The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)
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				Title: <strong>The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Etherwood</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 12:29:33</strong>
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				<em>[OOC Note]<br><br>For those of you viewing with fresh eyes, the OOC is here: http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=77273.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=77273.0) . Please post up a CS and read the rest of the thread before posting here. <br><br>For those of you already fired up and ready to go, we begin two days after the Empress ought to have arrived home. One day is worrying, but the second day makes it clear that something is awry. <strong>Elfguy</strong>, Lilith would've been involved in sending out several contingents to search for the Empress, and they'll have found nothing. <br><br>The rest of you, begin somewhere suitable for your character and try to move them along into interacting with others. All of you will know one another at least in some respect. Please try to keep your posts above five lines long. <br><br>Without any further ado! ... :)</em><br><br><br>Six bodies lay in their beds in a simple, unadorned country inn off the cobblestone road that led to the Crossing. Each appeared to have died in their sleep, mouths still open from snoring, arms still tucked underneath pillows and splayed out of rough blankets. Nothing moved in the room itself, the curtains open and leaving the lead-diamond windows to cast dim patterns on the dusty floor. <br><br>Outside, the sound of a horse departing clattered through the air, and would likely have woken the inhabitants of the room had they been able to rouse themselves. <br><br>The rider was leaving post-haste. The dark bay, light-set animal was built for speed, and dawn was chasing it. Draped in a deep brown, hooded and rough cloak, there was nothing particularly remarkable about either the rider or the horse itself. They were simply in a hurry, and headed directly for the Crossing. The four bridges that stretched across the channel between the coast and the island city of Ende reached out from the fortified beach that was visible from even this distance. <br><br>Hooves took risks. They carelessly scrambled down ravines and neglected smaller bridges in preference of simply crashing through shallow waters. The cloak billowed behind the rider, exposing further plain clothing with a leather cuirass strapped to it, an empty quiver buckled into place and a bow tied to the saddle’s rear. <br><br>A severe halt sent dirt-dust into clouds as they stopped by a decrepit hut. The morning stars were fading, and the deep indigo of the sky began pinkening at the horizon. The rider flung themselves from the saddle and yanked the door to the rickety building open, and vanished into it. <br><br>Ten minutes later, the hood was gone, the cuirass was off and a very different figure emerged from the hut. Swathed in burgundy and gold quatrefold brocade, a mahogany haired woman with striking angular features had made a sudden transformation from swift-riding ranger to poised lady. <br><br>She removed the saddle and replaced it with one designed for ladies. Once the cinch was done tight, she disappeared back into the hut for a brief moment. A clacking sound ensued, and then she sped out of it, mounted, and continued her hasty journey with the smoke of burning wood behind her. <br><br>Seated side-saddle, she thundered through otherwise tranquil summer fields. Long, lush grass whispered at the shoulders of her animal, hissing across the hem of her skirts and swaying back into silence after her passing. Morning was undeniably on the edge of the moment, and it hounded her with rose hues and cheerful, keen voiced birds. <br><br>Finally, the satisfying, solid sound of hooves on stone as she made her way into the ports of Ende, the gateway to the Crossing looming ahead of her with its weary eyed, grumpy guards and their smoking meat breakfasts. <br><br>She reined in at the appropriate distance, the strong, reversed ‘v’ of her horse’s neck bending into its typical proud carriage. <br><br>“Papers,” one of the disgruntled, no doubt recently roused guards muttered, midway through a bite of bacon and wedge-like bread. <br>“Don’t be an idiot,” a second snapped as he rose to see to opening the colossal wooden gate. “You know who the lady is.” <br><br>The first guard squinted up at her, and a moment later he tossed his breakfast down onto the grease smeared plate it had come from and stood sharply to attention. “Your Excellence, Marm!” he corrected himself. “Forgive me, s’early.” <br><br>“Forgiven,” she answered, in a particularly rich, mature voice that rang with the aristocratic lilt of Tanperian nobility. <br><br>The gate opened with several men to push it, creaking in complaint as though it too couldn’t stand morning light. <br><br>“Good fortune t’your day, Excellency,” the second guard murmured, accepting a silver coin from her gloved hand with a respectful bow of his steel encased head. <br><br>“And to you, boys,” she answered, nudging her horse into a canter as she made her way up and onto the smooth stone pathway atop the bridge itself. The sea remained grey beneath her, never managing the romantic sapphire so admired in more northern climes. <br><br>Ahead of her, the island city seemed to leak upwards into the sky in turrets that defied the horizon, the aesthetics of the castle and its surrounding, imposing buildings lending it a fairytale, luminous beauty in the early hours of another tedious day. <br><br>The gates at the other end of the bridge were already open in anticipation of her; she came through here every morning from her manor on the mainland, the island guards knew the routine by now. <br><br>She passed through the streets directly up to the castle, the flowery boulevards broad and the townhouses immaculate. It was a city built for the upper class. The peasants and farmsteads remained on the continent. <br><br>The stables were quiet, as they were every morning without fail, and the boy came to take her horse, as per usual. There was nothing out of ordinary to her appearance that morning. <br><br>The page boy brought her a silver tray of letters on her way to the Chamber in which she spent the majority of her day. She looked them over whilst continuing to walk through the echoing halls of the labyrinthine fortress, the paintings staring at her and the mirrors winking her own visage back at her. <br><br>“Has the Emperor awoken yet?” she enquired of the page as she replaced unimportant letters onto the tray and kept the others between her fingers. <br><br>“Not to my knowledge, your Excellence,” he answered, eyes down and his wrist up.<br><br>"I wish to know when he does," she told him. One didn't spend fifteen years in close proximity to a man's wife and not develop a friendship with him, too - in fact, often she'd Advised him along with the Empress, and now she was quite sure that the disappearance would be at the very least, upsetting for him. <br><br>Time to comfort an old friend. 
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				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 23:00:29</strong>
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				"But... Captain... If we send more men the castle will be low on guards..." Lilith looked at her Lieutenant with firm eyes. "No questions. Just do it please." The man sighed, before saluting his superior and leaving. Lilith went back to looking out at the front gate.<br><br>Standing on top of the castle wall just behind the massive front gate, the Captain of the Guard could see everyone come in. Also, amongst the vast number of guards she commanded, she had enough information gatherers to keep her appraised of anything that went on in the compound.<br><br>Lilith was a fairly easy going, open individual. She knew almost everybody here, and was very friendly to them. Usually she would be smiling, but right now she had a serious expression. The Empress was missing, and Lilith felt like everything she was doing was not enough. She had already sent over 30 men out to various locations, and had just ordered double that to join the search effort. Yet, they still had no result.<br><br>She noticed the entrance gate open and saw a familiar figure come in. She bowed her head slightly in respect, even though the girl probably didn't notice her from up on the wall. She was tempted to go talk to the advisor who had just returned but figured she had enough to do, plus Lilith wanted to stay outside in case any news came.<br><br>She leaned forward on the stone wall, and sighed, waiting.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 23:53:18</strong>
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				Early morning:<br>Ysena growled, "Is this all there is!? How do the Emperors finest trackers lose the tracks so easily!" She drew her sword in anger although not raising it to anyone. "We are the Imperial knight, it is our duty to protect the Imperial family, we will not fail in this task, work harder and find the Empress!" Her brown eyes shined in the morning sun, the beams of light glistening off of her armour. Sheathing her sword, she brushed her hair blond hair back. <br><br>She was a failure, an utter failure as a Knight-Captain, ten of their number as well as how many guards with the Empress, as well as the Empress herself have gone missing. But there was no sign at all where they went, the knights had traced the path with full pace but to no avail, they needed to return soon as they did not bring out sufficient supplies for their horses at this current pace. They were searching all night, and both the knights and the horses were exhausted. <br><br>"We must leave for home, a good knight takes care of her steed and they deserve a long rest." The ten knights she brought with her nodded, with the ten here, the ten missing, they had only left a further 24 knights defending the castle, they could not waste time here. Or more of the family may fall to this trickery.<br><br>Current time:<br>A dust cloud bellowed over the dirt pathway as the knights returned at haste back to the emperors side, the horses keeping a steady pace. She noticed the Guard captain Lilith atop the wall, Deflated Ysena could only shake her head in shame of her duty, she failed, and now the Empress could not be found. Passing through the gates the knights moved towards the stables. Handing her steed to the stable hands, Ysena made a straight line towards to Emperors location. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 02:00:15</strong>
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				Emperor Valerian awoke after another sleepless night in his stateroom. The missing Empress had taken its toll on the Emperor as he groaned trying to get out of bed. He tried to quickly get out of bed but the lack of sleep caught up with him quickly. The room was empty except for him which kept it nice and quiet to his liking. He walked over to the bathroom and splashed some water on his face to alleviate the tired feelings. It took a full hour after he had woken up to finally get in his royal attire and finally exit his room.<br><br>"Tell me they found something...." said The Emperor to one of the door guards as he left.<br><br>"Nothing that I have heard of sire"<br><br>"DAMNIT, I want the entire court, the captain of the castle guard, and the Imperial Knight Captain in the throne room by the time I finish breakfast, is that understood?!" Yelled Valerian, his temper loose due to his inability to sleep.<br><br>"Yes My lord" said the guard sternly.<br><br>Valerian then walked the lonely halls to his breakfast, he was going to have some unpleasant words with the ones who were looking for his wife...
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				Post by: <strong>Hayley</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 02:12:54</strong>
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				Silya had always been an early riser and during the few days she'd been in here she'd taken to eating an early breakfast on the balcony outside her room.&nbsp; She was a little annoyed she hadn't been given a room overlooking the sea, life in the Coastal Cities revolved around the ocean and it was annoying being able to hear and smell it but not see it, but at least the courtyard she did overlook was always full of activity.&nbsp; And it wasn't like she could really complain - she was hardly the favourite person round here at the moment.&nbsp; The phrase "pirate wench" had been muttered on several occasions and even outright said on a few and she was running out of reasons not to forbid her guards from visiting taverns in the town due to the number of fights they seemed to get in to.<br><br>Even early in the morning the main courtyard was always a bustle.&nbsp; Servants scurrying to and from the well, guards on the walls - in fact if memory served that was the guard captain herself stood below - and even the occasional noble up early for some reason.&nbsp; There seemed to be some special activity this morning as well, as a well dressed woman entered the castle.&nbsp; A high pitched whistle summoned one of her guard and she pointed out the figure.&nbsp; "Who's that?"<br><br>He shrugged and peered closer.&nbsp; "Her Grace Mereavus Atalanta Vorserkeine.&nbsp; Advisor to the Empress."&nbsp; She repeated the name to herself a few times to make sure she got it right.&nbsp; The Coastal Cities didn't really have a tradition of diplomacy and she was sounding it out as she went - she had decided though that learning and remembering names was probably key.&nbsp; "Looks like the Empress might be back then."&nbsp; The Emperor had been holding off meeting her until, she suspected, the Empress returned.<br><br>"Looks like things might be starting."
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				Post by: <strong>Travaius</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 02:59:27</strong>
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				Thomas Antwood sighed as he got off of his horse outside the palace of the emperor. Petting his horses muzzle for a moment, he tied it up, insuring that it wouldn’t wander off if he was delayed longer than he intended. He hated the capital, in his mind it was the center of everything that was wrong in the society. They allowed way too much diplomacy for his taste, he would have loved to go to war against any nation, in particular the pirates, but they kept refusing. <br><br>Turning away from his horse, a smile came to his face as he saw the bustle around the area. His men in the capital had told him the Empress had gone missing. In fact, it was the reason he was here. There was no doubt in his mind the court would be called. He wanted to get there first, hoping it would mean he would be above suspicion when the time came to be questioned. <br><br>Moving past the people, he watched them carefully as he did so. A crime had happened and he wasn’t foolish enough to think that this might be an attack on all nobles. Walking towards the palace, he fixed his clothes from the long ride and checked to make sure his sword was fitted properly. Shaking his head, he tried to avoid the guards, not wanting to be questioned by them until the time called for it.
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 10:33:37</strong>
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				The servant dressed my hair as I tried to remain calm. The Empress was missing and I was worried. I'd had few friends growing up and in marrying the prince I'd met many people one of my favorite being the Empress, she'd always been a fun woman to sit and have tea with. Someone I could talk idly with when the rest of the court was wearing on us.<br><br>The servants always eager for a&nbsp; bit of gossip kept talking about it like it was some fun distraction driving me crazy. "OK get out!" I shouted louder then intended my nerves frayed. They scurried out like kicked dogs making me feel bad. Pushing a few last pins in my hair I dressed in a light pink morning dress and left my room. I had no where to go I felt alone with the prince absent from the city and the Empress my other companion missing.<br><br>Wandering aimlessly through the busy halls I made my way to the throne room figuring it would be empty at this hour since I'd never known the Emperor to hold court so early. Plus I wanted to be somewhere familiar where I wouldn't be bothered by the other Lady's wanting the newest gossip on the subject and I knew none of them would be there.
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				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 10:51:26</strong>
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				The messenger caught up with Ysena half way, he was a energetic enough lad. "The Emperor is holding court... This is not going to be pleasant..." She sighed, dragging her body in the opposite direction of the court room. She would just have to give her report to the Emperor later, she had to prepare the courtroom for the Emperor quickly.<br><br>As she arrived in the courtroom, she stationed her knights at the relevant locations, these ones were fresh as they were the ones left behind to guard the family. The ones she took with her have been given a well deserved rest. "Captain...You look absolutely exhausted, are you sure your OK" She nodded and continued her work. Once all was prepared she took the opportunity to look in one of the courtrooms many mirrors.<br><br>Was the person standing before her really her? The knight was right, she looked terrible, black rings set in around barely open eyes, the weight of the eyelids barely able to keep them open except through sheer determination. Her skin cut and stained from two nights and days of frantic searching for the missing empress. Her normally very beautiful face was now looking so rugged and fatigued she could be mistaken for another person, her posture was not even up to her usual standard either, who could tell if it was her keeping her armour upright, or the armour keeping her upright. the breastplate raising and falling with each heavy breath. Taking her position near the emperors seat she stood patiently and waited.
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 11:08:38</strong>
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				I entered the throne room feeling like I was escaping, one of the Ladies of the court a busy body with taste for morbid gossip cornered me in the hall and was quiet insistant that I tell her something juicy about the the Empress only the message of a summons from the Emperor got me away before I said something that could probably be considered rude.<br><br>Ysena stood at her place near the Emperors seat, I smiled slightly noting how tired she looked. I felt a bit sorry for her as well as everyone charged with finding her. The emperor wasn't going to take it well if they didn't find her soon. Taking my seat next to the princes empty seat I waited for the Emperor hoping some good news would come of this but preparing myself for the worst.
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				Post by: <strong>Lyrus</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 11:22:23</strong>
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				Slowly, like a stick being dragged through the dirt, the proud prow of the <em>Fortune</em> sliced through the dark blue waters of the sea. First it appeared to the dockhands milling about the ports of Ende as a mere twinkle in the horizon, possibly a trick of the light. Then, as the mighty frigate got closer, it become unmistakably clear that the looming black dot in the distance was in fact - a ship. And a very big one. Soon, one of the masts appeared. And then two. And then three. Then the flag atop the crow's nest was visible, flapping merrily in the wind. A great big white eagle was in the middle of the flag with its wings outstretched and its head raised upwards, with a blood-red teardrop upon its feathery chest; the bird was positioned solemnly before a dark blue background. Below the bird's talons was a banner with a slogan that read, "<em>Bon sang ne saurait mentir.</em>" Noble blood does not lie. This was the flag of the Kingdom of Avantier, home to the noble and artistic Avantieri people. <br><br>Aboard the <em>Fortune</em>, sailors scurried about, raising the sails, climbing the rigging, bumping into each other and cursing, and so on. Marines aboard the <em>Fortune</em> strode about casually, unperturbed by the rush of activity, their swarthy faces inscrutable and their hands resting upon the pommels of their cutlasses. The <em>capitaine</em> of the ship, a man by the name of Armand Badeau, stood by the side of the ship and observed the distant peaks and turrets which marked the city of Ende. The man nodded to himself absently, in approval or disdain one could not tell. He reached into his smart navy officer's coat, pulled out a telescope, dragged it open, and pointed it at Ende before he stared through the lens critically. He did so for five minutes or so before he was alerted to the presence of another who was approaching him from behind. Armand quickly snapped the telescope shut and wheeled around to face the newcomer with a salute. <br><br>Lous-Verrant of the Avantieri Ducal House of Baptiste, styled Lord Lous-Verrant Baptiste, nodded at the subservient ship's officer with a pleasant smile and a bow of his head. The man returned the smile, having warmed up to the flawlessly polite and eloquent young aristocrat since the first day he set foot on board. "<em>Capitaine Badeau.</em>" Lous-Verrant greeted, halting beside him. "<em>Tout va bien?</em>"<br><br>"<em>Oui, mon seigneur.</em>" Armand replied, although he frowned at the city of Ende as he did so. As if to make a point, the <em>capitaine</em> switched from his native language of Avantierais to the Tanperi tongue, though he spoke in a very heavily-accented voice. "But zese Tanperais ... Ze do not 'ave manneurs? Ze are not greeteeng az, even though we are so near zem... Zey 'ave a most seeriouz lack of etiquette." <br><br>Clapping his hands and laughing genially, Lous-Verrant responded with an amiable "<em>C'est la vie - Pas grave!</em>" He then proceeded to speak in the Tanperi tongue so fluently one could hardly tell he wasn't a native. "They are a nation which until now has been exceedingly xenophobic, my dear Armand. Instead of being unhappy no one is coming to greet us, we should be glad they are not sending battleships to meet us! We can do without the fanfare, I am sure. We have enough of that in Avantier. <em>Non?</em>" <br><br>The <em>capitaine</em> bowed his head. "If you say-so, <em>mon seigneur.</em>" Raising his head again, Armand raised a frilled sleeve and passed on order to switch to no-sails and drop the oars, as they were nearing port. <br><br>Immediately, the <em>Fortune</em>'s sails folded up and oars emerged on either side of the ship, dipping into the water and plowing the massive vessel towards the waiting docks of Ende, where several of the sailors stood and gawked. Almost as if Lous-Verrant had made a prophecy, when they had gotten near enough to the city that Lous-Verrant could make out the time from a clock-tower by the seaside, half a dozen small sloops armed to the teeth sailed out to challenge them. Once directly alongside them, one of the officers upon one of the Tanperi sloops stoop up and hollered to the <em>Fortune</em> to make himself heard. "You are sailing in Tanperian waters! State your business, or we <em>will</em> open fire for your trespass!" <br><br>Armand looked dubious. "Lack of le manneurs." He turned to Lous-Verrant, who simply leaned over the side and called out in an amiable yet carrying voice "My most valiant officer, this ship bears the colors of the Avanteri and is property of the <em>monarques de Avantier</em>! I am Lord Lous-Verrant Baptiste, third son of His Grace, the Most High Duke of Norait, and representative of my liege, the King of Avantier! I am here as a royal diplomat and my intents are to open trading routes which would be enormously beneficial to both Avantier and Tanperi and should not be deterred no matter what the cost, but if you insist..." The young nobleman let the words drag out. <br><br>The Tanperian officer on the sloop hesitated, had a quick discussion with his second-in-command, and then appeared to come to an agreement. He turned back to the <em>Fortune</em>. "Understood. We will let you through to the docks and allow you to drop anchor, as well as acquire any supplies you may need for replenishment of your ship's stocks, but you may not set foot on Ende's soil until someone from the Court arrives to verify your legitimacy. And that may take awhile, as it is around this time that the Emperor tends to hold court." <br><br>"You have my thanks, officer! Give my regards to your family, for they must be truly proud of such a valiant man of chivalry in the family." Lous-Verrant shot the officer a blinding smile, causing him to clear his throat abashedly and order one of his subordinates to depart on a rowboat and inform the royal court of the <em>Fortune</em>'s pending status as the ship itself sailed slowly towards the docks and begun to drop anchor. <br><br>While the sailors all around him busied themselves with random tasks, Lous-Verrant Baptiste folded his arms and looked out upon the city. Pale-skinned even after months at sea, the royal diplomat looked immensely out of place standing upon a ship's deck laden with tanned seafarers, though he exuded an visible aura of power and authority simply by standing there. "Tanperi ... Hm?" He murmured to himself as he waited. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Etherwood</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 14:37:28</strong>
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				Mereavus didn't have any qualms about interrupting Royal breakfast - not in this situation, at least. She hadn't gone with the Empress on this venture purely because it had been her son's wedding week, and had been given permission to spend it at home to prepare for it. Any hope that the Empress was with her was unfortunately destined to be let down - she'd been present at the castle during the daytime whilst her Imperial Majesty had been on the road. And for all anyone else knew, she'd gone home to her mainland manor to be with her family in the evenings instead of staying in her Castle Quarters. <br><br>She swept down the halls with her usual combination of imperious demeanour, echoing heels and sweeping fabric. Always the red and gold brocade, always the rich, black fur trimmed cloak when it was cold. No cloak today. She'd bathed, put up her hair properly with its dangling golden chains and attached rubies, and dressed suitably. And suitably always meant impeccably. <br><br>She often ate breakfast with the Royal Family, so entry to their dining room was hardly difficult. Apparently, she was on the hunt for the Emperor, and had every intention of taking it to the food-table, if she really had to. Before he decided to berate the entire castle for their negligence in managing to lose his wife. She looked concerned, and any expression whatsoever on her face beyond some form of smug smile or charismatic movement was a rarity. <br><br>She fortunately found him in the corridors, and hastened to catch up to him (but she never ran, ladies never run in public). <br><br>"Your Majesty," she greeted, her tone gentle and her voice relatively quiet. She didn't ask any stupid questions - 'how are you', 'have you slept', 'do you know anything'. All so very stupid. He felt much the same way she felt (and yes, in truth, she did <em>feel</em> a great deal), he likely hadn't slept and if he knew anything he'd be doing something about it. She simply opted to touch his elbow lightly. <br><br>A friend was there, if he required one. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 20:04:25</strong>
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				The Emperor was walking through the corridors when he heard a familiar voice pop up behind him. She could already detect his foul mood and probably already dispensed with asking the simple questions that she probably already knew the answers to. He also was in no mood for simple small talk as his Court was waiting for him, unknowing of the fury that was coming their way.<br><br>"Duchess" said Valerian simply, it appeared since his wife was now missing he was going to start distancing himself from everyone. His stride unbroken as he entered the empty dinning room to have a simple meal before heading to Court, the more eager houses would arrive early to try and get brownie points with the royal family while the ones who knew what was going on would arrive later. He was sure his guards would be starting to sweat wondering what he was going to do with them. Valerian thought all this as he sat down to have a simple breakfast consisting of some bread, eggs, sausage, and his orange juice.<br><br>"If your here to try and calm me down it isn't going to work" said Valerian. "I'll rip this country apart if I have to, to find her" And she knew he meant it. Just then a Naval Commander in full dress uniform walked into the room, much to the annoyance of the Emperor. The officer bowed quickly and spoke.<br><br>"<em>My lord a new ship has entered the docks, it bears the flag of the Kingdom of Avantier, they say they are carrying a foreign dignitary and are requesting that he have leave to meet you</em>"<br><br>Valerian seemed unshaken about this turn of events.<br><br>"Were they expected?"<br><br>"<em>No m'Lord they made no prior arrangements for an expected arrival.</em>"<br><br>"Fine then, if they think they can pull into any port they want to, they will abide by my terms, they are allowed to disembark the ambassador to my court at once but only him, and the ship is to remain on lock-down with constant security and supervision while in my country, if they attempt to resist these rules, mobilize the fleet" said Valerian almost simply, ordering what could be seen as an international incident. The Officer seemed shaken but quickly bowed and left to carry out the orders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Etherwood</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 20:21:41</strong>
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				Mereavus had no intention of trying to calm the man down. Men had a habit of shooting the messenger when it came to that sort of thing, and she had no intention of getting in the way. <br><br>"I hadn't thought to, your Majesty," she answered to the mention of it. Being here was apparently futile, so she didn't bother to consider wasting her time much longer. He could rage around all he wanted, that was his right. "I shall go and assembly the court, since you have no need of me."<br><br>To which she turned, and began to head off in the general direction of the Throne Room. God only knew who was there already - she assumed the guards were. She carried on walking until she reached the double doors, which were opened for her by said guards in advance of her stepping into the room. She prepared herself for it; did she know anything, had she received a letter, was the Empress simply in some fuckhole with a pretty pleb, was she delayed by a storm? <br><br>She had nothing new to tell them. She looked tense, but that was hardly surprising. 'Duchess', indeed, the man couldn't even summon up enough decency to say 'Your Grace'. <br><br><em>Good.</em><br><br>She naturally gravitated towards Ysena - who looked just about as wretched as everyone else felt. <br><br>"Captain," she greeted quietly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 20:40:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ysena looked at Mereavus with weary eyes, eyeing the advisor up and down, she was suspitious, but at this stage Ysena could not help but look at everyone with suspition, after two days attempting to track the Empress, it felt like she was chasing ghosts. Mereavus was closer to her than most, although it did mean she had opportunity, she was also significantly less likely to do anything to someone, she knew how close her and the Empress were. After all, it was usually Ysena who was keeping watch over each member of the family when they had visitors. She had heard a great many conversations and secrets, many of which she keeps to this day. No she thought, Mereavus was not involved in this. It had to be someone else...<br><br>"Good even... I mean good morning your Grace, how do you fare in such times?" She bowed respectfully the weight of her armour threatening to tip her off balance, but she just about was able to keep her composure, she really needed to rest soon. She looked to the table and took her helmet off the top of it. Debating if she should put it on as to hide the weakness of her fatigue from the Emperor and the other suspect nobles.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Etherwood</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 20:50:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mereavus sighed slightly at the question, and briefly glanced towards the rest of the room. She wasn't about to say anything too loud - any chink in the armour would set off more panic in the court and country if they heard anyone was too ruffled. <br><br>"'Worried' would be putting it extremely mildly," she answered, still maintaining the quiet voice. "I should've been with her." Not that she could've done much. Not that she hadn't been with her, in one form or another. But if there was one thing Mereavus was skilled at, it was lying. That expression could shift with any emotion she wanted put into play. Remorse and worry would do it for now. <br><br>When the Captain took the helmet off, she returned to gazing at the rest of the room. "I would suggest keeping it off," she murmured. "His Majesty is in a foul mood this morning. He may just go easier on you if he can see how much you've exhausted yourself looking." <br><br>May, but she didn't count on it. Much like she didn't count on any exhaustive search finding anything. They'd done their job well - it was a shame they had to die, but really... <br><br>One must always clean up behind one's self. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 20:55:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Court had been called, that was obvious to Lilith. Everyone was running in all directions, trying to get everyone important gathered, and to get things ready. Lilith simply sighed, figuring that Ysena would have a hard time in there, as she was the one the Emperor usually talked to directly about matters directly linked with the nobles. She couldn't help but feel sorry for her, Lilith knew she was doing her best too.<br><br>However, soon one of her guards came up to her. "Captain... The Emperor wants to you attend Court as well this morning." Lilith grumbled. "Great..." She knew the only reason was so that he would have more people to shout at. She didn't dislike the Emperor, in fact she liked most of the people here, but right now he would be sure to be furious, and the fact that she didn't have any news to bring him wouldn't help things.<br><br>Lilith started off towards the castle, walking at a fast pace. She would probably make it just in time. But then, another guard came up and interrupted her. "Ma'am! An unexpected ship arrived at the docks, and it's a big one!" Lilith would normally have gone straight there to investigate, but right now she didn't have time. "Make sure they don't do anything illegal. Watch them carefully and report to me everything they do."<br><br>With that taken care of she resumed her way up the stairs and towards the large room, arriving at the court just slightly late.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 21:02:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Ysena eyed her helmet, then returned to look at Mereavus "Maybe so your Grace, but it was the knights failure to keep the Empress safe, if anyone should be yelled at, it should be the ones who have failed his Excellency. If I was to show my fatigue, then perhaps he will hold back. He needs someone to vent his anger at right now, and that should be me, as I am ultimately the one responsible for failing to protect his wife..." She sighed weakly, her devotion to the Imperium and the family was unfaltering, such as Ysena's spirit, regardless of how close her body was to breaking, she would continue for this empire, as she has done her entire life.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Etherwood</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 21:32:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mereavus sighed some and shrugged her shoulders, arms folding underneath her bodice. "His <em>Majesty</em>," she corrected offhand. "In all honesty, Captain, I'm not sure of the point of placing blame. It accomplishes next to nothing for the moment - you should be resting to continue the search as soon as possible. You can be berated later, once you've found her." <br><br>She never did see the point in it all. Ruling by emotion was weak. It led to foolish decisions, like summoning a court up to shout at them, rather than ensuring the best possible solution to the problem. <br><br>She always was too critical of emotion - politician first and woman second, while the rest of the population tended to remember that they were, in fact, human, rather more often. <br><br>She hadn't got here by being human. Where in damnation was <em>he</em>? He had to be somewhere. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 21:40:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"My apologies your Grace, I think the Fatigue is starting to catch up with me." She brushed her hair back into a ponytail then put on her helmet. It covered most of her face with exception to a eye slot, it was ideal because it covered her face extremely well, while it was on, it was hard to tell just how tired she was compared to without it on. "I feel that it will be important to his Majesty to air off some steam so he will be able to look at the situation more logically afterwards when he has rid himself of much pent up emotion.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Travaius</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 22:53:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shaking his head, Thomas moved through the corridors of the palace. He always thought that defense was the most important part of the empire, and the recent capture of the Empress only convinced him that he was right. Fixing his sword on his belt, he sighed as he moved&nbsp; towards the throne room. He saw the buzz and really did not wish to be the last person to enter. All that would do was anger the Emperor and that was the last thing he wished to do.<br><br>Taking a slow walk towards the throne room, he made the decision to not rush himself. If the Emperor was not in the throne room, then he did not wish to stand around a room with groups of people all over. Moving outside the throne room, he leaned against the wall. He didn’t care if he got bonus points for being in the room early, he did not like waiting for anyone and the Emperor would be no different. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Etherwood</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 23:08:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mereavus smiled some and nodded. "I'm sure you're right, Captain," she answered. "Would you excuse me?" <br><br>She moved off to firstly find herself something to drink (wine in the morning became a necessity when dealing in politics so heavily), and secondly to head over to Thomas. <br><br>"Viscount," she acknowledged. "Welcome to a very ugly morning." <br><br>Thus far, Mereavus' interactions with Thomas Antwood had been peaceable and entirely friendly. She tried to maintain a good relationship with most of the courtiers, though she tended to find him more pleasant than the others. She'd likely never put her finger on why. Whatever the case, she joined him by the wall, and sipped her wine. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hayley</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 23:20:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Something was clearly happening below, as soldiers and an increasing number of nobles started heading in the direction of - she closed her eyes, trying to remember the layout - the great hall?&nbsp; Yeah, the great hall.&nbsp; She shrugged and began tearing the last of her bread into small crumbs and throwing them out over the courtyard, laughing happily as each was caught by a gull before it had even started falling.&nbsp; So engrossed in watching the birds, the heavy knock at the door came as a complete surprise and she jumped, knocking her bread off the balcony.&nbsp; "BELOW" she hollered helpfully to anyone down there and headed back into the room.<br><br>Once inside she gestured for the guard to be quiet and tiptoed across the room, laying her hand on the handle, then nodded to the guard."What is is?"&nbsp; He shouted.<br><br>"Emperor wants to see you.&nbsp; Murderous scum, why he didn't hang you the second..." He stopped suddenly as Silya threw the door open.&nbsp; The Tanpari guards had got very brave at shouting abuse through the door and she was glad to finally catch one.&nbsp; She smiled happily at him "Sorry, he didn't hang us the second we?&nbsp; Landed?&nbsp; Showed our faces?&nbsp; Where were you going with that?"&nbsp; The guard stood paralysed for a moment then took off down the hall, laughter following him.<br><br>"Charming folk, the Tanpari."&nbsp; She laughed.&nbsp; "Alright.&nbsp; Court it is.&nbsp; Looks like the Empress is back after all.&nbsp; Try not to pick your nose this time."&nbsp; When they had first arrived they had been greeted by a Castellan.&nbsp; Her guard had picked up a cold on the crossing and had been, quite naturally, cleaning his nose out while she talked with the castellan.&nbsp; She had realised he was aghast at something but it had taken them quite a while to work out what.&nbsp; She supposed she just had to be thankful he'd had the presence of mind not to flick the results at anything or anyone.<br><br>Still, know not to do that next time.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 23:20:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The throne room was already busy with people, but the Emperor hadn't started yet, so Lilith felt relieved. She noticed Ysena was already there. Lilith couldn't help but gasp a little. The Imperial Knight-Captain looked like hell. She clearly had spent all night outside, looking for the missing Empress. Lilith felt a bit guilty that she herself still got to sleep soundly, her main duty being to oversee the castle itself as well as the surrounding areas, and not the royal family. As such, her main participation in the search effort had been to send out patrols and search parties.<br><br>Seeing Mereavus move away from her, she took the opportunity to go near her old friend and have a word. "Hello Ysena, how are you holding up?"<br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Travaius</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 23:22:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A smile came over his face as he saw the Duchess move over to him. He always had some sort of affinity towards her, he thought on some level they clicked. Nodding to her glass, his eyebrow raised and he stretched his arms above his head.<br><br>“Duchess, or should I call you advisor? You are up bright and early for us all to be yelled at, at least you are drinking wine to prepare yourself. I am sure that we will be told to search all over our lands to find her. But are you not worried? If people are kidnapping our female nobility, would you not be worried? I mean, you are high ranking enough to be concerned if such a thing is happening.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 23:38:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good morning Lilith, I am holding up as well as anyone can in this situation can I suppose" She made sure that her helmet was fastened, hoping her friend did not see the state she was in. "How fared the search on your end? I've only been back roughly twenty minutes now, I did only plan to come back for resupplies and to take a different squad of knights and continue the search... But his Majesty had chosen for this meeting, so I was unable to continue in that task for the time being, I was hoping that maybe some information was found?"<br><br>She looked at her old friend, such fond memories, private training sessions, sorting out disputes between their two forces. What they thought used to be hassle now seemed like a walk in the park to Ysena after the last two days. Although she had no intention of stopping, unless ordered otherwise she would ride out with a fresh squad and continue the search once again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 23:59:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm afraid I don't have any better news myself. I've been sending patrols and search parties ever since the Empress went missing. I know we will find her, it's only a matter of time. I also know you've been doing everything you can on your side." She paused. "But... Don't kill yourself, you also need rest."<br><br>Even tho Ysena had put her helmet back on, she saw her when she had come in, and noticed how exhausted she appeared. Suddenly, Lilith wrapped her arms around her friend and hugged her openly, as a gesture of deep friendship, something most people wouldn't do. But everything about Lilith, from her outfit, manners, to usual friendly demeanor towards everyone, was unlike most other officers.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Etherwood</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 00:09:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mereavus made an amused sound at the question. <br><br>"Your Grace or your Excellence will do," she answered. "I am most excellent, after all." She paused for another sip of her wine. "I'm always up early. I hadn't even thought about it, to be honest with you." <br><br>She appeared to muse on his suggestion that she ought to be worried. "I'm going to remain in my quarters here," she told him. "With any luck that'll deter any silly ideas around the place. It's too difficult to think on my own safety at present - not with her missing. I just want her home, wherever she is."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Travaius</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 00:29:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Now after everything I am sure you know about me do you think I am likely to call you either of those? I am not much on titles, but I will call you Duchess if you like. Remaining here is the smart idea? I believe someone was just abducted from here, but then again they have never put up as much security as I like around here. We allow diplomats here, foreigners who report to others, enemies of our county even. How can we be shocked when things like this happen?”<br><br>He looked down at the ground for a moment, shaking his head. Taking a deep breath, he slowly calms himself before looking back up at the Duchess, smiling as he does so. <br><br>“Sorry, I just feel strongly about this. In my own territory, a group of local thugs recently disappeared, not sure where they got off to though. I am sure we all want our Empress back, and I am sure that the guards will do everything in their power to find her and her abductors.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Etherwood</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 00:35:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mereavus arched a brow at his ranting. "You <em>are</em> misinformed, aren't you?" she commented. "The Empress was on her way home from Beryl, I received a letter from her on her departure. She hasn't been in the castle for at least a week. If being on the road leaves me open to going missing, then quite frankly I am staying in my quarters with a heavily guarded door." <br><br>Sounded like the best form of protection to her - at least, it would, if she was actually at risk of abducting herself. <br><br>"Eave will do," she told him in regards to what to call her. She preferred it to the titles, generally, but in a formal capacity, the titles had to be used for decency's sake or they'd suffer poked egos. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Travaius</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 00:43:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shrugging his shoulder, he leaned more of his weight against the wall. His eyebrows raised when he heard that the Duchess was going to allow him to call her Eave. Smiling softly, he reached up and started to rub his temples, nodding for a moment.<br><br>“Apparently I have been misinformed. As soon as I heard that she went missing I set about arranging my lands so that I could be here as soon as possible. I kind of put together the rest of the story together as I came here. It’s been kind of hectic as you can imagine. But I appreciate you telling me what really happened. By the way, Eave, feel free to call me Tom.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 00:52:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The morning routine was broken by the sound of horses cantering across the near country and into the castle that was home.&nbsp; &nbsp;A small group of riders, one of which held the banner of Prince Roger, passed unopposed into the deepest parts of the castle.&nbsp; &nbsp;The riders dismounted, the leader was obviously His Imperial Highness himself.<br><br>He'd been several days ride away, yet had made remarkable time on his return once news had reached him.&nbsp; &nbsp;In fact, he'd barely arrived an hour behind the dispatch rider that he'd sent ahead.&nbsp; He'd done something that he'd rarely done: hammering an agreement down the throat of two stubborn vassal lords.<br><br>He swept into the castle, speaking to various aides that came up to him.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Where is my father?&nbsp; And my wife?"&nbsp; He demanded, pushing open the main doors to the throne room.&nbsp; Spurs clinked on the stonework, steel tapping against stone.&nbsp; He was dressed for battle, and his expression matched his armor.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Etherwood</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 00:55:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mereavus laughed lightly at the mention of calling him 'Tom'. Not on his nelly, he'd get <em>Thomas</em> if he was lucky. Shortening names wasn't something she generally did. <br><br>"I prefer Viscount," she answered, with no reason given. "Fortunately my husband is at the estate to manage it. I'm hoping he'll at least remember to do the very basics." <br><br>It wasn't a great secret. Duke Vorserkeine had always been a delicate sort of man, equipped with enough skills to be a Tanperian Diplomat to Lareich and little else. His excessively gentle demeanour tended to suit keeping good relations, and little else. His wife had always been the one to take on the rather more demanding duties, which made their marriage subject to great deal of gossip. A woman taking control was something of a taboo, but it didn't appear to bother the Advisor in the slightest. It suited her the way things were - she wasn't exactly the shrinking wallflower her husband was.<br><br>She looked up when the Crown Prince entered and naturally moved away from the wall to curtsey, which she did with the regal grace she tended to do everything with. "Your Highness," she greeted. No doubt he wasn't interested in discussion, but not greeting would be considered highly improper. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Travaius</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 01:07:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A smile came to his face as he looked over the Duchess. She was a higher rank and allowed him to call her by her name, but would not take the same liberty with him. He had heard she was an odd kind of noble, and nothing she had done thus far changed his mind about those stories. His faced fell a little as she mentioned her husband. <br><br>“Ah your husband, yes an adept man, in his way. I am sure you are glad that he can take care of things for you while you are away. I have heard…some good things about him. I am sure he is a treasure to have at home to help you with your affairs.”<br><br>His eyes caught the Crown Prince moving towards them, then caught the Duchess’s movements. He knew that not showing the proper respect would be more trouble than it was worth. With that knowledge, he took a half step away from the wall and bowed.<br><br>“Your Highness.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 01:08:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Standing next to the Imperial Knight-Captain, Lilith waited for the Emperor to make his appearance so she could go back to her duties. She listened to the various people who had been coming in, gathering in the room, no doubt also called in by the Emperor. She was amazed at the chatter she was hearing. In the middle of a crisis, some of them seemed more preoccupied about politics, titles and ranks, than about finding the missing person.<br><br>The Guard Captain had always been completely disinterested in politics. Maybe it was because she wasn't a noble, or maybe because she wasn't originally from this country. Either way, the whole deal seemed like nothing but petty power plays. Blocking off most of the chatter in her head, she concentrated on her duties, the protection and security of the castle and it's surrounding town.<br><br>At one point, a guard came in and saluted her. Lilith was releaved to see the Lieutenant come in for his hourly report. At least she could always count on her troops to do their jobs, she had trained them well. "Hi Captain, sorry to bother you. The latest search party came back, still no sign of her. I'll send the next group out." Lilith nodded at the man. "Oh it's no bother, believe me. Carry on." The guard saluted, then turned around, leaving the room.<br><br>Lilith went back to waiting.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 01:21:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ysena let her arms close around Lilith for a few moments before the Prince entered the room, snapping back to full stature "Morning your Highness, how fare your travel? Your father his Majesty will be joining us at any moment, as he has callen the court to assemble this morn" She saluted him in the usual manner. Holding herself steady, then having a final word with Lilith.<br><br>"Before I leave, perhaps it may be best to converse so we are able to better cordinate our efforts in finding the empress?" She whispered, not really wanting the other nobles to hear.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 03:59:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Once his breakfast was finished Valerian began to walk towards the throne room, he could already hear the commotion and politicking already. As he entered the room, it almost fell quiet immediately. All present knew the news already and they did not want to anger the Emperor further. Instead of sitting on his throne and starting the day's agenda, he instead took to walking amoungst the assembled people. The people moving out of the way as he wandered through the crowd.<br><br>"I had to ask myself this morning a simple question...Who would have anything against me to do this deed? Have I not given you everything I can, have I not ruled fairly. I have my issues but I do my best to deal with them. So lets go through the list shall we? first lets start with the proud Ysena Levantine, in charge of my personal security" said Valerian making a b-line right for the Knight Captain. "Why would she do it? Maybe she is tired of her constant duties and long hours and finally decided to get revenge? who knows?" He said almost circling the woman like a shark awaiting for the right moment.<br><br>"Next lets try Lilith Marlana, maybe she was tired of being the lowly castle guard and got an offer from a foreign nation for a higher position of rank? Maybe?" He asked as if to no one in particular as he passed the Castle Guard Captain.<br><br>"So who's next?" Asked the Emperor returning to the front of the room and began to stare at the crowd. "Im waiting...."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 04:14:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lilith nodded briefly to Ysena as she whispered to her, but then stood at attention when the Emperor came in. As he walked up to Ysena, Lilith took a step to the side instinctively. Then, as he picked on her next, she gulped. Never had she seen him in such a foul mood, and she was not going to be the first one to speak up. The only news she had were bad, and she had no intention of angering him any more, or drawing his ire.<br><br>Standing still, she tried to avoid his gaze as she waited for him to get to someone else, looking at Ysena from the corner of her eyes.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Etherwood</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 04:17:03</strong>
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				Mereavus had turned back to Thomas just before the Emperor entered. "Dinner this evening, Viscount?" she asked. "I could use the company." <br><br>And then watched as the Emperor stalked around the room deciding to pick out people and decide on their reasons for doing it. How very <em>childish</em>. Behaving like some ridiculous bully who'd not got his own way. If he hadn't had enemies before, he would now. And who said it was a personal attack against him, anyway? Now her mind was just being defensive; it hadn't been about him, and now he paraded around like the entire world had a vendetta. <br><br>Once he'd gone through two present and turned to demand who was next, she set her jaw. She had several choices. Shut up with the rest, step forward to volunteer to be bullied or stand up to him, and every last inch of her screamed the latter. Tell him his wife had gone, not him. Tell him that waltzing around like a child made more enemies in the room and worsened his situation. Tell him to go sleep and grow up, and actually rule, instead of satisfying his emotional bullshit on the courtiers. <br><br>So, she stepped forwards, and spread her hands in a gesture that said she was next. <br><br>Right in the firing line, let him conjure a reason - why she'd get rid of her best friend of fifteen years, why she'd put herself out of a job, and when, exactly, she'd have had the time to do it. And what ugly, manipulative reason could he conjure for her? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Travaius</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 04:26:00</strong>
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				Smiling slowly, the Viscout looked at the Duchess. He couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten with her, if he ever had before. Not being able to think of a reason to tell her no, he simply nodded at her, sighing as he did so.<br><br>“Dinner sounds great Duchess, I can’t think of better company than you. Now I wonder how long we have to wait until the Emperor decides to hold court.”<br><br>Tensing as he heard the voice of the Emperor, his head whipped around and he shook his head. This wasn’t the way he would conduct questioning. First and foremost, he attacked the two people who headed he investigation first. That should have been done in private, not in front of all the other potential suspects. Watching the Duchess step forward, a smile came across his face as he looked at the Emperor. He always enjoyed stirring up trouble, and he wouldn’t give up this opportunity either. Taking a deep breath he grinned at the Emperor.<br><br>“Your Highness, you seem so intent on mentioning those who were most concerned with your security. Did I not say that if we allowed foreigners in our most protected places this might happen? That if we allow people who do not answer to you, either directly or indirectly, to see our security, that there could be a breach?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 04:54:22</strong>
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				The Emperor saw the two royal members as they stepped up, Meravus only stood there, and Thomas made a comment on the influx of foreigners to the country. Valerian knew what each of those people were thinking right now <em>'What a childish prick'</em> he thought to himself as he listened to the comment made by Thomas. He knew that the Duchess would call him on his bullshit almost immediately, they both had served Valerian's purposes to the best extent they could.<br><br>"Ladies and Gentleman, each of you should take a note from these two. I don't need yes men and women, I need advisers, and soldiers with backbone to call me on bullshit like this, you all knew from the start that I would probably act like this, so next time SPEAK UP! I have an Empire to rule, not play the blame game during an important time, so both of you, where are you with the investigation?" asked Valerian, his attitude doing a complete 180 as he sat down on the throne.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrus</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 04:56:03</strong>
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				"... As such, you are allowed to disembark by the grace of His Majesty; however, everyone else in your entourage stays upon your ship and will be under constant scrutiny for the duration of its stay." The officer bearing the report tore it away from his eyes and bowed his head towards the men of the <em>Fortune.</em> Most of them looked astounded. <br><br><em>Capitaine</em> Badeau, who had been peacefully sipping at a cup of rough tea, was the first to speak up. "Zis is preposterous! You kannot expect zat a royal diplomat representeeng ze King himself walk around unattended to by his aides! From who does zees foolish message come from, for ze fool not to know of basic negotiaire etiquette?" <br><br>The officer raised an eyebrow and replied, "Our King." <br><br>Armand Badeau promptly choked on his tea. <br><br>"This is all very charming." Lous-Verrant said suddenly, clearly unperturbed by this turn of events. <br><br>"But <em>mon seigneur-</em>" <br><br>"Come now, my dear Armand." The young aristocrat smiled winningly at the <em>capitaine</em>, the effect equivalent to dumping a bucket of cold water over the man's hot protests and quelling his rage instantly. "Have a look at it from a Tanperian perspective. 'Tis our fault for not announcing our arrival, no?" <br><br>"But a royal ship ... and a royal diplomat! Zey should 'ave at least ze manners to allow an escort, if not be ready to greet us!" <br><br>"Not all nations bear the same customs, and thus not all nations have the same forms of etiquette." Lous-Verrant responded affably. "We must not take offense at every little thing." Leaning over the side of the ship, Lous-Verrant called out "I shall make the assumption that I am to be escorted straight to your King's court with you fine gentlemen?"<br><br>"That would be best, milord." The officer called back. <br><br>"Well then, I will be on my way. Replenish the supplies best you can from the shore traders my dear Armand, I'm preparing for a long stay." He patted the <em>capitaine</em> on the shoulder and descended off the side of the ship and down into the waiting rowboat. The officer helped him down and proceeded to give orders for the rowboat to launch off. When the rowboat had sailed past the salty waters and touched the docks, Lous-Verrant eagerly stepped onto port, helped by one of the officers. At last, he tread upon Ende's soil. At last, he was going to make his mark.<br><br>"Straight to the castle then?" He asked of the officer.<br><br>"Yes milord." <br><br>"Lead the way." Lous-Verrant said promptly, trailing after his Tanperian escort as they made their way towards the castle. <br><br>Some time later, after they had arrived, Lous-Verrant took in the sight of the castle and nodded to himself approvingly. A cliff-based castle serving as an island stronghold. It hadn't taken him long to get here, since the port was not far away from the castle. As his Tanperian escort reached the gates and negotiated with the guards posted there, Lous-Verrant crossed his arms and marveled at the warm weather. Back in Avantier, winds constantly pelted anything in sight and the flags and pennants of his own beloved Norait were constantly flapping wildly or getting torn off their poles from the sheer ferocity of the wind. He observed the new environment cheerfully, snapping his fingers randomly in approval of one thing or another. A couple of ladies-at-court walked past him, their big frilly dresses slithering across the floor. Curious at the new sight, they cast side glances at him and were promptly dazzled by his warm and courtly smile. He bowed his head to them once, dusted down his elegant coat, and hid a smile as they nearly stumbled on their own dresses in their haste to return his attentions. <br><br>"You can enter now, milord-diplomat." The officer he was with announced, with the gate guardsmen nodding towards Lous-Verrant in a bored sort of fashion as one would expect from men posted to stare at the same old scenery day after day after day. <br><br>"Thank you very much." Lous-Verrant replied, nodding towards the officer as the gates parted, and then walking into the vast expanse of the structure with his native escorts following him dutifully. <br><br>"Your first priority is to see our King, milord?" <br><br>"Perhaps. But if he is, as you say, holding court - then why not take a tour? I wonder if I will meet anyone willing to give me a tour."<br><br>"We can do that for you, milord."<br><br>"Very good of you, my dear...?" <br><br>"Hill. Charls Hill." <br><br>"Very good of you, my dear Charls. But 'tis always good to meet new friends in a foreign land. No better way than through a tour." <br><br>"Of course, milord."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 05:04:16</strong>
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				Lilith frowned at the Emperor sudden change of tone. Was he just playing with them? She was not used to seeing him like that. Deciding it would probably be best to just get her report over with, she took a step forward and announced her results in as short a form as she could. "Your Highness, I have been sending Castle Guards on patrol and rescue parties all night, ever since we received news of the Empress going missing. Right now over 50 of my guards are out looking for hints. So far, none of the groups found any leads. I also made sure to review the Castle security personally, and am confident that the area is secure."<br><br>Indeed, meanwhile, outside of the castle, the assigned guards were not the only ones to watch Lous-Verrant arrive. Lilith's trusted Lieutenant was in the background, on top of the wall, watching his every move, as the Captain had ordered him to.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Etherwood</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 05:09:42</strong>
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				Mereavus seemed perfectly at ease with speaking publicly - she'd done so often. She had her own thoughts on the matter, so once both Captains had finished their report, she moved to address the group of nobles by standing in front of the dais. <br><br>"It is my understanding that thus far, searches for her Majesty have proven fruitless," she began. "The last communication I had with the Empress was by letter, when she informed me that she had left Beryl and was to make her way to Ende by the main highway. There are three public inns along that highway, and I'd estimate that she stayed in at least two of them <em>if </em>she made it anywhere near the city." She paused to finish her wine and put the glass down on a table. "Now, for all we know, they've taken a supposed short-cut and have lost their way. We can safely assume that she did leave Beryl as she intended to do - the messenger she sent me informed me that he had left only as the entire contingent left the gates. So, the simple truth of the matter is that her Majesty is somewhere in Southern Tanperi. That's no small amount of ground to cover." She stopped walking, as she had been from one side to another whilst she relayed what she personally 'knew' to those present. <br><br>"You are all landowners," she reminded them. "You have men at your disposal. I would recommend that each of you recruit your own search parties and scour your estates and provinces with as much attention to detail as is possible. Any of you with military men in your holdings might also wish to lend their services to Captain Marlana to oversee for the time being. Does your Majesty have an opinion on how best to proceed?" <br><br>She turned back to him with an arched brow. Perhaps he'd correct her, perhaps he'd have better ideas. For now, it seemed best to simply say what she knew and what she thought, and then give way to the Emperor's decision on the matter. <br><br><br>[OOC: Sorry for the clumping at the beginning, folks, I'm off to bed so I figured I'd get this down so you all can work around me whilst I'm out. &lt;3]
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 08:33:14</strong>
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				The rest of the group talked as I sat alone. I was glad the last thing I wanted to do was make idle talkwith everyone, I'd always been over emotional and today seemed to be a day for being distressed. <br><br>When the Prince entered I heard the others greet him and raised my head to smile lightly at him, glad beyond words he was here. <br><br>When The Emperor entered raging at the crowd and calling out the people charged with finding his wife I cringed the yelling unnerving me. I hated to think what they must be going through knowing not only had they displeased him but knowing that their Empress was in trouble.<br><br>When he calmed I was took a deep breath settling myself again. Listening closely to the others I tried to appear like the princess should, calm and put together, utterly confidant that this matter would be resolved quickly even if I wasn't completely confidant.<br><br>Listening closely to the Duchess I smiled she was always so put together and smart I envied her at times, this one wasn't one of them. "I have extensive lands in the south as well as my father I'll send word today to dispatch our man to make sweeps of our lands immediately." I said offering all the help I could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 13:11:51</strong>
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				The Crown Prince nodded in acknowledgment to those who greeted him but spoke not a word.&nbsp; When he laid eyes upon his wife, he went directly to her; clasping hands and touching noses ever so briefly.&nbsp; &nbsp;"We'll talk in private."&nbsp; He whispered to her, keeping a hold of one of her hands as he turned toward the now occupied throne.&nbsp; He wanted her touch to steady and calm him in this hour.<br><br>He choose to remain silent as others spoke in turn, having nothing more to add to what has already been said aside from his presence.&nbsp; He'd already sent messengers to the lands under Crown control before he'd returned home.&nbsp; Knowing that there was nothing more he could do right that moment, he simply waited and watched.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 02:15:14</strong>
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				I smiled and nodded to my huband as he whispered to me a small smile playing across my lips, even though the situation was horrible I was glad he was back, I'd missed him, more often then not I don't feel settled when he's not around. I held on to his hand comforted by his presants and lifted my head paying closer attention to the room. Noticing for the first time that the Viscount was here as well I sighed to myself how could I have missed him standing there the whole time, he'd probably spoken he's always eager to make comments about the security. Taking a deep breath I turned to the Emperor and awaited his reponce to all that had been said. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Travaius</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 01:16:55</strong>
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				Thomas smiled as the Duchess talked. It was interesting to see someone take an active role in security, at least outside of himself and the guards around the palace. Most people accepted that the palace was governed by enough security to protect the Emperor. This was one of the first times he remembered that someone took an interest in a nation wide security issue. His eyes ran over the Duchess, grinning as he did so. She was pretty, and at least openly intelligent. Different from most of the people that he met around here. A grin came to his face as he thought about her husband again, shaking his head as he did so. No real man could allow his wife to have all business control of their estate. He couldn’t even remember meeting the man in court.<br><br>Stepping forward, he nodded slowly. The Duchess was right, but he didn’t like the idea of having people who didn’t answer to him on his land. There were items he was working on that he didn’t want anyone to see. He often employed people to find new ways to wage war, either through machines or better weaponry. <br><br>“I don’t need help searching my lands. My men are more than adept in the security of my territory that they can find the Empress if she is hidden somewhere. I have no problem with aiding anyone else in their search, but my men already search my lands every other day, for criminals, spies, and enemies. I am sure that my lands have already been scoured at this point.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Etherwood</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 01:29:01</strong>
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				Mereavus waited for an answer from the Emperor, and then glanced back to the room. In her mind, no <em>real</em> woman let her husband have entire control; and no real man demanded all of it. She liked the way her marriage worked - it provided her with freedom and&nbsp; friendship, and had produced children. It had done everything she'd required it to. <br><br>"Very well," she answered the various responses. "If you have anything to report, please bring it to his Majesty, his Imperial Highness, the Crown Prince or myself. Otherwise, be careful, and move as quickly and safely as you possibly can. Court is adjourned. Any of you who wish to speak to his Majesty may remain and do so, otherwise, please attend your posts." <br><br>After which, she stepped down and made her way back into the crowd. She had every intention of finding her office for a while. 'Exhausted' barely covered it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Travaius</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 02:05:45</strong>
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				Thomas smiled as he saw her giving orders.&nbsp; He was shocked that no one was above her&nbsp; was stepping in, telling her that the investigation should be conducted another way. The thought left him as he realized that he had gotten an agreement to keep others off his land. <br><br>Nodding at the Duchess started to move into the crowd, he worked his way towards her. She was one of the few nobles he had grown to respect. She had power but didn’t abuse and seemed to take control of matters that were important. That made her a rarity in his opinion, and one that he was more than willing to associate with.<br><br>“That was a very good speech Duchess. Do you really expect all of the nobles to band together though? There are rivalries in our nation that go back farther than any of us remember. Are you sure that a search that has no central lead will be wise? It was still a good idea to put it out there, I don’t want you to think that I am criticizing you, just asking.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Etherwood</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 02:15:05</strong>
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				Mereavus shrugged both shoulders, continuing to head out of the courtroom. Really, she was also surprised, but she supposed trust came in rather large handfuls when one had properly served for fifteen years. <br><br>"They band together or become suspects," she answered. "They have little choice if they want to avoid the Rack." <br><br>She knew the mentality. If she had to force them together she would. All they had to do was be nice for a little while until someone found something of merit. <br><br>"Speaking idealistically, their patriotism ought to band them together without the threat; finding the Empress is more important than petty land squabbles that their ultimate grandfathers began over a stray sheep. But, idealism rarely works, so instead I'm quite happy to dangle a threat over their heads. The Emperor's wrath will be great if they refuse to form a suitable search soon." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 03:15:59</strong>
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				The Crown Prince, finding Court dismissed for the moment, gave a sketchy yet proper bow to his father before leading his wife off a side passage that lead up to where the royal chambers were.&nbsp; &nbsp; Without so much as a word, he opened the door to their chambers for her then followed her inside.&nbsp; He closed the door quietly behind them, leaning over and giving her a soft kiss on the lips with a smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 05:14:13</strong>
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				Lilith watched people start to go back to their businesses and decided to resume her duties as well. She bowed down to the Emperor then walked away. Before leaving the room however, she gave a look at Ysena that clearly indicated she hoped to talk to her some more.<br><br>She walked through the castle and back outside. As she passed the entrance, the guards saluted her. She turned to one of them and commented "Stay sharp, men." They both nodded, and she kept walking, towards her favorite spot over the main gate wall. From there, she had a good view over both the main entrance and the castle's courtyard.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 08:30:06</strong>
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				I kissed my husband lightly and smiled up at him. "I'm glad your home I missed you" I said my eyes twinkling slightly feeling better then I had since hearing the news. "you must be so tired."I said running my hands down his arms in a worried gesture as I looked at him. With a slight pull I lead him our bed chamber and had him sit down. Sitting down next to him I smiled lightly "you should rest things will probably get very hectic soon." I said a shadow crossing my features.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 12:21:11</strong>
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				Ysena stood their patiently, she normally tried to listen in on the details and politics of the situation. But her mind calculated different military tactics in her mind to try and keep herself awake. Stifling a yawn she noticed Lilith leaving the room with a subtle nod saying she will do what she can. then the Prince and Princess. This left the Emperor to keep a watch for. Requesting leave from him she left the room, she had to prepare for the next search party that will be leaving this afternoon. It did not leave her much time to prepare, let alone sleep. She glided down the corridor, her normal graceful movements now seemed dull and clunky from fatigue. <br><br>She reached the war room, and sent out a messenger for the other military leaders, including Lilith, and other officers. But the moment she took off her helmet and sat down, her head hit the table and fell asleep from fatigue. Or perhaps it was something more malicious as her lips turned a pale hue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Etherwood</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 17:24:06</strong>
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				Mereavus made her way towards one last attempt at privacy. She turned and walked through the quiet, carpeted halls towards her office. The two guards who stood imposing themselves outside the polished door stepped to one side, the one on the left opening it for her entry. <br><br>She closed it behind herself, and leaned her back against it with some relief. Her hands gripped to the carved insignia of the horse on her door, and her eyes closed very slowly. Today had been one very long, tedious day. <br><br>Her office consisted of extensive amounts of filing space. A colossal case of slender drawers covered the majority of one wall, each handle marked with a letter that ensured her documents were kept in alphabetical order. Her desk was similarly imposing, and between either side of the room ran a glass door that led to her balcony. It was closed, and the flickering lights of the city sprawled out to the coast, where they stopped so suddenly that one might have suspected they were at the end of the world. <br><br>She all but collapsed into her immense leather chair with a long exhalation. She didn’t notice the missive on her silver letter tray until she’d taken a very long moment to simply do nothing. She picked it up once it caught her attention, and cracked the burgundy seal. <br><br>It took only a brief scan. She’d long since recognised that any letters from the other half of her marital disaster would be short and, at best, polite. <br><br>She tossed it back into the tray and leaned her head back to close her eyes. Sleep wasn’t going to come. She could feel it resisting her, drifting somewhere at the edge of fresh memories. <br><br>Six men. A long road. The exhaustion of the public mask. Repeatedly twisting the knife in deeper with the ever-repeated question of, ‘Any news of the Empress?’. It was a knife she’d slotted between her own ribs, a knife she might as well have forged herself, wrapped the handle with leather and brought it to sheath in her flesh. <br><br>The Royal contingent passing down the road. Blue tunics over grey chain mail. The rhythmic repetition of hooves over dirt tracks turns to one single thrumming sound that never seems to end. The ripple of fabric draped from horses’ quarters, the clank of armour’s struggle with gravity. In the middle of it all, the Imperial carriage. The Empress’ bower. Her protected comfort that ensured her security from Evendale to Endarion. <br><br>Security broken. <br><br><em>The safe wrapping of a leather glove around the haft of a bow, the punctuated creak of bent yew limbs and complaining cow hide. Seven archers on a hill. The strained pinch of a hand at the feathered tip of an arrow shaft. <br>Weak at the throat. Aim for the throat. </em><br><br>She started out of her half-dream with a tiny gasp and the sudden straightening of her spine. Her hands shifted along the arms of her chair and gripped at the tips, nails digging into the plumped upholstery.<br><br>Sleep apparently wasn't going to come to her, even in a doze. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Travaius</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 18:45:09</strong>
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				Thomas sighed as he watched the Duchess move out of the throne room and down the hall. He was not sure what to do. She seemed to be stressed and he had no idea what was going on with her. As much as he knew that they should remain separate, at the very least for the propriety of nobility and to remain above rumors for the sake of her marriage, he found himself following her slowly. <br><br>His eyes looked back and scanned the throne room for a moment, trying to ensure that no one was watching him. Slipping out of the room, he looked up and down the hall, trying to decide where she would run off to. Smiling, he tried to remember where her administrative area was. <br><br>His hand ran over the wall, a smile on his face as he felt the rock, headed towards the advisors area. He hummed softly to himself, thinking about all the things that were going on in the palace. It was good that Tanpari would finally band together, it was a shame that it took something this large to do it, but he would take his victories where he could. In his own mind, he put the blame on foreigners, people who were allowed to traipse all over the country without so much as a challenge, reporting back to their own countries with information. <br><br>He was brought out of his thoughts as he found that he was outside her office door. Not being sure what to do, even at this point, he hesitate, staring at the door. Shaking his head, he knocked on the door lightly, deciding that if she wanted him gone, she could just as easily tell him to leave as he not have taken the chance. <br><br>“Advisor? It’s Viscount Antwood.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Etherwood</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 18:50:46</strong>
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				Mereavus was indeed rather stressed. Conflicting emotions tended to wreak havoc on her system. At the knock to her door, she looked up at it. Thomas. She did want to be alone, but she reasoned being anti-social was hardly going to help the situation. <br><br>"Come." <br><br>And one of her guards would open the door for him. She'd opened the balcony window despite the cool breeze, and glanced up from her thoughts once Thomas entered and the door had closed. <br><br>"Yes, Viscount?" <br><br>She had no idea what he wanted - she wasn't going to discuss much about the whole thing, likely. She had barely digested it all. Despite her involvement, the reality was keen; her best friend was gone. And she hadn't had the time to properly look it in the face and know it for what it was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 18:54:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lilith spoke with the Lieutenant leading yet another search party that came back without news. She sighed heavily, ordering him to go get a few hours of rest before heading back out. This day was starting to be like the last, with nothing good to report.<br><br>She started pacing on the wall, when one of her guards said and some of the military officers had been requested in the war room. She nodded at him and headed back to the castle. She was wondering if the Emperor was going to take the search effort into his own hands.<br><br>When she got to the room, she knocked on the door. Hearing no response, she opened it and went inside. Seeing Ysena there, alone, with her head on the table, she first thought she was asleep. She came up to her, but the Imperial Captain seemed more passed out than asleep. Concerned, she shook her head, trying to wake her up. "Ysena? Are you alright?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Travaius</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 19:17:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thomas nodded to the guard as he walked into the room. His eyes immediately went over the walls, smiling as he did so. Looking over at her, he bowed his head for a moment, then looked up, his eyes running over her face as he did so. Trying to figure out first and foremost if she was ok, and secondly, what was wrong if she wasn’t. <br><br>“Duchess you left rather abruptly and I just wanted to make sure that you were not ill or otherwise afflicted. If you consider this an intrusion, feel free to tell me to leave, but I was concerned that you might need something.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Etherwood</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 21:15:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mereavus made a vague sort of gesture and shrugged her shoulders. <br><br>"I'm fine, Viscount," she answered. "Just tired and hoping this mess will resolve itself soon enough." <br><br>She made another gesture towards the other chair in the room and leaned back into her own. <br><br>"I would say I could do with some more wine, but I suspect being drunk for the remainder of the day isn't going to help anything." <br><br>Indeed not - it wasn't about to undo what she'd done, and she wasn't about to ask it to, either. As much as it pained her, she didn't regret it - she'd come too close to her own destruction, and she'd been betrayed. It had to be done, no matter how she felt about it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Travaius</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 21:40:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Taking a step towards her, he stopped and looked around the room. Moving over to the wall, he leaned his back against it, nodding at her. Sighing as his eyes turned to the door, he smiled as he looked back at her.<br><br>“You have done all that could be expected of you. You have tried to patch up things between the nobles, calmed the king, and even possibly allowed imperial guards on non-imperial land. I am not sure what more you expect to do during the day, but I am not sure it can be done. Every Tanparin is searching for her, nothing more can be achieved by you making yourself sick with stress. If a few glasses of wine will solve that, then I think that is best.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Etherwood</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 21:46:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mereavus arched a brow at the mention of permitting Imperial troops elsewhere - never, they only ever worked on Tanperian soil and that was the law. The land that each noble had to their name was only there as a gift from the Emperor, not in their own right. It had been given and it could be taken away. <br><br>"Emperor," she reminded him. "We haven't had a King in centuries. All of our land is Imperial. You know that. But that's entirely the problem. I can do no more but wait. And it's maddening." <br><br>Maddening indeed. Hopefully they'd either find the Empress dead or they'd just stop looking sometime soon. That'd stop the obsession.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 22:24:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Rest is indeed a good idea now that I've returned home."&nbsp; &nbsp;The Crown Prince agreed, unbuckling his sword belt and wrapping it around the scabbard before turning his back slightly toward his Princess.&nbsp; &nbsp; "A bit of help with the armor, dearest?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 22:36:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"of course" I said standing up and moving so I was directly behind him. With nible fingers I unbucked the buckels hold the armor around him. with the task finished I returned to my seat un sure of what else to do. Picking at the hem of my dress I though about the morning and what else I need to do today. I still needed to send out the letters to my father and the overseers of my own property to make sure search parties were sent out with haste, I had little else I needed to do other then that. With a dismissive though I turned my attentions back to my husband. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 22:59:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shrugged first one shoulder then the other after he got the armor off.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I'm going to take a bath."&nbsp; &nbsp;He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.&nbsp; "I'll be back in a little bit."&nbsp; &nbsp;He then vanished from the study to their dressing room, finding that a bath had already been drawn and waiting.&nbsp; &nbsp;With a sigh, he finished stripping then settled into the warm water.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 23:11:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I crossed the study to my desk a danty little thing that was more for show then use it looked like. Finding paper ink and a quill I went to work writting first a letter to my father requesting his help in searching his lands then finishing that and sealing it with a drop of maroon wax and a press of my seal I started to work on the letter to my overseer outlining what I wanted done in detail. If there was even the slightest chance the Empress was in the lands I held she would be found. Feeling better now that the letters were finished I summoned a servent to have them sent by runner as soon as possable. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 23:54:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He took a long and luxurious bath, enjoying every steaming second of it.&nbsp; When the water cooled enough, and he felt clean enough, he climbed out of the water and wrapped a towel around his waist.&nbsp; &nbsp;He frowned as he looked through the wardrobe for something suitable to wear.&nbsp; Not finding what he was looking for, he returned to the bed chamber.&nbsp; "Have you seen my crimson tunic?"&nbsp; He asked, wearing only a towel and his dignity.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 00:27:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ysena did not stir, her body although not appearing lifeless, was not far off. As Lilith attempted to move her Ysena convulsed in coughs, a green fluid laced in the beads of flegm that Ysena was coughing onto the table. Her body was overheating but looked as if it was frozen. A fist clenched tightly spasmed, a indication that she was still fighting whatever it was that was ailing her. It did not take a master herbalist to figure out that it wasn't fatigue that was weakening the Captain, Ysena had been poisoned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 00:42:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lilith was horrified to see the state Ysena was in. She leaned above the Imperial Captain and put her hands on her shoulders, still stunned at the implications of her situation. "Ysena.... No...." she whispered. Then, she sprung into action. Lilith went into the hallway and shouted out for the nearest guards. Soon, two guards came running, asking what was happening. "You, guard this door, don't let anyone enter!" Then, pointing at the other "You, go sound the alarm! We may have a traitor here, someone poisoned Ysena. Make sure everyone learns of it, and do not let anybody leave the castle. Station a guard outside every noble's quarters. Go!"<br><br>The guard ran to the front entrance and warned others, and soon enough, the whole palace was abuzz as the Castle Guard locked down every entrance. Guards went to find the nobles and other members of the Royal family, warning them all of what had happened, and that the Castle was on lock down.<br><br>Meanwhile, Lilith ran to get the healer, bringing him to see Ysena, worrying about her friend's well being.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 01:14:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"no I have not." I said in reponce moments before a guard knocked on the door to announce the lock down of the castle due to a poisoning of Ysena. I gasped in horror to think of someone harming another so close and with so many others around. "Why would someone be doing this?" I asked to no one in particular as I sat down and tried in vain to calm myself, maybe I was naive but I just didn't understand the cruelties of the world.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 01:15:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know, just yet."&nbsp; &nbsp; He told her, reaching out to take her hand and give it a light squeeze.&nbsp; &nbsp; He then leaned over and kissed her firmly on the lips.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I think that I've been neglecting my husbandly duties of late, my love."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 01:23:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"maybe a bit." I said playfully smiling lightly focusing again on my husband and banishing thoughs of a cruel world from my mind. With a playful smile I lean up and kissed him again running my hand over his shoulder and curving my arm around his neck playing my fingertips through the hair at the base of his neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Travaius</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 01:46:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“I have no doubt that she will be found, in what condition I do not know. I am not clairvoyant, although I wish I was sometimes. We can not hope to know how she is, or whether she is alive or dead. All we can now for the time being is she is being looked for by the best in the land. I have no doubt that she will be found sooner or later. I don’t know why you are putting yourself into such a state. Nothing we do now can possibly change what has happened. Now, would it be inappropriate if I came closer to you? I really don’t feel like being stabbed today, my last round of wounds are barely done healing.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Etherwood</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 02:15:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mereavus waved a hand negligently at the question. "I won't stab you," she answered. "I put myself in this state because she is, or was, whichever, my best friend. She has been for fifteen years. That doesn't just go away because she's gone, and it doesn't comfort me any to know there's nothing more I can do." <br><br>Half-true. She'd done it, it wasn't as though she could comfort herself that the Empress might just be all right. She knew she was wrapped in reeds at the bottom of a lake, she knew perfectly well she wasn't coming home alive. <br><br>He didn't understand, and she was sure he didn't have the capacity to, either. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Travaius</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 02:50:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Moving away from the wall, he smiled as he moved over towards her. Taking a seat across from her, he took off his sword, laying on the floor next to him. He leaned forward, trying to catch her eyes as he did so. Running his hand through his hair for a moment, he relaxed and sighed.<br><br>“I am not sure how to react to that. I have trained myself to lose people since I got concerned with security. If anyone were to fall in a battle, you can’t allow their loss to effect you. Maybe I am not the best person to talk to you about this. I look at the world a little differently, I always move forward. If I were to look back at everything that has happened, I am not sure that I would be able to function. It’s a gift and a curse.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Etherwood</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 03:19:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mereavus flicked her eyes to him and little more. <br><br>"I always move forward," she answered. Really, it was just assuming that because she felt a certain way, she'd let it stop her. He really did perceive her as too much of a woman. "I am accustomed to loss. I will keep moving. But that doesn't mean I'll stop feeling, or that I'll recover. My feelings do not come between me and necessity." <br><br>Neither would they ever - she'd already displayed that much. She rose and went over to her wine cabinet, removing a decanter of red from it and glancing up. "Wine?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Travaius</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 03:58:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Having watched her eyes, he knew that something he had said didn’t sit right with her. He had waited for her to tell him to leave, that she no longer wanted his company. It’s not like he could argue, she was higher ranking, and he had no place in the palace like she did. He would have to leave the grounds and go to his friend’s residence. When she offered wine, he smiled and nodded slowly.<br><br>“A little wine never hurt, I would gladly share some with you.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Entrails of a Stronghold (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 00:50:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Elle."&nbsp; &nbsp;The Crown Prince whispered as her fingers danced along his skin.&nbsp; "I missed you more than you might know."&nbsp; His hands slid along her body, loosening the fastenings to her dress.&nbsp; His fingers sought out her bare skin, caressing the soft flesh with gentle love and affection.&nbsp; &nbsp; He ever so delicately stripped her of her clothes, leaving them in a pile at her feet even as his lips went from tasting her own lips to exploration of her succulent body.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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