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Zaek walked to Barrett.

Maybe you know "My wings"? If not the words i can sing...

The jester smirked at Hook and brought his drink back to his chair, taking a sip.

Barrett looked up at Zaek and smiled.
"Of course my friend."
he began to play the song, waiting for Zaek to start singing.

Raven smiled at the man who addressed her, "Hello, I am High Priestess White Raven of the Holy Empire of WhiteRaven, Pleased to make your aquaintence"
She then glanced at the offerings of wines, "Do you know if they have a good red Minister Hook?

Rothana saw the jester prepare to play another and eagerly awaited what the next song would be.....

"They have a fine selection of everything," Hook grinned. "I don't mind telling you I'm quite impressed. Although..." he lowered his voice. "If you're in the mood for something rather special I did notice a bottle of Vin de Rosier 1985 hidden away at the back. I could fetch you a glass, if you like. We could beat the others to the best on offer." He twisted the end of his moustache around his little finger and smiled mischieviously.

the jester continued to play trying, to restrain his laughter at what he thought a hilarious sight.

Hearing Barrett begin to play again, Nathicana looked over, suprised to see Zaek preparing to sing.

The man's talents never cease to amaze. she thought with a smile. No wonder she loves him so. Warrior, diplomat, poet and romantic all in one.

the jester nods at Nathi, a substitute for saying hello.

Raven smiled, at the man he seemed harmless, " i would be happy to take you up on that offer kind sir," she then scanned the room for her Novice, and saw that she too had been talking to another guest, knowing that she would see the Girls sooner or later relaxed to enjoy the atmosphere...

OOC: it appears Goth isn't on

IC:
the song finished and Zaek walked off, the jester began to play a dancing song

Hook fumbled around amongst the wines and found the bottle of Vin De Rosier. He poured two large glasses. "One for her..." he sang to the melody. "And one for me."

As he walked back to the High Priestess he placed a double Bourbon down by the jester. "And for you." he winked.

Nathi smiled and nodded back to Barrett in acknowledgement, applauding softly as the song ended.

the jester happily recieved the bourbon from hook and had a sip, very relaxed.

After finsihing his song, Zaek still sung the chorus softly

No i won't delay, No I won't delay
Time is like a knife for me, I just won't delay

after his third bourbon, the jester decided he had consumed enough and scanned the room with his cold grey eyes

he said quietly to himself,
"Anyone worth talking to?....."

OOC: Forgive me, school called!

IC:

Jaime smiled over at Nathicana, "Beatiful song..." he murmured, "But not as beautiful as you," he said, reaching across to put the ring on her finger.

OOC: No worries - rl happens. *grin*

IC:

She smiled up at him, then looked down at the beautiful ring, a hint of tears glimmering in her eyes.

the jester, noticing Jaime and Nathi suddenly took up his lyre and started playing a little romance song

He smiled, whispering in her ear, "You look very beautiful in this light ... Even more than usual."

"Stop that ... You keep on like this, and I'll think you've taken too many knocks to the head." she teased. chuckling softly.

She looked up at him again, forgetting her worries, putting aside her concerns. "Do you dance?" she asked, eyes sparkling.

He grinned, "Well, I have taken a few too many knocks to the head in my day..." he murmurs.

"Yes, I do dance. A little awkwardly with a broken arm, but that's life."

the jester blocks out everything except playing the dancing song for the two lovers

Zaek was captivated by the music and on his way checking what happened to his luggage, he took the hand of a waitress and spun her around a few times before striding on.

"Don't worry about that ... just hold me with your good one." she said softly, putting her arms around him. "I'll be gentle." she winked.

He grinned, and winked back. "All right," he said, putting his good left arm around her.

"So ... " she said as they danced, "Since it seems you truly are serious about this ... for reasons I'll never be able to fathom ... " she looked up at him with a teasing smile, "What are we going to do about it?"

He put on a strange look. "Um ... Do with it? Why would we need to think of that?" He grinned, and laughed.

"I'm not sure, I just knew I'd never be happy again if I wasn't with you," he says.

Someone walks up to the jester and whispers something in his ear. he immediately stops playing and stands up to make an public announcement.
"Sorry for my abrupt deprature but business calls; if you want my musical services just wire me a telegram."
he grabs his cloak and bolts out the door.

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She didn't know quite what to say to that - the idea of someone elses happiness depending on her ... was a truly novel thing. Usually, it was something less pleasant. She hugged him closer.

Hearing Barrett announce his departure, she waved. "Perhaps we should go sit and talk for a bit?" she said, gesturing to a quiet table.

"Things to discuss after all ... plans I suppose ... never done this before." she murmured. "Perhaps a quiet little service? No fanfare, no pomp, no unexpected visitors ..." she trailed off.

ooc: CURSE the servers! Took forever!

OOC: Hate the lag, kill tha lag, burninate the lag!

IC:

"I agree," he said, "Nothing fancy. Just some friends. No ... unwanted guests. At parties involving important people they're rarely good."

"Sorry for that ... for the interruption." she said, obviously still angry over it herself.

"Any thoughs as to where? When? And after ... what are you going to do? You know my place ... responsibilities ..." she didn't look pleased at that either.

Jaime shakes his head, "Nope, no thought on what to do afterwards, although I suppose something will have to be done..."

Thinking about the other questions, he says, "I don't know where, or when, either, but how about outside, at someplace peaceful and pretty? It would match you, but only somewhat, as nothing can equal your beauty."

OOC: hey kids Goth went to bed and im busy packing.. sigh but we will be back ina bout 5 hrs or so... jsut wanted to let ya'll know.. smiles...Cheers!

Obviously uncomfortable at his glowing compliments, she grinned. "So help me boy, you keep on spouting such silliness, I'll ..." she stopped that particular tease, sharply reminded of Devon's earlier insinuations.

Shaking her head and starting over, she continued "There's an island ... Dominion coast. Quiet, pristine ... beautiful little waterfall with a pond just a short hike from shore." she mused.

"That sounds beautiful, and perfect." He said.

"Anything else ... well, lets just deal with it as it comes." she said smiling. Her eyes still showed a touch of worry ... it seemed she was always pondering and weighing possible scenarios.

He nodded, "What I've always done," he said. He layed his good hand on her shoulder. "Ease up. It'll be fine."

You owe him ... she kept thinking to herself.

"You never pry." she said softly. "Even when ... " she nodded over to the door, not wanting to repeat the name.

"I've admitted to a less than pleasant past ... told you some things won't change ... and still." she fixed him with a searching look, watching carefuly for his reaction.

"Still." he said. "I know things won't change. Some things never change."

"Just when I think I've got all the angles figured out .. you suprise me. Again." she smiled, putting her hand over his and giving it a squeeze.

"No more about it then. As it comes. Good or bad."

He nodded, "As it comes. And no matter how it comes, I'll be there."

He grinned, and joked, "Now, off that topic..."

"Indeed." she grinned back. "Wait til you see what I brought for the couples ... Hoping they'll like them."

"Had portraits commissioned for them. Together. Case of our finest wines to go with them. Not much, perhaps, but ... " she shrugged and smiled. "I do think the artists did a fablulous job, if I do say so myself."

OOC: ROOOOOOOOAAAAAR! Damn the lag. I scanned the past few pages, and I don't think I missed anything special, but I'll look again just o be sure...

IC:

Dayne and the Hound emerge from a small marble Pavilion, quite obviously happily drunk. The Hound's dogshead helm dangles from his hand, almost forgotten.

The Evenstar saunters along, singing drunkenly in a rich deep baritone. Though slightly slurred, his voice is rich and has a pleasant ring to it.

"If when I say I might fade like a sigh if I stay...
You minimize my movement anywaaaaaaay...
I must persuade you another waaaaaaaaay...."

The Hound chuckles, shaking his head,"You sound like a dying sheep, my Prince."

The Evenstar smiles, shaking his head and quieting as they stride along the street.

...

Jaime barely controls his snickers at hearing, off in the distance, the Reaver singing. He turns to Nathicana, "That's a wonderful gift. I'm sure they'll love them. Me, I went all out. I spent my entire yearly income. I had nothing to use it for anyway..."

OOC: triple post

OOC: ^Are evil^

Jacob woke up startled, wondering how he had fallen asleep.
" Hah! Fazir? Did I fall asleep? Oh well, let's go check up on Cleo. I'm sure she's ok. Probably still singing I would bet!"

He looked around and dressed into his formal clothes, and walked out of his room, and then asking a servant to be brought to the party.

Cleo saw him, as she had been prowling around the room, and came running up to him, purring as he picked her up.

" Heh, anything new Cleo?" He smiled as he said this.

" Seems I didn't miss too much, I hope Zaek and Rothana have named their cat... I trust they're the best owners that I could've entrusted her to."

He then made notice of the new people, and his instincts brought him back to his little dark corner of the room, sitting down at the same table he had sat at before.

Fazir climbed back up to the top of the same bookcase, not wanting to be near all the other people, only wanted to survey the area. He noticed the new people, and studied each and every one of them.

There were a few differences from when he had left the room, such as a couple of moved things. At this moment, he wished he could sing like Cleo could...

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Jacob looked around, and saw Fazir right back at his old place. He remembered the events of the night before.

OOC: Ok, you guys can pet my cats, I'll be back in an hour :P . Just don't do anything bad to my character ~_~

IC:

Jacob then fell into the mood of the room, and let himself go with the party.

"It's not as though you need worry for money, you know ... but what on earth did you get them?" she arched a brow wondering.

Seeing the gentleman with the cats re-enter, she nodded towards him and smiled.

He leaned forward, whispering, "It's a bit unoriginal, but I blew all my money on six noble katanas. They cost a hell of a lot, and they're some of the best ones ever. They're fairly fancy, and I got them all with impressive runed blades and silver edges, I don't know why. I went overboard. Even if they never get used, they're damn impressive to show a friend. Each is personalized to match the person's character. Plus, I got them some of our best wine, and a few other smaller things. Well, I shouldn't say 'I'. These gifts are from all of Haraki. I just happen to be the one that spent the money."

He leaned back, saying, "Think they'll like 'em?"

*a lyre is heard*

Jaime's ear perked up, and he murmured, "I do believe the Jester's back ... I should go say hello, never had a chance to before."

the jester entered the room, a smile on his face
"I'm back!"

Dayne looks about himself, grunting softly and motioning to his swornsword,"Do you hear that, Hound?"

The Hound grunts a reply, his eyes straying to a passing woman in a low-cut gown.

The Evenstar doesn't seem to notice, and moves off toward the faint music.

Her eyes widened a bit at the list. "I do indeed. Kingly gifts, Jaime."

"I can um ... help you out on the money end, truly. After all - I have a rather extensive account." she chuckled. "Not that it really matters. Money, it comes and goes."

Chuckling at the off-tune singing, "You know ... they might have the right idea. Last time I drank to excess wasn't pleasant. This time, perhaps you'll share the experience with me?" she grinned.

He grinned, "Sure. Always liked heavy drinking, myself. Got me into - And out of - A lot of scraped in the HIA. Most crminals love to drink... Anyway, I really don't need money. Chris way overpays me, meaning I have this massive savings account, I emptied half of it for the gifts but it's still large. I truly could live off that for the rest of my life."

he tries desperately to play over the off-tune singing, waiting for a specific request.

hears something about drinking and instantly gets up to get a bourbon.

"Lets join him, shall we?" she says, motioning to Barrett.

"Sure, sounds good to me." he said, rising and beginning to start a walk over to him, but waiting for Nathicana.

Takes a sip of his strong bourbon and eyes Nathi motioning to him. He straightens up and tries to look at least half-presentable.

"Oi, Jester!" Jaime yells. "Good to see you again!"

The jester smiles.
"It's good to see you too!"

Jaime nods, "Better from the fight in Gothicum? I hear everyone was kinda freaked out ..." His voice fallas a little, "By Arcanum."

Nathi smiles warmly at Barrett. "Good to see you again." she says.

As Jaime mentions Arcanum, her eyebrow goes up. "You know ... you never did really explain what all happened in that fight. I regret I'd left."

"I'll tell you later. It might upset a few people here."

Nodding, she left it alone. After all the things she'd kept to herself ... was the least she could do for him.

He took a sigh of relief. She hadn't questioned. He would tell her later, just not around Zaek, Richenda, or Rothana.

the jester looks at Jaime dangerously.
"Perhaps you should keep certain things a quiet."

Jaime nods, "I know. Why do you think I'm saying later. In private."

"As for getting better,"
rolls up shirt to reveal several scars
"things are looking pretty good. And as for Arcanum....he did not really freak me out but.....he has a had a lasting effect on me."

Jaime said, in a solw voice, "He does that. Not many people I know get over him."

He looked down at his arm. "And this is from the bombing in NYNJ," he said. "Broke my arm."

"A bombing eh?"
has a sip of bourbon.
"Does anyone know who did it? These parties are turning out to be little pieces of hell.....or perhaps large pieces of hell...."
he closes his eyes, seeing fifty or so people, laughing insanely, blood foaming from their mouths. He lets out a noise of disgust and opens his eyes, having another swig of bourbon.

Nathi says nothing, uncomfortable at the manner in which she escaped harm at the park.

sees another scene, this time of a blood covered self, shearing off heads and hacking people to pieces.
"Jesus...."
puts down drink and supports self on table, rubbing eyes

Jaime turns to her, "Hey, what's wrong?"

He inside, is thinking, I barely survived hat bombing. Another few minutes without aid and I would've died from blood loss. Plus, if that shrapnel had hit a foot to the left, I'd be dead.

In the middle of a delightful conversation, Hook's mobile phone rings. He curses and answers it.

"Yes, what is it?" he snaps. "A.... a what? A.... in Slutbum Wallah? Edward, surely you must be... I see."

He rung off and put the phone away.

"Excuse me won't you?" he says, to the guests. "I've been called away most urgently. It's been a most charming day. Be seeing you!"

And with that he runs off to his hovercraft.

Her brow furrowed, watching him go, and looking to the gentlemen she was drinking with.

"And so it begins." she says softly, taking a long sip.

Jaime's phone rang. He answered it. "Hello? ... I see ... I see ... Are you sure? ... Okay ... If you need ... Got it." He hung up. His face looked somewhat grim.

"And it has begun..." he said in a quiet voice, that seemed to be directed towards her drink.

"Wallah?" she said softly, already knowing the answer.

The jester watches the people leave.
"It appears that there is a crisis somewhere, I don't think I will be involved."
he continues to sip his drink.

Jaime nodded, once, grimly. "Wallah." he said.

He put his hand on Jaime's shoulder.
"I don't know where your going, but I know it's going to be dangerous. Be careful."

"I've got an old ... friend looking into things. Seems it just went from bad to worse."

Nodding to Barrett she says "No ... I really don't think you do want involved. We've lost too many good people there already."

"I wasn't planning on getting involved." he says quietly. "I was asked not to help. Besides, I've got an old friend there as well. I sent her personally, to investigate the men that were arrested. She's a good swordfighter. I trust her."

"And you," she said with emphasis, poking Jaime in his uninjured shoulder, "are most definitely not going there. Glad to hear you talking sense." she nodded at his explanation.

"I knew I wasn't going. Except if I get asked, I'm not getting involved. And I mean asked as in, 'I'm dying, I'm dead if you don't show up' kinda thing." He looks up, draining his drink.

Nathi looked uncomfortable. "I'm not sure I believe the reports myself, but then ... I've seen more than a few ... odd things, since leaving the Dominion."

"We thought it was a cult ... blood rituals and the like ... murders. Were asked for help getting it cleaned up."

The jester suddenly drops his drink to the floor, the glass breaks and he bolts out the door.

Jaime swears into his glass. "D*mn fool ..." he murmurs, "They should be able to handle it."

She watches the jester leave, a worried expression on her face.

Turning back to Jaime, she takes another drink, reaching over to put her hand over his.

"I don't want to think about it."

He nods. "All right."

He looks down. "That ring seems to suit your finger perfectly." he says.

She held out her hand, admiring the play of the light in the jewel's facets. Looking up at him through a stray lock of hair, she smiled.

"Now ... to find a design to fit you."

He allowed a small smile to cross his face. "All right," he said.

OOC: What's going on? Geeze, I come back on and there are SEVEN more pages. Has the party started yet?

OOC: chit-chat whilst we wait for our hosts to come back online. :)

OOC: chit-chat whilst we wait for our hosts to come back online. :)

OOC: Yes, just chit-chat ... Just some rather important chit-chat...

OOC:*smiles* Indeed. Could take discussion elsewhere, but don't seem to have the avenues.

OOC:*smiles* Indeed.

It most certainly is... The truth!

A quiet ringing takes her attention for a moment. She reaches into her small handbag and takes out her cell.

"Yes?" she pauses, listening ... nodding ... "Good. Payment will be wired upon your arrival."

She smiled slightly "Thanks, old man." and hung up, putting the phone back.

"They're out." she said to Jaime. "Your team's still down there. I'm sorry."

"D*mn it..." he said under his breath. "Well, if I know Jane, she'll get them out of there ... somehow..."

"I hope."

She gave his hand a comforting squeeze. "Don't worry about it. Will be fine."

He nodded. "Let's ... Not worry about that." He looked over at her. "Just looking at you makes me feel somewhat better."

"What do you mean, you lost it? it was sent here, i checked it in myself!!!"
The employee of the packaging service cowered, barely able to speak to the dark man
Zaek stood right in front of him, looking him square in the eye.
"I am betrothed, as in about to be married, so i suggest you get on that phone and find out where my bags are, then maybe al will end well, allright?"
The employee nodded and hasted off to a phone, Zaek setting himself down on a chair, taking the kitten in his hand and petting it.

Jaime looked over at Zaek. "I feel sorry for him..." he murmured, "I've lost too much luggage in my day..."

Nathicana grimaced. "Never had the displeasure, but ... The poor man has had enough on his plate lately without this sort of irritation."

Jacob, after awhile of sitting [ooc: actually about 4 hours in RL ~_~, ic:], finally got up from the table he was at. Cleo following him on one side, and Fazir on the other.
He walked over to where some of the discussion was at, and asking the general group, (Dread Lady, Jester, whoever else), " And might this party ever live again?".
Then he sighed, and stood, just listening as Fazir had done on top of the bookcase.

Rothana shook her head as she realized someone lost her betrothed's luggage.. she then went to go check on the preperations for the ceremonial dinner......

"Patience, my good sir ... patience. One of the qualities a diplomat must learn ... even if it isn't in our nature." she smiled at Jacob.

"I don't believe we've been properly introduced. Nathicana D'Aquisto of the Dominion." she nodded to Cleo. "Your cats are exquisite."

Jaime excused himself, and walked over to an exquisite glass-fronted cabinet sitting eight feet high in the hall. He looked up, then jumped up, and pulled himself up onto it with his good ar. He sat down on it, dangling his legs over the edge, looking oddly happy.

Nathi watched him go with a grin. "What on earth ... ?"

" Yes, well, nice to meet you. It's been quite great here really, just a little bit off, first time out of my nation you see. Internal Affairs minster... But, away with that. I believe that Cleo has been quite a star today," He smiles as he mentions that, " And I only wish for more people to embrace the singing cats... our country is quite small, and we feel the need to let other countries see the goodness of the Singing cats..."

He looked around, and then sighed a little, only to bring himself quickly back to the outside world.

" Heh... I forgot... by the way, my name's Jacob Skarish."

Nervous man she thought, smiling.

She held out her hand to shake his. "A pleasure." she said. "I hope you're enjoying your time away - I know I try to."

Jaime waved at Nathi, watching as a cat leapt up to the cupboard with him. He stroked it and it began purring loudly. "Quite comfortable up here," he called down to Nathicana.

Jacob looked up at the man on the cupboard for a second... and told him...
" Hey... that's old Fazir.. watch out for the claws!"

He immeadiately hoped that the man wouldn't try to pet him on the chin... or anywhere somewhere near the throat... or the man would be.. knocked out for awhile by the poison...
He looked up to warn him, but decided it would be OK...

"Hey, don't worry. Animals like me," Jaime said. He reached down, stroking Fazir, who rubbed against him and purred.

She shook her head. "Jaime, I swear sometimes you are such a child ..." she said with no malice and endless amusement in her voice.

Noting Jacob's concern she asked "Is there a problem?"

I'll come, when is it?

Jaime nodded and grinned. "I know. This is fun, you should try it sometime!"

Jacob smiled, as Fazir was finally being friendly with someone, rather weird for him. He knew Fazir had a reason behind everything though, and trusted that Fazir would take care of himself.
" A human kicked him in the throat... when he was young... he has no voice, and can only purr... he's a singing cat though... he can't even 'mew' now," he blurted out to the people around him... just thinking aloud.
" He's got a light poison on his claws now... so he'd only knock jaime out for awhile... the fall from the cupboard would be the most dangerous thing," he let out a small laugh.
" Poison claws, one of the other less-pleasant mutations of some of the Singing cats... it's rare though... only a few out of 100 singing cats have them..."

I'll come, when is it?

Jaime nodded and grinned. "I know. This is fun, you should try it sometime!"

Nathi reached out to give Jacob's shoulder a comforting pat. "Jaime's a sweet one ... there's no worries there. I'm sorry for your pet ... there's no excuse for abusing an animal so."

Calling up to Jaime she said "Oh sure - in this dress? I think not!"

Baron von Bresnvorts, a young man in a crimson and blue uniform, approaches Lady Nathicana and bows. "Lady, may I ask if I may introduce you to Archduke Valerian, Heir of Lavenrunz?"

"If you really want up, I'll help you up!" Jaime says, laughing. He reaches over, stroking Fazir.

Waving Jaime off with a smile, she turned to the gentleman and said formally, "A pleasure, your grace." and courtsied gracefully.

Jacob smiled, " Yes, he sure does take well to Fazir... quite a rare sight for me. Going to other nations brings new things... I think I shall do it more often..."

He looked over at Fazir, who was enjoying the attention of Fazir quite well. Cleo was meanwhile prowling around the room, seemingly asking for attention from one of the newcomers.

"To what does the Dread Lady owe this pleasure?" she asked, putting out a hand.

OOC: I'm going to bed. I'll be on for a bit tomorrow morning, but then I'm going to a three-day camp, so I won't be on for three whole days :cry: .

Wish ti wasn't true, but...

Cya later.

OOC: Alas ... well, have fun with camp! See ya when you get back.

Archduke Valerian, a fair haired young man with bright blue eyes, wearing a black and silver uniform, mirror polished black boots and a sabre on a chain attached to his belt, bows over the hand. "Lady Nathicana, a pleasure. Your reputation precedes you. I am the Heir of Lavenrunz, Archduke Valerian, and I wanted to meet you."

"I'm flattered, your grace. I had no idea such an insignificant leader such as myself had attracted such attentions." she smiled warmly.

Jacob looked at the newcomer, and sighed, while making several 'tssk' noises, calling Cleo and Fazir to him, as they walked back to his dark corner. He sat down and wondered about the dinner...

lord marcus mingled with different people around the room, welcoming newcomers and thanking well wishers. he soon realized that the cats were back on the prowl and made a point to keep an eye on them.

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the lady alhana catherine parted with her last dancing partner and walked towards the bar. it has been a quiet and pleasant night, with none of the usual complications that have been prevalent in the last few balls she has attended. her mind wandered to thinking about klihk as she sipped her drink.

OOC: Alhana - gads, where'd everyone go? *blinks*

"Lady Nathicana, your wisdom in international affairs, your wit, charm and extraordinary beauty are already becoming renowned." Archduke Valerian replied. "But it is because of that that I am speaking to you. You know many of the important guests and people of SilverCities, I understand. Perhaps you can enlighten me a bit about them? What entanglements there are and so on?"

OOC: Alhana - gads, where'd everyone go? *blinks*

OOC: lol... no idea. i just got here and i'm trying to update myself on all the RPS i'm in. seems everyone in the US had a busy night. each thread has added at least 10 pages :?

Nathicana retained her warm smile, even managing to blush slightly at the compliments, but her eyes sparkled with intrigue.

"Why my dear Valerian, I'm a simple guest at these proceedings ... all I know of these wonderful people is of common knowlege and public record."

"Come now, Lady," says Valerian, smiling, his eyes matching hers. "You should know well that Lavenrunz normally operates in other circles...Lodoss, the Reich, the Heartland, the Female Islands, 8Bit, and so on..."

She takes a slow drink, chin tilted down, dark eyes watching him over the rim of her glass.

"Indeed ... and interesting circles they are, my dear Archduke." Setting her drink aside, she carefully moved a stray lock of hair from her face. "I'm flattered, truly, that you think my knowledge runs so deep."

Giving him a sly smile, she arched a brow enquiringly. "Just what do you hope I can do for you, my boy? And more to the point ... what might I expect in return?"

"The friendship of Lavenrunz--indeed of myself--is not something to overlook. Lavenrunz is the head of SATO, part of the World Business Organization, and my family are among the few particular people who command great wealth and power in and of themselves.
But I have, in honesty, come to SilverCities in part to pay respects, but also to seek my own prospects for marriage, for a liason that would be with someone of good birth, good alliances and closer to our country in ideals than Iesus Christi for instance." Archduke Valerian says pointedly.

"Indeed." she says, pondering it all carefully.

"Of course, I'm always interested in forging diplomatic connections ... " she trails off, nodding slightly in acknowledgement of Lavenrunz and its reputation. "As for your search for more intimate ties, as you can see, there are many women of high regard and good breeding here."

Nodding to Alhana, over at the bar. "Alhana for example, I believe is single ..." she watched for a reaction. "Though I'm not certain about some of the other guests here."

The Archduke passes a thoughtful and admiring eye over Alhana. "Indeed? Yes, recently Alhana joined the SATO alliance. I have also had the pleasure of meeting the shy but delightful Queen Lauren of Laurenwood--and her newest friend." he smiles with amusement. "Lady, would you be so kind as to introduce me to Lady Alhana--after telling me a little more about her?"

Dayne and the WarHound stride through the festivities, exchanging occasional words with nobles and diplomats. Dayne's eyes continually scan the crowd for Richenda.

Finally he seats himself on a bench, sending a passing servant for another drink and adjusting the slim iron crown perched on his brow. The Hound snorts in derison, shaking his head and settling alongside his prince. "You sure are perty with that thing on."

The Evenstar sighs, taking a glass from the servant and looking to his Hound,"I'm a bloody Prince, I should act like it. You're a Duke of this or that as well, so you should too, Dog."

The Hound growls a laugh, shaking his head and taking a drink from an antique drinking horn slung beneath his cloak,"Don't call me dog." He eyes Dayne dangerously, but the Prince only waves a gauntlet-clad hand dismissively.

"Of course, my dear Valerian." she said, smiling. "Alhana is a delightful lady, more complex that she lets on, I believe. She seems to be quite close to her brother Marcus - good friends as well as family. I haven't noticed any competition for power between them, and they do seem rather protective of one another. I believe he'd like to make sure she marries well, though I haven't heard him say as much." she noted. "Not having any siblings myself, I wouldn't know of such relationships, but there you have it."

"Shall we?" she put out her arm to the Archduke, and motioned towards Alhana.

"Lead on, Lady." said Valerian, bowing gallantly.

alhana catherine eyed dayne and the warhound with delight.

now there's a pair who seem to have surprisingly left their shell

she amused herself by watching the usual stoic pair bumble around in their drunkeness. wondering what has happened to klihk, she waved to marcus to come to her.

~~~

those cats will be the social death of me!

marcus winced as cleo came near him, probably to try and start fresh from their disastrous first meeting. he dodged the cat at the same time saw his sister wave to him. smiling in acknowdgement, he hardly noticed cleo brush past his legs again. in surprise, he stumbled onto a passing servant carrying a platter of food.

"those darn cats!" he grumbled as he saw the platter of food crash to the floor.

Walking with the rather charming man over to Alhana, she courtsied formally.

"Lady Alhana Catherine, may I present the esteemed Archduke Valerian, Heir of Lavenrunz." She stepped back, and gave them proper space.

The sight of Richenda's prince caught her eye ... he and the dangerous man accompanying him. She took up her glass again, and looked over them speculatively.


OOC: Not sure if Alhana is still on, but ... and curse me if I got titles wrong - will go back and edit if so. :)

alhana catherine gave nathicana and the man a brilliant smile, her golden eyes, as usual, twinkling.

"nathi! how are you my dear?" she kissed both the dread lady's cheeks before turning to the archduke, "pleased to meet you, m'lord." she tilted her head and cast her eyes down in greeting.

Nathi smiled and returned the greeting. "Just splendid, Alhana, truly."

Archduke Valerian, a fair haired, slender man in a black and silver uniform, sabre at his side, bright blue eyes, takes her hand and bows over it elegantly. "Lady, it is an honor. May I congratulate you on this happy occasion for your brother?"

alhana catherine smiled at valerian and nodded to him.

"i rather think it is MY honor, archduke, to have finally met you. please, congratulating me is unnecessary. " she laughed, "surprisingly, i had no part in my brother's bethrothal, despite my belief that it would take me to finally see him married."

she motioned for nathicana and valerian to join her at her table.

"would you care to join me?"

"Only so long as I'm not intruding?" she replied, looking to Valerian before accepting.

"Not at all." the Archduke says politely. "Lady Alhana, I think your brother is being attacked by cats! Should I assist him?"

she laughed heartily at the thought of marcus being attacked by cats.

"thank you for the offer, but marcus really should get over that silly fear!" she leaned a little closer the valerian, "i'd rather you offer to speak more about yourself. how goes your nation?"

~~~

"get away! scat!" marcus told cleo with gritted teeth. the cat seemed bent on being friends with him and he was in quite a miserable mood.

Nodding graciously, she sits down and makes herself comfortable, still scanning the room on ocasion, making mental notes as she always does at such events.

Looking back over to Jaime, she smiled, shaking her head slightly. Eternal child, there ... Just glad to see him smiling again.

Valerian sits with a casual elegance. His demeanor is not so much the fop or dandy, as that of a jungle cat. Handsome to look at, graceful, but potentially dangerous as well. More subtle than the Reaver, certainly.
"The Empress' health is well. Foreign matters? We are supporting our ally Menelmacar in the Congo venture, by creating a riverine patrol, which will reopen commerce and communications. We have an expeditionary force in East Turkestan right now, which will help them fight marxist rebel forces. Furthermore, SATO is engaged in a number of training exercises. In fact, I'm to take part in the planning of them for RDF Two. Are you familiar with the RDF concept?"

OOC: Must beg your pardon - sleep calls. Hope to see y'all on tomorrow sometime. :) And dang - you just had to make Valerian a hottie, didn't you? *chuckles*

alhana catherine sat back, intrigued. her long, fine, light brown hair flowed down her shoulder as she brushed it back, and her golden eyes studied the archduke in fascination.

a powerful man... she thought to herself.

she took a sip of her drink, and laid it down daintily on the table. she raised an eyebrow at valerian's words.

"it seems you are heavily into the militaristic side of your foreign relations these days. i do hope your operations work out. my nation is quite wary of such things." she paused before continuing, noting the casual, yet elegant demeanor of the man before him. "we have only recently become part of SATO. i'm afraid we have a lot to learn about the recent projects and plans. what is the RDF concept?

OOC: Must beg your pardon - sleep calls. Hope to see y'all on tomorrow sometime. :) And dang - you just had to make Valerian a hottie, didn't you? *chuckles*

OOC: sleep tight girl :wink:

OOC: Nite nite Nathicana! :) Oh, AC, can you give me some idea of what she looks like? I missed her arrival, this thread grows like a weed. A nice weed, but man.

IC:
"The RDF stands for Rapid Deployment Force. There are Five main positions of SATOs permanently assigned forces. One in the Cursed Continent of Lodoss, one in the Heartland, one in the Female Islands, one in the Atlantic Ocean, and one in Space. The last is mostly satellite systems of course, but vital for intelligence and strategic purposes. What all this amounts to is that the alliance always has these forces on permanent assignment to the alliance itself, forces from Lavenrunz, Menelmacar, GMC Military Arms, Gmeistaville, Terraus, Ravenspire...from many nations, now including your own." Valerian says, seeming pleased and excited by all this. "It means that we truly can act as one if we are threatened, or indeed if one of us is."

OOC: sure, check your TM :wink:

"oh... yes, that was one thing i had asked permission for prior to being accepted. as a pacifist nation, our armed forces is non-existent, thus we couldn't comply to that one requirement. however, we have been talking with lady selar of sithrose about committing ourselves to the board of compassionate relief."

before anyone else could say anything, she added, "i just remembered... the nation of foe hammer has recently presented us with 100,000 M-20B assault rifles. as we have no use for it in our nation, would it be possible for us to send it to SATO?"

Our republic would like to congratulate the ladies and wish them a long lasting fruitful future. We are sending a meaningfull gift for each of the three ladies.
A message from our president:" We congratulate you and hope our gifts will please you" "Our prime minister will present them to you in person". :P :lol:

(ooc: ok ive been gone 12 hours and 10 pages have popped up... i just cant keep up.. especially this week.. exams and stuff :? :shock: so i will retire from this RP...)

OOC: sure, check your TM :wink:

"oh... yes, that was one thing i had asked permission for prior to being accepted. as a pacifist nation, our armed forces is non-existent, thus we couldn't comply to that one requirement. however, we have been talking with lady selar of sithrose about committing ourselves to the board of compassionate relief."

before anyone else could say anything, she added, "i just remembered... the nation of foe hammer has recently presented us with 100,000 M-20B assault rifles. as we have no use for it in our nation, would it be possible for us to send it to SATO?"

Valerian lifts an eyebrow, his blue eyes sparkle. "That would be a very generous gift. Although I don't know of any nations that use the M-20B assault rifle...do you know off hand what kind of round they fire? But yes, the Compassionate Relief might be the way to go for you." He takes a sip of his wine and says after her responses, "And another thing...why on Earth did they give you a hundred thousand rifles?"

a rich throaty laugh escaped her lips.

"they were given as a form of apology for having supposedly embarrassed me. it was a trifle matter, i assure you, and i was quite surprised at the generosity myself."

she laid a hand on valerian's right arm and looked at him with amusement in her eyes.

"do i look like a woman who would know much about firearms m'lord? of course i can have that information brought to you when the crates are shipped to be stored. where should we have them delivered? does SATO have a place where military equipment are stored?"

Valerian seems to be pleased by her attentions; like a predatory cat's his eyes seem to become more intense, his manner less playful. he pauses, listening to her, and chuckles at her comment. "A place, Lady Alhana? SATO has dozens of bases and staging areas. However, I will make arrangements so that they are sent to the city of Zwoll in Lavenrunz, where a large naval base exists that serves RDF 3. And you, my lady, have only to command your ministry of defense--if that is the appropriate title--and arrangements will be made between those we delegate to. his hand--strong but elegant--brushes the one that is on his arm, his air one of appreciation. "And you are clearly no soldier. I think you are avid for gentler pleasures than war."

she blushed at his words and at the hand that had brushed against hers. she looked into his blue eyes and had to look away at their intensity.

"i shall have one of my ministers take care of it, m'lord. arrangements for the transport will be made tomorrow."

she turned away from him and reached for her drink. only then did she notice that her hand was trembling. she gave a little laugh, took a sip, and laid the glass down before it became obvious.

"and, yes. i do say, i am not warrior, as most of people are not. i am a lover... of the arts, of philosophy... of life itself."

"I am first and foremost a leader, a ruler." Valerian smiles warmly at her. "The things you speak of are things that people live for, and I enjoy them too.
'Dark eyed, O woman of my dreams
Ivory sandalled
There is none like thee among the dancers,
None with swift feet.'" he recites, and then raises his glass. "I do appreciate beauty and life, lady."

A jester staggers through the door, covered in what appear to be claw marks. He has apparently wrapped himself in bandages. He goes to get a bourbon.
"I'm gonna need a few."

The jester takes his double bourbon and sits in his chair near the back of the room. His grey eyes are bloodshot black and blood soaks the bandages black.

Klihk comes into the room, with reopened wounds from (Way back) when Marcus slammed him against the wall. He was murmuring, "Damn doctors don't seem to know what they're doing..."

alhana was enjoying valerian's company when she saw the jester from gothicum's ball enter.

"oh my... i'm sorry m'lord, you'll have to excuse me." she quickly walked towards the jester. "why is it that whenever i see you, you are hurt? i wasn't able to introduce myself before, i am lady alhana catherine, and you are...?"

she looked at his wounds and tried to find someone to aid the jester.

Jaime leapt down from the cupboard. "Jester, Jester, Jester..." he murmured. "You always seem to get yourself into these positions."

He looked around, grabbing a first aid kit from a passing guard, who never noticed it was gone, and started to patch up the Jester.

"I never should have gone, there were vampires, they ripped us apart."

Jaime says two words. "I know." and keeps patching up the Jester.

---

Klihk leaned against a wall, up on the balcony, gingerly feeling his reopened wounds. "Ow. D*mn." he said, wincing.

alhana catherine sighed with relief as she saw jaime arrive with a first aid kit. she looked around to see if the jester's entrance has caused a stir at the party when she klihk amidst the crowd. he seemed to be in more pain than when she saw him earlier.

whatever is the wrong with him? he really needs to see a doctor about those wounds...

The jester sips his bourbon and then sets it down and rubs his eyes. He mumbles,
"Can there not be a time when we all just have a drink in peace!?"

Klihk looked around. "Wounds healing pefectly, and then along comes Marcus..." he mumbles, mostly to himself.

OOC: this is about the vampyre attacks? :oops: i'm in trouble now... alhana catherine was supposedly badly hurt there.

OOC: this is about the vampyre attacks? :oops: i'm in trouble now... alhana catherine was supposedly badly hurt there.

Just say the Jester warped time around himself and you'll go to that party later...

"Jaime, how did they get in? I showed up and as you know it was a hell-hole! Who did it? I heard something about a dominion or something but that doesn't really register when you're going beserk."

"I don't know, as far as I know it was all the SW vampires together, attacking. Hell-hole it was, that much I do know."

The jester takes out his lyre and plays a somewhat sad tune, it does not have the same uplifting qualities as the other songs he usually plays.

Jaime roars, "God damnit, Jester! Play something cheerful!"

The jester looks at him with a look that seems to say something rude but changes his tune and plays a cheerful little song.

OOC: this is about the vampyre attacks? :oops: i'm in trouble now... alhana catherine was supposedly badly hurt there.

Just say the Jester warped time around himself and you'll go to that party later...

that's how i originally made it work. you okay with that plan mardis? that the jester somehow warped time? if not, i'll just stay away from this part of the story and ignore the time problem.

fine

The jester plays his song in silence, his face staring straight ahead without any sign of emotion.

Jaime looks down. "I'm sorry, Jester." he says. "It's just ... People I've known for a long time are dying out there, and I don't think I could handle a mournful dirge right now."

OOC: I have to leave now for my three-day camp ... Don't let it get TOO far ahead...

"Where is it you say, Silver Mages??? The card specifically said Silver CITIES, I know, I wrote it myself. How long would it take to get it from there to here?"
"A week sir."
"A week? Then you'd better send it back to Gothicum, because that's way too late. You want me to spell Gothicum for you? I'll do it anyway...
Godsmack
Osbourne
Therion
Hammerfall
In Flames
Covenant
Uriah Heep
Metallica

You got that, good."

Zaek turned away from the employee and grumbled
"Now to find clothes..."

Rothana sensed her Chosen's frustration and went to his side, " is there anything i could help you with love? "

"Oh, not really dear, you wouldn't happen to know a reely fast tailor in the immediate area, would you, because someone..."

Zaek glared at the employee one last time, which made the poor girl almost want to crawl under her desk and die.

He puts his arm around Rothana's shoulder

"...sent my luggage to the wrong part of the world."

Rothana smiled and put her arms around him, " In fact i do, She is the Best and makes all of our clothes" Rothana slipped a slim cellphone out of her back pocket, and dialed....

"Hello? Jannelle? Hi, this is Rothana.. how are you? Yes the dresses are lovely you did an amazing job as usual, i have a question for you....do you have time to come down to the Palace for a bit of a rush job? Yes we are holding a party but you were invited as well... you know that ....oh good see you in about half an Hr.... Thank you! "

She hung up and gazed at Zaek, " Janelle is a world class designer...she also knows how to listen to her clients, im sure she wil be able to make up something suitable in a short time"

"Thats great honey. I just hope she has the fabrics..."

"Shouldn't be a problem in the least" Rothana kissed Zaek on the cheek...

In quite a distant to the palace
An elderly man with a crown with seven points and a man in a full platemail armor with shield ride in front of a small group
"Father, I told thee that we should have begun our travel at least one day earlier. Do you see this crowd? Everyone but us has arrived by now!" the armored says a bit nervous as soon as they can see the palace of SilverCities
"So you did. But neither you nor me knew how fast this horseless vehicles are. You only couldn't await to get out of our nice, peacefull Duchy. Well, we will see soon enough in what your careless and adventurous youth will get us in." the Duke responds. Then he adresses one of the group behind them, probably a page
"Peres, ride ahead and ask for the stables for our horses and some rooms to prepare ourselfes for the festival. I don't think we should attend to a festival in traveling clothes" he glances to his son and mumbles "or in full armor, i don't even know why he insisted to wear it"

OOC: Alas - slept in. Late night. *grin* Hope I didn't miss everyone entirely!

Regina saw the approaching Party and told a passing servant to ready the stables.. she then waitied outside for their arrival to greet the newcomers....

Janelle De Berdanis arrived at the party, she was an older lady with quick blue eyes she scanned the room for Rothana then found her... she approached her with a big smile..

Rothana Saw Janelle and gave her a big hug.... " Janelle DeBerdanis this is My Betrothed Zaek Of Gothicum"


"My pleasure to finally see who has captured my favorite, model's Heart"

Zaek bowed and smiled

"Pleased to meet you miss De Bernadis. My apologies, mylady, for calling on your services so rudely, but it seems it was direly needed. I hope we can handle this swift and discrete, so you can at least enoy the rest of the party."

Zaek laid his arm over miss De Bernadis' shoulder and started to walk towards the palace

"So do you have black widow spider silk?"

Smiling at this charming young man she replied, " I have everything you could hope for in my shop good sir, it is necessary to keep even rarities on hand if you dress Royalty... What did you have in mind?"

Walking away from Rothana with the seamstress

"well, just a black shirt finsihed with silver thread. It has to be light to wear and have a souch touch to the skin. Oh and some black pants in a leather like fabric, tight round the waist and skin. And how about ...."

Making his first public appearance, Grand Leaf Eater Raui emerges from the car. He notices the big crowd and shudders. How a recovering agorophobic ever made it in public life was still a mystery to him. Yet he was here to meet people...keep the encounters small, block everyone else out. Breathe.
Alone, Raui walks toward the castle, breathing in even count to his steps.

Regina noticed the newcomer and tried to introduce herself, " Hello, Welcome to SilverCities, my name is Regina Leah, Please dont Hesitate to ask for anything during your stay... "

Also taking note of a new face, Nathicana raises her glass in greeting from where she's been sitting, talking quietly with other guests.

When the group approaches Lady Leah one of the riders positions himself in front of the duke and begins to speak with an quite loud voice
"May i announce, the Duke of Gimrunal, Leader of the House Tirasal, the first House of the Council of Gimrulan, Akad the second and his Heir" at this point he is interrupted by the armored man who dismounts and takes the word.
"Melran, " he draws his sword, kneels before the Lady, bowing his head and presenting her the sword "always ready and eager to serve an queen of such beauty that word of it has been even spread to our humble duchy although words could have never been able to describe such as is yours. And even when your hand may be already given to annother one i shall be your servant with my honor and my life"
The rest of the group is more than surprised by the behavior of Melran and the duke even tried to quitly call him back, not sure if Milran didn't hear or ignored him when he procceded

The jester sits in his chair, staring straight ahead

Rothana seeing Zaek and Janelle move off togther talking Fabrics and styles moved to join Nathi, " So, been interesting so far... from what i understand the great dining hall is being set up so dinner can get underway soon, " she then sighs and motions to the barkeep for a glass of wine

OOC: ah - you're active. excellent.
IC:
Seeing the jester and Jaime in discussion, and noting his rather disturbing appearance, Nathi quietly excuses herself and walks over to take a seat next to him.

"Was it as bad as I feared?" she asked quietly. "And are you going to be alright?"

OOC: Gah - you're all too quick for me!
IC:

Smiling at Rothana she nods. "The delicacies of Gothicum were a delight - I can only imagine what you have to offer here."

"Are you holding up ok?" she asked, concerned. "There has been a lot of ... well, a lot going on of late. And state parties are, I know, tiring."

Regina looked a bit flabbergasted for a moment then quietly said, " I'm not the Queen, Im just the Undersecretary for Public Relations," she then blushed and added , " Queen Siren and her Sisters are inside.. i can initroduce you if you like.."

Rothana smiled at Nathi's question, "well to be Honest whatis driving me to distraction is the anticipation of finally being married, planning, parties politiking ive done for years now, but being a wife? im both terrified and excited at the same time"

She nodded, taking a slow drink as if to steel her nerves.

"You, my dear, will make a wonderful wife. I've seen you two together ... if ever there were two souls meant to be one, it is you and Zaek." she smiled.

"I totally understand though ... I ... well, I'm not cut out for that sort of thing." she said, glancing over at Jaime with a smile and a flicker of nervousness in her eyes. "Even if others believe differently."

"He does Bring out the best in me i have to admit, before him I didnt get out much, my life was the Great Library, advising Silver, and Patching up Richenda," she smiled. " But now, i realize there is more then what habit dictates your life should be, much much more" Rothana sipped at her glass of white wine, " you can never say never, love has a habit of laying the best laid plans to waste" she then laughed quietly....

"yes, yes! YES! YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS! That's it!!!!!"

Ecstacy filled Zaek as he feeled the soft fabrics in the seamstress' store

"Truly, you have divine fabrics in here, this is a goldmine!!!!"
He quickly grabbed a pencil and some paper and started drawing up designs. Showing each to the seamstress.

He looked up.

"I guess you'll need my measurements too."

He stood upright and spread his arms

"I am all yours" he smiled

"I've noticed that." she said with a wry grin. "After all these years of carefully keeping myself safe from such complications ... " she shook her head, looking over at Jaime again.

"Men ... damn their hides." she chuckled, taking another sip. "I just hope he doesn't regret it." she finished softly.

"Reminds me - when appropriate, I've had a few little gifts brought ... Nothing too extravagant, but I hope they'll please."

Jannelle smiles when she saw how enthusiastic he was about her wares, she picked up her measuring tape and began at the inseam.. while measuring she thought for a brief moment, " Rothana is a VERY lucky woman" she then continued the measurements quickly...
" I should be able to have a basic wardrobe to you in a couple of hours, for the rest i will get it to you within 24 hours..."

Rothana grinned, " Tell me about it... Nathi, your friendship alone is priceless, and there is no hurry for gift giving... not that i would refuse mind you.." she then laughed ....

He looks irritated up to her "But thou has to be! How could such eyes, shining like the brightest stars, such flowing hair, framing a face of a beauty unmatched not belong to a queen?"
Finally Duke Akad speaks up and interrupts his son "Well, could you say us where we can bring our mounts and where we can ready ourselfs for the festival? The travel has been quite tireing and we will need to get clothes on which are not full with the dust of the street. Or even better, assign one of your servants to do so. You might have to deal with this lad now." he grins and shakes his head a little bit, amused over the mistake and reminded of his own youth by his son.

Dayne sits on his bench, scanning the crowds quietly. He idly tugs at his beard, which has been gathered into a thick braid which hands down his chest. His indigo eyes seem to be constantly moving today, always caressing this lady or judging that man.

The Warhound mutters something about 'sobering up' and wanders off into the crowd, snarling at those who stray too close to him.

The Evenstar chuckles at his companions actions, shaking his head and resuming his silent surveillance of the festivities.

Nathi smiled back at her warmly. "Rothana, you've no idea what that means to me. I've had far too many enemies, and never many friends. Sacrifices that come with the position..." she trailed off, then brushed it away dismissively.

"Regardless - gifts I've brought, and gifts you shall recieve." she grinned. "I only hope you feel the artists did you justice."

Noting the Dayne's roving eye, she can't help but give him a sly wink, chuckling softly as she takes another sip.

"Miss, you are a angelic saviour, I'll bring payment on my return..."

Zaek hasted back to te party, a huge weight lifted off his shoulders
Arriving there, he could see Dayne sitting on a bench, he stepped towards him.

"Got any room for a fellow warrior" he smiled.

Regina, blushed again to be addressed by the young man in such a manner but called for one of the stablemasters, " This is Master Carey, he will take very good care of your mounts, it would be my pleasure to take you to your rooms myself.." With one last shy glance at the young man she led then within the Palace...

Richenda made her way to Where Nathi and her Twin were seated, " Hello girls, mind if i join you? My nerves are shot.. " she then smiles

Nathicana laughed lightly, motioning her to sit down with them. "You as well? Of all of us here, I'd have thought your nerves to be the ones least prone to jitters."

Richenda blushed lightly, " I can handle blood, war, pain, but love .." she sighs," im absolutely lost" she then grabs Rothana's glass and downs half the contents,"sorry sis i'll be sure to get you another"

Rothana smiled at her then said, " dont worry about it, and i do understand..." she then motioned to the bartender for another round...

Raui gladly smiles and thanks Regina for her greeting and nods in the direction of Nathicana. The Lady is as beautiful as rumored. Raui finds a table and sits still breathing rythmically. He looks around, one person at a time, focused.

ooc: I post and then go back to catch up and BAM a whole page pops up and I'm hopelessly left in the dust.

OOC: yeah we can move pretty fast it seems sometimes i have to catch up too..lol

She chuckled softly, shaking her head and smiling. "Ah, ladies ... if we didn't love 'em I dare say we'd kill 'em for putting us through it."

As the drinks were brought over, she took her glass and lifted it in salute.

"To love, and the men who's fault it is we're in it - may the powers that be grant us the patience and strength to survive them both." she grinned.

Raui notices the seeming plethora of beautiful women. It would be nice to meet someone new. Raui smoothes the deep green of his sash and adjusts the golden leaf that signifies his role as national representative. The only face the world will see for right now. He is tall, blonde haired and deep set blue eyes that sparkle. He nods at those who happen to see him as he sees them.

Zaek, seeing the three lovely ladies together, excused himself to Dayne and decided to join them.

"Hello ladies" he smiled, putting his arm around Rothana

"Could you move a little apart, the sun is hiding in shame being confronted with the combined beauty of you three."

"Hear, Hear!" Richenda Grinned and lifted her glass....
Rothana giggled and did the same.... "hello love"


Regina made her way back from leading the Girunal Party up to their rooms... she was a little flustered ....

Dayne grins and bobs his head, motioning for Zaek to sit. "Of course, my friend, of course. I have been meaning to speak with you anyway, on behalf of my father."

His laugh is rich as he arranges his flowing burgundy cloak about his shoulders,"The Lord Reaver wishes to ask a question that may be somewhat... Strange to one not of Pantera and the Reavers."

He continues, slowly,"I have a cousin, my Uncle Rhaegons oldest boy. He's twelve..." The Evenstar slowly lets his eyes rest on Richenda, across the crowd. He clenches a fist into thick burgundy fabric of his cloak and shakes his head,"Pardons Zaek, for my rambling. My Lord father would ask that the boy be fostered in Gothicum, to study with your masters of the Blade."

He laughs softly, purple eyes still drinking in his love,"After all, Chancellor, soon we shall be brothers. The Reavers shall, after the wedding bring a treaty between our two nations forth, to ensure long lasting peace and harmony between our nations..." He trails off once more, seemingly unable to tear his gaze from Richenda.

As Zaek rises, so does the Evenstar. He follows close behind, smiling and making a sweeeping bow ti Richenda and the other ladies. He keeps his silence as he straightens, simply watching his bride to be.

{{Edit: Sorry about being so late...}}

Finally putting a strangle hold on his nerves, he sees that two of the brides are seated together and decides it is now or never to start making ties. He stands and as he moves over a gentleman joins the ladies. Four people...four people. You can do this. You must do this. GO. Raui steps up and quietly says, "Pardon me, but may I pay my congratulations to the lucky brides?" His information had better be correct as to which was which or this may be the last thing he comes to. Let Dolph get off his butt and do this stuff.

"Zaek, you are a dangerous man." she grinned. "And though impressive, I don't mean your skills as a warrior."

"All well with the luggage problem, I hope? We couldn't help but overhear."

Zaek slaps his thighs, stands up and faces Dayne putting his fist on his chest and bowing

"Dayne, that would be an absolute honour. As a friend, as a warrior and as a brother."

Noting the handsome newcomer, Nathi looks up and smiles in greeting, tactfully fading back to allow the sisters to respond.

As they dismount the servants of the group take the bags from the saddles and the bards their instruments and follow the Lords, while the young one of them still praises the Lady Leah
"...and if not of these wondrous and strange land you are indeed a queen, a queen of beauty and goodwill and if not even these so at least the queen of my heart. I hardly dare to ask, but will you choose me to serve as your knight?"
(ooc: sorry for being slow, can't translate this kind of speech easily)

Richenda's eyes are held by her Reaver, she once again is rendered speechless at his powerful presence.....

Rothana Seeing her sister's condition cant help but smile.. she shakes her head in silent laughter...

Regina, was flattered and whispered to the young man, " I would be honored"

Raui clears his throat and in a soft but firm and greatly controlled voice, "I am Raui, Grand Leaf Eater of the Nation of Caterpillars. Rothana Siren and Richenda Siren, I bring congratulations on you betrothals in behalf of my nation and the whole region of Castle in the Clouds." He turns to Nathicana.
"It is also a pleasure to finally meet you Dread Lady. Our few communications have been ground breaking. Our intentions are indeed peaceful and we look forward to stronger ties between our nations."
Raui manages to unclench his fist in his pocket, the blood from his palm absorbed and dissolved into his tunic.

Nathicana says nothing, noting Richenda's response. Smiling quietly, she takes another sip. Ah, the warrior herself truly captured by her reflection made flesh. she thought. Another dangerous man, that. But then, is there really any other kind, one way or other?

She cast another look over at Jaime, wondering again how the rogue had managed it.

Hearing herself addressed, she rises, offering her hand. "A pleasure, my lord." she says, smiling warmly. "I look forward to our negotiations."

Raui takes her hand in a firm grip and impressed at the grip the Dread Lady has. "Indeed, my Lady."

"It is my honor to fight and serve for such an noble Lady"
When they arrive at theyr rooms Melran kneels again to Leah while the rest of the group enters the rooms "Do you have any need for my services or protection at this moment or may i excuse myself to lay off the armor and get ready for the festival?"

Raui bows to those at the table and excuses himself to 'mingle'. He retreats to a table in the corner, his hands shaking uncontrollably under the table. Okay the basic formality is over. Now relax. Breathe. Find a nice girl and go somewhere quiet. Quiet and away from the crowd. One on one...that's what I'm best at. Raui's thoughts pause themselves as he again becomes painfully aware of the emptiness on his finger. Three years of marriage thrown away for what? Damn him for taking her. Damn her for going. Maybe one on one is my biggest weaknesses.

OOC: Seeing that I seemed to have killed the thread, I will retreat. :oops: