Lord Waldemar Andreas
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: Middle aged.
Physical Description: Particularly tall at just about seven feet he has wide shoulders and a generally powerful frame of clear patrician nature that makes those who set eyes upon him instinctively feel subservience and want to bend the knee. His hair is a faintly aged silver, his skin a weathered beige and eyes marine. He has a quite well maintained set of whiskers, and a relatively aquiline face.
Clothes and Equipment: Assorted nobleman's trappings. Master-crafted plate, Knightly robes. He carries with him a large one-and-a-half handed sword.
Registered: Feb 1, 2018 17:59:26 GMT -8
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The Summit
Nov 20, 2018 15:23:43 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Waldemar Andreas on Nov 20, 2018 15:23:43 GMT -8
Bored, and lazily looking around Waldemar had his gaze on the ceiling until his name was called out. He shrugged, placing a sheet of paper beside his Queen before rising with a bow and exiting. He doubted much pertinent to him would happen anyway, and if he wasnt welcome then he wouldnt aggravate folk by remaining.
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Koitika
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Koitika stands at a meagre 8” tall, no larger than a typical stuffed toy. Her features are quite rounded and cute as well like a toy- even the small bat wings perched on her back contribute to the illusion. Upon first glance, her pastel golden tresses appear to be very curly and bouncy but upon close inspection, her hair is actually a mass of tentacles. She has a rather impassive face, and isn’t overly expressive except in a few instances. Generally her eyes appear closed, but when opened, her eyes are a rich royal purple with pentagrams over her pupils.
Clothes and Equipment: Koitika prefers to wear cute, rather frilly clothes with accessories such as bonnets, necklaces, bracelets etc. She doesn't like wearing the same thing twice- ever. The only constant to her outfit is her precious stuffed bunny. She brings it everywhere with her.
Allegiances: To Naoki
Registered: Oct 11, 2018 13:51:21 GMT -8
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Post by Koitika on Nov 21, 2018 21:33:12 GMT -8
“Good riddance.” Koitika murmured quietly as she eyeballed the man as he walked out. She didn’t like the vibe of that one, no, not at all. And she had caught his disgusted look when his eyes landed on her. A rude thing he was. She wished Naoki had allowed her to take care of the rude man.
She looked back up at Naoki then, her hands folded in her lap, her small feet kicking lightly in the air. “Now that that has been taken care of, what next Mistress?”
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Lady Venus
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 169
Age: 6,450
Physical Description: Venus's form changes in perception according to who percieves her. Her true facade is that of an alluring, yet horrifying demon with brown, muddied hair, green eyes and a serpentine tail. With
Clothes and Equipment: Somewhat scantily clad, Venus wears little more than a two piece. Her top would cover barely her midriff, and be strapped around the neck, while the bottom piece would go down to mid-thigh.
Registered: Jan 11, 2018 0:20:50 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Venus on Nov 21, 2018 23:24:23 GMT -8
Venus rolls her eyes at Koitika's sycophancy, but refrains from commenting. She did not fear reprimand from Naoki, but she didn't particularly care to piss her benefactors off too often. At least not ones with such a.. Prickly demeanor. Naoki needed to loosen up, in Venus' opinion. She was too tense, Venus could practically smell it. Or perhaps that was the sorcerer she screwed on the way here.
She reeled her aura inwards, bundling it tight around her body. Venus didn't care too much about the petty display of disrespect, it would've been easier to simply remove the offending appendages, his legs. And perhaps his lips and teeth. Venus quirked her lips up in thought. Hmm..
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Nov 23, 2018 5:30:18 GMT -8
The Empress watches quietly as Waldemar Andreas takes his leave. She had expected, or rather, had hoped that he would attempt to make something of it or offer some parting remark, such that he might receive the verbal lashing he deserves, but alas. Perhaps it was planned, and he wanted to leave — such that he might drink. Regardless, such an individual has no place at this table, and The Summit will continue, better for the loss. “Next…” The Empress trails off, gesturing around the table. “Next we converse. The purpose of this Summit, and to a lesser extent, the whole Ball, is to provide a setting that facilitates communication and interaction without the middleman of messengers.” “Before we begin, allow me to provide context for and make this announcement:” “The Grand Duchy of Vortua is a state of Isra located not far from here, perhaps a half-day’s ride to the east. It is a feudal state, featuring peasants, noble families, and for some time, hereditary transfer of power. Regrettably, their last Duke died without an heir, leaving the region to devolve into civil war between the two strongest noble houses. The civil war lasted centuries, but relatively recently, doubtless weary from the fighting, the noble houses reached a truce wherein they offered the crown to me, and The Duchy of Vortua become one again as a state of Isra.” “Suffice it to say that the fighting has stopped. Vortua now enjoys the protection of The Imperial Legions and benefits from a road that brings trade from Isra, but hasn’t yet returned to what it once was. Even with Isra’s support, deep wounds take time to heal, but it hasn’t helped that Vortua lacks a head of state. I have installed a provisional governor and an administrative team, and while they are capable of keeping Vortua afloat, they lack the direction, capability, and authority to steer the metaphorical ship to greatness as a state.” “However, documents have surfaced that say that through the convoluted rules of inheritance and the treaties signed at the conclusion of the civil war, there is now a rightful heir to the Dukeship — this handsome bastard right here. Rudiger, stand up.” The Empress gestures with both hands, directing the room’s attention to Rudiger Dornmauer . “He is as he claims, Sir Rudiger Mindaugas of Voruta, and he will be declared Imperial Duke of The Grand Duchy of Vortua in a ceremony sometime in the coming weeks. I have spent some time preparing him, and though it seems he’s not quite comfortable in that suit yet, I believe he will do well as The Duke. He is a man of upstanding character, skilled with the blade, with a sense of duty and selflessness too rarely seen — all of which I believe to be more essential to rulership than depth perception.” Again, The Empress gestures to Rudiger, this time smirking. “I now leave the table open. If anyone would like to more thoroughly introduce themselves, launch questions, make proposals, deliver announcements, or bring matters up for discussion…” She trails off, gesturing to imply that everyone should feel free to do so at this time. With that, The Empress sits. She has a few items she intends to bring up later but will be saving until then.
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Queen Audrey I von Audria
Established
Supreme Sorceress
Roleplay posts: 45
Age: 30
Physical Description: A beautiful lady with sun-kissed skin, entrancing blue eyes, and a fair complexion with long, flowing crimson hair.
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Clothes and Equipment: An assortment of expensive fashion and attire suitable for a lady of her stature.
Lady Audrey also carries various gems which increase her magical talent, or perhaps help to control it.
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Registered: Sept 25, 2015 14:39:52 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Audrey I von Audria on Nov 23, 2018 7:31:01 GMT -8
Audrey is at least somewhat pleased at the dismissal of Waldemar; although he was a good man to have around for protection, he was not the type to bring into such a meeting as this. The Queen listened to what Naoki had to say, and offered a congratulatory smile at Rudiger - hoping to encourage his new position.
The Empress moves to give the table to another, and Audrey does not hesitate to stand and comply. "Thank you, Empress," she says. "And congratulations on your ascension, Rudiger Dornmauer. I know full well that a change in leadership can breed dissent, and I have no doubt the Isran Legions can support your right-to-rule without much trouble... but I hereby pledge to assist you, Rudiger, and your people - the Vorutans - should you have need of our support." The Queen once more casts a complimentary smile towards the man before focusing on all others in attendance.
"Our burgeoning nation grows," she begins, "and we would see you all as friends. Our borders remain open to your merchants, and I am here to extend a hand to them all - no trader will be turned away at our gates."
The Queen offers a courteous bow before taking her seat and offering the table to the next representative.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Nov 25, 2018 8:50:06 GMT -8
Rudiger had been listening rather intently to Empress Naoki, but hadn't expected her to launch right into him as a subject matter. He stood up with all the dignity he could muster as Naoki called on him. He didn't quite know if handsome and bastard quite belonged at a diplomatic function such as this. Well, technically bastard was the correct term since he was conceived out of wedlock, but he didn't think it was the polite one. Oh well, it wasn't for him to decide what was custom or not because clearly this was his first summit he had ever attended.
He bowed slightly at the waist as he made his own introduction, "I am who Her Majesty the Empress proclaims, Sir Rudiger Minduagas. I look forward to fostering bonds of friendship and trade with all who wish to make the journey to our homeland."
It took him a few seconds before he caught onto Naoki's joke at his expense, and his face started turning something of a light red from embarrassment. Was this all he was in the eyes of the powerful? An item to chide and joke at? What had he gotten himself into? He sat back down slowly, feeling both sickened and frustrated at the same time.
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Deidra Nofaló
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 22
Physical Description: She stands at a formidable 178 centimeters and is exceedingly well trained and toned. She has an athletic build that had been nurtured since she began her training as a knight at 7 years old. Her hair is a golden blonde and is usually carefully braided back or twisted in a bun when in combat or training. She has piercing grey eyes that seem to take all of the surroundings and she doesn't have the most approachable outwardly expression.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically carries a long sword and a buckler with her. Built into the pommel of her sword is her family's crest, the winged wolf. This is also mirrored in her more ornate armor which has the wolf's head built into her shoulder and the wings in her elbows and behind her knees. She prefers to wear a lighter set of armor when training and sparring though or when walking around town so she can blend in more easily without being recognized.
Allegiances: Edan
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever I'm awake. *Shrugs*
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 12:12:12 GMT -8
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Post by Deidra Nofaló on Nov 25, 2018 16:22:07 GMT -8
Deidra noticed her companion's state almost immediately and reflexively placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, giving him a small squeeze as she sat up slightly. She was surprised more people hadn't had some reaction to her statement as to her identity, but she supposed it was for the better. There was a good amount of shock though as she realized... just who her friend truly was. Or had become since the parted ways.
"From my travels with Rudiger, I can say he is a good man. One with a strong backbone and... a decent moral compass. I can honestly say if Edan ever chose to open its borders, I would not be afraid to negotiate with Rudiger and those he has chosen as friends." She spoke up after a few heart beats, her hands elegantly folded on the table in front of her. "...That is quite the compliment from a country whose borders have been hidden for as long as it's existed. He is probably the best man for the job as the empress has said." She turned to Rudiger then, giving him another half smile. "And you know you have my support should you ever need an extra hand with a blade. So long as a map isn't involved."
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Sinipius
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Physical Age: 43 Actual Age: 267
Physical Description: _____________________________________________________________
Sinipius has narrowed and shrewd dark brown eyes. His jaw is square and strong, yet obscured by his thick black facial hair which is kept very well groomed and immaculate through both magical and non-magical applications. Though at first glance Sinipius appears scholarly due to his thick magical robes and intelligent eyes, he is a warrior through and through; standing at six feet three and well built with lean muscle.
Sinipius has numerous tattoos he keeps hidden under his clothing. They have no impact on his magical abilities and are merely cosmetic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Sinipius wears thick robes over black leather armor. The latter of which is enchanted to increase its durability and strength, making it almost as strong as steel.
Strapped to his hip is a slender and sleek claymore decorated with gold etchings and a ruby embedded in the pommel. It, too, is enchanted, but instead of strength, it is made lighter by the magic, yet doesn't sacrifice balance, enabling Sinipius to wield it in a single hand. However, in the case of anti-magic, he is just as competent wielding it in its heavier form.
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Player's online availability : Evenings (US Eastern), Sundays and Mondays
Registered: Jun 11, 2018 13:34:07 GMT -8
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Post by Sinipius on Nov 29, 2018 15:32:11 GMT -8
Sinipius followed the proceedings with a bored look and his hand absentmindedly rubbing his coarse beard. He had let it grow during his travels to Isra. Too long, in his opinion. If one was observing close enough, they may have noticed how the mage's facial hair began to recede, as if his chin was sucking back the hair it had taken so long to produce and, within just a minute, just short, neat, stubble of dark bristles remained. Well groomed, to boot. Ah, much better.His hand returned to his face and he continued to rub it thoughtfully, trying to recall what he knew of Voruta. Which was, to his chagrin, very little. He realized that he may have read up on the wrong subject on the way here and frowned. Sighing, Sinipius raised his hand up to chest level, palm face up, and a quiet " pop" sounded as an old leatherbound book materialized in the air and landed neatly in his hand...almost as if he's done this once or twice before. On the cover of the old and worn leather cover read " Mikołaj Kopernik, On the Posterity of the Heavenly Horsemen", a history text of the Duchy of Voruta. As the guests around the table discussed the topic at hand, Sinipius busied himself with quickly skimming over the old yellowed pages. His eyes blinked rapidly from left to right and the pages continuously turned at such a speed Sinipius could feel cool air being fanned into his face. The movements were made silent by his magic so not to disturb the others, but the sight of many pages seemingly turning on their own might be distracting if in one's peripheral vision. Even one as well learned and talented as Sinipius could not have finished the entire book in mere minutes, it was too thick, but, after skipping much of the beginning history and skimming over what he considered unimportant, he was done. He learned all that he wanted to learn. What was necessary for the Summit. Using the hand that was holding it up, Sinipius closed the book with a " thud" and as soon as the pages closed against each other, the book disappeared, sent back to where it came...with an equally quiet, but noticeable " pop". Looking up, he addressed Naoki. "Forgive my interruption, Empress, but when this particular discussion winds down, please grant me the permission to speak. I would like to make a small offer regarding the topic of Voruta." After he was done speaking, he leaned back into the chair and waited patiently...
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Nov 29, 2018 16:14:46 GMT -8
Watching the proceedings, The Empress twirls her quill.
Rudiger’s friend there arouses interest. She claims to be from the “hidden Isle of Edan,” a hitherto unknown region; and it doesn’t seem like she’s bluffing. One of many things hiding in The Misty Seas, Naoki assumes. There are many questions she suspects others at the table share, but this isn’t the time to call Deidra out and start quizzing her. Later, perhaps.
When Sinipius speaks up, The Empress’s attention shifts to him. She does a brief double-take — he had a beard a moment ago. But a casual display of magic on the part of the delegation from Velmerys is in keeping with their character, she supposes. Someone is probably unnerved by it.
The Empress nods, gesturing to Sinipius, “Go ahead.”
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Sinipius
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Physical Age: 43 Actual Age: 267
Physical Description: _____________________________________________________________
Sinipius has narrowed and shrewd dark brown eyes. His jaw is square and strong, yet obscured by his thick black facial hair which is kept very well groomed and immaculate through both magical and non-magical applications. Though at first glance Sinipius appears scholarly due to his thick magical robes and intelligent eyes, he is a warrior through and through; standing at six feet three and well built with lean muscle.
Sinipius has numerous tattoos he keeps hidden under his clothing. They have no impact on his magical abilities and are merely cosmetic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Sinipius wears thick robes over black leather armor. The latter of which is enchanted to increase its durability and strength, making it almost as strong as steel.
Strapped to his hip is a slender and sleek claymore decorated with gold etchings and a ruby embedded in the pommel. It, too, is enchanted, but instead of strength, it is made lighter by the magic, yet doesn't sacrifice balance, enabling Sinipius to wield it in a single hand. However, in the case of anti-magic, he is just as competent wielding it in its heavier form.
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Player's online availability : Evenings (US Eastern), Sundays and Mondays
Registered: Jun 11, 2018 13:34:07 GMT -8
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Post by Sinipius on Nov 29, 2018 17:43:17 GMT -8
Sinipius raised a curious eyebrow, but nodded. He thought more would be said by the others first, but he wasn't going to argue. "As I am sure we are all aware, the time immediately after the acquisition of new territory, especially one undergoing such a complicated and convoluted succession, can be a troubling period. Frankly put, it is a time where the power-hungry parasites tend to come out of the woodwork." Sinipius took a very brief pause to turn his attention to Rudiger Dornmauer. "...and they will be eyeing your throne, Mr. Dornmauer." Sinipius offered the man a half smile. A humorless one. Then he returned his gaze back to Naoki.
"I am offering military support as aid during these potentially trying times for the Vorutan people. Supplied and funded by the Velmerys Empire. Elite troops from my own personal retinue. Battlemages adept in both pyromantics and swordsmanship, and equipped in the finest gear our craftsmen can produce. A good compliment to Vorutan heavy cavalry should the need for action arise. Of course," he continued, switching his attention over to Rudiger once more. His half-smile reappeared, only this time it looked more like a smirk. "If you happen to have the same...prejudices as your fellows, then I can offer a detachment of swordsman made up of our lower classes. Not as well equipped or trained, but battle-hardened veterans all the same...and magic free."
He told himself he wouldn't speak for the Queen. That he would let her lead and he would simply observe, but he saw an opportunity and he took it. Even if it ended up being worthless in the end, it would at least open the door for further diplomacy between the two empires. Also, this serves Bel right for treating him like a helpless old man and signing in for him and pinning the stupid button on for him. The gall.
"All I ask in return is Irsa's agreement not to interfere with Velmery Imperium foreign policies, within reason of course, but I am certain such exceptions will not arise for some time, if ever. And to acknowledge the Khoral Indaar mountain range as sovereign territory of the Imperium." Sinipius' elbows had been resting on the table's surface as he finished speaking, fingers steepled, and he studied Naoki's face for a reaction. Velmery's was a long way from this place, and it wouldn't surprise him if the Imperium's war against the dwarves under the Indaar mountains had gone unnoticed.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Nov 29, 2018 18:15:34 GMT -8
Rudiger gave Deidra something of a half hearted smile as she placed her hand on his shoulder, at least one thing reassuring him he had made the right choice. He did raise his eyebrow as she mentioned being a princess as well, making him question if all knights on the road secretly were inheritors to some positions of power well above their humble station. Though it did certainly suit her regal bearing. "Thank you," he uttered softly yet sincerely.
His eyebrow cocked when he noticed the rather odd theatrics of the elderly statesmen. It seemed a rather trivial use of magic, to shave and conjure a book during the middle of a diplomatic meeting, but who was he to judge? He listened intently to his propositions for Voruta, and was rather touched by the man's generous offers... until he realized he was just being used as a pawn to curry favor with the Empress. A free company to guard a tumultuous province so the Empire wouldn't need to waste Isran tax money to do the same.
A scowl did cross his face when Sinipius made unwarranted presumptions about Rudiger's stances on the use of magic, "I have traveled for far too long to hold those opinions Sir, but I fear that if I rode back at the head of a foreign unit of magical users, it would undermine my throne far worst than what I would already face." He left it to Empress Naoki to make the final decision on all the terms, but his argument had been made.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Nov 29, 2018 19:19:49 GMT -8
Listening to Sinipius, The Empress’s expression gradually shifts to one of confusion. She sits quietly and listens as Rudiger chimes in before responding.
“I appreciate your… offer,” The Empress supposes, “But — and I mean nothing by this,” she adds as an aside to Rudiger, “I do not fear a peasant rebellion in Vortua in the slightest.”
“Yes, there will be some level of agitation in The Duchy as Rudiger assumes the throne, but considering he is being put there by request of the two most powerful noble houses, I do not expect armed rebellion. If there is, I’m sure that Rudiger will be able to handle it — if not in a peaceful manner, with the assistance of the Legion that is already present in Vortua for defense and potentially agents sent from Isra.”
“Failing that,” The Empress continues, raising one finger, “The soldiers in Isra’s Legions outnumber The Duchy’s population by a significant margin. Thank you for offering aid, but Isra does not want for soldiers, and the possibility of armed rebellion in Vortua is a non-issue.”
“Though your offer does lead me to wonder what sort of foreign policy you’re practicing that you wouldn’t like to be interfered with,” The Empress adds, looking between the Velmery representatives. It isn’t necessarily a question, but a failure to answer by the Velmery delegation would constitute a response regardless.
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Sinipius
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Physical Age: 43 Actual Age: 267
Physical Description: _____________________________________________________________
Sinipius has narrowed and shrewd dark brown eyes. His jaw is square and strong, yet obscured by his thick black facial hair which is kept very well groomed and immaculate through both magical and non-magical applications. Though at first glance Sinipius appears scholarly due to his thick magical robes and intelligent eyes, he is a warrior through and through; standing at six feet three and well built with lean muscle.
Sinipius has numerous tattoos he keeps hidden under his clothing. They have no impact on his magical abilities and are merely cosmetic.
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Clothes and Equipment: Sinipius wears thick robes over black leather armor. The latter of which is enchanted to increase its durability and strength, making it almost as strong as steel.
Strapped to his hip is a slender and sleek claymore decorated with gold etchings and a ruby embedded in the pommel. It, too, is enchanted, but instead of strength, it is made lighter by the magic, yet doesn't sacrifice balance, enabling Sinipius to wield it in a single hand. However, in the case of anti-magic, he is just as competent wielding it in its heavier form.
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Player's online availability : Evenings (US Eastern), Sundays and Mondays
Registered: Jun 11, 2018 13:34:07 GMT -8
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Post by Sinipius on Nov 30, 2018 13:48:40 GMT -8
Sinipius nodded at both Rudiger's and Naoki's statement and frowned thoughtfully. He wasn't terribly surprised the offer was turned down, but it was worth a shot. "I understand," he told the both of them.
When Naoki continued, Sinipius smirked before replying. "Oh, nothing too nefarious, I assure you," he responded half-jokingly, waving a hand dismissively. "Our situation wasn't unlike the current Voruta one. We fell on hard times followed by a tumultuous succession. We lost large portions of our territory and have slowly been reclaiming what was once ours. The situation in the Khoral Indaar Mountains is no different; Official recognition that the mountain range is ours by such a powerful sovereign state such as yours may have helped avoid needless bloodshed reclaiming what already belongs to us. But, alas, it seems we must continue with the hard way. Something the Velmery's people have grown accustomed too, unfortunately." When Sinipius was done speaking, he removed his arms from the table and leaned back in his chair.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
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Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Dec 1, 2018 16:58:56 GMT -8
“Uh-huh.” The Empress raises one eyebrow and wonders what he hoped to accomplish with that. Now the entire table is aware that The Velmerys use powerful magic and have an expansionist streak. That probably won him all sorts of points with Tawakoshi, and hopefully set off some red flags with everyone else.
“What I said doesn’t constitute a refusal to recognize anything or anything beyond declining your offer to bring your soldiers to Vortua,” she adds, speaking out loud.
If Sinipius wanted to discuss the mountains he should have done that, but it seems like he’s finished now. Velmerys will probably end up citing this later as justification for something, but there’s not much more to be done about that.
It seems like the table is open again, so The Empress glances across it. For some, this is their first diplomatic exchange, and she hopes that they might more thoroughly introduce themselves, perhaps share their policies, intentions, or goals for attending the summit.
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Setseg
Established
Princess of the Tamorjin
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 17
Physical Description: Barely above five feet, Set does not tower, nor does she intimidate. Her face is round with the last bits of baby fat she's yet to grow out of. Though she certainly doesn't miss out on meals, she is only just slim due to some exercise had from horseback riding and training in archery.
Clothes and Equipment: Set wears nothing less than the most extravagant dresses made from fine and expensive cloth and furs.
Allegiances: Tamorjin
Registered: Nov 4, 2018 20:21:02 GMT -8
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Post by Setseg on Dec 1, 2018 22:42:53 GMT -8
Riveting.
Already tensions were so high. When she looked at Rudiger, she caught a mild sense of shame sliding across his face. She met him outside and he did not announce himself to be a successor! Even if he was a bastard one, it seemed he had earned something of the Empress' trust. If not that, then her acceptance, for one reason or another. She would be keeping two eyes on this man... which was more than he could keep on her!
For a few moments, her attention shifted to the other princess. It was not surprising that she had also not heard of The Hidden Isle of Edan. Going by the name, it must have been quite inconspicuous. Was that on purpose?
There was also a fiery-haired queen at the table who announced an all-too-friendly proposal to the table as a whole. Most nations did not usually wish for such peace: only the power to bother or not be bothered. Still, a trade deal with foreigners so far outside their borders could benefit the Tamorjin. Sarita-Sonam, the governor of Giant's Hand, was already asking Outlanders for help. Perhaps now was the time to swipe the opportunity from under her feet.
Before she could even think to speak, another case rose up. The cranky-looking one- Sinipius, was it?- rose to address Sir Mindaugas. Odd. The sharp-featured blonde seemed to Altansetseg to be the more talkative one. She was proven wrong rather swiftly!
The following events had the young girl hiding the tiniest smile behind her laced fingers. When all fell quiet again, she chose to rise next. She was so small that it was almost difficult to tell that she had done so without her gesture.
"Firstly, I congratulate Sir Rudiger Mindaugas. Rising to power is no easy task, and while I do not believe familial succession is a wise way to run a group of people, it seems you have far more than that to help you rise to the occasion. May your wisdom and sense of duty see you through the hardest of times."
"This brings me to my second topic: I am the princess of the Tamorjin, and while I work tirelessly to prove myself to the Khan, succession will undoubtedly go to my brother, the Crown Prince Tayang. He is quite intelligent, trained with a sword, and brave. He can fight at the front lines. Despite all this, he is lacking in diplomacy. You see, my father, he is no politician."
She paused, letting her eyes scan every face in the room.
"He is a conqueror. Even now, he rips through the steppes and decimates villages, adding those who are capable to his ranks. He rose to the throne by ripping the last Khan to shreds, a man twice his size. He values strength. Since the Queen-Consort perished, he knows little else. As you might have deduced, I am not here on his behalf. The people of my tribe are precious to me, and while we are warriors, I do not wish to see our rich culture dissolved until we are only warriors. We are also herders and scholars. We are strategists and poets. We are as you all are: rich and diverse."
"I am not here to ask for my father to be killed. I love him, as he loves me. As fierce as the Khan is, he would never seek to harm me. What I do ask for is support in becoming the next Khan. I did mention that I am to be married soon."
A smile graced her lips again, eyebrows raising.
"Marriage to another tribe, group, nation... it might grant me the status I need to overthrow my brother in a battle I excel at."
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Kojuro Hizashi
Dedicated
Lord of Kiyonai
Roleplay posts: 354
Age: 23
Physical Description: Kojuro stands at a little above average height, and a slender, athletic build. His dark brown hair falls to just beneath chin level, and he usually wears it tied back. His eyes are a bright brown colour, so light as to be close to orange. He is usually well but simply dressed, and carries himself with a relaxed air, taking most things in his stride. He has several recently acquired scars, including a sword cut to his left arm which has left him only partial use of that hand, and a another from a sword cut along his jawline on the right side.
Clothes and Equipment: He is normally dressed in conventional attire for his culture and social class. As a lord, his clothing is high quality, though not ostentatious. For everyday wear a simple kosode and hakama, silk courtly robes for official duties, and armour on the battlefield. He prefers greens and blues, though often may be wearing the maroon and gold of the Hizashi clan.
In battle he can be noticed from a distance by the dragonfly crest on his helmet. He also wears a surcoat in Hizashi maroon and gold and a set of lacquered armour bearing the Hizashi clan cherry blossom crest. In battle he is armed with a tachi (long sword) and a tanto (dagger), and also carries a fan to signal orders. He will also be found carrying his swords everywhere, as is usual for samurai.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi, The Hizashi Clan
Player's online availability : For play: Some evenings, GMT. I am not around every day for RP, because life. For chatting/PMs: Most days/eves GMT.
Registered: May 10, 2017 13:44:12 GMT -8
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Post by Kojuro Hizashi on Dec 2, 2018 13:56:00 GMT -8
Apparently boots on the table was a step too far even for the casual mannered Israns, and Lord Waldemar left to a mainly silent room, aside from the very quiet murmur of “good riddance” from somewhere. Once the doors closed behind him, Kojuro listened carefully to the Empress’s announcement hoping to absorb as much as possible. From what he had gathered previously about the way things worked over this side of the world, Dukes were something like Daimyos and Duchies were a type of province. Like everyone else, his eyes were drawn over to Sir Rudiger, now inheriting a province that he probably never expected to. He felt he could identify with this, and watched in sympathy as Rudiger blushed at becoming the centre of attention. It seemed that Deirdra, the woman he had briefly met in the ballroom was willing to vouch for his character too, as Rudiger offered bonds of friendship. “Congratulations, Sir Rudiger,” he offered with a smile, “I hope we of Tawakoshi can take you up on that one day.”
Obviously, Audria was a different matter, and there wasn’t much of a reception from the Tawakoshi delegation to Queen Audrey’s proposal. Not everyone offering friendship here meant it, despite the words being on more than a few lips. It was a shame that already there was someone here whose word he must disbelieve, but at least it meant that Kojuro wasn’t going into the Summit full of hopeless naivety. Queen Audrey’s presence would help him to remember how the Lord Homura and Lady Kiri were treated, and to be at least a little guarded in his dealings with the foreign nations.
The next set of proceedings took on an altogether different tone as the man Sinipius suddenly conjured a book out of the air. Kojuro stared until he caught himself doing so and glanced towards Akagi, as if to ask him if such things were normal here. Such a casual use of magic, just popping things into and out of existence! And did he not just have a beard a moment ago, or did he imagine it? How did he get dressed in the morning, just magic his clothes on? Magic himself from his home to the royal palace? Magic food inside his stomach instead of eating? Aside from these questions ricocheting through his mind, Kojuro sat quietly and listened to the exchange with the Velmerys Wizard, Lord Rudiger, and the Empress, following the politics as best he could. Battle mages and pyromantics… he would definitely be making sure to visit Ezia Chigusa for a review of the House of Reason’s barriers when they returned home to Tawakoshi.
He was quite surprised when the young girl next to him stood up to speak next. He could understand what she meant quite clearly. A warrior society without culture was nothing more than barbarism. There had to be a balance between the arts of peace and war. But while he nodded to her when she searched the eyes of the room, he made no reply. He wasn’t about to put himself forward for marriage, aside from anything else, that was a task for Ryuzo. She wanted help, but he had to wonder what the other party would be getting from the arrangement.
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Deidra Nofaló
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 22
Physical Description: She stands at a formidable 178 centimeters and is exceedingly well trained and toned. She has an athletic build that had been nurtured since she began her training as a knight at 7 years old. Her hair is a golden blonde and is usually carefully braided back or twisted in a bun when in combat or training. She has piercing grey eyes that seem to take all of the surroundings and she doesn't have the most approachable outwardly expression.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically carries a long sword and a buckler with her. Built into the pommel of her sword is her family's crest, the winged wolf. This is also mirrored in her more ornate armor which has the wolf's head built into her shoulder and the wings in her elbows and behind her knees. She prefers to wear a lighter set of armor when training and sparring though or when walking around town so she can blend in more easily without being recognized.
Allegiances: Edan
Player's online availability : Pretty much whenever I'm awake. *Shrugs*
Registered: Aug 5, 2018 12:12:12 GMT -8
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Post by Deidra Nofaló on Dec 2, 2018 14:19:50 GMT -8
Deidra was relieved when Rudiger rejected the shifty sorcerers' offer of aid. She knew he was a good judge of character, but she truly didn't like the look or the ultimatum the man presented. She had nothing to fear though with Rudiger.
When the young woman spoke up next though and presented her dilemma, her face softened as she felt a pang of empathy sweep through her-much to Gundulf's chagrin. How could she not though as a fellow woman fighting for a place in power. Though she was the sole heir to the throne, there was she the matter of her cousin whom a faction had tried to push forward, not thinking a Queen would be strong enough to rule the realm. She had more than proven herself and continued to do so, trying always to push Edan forward. It was what she was doing on the pilgrimage to the Overworld in the first place. Trying evaluate if the Overworld was truly so terrible and brash that Edan could not open it's borders.
Their society and culture was too old and close minded-they needed to be opened to the possibilities the mainland offered.
Though not completely the same, she sympathized with the young woman and she turned to her, leaning forward towards her.
"What kind of support would you require? Protection? Or endorsement? I'm afraid with the relative lack of knowledge of Edan, I wouldn't be much help with the latter, but the former I can offer should you like. I would support you." She said without the least bit of hesitance.
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Lady Venus
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 169
Age: 6,450
Physical Description: Venus's form changes in perception according to who percieves her. Her true facade is that of an alluring, yet horrifying demon with brown, muddied hair, green eyes and a serpentine tail. With
Clothes and Equipment: Somewhat scantily clad, Venus wears little more than a two piece. Her top would cover barely her midriff, and be strapped around the neck, while the bottom piece would go down to mid-thigh.
Registered: Jan 11, 2018 0:20:50 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Venus on Dec 2, 2018 14:29:58 GMT -8
Venus raises a brow at the girl. This was the politics she was used to. The backstabbing betrayal, the treacherous deceit. It was where she felt most at ease, her mind drifting towards her youth in the Brimstone Court.
She thumbed the locks of her hair, as they gradually lightened in hue to a strawberry blonde. She briefly wondered what could possess her to clash colors so awfully so.
"The Tamorjin.. Leadership is passed down to the most capable child of the current.. Khan? He values strength, as you have said. Would it not be better seen for you to strike your brother down and claim the position of heir apparent, rather than rely upon diplomatic ties? No matter how skillfully crafted a blade may be, magic will triumph over steel. You would, and do correct me if I'm wrong, I know not of how your father thinks, be far more respected if you did it like that." She said cooly, tapping her gold nail onto the table. Her eyes flickered as she glanced at Naoki, gauging if the Empress was annoyed by Venus' interference.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
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An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Dec 2, 2018 17:58:54 GMT -8
Observing the proceedings in complete silence, by all appearances Grandma seemed to be about to doze off for a nap. She had situated herself in a rather comfortable position in her seat and was currently resting her chin on one hand. Stifling a yawn, her gaze shifted around the table rather quickly given the glazed over look in her eyes
Lord Waldemar had gotten himself ejected, which was a shame given he was one of the only people she had spoken to before the Summit. He was likely happy to find himself kicked from the meeting judging by their earlier conversation. Then there was the announcement for Rudiger, something Grandma didn’t have much of an opinion on. She supposed some here might consider it a notable announcement, but she couldn’t share such a sentiment herself.
Then there was the mage from Velmerys. He was an interesting fellow, someone Grandma would perhaps look to talk to at a later date, although his use of party tricks was something Grandma found a bit tasteless. Perhaps he wished to shake up the delegates from Tawakoshi and unnerve any others here who weren’t familiar with magic? His proposal to Isra made little sense to Grandma and it was of no surprise that Naoki immediately shot it down. The idea of offering Isra assistance against some unhappy peasants was laughable.
Finally, there was the princess from Tamorjin. She was here looking for someone to marry so that she could succeed her father in becoming the Khan. The situation was almost certain to be exceptionally messy and potentially violent, but if the nation was worth sending some of Isra’s tendrils towards, there were plenty of people Naoki could offer the girl to marry to gain a bit of clout.
Eyes refocusing, Grandma looked over at Robert Fletcher, offering the man a slight smile.
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Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 29
Physical Description: Black hair matches a pair of green eyes and well-tanned skin. His hands bear numerous scars from rope burns and large splinters, as do his legs. He is well-muscled, looking more like a dock-worker than a daimyo, but he emphasizes the ability to do personally what he commands others to do. It is not uncommon that he smells of the sea, in fact he tends to bathe in it, using the power of the sea to cleanse his body.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears traditional samurai armor, which has been carefully constructed and enchanted to prevent damage by corrosion or rust in the salty environment he is often found in. His katana has received the same treatment, the handle wrapped in the skin of a monstrous shark, the blade forged from the toughest steel.
Registered: Jun 27, 2016 9:39:02 GMT -8
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Post by Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku on Dec 3, 2018 4:48:19 GMT -8
Akagi motioned subtly to Kojuro that all was normal, a slight smile creasing his face.
This was getting interesting indeed, and a highly magically profilic nation with those kind of tendencies could be quite problematic.
"I would second the notion of simply challenging your brother for rule. Perhaps I am simply ignorant of your culture, in which case forgive me, but would not your new husband take control if you win?"
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