the fact that a challenge to a duel was rejected with an insult, too.&nbsp; In short, Kale felt sympathy for that younger, dangerous man -- he too was driven from his home and trained in all manner of war.&nbsp; Kale was brought up with reason, but Auron was not.&nbsp; Auron could not see that he was attempting to divert a disaster-- Auron and the Aserit assembly simply conceived him to be a man who was always ready to give insult.<br><br>Kale had led, in his short lifetime, a group of very brave and very intrepid men.&nbsp; They were a cavalry that thrived in the forest -- and that didn't actually make sense.&nbsp; But it made sense to Kale.&nbsp; The troop seized opportunities.&nbsp; They took initiative.&nbsp; They acted boldly.&nbsp; It was composed of a group of very ambitious men ready and willing to do anything and everything to end this conflict once and for all.&nbsp; And upon the day of the Choosing, when their ranks were strongest, the Aserit royal family wandered into their den.&nbsp; Kale smiled.&nbsp; He was humored by what the Aserits might have thought about his speech to his men.&nbsp; He knew that they hadn't truly understood what he was doing.&nbsp; That he was saving them from his own men.&nbsp; Kale found strange things humorous.&nbsp; But he was a man of his word, and that's all that really matters anyways.<br><br>He had now clambered up the stairs of the tower that he had chosen to leap from should the treaty truly develop.&nbsp; Though he hadn't spent much time in the castle, he had always enjoyed this particular remnant from an edifice constructed long ago.&nbsp; One could feel the wind careening into the tower's side, thrumming it like a taut string.&nbsp; It rocked, and it swayed, and one could fall asleep here, and sleep the sleep of the just.&nbsp; It was the only place that could permit him some surcease from the agony of being away from the battlefield, from being away from his men.&nbsp; He wasn't the sort of person that could prosper when others suffered.<br><br>He produced the key to the room at the very top, and inserted it into the latch and turned it to open the door.&nbsp; He then entered the room that would be the last one he would ever see.&nbsp; He sat down upon a chair, and first undid his chestplate.&nbsp; It had served him well, but it wasn't his any more.&nbsp; It belonged to the new Knight Commander of the Order of the Lion.&nbsp; Not to the corpse of a fallen soldier.&nbsp; He then unfastened his pauldrons and his gorget, and continued to methodically undo his suit, until it was neatly arrayed at the foot of a straw bed.&nbsp; His men would understand what it meant.<br><br>He then stood up, and dressed himself in a nobleman's clothes.&nbsp; He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, and then rejected the notion that his body should be discovered like this.&nbsp; He had been born a prince.&nbsp; But he hadn't been brought up like a prince.&nbsp; So he unclothed himself, and put on a burlap shirt with a rope belt.&nbsp; He was now prepared.<br><br>He approached the tall window that overlooked all of beautiful Thieri, and he was humbled with its enchanting appearance.&nbsp; He glanced up at the blue sky, and he smiled.&nbsp; He had admired it very many times as he lay bleeding on the ground.&nbsp; But each time, he had hoped to see another day with a blue sky.&nbsp; He had wanted to live.&nbsp; He had wanted to thrive.&nbsp; He had wanted to escape death.&nbsp; But not today.&nbsp; Death was here.<br><br>But what would his mother think?&nbsp; He hoped she knew that he had loved her.&nbsp; He wished that he had held her one last time and told her that he loved her.&nbsp; Perhaps that was his only regret as he looked down at certain doom.&nbsp; That his mother would not know how much he admired and respected her and loved her.<br><br>He thought about his sister.&nbsp; He thought about his father.&nbsp; He thought about Sir Ralph and Sir Pontius and all of his men.&nbsp; He knew his men would understand.&nbsp; He knew his father would not.&nbsp; He was certain that his sister wouldn't understand anything, either.<br><br>He then thought about Kariani.&nbsp; He loved her too much to not at least leave her something.&nbsp; He stepped away from the ledge, and sat at a table, and wrote upon a note:<br><br>I, KALE THIERI, ADMIRED PRINCESS KARIANI.&nbsp; SHE WAS BEAUTY ITSELF, IN ALL ITS TEMPESTUOUS RAGE, AND MY HEART HAD BEEN CONSUMED BY THE THOUGHT OF HER FOR MANY DAYS AND NIGHTS.&nbsp; I OFFER MY SYMPATHIES TO HER FOR NOT GIVING HER THE RIGHT TO SHEATHE HER BLADE INTO MY CHEST.<br><br>He liked that.&nbsp; It would have made Kariani very happy.&nbsp; Perhaps in another world, in another lifetime, Kale would make her happy in a more constructive way.&nbsp; But, as he leaped to his death from that window, he knew that it was an unrequited love.<br><br>He did not cry out.&nbsp; He hit the ground hard.&nbsp; His body lay contorted at the very bottom.&nbsp; But he did not die upon impact.&nbsp; He could not will himself to stop breathing.&nbsp; He was forced to attempt to breathe, though his lungs were now flooded.&nbsp; And that is how the Prince perished.&nbsp; Drowned by what was in his organs.&nbsp; And he had not regretted it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 21:35:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Mattias.png)</div> <strong>Name: </strong>Mattias Torm<br><strong>Role:</strong> Aserit Adviser<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Theiri Castle Gardens moving towards the stables<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All present <hr><br><strong>"Worry not princess...my Queen, I shall personally see both Hopper and Bellator to the stables, I am sure that *Red Hare would enjoy the company of those born within his herd."</strong> Mattias offered after offering a proper bow to Theiri queen and knew when to be silent when the royal families spoke. He did not appear to recognize the departure of the Knight Commander and the First sword but looks (And Mattias) were deceiving. To think he could possible be "His" King bothered him, one never knew what could befall the royal families and result in a man who did not deserve the throne. Kale would never be King of Aserit, The Blackhand would not never permit it. <br><br><strong>"Your highness, if you would excuse me." </strong>He politely followed protocol to excuse himself from the royal familes with the beloved horses of the queen and her daughter in tow as the Theiri stable hands handled the rest.<br><br><br><hr>Red Hare- Mattias's mount, named after its unique ashen shade of red. Extremely fast horse that he is capable of riding without a bridle. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelicBlade</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 04:05:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.mmorpg.com/images/avatars/Anime_Warrior_by_chaotixwol.jpg)(http://media.animevice.com/uploads/0/7621/297185-dark_assassin_by_atarts_super.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Auron<br><strong>Role:</strong> Prince of Aserit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Castle Courtyard.<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Everyone around.<hr><br>Auron walked had walked quietly, staring blankly in front of himself. He almost seemed like some emotionless, soulless human, doing as he was told to the letter, hardly trailing from his orders, hardly speaking and hardly interacting with anyone. Coming to a stop with the carriage he sat staring blankly, his face hidden behind the the&nbsp; leather half mask his armor provided, the hood down revealing his messy brown hair and brownish-red eyes. He stared boredly at the Theiri Prince when he did his pathetic little speech, this man obviously had no intentions of making peace, however Auron couldn't careless. Oddly he felt more emotionally numb this day then ever before, though he couldn't quite understand why. Not that it really mattered though. <em>Strange, I can't for wait for night time to come, I feel the need to explore this city, it's oddly beautiful. . . though, I don't want Theiri guards or, well, anyone with me. . .</em> He thought to himself drowning out the Prince's voice. Seeing the First Sword pull the young prince away peeked Auron's curiosity a bit, not much however seeing the Prince storm off a several minutes&nbsp; afterwards. <br><br>He only nodded at Matthias when he approached, personally he enjoyed the lush forests they traveled through, the snails pass was a tad bit annoying, not much however. He was mildly surprised when his mother hadn't allowed Kaniene to tend to her horse, frowning inwardly when she gave him 'the look'. It's message loud and clear to him, he'd seen it so many times before, he only shrugged slightly and walked over to his sister. It was strange to him that his mother would open display her affections towards King Valius, or his father as some have stated. Auron would've disagreed , but only to himself. He disliked his father and could careless about him. He sighed resting his hand on the hilt of his blade wanting to practice his swordsmanship. Looking over at Kaniene and slightly raising an eyebrow.<br><br>"Would you like to spar later on? I haven't gotten to train this whole trip, and I'm very disappointed." He said lowly, his voice always seemed low and quiet, which was odd considering how outgoing he was. Then in a lower tone, only she could hear, he added. "Besides afterwards I think I'll sneak out of the castle, was wondering if you'd like to join me. . ."<br><br>He directed his gaze towards his mother, Valius and the Theiri King and Queen. Somewhat wondering how long they'd sit here talking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lenka</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 15:27:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://theresalduncan.typepad.com/witostaircase/images/forest_princess_1.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Kiara <br><strong>Role</strong>: Princess of Theiri<br><strong>Location</strong>: Joining everyone in the Courtyard<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: All present<br><br>"Princess...<em>Princess Kiara!</em>" <br><br>Suddenly Kiara was broken from the spell that she seemed to often get lost in, her thoughts taking her far away from the reality in which she must stay grounded too. <strong>"Yes..<em>yes, sorry</em>."</strong> She smiled pleasantly to the young maid that was carrying a full vase of their local flowers. "The Aserits.. they have arrived..." she concluded her words by stalking off quickly into the neighbouring throne room.<br><br>Time was getting on, the arrival of the Aserits had finally arrived. Gathering herself together she began to quickly run from the long room, the door she was just about to open was suddenly pushed with a force of about ten giants, nearly knocking her off her feet.<br><strong>"Brother!"</strong> she added quickly as his presence took her very breath away. Her palm quickly resting across her breasts as he stormed through the accompanying room like the weight of the world was resting squarely on his shoulders. Kiara stopped briefly, torn between the vehement energy that radiated from him and her engagement with welcoming the Aserits. No, she had her place and Kale should know his. <br><br>Leaping out of the door she walked with haste, making sure that everything was in place before she was to be seen by anyone. Kiara finally slowed down as she heard the sounds of the Aserits reverberate from the Castle's courtyard, the power in their voices echoing from the vast castle walls.<em><strong> "So help me goddess.."</strong></em> she quietly sent a prayer as she majestically descended down the winding stairs that would give her full view of the courtyard, and then in turn the Aserits a chance to see her arrival.<br><br>The flame of hope grew stronger when she noticed her father standing with her mother, both&nbsp; greeting the Aserits. She was delighted to see him and knew he would make it to such an important gathering as this. Kiara walked slower down the stairs, her fingers idly brushing down the silken dress that hugged her every womanly curve. She was much smaller in stature it seemed than any other woman before her, yet when she smiled, she made sure her eye's reached everyone infront of her, she was no wilting flower. <br><br>Walking besides her mother, she stopped and smiled softly, bowing her head as she dipped low on one knee in a show of respect. <strong>"Greetings to you all."</strong> The physical difference between the two cities was amazingly shocking, each of the Aserits looked as though they were prepared for a battle. Kiara's eye's wondered across to the young woman who must be Princess Kaniene, her skin beautifully rich in colour, her hair wild with life like the ferns that grow along the streams walls outside the castle.... she didn't look as terrifying as she had heard. The other woman, no doubt Queen Essaline was strong beyond no doubt, her eye's mirroring the rough edge that she was barely containing. <br><br>Kiara swallowed, sensing the slight animosity at that moment that was building from the Aserits.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;<div align="center">(http://12img.skins.be/2/8/0/2/7/2/7/amberheard14-1920x1080.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>22-09-2012, 12:24:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.dstv.com/www.dstv.com/content/DStv/Images/Nic/Thor/Thor_loki.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sebastian Varta<br><strong>Title:</strong> Theiri King<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Courtyard <br><strong>Tags:</strong> Queen Amelia and the Asertit royal family.<br><hr><hr> Simmering tension. Its vestiges had adorned the tasteless air for many months and now rose to bloom as the two kingdoms stood wary arm's lengths from each other. His eyes drifted, almost absentmindedly from one warrior's fierce countenance to the next, and so did his smile. Combat, he had been taught, was the favored resort of brutes. An overzealous compensation to assuage the vacancy betwixt their ears. Vaguely, his prancing mind wondered how any of them would fare should he manage to goad them into a game of chess. The great Aserit Kingdom, the only land that had refused to evolve from base urges of lust for battle and flesh alike, had long since enjoyed burning the flesh of his thigh. It would be so ruthlessly pleasing to twist their diplomacy-tied hands and cause them to itch for their swords. More so, it would buy his sources opportunity to act upon his hunches. <br><br>The Queen, bless her, was in her prime. Amelia's graciousness was legendary, though he doubted if any, even within his own council, knew she hid an acumen so voraciously skilled as his own. Of course, clad worse than a commoner he was certain she had taken it upon herself to guard Theiri from embarrassment, by greeting their esteemed guests herself. He imagined the louts guffawing through their entire return, flinging insults at his appearance and subsequently at his rule. Or better versed, he hoped that would be the case. Underestimation was key to his scheme's success. Hopefully soon, he might entrust Amelia with the proof she would need to enlist her aid, but as well he knew himself, he knew his queen. She would dare not raise arms against a realm known for breaking skulls with bare hands without knowledge of their inevitable defeat. Nor indeed would she even desire for war, but alas, its hurtling footsteps were only barely masked by this sham of a "talk".<br><br>Mild disappointment mired his ill-tended yet handsome visage as his hopes of being mistaken for a gardener or perhaps worse were quashed. Underestimation, it seemed, was a very dangerously double edged sword. <br><br><strong>'And let us hope we do not offer any ammunition to those blasted historians to skew this mission as anything but...</strong>, came his unannounced yet clear, assertive voice as he fixed his gaze upon his rival. He looked weary. The road had outperformed itself. <strong>'... the usher to a new era.</strong> <br><br><strong>'Welcome to Theiri!',</strong> and almost instantly even the smallest inklings of hidden intention melted behind genuine joviality. His eyes shifted the the warrior queen, a title none need have troubled their heads to decipher. Her entire body was a shrine to her abilities atop a man, either to slit his throat or to kill him with pleasure. Momentarily he wondered who to be wary of the most, the man who was touted to have ruled the most ruthless kingdom in modern history with little skirmishes as the only blemish or the woman who had her elbow roped with his, a state he could so easily imagine not to change should their other hands be wielding swords. He did not offer too many of the others much concern, though Princess Kaniene did bear spitting resemblance to her mother. Nor did he present attention to his state of clothing. That would be entertaining defeat and Sebastian Varta would not let such thoughts taint his intellect. <br><br><strong>'Come, the festivities though ever so eager to greet you themselves, shall remain sheathed in place until..',</strong>. Varta was versed in capturing an audience; in allowing his followers to believe he considered every single one of them as his greatest friend. Though here, as his eyes once again waded through his party, from Orianthi Aserit, the delicate flower bearing more than deadly thorns to the shrouded prince, whose wish to ally himself with the shadows impressed him, Sebastian allowed the barest hints of steel to lace his voice <strong>'...opportune time'</strong>. He had sought the King's attention as he spoke this, delving his proud gaze to win the audience of the man he hoped to best.<br><br><strong>'So come and replenish yourselves. It shall be Theiri's honor to nurse the great Aserit royalty to fighting health, so they can better enjoy the <em>surprises</em> our fair kingdom holds. We are two starkly varied cultures after all! I, personally, see that as the perfect prelude to exciting stroll of events.</strong>' His whims drew him to conclude his speech to Auron. After all, a trickster only used his words as disguise to size people up. Everytime Varta had been drawn to the grounds of battle, his best weapons were the surrounds themselves. Misinformation, deception and finally seizing of the perfect opportunity all bore from knowing when to hide and when to strike.&nbsp; Perhaps this useless interlude may just uncover some profit after all.<br><br>Nodding to the young prince, <strong>'So come, my guests. The wonders of Theiri await!'</strong>, he turned on his heel and walked forth toward Amelia, throwing a loving glance to his beautiful daughter, Sebastian Varta led Aserits to the beginning of the end. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - Castle Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>28-09-2012, 04:26:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vendyxiao.com/pictures/cosplay/cosplay_tifa_lockhart09.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Lenally D'Lannis<br><strong>Role</strong>: Shield Maiden<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; With Lorenso preparing to follow orders in the corridor<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Lorenso<br><br>As Lorenso began to lean in she already read his movements and moved closer, turning her head at an angle that would hide the movement of his lips so they had more privacy in plain sight. It didn't hurt either that doing so allowed her to feel the caress of the warm breath of his mouth against her ear as he gave her her orders. She nodded but looked at him concerned, arching her eyebrow with a silent question, as if to ask him if he was certain. The subtle gaze in his eyes told her he was, and she bowed, turning on her heels to go and gather the men. Kale was making a rather big mess before talks even began, and she knew how important it was to Lorenso. It was important to her as well, and she would defend both the man she loves so dear as well as the peace talks to keep the land she serves from being overrun and destroyed in a war.<br><br>She was fortunate that Lorenso gave her the power to command the company when he was not present, and was eagerly grateful that they respected her almost as much as their leader. She went to where the company awaited. <strong>"Men with me now!"</strong>, she said, though she did not shriek the command, she approached and calmly, but firmly, gave the orders. <strong>"We are to form ranks around the throne room, and be quick!"</strong>, she said, as she began to instruct which men would go where. Lorenso trained her well, and she made certain the men were formed perfectly to handle any mishaps. No one could ever fully predict the events that could happen, but at least no one could say that attempts to minimize them were never made. Once certain the formation were secure, she awaited Lorenso. She could only imagine the vicious tongue lashing he was giving the prince, but she only hoped that he was not overstepping. True he was the King's trusted friend, but even the most trusted friend may have limits as to how far them may go.<br><br>She stood at attention, her daggers and blades secure but at the ready to be used.<br><br>
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