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Jonny D Buelle
The Warlords Legion
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Posted - 2016.01.18 14:37:00 -
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...The Cauti Fortress...
Night had fallen on the land, and the battlefield lay quiet. No attack had been had on this fort as of late, though they all stood ready, for what, they did not know.
As the sun faded over the horizon, and the new moon rose, a small band of dark shadows crossed from the Paric camp, the occasional emerald green shine could be seen as they passed near the lights. The shadows moved swiftly and silently, being careful not to make a sound, moving unnoticed as they approached the mammoth walls of the fort. Soon the shadows were hidden against the wall, the faint green light shining breifly as they looked up towards the battlements.
Moments later, a small shadow starts scaling the stone wall, using the faults in the masonry as footings. Higher and higher, the shadow climbed, getting closer to the top. As it neared the top, it struck out through a gap in the battlements, slaying a Cauti guard on patrol. A toss of a rope and a whistle later, and the other shadows climbed the wall.
Throughout the night, the shadows danced throughout the fort, slaying all they could see. From the battlements to the quarters, not a single Cauti was spared. The shrieks and groans and cries of the dead and dying were heard well into the dawn, when the gares fell open, and the shadows disappeared.
Two of the shadows, still lingered. They carried one survivor, the ruler of the fort, a general in the Cauti army. One who survived and watched his friends die by shadows.
Director of T-W-L
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Posted - 2016.01.18 23:33:00 -
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Vadir spoke greatly of Miron's accomplishments in the recent siege and brought him before his father in the Keep of the newly liberated fortress, accompanied also by knights from Howe that had served alongside him previously, and all attested to his prowess. Vadir himself stated that had he the authority he'd have knighted him atop the walls, which is the reason he brought him before Coenwulf. All but Miron and Vadir were dismissed while Coenwulf made his decision.
"I saw your bravery in the face of the enemy from the camp Miron. You're a fearsome warrior indeed, though a knighthood is not something to be given out lightly" he then looked his son in the eye "You truly believe he is worthy?"
Vadir matched his father's steely gaze and spoke with confidence "More worthy than many who have received the honour."
"Very well" Coenwulf gave a nod and stood infront of Miron, who had been kneeling before him, and struck his left shoulder with a closed fist. "Miron, son of Sevlod, you are now a knight of the Osmar. When this war is over you may commission a coat of arms, were it with pride. "
Miron's voice rumbled out as he rose, towering over both Coenwulf and Vadir "I am honoured My Lord"
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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sir RAVEN WING
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Posted - 2016.01.18 23:56:00 -
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General Izna had been stationed at the fort only a few days before and now he was having nightmares that shaded figures were killing his men, but something was off. It didn't seem like a nightmare and Izna had been grabbed by the odd person before be restrained and dragged away. Now he was starting to understand, these were actual people and there was no nightmare. The moaning of the dying was real and not a sound being remembered from the years he had fought on the battlefields of various wars. He could not quite tell who was taking him away, they didn't seem like the Osmar the fort had previously defeated. He noticed something, one of them wore the iconic titanium weave robes of the Creed.
"W-who are you? Where are you taking me?" Izna was still drowsy, and honestly horrified.
The figures remained silent.
"I demand you tell me!" He struggled to get away.
"You are not in the position to be demanding anything, are you?" One laughed. "Now silent." His voice suddenly changed tones from cheery to gloomy.
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"I respectfully disagree with your face, my shotty will fix it." - Fear_Gore
Rainbow Six Siege.
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Posted - 2016.01.19 00:44:00 -
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...... On the Southern Seas
Of the many aspects of Mur culture that are alien to the outsiders perhaps the most alien is how the Mur view the oceans of the world. Unlike those they call the Landborn or even Shorewalkers the oceans are not simply a vastness of salt water but instead a plane upon which they can commune with their Gods.
Kalya of the Whorl above in the blue heavens, M'kke in the winds, below slumbers Lao Lahuna of the Whorl in pitch darkness, while raging across the world writhes Vinnetir, all of which lie below the star where Rohe and Hina circle around each other endlessly. It is in these aspects of nature the Mur can see their Gods. M'kke when the wind blows, Vinnetir when the seas heave.
Tammari'sen had now witnessed the fury of her God twice.
Mere days after Man'tiel and the Shalvyian woman had left for the North Tal-Man the Southern Coasts of the Giant Nation was rocked by violent storms and swells of such impetus that the three great warships from their moorings and cast them out onto the open oceans to be subject to the full ire of the elements.
The oceans became monstrous beyond her eyes. The skies burst open as Kalya wept for the children we would lose and M'kke screamed her defiance at the stormfront as squalls that clashed with the dark clouds overhead. Even the normally taciturn Lao Lahuna stirred in the inky fathoms of the Depths opening passages to him realm in the oceans boiling surface and all the while it seemed as though Vinnetir himself had walked amongst them lashing their ships with sleeting rains and striking their masts with bolts of lightning.
After a mere hour the Squall, a three masted vessel the like which the world would never see again it all its days, foundered upon the precipice of a great whirlpool nearly half a mile across. It's hull wailed in despair before it too was dragged into the Deeps and dashed against the ocean floor. In that moment Tammari'sen had seen the arm of Lao Lahuna made manifest as the roiling waves as they wrapped themselves around the ship casting Mur from the decks and snapping the keel in twain.
Days later after a period of calmness the fleet was beset again by unrelenting winds and tides. Here it was that the two storm systems clashed and in the sight of Gods warring against one another the crew the Brinicle were gripped by the madness of the ocean and mutinied turning their weapons against the Maelstrom and engaging them in combat. While the both ships had survived the combat the crew of the Maelstrom had not fared so well and would have perished had she not turned her Authorities upon the mutineer's and scattered their constituent atoms to the winds.
What had happened to the fourth and final ship in the fleet none knew for it had vanished from the horizon days passed in a haze and had not been heard from since. By the time Tammari'sen had brought the Maelstrom back to harbour they would hear that the Brinicle had escaped and sailed east and was reaving a path along the Paric coasts.
By the time the Maelstrom made its way back into the harbour it looked more like a ship of ghosts than mortals with tattered sails, rigging flying like festival streamers in the wind, and hull scorched and blackened by cannon fire and lightning strikes.
Hundreds if not thousands of were drowned and the survivors cowed into shocked silence waiting for Man'tiel and Shuri'den'shalvys to return.
"That means Sir Isaac Newton is the deadliest son-of-a-bitch in space."
- Unnamed Gunnery Chief, The Citadel
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Posted - 2016.01.20 23:18:00 -
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......... In the Skadian Isles
Adelya stood before the Coral Throne, concealed within the aperture of the grand conch that mantled the city of Errecist, clad in the scaled plate segments of the Murguard enjoying the cool touch of steel upon her skin rather than that horrid Maera. Before her had come two representatives of her people. The artificers whose expertise had produced the first Fabricae, arcane tools that had formerly only been capable of simple tasks, and a representative of the Navy.
One had brought terrible news from the continent while the other perhaps the greatest in terms of the Murfolk's modern achievements.
"And so only the Maelstrom remains in the sound Seneschal." The Naval Officer repeat for a second time. "The rest have been lost or turned to piracy. We must do something to prevent such a disaster again lest the other nations see this as a weakness."
"I am well aware of this Captain but you offer me no solutions at this time." Replied Adelya barely bothering to look up from the blade of her axe. Politics bored her to death and she'd much rather have been drilling soldiers. However Shuri'den had trusted her to lead their nation in her absence.
"Tell me more of this discovered Enala. This engineering you speak of." She continued turning to the artificer.
"With pleasure your.... um.... Seneschal-ship. Before I begin you have to understand the premise behind the technology. Since their discovery we have relied on Shapers to provide us with their talents in the development of our society. This has placed a great burden upon them as their Authorities have been called upon in ever increasingly more complex sequences to achieve our needs. The Fabricae we're initially designed to simplify these processed by reducing multi-sequence tasks to single sequences however they still suffered from a single design flaw, a Shaper would always have to be present to supply a source of energy."
Enala cleared her throat before continuing.
"With the discovery of a new mineral lining the walls of the Pascan Trench we determined they have the property to store and emit the Authorities themselves which in turn we have now employed as energy sources for more modern fabricae. Through experimentation with these new storage devices I now believe we have created something that might soon bring us alongside their 'industry' yet is entirely unheard of by these landbord species."
Adelya nodded, finally looking up. "Good. I believe we have a solution to the Navy's concerns Captain, and it lies in the development of this resource. What do you call this technology Enala?"
"Presently it lacks a name..... though we Artificers are referring to it as Magi-technology."
"That means Sir Isaac Newton is the deadliest son-of-a-bitch in space."
- Unnamed Gunnery Chief, The Citadel
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Vash Warren
SMARTCREW
Smart Deploy
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Posted - 2016.01.21 22:54:00 -
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The General sat at the table and listened to the Mur's request. "I will be unable to provide you with an exact list of who all perished, for military reasons as well as we don't know all who died and possibly just missing. But I will give you the most complete list I can. But for now, I encourage you to accept the best food and drink I can offer."
The meats and vegetables brought before the group were not the finest in all of Tal. Slightly better than though you would find at a well off tavern, but a welcomed change to the officers of the regular meals offered in war time. The General enjoyed the meal greatly as to be respectful to his guest. Later in the evening he noticed the Mur coming towards him.
She came to him and informed him of no need for protection. "I understand for your request, we might end up bringing more harm than good as it would make you a Cauti target." The General replied, "Thank you for your understanding General Brigadier."
On the mention of slaves Trovoski ashed just a second before returning to his normal color. "Well if you heard of them then it needs not be a secret." He took a deep breath. "In the camp we attempt to keep no slaves besides the ones we capture and even then just a little time to keep from becoming a target to liberate. Also with all Ants owned just by the PTM It would take a day or two. But I promise it would be worth the wait."
He took a large gulp from his fine wine before continuing to speak
" I can have a rider sent as soon as you give me an idea on number and type and such. If you are unwilling to wait I have a few Osmar, Parics, and Bloods that would be willing to join you. We Tals enjoy you Mur, you are not for war but for trade much like us, unfortunately we are dragged in by those who would see us ended. But our people, we think alike."
With this he recline back into his chair.
Caldari Body, Caldari Core, But Amarr with my Soul.
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Posted - 2016.01.22 00:19:00 -
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...... Over Dinner
Shuri'den'shavlys offer the general a soft smile as she weighed the risks of remaining at the forefront of this foreign war with her companions and people.
After a moment of slowly chewing on one of vegetable indigenous to the Tal-Man provinces she nodded her head. "I will wait though I must ask you to send a rider tonight. If our ships in the South decide we have been too long gone they may attack the ports in the South. Should this be allowed to happen the resistance by the Cauti shall only grown more fierce."
The meal arrayed before her had been sumptuous and far more than she or any of her kin had been able to consume in a single sitting and for a moment she felt self conscious that she had not chosen to garb herself in a Maera to conceal her stomach. She shifted her chair around so it was facing the General and reclined back into it with a cup of wine in hand.
Tal made wonderful wines quite unlike anything her own people could produce, fruity, heady, and above all crisp to the taste.
"I shall take however many of the Ant's as our goods will barter us, General. We shall take any youths or virile stocks of breeding age that can be mustered on short notice. Further more I should like at least one male and one female from those of the older generations whom remain capable of travel."
Content that the negotiations had been handled in a mutually beneficial manner, that she would gain much from the acquisition of the Artugans and that such a deal would not compromise the Tal war economies, returned the conversation to more amicable subjects hoping to learn more of the general, of the soldier whom had saved her people, and course Ambassador Grey and the ruler of this nation.
The conversation and song seemed to do a wonder and her people had stepped away from the table, the male member of the group to strike up a lively tune on a flute while the woman whom had spent many hours talking with Ruslan sang one of the Tal-Man song she had heard around the camp.
"My people also find yours quite agreeable, given our relatively recent arrival to the continent the respectful and peaceful manner with which you have treated our people is appreciated. A great many Mur expressed an interest in attending tonight's festivities, a curious number of our females mentioned you specifically, it was difficult turning them down. Perhaps during our stay you shall allow us to host you and Ruslan for a meal.... We have Kresh and a few other delicacies from the Isles sequestered away in our stores."
"That means Sir Isaac Newton is the deadliest son-of-a-bitch in space."
- Unnamed Gunnery Chief, The Citadel
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Spademan
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Posted - 2016.01.24 00:32:00 -
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The Harbourmaster of Burtun became concerned over recent disappearances of ships. Granted, it had been few, but there was little report of storms along the routes they should have taken. He decided to take the issue up with the marshal.
"Captain, the sea is a very dangerous place, ships are bound to go down from time to time"
"M'lord, ships don't disappear like this. None others have encountered any of the former crew or cargo. I'm not asking for much, just a few more combat ready ships to patrol the trade routes"
The Marshal sighed and knuckled his forehead "Very well. We do have the ships to spare after all. I'll have the first light ships ready to sail by the end of the week."
The harbour master bowed in response "I am grateful m'lord."
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Vash Warren
SMARTCREW
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Posted - 2016.02.01 03:48:00 -
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Trovoski called over a messenger and told him of what he required. He had no doubt that the PTM would have no trouble filling his request. He returned his attention to the party sharing dinner around him.
"Ah yes. Ambassador Grey, I don't know of him personally but he is definitely a respected Tal, trusted as well. As our first and primary way of communication with your people. Please give him my regards for what he has done for us here, for us Shorewalkers."
Trovoski leaned in a bit closer to the Mur. "The Osmar, for along time now, are trusted friends of ours. But they seem to grow ever closer to the Parics. And those... Lizards do not deserve to be trusted. Proceed with caution when dealing with them."
He backed away and his cheerfulness returned to him. "It is unfortunate that you will not have a chance to meet our current leader, Yuri, I am sure he would love the chance to show you the same kindness as Grey reported you did during the Coral Tower meeting."
He felt a better feeling hanging in the air. The many months they spent on this siege had warn the men down. And the failure of the recent attack had not helped, but the arrival of the Mur had brightened the mood of the whole camp. He heard a Mur nearby take up a favorite tune among the men of glory and honor, and as if a fire on the wheat fields it spread through the whole camp.
The Tals knew how to throw a party, and this could have easily been concluded as if the war had been won already. "It appears your people are a great boon to our nation even when you offer just your friendship.... The slaves will arrive some time after tomorrow. I am sure dinner then would work fine, and of course Ruslan would be glad to join us."
Caldari Body, Caldari Core, But Amarr with my Soul.
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Posted - 2016.02.02 00:39:00 -
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.......... In the Warcamps
Shuri'den simply smiled and began to clap along politely to the foreign melody the Mur had struck up. What an incredible species these Mur, her children, were that they we so open to inspiration and change when just this morning they had looked so utterly shocked by the unfamiliar sound of explosions.
"Very well General." She replied during a pause in the performances. "I will wait.... and tomorrow we will host you. It's rather likely that the Mur attending will be in greater numbers than those you've yet seen. Just..... try to keep your wits about you tomorrow evening. Mur can be... somewhat lacking your conventional Shorewalker sensibilities."
An hour later she retired back to the small tent to rests while the other two sung and danced long into the night.
She awoke some hours later a little after dawn to the sounds of a drum beating over far over distant rows of tents and armouries bearing all manner of siege equipment. Platoons of riflemen a heavily armoured linebreaker infantry thundered between the tents as armour was hurriedly fastened over their rumpled uniforms and sergeants barked orders.
Curious and unsure of what the commotion was about Shuri'den dressed quickly into a common looking Maera of dull green that fastened loosely around the shoulders. She was thankful for the modest covering as she wandered through the encampment remembering her embarrassment from the previous night.
By the time she made it to the General's command tent Ruslan was already marching a filthy looking company of Mur led by a man she recognised as Kal'm into the tent. Their scale and chitin armour looked dishevelled covered in what appeared to be thick black oil or tar stains, the kind that polluted the river between them and the castle to the South which her people had in all likelihood had to pass through to reach the camps.
She darted over to them and introduced the leader of the company to General Trovoskii explaining that this was likely the company sent to escort her and her people back to the South where their ships were waiting. She also then explained to Kal'm that they were awaiting fourteen Artugan slaves, though she was careful to use the term Ant which caused Kal'm to scowl but nod along submissively.
After they were dismissed the Mur company set up camp just outside of the main Tal-Man barracks and idled the day away preparing the same earthen steam pits they had when they had hosted Lord Coenwulf. By nightfall the shapers had lashed rocks to a soft cherry red and the pools of purified water was bubbling and hissing with glee. The scent of steamed seafood and Sy'Thal greens wafted over the camp and lyrical tunes unique to the Isles and felicitous to informal dancing sprung up as soldier and civilian Mur alike too up instruments.
Looking out across the spectacle Shuri'den sighed. This joy would never last if her people were dragged into war and conflict with the Islanders. As she wove her way between the steaming pits surrounded by Mur she could hear everything they said. The woman from the previous night who had spent the evening hours talking with Ruslan thought she might like to have him for a bond-mate one day, a musician named Pel'a aspired to play for Shorewalker royalty, while dozens of other wished for home or to protect their Shalvyian leader.
She sighed again went to greet their guests.
"That means Sir Isaac Newton is the deadliest son-of-a-bitch in space."
- Unnamed Gunnery Chief, The Citadel
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Posted - 2016.02.04 23:20:00 -
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Kirath...
"I'll not let you leave without a few guards, at the least they can help you navigate"
"Hah, you take me for a helpless child Godwin? Fine, if you insist. But have them quick, it's time I met the Queen, and the others we share this world with besides."
"Naturally m'lord"
With that Godwin had a group soldiers board the ship with Za'Harr, no doubt they'd be glad to return home. It wasn't long until they set off for the long journey to the mainland, broken slightly by a short stop in Crasmere to resupply. There were many people in this world from what Za'harr had been told by Godwin. Tal-Men, Osmar, Parian, Mur, he was intent on meeting them all, starting out with the ruler of the Osmar, Queen Aeschild.
Of course, there could well be more. Who knows what lies further west? Or perhaps south. The journey gave plenty of time to think on it. Anything was possible really, there are already fish people and those that share characteristics with reptiles, perhaps someone will come across some kind of bird man, although another race that resembles food could prove troublesome.
When the ship landed at the Burtun docks there was no more interest than usual at first. But as soon as someone stole a look at Za'Harr word began to spread. By the time he set foot on land a crowd had gathered to see the 'Cat Man' for themselves, all far more modestly dressed than him, who was uncovered from the waist up. The whispers were audible, and amusing, as the King walked through the streets to the keep, accompanied by guards of course.
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Posted - 2016.02.05 00:49:00 -
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..... In Burtgun
News of Za'harr's arrival in Burtgun spread like wildfire amongst the Mur who managed to catch sight of the strange leonine creature as they worked on the docks. Rumours of a strange Ba'shui that walked on two legs and stalked in a regal fashion behind his Osmarii guides soon found their way back to Mish'enne, whom despite not being a Shaper like her mentor was the Mur Kal'm trusted the most to lead their people in his absence.
Intrigued she made preparations to present herself and her people before the new species, the discovery of which sent her people into a frenzy of activity and excitement as hundreds petitioned her to join her for what she hoped would be an historic meeting.
She instead called upon the two only two Stormdaughters present in the city, Sch'al and Can'ti. Since their arrival in Burtgun these two had established themselves as courtesans and quickly found their services in the employ of Burtgun's largest and wealthiest h brothel.
Their command of the Authorities as well as their respected position of eminence amongst Mur society would serve her well in the presence of the Queen and this odd Ba'shui. As and her entourage made their way into the Queen's antechamber she could not help but wonder what kind of people these leonine creatures were. Her thoughts drifted back to the indigenous shore cats of the Sy'Thal Isles though she was told these oddities were much broader of build and shared the ubiquitous humankin physique.
As they approached a courtier asked their names and business to which she replied.
"I am a student of Kal'm who in his absence has left me to represent the Sy'thal and South Seas Mur, with me are Sch'al and Can'ti. We have come to pay our respects to Queen Fairwinds and are curious to see if the rumours.... are true. If a Ba'shui..... a... people broader than a Shorecat who walk on two legs have truly has come to these lands."
"That means Sir Isaac Newton is the deadliest son-of-a-bitch in space."
- Unnamed Gunnery Chief, The Citadel
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Spademan
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Posted - 2016.02.06 23:34:00 -
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Burtun
Za'Harr stood above the locals in the city, not so tall as a Tal-Man, but tall all the same. He'd spotted a few here and there along the way that were clearly not from there, not originally at least, but Osmar outnumbered them by far. Cold, hard stone paved the way in all directions and surrounded the entire city. There was another set inside too, separating the castle and courtier lodgings from the rest, with its own gate for passage. There was no stopping on the way in, word had traveled that the Queen had a new, exceptional, guest.
The courtier with whom Mish'enne spoke with had known little more about the arrival than she did. "Kal'm? Oh, the Mur Ambassador, of course. He's from far west as I know it, an Island discovered by Sir Godwin. Come, to the throne room, I imagine your mentor would like you to see for yourself." Mish'enne and her two companions were led through a side hallway, the antechamber being kept uncluttered for the arrival. The hall itself was busy, yet not so crowded to make a man feel squashed. Servants darted about bringing refreshments to those gathered, nobles conversed with each other over various topics, though inevitably came back to the same one. The Queen could be seen sitting upon her throne at one end conversing with her steward, though her husband's lay empty as he had left some days earlier for Kilerth.
It wasn't long until the main doors opened and the room fell silent. Before all was King Za'Harr striding slowly forward, the crowd parting as he did so. Covered in fur all over, it was thicker around his head and adorned with regal bangles. Though he stood upright much like the other races, an astute observer might notice what appeared to be an additional joint in the legs, helping in a way with intimidation as he appeared ready to pounce at any moment. Za'Harr couldn't help but smile at the reception, looking around as he made his way forward. In front of the Queen he gave a simple bow "It's a pleasure to finally meet you Queen Aeschild, Godwin has told me much of you" his voice rose slightly as if announcing to the rest of the hall "I am King Za'harr of the Cathay'Raht."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Za'Harr. I think such an occasion calls for a feast" the steward nodded understandingly have left soon after "I'm sure we'll have much to discuss"
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Posted - 2016.02.09 20:48:00 -
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...... at the foot of the Osmarii Throne.
"What is a Cat-a-rahct?" Cant'i murmured from behind Mish'enne in Murrish her exotic, lyrical accent colouring the words causing her to pronounce the name of the Bash'ui's species incorrectly. Mish'enne stifled a chortle as a moment later her Stormsister, Sch'al, corrected her in the Osmar speech.
Only after the Queen had finished her announcements and proclaimed a feast be held to welcome their new guests did the intermediate Mur diplomat take the opportunity to approach the throne and offer her greeting to both members of royalty.
"I am humbled to stand before the Queen Fairwinds and strengthen the bonds and of courtesy and trust between the Mur of Sy'Thal and the South Seas and you who were born of the lands but love the oceans. I am Mish'enne, a student of Kal'm, who in his absence has inherited the duty of representing our people in Burtgun... such as it is we are most curious about the arrival of your allies whom you call Cathay'Raht."
She turned and eyed Za'harr flicking her crescent bladed tail impatiently. Then nodded to Cant'i and Sch'ael who produce small bronze vessels, attached to each is a tiny glass vial with a stopper, from within their Maera.
"Your species of new to us King and we have never come across a Bash'ui or Shorecat who walks as you do. As such we have brought you both a gift of pure mountain water from a spring that feeds the Mur lake as well as oil that these two have offered of themselves. We would hope you accept them."
Having offered due respect to the Queen Sovereign and to the customs of the courts Mish'enne allowed the Stormdaughters to distract the Queen and present their gifts while she wandered over to the King. Za'harr had and intimidating bearing but Mish'ene did not let that stop her from poking and prodding at the king with a Murrish curiousity inspecting the razor sharp claws, leonine mane, and broad build.
"Welcome to the continent King Za'harr, I welcome you as a species that has come from an Island Nation." She offered the King with a genuine smile, inadvertently revealing two rows of pointed teeth. "We're our true representative, Kal'm, here I think he would have done as I have. We look forwards to learning more about you."
Waves that dye the land gold.
Blessed breath to nurture life in a land of wheat.
A path the Sef descend drawn in ash.
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sir RAVEN WING
Corrosive Synergy
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Posted - 2016.02.10 03:41:00 -
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The main doors seemed to creep open, revealing a young woman, four Osmarii guards, and two guards dressed in the armour of the High Cautian Guard that was so rarely seen outside of the Cautian capital of Timorys. "My Queen, these... people demanded to see you, citing that they were here on diplomatic duties. We tried to ward them off, but..." The guard was interrupted before he could finish his frantic excuse, much to the guard's relief.
"I am Cellese A'sani, that of the oligarchy of Cautia." Cellese raised her voice as to address all in which were present as she walked down towards the Queen. Cellese was a good few decades younger than the Queen, and sported a fair complexion reminiscent of an Osmarri, her short silver hair only highlighted this. She also stood a few inches taller than the average Osmarri male. Her slender figure clothed by a brilliant shirt and trousers of silken material with a leather belt around her waist that held a sheathed sword near to her body at all times.
"I wish to speak to you, Queen Aeschild of Osmarium, about the relations of our nations."
Behind her, the guards escorting her shared a shrewd glance before returning their focus to Cellese.
"I must ask pardon for the lack of knowledge ahead of my arrival, but seeing as the oligarchy seems rather uneasy about the decision that brought me here, I decided to come as soon as I was able, and I would argue that I had impeccable timing, seeing as this..." She fell silent for a moment upon laying vision upon King Za'Harr, she had heard a tale only once before of grimalkin beings, but it had been taken as only a tale thought up to scare children. She was wrong. She finally regained her composure, but turned her attention to Za'Harr. "By the Maker, I seem to be oblivious. I am Madame Cellese, as I announced before." She spoke, nearly stumbling, as her wide eyes stayed locked on the King before her.
Better than VAHZZ
That's not really much to be honest.
Fear the Rabbits should they become the Cheshire
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Jonny D Buelle
The Warlords Legion
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Posted - 2016.02.10 22:59:00 -
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...The Cauti Fortress...
The Artugians had busies themselves with collecting the corpses of the dead Cauti they slew. They worked together to remove their skulls and construct a new Throne of Skulls in the courtyard, most that were placed were still bloodied and covered in gray matter. Fires were sprung to life, and they milked the Artyee for their venom.
Upon the fires, they laid crude cooking stones, on which they cooked flayed Cauti flesh. They spiced the meat with the venom they milked and held a grand feast. A feast to honor those they have slain and their Ancestors. The hearts, they left raw.
Murk sat on the Bloodied Throne, drinking deeply of his Artugian wine. He stood from his throne and raised his wine skin and said to his men: "Artugians, the night has past and we have brought to heel these Cauti. We have shown the outlanders our strength, and have slain those who dare to rise against our allies, the Rough Skins. Feast, my brothers ans sisters, feast and honor the Ancestors. Both the Cauti, and Artugas!"
A cheer rose from the Artugians, and Murk summoned an Artyee over and said, "Go find War-Leader Xeros, invite him to the feast." The Artyee placed a fist over her chest, bowed and ran off to do Murk's bidding. With that, he sat back onto the bloodied throne and drank from his wineskin.
...Mar'Thal
Mila, the new Great Leader, had been hearing the reports all day. First, two Artugians had gone missing during the night, then screams rose from Mihal. She knew what had occured, and hoped that Mo'q and the Shattered Blade, and those Daughters of Storm, would be more subtle about their operations.
For now, the people believed that the Ancestor's had struck against those two poor souls as they were very outspoken against her rise to power. Seeing as she was called "Mila the Blessed", she let this rumour continue. As for the cries from Mihal, many believed it was the ghosts of the dead, who's hearts had not been claimed, haunted haunted the land. She smiled to herself.
After a day sitting counsel over the Artugians, she began to walk around the beautiful city, taking in the sites, her three guards ever present. She had always wished to see the city, the once place she was forbidden due to her birth, that being of a cursed mother and a coward father, and was not privileged to do so when she served Jon Greatclaw. Though, that lack of privilege she assumed when she swore to protect him.
She sighed softly when she thought of Jon. If only she had told him how she felt... though she doubt it would have changed his death at the hands of the Scattered. Those traitorous, ancestorless filth!
As she wandered around the city, she stopped and helped the Artugians and what Mur remained, anyway she could, just as her predecessor had done on several occasions, all the while, she remained unaware of someone watching from the shadows...
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Posted - 2016.02.13 16:16:00 -
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The Royal Throne room
With Aeschild tied in conversation with the Stormdaughters Za'Harr was was left to converse with Mish'enne after accepting the gift. While she spoke the King took in her appearance. She was an odd creature, much as Godwin described, though no more odd than the Osmar themselves when they first met. The two spoke shortly about each others races with Kal'm being mentioned a few times, though from Za'Harr the name was pronounced closer to Kallim.
Moments later the doors opened again to reveal Cellise, an envoy from the Cauti. Za'Harr knew little of them beyond the fact that they were a recent group of rebels. She appeared not to, or perhaps refused to, notice anything in the room but the Queen. Then she saw Za'Harr and struggled with her words.
"Haha, don't worry, I won't hurt you" he said, giving a wide grin that revealed sharp teeth.
"If you see to improve relations," the queen said softly "then perhaps you should join our feast later"
The feast would take place a few hours later in the Great hall, when the sun was low in the sky and those attending would have time to prepare themselves.
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2016.02.15 00:29:00 -
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....... In the Royal Throne Room
After having greeted Za'harr and the Queen and offered each a gift of mountain water from the Isles as well as a vial of Oil from each of the two Stormsisters Mish'enne and her retinue left the castle and returned to their accommodations by the docks.
They were curious about the Cathay'Raht and would investigate them further. She was unsure if Za'harr had meant her people when he had made his joke about hunting though had made no mention of her concerns to any of her kin. Kal'm would return soon and she would seek his council.
Under the glow of the lant-ray light her shark-like features were a mixture of concern and excitement.
........ In the Tal-Man Warcamps
The evening celebrations were a great success and Shuri'den was glad to welcome General Trovoski, Ruslan, and a few other of his officers. Steamed phrsam, kresh, and other Sy'Thal delicacies were handed around on trays while music from dozens of instruments filled the air with hopeful tunes.
By the time the morning came around and the slaves were delivered to Shuri'den the Mur had packed their camp up and readied themselves for travel. Accompanied by some three hundred and fifty of her people they set their course South and skirted around the No Man's Land between the two armies lest they be caught in some altercation between the forces. Two hours into the journey Shuri'den called the company to a halt.
Chained together in pairs before her were the Artya and Artyee their supplies had bought, a small number admittedly but they would be enough for now. Calling upon her Authorities she tore the chains and heavy manacles to pieces casting them to the ground. Many of the Artugia howled and threw themselves on the ground in fear, some beat their breasts lamenting that they'd been sold into the service of new monsters, while the Elders looked on impassively.
Taking control of the situation Shuri'den placed a closed fist over her heart and bowed to them before she spoke in their native language.
"May strong winds grant you all good fortune whether you be of Durna, or Drishna, or of the Accursed. I ask you not to fear us Artya and Artyee of Mar'Thal for my kin and I have crossed many seas and lands to bring you back to your homes and mean you no harm.
Your Ancestor K'lo named us the 'Ones of the Sea' for when we emerged on the shores of your home that is how your people found us. The Great Leader Bloody Jon has welcomed us and taught us of your people so that we might both learn together and grow, fostering bonds of trust and kindness between us.
You were made slaves by the laws of the 'Tall Ones'. Now by my laws you are made free one more to return to your homeland. To do that I ask that you come with me to the sea, the endless salt water, and cross it as my kin have taught your to do. Let your claws regrow, let your spirits heal, and then we shall see you home.
Come then and do not stray from me."
Waves that dye the land gold.
Blessed breath to nurture life in a land of wheat.
A path the Sef descend drawn in ash.
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Jonny D Buelle
The Warlords Legion
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Posted - 2016.02.17 02:27:00 -
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True Adamance wrote:
........ In the Tal-Man Warcamps
The evening celebrations were a great success and Shuri'den was glad to welcome General Trovoski, Ruslan, and a few other of his officers. Steamed phrsam, kresh, and other Sy'Thal delicacies were handed around on trays while music from dozens of instruments filled the air with hopeful tunes.
By the time the morning came around and the slaves were delivered to Shuri'den the Mur had packed their camp up and readied themselves for travel. Accompanied by some three hundred and fifty of her people they set their course South and skirted around the No Man's Land between the two armies lest they be caught in some altercation between the forces. Two hours into the journey Shuri'den called the company to a halt.
Chained together in pairs before her were the Artya and Artyee their supplies had bought, a small number admittedly but they would be enough for now. Calling upon her Authorities she tore the chains and heavy manacles to pieces casting them to the ground. Many of the Artugia howled and threw themselves on the ground in fear, some beat their breasts lamenting that they'd been sold into the service of new monsters, while the Elders looked on impassively.
Taking control of the situation Shuri'den placed a closed fist over her heart and bowed to them before she spoke in their native language.
"May strong winds grant you all good fortune whether you be of Durna, or Drishna, or of the Accursed. I ask you not to fear us Artya and Artyee of Mar'Thal for my kin and I have crossed many seas and lands to bring you back to your homes and mean you no harm.
Your Ancestor K'lo named us the 'Ones of the Sea' for when we emerged on the shores of your home that is how your people found us. The Great Leader Bloody Jon has welcomed us and taught us of your people so that we might both learn together and grow, fostering bonds of trust and kindness between us.
You were made slaves by the laws of the 'Tall Ones'. Now by my laws you are made free one more to return to your homeland. To do that I ask that you come with me to the sea, the endless salt water, and cross it as my kin have taught your to do. Let your claws regrow, let your spirits heal, and then we shall see you home.
Come then and do not stray from me."[/i]
An old, bowed back, Artya stepped forth from the group of former slaves, a fire burned in his eyes, a fire reminence of his youth. He returned the greeting to Shuri'den before saying, "We are the children of Durma, the most ancient tribe. We were once proud warriors who fought in the blood wars against the Drishna and the (he spoke the name in the old tongue).
"Our people have been enslaved, beaten, humilated and our claws crushed. To add insult, a Tall One raped and impregnanted one of our own! The daughter of the great leader no less!
"We thank you, oh one of the sea, for freeing us. However, we will not let their crimes go unpunished! We will not return home until we strike back against these Ancestorless monsters ten fold! We do so, to honor our Ancestors!"
The Artugians behind him gave a cry of approval and slamed their fist against their chest, and in some cases cut them slightly, as if to emphasis his words.
Director of T-W-L
Lord of Scrubs
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Vash Warren
SMARTCREW
Smart Deploy
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Posted - 2016.02.17 05:28:00 -
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Tal-Man Camp:
General Trovoski sat and was studying the strategy for the upcoming month of combat. This fort was taking an unusual amount of time. He planned to offer a surrender that would allow 1/10 the garrison to return home. He figured it was a risk, but honorable for a group who had survived so long under the cannon fire.
The rest of the meeting droned on, and most was his own tactics at use so he had little need of attention. He sat back, knowing the Mur had made it out of the front-lines. Which made him happy, as well as his superiors all the more open to his next advancement in rank.
But he also had worry that the slaves would be set free, and become another ally of the Cauti seeking war against the Tal-Men. But keeping high relations and to a greater extent trade open with the Mur was the only concern, hopefully Grey was doing his job, as well as I have been doing mine, thought Trovoski.
He thought back, when he was still fighting the last Blood War. He rose through the ranks in between the time of them and the Cauti revolt. If the Osmar would declare war, he figured the monsters of the Bloods would rise once again to seek war with the world. Idiot Parics, he thought. Did they not realize Tal-Man was the only barrier that could hold back the Bloods.
Guess this is why he was not a politician...
Caldari Body, Caldari Core, But Amarr with my Soul.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2016.02.18 00:46:00 -
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..... In Tal'Man
"K'lo did not mention that the Durna were such an ungrateful tribe that they would cast aside thought for those who saved them from slavery, beatings, and humiliation and then put them at risk. I cannot allow it even if you are an elder and represent your tribe. If you go now as your are then I am afraid you will die, de-clawed and weak."
Shuri'den's tone contained a hardness of tone that belayed the concern she felt for the Artugia and of course her own people lest they suffer retaliatory attacks from the enraged Tal.
"Return homes, let the claws of these young ones regrow, and their bodies grow strong again. Elda... if you send these young ones to battle as weak as they are who will pass their hides onto their families and tribe or set their skulls upon the great leaders throne as is your custom?
None here will do this. They will leave your skin to rot and bones to bleach in a foreign land, ancestorless.
As Great Leader of my people I have shown the courtesy to observe your culture, now you will show the same courtesy for mine. I have not crossed oceans, the borders of my domain, and battlefields under fire to be denied, nor will I stand by it to be treated as commonly as you might one of those storm sluts..."
TBC
Waves that dye the land gold.
Blessed breath to nurture life in a land of wheat.
A path the Sef descend drawn in ash.
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Vash Warren
SMARTCREW
Smart Deploy
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Posted - 2016.02.26 05:20:00 -
[2662] - Quote
Several weeks prior to next part
General Trovoski had ordered the use of Cossack units to close the last supply line to the fortress, as it was the last bubble in a full front offensive. All along other points in the line the open line battles between well trained and disciplined Tal Troops repeated wiped away by either surrender or death, entire Cauti militia units of the various Osmar, Parics, Bloods, and the odd Tal. Here was the strongest point in the Cauti defense, and here a victory was required, as why he was ordered to the front-lines. And now he had grown tired of this field, and he would it end it in the month.
Soon the raids from Cossack units reduced recieved supplies of the fort to every other week or greater, with a usual 15-20 prisoners as a bonus from the raiding of the stretched supply lines, a few weeks, and along with the offensive and losses by raiding, the Cauti would no longer be able to afford the transport of supplies to it. And the fort would fall.
Outside Walls of the Fortress
Three Tals walked ever closer towards the stone defensive structure waving the banner of parley. The middle one with the message for the fort commander that he had memorized at least forward and back 3 times now. He reread it to himself in his mind.
"From the General. I admire your capabilities of defensive war Cauti. But yet no advantage you have now can save you from defeat here in the next month. But due to my willingness to give an honorable opponent the chance, I offer you these terms. Surrender 9/10ths of the garrison, and you and your 1/10 will be allowed to leave this fortress unharmed anymore than what you have suffered currently. The gap is closing commander, and if not for yourself then for your men, they will not die in glorious battle, or to be captured and live. If we so choose you will simply sit in your fort and starve, and then we can claim it, with no greater loss to ourselves. Cossack forces are tightening the noose on your supply line everyday, it is only a matter of days if not a week to close it completely. And then you and your men will face a humiliating surrender, or starvation. The choice of course, is yours."
Now lets just hope this Cauti won't shoot him before he arrives.
Caldari Body, Caldari Core, But Amarr with my Soul.
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sir RAVEN WING
Unholy Cheshire
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Posted - 2016.02.26 06:41:00 -
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Commander Kalimat was enjoying a bountiful meal with his favoured soldiers, Alyx and Onin, when he received word of three cocky Tal-Men heading towards the fort.
"Stand down, but stay cautious." He walked to greet them, slightly angry that he had to leave a freshly cooked Ri'Chu dish for this. "This better be good." He mumbled under his breath as he placed his hand on his firearm. Specially built for him, the fired metal sphere would be able to pierce the Tal's skin, muscle and armour.
He thought back about how the recent aids from Commander Alu's fort had been attack several times until Kalimat requested Alu's aid efforts be halted. He could still provide for his men now that the underground supply lines had been established. This method of using the Dwarven ruins below to transport supplies gave them an advantage.
He smiled at the thought of getting a night's rest with the Tal's away from him and his men.
Better than VAHZZ
That's not really much to be honest.
Fear the Rabbits should they become the Cheshire
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Jonny D Buelle
The Warlords Legion
2
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Posted - 2016.02.27 02:50:00 -
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...Tal-Man...
The elder spat on the ground. He looked towards his people. Most were heavily bruised and beaten, and not to mention unnaturally thin from being forced to eat very little rations. The elder sighed and lowered his head in defeat.
"So be it, one of my sea..."
...Ruins of Mihal...
Mo'q stood from where he had been meditating. He often did so to clear his thoughts, and after witnessing the atrocities that the daughter of storms committed to his own people... he felt it was needed.
As he retrived his twinblade and secured his leather harness, the only peice of clothing he wore besides his loin cloth, a messenger approached and whispered in his ear. Mo'q cursed in the old tongue then summoned all the members of the Shattered Blade and Csh'te of the Stormdaughters.
Once all were gathered, he spoke in a low tone: "The Scattered are watching, brothers and sisters. Our Great Leader may be their next target."
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2016.02.28 21:04:00 -
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.....In Tal-Man
"Good' Shuri'den'shalvys murmured knowing that the Elda Artugia had accepted the only path she had left open to them.
It pained her greatly to do so but ensuring these ones lived to take their tales back to Artugia benefited her as well as she hoped would improve relations between the two peoples.
"If you are set on your course Elda there are many things you will need to know about this world of ours. While you recover we would be honour bound to tell you what we have learned of the continent and their peoples for our trip across the seas will take many days."
..... In Mihal
Mo'q's runner found Csh'te resting in the small tropical pond just outside of the main encampment. At the young Artugian's request she gathered what few belongings she carried with her and attended his summons.
His concern seemed justified to her. The new Great Leader, a former protege of Bloody Jon, could not have been a popular successor to the Throne of Skulls after the Council's plan to summon a Dark Ancestor had back fired and only served to cement Mila's popularity amongst the mainstream tribes.
"How should we act Mo'q?" Csh'te asked curiously from amongst the circle of Artya and Artyee, falling to a knee and offering him a dramatic and sweeping bow. "A daughter of storms lives to serve."
With Sia'tri gone to the Southern Mur settlements she was starting to enjoy herself.
..... In Mar'Thal
That very night a single Mur swam back to the beach near Mar'Thal led by Sia'tri who had come to be known as the Firewalker amongst his own kin as something of a living legend. Spurred on by his example the Mur had welcomed Artugians into their settlements in the South and lived alongside them quite happily.
Using the hidden winches he entered the city and made for the Great Leader's hall.
When he came upon the guards stationed there he said. "Please tell your Great Leader Sia'tri Firewalker has returned to the city to lend his aid.... also if anyone knows the whereabouts of Csh'te, one of our Priestesses, please have them seek me out. But ask carefully because she is extremely dangerous in her own right.
Waves that dye the land gold.
Blessed breath to nurture life in a land of wheat.
A path the Sef descend drawn in ash.
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Spademan
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Posted - 2016.03.05 22:07:00 -
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The castle was buzzing with activity as soon as the feast was called for. It was a shorter notice than usual, but it was an exceptional occasion with the visit of Za'Harr. and the servants worked twice as hard to have everything ready in time. Not long darkness fell it was time to gather the guests, as they had been informed earlier, into the great hall and servants were sent to fetch them. Even the large corridors of the castle appeared crowded at times as bodies weaved to and fro between them.
The King Za'Harr appeared much as he did when he first arrived but cleaned his fur from the long journey to the mainland.
The Queen meanwhile clothed herself in an elaborate, though not overwhelming, black and cream coloured dress engraved with spirals and complimented it with the finest jewels. Much of the courtiers wore finery of their own, but none to the quality of Her Majesty.
Guests arrived, a slow trickle at first who chatted amongst each other but it wasn't long until the trickle became a flood of people. Nobles and guests took their seats whilst servants moved expertly between them, almost as if performing a well choreographed dance, providing them at first with goblets of drinks and then with their food. The Queen was situated at the head of the room with her guests nearby, and opposite her at the other end was the entertainment.
A flute could be heard throughout the meal, playing softly so as not to interfere with conversation. Also arranged for later in the eve were acrobats to perform great physical feats and a minstrel who was to recite musical poetry based on Osmar legends, such as Ailnoth, the man who is said to have slain a dragon atop the Asbeorg mountain. There was also one of the late King Morcar and how he saved the land from an attack by a creature of the deep.
The hall was a hive of activity and merriment, and hardly any of the guests seemed to care that Cellese was from the Cauti and an enemy of the kingdom, though some of the guards eyed her cautiously while trying not to look like they were watching.
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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