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PASSING OF THE CROWN, Part I: the coronation

Sodalis

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The kingdom of Kirai has a history in which no mortal man can remember. The books in its libraries stretch back for thousands of years, and yet its source is hidden from prying eyes and ears. but the royal family has been in power for the entire time, passing its crowm from generation to generation, without a single enemy able to usurp the throne.

the royal family is a blessed pride of half dragons decended from Rokmir himself. His whereabouts are unknown, but his brood lay dormant at the peak of Cloud Mountain, caring not for the happenings of the world as long as they are left along. The only indicator of their presence is the flock often takes to the skies in a magnificent display of aerial acrobatices.
No man has ever been able to scale its cliffs, but the royal family can call upon the aid of the dragons to whisp them away in times of need. This may also be the source for the kingdom's longevity.

Every 100 years, the crown is passed from father to son, in a glorious ceremony in which the entire kingdom celebrates in a festival of life. Travelers and merchants from across the land come to trade and feast in this bountiful time of art and music. Games are set up across the entire kingdom, and small shops and stands spring up everywhere. the royal family sees this as an indicator of how their kingdom has prospered over the years- and its reputation is still growing.

But in recent years, a dark presence has been felt by all that lives in the kingdom. the brood has not been heard of for years, something that is very rare. their display has ceased and their proud, thundering cries are now silent.

In addition, the castle itself has been feeling the pains of the dark force. The crop has been failing in recent years, and the livestock is not as healthy as before.

Many attribute this to the corrupted magistrate that has came into office a decade ago. And to the peasant's dismay, a magistrate position is held for life- and his being elven, will last far longer than any of the people who are suffering now.

But the people have high hopes for this crowning. A king has the power to reverse all decisions of the past and hopefully, this magistrate's reign will end as the new king is crowned.

throughout the land, the festival this year is known to the comon folk as "festival of Hope". Hope- something that they have not had for almost ten years now.
The festivities has begun days ago. People have gathered from far and wide to view that spectacle that is the coronation.

Every hundred years, the passing of the crown is signified with a metaphoric theme that is manifested through the people and the kingdom for the next century. This year, the theme was chosen outside of palace walls, but the recent events have led the royal family to adopt the theme of Hope: hope for a better future, hope for a new age of prosperity, hope for a new heir.

The royal family has been plagued with still births for the past ten years. tradition dictates that the first prince to produce a female heir will be crowned king. The end draws ever closer, and no daughter was born. This has caused many conflicts in the oryal fam,ily, none of which has reached the public, but a secret hardly able to be kept secret.

the traditions of Kirai is more peculiar than any other kingdom. The crown is passed through daughters- not sons. And it is her duty that she finds the best suiter to rule the kingdom. Her choice is absolute, and no other can persuade her decision. The first daughter of the royal brood that produces a female offspring will be crowned queen, and she will pass the crown through her bloodlines.

But at present, because no heir is produced, any of the four sons may be crowned, and the choice has torn the palace apart. Alliances were built and destroyed to gain power, and the three eldest brothers war against each other to win the favor of their mother and father. And because the four sons have no blood ties with the family, but related only by wedding the daughters, they have no loyalties to the kingdom exept their own selfish motives. The daughters, however, feel an obligation to support their husband in this race for the crown.

All three princesses are pregnant at present, which is why the forth prince does not feel the need to contend for his wife has not bore a child. The first to come out a girl will be crowned.

The kingdom is eagerly awaiting this news. There are even parlors and speak-easies that are taking to betting on who gets the crown, and what will happen to the other brothers when the crown is passed.

But no matter what happens, the crown is set to pass on two weeks. If a daughetr is not born by then, the crown will be passe to the eldest son- Mandar a half elf/half dragon. Keeping with the bloodlines is the main reason why he was favored in the lineage. the other three sons is Dryka-dark elf, Underwood-elf, Bob-human. The human being the least favorable, because he is unable to rule a kingdom for 100 years. He bears no chance in gaining the throne.



Semirhage:
[Can we get a little character description on the son-in-laws? I'd like to know how they act before I decide which one I am helpling.]


Vriseya paces silently around her private office in the Royal Library of Kirai. As a special adjunct to the library, she'd been given the offfice and a quarters in the city when she chose to use them. Her little coterie found the Royal Library to be very handy as neutral ground for meetings. In a few hours, her political contacts would arrive, and they would have to decide which of the sons to support.

It had already been a feat to arrange for the ceremony to continue and the crown to change, since the magistrate had tried various things to get the ceremony cancelled or post-poned. Vriseya knew that something was up, but she wasn't sure what.

As far as a child was concerned, it hardly mattered what the mother bore, so long as Vriseya and her colleagues were there, they could arrange to change the child's gender with a little well-placed magic if it were necessary. But keeping the other mothers from having children first... that was the important part.

All three women were practically bursting. Two were already overdue, and the third was approaching her term. Vriseya shook her head, glad that their agents and likely, numerous others had managed to keep the women out of labor.

She wondered briefly if Thamior had been able to locate all of the foods she'd asked him to purchase. There would be a range of tastes and species at the meeting later, and it would be poor etiquette not to offer a wide selection, even if her own tastes were quite different.

She would actually be seeing a few of her old apprentices at the meeting, which turned her thoughts to Niro. The boy certainly had talent and interesting ideas. His studies, which she hadn't had time to read, but had briefly skimmed, might provide interesting insight into Planar beings and mechanics. She shook her head. She shouldn't think of him as a boy, but it as so hard with humans. By the time they were old enough to think of as adults by her standards, most of her apprentices were dead... or undead, which she found mildly distasteful.

And what about this Kayindar? She'd heard that her rival *Raynorm* was fond of using Simulacrums to do his dirty work, especially anything that was dangerous. Kayindar could provide useful intelligence on his actions.

She shook herself, then walked to the window of her office and flung it open. The Festival of Hope drew nearer. Her meeting would soon be upon her and she felt...exhilarated, anxious. She whispered the words of her favorite spell and slowly took the shape of a raven. Such a bird would hardly be noticed, since they were so common in the city. She took wing, deciding to do a little reconaissance. She could relax a bit before the meeting and work out some of her anxiety.
 
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the sons are special in that they never behave as they are expected.

the eldest son, Mandar, is a half elf/half green dragon. being of Green decent, he was thought of as crude and impulsive, irrational and blood thirsty. He could not be any more different. he is calm, collective, and very shy. he does not speak much, but you can see and hear his mind calculating. His eyes constantly wander as if surveying every aspect of his surroundings- And for good reason. there was an assassination attempt made on his life when he was just a boy. A band of rogues tried to kill him, but made it look like an accidental encounter by looting his mother's hoard in the process- but they only took things that looked expensive and leaving the truly magical items in the cave. He has had a distaste for adventurers ever since. this event made him believe that he was meant for more than just hoarding, but greater things. Being of both elven and dragon decent, he has the gift of incredibly long life, and true wisdom from the ages. The passing year (last year) was his 450th birthday- in which he was dubbed the wisest of the land. the present king, being half dragon, half human, is only 425 years old. When it comes to life experience, the king himself must submit to the advice and objections of Mandar.


Dryka, the dark elf is a peace loving man with little compulsion for violence. He is rather frail and graceful as with all other elves, but his position as second is slowly eating away at him. When he first stumbled into the kingdom as a lost adventurer, the eldest sister Ederoi was the one that he met first. She got him back onto his feet (physically and financially) and restored his love and thirst for knowledge. She financed his missions with the finest weaponry and magic equipment. He returned from a mission given to him by the king to find that she had been wedded to Mandar. Heartbroken, he turned to anyone who would lend him a shoulder to cry on, and an ear to listen. This person was princess Aidan, the second oldest princess of the kingdom. The daily reminder of his lost love and his being second best to Mandar is more than even he can bear. As the day of the crowning draws nearer, you can see the expression in Dryka's face change from its pleasant nature.
While adventuring, Dryka was a fast talking, sweettalker that handled much of his conflicts through negotiations. no one really knows how he able to convince people to do things he asks, but he always gets the job done without ever drawing his sword. He got so good after a while that he stopped carrying a sword. Many attribute his sucess to the magic items that Ederoi has given him, which now rests in Bob's store- as a token of remembrance to his brother's lost love.

Underwood the elf, is not as frail and dexterous as most would expect elves to be, nor is he wise and graceful in his speech or actions. He is a brutish elf, standing 5'3" tall, and close to 100kg. He too was an adventurer, a ranger that specialized in hand to hand combat- and has never backed down from a fight. He was never a man to think, believing that actions speak louder than words. If it was up to him, the fate of the kingdom would have been decided in a free-for-all match where the last man standing, believing that it would be him, would be crowned. His rash and crude behavior has made him the least favored of the four to talk to, be around, or even look at. But he still believes that in ruing a kingdom, you need no friends. he is married to Sindora, the stubborn princess who always wants andgets her way. She is trying desperately to win the crown for her husband.

Bob the human is a freespirited man with little to care for. he lives his life as if any other in the kingdom. he owns a novelty shop, selling potions and spell components, and his favored customers are a band of witches who live just outside the kingdom's reaches. He knows that with three brothers ahead of him, there is little chance of his even seeing the inside of the crown, much less wearing it. He practices witchcraft, but those that know him knows that he can barely turn stone to mud, much less cast more complicated spells. He is always sporting a smile, and is very relaxed. If you met him in the streets of Kirai, by his mannerism and his clothes, you would just believe him as a peasant. This was how he met Princess Kiran a'Llyra . She believes that he lives his life as he sees fit- and pure of worldly taint. he follows his soul for what it speaks and not of what others ask of him. but this quality is the worst kind of king- being that he would not bear the responsibilty of a kingdom, but rather play with children in a friendly game of wiffleball...

All three ladies are due in labor- and because they have such different racial backdrops and family lineages, nobody knows what to expect and when to expect it. The royal family is holding its breath. All are looking at Mandar's child for he is the most prized baby of all. Being a half dragon himself, his child has the ability to do great things. And even greater is the purity of the child who is born from two half dragons. His pwers can be great, if honed in the proper manner.

But not to be counted out is the child of Dryka. He is an elf and his child would be part dragon. Seeing the greatness of Mandar, Dryka's child can achieve great things as well, given the proper guidance.

The Royal family is desperately praying that underwood would not have the first female child, because of the personalities of both he and the princess. Neither of which are fit to rule a kingdom, but both of which will not rest until it is theirs. they are hoping for a peaceful coronation thiis year- with these two staying out of trouble, and not causing any.

Flying about the kingdom, Vriseya sees that booths are being set up throughout the kingdom. The fortress gates are flung wide open, welcoming all to come and trade. This is the moment that all merchants wait to have and see. this is the most lucrative times of their lives. Food venders may have a great outing and make enough money to retire. games and novelty shops can sell out their inventory in the course of days. Many Guards (new and old) are placed on watch, and some even make a little money on the side for keeping a careful watch over a specific shop or stand. All this is held in the course of two weeks, and is set to start in the upcoming days.

But the more important part of the festival comes in one week. the royal guards are busy setting up a contest. Like the Civil service Exams which are held every ten years, this physical battery tests a person's knowledge of tactics, strategy, as well as personal fighting abilities. the person that scores the highest on these tests become the head of the royal guards, having complete authority as to how to conduct and train the royal guards for the next ten years, or until death. This also is a big attraction for fighters from neighboring lands, hoping to land a job as a royal guard. but more than naught, they are sent home with no more consolation than a couple of bruises and bumps to show for a failed attempt- yet again.



Wolfe96:
Niro walks quietly down the halls of the Citadel of Kirai, trying to figure out the map that one of the guardsmen had drawn up for him.

"D*mn labyrinthine halls... I've GOT to figure out a displacement spell so I don't have to walk so much." Muttering to himself, Niro studies the map once more, then begins counting doors along the hallway. "One, two, three, four, five... Fifth on the left. This should be the office."

Walking through the open door, Niro looks up just in time to see the disappearing black feathers of a raven.

"I'll bet that was her. Off gallivanting around the city again. You'd think someone so old would be more content with letting OTHERS do their intelligence work for them." Moving over to the long, narrow desk that sits near the window, Niro plops down into a very comfortable leather chair.

His quick glance around the room takes in the floor-to-ceiling shelving, the rich maroon carpeting, and the oak paneling that covers nearly every surface. Apparently, the years have been good to Vriseya since they last met. While the room had been described to him as a simple meeting room, it was more in keeping with a rich lord's main hall and compared well with the grand hall downstairs.

"Hmm... It will probably be a while before she returns. I suppose I can use the time. This office," a grin crosses his face as he considers the massive understatement, "will do nicely. Hopefully, no one will disturb me for a while..."

Reaching into one of the pockets on the outside of his robe, Niro pulls out a roll of paper just under five feet in length. Unrolling it on the desk's surface, Niro places stones around the corners and studies his painstakingly constructed map of the cosmos. While incomplete -- an infinite cosmos is difficult to map -- his model of the main spheres and a couple of the more prominent alternate planes is still one of the most detailed maps ever assembled.

Pulling out a candle from another pocket in his robe, Niro uses the lit oil lamp on the desk to catch the scented candle's wick. As the smell of saffron begins to fill the air, Niro looks around for some kind of holder. Not seeing anything, he shrugs and then grins to himself. Vriseya is going to kill him for marking the desk...

Once the candle is burning well, he drops some of the wax that has already melted onto the sparkling clean surface of the oak table. After waiting for the wax to cool for a moment, he sticks the base of the candle into the semi-hardened wax, creating his own makeshift candlestand. Satisfied that the candle won't move, he concentrates on the purity of the flame. Niro rapdily slips into a meditative state. Reaching out with his mind to embrace the planar spheres -- and more importantly to his research, the gaps between them -- Niro relaxes once more into the void and waits for his former mistress to return from her flight of fancy.
 
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Flying around the kingdom, Vriseya can see the actions of many- and all are eagerly awaiting the festival. tomorrow will be the first official day of the festival- marked by the greeting of the princes and the public. The princes will tour the city and greet every individual peasant, commoner, child, and farmer. this is so that the princes do not lose touch with the people for which they rule. The peasants also have a chance to see the face of their ruler- up close.

Many people believe this is the only way for the poeple to trust their ruler, for to see his face,and to hear his voice, is to know his person.

But off in the distance, Vriseya sees something that catches her attention. A caravan bearing the Royal Crest is approaching the front gates. Since the entire royal family is inside the palace at present, this can only mean that they have a royal guest. And by the size of the caravan, the number of guards, and the decorations, this guest is very important.

And the royal family is expecting them. The royal guards have just exited the palace and are making their way to the fortress gates. People are being ordered to stand aside. The people entering the front gates are now forced backwards as the caravan approaches the front gates. the size and grandeur of the caravan leaves the people in awe as they watch it pass.

When the guards are finally in formation, the caravan is ushers to the front gates where the people inside exit the caravan. They step out into the open for the first time, and squint as they look into the sky. the sun is shining brightly, and the sky is blue- a sign of good fortune.

A group of four men, all old and wrinkled, bow and follow the royal guards up the cleared pathway and to the palace. They each are in drab robes, with decorative pieces adorning their necks. In each of their left hands are warped staffs that they use to help support their withering bodies. The robes come close to, but not touching the ground, and their feet are dressed in simple slippers. they move with calmness of the sea, and the assurance of the mountains. A smile graces their faces- but not a word is uttered to the guards or the crowd. they head straight towards the palace.



Semirhage:

Vriseya gets an eyeful of the old men, trying to place them(if they're part of the ceremony, she's probably seen them before. If they're important, I'll address them in her thoughts in my next post.), then wings her way back to her office, skimming over the market to see if she can catch a glimpse of Thamior.

She lands on the window sill and croaks at Niro in annoyance as she takes in the scene. The boy has got to learn some care. If I hadn't been expecting him, he'd have been incinerated when he opened the door.

She shakes her head ruefully as she returns to elven form. She waits for Niro to come out of his trance as she walks over to the desk, the only surface in the room not covered in books, or scrolls. She sighs quietly as she looks over his map. She recognizes it as a map of the planes almost immediately, but is impressed to see so much detail in one so young. She grins as she notes that several of the more obscure planes aren't placed exactly where she would place them, but then she knows that Niro hasn't been planeswalking yet.

"Well, Niro, I think that when the time is right for you to enter the planes, at least you'll know your way around."
 

Vriseya does not recognise the caravan, and is curious in the people they transported. This is new to her- in the few crownings that she has witnessed, this is the first time people of the outside world were allowed to participate as part of he ceremony. But, by the looks of the caravan and the guards that were given protetion duty, they were important. Something is going on in the palace.

While making her way to Niro, and amusing herself with his map of the planes, she hears the horns of the royal messenger. He is making his way to your quarters at this very moment.

OOC: Your office is located above the royal library- which is attached to the outside of (adjacent to) the palace. there is no way of entering the palace from this library. you have to exit the library and walk into the palage gates from the front. The bottom floor is open to the public, just walls and walls of books. The second floor is the wizard's domain- where they gather and read and exchange knowledge and information, buy and sell rare components, and joke about tehir last adventure. Floor 3 is the potions and labs. floor 4 is lesser mage's office:the ones that think they are all powerful, but Vriseya knows them to be far inferior to her, and even Niro. You have floor 5 all to yourself. This is only an extension of the royal library. The real important books and articles are located in the palace itself. Being a close friend of the royal family, you alone are allowed to to visit it- and besides, who in their right mind would stop you? Floor six is laid empty. It houses nothing at the moment. and is also delegated to Vriseya- for nobody is allowed to come up past the forth floor.


The royal messenger makes his way to the front foor of the library and his minstrel sounds his horn again. He shouts, "Message for the Great Vriseya!" and waits patiently outside for you to answer the call.



Wolfe96:

Opening his eyes at the familiar voice, Niro grins at his old mentor.

"You're slipping, you know that? Your door ward was something I could have avoided. Don't you have any REAL enemies left? What was that anyway, some kind of high powered fire spell?" Turning away from Vriseya, he began to add another plane to the map -- a small, fast moving area he'd just found. At it's rate of speed compared to the multiversal core, it would probably have time that passed impossibly fast compared to the prime material plane.

Turning around to face his mentor once more, just as she is about to speak, Niro cuts her off. "I found something out there. I'm SURE of it. There's a granularity to the planar space... Something is living between the planes. I think I touched it's mind. I couldn't hold onto the contact, and I lost it again when you walked in... But I'm sure I'm right."

Niro absently reaches up, licks his fingers and pinches out what remains of his saffron-scented meditation candle. Smiling at the puddle of dried and drying wax left behind, he puts the candle back into his robe. After another look at the wax and a glance at his mentor -- waiting to see if she will make some comment -- he asks the question he's been dying to ask since he arrived in Kirai: "Have you looked over my letters?"

Semirhage:

Vriseya smiles at the arrogant apprentice, "I've skimmed your letters. I've read enough to think that you are on to something. You may even be ready for some advanced reading."

She looks at the new plane he's just drawn, then points to the edges, "It's more elliptical than that. Elongate the X axis and compress the Z axis." She winks at him.

Then the messenger interrupts the conversation that might have begun. She grins impishly, belying her 400+ years as she waves her hand, and thinks the command word to her wards. Niro can see a weak set of wards now, the ones he detected. Then he sees some more of her defenses, a web of them so thick that he can't tell one spell from the other.

She looks at him, "Don't be so cocky next time, dear. If I hadn't keyed the wards to most of my apprentices, the majority of you would have died ages ago. Actually, I've been meaning to un-key about a hundred of so who've died in the last fifty years, but I haven't gotten around to it."

She shrugs, "I'm glad you noticed the easy wards though. When you were younger, you missed them. That's progress, all right." She snaps her fingers and the wards vanish from sight, though Niro can almost feel them wrapping the room in safety. "And the wards you saw aren't even for my real enemies. There are certain people who couldn't even enter this room if they tried."

She walks to the door and opens it, "Yes young man, what can I do for you?" She motions for Niro to join her at the door.
 

OOC: you are on the fifth floor- the messenger is waiting downstairs as he is forbidden to come past the forth. i will assume you descended the stairs...


A man dressd in long white robes stand before you. His headdress accented with a large phoenix quill. His clothes magnificent and glimmering. His minstrel is dressed impressively, though more colorful. A purple outfit, accented with gold trim. His horns made of brass and accented with gold rivets. he stand to the side in attention, careful not to utter a word.

"Message for the great Vriseya." The messenger unfurls the scroll and begins to read: "As the royal ceremonies draw near, it is with great pride and honor to have you Vriseya as a friend and ally of the royal family. I am sure you are aware of the bind the royal family is in at present, and therefore it is with much humility that I, Mandar, ask you, and any guests you choose to accompany you, to join us in the main halls of the palace for the days before the ceremonies. Honored guests have been summoned from the Far East, and your presence is much appreciated at their showing. Dinner will be presented at your coming this eve."

He rolls up the scroll and hands it to you. "this shall be your invite. take care in choosing your accompanyment. The royal family is more irritable this time than last..." he smiles and waves at his minstrel to take his leave. he then turns and says, "and remember, no weapons..." and leaves with a smirk on his face as if that last bit really mattered.

he knows how powerful vriseya is, and a wink of an eye is more than enough to destroy the kingdom. but that was just a side note- an inside joke between he and Vriseya. Last coronation, a fighter by the name Murdok failed to win the tests to become head guard. he stormed the castle, only to be stopped by a wave of a hand- Vriseya stopped him dead in his tracks. The man was banished from the kingdom for as long as he lived- being human- he had only few decades left anyways...he was not heard of again.


Artimus:

Thamior is wandering around the market. He keeps a light brown hood tightly drawn over his face. So far today, he's caught 3 thieves (And he was not afraid to nock an arrow 2 inches from their head when he caught them) He's picked up the food that Vriseya requested. Thamior is now slowly walking towards Vriseya's part of the library. He walks in to see the messanger. Thamior leans against the wall, with his arms crossed.

Semirhage:

[ooc: FYI, I can't normally post over the weekends. And thanks for assuming I'd walk down the stairs. Oh, and how long til this evening meal?]

As the messenger walks away, Vriseya smiles, glancing back at Niro to flash him her impish grin, "Remind me to tell you the story behind our little joke sometime."

She returns her gaze to the hall, looking to Thamior, "He's off. Come on in. We've got to get the meeting room in order for my guests. Niro, I think you should clean up my desk. The wax is very unbecoming."

She looks around at the room, which is in good order and smiles, "I knew that cleaning spell was a good investment." She claps her hands, "So little time. Chop, Chop."

She opens the door to a storage room and starts moving the chairs in by hand

Artimus:

Thamior goes to help Vriseya with the chairs.

Phibrizzo:

A man cloaked in a sleeveless black robe, a hood drawn over his head, calmly strides into the room as Vsriseya and Thamior are picking up the chairs.

"I must speak with you." The cloaked figure starts, he takes down his hood and the two recognize that it is Kadiyan, "I have contemplated on if I should trust you...and I came to the conclusion that this information would help the both of us. Flying around looking for trouble won't help you against him, that is for sure."

"It is certain that...Raynorm...has more tools at his disposal than some of the most experienced of the arcane have, simulacrums..." Kayindar pauses for a second, his left fist tightening for a moment, his veins showing slightly, before resuming, "are indeed one of the tools he uses. He manipulates us, although we are not his only puppets. He is fond of using these infernal beings, retrievers, I believe is what they're called..." Kayindar looks pale for a second, "Although I am able to summon them myself, the price is usually higher than one is used to..."

The copy seems to dwell upon other things before continuing once again, "I do not know of all the weapons that my predecessor uses, but do not underestimate him, he has something big planned for his agenda...although I do not know what it is...but I do think that you are wasting your time here." He adds as he scoffs, somewhat arrogantly, at the work that both wizards are doing, perhaps a hint as to what his creator is like?

Artimus:

Thamior stops with the chairs for a second and gives Kadiyan a look of disapproval of his visit. But since he is supposidly a slave, he goes back to working, still keeping an eye on the hooded man. He says in his mind "I've got an arrow with your name on it. I promise, I WON'T miss if you try to pull something"

Wolff96:

As his prestidigitation spell finishes cleaning up the desk, Niro absently wanders over to where the two newcomers are... talking.

"Oh, hi Thamior. I thought your term would be up by now, or something. How have you been?"

Without waiting for a reply, Niro turns to the other newcomer. Studying him for a moment, realizing something isn't quite normal about him, Niro finally breaks out into a huge smile as he realizes that Kadiyan is a simulacrum.

"Hey, I've heard about this spell. So how close to the real thing are you? Any differences?" Pulling a notebook from yet another pocket, Niro begins to sketch the face of this hooded man. After finishing the quick but rather accurate drawing, Niro steps forward. "Hey, do you mind if I check your kinesiology? Do you move exactly like the original?"

Niro reaches for Kadiyan's arm without waiting for a reply...

Phivbrizzo:

Kadiyan chuckles at Thamior's statement, "Don't worry, I wouldn't expect anything less..." He remains quiet til Niro comes in...and as he reaches for Kadiyan, the simulacrum quickly recoils his arm, "Obviously not, if I was that easy to spot." The sorceror thinks to himself, 'Either this man shows talent, or could he be a spy, he recognized me easily...and Raynorm's creations are usually disguised well'

"I wouldn't know all of my creator's habits, as I don't retain that much of his current information, but I suppose you could say some of my gestures might be the same...although I perfer to make my own path." The sorceror says with a slightly rebellious tone. He continues to keep an eye at Niro, making sure he makes no further attempt to 'diagnose' him or similar while waiting for Vrisyea's reply
 
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Dusk is quickly approaching. With Dinner in a couple of hours, you feel the urge to get tidied up for your presentation at the royal court.

Vriseya: This is something that is different to you. Of you four hundred years at this kingdom, and your three previous coronations so far, you have not seen any visitors with such a welcoming, or that any guests were invited to dinner on the eve of the beginning ceremony.

Special guards have been ordered to watch the front gates, and watchtowers from above. These are new recruits, but somehow, they look a lot more trained and experienced than those that have been guarding in the passing days.

The streets are quiet. People are getting rest for their big spance of activity for the next two weeks. Some venders and stores will stay open through the entire two week period- only stopping to reload their inventory.


Wolff96:

As Niro brushes some dirt from his robes -- his only concession to preparing for dinner, as Vriseya requested -- he responds to Kadiyan's comment.

"No, actually, it wasn't how you move at all. The weasel says you smell funny. Like ice and shadows, actually, according to him. The only thing I could think of that had made him react like that in the past was when Vriseya killed one of Raynorm's other simulacra... And besides, you look like him and Vriseya hates his guts." He chuckles aloud. "If you were really him, *I* wouldn't want to be here at ground zero."

Looking around expectantly, Niro asks, "Okay, so where's the food?"

Semirhage:

Vriseya finishes with the chairs first, before turning to regard Kadiyan with a finger to her lips. If he had had hostile intentions, or been a threat, he wouldn't be able to enter the chamber. She watches the rest of the exchange, then gazes intently at Kadiyan for a few more seemingly endless minutes.

She calls to Thamior, "I suppose we'd better stop preparations for the meeting. Dinner quickly approaches and I believe my faction has agreed upon our candidate already. They'll just have to agree with me this time, regardless of their opinions."

She looks to Niro, "Niro, I think perhaps it is a little rude of you to treat the man this way. I sense... that he is different from others of the simulacra that I have encountered. If my hypothesis is correct, he is... free-willed."

She lets he notion sink in for a moment, then continues, "Welcome to my offices, Kadiyan. I appreciate your offer of warning. You may speak while I prepare for a dinner with the Royal Court. I'll hear whatever you say."

With that, she walks out of the room, into her private chambers, to get tidied up. Once she's gone, she waits a moment for Kadiyan to start, "Well, hurry up, I haven't got all day," her disembodied voice says impatiently.

Wolff96:

Niro turns to Thamior with a bemused expression on his face.

"Was I rude? I didn't think I was rude." Glancing down into his robe, Niro suddenly says, "No, I didn't ask you. You never comprehended human intereactions. And no, you can't eat directly from the table for dinner."

Looking up at the mystified expressions of Thamior and Kadiyan, Niro suddenly looks uncomfortable. "It's the weasel. He's always been a bit of handful."

Starting down the hall after Vriseya, Niro calls back over his shoulder, "Well, come on. We don't want her holiness to get her panties in a twist." Niro's laugh echoes in the hallway.

Semirhage:

Vriseya's voice echoes through the room, "I heard that, Niro." The tinkling sound of her laughter fills the hall for a moment before fading away.
 

Opening the front door of the library, you see that the messenger has returned with two guards to usher you to the palace. He is dressed in white robes with gold trim, while the other two are adorned with light armor, accented with ultramarine and gold. there is no weapon visible, but they each wear one white glove on the right hand, and bracer on the left arm- both of which are adorned with the royal crest of a dragon (think mortal kombat).

The royal messenger looks the group up and down, and pauses at Niro but then presses on, not wanting to disrespect his guest of honor: "As you know, the palace is in chaos, what with this coronation coming... The princes are at each other's throats and and the princesses are trying to keep the peace, but that probably will not happen until this is done. Prince Mandar has asked for your presence at the banquet tonight because something odd was presented to them (prince)yesterday. It seems that the king and Queen have not been sleeping well, what with the crowning, and the pregnancies. So, they have asked for guests from the far east, Oriental Mystics to come and see into the bellies of the princesses. they will tell the King and Queen which daughter will bear a daughter, and with that news, the fate of the kingdom will lie."

He pauses for a moment, gathering his thoughts for the news to come...

"This is where you come in. Your powers are great, and your name is legendary. Mandar fears that Underwood will try to sway the Mystics, or that they are already working for him. He is the one, after all, that came up with the idea, assured that his child is a girl. On top of that, he has appointed a great archmage as his chief advisor. not to worry, he will not dare do anything in the presence of the court and royal family. But, I pray, he will try to manipulate the mystics, powerful as they may be, i fear his powers far surpass theirs..."

"your presence is necassary to guarantee the unpartisan acts of the mystics. They will look into the princesses, and tell the royal court which is female and which is male. Mandar is ready to step down, if it comes to this. But he will nto do so if there is the smallest shred of unfair play within these coronations. He asks for your protection- not only for himslef, butfor his brothers and sisters as well (dryka and his wife). If Underwood gets the crown, who knows what will happen to them."

He leads the group up to the main palace gates and presents a periapt, encrested with magic runes. The guards step aside and open the gates. The messenger walks through and waves the guest to follow...

"the stress is getting to the two brothers- with Underwood happy as can be- as if he had already won the crown. his wife is not doing much to ease the concerns of the other two either. She has convinced her mother to start construction of a grand palace on Cloud Mountain, where she expects the present king and queen tolive after the coronation. They agreed that it would be best to leave the oncerns of the kingdom to the king and they would stay out of its affairs. They will live out the rest of their lives with their half sisters atop Cloud Mountain."

Walking through the courtyard, you see a great many things that tickly your fancy- from magical animals, to unseen servants. The palace is a mgical place with many beautiful sites. A small wooden bridge (sturdy and well decorated) extends the length of a pond filled with lilies and lotus flowers. Across the other side is the palace Main reception Hall.

"Once you have entered, do not speak until spoken to, I pray that you have left your weapons behind...*smile* The rpince will address you shortly. Your seating is along the right side of the court, opposite the mystics. Good luck- and I pray this goes well..."


Wolff96:

When he judges himself well-screened by Thamior's bulk, Niro slips a hand into his robe and extracts a long, brown familiar.

With a quick mental admonition to listen -- and do NOTHING else -- Niro lets the tiny creature dart off into the shadows. As soon as the familiar is out of sight -- safely on its way to listen in at the Mystics' side of the seating -- Niro fiddles with his boot as if the shoe had come unlaced.

Standing up to his full height once more, he casts a quick glance around the room to see if anyone noticed.

Not seeing anyone looking directly at him, Niro breathes a sigh of relief. He then follows along with the rest of his party to their seating arrangements.

Unseen in the shadows around the edge of the room, the weasel waits quietly until it spies an opportunity and then darts across beneath the heavily laden tables. Keeping itself well-hidden and making a game of avoiding the heavy feet of the dining guests, the weasel makes it's way over beneath the mystics' seating and begins to listen for any conversation going on above it.
 

The mystics are completely silent, except for the sound of heavy breathing.
they have their eyes closed, and seem to be in deep meditation. the notice nothing around them.

The guards watch as you enter the room, but pay little attention, as you were escorted in by the royal messenger. They eye you to your seats, but one cringes slightly as Kayindar passes by. He snaps back into attention as he catches his eye, and then stares once again as the group passes.

the messenger leaves you at your seats, and then continue into another room.

At the front of the main reception all is a pair of seats, fit for a king- actually they are. beside them, and one step lower, are four seats accompanied by four additional seats. you can deduce that these four seats are for the princes and the four accompanying seats are for the princesses. they are decorated to the personalities (though still matching the decor of teh room) to those of the four princes. the two off to the right (king's right, your left) are elegantly decorated with the finest material. The metal fixtures shine and glisten in the candlelight, and the fabric flow from top to bottom. The two on the left are a little more oddly decorated. theone immediately next to the king is decorated with many trophies and such- one of which is a horn of an annimal that you cannot remmeber at present. but it seems rare and large... the next chair is very decorated very ordinarily- but accented with tassels and trinkets that are not found in this kingdom.

A servant comes out from the other room (king's left) carrying a tray. It is tea. She sets a saucer and cup on each end-table just to the right of each chair (each chair is separated by a small table 1ftx1ft)and sets a teapot just next to the cup. She bows and takes leave.

And as she is leaving, you hear footsteps from the hallway to the right (where the messenger went). A troop of guards come to the front of the room and split (two on each side) and stand guard at the ends of the chairs. the royal family enter with a blare of horns. You are motioned to rise as the king and queen enter the room.

As theprinces enter the room , and take their seats, you see that one prince, easily recognised by his horns above his brow, and green complexion, smiles at you and then takes his seat. the others do not notice you until they are seated and staring in your general direction.


*i need a seating arrangement*

H..................K*Q....................H
.........*D*M...........U*B*............
.G..........................................G.
.G..........................................G.
*............................................*
0............................................M
*............................................*
0............................................M
*............................................*
0............................................M
*............................................*
0............................................0
*............................................*
0............................................0
*............................................*
0............................................0

H=hallway
K=king
Q=queen
G=guards
seated next: dryka, mandar, underwood, bob
standing behind their husbands:Aidan, Ederoi, Sindora, Kiran a'Llyra
*=tables
0=empty chairs
M=mystics
... (empty space)

directly behind you are a set of grand columns that stretch all the way to the vaulted ceilings, some 100 ft up. The columns are made of an amethyst like stone- white with purple and lavendar veins. The walls are made of some of the same material, but patches of marble, granite and other material can be made out. Save for teh veinations, the room is completely white.

the joints of the rooms (where the walls meet the floor and corners) are set in darker stone, mostly granite. the dark coloration (various shades of grey, brown, and black, makes it very easy for teh weasel to become cryptic, and move without many people noticing.

He makes his way top the Mystics, who are still silent and still, and listen. he hears nothing but their heaving breathing still.

[pause to see if anyone else wants to do anything]
 

Vriseya saunters in easily, a regal tilt to her head. In such august company, she knows the importance of proper presentation. In her almost black formal gown, adorned with rubies and emeralds, she could almost rival the princesses, though she has chosen a simpler cut to her gown than any of them would.

She curtseys to the reigning monarch and then chooses a seat at the end of the table, nearest the King, across from the oriental magi. She smiles to them politely and then takes her seat, waiting for a servant to assist her.

She'll wait for all of the others to be seated until she says or does anything else.
 

"It does seem that I am not welcome here, perhaps i'll get a little fresh air." Kadiyan gives a defiant look at the nobility around him and throws his hood over his forehead as he backs away, melding within the shadows. He utters some incoherent words that Vriseya recognizes as a teleport spell, and he is off.

(assuming nothing prevents him from leaving)

Kadiyan watches as a misty white cloud forms in the night's cold air as he breathes, walking around the city and contemplating what will happen next. He gazes up at the sky and the stars while contemplating, Where are you Raynorm, what will you do next...

(OOC-Perhaps start an OOC thread?)
 
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