Ardania ~ [IC Topic]
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				Title: <strong>Ardania ~ [IC Topic]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>18-10-2014, 06:39:34</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i59.tinypic.com/s59t8w.jpg)</div><br><strong>It was amazingly appropriate. </strong><br><br>While all of Ardania celebrated the Feast of Eros, they did so in their own towns and villages. The guests from each kingdom and organizers of the event, however, got the participate here, in Fertile Valley. The directions given to every invitee made certain they took the trail that afforded them this perfect viewing angle. Weather the formation was somehow natural or a result of magick wrought was unknown, but it provided a spectacular view all the same. The trail wound around through the woods, eventually transitioning from dirt to a finely paved road as one neared the foot of the formation. <br><br>The festival grounds were at the 'bosom' of the landscape, at the end of the long journey upwards. Up there was established a veritable tent city. Organizers refused to deface the landscape and so chose instead these simple accommodations. Tents of various sizes dotted the verdant landscape, many of them set up by different kingdoms as luxury shelters, while others offered food and revelry. The main tent was in the center of the festivities, a grand structure that seemed big enough to hold two armies side-by-side, with two more stacked atop those. Flaps in the top of the tent were open to let in ample sunlight during the day, but could be closed in ill weather. For the night, hundreds of torches and magic lamps were set up, allowing the place to be fully lit no matter what time people gathered. <br><br>An entire side of the tent was dedicated to feasting, boasting chefs from every nation, each offering their own delicacy. The other side encompassed one of the natural springs on the formation, providing revelers a place to swim and relax in the naturally heated water. The middle was a mixture between open space for milling about, seating at tables of various sizes, and seating on the floor in piles of comfortable pillows. In the dead center of the tent sat a small wooden stage and podium, where organizers could announce anything important that was happening, or would be about to happen.<br><br>As the guests enter the Feast grounds, they are directed to their personal tent and then allowed free reign to explore. Disputes may be settled anywhere at any time, as long as all participants agree. Traditionally, a contract is written up, agreed upon and signed by both parties, usually stating the representatives of each kingdom, terms of the dispute, and what goes to the winner. In this way, all 'official' matches have their agreement in writing for both nations. The Feast, aside from being an amazing experience, is a chance to send one's best fighters to gain them new territory or settle grudges.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>18-10-2014, 06:52:49</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://blog.friendster.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/Human-Warrior.png)</div></div></div><br>Dean had been brought along as a guard for the Prince of Leogarde, and as they rode up upon the breathtaking view of Fertile Valley, both of them were left stunned. Dean broke the silence. "Eros sure loves to show off, huh?" The pair laughed heartily, and rode on. They left their swords and weapons at the base of Fertile Valley, in the hands of trusted organizers of the Feast-such was the Leogarde tradition, symbolizing the walk of their founder, the great wizard Christopher. He traveled up a mountain to find the perfect spot for Leogarde, with no weapons and no beasts of burden to aid him. So every year, the champions of Leogarde climbed Fertile Valley disarmed and carrying only what they could on their backs.<br><br>Once they made it up the harrowing climb, Dean relaxed. Finally, they were here. The Feast was a legendary event, and it was his honor to be here, even if it was only a hanger-on for the Prince. The pair enjoyed a mug of ale together, a bond fast forming over their time together, before they broke off to enjoy the sights and sounds of the Feast.
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				Post by: <strong>Oldknight</strong> on <strong>18-10-2014, 16:41:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://soaringwingsblog.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/dissidia-firion.png)</div><br>The trip had been a rather uneventful one for the consul, the festival was the destination for Zach as it would be the ideal place to meet with other heads of state or important people from various places. He knew that when he meet with them he could work his way into situations that gave him the best chance to improve the situation of his homeland. The Altlantian leader was able to find that the roads were filled with colorful characters and people all the way from the boarder to the capital of Ardiana. It made the normally boring task of traveling the roads far less so, and that had been something that he had greatly enjoyed along the way. Also it was most likely interesting because he had not traveled yet to the area, as Consul or any other area either. As well as the fact it had been a very long time since he been to this city at all.<br><br>Zach was for once not wearing his traditional grab as the head of the Altlantian Kingdom. He had dressed rather casual for the day, wearing simple black pants and a long black shirt, both which were looser and somewhat hide his natural strong and capable body. He also had on a black bandanna which hide most of his white locks, with the exception of the long bit of white hair that was in a ponytail hanging out of the back of his bandana fitted with a simple piece or string to hold it together. As the Consul entered into town, he walked with confidence, both in how he walked, and the expression upon his face as he walked.<br><br>He soon found his tent, and checked it out, it seemed news that he was going to the festival had spread ahead of him. That wasn't a surprise for the Consul as he was decently well known as well as many of the people he had ran into along the trail most likely spread the news ahead, given those two things he wasn't surprised in the least. He set up the things he did have though in the tent making it more comfortable for himself to relax in or enjoy company in as well later on. Finishing up in the tent, he left quietly, he figured this was not the time to stay in that place. He had a mission to do while he was here, he had a simple but important purpose for his being here. First though he knew that he was going to need a understanding of the lay of the land as it were.<br><br>He knew the best way to figure things out was to simply listen to what was going on. He knew that if he were to listen to everything and read what he could read. He would figure out the plans for the festival. He did just this walking around listening to various people gathering information about just how things were going to work. He found the information to be rather interesting to say the least. He knew many disputes that his kingdom had with their neighbors, this would provide a fair and good way to path them up and work them out. He knew the type of fighting that it required and he knew that he was more then skilled enough to hold his own.&nbsp; He stood looking around his eyes scanning the area for anything of interest or anyone of interest at that moment in time.
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				Post by: <strong>NubianLegend</strong> on <strong>18-10-2014, 17:46:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1277.photobucket.com/albums/y492/SierraB312/2012-09-11_00037_zps9e31e418.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Fertile Valley, it wasn't his first time making such a trek to commemorate the festivities of Eros. He had come only twice before but those were different times, he was a different man--err boy. Once in his youth and once again a few years back, but that experience almost didn't count. Both times he was pleasantly surprised by the experience but only now could he fully appreciate the event unburdened from noble commitment. Even an act as enjoyable as lovemaking carried certain pressures when stakes were involved. For him, this was a matter of personal leisure, no-strings attached. He would enjoy the event as a guest as long as he could keep such a thing up--reasonably speaking. Overall, the feast of Eros was a blessing and much preferable to the old system,&nbsp; everyone could agree that much differences aside. <br><br>The masked man spent the later half of that morning in last minute preparation of the event. Hauling the little cargo he had through the majestically proportioned terrain. Though profits mostly uninterested him. He would bargain his merchandise for a nominal fee, payments could be arranged in the form of traditional currency, or sexual relations in some cases. His goods consisted of an assortment of liquors and aphrodisiacs, exports from the southern isles. There was of course the sought-after wonder plant of the isles that was all the rage in Ardania these days. Though the event held great importance in terms of the shift in power among groups and nations, in his honest opinion- the feast was an excuse for people to get hammered and bang their so-called enemies. It was more party than summit.<br><br>He had arrived at the "bosom" at around afternoon or so and set-up a booth not too far from his tent. It was there he would spend the majority of the evening. Setting up and eventually showcasing the wares.</span></span>
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				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>18-10-2014, 18:07:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.boomtron.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/MELISANDRElowres.jpg)</div><br>Iona had always been one for the open road, the splendor of nature, and the natural beauty of the world. Simple pleasures mostly forgotten by the more 'noble' houses of Ardania. The journey to the fertile valley was long, as the caravan had been nearly at the edge of Ardania. After nearly a month of travel, Iona and her second approached the foot of mountain in the valley. The priests of Eros were quick to disarm Iona and to explain the rules of the festival, though the pure, clean water of the springs had already caught Iona's eye and she drowned out the droning speech with thoughts of casting aside her dusty clothes and diving in. <br><br>As her mind snapped back to the reality at hand, she bowed her head to the priest and thanked him most heartily for her invitation to the festival. The pair approached the tent that had been reserved for Iona. It was shimmering in the beautiful sunlight of the Valley, and it almost made Iona's heart skip a beat. This place truly was the most beautiful she had ever been to. Realizing that she now had free reign, her earlier inclination came back, and she took off towards the pools of water, almost tearing her dusty traveling clothes off as she went.
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				Post by: <strong>Crasey</strong> on <strong>18-10-2014, 19:14:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/89DMpCX.png)</div><br>The Feast was of a more spiritual aim than political, for Pelira. The Court had little to no interest in winning territory, while the Lady herself was haunted by a lifetime of repression to be coped with. It was also a matter of pride to represent her people at a time when few were seen, to show that the elves had not vanished entirely and would not fail to at least have a presence at these proceedings. That was a political motive after all, she supposed.<br><br>Her tent was closed against the breeze, the sunlight through the reddened fabric casting a rosy hue on her light skin as she woke from the sorely needed rest that had followed her journey to the Fertile Valley. Slowly rising to her feet, shoulders stretching, she unfolded an elegant blue gown, her dress for this Feast. The fabric was thick and strong as a hard leather, yet flexible as cotton, and tailored to exacting standards. Suspended by a silver ring fastened around her neck and weighted to her hips by a loose chain belt set with emerald, the garb hugged and revealed her form like nothing else. She couldn't suppress a smile at the satisfying sensation. Such a simple pleasure would have once seemed hedonistic, a perversion befitting not even a prostitute, but a sex cultist. <em>Now look at the world,</em> she mused. <em>I was told there would be demons.</em><br><br>Pulling on the nearly shoulder-length gloves to complete this striking look, she lifted her arms high, stretching her shoulders with a sigh, and her rested eyes brightened as she strode directly out of the tent, startling both guards with the abruptness of her appearance. One began to apologize, but his voice was lost in the noise of the tents she passed amidst the grounds. She had stepped out intent on seeking one of the makeshift temples out of habit, yet she was tempted now by the scents of unfamiliar foods. Her entourage would have liked to offer something from home, of course, but she was here, in part, to experience the wider world, after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ardania ~ [IC Topic]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>18-10-2014, 19:15:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/20gd0ck.jpg)</div><br><strong>General Alicia Lockewind</strong><br><br>While the Fertile Valley was fairly centrally located in Ardania, it could still be quite a trek depending on where one was coming from on the continent. For Alicia, it had been a long week's ride in her heavy battle armor. Ardania was as near a utopia as it could get since the Erosian Revolution had instilled a 'free love' mindset in it's people, but man was still susceptible to greed, desperation, or necessity. So while conflict between nations was basically at an end, there were still bandits and monsters to be feared. Alicia had made the journey in her armor and with her sword at her side, just in case of attack. So it was with great relief when she finally entered the festival grounds and knew that wearing her armor had come to an end. <br><br>The tent they'd set up for her was quite luxurious, in her opinion. It was open, had a small stove with an ignis spell cast within it, a little magic flame flickering inside to keep the space warm. Exquisite rugs lined the ground to keep bare feet off the dirt and grass, while one corner held a table and chairs and another had a small bed. Much more than she'd been expecting. It was her first Feast of Eros in such a place and she had to admit she was a bit nervous, but the other generals at Cottswel had reassured her that she'd do just fine. She was here with their confidence. Alicia smiled to herself and set about finally ridding herself of her armor. It was about time.<br><br>Minutes later she stepped out of her tent, dressed in a manner much more provocative. She wore a blue sleeveless top with silver accents and a high white collar. It revealed more than it covered, dipping low to expose the majority of her overly ample bosom and open at the sides to offer flirty glimpses at her trim stomach. Behind, the shirt extended into something like a tailcoat, giving the outfit a bit of a formal flare. Below, she wore what could only be considered shorts. They were the same blue color and featured exquisite silvery designs the same as the top, the garment hugged her body like a jealous lover, revealing the sensual curve of her full hips and round posterior. In Alicia's opinion, she looked magnificent. She finished the outfit with boots, gloves, and a belt that held a small pouch at her left hip. In the pouch sat the contracts drawn up by her liege, the agreements he wanted her to try and fulfill. <br><br>Alicia started off, full of hope, excitement, and a smile on her face. 
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				Post by: <strong>Oldknight</strong> on <strong>18-10-2014, 21:11:33</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://soaringwingsblog.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/dissidia-firion.png)</div><br>As Marcus looked around, his eyes could see so many things from the point he was standing at. Of course he had choose to look around where he had just cause from his angle he would see much of the grounds around him and he could see a large amount of people as well. His eyes scanned the noble warriors and the beautiful females that were all around. With the number of beautiful females it was a treat for the eyes. He wasn't going to complain in the least, he noticed quickly a beautiful redhead of in one direction, as he looked at her he could tell somehow there was something rather different about her that he wouldn't normally see. There was something unique about the redhead, she wasn't the average woman, but what that uniqueness was he had no clue about. He figured that at some point he would have to go down and talk to the said redhead and figure out who she was. He figured he had time for that though.<br><br>He turned his head just a bit as his eyes picked up upon a dark haired beauty, one that had the most amazing curves he had perhaps ever seen. Given the tent that she came out of and the style of dress, he would guess she was a local. He figured he was going to have to have his dealings with her at some point as well. He knew that they had some disagreements about their border and they would most likely have to be worked out in a match. That could be most interesting and most fun for Zach as well as he figured it would be anything but boring at least. He then let his eyes move on once more, his eyes scanning over the group of people, when he noticed some movement from one of the tents, and then for some reason focused on that tent as he was curious. He watched the female elf walk out of the tent and was taken back, he thought the elves were all gone, he had never seen one before in his whole life.<br><br>The consul walked down towards the elf, his eyes focused on the blonde as he wanted to talk to an elf. It would be a interesting conversation he figured if nothing else. He noticed the woman had her protectors, a sign that most likely she was someone of some higher degree of importance. He walked up none the less unaffected by the guards who were around the blonde in the least. "My lady, I wish to meet you, for I have never meet one of your kind and just meeting a beautiful elf such as yourself is a great honor," he said ignoring the others around her. His tone showing his confidence in himself as he looked at her. "Now, please allow me to introduce myself, my lady, I am Zack Marques, the Consul of the Atlantian Republic, and is a great pleasure to meet you." <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ardania ~ [IC Topic]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>18-10-2014, 21:51:00</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://blog.friendster.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/Human-Warrior.png)</div></div></div><br>Dean had been wandering the Feast when he suddenly spied a beautiful woman in a blue and silver dress. <em>Damn, what I wouldn't give to have...oh wait, I'm here, that's right.</em> He strolled up confidently, admiring the woman's curves and her muscular figure. He himself had abandoned his shirt long ago, allowing him to show off his own muscles. "Hello there!" He said with a smile. He finally managed a good look at her face, as it had been blocked by the crowd. "Oh, you're General Lockwind, aren't you?" He asked. "I guess the nations really do send their best-your reputation proceeds you." He extended a hand. "Harold Dean, Captain of the Leogarde Honor Guard. A pleasure to meet you."
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				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>19-10-2014, 09:22:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/20gd0ck.jpg)</div><br><strong>General Alicia Lockewind</strong>, with <strong>Harold Dean</strong> and the <strong>Masked Man</strong><br><br>Alicia glanced over as the man called out to her. She didn't recognize his form, but she did recognize the name of his country. Laughing, she remarked, <em>"Ah, Leogarde! I believe that's practically the only territory my liege does not have some kind of border dispute with. Your King must be doing something right!"</em> Alicia smiled jovially and took up the offered hand, giving it a firm shake. <br><br><em>"Glad to meet you, Captain Dean. I wish you the best of luck at the Feast. I hope you don't mind if we walk and talk, it's my first time here and I'd like to get the lay of the land before things begin."</em> Alicia remarks, starting off again. She walks beside the guard captain, weaving through the throng of people arriving as well. Her eyes flitted from person to person, noticing the different nationalities represented. Some wore the crest of their nation, others simply the colors. Everyone seemed to be proud to represent where they were from. Aside from the dignitaries, leaders, and soldiers, there were also some nobles in the crowd. The lucky rich that managed to secure an invitation to the Fertile Valley for the Feast, either through money or connections. <br><br>Alicia's walk took her through what was becoming a marketplace, merchants setting up stalls on either side of the path and hawking their wares. Exotic goods from all over the country could be bought and sold here, a tidy profit for anyone savvy enough to take advantage. She paused momentarily, indicating to Dean the odd masked man selling wares. He had the dress of a warrior but was standing at a merchant stall. Overcome with curiosity, Alicia moved to the Masked Man's stall and looked over his wares. <em>"Good afternoon, ser. What are you selling here?"</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>19-10-2014, 11:43:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.friendster.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/Human-Warrior.png)</div><br>With General Lockewind and the Masked Man.<br><br>Dean smiled. "Ah, yes. Part of it's our lumber industry. Leogarde has few disputes because we control something so very vital." He would make a comment about how her King might be doing something wrong, but thought it best to keep that comment quiet. "Oh, I'd be happy to walk. My first time here to." He said, watching the many crests and banners of the nations. "So many nations...and we fight, because we do, but we're all able to get along." He mused. <br><br>The masked merchant was interesting, and Dean eyed the goods curiously. "I've never seen such things before..." He eyed one particular piece with greater interest then the rest. "All the highest quality. You must have many expert craftsmen among your nation." He said, smiling at the masked man.
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				Post by: <strong>Crasey</strong> on <strong>19-10-2014, 17:25:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/89DMpCX.png)</div><br><strong>Pelira Velamir</strong>, with <strong>Consul Zach Marques</strong><br><br>The man had relieved Pelira of her indecision, and her smile was more genuine for it, not unaided by the flattery. "An honored meeting, Consul," she spoke slowly yet brightly, with some lilt of the Elvish tongue of home. As her head bowed slightly in greeting, she noticed the Atlantean's build, like that of a traditional warrior despite his noble title and casual dress, and she cocked an eyebrow briefly before continuing, "You have come quite far, if I'm not mistaken. I am Pelira Velamir of the Hidden Court."<br><br>A barely conscious gesture ordered the pair of guards to stand back in respect to the foreign noble. They were much too nervous. <em>I must remember to give them... recreational leave while we are here,</em> she noted to herself, but kept her attention on the Consul. "It is not surprising that you should be unfamiliar with my people. Times have changed, to be sure. But for the good of Ardania, I believe."<br><br>The elf absently tugged on a glove, smoothing the wrinkles at the wrist while she studied the Consul further. He seemed young, perhaps, for his position, yet she feared it may be impertinent to ask directly how newly-reigning the head of the Republic was, so her question curved around it. "Have you come to the Fertile Valley before, Son of Atlantis?"
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				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>19-10-2014, 18:34:01</strong>
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				It dawned upon Iona that leaving a trail of clothing behind, along her path to the cool waters of the pool was probably not the best way to make an introduction. Of course, this dawned upon her after she was nude, in the waters, and had nothing left to change back into. Iona laughed under her breath at the ridiculous situation that she found herself in and a small smirk flashed across her face. She wondered just how she was going to make it back to her tent. She could streak across the festival grounds, running as quickly as she could, though that would certainly bring more attention to her than she would have liked, or she could sneak over and hide behind tents, stalls and the like, though the odds of a beautiful woman in the nude sneaking in the middle of the day were just as bad. Then a plan began to formulate... <br><br>Iona began to sing sweetly, and sensually, to herself as she bathed and floated in the pool. Like a siren her voice promised pleasure and satisfaction beyond the wildest imaginations of any poor fool that heeded the call. If she could seduce someone into retrieving some clothes for her, the problems would be solved, and maybe, just maybe, she would have an informant waiting in the camps.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ardania ~ [IC Topic]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NubianLegend</strong> on <strong>19-10-2014, 19:26:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1277.photobucket.com/albums/y492/SierraB312/2012-09-11_00037_zps9e31e418.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"> With <strong>General Lockewind</strong> and <strong>Harold Dean</strong><br><br>It wasn't long after setting up shop that the masked man began attracting some interest in the wares he arranged for display. These wares mostly consisted of flavored rums and tonics from isles. His booth sectional was well stocked with jars of varying colors and content. You could almost tell the flavor of the drink based on its corresponding colored fruit. Red for strawberry or watermelon. Yellow for pineapple or banana. Green for apple or kiwi.&nbsp; That sort of thing.&nbsp; Though labels certainly helped to distinguish things. Then there was the hard ciders and malt beer. These were in a category all to themselves. Hanging just above the periphery of the sectional were portions of the wonder plant in neatly wrapped transparent bundles. Each drink were worth 2 in gold(or some other currency) or that transaction could be bartered in other ways. The plant was valued in portions.&nbsp; It came in increments of 1 gram,&nbsp; 3 grams and of course a half-ounce for those who enjoyed an extended trip, which were priced roughly 2 gold per gram. <br><br>His product was such that it sold much on its own accord. Considering he wasn't much for showmanship, he found the prospect to his liking. More than anything he enjoyed observing the reactions of the crowd to his exotic product. More than closing on a transaction, seeing people enjoy themselves brought him some measure of personal comfort, similarly. <br><br>He could manage a word or two if necessary, especially when it pertained to a particular patron he found most interesting. One such patron happened upon his stand. <br><br>"Good afternoon, ser. What are you selling here?"<br><br>To which he replied. "All manner of things m'lady" The masked man soon stood to full height and approached offering his hand. "<strong>Maurice</strong>. You can call me that if you wish. This here is my stand for wares of the southern isles. Have you been to the isles before? I have all kinds of ciders and tonics, as well as the renown wonder plant of the isles. " His tone was clear and precise and quite deep, though a slight accent punctuated his speech. Another had spoken a word or two to him shortly after exchanging pleasantries with the scantily dressed woman. Going by the mans overall appearance and crest, he'd wager the man was from Leogarde. <br><br>&nbsp;"All the highest quality. You must have many expert craftsmen among your nation."&nbsp; He nodded addressing the man. "Nay, tis but myself. Everything you see before you, I fashioned based on brewery techniques of my ancestral nation. Ardania is my home. I'd like to share these treats with my newfound home. "<br><br>His attention diverting back to the woman who greeted him earlier as Ser. Maurice sensed that the woman was yearning for something of a fulfilling nature. "Is thirst the only passion you seek?" Maurice mused sheepishly though the mask made it difficult to discern any expression. He continued. "...Or perhaps you would find a thrill in unmasking the man you see before you. You wouldn't be the first."<br><br></span>
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				Post by: <strong>Oldknight</strong> on <strong>19-10-2014, 20:41:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://soaringwingsblog.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/dissidia-firion.png)</div>Consul Zack Marques with Pelira Velamir<br><br>The first bridge was crossed when he told the beauty his name and he introduced himself to the elf. He was curious naturally so, as he wanted to learn more about the elf, or observe more about the woman who he had greeted. He nodded his head as he heard her reply hearing her name along with who she represented. Pelira, he would have to remember that name, he made a mental note of it as put it away in to the back of his mind. He had for a moment forgotten that the guards were around the pair of them. He was sure that they were keeping a close and protective eye out for the elf, as she had the conversation. He could feel the looks they were giving to him at the moment, they most of been surprised that he had been bold enough to come up and talk to her. "It was a long trip, but it was a fun trip as well, so much to see and so much to do. There were many people who came to visit this place or the area that I ran into and learned a bit from about this all before I got here."<br><br>"Yes, things are always changing, and in this case for once the lack of any great wars or fighting isn't a bad thing at all," he said calmly as he looked at her. He was of course measuring her up a bit more now that he was closer to her then when he was on the hill. Of course, he also made sure to not make this so apparent that anyone could notice and hopefully, the elven woman wouldn't notice that he was checking her out at the moment as well. He wasn't sure if she would take offence to it or not, he didn't know her mentality about that at all. He thought of questions that he had in his mind at the moment but said nothing for a moment before he heard the question for himself.<br><br>"No, I have not been to this area before, I have recently taken command of my country, less then six months ago to be honest, and I hope to make this my first chance to meet the leaders of the other kingdoms who are all gathered here," he admitted honestly, seeing no reason what so ever to be dishonest. "I have a question, do elves have as long of life spans as they say in the legends," he asked directly figuring that was something that always seemed rather unreal, that a person could live for such a very long time. He had debated others on that subject but none had ever meet a elf to ask for the right answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ardania ~ [IC Topic]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crasey</strong> on <strong>20-10-2014, 01:54:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/89DMpCX.png)</div><br><strong>Pelira Velamir</strong>, with <strong>Consul Zach Marques</strong><br><br>The thoughts behind the man's nearly-casual glances around her body did not go unnoticed by Pelira, and her ego purred at the attention, but she kept her poise—at least until the question of elven longevity, though it was not the question directly that struck her so. "Well," she paused, her expression passing for a moment through sadness, "I will say that I remember a time before Eros, though I sorely wish I didn't."<br><br>The elf shook her head and broke her own tension by joking, "But I may yet die of hunger if I don't plunder one of these cooks' tents. Have you eaten, Consul?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ardania ~ [IC Topic]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oldknight</strong> on <strong>20-10-2014, 04:35:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://soaringwingsblog.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/dissidia-firion.png)</div>Consul Zack Marques with Pelira Velamir<br><br>Zach thought about the answer, it was true then, which was remarkable, cause by looking at Pelira, he wouldn't of ever guessed that she was that old. Then again, it only really reminded him of how little he knew of the other kingdoms and the other cultures that were in them. He smiled and then chuckled at her comments about food. "No, I haven't managed to get a meal in today either," he said with a nod of his head as he looked over at the elf. "I am sure there is plenty of different and unique food and taste stuff too, based on what I can smell at least."<br><br>He wondered if elves could hear better given their unique ears, it was a interesting thought, but he wasn't foolish enough to ask such a question. He figured most likely that Perlira would find it rude or insulting which would cause a problem and that would be a great way for the first interaction with someone from a different kingdom. His eyes scanned the area around himself and her looking for a place to eat. His eyes picked up on a sign, he was sure he figured it was a common mess area. "Well follow me, I think I found something to save you from starvation," he said with a smile on his lips before he led Pelira towards the tent.<br><br>He slipped into the tent, and saw that there was in fact plenty to eat in the place, some people were already gathered eating food, that looked like it was grilled, most likely nearby as the tent even had a slight smoke smell about it. "Well, if the stories are true, your diets are rather different then humans, so this meal should be interesting for you I think," he mused as he looked over at Pelira, knowing that having something barbequed might be very different then any meals she would normally have. Yet, he was sure if she wanted to eat her normal food she would be out looking for food and would be eating with her own kind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ardania ~ [IC Topic]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>20-10-2014, 14:17:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/20gd0ck.jpg)</div><br><strong>General Alicia Lockewind</strong>, with <strong>Harold Dean</strong> and the <strong>Masked Man</strong><br><br>Alicia briefly lost herself in looking over the Masked Man's wares, the exotic array of products capturing her imagination. It was only when he stuck his hand out that she'd come to attention. She looked up and smiled, reaching out and grasping his wrist in the Cottswel tradition. It was an old way of shaking hands going back to before the Erosian Revolution, and still practiced in her home. One would grasp the wrist of another and shake, as opposed to the hand. In this way, one could be sure the other person wasn't carrying a hidden blade. At the Masked Man's proposal, she let out a shy little laugh and smiled.<br><br>"I admit to some intrigue as to what is behind the mask, yes. It is certainly unusual to see as masked merchant. I'm sure Captain Dean is equally curious, so you've got two of us to impress now." Alicia grinned playfully at the merchant. She also wanted to ask why he was masked to begin with, but thought it might be rude to pry too much. She was a stranger to everywhere but Cottswel and thought she'd better be on her best behavior, lest she cross some cultural boundary. "Though I'm certain you won't reveal yourself to me for free," said said, teasing playfully. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ardania ~ [IC Topic]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>20-10-2014, 19:20:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.friendster.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/Human-Warrior.png)</div><br>With General Lockewind and the Masked Man.<br><br>Dean had brought a little money, so he tossed two gold down and grabbed a strawberry bottle. He uncorked it and sniffed it. "Not bad..." Then a sip. "You sir, are an exemplar of your craft. Thank you for bringing me here, Lockewind." He smiled at the whole 'unmasking the man' idea. "Well, you can't unmask what doesn't want to be unmasked. Usually. So if you're going to try, I would suggest bringing everything you have to the table." He said, chuckling as he did so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ardania ~ [IC Topic]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NubianLegend</strong> on <strong>21-10-2014, 07:28:12</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=215801.msg10611236#msg10611236">Quote from: MissFire on 20-10-2014, 14:17:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/20gd0ck.jpg)</div><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1277.photobucket.com/albums/y492/SierraB312/2012-09-11_00037_zps9e31e418.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"> With <strong>General Lockewind</strong> and <strong>Harold Dean</strong><br><br>When the lady officer extended her hand to him he didn't know quite what to make of it until he got a better look of her, then it all came together. "From Cottswell, I see. Then you must be General Lockewind. I've heard rumors of your..." he paused that train long enough so that she felt his next words. "...legendary stamina. It's a pleasure." &nbsp;And so he took hold her wrist in the way she presented, firm to grip he was, but he didn't just stop there. Peering down from the slits in his mask, his eyes carefully registered every detail of the woman's face. Sizing her up, he knew that everything he heard about her were indeed true. <br><br>Certainly the rumors of her exploits had reached outside her own borders, but they were just unsubstantiated tales, or so he had thought. Now she knew that he knew, such a thing might have been enough to conjure up feelings of embarrassment in most, arousal in others or some medium of the two in her situation. "Miss Lockewind" The masked man beamed with enthusiasm at her suggestion. He had a preposition of his own he wanted to run by her. <br><br>"If you wish, you can come to my tent and I'll show you everything." &nbsp;His arm was still locked in with hers for what seemed like an awkward amount of time , he wanted to pull her body closer and let gravity handle the rest but he didn't need to. He put his intentions out there in the clearest terms possible. He was almost certain she would come back, if not to have her curiosities satisfied. <br><br>If he had his way, he'd have his way with her. That was the kind of man he was.&nbsp; There was only one reason why he'd invite her to his tent and it wasn't to shake wrists.&nbsp; <br><br>"Here." The man broke the hold to resume business with the gentleman who purchased one of his bottles.&nbsp; "This one's on the house. " He tossed Lockewind a small bag containing a gram sized portion of the wonder plant inside. "You know how to use it?" </span>
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