The "King and Queen of Prospernalia" Contest - Day 1 - DONE

“Oh! Oh! They’re doing the King and Queen!” Bella burst out laughing and skipped across the field, pulling Kelly along with her. Ripples of laughter followed the dwarf as she pushed her way through the crowd, the enchantment on her dress causing her already infectious celebratory spirit to sweep others up in a whirlwind of merriment. The little smith raised toasts and wished a joyous Prospernalia on the people she passed, occasionally grabbing one and pulling them into a brief dance before skipping away again. Once she had made her way to the front of the crowd, Bell skipped right on up to join Ganymede Galaii on the dais, pulling @banditkelly up behind her whether she likes it or not.

Bella’s long hair was bound up in thick braids and wrapped in ribbons of green silk, a light touch of makeup bringing out her sparkling green eyes. The pale green skirt flared and bounced around her knees as she skipped and danced, flashing a hint of her thighs now and again.



The dwarf gave Ganymede a warm hug when she got to her, squeezing the taller woman close, then turned to the crowd and raised her Prospernalia tankard, calling out “To the new year!” She tipped it back and drained the ale in one long drink, then gave a deep bow. Fortunately, or maybe disappointingly to some in the audience, Bella’s bodice holds firm, and while the front row gets a nice view, the full dwarven breasts don’t actually spill out, though it seems a close thing for a moment.

Six cat-like ears heard the princess of parties declare that there was to be a popularity contest and six wide little eyes stare up at their father who pretends not to notice, Little Naoki speaks up first. "You should participate in the contest daddy!" She says her tail waving excitedly as the other children bounce up and down in agreement. "Yeah, you have ta you have ta!" The two little brown haired boys declare waving their wooden swords and bouncing around on their hobby horses.

"Yeah! If you become the king of prospernalia than we really are princesses!" Declares the blue-haired Moon Moon who grabs her father's sleeve swinging her father's arm back and forth excitedly, her brown haired sister Juniper doing the same on his other side. "And we can be real knights!" Declare Caleb and Kae declare nodding their assent of this idea, Rawr Rawr simply hugs his plush dragon and smiles up at his father a little nervous about the idea of being separated even for a brief time, still, he seemed to like the idea of other people liking his daddy.

The high marshal of Isra gets onto the stage with a grimace his children pushed to a spot at the front of the crowd so he can keep an on his from the stage his attention rarely straying from his six children. His hands clench and unclench unconsciously at his side, Alden was clearly uncomfortable up on the stage.

Still, Alden didn't look entirely out of place he was still young not even out of his twenties despite having so many kids, his features were masculine and chiseled his eyes a striking and captivating green that held the soft affection one only sees from a doting father. He was dressed in tailored clothing a light white linen tunic and simple brown britches, that don't completely hide his toned and muscular body and, of course, he was wearing a floral crown on his head. Overall, he looked like he could play the part of the king of the fair if he wasn't obviously more concerned about his children than winning the contest.

Flicking his eye briefly to Ganymede Galaii he nods and says in a low voice. "Alden Marshal, I will participate." This would doubtless cause a ripple of murmurs through the crowd. While most had not seen The High Marshall before his name was known and it was perhaps surprising to see such a prominent and feared member of Isra's government both out and about, but with his children. Indeed, most did not even know the leader of the infamous Sun Marshalls even had children.

While his eyes were raised he happened to spot Lamina Manira over at the turkey leg stall and perhaps his children's mischevious antics were rubbing off on him because a playfully wicked grin dawns on his face as he raises his voice. "Marshal Manira, I think you should participate as well." He says loud enough to be heard above the crowd and in a tone that suggested this might just be an order.

Her hair was like the heavens, captured in her strands to be a dark midnight color with stars and planets that glittered and gleamed within the long, long strands that trailed a bit behind her when she walked. Her skin was as pure as moonlight, even faintly glowing with her happiness, a becoming and maidenly blush in her cheeks. Her lips were as rosy as a sunset, and her eyes -- those swirling, lilac depths -- were like captured galaxies.



She was a daughter of the night, yet she brought her splendor into the day as she tugged a boy of brawn and ability, Typhus , onto the stage. Excitedly, she jumped and squirmed, cloaked in a pretty dress of purple, almost feathering around the ripe and nubile curves of her body. She had absolutely no idea what contest this was, but she was excited to be there.



Seren laughed and clapped her hands, and her happy and joyful gaze swept over the crowds that were gathered, and she waved to them all! Perhaps she may become the Queen of Prospernalia?

King of Prospernalia? Well, there was next to no chance of walking away with that prize. These things usually were settled by popularity contests, and Raoul literally didn’t know a single person in this city as far as he was aware. And he wasn’t dressed up in proper festival finery. And he didn’t even have one of those flower crowns everyone seemed to be wearing. But faint heart never did something or another, Raoul always forgot what the bold heart was supposed to win, but it was probably something good.

The man strode up to the dais to join in, not really expecting to win. He wore a loose, slightly faded blue shirt, with full sleeves, only loosely laced at the front to show off his broad shoulders and more than a little of his muscular chest. Tight, black pants and knee-high boots polished to a high shine adorned his lower body, the raised heels and tight leather combining to show off his body in a way that was almost certainly intentional. A wide belt with a knife so large it was on the cusp of being a sword hanging from his hip completed the ensemble and combined with the tousled hair and rough stubble to give what he hoped was a rugged, dashing sort of look.

He gave a slow turn as he walked across the dais, pausing for a moment before turning back, his spurs jangling with each step before he took his place with the others, waiting for the judgement to be decided.

Some time after her original visit to St. James Boutique, Skarlet had returned to purchase that jacket that seemed to gravitate toward her. She felt like she needed it, it was her destiny to own that garment. It turns out the clothes made by Genevieve St. James are magical, each item was meant for a single person to own. Skarlet discovered the true power of the jacket one day while trying it on, she had wandered into the light trying to get a better look at it and only noticed a few moments later that she had been standing in direct sunlight! Though she is a vampire, she was unharmed by the sun, the jacket’s enchantment was one that could temporarily protect her from the sun’s burning rays! Though the duration of the protection decreased the longer she wore it, she was unsure of when she’d use it since she obviously couldn’t just wear it every day, but now its destined day has arrived.





Skarlet entered the contest for Queen of Prospernalia and waited until just before she needed to go on stage before putting on her outfit, including that enchanted jacket with gold filigree. For the first time in years Skarlet stepped out of her carriage into broad daylight without her parasol or a cloak to shield her, today she no longer needed to hide from the sun for with she had now conquered it! Looking upon the golden orb, she marveled at its radiance, the vampire had not known her greatest enemy was so beautiful. On this day, the vampiress forged an alliance with her nemesis to help showcase her beauty in natural light.


People who knew her as a waitress from the Midnight Sun would see her as a different person; not a bunny girl, but an aspiring queen. Even her hair was different, grown out longer and styled for the contest, but still recognizable by her signature crimson streak. Her hair now looked a little more wavy and the back of her hair was tied into a curly ponytail that lay over her shoulder. Her flawless alabaster skin could almost glisten in the sun’s light. Skarlet curtsies and smiles demurely at the audience as she takes her place on the stage. Even though she was more clothed than as she was in her workplace where she might as well be naked, her luscious body curves still showed, and the jacket she wore even had exposed cleavage, so Skarlet was by no means hiding her body that so many lust after but was still modest enough to not look like a harlot.

"Hello everyone attending, and all my friends from the Midnight Sun!~" Skarlet winks and blows a kiss to a group of patrons from the Midnight Sun that she recognized. Her fans and admirers cheered and whistled in support.

While waiting she searched the crowd with her ruby eyes for people she knew, Silas Algeron in particular, she hoped he was watching her. If her mother wasn't around it was understandable, she was a busy woman running the city, but there she was! Skarlet spotted Empress Naoki and waved to her. Up on the stage with her she recognized quite a few individuals. She couldn't help but feel anxious looking at some of the other contestants, was she good enough? Some of the other ladies on stage were very pretty, but she remembered that's not all there is to the contest, Skarlet knows a lot of people and her fans would surely be loyal to her and help her win! If she ever felt like the protection enchantment was beginning to wear off, she could always touch the pendant above her breast to communicate telepathically with a trusted servant to bring her parasol to her in a pinch.

Kaine, having just signed up for the jousting tournament, was enjoying some fried dough from a nearby stall when he heard the announcement ring out across the grounds. Leaving a half eaten meal at the stall he quickly set off to the origin of the sound. He had been preparing his act for a while, he encouraged himself as nervousness creeped up on him. He needed the money he told himself. As Kaine rounded the corner he was hit by a wave of the nymphs magic which seemed to evaporate all of his doubts and leave him with only the feeling of utter joy and excitement. Approaching the stage Kaine looked up to Ganymede with a pure smile on his face "Greetings, my lady, I would like to participate in the contest but first I wish to show you a performance of mine, that I hope is too your liking as well as the people gathered here."

Kaine then stepped up onto the stage with the others and kneeled to the ground. He whispered words in an ancient language and the necklace around his neck glowed a vibrant blue color as the beads separated from the threaded chain that had held them together and began circling rapidly around him. As they circled they began to increase in speed and gain height until the individual beads could not be discerned by the naked eye, then they began to change colors, the blue given way to a virtual rainbow of colors that swirled together to create a beautiful spectacle. As the beads reached the top of Kaine head they came closer and closer together until they seemed to be touching each other and then they suddenly stopped and a beautiful image of Ganymede formed above them. The illusion did little justice to her true form but it was nonetheless an extremely lifelike rendition. 

"And that is it!" she cried to the crowds as those who would be entering the contest came up onto the stage. The crowds yelled and cheered at the motley crew that was on stage, and Ganymede turned to them, resplendent in her pink-and-gold, utterly outrageous as much as she was eye-dazzling.

"Alright, now -- those who will be King, to the left. Those who will be Queen, to the right," Ganymede said, gesturing to those who were on stage. Once they had lined up, Ganymede gestured to the right and the left, and then moved over to the left. "Oooh, such lovely, lovely, morsels..." She said, much to the laughter of the crowd as she winked at the men gathered. In particular, she showed favoritism to Badger , sliding a fingertip down his cheek where chocolate had gathered and licking it off. "Delicious," she said to the crowd and gave a small wiggle.

"Alright! Ladies and gentlemen, help me choose your King of Prospernalia!" She moved down to the very end...

KING OF PROSPERNALIA

Alden Marshal -- Wearing a floral crown around his dark hair, a respectable white linen tunic and dark breeches on his lean body, this man is a Sun Marshal, and seems a little hesitant on stage, his six children bouncing in the crowd. Anyone who has been in Isra would recognize him for his work with the Sun Marshals, and might enjoy seeing an official on stage.

Raoul Ferdinand -- Wearing a loose, and slightly-opened blue shirt to show off his muscular chest, tight trousers and boots with spurs still on them has a sort of dashing and debonair appeal to him, a five o'clock shadow on his lantern jaw, and a careless turn to his dark hair. He's a stranger, but a handsome one.

Typhus  -- Wearing a loose grey shirt similar to Raoul's, this man is young, and lean, and raw, with an almost animalistic allure to his tawny eyes and messy white hair. It seems, however, that he only has eyes for a dark-haired beauty also standing on the stage, and is making no effort to appeal to the crowd.

Badger  -- A little gnome on stage, sticky with chocolate, but with a jovial face, he is obviously Ganymede's favorite, and it's clear to see that even if he doesn't win this contest, he'll definitely win something. He is adorable, and very charismatic, and is a recent but fun-loving face in Isra.

Kaine Aislinn  -- A young man with much enthusiasm, he's handsome in a boy-next-door sort of way, and is practiced with magic. Before everyone's eyes, he lights up the area with his colorful necklace and the magic therein, even flattering Ganymede with an image of herself. It earns him a wink. He's a smooth charmer.

Silas -- This young man rushed the stage at the very end, and like Typhus, seems to have eyes for a scarlet-streaked someone. He makes a handsome and dashing figure in his clothes of gold and ivory, as if he is already fit to be king! It may make the choice easier for the crowd, given he already looks the part.

... and Ganymede moved over each of the men gathered there, presenting them and listened to the crowd as they screamed and cheered. When she thought she heard enough, she nodded her head, and her hips swayed (mm, mm, mm, the material of her suit really hugged her ass...ets...) as she moved over to the ladies that had come upon the stage.

"My darlings," she said, loud enough for the crowd to hear, and Ganymede's smile sparkled at them all. "Shall we choose the Queen of Prospernalia?" She asked the crowd, and moved to the very end in order to present them all.

QUEEN OF PROSPERNALIA

Annabelle "Bella" Khorudan  -- A very comely dwarf, with round curves barely held in by a pretty green dress -- a dress enchanted to flirt and play and have fun. Ganymede seems taken with her, especially as the dwarf twirls and spins, her short skirt showing off her curvy calves and thighs. Delicious. A recent business owner in Isra, she is recognizable.

@banditkelly  -- A friend of the dwarf's, it seems this girl is rough and tumble, but there's definitely an attractive quality to that as well. She seems to be a little confused on how the proceedings go, which charms Gany and has the nymph kissing her on the cheek and gifting Kelly with a bit of a pinch.

Lamina Manira  -- A well-known face in Isra, this young woman seems like a rabbit caught in the headlights. A recent addition to the Sun Marshal, everyone knows Lamina for her prowess in the Arena. It would be amusing to see the young girl as the Queen of Flowers, given her ability with the sword!

@seren  -- An unknown face, this girl seems obviously magical. Young, her hair sparkles with the night time, and the pretty purple dress she's in accents her well. She doesn't seem to speak much, but she seems to enjoy being on the stage, blushing and waving to the crowd.. and unaware that Typhus keeps looking her way.

Elizabeth Finch  -- Another well-known face of Isra, this woman was the former commander of the Dawn Riders, and her transformation from commander to beauty is all but complete. In a gown of greens and blues and yellows, she still somehow looks forced onto the stage, much to the amusement of the crowd who recognizes her.

Skarlet  -- Yet another face known about the Midnight Sun, this young woman usually works as a waitress showing off her curves, and even though her clothes are a TOUCH more modest this time around, everyone can see how pretty she truly is. She smiles and calls to her Midnight Sun friends, glancing Silas' way.

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Alden waits until after the presenter finishes to lean over and whisper to Lamina Manira. "Don't worry, it's just a silly contest. I suppose it was a bit mean of me to call you up here but I had the sudden impulse not to suffer this embarrassment alone, it shouldn't last too much longer." He straightens up and hopes that his words help the young marshal at least a bit.

Raoul was stunned at the thundering applause. Not poetically, he literally stood there and stared in shock at the crowd for a moment. Either he had hit rugged and dashing a lot harder than he thought he would, or this city really had a thing for men in tight leather pants. Fortunately, the shock didn’t last long, and he recovered in time to smile and wave to his apparently adoring fans before the raucous cheers died down.

When Ganymede Galaii announced the winner, we wasn’t surprised, considering the ridiculous level of shouting and cheering. He was prepared with a rakishly cocky grin and an attempt to thank the good people of Isra that was interrupted by the Mistress of Ceremonies.

That kiss… That amazing, wonderful, incredible kiss that overwhelmed and pulled him in and left him somehow energized and relaxed at the same time. He was vaguely aware of a crown and a certificate and something about congratulations that all faded into the background. At least until the servants turned up with a literal chest of gold! That shocked him out of the daze fast enough. He had come here to spend some money, and now he was walking away with far more than he had brought.

Raoul literally leapt for joy, letting out a whoop of triumph, then laughed and clapped his hands and hugged Elizabeth Finch , if she didn’t shove him away. With this kind of money, he could buy a plot of land, a small house, and retire to a life of relative, if modest, ease. Or he could life the high life for a noticeable… Or he could stop thinking about all that and be a gracious winner.

He turned to the other men in the running and walked over to shake each of their hands in turn. “Drinks on me later, boys!” Then he strode over to the throne, and dropped himself onto the seat, tilting the crown to a jaunty angle and leaning over to whisper to Liz. “So… We’re supposed to have a dance later, or something, aren’t we?”