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 Jan 10, 2016 22:38:32 GMT -8
Renaux was aware that there was some tension between the duke and his wife, he even put together that it was to do with Ashani's sponsorship. He was however unable to fathom the reason this created tension, the Valois were hardly hard up for money so it wasn't financial. Additionally he thought the sponsorship a fine reward for the young mages valor, in fact had the Duke not offered it Renaux likely would have.
The king is also disappointed that Emeric wasn't able to make it. He had met the younger Valois when he was in the Academy, he had joined the knights two years after Renaux. He remember their first meeting distinctly, he had given Emeric a few pointers on his sword work and the young man had taken the advice with good cheer. This had been impressive, as at the time most had thought Renaux was a peasant. It was rare even in the Academy where all where supposed to be equal, for a noble to be so accepting of advice from another.
When Arianne notes to Ashani that it will only be a few hours, Renaux suppresses a groan. He knew that dinners like this took time, but being reminded of it wasn't pleasant. He usually small meals alone so he could get it out of the way, and get back to work. Gaspar had told him he should start sharing meals with Arianne, evidently it was a source of some gossip around the court that they didn't eat together. Perhaps with The Black Tower situation resolved he would invite her to do so, she might enjoy the lack of pomp or circumstance in his own dining room.
Finally the kings thoughts turn to Arnaud, he knows little about Arianne's eldest brother. He knows that the man is being groomed to take over the duchy, which he supposed was similar to the training he had rigorously avoided when young. Actually the training would mostly be over and done with at this points, so probably more handling the dukes various businesses. He didn't have much of an opinion on Arnaud overall, though Arianne seemed less than enthused by his presence. Judging by her mildly sarcastic question, though he guessed that could just be normal sibling bickering. Renaux thinks about saying something, but decides to remain silent for the moment. He needed to take his time and gauge the room a bit more he really didn't want to make a bad impression, by saying something inadvertently rude. He opts instead to take a drink of wine.
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Ashani
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Roleplay posts: 130
Age: 16
Registered: Nov 8, 2015 12:38:13 GMT -8
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Post by Ashani on Jan 13, 2016 9:46:28 GMT -8
A man named Arnaud Valois entered the room. To Ashani, he was very handsome; she suppressed a nervously beaming smile as he took her hand, and all that she said in response to his greeting was a quiet "likewise," unintentionally averting her gaze. Arianne then graciously took her attention.
"Thank you kindly," she said in response to the queen, knowing full well that she had much more than the basics down--but such was a matter of secrecy, and she could not let on that she was even remotely confident beyond a sheer display of luck and determination one night in front of Gauldin's royalty.
A few hours more? Fortunately she had mentally prepared for the worst, but being in such an atmosphere for so long was nothing short of excruciating to the inexperienced. She nodded, trying not to look too solemn.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2016 22:18:22 GMT -8
Arnaud glanced at Ashani again, and then at his mother, but it was Arianne's biting tongue that caught his attention. He answered with his tone composed, and sounded much like the Duke, who never let emotion tamper with his cadence.
"Business is going smoothly and taken care of, so I was able to answer Father's summons," Arnaud said to Arianne, his gaze steady on her. He then turned to look at his father.
Conversation was momentarily halted as wine glasses were poured, and Arnaud reached out for his, taking a drink. "One only wonders why I was summoned at all given how obviously unnecessary my presence is."
It wasn't necessarily rude, but it was the truth, with no dancing around the edges.
The Duchess reached for her glass of wine at Arnaud's words and the Duke's narrowing of his eyes upon his son, a servant currently at the Duke's shoulder pouring his glass of wine while another was filling the goblets for Ashani, Arianne, and Renaux.
"In case it's slipped your notice, Arnaud, your sister has recently wed the King of Gauldin," the Duke said, with a gesture over the candlelit table to Renaux.
"Yes, I heard all about it. What a mess," Arnaud stated.
"Indeed," agreed the Duchess. "But we're SO grateful Mademoiselle Ashani was there to save dear little Arianne." There was obvious menace in her voice.
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Queen Arianne
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The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217 
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Jan 13, 2016 22:22:26 GMT -8
"Agreed," Arianne shot back at Arnaud when he mentioned his superfluous summons to Travere.
She reached for her wine goblet and tipped towards Ashani. "You'll want to drink tonight," Arianne advised beneath her breath. Her pretty blue eyes wandered to Renaux, and when the Duke mentioned Arianne's marriage to Renaux, Arianne looked heavenward.
"So it begins," she said quietly, but from where she was seated, both Ashani and Renaux could hear her. Arianne took a healthy drink of wine and put down her goblet...
... then snapped to look at her mother. "I would have been perfectly capable of saving myself were it not for the ridiculous gown you put me in," Arianne said to the Duchess with a sort of blunt honesty that Arianne usually only saved for when she was truly, truly angry.
She, herself, even seemed shocked at the venom in her words and blinked.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2016 22:27:28 GMT -8
"Of course, Arianne," said Arnaud as he swirled the wine in his goblet, "it's truly everyone else's fault and never your own." He shook his head. "The detriment of being the spoiled youngest sibling."
"Arnaud," said the Duke, a warning tone in his voice.
"That dress," said the Duchess behind clenched teeth, her eyes boring across the table at Arianne, "was beautiful." She turned her menacing gaze onto Renaux. "Tell her. Tell her she was beautiful."
"I wonder if you would have allowed Arianne to attend the Academie Royale, or if that's a privelege you save only for the young, pretty women you're not related to, Father," Arnaud said and glanced at Ashani.
"Arnaud," said the Duke again, the same warning tone, just sharper.
"My younger brother wanted into the Academie," Arnaud explained.
"That's enough," the Duke interrupted, but Arnaud continued, leaning over to speak to Ashani.
"My father told him he was to attend the Academie Pegase instead. The Duke finds magic a nuisance, which makes your sponsorship all the more curious."
Strangely, it seemed that this noble Valois family, that paid so much attention to good graces, and polite conversation, and image had... somehow lost their inhibitions? Of course, it didn't make sense. Not a single one of them were drunk; yet they were all a little ruddy-cheeked, and all of them spouting off the truth of their feelings as if...
well, as if compelled.
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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 Jan 14, 2016 7:18:45 GMT -8
Renaux listens to the on going conversation desperately trying to hide his shock at what was happening. He hadn't thought relations between the Valois family were this tense. When the duchess addresses him, he almost chokes on his wine, he had been hoping he would be ignored, a silly thought since he was the king. Renaux catches his breath, take a deep breath and he says calmly.
"Well Antain once called me the most oblivious son of a bitch who ever lived. As he put it I wouldn't notice a beautiful woman if she ran screaming naked in front of me. Despite that when I saw Arianne in her wedding dress I was struck speechless by her beauty. I don't think I have ever seen anything close to matching her besides Soliél. Still Arianne has a point it was completely impractical for self defence. Though Arianne you should be careful you displayed admirable skill and bravery, but even in armour, escape without assistance would have been nearly impossible."
Renaux's eyes go wide and a blush spreads rapidly across his face, he had not meant to say that. He had felt almost compelled to say it, something was wrong perhaps it was happening to the other? Renaux stands up and says trying to sound calm, but also clearly disturbed.
"I think something is wrong I was planning to be mostly silent this evening, because I was afraid of screwing up but I keep talking. If this goes on I might offend someone, and I don't want that because I am incredibly intimidated by the duke, because he makes me feel like a child. I may also inadvertently reveal that I find the duchess over bearing, that I don't really know what Arnaud does or who he is. Or worst of all that I have been avoiding Arianne because I am a coward, whose afraid of rejection, and I couldn't handle that from her because I think I might be falling in..."
Renaux slaps a hand over his mouth. He stares in shocked horror at everyone in the room turns a brilliant shade of scarlet, and slowly starts backing towards the door.
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Ashani
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Roleplay posts: 130
Age: 16
Registered: Nov 8, 2015 12:38:13 GMT -8
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Post by Ashani on Jan 15, 2016 8:51:50 GMT -8
Also a brilliant shade of scarlet and trying not to catch attention was Ashani, who nodded and smiled when addressed, though otherwise was unsure of the selection process of the Academie Royale, particularly in comparison to other schools. A foreigner to Gauldin, noble dinners, family tension, and alcohol, she tried to hide any visible representation of her desire to become small... very, very small, until she disappeared.
The wine took a little getting used to on the first sips. It had been a very long time since she'd even tasted alcohol. She took tiny sips. The tension was almost too much to bear, particularly the fear of doing or saying something that may upset someone who was already upset. Surely she was being too quiet now? She kept her interest on the food and wine.
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Queen Arianne
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The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Feb 2, 2016 8:07:20 GMT -8
(For sake of no longer holding players hostage, the dinner was awkward and short. None of the Valois family were happy or satisfied with their arguments, and Arianne left the table ill.)
"No, please, Vanelle, I can't take any more," Arianne gently complained. Although her skin was mostly of a white palor, today she had some color in her cheeks, and while she had been ill, she had still never lost that fierce gleam in her blue eyes.
Her illness had further held off any ah, marital duties that her mother had been pressuring her about. There was always someone in the room, and at the moment, it was Lady Vanelle, trying to forcefeed a disgusting serum into the reluctant queen.
"Your Highness, it is helping. The color has already returned to your cheeks, and your people are wanting to see you. Your husband would probably also like your return to health," Lady Vanelle said wryly.
Arianne wrinkled her nose, but she took down the serum with a shudder. The disgusted look on the young woman's face made Vanelle chuckle lightly. "Alright. Now, a bath."
Arianne sighed dreamily. "Yes, finally," she said, weakly helping Vanelle to roll the covers away from her body, a body made more svelt and thin with her illness.
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Feb 2, 2016 9:15:01 GMT -8
Arianne relaxed in the warm water, her long hair shampooed and washed, her skin scrubbed clean. Vanelle had left her alone to luxuriate for the moment, and when she came back in, there was a slight frown on her face.
Arianne laughed at her. "Why the long face?"
"The gossip in the castle is that you're pregnant, Your Highness," Vanelle said, setting the stack of linens and Arianne's bathrobe on a nearby table.
"What?!" Arianne asked, water lurching as she sat up with shock. "Last week, the gossip was that I hadn't consummated my marriage! How...?"
Vanelle shrugged a shoulder as she sat down and passed Arianne a little bottle of orange blossom scent. "Most of the population apparently can't do proper arithmetic."
"Or have any sense of knowledge of womankind," Arianne said as she rubbed the scent into her skin.
"They'll be disappointed to learn that you're not," Vanelle said platonically, taking up the linen and holding it out for her.
"There's little I can do to help that," Arianne said as she rose from the bath and wrapped herself in the white material that immediately clung to her skin, her long hair dark with water and heavy down to her bottom.
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Feb 3, 2016 8:26:21 GMT -8
Arianne dressed herself in a velvet gown of royal purple, decorated with gold, an underslip of blue beneath it. It was a tad loose on her, making her evident of her weight loss since she had been sick, making her bite her lip as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her collar bones were a little more prominent, and her sleeves didn't fit as tight around her arms.  She lifted her hands to touch at her face, wondering if she, in general, just appeared more skeletal, but Vanelle, who had been combing, warming, and doing Arianne's hair gently pushed Arianne's hands away. "You look beautiful," the lady-in-waiting assured. "I hadn't realized how much weight I had lost," Arianne said with a displeased tone. "You'll gain it back over the next week or two," Vanelle said, self-assured as she moved through Arianne's room to choose a tiara that would match her current outfit. Something gold, perhaps. "I'll send a message to inform the king you're ready," Vanelle stated as she fit the tiara into Arianne's freshly washed and gleaming red hair. Vanelle had informed the King that Arianne was doing much better, and wanted to step out into Travere so that the people could see their young queen was the picture of returning health. The Duchess had suggested they do it together, for it would show the world that they were still strongly united. Arianne's eyelashes lifted. "Perhaps I should emerge into the populace alone," the young queen said, still insecure in her marriage. Vanelle nodded her head. "As you wish, Your Majesty." She arranged Arianne's hair a bit more, making sure the fiery tresses fell just-so over her shoulders. "If I may," Vanelle began, "Today, you have two rumors you can fuel. One, that perhaps you are pregnant with the King's son by stepping out with him into Travere, or two, that your marriage is truly dissatisfying and distant." Arianne's bright blue eyes glared hotly at Vanelle. "I'll just send the message to the king," Vanelle said quietly and slipped out of the room to do so. |
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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 Feb 3, 2016 11:46:43 GMT -8
Soon after he received the note, Renaux was at Arianne's door. Just like the first time he stood in front of it, he is hesitating. After the dinner he had felt like an utter ass, and had gone to his room to mope like a child. It had later been revealed, that a disgruntled maid had slipped truth serum into the wine. The maid had been fired. The poison screening test was changed to include non lethal substances as well, but the damage had been done.
Renaux had known Arianne had fallen sick, but hadn't thought much of it at first. The following day when the sickness had proven more serious, his reaction had been undignified... he had panicked. The last week he had spent his every free moment, personally caring for Arianne. He had even cut into some of his not free moments, coming dangerously close to neglecting his duties. The amount of time he had spent in her bed chamber, likely contributed to the rumor of pregnancy.
Renaux had felt immense relief, when the messenger came telling him Arianne was feeling well again. He had immediately rushed out of the meeting he was in, just to see her. Though now that he was here, he was hesitating. She had faded in and out over the last week, and though they had talked the conversations had always been brief. He wasn't sure how she would react to him, now that she was fully cognizant again. Still there was only one way to find out, he knocked.
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The Black Vale
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Roleplay posts: 18
Registered: Feb 25, 2016 12:31:19 GMT -8
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Post by The Black Vale on Feb 25, 2016 12:42:25 GMT -8
Having passed through the borders and acquired his travel papers fairly easily, an emissary cloaked in black arrives at the gates to the royal palace, carrying a satchel with a black raven sigil emblazoned upon it, holding a noose in its right claw and a crowned skull in its left. The rather gaunt, pale man approaches the gate guards and gives a winning smile, his long black hair and beard draping over his face as he bows to the guard.
"Good day, gentlemen. I would like to speak with the King of Gauldin. I have a rather urgent request for him," says the man, his voice silky and enticing, yet cold and quiet. It sounds as a devious venomous asp would sound, could snakes speak.
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Post by The Kingdom of Gauldin on Feb 25, 2016 12:49:09 GMT -8
The guards eye the new comer warily. They didn't have any appointments scheduled for the king today.
"Well, we can certainly deliver a message. The king is a busy man though, and without an appointment there is not much we can do monsieur."
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The Black Vale
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Post by The Black Vale on Feb 25, 2016 12:50:50 GMT -8
"Excellent. Tell him it is from King Ulfang of the Black Vale, extending his hand in friendship and mutual cooperation against a common threat," replies the emissary, his dark eyes flashing with triumph. He knows he'll be admitted. He always is.
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Post by The Kingdom of Gauldin on Feb 26, 2016 10:32:02 GMT -8
One of the guard heads into the palace, while the other remains outside. About an hour passes before the guard returns.
"The earliest the king will be able to meet you, is tomorrow morning. Until then, you are invited to stay in the palace."
If this is found agreeable, then the enovy will be lead to a suite of guest quarters for the night. These quarters are of course large, and ridiculously well appointed.
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The Black Vale
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Roleplay posts: 18
Registered: Feb 25, 2016 12:31:19 GMT -8
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Post by The Black Vale on Feb 27, 2016 11:50:33 GMT -8
"I would prefer to meet with him now," responds the emissary, playing the role of being disappointed, that sly voice of his sounding very convincing in it, "but I suppose I can wait."
The emissary thanks the guard for leading him to his quarters, before shutting the door in his face. He sets up a few magical wards before the door that will result in a painful death for anyone intent on doing him harm. Can't be too careful nowadays. He moves over to the bed and lies upon it, pulling a book from his satchel and starting to read it at about the middle mark, waiting.
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Gaspar
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The perfect butler.
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: Appears 62, actually much older
Physical Description: The head of the servants of The Palace Des Ailes. Old but still strong this man is always impeccable dressed and groomed. With a clean shaven face, perfectly coiffed hair and a friendly smile.
Clothes and Equipment: What ever a gentleman might require.
Registered: Dec 7, 2015 16:47:15 GMT -8
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Post by Gaspar on Feb 27, 2016 12:24:04 GMT -8
The following morning a knock comes at the door. Food had been provided of course, so this wasn't the first time a knock came. This time though the man at the door, was an impeccable dressed older gentleman. "Good morning sir. I am Gaspar, head of household staff. If you would follow me, I will escort you to the throne room." Assuming the envoy will follow, he is lead through the hallways of the palace. As they go Gaspar explains what will be expected. "You will be announced, then approach the throne. Bow, and state why you are here. Easy enough I trust monsieur." Eventually they come to the massive doors, of the throne room. As they enter the herald announces. "Presenting Cathis, envoy of King Ulfgar Von Harren of The Black Vale." The King sits on his throne, and waiting for the envoy to speak.  |
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The Black Vale
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Roleplay posts: 18
Registered: Feb 25, 2016 12:31:19 GMT -8
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Post by The Black Vale on Feb 27, 2016 14:58:15 GMT -8
Sleep is something Carthis rarely needs. He isn't purely human, after all. A being of the night, he's mostly nocturnal. It's a good thing none of the gate guards had asked him to remove his hood, else he would surely be badly burnt in the afternoon sun. Thus, when the door opens, Carthis is fully dressed and waiting right before it.
He nods slowly at Gaspar and falls in line behind him, looking about with interest at all the sights of the castle. Perhaps he'll get himself a castle and a harem of lovely mortal thralls one day. Yes, that would be nice.
His thoughts snap back to his purpose when they enter the halls and his name is announced. Carthis bows at the waist, noting with annoyance the mispronunciation of his name.
"I am Carthis, emissary of the Black Vale. I come to you in the spirit of friendship and cooperation. My King, Ulfang von Haren, is carrying out a campaign against the devilish nation now called Goraia, a nation stolen from King Hylon of Medan and twisted into something disgusting. As we speak, my lord will be marching on the Eastern Border with an army five thousand strong to establish a foothold in Goraia before proper retaliation can be levied against him. He asks you, venerable King Renaux, to aid in the battle against these vile scum, and return Medan to its former glory."
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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 Feb 27, 2016 15:45:55 GMT -8
The king looks studiedly uninterested, in what Carthis has to say. A long silent moment passes in the hall. Finally the king leans forward, and speaks.
"Even here across the sea we have heard the dark rumors, of the lands once known as Medan. Then again, I have also heard dark rumors of the land know as The Black Vale. Why would I side with one dark kingdom, over the other?"
The king closes his hands, but keeps his index fingers extended. He taps his fingers against his chin, deep in thought.
"The difference between your two kingdoms is this. I have spy's in The Black Vale, I don't in Goraia. All my people, in what was once known as Medan, have fallen silent. Though I disagree with some of your kings methods, and magics, I can't deny that your people are happy. Goraia on the other hand... Tell your king that I want proof of these rumors. If he can provide me that, then the might of the Gaulish Air Force, and our Anti-Magic Task Force, will join your war. My hands are tied though, until I have something solid."
A document is handed to Carthis, the details of this verbal arrangement are written down. Evidently the king was already aware of the situation, and had come prepared.
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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 Mar 1, 2016 12:52:34 GMT -8
Renaux enters the palace proper, Gwenneth Barclay still in his arms. The woman was snuggling against him. He supposed most people would count themselves lucky. A beautiful woman who clearly liked him in his arms. Not only that he was a noble and she was a commoner, more people in his situation would likely take advantage. The thought was abhorrent to Renaux. He found a serving girl, and ordered her to fetch Gaspar. That done he stepped into one of the many waiting rooms. He lays Gwen in a plush arm chair, before taking a seat himself. He just had to wait for Gaspar now. |
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