For The Crown - City Theiri
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				Title: <strong>For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 07:12:56</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The City Of Theiri</strong></span></span></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lo9-0IF3w6E/TH0rOiJ9y8I/AAAAAAAABnk/6329aMFEt14/s1600/Circular-Abbey.jpg)</div>The castle of Theiri lays in the center of the city a hedge maze separating it from the rest of a city and the city crowded up towards it competing with itself to draw ever nearer. Behind the castle under ground markets could be found. It was where the orphanage now closed was and it fast becoming a slum area where crime was starting to take root.<br><br>To the right was the famous bath of Theiri where men and woman alike were there to service those who required it. It was a sensual place the most of the citizens took advantage of. There was a large outdoor pool were one could swim in cool clear water that was deep enough to dive in or there were indoor pools of warmed water that was scented with a new flower each day often petals could be found floating on the surface of the water, steam thick in the air.<br><br>To the right was the artists court where shops lined the narrow street and some of the best artist in the world could be found creating. A wall stood in the back and was covered in painting and verses a standing monument showing the wealth of talent that pasted threw this city. The area widened out slowly and then quickly opened into a large stage where actors pranced singing and dancing for the amusement of the Theiri people. <br><br>A pleasure house greeted travelers. A large spiraling building with an open build that allowed glimpses of it's patrons and workers either in a passionate embrace or partaking in some of Theiri's export of choice. Sweet smelling smoke often could be smelled coming from this establishment. A grand hotel competed across the street from the pleasure<div class="floatleft">(http://www.ayf.com/images/West%20MW/Amphitheater.JPG)</div> house that had a range of rooms from basic amenity's to something befitting the grandest lord that didn't hold the monarchs favor at the moment.<br><br>Close to the Castle grand houses flanked the openings to the maze competing with each other in lavish styling. Gardens overwhelmed the small gates, fountains sprayed droplets of water into the air and a rainbow of colors threatened to overwhelm the senses. Music could always be heard on the streets and vendors abandon their scattered market places to roam the streets with their wears calling out to people half preforming to gain peoples notice and get them to buy their wears.<br><br>A specialty market place was crowded near the center of the city where&nbsp; high end items could be found. Weavers created cloth of gold and silver and seamstresses created clothing so lavish only the royalty of the kingdom could afford it. Perfumes scented the air and promised to entice men to any woman driving them insane with lust. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 19:26:42</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>&nbsp; Traveling through the slum area<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Essaline, open <hr><br>Anyone with common sense could see the hot tendrils of anger lurking behind Kaniene’s hazel eyes. Despite protest and near begging to her father a few nights prior, they were now within the enemy’s territory for a peace conference. Peace. The word sent nothing but despair through her young mind. Throughout the journey, her gaze frequently went over to her mother since often they shared the same thoughts and opinions on various matters. Did her mother readily agree to this plan? It was a question dying to be spoken to gain some clarity on her father’s decision. But in the constant haste to reach the enemy capitol within a timely matter, she was unable to have private word to ease her temper. <br><br>One might confused Kaniene’s reluctance to show quarter to the Theiri as a sign of blood thirst. In truth, the woman was born during a time of war and simply knew no other way than to hate the people so close to her father’s kingdom. There was no other world but war. Plus, the Theiri were the reason for children being without fathers and even mothers within the household. The reason why the Aserit were not able to expand into a greater kingdom. If there was ever an issue, the Theiri were to blame. On the streets, commoners and nobles alike cursed them as dancing fiends. <br><br>Besides thoughts of the enemy on her mind, there were unspoken issues within the royal family to ponder over. She had been raised within a house of four vastly different children, who all strove to make their place within the kingdom. As youngest and female, she always felt the need to prove her worth and usefulness to those around her. It was common knowledge and everyone’s expectation for the youngest to be a runt and dead weight to the family. For that child to be a drunkard and embarrassment. On the battlefield, she found the ability to carve out destiny. There was the ability to control her fate. Yet,constantly, the thought of being undeserving of her position plagued her during childhood and now womanhood. At times, it felt like there was no accomplishment not already done by a sibling. Win a battle with limited resources. Auron already did it. Create a master strategy to destroy the Theiri dogs. Reynard&nbsp; made one better. She did not dare even attempt to step foot into Orianthi’s territory of finery, jewels, and laughter. <br><br>But what was she to do now? What would be her purpose if all went well within the peace talks when all she knew was how to kill?<br><br>Kaniene only hoped her father would force the Theiri to yield without giving anything in return, and then turn his eyes to another kingdom to capture after placing a heavy tax on the people. Nothing would please her more than to help her father turn a great kingdom into a mighty empire. Only then, would she feel as though she was a child to be proud of. Creating an empire though was a dream that was not likely to happen. Her father was not a supporter of war. More than likely, he would attempt to make the people of Theiri forgive him for past “crimes” formerly seen as glory. The fear of one of her siblings being given in holy union to unite two nations nearly made her physically ill. Even if they were all at odds from time to time, they deserved so much better than to be forced to lay with the enemy for the rest for their lives. And if they did unite kingdoms, that would make all her previous efforts completely meaningless, wouldn’t it?<br><br>During the course of the journey, her eyes barely closed to rest due to anxiety about the future. Like usual, her sleep was uneasy. No one knew of the issue with sleep due to her not making a whimper during the dreams, but it had always happened after nearly each battle. Kaniene viewed the nightmares as another sign of weakness. Her mother probably did not have such issues. There were times when she considered asking her brother, Auron, if he suffered the same, but she did not wish to appear pathetic or incapable to do her sworn duty. <br><br>When they arrived within the Theiri borders, she witnessed firsthand just how much the war affected those without means to protect themselves and survive during apparent hard times. The people were nearly in a state of starvation while the stench of poverty lingered in the air. The view of actual people, without the war clouding her judgment, forced her to see them as humans. It did not help that they did not lift a hand at them. <br><br>The morning, in which they were to arrive in the city, she double checked her weapons to ensure they were all within their proper place. Even for this huge event, no dress ever adorned her body since she detested them.&nbsp; She wore battle armor (http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8cwzg5PRl1r7wrq1o1_400.jpg) created specifically for her and a simple black cloak with the family insignia in the corner. The only sign of her obedience to her father’s decree for no violence was her hair. Typically in battle, it was pulled back into some type of band to avoid it blocking precious vision during a fight, but now, it hung in natural curls around her face. The style was a rare sight. Rare enough to cause her hand to rub at her neck when the soft strands caressed her neck. The action though made her feel like a muzzled and leashed dog. Nothing in her appearance displayed her rank as princess other than the occasional appearance of her weapons' hilt (http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3hi8qDw701rrjmgoo2_250.jpg) when it nudged into sight. At her side rested her favorite dagger. With trembling hands, she pulled the hood of her cloak over her hair then returned to her noble steed. Like her, the black horse nicknamed Hopper (http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m83bh8MGrm1rac3imo1_500.jpg) appeared antsy about being so close to the enemy without intention to do as normal. Reaching out her hand, she touched Hopper's head to reassure it and herself with familiarity. There was not much time for anything else since they were back on the move.<br><br>Upon their arrival to the Theiri’s capital, she pushed back personal feelings to be on her guard for any hint of aggressive behavior among the people. Her hand remained at the hilt of her weapon to defend if necessary. Yet, there did not appear to be any found. Sure, there were evil glances thrown their way, but again no one attempted to attack them. For some reason, she expected more of the capitol city. The people she fought in battle proclaimed nothing but pride for their home city before taking their last dying breath. To her, it looked a little on the shabby side. With a gentle nudge, Kainene signaled for Hopper to trot up next to her mother. <strong>“Not what I expected,”</strong> she spoke softly then looked out the corner of her eye to watch a child cleverly take a coin purse out of a passerby’s pocket. In the far distance, the great castle stood with a majestic air even though its surrounding city looked a little worse for wear. It only made her think less of its ruler. He should have surrendered a long time ago rather than make his people endure a war they could not afford or possibly win. A small voice at the back of her mind argued that they would not be able to afford hefty taxes either, but she ignored it. They would far better underneath her father than their own king. <strong>"How long do you think it will take before we need to unsheathe our weapons?"</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sesshomaruartist</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 21:16:13</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 caressed the outer ridges of his beard as he gazed out of the window; it had been quite a tedious journey to the kingdom. His eyes wondered over to the people around the area, they were suffering just like the people off Aserit. What his dear wife, daughter and son did not seem to understand was that war always had a great toll on the common people of the kingdom. They made up the soldiers, blacksmiths and so forth. He could see that war had affected people in Thieri city as well. He could not help just feel sorry for them. His father had always been some one Valius had looked up to, waging one war after the other, claiming territories which he had no real right to claim. Valius had wanted to be like that when he was small but as he grew and began to see the negative impacts of war, his view of it slowly had changed.<br><br>He took a deep breath in before glancing over at his daughter, Orianthi. His black leather shirt strained as he settled back into his chair. The sight of his beautiful daughter made him smile; she after all was the only other one whom could understand his views. The queen would agree to them just to appease him like most in his kingdom. He had also a fur cape on, which he had worn normally on long journeys. The rumors at his kingdom had been discreet but there was talk about how his daughter was to wed a member of the Thieri family to ensure the peace agreement didn’t fall through. He had never even thought about this possibility but he wondered if his daughter would make that kind of sacrifice for the kingdom. “So, what do you think?” He asked, his gaze returning to the people whom were holding out empty plates, their bones evidently displaying the lack of proper food.<br><br>He could almost feel each and every bump as they drew closer to the gates of the actual castle, perhaps his age was slowly showing, he thought to himself. However he did not make journeys like this often, normally his queen would be the one, though it would be to go to war rather than to discuss terms of peace. Valius lightly chuckled to himself, savages was the word he had received as to the description of people in Thieri and each and every one of their royal family. Yet they seemed so similar to the people of Aserit. Even with all the hopes he had Valius knew that war was something which was inevitable so he had to be prepared for that as well. It would be a last resort, but with his first born and heir, Reynard around anything was a possibility. A man whom would be more than happy to initiate a war.<br><br>There had been an ulterior reason for Valius to be coming except just the peace talks, he had also hoped to talk some more with Amelia, the queen of Thieri. His discussions would probably suit a more private arena he thought, he could only imagine his wife’s reaction or the royal family of Thieri, which would probably be similar. He shook his head slightly trying to concentrate at the task at hand, there was an ornament box sitting next to his daughter, it was covered in jewels, it had been a gift he had brought from the royal treasury. Rubbing his eyes one last time, he slumped back into his chair and waited silently for the end of the journey.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 22:18:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7ijzlvIdD1rbjskko1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Essaline<br><strong>Role:</strong> Aserit Queen<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entering Thieri<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Kaniene, anyone<br><hr><hr> <br><br><br>Essaline did not want to be here. She thought this a foolish venture, this attempt at 'peace' talks, and within the city of their enemy no less! Why they could not at least meet somewhere between the two cities was beyond her. She thought it a sign of weakness on their part that they did not force the Theiri to come to them as well. Yet she had acquiesced to her husbands desires. As always he had brought her to his side on the reasons for doing things his way this time. <br><br>It was for their people he'd said. They were suffering. The Queen of Aserit knew this very well, knew that the royal coffers were dwindling quickly, but she also knew that though their people may be poorer for the battles Aserit had been waging, they stood behind their Monarchs, most even fighting alongside them eagerly. Valius and Essaline made sure their people did not starve, and they themselves tightened their own belts as well, to show their people they would willingly suffer along with them, all in the name of victory.<br><br>So as she rode her destrier Bellator (http://images01.olx.com/ui/1/22/20/8772220_1.jpg), the war horse stamping and snorting at the slow pace they were going, her piercing eyes would narrow at what she would witness. The Thieri people were indeed starving. They were a sad, bedraggled people, while their own Monarchs sat high within their castle in opulence. Plump lips would thin slightly as she turned her gaze ahead once again, her stoic beauty working ever quicker to anger. <br><br>Shifting in her saddle, her anger faded as Kaniene trotted close to her, the barest of smiles teasing her mouth, the pride in her daughter quite obvious. Though her daughter was donned in complete armor, the Queen had chosen more Queenly attire. As much as she could stomach anyway. Much as her warrior princess the Queen would never be seen in a gown either. And though she was not in full war gear, it was obvious even in her current dress that she was ever ready for a fight. She had chosen her scalemail halter (http://img2.etsystatic.com/000/0/6126901/il_fullxfull.317971594.jpg) with matching bracers (http://www.geekalerts.com/u/Scalemail-Knitted-Dragonhide-Red-and-Black-Armor-Bracers.jpg). The skirt (http://www4.images.coolspotters.com/photos/647263/givenchy-spring-2011-rtw-zipped-sheer-skirt-profile.jpg) was long and sheer, allowing the site of her lace undergarment (http://www.comparestoreprices.co.uk/images/se/sensualle-black-lace-boyshort-by-sensualle.jpg) as well as her thigh high boots (http://www.discountwomensdressshoes.com/images/Europe-55H-Black-Womens-Designer.jpg) to be quite obvious. Her auburn tresses were done in a thick plait that fell over a smooth, strong shoulder. Even as Kaniene was getting whispers, so was the Queen of Aserit as well. She could care less what these people thought. For upon her back sat her sword (http://nerdtrek.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/War-Blade.jpg) and she would gladly let it sing free. Tilting her head slightly in Kaniene's direction, yet keeping her gaze straight ahead, she would murmur low. <strong> “ I am not surprised in the least. The monarchs of this city make sure they have the finest while their people pay for their debauchery. Have you not read up on Queen Amelia as I said to? No matter. Soon enough you will see for yourself.”</strong> At the mention of drawing their blades Essaline would laugh, low and delighted. <strong> “ Ah my darling daughter. We can only hope it won't take long hhmm?”</strong> Throwing her head back she would laugh out loud this time, the timbre a silken purr as she glanced back behind her at the carriage that followed. Within sat her husband and other daughter. Her gaze raked about more, searching for her sons, yet she could not see them at the moment. Shaking her head, settling in to finish this loathsome journey, knowing that Reynard and Auron would make their presence known when they were truly needed.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Love And Submission</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 22:36:22</strong>
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				<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; Talking to&nbsp; Symeon the Rebel Peasent (NPC)&nbsp; ,&nbsp; Walking through thecity<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Symeon (NPC) ,&nbsp; Symeon's Group , Anyone<br><br>Reynard's appearance in the Theiri city was unusual. As opposed to the usual extravagant entrance he would make at such an occasion , he came to the city under the cover of night. The reason was because he had personal business to attended to which is why the Heir To The Throne found himself in dimly lit room in the house of a Theiri peasant. As unlikely as the situation seemed , there was a sold reason behind which was burred in the man"s conversation." What are you saying , Reynard? Symeon the peasant questioned with an uneasy look on his face , handful of his most trusted allies beside him standing across from Reynard's guards <strong>"That you are right! Look at me , here now. In the city of Theiri , in the house of a peasant! Do you see your queen here? No. How about your king? No. Only I. I've heard what you've said to the people of this city and I agree. This <em>war</em> is a ruse for the Nobles Of The Theiri to raise your taxes and keep the money for their own personal gain! Here I sit , Perhaps your people's allegedly most hated enemy and why do I sit here? In your home among your people? Because your kingdom asked me to! I ask , what kind of war is that?</strong> Reynard asked with charming smile as he felt the mood in the room change from one of anger and hate to welcoming admiration. "A war for fools."Symeon responded reluctantly. He found These arguments correct but knew that the Heir was still a treacherous accomplice.<br><br><br><strong>" We are not enemies , Symeon. We are cut from the same cloth. Don't believe me? Let me ask you and your men , how many of you have been inside the Theiri kingdom?"</strong> Reynard paused for a moment and looked around. For the most part the group seemed friendly though there were a few who appeared vehemently opposed to his presence.<br><br><strong>" I take it you have remained silent because the answer is none. Well , You know what? They've welcomed me to their kingdom. What kind of leadership is that? While you , their own citizen's , sit here with your bellies empty after a long day's work , they prepare a feast for my family who are supposed to be their most hated enemies! Hogwash!The truth is that they've conned you. They've conned you into hating us so they can get away with their own unfair practices and actions. They work you to the bone , pay you little and then tell you it's my family's fault. I hold no ill will against you! I sit amongst you as the Heir to the Aserit kingdom but where does your heir sit? Upon his horse like some kind of knight. Why is he not here? Why has he not spoken to you the way I have? Because he looks down upon you. They all do. It is not my family that you need to be at war with , it is your own king and queen!"</strong> Reynard campaigned to a slight applause as he stood up from the cheaply constructed wood table at which he sat. He pulled a small sack of gold and placed it on the table <strong>"Now go and have a feast with my wealth but know that when I am struck down by your king and queen it is not to protect you but to protect their own greed and arrogance!"</strong> Reynard grumbled before storming out of Symeon's home.<br><br><br><br>It was a few steps later that one of his men spoke to him. "What was that?!" He asked with a surprised tone as he flanked the arrogant heir. <strong>"Simple , my dear friend. Saw the legs off a table and it'll come crashing down , pretty plates and all."</strong> Reynard answered cryptically without a hitch in his step as he strolled through the Theiri city. He would arrive at the Theiri castle whenever he felt like it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelicBlade</strong> on <strong>13-08-2012, 14:08:24</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> Entering Theiri<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Kaniene, Essaline, anyone else.<hr><br>Auron sighed mildly, he understood why these peace talks were needed, and he understood why maybe some peace would be good for both countries. What he didn't understand was why the peace talks had to be held in the center of the enemies' power, in the damned capitol, right were the enemy has the best fortifications, and the best trained soldiers. This whole trip was seeming look more and more like a trap than anything else.<br><br>As the journey dragged on Auron began to notice how badly the people in Theiri have had it, some seemed to be starving, some sick, and some turning to thievery just to scrape by, the whole scene mad Auron's heart ache for them, they may have been the enemies people, but no one deserves to live like this, Auron never outwardly showed his concern for the people, his expression the same as always, he preferred it this way no one could read him, and it helped to intimidate people. He sighed boredly as he walked, he glanced at his sister and mother, riding on their mighty war horses, Kaniene seemed to be troubled, he'd seen her toss and turn in her sleep, and once he heard a very faint whimper from her. He knew exactly what was plaguing her dreams. For they plagued his as well.<br><br>He jogged up to his sister and mother, glancing back at the carriage once to see how it was holding up. Of course nothing had changed about it, though, it looked mighty uncomfortable to ride in, the way it creaked and bounced with every bump in the road. Auron was glad he was walking, the fresh air was nice, and the movement helped keep him physically fit and he hated riding those damned horses, it was so uncomfortable. He looked up at his mother and Sister, but he remained quiet, he had nothing to really say, so he didn't say anything.<br><br>As they came upon the entrance the to the city Auron was slightly surprised to see how ill defended it was, a ploy most likely, he instinctively moved his hand to the hilt of his blade, Sereg'Dagnir (http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb57088/inheritance/images/d/dc/Zar'roc_.jpg), the name was in an ancient language that was long forgotten, as was the meaning of the sword's name. His memories flashed back to the moment he got Sereg'Dagnir, his first master gave it to him, it was the master's weapon and it was his gift for the honor of training such a wonderful student, or so the master said. He looked around at the people and&nbsp; sighed a moment.<br><br>A young girl bumped into Auron as he walked with his family, Auron immediately grabbed the girls arm and took his coin purse back from her before opening it and handing her a few golden coins from it and ruffling her hair. He jogged up back to his family after the little exchange, his face never changing once. He looked down at his self a moment, the outfit he was wearing was almost like every other outfit he had, just different colored and had the royal crest on the chest. It was a tight black sleeveless shirt with the royal seal in a crimson color sitting boldly in the mid of it, his pants were also somewhat tight with a a large black leather belt wrapped tightly around his waist. A black scarf with crimson trim wrapped loosely around his shoulders and neck dangling down his back, the last part of his attire were two gloves, black like the rest of his outfit, the fingers missing and they came about halfway to his elbow, And of course the thing that never left his side, Sereg'Dagnir, dangling from his hip, the end of it's stealth bobbing side to side as he walked. <br><br>He examined his mother and sister a moment, his sister wearing her battle armor, like he thought, and preferred, her in a dress was a scary thought indeed. His mother however, wore something a little more formal, if you'd want to call it that. Auron thought it was a bit too revealing but shrugged the thought away. After all she was a grown woman, and could take care of herself. A sudden detail hit Auron as he walked silently. Reynard, wasn't with the caravan. "Where did that fool run off to. . ? Auron muttered quietly to himself before turning his attention back to the road before him. He walked over to his sister and looked up at her, he tapped her arm slightly, that was always his way to get her attention when he didn't feel like making it known to people. <br><br>"Are you having nightmares dear sister?" He whispers lowly at her, his voice void of emotion, as it always was in public. "I've seen the way you toss and turn at night, and don't feel ashamed, I have them as well, almost every night. And I'm sure this trip isn't helping, is it? He kept his voice low so only she could hear him, he seemed to have perfected this act through year of doing it. And the fact he didn't want to make her seem weak around everyone else, though Auron personally saw the nightmares as a sing of being human, not a blood thirsty monster every seemed to see when they looked at Kaniene.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>13-08-2012, 18:22:28</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong>Orianthi<br><strong>Role:</strong> Princess of Aserit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entering Theiri<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Her father in the carriage, and her family riding in<hr><br>Orianthi sat beside her father, gazing out the window at the citizens of Theiri as they rode in. The journey had been long and she was eager to stretch her legs and see the city. She did so love to explore new cities, her penchant for shopping was hard to miss. But as her gaze took in the people of Theiri she felt her heart grow a little heavy. They too were suffering, and this war was a large part of it. She brought her gaze over to her father, looking worn and in need of rest. She wanted these peace talks as much as he, even though her beloved siblings and mother seemed to be slightly more eager to cross swords than trade words. It did pain her a little to see this but it was to be expected. She was always so impressed by her brothers and her sister and their prowess for the battlefield. She herself was far happier in fine gowns and gems waltzing and doing battle in throne rooms. <br><br>She sighed a little, and smiled when her father spoke. She wanted to lift his spirits a little. "Theiri does seem to be a beautiful place. I am certain if the rumors are true that I will grow to love this place." she said softly, her tone full of respect and admiration for her father. She too had heard rumors that she was to marry a Theirian prince. She'd always been prepared for such a sacrifice even though she knew it might be a little difficult. But she would do anything to serve her people and her family. It was part of the duties of being a princess. She had to honor her responsibilities just as her father and mother had to honor theirs as rulers of a kingdom. "That is.....if that is what father wishes for the peace talks. You know I will do whatever I can to help ease the fires between our lands and be of service." she nodded, reaching over and putting a hand over her fathers. She'd always a knack for soothing his troubled spirit, though she knew her mother was far better at such a thing than she.<br><br>His gaze returned to the outside a moment, and she bit her lip, a hand going to the fine gem he'd allowed her to wear from their treasury. Her other hand was on the fine box with a gift to help in the peace talks. She could read her father well, it was most likely meant for Queen Amelia. She couldn't help but smile a little, she knew she was quite easily won over with a fine ornament as well. But she knew Amelia was like her, smart, able to bob and weave through a crowd. She was a woman to be watched and respected, but never underestimated. "I am certain she will be pleased with the gift, Father. And I am certain that peace talks will go well if we all keep a cool temper. I worry about Reynard and Kainene, but I am certain they will find a way to keep themselves calm."<br><br>Her gown was quite gorgeous, in Aserit's regal colors. It was also made to be enticing, a low cut bodice and high-rising slits to show hints of her legs and other...assets. She did not make herself to look a harlot however, her gown was still regal and befitting a princess. It was merely something made to ensure that rather than reaching for a blade to strike a foe, the men instead would reach for her hand. She drew her hand back from her father's only after getting some small hint of a smile, and began to wonder of something else as her eyes went out the carriage window. She felt a stir of excitement that could not be read on her face. <em>Nadir....</em>, she thought, allowing a small smile to cross her lips before it faded lest it be seen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelicBlade</strong> on <strong>13-08-2012, 23:34:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/Game%20Misk/My-fave-bishies-again-anime-guys-7720401-453-640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zyineth<br><strong>Role:</strong> Noble of Theiri, Fire Dancer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Zyineth's Home, then the city.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Emma, Sariah, anyone else.<hr><br>Zyineth rubbed his eyes tiredly as he placed the ink quill down, he had just finished a letter to Erin, he sighed and aired the paper off before rolling it up and tying a ribbon around it. He dripped hot wax on his dragon seal and pressed it against the ribbon, signifying the letter was from him. After all that was finished Zyineth stood and rubbed his bloodshot eyes once more. He'd been up all night because of his noble duties. He was stuck doing paperwork all night after his performance.<br><br>He tiredly walked over to his wardrobe and slide the noble clothing he wore off and slipped into his puffy performing pants, they were white and the legs were puffed out, a bright red dragon symbol on the left legging, towards his waist. He pulled his soft white leather boots on and tied them quickly, but loosely, he'd be taking them off sooner or later. And the last piece of clothing her slid on was a white vest with a hood. There on the back of the vest was a large bright red dragon, covering the entire back. He left the vest hang open freely showing off his well toned chest and stomach, as well as some of the dragon he had tattooed to his chest.<br><br>Zyineth forced a smile on his face as he left his room tucking the letter in a pocket lining the inside of his vest. He waved to the servants as he passed them, one stopped him and gave him a concerned look. "M'lord, you should rest. You look like you're ready to collapse! Zyineth smiled at the young maid and laughed tiredly. "I look that bad, eh? I suppose I should, but, hell I don't have time for napping, I'll tell ya what though, if you could make me some tea, I'll sleep as soon as I get home." Sariah bowed her head knowing arguing with his was useless, he was stubborn, but he tended to keep his promises. "Right away, Master Zyineth" She quickly left towards the kitchen to fetch Zyineth some tea.<br><br>Zyineth sighed slightly, Sariah was always so concerned for him, she was a good friend though. He yawned and walked into the main room before taking a seat in one of the large chairs his parents enjoyed so much. Little to his knowledge Zyineth slipped into a light sleep while sitting, Sariah awoke him to give him his tea even though she'd wanted him to sleep she knew he was very busy. Zyineth gave his thanks to Sariah before quickly drank the tea. A new energy flowed into him, just enough he needed to make it through the day without crashing.<br><br>He placed the cup on a small table by the kitchen and hurried out the door. It was going to be an extremely busy day he thought. As he walked he suddenly remembered a part missing from his outfit, he dug through his pockets before finding two slim chains, he smiled as he pulled them out, and gave them a slight kiss before wrapping them around his arms, from his shoulders down to palm. He did this to each arm and stretched slightly. He waved hello to a few people who called out to him, calling him the Dragon, as more and more people called him dragon he seemed to get more lively and more energetic. Sometimes he swore the crowds gave him energy. As he continued his walk he looked over tot he castle. Zyineth could make out a slight figure in the window of the throne room but couldn't tell who it was. Shrugging he continued his walk, just enjoying the peacefulness of the markets and the smell of fruit filled his nostrils. <br><br>His stomach growled a moment, and he bought an apple before continuing his walk. He spotted an actor leaning against the wall, the bright color of his clothing stood out in the crowd. He made his way towards the person and waved at him as he approached the man. Zyineth stopped reaching the person. and examined them a moment before smirking inwardly. "Greetings fellow entertainer, May I know what act you'll be performing this fine day? A large grin stretched across his face and he yawned again, rubbing one of his eyes. "Damn it. . . ." He mutter lowly to himself. He sighed and stopped rubbing his eye. He let see how tired he really was a&nbsp; moment before putting his smile back on and looking all lively like he does when around the people.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 02:28:53</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>&nbsp; Traveling through the slum area<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Essaline, Auron, open <hr><br>The smile on her mother face gave a small measure of comfort in a foreign land. A hint of admiration appeared in her eyes upon noticing her mother’s choice of attire for the first meeting. Only Essaline could wear something so beautiful and feminine while maintaining her ability to fight multiple enemies at once. Yet, Kaniene would never wear such armor. Despite her wildness and unpredictability in warfare, she was fairly conservative with other actions. She did not like drawing unnecessary attention to herself. A deadly foe could slip in and out a crowded area without anyone taking note. Hazel eyes looked over their surroundings with nothing short of analyzation. It was an habit of hers to look for weaknesses even though they were supposed to be…delicate with the enemy on this day. <br><br>Even though her lips did not smile, her eyes danced with laughter at her mother’s statement on the monarchs. <strong>“Debauchery.”</strong> The word fell from her lips with clear apprehension. There were rumors about what actually happened within the city, but it was difficult to separate fact from fiction. The only royal member she had ever laid eyes on was the prince. He was an oddball and a worthless piece of scum even if he could hold his own on the field. Probably dropped or hit on the head too many times in his youth. Her mother spoke too quickly for her to respond to the comment on Queen Amelia. There was little information available on the woman other than her love for beauty along with other frivolous items. Her hand remained on her weapon while the other reached up to touch the tuft of hair pinned near her waist. Even after all the time since hair was separated from scalp, it was still fairly soft to the touch. When her mother agreed to the hopes of the peace talks not working, Kaniene smiled with pure glee and excitement. The adrenaline rush during a fight was an addictive pleasure, and nothing else provided the same feeling. <br><br><strong>“Fighting sounds more exhilarating than talking at a round table.”</strong> Hooper pranced around anxiously since he liked to gallop at full speed rather than walk at a snail’s pace. Yet, they could not go too fast for fear of a carriage loaded with her dresses. Apparently, she needed a selection rather than a planned dress for each day. It was with luck that the wheels and horses did not collapse during the journey. Other than carriages with material needs, there was a small company of Aserit servants and soldiers even though the main bulk within the kingdom had been left behind. <br><br>Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her brother approaching from the rear. His emotionless face did not surprise her. She envied the skill to appear perfectly calm in all types of situations since her emotions often danced in her eyes. Kaniene growled lowly when the girl bumped him. Fingers tightened on her blade. The little girl was either brave or foolish to attempt thievery with a fierce opponent. Even more surprising was Auron's reaction to the little bitch. Her hands tightened at the reins and clenched her teeth together to suppress the urge to hop down from Hooper to retrieve the coins. <em>No violence.</em> The reminder echoed in her mind though it did not stop rage. When her brother came over next to her, Kaniene's eyes narrowed at him. <strong>"When a dog shits in the floor, you do not reward it with a bone."</strong> The child was the enemy. Who knew what type of threat she could become in the future against the Aserit? A spy. An assasin. The possibilities were endless. It was the reason why Kaniene believed in sparing no one. <br><br>Her temper managed to calm down due to shock when he asked about nightmares. The skin on her knuckles turned white. <strong>"It is of no importance,"</strong> she whispered back to him. Kaniene became increasingly uncomfortable with the subject at hand when he easily pinpointed why she did wish to discuss it. <strong>"I will not rest well until we are out of this city."</strong> Then an unfamiliar scent wafted under her nose, causing her to sneeze. <strong>"Do you smell that?"</strong> The question was posed to both Auron and Essaline. It smelled flowery. Just ahead, the scenery appeared to be changing from completely underprivileged to something magnificent. The rumors of Theiri city were true. Even still, she knew better than anyone that beauty usual hid danger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 02:42:03</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/40/EmmaCrownResized.jpg)<br>Name: Emma, disguised as a male actor.<br>Location: Leaning against a wall in the city.<br>Tagged: Zy and Anyone.<br><br>Emma shuffled from foot to foot, keeping feeling in her feet as she worried that maybe she had missed her friend or that he might be hard to find. Still, she figured if she waited here long enough he would appear, or at least she hoped he would since she was standing near one of the entrances to the castle and this was the way the nobles usually entered. Plus it would be easy for someone to pick her out of the crowd due to the bright clothing she was wearing and Zy has seen her dressed like this before.<br><br>Looking back and forth at the Theirian that walked by her, Emma listened to their talk about the Aserit that were arriving, how the citizens felt about the peace talks, and other gossip that caught her ears and interest. She saw Zy heading towards her finally and she breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't missed him after all! She grinned back at him as he smirked once he realized who was waiting for him.<br><br><strong>"Greetings,"</strong> Emma answered. At least she had stopped calling him Lord Zyineth but it had taken her awhile to break herself from doing that since it's been drilled into her that she was supposed to always use proper titles even when in private. <strong>"I was thinking that I'd perform some handstands, maybe some juggling, rolls, handsprings, and somersaults,"</strong> she answered as she saw how tired he looked. <strong>"Would you be willing to do some knife throwing with me before we'd have to sit down and join the royal family, nobles, and the Aserit royals and nobles for the feast?"</strong><br><br>Even while she stood near Zy in discussion, Emma kept watch on who was around them and she listened to the same talk she listened to when she was alone. At least the tone and words of many of those that were nearby didn't sound to angry, or at least not any angrier than normal. The things that the Aserit were doing to the Theirian caravans had caused some resentment.<br><br><strong>"Did you plan on doing any entertaining for our visitors? Are you alright, Zyineth? You don't look like you slept much."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 03:45:09</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; City Streets<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Aserits<br><br>The Knight Commander believed that the people from the Kingdom of Aserit did two things very well:&nbsp; they fought bravely and they died well.&nbsp; He feverishly wondered whether they would demonstrate their best qualities today as he raced forth across the byways and highways of beautiful Thieri, alongside his trusted friends.&nbsp; One expects to encounter treachery amidst vipers, but so soon?<br><br>&nbsp;"What shall you do when you see them, m'lord?" Sir Ralph asked hoarsely over the gallop of his horse.<br><br>&nbsp;"I do not know," the Knight Commander said.<br><br>&nbsp;"But surely you must say something!" Sir Ralph retorted.<br><br>&nbsp;"I have never addressed them before," the Knight Commander said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"And besides!&nbsp; Am I to address them and then chide them?&nbsp; That makes no sense."<br><br>&nbsp;"Perhaps you should tell them that under no uncertain terms their taking this route demonstrates that they are unwill -- no, I lost my train of thought!"<br><br>Though Prince Kale was furious, he couldn't help but laugh at Sir Ralph.<br><br>"What you should do," Sir Pontius said in his slow manner of speaking, &nbsp;"is tell them that this was unexpected, and that you apologize for not having accompanied them into the city."<br><br>&nbsp;"How sensible!" cried Sir Ralph.<br><br>&nbsp;"Quite sensible indeed," said Kale a little incredulously.&nbsp; &nbsp;"When did you become so sensible, Sir Pontius?"<br><br>&nbsp;"I was reflecting upon my life as I was watching the games," Sir Pontius remarked absently.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I think I see their caravan now."<br><br>Indeed, the Knight Commander could see the caravan, too.&nbsp; And he could just make out the dark skin of Kariani.&nbsp; He could feel his heart palpitate for an instant.&nbsp; He was not particularly afraid of her.&nbsp; In fact, the Knight Commander wasn't particularly afraid of anything.&nbsp; He was rather blase about dying.&nbsp; But there was something remarkable about her that the Knight Commander couldn't particularly describe.&nbsp; He really didn't want to describe it.&nbsp; It sickened him, really.&nbsp; But to be truthful, and the Lord knows that the Knight Commander always tried to be truthful, he found Kariani to be glorious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sesshomaruartist</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 03:56:06</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 nodded slowly as his daughter genuinely offered herself as a means to bring peace to the kingdom. His gaze fell to her hand for a moment a small shiver rose up through his bones awakening them. But he paid little heed to such feelings instead he was more concerned about Orianthi. “Do not worry, you will not have to make such a sacrifice, if anyone is about to do so, it shall be me.” He added. He was the one responsible for arranging these talks and so he had no desire to send not just Orianthi but none of his children even Reynard just to appease his need for peace.<br><br>His eyes widened when he heard her refer to the gift, he had not mentioned that it was for the queen. But he tried his best to seem and act neutral. “It’s for the Thieri family no one in particular.” He quickly added. His daughter had a knack for figuring things out about him, some times more so than his wife. This was a blessing and a curse as well, especially when he had to do something which was for the good of the country, but defied his own beliefs. <br><br>He placed his own hand on top of hers. “You do not have to worry, everything will be alright.” He said, the gentle smile returning to his lips as his eyes for a moment ran over her dress. Which was very seductive indeed, he wondered where her fashion sense came from. He had to tear his eyes away from her, since the more he looked, he found himself with a brimming desire to gaze lower. He lightly pulled his hands away from his daughters, pretending to straighten his vest. “I do not want you anywhere outside the castle.” He said, thinking at least inside the castle she would be protected. He had no desire to get into a quarrel in regards to what little she wore to cover herself. “I hear that there is another princess around your age here, perhaps you both can spend some time together.” He suggested, not really trusting any man around his daughter, except for his sons. He knew there would come a point when he would have to let her roam freely, but till than he intended to protect her in his own way.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 21:27:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://odstatic.com/todoseries.com/marcus-glaber.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Laverius Dulaine<br><strong>Role:</strong> Royal Armorer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Alongside Queen Essaline.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Essaline<br><br>The city was in sight, the rather impressive silhouette of Theiri castle in the distance.&nbsp; "We've arrived!"&nbsp; The announcement failed to elicit any cheers or smiles.<br><br>"About time we got there" said one of the guards, and Laverius had to agree.&nbsp; The ride had felt like a long one.&nbsp; Suspicions of ambushes had been voiced from the beginning of the trip, which had begun days before the royal family had set out.&nbsp; As planned, the royal family had caught up and, in fact, passed them, not weighed down by carts full of gifts, supplies, equipment, and men on foot.&nbsp; It had begun cheerily enough.&nbsp; After all, no one expected an ambush would take place before the royal family left the safety of Aserit's borders.&nbsp; Even once outside Aserit, the idea of ambush seemed follish.&nbsp; After all, if the caravan were attacked, the royals would see the attack ahead of them and retreat.&nbsp; As soon as they'd come even, though, the mood had become decidely grim.&nbsp; Even as prime spots for ambushes had been passed, Laverius had heard cautions that it meant nothing, that the only reason they hadn't been attacked was that break downs had put them too far behind schedule. <br><br>Even now, with the city of Theiri before them, the rumbles continued.&nbsp; "We're well within their borders now.&nbsp; They could have sent half an army behind us to cut us off from Aserit, and we wouldn't even know," said one of the footmen guarding the supplies.&nbsp; "Yeah?&nbsp; Well, that happens, I say we all head straight to the pleasure house up ahead and raid us some Theiri whores.&nbsp; They're softer here" came the response from another. <br><br>"Well, look on the bright side.&nbsp; If they have sent half their army away, then we could sack the castle and just wait out our own army's arrival in luxury."&nbsp; A few cheers erupted from that.&nbsp; "Given that we'll already be in the castle it shouldn't be too hard.&nbsp; They have to be either desperate for peace or outright fools to let so many armed Aserit into their own castle.&nbsp; Or maybe they are just being very patient on that ambush."&nbsp; He turned to one of the guards. <br><br>"I'm going to ride ahead and let them know we've arrived."&nbsp; Breaking his horse into a gallop, Laverius quickly made up the significant ground between the royal family and the small army of guards, porters, lesser handwomen, and knights, galloping through the city.&nbsp; Soon he caught up to Queen Essaline, riding proudly rather than sitting in a carriage.&nbsp; Laverius slowed to a trot and sat up straight as he brought his mount alongside the queen's.&nbsp; "My queen, the rest of the Aserit delegation have arrived as well, and are less than a mile from the gates."&nbsp; He left off that he knew this was later than intended, as carts had broken several times over, and many stops had been made to verify ambush spots were unclaimed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 21:51:52</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong>Orianthi<br><strong>Role:</strong> Princess of Aserit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entering Theiri<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Her father in the carriage, and her family riding in<hr><br>She saw his smile and heard his words, she knew he did not wish to send any of his children into the lion's den for his agenda. But she was a princess, and as such she still expected that marriage would be something put on the table even if not pursued. Marriages cemented alliances whether anyone truly wanted them or not, and they sorely needed to discuss peace over war. War would do little for either side despite Aserit's great skill and love for it. "Father you should not have to do such a thing alone. I am happy to do what I can for our homeland. There is little I love over my beloved family and my kingdom. I will do whatever it is within my power to help you and mother." she said, her tone strong and proud. Truly she was a fine example of an Aserit woman, bold and opinionated, willing to give her life for her country if it came down to such an act.<br><br>She chuckled when he seemed surprised that she'd read his gift for what it was. "Father should you be so surprised? I've found it is very necessary to be aware of all goings on, and I'll not share this secret with anyone. If my own father cannot trust me then I am unworthy of anything." she said, smiling to reassure him. She could read her own father better than most, sometimes over her own dear mother. She was rightly proud of such a thing, but she would never betray him. His intention were his own and she only wanted to create a peaceful scenario to help encourage peace talks rather than dissuade her. There was little advantage in upsetting her father's plans when his plans were only in the best interests for Aserit.<br><br>She smiled again as his hand clasped her own, his fatherly words telling her as he'd done many a time at her bedside as a child if she fretted that things would be well. "I know they will be father, I am not concerned. But I shall keep my ears to the ground and should I learn anything I shall inform you at once." she nodded, catching his slight once-over of her gown. She did blush a little at that. If she could rile her own father with her gown, she knew she'd made an excellent choice. How a woman dressed could influence many things, and who would wish to cause violence in front of a well-dressed, attractive woman? At his next words, Orianthi couldn't help but frown a little. "Father....I do love to explore cities. Would it not be in our best interests for me to explore and see all there is to see? Perhaps Auron could come with me if you wish me to be escorted by family, or if the Theirian princess wishes to come with me we could go under guard if you are so worried." she said, doing her best to persuade her loving father to at least let her explore <em>some</em> of the city. She almost thought to recommend Reynard, but the last thing she wanted to do now was have another argument with him. He thought her willingness to marry for peace foolish, and she thought him foolish for wanting to go straight to war. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelicBlade</strong> on <strong>16-08-2012, 08:29:40</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> Exiting the slum, entering the actual city.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Kaniene, Essaline, Laverius, Anyone.<hr><br>Auron sighed inwardly, his sister didn't seem to understand that the people around them were only like this because of the war they had been in, though it mattered little he supposed. He shared his sister's unrest as well, he could feel he was going to be tense the entire stay in Theiri. If he let his guard down for even a moment it could be disastrous. As he walked next to his sister a sudden potent smell hit him, it almost made him gag at first. "I think that smell is perfume, cologne, and fruit, dear sister. It is a very interesting smell that is for sure. . ." &nbsp;He sighs slightly as they walked. He was going to loathe every minute of his time in this wretched city, and he'd have to keep a close eye on his family. There were to many unknowns for Auron's liking, why must there be here? Why in the heart of Theiri, was his father this damned foolish to think the enemy wouldn't kill them? They had the number advantage, the troop advantage, and the damned defensive advantage, this whole thing was nightmarish in Auron's eyes.<br><br>He closed his eyes and sighed a moment, just taking in the city really, the noises, the people, the putrid smell, and the strange sights. Everything about this city seemed so different than what they'd just witnessed, and how different the people were to Aserit was so strange, how could people living so close be so different than one another? Auron pushed his thoughts aside and looked forward at the path ahead, he had the feeling something bad was bound to happen but tried to ignore it, the fact they hadn't run into any soldiers had him battle ready, his hand tightly around his sword and the it was drawn a bit for easier and quicker, his eyes constantly scanning the crowds for any signs of threat. He glanced back at the carriage his father and other sister were in. seeing nothing out of the ordinary on or around it he looked up at his sister. "This is giving me a bad feeling Kaniene, I haven't seen a single guard or soldier since we entered this city of 'Beauty' as some have called it. . ." <br><br>Hearing the gallop of horse hooves he quickly looked around until he spotted the 'royal smithy'. He never really like the smith, there was just something about him that rubbed him the wrong way. He eyed the man, he could see he was saying something but couldn't tell what it was, he supposed if it was really important, Essaline would tell them. He shrugged again and looked around before looking up at his sister. "I hope we can get a drink after the 'royal welcome'. . . He one more kept his voice lowered but loud enough for her to hear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sesshomaruartist</strong> on <strong>16-08-2012, 11:33:21</strong>
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				<br><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> Very close to the gates<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> With his daughter, Orianthi.<br><br>Valius had been listening with interest to what his daughter had to say but when she started to hint her desire to take a good look around the city, he found his mood slowly turn from joyful to grim. “I have no problem with you exploring as long as someone dependable is with you. As much as it pains me to say, there are many here whom would take joy in slitting your throat, the same with your mother, brothers, sister or me. This is why it is important to stick together.” He pointed out, letting her know of some of his justifiable worries. They were far from home after all and their soldiers outnumbered his in double to triple figures.<br><br>His fingertips caressed along the handle of his jewel crested blade, it was a heirloom passed from one king down to his heir. His father had given it to him and he knew at some point, he would have to relinquish his hold on it. Reynard wasn’t his favorable option, at the same time it was his only option. There was also the matter of finding someone to wed with Reynard, Valius hoped once his eldest son did settle down he would have given up his extreme and selfish views. Then there was the matter to deal with, his daughter and other son. He knew which role his daughter would play probably a general whom would always be in the front lines. While he had no idea what Auron would be doing further down the road, Valius knew his son had no desire to become king. They both needed to find partners as well, since Valius had a desire to see his grand children&nbsp; in this life time. <br><br>Out of all his children the only child, whom was the youngest and the one in his eyes never grew up was Orianthi. Little did she know was that, she was a kind of weakness. If anything had happened to her, he could only see red at the thought and with this trip the concern for her grew with every passing minute. He knew he could not tell his daughter no, so instead he had allowed her to go with a suitable to accompany her with. “I am sorry my darling daughter, I wish I could allow you the freedom you want, but this is the price we for being royalty. We are here to negotiate peace, but we must never forget we are in the presence of enemies.” He said,&nbsp; leaning over, he brushed his lips lightly on the top of her head. “I am sure we will be arriving at our destination soon, hopefully no one will cause too much of a stir.” He added hinting towards his wife and daughter.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>16-08-2012, 13:57:18</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; City Streets<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Aserits<br><br>There were three knights now blocking the path to Castle Thieri.&nbsp; The first knight, Sir Ralph, was adorned in a steel plate armor that covered his large circumference.&nbsp; He wore a red cape, which matched his red face.&nbsp; He was gluttonous, and perhaps the worst physical example amongst Theirian Knights, but he was a dangerous man with his ranseur.&nbsp; He sat aboard a chestnut gelding, also armed in steel plate.&nbsp; He was not wielding a weapon, but he was imperiously halting the progress of the Aserit caravan with his gauntleted hand.<br><br>&nbsp;"Behold, the Prince of Thieri, the future king!" he bellowed hoarsely.&nbsp; &nbsp;"By his command, halt!"<br><br>Sir Pontius, the rider sitting opposite to Sir Ralph, cut an impressive figure aboard his black pinto.&nbsp; He wore a full plate of pewter color with a golden cape, and had a short blond set of hair, visible on account of the knight having dislodged his helmet from his head and holding it at his side.&nbsp; His face had been crushed, however, by the blow of a warhammer, and he had lived beyond the injury as a disfigured gentleman knight.&nbsp; Although his injury was unsightly, he was not conscious of it, nor ashamed of it, either.&nbsp; And though he said nothing, he was prepared to do battle, on account of his axe being alive in his grasp.&nbsp; He, too, enforced the order to halt the caravan.<br><br>The Knight Commander sat aboard the mighty roan, Typhoon, and his armor was embroidered in gold.&nbsp; His handsome face could not be seen, except for the black, narrowed slits of his eyes beyond the shadow of his helm's visor.&nbsp; This Knight radiated with the thirst for action.&nbsp; It was such that the creak of his gloves could send him into a murderous charge.&nbsp; His musculature was wound that tightly.<br><br>&nbsp;"Your majesties," he said.&nbsp; His voice wasn't hard or regal.&nbsp; &nbsp;"We wonder at your arriving through the rear of our city.&nbsp; We wonder at your treachery.&nbsp; But then I am reminded that my father's Kingdom is protected by a dense forest that your forces cannot make heads or tails of.&nbsp; And then I recall that the city of Aserit is flat and its people are poor.&nbsp; Not much of a city.&nbsp; I can understand why you would get lost.&nbsp; Allow me to escort you to the castle."
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelicBlade</strong> on <strong>19-08-2012, 11:33:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/Game%20Misk/My-fave-bishies-again-anime-guys-7720401-453-640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zyineth<br><strong>Role:</strong> Noble of Theiri<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outer Castle Walls with Emma, then the market area<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Emma, Samuel, Anyone else<br><hr><br>He smiled at her as she listed off all the things she planned to do for the royals, he pictured her in his mind doing all these things and grinned, "Well now, don't you plan quite the performance!" He laughed a little bit still grinning at her. His grin faded slightly as he saw the concerned look in her eyes but came back a bit when she asked him to juggle knives with her. "Still playing with knives, eh? Heheh, Yeah I'll juggle knives with you," He stopped and pondered a moment&nbsp; and grinned again shaking his head. "I swear I love dangerous things, Fire, Knives, and performing for nobles." He laughed mildly shaking his head at her mentioning of his bed rest.<br><br>"I'm fine, I just had a bit of paperwork to clear up last night, I had a nap and my tea, I'll be fine!" He smiled at her again before sighing slightly. "Oh, I had planned on it, after all not every day you get to perform for royals, especially two royal families." He once again put the grin he seemed to almost always have on his face. And then he suddenly remembered the letter in his vest he had wrote for Erin. And turned slightly but stopped and looked at Emma. "Hey, I gotta go take care of something, would you like to walk with me or do you have things to go plan out?"<br><br>He waited a small moment for her reply and set off towards the business district, he had to hurry, as he fast walked through the crowd he smiled at some people and waved to others has they called out to him, his energy once again seemed to swell when he was around all these people, he had a wide grin on his face as he walked. He stopped in front of a courier service and entered quietly, he went up to the counter and waved tot he man behind it, for he'd talked to him a good deal. "Hey Samuel, how are ya today?" Samuel waved at Zyineth and leaned on the counter and smiled. <strong>"Not bad, not bad, ya got somethin' for one of my runners?"</strong> He said with a sly smirk on his face. "Don't I always?" Zyineth chuckled as he retrieved the letter from the inner pocket of his vest and handed it to Samuel. <strong>"This for Miss Erin Oddlin?"</strong> Zyineth nodded and placed a small gold pouch on the counter.<br><br>Samuel eyed the pouch and smiled snatching it up. <strong>"This is a bit more than ya usually pay, you want us ta get there faster taday?</strong> Zyineth nodded several times before grinning again. "Yes indeed, I am in a bit of a hurry today, I have big things planned for my performance later!" Zyineth says waving back at Samuel as he leaves the shop. Samuel heads to the back room and hands one of the runners on standby the letter. <strong>"Get his to the Lady Fool, Erin Oddlin, as quick as you can, and Important client wants it to her quickly."</strong> The courier takes the letter and quickly heads out the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>19-08-2012, 20:16:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7ijzlvIdD1rbjskko1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Essaline<br><strong>Role:</strong> Aserit Queen<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the Theiri castle entrance<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Kaniene, Auron, Laverius, Kale<br><hr><hr> <br>Essaline was the epitome of calm elegance outwardly, while within she seethed. Her hand wrapped tighter around Bellator's reigns, her thighs locked to his heaving sides as he snorted and tossed his head. Her steed was noting a change, as did the Queen, causing her to become even more vigilant. <br><br>Auron soon enough came alongside she and Kaniene, ever somber, ever wrapped in his own darkness. Emerald eyes settled upon her young son, watching in silence as he conferred with his sister. Listening as Kaniene berated him for showing a kindness. Ah children.. they could be so tiring! Her eagle eyes remained sweeping the crowd about them that parted for their arrival, speaking in a firm yet kind tone to Kaniene and Auron. <strong> “ Your brother has the right of it Kaniene. You must learn to see all nuances of your surroundings. Kill those that deserve it with abandon and zeal, yet know that not all are needing the blade at their throat. Not all are born to war as you and I daughter. Unfortunately...”</strong>&nbsp; Here she would offer Kaniene a sly wink before continuing her words. <strong> “ Think to our own people. Though, unlike these poor wretches surrounding us now, our people suffer for the glory of Aserit, they still suffer none the less. Besides... children can be trained my dear..”</strong><br><br>Her own nose with wrinkle slightly as she too took in the different in scents on the air, even as her ears caught the sound of approaching hooves. From both behind, as well as before them. Those behind were nearer though, so over her shoulder she would glance just as Laverius rode up alongside her to report. Gazing into his eyes, she would simply stare upon him silently for a few lengthy moments before finally tilting her head to him. <strong> “ Good. I leave it to you to make sure the contingent are settled, and make sure they are prepared for anything. Send someone in search of Reynard, with the message to get himself to the castle immediately. You... I'll expect you to come to me when you have finished...”</strong> Leaving it at that her attention again moved ahead, still hearing the beating of hooves. She was very aware of the rumors that abounded about she and her armorer. Why she afforded what most saw to be a simple, albeit talented smith such heavy responsibilities. Only she knew this. <br><br>Soon enough the reason for the sound of heavy horse came to view, and she could not stop the modicum of respect that moved through her. Lifting a hand, her bracer glinting in the sun, she would make a fist to signal the caravan to halt. Expertly calming her war horse who strained at his bit, the Queens green eyes held those of Kale's, even as he glared out of his helm. His words echoed, and it would seem a heavy silence would fall all about them as his insults fell about. The wind would whistle softly through the streets, the sound of creaking leather and huffing horse heady, until her clean laughter filled the air about them. The smile that lit her face was divine, the gleam in her green eyes enticing, the wind teasing auburn tresses about smooth, strong shoulders.<br><br><strong> “ That was the rear of the city? And here I thought it was simply the scenic route Prince Kale. Treachery? You wound me good Sir! I merely wished to show my family the true reasons why this parley has been called. Your people need much help, and who better to give them that but Aserit? By all means, lead the way. My son and daughter find the smell rather offensive, and wish to wash it from the flesh.”</strong> This final jab was accompanied with a narrowing of almondesque eyes, a leering curl of lush lips, knowing that the Prince would think she spoke of the scent of the poor. So not the case.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>19-08-2012, 21:35:44</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/40/EmmaCrownResized.jpg)<br>Name: Emma, disguised as a male actor.<br>Location: Near the outer castle walls.<br>Tagged: Zy and Anyone.<br><br>Emma frowned a little as she caught the sound of increased gossip. News seems to be spreading and gossip was something about the Aserit coming early or from the wrong direction. She smiled back at Zy when he did since she was listening to him at the same time. <strong>"Aye, juggling knives is just one more way that I can cause some tongues to wag among the nobles and especially among my family.</strong>"<br><br>A light twinkle of amusement filled her eyes before she started to mimic the voices of her family. She started off with her mother and used one of the phrases that Emma constantly hears from her mother, which is, <strong>"Lady Emma, you are such a disappointment to me. I swear that I did not give birth to such a child that doesn't do what is proper.</strong>" Next her voice deepened again, matching her fathers as she said, <strong>"Such a strange child you are, a Lady of my family wanting to act like a Lord</strong>." And of course, she matched her elder sister, <strong>"Brat. You're such a brat and none of us care about you and we only tolerate you."</strong><br><br>Emma shook off her acting and melancholy, knowing that what she does for the Queen was important even if it had to be kept secret. She loved the Queen and Emma looked up the monarch since Emma thought of the Queen as a mother that Emma didn't have with her own mother or family. With another smile, she nodded at Zy even as she grew more concerned about what she continued to hear while they stood conversing.<br><br><strong>"You're not the only one that likes dangerous things,"</strong> Emma whispered, her voice lowering since she was thinking about some of the dangerous events she's found herself involved in. <strong>"Do you remember when we first moved onto using real blades instead of wooden lathes? I almost sliced my forearm from elbow to wrist because I thought I'd be brilliant and try to do a fancy move. I was such an idiot for doing that, especially since all I did was leave myself open to having my blade twisted back on me."</strong><br><strong><br>"I always look forward to watching you do your fire dancing, so I hope that might be something you'll perform."</strong> She took a few moment to think about his question and she looked along the road that lead towards the market, knowing that the safe house she used earlier was near that same part of town. She smiled a relaxed smile at Zy, <strong>"I could go with you if you don't mind."</strong><br><br>Emma fell into pace next to Zy, keeping up with his stride. She didn't say much to Zy as they walked since he seemed to be in a hurry and she was listening to the spread of news that radiated outward from the slums. Emma waited outside of the courier, giving Zy the privacy that she thought he needed for whatever he was going to do inside since she thought that his business was his and she didn't think she needed to know what he was doing inside or who he was sending messages to.<br><br>As she waited, she pulled out a few rounded pebbles and started to toss them from hand to hand, entertaining some of the crowd with distraction while she asked pointed questions about what she has been hearing for awhile now.&nbsp; It figures, the Aserit entourage had arrived early and as she heard, they were coming in from slums. She breathed a little easier though as she heard that Kale and his command had ridden to meet up with them. So far it sounded like neither side had attacked each other but what she was hearing could be wrong and it was probably gossip that was a few minutes late since it had to spread all the way from the slums.<br><br>Emma stuck her head into the doorway, looking at Zy. <strong>"I better return to the castle soon, it sounds like the Aserit are about to arrive there."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>19-08-2012, 23:56:22</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>&nbsp; Traveling through the slum area<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Essaline, Auron, Kale, NPC Theiri, (noticing Laverius)<hr><br>Her mother’s words of wisdom caused confusion to appear on her face since she thought the older woman would agree with her logic. Only respect caused her to not speak a rebuttal of disagreement. Now was not the time for discussion on who should be left alive or food for the wolves. The idea of turning children into weapons for the Aserit just seemed wrong. They would not have loyalty to the crown, land, or people unless captured when babes. Who was to take care of the wrenches until they were to be of use? Then there was the knowledge of their men being killed in order to further their territory. No men meant no children to refill the ranks. Her stomach lurched at the idea of being pregnant. She would leave such duties of pregnancy and child rearing to her older sister. <br><br>The monotone voice of her brother garnered her attention away from thoughts of wiping a baby's ass and breastfeeding. Thickly arched brows rose at her brother’s revelation about the origin of the smell. It was not exactly displeasing due to their sister being fond of such scents against her wrists and neck, but there was no such smell floating freely about within the streets of Aserit. Their land was one of hard, manual labor to tend the land unyielding land into fertility to feed the masses along with multiple places where fires burned hot to make weapons. Strenuous work produced the strong bodily smell of sweat and musk in the air. Not to mention scents from the animals. Kaniene would have been covered with evidence of a hard day's training if there was not the need for the trip. <br><br>Her eyes returned to Auron upon hearing his statement about the lack of guards and soldiers. She too noticed the lack of defenses. It seemed intentional in her mind. If it were not, they would have found the weak entry point long ago. <strong>"We will encounter guards soon enough. Even if, these lands do not appear to be prized or well-kept by the enemy.”</strong> Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a young woman of about fourteen or fifteen, who marred with burns all over her face. Her cold blue eyes stared with more boldness than those watching in the streets. Her mind raced over those encountered within her young years but all of them blended together into one indiscernible face. <br><br>The sound of hoof beats coming from the rear caused Kainene dismiss the man as she veered Hooper hastily around to see the face of whomever approached. Her expression softened from malicious intent to cool neutrality upon seeing the familiar face of Laverius. She intended to ask him a question until the approach of horses from the front beckoned her attention. Guards. Tilting her head to the side, Kaniene glanced at those within the greeting party, searching for weaknesses, until her eyes settled on the one in the middle of the party. Even before the proper introduction, she knew it was Prince Kale. Her nose curled upward with disgust. His words were pompous and predictable. With exaggerated slowness, one of her hands rose from her weapons to cover her lips before she yawned with clear boredom. Then, he managed to speak words that struck a nerve. She wanted to cut off his abhorrent tongue for speaking ill of her home. Fire danced wildly in her eyes as Hooper stomped his hoof, anxious for the thrill of battle. It was lucky her mother spoke in reply to the spoiled prince before her since it would have likely been a thousand obscenities. <br><br>Still, she could not resist an added word. She exhaled sharply and connected her eyes with his through the visor. <strong>"It is not our fault your defenses are so—."</strong> Words were silenced at the low whistle of something being hurled through the air. There was only enough time to withdraw her blade. It was not a weapon, which was blocked, but a rotten tomato that sliced cleanly through the sharp blade and splattered the top of her armor and chin with its remains. Her hand came up slowly to wipe away the slimy particles clinging to her chin. Withdrawing her sword, she turned to the culprit who mouthed the word murderer. Instead of appearing bothered with the title, she smiled without an ounce of shame in her deeds to secure her father's lands. <strong>"You have fifteen seconds to arm yourself. Do not think I will hesitate cut you down if you do not have one by then."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 02:18:28</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; City Streets<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Aserits<br><br>Sir Ralph and Sir Pontius were bewildered by Prince Kale's bold statement.&nbsp; It had first struck them as being uncharacteristic.&nbsp; The Prince was never sarcastic, and seldom laconic.&nbsp; In fact, the Prince had a reputation for being very serious, albeit liberal with what he found humorous.&nbsp; Secondly, to speak in such a way to the Queen of Aserit, that feared host from that nation beyond!&nbsp; Men had been cut down for much less, and yet here sat their stalwart leader, fearing little and hating so much.&nbsp; It was a true testament to Kale's hatred, really, to be so uncharacteristic to his nature (which was stoic and calm), but the two knights had some insight to that festering, unbridled passion towards the Aserit crown, for the two had campaigned with the Prince, and had seen how ravenous he was in the Charge.<br><br>But the Prince was not done.&nbsp; When the Queen laughed, the Prince laughed, too.&nbsp; In fact, his booming laugh echoed from his powerful lungs.<br><br>&nbsp;"Lads," he said slowly, in between laughs, &nbsp;"The Queen thinks that she can help these refugees."<br><br>&nbsp;"How noble!" said Sir Ralph.<br><br>&nbsp;"I -- " but herein, he witnessed the thrown tomato.&nbsp; He glanced into the crowd, but could not see the culprit.&nbsp; He had to do something for that poor individual, whom he presumed to be a man.&nbsp; No one stood a chance against the Princess.<br><br>&nbsp;"Well, Your Highness, now I must confess that your daughter and I have met in the battlefield," he said.&nbsp; His piercing almond eyes were sincere, and he could not remove his gaze from the Queen's even if he wished.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I do not have children, but it must be very disappointing to have such an accomplished child that is so proud.&nbsp; I marvel at her skill, but alas am saddened that such a splendid combatant should be so little and so stupid as to be incited by a peasant.&nbsp; A true pity for Aserit.&nbsp; Were your daughter a master of her fury, our besieged nation would truly know fear."<br><br>He then glanced at Auron, and made a gesture to him:<br><br>&nbsp;"Is this the heir to your crown, m'lady?" he asked.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I had heard that your heir was gangly and feminine, but this man is dangerous.&nbsp; You said he was your son, but I know very little about your line."
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 03:25:34</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> Outside Theiri castle<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Kale, Kaniene, Sir Ralph<br><hr><hr> <br><br><br><br><br><br>Locked in the gaze with Kale as she was, Essaline did not witness the thrown fruit. She only heard her daughters cut off words, superseded by the scent of rotten tomato, followed swiftly by the threat. She would <em>hhhssst</em> in her daughters direction, never breaking eye contact with the Heir of Theiri. <strong> “ Decorum, Kaniene. We do not waste good steel on pathetic, weak fools.”</strong><br><br>Her head would ease slightly to the side, the cool beauty of her visage gathering a look much like her son Auron took on. Calculating, no emotion, even as with but a slight squeeze of her sleek thighs she urged her steed closer to Kale and his Knights without an ounce of fear. Her tone would flow forth,&nbsp; silk upon cold steel, green eyes flashing beneath tawny strands shifting about her cheeks. <strong> “ You should know fear Kale. The Princesses fury has yet to be tempered with wisdom. Yet her Mother has already gained such..”</strong> She did not offer Kale his proper title, for in her mind, he did not deserve one. Leaning forward in the saddle, she would take on a rather lazy pose, her arms crossing over the pommel, breasts within her scalemail threatening in a most delightful way to spill free, lips pursing slightly. <strong> “ This happens to be my second son. And he is quite dangerous. Indeed, the Heir does like his finery. Much to my chagrin I assure you..”</strong> Her eyes would roll slightly, a hand flopping as if to say 'what can you do'. Breaking her gaze, she would study her nails in a bored manner, still leaning forward as Bellator shifted again, a few more steps that took her even closer to Sir Ralph. <strong> “ Yet do not think his foppish manners, or his impeccable taste in fashion means he is not dangerous. For danger can come at any moment Prince Kale, when one least expects it!”</strong><br><br>With a shout the Queen was moving, sitting up straight in her saddle, yanking Bellator even closer to Sir Ralph. At the same moment, with the added momentum of her horse she would effectively stand in the stirrups, releasing one booted foot to rise and smash with a heavy calculated force into the fat Knights chest. Swinging Bellator around in a full circle, she would bark a laugh, shouting to Kale as her horse bounced about, wanting his head desperately. <strong> “ You make my King wait Prince Kale! This is unacceptable for a parley that was called by YOUR King! Lead us now, or I swear I will force my way passed you!”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 19:16:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://odstatic.com/todoseries.com/marcus-glaber.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Laverius Dulaine<br><strong>Role:</strong> Royal Armorer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Alongside Queen Essaline.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Essaline<br><br>Laverius made a mental note of the lack of recognition from Auron.&nbsp; <em>Seems his opinion of me has not changed.</em>&nbsp; Auron had never, to Laverius' knowledge, spoken against him, there had always been a coldness that Laverius could not explain.&nbsp; After all, Auron was, like most Aserit, a warrior first, and Aserit warriors knew the value of well-crafted arms and armor.&nbsp; One would expect such a man to be among Laverius' most generous patrons.&nbsp; Unfortunately, he was not.&nbsp; One could argue instead that of the entire royal family, there were none who seemed so cold toward him as Auron.&nbsp; Even Reynard's casual dismissiveness seemed an improvement at times.&nbsp; Kaniene's eyes showed that she had seen him, though her body language conveyed nothing.&nbsp; From one such as Kaniene, however, a lack of reaction was as good as a warm welcome from most anyone else.&nbsp; He need not fear her wrath today.<br><br>Laverius waited patiently, quietly, as Queen Essaline looked at him, knowing not to break away from her gaze.&nbsp; He nodded obediently as he received his instructions, grateful that he would not be personally responsible for finding the wayward Reynard.&nbsp; "Of course, my Queen" he answered, bowing his head slightly.&nbsp; He did his best not to betray the curiosity he felt at the thought of what the queen wished to see him for afterward.&nbsp; As he made to turn his horse, he noted the appearance of three knights in full armor.&nbsp; He moved slowly, deliberately, as he turned his horse and backed out and away from the royal family, listening to Prince Kale.&nbsp; Finally, determining that his words were insulting but otherwise non-threatening, he galloped off in search of the contingent he'd arrived with, ready to let them know what type of greeting awaited them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelicBlade</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 22:27:19</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> With the rest of her family confronting the 'Heir of Theiri'<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Kaniene, Essaline,Kale, anyone.<hr><br>Auron stopped abruptly when he spotted the three riders, the fact that one had a weapon drawn made him tighten his grip on his sword and draw it a bit so it'd be easier to pull out if the need arose. He stared at the Heir with pure disgust in his eyes, soon enough a scowl appeared across his face but was hidden by his outfit, how dare this knight prince mock the Maxisus family. He narrowed his eyes as he watches the men, examining their features and to be honest he wasn't really impressed by what he saw. He sighed slightly staring blankly at the three men, he glared over at his mother as she remarked their smell.<br><br>He was still constantly scanning the crowds and looking at the three knights. Auron scowled as he watched the tomato fly threw the air and kit Kaniene. He moved towards the crowd slightly, and watched as all the crowd backed away from the hooded prince. He diverted his gaze back to the three knights and pulled the cloth from his face revealing his scowl. It was indeed rare for Auron to show emotion but it was obvious that he was mad. He took a few steps towards the prince and drew his blade pointing it at the heir and pulled the hood back from his head. There was the flame of hatred behinds his cold eyes. He looked pissed, and anyone that ever saw Auron could tell.<br><br>"How dare you insult my nation, you insult my people, and most importantly you insult my family and this is unacceptable. I am Prince Auron Maxisus of the Aserit Kingdom, if you have a shred of honor in your body 'Prince' then you will dual me on the marrow! Or forever be known as an honor less coward." He hissed quietly, though it was quiet the heir could hear him perfectly, Auron was hard to anger, but it was clear he was not amused at all by the heir's sarcasm.&nbsp; He continued to the point the sword at him. The look in his eyes showed how deadly serious he was. He wanted Kale dead and he wanted to kill him with his own sword. If the prince refused he was a coward with no honor if he accepted he hold onto his honor and fight like a real warrior. <br><br>He lowered the blade and stared into Kale's eyes as his mother knocked the fat knight to the ground and yelled at the heir. He had to refrain himself from killing the heir right then and there. His deadly gaze finally snapped from the prince as he looked at his mother. "My Queen, what are you orders?" His voice was still as emotionless as ever, but his eyes still showed hatred and it seemed to seethe from his flesh. His gaze goes back to the prince, the scowl still visible on his face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>20-08-2012, 23:00:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"></div>(http://elegantfashionclub.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/Exclusive-Photoshoot-Wedding-by-sadia-khan-5.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong>Orianthi<br><strong>Role:</strong> Princess of Aserit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entering Theiri<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Her father in the carriage, and her family riding in and about to enter the gates, Prince&nbsp; Kale, Queen Essaline, Kaniene<hr><br><br>Orianthi smiled at her father, even as she saw his expression grow concerned at her desire to explore the city further. She knew him well, and knew not to push too hard lest she be restricted to the castle entirely. "I've no qualms with a trusted attendant or family member to accompany my dear father." she cooed gently. "I am not foolish enough to think I can freely waltz about the city on my own accord. I wouldn't dream of wanting to cause any issues that would hinder the peace talks." she nodded, again reaching to put a hand to her father's to soothe his worry away. She with drew it only upon seeing a smile or an indication that his mood had improved, moving back to placing her hands delicately in her lap. She felt it necessary to learn of this land which could become her home if marriage is put upon the table. But with her mother, brother and sister so adamantly against a union like that, she had doubts. <br><br>She watched his fingers absent-mindedly stroke the blade of his sword, smiling softly. She knew it's history, and knew his concerns about stepping down and passing it on to the next ruler.&nbsp; Reynard, she knew, was not the first choice to be king. Even she had serious misgivings about his ability to rule a kingdom given his oft selfish ways and his wandering eye. At some point, both she and her sister and brothers would be expected to marry and bear children. She did look forward to being a mother indeed, knowing how happy her father would be to have a grandson or granddaughter to coddle and be affectionate towards as he was affectionate towards her. She hoped to marry to help her kingdom, but even she being as duty-bound to serve wanted to be loved. Is it not something every woman desires? She hoped that if she was betrothed to Kale that there would eventually be love, but deep inside of her in a place she tried to hide even from herself, she would allow herself to imagine marrying Nadir. She knew the union would be almost as staunchly opposed as a union to Kale. But it was something she entertained in her dreams at night from time to time..<br><br>It did not escape her that she often felt herself to be an achilles heel to her father, despite the fact he adored all his children. Still, more often he was more protective of her, sometimes to her delight and others to her chagrin. But nonetheless she was always grateful and adored her father. In truth many times she felt the same way towards him. But she saw him eventually surrender to her whim to scour the city and explore it's depths. Even so, his words that followed were predictable as she nodded obediently. "You and mother have taught me well father. I am not blind to the fact that I am a princess and with that comes a great deal of responsibility both to my country and to my family. I hope that I continue to never disappoint you my father." she said, smiling softly. "Perhaps you might find it wise for me to take Kaniene with me? She is quite skilled with the blade and though I am her elder sibling I would know I would be quite safe with her. And perhaps it would allow me to find some dresses she might actually wear and enjoy doing so." she said in a teasing, playful tone. Almost instantly after speaking her sisters's name she heard a ruckus. She closed her eyes, having some inkling as to what's going on. "Oh dear...." she sighed, moving to stand and get out of the carriage to see what the commotion was out.<br><br>She stepped out just after her sister had been pelted by a rotten tomato as she gracefully stepped down out of the carriage. "My beloved mother what is happening..?" she said, always in a deeply respectful tone. She knew her mother did not take kindly to insincerity or rudeness, and Orianthi was always very sincere to her family. She heard a soft collective sigh from some of the men folk, and smiled inwardly. She knew how to dress and behave to control a room or a gathering and this was no exception. She moved towards her mother bowing her head and then looked to her sister, grabbing a clothe to hand to her. "Kaniene my dear sister, it is not worth it to strike someone down who has opted to use physical action such as this. A tomato is hardly worth using your skilled blade, and I do not doubt nor question your skills. You are one of Aserit's finest, best to hone your skills on the battlefield and not a small insult." she smiled, a hand gently on her sister's shoulder. She knew it would take more to calm her fiesty sibling, but for the moment she needed to at least ensure the sword did not leave it's scabbard. She did however turn to the one who threw the fruit, still smiling pleasantly. "I do not pretend to ignore whatever it is that you said towards my sister nor do I ignore the feelings that prompted your actions. Though I do not agree with them, this war has been easy for no one. I do not blame you, but I do hope you will restrain yourself in the future. You are indeed allowed to have your opinions, but is it not far easier to allow things to come to a peaceful conclusion rather than further aggravate them? Do you not wish to see this war end as well?"&nbsp; Orianthi saw the peasant's eyes widen, as they muttered something under their breath. She let it pass well enough alone, it wasn't worth her time. <br><br>She went and turned to her mother again bowing her head as she turned and saw Prince Kale. She smiled with a hint of come-hither in those eyes, though she never made it overt. She was quite adept at using just the right amount of invitation in her eyes to intrigue a man without them realizing the spell she could weave those eyes of hers. She heard the displeasure in her mother's voice as she demanded to be escorted inside and that it was most uncourteous to be kept waiting as invited guests. She took a few steps forward, again with a sweet curtsy that not only made her graceful but gave the faintest view of her decolletage to his royal highness. She sighed as she heard Auron demanding a duel. She held up her hand trying to tell him to be silent as she approached the prince. "It is a pleasure to meet you Prince Kale." she said in a voice as sweet as fresh honey. "It would seem that we are all quite tired from our journey, and it would be most kind of you to escort us in. Is there a reason that we must be kept waiting?" she said, putting her hand upon his but a moment. "Tempers are easily flared in moments of fatigue, I think it might be best served for all of us to go inside where we might be allowed to cool them down sufficiently. After all....are we not here to ensure peace between our nations?" she said softly, before stepping back. She only hoped she would keep Auron and Kaniene both at bay, she was not worried of her mother. She knew her mother was proud of her skills even if it did not involve charging forward with arms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 01:26:59</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>&nbsp; Traveling through the slum area<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Essaline, Auron, Kale, NPC Theiri, Orianthi<hr><br>The exchange between Kale and her mother truly tested Kaniene’s patience, which was already dwindling due to other reasons already. Their interaction only furthered her dislike for court life. People could say about a lot about her. That she was not feminine or even pleasant company, but they would always know without a doubt how she felt about them. There would be no prettily laced words to appease another’s ears when she felt like they were not worth a chicken’s feces. Now, within the small crowd, there was one who held more of her dislike than Kale and his lap dogs. The young girl. By Aserit standards, she was more than capable to wield a sword and not a child. She waited without an ounce of emotion on her face other than lurking fire dancing beneath her cinnamon eyes. Each second brought the movement closer to existence. Around ten seconds in, she dismounted Hooper without the grace of a predator, not making the slightest of noises when her feet touched the ground. <br><br>Then the prince insulted her again, and she fought the urge to bristle at his taunt. Her teeth gritted together as she willed herself to ignore him. Kaniene’s attention remained on the brat, who had more courage to throw a rotten tomato than wield an actual weapon. The fifteen seconds were over, and she was about to strike down the girl with an unforgiving blow until her mother made the most annoying of sounds at her then spoke about the need for decorum. <strong>“Pity,”</strong> she commented with genuine displeasure as the fire within her eyes cooled to burning embers. It appeared that the young girl was saved from becoming yet another victim to decorate her sword. Her father’s reminder for nonviolence again echoed in her mind but she was not exactly sure if he would think the same after their treatment. <br><br>The sword returned to its sheath, and it seemed as though as was well. Well, not exactly. Auron’s voice, full with anger, rose above the masses. Still, Kaniene did not look away from the girl to comfort her brother. Then, predictably, Orianthi chose to make an appearance rather than remain within the confines of the carriage. The reaction of townsfolk was as usual whenever her sister chose to grace people with her presence. They were transfixed by her. Kaienene, on the other hand, appeared annoyed. It did not surprise her when her sister spoke of nonviolence. The apple did not fall far from the tree. Often times, this closeness between her father and sister with their shared viewed caused her to wonder if the man actually sired her. It was at the tip of her tongue to inform her sister that she could handle small issues such as the peasant and the battlefield without much difficult, but she did not wish to display disunion in front of the enemy. <strong>“Ugh,”</strong> she groaned to Orianthi without smiling back at the older sibling. With her sister now out of the carriage, she was reminded of the reason why the royal court bothered her so much. Prettily spoken words were not appealing to her. <br><br>She tuned out her sister’s exchange with the Dog Prince. True to her mother and sister’s request, Kaniene did not withdraw her weapon to harm the girl. Instead, she pulled back her hand then punched the bitch directly in the nose with enough force to send her stumbling backwards and blood to spew wildly. She threw her sister’s handkerchief down at the girl’s feet. Despite what one might view as cruelty, she displayed restraint by not completely shattering the nasal bones. If her father or mother viewed the action as offensive, she would accept her punishment without whimpering. At her sister's words about fatigue, Kaniene's stomach growled though she was hesitant to eat any food from within the castle. <strong>"My actions have nothing to do with being tired. And we were kept waiting because the dog likes the sound of his own voice,"</strong> she calmly informed her sister. Still watchful for some type of attack, she returned to stand next to Hooper who head-bumped her gently. Her hand came up to stroke at the beloved horse's side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 03:32:38</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; City Streets<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Aserits<br><br>The Knight did not presume an intimidating stance.&nbsp; He merely watched as the Queen unseated his fellow Knight.&nbsp; Indeed, he began to bellow with laughter.&nbsp; He was so pleased by the events, that he withdrew his helmet to reveal his chiseled, olive countenance.&nbsp; His almond eyes, piercing in their intensity, were full of mirth as they settled upon Auron.&nbsp; When the young man proposed a duel, the marshall laughed louder.<br><br>&nbsp;"Have you gone mad, Knight Commander?" the querulous Sir Ralph said as he blustered from the ground.&nbsp; &nbsp;"The Queen has unseated me!&nbsp; And Prince Auron has challenged you to a duel!"<br><br>&nbsp;"Yes, that is so," the Knight said slowly.&nbsp; &nbsp;"The Queen is upset that she is being delayed.&nbsp; But did she not just circumvent the city, adding five hours to her voyage?&nbsp; Besides, if she is upset now, I wonder how Her Majesty the Queen shall feel when she discovers that the High King, my Father, shall be delayed."&nbsp; He grinned boyishly at the Queen.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Perhaps she shall behead us all!&nbsp; Ha ha ha."&nbsp; He snickered as Typhoon moved out of the way, and he turned to look at Auron.<br><br>&nbsp;"I decline your challenge," he said, not demonstrating the least bit of dismay or fear.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I am not proud.&nbsp; And I don't think I've insulted you sufficiently to give you satisfaction.&nbsp; Give me some time.&nbsp; I shall earn your challenge, I'll be bound.&nbsp; Though I don't think you're worthy of my time.&nbsp; Indeed, I was going to ask your mother if she was behaving impetuously because she was a woman or an Aserit, but seeing your behavior now, well, ha ha ha, <em>you Aserits.</em>&nbsp; It is no wonder we have kept you beyond our borders for a century."<br><br>He then turned to look at Orianthi, smiling boyishly as Typhoon danced.&nbsp; By this time, Sir Ralph had rejoined him, and the three knights laughed merrily.<br><br>&nbsp;"You speak to me, Aserit, but I do not know your name," he said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Are you Princess Orianthi?"&nbsp; Prince Kale was being impossible, so it was difficult to tell whether or not he was intrigued.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 04:04:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"></div>(http://elegantfashionclub.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/Exclusive-Photoshoot-Wedding-by-sadia-khan-5.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong>Orianthi<br><strong>Role:</strong> Princess of Aserit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entering Theiri<br><strong>Tags:</strong>Prince&nbsp; Kale, Queen Essaline, Kaniene<hr><br>His insults did not rattle her though she wanted very much to strike him for his words against her people and her homeland. Needless to say, it was doing little to endear him to her should there be a diplomatic marriage. She for the moment felt a silent agreement with her sister that she'd like nothing more than to punch the prince soundly in the jaw, and kick him in his sweets for good measure. But now was not the time or place. She expected Kaniene to get some form of satisfaction, and dismissed the punch to the girl. <em>That is for mother to deal with not me.</em>, she thought, though she did gaze at Kaniene with a look that said someone would more than likely be speaking to her about the incident.<br><br>"I am that same Princess, Prince Kale." she said, her voice never wavering from it's sweet, temperate tone. She brought her hand up to allow his mount to sniff at her hand, and when it had done so moved to gently pet it's muzzle while keeping her eyes on the Prince. "Would it not be better if we went inside then to prevent further delay? After all....it was your honorable parents who called for these meetings, wasn't it my lord?" she asked, her hand again going to the mount and gently cooing at it. "I should think peace talks are of the utmost importance." She turned and smiled to him, gently rolling her shoulders back and looking at him proudly. "Besides, I have heard that you have lovely gardens indeed. I'd very much enjoy seeing them."<br><br>She would make certain go repay his insult at another time. Sabotaging the talks now would not help Aserit in the slightest, and she would rather wait patiently. After all...things are much sweeter when one must plan and wait for the right moment.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 04:17:24</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; City Streets<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Aserits<br><br>&nbsp;"Do you know, Princess Orianthi," he began, &nbsp;"that I have asked after you before.&nbsp; I have been told that you possessed great beauty, and that you were far different than your sister.&nbsp; Indeed, I find your appearance prepossessing, but, I should endeavor to say that there is a certain quality about you that I find positively enchanting."&nbsp; The Knight then leaned forward.&nbsp; &nbsp;"And here, I have bedeviled myself to you.&nbsp; I should like to be your friend, Princess.&nbsp; If only to show you that there is a meaning in my being so insulting."<br><br>He then offered Orianthi his hand.<br><br>&nbsp;"May I be of service, Princess?" the Knight asked.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Typhoon could carry five of me.&nbsp; I am certain that you should not be a burden to him."
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 04:43:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"></div>(http://elegantfashionclub.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/Exclusive-Photoshoot-Wedding-by-sadia-khan-5.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong>Orianthi<br><strong>Role:</strong> Princess of Aserit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entering Theiri<br><strong>Tags:</strong>Prince&nbsp; Kale<hr><br>Orianthi smiled at his compliments. <em>Indeed he's been schooled in the finer art of flattery, I'll be most careful around him.</em>, she thought to herself as she looked at his horse, playfully avoiding his gaze though occasionally moving to glance at him. "I? Enchanting? My lord...you are too kind." she said softly. She couldn't help thinking in her mind how perfectly he was falling to her charms. Though she always knew never to become so prideful as to think she'd always have the upper hand. <br><br>"Typhoon? A charming name for a magnificent steed." she said, again moving to stroke the powerful animal's neck. When she saw his hand offered, she moved to place her hand in his. "I should be delighted, my lord, but I fear that I must say no for the moment unless my father and mother would permit me to ride with you now. Though if you wish to be of service to me, would you be so kind as to show me about the palace gardens?" she smiled, not moving her hand from his grasp.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sesshomaruartist</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 09:28:56</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> Orianthi<br><br>Valius could not help but chuckle softly when his daughter suggested that she would travel with her sister and actually suggest some clothes for her to wear. It was a well-known fact in the Aserit Kingdom about Kaniene and her displeasure of fashion as a whole. The only clothing she seemed to wear was battle armor or clothes which would not hinder her movements with a blade. He continued smiling when suddenly he could muffled sounds coming from outside, before he could even think about acting, his daughter was out of the carriage. He wondered whether to join her outside and decided to see how well she did alone. <br><br>Not wanting to be left out of the conversation outside, he placed his ear closer towards the carriage door which was open ajar. Quietly listening to Orianthi interact with what appeared to be Prince Kale, he could not help grit his teeth together as he heard the language his daughter seemed to implore. For a moment Valius wanted just to order the prince’s head on a platter but then realized how she seemed to have defused an imminent battle between her brother and the prince. He released a small sigh in relief but could not help himself as he tiptoed out of the carriage, his eyes first landing on the beautiful woman riding close by, his wife, Esssaline, giving her a gentle smile. Before turning to the set of knights whom seemed to have created a blockade in front of them. “Prince Kale, quite the pleasure, I believe we have met on a few occasions but never so formally.” He said, his eyes hovering over the prince and his guards. “I thought it would be good to make haste on the journey since peace is something that takes time, which is something none of us have a lot of.” He added.<br><br>“For now, if you would like, could you guide us into the castle, we are all tired from the journey and well I would like to address your king and queen before night fall.” His eyes glancing up to the air, not bothering to wait for anyone to answer. “I feel this is a long day for all of us, so putting away your blades will be most appropriate.” He said, his tone changing slightly as he spoke, indicating more of a command rather than a suggestion. Valius gazed over Auron and Kaniene, his smile fading before he headed back into the carriage. “My lovely Orianthi, I believe you should return, so we can complete this journey.” Settling back into his seat, he waited silently for them to move. His opinion for Kale had already dropped but he did his best to remain civil.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 14:10:25</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>&nbsp; Traveling through the slum area<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Essaline, Auron, Kale, Orianthi, Valius <hr><br>Like all other men, Kale seemed bewitched by her sister’s beauty. She did not mind entirely too much yet her teeth gritted together at their exchange. The ever pressing union between the two flashed in her mind, and her stomach lurched with the desire to retch on the side of the road. Reaching out her hand, she remounted Hooper without much difficulty. From what she could hear with the exchange, Orianthi was being Orianthi though it pleased her to hear the woven insults within her sister’s words even if they were not spoken bluntly. As expected, her father came out of the carriage soon after to apparently check in on the sounds of conflict. The disapproval in his gaze on Kale caused her to feel a flutter of happiness. Maybe her father would realize the error of his ways. The Dog prince was heir to the throne, and yet, he treated them with open disrespect. This was not a man who desired peace in her mind. <br><br>She sighed quietly when her father voiced his desire to continue moving forward rather than allow them to fight their way out of the city then declare the war renewed with vigor. Again, another person spoke for the entire group. She was not tired. There had been journeys more perilous than traveling to the city of Theirti. Her teeth sank down into her inner cheek then she glanced over to notice the look on her father’s face upon seeing her face. It was a face that was commonly seen on his face whenever he looked at her. She should have been used to it by now but it still stung like salt on a wound. She was a disappointment. Completely useless in this particular arena. Kaniene pushed away the unwanted feeling enough to steel her emotions. There was still a small portion of the journey left. Hopefully, she could figure out a way to excuse herself from the main group upon reaching the castle for some privacy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 14:14:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SniTwfm5BwE/TPVLKccxg9I/AAAAAAAADHU/aV5z3MeyUxg/s1600/Jaime%2BLannister.png)<br></div><strong>Name:</strong> Lorenso Florencia<br><strong>Role:</strong> First Sword<br><strong>Location: </strong> Courtyard &gt; Caravan<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Lenally. Prince Kale. The Aserits.<br><br><strong>"Prince Kale sent me, m'lord!&nbsp; The Aserits entered through the rear of the city, and he is to go to meet them! He sent me to tell you and rode out!" </strong> <br><br>"For the love of the gods!" Lorenso drew his rapier, spinning towards the courtyard exit, his royal visit would have to wait. "Inform her majesty! I must assist him!" Bloody fool he thought. If this was some kind of a trap the Aserit would cut him and his two horsemen down in a second. It was rash, foolish, and exactly the sort of thing he would have done at that age. "Company! Break formation! Double time!" He called as he ran towards the exit of the keep.<br><br>One of his officers had been charged with policing in the slums districts, and while he was not as fast as Kale on his horse, his men knew the area more intimately. He was hot in pursuit of Kale, panting as he sprinted from the castle to the gates, at his back eighty armoured spearmen, their red armour blazing in the mid day sun. <em>God I'm too old for this,</em> He mused to himself as he picked up the pace. He always joked about his advanced years, although he never let on what his real age was to those around him, and in reality he was fit enough to be fifteen years his junior.<br><br>His boots clattered along the brick paved streets, of the central city, soon reaching the outer curtain wall. The smell of the encampment was obvious. He knew the royal family had given up as many luxuries as they could afford to try to help these people, selling off items from the treasury to hire carpenters and artisans to build proper housing for the displaced people, but there were far too many. In reality, the encampment was only as poor as the slums of many of the larger Theirian towns, but compared to the capital itself, it was a blight. He and his men spilled out of the main gate into the outer district, the streets narrower, unpaved. The smell off the unwashed was evident. He growled angrily. This was the Aserits fault.<br><br>As they approached they could see a crowd of Theirian peasants gathering to watch the confrontation, it appeared Prince Kale had reached there moments before him. Some yelled insults at the Aserit royalty, one man even throwing a rotten fruit at the princess. <em>Idiot.</em> He would need to have him arrested, although he could not blame the man for the way he acted, and also couldn't escape a small feeling of satisfaction as it collided with her. "Clear the way!" Lorenso called, and his spears did the rest, forcing the peasants aside. He waved the officer to form up behind him, and they did, forming a tight spear wall across the breadth of the rode, blocking their passage.<br><br>Lorenso stepped forward with Lenally at his side, seeing the Aserit caravan for the first time. He moved to stand beside Prince Kale's horsemen, sheaving his sword. He wished to challenge that upstart Aserit prince, but he dare not show his own up as a coward who needs his guards to defend him. He breathed a sigh of relief when Kale declined the challenge...but then he heard him speak. <em>He would cut you in two...proud fool. Your people are hurting and you cannot even show the decorum to help them.</em> He thought. "I have come to assist you escorting the Aserits to the castle your highness." Lorenso said. "Today is for peace, not animosity." The final comment was directed at Kale, rather than the Aserits, spoken in the chiding voice usually reserved for small children. <em>I will speak to him when we return.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>22-08-2012, 20:44:59</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> Outside city gates<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Entire family, Kale, Lorenso<br><hr><hr> <br><br><br><br><br>The Queen of Aserit was seething within. Though she was perfectly aware that the taunts from the Heir of Theiri were meant to rile her, meant to anger those of her family, meant to possibly set she or her son or daughter off, that did not stop the anger. The words were possibly set forth in hope she or one of her brood would react in a more harsh manner then they already had. Sir Ralph upon the ground sputtering in indignant rage was nothing. Kaniene connecting a well placed fist to the face of the tomato offender was but swatting at a fly. Even Auron, his normal emotionless facade shattered and his animosity flowing free in the demand for a duel, was but a small thing.<br><br>Orianthi made her way from the carriage, and Essaline saw instantly the change within Kale. Emerald eyes would narrow, but she remained silent as she watched the banter between the two, the fine line of her jaw working as she ground her teeth. How could she have even pondered the notion of giving her elder daughter off to this fool? Yet Ori was playing her part well, just as she should. Was it an act thogh? Her husband, having remained within the carriage, knowing that his wife and children could easily take care of any situation, had only finally emerged when Ori made contact with Kale. His eldest&nbsp; girl was ever the most important to him. His smile alighted upon her, and she could not help the gentleness in the slight curl of her lips down at him in return. Somehow, some way, her King always managed to calm her. As was his want he remained cool when speaking to Kale, turning to return to the carriage and ordering Orianthi to follow. At this she would nudge Bellator forward, moving the massive horse between her daughter and Kale, baring her teeth at him, jut in time to witness the arrival of Lorenso. <br><br><strong> “ Auron, my son, words flowing from the mouth of an ingrate is not reason enough to remove his tongue. A duel is not warranted, though I can understand your need. This journey is still young. Mayhap you will get the chance to bloody your blade in honorable battle son. Escort Orianthi back to the carriage, you are to be her shadow until I deem otherwise. Kaniene, to me.”</strong> As she spoke, her gleaming gaze held the sight of Lorenso, noting that the man berated Kale, not she or her kin. Handsome and wise. Lifting her attention back to Kale, her face would light into a beatific smile, oddly managing to seem quite at ease and willing, speaking at Lorenso as she did.<br><br><strong> “ My King spoke true. We are all weary from our travels, and wish nothing more then to be led within, shown to our quarters so we may wash the dirt and grime away and prepare for this historic meeting. Accept my apologies, please. Our weariness has set us on edge. We await your lead my Lord.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 01:28:54</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; City Streets<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Aserits<br><br>&nbsp;"Farewell, Orianthi!" the Knight said as he placed his helmet on his head.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I shall be delighted to show you my mother's gardens, but I confess that I am the <em>worst</em> guide.&nbsp; Ha ha ha." <br><br>Though Sir Ralph had to have his Page polish his armor, the morning wasn't entirely lost.&nbsp; This particular knight simply could not wait to return to the Order and retell, in great detail, how Prince Kale spoke to the feared King and Queen of Aserit.&nbsp; It wasn't diplomatic, that is to be sure, but what could be expected from the Prince?&nbsp; He knew the wilderness better than the palace, and was better suited to nail horseshoes than to speak politely.&nbsp; However, Sir Ralph knew the esteemed Knight Commander to be a master of marshaling his men.&nbsp; Perhaps, he was also a master of inciting them, too.<br><br>&nbsp;"Do as your mother says," the Knight Commander said to Prince Auron as he turned his horse about.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Does the Prince also require a wet nurse?&nbsp; Ha ha ha."<br><br>Sir Ralph didn't want to laugh because his ribs hurt and because he didn't want to be the victim of Aserit treachery.&nbsp; He was afraid.&nbsp; But the Knight Commander didn't seem to care.&nbsp; The Knight Commander could be like that.&nbsp; Not apathetic to the plight of others.&nbsp; But bent on his self destructiveness like no other.&nbsp; And why?&nbsp; His hatred towards the Aserit consumed him.&nbsp; As long as he roamed, there could be no peace.&nbsp; The Knight secretly wondered if Prince Kale was afraid of leading a life where he didn't have to hate anyone.<br><br>&nbsp;"You know, Sir Ralph," the Knight Commander said in his pleasant, booming voice as he turned his horse and led the delegation towards the castle gates, &nbsp;"It is not a terrible thing to have been kicked by the Queen.&nbsp; I hear she does to all of her subjects."<br><br>&nbsp;"You joke about something that is no joking matter, Your Highness!"<br><br>The Knight Commander nodded at Lorenzo, and grinned down at him.<br><br>&nbsp;"Ah, First Sword!" Prince Kale said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Hello.&nbsp; I have not seen you in a long time.&nbsp; How pleasant to see you today."&nbsp; The Prince didn't really know Lorenzo.&nbsp; He knew that he was his father's friend.&nbsp; Maybe his mother's lover?&nbsp; He didn't know.&nbsp; Aside from a few lessons at the onset of his childhood, his interaction with the First Sword was very limited.&nbsp; And then, of course, the Prince knew what every Theirian knew about him.&nbsp; Like every other Theirian youth, Kale had wanted to emulate the First Sword.&nbsp; But that desire ended long ago.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I saw you in the courtyard earlier.&nbsp; I did not alarm you, did I?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 14:12:52</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> Market Place, back alleys, to be continued in the Theiri Castle<br><strong>Tags:</strong> NPCs- A few locals<br><hr><hr> <br><br>'Get yer potayyyy-toes! Nice and ripe, straight from the green fields of Theiri!'<br><br>'Books, Puzzles, Chess sets! Everything a growing little Theiri laddie and lassie need to be the next King Varta!'<br><br>Perception was always his foremost gift. His people revered him, which on most occasions became able charge to coddle his ego. But as he strode through the mercifully busy marketplace, happy to have his auditory reflexes accosted by an unceasing cacophony of a great city in its waking bustle. Theiri, for all purposes, <em>seemed</em> thriving. His fears <em>seemed</em> to have met with one of those rare occasions where their legitimacy was left sorely wanting. <br><br>Only Sebastian Varta's skills of scrupulous observation seldom led to a path he had not deduced prior. His sudden excursion from the safety of his throne had revealed several illuminating events. This produce , in fact, might become the very last instance of a profitable day in trade. He had intercepted news hinting at a delay with the next cargo. <br><br>Influx of money too was steadily dwindling. Indeed, rumors along the taverns along the roads directed him to believe their neighbors were courting an inexplicable reluctance to resume business. The fertility of their fields was under fierce question ever since he had to enforce a tap on the kingdom's water resources to prevent their complete disappearance. And should the tattle tales he had enjoyed held truth, Varta suspected only one force capable of coodinating such a widespread crippling of his empire.<br><br>'Paintings! Paintings graced by the touch of the Queen herself! Treasures that caught the imagination of Princess Kiara!'<br><br>'Armour! Fine Armour made from the best Theirian steel! Get your war gear here! Would you like a second glove, good Sir? It seems rather pointless to wield but one magnificent weapon such as that- Lord Almighty, my Ki-'<br><br>The merchant's eyes grew to the girth of saucers. Varta's flashing smile hit him first, hidden beneath a finger pressed upon his lips, demanding silence. The next thing the poor, heavy set man who stapled his living with the fortunes of weapons and shields knew was the sliver of his King's dusty cloak and the streets were returned to the able care of the people themselves. <br><br>Sebastian's cloak garnered the unforgiving muck of the city's abandoned alleyways. The Boy King's lips twitched in a small smile, <em>'Artfully abandoned alleyways',</em> he thought as his overactive mind threw him back to a set of fortunate circumstances. <br><br>When his rule was yet in its infancy, he had ventured into the teeming underbelly of the great city. Unfortunately, he was yet to harden as the man he now was, though even then he forced himself to honour extravagant promises. But to a boy, not even the responsibility of kingship would deter the pillaging pull of hunger.<br><br>So Sebastian Varta stole. Fruit shops suffered a constant deficit of apples. Money lenders forsook their stationery establishments and enlisted caravans. But Varta's swiftness, combined with a inch precise knowledge of his city ensured any edge gained was lost even before they could bask in their brilliance. Thus rose the legend of Theiri's Whispering Death, who, despite a long hiatus. continued to empty dark alleys for his sneaky travels.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Montagne</strong> on <strong>25-08-2012, 01:01:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/24500000/Jaime-Lannister-house-lannister-24542414-1638-1092.jpg)<br></div><strong>Name:</strong> Lorenso Florencia<br><strong>Role:</strong> First Sword<br><strong>Location: </strong> Leading the Caravan back to the Castle.<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> Lenally. Prince Kale. The Aserits.<br><hr><br>Lorenso growled angrily when Kale continued, whistling and giving his hand a wave to his men to break formation, who advanced towards the flanks of the Aserit caravan. The crimson armoured guard lined the length of the Aserit column clearly keeping an uneasy grip on the hafts of their spears, looking dead ahead, trying to be as respectful as they can. Lorenso grabbed Kale's cloak, pulling him downwards so he could talk quietly to him a little to harshly. "Hold your tongue. Your Highness." The anger was evident in his tone. "Your Father has commanded us here for peace talks. That means you will act with the decorum befitting your station. We will discuss this at the Castle. Do not make a scene." He glared up at him again, releasing his cloak, speaking freely so the others could here. "Lead the way Your Highness. Your men are ready to follow."<br><br>He allowed Kale to lead the column, as would be expected of his station, despite the fact they were Lorenso's house guards. He walked half a dozen paces behind him and his flank of two knights. Clearly seething. The Aserits followed behind a few steps behind him, the streets slowly widening as they reached the gates of the city proper. The stench of the unwashed outside the gates gave way to the sweet perfumes of the inner city, the portcullis raising for the Prince.<br><br>As they entered onto the paved stones of the city Lorenso seemed to calm, if only slightly, the angry grip on the pommel of his sword gone at least. Many of the Theirian merchants and tradesmen who lived within the walls lined their balconies to watched the caravan with interest, only the occasional abuse hurled the way of the savages he escorted. He couldn't blame them, unlike Kale, they were not privy to the games of politics between kingdoms. Thankfully, no fruit or other projectiles were aimed at them on their walk. <br><br>Nearing the castle the streets open into the pleasure gardens, an open air scene of beauty lust and sin. A place Lorenso so often frequented. The smells of lucious perfumes hit his nose, the happy squeals and passionate moans of lovers hidden amongst the soft grasses of the gardens. The streets here were lined with King Varta's favoured sculptures from the cities artisans, everyone a work of refinement and beauty. This was the sort of thing he was fighting to save, Lorenso concluded. This happy, civilised society he loved as much as his young King, and best friend. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>25-08-2012, 06:01:02</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; City Streets<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Lorenzo<br><br>Behold, that glorious ungelded roan, unruly and majestic, nearly crippled the First Sword with an unbridled hoof, but the Knight Commander became master of his saddle, and turned the horse away from the First Sword.&nbsp; Then, the horse chomped at the First Sword, and it was by the sheer strength of the Knight Commander's large arms that the horse's head was turned away.&nbsp; Typhoon did not like the First Sword to stand where he stood.&nbsp; Typhoon did not like the First Sword to lay hands upon his master.&nbsp; But Typhoon was a beast, and Kale was not.&nbsp; So Kale did not think very much of it.<br><br>&nbsp;"Hold now, you ponderous beast!" Kale bellowed at the horse, and the horse angrily subsided.<br><br>The Knight Commander was amused by Lorenzo's anger, so he smiled broadly.&nbsp; This was a relief to the Knights at his sides.&nbsp; Kale permitted himself to have his person pulled down from his saddle, because Kale was not small or petty.&nbsp; Kale was not intimidated by the First Sword, because the First Sword wasn't an ominous figure in his childhood.&nbsp; But Kale wasn't easily intimidated anyways.&nbsp; He had come to trivialize death.&nbsp; Indeed, the Knight Commander had been gutted and smashed so many times on the battlefield that he had come to pontificate each beautiful day as his last.&nbsp; The young prince looked up at the morning sky, felt the sun's rays through his visor, and devoured the fresh, clean air, and thought, today wouldn't be so bad.&nbsp; He had chosen from which parapet to jump from should the terms of a treaty be agreed to.&nbsp; This disturbing thought pleased Kale.&nbsp; Kale did not want to live in a world where Theirian justice and order was let out to compromise.&nbsp; The thought of exonerating the Aserits from their crimes repulsed the young prince like nothing else in the world.<br><br>But the master swordsman brought up a valid point.&nbsp; The King had ordered it, and his vow as a Knight in the Lion's Order demanded that he love and honor his King.&nbsp; If it weren't for that, Kale would not have loved him.&nbsp; But the King ordered him into Knighthood, and Knighthood demanded an oath.&nbsp; An oath always to oppose Aserit treachery.<br><br>&nbsp;"Gentlemen, it seems to me that the First Sword is getting old," he said.<br><br>&nbsp;"Yes, I was just saying that this morning, Your Majesty," Sir Ralph said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"But why do you say so?"<br><br>&nbsp;"He seems to think that I value his council like the High King, my Father," Kale said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Perhaps he has us confused?"<br><br>&nbsp;"I do not think he would confuse you, m'lord," Sir Ralph said, a little concerned for the direction of the conversation.&nbsp; &nbsp;"After all, you and your father are so different."<br><br>Kale pondered this for a moment, and then turned to look at the First Sword.<br><br>&nbsp;"So it is, then," he said as he towered over Lorenzo.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I resist your attempt at authority.&nbsp; I hate to deprive you of an instance to demonstrate your capacity for good judgment, but I doubt that I shall find it sound, and nothing you can possibly say shall overrule my opinion.&nbsp; I'm sorry to disappoint.&nbsp; But I have become used to it by now."<br><br>The Knight Commander smiled, bowed his head, made an overtly grand gesture with his hand, and then made kissy sounds to make Typhoon trot a little faster through the city gates. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>25-08-2012, 22:13:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"></div>(http://elegantfashionclub.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/Exclusive-Photoshoot-Wedding-by-sadia-khan-5.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong>Orianthi<br><strong>Role:</strong> Princess of Aserit<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entering Theiri<br><strong>Tags:</strong>Prince&nbsp; Kale, her father, her mother her family, Lorenso<hr><br>Orianthi could not help but smile softly as she heard her father's voice, as he spoke followed by her mother's strongly veiled words. She recognized the tone, if her mother knew she could she would easily strike Kale where she stood. And Orianthi would simply make certain to step out of the way. Her opinion of Kale was quite low indeed, even if he wasn't insulting her she loved her family and was quite protective of them (even Reynard). She slowly withdrew her hand from Kale and with another low bow, giving him another glimpse of a body that may or may not warm his bed in the future, she smiled back up at him. <strong>"I fear our tour must await until we are refreshed."</strong> she nodded, gracefully turning and making her way back towards her father. She'd not missed the glance he'd thrown at her siblings, and she felt some pity. They would surely be in some troubles later, but she did not take it upon herself to dispense discipline to her siblings. With a sweet smile to her father, after playing her part to assuage the potential fiasco, she climbed into the carriage. She did turn her head a little to see the First Sword approached, followed by his ever present sword maiden. <em><strong>Sword maiden...indeed...</strong></em>, she thought with a chuckle as she slid back into the carriage.<br><br><strong>"That could have gone far worse than it did."</strong>, she said softly, so that only her father would hear. <strong>"I will ensure I am well guarded when I go for excursions."</strong>, she said with a smile to her father as she simply sat, keeping her eyes and ears open to the sounds of discussion outside. She was eager to sit a moment and hoped that they would be heading towards the palace soon.<br><br>**************************************<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://vendyxiao.com/pictures/cosplay/cosplay_tifa_lockhart09.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lenally D'Lannis<br><strong>Role:</strong> Sword maiden<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the city with Lorenso<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Lorenso, Kale, everyone present<br><br>As soon as she heard urgency in her voice Lenally was at the ready. When he began to move and she heard what was happening, she frowned. <strong><em>Dammit all Kale.....you're going to ruin this!!</em></strong>, she thought as she followed, never losing Lorenso or falling behind. She trained regularly to keep in fine form, and with Lorenso's tutelage she was showing a lot of promise. Others had taken note of her, and she felt pleased. If she continued to work hard, then maybe....maybe one day....but she could not think of that just now. There was other business afoot.<br><br>Once they'd found Prince Kale, she saw Lorenso's ire though he held it in check beautifully. Apparently the eldest daughter of the Aserits had successfully managed to dissolve a large chunk of the animosity hanging in the air, but Kale was still itching to start a war. She frowned, but felt relief when after more heated words, they began to move towards the palace once more. Lenally hardly ever spoke, it was not her place to speak. She simply watched, and noted all present. She would keep a close eye on them, and report anything amiss to Lorenso at once.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sesshomaruartist</strong> on <strong>26-08-2012, 03:17:20</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> Orianthi<br><br>Valius nodded at Orianthi. “That is why, we need to stick together. Your brothers, sister or mother can be easily pushed into a dual or worse to attack a prince, someone arrogant like Kale. If that happens this whole trip would have gone to waste.” His hand rose up to run over her cheek. “You’re the only one whom can defuse such a situation when I am not around and I have so much work to do. So, how will I be able to do anything if I have to keep an eye on your mother, sister, brothers and you?” He said with a soft sigh, dropping his hand down to his thigh, knowing silently that even though he would settle for peace in any way possible, that if anyone in Thieri kingdom were to attack some one from his family, he would not hesitate to annul the treaty and declare war on them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>26-08-2012, 05:44:58</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>&nbsp; Traveling through the slum area<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Essaline, Auron, Kale, Orianthi, Valius, Lorenso <hr><br>Without a word of protest, Kaniene urged Hopper gently into motion with a clicking noise directly in the direction of her mother. Kale's words to her beloved brother made her want to rip out his tongue with her own teeth. Hatred for him grew more in this setting then it ever could have done so on the battlefield. She truly could not understand how her sister could carry out with the act in front of him. The image of her future nieces and nephews appeared in her mind. She could only hope the Aserit ways would override any of the man's tendencies. <br><br>The sound of more approaching only caused the fine hairs of on Kaniene’s neck to rise with wariness. The Dog Prince spoke of possible treachery at their entering from the rear of the city. Yet in all actuality, the nobles and royals of the Theirit would have known from a distance if&nbsp; they were not there for actual peace talks. There would have been smoke blackening the sky as flame consumed their people’s homes. Screams would have rose upward along with the gurgling sound of people choking on their blood. Nothing of a sort occurred as much as Kaniene would have liked it over speaking with the Dog Prience. Now, they were within enemy territory, and she could not be certain if those approaching meant harm or not towards her family. Being out of control unnerved her tremendously, and she did not find the emotion enjoyable in the least. <br><br>A man stood out to her from the others, and she inhaled sharply at his posture and demand for obedience from peasants and the Dog Prince alike. Her head tilted to the side with curiosity, wondering at the exchange between them. The man had to be of importance to address a prince in such a tone and body posture. The man’s identity was revealed when Kale spoke the title aloud for all within hearing distance to hear. First sword, Lorenzo. Her hand itched to reach for her swords to test her metal against him. What would happen if she managed to defeat him? The thought of it caused a ripple of pleasure to explode within her. <br><br>Soon enough, they were finally on the move throughout the city rather than being subjected 'hospitable' treatment from the heir of their enemy and his followers. She remained completely quiet even though her eyes watched the landscape change before her eyes. The city was indeed a marvel. One which she never seen in her entire life. The scent was not as powerful or rather her nose became used to the scent. The interactions&nbsp; between Theirian and Aserit was a curious one when not on the battlefield. Just when she thought that the city was just merely beautiful, Kaniene was shocked for the first time in her life. Her face blushed with discomfort as she averted her eyes away from the scene. Even though her eyes could not see the acts taking place within the gardens, her ears remained privy to the sounds. "It is no wonder that when we cut one down and another one replaces the dead quickly," she said to no one in particular, "They fuck like rabbits."
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelicBlade</strong> on <strong>26-08-2012, 08:10:13</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> City Streets<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Kaniene, Essaline,Kale, Lorenso, Orianthi.<hr><br>Auron's face returned to it's usual emotionless form when his sister exited the carriage. He closed his eyes and shook his head mildly before sheathing his blade, <em>'Hmph, he really is an arrogant little dog, I will soak my blade in his blood someday. . .'</em> Auron thought bitterly, his sister's words left a sour taste in his mouth, the whole conversation was distasteful and shameful in Auron's eyes, his couldn't stand his 'perfect' sister, Ori was someone Auron would not get along with, her interests, her actions, the way she dresses, almost everything about her Auron disapproved of. He also hated the fact that almost every male in the crowd seemed to ogle his sister the second she stepped from the carriage, even the Prince playing Knight seemed bewitched by her. The was indeed a disgusting sight.<br><br>He was disgusted by the Heir's attempt to 'escort' Orianthi. The fact she declined didn't bring him any comfort, he wanted to be rid of Theiri, this whole meeting was a mistake in Auron's eyes, the fact they walked into it so quickly was disgraceful to say the least, his gaze fell upon his father. Auron didn't like his father, how secretive he was, how sneaky he thought he was, and the shamed look he seemed to give Auron. Auron couldn't care less about what his father thought of him, and if he disapproved of Auron at all, because the feeling was mutual. And that look he gave Kaniene and Auron, it was full of disappointment and at that moment Auron felt disgusted for being a part of this family, all of them were horrid and weak, except for the two he actually cared for, Kaniene and his mother. . .<br><br>He turned to his mother when she spoke and sighed slightly, somehow he knew he'd get stuck with Orianthi, but he did as she commanded and walked his sister back to the carriage, though the look she gave him and Kaniene was full of pity, and Auron couldn't stand that. He pulled the scarf back over his mouth and nose and the hood over his head, shading his eyes. Now with his face fully covered he turned to see a man of which he immediately knew, it was Lorenso, The First Sword. Auron watched the exchange between the First Sword and the Heir before walking next to his sister. Even after she set her horse into motion Auron kept pace next to her, he walked silently, always watching the civilians, always keeping an eye out for danger.<br><br>As they entered the garden area Auron frowned inwardly, the noises of the young couples making love in the tall grasses went into his ears and he shook his head slightly. <em>'Animals. . .'</em> He thought with disgust. He looked up at his sister and smiled behind his scarf at her facial reaction. He didn't really share his dear sister's discomfort, especially since he'd seen some of his soldier with army whores and prisoners. He had never done the action himself but he was used to it really, "Now, now, Kaniene. No need to insult the rabbits is there? I think rabbits had the decency to mate in their holes." He said with his same emotionless voice, she could tell he was joking but a random listener would have a hard time telling the difference. He looked at the ground a moment and then back forward.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 05:10:18</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; City Streets<br><strong>Tagged</strong>:&nbsp; Everyone<br><br>The Knights prattled amongst themselves, telling self-deprecating stories, and laughing merrily as they trampled road under hoof.<br><br>&nbsp;"Do you see these pleasure gardens, Sir Pontius?" Kale gestured.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I think people take the name too seriously.&nbsp; There shouldn't be so many pedants in a garden."<br><br>"I met my wife in this garden," Sir Pontius said.<br><br>&nbsp;"So did I!"<br><br>The trio laughed.&nbsp; Sir Pontius wasn't married.&nbsp; And it was very much like this the entire way.&nbsp; Through the gates, concrete and steel and crenelated.&nbsp; Through the gardens, bountiful, lush and serene, save for the quivering bushes and the giggles of lovers.&nbsp; Through the market, which was exotic, and the merchandise unparalleled in all the world.&nbsp; Beauty in architecture, in composition, in juxtaposition, all shook as the three men laughed merrily, until the three stood in the shadow of the Grand Castle.&nbsp; It was still impressive today as it was when he could first recall it in his memory.&nbsp; He glanced back over his shoulder at the retinue that followed, and then said:<br><br>&nbsp;"It is a pity that they should have seen this in their lifetime."<br><br>With that, the Knight Commander and his knights rode into the castle gates and were greeted by a multitude of knights, squires and pages.<br><br>&nbsp;"You won't believe what has transpired!" said Sir Ralph.<br><br>And it was in this manner that the Aserit serpents arrived to Castle Thieri.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown - City Theiri</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kuje</strong> on <strong>30-08-2012, 23:54:22</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/40/EmmaCrownResized.jpg)<br><br>Name: Emma, disguised as a male actor.<br>Location: Near the outer castle walls.<br>Tagged: Zy, Kale (indirectly), Auron (indirectly), and anyone.<br><br>Trying to make it back to the castle took longer then she expected due to the citizens standing nearby, trying to catch a glimpse of the Aserit's and the escort that rode out to meet with them. She heard many versions of what happened when Prince Kale arrived since the gossip flew fast and quickly. However, Emma didn't believe any of those tales and she knew that the truth of what happened was somewhere in the middle.<br><br>As the carriage passed through the Market and towards the castle, she stood against one of the buildings. Her attention was focused on Auron. He looked well, or at least she thought that he did. Still, he seemed to be closed off and she swallowed a few times, feeling choked up about what she did to him. It's been two years but she still felt guilty about those events. At that time, she was to used to doing what her family wanted her to do and that's how they talked her into trying to kill Prince Auron, or having him killed.<br><br>With a quick stride, Emma left her spot against the wall of the candlemaker and entered the castle for the second time that day. She smiled at the guards that gave her a few piercing looks since she's come and gone once already but with a few quick words and another secretive showing of her token, she put them at ease towards her.
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