The Voyage of the Maiden on the Crimson Dawn [Caeli/Iressi]
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				Title: <strong>The Voyage of the Maiden on the Crimson Dawn [Caeli/Iressi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosmic Latte</strong> on <strong>19-04-2009, 05:00:44</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs27/i/2008/086/9/c/Steampunk_flight_by_zimfin.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>The Voyage of the Madien on the Crimson Dawn</strong></div><br>It was the first day of Brightmoon, the beginning of spring on the world of Caelias at least speak as the native Caelians call it. You see unlike our world, Caelias is a gas giant far larger than our own home, the only reasons humans can even be found here is because of a event in their history known as the Great Exodus that marks the beginning of human history on this giant world. Humankind lives on small islands that float in the sky, which have become home to large kingdoms, and city-states. Bitra, home to the first democratic government on Caelias. Here in the capital city of Bretalias, named after the first Lord Senator, is where out story takes place.<br><br>For the last few years the Duke of Toren, one of the largest noble families within the republic, has been trying to marry his daughter off the beautiful, Faye Devereaux of Toren thus far all attempts to do so has failed utterly. Laris, her father has been preparing to retire from the life of the nobility, and enter into politics as a Senator. However he cannot have any children yet unmarried, and do so creating a grave problem for himself. For the last few hundred years almost all of the Lord Senators have been from the Toren family, something that Laris would like to continue, but if he doesn't enter into the political arena soon his hopes will be burned like dry kindling in a fire.<br><br>Laris has been speaking with the current Lord Senator, a man from the second most important family in the republic, Duke Marvios el Tangos, the Tangos family focusing on trade with their neighbors where as the Toren family has long had the largest mining operations of Phylonis Crystals (or Spellshards as they are sometimes called) which power not only Bitra, but all of the human nations on Caelias. The reason for the law is simple, the Senate has great power, and having unmarried children before entering would result in arranged marriages for power, something very much against the Codex Ethicadias, the code of ethics for the Church of the Enlightened (also called Enlightenists) which is at the heart of Bitrainain law, and morals. <br><br>However this wasn't always so, there was a time before the rise of the Codex Ethicadias, a time Laris remembers quite well. The Dragon Wars, which was a horrible series of battles between Britra, and The Grand Empire of Fazhou which was expanding into the Middleday (the middle level of Caelias). The war was horrible, but in the end Britra was able to hold their own thanks to the growing Skyknights and the navy of Britra. This is where Boranel Holdencrast, was born, as was Faye during the years of the Dragon Wars. Boranel was the captain of the Crimson Dawn, one of the fastest ships in the navy during the war. <br><br>Boranel, was a tall well built man with long brown hair that never seemed to cooperate, his face was tall and thin, with thin frown lines around his mouth, and lines around his eyes though he was still very young, he lied about his age to get into the navy, getting his first ship when he was only 18, now the war was over, and he manged to get the ship out of the whole deal. Now at 24 he was one of the best private sailor in Britas, and Laris helped rebuild the nation making his noble house one of the most important. Though they didn't talk much now, they were still good friends.<br><br>Today on the first day of spring Laris, Boranel, and the Lord Senator coming up with a agreement, so long as she picks a husband when she returns the Lord Senator will make a exception to the law so long as the unmarried child is not on the main islands of Britas. Today was the first day of this agreement, and Boranel was nervous, he had never had a woman on his ship, and he had heard a number of rumors about her beauty. Though to a outside observer he was calm, cool, and collected. Maybe even a little cocky, he found himself waiting in the large lavish estate of the Toren family, waiting for the woman he would have to keep around his ship for the next few months.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Voyage of the Madien on the Crimson Dawn [Caeli/Iressi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 12:13:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/25/Faye.png)</div>"Miss...!"<br><br>Footsteps, faint at first, getting louder as the maids followed their charge from her room. Each maid (there were two) carried a different item in her arms; the older, a young woman around Faye's age, was holding a frothy white dress of tulle, organza, and satin, the kind of summer dress appropriate for noble young misses to wear in the daytime. The other maid, a few years younger, clutched a pair of delicate-looking shoes in her hands - a far cry from the knee-high black boots, laced tightly around muscular calves, her charge was currently wearing.<br><br>"Miss, you can't go out to meet someone looking like Master Thom!"<br><br>"My brother?" Faye stopped and turned suddenly, making the two girls following bump into each other as they tried to keep themselves from walking into her. She grinned mischievously; the two tried to hide it, but they both winced noticeably when they saw that sparkle in her eyes.<br><br>"My brother is a rising talent in the political field, and he is skilled at everything that a gentleman of his rank and age should be skilled at. He has no glaring weaknesses, no vices that will bankrupt the estate or dishonor the family name; even the most critical of the old codgers in the Senate agree that Thom will be a force to watch for in the future. Why shouldn't I go out looking like my brother?"<br><br>Faye's eyes, a startling, vibrant violet, glinted in amusement as she smiled sunnily to the two servants, who didn't look pleased at her line of reasoning.<br><br>"B-because it's not proper, my lady..." One of the girls ventured timidly.<br><br>The young woman tilted her head to the side, pouting thoughtfully. "Well, I suppose that might matter if I was actually going to meet someone official, that Papa needed to speak to about political things... but this is going to meet the captain of the Crimson Dawn!" Her excitement was palpable as she grabbed a black beret and twirled in her heeled boots before settling it jauntily over hair. Lovely, long hair, usually flowing in loose waves down her back, that was for the moment tied high in a horsetail at the top of her head. <br><br>"See? With a cap to hide some of my face, I'm sure I could pass for Thom's younger brother. Well, the captain already knows that I'm a girl, but... Don't you think I look absolutely dashing?" Faye asked breathlessly, flouncing forward a few steps so she could admire herself in the hall mirror.<br><br>With the cap fitted firmly on her head, she could pass for a boy.<br><br>Well, a very pretty boy. And no boy had such a soft bottom (firm though it was from horseback riding), or a rounded jawline. And few boys had such a gentle, feminine voice, breathy and soft and dreamy all at once.<br><br>She could pass for a boy if the man looking at her was drunk.<br><br>Dead drunk.<br><br>The maids didn't say as much, but the looks on their faces said it all. Such was the scene that Laris Devereaux walked into not even moments later. "Faye?"<br><br>She turned, hearing his voice, and leaped into his arms, hugging her father tightly. It was a rare occasion that she could spend time with him; with all the preparations of his inauguration as the next Lord Senator of Bitra, he spent most of his time, these days at the Hall of the Senate. Even Thom, who normally spoiled his younger sister endlessly, was at the moment taking care of estate affairs in their country home. Unfortunately, he would not be back in time to see her off, though he had promised to visit her when he was at one of the other countries along the Crimson Dawn's journey, doing business.<br><br>"My dear, is that what you'll be wearing to go meet with Boranel?" Laris asked, his voice slightly pained as he took in her outfit. It wasn't a new outfit; rather, it was her 'usual gear' when she went to explore the shipyards. It definitely wasn't a well-bred young noblewoman's standard choice of clothing.<br><br>He was quite proud of her, he truly was; she'd taken to industrial academics like a bird to the sky, and had become quite fascinated with airships and their inner workings. Thom had even gone so far as to take him with her to his university classes, which he was a tutor for; as a result, Faye also had absorbed material from introductory classes on crystal and tesla mechanics. Not the usual fare for wellborn children, but Faye had enjoyed the classes immensely, and Laris had never had the heart to deny his only daughter what she wanted.<br><br>Laris was an aging man, but still no less sharper than he had been when his son and daughter had been born. Now, his jet-black hair had white stripes edging in past his temples, giving him the fierce appearance of some genius mechanic. He looked nothing like a future Lord Senator, dressed casually as he was; but there was no doubt that he was a powerful man. He wore it like a cloak on his shoulders - no need for watches, gears, and jewelry and baubles to prove his wealth and rank.<br><br>At her father's question, Faye glanced down at her body, then back up at him, critically. "Is there something wrong with my outfit?" She demanded.<br><br>Most girls her age wouldn't be caught dead in the clothes she currently sported, but Faye seemed oblivious to that sort of reasoning. The sturdy black leather shorts were quite fitted and showed her lean body to full advantage; even better (or worse, in the maids' opinions), it hugged her bottom and showed an expanse of thigh that would be scandalous, if she had not a pair of sheer black stockings on underneath her boots. And even then, the stockings only served to highlight her femininity, not the opposite.<br><br>Perhaps not so helpful, in that regard.<br><br>Higher up, a wide, serviceable leather belt stretched over her hips securely. Above, black leather corset wrapped around her torso and chest, drawing the eyes along the swell of her hips and the gentle dip of her waist. A serviceable white blouse finished off her outfit.<br><br>All in all, none of the items individually did anything for her body individually, except perhaps the corset, which was completely unadorned and unornamented. But together... well, Faye was a pretty girl. It would be a cold-blooded man who could look at her without scanning her figure and admiring her youthful, lithe body.<br><br>The Duke of Toren took in all of his precious baby girl, trying not to sigh at Faye's naivete. He hoped that Boranel would teach her some practicality and realism, and also hoped that his old friend had the patience to protect her from those who might prey on her relative innocence. Faye had just enough spunk and passion in her to try anything, just once.<br><br>"No, there is nothing wrong. Shall we go?"<br><br>Close as the airfield was, a carriage was not too necessary; the duke and his daughter rode on a matching set of grays to meet the esteemed captain of the Crimson Dawn. They stabled their horses, then strode out into wide expanse of gravel and grass, where airships coming in from other regions of Bitra as well as from farther beyond could land and dock.<br><br>Seeing the man who would be taking her under his wing for the next several months, a bout of shyness suddenly gripped Faye; she stared unabashedly from behind her father as the two friends began talking, but remained silent, unsure of how she should best act in front of the wordly, handsome stranger shaking hands with the duke.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Voyage of the Maiden on the Crimson Dawn [Caeli/Iressi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cosmic Latte</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 18:24:38</strong>
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				Boranel couldn't help but sigh as he stood their with his first mate, Thrommel. Boranel looked over at him with a slight smirk, "Maybe we can take turns with her, you know..." He gave out a laugh at this, though Thrommel stood there silently shaking his head seemingly annoyed at the joke. Thrommel unlike Boranel was not funny, and in fact was almost always serious. He was shorter than Boranel with graying hair, mustache, and a short beard. He not only had frown lines, but more lines on top of them adding to his scared, and weather beaten face. To some it might look like they hated, or at least disliked each other, but their relationship was a deep one. Thrommel never laughed at his jokes, but was more loyal than anyone else on the Crimson Dawn. <br><br>They both wore black with a small green pin that denoted that they were in service for the Lord Senator of Bitra, Boranel had on a large black coat with small gold buttons on it, he had two bandoleers and a belt filled to the brim with various things from daggers, to crystal vials. Though more impressive was a beautiful saber that was on his belt, just looking at the pommel, and hilt showed the craftsmanship that had to have gone into it. His pants were simple enough, as were his brown boots though his boots were supposed to be black, they just have seen so much mud that they are brown most of the time. To top it all off was a large tricorn hat with beautiful exotic feathers in them kept in place with another crest for Bitra (a shield with a eagle, and a scroll).<br><br>What was odd about Boranel is that he refused to use Smokepowder weapons in personal combat, though he did enjoy using cannons on his ship. Thrommel on the other hand is not only was he the First Mate, but he was also the chief engineer for the Crimson Dawn. His long coat is simpler than the captains, but far deadlier. Inside of the coat was six holsters for pistols, and he carried two more on his belt. Slung around his shoulder was a large rifle with a beautiful scope made of gold.<br><br>The two men talked for a short time as they waited for their guest to arrive. Looking around the city, which in itself was a marvel. A collection of small islands brought together with massive bridges, each bridge was packed with large apartments, and stores as was the rest of the city. The Skydock was near the Emerald Ward, where most of the nobility and the smaller middle class bought goods, he could see a man by a new hat trading him a scroll for it. While gold, and silver were traded for smaller purchases in the world of Caelias stories were worth far more.<br><br>Long ago before the rise of the current nations the Great Library was created a place where stories could be brought, and stored. However the Great Library was sacked when Ghurla the Deathless tried to find the means to achieve immortality which he thought was in the Library, in those blessed days the stories were free. However after that time a new Great Library was created, and soon stories were bought, traded, and sold. This was done to form a large army to protect the Library, and thus the modern economy of Caelias was born. Stories new, and old are treasured, the words themselves have worth. So they can be traded into gold, and other wealth, most often in the form of a scroll of the story, with a seal from the Great Library. If they wanted the Great Library could likely take over the world with its army, but its neutral in all things. Wanting to gain as much of the worlds knowledge as possible.<br><br>Finally the Duke arrived, and after a short greeting Boranel turned to Faye with a warm, charming smile, "Well hello there! Welcome to my ship, the Crimson Dawn. 50 brave souls keep this ship above the Night (the deepest, darkest part of the world), and have made it famous. If you like I can show you around, or we can settle you in one of our cabins." He was being nice to her, though she could tell it was a act. He didn't really want her on board his ship. <br><br>The ship itself was red, like the red one might see in a sunrise which wasn't paint, but was from the wood that was used in making the ship. She saw cannons on the deck itself, and holes for more cannons on the sides of the ship, The sails of the ship were painted the same red color as the wood. At the front of the ship was a large metal blade used for ramming into other ships, and in the back she saw the large engine&nbsp; that made everything work, Thrommel nodded his head towards Boranel saying, "I am going to get to work." He nodded his head toward Faye, "Ma'am." Then to the Duke, "My lord." Then he left going into the bowels of the ship towards the cacophony of noise, gears, and chains that was the engine. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Voyage of the Maiden on the Crimson Dawn [Caeli/Iressi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caeli</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 10:48:22</strong>
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				Her enthusiasm waned slightly when she saw the captain's fake smile, and his first mate's rather uninspiring stare. The latter clearly felt that she was just going to get in the way; the first, she didn't even know what to think. He seemed... well... grudging on the one hand, but irritated on the other. Irritated, like when you had to take care of a friend's annoying pet dog for a few days, and couldn't do anything while it chewed up your furniture and ruined your favorite shoes.<br><br>It took some effort for Faye not to scowl. If he hadn't wanted her aboard his ship, he simply could have said no, instead of trying to wheedle his way into her father's good graces. There were always these sorts of people about - people who, knowing that Lord Devereaux was in line to become Lord Senator and one of the most influential and powerful in generations, catered to his desires, trying to curry favor with him, his daughter, and his rising star of a son, who looked as if he might follow his father's footsteps in the political sphere. Faye had had enough of dealing with her father's political rivals, and their cronies - it was enough with the normal trickle of offers to dine, dance, and be romanced. Having to fend off questions about her father's plans and assets and scandalous secrets was absolutely ridiculous.<br><br>She almost told this Captain Holdencrast so; her eyes flashing, Faye's mouth had opened when she caught Laris' eye. Seeing the stern warning, she glanced off to the side and closed her jaw with a clicking of teeth.<br><br>"Boranel." Laris stepped forward and clasped the other man's hand. "Thank you for your patience and generosity." Unspoken - <em>you'll need that patience</em>. "Please keep my daughter safe while she's in your care."<br><br>Having walked towards the ship, Faye didn't hear the man's answer. She examined the ship in front of her with critical eyes, but found nothing that she could fault - everything was well worn, but well cared for. The wood and metal on the Crimson Dawn gleamed with polish and weatherproof waxing, and the men striding about looked like seasoned flyers.<br><br>If anything, <em>she</em> was going to be the one out of place on this ship.<br><br>The realization made her bite her lip, and ball up her fists tightly. She <em>wouldn't</em> fall behind. Even if she collapsed from exhaustion each night, she was going to become a proper flyer, and prove this captain and his skeptical first mate wrong. She'd become someone valuable, that they couldn't just dismiss as a useless little princess.<br><br>"My dear?"<br><br>Startled out of her thoughts, Faye turned. Her father was looking at her with the saddest eyes she had ever seen on him. She hadn't been very old when her mother had died; Faye imagined that her father had probably looked much more forlorn when her mother had left this world for the heavens. "Time to go, father."<br><br>Faye wrapped her arms around him tightly, as did Laris around his daughter. One year... how would she ever survive her days without him teasing and joking with her, letting her do as she wanted, even as all the other nobles whispered about her impudence and unladylike manner? He had never scolded when it was unwarranted, and rather than stifle her, had let her visit the academies, shipyards, and industrial factories as she pleased.<br><br>"Don't let those stuff old men turn you into one of them, father," Faye said, trying to be brave.<br><br>Laris grinned and cupped her cheek in one hand. "Don't be too much trouble for Boranel, my dear. Fly safely."<br><br>With that, he turned and strode away without looking back - he didn't think that, seeing her standing besides one of his oldest friends, he would be able to leave without changing his mind and taking her back home with him.<br><br>Faye blinked back hot tears, but took a deep breath and turned to look at the captain. "I know you don't want me aboard. But I'm willing to learn, and work hard. I won't hold you back, if you don't treat me like a child."
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