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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2015 20:06:44 GMT -8
The Duke of Carmean was expecting more, but it didn't bother him that the young woman was not forth coming with information. In fact, if he had to choose between a chatty woman and a reserved one, he'd most assuredly choose the reserved one.
"And why is it you have come to Gauldin?" he asked, focused on Ashani.
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Ashani
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Post by Ashani on Dec 15, 2015 20:25:34 GMT -8
She thought for a moment. It was clear to him that she may have been somewhat nervous, though careful as ever in her presentation as she organized her case. "I... travel. My quest is in the pursuit of all lessons in the arcane arts, and I started my journey when I became orphaned. I have exerted every moment and bit of effort I've had to learning everything that I can, but my progress has been uncoordinated and without guidance. I was waiting for the academy in Medan to open, but the project was abandoned due to unforeseen economic recession. So, I decided to turn north, to this land of Gauldin, hoping I may one day be able to study at the esteemed Royal Academy of the Arcane. It was shortly after speaking with the Arch Magister that I went downtown to go window shopping and... there was a terrorist attack."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2015 20:51:41 GMT -8
"Hm," he said, listening to her story. He lifted his thumbs apart, tapped them together, and then let them rest again. Maximiliean's head tipped only so subtly to the side. "And what did Diodorus have to say of you?" he asked, easily speaking the Arch Magus' name.
A clerk entered the room with the Valois Crest on his chest. "Forgive me, Your Grace, but the Duchess has a message." The Duke nodded, and he bent to whisper it into the Duke's ear. Maximilien frowned. "I care very little what Arianne has done with the wedding feast food." He gestured with one hand that the clerk was dismissed, and then resettled himself and his attention onto Ashani.
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Ashani
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Post by Ashani on Dec 15, 2015 23:37:26 GMT -8
She waited for the servant to go before answering.
"He didn't tell me much, really. Seemed the strong, silent type. He said I'd need a sponsor, in order to be enrolled in the academy."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2015 9:55:19 GMT -8
"You will," the Duke answered, and he unfolded his hands to sit forward. bracing his forearms on the edge of the desk he had occupied. His fingers were still loosely crossed, and by the ink smudges on his fingertips, it seemed as if he had been writing letters for quite a while.
"I would like to reward you with a sponsorship to the Royal Acadamy of the Arcane," the Duke told Ashani, "for your service to the future Queen of Gauldin. Of course, the sponsorship will not come without it strings."
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Ashani
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Post by Ashani on Dec 16, 2015 10:26:26 GMT -8
"You... you would do that for me? Thank you very much... I.. I don't know what to say."
Relief overtook her as her entire journey did indeed have some purpose to it--that she was not turned away on the basis of having a lack of noble connections or Gauldish citizenship.
"Though I must ask... what do you mean by the sponsorship will not come without strings?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2015 11:12:06 GMT -8
"You must know that the Royal Academy does not have a high number of graduates. Perfection is expected, and we are all but human, prone to making mistakes. When it comes to the arcane, however, mistakes can mean your life, or the lives of those around you. It is these exacting principles that have made the Royal Academy the place where Legends are made."
He paused for a moment, glancing over his shoulder when another man in liveried costume entered into the library. He looked back to Ashani.
"I expect you to graduate. I expect to receive reports on your progress. You'll be expected to attend my social events, and after you have graduated from the Royal Academy, I expected a year's service to the Queen, as her Magus Premier."
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Ashani
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Post by Ashani on Dec 16, 2015 11:24:15 GMT -8
It was a lot to take in. Yet, she knew she'd owe something for such a grand opportunity. Perfection did not sound discouraging; it sounded exciting. A year's service did not seem too bad--a year would be over before she knew it. That wouldn't be for awhile; yet she knew she had to stay attuned to the noble goings-on in Gauldin from this point forward. She could not afford to disappoint her sponsor.
"Yes sir.. I understand. I will stay in touch with you regularly and I also would like to know, how long is the average advancement through the academy, from first-year to graduation?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2015 13:23:51 GMT -8
"That will depend on your test with Diodorus," the Duke answered Ashani. He leaned forward and picked up his quill as the messenger made it to him and whispered something in his ear. The Duke nodded to him, and instead of the messenger leaving, he took a step back.
"I'll arrange for you to be tested early with the Arch Magus," the duke said, setting the quill he had just picked up back in its ink well. He rose gracefully from his seat. "Wait for my missive. Your presence will be expected at the wedding, and I'll have a seamstress sent 'round to give you appropriate clothing."
The Duke began walking away and then paused, only to turn half-way back to her. "Madamoiselle Ashani, you should fear the Arch Magus' disappointment. And you should fear mine even more."
He gave a genteel bow of his head to her, and then left the palatial library where they had had their meeting.
With brisk steps, the older gentleman made his way through the palace to @thestryxians . He took in the messenger, and spoke.
"The King is currently attending an emergency of the state," the Duke told the messenger. "I am the Duke of Carmean, his father in law. I can see your message delivered safely and untouched to the King."
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Ashani
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Post by Ashani on Dec 16, 2015 14:14:23 GMT -8
The girl nodded solemnly. Pressure had never been so great on her. Finally, perhaps she could have some structure and standards beyond her own to adhere to. As the duke left, she stood for a moment absorbing the gravity of her life's drastic change. There were good things and frightening things about her dream unfolding before her very eyes, and then she realized she was surrounded by the good things. The library became a place in which she got lost for several hours. Absorbed in going through various subjects and titles, identifying pieces and authors worth returning to and exploring every nook and cranny of the library, Ashani did not make it back to her room until evening.
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King Renaux of Travére
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The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Dec 16, 2015 16:09:09 GMT -8
Renaux returns to the palace as the sun is beginning to set. He asks after the Duke and is directed to the library. When he gets there he addresses the Duke formally.
"Lord Valois I was wondering if you could spare a moment of your time. I have an idea of what to do about the wedding. I wanted to get your opinion before proceeding."
As he says this Renaux takes a seat across from the Duke.
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Zigi Stardus
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Physical Description: Well-hung, Snow-white tan, god-given ass, funky red hair, slim but athletic build. 6'1" height.
Clothes and Equipment: Eyepatch, stylish clothes
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Post by Zigi Stardus on Dec 16, 2015 19:30:20 GMT -8
Zigi would inform a servant that he needed to check up with someone out in the city he was supposed to meet. He would be back of course since he was invited by the king. <Exit's to Alley near the Hall of the Sky>
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Zigi Stardus
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Leader of the Starlight Spider Party
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 32
Physical Description: Well-hung, Snow-white tan, god-given ass, funky red hair, slim but athletic build. 6'1" height.
Clothes and Equipment: Eyepatch, stylish clothes
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Post by Zigi Stardus on Dec 16, 2015 19:57:04 GMT -8
Zigi returned later looking somber. He'd be waiting in his guest room until he was summoned. He lamented, sitting slumped down in a chair sipping bourbon. Zigi was on the cusp of having his nobility restored, but at the cost of his baby brother, slain by some callous villain! He'd finish his drink and take a rest to sober up. "What a fucking day..."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2015 8:21:13 GMT -8
The Duke returned to the library where he had set up a temporary office, away from the distraction of his wife and her women. As soon as he entered the palatial room, one of his men came to him and murmured something quietly. Around the bend of book cases he went, to where the desks were set before the great windows overlooking all of Travere, and there he saw the young king.
"Your Majesty," the Duke greeted in his usual serious tones. He gestures to the seat opposite his and settles himself, before listening to what the young king had wanted to ask. The Duke was mildly shocked. This morning, it had not seemed like the King had wanted advice from anyone about anything. His surprise, however, was only the brief perking of a brow.
"A moment," he said to the King, and turned to one of his clerks. "Find a seamstress within the city of good repute and bring her to Madamoiselle's chambers. I'll pay whatever price is necessary to see her gowned appropriately." The clerk nodded and walked away and the Duke laid his eyes on the King.
"What are your thoughts on the wedding?"
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King Renaux of Travére
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The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Dec 17, 2015 10:21:10 GMT -8
Renaux eyed the Duke for a moment considering the man. Duke Valois had been one of the kings primary advisors for thr last two years, yet Renaux barely knew him. The extent of the kings experience with the Duke lead him to know he was a man of unwavering pragmatism, and a private belief that the Duke hated Renauxs guts. Which is why it had come as a suprise to Renaux when Duke Valois, Renaux couldn't think of the man as Maxwell, suggested that Renaux marry his daughter. Overall Renaux had no idea how his idea would go over with the Duke but he says as calm as ever.
"I thought on what you said about showing the people that we are not afraid. And I concluded that we should also show the people they don't need to be afraid. To that end I suggest we continue with the wedding tomorrow evening. However we will change the venue and the guest list. We will host the event in the park and every citizen in the city will be invited. During the event we declare that the following week will be one of mourning, but that tonight we show those who would cow us that we stand strong. We give the people a spark of hope a reminder no matter how bad things get, there is always a light to follow."
Unlike when he spoke to Arianne the king manages to keep his composure this time, though he still feels awfully silly saying these things.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2015 13:35:25 GMT -8
How odd it must be for King Renaux. Here he was, in his own castle, in his own library, and yet he was seated as if the Duke of Carmean was the one granting the audience. Of course, it wasn't that the Duke was full of arrogance and pomp, but it was true that the Duke had been a leader of men before Renaux had even been born. He had the experience, and the thriving culture of Carmean showed that he was good at what he did.
"It's a bold move," the Duke stated flatly. Even so, he didn't say that he disagreed. "Especially when there are still pockets of rebels being routed from Travere as we speak. Security will have to be tripled over the Park. Many of the men I brought with me from Carmean died today." He gestured to the letters he had been writing, hand-written, personally sealed, waiting to be delivered. "I was actually hoping to impress upon your highness that I borrow one of your Pegasus Knights to deliver these missives to my Steward in Carmean, so families will be informed of their losses as soon as possible."
He pushed his hands against the desk and stood, moving towards one of the windows. "We could speak to Diodorus. He'll know magic enough to protect the park for 24 hours. Perhaps we can even convince him to lend his presence to the wedding. Recluse that he is, his presence would also serve to forestall any magic users."
The Duke of Carmean turned to the King. "I assume that your steward, Gaspar, will be taking the lead on preparations? I can have my men work with him. The Duchess won't be pleased, but at the moment, her pleasure is the least of my concern."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2015 14:04:53 GMT -8
A knock came softly at Ashani 's door. On the otherside was a liveried servant, the white and black and red crest of the Duke of Carmean on his doublet. Two flat boxes and one smaller wooden one was in his arms, all tied with a bow. "Madamoiselle Ashani," the man said once the door was opened, bowing his head to her, and then offering the boxes. "The Duke of Carmean requests that you wear these items for the wedding of his daughter, Lady Arianne Linette Valois to the king, His Royal Majesty King Renaux Travere of Gauldin." Little Box: First Flat Box: Second Flat Box: But a blue a few shades paler than the dress, and lined with white fur; clearly meant to be worn if it gets cold.
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King Renaux of Travére
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The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Dec 17, 2015 14:19:53 GMT -8
The king nods and takes the missive, he says smiling gratefully at the Duke.
"I'll have a knight head out tonight, and yes if I know Gaspar he started working the moment you agreed. Diodorus should come, if we advise him that he will be invaluable in keeping order. I'll speak to him in the morning."
Renaux stretches and yawns he looks like he is about to say something, when the library doors bang open. A hulking man taller even than Renaux stomps in. He is wearing the uniform of the royal guard, and his face is stern and looks to have been carved from granite. Before anyone can react, the man stomps up to Renaux, and without warning punches the king in the gut. The king wheezes out his breath and the larger man says, his accent is thick and lower class.
"Your lucky you're getting married tomorrow, or that'd have been across your jaw. Tell me my king how's the kings guard supposed to their job without a king? 'Cause I haven't been able to keep track of you all damn day. Which I guess isn't so important, it's not like there wasn't a big bloody attack today... OH WAIT! And another thing... what are you pointing at?"
Renaux gestures frantically at the Duke and the guardsmen looks over. The larger man goes white as a sheet and stammers out.
"Oh your lordship I didn't see you there I was just uh... you see uhm..."
Renaux manages to catch his breath and slaps one hand on the big man's shoulder, the other still clutches at his stomach. Renaux says with impressive composure despite still being short of breath.
"Duke Valois I don't think you've been properly introduced. This is Captain Antain D'Vralié head of my royal guard, and my oldest friend. We share a somewhat informal relationship when out of the public eye, as you could no doubt guess."
The king manages a laugh, and a smile. Antain just looks petrified. Renaux says a little more composed now.
"If there is nothing else I'll take my leave."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2015 15:03:02 GMT -8
The Duke bowed his head to the King when it seemed it would all be done. The king took the letter to the Duke's Steward, along with the large stack of letters meant for the families of the Duke's dead. He watched the King turn, and then his gaze fell upon the large man to came up and socked the King in the stomach.
Two men in the library, who had looked as if they had been simply perusing immediately set down their books and reached for their swords, but the Duke held up a hand. The men stayed their hands, and they watched, flabbergasted, as the large man berated and cajoled the king.
The Duke waited, and when the Captain finally took notice of the Duke, he stepped forward. "A pleasure to meet you, Captain," he said. He then looked to the King. "He is right, however. As the commanding officer of an entire nation, your whereabouts must be known at all times to those who serve beneath you. Both you, and Arianne, will have to learn to curtail your independence. As Royalty, you can't do what you want whenever you want."
A wry sense of humor, the Duke had. He bowed his head to both men, and then left, his clerks and his guards walking quietly after him.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Dec 17, 2015 16:32:34 GMT -8
"I thought you said he was an asshole."
Antain remarked after the Duke left, Renaux sighs and says calmly.
"I said he was pragmatic and a bit stand offish I never said he was an asshole."
Antain chuckles and replies.
"Same thing ain't it?"
Renaux moves his arm off of his friends shoulders and say's.
"Oh shut up."
The king then cracks Antain across the jaw with his right fist. Antain clutches his face sputters and rears back a fist to retaliate, when a Renaux says smugly.
"Ah, ah, ah one of us is getting married tomorrow."
The king raises his hand forestalling Antains retaliation. The guardsmen growls sighs and says a bit miffed.
"Yeah and I can't believe it's the most oblivious son of a bitch I know."
Renaux shoots Antain an offended look, and replies hotly.
"I wasn't that bad!"
Antain roars with laughter and the two friends exit the room. Antain listing all the times a women had given Renaux the eye and the king had failed to notice. Renaux getting more flushed and embarrassed with every addition.
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