The Accords of the Four Realms
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				Title: <strong>The Accords of the Four Realms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ignavus</strong> on <strong>08-08-2017, 08:36:12</strong>
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				<div align="center">~Important Links~<br>OOC Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=272735.0)<br>Character Submission Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=272207.0)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>~The War of Three Realms~</strong></span></div><br>It had all started at the summer solstice, normally a time of joy and merriment for most of the races of the mortal realm. In some places there were strange reports, things spontaneously catching fire or going missing, strange cracks in walls that dissipated in an instant. For a short time no one understood what was causing the strange phenomenon, then the rifts opened. Great gaping chasms of swirling energy, before any of the mortal kingdoms could react angels and demons started pouring through the portals. At first the mortals thought the two forces were together, but before long reports of fighting between angels and demons came through as well. Almost overnight several of the smaller kingdoms fell apart, some of the former nobility having even sworn themselves to their new overlords. As soon as word reached the Kingdom of Dragons the armies were assembled and the dragons flew on wings ready for war. The dragons arrived in the kingdom of Rosenhope, one of the only kingdoms that managed to hold off the invaders. <br><br>From Rosenhope the dragons led a joint force of mortals against the invasion, little ground was gained, and that which was had been paid for in blood several-fold. As the leaves began to die and fall from the trees, it was clear the lines had been drawn and no one was going to give any ground, forces were gathering and everyone was expecting a climactic battle. Instead nothing happened, the war-front went cold, behind the scenes the Fae organized a cease fire, only the fae know why they decided to intervene. Now as the snow began to fall the details for the peace talks had all been hammered out and the representatives were being sent to a secluded location for the final talks.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>~The Four Realms Accord Hall~</strong></span><br>(http://i.imgur.com/Q9NbTYA.jpg?1)</div><br>A dwarven palace in the mountain kindoms to the east, far removed from the war front, nestled atop one of the highest mountains in the mortal realm. A mountaintop fortress used as the last fall back for one of the wealthier dwarven kings, the base had been left mostly abandoned for centuries. When there were rumors of peace talks though the dwarves quickly cleaned the ancient palace and offered it for a nominal fee. It's hard to reach location made it a perfect place to hold the talks, it would be near impossible for anyone to sneak themselves away from the grounds and the fortress was easily defensible in case anyone tried to run a rescue mission.<br><br>If one has wings and skill arrival at the keep is easy enough, for those without that luxury though they had to enter into the mountain at it's base. Taking a long journey through dark tunnels that went all through the interior of the mountain, most would likely come by carriage as the journey could take several hours. At the top of the mountain there was a palace of superb dwarven craftsmanship, naturally heated the palace remains cozy in even the coldest of seasons and even during the warm seasons atop the mountain the warmth is still well needed. The keep had a grand hall where one entered, in times long past grand feasts had been hosted&nbsp; there. The rooms were all grandly decorated and had all the amenities the mortal realm had to offer. There were even training grounds originally intended for the barracks of guards the keep could house. Now this would be the site of potentially the most important meeting since the creation of all four realms.<br><br><div align="center">-------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><br>The dragon prince had arrived several days ahead of the rest of the representatives, he had helped to organize the multi-realm force that would be watching over the peace talks. Ruurik had been indignant about having to take the tunnels up, he was still sore over the loss of his wings, the way not having them limited him was a constant point of frustration. The half-dragon often wondered if the angels had already been planning their invasion when they had taken his wings, he would have started a war himself if he'd had that power. Instead the wounded prince got a chance to recuperate, the wounds to his pride only festering as his physical injuries healed. When the angels poured through the rifts Ruurik was one of the first to volunteer to lead the dragon forces against them, his request was denied, the older dragons questioning his ability to effectively lead from the ground. Instead the disgraced prince was put in charge of a ragtag band assembled from the kingdoms that had already fallen, a motley assortment of humans, orcs, and goblins; to add further insult to injury he was placed on the demon front.<br><br>Ruurik made a name for himself in the early days of the war, what his unit lacked in cohesion they made up for in ferocity and determination, and the dragon prince was at the head of every charge. When the cease fire had first been called Ruurik had been suspicious that it was some ploy to get the dragons to let their guards down, instead he was recalled and his unit reassigned to one of his younger half-siblings.&nbsp; Instead of being on the warfront ready to plunge back into the fray he had been put on security detail for the accords, it didn't take long for Ruurik to realize what was going on. After all he saw who was to attend the meetings, and his name was top of the list, Ruurik was convinced his father was planning to use the accords to get better ground, and then he would sacrifice his eldest son, the son who was stupid enough to get himself mutilated for some tryst he had thought was love.<br><br>Today was when the rest of the delegations were supposed to be arriving, although there weren't any direct times for when the representatives would be arriving. The premises had been heavily warded to prevent anyone from being able to use magic to enter the premises unknown to the guards, even teleportation magic wasn't able to be used within the confines of the mountain. There was no formal schedule for the peace talks, the representatives would be here as long as it took, or until the war resumed around them. Ruurik was of the opinion that the talks would be of little use, the mortal realm was for mortals, and the dragons of course, he wouldn't be happy until their was a full withdrawal of angelic and demonic forces. Ruurik found himself questioning why the Fae had petitioned for these meetings in the first place, what did they hope to gain by getting involved in this conflict. The best Ruurik hoped from this event was to possibly draw the Fae in on their side of the war, with the magic of the fae and the strength of the dragons the prince had no doubt they would be able to drive off the invaders. <br><br>Ruurik wanted nothing more to be back on the battlefield, he'd prefer his blade taste angel blood but slaughtering demons was helping him get out his aggression well enough. Instead the prince was in a castle at the end of the world, getting ready to sacrifice himself for a series of pointless peace talks. The half dragon would not let himself grow soft in his seclusion though, instead he had been training in the covered training hall deep in the fortresses interior. With the arrivals suspected sometime this day Ruurik had given the servants explicit instructions to find him after the first guests arrived, the servants would likely direct the newcomers to their rooms first, although anyone who thought to ask would be led to the half-dragon training in his full battle regalia and shield, hacking at dummies from behind his shield.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accords of the Four Realms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>08-08-2017, 16:10:09</strong>
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				(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/9c/91/99/9c91993185da4c865044fc868c776323.jpg) Lilith flew high over the mortal realm, she was beginning to think she might be lost, the problem was everywhere was covered in snow. So finding a rather remote palace on a range of mountains was not one of her best skills. Fortunately the Demon Prince of her house and her father had some underling make her a map.<br><br>She glanced down at the scrap of paper in her hand, in the other she carried much like one would carry a purse her imp Phenex. Ah! She recognized the mountain range from the map as the one she was now crossing, she began her decent from the higher and warmer air currents to below the cloud line and into the frigid air of the mountains. The wind whipped at her purple locks and she shivered. If only she was back in her tower in the Demon Realm. That was a thousand times better then going to these peace talks with angels of all things. Her lips curled with disgust at the thought of trying to be peaceful with those pompus windbags.<br><br>Lilith finally spotted the dwarf palace, flapping her wings she soared over the gateway, an open roof building looked to be a safe landing spot for her and so beating her wings slowly, Lillian landed her green stiletto boots clicking gently as she landed gracefully on the tiled floor of the aviary. Folding her wings behind her, Lilith unceremoniously dumped Phenex on the ground as an attendant rushed in. "Lilith Bloodhammer" she announced full of her own self importance. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accords of the Four Realms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikangKaori</strong> on <strong>08-08-2017, 19:14:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Valsefiel, Harvestor of Finality</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/aa/21/0d/aa210df853da5f4f911a44090f608434--arch-angels-female-warriors.jpg)</div></div><br>Clouds shifted across her wings, swirling and intertwining both far below and far above. The sun gilded the gentle tops of this massive misty clouds, the varieties of colors blushing and as innocently pure as the color of all four of her wings. Her feathers, like silken steel, shifted in the changing crisp wind, her gold hair secured tightly both under her hood and in three bands after that. Nothing was more distracting than long hair when flying, and as a being used to having control over every aspect of herself, the long hair was chained and bound, fastened to her as she flew. While it might be frivolous, she just could bear cutting it, even if it was a nuisance. <br><br>Flying among the giant colors in the alighted sky, she shifted her wings and spiraled downwards, diving like a hawk but with far more glittering flare. The sun gleamed off her gold, silver and steel armor. Closing her eyes as she spiraled, a small smile crossed her face. If there ever was peace in her volatile being, it was this. Flying. She had to get the most of it while she could, for these peace talks would lock her inside and keep her from this small freedom. Her eyes opened, her mouth sobering into its usual small stern frown. Her wings opened and she was jerked back by the wing, halting her free fall.<br><br>Valsefiel, Harvestor Of Finality. Yes, she was a warrior. This weakness of curiosity that kept her gold eyes scanning over the land below would have to be quelled. Being a younger angel, she should mature quickly so she could overtake the others of her kind more efficiently. But orders of the mind often were ignored by the heart.&nbsp; Alone, with no one to scrutinize her, she could allow herself small relaxations in her usually regimented ways. <br><br>Below, the sight of the snow covered palace etched in the stone of the mountain made her circle in the air, taking it all in with both a cunning mind and curious eye. It was hideous. It was beautiful. Palaces should be made of glorious light and cloud and air and energy. Yet this was strong and surely as intimidating as anything she was used to. To move and shape that much stone. Mystifying it was to her angelic mind. Her kind was superior in every way, of course, but it was a fascinating mystery as to how creatures so squat, short and ugly (for the description of ‘dwarves’ were depicted as extremely an unattractive race) could ever make anything so beautiful out of something as immovable as a mountain.<br><br>The gleaming angel high in the sky glided down with the power of all four of her great wings. She gracefully maneuvered with little difficulty down to the guarded entrance of the superbly craved and etched doors. At her full height, she loomed over humans and fae, usually standing face to face with the largest of demon warriors, but the angel was considered small for her kind. Though through no fault of her own, mind you. Her kin were greedy when it came to energy, even as another of their kind was being birthed by light and sky.<br><br>Righting her otherwise perfect image, no hair out of place, she held herself with ethereal confidence, gilded and gleaming in glory. Valsefiel tipped her head back a bit haughtily. Yes, this sort of entrance suited one of her magnificent angelic kind. Her wings resting behind her back, she entered the hall the door opened too. It was warm, if a bit dark. But then again she was used to brilliant light gilding everything. Not even the ‘dwarves’ could master the art of binding light into every corner of their wondrously crafted walls. The armor of her heeled shoes, to give both height and an intimidating sound as she walk, the angel sauntered with grace and fluid splendor to her quarters as directed.<br><br>Looking about the room, she raised a brow. Well, it was by no means anything she was used to, but it seemed to hold more comfort than the stone carved bed she had been expecting. After all everything here seemed to be made of stone. It would do. At least they had taken her height in account and not given her a room originally intended for one of those short almost mythical ‘dwarves’. The tapestries were ornate, the bed large and plush, and everything seemed to be in order for her arrival. Highly efficient of them, though there was nothing familiar in this room. Well, no matter. On to the next exploration. <br><br>“I would like to be directed to the foremost meeting of the other delegates,” she spoke in words that were polite, if a bit distant and authoritative. The creature she looked down on, without so much as a tilt of her head, stepped forwards and motioned for her to follow. Yes, very efficient. This was not going to be as barbarically horrendous as she thought. Oh, small graces. It would help soften the distaste of having to mingle with lesser creatures, at the very least. <br><br>To her surprise, she was brought to a training area. A dragon kind tackling the targets with power and prowess one would expect from the brutal force of their race. She was rather glad it was a training ground, the familiar territory putting her at ease far more than some political meeting room. Standing with her hands behind her back, looking over the reptilian humanoid with an analyzing eye, it was rather refreshing to be able to examine the creature without the edge of having to make sure his weapons didn’t end up denting her armor. But then, upon closer inspection, she realized that he was just an inch taller than her. She pressed her lips together, dissatisfied with the discovery.   <br><br>“You must be the said Dragon Prince Ruurik of the mortal realm,” her voice was clear and calm, radiating the heat from the voice although the words were spoke with distant disinterest, “You’ve quite the reputation, as far as those of the mortal realms are considered. Even I have knowledge of you.” A compliment or an insult? It was always hard to distinguish with Valsefiel, though her meanings were usually somehow both, despite others always taking her just as a usual condescending angel. Just as she thought this palace barbaric and ugly to her angelic tastes, it was also beautiful and wonder-striking to her lack of experience. Her double meanings were never insincere or untruthful, however. As an angelic warrior she did not stoop to the ways of demons and their blatant false ways.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accords of the Four Realms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>diarmuid</strong> on <strong>08-08-2017, 19:23:52</strong>
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				<div align="center">Ah, war! Such an interesting and sudden turn of events. With the angels and demons invading the mortal realm, all eyes had been on the massing armies staking their claim on the nearly helpless mortal kingdoms. As with all things, the Fae had watched and whispered to each other. Many Fae, especially those of the Seelie court, had become rather fond of mortals. They played with them, invited them into their realm through rings made of mushrooms, and sometimes even stole mortal children and replaced them with their own. Losing such a place was surely undesirable. The thought of a cease fire first came from the Seelie Fae, but the Unseelie court was quick to agree. Representatives were sent, and slowly the armies were convinced to take a moment to gather together and begin peace talks.<br><br>Upon hearing the terms for these talks, Catriona had volunteered to represent the Unseelie court in the upcoming debates. She rather liked mortals herself, and she was immensely fond of challenges. If this, getting the armies of Heaven and Hell to retreat from their hold on the mortal realms, was not a challenge then Catriona would have to find a new hobby. The Seelie court offered up their representative as well, and then Catriona had set out.<br><br>She got her experiments and books in order and had them shipped off to the mortal realm, on schedule to arrive a day or so before she would. And then, she waited. The palace itself was warded against teleportation, yes, but she knew where the wards ended. On the arrival date, she conjured her illusory form and simply appeared several hundred feet above the dwarven palace. She descended slowly, and took the time to watch the snow fall around her. She did not feel the cold around her, and some part of her still ached at her loss of feeling.<br><br>She landed in an aviary where a rather scantily clad demoness had landed a few moments before her. "Good morning," she greeted, "I am Catriona Ó Caoimháin mac Ruaidhrí and I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Lilith Bloodhammer." She bowed, grateful that she had gotten close enough to hear the name in time. She hoped to be on friendly terms with as many people as she could while she was here.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accords of the Four Realms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>harvey</strong> on <strong>09-08-2017, 00:25:27</strong>
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				At first the thought of treading through snow and making his way up to the highest mountain seemed dreary. The temperature was low and the mountains were covered in trees as far as the eye could see. However, when he started walking ,Ronan found it to be far more enjoyable than he had assumed. He had already been attacked in the thicker and darker parts of the forest by mortals who called themselves "Hill bandits". Sadly they hardly put up much of a fight. Though Ronan had to admit it was kind of interesting to watch them try and take his valuables, the experience was only ruined by how easily they died, mortals seemed freakishly soft to him. Later on when he got closer to the palace he was attacked by a beast twice his size with thick fur as white as snow. He hadn't the slightest clue what it was and simply called it snow beast.<br><br>It managed to give Ronan an interesting fight but still went down eventually. After the battle, the demon prince continued to tread through the snow, his left hand dragging the corpse of the snow beast twice his size. Any trees unfortunate enough to be in his direct path were simply swatted away like flies by his right hand. What seemed like an effortless swat from Ronan was powerful enough to uproot a full grown tree and send it flying out of his path. By then Ronan was quite close to the palace so the sound of trees falling could be heard by the guards. The intimidating sounds grew louder as Ronan drew closer. Some palace guards mistook the sound of falling trees and were under the impression that it was the sound of an army marching towards them. Without hesitation the palace guards had prepared their crossbows and aimed them in the direction of the loud noise, warriors who didn't use crossbows stood ready to charge at the first sight of enemy forces. <br><br>The last tree obscuring Ronan from sight was quickly swatted out of the way by his large right hand. Ronan could now clearly see the palace and the guards clearly saw him which put them at ease, allowing them to hilt their weapons for now. The menacing figure that was Ronan continued to draw a trail of blood through the white snow as he dragged the snow beast behind him. Ronan had no idea that other animals had noticed the blood trail he left from dragging around the snow beast,Wolves could be heard howling and congregating in the safety of the forest. Most likely trying to locate the dead animal leaving behind all that blood.<br><br>The palace guards quickly opened the gates allowing him to enter, a few steps after Ronan entered the gates small mortals offered to lead him to his room. Moments before Ronan and his guide entered the actual palace, Ronan heard a voice addressing him. "You won't be bringing that in will you?" One of the dwarfs shyly asked while gesturing towards the extremely large corpse. The dwarf was in no mood to watch the large demon draw trails of blood all over the palace. Ronan's red eyes glared at the short creature for a moment before a subtle smile formed on his face. <strong>"Its my lunch and my fur coat."</strong> Ronan answered the dwarf in a deep yet smooth tone. It became clear to the dwarf that there was no way to avoid the palace becoming a bloody mess, so Ronan was allowed to continue dragging the corpse to his room in order to be skinned later. The dwarf slowly shook his head when he looked back at the mess. <strong>Where's the kitchen around here?</strong> Ronan's calm and deep tone spoke once more, interrupting the dwarf's train of though. The dwarf quickly lead the demon to the kitchen where Ronan began devouring anything he could get his hands on. He would have asked where the others were but Ronan wasn't in a rush to see any angels unless they were uttering final words.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accords of the Four Realms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>09-08-2017, 07:59:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c4/28/dd/c428ddf438ca14641b1655405ab71a12--fantasy-men-pretty-men.jpg)</div> <br>Argon could have used a trod or his Arts of Wayfare to arrive at the Dwarven Hold but that would mean bypassing any chance to meet people or experience anything meaningful. As it was, the trip was quiet for the most part; who would be stupid or desperate enough to attack the envoy of the Fae when they came seeking to create a peace accord that would most likely save them from being enslaved by angel choir or demon horde?<br><br>His destrier Khyaman was a solid horse and had been with him in many battles, now he was just plodding in the snow and making complaining noises about the cold. Argon was fairly positive he was chosen for this assignment because the King was getting a little worried about his growing powers and accomplishments. This was a suicide mission. He was going to be surrounded by the very beings that wanted to tear each other apart and do what with them? Explain to Angels that it wasn't right to kill people or take over their lands; he was pretty sure they'd gotten over that when they killed people and tried to take over their lands. Argon wasn't exactly positive what excuses they made for themselves as some kind of justification. The demons just wanted the land, they didn't exactly have a moral compass that precluded slaughter, rape or pillaging; conquest was in their nature. His only possible allies here were those from the Mortal Realm and by that it really meant the dragons. <br><br>To come to some actual accord would be highly unlikely. Usually diplomacy was a stalling tactic to allow everyone to regroup and possibly gather intelligence about their enemies and seek out some allies who were sitting on the proverbial fence. To think there wasn't going to be bloodshed during these talks was nigh impossible. All the delegate races involved could never be described as...humble or demure. All of them were powerful, arrogant and more. If he survived this mission it would be amazing, but Argon didn't think for a moment he was going to succeed. He would do his best because he just didn't understand not approaching a task in any other way. If its worth doing, its worth doing right. He just felt comforted by the Fay wrought items he wore.<br><br>When the Dwarf Hold came into view he had to snort. 'Leave it to a Dwarf to charge for something like a peace meeting.' he shakes his head. It was a picturesque enough palace, dwarves always did good stonework. His entourage grumbled very quietly in the back when once again they just didn't use their Arts to get to the top. They were diplomats and he was a warrior. He liked to know his surroundings and if that meant a few hours in tunnels where he could take in his surroundings then they would plod along for another few hours.<br><br>When they got to the top he stopped any fanfare with a wave of his hand. When he saw the suite of rooms that were to be his he immediately traded with his top adviser who had a much more spartan room without all these luxuries. It was enough for practice and meditation, that was good enough. After getting settled he would go out and see who else had arrived.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accords of the Four Realms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PineTheFae</strong> on <strong>09-08-2017, 16:41:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ru.iwall365.com/iPhoneWallpaper/640x960/1309/Art-fantasy-girl-feeding-squirrel-in-garden_640x960_iPhone_4_wallpaper.jpg)</div><br><em>The heat had been overwhelming, normally on a festival day she would have been with her brothers seeking out adventure in the blossoming countryside. Instead she found herself idled by the unnatural weather, having spent much of the day shaded to save her crown of flowers from wilting. Surrounded by beauty and laughter, even as the sky began to change no one suspected that anything could be wrong in the world. On the first day it had just seemed as something out of a dream, one that over the course of hours and days had turned into a nightmare. </em><br><br>“Princess, we are approaching.” Gentle words along with a hand upon her shoulder drew Josephine out of her half dream. Yawning sleepily, the princess half shifted out of the furs that had become much too warm now that they travelled in the embrace of the mountain. Though the inside of the coach was comfortable enough while out in the winter air, the close quarters had become stuffy and oppressive since she had drifted off. It didn’t help that the captain of her personal guard had insisted on locking down the carriage ever since they had begun to pass through the various army encampments surrounding the structure to which they now ascended.&nbsp; Aleric’s paranoia could not stop her now as she opened the window closest to her to try and evacuate the stale air, drawing back the curtains she got her first look at the Dwarven Keep’s entrance. Beyond the paintings of her youth, she had never seen such craftsmanship before and found herself grateful to have the chance to witness it, not to mention live within its halls as long as necessary. Even though the last few months had been full of places she had previously never been and people she never dreamed of meeting, the magnitude of the whole affair had yet to lose its marvel to the young princess.&nbsp; <br><br>Sparked when the dragons had first appeared to help fend off the invading forces, curiosity had been just one of many pressing reasons she had volunteered to be the voice of her people. While the dragons and their troops had been a great boon to the dwindling forces that protected her kingdom, King Vincent Rosenhope had been adamant that they would not stand alone in representing the Mortal Realm. As the carriage drew to a stop at the keep’s mighty doorstep, Josephine felt the same nervous fear as the day she had stood before the Dragon Court, bringing voice to her father’s desires to be part of the peace accords. None of the other human kingdoms had sought out such terms, though whether it was because they had been wiped out or enslaved she could not know for sure. Still, her surprise had been genuine when the Dragon King had allowed the request to be granted, a bittersweet victory when coupled with the realization that it was likely a formality at best, and a death sentence at worst. Proud to serve her kingdom no matter what the cost, it was too late to go back now regardless. <br><br>Aleric himself opened the doors to the carriage, extending a hand to assist Josephine as she stepped out onto the stonework pathway. Clearing the way for her attendants to begin unpacking, she caught a glimpse of another entourage being escorted away before they disappeared into the keep. Concerned that they had already made a bad impression the Princess began to ramble anxiously, “Are we late, Aleric? I didn’t think the storms had affected our arrival time, but perhaps I was mistaken. Oh no, what if they’ve already begun? Should we hurry?” <br><br>“Worry not M’lady, the others have only just begun to arrive.” It was not Aleric that responded, but a dwarven attendant that had appeared quite suddenly to greet the newcomers. Josephine sighed in relief despite her surprise at his appearance, the Dwarves had never directly done business with Rosenhope before so this was yet another first for her. But the attendant didn’t seem to notice her analyzing gaze as he began to carry on the chatter in her place, directing where bags should be placed and instructing the coach driver on where to bring both horses and carriage until such time as they would be needed again. Aleric had vanished from her side to give new orders to the handful of knights that had guarded them on their journey, another dwarf appearing in his place to guide the princess to her quarters. Fascinated by the architecture, she almost stumbled over the dwarf when their course was abruptly hauled at the what she imagined was the entrance towards the sleeping quarters. “Ah, forgive me M’lady but it appears there is a bit of a mess to be tended to, if you would be so kind as to wait in the great hall we will fetch you shortly.” <br><br>Josephine felt a lump in her throat as she raised her eyes to the so called mess before they could usher her away, she couldn’t imagine the cause for such a huge trail of blood. Had the others already begun to fight amongst themselves? Startled by the thought, she spent so much time worrying over the matter that she almost didn’t notice her dwarven escort slipping away after depositing her in the great hall, “Wait, where are the others?” She tried to ask, but he was already gone, leaving her at the end of a long table in the seemingly empty room. Head swimming with presumptions and worst case scenarios, the Princess scoffed in frustration and began to restlessly pace down the length of the room, grumbling to herself, “Well, now what?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accords of the Four Realms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>10-08-2017, 19:03:07</strong>
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				(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/9c/91/99/9c91993185da4c865044fc868c776323.jpg) "The pleasure's all mine" Lilith purred,&nbsp; the succubus stepped forward, her emerald dress swirling around her bear legs, for a succubi the way they dressed was their amour, and Lilith had gone above and beyond to look as utterly sexy as possible, the dress she has chosen after several days scrutinizing every garment she had, was a mid thigh emerald number, with a choker like neck clasp, the dress was backless the material only meeting to cover her toned buttocks. The front, exposed more then was necessary of her amble breast and fell down to her thighs, on one side, there was a split reaching up to the waist line, there fore flashing a good part of her legs as well. Overall the outfit screamed easy but Lilith pulled it off with barely a blink of her eyelashes. <br><br>She took hold of the unsuspecting fae's shoulders and planted an open mouth kiss on her lips, after all the plan she had was an oldie, and a goodie, find the strongest party, get into bed with them. Get them to declare there undying love for her, which was basically like selling their soul and give Lilith and the fellow demons everything they wanted.&nbsp; She pushed a tiny amount of her power through the kiss and into the fae. Lilith was testing the waters of Catriona's power to see if there was anything of interest in this being. Lilith was in no rush to find anyone in charge, she was more then willing to hunt out each individual candidate, and pounce on them, much as she had pounced upon Catriona. As for rooms, she would be of course in the bed of who ever was winning, so why did she need her own?<br><br>Pridefull as she was for one of her kind Lilith was really more of a lover then a fighter, throughout the war she had snuck into the different encampments and weaved her spell of seduction on mortal and dragon and fae alike, male or female. She would be bragging if she said none had resisted her. Some had, Lilith had even enjoyed the chase, but she always got her target. She inwardly sighed she truly had reached the end of her provincial rope. The Demon Prince had made a blood sworn oath, that if she got them the lands they wanted, he would find her a suitable male and let her settle down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accords of the Four Realms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>diarmuid</strong> on <strong>10-08-2017, 22:12:06</strong>
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				<div align="center">The demoness purred in a voice sweeter than honey and stepped forwards, and Catriona nearly forgot that she didn't have to breathe. She had made the connections. Demons were not completely unpredictable in the way they presented themselves, and Catriona had done her share of research when she had been preparing for this meeting. She had absolutely no doubt that this woman was a member of House Lilith, most likely a succubus or a cambion of sorts. Still, suddenly being pulled into a deep kiss was still unexpected. It was surprising enough that for a moment, she nearly succumbed to Lilith's clever little charm.<br><br>However, being an undead lich had its perks. When she had been alive, she would have fallen for Lilith's ploy hook, line, and sinker. Without the charming magic, even! But now, her body and any desires that had come with it had withered away. Any love Lilith could capture her in would have to be stronger than lust or any simple charm she could conjure up. Still, it was a decent effort. It certainly gave Catriona a better idea of what Lilith hoped to achieve in this place.<br><br>"I'm sorry, my dear," she laughed, "for the cold lips. I could create the illusion of body heat, if I so desired, but I'm afraid I didn't take that precaution for my arrival today." She waved a hand and for a moment, her illusion flickered. Lilith would get a brief glimpse of glowing eye sockets and gleaming white teeth, and then she would again see a grinning elf. "You will certainly have to try harder than that, darling. You are, of course, welcome to try as many times as you wish. It would make a fun game, though I warn you I'm not known for my losing streak."<br><br>She removed herself from Lilith's grasp for the moment and turned to a dwarven attendant that had rushed out. "I'm certain you heard my name, did you not?" she asked, then continued on when the attendant nodded, "Good. Has my luggage been taken to my room?" The attendant nodded quickly again, and Catriona began to wonder if she had possibly scared the poor thing with her true form. Some of the mortals could be so fragile, she hoped it wasn't the case. "Good, good," she murmured and took a moment to think to herself. Where should she start?</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accords of the Four Realms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ignavus</strong> on <strong>11-08-2017, 03:40:34</strong>
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				When the first of the servants had come to Ruurik to inform him that the "guests" had begun to arrive he assumed he would have some time while they settled in. So when the voice rang out it surprised the dragon, not enough to shatter his concentration but enough for him to not hold himself back against the wooden dummy. The shield bash he had aimed at the wooden target caused it to snap cleanly off the peg and go flying across the training room before bouncing off a wall and falling to the ground. Ruurik tracked the dummy just long enough to make sure that no one was going to get injured by it, as it skidded to a stop on the ground he whistled and an attendant rushed out to help Ruurik remove the heavy plate armor. The heavier armor was something Ruurik was still getting used to, before he lost his wings the dragon prince wore light armor exclusively so as not to hamper his flying. Without the wings the added protection was useful, although Ruurik was mildly annoyed by how much effort it took to don and remove the armor though, he was glad he was able to get his stamina in the armor up before the war had broken out.<br><br>"Sorry I hadn't expected for anyone to be settled in yet. Thought I still had some time to train" The dragon called out still not having turned around as the servant dutifully removed his armor. Beneath the ornate red and gold heavy armor Ruurik wore a set of simple, although finely crafted, leather armor that was well-fitted to his muscular frame. As the servant finally unstrapped the shield from Ruurik's arm he flexed his fingers before removing his helmet himself and turning to see who had addressed him. The dragon's fingers tightened around the hilt of the blade he still had in his hand as he saw the angel, he could feel the heat rising in him wanting to lash out, but he managed to reign it in without showing too much outward hostility. <br><br><em>Why do they always have to be so damned pretty</em>, Ruurik thought to himself as he finally handed off his sword to the servant who began rushing all of the gear back to the dragon prince's room. Looking upon the angel's beauty Ruurik's mind briefly flitted to the woman that had been the greatest loss he faced, the dragon would happily have given his wings if they hadn't taken her from him too. Ruurik had been the first dragon to couple with an angel, from what he understood the angels feared what might be birthed if their union bore fruit and so she was cut down and he was charged with her corruption. At the very least that is what he had been told at his "trial" if you could call being savagely tortured for months on end before finally taking his wings, a trial. Ruurik was told he was lucky they wished to keep the peace with the mortal realm or else he would have been slain as well, occasionally Ruurik wished they had killed him instead. The fins on the dragons head flapped slightly as he tried to dislodge the memories from his head, only managing to push them to the back of his mind, he had no doubt the thoughts would resurface when he was caught in the night's silence.<br><br>"And you must be Valsefiel", Ruurik stated dismissively deciding not to be baited by the angel. The dragon prince had recieved a dossier on each of the chosen representatives for the accords, containing all the knowledge the dragons had gathered, many of the dossiers were disappointingly sparse. Valsefiel's was one of the sparser records, the dragons knew nothing of her origins or her life before the angels invaded the mortal coil, before the invasions the dragons were more than content to leave the other realms to their own business. Since the invasion though they had managed to learn quite a bit about the angels and demons, although much of it came secondhand from Fae secret brokers. What Ruurik did know of Valsefiel was that she was refered to as the Harvester of Finality, a silly title as far as he was concerned, Ruurik also knew that she wasn't exactly one of heaven's favored. After reading her dossier he was fairly positive the angels had sent her simply to be rid of her, whether temporarily or permanently was still yet to be seen. Ruurik did take some solace in the fact that her presence meant that when the war resumed, as he was certain they were beyond if's at this point, that Valsefiel wouldn't be leading troops into battle. When the time came he looked forward to getting his large hands around that pretty little throat of hers, assuming he would get the chance considering what the guardsmen had been ordered to do.<br><br>"Were you in need of something from me?" Ruurik questioned as he approached the angel, not even noticing the minor difference in height. As he approached the angel might begin to notice a strange scent, it was not sweat, for dragons didn't even have sweat glands after they reached the draconic stage. The scent was strange sweet, yet spicy with a warm, smoky aroma that was strangely refreshing, it was the dragon's natural scent, every dragon had one and each was unique, although some families scents shared some similarity. To the best of Ruurik's knowledge most angels viewed him as naught but a corrupter of angelic innocence, if there even was such a thing, the rest looked at him as a dangerous beast that needed to be put down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accords of the Four Realms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikangKaori</strong> on <strong>12-08-2017, 01:33:26</strong>
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				<div align="center"> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Valsefiel, Harvestor of Finality</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/aa/21/0d/aa210df853da5f4f911a44090f608434--arch-angels-female-warriors.jpg)</div></div><br><br>In the training hall with the Mortal Realm prince, she stood at ease, hands folded behind her back like a graceful and finely crafted soldier of light and glory. Had her form been completely washed with the colors of marble and alabaster, she would have looked like a painstakingly detailed statue, beautiful enough to grace the enclave of any cathedral of worship. Her words of greeting had caused the Dragon Prince to utterly destroy his training dummy, but she hadn’t so much as flinched, staying true to her illusively statuesque nature. Only her eyes moved, watching with mild amusement as it skidded to a stop. Those gold eyes slowly trailed back to the Dragon Prince as he called to the attendants to then take his burdensome armor from his shoulders. Refined in all his other attacks, he had such a lack of control just from hearing her voice. Her statue-like serenity was laced with a sort of satisfaction at the knowledge that the flames inside a Mortal Realm Dragon were always burning molten hot, even at a setting for peace talks.<br><br>Her glittering sunlight eyes swept over the Dragon Prince. He was an inch taller than her, scaly looking in his natural protections of flesh and yet without wings which, to her knowledge, was odd for his kind. He was strong, powerfully built, though not as fearsome as an Ancient Angel or Demon usually was. Valsefiel had seen but one Ancient, an Angel of massive proportions from all the energy it had accumulated over the centuries, and to say that was the first time she had feared for her immortal being was an understatement. In its sights she had, for once, been able to relate herself to that of a mortal child.<br><br>But none the less, when the Mortal prince stripped his armor away she took note of the impressive build even one of the Mortal Kind could carve for themselves. Though he was very... reptilian. She still couldn’t get past the reptile appearance of the Dragon Kind. It was just so... unsettling. So outside her realm of comfortable angelic normality. Had he a more humanoid appearance, she was sure he would have been extremely handsome. Her young ways found him fascinating, to be examined from frill to foot to take in every detail she had never had the change to take in before on a living Mortal Kind. But from her Angelic eyes, all she could see was a savage ugly creature, deemed beneath that of her own kind to be ruled over, if not completely disregarded for its lack of traditional beauty. A Human Kind was more beautiful than Dragon Kind, to her Angelic mind.<br><br>However, she was still a bit unclear as to the difference between all the different races and precisely <em>why</em> they considered themselves all different. They were all Mortal Kind to her, and in her mind if they could breed with one another, then they were not so different at all. But it hardly mattered in the end. They were lesser beings, and if they decided to fight among themselves so be it. It only made her duties easier. Infighting was a blessing on a battlefield. Here it could be lethal for all, what with the grotesquely large army of jailors outside the walls of the mountain palace that was their prison. <br><br>“Apologies are not required,” her gilded voice wound like the warm coils of a divine serpent, content to entrance its prey for the moment, “I do not often take delight in linger in rooms meant for sleep.” She noticed his fingers curl on the hilt of his weapon. Her gaze lifted to his eyes and she tipped her head forward a bit, in greeting and respect, though mostly for formality’s sake. And at reward of amusing her and not disappointing her with his naturally violent nature peeking through. His sword was handed off to a servant and her glittering eyes never wavered from his face. Not until the fins on his head started to move.<br><br>Her head turned to the side, looking down the path the broken off training dummy had taken. <em>Revolting,</em> her well educated Angelic mind rebelled at baring the sight. To have things that <em>moved</em> about the head like that... But as he said her name, she turned her head to look him in the eyes once more. Her body began to move then, in slow and graceful motions, to place both feet together, on hand delicately over her collar bone, the other at her stomach. She bowed with lowered eyes, the poise of a living statue unmistakeable. More human-like ways of movement were still not in her grasps of mastering. For now.<br><br>“To meet you, a valiant adversary of my kind, is honorable,” she lifted her head and gave him a smile, for it was said smiling was taken as the most friendly of facial expressions. Valsefiel lifted her body in fluid and slow ease, back into a position of standing. Her gold eyes did not miss his analyzing gaze, though she could not recognize the emotional turmoil her being before him caused. <br><br>“In truth,” she tilted her head back, looking around the training room, then up to see is she could find an end to the high ceiling or any bare hint to a break towards the sky, “I came merely to satisfy my own curiosity of you.” Her eyes drifted like feathers back to him. “I was not dissatisfied,” Valsefiel smiled in her distant way, imagining the feel of his beating heart embracing the tip of her sword and bursting outwards, red blooming on the perfection of her form’s alabaster skin.&nbsp; <br><br>He approached her and a kind of scent perfumed the air. Curious. Did all Dragon Kind do that? They usually smelled like blood and metal and fire when in battle. Or was it battle that smelt of those things. Her movements were startlingly quick. In one moment she was as serene as a statue, then next she was invading his personal space, and almost pressing her face to the curve of his muscular neck. Her hands did not touch him though. They were still folded behind her back. Her breath brushed over his neck as she took in his scent with wide-eyed curiosity. Leaning back in another too-quick movement, she tipped her head to the side and looked at him.<br><br>“I was unaware Mortal Kind had scents like this,” she offered in brief and a bit puzzled explanation. A moment of most likely stunned silence, then she separated herself from his personal space in just a bit too slow and languid movements. A slow blink of golden eyes and then she turned her head, to speak towards one of the attendants in her distant way. “The flight here left me in need of something to replenish myself.”<br><br>The attendants looked a bit confused, peering uncertainly from one to the other.&nbsp; Perhaps she meant she was hungry? “A meal will not be served for a while, surely,” one whispered nervously to the other, fingers fidgeting amongst themselves.<br><br>“Would you... like to be shown to the kitchens then...? Or...?” The boldest of them spoke directly to the angel, glancing nervously between angel and dragon prince.<br><br>“Kit-chen,” she mulled over the words, tasting it on her tongue, then nodded once, “I have read of those. Lead me there.” She looked to the Dragon Prince. Was it customary to offer another delegate to join her? Well, there could not be much harm in it, no offense to take or receive. It wasn’t like she was asking to devour his energy, or anything. “Would you like to accompany me to the kitchens?” Valsefiel offered politely, as if she had never invaded his space and lifted breath across his neck at all.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accords of the Four Realms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ignavus</strong> on <strong>15-08-2017, 08:17:32</strong>
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				As Valsefiel observed Ruurik, he had no doubt she was trying to gather some measure of his worth, as she moved to the room he too followed where she looked. The room had a high domed ceiling, near the apex though there was a hole just large enough for a single winged being to make their way in or out, however with the highly vaulted ceilings it would be possible to train in the air without having to expose one's self to too much of the elements. Where the roof curved upward there were multiple statues, many of dwarves in battle armor, holding axes and hammers, Ruurik never understood other races penchant for statues. Ruurik had always assumed it was the other mortals attempt to achieve something that would last forever, to the dragons though it seemed a foolish notion as they had seen plenty of statues crumble to dust. Looking back at the angel though Ruurik couldn't help but think that angels were probably fond of statues too, they all tended to look very statuesque at least.<br><br>Ruurik looked back to the training dummy he had sent flying, in truth it took only a fraction of his power to break the dummies stand, the training he had been doing was more to commit movement to muscle memory more than to increase or even maintain his strength. If Ruurik had hit the dummy as hard as he could it likely would have shattered into fragments, magic seemed to infuse the entire being of a dragon, making them incredibly powerful, even the smaller dragons were capable of feats of incredible strength. To call the dragons mortals was a bit of a misnomer, they did indeed age but they only grew stronger with age, and never in the dragon's long recorded history had there been a dragon to die of old age. After hitting the final stage of their life cycle dragons tended to grow larger the longer they lived, some of the ancient dragons were larger than most mountain's. Although the larger dragons slept for centuries at a time, it took a lot of energy to move their massive and fearsome bodies, not a single ancient dragon had entered the battlefield in this war yet, Ruurik wasn't even sure if the dragons knew that the dragons had yet to even awaken the most powerful among them.<br><br>"My kind rarely tolerates the presence of Dragon Slayers", Ruurik explained doing his best not to glare at the angel. Dragons rarely dined with their enemies, it was commonly known among mortals that if you made an enemy of a dragon it would dine on you before it would with you. Granted such behavior was really only common among elder dragons, that had entered their final stage of life, which made them easily the oldest beings in the mortal realm beyond other dragons. Many kingdoms knew that they ruled at the pleasure of the dragons, a single elder dragon could lay waste to many of the smaller kingdoms with little effort, Dragons weren't inclined to take it by force though. Although some of the larger kingdoms had tricked themselves into believing that the dragons feared the long struggle against them, after all when you lived longer than the other beings of your plane it was easy to just bide your time till your enemies dropped dead of effects of time.<br><br>"The fae would like us to talk peace though so I shall treat you as an esteemed guest", Ruurik finished with a flourish of his wrist and a deep dramatic bow to the angel. As Ruurik rose she was nearly upon him, the prince's wrist turned upward in an instant, his claws ready to plunge into her, after all a dragon was never truly unarmed. When she spoke of his scent though he almost smiled and laughed, his hand relaxing and falling limp at his side, if the dragon was capable of blushing he would be. Instead the angel might notice a slight uptick in the temperature of the room and his scent growing stronger, when a dragon got worked up they started to produce even more heat than usual and their scents tended to fill the air more fully.<br><br>"Uh. . . . . most of the mortal realm have a distinct scent. My kind tend to have the most discernible scent, although it is unique between dragons", Ruurik managed to explain, stammering slightly as he started. Most angels lacked a distinct scent, although the smell of their magic was distinctive to those with the knack for such things, Ruurik was unsure if there were no smells in the angelic realm, or if they were just surprised by them coming from a sentient. The dragon prince cleared his throat as she finally stepped away, her question caused the thought at the back of his mind to stir, she had been enthralled by his scent.<br><br>"I can accompany you to the kitchens, I am told that your people sent ingredients to satisfy an angelic palette. Although we are also equipped with all the delicacies of the mortal realm", Ruurik explained as he waved away the attendants and began to lead Valsefiel towards the kitchens. It would probably be a good idea to order the kitchens to prepare a meal for all of the guests, it shouldn't be too much longer till everyone arrived after all. The kitchens were on nearly the opposite side of the palace though so there was a long walk ahead of the dragon and angel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accords of the Four Realms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>17-08-2017, 21:14:43</strong>
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				(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9c/91/99/9c91993185da4c865044fc868c776323.jpg) Lillian shrugged of the rebuff from Catriona. However a little smirk crossed her lips, after all she had got a response. It had been surprisingly pleasing to see the flicker of the Fae's true form, and Lilith secretly though she shouldn't be hiding behind the disguise she wore now. Leaving Catriona with the dwarf. Lilith strolled out into the courtyard. Phenex scampered at her heels. As she looked around at the place that was to be her prison she wondered if the other demon representative had arrived.<br><br>"Phenex, go search out Ronan, offer my greetings" she demanded of the imp. Giving her servent a small kick in the tail for it did no good to be nice to such creatures, the imp chattered angrily in Demonish and scampered of. The courtyard seemed more busy now then when Lilith had first arrived, clearly more representatives had arrived but who and from what faction was unclear from Lilith's position. She chose to walk in the direction of the main castle. Striding confidentiality along, she received many admiring glanced from the guards and castle workers. Each dirty thought acting as a power boost for Lillian, which she simply stored inside her as raw magic to be used as and when the situation demanded.<br><br>Strolling inside the castle, she noticed an open doorway, she debated taking a look or continuing on. Curiosity being natural for a demon she strolled over, and poked her head into a grand hall, a large table appeared to be the only item in the room, and Lilith was about to withdraw when&nbsp; the pacing princess came into her kind of vision. "Another victim?" She asked herself quietly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accords of the Four Realms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>diarmuid</strong> on <strong>18-08-2017, 01:06:56</strong>
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				<div align="center">Catriona idly noted Lilith's departure, then returned her attention to the pale-faced dwarven attendant waiting for her instruction. She began running through the options in her head, there were so many things for her to do. She had met one of the demons, she knew of the other fae representative, though she had no particular opinion on him. She supposed she could visit her quarters and set it up to her liking, possibly have them remove the bed and bring her furniture that she would actually have a use for. She would rather get that done as soon as possible, so she supposed that was where she would begin. After all, she would likely be spending the majority of her nights continuing her research in her room. And no one was entirely certain how long the representatives would be prisoners in this place. Well treated prisoners, perhaps, but prisoners nonetheless.<br><br>"Take me to my room, I wish to assess how many things will need to be changed," Catriona finally said to the attendant, and then followed the little mortal inside. The halls were lined with burning torches, likely keeping the warmth of the fire within the cold stones around them. Her bare feet made no noise as she followed the dwarf through the decorated palace to the collection of rooms the representatives were to be housed in. "Wait here for my return, I still have need of you," she ordered the dwarf as she entered her room and closed the door behind her with a careless wave of her hand.<br><br>As the door closed silently behind her, Catriona momentarily dispelled her illusion. She had no reason to display a fake form to herself, she certainly knew the reality of her situation. Long dead, centuries old, and powerful. Losing all feeling and bodily functions was hardly a bad trade for such things, in her opinion.<br><br>With the illusion gone, she took several moments to examine the room they had provided her. It was bigger than she had expected, well decorated, and there was certainly enough room for her to set it up however she desired. The canopy bed was visually pleasing enough for her to keep it, at least for the moment, as long as she moved it out of the way of the rest of her things. Speaking of, the luggage she had sent ahead of her was neatly piled up in the corner of her room, waiting for her to set it up as she wished.<br><br>She began rearranging the room with her magic, first moving the bed out of her way and placing the desk in a more readily accessible position. She then stored a few of her more valuable things inside of the desk and then sealed them with enchantments to keep curious eyes and hands out. She had no clothing to fill her wardrobe with, so instead she filled it with the components for her experiments. She would still need a bookcase or two for her books, but there would be room for that behind her desk. But, for now, the room was close enough to her liking that she felt it was time to find other beings to mingle with.<br><br>She recast her illusion and exited her room to find the dwarf patiently awaiting her return. "Ah, good," she hummed happily, "I'd like to request a bookcase for my room, but other than that it appears to be suitable. In the meantime, I believe that there is a dragon amongst the representatives sent, correct?" The dwarf nodded again, and Catriona continued speaking before the attendant could get a word in. "Good, take me to them, if you could, I am very interested in meeting a member of such an interesting race..."<br><br>The attendant led her to the training room, where the dragon prince was supposedly located, and Catriona once again marveled at the palace's halls. Mortals could be so resourceful when they put their minds to such things. The palace had likely been built almost entirely by hand, it was certainly impressive that such little lives could accomplish this. That was what the invading angels and demons needed to see, that was what Catriona hoped to convince them off. Mortals were so easy to write off as insignificant, excluding the dragons, but they had managed to accomplish quite a bit. It would be a shame to stamp them out after so much progress...<br><br>Catriona's thoughts were interrupted by the preemptive appearance of the draconic humanoid she had been so interested in meeting. He was accompanied by a woman that must have been an angel, based on the white wings that extended from her back. Both of them were nearly an entire foot taller than her, though that did very little to intimidate her. Instead, she grinned and quickly abandoned the attendant to join her fellow representatives.<br><br>"Greetings!" she began in a happy tone, "I am Lady Catriona Ó Caoimháin mac Ruaidhrí, Representative of the Unseelie Court of the Fae Realm. It is indeed a pleasure to make the acquaintance of two of my fellow representatives." She gave both of them a deep bow, holding the skirt of her dress away from her legs as she did so to make it look like more of a curtsy. She was fairly certain that mortal females were meant to curtsy. She was rather excited to meet a dragon, though this one appeared to be missing his wings. How curious! She had heard tales of a wingless dragon prince, fighting as a general against the demon hoards invading the mortal realm. Still, she hadn't realized that he had been the one chosen for what the mortals likely thought of as a suicide mission. The angel held her own mysteries, but for the moment Catriona was more intrigued by Ruurik. She <em>was</em> rooting for the mortal team, after all.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accords of the Four Realms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PineTheFae</strong> on <strong>18-08-2017, 06:04:02</strong>
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				The silence of the long hall was becoming more then the princess could stand, staying calm seemed a more difficult task when there was nothing to distract her from the lingering unease. Pausing, she took a moment to acknowledge her own agitation, finding the first course of resolution to be tossing aside the cumbersome cloak once and for all. The marked improvement was immediate, Josephine fanned herself timidly as she took several hasty steps away from the fireplaces. Comfortable in form, she began to address the troubled thoughts. Slowing her boots back into a pace, she began to count the steps aloud, heels clicking as she hopped and slid across the floor, rhyming in a childlike manner, "One, and two, dwarven brew. Three, and four, stop the war. Five, and six, ignore skeptics.." And so on. <br><br>She mused that the situation probably wasn't as bad as she thought, that appearances were often deceiving. Although she could not fathom any reason for there to already be a pathway of blood running through the castle, she accepted that there were likely to be many things that she didn't understand about her cohabiters. For much of her life, the stories of demons and angels had been just that, stories. Ones mostly left to the whims of both sorcerers and clergy, such things had previously not been meant for a Rosenhope Princess to concern herself with. Even knowledge of the dragons that loomed over the mortal realm remained mostly seeped in mythology and mystery. Despite the events that had drawn the mortal races together, there were many who still believed in old superstitious fairy tales. They who spoke of how dragons were just as untrustworthy as the otherworldly forces that now plagued their realm. <br><br>But Felix, eldest of her brothers, had spent considerably more time with the dragons then those who would whisper such things. Always trying to be the hero, beloved Felix had both the talent and taste for combat, fighting ceaselessly at the front lines since the earliest days of the war. Luckily, the cease fire had brought him back to the castle shortly before she had departed on this journey. Although he was certain that both of their trips would be temporary, Josephine had managed to corner him long enough to pick his brain. But tales of war, tactics, and the bonds of brotherhood hardly helped her from a diplomatic standpoint. Yet amongst his going ons she had discovered that the other mortal representative was among those he considered brothers in arms, Prince Ruurik. Though personally she had only met the dragon prince in passing, her brother had spoken highly of him in every regard. If nothing else, it was a small comfort that she would not be wholly alone here. "Nine, and ten, strange omens.." <br><br>Josephine paused mid jump as a tingle went up her spine, a sixth sense whispering that someone had their eyes upon her. But who? Evening her stance Josephine scanned the room for the unknown presence, almost passing over the doorway until she noticed it slightly ajar. Settling her gaze on the woman peering into the great hall, it was a wonder Josephine had missed her at all. Running the list of names through her head, she tried to place the lavender haired creature but found that she did not know the faces that accompanied titles. The mental list grew shorter as the princess noted the bat like wings tucked neatly behind the woman's back, <em>she must be one of the demons.</em> But unlike the grotesque monstrosities that her brothers wove stories about, Josephine found her to be enchantingly beautiful. So much so that the princess was almost embarrassed to be seen in her plain travelling clothes, but garments did not a princess make so she decided to make the best of the situation and introduce herself properly. <em>Just pretend you are home, far away from this prison fortress. Even demons must be treated with courtesy if this gathering is to succeed.</em><br><br>Though lacking in the proper skirts, the princess' eyes shone with her playful nature as she made the motions of a curtsy anyway. With amiable smile upon her lips, she addressed the demoness politely, "Greetings and fair days to you friend. My name is Josephine, Princess of Rosenhope. Who might you be?" Slow steady steps brought her closer towards the doorway in which the green clad lady stood. Kind, but cautious, the princess walked close enough for comfortable conversation before standing still and attentive once more. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accords of the Four Realms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>18-08-2017, 20:19:33</strong>
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				(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9c/91/99/9c91993185da4c865044fc868c776323.jpg) Lilith cocked her head, curiously she strode toward the female, as she did she flared open her wings dramatically, for she had noticed the pretty females interest. She chuckled when the women who introduced herself as a princess curtsied to her! Certainly she was of equal ranking but she douted the petit human knew that. Lilith had met more then her fair share of royalty, but having one so polite must be a first. She nodded her head in greeting and then with her wings still spead she dipped into a small curtsy herself.<em> Like for like</em> she thought.<br><br>Josephine's soft spoken words had caught her attention, and something about the overall small figure of the female, made Lilith see her in a similar light as those of her close family. Unlike with Catroina where she had sender a definite need to compete. Josephine gave of a much friendlier aura. Rising from her curtsy and furling her wings she introduced herself. "Lilith Bloodhammer, what's a beautiful young mortal such as yourself.." the succubus paused allowing&nbsp; a her eyes to roam over the princesses fetching form, after all she would have to have been a new born to have missed the lovely little blush from earlier "doing alone?" Lilith poured just a smidge of subduction into the word alone, playfully suggesting that they could be alone together doing ...well.<br><br>Lilith grinned devilishly, she was curious to see how Josephine would react to her magic, and also see if the mortal made any suggestions on what they could get up to. She had already filed away information on her current companion, and was internally wondering weather if war did break out she could ask for the princess as a war trophy. Lilith couldn't really out her finger on the last time she had met such an outwardly innocent mortal, of course she reflected that could all be appearance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accords of the Four Realms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PineTheFae</strong> on <strong>19-08-2017, 20:03:34</strong>
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				Fearful that she had angered the demoness, Josephine jumped ever so slightly as Lilith spread her blackened velvet wings. Ah, to be able to fly must be a great joy indeed. It was another advantage her companions possessed that the princess did not, yet in truth her own lacking only led to a deeper fascination. All the concern felt for the meaning behind the expressive unveiling was alleviated as the demoness curtsied in return, introducing herself and complimenting Josephine in the same enticing breath. Words that hummed with teasing sensuality as they fell from luscious lips, the look in her eyes more intimate than any crude leers the princess had previously received. Confounded by the unfamiliar but affectionate warmth she felt for this total stranger, Josephine unconsciously closed a little more distance between them. <br><br>Willfully oblivious to the renewed heat upon her cheeks, Josephine cheerfully responded to Lilith’s question, “Ah, well. One of the attendants left me to wait here. He said he would return shortly but has yet to do so. With any luck I haven’t been forgotten.” Tittering nervously, it was impossible for her to ignore how much the demoness stood over her. With the added inches of the heels, Josephine was finding it difficult not to stare at the ample bosom that rested almost exactly at face level. Though the physical attraction was strange enough, it was something about Lilith’s impish nature that truly resounded with Josephine. In a time without war or the need for representatives in such a conflict, they might have played together as children would, blissfully unaware of how different they were from each other. Naive and emboldened by forces unknown to her, Josephine expressed her newfound fondness to Lilith as she would any cherished colleague. The feeling of her arms wrapping neatly around Lilith’s waist set her mind at ease in an indescribable way, a warm cheek resting upon ample bust as though to listen for a heartbeat. Her voice naturally shifted to a soft and soothing tone as she spoke sincerely, “Apologizes, I must have lost my manners somewhere along the trip. But you are just…so precious.” <br><br>Josephine was snapped out of her captivated state as both doors leading from the hallway opened with a clash, Captain Aleric standing at their center. As though caught doing something she shouldn’t, the princess untangled herself and leapt several paces away from Lilith just as the captain’s hawk shaped helm fixated on the women. Every stomp brimming over with agitation, the finely armored man marched directly towards the princess, stepping between the two as he ignored the demoness all together, “There you are.” Knowing Aleric, what he meant was - I turn my back on you for but a moment and you vanish. While she hadn’t exactly protested when she had been swept away, it was still hardly her fault that she had ended up here. “Are you, unwell?” Josephine laughed away the question, touching a flushed cheek with one hand and waving him down reassuringly with the other, “Everything is quite alright Aleric, thank you. Lady Lilith and I were just, getting acquainted.” <br><br>A hollow sound that could have been laugh or scoff came from under the armet, “Very well. A room has been prepared for when you tire of your, obligations. Until such time, I will be nearby should you have need of me.” The captain began to remove himself from their presence just as abruptly as he had arrived, speaking words laced with suspicion to Lilith in passing, “Watch yourself, Lady Succubus.” Without awaiting a response, Aleric moved to positioned himself at the head of the room. Standing between the hall’s scatter statues he took on the appearance of just another lifeless suit of armor. She had seen him do this many times over the years, the result was often him startling the next person who noticed he was in fact sentient. Though he had never said as much to her, Josephine suspected it was one the few pleasures in which he still indulged. <br><br>Sighing at Aleric’s rude behavior, Josephine apologized on his behalf, “Forgive him, he is not very...sociable.” It was then that the dwarven attendant decided to reappear. Stressfully wringing his hands together as he pointedly ignored the princess’ irate stare, he delivered news that preparations for a meal would begin shortly. Expecting the great hall to soon become a hub of activity, Josephine took the opportunity to make a few arrangements of her own, “What a marvelous idea, I’m sure everyone is weary from their travels. If you could however..” She bent just enough to whisper a few requests to the dwarf, he nodded several times, rolled his eyes, and then bowed in a quick motion before vanishing again. Turning her attention back to Lilith, Josephine smiled shyly at the shared moment between them, "It sounds as though the others should be here soon. Would you care to join me for tea until they arrive?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accords of the Four Realms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>20-08-2017, 04:01:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn-th.tunwalai.net/files/member/1976171/990882190-member.jpg)</div> <br>There was a knock a half second before his door opened which still had his sword out faster than the eye could follow. &nbsp;His diplomatic advisor Peldor (https://image.dek-d.com/27/0572/3014/123540693) came in and blinked for a second as he came to a complete halt. "My lord Argon of.." "Please, stop. Just Argon while we are alone. I don't need the litany of my titles...sorry...you were saying?" <br><br>Peldor nods. "I was saying that attending the dinner would be a good way to break the proverbial ice that infests this holding. Get to know the other players in this game and make a good impression." Argon shrugs and sheathes his sword without a sound. "Very well." he says and turns to start out the door. "Uhm..my lord.." Peldor starts. "I would also suggest trying to put our best foot forward. A fresh change of clothes and perhaps a bath to cleanse the dust from our long travels." Argon snorts. They all just wanted to teleport in and make an entrance and this passive aggressive speech was the way they were going to remind him of it. Argon was annoyed he needed an entourage to begin with but diplomacy was a different kind of war and men like Peldor were its back-seat generals. "Are you saying that I stink?" he asks bluntly.<br><br>Watching the lordly fop of a courtier blinks and almost looks like he's going to back up through the door. "No your Grace..I was just suggesting the common protocol to such an affair." he says managing to become even more pale. "Of course, Peldor. I'll only be a few moments." "Few moments?" Argon sighs. "Yes, to bathe and get dressed." Peldor licks his lips. "I was thinking that I could handle both those things." <br><br>"Peldor...I know its uncommon amongst our people but I'm very limited in my proclivities and only like females. I can bathe myself." Peldor's mouth open and closes a few times then he just gestures towards a spot in this spartan room he took and summons an ornate clawfoot tub made of silver and crystals. Inside is scented water that is steaming with heat. "Ok...get rid of the scents.." "You need at least one...how about lavender." "Fine." Argon states stripping out of his armour and stepping into the tub. As a warrior, he is not accustomed to soaking until his skin pruned or any such frivolity. He made sure he was clean and then stepped out and dried. Peldor had summoned clothing. <br><br>Argon nearly grows as the courtier waves again and the clothes swirl around him with a sudden piercing for an earing making his eye twitch. Peldor gestures towards the seat with skulls on its armrests. “Take a seat while I get ready.” he says.<br><br>“Oh for the love of the stars and moons..” Argon says as he sits down and tries not to be bored out of his mind. He can handle twenty minutes of Peldor sitting still in a tub and mediating before he Argon stand and removes the black feather cape to replace it with black cloth with his family crest on it and he strides out to go to the dinner hall.<br><br>He lets his nose lead him ignoring all of Peldor’s surprise at not waiting for his council. He walks into the hall where everyone seems to be waiting to be called in. He looks at those assembled. Seeing Josephine and Lilith he approaches them. “Hello. I’m Argon.” He says with an easy smile. He nods to Aleric.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accords of the Four Realms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>21-08-2017, 07:40:08</strong>
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				(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9c/91/99/9c91993185da4c865044fc868c776323.jpg)Lilith was a little,<br>more then a little flustered by the hug, she had frozen for a nanosecond before folding her arms around Josephine. It felt surprisingly nice to be held in such a caring manner, Lilith thought this kind of hug was like the one you gave someone you loved after really good sex. She didn't give out those types of hugs! She wondered if the princess had magic of her own, or was it just her overall personality that made it easy for her to slip under Lilith's protective aura. When the doors had burst open the princess had lept away from the succubus leaving her feeling rather empty. She glowered at the walking pile of tin, Aleric,Lilith filled the name away for later. He would be getting more then he deserved later for interrupting them! <br><br>Lilith watched as Josephine spoke with one of the attendants, it was then that the word tea was mentioned. The succubus blinked they were about to eat weren't they? Why would they need tea as well? Lilith wasn't certain of princess standard tea but she was betting some sort of small sandwich would be envolved, before she could respond however, another arrived in the hall. Well now! Here was somebody who Lilith could do something about! The operative word being do,&nbsp; glancing at Josephine she made a subtle movement of cat claws with her hands. She strode towards Argon, puffing out her fine chest a little more, her stride became more of a slink as she oozed sexuality. Reaching him she placed her hands on his shoulders standing on tip toe she brought her mouth within inches of his, before turning and kissing him on one cheek and then the other. Drawing her head back she said "Greetings, I am Lilith Bloodhammer" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accords of the Four Realms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bowen</strong> on <strong>24-08-2017, 06:34:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/61/93/d1/6193d14f7e73e453ead88df04004e1c0.jpg)</div><br>Argon was a warrior, it didn't matter the situation, he viewed things with a military mindset for the most part. This whole event for instance was pretty much social warfare. He'd fought most every kind of creature on this plane between goblin to dragon and even some of the angels and demons when they came close to his homeland but Lilith was not a demon type he'd ever seen before.<br><br>Everything about her was mesmerising. The way her hips swayed which made her ample breasts bounce slightly. Her pheromones were off the charts and all of this registered quite strongly on Argon. The greeting was interesting to say the least. Fay were creatures of passion, he felt he found a demon who was built along similar lines. "Hello Lilith Bloodhammer." he says feeling he should respond instead of just stare down into her eyes. <br><br>His body reacts before his brain can think about it as he returns her greeting. He'd never kissed a girl he wasn't holding in his arms so he hugs her close and kisses both her cheeks in return. He had to admit, he did like the feel of her in his arms and against his body. He should let go of her. He distinctly remembers thinking that a few times as her body was pressed against his. "Well I think I know who I want to sit beside during dinner." he states. "And here I thought this was going to be a boring affair." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accords of the Four Realms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikangKaori</strong> on <strong>24-08-2017, 07:23:03</strong>
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				<div align="center"> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Valsefiel, Harvestor of Finality</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/aa/21/0d/aa210df853da5f4f911a44090f608434--arch-angels-female-warriors.jpg)</div></div><br><br>Dragon Slayers? Hm, was that their slur for her kind? Seemed rather complimentary to her, though of course, she was not Dragon kin. The angel’s lips had pulled into that misting hint of a smile when he said he would regard her as an esteemed guest. And he even bowed with flourish. What a pretty lie he spun with his silvered tongue. Perhaps she was young and naïve in some terms of mortal and demonic ways, but she was not dim of wit. He hated her. Hated her simply because she was an angel and he a dragon. Well, she could not begrudge him that. Her kind was ruthless. Especially, on the battlefield. Beautiful, vicious and cold… Or so she had read Angels described. <br><br>Valsefiel’s closeness to Ruurik allowed her to observe his temperature spike, as well as the increase in headiness and strength of his rather pleasing scent. Curious. Her gold eyes blinked slowly, examining his gestures. The Dragon kind almost seemed sheepish from her assessment of his scent. Was it a pheromone? Had she over stepped a social bound? He didn’t seem upset, though he quick movement had startled him at first. She hadn’t missed his readiness to try and gut her tender appearing stomach. Clever Prince. <br><br>Lifting her wrist, she tested her skin to see if it indeed had a scent. Not <em>quite</em> like the dragon’s, but there was the faintest hint there. To her, it was more like a feeling. The feeling of the sun sending beams of light through the clouds. Not so much a scent, like a flower or anything, but more of a hint at what she was crafted from and for. Well, that was interesting. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that she was of a realm of air and light, and the Mortal realm was focused on the growing changing life of their soil’s surface? A curiosity, to be sure. Perhaps she’d try to find a tome on the subject later.<br><br>Her four wings ruffled a bit as she shifted to stand on her other foot, always helping her maintain balance, though with her supreme and ethereal grace it had to believe she might need such assistance. Hands behind her back, her hips tilted in a relaxed way, the clothing covering her more like a fancy cleric’s version of silk and gold loincloth, the pale skin of her thick thigh was on full view. Not that modesty wasn’t something of an importance but it was just terribly ineffective for movement and rather uncomfortable. And stuffy. And why did females have to wear more than males? Everyone knew what was beneath the layers of cloth and shining decorations. A few cultures centering around human ideals of modesty vastly confused her. <br><br>Tipping her head towards him, the gilt of her hair like a silken veil tamed to be hidden behind her back and wings, her gold-sunlight eyes observing him much like a bird might, without expression, without readable perception. The angel nodded. “Yes, that would be most satisfying,” her voice clear and as impassive as her expression. In all actuality she was looking forward to trying the consumption of mortal realm cuisine. It was said to be curiously diverse and rather enjoyable, even related to the carnal pleasures of the flesh in some texts. <br><br>On their way out of the training area a female who had her own peculiar scent entered view. She was significantly smaller than both herself and the Dragon Prince, causing her to tilt her head once more in intrigue. A bit of an owlish habit the inexplicable Angel had. This female seemed rather pleasant in manner, which was in contrast to how the Dragon had presented himself at first. Her gold eyes blinked slowly at the greeting. “Lady…Cat-ri-ona,” her lips formed the name slowly, memorizing it, testing it for faults. Valsefiel found names to be rather important, like the majority of her kin.<br><br>Peering at the Fae with the same interest she had peered at the Dragon, she wondered if this Fae too had a defining scent. The elaborate bow, much like the flourished one the prince had presented form before, caught her clearly abstracted notice. Did all peoples of other realms posture so about as if dancing? Whatever for? Was there echelons of bowing that differed per rank or position? Eyes not leaving the Fae, the Angel pressed her fingertips to her throat and her other hand before her stomach. She bowed the slightest bit forward, similar to her greeting to the Dragon.<br><br>The Lady Fae seemed far more captivated with the sight of the Dragon Prince, so Valsefiel took her leave to walk ahead of the pair of them. It was not lost on her that of all those gather; she would be the one to receive the least amount of sincere welcome. Angels did not often ally themselves to others after all. Why should they? The Superior Kind should not need help nor complicated relations with Lesser Kinds. It was not a well-received notion, considering the pride the other races had in their own kin.<br><br>Walking silently ahead, giving the other two representatives time to acquaint themselves with one another without her discomforting presence, the attendants opened the doors to the great hall for her. With untold grace and fluidity, the Angel, all golden and bright as the magick firelight played on her alabaster features. Four wings folded properly behind her back, her tall, sloping statuesque build poised for a moment on entering, the Angel stepped to the side without ceremony.<br><br>A petite and endearing mortal female, accompanied by a stern looking male, and a slightly more elegant black-haired male, along with a scantily clad female demon... She caught the end of the demoness’s rather teasing ‘introduction’ to the black-haired male. She also observed his more than receptive greeting back. Parting her full lips slightly, exhaling what could be a small sigh, she turned attention to the room itself. With her slight disadvantage in the easy way all these other Kinds moved, her own training and distant up0bring being more of a 'reserve all energy till necessary movement is require', she was as much a statue as the stone figures in the ramparts by the ceiling. Everyone else could get along. That was all well and good. But she was <em>hungry</em>. And ever so slightly feel all the odds stacking up against. Well… It was death in defeat and potential death in victory.<br><br>What did she truly have to lose? <br><br>Her gold eyes flashed like a violent sunburst as they feigned minimal interest in the architecture of the dinning area.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accords of the Four Realms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Levi</strong> on <strong>29-08-2017, 19:08:01</strong>
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				(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9c/91/99/9c91993185da4c865044fc868c776323.jpg) Lilith smiled up at the warrior. Snuggling into the rather enjoyable embrace she told Argon "It would be a delight to sit on/beside I mean beside you" she shamelessly flirted with the male in frount of her. Quite suddenly Lilith felt a horrid itch between her wings, her body reacted to the presence of the angel. Her wings flaring in aggression but child like she refused to acknowledge the presence of the being. She would be putting as much distance between her and her kinds nemesis as possible through out these talks. There was no way demons and angels could be friendly. <br><br>Leaning up to whisper in Argon's ear she told him "we will continue our conversation later"&nbsp; squeezing her bountiful breasts against his chest before removing herself reluctantly from his embrace. However she didn't go far, and in fact she took his arm and squeezed that into her breasty embrace as she faced the new comers in the room. She could hear other approaching and sumerised that there would be more representatives arriving in the room presently. She glanced at Argon, Lilith wondered if the hunk of a warrior would be interested in a deal with her, she smirked pleased with this little idea. 
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