For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit
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				Title: <strong>For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 09:04:36</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Castle Aserit</strong></span></span><br>(http://images.alphacoders.com/656/65619.jpg)</div><br>A land of battle Aserit had always held the most pride in it strength. An ambitious kingdom that started out small and poor it had since grown steadily as each king had fought to amass wealth, land and power. Aserit is a land where family is the focus of ones day then King and country, loyalty is taught since birth and the will of the royals never questioned. These are a fierce prideful people who fight for what they believe in, their king and what they know to be right.<br><br>A normal family would raise it's sons to serve the kingdom and it's daughter to marry well, produce children and be able to manage the home while the men were away in battle as they frequently were. Everone worked, everyone no matter weather a man or woman knew how to fight though normally the privilege was left to the men. <br><br>Aserit produced the best fighters is the known world skilled in bladed weapons and archery they were foes many wished never to meet in battle. Their reputation was one to be feared, many an enemy laid down arms before ever meeting the might that was the Aserit army. As a military nation they flourished and seemed utterly unstoppable.<br><br>But Aserit has hit a snag in the last decade. Constant war on it's neighbors has depleted the coffers and unknown to anyone besides the king and his fair queen Aserit is near bankrupt the only substantial money coming in coming from the raiding of it's neighbor Theiri's trade caravans that travel near their border. They need money and quickly to maintain their interests elsewhere and their eyes is set on the resource rich Theiri to get it.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Throne Room</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.shattered-crystal.com/images/tsc_gallery/throneroom_34.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stables</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.garveydevelopments.com/images/pages/l/stables_1187339048.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Grand Hall</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.freewebs.com/rowlingcontinuity/StaffofTRC06.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">CourtYard-Training grounds</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://images.travelpod.com/users/emmafox/1.1280707617.1_jousting-arena.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Library</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://littlemissgeekchic.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/beauty-and-the-beast.jpg?w=500&amp;h=316)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 15:46:18</strong>
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				Henrik, On the Road<br>The coffers were quickly emptying, and while Henrik may not be directly privy to that knowledge, he has seen signs of budget cutting and penny pinching here and there. At some point, he's probably divined the problem, but if he has, he has chosen to remain silent upon it. Perhaps he didn't know, or perhaps he merely did not have a suggestion for how to deal with that problem right now.<br><br>It could also be because he's been away for the past two months on an intensive campaign with the Bloody Raven's. Banditry in some of their most recently conquered territories has been undoubtedly exacerbating not only the current, hidden financial crisis, but also the loyalty of the people; the very foundation of their nation.<br><br>But, for now, things were quiet. The vast majority of the 200 some odd members of the Bloody Raven's (and a hired blade that had been picked up along the way), were currently heading back towards the capital.&nbsp; From the last letter he wrote his sister, they should be expecting him tomorrow; and in fact, it was very likely that they would get back in the dead of night or just as the sun rose. it should be noted that those men and women that would later be chosen for the privilege of Honor Guard (the exception being his own bodyguard), were those who had not deployed, but been left behind in their own fortress, which was itself only a day's walk from their main castle. <br><br>Thanks in part to Henrik's brilliant strategy, but also thanks to the highly skilled and well trained men and women he led, they had not suffered a single casualty; although a few dozen of their number would need a week or two to let some injuries mend. Still, their's about six dozen or so dead bandits now, and the handful that might have escape did so by staying low, and are going to maintain that low profile for some time.<br><br>Now, Henrik is a pragmatic man. While stolen goods were returned to their owners, their were cases where those owners were dead, or could not be found. Their was also the case of the cruder but still decent weaponry and armor that some of the bandit groups had access to. These goods were confiscated on his order, and being brought back in carts. <br><br>The gear could be repaired and strengthened into good stuff, and then sold or kept; the money had its obvious uses; the food stocks supplemented their rations; the other goods, mostly trade items, could be sold off. That money, of course, was likely to go right back into funding the Bloody Raven's, but it could very well end up going elsewhere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 10:20:17</strong>
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				Waits for her brother at the gates that he and his Bloody Ravens come through. Has gone every day after practicing with her trainer, eager to pepper her brother with a million questions. What was it like!? How many bastards did you kill!? When can we practice!? Didja bring me anything!? Even though her mother tried to get her to wear a dress for the day her brother comes home, still managed to find a way out of it, at least for the moment. <br><br>Has spent every day she was able writing letters, and waiting for the responses that let her know her big brother is alive and well. She's also keen to share any dirty jokes she learns from her trainer and the others who practice with him. Always a trouble maker, it's not hard to see that since Henrik left for his campaign she's been grounded almost as often as she's been outside waiting at the gates. No manner of tutoring or encouragement will get her to become a lady, and she won't put on a dress unless her mother threatens to take her ninja star and melt it.<br><br>Another suitor had been scared off too, which got her into quite a bit of trouble with both her parents. It wasn't her fault the man had been so damn fragile, it wasn't like she <em>TRIED</em> to break his nose, she just happened to be a little to forceful in her refusal for a kiss. She knew that if Henrik found out about that she'd be lectured for hours, but she didn't care. All she wanted was to see him again. All she wanted was to be just as strong and smart as him.<br><br>Soon in the distance, sees a large group approaching, and begins to jump excitedly. "I see him he's almost here!!" can barely contain her excitement. Even though her brother is not the most expressive person in public, she still always runs up to him and pounces on him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 20:49:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/Mirevia.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Pack the last of my garments with the entourage,” Queen Mirevia commanded a handful of her handmaidens. She was in her bedchambers, applying the finishing touches to her appearances before they departed to the kingdom of Theiri. “Once finished, send word to the stable hands that my horse is to be brushed and saddled. We leave as soon as the King is ready.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The handmaidens left, bearing several cases of her finest outfits to be strapped to the packhorses in their convoy. Some might argue that it was almost too much, given the short expected stay in Theiri, but Mirevia wanted to make sure everyone in the kingdom got a taste of her beauty.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She spent the next few minutes in front of the full body mirror, smoothing and trimming herself, as well as doing a fair bit of admiring. She wore a sheer bodice of lavender silk, plated with silver armor, with netted leggings beneath tall healed boots. A tall collar accented her elegant neck, from which were attached sharp ended pauldrons, as well as a flowing translucent cape of regal purple. The days were still warm, and the nights mildly cool. All she would have to do is don a cloak when the sun dipped low, and there would be no worry of a chill.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Some gifts should also have been brought, but the gift of the visit of royalty would have to suffice. The kingdom’s current campaign had been straining their budget, and this visit to Theiri seemed to be able to benefit both of their kingdoms. Though, with nearly the entire compliment of their Bloody Ravens accompanying them, Mirevia wondered why they simply couldn’t take their riches by force.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 21:36:26</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em>~Dame Zalania, returning with the triumphant Henrik~</em></strong></div><br>Zalania was almost dozing in the saddle, submerged into that state of semi-consciousness one tended to slip into on a lengthy ride. It by no means meant she wouldn't be able to draw blade at the first sign of anything wrong. It simply meant she was quite ready for a rest. Her entire body was shrouded within her white cloak, her head bouncing slightly with her mounts easy gait, an errant slip of white hair falling from her cowl with the gentle wind that came up.<br>&nbsp;<br>She rode slightly to the right and behind of the Prince Henrik, as was her want and right as his personal guard. Occasionally Bad Horse would give a soft whicker, a shake of his head to remove errant fly's from his thick mane of black, and automatically she would respond with a low response. A “be patient”, or a “just keep moving”, would be a typical response. <br><br>The campaign had been fruitful, as Henrik was well versed in his duties. None had been lost on their side, and they had even managed to gain a hired blade as well. That one Zalania wasn't sure about, but it was not for her to say what choices Henrik made. As long as the Prince was safe, that was all that mattered. The sounds surrounding her were familiar, jingle of tack, murmur of soldiers, even the smell, though some might find offensive, were something that she was used to and preferred. Soon enough Bad Horse would bounce his head, pulling tighter upon the reins wrapped loosely within a gloved hand, and she would lift her head, gathering in a slow breath. Rolling her shoulders, hidden eyes of ice would gaze ahead, seeing the looming kingdom of Aserit ahead. None would witness the slight curl of full lips as a hand came to pat her steed upon his muscled neck, murmuring again. “ Look at that. Finally yes? You are in need of a bath Sir, your smell offends the senses..” Bad Horse would huff gently, chewing on the bit, seemingly having understood her jab. Softly chuckling she would straighten within the saddle, slipping a glance to Henrik as he rode before her. Still alive.<br><br>Perfect.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 22:10:00</strong>
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				Every so often, Henrik would cast a glance towards his bodyguard, or around their surroundings. Most of the other men and few women, Sirs&nbsp; and Dames all, chattered amongst themselves; they were on the way back from a successful and fruitful mission, and so he allowed them to relax and be casual; to gloat over their victory.<br><br>It was a nice thing; they always had the luxury of being casual when they weren't on duty, and for their return trip, he considered them 'off duty'; they aren't rushing to combat, they aren't fighting, and they're not tending to their duties at the keep. He gave them much free time, but he was also careful to moderate it; he never allowed anyone to slack off too much. It was a delicate balance of give and take. <br><br>Henrik encouraged the casual nature of their relationship; they were all brothers and sisters in arms. Even with the Prince, who only a few actually referred to as 'Sir' or 'Prince'; he was <em>just</em> Henrik; their general, yes, but he was a soldier just like the rest of them. Their was no need for his title, and he so very rarely had to pull rank; he did not hold himself above the others because of his birth or his position, and it was this exact reason, one might imagine, that the Bloody Raven's were a happy lot, and quite loyal; not just to their kingdom, but to Henrik himself. Even with his aloofness, most took joy in following him. <br><br>"So, Zalania," He would speak after her little conversation with Bad Horse about the steed needing a bath, "I know you've just come back from battle, but I'd like to ask you to come along with me and my family when we ride out to the Theiri lands." Of course, she was unlikely to refuse this offer; she was his personal bodyguard, after all. But at the same time, the option is there; he does not force his men, under anything but the most trying of circumstances.&nbsp; "Feeling up to it? We'' have barely&nbsp; any time to rest before riding out again."<br><br>"While the rest of the Bloody Raven's go back to The Roost," this was what their fort was commonly referred to as; not the castle of the Aserit royal family, but the barracks and headquarters of the Bloody Raven's "We'd need to head directly to the castle. The other Bloody Raven's I picked out to round out the Honor Guard should already be there."<br><br>True to his word, Sir's Lambert, Grim, Leon and Dame's Averille, Jelanda, and leofwine were already at the castle, quietly waiting for the command to ride out. Everybody was in full armor (though in Leofwine's and Averille's case, they wore simple, utilitarian traveling clothes), sharp weapons, and their own provisions of food, water, and other supplies. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 22:19:52</strong>
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				As soon as she spots her brother, immediately breaks into a full run. Normally she'd wait but she's so excited to hear about his battle that she just can't stand still to save her life.<br><br>"HENRIKKKKKKKK!" waves her arms, shouting as she runs up to them. "HENRIIIIIIKKKKK!!"<br><br>She only ever showed this much enthusiasm for her brother, her second loves being love of fighting, and love of reading. Any other loves didn't quite matter much to her. She wanted to be a soldier. She had a bit of hero worship towards Zalania too, but didn't really talk to her so much. Not that she tended to talk much to her anyway, she only seemed to talk to Henrik. A fact that sometimes made Lenally a little jealous, but she knew her brother adored her just as much so she was content to look up to him as sisters often do.<br><br>Goes up and catches her breath while walking alongside his horse. "What was it like!? You have to tell me! I've been so damn bored here.....did you charge into battle and strike them all down? Did you use catapults?!" her excitement is barely containable, it's obvious that while he was gone she did plenty of training but otherwise was quite bored.
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				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 10:02:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em>~Zalania, entering Aserit with Henrik~</em></strong></div><br>As Henrik spoke to her, hands lifted to slip the cowl of her long cloak from her head, shaking out the&nbsp; tousled tresses of white that was her mane of hair, a slender brow lofting at the question posed to her. Ice blue eyes shifted towards her Prince and she spoke, her timbre a low sultry purr.<br><br>“ But of course my Prince. It matters not if we are to be on the move again right away. As long as Bad Horse can be taken care of first, fed and washed down, I can be ready as soon as needed.” Indeed, Zalania was aware that for the most part Henrik not only allowed the Ravens, or anyone in his entourage for that matter to call him by name, she simply refused. Not only was he Prince, but he was HER Prince.<br><br>Even as she answered his question, an excited shriek carried through the air, and her attention eased to the delighted arrival of Henrik's small sister, the Princess Lenally, and she pulled Bad Horse back again to be slightly behind Henrik, allowing him this time with his happy sibling. The girl was a delight really, and she looked fondly upon the youngster, but her job was not the Princess. She would remain silent and simply wait, knowing he would soon enough move off to do his own thing to ready for the trip to Theiri, something that had managed to intrigue her greatly. She would only move from his side to ready herself and Bad Horse when she knew he was in the good hands of someone she trusted.
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				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 10:42:41</strong>
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				"Thank you, Zalania. And of course." He gave a nod of his head, a grimace slowly spreading across his face as he hears his sister. It's not that he doesn't love her, in a brotherly way; but it was actually just a bit on the embarrassing side of things.&nbsp; <br><br>With a light laugh that might seem forced, as she drew near, he'd&nbsp; shift in his position so that he was riding with his legs dangling off on one side; he's side ways now. Reaching down from his horse with one arm, he'd hoist his sister up; she was light, and while he didn't look it, he was possessed of a wiry strength; he didn't have large muscles, he had efficient ones. Deceptive ones, which were quite befitting really.<br><br>He would settle his sister on his lap, so that she could ride along with him, rather than risk her being on the ground; it also allowed him to give her an affectionate hug, under the pretenses of ensuring she wasn't going to slip off accidentally. "Hello, Lenally." As was his usual, their's not much emotion coming from Henrik, though his sister, by now, has probably figured out how to pick up on those subtle cues he gives off. <br><br>"Their will be time for war stories later, sister,"&nbsp; He'd continue "Tell me, how goes your studies and training?"
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 20:17:07</strong>
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				Baldimere was not nearly as fussy as his wife when it came to packing up. He was used to roughing it on the campaign road where having such luxuries was uncommon. Of course, his living conditions were far better then those of his troops but compared to Palace life it was a far cry. Besides, he had servants and aides who were in charge of packing things up for him. He was more concerned about some covert operations he had in mind.<br><br>For starters, this journey would give him a first hand view of the land. This was far better then looking at a map or viewing it for the first time in the heat of battle. It would allow him to take certain courses into action. It would also allow him to view the Military Forces that might oppose such a move, gauging their discipline and quality of arms and armor. Their horses too. One could judge a lot about an Army by such things.<br><br>Politically, the trip was to try and sort out a means to an end. Aserit coffers were running dry and launching another War would bankrupt the Kingdom entirely. With no money, the Troops would rebel and everything he had fought for would be lost. But the Theiri were certainly in no better a situation. They had hardly responded to their Caravans being raided which meant they were in a dire situation themselves.<br><br>It was these thoughts that Baldimere mused as he paced back and forth on the Balcony.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 21:19:03</strong>
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				Pouts at her brother, always making her wait for the good stories but prattles on. "Well, I kicked one guy's ass clear across the ring because he was a little bitch" her language as always, is quite unladylike. But his sister wasn't much for being a lady anyway. "He actually cried Henrik...it was embarrassing. I don't even cry when I get hit in a fight."<br><br>Smiles proudly as they ride along, knowing that her brother may not show his affection as openly as she does, but that he still loves her as his little sister. Also, with an impish streak a mile-wide, Lenally tended to do these things because she knew that he didn't hate it as much as he claimed, he just didn't like to be put on the spot so much.<br><br>"Mother got me new dresses but I terrorized the seamstress and told her to make a dress for a fucking horse. I won't wear one." folds her arms, her way of saying that that part of the conversation was over. Peers around Henrik's shoulder at Zalania and waves.&nbsp; Then pulls back looking up at her brother, "Do you think one day I can come with you like Zalania does? I want to go to a fight! I wish I knew who ratted me out to mother and father..." frowns a bit, "I'll beat them so hard their ancestors will feel it..." pounds a fist into her hand with a thud. <br><br>"I read all the books you told me to, do you have anymore for me?" gets excitedly happy again, practically bouncing in the saddle. "My favorite was the one on proper spear-throwing. I need to build a new target to practice with though....." looks away a bit sheepish, the way she always does when she's done something wrong.<br><br>"But Mother says I have to go....I know she's going to try and make me wear a dress. I hate fucking dresses. I can't wrestle in a dress!" frowns, and looks up at Henrik with puppy eyes, "Could you try and persuade her to let me wear my regular clothes? Please?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 23:19:48</strong>
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				Their's just the faintest twitching of his lips, the absolute thinnest of a smile on his face, as his little sister goes on about the scuffle; and with the crude language he'd expect from people like Sir Grim and Dame Averille. He almost laugh. Of course, it's no surprise they've ended up the way they are; both their mother and father were powerful warriors, so it stands to reason they would be, too. And Henrik's inherited his father's skill with tactics.<br><br>"Perhaps one of these days, sister, I'll find a way to bring you along. But at first, you will have to restrain yourself and work in an auxiliary role. The battlefield is far, far different from the training grounds." And this was mostly how Henrik showed his familial love; caring about her safety. <br><br>A mere second after finishing saying that, a thought flits across his mind, and he believes he figures out a way to make life a bit less complicated for his mother, who was undoubtedly unthrilled with Lenally's actions. "But only if you wear a dress. Just for <em>one</em> day. Just for the first day we go to Theiri, so they will be able to recognize you as a member of our family." He knew she would not be fond of the idea of wearing a dress, but hoped that she might grow to like them, at least off the battlefield where she will inevitably find herself when she is older. Besides, it would only be for the one day. <br><br>"And I will talk to our mother, and see if I can allow you to wear your regular clothes the rest of our stay. How does that sound?" He continued; diplomacy may very well be one of his skills, too. He tried to find a solution that would make everyone involved happy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 23:41:42</strong>
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				Were she an animal, he would feel her bristling at the idea of wearing a dress for even one minute. Much less a day. She turns her head back a bit and looks up at him, "A whole damn day? Fuck......half a day" folds her arms, trying to be as crafty as her brother. She's close, but still has a lot to learn. "Can't mother be pleased with me wearing a damn dress for half a day? And then I can come along with you?"<br><br>Looks hopeful, but knows it won't be easy to get her brother to budge. Lenally knew that while she was great with fighting and training, her diplomacy needed serious work. Unlike her brother who could easily end arguments and work out any sort of problems through skilled conversation, Lenally's approach usually started with foul language and ended in fisticuffs. She was their mother's daughter, minus the tact that comes with time and practice and when to actually get into a brawl. Just shudders at the idea of having to be a lady.<br><br>"So would that be ok? Only half a day? And no girly accessories? I hate it when they try to put jewelry on me or damned flowers in my hair. I wanted to be a boy but I had to be a dumb girl.....shit...." pouts a bit more, waiting for her brother's response.
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				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 00:03:40</strong>
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				"A full day with that kind of language, or a half day in a dress without any obscenities." He can work with this. He knew it killed her sister to have to behave herself, and as she said; she should have been a boy. Hell, she was more of a boy than some boys, more like than not.&nbsp; But she is a princess, and she is going to have to realize that, for better or worse, that means that she <em>can't</em> always do what she wants. <br><br>Henrik might allow her to engage in fighting and crass language and behavior, because it came so naturally to her; but at the same time, he was always urging her to put an end to those habits (except the fighting; becoming a warrior is something he fully encourages). His methodology was different than everyone elses, though; he gave her an outlet, a time and a place for that behavior, hoping that she would eventually accept that some of the time she could do it, but some of the time she would not be able to.<br><br>"Just remember, Lenally. Their is a time and a place to be vulgar and crude. But their are times when you can't be so. It's not always fun, right, or fair, but that is the way life works." This is something he's been telling her quite often. He wanted to see her mature. "And if you behave well, I might let Dame Averille&nbsp; take you out to explore the city, and have some fun." Averille, being by and far the most crass and crude of the guard he'd chosen, was probably the one Lenally could most relate to.&nbsp; She, however, was smart enough to know how to act appropriately when she needed to; really,&nbsp; the whole point of him bringing the former thief along is because he figured she might be able to help Lenally straighten out a bit.<br><br>See, Henrik's crafty like that. Most might balk at the thief, spared execution and turned into a Bloody Raven, being part of their Honor Guard, but he knew if anybody could keep Lenally from getting into <em>too</em> much trouble, it would be her. Besides, one never knows when her particular skill set might come in handy. <br><br>"And I have a gift for you. But you can't go telling anyone about it, alright?" He would wait for her to agree, before getting it out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 00:20:23</strong>
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				Jaw drops and she frowns. She's been beaten as she slumps. "You don't fucking play fair at all Henrik...." sighs and manages to actually restrain herself for just a moment, and says as nicely as she can,&nbsp; "Fine. Half a day, I won't swear...." gets quiet for a bit, he can tell that will be a challenge, "No risque humor, I won't punch anyone unless they try to kiss me....and the dress has to be blue."<br><br>Lights up at the idea of exploring the Dame Averille. "Will I have to behave when she and I go into the city? Or can we go get drunk?" seems to look forward to that, knowing that she won't have to be as well-behaved or wear girl's clothing. He can see her roll her eyes but even at that, he can see that she does respect what he says and listens as he gives her a bit of a lecture on how to behave. "I just don't see why wearing a dress is so...." catches herself on a swear and bites her lip until she feels the urge pass, "...so important. I mean why do they need to know I'm a girl anyway?"<br><br>Gets excited and turns to face him again, a wide grin on her face. "You brought me a present? What is it! Please I want to see!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 00:32:51</strong>
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				"Some times it pays to not play fairly. Remember, their is no such thing as fairness on the battlefield; if you turn your back to an enemy, nothing will stop them from sticking you with a sword or spear." A brutally harsh lesson, perhaps, but one that would be important for his sister. All was fair in war...love? He's not so certain about that, being it's one of the few things he hasn't experienced.<br><br>"Maybe. You'll have to discuss that with her, though." And of course, he'd discuss with Averille first that a bit of ale or wine is fine, but by no means should she allow his sister to actually become outright intoxicated. "And do it quietly, when mother and father can't hear you." He says with a light laugh.<br><br>He would reach into one of his saddlebags, and pull out a small sheathed item of some sort, possibly a knife, and hand it to her. It was a punch dagger, a fairly lethal and quite concealable weapon. He figured not only would she appreciate the gift, and thus be more inclined to behave herself, but should something bad happen...well,&nbsp; if something bad happens, it pays to have a concealed weapon. <br><br>He hands her the sheathed weapon. "Be careful with it, Lenally. Only use it if you have to, and know that you can kill someone with that." He cautioned her again. Whereas she had her hugs and happy squealings, all the caution he advises her with was <em>his</em> way of showing he cared about her. <br><br>And it should be noted that, by now, they are almost to the Aserit main castle itself. He, Lenally, and Zalania would have to divert their course a bit, as the road the Bloody Raven's took from this point was different. The army he had been marching back with would return to The Roost to tend their wounds, relax, and give the smiths and quartermaster work to handle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 00:53:32</strong>
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				Eyes widen as Henrik drops the punch dagger into her hands as she stares at it, pulling it out cautiously. As crude and rambunctious as she is, one of the things she's held most dear is respect for her weapons. Slowly pulls it out and admires it, looking at it in awe. "It's amazing....." quickly sheathes it as she can see they are getting close to the main castle and her parents wouldn't be too pleased with her having it.<br><br>"I won't show it to anyone else I promise!" says quietly, but he can hear in her voice she's quite sincere. Lenally would never do anything that could get her brother in trouble. "And I'll be careful...I'll only use it when I need to." holds it close, quite happy with it. <br><br>"I'll be such a damn lady, our mother and father won't even recognize me!" chirps contentedly.<br><br>Once they reach the main courtyard, hops off and scampers to her room to hide her new treasure before bounding back, knowing that her parents will want to talk to Henrik and probably have some things to say to her too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 07:36:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/Mirevia.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her husband seemed to have his own things taken care of, at least that’s what Mirevia supposed. At any rate, she need not fuss over her own King as she should Henrik. Then there was little Lenally…both of them needed a firm tone from her, for separate reasons. Henrik was her pride and joy, a true icon for Aserit; Lenally was so far turning out to be the start of grey in her otherwise golden hair.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She took one look at her bodice in the mirror, adjusting the cups that held her proud bosom. Perhaps it was a little haughty of her when they were still within the kingdom, but it wasn’t just the people of Theiri she needed to impress; she needed to remain that symbol of feminine elegance and strength within their own homeland. Strong, proud women bred strong, proud soldiers to further their expanse and kingdom, and in the coming years, they would likely need it more than ever since her rule began, what with the current state of their treasury<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Finally satisfied with her appearance for now, she turned from the mirror to her last handmaiden. “Fetch my children. I must speak with them before we depart.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The handmaiden departed, and Mirevia joined her husband and king on the balcony that attached to their quarter. It offered a spectacular view into the kingdom, most notably the city that their castle lay nestled around and the surrounding mountains in the distance.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Well, my darling,” she said, coming to his side. “You seem awfully deep in thought. Are you thinking of how you will impress Theiri upon our first talks?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 21:43:25</strong>
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				Stands in her room while her servants are running around packing. Frowns at seeing them mostly packing girl's clothing and stops one. "Please pack my normal clothing too." <br><br>The servant seems to hesitate, but nods and finds another chest to pack all of Lenally's favorite clothing for her. Sighs and sits on her bed, making sure to remind herself to bring her punch dagger with her...just in case of course. Looks at the pretty dark blue dress placed on her bed and frowns, disgusted. The only good thing about that dress was it's color. Other than that, it was a vile thing, made solely to make her chest stand out and show off her womanly figure as much as she tried to hide it. Makes a mental note to fix it up so it suits her better, never really wanting to destroy anything blue.<br><br>"Well....I guess I have to try it on and go show mother so she'll be quiet about it...." sighs and stands up, stripping down as a servant rushes up to help her into the dress. Looks at herself in the mirror as she pulls it over her head, the servant lacing it just tight enough so her now un-flattened chest is not hard to miss. When Lenally does have to dress as a woman, she's actually quite stunning. The servant cautiously places a matching circlet on her head, which is about the only accessory Lenally will allow.<br><br>Looks at herself in the mirror, sour about the whole thing. "She better fucking love me for this......" shoulders slump as she walks towards the main hall to meet her mother, already dreading the myriad of possible things she&nbsp; might discuss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 00:37:45</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em><strong>~Zalania, readying for the road again~</strong></em></div><br>The language that Lenally boasted was indeed something that one would easily be able to hear upon the training grounds, or the guards mess, or even the stables. Zalania thought it quite amusing, and simply found it endearing. The young Princess knew how she wanted to be, and was bound and determined to have it thus. Catching the wave and sly grin directed in her direction over Henriks shoulder, a glint of shining eyes Lenally would see as her cowled head bowed at the Princess. Soon enough it was obvious that the Prince was caught up around people that would watch him carefully, and she had managed to slip off, leaving Bad Horse at in the capable hands of a trusted boy, trusted by both woman and steed.<br><br>Steady steps would finally bring her to her private chambers, actually quite near to Henriks. As his personal bodyguard she was awarded such amenities. She gave word to a servant to have a hot bath drawn for her. The door finally shut, gloves would be removed and tossed onto the one luxury she did allow herself, the massive four poster bed, soft down mattress, large down pillows, huge down comforter. As much ass she was very capable of sleeping on the ground with her saddle as a pillow, she did love the fluff of her bed. <br><br>Slender digits eased the cowl from her youthful visage, and locks of curling white tumbled free. Swords at her back and knives in wrist sheathes would be eased off, and set atop the large chest at the foot of the bed, where she sat and removed knives from her boots, along with the footwear next. The bath had been filled quickly enough, and bare feet carried her within her bathing chamber, to remove the rest of her clothing. Beneath it all, few had rarely seen, was a decidedly feminine figure. Milky flesh, sweet swell of hips, muscled arms and legs. Her hair swept against the tops of tight hillocks, errant curls kissing against high breasts.<br><br>Beneath her silence, her cunning, her ease at killing was indeed a rather lovely woman. With a sigh of satisfaction she would sink beneath the water, steam rising around her, and she would work on shutting everything out, even if it was but for a few moments before she would need to ready herself once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 01:55:55</strong>
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				He dismounts from his own steed, known as Crimson for its strangely dark red hair, and have a stable boy tend to his horses needs. Henrik himself, wary and wanting to rest, though not outwardly showing any obvious signs of it (his "poker face" truly being that powerful), made his way off to visit with his father and mother; they'd want to and needed to know that he was back, and make a report.<br><br>His black cloak, stained in a few places with splotches of blood that were not his own, trailed behind him, just inches from the ground. His armor had a few dings and dents in it, but it was well cared for. His red leather gloves were well worn, and starting to fade, but held up good enough that he did not feel it right to get a new set yet (he is quite utilitarian, you see).&nbsp; Red leather boots were likewise well worn, but still holding strong. The same can be said of his clothes.<br><br>He'd greet the handmaiden sent to fetch him, and follow after her, being brought towards the king and queens chamber. The handmaiden would pause at the door, knocking hardily on it, and announcing that she had brought Prince Henrik. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 02:12:26</strong>
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				Shows up just as her brother arrives, after the handmaiden knocks on the door to announce his arrival. Walks up, looking quite nice other than the terrible scowl plastered to her face.<br><br>"I figured I'd get a head start just so she might let me be so I can do something besides be a damned lady" whispers to him before the door opens, "I feel so unholy in this thing...." picks at the fabric of her dress like it were riddled with a plague of some kind.<br><br>"No one will tell me why it's so important for me to wear a dress...." pouts as the doors begin to open.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 17:13:32</strong>
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				Archi looked up and stopped his pacing as his powerful wife joined him on the balcony. He smiled at her words and leaned upon the railing as he beheld his Kingdom spread out before him. "Impressing the Theiri is not part of the agenda. Simply being Aserit is impressive enough to bend most people to our will." Archi certainly knew where his Kingdom stood amongst the others. No one would dare attack them due to their elite Military.<br><br>"I am more concerned over an Assassination attempt or what exactly the Theiri wish to gain from this." His voice hardens a little with these words, suggesting that this was indeed the focus of his mind. "I have instructed several people to gather as much information as we can - either way, this excursion of ours will provide us with important information, if not more familiarity of Theiri lands." He sighed, straightening his back. "We should always be vigilant towards Theiri treachery. What think you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 22:28:11</strong>
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				Omar is not yet found by the handmaidens, instead catching the footfall of his youngest sibling echoing in the halls. He follows that trail, easily catching up to both his younger siblings at the chamber doors. He eyes his younger sister, "You still don't understand that the public eye is just as deadly a threat as an army of men. That dress is as strong a weapon as any blade," he lightly scolds her, "You could learn a thing or two from Mother about <em>that</em> kind of warfare."<br><br>Upon the doors opening, Omar does not waste time in entering. First he greets his mother, lowering to one knee to take her hand in his and press his lips to the back of her palm, as any would their Queen. She is a woman to be respected and honoured, and Omar shall treat her as such, family or not. He then greets his father, bowing low and on one knee. "The handmaiden never caught me, shall you have me fetch her, or stay in your company?"<br><br>He had some news for his parents, but would rather it be spoken about in privacy, away from handmaidens and siblings alike. Perhaps it was more a proposition, a matter of business than news, but he would like the opinion of both his mother and father. He had not been blind to the particular, though subtle struggles he had seen in his kingdom and he sought to help ease such stress. To take a young lady's hand in marriage could surely help strengthen financial affairs. But alliances were tangled in thick knots and so picking the most suitable bride would prove difficult. Not to mention, it was originally intended for Prince Omar to marry within the kingdom or the kingdom's alliances, though neighbours had been in the slums too. It might even be seen as too much of a distraction for Omar to marry at such troubled times, seeing the kingdom would need him there to protect the city. However, this matter was completely in his Father's hands as far as Omar was concerned. Whatever his Father would decided, would be in the kingdom's best interest and thus, in Omar's best interest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 23:17:27</strong>
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				Scowls at her brother Omar, "My fists are more deadly than a god damn dress Omar." can't resist using foul language, Omar had a way of drawing that out of her. She loved all her brothers, but Omar was more on her mother's side (or so Lenally thought anyhow) about how Lenally should behave. "I'm not interested in being felt up for politics thank you." looks away, frowning. It didn't make any nevermind to her what others thought, she didn't see the point in being a lady and would do everything she could to avoid it or fight it off as long as she could.<br><br>Follows in behind Henrik as they all enter their parents' chamber and curtsies, preferring to bow but knowing she could easily suck up more to her parents more by playing along until she could get away with Dame Averille. "Greetings Mother and Father, I am glad to see you both well" it's quite shocking to see her speaking so formally, but Henrik would easily be able to catch the strain on her face as Lenally manages to maintain a pleasant, lady-like smile. <br><br>It's killing her to speak without vulgarity once inside the room but wants so badly to explore the city and not be stuck in dresses that a little bit of time playing nice isn't such a bad thing. "How do you find yourselves this day?" says again, in a pleasant tone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 00:19:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/Mirevia.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Indeed,” Mirevia answered her husband with a chuckle. “We are not to be trifled with, and I do hope that the people of Theiri acknowledge that, for their sakes. We are being more than generous with them, though as you say, it does not give us reason to let our guards down. Assassins could strike against Omar and the other children in an attempt to cut our future rule.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Such a thought was troubling, not only for the sake of the kingdom, but simply for the fact that they were her children. Any man to lift a finger against them would feel her personal wrath.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The door to their chambers entered, and Henrik, Lenally, and Omar entered. Omar, her pride and joy, the heir to the throne, properly prostrated himself before her and kissed her hand. Mirevia smiled warmly. “Greetings, my son. Do not worry yourself over a servant. She will return soon enough. I would much rather have you stay so that I may have talks with all of my children.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lenally was next to greet her, curtseying appropriately in a surprising dress of blue. The pained mask of forced pleasantry on her face was more than enough to show that she was furious about having to make herself presentable as a lady should. Mirevia expected nothing less from her rebellious youngest daughter. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I am well, Lenally, how very kind of you to ask,” she replied to her greeting. Her smile was one more of politeness than love. It wasn’t that she didn’t love her daughter; Lenally was just going through a troublesome stage that she had yet to coax out of her. “I see that you have properly dressed yourself for our journey to Theiri. I simply cannot wait to show how my daughter is a prime example of Aserit royalty.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 00:27:28</strong>
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				An eye twitches a little, but it's very subtle as Lenally manages a wider grin, keeping it proper as she'd at least learned to mimic it well enough. "I'm quite excited to travel and hope that I can make you proud of me during introductions to the Theiri court" curtsies again, the mask she is wearing barely restraining the rambunctious child beneath it.<br><br>In her mind, every obscenity known to man and a few knew ones are slung about as if they were going out of fashion in a matter of seconds. <em>UGGHHHHHHH!!!</em> her thoughts screamed, <em>I can't take this! I hate dresses! If I ever become a Queen anywhere I'm banning dresses forever!!!!</em><br><br>"Who will we be meeting when we go to Theiri? Will we be meeting the entire family there as well?" it's very difficult for those who know Lenally best not to laugh at her attempts to be a lady, but those who know better would do well to laugh. Once she's out of her dress, the fists will fly with wild abandon at the he who'd dare to comment or chuckle at her current state.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 00:44:55</strong>
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				Henrik, always the quiet one, merely offered a nod of his head towards his elder brother in greeting; he wasn't king yet, so there'd be no bowing.<br><br>He followed in with his sister trailing along behind him, and, in keeping with his stoic quietness, he wordlessly bowed to his mother and father.&nbsp; He would wait, for a time, to give a battle report; after all, he wanted to see how his parents took to the shock of Lenally being a polite young woman, as he'd ask her to do.<br><br>...And, apparently, his mother just rolls with it; no shock or surprise. That makes sense, though; Lenally, despite her best efforts, did appear as if she were&nbsp; playing a role rather than being her true self. Subterfuge wasn't something she'd ever be good at, he'd imagine; she was far too straightforward. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 01:02:40</strong>
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				Feels a pit in her stomach, knowing her mother isn't buying her shenanigans for a moment. <em>Damnit all to hell....</em> thinks to herself, only for a moment wishing she'd paid a little more attention to how to be a lady. Only for a moment.<br><br>"Shall I excuse myself to resume packing for our trip then?" continues to smile, but anyone can plainly see that if she spends one more minute in that dress, someone is going to die or something will be set in flames.<br><br>"I do have several little things to attend to, and one wouldn't want to be ill-prepared" curtsies politely.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 01:07:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/Mirevia.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Greetings, Henrik,” she said to her youngest son, who offered a polite bow. “The King and I anxiously await your report.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though Lenally voiced the question, she addressed her answer to all of her children. “We will travel to Theiri to discuss the possibility of a peaceful treaty with their royal family. I know you are all aware of the state of our kingdom, and though our military might is more than enough to take Theiri by force, it would cause a great strain on our finances. A better way to strengthen our power is through subtlety this time.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She turned to her oldest son. “Omar, I know that you are well aware of the magnitude of your presence has. You are the shining example of the future of Aserit. You are proud, strong, and determined. Theiri must know that our rule is not weakened by new generations.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Henrik,” she continued, turning to her youngest son. “You are your older brother’s support. Omar is not the only power in our family. You are another example of our military superiority, even if you are younger. Both of you bear your father’s presence, which is formidable.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Last she turned to Lenally, who looked ready to burst at the seams. The fact that her own daughter refused the elegance of the finest of their weaves in favor of men’s clothes infuriated her. She smiled blandly, and stooped to inspect her closer.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“And you, dear Lenally, are the pearl of the family. You carry on that fiery spirit inherent in all Aserit women, especially your mother and Queen.” She ran her hands along the folds of the dress, smoothing and adjusting them. “This dress looks lovely on you. I made sure my servants packed appropriate attire for each day for you. The Theiri men will simply be amazed by the women of the royal family.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 01:13:33</strong>
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				The smile on Lenally's face would be called by some more of a grimace. But that of course would be very kind. <br><br>"O-of course. I would love to ensure I do my part to help....." voice trails off, her sentence barely audible. "I've already made sure to pack my clothing well. You have no need to fret Mother"<br><br>Is as stiff as a board, not moving at all as her mother compliments how nice she looks in a dress and talking of how she should have an appropriate wardrobe every day. <em>Damn fineries and damn manners!!!!</em> screams in her head, but at least has the common sense to keep those thoughts to herself. Lenally loved her parents so much, but just could not understand why they would not just let her do as she pleased. She wasn't hurting anyone.....unless they tried to kiss her. Or reprimand her...or....at any rate, she knew she'd have to do her best to avoid wearing women's clothing.<br><br>"I am far too plain for men to notice, they would much rather a more buxom woman than one such as I"
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 01:30:29</strong>
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				A firm nod of his head is given when his mother mentions the use of subtlety; something Henrik most certainly approves of. As capable as he was of cleaving someones head off with his sword, he also knew the value of a sheathed sword. <br><br>Luckily for the kingdom, the Bloody Ravens' basically pays for itself. They're called Ravens for a reason; they're&nbsp; scavengers. After the battle's come to an end, all the equipment and provisions of their enemies are taken. Most of it gets some touch up work done, and is then distributed to armories in their nation, to ensure that they always maintained a good stock of weapons and armor; some times, it would be sold off, wholesale, to some of the merchant networks Henrik stays in touch with. Any actual funds they acquire are given straight to the royal coffers, but it usually ends up getting reinvested into the Bloody Raven's.<br><br>"Of course, mother. You honor me." He spoke with a cool, crisp, clean, evenly paced, and downright monotone voice; some might be insulted by the lack of emotional inflection, or disturbed. His family, however, knows better by now; Henrik has always been, and always will be, a quiet stoic. "I will endeavor not to soil our family or our country during these talks." <br><br>When he hears his mother mention that Lenally's clothes are already packed and prepared for her, he would look to his sister, quietly mouthing the words <em>roll with the punches.</em> He knew how this back and forth played out; it was always the same, with just the slightest change in the specific words used. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 01:35:06</strong>
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				Catches his words and makes a subtle nod, and turns to her mother, a more genuine smile as she works harder to pull the wool over her mother's eyes.<br><br>"I will do my best to ensure that I am ready for any events that are planned, and will honor my family" bows her head, curtsying even lower. She said only for any planned events, she never promised to wear dresses outside of them. As long as she looked nice before her mother, then she could do as she pleased out of her sight.<br><br>And Lenally always manages to find a way to skitter off and train. "Please excuse me, my dearest Mother, but I shall return to ensure that my wardrobe is appropriate and fitting. I'm sure my brothers have much to discuss with you" lifts her head, smiles and waits to be dismissed, having done her part to be as lady-like as it's possible for her to be.<br><br>Once given leave to go, graciously exits. She can move like a lady when she wants to, but once the doors close and she's just far enough away, there is the distinct sound of footsteps running down the halls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 03:41:23</strong>
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				And once Lenally left, he prepared to make his report to his parents. He'd certainly inform her, along the trip, about the fight, tell her the stories she always wanted to hear; but he knew she'd be bored to tears with his nearly mechanical deliverance of the official report. <br><br>"As for my report...the bandits were mostly comprised of disenfranchised former soldiers from some of our&nbsp; recently annexed territories. They were using an abandoned fortress, which was heavily damaged from a previous siege, as a base of operation.&nbsp; I hired a third party agent to infiltrate their ranks, and kill their commander at night. When their camp panicked at the news, I then led my forces in a full assault. The agent escaped during the attack...and because of the confusion he caused, we suffered no casualties. A few of my men will need to be tended to by the physicians for a fortnight or so, however." His voice, at no point, cracks or changes in any way, shape, or form; it is perfectly, strictly, rigidly kept the same, though he shows not even a single drop of effort in doing so. <br><br>"Provisions, weapons, and armor have been collected from their stronghold and from the slain. The spoils should net about two thousand; enough that the campaign will have paid for itself. Above and beyond that, however, we personally visited the affected towns and villages that suffered from the banditry. Many of them were most pleased with our expedient action, and I believe we have more firmly solidified the loyalty of those people."<br><br>"Additionally, nearly a dozen bandits threw down their arms and surrendered...Under my authority, we held a public execution of them. I felt this would convey a strong message to the masses. We will not tolerate destabilizing agents in our country; we will not suffer the craven leeches to harm those who swear their loyalty to us, to whom it is our duty to protect." From start to finish, everything was cold and detached; even that bit of patriotism near the end was bland. "Bandits and their ilk will find no succor in our country, only an ignoble death." To punctuate the conclusion of his report, he would bow to his parents, and await their say.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 23:02:17</strong>
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				Archibald barely inclined his head to acknowledge the arrival of his children. They were, of course, lesser then him despite the fact that the future of his Kingdom rested with them. His oldest and Heir was growing up into a smart man. His daughter, on the other hand, was more often mistaken for a man. She would be hard to marry off, if not for the fact that an alliance through marriage to his Kingdom held more sway then her looks...er, style. His youngest son, on the other hand, seemed to have a flair for tactics much like himself and would prove to be a valuable, strong General once he passed. It would go a long way to keeping order in his kingdom.<br><br>"Very well done, Henrik." He finally responds after hearing his report. "Any idea on the origins of the weapons? If foreign, I would like to track down whomever is supplying such weapons as they are only adding to the situation here. If they're coming from Theiri lands...well, needless to say how we would have to respond." He clasps his hands behind his back as he speaks. "The execution was a good idea. I would have done the same thing. A dozen less bandits to fill up our dungeons and the example it sets will certainly sway others from taking their place." He nods his head. "Yes, well done. I hope you remain vigilant while in Theiri lands."
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 04:46:08</strong>
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				Omar bowed his head in acceptance to his mother's words, "I will not even let such fanciful thoughts cross their rather colourful imaginations," Omar assured his mother, mahogany orbs meeting her own blue ones, "My worth will be made known to the Theiri as well as to their people. I will honour my Father's name, his kingdom and our people."<br><br>Omar was a man that kept true to his word, though he knew that the people of Theiri would dislike him for being of Aserit royalty, he also knew that he could still demand respect with just his stance. A good balance of strength, logic and cunning had helped him master the media, which Omar strongly believed that a war was waged as much in the mind as on the battlefield.<br><br>"If I might ask to keep in your company for a moment longer, after we have finished what ever it is you have to say," Omar requested, looking from his mother and back to his father, waiting for an answer to his request. "I have some thing to propose to you, in terms of both social relations as well as financial standing," he further explained.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 20:21:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/Mirevia.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I expected nothing less from you Henrik,” Mirevia said, beaming with pride. “I whole-heartedly agree with your father; our dungeons should be reserved for those truly deserving of our wrath. The scum that raid the roads and wilderness are best left beneath our heels for the birds to peck.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That was exactly the type of message that needed to be conveyed to Theiri. They were a nation of reason with a curt edge. Many had made them out to be bloodthirsty barbarians, but their nature was simply to conquer those who were weaker. This led to a unified kingdom and people. Any that opposed them for the sake of ushering ill upon others was to be met without mercy.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She cupped Henrik’s face in her hands and bestowed a kiss on his cheek. “Now, why don’t you go help your younger sister prepare for the journey?” She raised an eyebrow questioningly. “I sense some…discomfort, shall we say, about going to Theiri. It would do her well for her older brother to ease her mind, lest her mother be more forthcoming about the expectations of her.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After she dismissed Henrik, Omar spoke up once more, requesting their presence. Mirevia turned to him, smiling. “Of course, my pride. Your mother will always lend an ear to aid the growth of her eldest child. What do you wish to discuss?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 20:30:31</strong>
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				"I am not certain of the maker of the weapons. However, I have sent word for the Bloody Raven's personal smiths to examine them. Most smiths are keen to leave an emblem, a trademark of sorts. If anyone would know what symbol belongs to whom, it'd be them." He said with a firm nod of his head. "Though, if I were to wager a guess...I would say that, since they were former soldiers of subjugated nations, then it stands to reason their armaments came from the armories of those nations; either carried off in the soldiers hands, or somehow acquired through black market channels." As much as Aserit might be all about controlling such things, the fact is, any sufficiently large nation such as themselves will have a black market; their's just no real way to put a full stop to it, no matter how hard they try.<br><br>He graced his mother with one of his rare, thin smiles as she bestowed her praise on him, and when told to go with his younger sister, he gave a nod of his head. "Of course. I'll speak with her more about the value of guarding one's tongue." He imagined that, as much as it was a faux pas for her to not be wearing a dress for such a formal occasion, it would be her swearing that got her into trouble more than anything else. "And her fists." He adds in, as an afterthought, though he knew that would be just about impossible.<br><br>He would step back, give his family one last, small bow, then excuse himself from their chambers to go visit his sisters' room. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 21:55:00</strong>
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				Meanwhile in her room, has already started making doubly certain that all her normal clothing was packed away. Stands for a moment, staring at herself in the mirror. She hated looking like a lady. The way people stared at her when she was in a gown.&nbsp; Her figure (when not flattening her chest to be more masculine) was quite pleasing. She was very svelte from all her training, yet she still had attractive curves. Frowns at her image. <br><br>"I hate you..." says more to herself in the dress than the dress itself. "I'll never be you. Ever. I'm going to be a soldier, not a damn concubine to some man." practically spits the last part out, as if it were some vile taste that she couldn't be rid of. In her mind, her mirror image laughed at her, a feminine girl with pretty eyes. Quickly turns away, and hears the door open, seeing Henrik come in.<br><br>Grins widely but frowns a bit. "I guess I wasn't able to fool Mother at all. Father hardly noticed but I'm not entirely surprised. He's been so deep in thought lately" sits down on a chair. "Let me guess..." says with a roll of her eyes, "She wants you to talk to me about being on my best god damn behavior so I don't offend some more old wench and probably wants me to be all sweet and charming towards the men. Am I close?" raises an eyebrow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 00:29:01</strong>
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				"If you were firing a crossbow, you'd have killed a man, that's how close you are." He spoke in his usual, dull, colorless voice, even though his word choice had the feel of a joke. He rests himself against the wall, watching her.<br><br>"look at it this way, Lenally. If you toe the line well enough for this meeting, you'll have chances to go out with Dame Averille. Plus, if you do well enough, our parents might actually acquiesce to you joining the Bloody Raven's." Though it was Henrik's call who got into that organization, it would be up to his parents whether she'd be allowed to apply in the first place.<br><br>"I've already chosen out our Honor Guard for this trip, by the way. Dame Averille will be coming along with you, but I was also thinking of assigning Sir Grim, or Sir Leon, to you as well." To keep her safe, of course, though he doesn't directly say that, so as not to offend her. On the one hand, he had confidence in her martial prowess; at the same time, however, he would feel better if she were with one of his veterans, too. He didn't trust Averille in a fight; she wasn't warrior material, but worth keeping around in the Bloody Raven's because of her other skills.<br><br>"Do you have a preference?" He figured those two would be the ones she would get along with the most; plus, they'd both have stories to tell. Leon had been his trainer, and though getting up there in age, by far being the oldest of the Bloody Raven's, his intellect and prowess were as razor sharp as his spear. Grim he knew would literally lay down his life to protect <em>any</em> member of the royal family; the man was practically married to their country. Both of them would have plenty of stories for Lenally; Leon likely to gloss over some of the gory details, Grim more likely to go into gruesome, nightmare-inducing detail. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 03:28:47</strong>
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				Shrugs, trusting her brother wouldn't put her with someone who wouldn't get along with her or keep her safe. Not that she needed it, but she knew he'd insist on it.<br><br>"Whoever you think is the most fun for me" giggles a little but still frowns a little bit. "Mother plays dirty you know. She knows I listen more to you than to either her or Father. I just don't want to go there and wind up engaged. I know it's been on Father's mind, probably Mother's too. I am not interested......I wish they would just let it be. Can't you or Omar get married instead?"<br><br>Eyes light up at the idea of joining her brother's group. Practically jumps up and bounds up to him excited. "Really?! Me?! Oh Henrik if I could do that I'll do anything you ask! I'll won't swear for a whole fu......month!" <br><br>Her response makes it more than clear that she'll do what she must to join her brother's Bloody Ravens. To be able to fight with her brother.....it would be a dream come true!
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 04:20:11</strong>
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				"I'll put you with Sir Leon, then." He says with a nod. Actually, he just thinks that Leon would be a better choice to help smooth out her rougher edges.<br><br>"I know she does. But like father...like all of our family, really, she knows what she wants, and she knows how to get it. She won't stop, either." He says with a firm nod of his head. <br><br>"They might want Omar to marry in our nation, or to any nation that we might have genuine difficulty in conquering... realistically speaking, a political marriage with you and someone from Theiri is the best idea.&nbsp; I know you don't want to hear it, Lenally, but their's logic and reason to it." <br><br>He gives all of a single moment for that point to sink in, before continuing. "However, I would gladly swap places if it's a princess instead of a prince they have." He would, too. He had no problems with a political marriage; he wasn't really much for romance; their where, however, certain traits he'd want his potential wife to have.<br><br>"I'll pitch the idea at them, at least. I'm not so sure they'll acquiesce, but it's still worth a shot." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 04:32:16</strong>
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				Nods in agreement, confident in her brother's choice. Surely whomever it would be is far more fun and interesting than listening to her parents and the King and Queen of Theiri. She wanted to explore, she wanted to see the sights. She wanted to go to their training arena and watch or even participate!<br><br>Gets up, stalking back and forth as she hears Henrik's agreement about their mother. "I wish they could just accept me as I am.....this is why I wish I had been born a man." sighs a bit, and continues pacing until she hears Henrik mention that there's a chance that she might be married off in Theiri. A political marriage, the stuff of her nightmares.<br><br>Stops dead in her tracks, stiffening like a board. Slowly, she turns to face her brother, her eyes blazing with rage. "A marriage.......our parents wish to try and marry me off in Theiri?" her voice is calm, but there is definitely an edge to it, one that more than indicates she's quite upset and angry. "How strong are those chances Henrik?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 05:03:05</strong>
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				"I don't know if it is their wish or not; merely that it is a logical maneuver. Assuming their is a male heir to Theiri, then the chances they'll try to arrange your marriage is about 60-40, <em>not</em> in your favor. Still, their is a chance that their is a princess... which means it would fall most likely on me, but possibly on Omar." Lenally must surely be cursed with both of their emotions, for Henrik is as stone-like as ever. Is he even breathing, or blinking? Hard to tell at times.&nbsp; If she weren't so used to it, she might find it creepy.<br><br>"That is assuming that Theiri would want to go ahead with that. For all we know, this could end in a simple signing of a peace treaty or an armistice...then again, it may very well be an ambush meant to end our family... That is why I gave you that weapon, and why I have chosen to take some of the strongest of the Bloody Raven's with us." He's quiet for a few moments, eyes closed during that span of time.<br><br>"I sent an agent to scout out the route, and get a feel for things; a man of little consequence.&nbsp; If he does not return, I'll have a contingency of Bloody Raven's conveniently patrolling our borders near where we will cross into their lands, just in case." He comments, as always, casually. He liked to be prepared, even though he did not think that Theiri would try something like that; the risk of Aserit being provoked into a war of vengeance was too high...and in that scenario,&nbsp; the most likely result would be the entire Theiri line hanging from gallows, or perhaps getting roasted in a brazen bull (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brazen_bull). 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 05:08:27</strong>
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				"For the sake of everyone involved there'd better be a damn girl on their side." hisses. Then he actually sees Lenally for the first time since she was a little girl look about to cry. An angry cry perhaps, but a cry nonetheless.<br><br>He can see her struggling to restrain her emotions as she's learned to do, quite well actually, but still, it's like she's about to start punching the nearest object to get out her frustrations. It isn't hard to see why, Lenally has never liked being told how to live her life. To her, being married off even if it's for a good cause, is meaningless if she can't at least have a say in it. <br><br>"I.....I want to have a few minutes alone please." that cinches it. Lenally never cried in front of anyone, and usually is comfortable crying in front of Henrik. This time however, she's more upset than usual, and waits for her brother to leave her alone for awhile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 05:13:05</strong>
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				He felt bad for his sister; he really did. If he had been so restrained, he probably would have just upped and disappeared. <br><br>With a quiet nod of his head, he moved towards the door, opening it slowly, and stepping out. He shut the door, and chose to wait outside it in the hall, to stop any of her servants or the like from entering. She needed time alone; she would get it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 05:21:34</strong>
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				Once the door is closed, he can hear a few choked sobs, and the sound of something punched. Hard.<br><br>Were it a man's face, it'd be unrecognizable by morning. Whenever Lenally was this upset, it was a good chance that she'd sleep very little, if at all. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 07:53:36</strong>
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				Omar gave his brother a nod when he departed from their company, then faced his mother, "I have given it much thought," Omar begins, "And the more I think, the more sense it makes, despite my distaste for such an idea, but I believe it may greatly benefit our Kingdom. Lenally, like you have said is our pearl, however, she is still unpolished in her mannerisms," he gives a crooked smile, "I think I could attribute such stubborn mindedness to a particular woman," he teased his mother, "But she doesn't possess the same prowess when it comes to politics and tactics, not like you, Mother. I'm not sure if you have thought to ease public affairs by marrying her off to a Theiri... But I think to leave such a weighty responsibility on the shoulders of Lenally would be reckless. But marriage would definitely seem a wise choice. I have long imagined myself to wed a fine Aserit lady, never had it even crossed my mind that I would even think of wedding enemy blood. But now, I find it more logical with each passing day. Not only do I hold the hearts of our people, but so do both of you. If we were to decide upon me marrying a Theiri woman, our people would support us. I thought, maybe Henrik could marry a Theiri woman, but after heavy debate with myself, I know that I am most fit to marry the enemy. I have been raised to fully embrace my Father's kingdom and his family- heart, mind and soul I am wholly devoted to my people. I cannot fail them. Henrik and Lenally have led a different life than I. They were not born nor raised to sacrifice for this kingdom. The Theiri are tricky and could fool or even capture the heart of either of my younger siblings. However, you know that my loyalty is impenetrable. I am already married to my kingdom and its people, I will never love any woman, never mind a Theiri woman, as much as I do Aserit. So Aserit will stay safe in my hands, as it did my Father's, when the crown is passed to me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 14:56:52</strong>
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				King Archibalds grim look seemed to harden even more as he listened to his Heir speak. He felt his blood slowly start to boil at Omars words. The very thought of a Thieri woman sitting beside his son, as Queen of Aserit, was unthinkable to him. And then to have the son of a Thieri lay claim to his throne...."Blasphemy!" He blurts out, unable to separate his thoughts from speech. "I will not have the future Heir to my Kingdom be of Thieri blood! I would not have my bloodline soiled by theirs!" He started to pace again, clenching his hands behind his back to prevent himself from striking something. "Henrik...Henrik would be more suitable. Just like I have rewarded my Generals with holdings in newly conquered lands, Henrik would be a suitable ruler over Theiri lands. He has the ability to keep the region under control and I would rather have him rule with fear then the love of the people. Or Lenally - a Marriage to her would almost be just as good. But to you, Omar? I do not know what game you are playing at but I do not like it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 19:36:22</strong>
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				Omar kept calm though his Father showed his distaste at Omar's idea, "As you wish, Father. It was merely an idea. After all, I have learned to look to nobody but one's self if some thing is to be done. It is not that I want the Theiri blood to mix with mine," he gave a look of displeasure, "So it pleases me to hear you refuse my proposal since the thought of bedding a Theiri woman is a rather unpleasant one. Henrik would be the best choice between the two, Lenally... if the man doesn't fit her fancy could possibly only make matters worse. I'm simply playing a game of politics, Father," Omar answered, "And perhaps reminding you, that I would do any thing you asked of me, without question." With that said, Omar looked back to his mother a light smile gracing his lips, "If there is nothing more to be said, then I shall not burden you with my company any longer," he said to both.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 19:56:38</strong>
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				Oblivious to the argument his father and older brother were having, he eventually finds himself making off for his room. Lenally would be fine; she was strong. And he couldn't really bare to hear the occasional sob through the thick door.<br><br>His room was a very spartan affair, everything nice and neat and orderly; if their society was a bit more advanced, some might think that Henrik suffered from obsessive compulsive disorder with how everything is. The place no longer held any of his personal affects, save for some clothes, really; he was gone so often to stay amongst his own troops in their fort, that he'd had a room in it made for himself and furnished with his things.<br><br>Without the aid of a squire, he would set his sheathed sword on the too-large bed, and then work on removing the armor he wore; after that, the clothes. He paused to eye the blood stains on his cloak, but decides that he will not have it laundered. <br><br>Instead, he ends up having a servant fetch him some water and soap so that he can clean himself. He's been out on this recent campaign for several weeks, and he was grimy enough to show it. That was a problem that would soon be rectified. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 00:53:22</strong>
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				Hears footsteps moving away, but knows that Henrik probably has things to attend to before they leave.<br><br>Meanwhile, feels practically sick to her stomach. Looks to her giant ninja star, and can't bare the idea of ever putting down or away just because she might be more manly than whomever she is eventually forced to marry. Curls up on her bed after a little while, wondering what it would be like if she were a man instead. Then she could marry whomever she pleased, but of course she'd want them to like her. Lenally wouldn't force someone to marry her anymore than she would allow herself to be forced.<br><br>Hopes and prays that either her beloved brother Henrik or her dear brother Omar will instead take up the mantle and marry to keep the peace. She'd make a horrible wife anyway. She may be beautiful (but when dressed as a man, cute) but her manners are poor, she prefers the company of soldiers to nobles, and couldn't converse about popular topics to save her life (unless of course they are related to combat).<br><br>Wonders if her mother will come to try and talk to her as well, frowning a bit at the idea. Now wouldn't be the best time, but it never stopped her mother before. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 04:47:35</strong>
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				Archibalds balled fist swung out from behind his back and opened up, only to strike open handed across his sons face - hard enough to sting and perhaps draw blood - though it showed great restraint not remaining balled into a fist. "Watch your tone with me, boy." He practically spits the last word out. "I don't need anyone REMINDING me about anything! You pompous ass!" This time he does spit the last word, a wad of spit landing on the balcony. "Who do you think I am? Making suggestions that you know I will reject? Perhaps I have been wrong all alone and my heir-apparent is really a half-wit!" He shakes his head in disgust.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 05:28:12</strong>
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				Omar does not flinch, neither before nor after being struck by his father. His gaze, however, lingers on the floor for a moment having been redirected courtesy his father's hand. He realigns that gaze though, eyes again upon his father. His cheek, already red and stinging from the strike, is neither hidden in shame nor high lighted in dramatic play by Omar. As ever, he keeps calm, perhaps a trait taught to him by a mentor other than his father. The look in Omar's eyes do not change, either. Neither love nor hate lingers in those mahogany orbs, merely duty and loyalty, perhaps a rather annoying unwavering quality about Omar to his father, though the latter may be missed by Omar's father, as it is not unheard of for a son to back stab his father for the throne. "My apologies," he answers his father's harsh words, bowing to show respect, "I did not intend for my words to offend." He doesn't make any arguments, especially not the one where he corrects his father saying that he did not <em>know</em> or would not dare predict his father's rejections, which is why he sought advice from his father in the first place. It is better to leave some things unsaid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 18:12:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/Mirevia.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Such foolishness, Omar!” Mirevia said after her husband, aghast, putting a hand to her bosom. Her mind still spun from his suggestion. “You are the heir to Aserit; you will not waste your status on a foreigner. Your father is right, one of your siblings may take up the mantle of marrying another, but you will be wed to a full-fledged Aserit lady.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When Omar replied, perhaps she would not have struck him as hard as her husband did, but saw no need to add her hand as well. Instead, her blue eyes merely sparked with disapproval at her son’s attitude. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“My love, stay your hand!” she snapped as Archibald rattled off to him. “Lest you knock a more ridiculous idea into his head.” She reached out and caressed the afflicted spot on his cheek with her cool palm, but the touch was brief. Her fingers instead went to his chin to lift his gaze to hers.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Such words can crumble an entire kingdom, my son,” she spoke carefully. “A king must pick his words carefully, whether it be speaking to diplomats, or to his own father and mother. You are past the age in which my cane frequents your bottom, as it still does with Lenally, but the discipline I lavish upon you is merely a kiss compared to the teeth of the world.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She dropped his chin, the lesson planted in his mind for him to think about. “We will speak of this subject no more. Go and prepare yourself for the journey to Theiri.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 18:21:04</strong>
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				Rage still burned in Archibalds eyes as he forced himself to back off, turning his back on his Heir as he peers out once more over the Kingdom that lay before him. His hands remained clenched behind his back, resting on the small of his back, his shoulders tense and rigid. He was seething with the rage that now filled his mind along with those thoughts he had already been thinking about. How could his very own son think up such an idea? There was clearly something wrong with his head. Archi would have to keep a close eye on Omar during this trip. Otherwise something might occur that was irreversible and threatened the Kingdom. <br><br>Archi longed for the days where the coffers were full and his armies were marching proudly before him, taking great swaths of land from neighboring kingdoms. The days when he was younger and more suited for the Campaign road, when life was much more simple and his children young. Of course, such days were long behind him and now the games he played were more mental then physical.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 20:17:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em>Zalania, ready for the road</em></strong></div><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/12/C3600cb17a79e7965fcecfe95a98cb2b-d2yrjb4_crop.jpg)</div><br>Washed, dried, and her clothing and gear cleaned to her specifications, Zalania stood in front of the full length mirror, hues of ice gazing back at herself in silence.&nbsp; Slow perusal of what she saw, no emotion upon her face. Finally she would sigh softly, lifting the cowl over her head, tucking stray whisps of platinum beneath the hood.<br><br>With a sharp turn on a booted heel she would make her way out of her room, the thick door shutting behind her. A flick of her gaze would be afforded to the guards lining the long hallway, and she would make her way towards Henriks room. Her cloak billowed out behind her as her stride was quick, and a scowl would form across her sleek brow as she passed Lenally's room, and heard the sobbing within. The young Princess must have been informed she would need to wear dresses. A purse of her lips and she would make her way to Henriks room, where she would not knock, or make her presence known. Instead, she would simply dismiss with a silent nod of her head the guards at his door, and place herself there instead. <br><br>Henrik would know she was there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 21:24:37</strong>
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				Omar didn't turn away either words or touch, though the soft caress his mother offered was no more comforting than a slap to the face. Thankfully it only lasted a mere moment, "And is it not true that such words can save one, mother?" he gently questioned, being very familiar with the history of Aserit kings before his father. A few times the Aserit had wedded an enemy to keep peace. He didn't need to explain any further, knowing both knew their history as well as he.<br><br>He was not angry that they had forbade him from wedding a Theiri- it wasn't an idea he was too fond of himself. And he wasn't even angry at having been struck or spoken down to like a child, these things he had been accustomed to. Each mistake he had ever made would be sure to be met with discipline, and mistakes were to be made. No body was born a King. But it was troubling for Omar to see the close-mindedness of both his parents. Aserit blood did not always play by the book, some times they would play dirty, or do the unthinkable, for the good of their kingdom. This was how the Aserit grew from the few meager warriors to a fortified, glorious kingdom. Why should Omar ever count out the characteristics that made them who they are today?<br><br>Omar of course, did not mention this, maybe having pushed his parents patience a bit too far. He gave a bow to both, the same as he would any day before leaving the room. His cheek was still stained with the red mark and nosy hand maidens who had been listening to the whole thing pulled away from the door, though one dared to follow.<br><br>"Why would you ever want to marry a Theiri?" she asked, her familiar voice making him pause, once they were alone in a hallway, "That's not the Omar I know." Her voice was quiet so no body would hear her call him by his name without a "prince" attached. A childhood friend, you could call her.<br><br>"I wouldn't," he answered her, "But some circumstances call for you to do things you wouldn't wish to. I am sure you understand that," he said, "No Theiri woman could ever compare to the beauty of an Aserit woman, not even to a mere Aserit hand maiden," he said with a grin, which of course made the hand maiden blush. "Now go, before some body catches you enrapturing a Prince," he teases her.<br><br>Of course, all the hand maidens were sweet on the two princes of Aserit, but Omar especially since he was the heir and since he did joke with those hand maidens when no body else was around. This too, was warfare. The hand maidens were very useful tools, as their word could leak to the public. And if you were close enough, you could have leeway on what would be the talk of the town. "Oh, and Molly," he said, catching her hand and pulling her back to him, those rich eyes focused on her blue ones, looking as decadent as the finest chocolate, "I trust you and the other fair maidens will keep this secret between us," he softly said, raising her hand to the reddened cheek.<br><br>"Y-yes," she stammered, "Of course, you have my word, Omar," she swore, "I'll tell them right away!"<br><br>He smiled, kissing her hand before letting it go, "I knew I could trust you, Molly," he said to her, "Now then, we really must part, for if I'm not ready by the time our royal King and Queen are, then I might get a matching one," he teased, thereafter parting ways with the swooning hand maiden. Omar could play almost any body a fool, especially a woman. But he was good with both words and body language and knew what to say. If only he could have the same effect on his parents.<br><br>Making his way to his chambers, he waited until a hand maiden would fetch him, as he was already packed and ready for the trip to the Theiri kingdom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 23:44:17</strong>
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				He scrubbed and cleaned, scrubbed and cleaned, scrubbed and cleaned himself free of the accumulated dirt and grime that had built up on him from the trail and battle.&nbsp; It always felt good to get it all off, even if he didn't really pay much mind to it when it was there. <br><br>He'd be drying himself around the time he heard the movement of his armored guards outside his door; that meant Zalania was finished with her down time and awaiting him. A few minutes would pass as he got dressed up again, his clothing of choice being the simple, rough, utilitarian traveling garb he often preferred, as well as his armor, which, though taking him a while, was donned without any sort of aid, as one might typically require.<br><br>Of course, he made sure to pack some more expensive clothing; the kind of stuff that royalty was supposed to wear, with its rich, vibrant colors, and expensive materials, and teeny tiny bits of precious metal and gems. <br><br>He made sure the sheathe of his sword was well attached to the belt around his hip, and that his cloak was securely fastened by a silver pin, before moving towards the doors of his room. He opens them up, stepping out, his usual blank, statuesque look on his face. He smiles, a rare thing for him, very thinly, and only for a single moment, at his bodyguard. "We should be moving out shortly." He said as he shut the door. <br><br>"I imagine Lenally will be pretty glum the entire trip. We might need to cheer her up with some stories of the battle." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>10-07-2011, 02:26:33</strong>
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				Soon, hears a knock at her door, and the voice of one of the hand maidens calling to her. "Your highness, it's time to leave. Are you ready?"<br><br>Stands up, not even trying to hide the intense sadness that hung over her like a dark cloud on the horizon. She knew her brother wouldn't lie to her about the odds of her being married off. He would never lie to her about anything. If anyone existed she could trust without fear it was Henrik. The idea of being given off before she could fight by his side killed a part of her, but like a cornered dog, she would nurse her wounds. She wasn't going to marry anyone she didn't want to, and she would find a way to accomplish that. But the idea of her brother having to do that made her even sadder, she'd never want an arranged marriage for anyone who wasn't keen to the idea.<br><br>However, she knew Henrik would make good on his word. He would help her find a way to explore and be herself, she just hoped that it would not put him in the line of fire from their mother and father.<br><br>Steps out of the room, "I'm as ready as I'll ever be, but I plan to set this damned dress on fire." laughs a little at the expression on the hand maiden's face, one that was stunned at the language coming out of Lenally's royal mouth. "What? Surely this is nothing new for you to hear coming from me." chuckles a little, feeling only a little better, and heads towards where her family would be gathering to set off on their journey.<br><br>She walks as if she's heading towards her own funeral, complete with a glum face, and drooping shoulders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>10-07-2011, 09:44:55</strong>
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				Omar decides to wait for the others outside, his belongings appropriately packed on a wagon, along with his family's belongings. He had already decided to travel by horseback, not joining either his younger siblings in their carriage. He would ride ahead of his family, joining the league of scouts that would dismantle any potential plans that sought to wreak havoc on the royal family.<br><br>Across his back was slung his bow and quiver of arrows. The familiar weight of his heavy hammer strained against the holster on his hip. He had thought it more traditional to arrive at the Theiri castle with a sword at his hip, but the sword was not Omar's trademark weapon. It was the customized war hammer that was the traditional weapon Omar's glorious victories were told with.<br><br>A strange weapon, indeed, much weightier than a sword but when mastered could simply not be paralleled, as far as Omar was concerned. Such a weapon could crush through bone and metal alike, rendering the most talented of swordsmen useless, given a broken arm or crushed hand. It was a precise and brutal weapon. The handle of his hammer was deadly too with a sharpened tip for spearing and impaling. A quite handy little bonus when in the midst of battle.<br><br>Already he was seated upon his ever faithful steed, warming up its muscles for the ride ahead. The cream coloured horse was a handsome creature, with dark, almost black socks and muzzle, it's mane and tail a matching colour. Eryo, (pronounced E-yair-oh), is what Omar had trained the horse to respond to when he called.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>10-07-2011, 21:29:24</strong>
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				Glumly walks out, spotting Omar ready to go and watching him as he calls his faithful steed. Wishes her mother wouldn't insist on her riding in the carriage, and knows once they reach Theiri she won't be able to get away from her family fast enough. She loves to explore, to see new things. And she wants to see how the Theiri people fight so she can learn new ways to beat the snot out of any suitors who try to pursue her.<br><br>For a moment entertains the idea of taking a vow of chastity, but for some reason the idea fades away despite her desperate attempts to hold onto it. She knows her mother wouldn't allow it, and her father would most definitely not. Can feel some of the gaurds throw a glance her way, startled by her dress and how pretty she looks in one. When she catches them however, they look away, seeing the her glowering at them. <br><br>Goes up to Omar and says sulkily, "At least you get to ride on a horse.....I don't really want to ride in a carriage."
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>10-07-2011, 21:49:23</strong>
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				"Is that so?" Omar asks his sulking sister, "You'd miss all those war stories that Henrik is sure to tell you on the way there. I swear by the Gods, that's what made you the tomboy you are now. Perhaps if you had been raised as firstborn you'd be a proper lady," he mused with a grin, "Besides, it's some thing terrible on the thighs but I think it best not to ride with our beloved parents, lest I annoy Father any further," he said, clicking his tongue and tapping the still reddened cheek, hinting at the slight altercation after Lenally and Henrik had left. A devilish grin played on his lips, as it was rare to hear of Omar being scolded by his parents, mainly because it was hushed and Omar's pride didn't often let himself be subject of jest but, perhaps knocking himself down a few pegs could help raise Lenally's drowned spirits.<br><br>"And, from what I'm told these Theiri are terrible, horrid creatures," he tells her, "Vivid imaginations and backwards performances on stage for fun. Strange fashions and even stranger views on traditional roles. I hear their Princess often dresses in drag to pick up arms," he says, sarcasm rich in his voice. He felt that if any body were to enjoy their trip, it would be Lenally. If he hadn't been present and in waiting with his Father and younger brother Henrik when Lenally was being birthed, then he would question as to Lenally's true heritage. She some what seemed like a Theiri to him, though he would never admit that. And besides, she had the same fiery passion they all shared for a good fight, that was true to the Aserit name.<br><br>"That dress is flattering on you, though the sight is quite strange," he compliments her, "Try not to dirty it before we leave. Mother would have a fit."
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 00:48:17</strong>
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				For a moment her eyes light up at the very mention of war stories. "That is right....he promised to tell me about his fights." looks quite excited as she goes on, "I can't wait to hear how he won, how he took those damned bastards and sliced them in two!" her language always gives her away, no proper lady would ever utter such a sentence even in close company. But then again, Lenally was no proper lady. Notices the redness on her brother's cheek and eyes widen a bit. "How'd you manage to irritate our father so badly?!" says incredulous, she'd never really known Omar to cause any issue with their parents. He was like Henrik, a golden child who could do no wrong, whereas Lenally was the problem child. Willful, stubborn, and very unlikely to change her ways.<br><br>Her grin becomes slightly wicked at his description of the Theiri, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. "Is that so......backwards performances eh? And a princess who dresses like me?" Her expression changes at that, looking surprised that there were others who felt the same way as her, having only been around her family who's idea of a proper lady differed greatly from her own. "Does she really? Do you know anything about her?" Her enthusiasm to meet this girl almost came close to her reaction when she knew Henrik was coming home from a campaign. <br><br>Scowls as he compliments her gown. "I'm going to hop in the first puddle of mud I see. Then I'll burn this dress when I'm alone and run naked through the damn fields!" folds her arms, her expression darkening even more. "I hate damned dresses! I hate being a damn lady!" huffs a bit but then manages to restrain her foul mouth when she hears her parents approaching as well as Henrik.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 05:55:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/Mirevia.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mirevia decided not to press the conversation with her husband after she dismissed Omar. There would be time on the journey to Theiri, and he needed some time to mend his thoughts and temper.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;They were finally ready to go, and the convoy of carriages, carts, and horses were assembling in the courtyard. In addition to their compliment of Bloody Ravens, they would be taking a handful of their best and most trusted servants to help with the labor their and to attend to them in the foreign land. She felt far safer, as well as for her children, if they had familiar faces in their company, rather than Theiri servants. It would be extra eyes to watch idle hands near food, when an assassination could be performed so easily.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She ordered a pair of handmaidens to accompany Henrik and Lenally in the royal coach. Omar, herself, and her husband would ride ahead of it on horseback. It sounded like Lenally’s temper was already rising, but she quickly fell silent as she approached. As she passed, she raised an eyebrow curtly at her daughter; if it came to it, she would stop the entire convoy for the sake of tanning her hide, and a rough ride in a carriage on a sore bottom was not something to look forward to.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A stable hand came forward with her horse, a pure white stallion with a black mane. Mirevia rode side saddle, one long leg crossed elegantly over the other like a proper lady. She took the reigns in her hand. The stallion fidgeted, but she clicked her tongue and combed its silky mane with her fingers, coaxing it to stand still while they waited for her husband.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 19:06:58</strong>
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				Turns and sees her mother coming, and knows that she'd better be quiet. It's not that Lenally hadn't been canned before for her behavior, but it's true what they say, a carriage ride is a lot longer when your ass is sore. Tries to smile, but it's not very sincere at all as she quickly goes to the carriage, looking jealously at the people riding on horseback. Unlike her mother, Lenally rode her horses like a man. Side-saddle riding was for sissies, and Lenally was no sissy. Not that her mother was, but Lenally always refused to ride as ladies should.<br><br>Eagerly sits, at least looking forward to talking with her brother, and hearing his stories of battle. The idea of blood and violence never scared her, if anything it made her want to seek out combat even more. She did have as most do her doubts of having to kill, but at the same time knew that in most war situations it couldn't be avoided.<br><br>Peeks out of the window, fidgeting, trying to pull up the low cut of the dress up more so her chest isn't showing. <em>Damnit to hell Mother I'm not eye candy!!!</em> frowns to herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 20:40:15</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em><strong>Zalania, trailing with Henrik and readying to move out</strong></em></div><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/12/C3600cb17a79e7965fcecfe95a98cb2b-d2yrjb4_crop.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;Settling next to Henrik with an ease of not only familiarity but ease of years of doing so, almost hidden eyes would catch the thinned lip smile directed at her. She managed to return one just for him, even as the both turned and began the trek out to the courtyard. Yet as he spoke, her head turned again to gaze upon her young charge, and a slender brow winged upwards. <br><br>“ We my Prince? There is no 'we' in this equation. It is -your- stories she wishes for. Therefor it will be -your- stories she receives.”<br><br>With that the two had swept out into the open of the courtyard, the entire Royal family there and waiting, as well as their entourage.&nbsp; She would slip into silence once again, making her way to Bad Horse, stopping for just a moment to speak to him. Gloved hands came up to pet upon his muzzle, kissing his nose softly as she murmured. <br><br>“ Another trip so soon Sirrah. I know, I know. You're a tough fellow though, I'm sure you can manage.”<br><br>Her words were slipped in between soft huffs and whikkers from her steed, enough to make it seem as if the horse was answering her. Her ears picked up the conversation between the heir and Lenally, and she watched as the young girl huffed her way to the carriage. With an agile ease she lifted herself into the saddle, Bad Horse remaining calm and quiet, and she simply waited for this trip to begin. Her hood she shifted slightly forward more, allowing her icy gaze to be hidden as it fell upon the hulking form of the King as he made himself ready as well. None would notice her eyes, nor be able to read her silent thoughts within those depths.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 22:44:19</strong>
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				It was time already to leave, and he still hadn't heard back from that 'agent' of his; perhaps something happened to him. Or maybe he just took the advance pay (30% up front, 70% after completion) and ran off with it. After the 'removal' of the head of those bandits, he'd have a small, but fat, purse of coins to spend.<br><br>Maybe it was nothing. But still, he found himself readied for an ambush. He got into the cart, nothing but a nod of his head given in acknowledgment to his bodyguard's words as he settles into the wagon with luggage; primarily being the more expensive clothing one would expect nobility to wear.<br><br>He was still dressed in the same sort of traveling clothes he often wore, along with his armor, and carried his sword, in its sheathe, in his hands. He might get a scolding for that, but he was wary of Theiri; in their position, he <em>would</em> set up an ambush. And if they pulled off such a trick, he wanted to be ready.<br><br>"Bloody Ravens, prepare to move upon our King's command. Make sure to keep an eye out for crossbowmen." His&nbsp; orders to them being deliver in a cool, calm, crisp, emotionless fashion, as was normal for him; they would be delivered right before he got into the wagon. "If I was in Theiri's position, I'd ambush us." He comments, afterwards, directly to his sister, but to some extent, the rest of his family, explaining the somewhat obtuse order he gave their Honor Guard.<br><br>He casually withdrew his longsword, a masterpiece of a blade with no frills or superfluous decorations to it. It had a few scratches, a small tarnished spot, and a nick or two; but these were superficial, scars of a sort from his recent battle.&nbsp; Holding it calmly on his lap, he would withdraw a small grinding stone from a pouch along his belt, he would casually sharpen the weapon. "Pay attention, Lenally. You need to be careful when sharpening a weapon, you know; you can damage the blade otherwise." He thought a lesson on weapon care might help take the edge off of her discomfort, and he knew his family would realize what he was doing; trying to make the dress-wearing ordeal tolerable for his young sister.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>12-07-2011, 04:38:11</strong>
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				Her smile is tinged with sadness as he gets in, while she's happy to see him he knows her spirits won't be so easily lifted. Not with the weight of her present thoughts on her mind. Lenally hadn't had to deal with the pressures of marriage so seriously before, the idea not only made her angry, it terrified her. Her worst fears are to be married off and to suffer in a stifling, loveless marriage where all she was was a vessel for procreation. Lenally wanted more, she wanted to be free. She wanted to travel as a soldier and fight in glorious battles. To be restrained would certainly kill her, if not physically, mentally.<br><br>Smirks a little at his comment, "That would probably be smart of them to do to, get the drop on us in a tight spot. But you'd kick their ass any day of the week Henrik. No one has beaten you yet, and I doubt any ever will" boasts proudly of him, she had the utmost faith in Henrik and viewed him not just as her beloved brother but as her hero.<br><br>Leans forward to watch as he sharpens his blade. "Will you help me sharpen my star when we get to Theiri? I smuggled it in my traveling attire. I made sure to wrap it well so no one gets cut, but if that happened that'd be a few less dresses to have to wear" frowns. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 16:52:33</strong>
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				King Archibald soon joined the rest of the procession, wearing a slightly lighter version of the sort of armor he would wear into battle. It was much more ceremonial looking - silver plated with intricate Aserit designs carved into the edges. It would certainly work in battle though was not his preferred armor. But it was lighter, thus more suitable for travel, and was beautiful to look at, appearing more diplomatic then threatening. <br><br>He mounted his large war steed - no other horse would do - and headed to the head of the column. An advance party, at his command, had left 15 minutes ago to scout the way in case of ambush. They would, of course, leave secret signs along the road to ensure that those following would know whether or not something bad happened to them. Once the signs stopped, then there was trouble ahead.<br><br>Satisfied that his family was all there and there was nothing missing, Archibald looked over at his wife but ignored Omar. The lad had a lot to learn yet. "Move out!" He yells the command, his loud voice bellowing out over all those assembled. His arm raised with the yell, dropping as it finished. Then he pressed his heels into the flank of the horse, turning it down the road by its bridle, to bring his horse up alongside that of his Wifes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 19:36:39</strong>
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				"Someone will eventually beat me. Even with my obtuse and eccentric use of tactics, someone will invariably figure out the algorithms I use. It is folly to think that I can not be beaten. Folly for you, too, Lenally." He'd say in that calm but emotionally dead voice of his. "Every battle, you're dancing along the edge of a knife. And if you slip up, just the littlest bit, you're going to be dead or maimed. That's the grim reality of war." <br><br>"In my opinion, you should make peace with Death himself before you ever take a foot onto the battlefield." Though their was no emotion to flavor his tone of voice, one could tell by the words he chose that he was being passionate in his own unique way. <br><br>Their would be a lull in his words as their father made his presence known. A stop in the sharpening as the carriage takes off, as well, but once they were going again, he'd continue to speak. "I won't sharpen the star for you, but I will give you the stone, and advise you on how to do it properly." To him, that was a far better thing to do; the whole 'give a man a fish isn't as good as teaching a man to fish'. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 00:25:03</strong>
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				Lenally knew that every time her brother went to battle, she always had a pit in her stomach. She loved him and looked up to him so much, she'd be devastated if he didn't come home. While she nodded at his words, he could see tears forming in her eyes at the idea. "Henrik....." she said, quietly, "I know there will come a day when you don't come home and.....I know it's how things work even though I haven't had the honor to fight beside you, Zalania and the others. But.....please don't remind me. I love my family but, I love you most of all because you accept me as I am. Battle may take you yet from me one day, but until then, you're my unbeatable big brother." Lenally grasped his hand and gave it a squeeze before letting it go, not pushing affection because she knew he was not always keen on excessive use of it.<br><br>Also pauses when she hears their father, and her emotional side comes into check, replaced by her tomboyish scowl as she props her elbow on the side of the carriage, and leans on it. It would be a long trip for her, but she was only comforted by her brother's stories, turning to face him with a twinkle in her eyes as he starts to share his adventures.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 00:13:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/Mirevia.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The travel pace was casual, though Mirevia wouldn’t have minded something a little more brisk. As an Aserit Queen, not channeling a horse’s might to its true speed seemed to be an insult to it. But she was traveling with her children, and the proper precautions must be taken; she would never forgive herself if something were to happen of her own carelessness.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Most of the first day was spent in silence. They traveled the road outside of the kingdom, which slowly winded its way into the wilderness, becoming more of a trail than a road. Few kingdoms that weren’t subjugated to their rule had a road leading directly to it; that would be paved later, once their military had fully acquired the land and its people. Her horse had no trouble with it. The entire way, she was able to maintain her place at her husband’s side, ahead of the carriage that held her children.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the late afternoon fell, she donned her cloak (http://artemisia.com/store/images/Lav-SilGal.jpg). Polished metal and fishnet weave did little keep the sun’s setting chill from raising goosebumps on her skin. It was a long, ornamental garment, but not so long that it grazed the dirt and soiled the hem. The cloak was made from the same silk of her cape, though thicker and insulated with a layer of down.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“What think you of Lenally’s attitude today, my love?” she asked Archi, sidling her horse closer to his. “I fear that her rebellious nature may cause a stir if she has an outburst in front of the Theiri court, though so far she has restrained herself.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 16:10:36</strong>
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				Archibald wore more practical clothing without the 'fashion' sense behind it compared to the clothing his beautiful wife wore. Despite the Armor he wore, the setting of the sun brought a chill to his aging bones and he pulled from his saddle bag a Maroon Red cloak that draped over his shoulders. The family crest was emblazoned on the back of it, right in the center, as if one would have trouble discerning whom he was - his size and mannerisms always revealed him. <br><br>He was used to long days in the saddle and as the sun set he was still as fresh and sprite as if he had just mounted onto his warhorse. His warhorse itself looked like it was out for a leisurely stroll, barely looking like it even knew it was being ridden by an armor-clad man. He caste his eyes to the side as his wife nudged her horse closer to his. At least on this journey he would have some one to warm the bed beside him.<br><br>Mirevia was ever sharp, no matter how little sleep she seemed to get. He envied her for that skill and the ability to read the court like it was a book. He often trusted her judgement and advise on matters, especially those he was unfamiliar with or uncomfortable dealing with directly. He chewed over her words for a few seconds before responding. "Well, if we wish to create a war with a Kingdom, all we'd need to do is send Lenally to their court on a Diplomatic mission." He chuckles softly. "I am afraid we will have to pay more attention to her and her antics then those of the Theiri." His tone changes to one of that more serious in nature. "Perhaps her brother can keep her in check - we all know that she won't be able to restrain herself for the entirety of this trip."
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 21:50:33</strong>
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				Their father's words were correct; Henrik knew the importance of keeping Lenally from acting up too much, which is why he's going to make arrangements for her to go out into the town of Theiri, with escorts of course. That way she can be in an environment that is better suited for her antics and has less of a chance of negative repercussions (since the two guards he gives her will keep her from doing profoundly stupid things). Given a way to act how she wants, his theory is that she will have fewer qualms and difficulty with behaving while in the castle and court of Theiri. <br><br>"I'm glad you realize that, Lenally. But don't worry too much." He said with a slight smile, the squeeze of&nbsp; a hand briefly returned.&nbsp; "I'd be more worried about you in a battle. You're reckless and easily provoked. Remember, Lenally, if your opponent provokes you, if you lose your cool, then it becomes far easier for someone to lop your head off." It was a grim and gruesome thing to talk about, but that didn't stop him. He felt it important to underline, constantly, the importance of remaining calm; something he knew his emotionally charged up sister had difficulty with.<br><br>He would switch to a different subject afterwards, and sheathe his sword as the travel went on. "Remember to behave yourself in court. I know you don't like guarding your tongue, or wearing a dress, but it's important that you do so.&nbsp; I'll make sure that you're able to get out into town and have fun out there, but if you upset our parents..." His voice trailing off; he knew she'd be able to finish the sentence. If her antics upset their parents, they could deny her the right to go off to town and have fun, ground her basically, as punishment. And then Henrik really wouldn't be able to help her, because that would mean disobeying his parents; something he is not wont to do. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 03:13:00</strong>
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				Lenally sat back against the cushions in the carriage and peeks out for a moment, catching sight of Zalania, not too far from the carriage and turns back to look at her brother.<br><br>"No one bothers Zalania.....no one tells her what to do. Why can't it be the same for me? Why can't I be like her?" frowns. "I think I'd be fine in a battle, but I'll never find out if I never get to go to one...." sighs a bit and slouches in her seat, only straightening if their parents peek in to check on them.<br><br>"I'll only behave because you asked me too. I hope that no one tries to kiss me or I'll kick them in the g-.....I'll kick them" Lenally manages to refrain from shouting out a torrent of vulgarities, knowing that her punishment for that kind of language would be triple what it normally would be as her father is present.<br><br>"One day just you wait!" looks at Henrik, a big grin on her face. "One day, I'll get to fight with you guys, and no one will ever tell me to wear a dress ever again!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 05:29:49</strong>
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				"It's a matter of birth. Zalania is a nobleman's daughter, as I recall, and while that does place a great deal of responsibilities on her shoulder, she is in a position where serving as a Bloody Raven will bring prestige and honor to herself <em>and</em> her family; more so than marrying to another noble family, though that avenue remains open to her." he explained this all in his usual tone of voice.<br><br>"You're the daughter of the king. You are a princess. In the social hierarchy, you are above her. She stood to climb the ladder, so to speak, to get higher, by proving herself worthy enough, and serving as she does.In your situation, you would be going down. And in this case, down is synonymous with a negative; a loss. Something our father wouldn't let you do, because it reflects negatively on him, and by virtue, on our entire nation."<br><br>"It's something I understand well. How it works, at least. But I'm not, in all honesty, all that sure why it's there in the first place. It continues to remain, though, because that is what the people want. Not just our family, but our entire society. It thrives on law, and order, and this is part of that order. You can try to break free of it, you can try to change, but both options have their dangers and challenges, and to attempt one may very well forbid you from attempting the other." Again, their is no harshness, no chastising to his voice. He speaks to her as a teacher would speak to their student.<br><br>"And that is why it can't be the same for you. Because you're not the same as her, for the reasons I pointed out. That doesn't preclude you from taking part in battle, however; just from being a full time warrior.&nbsp; Our nation prides itself on martial prowess; you know that as well as I do. Even the house wives train to fight. And one day, I'd like you to be able to see what it's like on the battlefield." He says with a nod of his head. <br><br>He knew this would be a hard lesson for her to take, that it would bother her, but unfortunately, that's the way the world worked. The sooner she accepted it, the less she'd suffer. And that's what he wanted to see. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>23-07-2011, 07:12:43</strong>
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				Lenally frowned looking away. She couldn't argue with Henrik's logic. Only a few years stood between them but Henrik was by far more experienced than she. She knew no matter what that eventually she'd either end up married or in some other type of situation that'd be keeping her from what she loved most but she couldn't accept it. She just couldn't. Her heart belonged in the chest of a man, and yet it beat strongly in her calling her to the battlefield.<br><br>"I can't argue with you on that because I know what you say is true..." her voice shakes a little. "But I.....I don't want to be a damsel in distress. I don't want someone spouting ridiculous sonnets or trying to charm me like I'm a delicate little flower. If I do have to be married off.....I guess I'd at least want them to be fun...." Lenally clearly wasn't using fun to describe the 'fun' most people associated with marriage, the carnal side, but more someone who could accept her as she is and not try to conform her to the normal standards.<br><br>"I'm so jealous of her......she's always around you and gets to fight with you." looks back at Henrik, smiling wistfully. "Maybe in another life I'll get to be her if I can't be her now......but I'm going to do my damndest to avoid getting married" scowls at the word marriage again, forgetting that she let a bit of her language out. Fortunately, she didn't say it loud enough for her parents to hear her.<br><br>"I don't see how our mother would consider it going down for me, she knows how to fight..." but looks to Henrik as she sees him about to explain that too and holds up her hand, "I get it I get it.....she's the Queen I know. I wish she wasn't always so displeased with me..." looks sad once more but attempts to brighten her own mood by going back to tales from the battlefield. "Tell me another story, you promised to tell me several" Leans in to hear him tell her more about his fights.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 05:43:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/Mirevia.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Perhaps he can,” Mirevia agreed. “It is one of her great strengths, though is something that could also be exploited as a weakness. She must learn to become a more independent woman, as he may not always be there in the future.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;By now, the convoy had lit torches to light their way. Their guards and the Bloody Ravens grew more on edge. Traveling at night was dangerous, when vision became dark and shadows grew long. It would be best that they stop and make camp soon. They were too big of a target, and the carriage that held her children was an appetizing target to someone desperate enough.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I guess we will have to wait and see what surprises our daughter holds for us,” she sighed tiredly. “Sometimes I wonder if any of my thrashings get any point across to her. Perhaps the Theiri queen may have some suggestions if she has a similar daughter.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 14:57:48</strong>
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				"Perhaps." He responds, his own eyes darting along the edge of the firelight. He was too much a warrior to let his guard down in any sort of situation. "But perhaps revealing that we have an unruly child would not be the wisest of ideas to start negotiations." He offers her a soft smile before looking around. He raises his arm up, bringing the column to a stop.<br><br>"We make camp here for the night!" He bellows, reigning in his horse. They had come to a part of the road where an open field of wildgrass lay off to one side. It would be plenty big enough for their party and easily secured. He didn't like traveling far during the dark and should have made camp earlier. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 18:23:07</strong>
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				As soon as she hears her father's mighty bellow that they stop for the night, Lenally looked up from the story Henrik was telling her and frowns.<br><br>"I do not want to get out of this carriage in a dress...." whispers harshly but knows better than to speak too loudly. Her mother would publicly whip her, her father would publicly whip her and chastise her. Between the two, she preferred her mother to be the one who doled out her punishments.<br><br>"All the guys stare at me....it's embarrassing" blushes while frowning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 03:48:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/12/C3600cb17a79e7965fcecfe95a98cb2b-d2yrjb4_crop.jpg)</div><br><strong><em>Zalania, eavesdropping and stopping to make camp</em></strong><br><br>Following directly alongside the carriage carrying her charge and the Princess, it wasn't hard for the Bloody Raven to hear the words of Lenally and Henrik both. Though it would seem as if she wasn't listening by her posture. She rode upon Bad Horse in her usual lax style, reins draped lazily over loose fingers, cowl pulled over her drooped head, a slight slouch to her back. As she heard the Princess wax poetic about her own endeavors, a hidden smile curled red lips. It made her proud to see the young woman hold such fire within, wanting more then to be married. Perhaps when they stopped for camp, she would get a few moments with Henrik to speak with him, fish out his thoughts on perhaps training the girl herself...<br><br>...and at that that the bellow of the King was heard, and the column rolled to a rumbling halt. He would remain steadfastly saddle bound until the moment Henrik was settled, her eyes peeled around her. Though the entire entourage was surrounded by Ravens, her job was for Henrik alone. She did however always manage to loop the Princess into her protective circle, as it seemed that Lenally was ever at her brothers side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 04:53:18</strong>
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				Knows some of the men folk smile at her, appreciatively. And it drives her crazy. She is by no means an unattractive girl, she's just a girl who'd have been better off a boy. Her wearing a dress was quite infrequent, even more so was her participating in typical princess-like activities. It was just not her style. Not in the least.<br><br>Steps out of the carriage and tries to ignore what she knows is coming, quickly making her way with her brother to an area where they will continue to chat. Lenally grins a little, knowing Zalania will join them soon and begins to think of many questions she can ask her just like she asks Henrik. Maybe Zalania can teach her a few new things....better ways to fend off forward men and maybe a way to help her avoid being a lady. It couldn't hurt to ask to be sure.<br><br>Looks up when Zalania makes her way over, smiling at her. <em>I'm going to be like you Zalania just you wait....I'll find a way to fight beside my brother like you do and no one in Hell is going to stop me!</em>, Lenally thought to herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 18:28:09</strong>
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				When his father calls for camp to be made, Omar gently pats at Eryo's thick shoulders before dismounting his steed. He led Eryo a little further away from where they made camp, though kept in sight of his family. Omar had always been close to Eryo, and it could be said that Eryo was perhaps the closest being to Omar. The two had a special bond and their thoughts seemed to be in sync with each other. Some times they would have a serious air about them, and some times, though unseen by most, they were playful. But more importantly, the two took care of each other.<br><br>Omar brushed Eryo's coat and mane, checking to make sure Eryo was in proper condition, that no muscles had been pulled during their ride. Next he checked Eryo's hooves and ankles, running his hands down the horse's long legs with a dutiful eye. He rounded his horse, looking over it before taking his place directly in front of Eryo, "You feeling strong?" he asked, hands running down Eryo's neck and over it's shoulders before Eryo responded with a toss of the head, shifting his weight from one foot to the other in a slight prance. "Aye, don't act a sod in front of my family," Omar lightly scolded Eryo, "You know you're in the court of royalty," he teased. The horse quickly straightened up, shoulders broad and firm, tail perked, ears at attention, head held high, looking a far more noble creature than it really was. Omar lightly laughed, "Cut it out." The horse seemed to slouch back into a less formal, more comfortable stance, again tossing it's head and whinnying as if laughing. Omar cocked a smile before patting at Eryo's neck, then producing a sweet treat for Eryo from his pocket, "Eh? Don't tell the other horses, they might make fun of you for being so damned spoiled," he said, feeding Eryo the treat, who happily accepted, then gently nuzzled Omar's hand.<br><br>Omar left Eryo there, who watched him as Omar went back to join his family, "There's a creek a little further down from here, I'm going to water Eryo there. Do you want me to bring either of your horses while I'm going?" he asked his father and mother.
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 10:42:00</strong>
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				"It'll be fine, Lenally. Just ignore it." He tried to assure her, though he knew it was cold comfort at best. More forced than anything, really, though it didn't seem it, do to how unreadable he was.<br><br>He would get out of the wagon, glad for the opportunity to stretch his legs. A hand remains by his sword out of habit more than anything else.&nbsp; Theiri wasn't a threat here; the gypsies that were close by weren't, either. But, small as it was, their was always the chance that disenfranchised knights from conquered territories could be plotting something. Or a dozen other threats out there, ranging from the absurd to the probable.<br><br>He would move with lenally off to the side, beckoning for Zalania to come, even though he knew she'd be there as soon as she could. She was practically his shadow when they weren't within the safe confines of the main castle, or the small fort that the Bloody Ravens operated out of. <br><br>Meanwhile, the Honor Guards would pair off, and move around the area, checking out the surroundings. When they eventually get back, they discuss amongst themselves who would take what guard shifts. An important detail, but one Henrik trusted his men to be able to handle themselves. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkRose15</strong> on <strong>31-07-2011, 23:19:32</strong>
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				For most of the rest of the trip, Lenally avoids any talk of dresses, and all things lady-like when in the company of her brother and Zalania. If anyone so much as mentions the idea of her possibly being used as a pawn for a diplomatic marriage, she shoots them a gaze that would easily kill of gazes were so capable.<br><br>She also attempts to try getting along better with her mother, both for keeping her pleased so she can sneak away, and also in the hopes that she might find a way to convince her to at least let her wear what she likes when it's not a formal occasion. She also listens to the many stories Henrik shares, even asking Zalania to share some of her tales, eating it all up like some decadent dessert.<br><br>Once she sees the City of Theiri in the distance, her mood changes. She almost becomes, saddened. Depressed. Angry. But more importantly, unpredictable. She knew she'd have to watch herself even more now, hoping against hope that she will not wind up being left behind.<br><br>(I don't know how to link so I'm just going to say <strong>Moved to Theiri</strong>. I'll post when Henrik does in the Theiri thread)
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				Title: <strong>Re: For The Crown ~ Castle Aserit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>31-07-2011, 23:23:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/Mirevia.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The remainder of the journey was without much complication. That was not to say that it wasn’t a tiring journey. As adept at horse riding as Mirevia was, a sore bottom and lower back often worked its way into the day. Her King or sometimes a servant would then give her a thorough rubdown to relieve some if the tension each night.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Also tiring and irritating was having to spend each night and wake up in a camp. Mirevia’s morning ritual of beautification was long and tedious, and was made all the more difficult to do inside of a tent. Bustling handmaidens in cramped quarters had to assist her with special lotions, holding a small mirror, and all in the cool chill of early morning in a drafty tent. Somehow though, despite the difficulties, the Queen of Aserit was able to keep herself as beautiful as she had been when she was many years younger.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though nothing made their compliment of Bloody Ravens nervous or draw their swords, the trip to Theiri did have a bit of an encounter that still left Mirevia very heated on the fourth day. She thought Lenally would have accepted the fact by now, being her royal daughter, but she brought up the fact that she would likely be marrying into the Theiri royal family in the near future. She tried to put it gently, and outline how luxurious and honorable the marriage would be, but her daughter would have none of it. Voices were raised, and things immediately spiraled downward.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ultimately, Mirevia halted the convoy while one of her handmaidens cut a stout switch from the trail. She took her daughter by the wrist and bent her over, then flipped her skirts up over her bottom, tugged down her undergarments, and thrashed her bottom raw and red. The punishment concluded with her being sent to the carriage without dinner for the evening.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But now, upon Theiri’s doorstep on the fifth day, Mirevia hoped that the little altercation with her daughter would serve as a stiff reminder as to the severity of this visit.<br>
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