A Prince's Companions IC
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				Title: <strong>A Prince's Companions IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>03-04-2013, 03:51:58</strong>
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				(http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r94/anIrishlad/Moonampstarnight2TrappistAbbey-Lafayette051_zps197e97bd.jpg)<br><br>A gentle, pleasantly cool early summer's night was folded over the fortress city of Fellissa, capital of Ahremberg and the seat of power for House Kaysser. Homes, shops, smithies, stables, stock pens, warehouse, inns and taverns were squished together, within the thick walls and tall towers of the city. The defenses were build in half circles, the first one around the imposing royal palace, the second surrounding the oldest and largest homes of the nobility, the third around the old city and forth around the new city. The beginning and end of each wall was anchored against the sheer sides of the Temple Mount, a lone mountain in a land of rivers and farms, plains and forest. <br><br>Few stirred this night, as the hour approached midnight and the full moon seemed to hang low in the sky. Guards stood their stations upon the walls, as members of the Watch patrolled the streets. A handful of priests or priestess, along with some of their acolytes held prayer in the temples, which were build into the sides of the mountain. The only other people awake, where to be found in the Queen's Solar, a modest and separate manor behind the palace. A few servants bustled away the dishes from the late supper, Queen Alveena had been having in private with her son, Prince Randolf. It had been a light meal, for it was the Prince's sixteenth birthday, when he would come into his majority and enter into the grand game of his class and it would not do for him to enter a world plotting to kill him, feeling sleepy and full from a filling meal, suited for one of royal blood. <br><br>He stood there, in the small dinning hall of his mother, watching the candle burn down towards the hour mark and sipping from a silver goblet, filled with a spiced wine, to keep from pacing. The flickering flame cast dancing shadows over his face, which seemed to hide in the shallow pockmarks under his eyes. Energy and excitement coursed through his veins, as the waxed slowly melted towards midnight, when he would finally be accepted as a man and set upon his journey to claim kingship, from the grasping hands of his brother. Each drop of the melted wax, brought him closer to casting aside the black and yellow doublet, with his mother's leaping doe and take up the mantle of his father, embracing the snarling hound, which had been chosen for his sigil. <br><br>"My son" said Alveena, her voice low but plainly choked with emotion, as she walked around to stand before Randolf, "It is time for you to go."<br><br>She reached out and gently took his goblet, setting it aside before drawing her last son into a tight embrace. While she loved all the children that her husband sired and had a greater affection for those she bore herself, he had a special place in her heart. Sure, he had a few younger brothers and they were still her sons but she couldn't help but feel like he was the last. After he had been born, King Volbrecht and been unable to get her with child again and then her monthly bleeding had stopped. A sudden wave of sorrow filled her heart and she squeezed the strong body of her son harder, not wanting him to die, afraid to let go but at last, she did and stepped back, looking up at him with a tear in her gray eyes.<br><br>"Mother...I.." Randolf stopped, his tongue fumbling for the first time in his life, as conflicting emotions clashed, "I will make you proud."<br><br>Smiling, the young man grasped the belt around his waist and unbuckled it, taking the sheathed sword and dagger from his hip. He held them out, returning the sword his own mother had worn, when she had been his father's Companion. He would have held onto the blade but it was custom for a prince to leave behind everything of his childhood. Just like the new clothes waiting for him atop Temple Mount, new arms and armor, even boots, would be there too or stored in the suite that was had been readied for him in the palace.&nbsp; The queen let out a single sob, taking the sword, sheath and belt in his hands, as he bowed before her. Straightening up, he kissed his mother's cheek and half raced out of the room, following a lighted path from the Solar, leading up the mountain, to the Temple of All Gods. <br><br>The temple was a strange affair. Located at the top of Temple Mount, it was carved into the stone, just under the peak. Unlike other temples, which had rooms and chambers, passages and stairs, alters and recesses, the Temple of All Gods was but a single space. One large room, supported by pillars, with an opening to the sky in the ceiling, over a massive bath in the middle. The walls and columns were carved with the images and symbols of the gods. Not often used, it was a special, holy place, reserved for those that cared for it and the royal family. It was lit only by the brilliance of the moon or the rays of the sun, no lamps or torches were allowed. <br><br>As her son left, Queen Alveena buckled the belt around her waist. It felt good to wear a sword again. It had been far to many years since she had been at her husband's side in battle. The steel and worn leather seemed out of place, worn over a fine gown of purple silk&nbsp; but not out place on the woman. It seemed to naturally fit, like it was a part of her and she caressed the hilt, to calm herself, as she looked down at the ring on her right pinky finger. It was a simple band of steel, with a single word etched into an otherwise smooth surface. Honor. It was the ring only a handful of women ever wore, the symbol of a retired member of the Sisterhood. <br><br>Gathering her pride, wiping away the tear and running a hand through her graying but still mostly blonde hair, she drew in a deep breath. With the confidence only a Queen could have, she strode from the dinning room, heading down towards her reception hall. There she would find a score of young women, some of the very best the Sisterhood had to offer. From who's ranks, she would choose those to protect, befriend, advise and even love her son, for the rest of his life, long may it be. <br><br><br><br><br><br><br>(want to know more? Please see the OOC Page (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=170072.0))
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince's Companions IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erich Norden</strong> on <strong>03-04-2013, 22:57:40</strong>
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				Beatrix had been quiet the entire time, standing to the side of the room, away from a couple small groups of women in hushed conversation.&nbsp; It seemed as though they had waited in the parlour for half an hour, though she couldn't quite be sure.&nbsp; The servants had done well to accommodate them with wine and an assortment of fruits and cheeses, but the young blonde-haired daughter of House von Winterfeldt found her appetite lacking.&nbsp; Try as she might to avoid it, her mind kept returning to the truth that her future would, by and large, be decided this evening, an evening she had prepared for since she had first come into womanhood.&nbsp; All she could do now is hope she had prepared well enough, that she would be among the chosen.<br><br>Every so often, she would brush aside an errant strand of blonde hair from her face.&nbsp; Every so often, she would cast her eyes to one of the others, all young ladies like herself, whose fates mirrored her own, a few of whom she recognized.&nbsp; They were all dressed in identical night-gowns, simple but elegant, the garb of a woman whom had long ago put her old family and alliances behind her and taken up the mantle of a new family, that of the Sisterhood.&nbsp; They were all armed as well -- Beatrix wondered that they would need them.&nbsp; Confident though she was in her sword-arm, she could not shake that creeping apprehension that mortal danger was imminent.<br><br>It took Beatrix a second to notice when Queen Alveena herself entered the room, whereupon she quickly but gracefully stepped forward along with the others, and lowered herself onto one knee, gazing at the floor.&nbsp; She waited to be addressed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince's Companions IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>04-04-2013, 00:13:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/067513c7f31876cd9d23874e183b1597/tumblr_mjppt8YZRB1qbz6f6o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Diane Thorne<br><strong>Status:</strong> Countess, House of Garabreth<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Queen's reception room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><hr><br>The chemise felt itchy on her skin, catching at every subtle movement she made. Diane settled, stilling her movements as she had been trained as a Lady of the House, and as one of the Sisterhood. After wearing a dozen pounds of face paint, hair adornments and miles of heavy brocade fabric- this was merely a time consuming irritant. She wiggled her toes inside the supple leather boots that hugged her trim ankles and protected her feet from harm. While a Companion was a battle hardened warrior, everything about her was soft and pliant in this outfit. Her shoulder length mass of wild curls framed her pixie features and made the flush of red around her eyes stand out starkly against all the pale white skin and black hair. Diane's darkly stained lips parted in a exhale of breath she did not know she was holding. Crossing her arms low over her belly, she idly rubbed her finger tips over and over the hilt of her dagger tucked into the belt fitting snugly around her waist- soothing herself with the comfort of being armed.<br><br>Inside the House of Garabreth, she had been a no one. Her Uncle had doomed her to a life in the background, which she seized to stay alive. Entering the Sisterhood had been an escape, though left her mother in her Uncle's thrall. He had married her after Diane's father's death, keeping the support of the Count's followers and bolstering his own following. As a Sister, she had no control over that title now- or to even be married to a man to give him the power of the House of Garabreth. It was a cruel thing to be unseen and unwanted. Here though, she had the chance to become a Companion to Prince Randolph, son of a former Companion- Alveena. She had not taken to examining the others, to gauge their worth in front of her's. If she was chosen, she would know each of them intimately in the time between now and whenever their crown had sole ownership or the crown or met an untimely death. It was a great honor to be chosen. <br><br>She stood as the Queen entered, feeling the weight of her sword at her hips- and swept across the floor to take a knee in the line of women waiting. Every fiber of her vibrated with apprehension, and she curled her hand over the pommel of her blade into a white knuckled fist. The time had come to see who would meet the Prince and guard him with their lives. Would it be worth it in the end? Perhaps.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince's Companions IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>04-04-2013, 09:37:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Vikings__Lagertha-katheryn_zps3e6d4893.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aldis Fallenbrook<br><strong>Location:</strong> Queen's reception hall<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Aldis Fallenbrook, wife of Asgrim, slain in their wedding bed, daughter of Geitir, beheaded for supposed crimes against the crown, stood amongst the best The Sisterhood had to offer Queen Alveena.&nbsp; The wheat haired woman stood with back straight and head held high, like a living statue, relaxed and unmoving.&nbsp; Her white chemise, scratchy as it was, covered her chest and shoulders&nbsp; but left her arms bare.&nbsp; Her sword belt accentuated her distinctly feminine hips, as if she had been born with it, and divided the white cloth into top and bottom, which barely fell to mid thigh.&nbsp; Aldis wore the squalor piece of clothing with indifference.&nbsp; It didn't matter if she appeared in wool, leather, or silk.&nbsp; Concerns such as those were for softer souls than she.&nbsp; <br><br>Aldis had not moved since the group had entered the ornate hall, filled with servants and slaves, women too weak to lift a sword and too timid to use a dagger.&nbsp; Her blue eyes stared forward, though she saw plenty from the corner of her vision.&nbsp; She watched as her sisters, women who had come from wealth and privilege, revealed their nervousness or partook in the offering of food.&nbsp; Some of these women were here by choice.&nbsp; Others were women discarded by their families, or given as payment to The Sisterhood as homage to crown and country, betrayed by their kin in a hope that their clan would retain its status.&nbsp; Bizarre customs for a people who claimed to be free.&nbsp; A fitting custom for a people without honor.<br><br>Many had tried to convince Aldis of their, so called, nobility since she'd been ripped from her wedding bed and sold into slavery in recompense for her village's "crimes".&nbsp; She had eventually killed the men for their ignorance.&nbsp; A bloody trail that had led her to The Sisterhood's attention, and delayed her execution.&nbsp; She had assumed the Sisters were as shameful as the other southerners she had come to know.&nbsp; An assumption that had been quickly corrected.<br><br>After years of lessons and training, Aldis found herself honored to be counted in The Sisterhood's company.&nbsp; She came to accept their beliefs and adopted their customs, even if that only came after she acknowledged that the only chance she would ever see her home again was to become a Companion and win a prince his throne.&nbsp; She longed for the cool, crystal clear streams, the smell of dew upon the broad birch leaves in the forests, and the sound of the gentle crash of waves upon the beaches even though she knew there was nothing left of her village and or those who had once dwelled there, men, women, and children who had been left as a feast for the crows, or sold into slavery.&nbsp; Yet, briefly, when she slept, she could feel the sting of ocean spray upon her face, as if she stood at the bow of a longboat, and taste the saltwater on her lips, at least for a moment, before blood and fire turned dream into reality.<br><br>Being here, in the company of her sisters, some of whom had earned her respect, others her animosity, was only a single, first step toward fulfilling her desires.&nbsp; She had to but gain the Queen's approval and she would be one step closer to her home.&nbsp; A task that could prove more difficult than all of her training or preparation to this hour.&nbsp; Amidst a room full of the Queen's countrywomen, Aldis knew she could easily be overlooked, something she silently vowed would not occur.<br><br>Aldis' reputation for keeping her word was well known throughout The Sisterhood as well known as her skill with a blade.&nbsp; Two things which had undoubtedly brought her to Queen Alveena's hall.&nbsp; The Sisterhood as a whole was known for their loyalty and honor, and there were many women within the hall that had a reputation with blade.&nbsp; Aldis's mind wandered even as her body remained still.&nbsp; She would need to seize upon opportunity when it presented itself.<br><br>Opportunity which presented itself when Queen Alveena entered.&nbsp; As if one, many of the Sister's bowed head and bent knee.&nbsp; When her sisters bowed and scraped, Aldis stood tall, unwavering.&nbsp; Her steely eyes focused into empty space ahead of herself.&nbsp; Her hands rested by her side, away from the pommel and grip of her sword, in order to show she had no intent to move against the queen.&nbsp; She had sworn loyalty to The Sisterhood and would swear her life to the prince, if she was selected, but she would bow to no one, be it King, Queen, or former Companion.&nbsp; She was here to be a bodyguard, after all, and how does one protect from a position of weakness, like that on bended knee.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince's Companions IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ladondra</strong> on <strong>06-04-2013, 04:52:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z335/Bchan1986/nm_zpse24ad6d3.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ladondra Povey<br><strong>Status:</strong> Grand Duchess, House of Beaumont<br><strong>Location: </strong> Queen's reception room<br><strong>Tagged: </strong>Open<br><br>Time seemed to move at a snails pace as Ladondra stood amongst the doorway leading to the Queen's reception hall.&nbsp; How long has it been now since the last time she had laid eyes upon the beloved Queen?&nbsp; Before joining the sisterhood when she was fifteen, she had only been inside the kingdom a handful of times as a child.&nbsp; It was one thing to be a distant relative and another to be a Grand Duchess of Beaumont.&nbsp; Since her mother had died when she was little, she had taken over the role of overlooking the household.&nbsp; Her older brother, Jaqc was serving his duties as a new Knight and her younger twin brother, Willis, had just finished his Page training and was now one year into his Squire.&nbsp; Four years had passed since then.&nbsp; In roughly two more years, Willis would be joining the rank of Knight; the same as their older brother, Jaqc, who was well into his third year as one.&nbsp; How she missed them so.<br><br>If she had been born a male instead instead of female, she no doubtingly wouldn't be standing here in the hallway with a bunch of other women; wearing nothing, but a white chemise(that almost blended with her pale skin), with a belt about her waist holding a dagger and arming sword on either side of her hips.&nbsp; A simple pair of leather shoes covered her feet.&nbsp; Back then, she had had her servants bathe, dress, and do her hair for her, but now that she was part of the sisterhood, she quickly learned to do these things on her own.&nbsp; No that she was a spoiled child growing up, mind you.&nbsp; As stated before, she had a house to tend to.&nbsp; All work and little fun and by fun, she meant training with her brother, Willis.&nbsp; The way sparks flew when their swords clashed together or feeling intensity fade away once her fingers released an arrow from her bow.&nbsp; But times were different now.&nbsp; Comparing her skills from then to now were uncanny.&nbsp; Her long ebony hair hung free along her back; green eyes scanning the room with curiosity.&nbsp; Women from different ranks were spotted about.&nbsp; From Princesses to slave girls and those in-between.&nbsp; It didn't seem to matter how rich or how poor you were as long as your sole purpose was to protect the Prince of Ahremberg.<br><br>Any time now, it would be midnight and their lives would be placed into the hands of fate itself.&nbsp; Would she be chosen to become a fellow companion for Prince Randolf or would she be sent back home to continue waiting to be married off to some unknown stranger?&nbsp; The intensity filling the air was a little unnerving, but then again, the same awkwardness was felt whenever her two brother would argue over being the next heir to their family.&nbsp; She wondered how her father was doing.&nbsp; Was he still alive?&nbsp; How was his health nowadays?&nbsp; So many questions left unanswered swirled about her constantly moving mind.&nbsp; While these occupied her thoughts, she leaned against the wall with her hands overlapped and resting upon her midsection.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince's Companions IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odanrav</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 02:25:03</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Corrine Reynaud<br><strong>Status:</strong> Countess<br><strong>Location:</strong> Queen's reception room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br>A long journey, finally reaching one of it’s greatest peaks. The dark haired beauty from Red Harbor found herself at a crossroads. There was either acceptation, and the opportunity to make something of herself, or rejection and to be damned to fill the ranks of the army of the Sisterhood. For many of the women who filled the Queen’s reception hall, there may have been a feeling of worry, or uncertainty. But within Countess Corrine’s mind there was easy assurance that both her lineage and extensive training would win her this day, and she would easily become a companion.<br><br>She stood the culmination of well over a decade of hard training with a singular purpose in mind. She was born to be a companion to a worthy prince, and the look in her eyes said as much to anyone that looked upon her. Her normally care free demeanor was taken over by a driven woman bent on accomplishing her goals to the fullest. And as much as the simple white chemise the Sisterhood stuck her in tried to make her look normal and not unlike the others, she felt she was simply a different breed. The other ladies there, some were of noble birth, some of lesser blood. Such things could be told by their heritage and how they carried themselves. But all of them had been sisters for longer than her, and she assumed that meant they had been completely brainwashed by their fallacies of loyalty. <br><br>Corrine was new to her sisters, and almost a stranger. Having only joined the Sisterhood six months prior after two years of being denied opportunities to become a companion. Some whispered it was due to her Ahdenii blood, and Corrine was prone to believe such things no matter their merit, as long as the blame did not lay with herself. In a fit of frustration, her father sent her to become a sister and hopefully increase her chances. Which seemingly she accomplished considering the place she found herself in.<br><br>Her fingers twitched, missing the feel of her crossbow in her hand, and the grooves of the dagger she kept along her belt. Both of which were tucked away nearby, and she would only arm herself once the Queen had chosen her. They were parting gifts from her father, though she certainly wished he would have allowed her to take some of her clothes from home at the least as well. The women of the east had such foul taste in attire it was almost painful to look at in Corrine’s eyes. <br><br>She fidgeted and brushed her hair back over her shoulder, beginning to become impatient. The time of choosing was imminent now, and for as much confidence as she held, there was still the nervous energy. A eagerness to get started on her true journey.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince's Companions IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 05:04:05</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Alveena<br><strong>Status:</strong> Queen, House Schomeck<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Queen's reception room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><hr><br>Striding down a staircase and through a short passage, Alveena approached the back doors to to her reception hall. Standing there, waiting fore her, were a pair of middle aged women, wearing the light blue livery off free servants. They bowed and as she came to a stop before the door, they offered a bowl of water, so that the Queen might wash her hands or face and then a towel to dry with. Once she had refreshed herself, they stepped back, set down their burdens and pulled the doors opened. It seemed, that with the silent opening, all conversation from the hall beyond was snuffed out. A quiet hung in the air, stifling all noise. Young women in simple underclothes went to bended knee, as royalty entered. <br><br>Well almost all of them. Right away, she picked out a couple that did not bow or kneel. First and foremost was a tall woman, with a strong body and long, braided hair. By features and defiance, she knew this one's name or was fairly certain. This had to be Aldis, of the Algere people, from the north. The youth looked like one of those barbarians to be sure, crude raiders but good fighters, when they could be forced into a stand up fight. It always seemed though, that they would melt away from armed troops and reappear at an unguarded village, sacking it and retreating over the sea before knights and men-at-arms could arrive to give battle. <br><br>Still, only a fool would call them cowards and the queen tapped her chin lightly, as she studied the barbarian for a moment longer. A strong swordarm, was always an important part of the Companions but there were always other factors. She wondered if her son would like her. Like everyone of the King's sons before him, since the dawn of the Kingdom, Randolf had been kept too busy training, to be able to chase after girls and like everyone of her sons, she wasn't sure what he liked in them. To be sure, Aldis was attractive, with a pretty face and curves on her strong body but would her son look upon her and see beauty? <br><br>Then Alveena's gaze swept the room and focused on a young lady she did know, almost personally, her cousin Ladondra. A serious young girl, the few times they had met, she had heard she had been forced into the Sisterhood, even though she was too old. For a moment, she wondered how much that had cost her cousin Jaqc, as she looked upon young Ladondra, who appeared to be lost in thought at the moment. A slight smile graced her lips, part amused by this but only because she was a distant blood relative and part at an old memory, of her and Randolf playing as children. Any other and they would have been dismissed by now for such a lack in attention. Then consider the fact that she was grew up running a household and more then likely kept Jaqc from poisoning old cousin Nathaniel.<br><br>Her eyes turned back to those kneeling and her mind was a jumble of names. She had heard of all of these girls before, else they would not have been here but now she had to try to connect names and faces. It had been easy with the first two but now? The first she was able to confidently put together was Diane Thorne. A tiny girl with curly black hair and a touch of makeup to make her pale skin stand out, couldn't be any other. Pleasing to the eye though and a nice difference from Aldis, with a talent for healing, or so it was said. Then was a slim and trim blonde girl, who matched the description of one of the few women among the sisters, who could weld a longsword and disdained armor. What was her name? It was on the tip of her tongue, starting with a B? Bella maybe? No, was it Beatrisa? Wait, it was Beatrix! Yes, Beatrix von Winterfeldt.<br><br>Another caught the Queen's eye, a dark haired woman with a nervous fidget. The more she studied the young woman, the more she was convinced that she resembled the history's account of what the Ahdenii looked like. She looked like one of almost pure Ahdenii blood but what family after so many generations, wouldn't have intermarried enough to reduce the pure features of one of the old tribes? Then it came to her, the Reynaud's of Red Harbor were some what famous for being very picky about those they married, to produce heirs. Could she then be, Corrine Reynaud, daughter of Count Fredericks? If so, then she was a crack shot with a crossbow and could teach her son, more then just few lessons about men and women, if what she had heard was true.<br><br>"Rise my sisters" said Alveena in a strong, commanding voice, gesturing for all those around to stand, "For from this moment, until you leave, we meet as equals. You stand in the ranks of those most promising of our order, as I once did and with such honors, you stand upon a knife blade. Should I choose you to guard my son, then everything in this world and the next, that you care for, is nothing compared with his life and his becoming King. Men and our own sisters, will try to kill you, to reach him. You may have to cut down those you stand with tonight and even your own brothers and fathers, to see your duty done."<br><br>"Now" she continued in a softer tone, "Approach and introduce yourselves. Tell me why you should stand with my son, Prince Randolf."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince's Companions IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erich Norden</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 06:53:34</strong>
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				Beatrix stared at the carpet at the centre of the hall with eyes unseeing, her focus entirely on the Queen's words.&nbsp; After she had finished speaking, Beatrix lifted her gaze as she stood, and beheld the older woman before her.&nbsp; Queen Alveena certainly carried herself as a woman of stature, which was to be expected, but Beatrix also glimpsed something more in her pose, something that those of less keen eye, or whom had not been trained in the martial ways of the Companions might have overlooked.<br><br>"Beatrix von Winterfeldt, Your Grace--" she began, almost before she realized she had spoken.&nbsp; Catching herself, she took a single step forward, all of a sudden feeling that curious warm feeling on her scalp one gets when a score of important people are watching your every action and hearing your every word.&nbsp; Standing quite straight and still, she cleared her throat and pressed on, knowing that she could not afford to make a poor impression.&nbsp; Thankfully, she had spent the greater part of the previous hour deciding what to say.<br><br>"--Daughter of Count Markward von Winterfeldt.&nbsp; I am capable with the blade and the quarterstaff ... I am a student of history and culture, and am well-versed in music and dance.&nbsp; I have served in our Sisterhood for five years, and should you give me the honour, I pledge to do my utmost to provide for the Prince's happiness and well-being, and guard him with my life if it should come to that."&nbsp; The prickling on her scalp intensified.&nbsp; She matched the Queen's gaze for a long moment, and waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince's Companions IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ladondra</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 19:31:01</strong>
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				(http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z335/Bchan1986/nm_zpse24ad6d3.png)<div class="floatleft"><strong>Name:</strong> Ladondra Povey<br><strong>Status: </strong>Grand Duchess, House of Beaumont<br><strong>Location:</strong> Queen's reception room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Queen Alveena, Open<br><br>It was only then that she heard the doors opening that she focused all her attention upon the person entering the room.&nbsp; When she had been a child, seeing family had always been a pleasure; especially if it was those from the kingdom of Ahremberg.&nbsp; During her visits, as soon as everyone else had left them alone, she would cherish what little time spent together.&nbsp; This was mainly due to not growing up with a mother nor a female figure to look up to.&nbsp; So secretly, she had looked upon the beloved Queen Alveena as both.&nbsp; But now that Ladondra was in the sisterhood, she had to put family ties aside and give reason for being here.<br><br>After dropping to her knee, she kept her eyes glued to the floor; waiting for her turn to speak.&nbsp; Once a young woman had stood up and introduced herself as Beatrix von Winterfeldt, daughter of Count Markward von Winterfeldt, and gave her explanations for being here, Ladondra rose to her own feet.&nbsp; Making direct eye contact with the older woman, she fought the urge to smile.&nbsp; Grasping the sides of her chemise gown, she curtsied before her before speaking.&nbsp; "Your Grace, I am Ladondra Povey, daughter of Nathaniel Povey, and come from Beaumont in the North."&nbsp; She already knew the Queen knew of her personal background, but wanted to be fair and just for those around her.&nbsp; "I have been with the sisterhood for four years now and within those four years, my skills of the longbow and the sword have greatly improved since the old days of training with my younger brother, Willis.&nbsp; When not preparing for combat, I instruct girls in dance, sewing, and cooking.&nbsp; I will not lie; I am strict with my teachings.&nbsp; I myself, am light on my feet and quite flexable.&nbsp; I spend what little free time I have in making anything useful from a needle and thread and help with preparing and cooking meals for any number of people."<br><br>Placing a hand over her heart, she spoke from within; hoping not only the Queen, but everyone within the room and in ears range could hear her.&nbsp; "My reason for wanting to become a companion for Prince Randolph sounds simple, but there is more to it, I promise you.&nbsp; Yes, he is my cousin and family is important to anyone; even if you are not related by blood.&nbsp; I want to be able to protect this young man with my life, knowing that he will grow up to be a great and righteous King and rule over not just the kingdom of Ahremberg, but across lands far and wide as well with a strong heart and an fair mind."</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince's Companions IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 01:17:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/067513c7f31876cd9d23874e183b1597/tumblr_mjppt8YZRB1qbz6f6o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Diane Thorne<br><strong>Status:</strong> Countess, House of Garabreth<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Queen's reception room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Alveena<br><hr><hr><br>Everything felt afire as she rose to stand as an equal to the Queen of Ahremberg, her muscles tensed as if she was going into battle. In a way, she was. They were all fighting to seize and maintain a spot as one of the Prince's Companions. Their duty was to be the Prince's shield, and his blade in times of need. There was little they as members of the Sisterhood had not been trained to be. Everyone here was equal, no rank or station to hold them aloft. This was a final test to take a step toward a place like the Queen had seized... Queen of the land, and wife to the Prince's father. Diane stood among her white clothed Sisters, invisible due to her shorter stature. They moved around her, speaking again and again- giving their reasons to be one of the chosen few.<br><br>Diane of the House of Garabreth slipped between spaces in the ranks, moving silently and surely. It was easier to sneak here as she was unencumbered by any of her armor or the other blades she kept for throwing. It was simple to play this way, to show a skill instead of attempting to speak her thoughts. She had grown up silent, her opinions hidden behind a pleasant mask. When the Queen turned to listen to another woman that trotted out her proposal, the raven haired woman stepped up. Her belt knife slipped from its sheath, and she slide up to the Alveena. The point was in a dangerous position, not pressed but the edge held to the Queen's throat.<br><br><strong>"My name is Diane Thorne, of the Dark Horses of House Garabreth. I will be his blade, his shield... What they can offer you for him, I have lived before my banishment by my father's killer to the Sisterhood..."</strong> She stepped around the imposing figure the Queen cut, sheathing her dagger. <strong>"Forgive me for accosting you, it better showed my skills than just speaking."</strong> She stepped into the ranks of her Sisters, moving to the back to wait.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince's Companions IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>21-04-2013, 03:38:16</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Alveena<br><strong>Status:</strong> Queen, House Schomeck<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Queen's reception room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><hr><br><br>At least for a moment, it seemed to the Queen like her words had bespelled the girls before her. None seemed to move or even breath, frozen in place by the weight of the task before them. The sound of one heart beat and then another seemed to fill her ears, as she waited for what felt like the passing of an age but couldn't have been more then a few seconds in truth. Then the spell was broken. The slim blonde girl rose to her feet and blurted out her name, seemingly forgetting proper etiquette. A kind smile showed briefly, as the girl recovered, stepped forwards and finished her introduction, before listing her skills. Like all her sisters, she listed her skill with arms first but those she mentioned next were more interesting. If there was something that lacked in the education of a prince, it was fine arts and culture. <br><br>"A pleasure to meet you" said Alveena, her voice friendly, "Lady von Winterfeldt. A serious and proud pledge but never forget, it will not be if you need to guard him with you life and body, it will be when you need to. I will be considering you."<br><br>A smile remained in place, as Beatrix stepped back, to allow the other girls their chance and grew just a slight bit, when cousin Ladondra moved forwards, seemingly awakened from her daydreaming. As she introduced herself, the Queen almost clapped her hands softly in approval. Maybe those in this room didn't know the relation between them, as bloodkin but it was a very good move, to state her name and house, like they were strangers for the benefit of others. The humbleness, as she described her skills, simple cooking and sewing, making no mention of running a household. The smile grew wider, as her cousin declared that she wanted to protect Randolf, for family ties and to see the Kingdom riding into a golden age.<br><br>"Its nice to see you again cousin" said Alveena, "I hope you are one of the greatest among the best gathered here but know my decision will not be made based on family ties. If I choose you to guard Randolf, it will because of your skills, not because we already know one another." <br><br>Her cousin stepped back and another took Ladondra's place, introducing herself and naming skills, honors and family. New faces replaced those she had names for, as the score of young ladies stepped up. Nobles of all degrees, from the daughters of knights and barons to counts and dukes. There was another slave, a woman with mocha skin from so far south that her race wasn't known in the Kingdom and she had been traded several times before she arrived here. When only a handful where left, there was a collective gasp from the room and there was suddenly blade at her throat. The Queen's eyes widened in shock, as she counted those in the room before her and only come up with nineteen. In over forty years, no one had ever gotten the slip on her. Not the assassinations and warriors in her youth and not the snake-like officials of the court in her rein but now....a slip of a girl had done it, moving like the shadows themselves. <br><br>The shock in her eyes quickly flashed to fury, more at herself then the girl trying to prove herself, as Diane Thorne introduced herself and had melted away to cool judgement by the time the raven haired teen came to stand before her, once again mingling with their sisters. For a long moment, she stared down at the girl, hand caressing the hilt of the sword, as if she planed to cut the impudent child down where she stood. The thought that she might be too old now, never crossed her mind, not with the one she would fight standing in plain sight. With an effort of will, she took her hand from the hilt and stepped forwards, reaching out to caress Diane 's cheek lightly.<br><br>"Well sister" Alveena said in a voice only slightly tinted with a cool anger, which spoke of the knife edge these young woman's life balanced upon, "I did not plan on either picking or dismissing any of you before I had spoke with each but your introduction was bold. Too bold in fact young one....but, I am impressed. I have fought assassinations for many years but you are the first, I did not see. You are my first choice as Companion to Prince Randolf, of House Kaysser, heir to the throne of Ahremberg. Now stand besides me, as....Corrine Reynaud?....steps forth to introduce herself to me." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince's Companions IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odanrav</strong> on <strong>21-04-2013, 22:11:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.justd3.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/fanart-0091-full.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Corrine Reynaud<br><strong>Status:</strong> Countess<br><strong>Location:</strong> Queen's reception room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Alveena, Diane<br><br><hr><br>Patience was Corrine’s game at that moment. She saw her sisters practically leap at the chance to stand in front of the queen and flaunt themselves to her and their imagined “talents.” While she stayed quiet in the back, letting the slew of her sisters go one by one, most of them seeming to receive mild reactions from Alveena. Until Diane pulled the bold move of drawing a dagger to the queen’s throat. If Alveena had not been a former companion, the girl may well have been detained and beheaded for even making the slightest of motions against her. It was a great risk, but seemed to pay off much to Corrine’s surprise. This queen was not as she expected. Of course, Corrine believed Alveena would expect her son’s&nbsp; companions to be capable, but also to have some form of civility. Diane’s tactic was brash, and within her own mind barbaric. But if that was what would procure her position, so be it.<br><br>The countesses pale blue eyes shot up at the mention of her name. <em>“The queen knows of me, a good sign,” </em> she thought to herself immediately. Quickly her eyes averted around the room and rapidly her mind turned to what she could do to impress the queen. Behind Diane and the queen was a table lined with food, the centerpiece being a roasted boar. Its mouth was agape, and a ripe apple sat inside of it. Just too perfect.<br><br>Corrine bent her knee slightly and reached down at her feet and pulled out her intricately designed crossbow, as well as a single bolt from her personal bag. She loaded the weapon and prepared it to fire. It felt like an extension of her very arm she had grown so adept in its use. Her favorite toy, and ultimately what may win her place at Randolf’s side. <br><br>“Corrine, of house Reynaud, of the city of Red Harbor. Our legends say that my family was a great ally to the great king Gerold who united the Ahdenii people with the Remi. I’m here to honor those century old ties by serving prince Randolf, and seeing him elevated to his rightful place.” &nbsp;Corrine bowed her head down and her hair draped down her face, hiding the creamy smooth texture of her western skin. She rose back up, proud and tall. “But if words are not enough,” &nbsp;she said with a smirk and glance at Diane standing next to the queen. “then observe,” &nbsp;the raven haired companion hopeful said as she&nbsp; lifted her crossbow up in a fast motion. Her finger squeezed the release trigger and following a slight popping sound the bolt flung out at rapid speed. It flew right in between Alveena and Diane, soaring inches away from the latter’s face. The bolt struck the apple out of the boars mouth and pinned the fruit against the far wall. Corrine stood satisfied with herself, cocking one hip out to the side slightly and lazily letting&nbsp; her crossbow hang down, waiting for her eventual acceptance. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince's Companions IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erich Norden</strong> on <strong>22-04-2013, 17:52:46</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Beatrix von Winterfeldt<br><strong>Location:</strong> Queen's reception room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Alveena, Diane<br><hr><br>Having finished speaking for the moment, Beatrix gave a wan smile and silent nod as Queen Alveena addressed her, then returned to stand in rank with the other young ladies.&nbsp; Although her back was straight and her chin high, the way her eyes seemed to search for something unseen on the floor near Queen Alveena's feet betrayed uncertainty.&nbsp; She felt that she could have done better, could have spoken more eloquently.&nbsp; Still, she showed initiative; that counted for something, yes?<br><br>As the others came forward to introduce themselves, Beatrix watched with interest, replaying her own brief speech in her mind for comparison.&nbsp; Ultimately, she decided hers was as good as any of them, and it was no use to brood at this point.&nbsp; Oddly, she found consolation in the notion -- having said her peace, she had given her destiny over to another, the true and only choice she could have made, no longer to concern herself with that burden.&nbsp; She wondered if it had ever been hers to give.&nbsp; In any case, whether that destiny was to claim the kingdom in Prince Randolf's name and bear his children as his future queen, or return to the Sisterhood and live out her days alone, or anything in between, she could do nothing but let it come and accept it.<br><br>Well, almost.<br><br>The assemblage of women turned their collective attention towards another of their number, a Sister whose name Beatrix didn't quite catch, preoccupied as she was by her own thoughts.&nbsp; She found herself watching Queen Alveena, and had mere seconds to notice the short, dark-haired girl approach from the side of the room with knife in hand.&nbsp; Jarred from her reverie, the blonde woman reached for her own blade, her body suddenly taking on the tension of a drawn bowstring.&nbsp; The brief sound of metallic scraping rang out softly but clearly, and by the time the assassin's knife was at the queen's neck, Beatrix had raised her sword in turn.<br><br>She glared menacingly at the other girl, but did not move or speak.&nbsp; The newcomer identified herself after several tense seconds and sheathed her blade, and it was a couple more seconds still that Beatrix exhaled and did the same, frowning all the while.<br><br>"I was always told it was death to bear steel against royalty," she said, just barely loud enough to hear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince's Companions IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ladondra</strong> on <strong>26-04-2013, 21:19:23</strong>
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				(http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z335/Bchan1986/nm_zpse24ad6d3.png)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Ladondra Povey<br><strong>Status:</strong> Grand Duchess, House of Beaumont<br><strong>Location:</strong> Queen's reception room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Queen Alveena, Open<br><br>As soon as Ladondra has finished giving her introductions and reasons, she had bowed before the Queen once more before stepping back so that another could take her place and speak.&nbsp; "Your Grace...."&nbsp; However, other plans seemed in motion as gasps were heard about the room.&nbsp; Quickly lifting her head up, she spotted a woman of equal raven hair behind her older cousin with a blade held to her throat; introducing herself as Diane Thorne of the Dark Horses of House Garabreth.&nbsp; She then explained that it was better to show by example rather than tell about it like the others had done so.&nbsp; As soon as this was said, she then ventured back into the group of women and waited.&nbsp; The atmosphere had changed dramatically within such a small time frame.&nbsp; Everyone was now on edge and either scared or still gripping their weapons at their sides.<br><br>At first Queen Alveena seemed quite shocked that someone could get past her undetected, but that surprise quickly turned to anger as she stared down the other female; hand grasping the handle to her sword as though debating on whether to strike the other woman down or not.&nbsp; Instead, she approached Diane and reached a hand out to caress the small woman's cheek; not expecting such an outcome, but choosing her as her first choice to become a companion for Prince Randolf.&nbsp; This both confused and and left Ladondra speechless.&nbsp; Her life had nearly been snuffed out and for such an act, she chose Diane for having such skills.&nbsp; Indeed, they would become useful somewhere down the road.<br><br>Despite this sudden turn of events, the Queen continued the task of seeking out compatible women.&nbsp; Another woman known as Corrine stepped forward; introducing herself before setting herself up to fire a bow from the crossbow she had picked up at her feet.&nbsp; Once shot, everyone's gaze followed as it made direct contact with the apple stuffed inside the cooked boar upon the dining table.&nbsp; She looked rather proud of her skill with the bow and waited patiently to be judged.&nbsp; So, there was another woman who knew how to use bows and arrows like herself?&nbsp; Good.&nbsp; <br><br>Some of the women here seemed comfortable enough to display themselves and what they can do for the Queen so carefree.&nbsp; Simple as breathing air.&nbsp; It came naturally.&nbsp; Should Ladondra also shown some of skill she knew of to prove her worth?&nbsp; But she had already spoken and did not want to interrupt any of the other ladies whom had not had their chance to shine.&nbsp; She had respect for her fellow sisters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince's Companions IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>04-05-2013, 14:03:23</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Alveena<br><strong>Status:</strong> Queen, House Schomeck<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Queen's reception room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><hr><hr><br><br>Alveena arched one finely sculpted eyebrow slightly, as the countess drew a small crossbow from her personal bag. At first it was interest at how the young lady had gotten the weapon into her bag. Future Companions were not suppose to have their own weapons, just the simple sword and dagger issued by the Sisterhood. She would have had to been very clever or tricky to get it around their guards. Then it was in interest of the weapon itself. It was too small to have the power to drive a bolt through plate or maybe even chain, which was the main advantage of a crossbow, over a bow. She would have to be able to put the bolt in a open spot, like through the visor of a helmet or joints of armor, if it was to be of any effect on the battlefield but maybe that wasn't it's primary purpose. It was concealable enough to make it a nasty surprise for a would be assassin, if she had the speed to make use of such a situation. <br><br>She smiled slightly, as Corrine introduced herself and then brought her crossbow up. It was fast in her hands, the Queen had to admit and she was surprised at how quickly the Countess squeezed the trigger. Surely she hadn't had the time to get a bead on a target but then, the bolt zipped passed and struck something with a wet thump. Alveena&nbsp; turned her head slightly, keeping the girl in view as she looked back, to see that the apple had been plucked from the boar's mouth, cleanly through the middle and pinned to the wall. She clapped slowly and softly, in approval of the shot as she considered the display. While she was sure such a weapon would be of no used on a battle field, it would be invaluable in the tight streets and within builds. Plus she was plainly a quick and sure shot with it. <br><br>"A convincing argument" said the Queen, turning her full attention back to the countess, "And one that might win you the right to dedicate yourself to my son, although I wonder if you are merely attempting to imitate Countess Diane. However, I know a cunning girl like yourself, would have planed such a move out long ago and I have overly pleased to find two such ladies to serve Randolf. Please join your sister besides me, as the second Companion of the future King."<br><br>She turned her gaze upon the others, as Corrine came to stand besides her. She could only choose three more of the offered youths to protect her favorite son. Finger nails tapped lightly against the pommel, as he eyes fell upon Beatrix. She had been the only one to draw steel, ready to jump to the defense of the royal person or punish the daring Diane for her assault of the Queen. Quick to act and ready to fight, both of which would be very useful, along with her knowledge of the arts. The tapping stopped and her hand lifted, fingers curling in a gesture for the young lady to step forwards.<br><br>"Lady von Winterfeldt" said Alveena, "After careful consideration, I find that you have the right amount of skills, I wish for those closest to my son. You are the third Sister, I choose."<br><br>She returned her attention back to the remaining seventeen girls, seeing many stir slightly, knowing that there were only two spots left. She looked in each of their faces, weighing them in her mind before she choose the girl with mocha skin, who answered to a simple name of Anne, which she had been given upon entering Ahremberg. The exotic young bowed lowed and without a word, joined Beatrix, Corrine and Diane. Which of course, left one final spot to be filled and the Queen looked upon her cousin. For a long moment she studied the girl. Seconds ticked by, as each of the other fifteen girls held their breath, hoping that poor Ladondra would be overlooked, in favor of themselves but then, their hopes were dashed to tiny pieces, as the Queen gestured for her cousin to step forth. <br><br>"Dear Ladondra" said Alveena, "After careful consideration, you will be the fifth and final Companion for Randolf. You others may now enjoy the feast my cooks have offered here, before returning to the Guildhouse but do not feel shame, for you number among the best and the King yet has more sons, who will be coming of age. Rest well tonight, for your five sister have a long walk to make, into the jaws of danger." <br><br>She smiled at the chosen, shooing them towards a door being opened by a servant.<br><br><hr><hr> <strong>Name:</strong> Randolf<br><strong>Status:</strong> Prince, House Kaysser<br><strong>Location:</strong> Temple of All Gods<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><hr><br><br>Randolf panted heavily, as he stood before the doorway of the Temple, his hands on his knees, as he leaned forwards slightly. He had been jogging, if not outright running at periods for almost an hour. Even with the castle build against the mountain and a gently rising, if winding path to the top, it had still taken a deal of time to reach the Temple of All Gods. Catching his breath, he looked behind him, staring into the night but seeing no one behind him, at least not as far as he could see down the mountain. For a moment, he wondered how far behind him, would his Companions be? Would his mother be able to pick out the five girls with the speed of a striking hawk or would she take her time picking them out? How long before they had set out? Would they have been moving as fast as he had been? <br><br>Not knowing the answer, he shrugged, as a cool night breeze flowed over his shoulders and turned back to the temple. Stepping forwards, he passed through the plain marble arch and entered into the vast chamber at the top of a mountain. A sudden feeling of being watched crawled along his spine, brushing away the loneliness of the deserted temple. It felt like eyes were upon him, unfeeling and judgmental eyes, hard like they had been carved from stone. He was sure it was a trick of the mind but it was as if the statues within, had turned to look upon him. Taking a steadying breath, he smiled, choosing to think that it was the eyes of Nerthus, the goddess of fertility looking at him, as he stripped off his clothes. <br><br>Stretching, the young Prince strolled towards the bath, thin tendrils of steam rising from the water in the moonlight. Sighing softly, he slipped into the massive pool of warm water. Dunking his head under the rippling surface, he swam a few laps around edge before coming to rest in the far corner, in the shallow end. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince's Companions IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erich Norden</strong> on <strong>08-05-2013, 02:15:37</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Beatrix von Winterfeldt<br><strong>Location:</strong> Queen's reception room<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Alveena, Corrine, Diane, Ladondra<br><hr><br>Beatrix's distaste for the displays of braggadocio made by some of her sisters was evident on her face, but she remained silent; it was the queen's judgement that mattered.&nbsp; She fixed her eyes attentively on the regal matron as her name was spoken.&nbsp; <em>"You are the third Sister I choose."</em><br><br>With these words, the strange tingling upon her brow returned in force as she heard this; the realization slowly came upon her that her old life had ended with that statement, and a new one as guardian and consort of Prince Randolf had taken its place.&nbsp; Slowly, she nodded and gave a simple curtsy in reply before stepping forward to join Diane and Corrine.&nbsp; Queen Alveena's next choice was interesting; the dark-skinned girl was the only one of her kind Beatrix had seen in the guild house, and although she had read about the nations and peoples across the South Sea, it occurred to her that she knew nothing of the girl herself.&nbsp; Lastly, after a moment of suspense, the one called Ladondra was called forth, and the Companions were chosen.<br><br>Queen Alveena said a few closing words, and the five of them were ushered through a door, down a hallway, through another door, outside.&nbsp; All the while, Beatrix thought to herself quietly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Prince's Companions IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>01-06-2013, 22:24:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/067513c7f31876cd9d23874e183b1597/tumblr_mjppt8YZRB1qbz6f6o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Diane Thorne<br><strong>Status:</strong> Countess, House of Garabreth<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Road to the Temple of the Gods<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><hr><br>She had chosen a path of life or death, fight or flight- and it had paid off for now. Another time, she would have been taken to the floor and crumpled in a pool of her own cooling blood. The last moments of the Queen's choices passed with an eventful flash here and there, the small woman's brazen display provoking her Sisters into their own actions to attract Queen Alveena's eye. Diane had set the bar, climbing to the top of the ranks as the first choice to become her Prince's Companion. It was half worrisome, and half humorous as the others fell into line. There was some looks of distaste for what she had started, and others grudging respect. The House of Garabreth did nothing half-assed and perhaps she should have realized this before drawing steel on a royal member. Silly, since a majority of Prince Randolph's would-be murderers were his own royal siblings.<br><br>Diane glanced at the other girls that gathered at the Queen's side, a curve of her darkened lips was her only greeting to them. No words were spoken- but she was certain there would be time for that later. Now, their Prince was alone and in peril without them by his side. She lead the way out the door, letting herself be herded like cattle for the moment until she stepped onto the worn path that lead to the Temple of the Gods. This was the easy part, getting there- the travel between now and Prince Randolph's regency was another.
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