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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>It's a fine day for a celebration. As one arrives at the castle, they are led inside to the spacious main hall, where tables have been arranged with food for the plucking, and music plays quietly on the side. There are elbows already rubbing as rumors flow like wine.<br> <br>Tarvek steps to the entry of the Banquet hall, with a companion. As they enter, the majordomo announces, "Erbmarkgraf Tarvek Strongheart. Lady Arianna Strongheart." The bull auroch nods, and smiles to his cousin, then looks about the crowds.<br> <br>Arianna has not her armor or weapons around her today, trusting to the good King's security. She makes a slight curtsey when she's announced for the celebration, reaching to pat her enormous cousin's arm and offer, "It should be a good enough day." She begins looking through the crowd for any familiar faces, "I've never liked formal balls, but the ones celebrating a birth always seem more laidback and festive."<br> <br>Kilsa walks in to the royal hall dressed in simple priest robes with heavy chainmail hidden under it. Eight solid brass rings adorn her fingers as she nods to the nearest guard and takes a seat using her keen hearing to pick up on any roomers that she may have missed while doing her priestly duties.<br> <br>Bite walks into the building, wearing her finest of drab dresses. Wanting to look nice she will walk until she is sure she can safely slither. She approaches the forms of seating avaliable, not sitting just yet as evereyone is just arriving. <br> <br>Peril arrived in a rather heavy and unflatteringly loose, dark Surco and pants. Skipping quickly past the majordomo as if trying to avoid being too closely associated with hew own name. The little cat moves toward the nearest gathering of people in the hopes of blending in quickly and hopefully adding a few more names to her little black book of contacts<br> <br>"Did you hear?" "What, impossible!" The whispers are many and varied. One persistent one is that the challenge to locate a new soulgem has been completed, and by a lone person no less. A new noble line would have to be named, if the Good King delivered as promised.<br> <br>Tarvek listens to the rumrs, intrigued a bit. But when he sees the badger priest, he smiles. "Ah, Arianna, here is someone I need you to meet." He makes his way towards Kilsa. "Priestess! It is good to see you again. Kilsa, I would like to present my cousin Arianna. She is looking to follow the priest's path. Arianna, Kilsa."<br> <br>Arianna is leaning in here and there to listen to the different rumors, occasionally smiling and giving a small greeting to someone or other. She occasionally tugs her dress which clings tightly to her over-burdened neckline, shifting it this way and that as if having the fancy thing on itches her somewhat. She looks over to Kilsa and offers a bright smile as Tarvek leads her over, "A pleasure to meet you Priestess."<br> <br>Peril perked her ears and mingled with the gathered nobles placing a few innocent questions on who retrieved the stone and where it was found, encouraging the conversation to flow in the direction that most interested the little cat while she scanned the room for familiar faces.<br> <br>Kilsa grins at the rumors of new soul gems, she spots her favorite snake from across the room but decides to let her play social with the other people she had a free meal to destroy. She looks over the spread and grabs as much fruit as her tiny plate could handle before Tarvek and Arianna approach her. "Its a pleasure to see you both again." She gives a long joyful look at the pair. "You both look beautiful today. Its a pleasure to meet more of the Strongheart's, If you need a priest to help you I would be happy to take you in and teach you the ropes." She smiles wider, "You really are a hardy bunch." She notes the strong frame of the female Strongheart.<br> <br>Bite listens to the rumors with a heavy interest. A noble line? Was that even an offer as part of the soul gem business? She giggles and shakes her head, taking a seat, and upon seeing Kilsa's appitite she smirks, tilting her head and simply taking a plate of meat which she slowly eats, swallowing portions whole when she is certain no one else is looking. As she eats she continues to listen for information from the other guests, this sounds intersting.<br> <br>Apparently, it hasn't yet been announced, but the good money, and bets are exchanging hands, is on the Good King announcing it during the celebration. The lights dim suddenly, and a spotlight descends onto the upper balcony. Subtle fire math, to be certain. A carriage emerges first, followed by the Good King and his wife. For the Good monarchy, the one named heir is always the Good King or Queen, the other is simply the husband or wife. Both are dressed finely and ready for the occasion. You wouldn't even know she just gave birth, though she was likely rounded to start, considering both are hippos. |
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| + | A loud clear voice announces, "The Good King presents Pauline Good, of sound body, mind, and whole of soul." Polite clapping begins immediately, along with scattered cheer from the less refined attendants.<br> <br>Tarvek applauds firmly, though he isn't one of the ones to cheer. As things die down, though, the bull lifts a glass of the wine calls out in his booming bass, "To Princess Pauline! Long life and good health to Her Highness!"<br> <br>Peril raised her hands to clap slowly and softly along with the audience while her gaze continued to drift about the gathered crowd looking for any who might have more information to share. Spotting the massive figure of Tarvek the little cat grinned to herself and excused herself from the surrounding people before beginning to pick her way toward the bull.<br> <br>Bite smiles and claps for the excitement of new royal blood. She would consider cheering if her mouth was not full. 'This is a wonderful development' she thinks to herself.<br> <br>Kilsa smiles and claps before stuffing another fruit in her mouth. "Mmmmm" She smiles from the taste and claps a little harder.<br> <br>"It's all the farm work, walking, and quite a bit of eating." Arianna waves off the hearty bunch compliment from Kilsa with a small blush, hugging her plush frame. Then the King is arriving and she turns in that direction, clapping after the baby is announced, "Three Cheers for the Princess, and Three Cheers for his Majesty! Hip hip...." She's very ebullient, loud and rather happy at the good news.<br> <br>A toast that's easy to get behind. Glasses are raised in kind as the toast is echoed along across the hall and back again and generous libations are shared by the populace. The carriage is drawn to the edge, allowing peeks at the healthy infant within, though she isn't quite ready to address her people yet, she can at least reach at them with little fingers and giggle happily, and that's enough for one day.<br> <br>Peril found her a little short on a glass to join in the toast but paused to join in the cheer none the less before continuing on her way toward the familiar face of the Auroch.<br> <br>Kilsa smiles and doesn't attempt to see the child, "I'm sure they will be big and heathly soon enough." She says to no folk in particular, She begins to eat more of the fruit enjoying some of the different fruit she rarely gets to take in on her meger wages. "Delicious. To Princess Pauline." She holds up an empty glass before refilling it to take a drink after Tarvek's toast. Her eyes can't help but gaze at the two Strongheart's for a moment thinking to herself that such a line is very good for this city.<br> <br>Tarvek lowers the glass and looks at the carriage. He doesn't attempt to go either, as being soulless is still a stigma in the high Nobility. "As long as she lives to the name of her House, I am content," Tarvek says. He smiles to Kilsa amd waves to the approaching miniature feline before whispering something to Arianna. | ||
Revision as of 18:11, 30 August 2012
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30/8/475
Log
It's a fine day for a celebration. As one arrives at the castle, they are led inside to the spacious main hall, where tables have been arranged with food for the plucking, and music plays quietly on the side. There are elbows already rubbing as rumors flow like wine.
Tarvek steps to the entry of the Banquet hall, with a companion. As they enter, the majordomo announces, "Erbmarkgraf Tarvek Strongheart. Lady Arianna Strongheart." The bull auroch nods, and smiles to his cousin, then looks about the crowds.
Arianna has not her armor or weapons around her today, trusting to the good King's security. She makes a slight curtsey when she's announced for the celebration, reaching to pat her enormous cousin's arm and offer, "It should be a good enough day." She begins looking through the crowd for any familiar faces, "I've never liked formal balls, but the ones celebrating a birth always seem more laidback and festive."
Kilsa walks in to the royal hall dressed in simple priest robes with heavy chainmail hidden under it. Eight solid brass rings adorn her fingers as she nods to the nearest guard and takes a seat using her keen hearing to pick up on any roomers that she may have missed while doing her priestly duties.
Bite walks into the building, wearing her finest of drab dresses. Wanting to look nice she will walk until she is sure she can safely slither. She approaches the forms of seating avaliable, not sitting just yet as evereyone is just arriving.
Peril arrived in a rather heavy and unflatteringly loose, dark Surco and pants. Skipping quickly past the majordomo as if trying to avoid being too closely associated with hew own name. The little cat moves toward the nearest gathering of people in the hopes of blending in quickly and hopefully adding a few more names to her little black book of contacts
"Did you hear?" "What, impossible!" The whispers are many and varied. One persistent one is that the challenge to locate a new soulgem has been completed, and by a lone person no less. A new noble line would have to be named, if the Good King delivered as promised.
Tarvek listens to the rumrs, intrigued a bit. But when he sees the badger priest, he smiles. "Ah, Arianna, here is someone I need you to meet." He makes his way towards Kilsa. "Priestess! It is good to see you again. Kilsa, I would like to present my cousin Arianna. She is looking to follow the priest's path. Arianna, Kilsa."
Arianna is leaning in here and there to listen to the different rumors, occasionally smiling and giving a small greeting to someone or other. She occasionally tugs her dress which clings tightly to her over-burdened neckline, shifting it this way and that as if having the fancy thing on itches her somewhat. She looks over to Kilsa and offers a bright smile as Tarvek leads her over, "A pleasure to meet you Priestess."
Peril perked her ears and mingled with the gathered nobles placing a few innocent questions on who retrieved the stone and where it was found, encouraging the conversation to flow in the direction that most interested the little cat while she scanned the room for familiar faces.
Kilsa grins at the rumors of new soul gems, she spots her favorite snake from across the room but decides to let her play social with the other people she had a free meal to destroy. She looks over the spread and grabs as much fruit as her tiny plate could handle before Tarvek and Arianna approach her. "Its a pleasure to see you both again." She gives a long joyful look at the pair. "You both look beautiful today. Its a pleasure to meet more of the Strongheart's, If you need a priest to help you I would be happy to take you in and teach you the ropes." She smiles wider, "You really are a hardy bunch." She notes the strong frame of the female Strongheart.
Bite listens to the rumors with a heavy interest. A noble line? Was that even an offer as part of the soul gem business? She giggles and shakes her head, taking a seat, and upon seeing Kilsa's appitite she smirks, tilting her head and simply taking a plate of meat which she slowly eats, swallowing portions whole when she is certain no one else is looking. As she eats she continues to listen for information from the other guests, this sounds intersting.
Apparently, it hasn't yet been announced, but the good money, and bets are exchanging hands, is on the Good King announcing it during the celebration. The lights dim suddenly, and a spotlight descends onto the upper balcony. Subtle fire math, to be certain. A carriage emerges first, followed by the Good King and his wife. For the Good monarchy, the one named heir is always the Good King or Queen, the other is simply the husband or wife. Both are dressed finely and ready for the occasion. You wouldn't even know she just gave birth, though she was likely rounded to start, considering both are hippos.
A loud clear voice announces, "The Good King presents Pauline Good, of sound body, mind, and whole of soul." Polite clapping begins immediately, along with scattered cheer from the less refined attendants.
Tarvek applauds firmly, though he isn't one of the ones to cheer. As things die down, though, the bull lifts a glass of the wine calls out in his booming bass, "To Princess Pauline! Long life and good health to Her Highness!"
Peril raised her hands to clap slowly and softly along with the audience while her gaze continued to drift about the gathered crowd looking for any who might have more information to share. Spotting the massive figure of Tarvek the little cat grinned to herself and excused herself from the surrounding people before beginning to pick her way toward the bull.
Bite smiles and claps for the excitement of new royal blood. She would consider cheering if her mouth was not full. 'This is a wonderful development' she thinks to herself.
Kilsa smiles and claps before stuffing another fruit in her mouth. "Mmmmm" She smiles from the taste and claps a little harder.
"It's all the farm work, walking, and quite a bit of eating." Arianna waves off the hearty bunch compliment from Kilsa with a small blush, hugging her plush frame. Then the King is arriving and she turns in that direction, clapping after the baby is announced, "Three Cheers for the Princess, and Three Cheers for his Majesty! Hip hip...." She's very ebullient, loud and rather happy at the good news.
A toast that's easy to get behind. Glasses are raised in kind as the toast is echoed along across the hall and back again and generous libations are shared by the populace. The carriage is drawn to the edge, allowing peeks at the healthy infant within, though she isn't quite ready to address her people yet, she can at least reach at them with little fingers and giggle happily, and that's enough for one day.
Peril found her a little short on a glass to join in the toast but paused to join in the cheer none the less before continuing on her way toward the familiar face of the Auroch.
Kilsa smiles and doesn't attempt to see the child, "I'm sure they will be big and heathly soon enough." She says to no folk in particular, She begins to eat more of the fruit enjoying some of the different fruit she rarely gets to take in on her meger wages. "Delicious. To Princess Pauline." She holds up an empty glass before refilling it to take a drink after Tarvek's toast. Her eyes can't help but gaze at the two Strongheart's for a moment thinking to herself that such a line is very good for this city.
Tarvek lowers the glass and looks at the carriage. He doesn't attempt to go either, as being soulless is still a stigma in the high Nobility. "As long as she lives to the name of her House, I am content," Tarvek says. He smiles to Kilsa amd waves to the approaching miniature feline before whispering something to Arianna.
