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Loranna
Apr 4 2006, 06:27 PM
Hey All,
To give a quick OOC summary, we are about to cap
off the campaign which started over a year and a half ago, which
chronicled events inspired by the Hogithum Hall/Trial of Vivec
threads. We've seen the vengenace of Azura for Vivec's trick on
her, the civil war in Morrowind that broke out due to the fall of
the Tribunal, the rise of Mannimarco and his seeming defeat, and
much more.
Now, we're poised in the last months of 3E433.
Several of the heroes who have fought for Empire and their fellow
man lie imprisoned in the Imperial Dungeons, others fret over the
fate of their friends, and still others have seemingly vanished
from the face of Nirn. The war in Morrowind has quieted down,
becoming a cold war between the royalist and opposed Houses
factions, and preperations are made now for a great ball
commerating the wedding of Prince Gedall, one of Uriel Septim's
sons. The ball is scheduled for the 27th of Last Seed ...
This
last thread will be the true finale of the Loranna RP that started
two Septembers ago, and will herald our promised haitus before we
return in a month or two to begin a new RP based on the events in
Oblivion.
Hope it's been as enjoyable for you all to read
as it's been for us to write!
And now, the curtain rises
...
Loranna
One87xe
Apr 4 2006, 07:26 PM
Summary for Osa
Osa remains in her room making final
preparations for the upcoming Ball
Summary for
Ora
Ora has returned to her room at the Longhouse, where
she too is making preparations for the upcoming Ball...and waiting
for her already late gown to arrive via courier from
Firsthold
Summary for Ota
Ota is currently
in Satakalaam, working on some kind of trade arrangements...more
then likely hiring a crew for the upcoming Fortress refurbishing
stargate525
Apr 4 2006, 08:07 PM
Summary for Reeds:
Reeds is at his bookstore in Ald Raathim,
preparing to depart for the Ball.
Summary for
Valerius:
Valerius is at home, not doing a whole lot. Right now,
he does not want to go to cyrodiil, even if his life depended on
it.
Shardie
Apr 4 2006, 08:47 PM
Indoril Faryon and his Date, Alyssia are on the eve of the Ball, sleeping in the Imperial City. They have, you see, invatations to the Ball too
dentris
Apr 4 2006, 09:03 PM
There is but one word in P'Rassha's mind: "About time!"
The
huge Cathay-raht Khajiit is only saddened by the fact this new
excitement is created by three friends' misfortune.
Sheogorath
Apr 4 2006, 09:24 PM
Update:
The Imperial City in the last months of 3E
433 was seasonably cool and clement. The sky over the capitol is a
curtain of blue with nary a cloud, peaceful yet expectant, while
all below, the city seethes with activity, particularly around the
palace.
In just a day’s time, it will be the
engagement party of Crown Prince Geldall and his bride-to-be. It
had been decades since an Imperial Prince had taken a wife, the
Emperor’s wife having died long ago, and their sons quite
middle-aged bachelors all. Every king and count in the Empire had
tried unsuccessfully to link a daughter to Enman, Ebel, or Geldall,
but none of the delicate flowers of romance and politics had taken
root. It was scarcely any wonder. Had a Prince taken a bride from
any of the provinces, he would have alienated the other nine. If he
chose a mate from Cyrodiil, he would have been missing an
opportunity for a good alliance.
The actual identity of this
girl whom Geldall intended to make his wife, who would someday
doubtless be Empress of Tamriel was a well-guarded secret. So much
so that no one knew where Geldall, the Emperor, and this mystery
woman was for several months before the Engagement Ball, where she
would be revealed to all.
One thing that people noted as the
palace began preparations for the Ball was the abundance of
fountains, waterspouts, and other aquatic décor that was
being installed for the occasion. Was this theme a hint? The palace
observed wondered.
The better taverns in the Imperial City
were quickly filling up, but rooms were available in all quarters,
as the citizens found it profitable to rent their rooms for the
occasion
Tricrux
Apr 4 2006, 09:57 PM
Diamond, ever dedicated, manned the bar until the last possible minute, and then went off to prepare for the Ball.
Nalion
Apr 4 2006, 10:06 PM
Summary
Nalion
Nalion is still abiding his time in
prison and with day to day and week to week, his small cell seems
to get smaller. The food tastes bland and Nalion had long stopped
listening to the rambling of other prisoners, who, whenever some
guard came down the stairs, muttered about "someone coming for
you...".
The mage continued to talk to Somnia in his
dreams, the only freedom he seemed to have. He also repeatedly
talked to Slyvos and Loranna whenever they were dreaming and Somnia
was able to join their dreams.
Gistral
Gistral was
last seen travelling in the Alik'r, apparently oblivious of the
imprisonment of some of his friends.
Dana
Dana,
still suffering from nightmares from the battles of Kalaan and Tel
Dresori, is continuing her service as a Knight of the Circle in
Sentinel, and by that, ttries to overcome her very own demons.
Loranna
Apr 4 2006, 10:24 PM
Summary for Loranna
When Sir Ceil had imprisoned her
years ago, she had welcomed being locked up; at the time, she had
wanted nothing more than to be kept from inflicting any further
harm on the world. But, people in power wanted her free and so she
did not get her wish.
Now, with both a family and a city to
care for, Loranna wanted nothing more than to be free; every day
was a day she wasn't spending watching Fjord and Alanya grow or
experimenting with her herbs or just frolicking in the snow-covered
fields of her hideaway. But, people in power wanted her locked up,
and so she did not get her wish.
The guards were tolerable;
even disheveled as all prisoners are, she was still pretty, and the
guards were inclined to treat the pretty ones nicely. The prisoner
in the cell across from hers never failed to remind her of the true
nature of the guards' generosity, however, all while insinuating
that he was in good with the guards and could arrange for them both
to share a cell. For some reason, Loranna felt little desire to
encourage him to try. That left few things to talk about with her
dubious companion, however; her ashen skin and blond hair elicited
a few ... interesting comments and inquisitive querries, but beyond
that, he had little to mention beyond which prisoner had died in
their cell last month or which guard was caught having improper
relations with some Argonian pickpocket last week or the latest
method of killing rats favored by the prisoners. This week the
method of choice involved trying to get the nasty little buggers to
eat the food the guards brought for the prisoners; Loranna's prison
mate boasted that it only took him five minutes to get a rat to
nibble.
It only took the rat ten minutes to roll over dead.
Loranna, however, was convinced the other guy cheated, based on
things she could hear going on in his cell - things she wished she
hadn't heard.
By day, there was nothing to do; her magic was
denied her, she was shackled, the cell offered too little room to
really excersice in,not that she didn't at least try to stay
somewhat active. By night, her only solace were her dreams, shared
often with Nalion and Slyvos; these moments of companionship
Loranna clung to with fervor, offering Somnia whatever aid her
dreams could provide to keep her from becoming exhausted.
Thus
did the Duchess of Ald Raathim pass her days until the 27th of Last
Seed, when she was surprised to learn that her invitation to the
ball was still good ...
syronj
Apr 4 2006, 10:34 PM
Last Seed, 3E433
Shaka stood before his armoire and
chose the clothing for the Engagement Ball, then began packing his
gearbag. His travelling clothes would be practical and plain, but
he had decided on brighter clothing for the Engagement Ball: a
crimson and gold robe over black clothes. He debated whether to
take armor, but settled on packing the orcish cuirass.
It
didn't take long to pack, though Shaka also made sure to include a
katana and the glass longknife. He could probably leave them
wherever he would be staying during the festivities, if he had to.
Before locking the cabin, both physically and mystically, Shaka
paused outside his front door.
Forgive me for attending
this while you're not free, he thought. Shaka could only shake
his head and start down the trail for Ald Raathim; the trail which
he had kept camouflaged for years but which now, with the advent of
something like peace, he had cleared.
When Shaka neared the
city, he found himself hoping that he would find Anya at the
festivities. For the thousandth time, he also wondered where Telera
had disappeared to, and prayed that the Dunmer/Nord cross was alive
and well these past several years.
SpartanShea117
Apr 5 2006, 12:22 AM
26th of Last Seed, 3E433
The former Ordinator packed
what he needed and headed for the Mages Guild for transportation to
the Imperial City.
This time, he decided, i'll
wear something more elegant than my armor to a festivity.
S'reddit
Apr 5 2006, 04:53 AM
Summary
Glacia Rysleire made certain that she
and Reeds were in the Imperial City long before the ball, and
continued to make entreaties to the guard to let her speak with the
Emperor when he arrived, or at least let her meet with the Duchess.
To the former request, the guards told her that there were many
people who wished to meet with the Emperor after his long absence,
and she would have to wait her turn in the hierarchy of importance.
To the latter request, she was denied again, until she hit on an
unusual strategy.
Kallen still had the Duchess’s
invitation to the Engagement Ball. The diplomat produced it, and
after some discussion, it was agreed that it was good currency. The
Duchess would be permitted to attend the Ball, under guard.
That
small goal accomplished, Glacia returned to the tavern room she had
booked with Reeds Saloat. For the last week, in deference to the
Imperials, she had worn light-colored, simple gowns of their style.
Now, she wore a dress of Dunmeri design, which was a trifle more
revealing that her usual modest attire.
“I have to
get the Emperor’s attention as soon as I see him,” she
explained with a slight frown to Reeds when he saw her. “And
I have to use every trick in the book, even the oldest one a woman
uses to attract a man’s attention.”
Kethiah,
her husband Isidor, her brother-in-law Ingmar, her stepchildren
Tyradil and Tilitalia, and her three-year-old son Eodir left for
Cyrodiil the day before the Ball, traveling by Guild Guide to the
Imperial City. It would be nice and educational for the children to
see the Imperial Province, but they could not be gone from the
Nymph and Noggin for more than a couple days. Besides, Kethiah had
other obligations to attend to, which she could temporarily
re-entrust to Alas and Alack, but not for very long.
It had
been difficult, worrying about Loranna, Slyvos, and Nalion, and
trying to gather intelligence about their well-being, but Kethiah
could not help but smile at how nice her little clan looked,
dressed for the ball. She was particularly impressed with
Tilitalia, though she suspected her stepdaughter did not like to be
in such formal “girly” clothes, as she had become quite
the Arena warrior. As for Eodir, she was not worried about him at
all: though he was strong and active, he was an unusually quiet
toddler, and very well-behaved.
The family found a house on
the outskirts of the city where they could stay, and prepare for
the party.
Slashes-With-Claws
Apr 5 2006, 03:58 PM
Blue-Water-Scales, Hesek, Commander Slashes-With-Claws to the
warmbloods, was in Ald Raathim. He had declined the invitation to
the ball so he could spend time with his children, Shesekar and
Telmet, and mate, Chalovk. He would have liked to go and see what
could be done about freeing Loranna while he was there, but others
better at handling such things were already working on it.
He
was still a commander by choice. He had been offered promotion to
General, but had declined. He liked the closer work with his men
that commander offered, as well as being on the front line.
Nordic_bandit
Apr 5 2006, 04:06 PM
Summary for Julius Varrus
Over the past years, Julius
Varrus had fought on many fronts and had slowly come to the
attention of his commanders, and was up for promotion from Knight
of the Garland, to who knows what else. Apparently, his commanders
had seen something in him. Or, so they said. Varrus now had to stay
in the Imperial City for most of the time, when not out fighting.
Being cooped up in the Imperial City was not what he wanted
to do, but his feelings didn't matter; the Empire did. A few things
had stayed constant over the years. His brown hair had stayed
short, and his brown eyes were still sharp, but had developed a
far-away look to them. However, there were more scars, and he had
become more muscular, due to constant fighting at the front of the
Legions.
stargate525
Apr 5 2006, 04:09 PM
QUOTE(S'reddit
@ Apr 5 2006, 03:53 AM)
Glacia
Rysleire made certain that she and Reeds were in the Imperial
City long before the ball, and continued to make entreaties to the
guard to let her speak with the Emperor when he arrived, or at
least let her meet with the Duchess. To the former request, the
guards told her that there were many people who wished to meet with
the Emperor after his long absence, and she would have to wait her
turn in the hierarchy of importance. To the latter request, she was
denied again, until she hit on an unusual strategy.
Kallen
still had the Duchess’s invitation to the Engagement Ball.
The diplomat produced it, and after some discussion, it was agreed
that it was good currency. The Duchess would be permitted to attend
the Ball, under guard.
That small goal accomplished, Glacia
returned to the tavern room she had booked with Reeds Saloat. For
the last week, in deference to the Imperials, she had worn
light-colored, simple gowns of their style. Now, she wore a dress
of Dunmeri design, which was a trifle more revealing that her usual
modest attire.
“I have to get the Emperor’s
attention as soon as I see him,” she explained with a slight
frown to Reeds when he saw her. “And I have to use every
trick in the book, even the oldest one a woman uses to attract a
man’s attention.”
"Glacia," Reeds replied with a bit of
a smirk, "You want to get the Emperor's attention, not
give him a stroke." The calling the gown a 'trifle' revealing
did not do it justice in comparison to the attire whe wore of the
past week. "I don't see if it'll make much difference though,"
he continued, throwing his white cloak over his shoulders and
fastening it, "whatever you wear is just gilding the lily."
Loranna
Apr 5 2006, 05:55 PM
At last, the day of the ball had come. People from all over Tamriel
flooded into the Palace District of the Imperial City, dressed in
their best finery. Carriages bearing the heraldry of hundreds of
different nobles sped past the cemeteries maintained on the outer
edges of the district, through the lanes that cut through the
meticulously kept lawns and flower gardens to the soaring White
Gold Tower.
As was customary, the first two floors of the
Palace were open for the public; the first floor, larger than the
second, had been decroated with an abundance of fountains,
waterspouts, and other aquatic décor. The pit orchestra was
arrayed in a large fountain, illusiory water creating a fine mist
over them as they struck up a vibrant, celebratory tune. The tables
bearing food and drink were seemingly carved from cyrstal, shaped
like foaming waterspouts, and in those places where the Red Dragon
symbol of the Empire was not proudly emblazoned, shades of blue
dominated the massive hall. Everywhere one could hear the soft,
gentle sounds of flowing water, leading more than one guest to
speculate in hushed tones that the Prince's soon to be wife was
some manner of water nymph, and that the next Emperor's reign would
be a rather wet one for Tamriel.
The second floor's decor
was more modest and subdued, consisting more of smaller fountains
unobtrusively placed the the myraid of sitting rooms. Shelves of
books awaited for the literary-minded guest, though the light
volumes available in the second floor paled in selection to the
grand library located elsewhere in the castle. Of course,
everywhere one looked, one could see the Imperial Guard,
resplendant in the mirrored, gold-trimmed armor, keeping a careful
eye on the proceedings and cautioning people to keep their voices
down.
Those guests inclined to roam further were told
politely but furmly that the rest of the palace was strictly
off-limits ...
Sheogorath
Apr 5 2006, 06:25 PM
QUOTE(Loranna
@ Apr 5 2006, 05:55 PM)
Those
guests inclined to roam further were told politely but furmly that
the rest of the palace was strictly off-limits ...
The music that filtered through the palace,
by musicians placed at strategic locations to pick up and carry the
arrangement wherever the guests wandered, was soft and tinkling,
also like a gentle stream.
No one entering the palace could
be of any doubt that security was in force. Battlemages and knights
wore the uniform of the Imperial Guard, and their eyes were
everywhere.
“No magery,” the battlemages would
discreetly whisper to any obvious sorcerors as they entered. “By
order of the Emperor. No exceptions.”
Already, there
was much gossip, not all of it centered on whether the Emperor was
back yet, or who the mysterious woman was who had taken Prince
Geldall’s heart. The royal family of Mournhold were in
attendance, as were the major powers of the former Indoril/Redoran
Alliance. The royal family of Firsthold were expected soon.
Sovereigns from all over the Empire were present, and discovered by
a little exploration through the salons of the palace. There was
Queen Barenziah, who had heard what the theme of the ball was
through her spies, and was appropriately dressed in an azure-blue
gown that shimmered with gems as if kissed by dew. There was Queen
Elysana, who also had spies and also dressed in an aquatic manner,
but with a different interpretation: her dark amethyst colored gown
appeared like a sea in a storm, with silver filigree representing
whirlpools and tidal waves.
The former stepmother and
stepdaughter greeted one another politely before moving on.
The
guests looked at one another. If those two could be polite, surely
this would be a very peaceful evening.
Loranna
Apr 5 2006, 06:39 PM
QUOTE(Sheogorath
@ Apr 5 2006, 05:25 PM)
The
music that filtered through the palace, by musicians placed at
strategic locations to pick up and carry the arrangement wherever
the guests wandered, was soft and tinkling, also like a gentle
stream.
No one entering the palace could be of any doubt
that security was in force. Battlemages and knights wore the
uniform of the Imperial Guard, and their eyes were everywhere.
“No
magery,” the battlemages would discreetly whisper to any
obvious sorcerors as they entered. “By order of the Emperor.
No exceptions.”
Already, there was much gossip, not
all of it centered on whether the Emperor was back yet, or who the
mysterious woman was who had taken Prince Geldall’s heart.
The royal family of Mournhold were in attendance, as were the major
powers of the former Indoril/Redoran Alliance. The royal family of
Firsthold were expected soon. Sovereigns from all over the Empire
were present, and discovered by a little exploration through the
salons of the palace. There was Queen Barenziah, who had heard what
the theme of the ball was through her spies, and was appropriately
dressed in an azure-blue gown that shimmered with gems as if kissed
by dew. There was Queen Elysana, who also had spies and also
dressed in an aquatic manner, but with a different interpretation:
her dark amethyst colored gown appeared like a sea in a storm, with
silver filigree representing whirlpools and tidal waves.
The
former stepmother and stepdaughter greeted one another politely
before moving on.
The guests looked at one another. If those
two could be polite, surely this would be a very peaceful evening.
Loranna had been somewhat dumbfounded to
hear that she was being allowed to attend the ball, but she
accepted the offer gratefully, though she did insist that her
husband and her friend Nalion also be allowed to attend, for surely
both would also have been invited?
Loranna was taken from
her cell early that morning, two female guards escorting her to
chambers where she could wash herself up and make herself
presentable. A simple but elegant blue gown and some basic gold
jewelry was provided for her, as was a more hearty breakfast than
she had been used to of late.
Untangling her hair had proved
to be something of a challenge, for in the past few months it had
grown longer than she was wont to keep it, and lacking even a comb
she could'nt untangle the snarls that developed. It took the
judicious use of a pair of scissors and a stiff brush to work her
hair back into something close to its proper luster. She had lost
weight during her imprisonment as well, which showed even despite
the bath and the hearty meal. Still, in the space of a few hours
she went from looking like a beleagured prison rat to the lovely,
is careworn, Duchess of Ald Raathim, her exotic looks compensating
for the relative plainess of her attire.
Her guards warned
her not to try leaving their presence or else suffer the
consequences; with a quiet sigh, Loranna asked to see her husband
and Nalion so that they could go to the ball together ...
Dagoth Lich
Apr 5 2006, 06:56 PM
QUOTE(Sheogorath
@ Apr 5 2006, 05:25 PM)
The
music that filtered through the palace, by musicians placed at
strategic locations to pick up and carry the arrangement wherever
the guests wandered, was soft and tinkling, also like a gentle
stream.
No one entering the palace could be of any doubt
that security was in force. Battlemages and knights wore the
uniform of the Imperial Guard, and their eyes were everywhere.
“No
magery,” the battlemages would discreetly whisper to any
obvious sorcerors as they entered. “By order of the Emperor.
No exceptions.”
Already, there was much gossip, not
all of it centered on whether the Emperor was back yet, or who the
mysterious woman was who had taken Prince Geldall’s heart.
The royal family of Mournhold were in attendance, as were the major
powers of the former Indoril/Redoran Alliance. The royal family of
Firsthold were expected soon. Sovereigns from all over the Empire
were present, and discovered by a little exploration through the
salons of the palace. There was Queen Barenziah, who had heard what
the theme of the ball was through her spies, and was appropriately
dressed in an azure-blue gown that shimmered with gems as if kissed
by dew. There was Queen Elysana, who also had spies and also
dressed in an aquatic manner, but with a different interpretation:
her dark amethyst colored gown appeared like a sea in a storm, with
silver filigree representing whirlpools and tidal waves.
The
former stepmother and stepdaughter greeted one another politely
before moving on.
The guests looked at one another. If those
two could be polite, surely this would be a very peaceful evening.
Slyvos did not particularly care about the
ball right now, but the fact that his wife was going, and indeed,
that he was going as well, was enough incentive to get him to go
along without much of a fuss.
Of course, as ragged as he
would look from his time in that cell, he was led off from his cell
by two guards to what would be his chambers. He proceeded to wash
up, contemplating during that time the prospect of just beating the
two guards and finding his own way out of here, but he decided
against it. Formal events weren't his forte to begin with, but
going to them under forcible guard... suffice it to say, he never
did, and never would, recognize the authority of any monarch or
ruler over him. But for now, the fact that he could see his wife
and friends in person was enough to hold his temper.
He was
dressed up in a simple red robe, with minor adornments to make it
look presentable at a Ball. He just sighed, letting himself be led
along by the guards...
Nalion
Apr 5 2006, 07:07 PM
QUOTE(Loranna
@ Apr 5 2006, 06:39 PM)
Her
guards warned her not to try leaving their presence or else suffer
the consequences; with a quiet sigh, Loranna asked to see her
husband and Nalion so that they could go to the ball together ...
The snickering harsh voice of a prisoner from
another cell reached Nalion's ears.
"They come for
you."
Indeed, heavy footsteps could be heard and Nalion
moved to the cell door. The footsteps stopped in front of Nalion's
dark chamber and then a key was turned in the rusty lock. The door
opened - a door that had been closed for what seemed ages to
Nalion. He looked into the face of two guards, armored in steel and
holding a sword in their hands, the tips pointing at his
belly.
"Your presence is required.", the guard. "Come
with us quietly."
Nalion did not know why they took
him, but he could guess. At best, he would finally see someone who
could help him, or at least listen to him. At worst, cold steel or
hot flame could wait.
The mage was surprised when he saw where
they took him, to a bath - which he used excessively - and then to
a room where food had been prepared, and Loranna and Slyvos had
been waiting. It was there where Nalion was informed of the purpose
of all this, Geldall's Ball.
Nalion felt that finally, he might
be able to bring someone to listen to him, Geldall, or perhaps the
Emperor himself. And thus, he smiled with hope.
The mage was
given clothes, not as fine as some of the clothes he had possessed
before he was imprisoned, but good enough to not shame him at a
ball like this. Soon, he wore a blue vest with red ornaments and
dark blue pants with matching shoes. A pair of enchanted bracers
that inhibited using magic completed his outfit, hidden by the long
sleeves of his shirt.
The mage felt fresher than he had in
months, which was not hard considering the circumstances, but he
looked older, too, the strains of imprisonment and worries still
written on his face for those observant enough to see.
He
was briefed of the rules that would govern his presence at the ball
by a battlemage who would accompany him as a "shadow"
throughout the evening, watching him closely. Thus prepared, the
mage entered the ballroom with slow steps.
Aki
Apr 5 2006, 07:09 PM
Summary type thing
Reichi Sari has rented a room in
the Tiber Septim hotel in Cyrodiil, and had left all his equipment
back in Ald Raathim, knowing that he likely wouldn't be able to
take a blade into the ball, it was the Imperial Palace
afterall. Top-level security. Reichi got himself a finer set of
clothes for a ball. The clothier had recommended a Black and
burgundy outfit, one commonly wore by the nobles of Cyrodiil.
Reichi didn't argue and thus was outfitted in a new outfit with a
pair of gold-trimmed shoes.
Thus, Reichi set off for the
Ball.
---
Reichi marvelled at the sheer size of the tower
as he aproached the Imperial Palace. Even if they weren't the
nicest of mer, no one could question that the Wild Elves had been
masterful artitects when they ruled this land. Reichi continued
inside, past the Guardsmen outside, and found himself both
marvelling and wondering at all the water-based decorations and
what the general watery theme meant. He could already overhear
speculation on it, some even had speculated a water nymph being the
wife Geldall would wed. Reichi simply shook his head, that seemed a
bit absurd. But anything was possible, he guessed, as he reflected
on the love-lives of his friends. Reichi then began roving about,
looking for familar faces.
dentris
Apr 5 2006, 07:32 PM
P'Rassha had prepared in advance. He didn't want to miss his first
travel to the imperial city in 5 years. It has been a while, he
thought.
He asked his sister-in-law, Iwha'nil, to accompany
him to the imperial province. Needless to say, the huge Senche-raht
was mainly there for P'Rassha to make a theatrical appearance. And
he did. Several days later, when they finally arrived to the
imperial capital, the size of a giant tiger as tall as two Altmers
frightened many Cyrodiils, and many guards came to check the
strange duo, but they recognized the hero of the War of the
Wormgod, P'Rassha the storyteller. Needless to say, P'Rassha rare
breed pretty much gave it away.
P'Rassha laughed from the
imperials effort to find a stable fitted for Iwha'nil in the
crowded city, but decided it was better for her to simply wander
the wilderness around the Imperial Capital. Afterwards, when the
ball began, P'Rassha changed his outfit for the most elegant robe
of his size he own and entered the Palace District, in search for
friends. P'Rassha knew, though, that friends were more likely to
find him than the other way around.
Sheogorath
Apr 5 2006, 07:41 PM
QUOTE(dentris
@ Apr 5 2006, 07:32 PM)
Afterwards,
when the ball began, P'Rassha changed his outfit for the most
elegant robe of his size he own and entered the Palace District, in
search for friends. P'Rassha knew, though, that friends were more
likely to find him than the other way around.
A slim, beautiful Redguard teenager in a
shimmering silver slip of a dress and a matching diadem smiled when
she saw P'Rassha and walked over to him.
"You wouldn't
remember me, sir," she said. "But you once held me upside
down at a wedding in Daggerfall. I'm Mynisera."
syronj
Apr 5 2006, 08:06 PM
Shaka ended up leaving his weapons and cuirass back in the
overpriced room he was renting from a merchant family. Now he stood
and watched the crowd in the palace, bored and intimidated by the
sumptuous ball at the same time. Shaka hadn't felt this much like a
hick since the Firsthold cotillion some years before.
He
wondered, as he idly watched the attendees, whether Anya was among
them; she might be anyone, any race this day. Shaka nearly dropped
his glass when he saw Loranna, Slyvos, and Nalion.
Shaka
walked swiftly over to them, but tears filled his eyes when he saw
their state. He couldn't tell how closely he could approach . . . .
Loranna
Apr 5 2006, 08:09 PM
QUOTE(syronj
@ Apr 5 2006, 07:06 PM)
Shaka
ended up leaving his weapons and cuirass back in the overpriced
room he was renting from a merchant family. Now he stood and
watched the crowd in the palace, bored and intimidated by the
sumptuous ball at the same time. Shaka hadn't felt this much like a
hick since the Firsthold cotillion some years before.
He
wondered, as he idly watched the attendees, whether Anya was among
them; she might be anyone, any race this day. Shaka nearly dropped
his glass when he saw Loranna, Slyvos, and Nalion.
Shaka
walked swiftly over to them, but tears filled his eyes when he saw
their state. He couldn't tell how closely he could approach . . .
.
"It seems even bigger than the last
time I was here years ago," Loranna mutters as she looks
around the ballroom, her eyes looking for familiar faces in the
crowd.
It was hard for someone with Loranna's looks to walk
into a crowd and not draw attention; already people were whispering
about who she was, she could hear. She idly wondered what the
current rummors for her imprisonment were.
Seeing Shaka,
Loranna's face lights up. "Hail Shaka," she says, "it's
good to see you again ..." She raises her eyebrows at his
newly-shaved head, the unspoken question in her eyes. However,
aloud all she says is "Pray tell, how are things with you?"
Xyber02
Apr 5 2006, 08:10 PM
QUOTE(Sheogorath
@ Apr 5 2006, 03:25 PM)
“No
magery,” the battlemages would discreetly whisper to any
obvious sorcerors as they entered. “By order of the Emperor.
No exceptions.”
Anya chuckled, twirling her hand. What she did,
well, technically it wasn't magic. Anya loitered on the edges of
the crowds, using a soft voice to make people hazy as to who was
there. With the Cyrodillics looking for her blood, it wasn't
because she disliked crowds that she hid from the attention of
others. Not even her friends would recognize her at first
glance.
She wore a customary dark cloak, neatly embroidered
for events such as these. Normally, she wouldn't have even come,
but with her friends being let out for some light, she couldn't
miss it. The ebony dagger from Her Fangs was neatly tucked away
from view and scrutiny.
She tapped her foot, waiting for
something interesting to happen.
Nalion
Apr 5 2006, 08:13 PM
QUOTE(Loranna
@ Apr 5 2006, 08:09 PM)
"It
seems even bigger than the last time I was here years ago,"
Loranna mutters as she looks around the ballroom, her eyes looking
for familiar faces in the crowd.
It was hard for someone
with Loranna's looks to walk into a crowd and not draw attention;
already people were whispering about who she was, she could hear.
She idly wondered what the current rummors for her imprisonment
were.
Seeing Shaka, Loranna's face lights up. "Hail
Shaka," she says, "it's good to see you again ..."
She raises her eyebrows at his newly-shaved head, the unspoken
question in her eyes. However, aloud all she says is "Pray
tell, how are things with you?"
"Shaka.", Nalion said, mustering his
old friend with a smile. "How are you faring?"
The
mage, looking at Shaka, also kept an eye out for anything else
interesting, such as Geldall or other people of authority.
Additionally, the mage tried hard to ignore the feeling of two
watchful eyes monitoring his every move.
syronj
Apr 5 2006, 08:14 PM
QUOTE(Loranna
@ Apr 5 2006, 08:09 PM)
"It
seems even bigger than the last time I was here years ago,"
Loranna mutters as she looks around the ballroom, her eyes looking
for familiar faces in the crowd.
It was hard for someone
with Loranna's looks to walk into a crowd and not draw attention;
already people were whispering about who she was, she could hear.
She idly wondered what the current rummors for her imprisonment
were.
Seeing Shaka, Loranna's face lights up. "Hail
Shaka," she says, "it's good to see you again ..."
She raises her eyebrows at his newly-shaved head, the unspoken
question in her eyes. However, aloud all she says is "Pray
tell, how are things with you?"
Shaka had difficulty speaking at first,
then cleared his throat. "It's not important. Your Grace . . .
I'm so sorry for what you and the others must have endured. What
happened?"
Belatedly, he added: "Your children are
well as far as I know. You know how competent Kallen is, and the
others."
Seeing Nalion was like seeing a ghost; he had
been imprisoned the longest of the three. Shaka put a hand on his
shoulder, knowing that his face probably was showing how appalled
he was at the changes in his three friends, but not caring.
Dagoth Lich
Apr 5 2006, 08:20 PM
QUOTE(syronj
@ Apr 5 2006, 07:14 PM)
Shaka
had difficulty speaking at first, then cleared his throat. "It's
not important. Your Grace . . . I'm so sorry for what you and the
others must have endured. What happened?"
Belatedly, he
added: "Your children are well as far as I know. You know how
competent Kallen is, and the others."
Seeing Nalion was
like seeing a ghost; he had been imprisoned the longest of the
three. Shaka put a hand on his shoulder, knowing that his face
probably was showing how appalled he was at the changes in his
three friends, but not caring.
Slyvos looked at Shaka, noteing silently
the shaved head for a moment. Not important, really, but it was
interesting compared to the mindless activity that his cell
provided. "hello, Shaka." He said in a rather dull voice;
he tried his best to give a smile, but it just wouldn't show up on
his face.
Oh how he wished to be free of this wretched hole
of a city... his mind needed something better to do then count
lines on stone walls and attend a ball that he couldn't even enjoy
because of the damned guards.
Loranna
Apr 5 2006, 08:23 PM
QUOTE(syronj
@ Apr 5 2006, 07:14 PM)
Shaka
had difficulty speaking at first, then cleared his throat. "It's
not important. Your Grace . . . I'm so sorry for what you and the
others must have endured. What happened?"
Belatedly, he
added: "Your children are well as far as I know. You know how
competent Kallen is, and the others."
Seeing Nalion was
like seeing a ghost; he had been imprisoned the longest of the
three. Shaka put a hand on his shoulder, knowing that his face
probably was showing how appalled he was at the changes in his
three friends, but not caring.
"Thank you dear," Loranna says,
happy to recieve any word about her children. "As for what
happened ... they were just there waiting to arrest me. I couldn't
tell you much more than that."
"Tell me, is anyone
else from Ald Raathim here?" Loranna asks Shaka. "I hear
word that the royal family from Mournhold is about though I haven't
seen them yet ..."
QUOTE(Dagoth
Lich @ Apr 5 2006, 07:20 PM)
Slyvos
looked at Shaka, noteing silently the shaved head for a moment. Not
important, really, but it was interesting compared to the mindless
activity that his cell provided. "hello, Shaka." He said
in a rather dull voice; he tried his best to give a smile, but it
just wouldn't show up on his face.
Oh how he wished to be
free of this wretched hole of a city... his mind needed something
better to do then count lines on stone walls and attend a ball that
he couldn't even enjoy because of the damned guards.
As if sensing Slyvos's mood, Loranna gives
Slyvos's hand a squeeze that's half cautionary, half reassuring.
syronj
Apr 5 2006, 08:30 PM
QUOTE(Loranna
@ Apr 5 2006, 08:23 PM)
"Thank
you dear," Loranna says, happy to recieve any word about her
children. "As for what happened ... they were just there
waiting to arrest me. I couldn't tell you much more than
that."
"Tell me, is anyone else from Ald Raathim
here?" Loranna asks Shaka. "I hear word that the royal
family from Mournhold is about though I haven't seen them yet
..."
As if sensing Slyvos's mood, Loranna gives Slyvos's
hand a squeeze that's half cautionary, half reassuring.
"A fair number are attending. I saw
Reichi in the distance a while ago, and Isidor and Kethiah brought
their brood along. More are trickling in. . . . Your Grace, this is
intolerable. The three of you haven't been freed?"
"How
can we be expected to celebrate the engagement." Shaka shook
his head, then took strength from his three friends' calm. Loranna
had always had a positive effect that way. He noticed they had
glanced at his head, and smiled wryly.
"I shaved it as
a kind of pledge to start thinking like a battlemage again. If
you're not free, I'm not free either."
Sheogorath
Apr 5 2006, 08:33 PM
QUOTE(Loranna
@ Apr 5 2006, 08:23 PM)
"Thank
you dear," Loranna says, happy to recieve any word about her
children. "As for what happened ... they were just there
waiting to arrest me. I couldn't tell you much more than
that."
"Tell me, is anyone else from Ald Raathim
here?" Loranna asks Shaka. "I hear word that the royal
family from Mournhold is about though I haven't seen them yet
..."
As if sensing Slyvos's mood, Loranna gives Slyvos's
hand a squeeze that's half cautionary, half reassuring.
Kethiah rushed forward out of the crowd to
gently embrace Loranna and kiss her cheek.
"Glacia is
trying to speak to the Emperor now before his entrance, but she
told me to make sure you were all right," the former assassin
said, looking at Loranna.
Xyber02
Apr 5 2006, 08:34 PM
QUOTE(syronj
@ Apr 5 2006, 05:30 PM)
"I
shaved it as a kind of pledge to start thinking like a battlemage
again. If you're not free, I'm not free either."
Anya tapped him on the shoulder, shaking her
head. Her features were slimmer, more narrow, but still held
bosmeri characteristics.
"Don't be silly. There's no
need to punish yourself at all over this. What would you have done,
fought the Empire's rule all on your lonesome? Besides, a friend is
never far away should anything go... astray."
Nalion
Apr 5 2006, 08:38 PM
QUOTE(syronj
@ Apr 5 2006, 08:30 PM)
"A
fair number are attending. I saw Reichi in the distance a while
ago, and Isidor and Kethiah brought their brood along. More are
trickling in. . . . Your Grace, this is intolerable. The three of
you haven't been freed?"
"How can we be expected
to celebrate the engagement." Shaka shook his head, then took
strength from his three friends' calm. Loranna had always had a
positive effect that way. He noticed they had glanced at his head,
and smiled wryly.
"I shaved it as a kind of pledge to
start thinking like a battlemage again. If you're not free, I'm not
free either."
Nalion smiled, but said nothing and just nodded
at Anya's comment to Shaka.
"I have to agree with Anya. Is
there a reasone to put yourself in shackles of your own? Would not
being free better to help?", he asked absentmindedly. Nalion
was still trying to realize that he was out of his cell, and
drowned in the amount of space the ballroom offered in comparison
to his tiny cell.
When seeing Kethiah rushing towards
Loranna, Nalion smiled and greeted her.
"Good to see you,
too, Kethiah. It's been some time."
Dagoth Lich
Apr 5 2006, 08:41 PM
QUOTE(Sheogorath
@ Apr 5 2006, 07:33 PM)
Kethiah
rushed forward out of the crowd to gently embrace Loranna and kiss
her cheek.
"Glacia is trying to speak to the Emperor
now before his entrance, but she told me to make sure you were all
right," the former assassin said, looking at Loranna.
Slyvos was able to smile now, hearing that
Glacia was trying to help them out. "Thanks Kethiah." He
said, before his face got that sullen look back on his face. It was
hard to not be depressed when he couldn't even feel his wellspring
of magicka flowing through him.
QUOTE(Xyber02
@ Apr 5 2006, 07:34 PM)
Anya
tapped him on the shoulder, shaking her head. Her features were
slimmer, more narrow, but still held bosmeri
characteristics.
"Don't be silly. There's no need to
punish yourself at all over this. What would you have done, fought
the Empire's rule all on your lonesome? Besides, a friend is never
far away should anything go... astray."
He raised an eyebrow, taking a close look
at the disguised Anya, as if trying to determine who it was. Then,
the fact that she had spoken to Shaka before any of them made him
realize. "Good to see you... and what's with the ryhming?"
syronj
Apr 5 2006, 08:42 PM
QUOTE(Xyber02
@ Apr 5 2006, 08:34 PM)
Anya
tapped him on the shoulder, shaking her head. Her features were
slimmer, more narrow, but still held bosmeri
characteristics.
"Don't be silly. There's no need to
punish yourself at all over this. What would you have done, fought
the Empire's rule all on your lonesome? Besides, a friend is never
far away should anything go... astray."
"Elf." Shaka was smiling despite
himself. "You showed up after all. Thanks." Shaka put an
arm around her shoulders and hugged her tightly.
He nodded
his understanding to her; if need be, they'd fight for their
friends even if the odds currently seemed stacked against them.
Loranna
Apr 5 2006, 08:46 PM
QUOTE(Sheogorath
@ Apr 5 2006, 07:33 PM)
Kethiah
rushed forward out of the crowd to gently embrace Loranna and kiss
her cheek.
"Glacia is trying to speak to the Emperor
now before his entrance, but she told me to make sure you were all
right," the former assassin said, looking at Loranna.
Loranna kisses Kethiah back in kind. "Hello
dear; you look splendid," she says, embracing her friend and
Spymaster. "That's good to hear; I hope this matter will be
cleared up soon. But it's good to see you again; tell me, how are
Isidor and the children?"
QUOTE(syronj
@ Apr 5 2006, 07:42 PM)
"Elf."
Shaka was smiling despite himself. "You showed up after all.
Thanks." Shaka put an arm around her shoulders and hugged her
tightly.
He nodded his understanding to her; if need be,
they'd fight for their friends even if the odds currently seemed
stacked against them.
"Wise words, even if they were spoken
in rhyme," Loranna says to Shaka, grinning. "Hello again
dear; how have things been treating you of late?"
Xyber02
Apr 5 2006, 08:54 PM
Anya giggled, shaking her head, "No rhyme."
She
squeezed Shaka back, "Of course I made it, why wouldn't I?"
Sheogorath
Apr 5 2006, 08:58 PM
QUOTE(Nalion
@ Apr 5 2006, 08:38 PM)
When
seeing Kethiah rushing towards Loranna, Nalion smiled and greeted
her.
"Good to see you, too, Kethiah. It's been some
time."
Kethiah looked to Nalion, and she could see
the shock in her eyes before she disguised it. The truth was, she
hadn't recognized him at all. She embraced him as well. "It
has been, Nalion. Too long."
QUOTE(Loranna
@ Apr 5 2006, 08:46 PM)
Loranna
kisses Kethiah back in kind. "Hello dear; you look splendid,"
she says, embracing her friend and Spymaster. "That's good to
hear; I hope this matter will be cleared up soon. But it's good to
see you again; tell me, how are Isidor and the children?"
"They're somewhere about,"
Kethiah replied, and couldn't help but laugh. "I think I lost
them. But they'll be so relieved to know you're all right."
Nalion
Apr 5 2006, 09:03 PM
QUOTE(Sheogorath
@ Apr 5 2006, 08:58 PM)
Kethiah
looked to Nalion, and she could see the shock in her eyes before
she disguised it. The truth was, she hadn't recognized him at all.
She embraced him as well. "It has been, Nalion. Too
long."
"They're somewhere about," Kethiah
replied, and couldn't help but laugh. "I think I lost them.
But they'll be so relieved to know you're all right."
"Indeed, Kethiah, indeed. I'm missing Ald
Raathim.", Nalion said, returning the embrace. Then, he smiled
broadly and laughed in delight. "The children are here? I'd
love to see them! How are they? How must they have grown!""
Sheogorath
Apr 5 2006, 09:07 PM
QUOTE(Nalion
@ Apr 5 2006, 09:03 PM)
"Indeed,
Kethiah, indeed. I'm missing Ald Raathim.", Nalion said,
returning the embrace. Then, he smiled broadly and laughed in
delight. "The children are here? I'd love to see them! How are
they? How must they have grown!""
Kethiah smiled. "Just don't tell
Tilitalia how pretty she looks. It makes her turn reddish-purple."
Nalion
Apr 5 2006, 09:19 PM
QUOTE(Sheogorath
@ Apr 5 2006, 09:07 PM)
Kethiah
smiled. "Just don't tell Tilitalia how pretty she looks. It
makes her turn reddish-purple."
"A maiden's blush!", Nalion smiled.
"But wouldn't it be not impolite not to comment on her beauty?
Which, by the way, I haven't told you yet... Motherhood is
befitting you very well, Kethiah. You're looking stunning."
One87xe
Apr 5 2006, 09:22 PM
The Imperial Palace, Cyrodiil
"Honestly Ora,
you didnt have to hit the courier that hard...your lucky you didnt
break his nose" Osa says
"What?!? He was three
days late, plus I had to rewash it...he's lucky I didnt cut his leg
off" Ora replies looking rather pleased with
herself
"Whatever" Osa mutters
The sisters
step foot inside, staring in awe at the water based theme, each
mesmerized by the overall size of the place. There'll be no
confusing the pair this time, as Osa's sky-blue gown accents the
water themed fixtures to the letter. She also taken the liberty of
braiding her hair into tight knit rows, allowing the pair of Silver
earrings she wears to gleam and shine in the various lighting
schemes of the room.
The grayishness of Ora's gown, plus
the sapphire accents along the trim, are reminescent of rainclouds,
on an otherwise sunny day. While Osa's dress may be more
contemporary, Ora's shows a considerable amount of flesh,
especially around the leg region. The Ebony jewelry she wears seems
to shimmer off the numerous water spouts. While her hair is down,
yet an Ebony Barrette finals the ensemble.
Both sisters then
proceed to mix and mingle throughout the room
stargate525
Apr 5 2006, 09:23 PM
Reeds had entered the ball with Glacia, who quickly moved off to
intercept the Emperor. He sat back, trying to keep out of the way
and not screw anything up, when he noticed a group of the Ald
Raathim bunch gathering. Not wanting to miss the action, he went
over. He could not say that this surprised him, nothing much did
anymore with this group.
"Loranna, Nalion, Slyvos."
He nodded to each in turn, "I trust you've been treated...
better than terribly?"
Loranna
Apr 5 2006, 09:23 PM
QUOTE(Nalion
@ Apr 5 2006, 08:19 PM)
"A
maiden's blush!", Nalion smiled. "But wouldn't it be not
impolite not to comment on her beauty? Which, by the way, I haven't
told you yet... Motherhood is befitting you very well, Kethiah.
You're looking stunning."
"Try complimenting the graceful beauty
of her step and the artistry of her sword stroke," Loranna
suggests to Nalion, grinning and managing to almost forget the
constant presence of their guards. "That only makes her turn
red, I hear."
She sighs. "Nine willing, we'll be
seeing our own kids this evening," she says, rubbing her
fingers. "I feel naked without my wedding bands. And don't
anyone say anything no matter how easy I just made it for you."
syronj
Apr 5 2006, 09:24 PM
QUOTE(Nalion
@ Apr 5 2006, 09:19 PM)
"A
maiden's blush!", Nalion smiled. "But wouldn't it be not
impolite not to comment on her beauty? Which, by the way, I haven't
told you yet... Motherhood is befitting you very well, Kethiah.
You're looking stunning."
"You are at that, Kethiah. I was just
telling them how invaluable you, Kallen, and Glacia have been while
the Duchess was away."
Shaka squeezed Anya's hand, and
glanced over at the dunmer ex-assassin. It was starting to feel
like old times . . . But what would they do when the party was over
and the minders standing nearby took the three back to the dungeon?
They'd have to fight for their friends if they wanted any
self-respect left. How could they prevail against these numbers,
though?
Sheogorath
Apr 5 2006, 09:27 PM
QUOTE(Nalion
@ Apr 5 2006, 09:19 PM)
"A
maiden's blush!", Nalion smiled. "But wouldn't it be not
impolite not to comment on her beauty? Which, by the way, I haven't
told you yet... Motherhood is befitting you very well, Kethiah.
You're looking stunning."
Kethiah laughed. "Oh, she doesn't care
the first thing about politeness and etiquette, just bashing people
with swords in the arena. Her stepmother, however, thanks you very
kindly for the compliment."
It was true. She had lost
the weight from pregnancy long ago, everywhere except in her face,
so her normally sharp features had been softened. She had also not
cut her hair since leaving her career as an assassin, and now it
was quite long and jet black, complimenting the emerald green dress
she was wearing for the occasion.
Dagoth Lich
Apr 5 2006, 09:32 PM
QUOTE(Sheogorath
@ Apr 5 2006, 08:07 PM)
Kethiah
smiled. "Just don't tell Tilitalia how pretty she looks. It
makes her turn reddish-purple."
"Oh, really? I'll make sure to do so
then." Slyvos says with a jokeing grin plastered on his face.
QUOTE
"Try
complimenting the graceful beauty of her step and the artistry of
her sword stroke," Loranna suggests to Nalion, grinning and
managing to almost forget the constant presence of their guards.
"That only makes her turn red, I hear."
She sighs.
"Nine willing, we'll be seeing our own kids this evening,"
she says, rubbing her fingers. "I feel naked without my
wedding bands. And don't anyone say anything no matter how easy I
just made it for you."
Slyvos makes his hand that isn't holding
Loranna's into a fist, holding it at his side and closeing his eyes
in frustration. He shook for a moment, before calming down again.
I'm sick of having to put up with this imprisonment... I swear,
if I ever get the chance, and the proper excuse, I will burn that
place to it's foundation.
Aki
Apr 5 2006, 09:42 PM
QUOTE(Loranna
@ Apr 5 2006, 09:23 PM)
"Try
complimenting the graceful beauty of her step and the artistry of
her sword stroke," Loranna suggests to Nalion, grinning and
managing to almost forget the constant presence of their guards.
"That only makes her turn red, I hear."
She sighs.
"Nine willing, we'll be seeing our own kids this evening,"
she says, rubbing her fingers. "I feel naked without my
wedding bands. And don't anyone say anything no matter how easy I
just made it for you."
Reichi smirked, catching those words. "But
naked nords are oh so fun to make fun of Loranna," he said as
he moved closer to the group. "Of course, there was no witch
invovled, and its usually the male nords who end up like
that."
"Hopefully we'll be able to get you out.
Its' not like you could have done anything that bad that would
outweigh the what, three times, we saved Tamriel?"
Nalion
Apr 5 2006, 09:44 PM
QUOTE(Sheogorath
@ Apr 5 2006, 09:27 PM)
Kethiah
laughed. "Oh, she doesn't care the first thing about
politeness and etiquette, just bashing people with swords in the
arena. Her stepmother, however, thanks you very kindly for the
compliment."
It was true. She had lost the weight from
pregnancy long ago, everywhere except in her face, so her normally
sharp features had been softened. She had also not cut her hair
since leaving her career as an assassin, and now it was quite long
and jet black, complimenting the emerald green dress she was
wearing for the occasion.
"So Tilitalia is on the way to be the
heroine of the next generation?", Nalion asked, smiling, glad
to be distracted from his more darker thoughts about his situation,
but then, he changed the topic. "Is there any word or rumour
whether the Emperor will be attending this ball as well? There are
some cases I have to plead before him."
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