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<blockquote data-quote="steeldragons" data-source="post: 6146435" data-attributes="member: 92511"><p>“<<em>Magess Alaria, may I present my cousin, Primagus Gorum Thesunder and Primagess Ynesthyra.</em>>” Captain Rynthis elegantly introduced the Ablidon Magelord in the courtly tongue of her homeland.</p><p></p><p>The darkly bearded and deep-browed man, not much older than Rynthis himself or so he appeared, nodded slightly to Alaria. His gold and scarlet flowing layers of robes and finery and the flame-patterned high collor behind him dipped slightly, giving the impression that the illusionary flames all along his trim dimmed a bit.</p><p></p><p>His wife, the Primagess, was a woman of golden hair that blazed compared to her darker skin. Her adornment of amber and onyx jewels and beading along the length of her volumunous gown and cloak glittered at every slightest movement. She also said nothing, nor did she bow or nod. Though she stood no taller than Alaria there was the distinct impression of her “looking down” upon those around her. Some minor trick of perception that Alaria was sure she exhibited to everyone, perhaps even had built in to her finery. </p><p></p><p>Alaria curtsied deeply in the compulsory courtly acknowledgement. “<<em>It is an honor, Primagus. Your majesty,Primagess. How fairs Abildon these days? I have...been abroad.</em>>” Alaria said in her less than practiced R’Hathi.</p><p></p><p>“<<em>We have heard some rumors, Alaria </em>Staver<em>.</em>>” the Primagus answered. “<<em>You have single-handedly saved Miralosta, as I hear tell.</em>>” His voice was sharp, even high pitched for one of his apparent baring. </p><p></p><p>Alaria flinched at the sound of her family name. She had not realized but in so short a time she had not had cause to use it. Everyone always referring to her as “Magess” or “Stormrider.”</p><p></p><p>“<<em>The City of Flame endures, as it always shall.</em>>” he finished and seemed to have no more to say.</p><p></p><p>Rynthis looked at Alaria and then grinned at his cousin and cousin-in-law (from one of the most affluent Ablidon wizard families.).</p><p></p><p>“<<em>Indeed. Though I would not say ’single-handedly.’</em>>” Alaria admitted. “<<em>I had quite a bit of aid. May I present, Primagus, Braddok Kar Barforth. He was...</em>>” Alaria attempted to get Bradok into the decidedly uncomfortable conversation.</p><p></p><p>“<<em>You may not.</em>>” the Primagus interrupted. He turned his head slowly to Rynthis.</p><p></p><p>Alaria quickly shut her mouth.</p><p></p><p>“<<em>Cousin, I would very much like to see the Lordmage, now.</em>>” he said without acknowledgement or concern for Alaria’s non-magical man.</p><p></p><p>“<<em>Lord Arganor has yet to arrive. He completes the Blue Star’s midwinter sevice as presided by the Lady Corandralla</em>.>” Rynthis replied without any outward concern or disagreement with the Primagus’ rudeness. In truth, the seneschal would have much preferred attending the services himself but had been bidden to attend the early arriving guests. There was not much Rynthis could not do, but he was not about to decline or argue with the Lord Chamberlain or the wishes of his lord.</p><p></p><p> “<em><Corandralla is here?</em>>” the Primagess now jumped in, questioning but evenly measuring any outward surprise. Speaking with her husband’s royal family was, of course, acceptable even if Rynthis had made the inconceivable choice to reside, let alone<em> marry</em>, these mundane folk of the 'Outer Realms'.</p><p></p><p>“<<em>Indeed, my lady. She and the Lordmage are quite good friends.</em> >” Rynthis replied. He shot Alaria a side long look.</p><p></p><p>“<<em>If you’ll excuse us, Primagus.</em>>” Alaria blurted. “<<em>It has been a pleasure.</em>>” She quickly grabbed Braddok’s arm and tugged him away from the snooty wizard nobles.</p><p></p><p>“They’re fun.” Braddok remarked drily as he grabbed two most glasses of bubbling elfvine from a sever with a passing tray.</p><p></p><p>“They are the rulers of my home province, Braddok. There are none above them save the Archmagus himself.” Alaria said. “My knees almost buckled to just stand before them. Let alone make small talk.” Alaria drank several deep gulps of the heady wine.</p><p></p><p>Braddok grabbed her and turned her toward him. She looked at him, momentarily confused.</p><p></p><p>“Have I told you, tonight, how radiant you look?” Braddok said with a smile.</p><p></p><p>Alaria looked down at her enchanted pale golden gown trimmed in deep blue patterns of clouds, swirleing patterns [to symbolize winds] and lightning bolts. She had gotten fitted earlier that day with enchantements and cantrips that gave the appearance of the winds and clouds swirling, the lightning bolts, never directly, seemed to catch the surrounding light and flare upon occasion. Her thigh high boots and mid-arm length gloves carried the motif up and down her arms and legs. She’d bound her hair up within golden strips the Lady Elhaianne had loaned her. In the interst of propriety, she had opted against the offer of illusions to make the binding seem to spark with lightning along their lengths. After meeting with the Primagus, however, a part of her wished she had agreed to them.</p><p></p><p>“Only four times, Braddok.” Alaria smiled. “And you, continue to look very gallant.” she returned.</p><p></p><p>The Grinlian swordsman had had his armor cleaned and polished, multiple times, by hand and magics so that it gleamed with the blue-white gleam of the purest steel. As did all of the warrior types at the ball. His tunic was his signature pale blue with the black swallowtailed hawk of his house blazed within a triangular field of white upon his chest. His hair freshly cut and face freshly shaven. His bright blue eyes even more pronounced against his bronzed skin tone. Alaria had forgotten how tan his natural skin tone was, when not darkened by the weather or layers of grit from the road. Such was the skin of all Grinlian’s within a day’s ride from the Arm of Tyris.</p><p></p><p>Alaria smiled again at her own thoughts.</p><p></p><p>“We’re not interrupting I hope?” came a familiar voice behind Alaria.</p><p></p><p>The magess turned to see Rhea. The Green Witch of Welford and Lady of the Emerald Tear, replendant in a sparkling emerald green velvet full-length affair with a telling slit up the right side. Her dark brown hair still hung loose beyond her shoulders, containedonly in the golden band and teardrop-shaped emerald that dangled between her perfectly arched brows seemed to sparkle even more than usual. Alaria noticed a teardrop shaped emerald also hung from a pendant that hung, just above her amply revealed cleavage.</p><p></p><p>Alaria almost blushed at the seeress’ appearance and seeming comfort in her display of sexuality.</p><p></p><p>Upon her arm, a man nearly two heads taller than she. He wore a suit of full plate armor, also polished to a blinding gleam, but a brownish-gold in tone. His helm, ceremoniously tucked beneath his right arm, as Rhea clung to his left, boasted a flowing thick length of sapphire blue hair. His eyes, marginally darker than his plume, were bright and sat well within a strong squared visage. To the strong jaw clung a tightly trimmed beard of golden brown. The hair upon his head was cropped close and short on top, moreso than even Braddok’s dark locks.</p><p></p><p>“Alaria Stromrider, have you met Londar?” Rhea said casually. “My dearest, this is the Magess Alaria of Ablidon. Also known as the Stormrider. She and her companions have made great strides in the security of Daenfrii in only a few months.”</p><p></p><p>Londar bowed deeply, took Alaria’s hand and laid a token kiss upon the top of her hand.</p><p></p><p>“And this is her paramour, Braddok Kar Barforth. He too has contributed to our collective well being. Perhaps you know his family?” Rhea continued directing Londar’s attention to the warrior.</p><p></p><p>Londar put out his hand, received by Braddok, and the two shook forearms strongly. Londar seemed not the slightest bit embarrassed by the introduction of “paramour.” Braddok could not say the same.</p><p></p><p>“Londar Draken? The champion of Resahd? I have heard your tales.” Braddok said with a bit too much hero worship.</p><p></p><p>“And I yours, Braddok. I know of your family, though must confess I have never visited the Barony of Barforth. My understanding was that it was now held by Baron Torist?” Londar replied in a deep baritone that perfectly matched his tall broad frame.</p><p></p><p>Braddok’s face darkened a bit. “It does, indeed, I am sorry to say. Torist is an usurper and blaggard who unseated my noble father with treachery unbefitting.” Braddok grumbled his reply.</p><p></p><p>Londar nodded. His face relayed complete understanding and agreement. “I am sorry to hear it. But tonight is not for such political talk.” He smiled warmly at Rhea and Alaria. “Our ladies should find it tiresome, I am sure.”</p><p></p><p>“Just so, my love.” Rhea smiled in return and squeeed closer to his thick forearm. “Tonight is for celebration and veneration of the Blue Star. The return to the world of light and...” Rhea’s voice trailed off as her eyes were suddenly miles away, looking beyond and through the mage and warrior standing before her.</p><p></p><p>“Rhea?” Alaria asked cautiously.</p><p></p><p>Londar took her hands from his arm and looked at her. His brow immediately furrowed.</p><p></p><p>“You know what’s happening?” Braddok said softly to his fellow fighter.</p><p></p><p>Londar simply nodded and continued to watch Rhea intently.</p><p></p><p>“There is...something...coming...it’s just at the edge...” Rhea began to say softly, haltingly, “One moment.” The Emerald Lady blinked and furrowed her own brows. Both her large eyes and the teardrop gem that hung between them began to glow with a bright green light. </p><p></p><p>Just then Haelan came troting up. He was respendid in a bright white tunic trimmed in deep green patterns of pine boughs and rich brown pinecones. He also sported a new shining silver amulet with the pinecone symbol of Faerantha. </p><p></p><p>“Oh Alaria, you should have been at the ceremonies of the Witch-Priests. It was fascinating. I think Fen would have enjoyed it. Shame he didn’t make it. Hail and Happy Midwinter to you, Rhea! How’re...you...uhm...Alaria, why are her eyes glowing?”</p><p></p><p>“Haelan, find Duor. I think something might be wrong." Braddok said quietly to the Hilltender.</p><p></p><p>“Right." Haelan nodded his head dumbly, his eyes stuck to the glowing light of the seeress' eyes as he trotted off into the crowded hall.</p><p></p><p>------------------------------------- </p><p></p><p>Pyrnion sent out a telepathic alarm to those of his kind once more. They were quickly coming up on the town and citadel. Lights filled the night’s air from the ground, both magical and mundane fires throughout the valley below. The dancing and mingling silhouettes of revelers easily visible to the zephari’s eagle eyes.</p><p></p><p>“I’ve lost them.” Fen said from Pyrnion’s back. “But I doubt that means they are not or soon will be here. Make for the keep. We must find the others and warn the Lordmage.”</p><p></p><p>Fen scanned the town below, the shadoes specifically, hoping to glimpse any sudden change or the fast moment of spots of “blackness.”</p><p></p><p>*<em>Halt and declare yourself...-selves...</em>* the forceful but still familiar voice of Rhea sounded in Fen’s mind.</p><p></p><p>Pyrnion nearly pitched them out of the sky at the surprising, unfamiliar, mental intrusion.</p><p></p><p>“It’s alright, Pyrnion. She is a friend.” Fen said quickly as the visage of a woman clad in flowing green light appeared to their eyes.</p><p></p><p>*<em>I know you...Druid Fen?</em>* Rhea’s projection visibly relaxed from her original interposing figure, though still flowed and floated before them with a distinct impression of might.</p><p></p><p>“Greetings Rhea. We have some disturbing news to bring to your lord...and our friends. There are...”Fen began to explain. He felt a disconcerting prodding of his mind, like the rubbing of feathers across his brain. His head tingled from the root of each individual hair.</p><p></p><p>*<em>All is understood.</em>* Rhea’s image nodded. *<em>Continue on your course. I will alert the others. Alaria and Braddok are here with me. We shall meet you outside the gates to the tower.</em>* Her image began to fade before coming back into clarity, *<em>Try to avoid the welcoming line. We don’t want to unduly alarm the guests.</em>* </p><p></p><p>“As you wish.” Fen said aloud.</p><p></p><p>“You Stormriders have most unusual acquaintances, friend Fen.” Pyrnion said as he resumed his flight path.</p><p></p><p>“And now, so do you.” Fen answered with a smile (though Pyrnion could not see it)</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="steeldragons, post: 6146435, member: 92511"] “<[I]Magess Alaria, may I present my cousin, Primagus Gorum Thesunder and Primagess Ynesthyra.[/I]>” Captain Rynthis elegantly introduced the Ablidon Magelord in the courtly tongue of her homeland. The darkly bearded and deep-browed man, not much older than Rynthis himself or so he appeared, nodded slightly to Alaria. His gold and scarlet flowing layers of robes and finery and the flame-patterned high collor behind him dipped slightly, giving the impression that the illusionary flames all along his trim dimmed a bit. His wife, the Primagess, was a woman of golden hair that blazed compared to her darker skin. Her adornment of amber and onyx jewels and beading along the length of her volumunous gown and cloak glittered at every slightest movement. She also said nothing, nor did she bow or nod. Though she stood no taller than Alaria there was the distinct impression of her “looking down” upon those around her. Some minor trick of perception that Alaria was sure she exhibited to everyone, perhaps even had built in to her finery. Alaria curtsied deeply in the compulsory courtly acknowledgement. “<[I]It is an honor, Primagus. Your majesty,Primagess. How fairs Abildon these days? I have...been abroad.[/I]>” Alaria said in her less than practiced R’Hathi. “<[I]We have heard some rumors, Alaria [/I]Staver[I].[/I]>” the Primagus answered. “<[I]You have single-handedly saved Miralosta, as I hear tell.[/I]>” His voice was sharp, even high pitched for one of his apparent baring. Alaria flinched at the sound of her family name. She had not realized but in so short a time she had not had cause to use it. Everyone always referring to her as “Magess” or “Stormrider.” “<[I]The City of Flame endures, as it always shall.[/I]>” he finished and seemed to have no more to say. Rynthis looked at Alaria and then grinned at his cousin and cousin-in-law (from one of the most affluent Ablidon wizard families.). “<[I]Indeed. Though I would not say ’single-handedly.’[/I]>” Alaria admitted. “<[I]I had quite a bit of aid. May I present, Primagus, Braddok Kar Barforth. He was...[/I]>” Alaria attempted to get Bradok into the decidedly uncomfortable conversation. “<[I]You may not.[/I]>” the Primagus interrupted. He turned his head slowly to Rynthis. Alaria quickly shut her mouth. “<[I]Cousin, I would very much like to see the Lordmage, now.[/I]>” he said without acknowledgement or concern for Alaria’s non-magical man. “<[I]Lord Arganor has yet to arrive. He completes the Blue Star’s midwinter sevice as presided by the Lady Corandralla[/I].>” Rynthis replied without any outward concern or disagreement with the Primagus’ rudeness. In truth, the seneschal would have much preferred attending the services himself but had been bidden to attend the early arriving guests. There was not much Rynthis could not do, but he was not about to decline or argue with the Lord Chamberlain or the wishes of his lord. “[I]<Corandralla is here?[/I]>” the Primagess now jumped in, questioning but evenly measuring any outward surprise. Speaking with her husband’s royal family was, of course, acceptable even if Rynthis had made the inconceivable choice to reside, let alone[I] marry[/I], these mundane folk of the 'Outer Realms'. “<[I]Indeed, my lady. She and the Lordmage are quite good friends.[/I] >” Rynthis replied. He shot Alaria a side long look. “<[I]If you’ll excuse us, Primagus.[/I]>” Alaria blurted. “<[I]It has been a pleasure.[/I]>” She quickly grabbed Braddok’s arm and tugged him away from the snooty wizard nobles. “They’re fun.” Braddok remarked drily as he grabbed two most glasses of bubbling elfvine from a sever with a passing tray. “They are the rulers of my home province, Braddok. There are none above them save the Archmagus himself.” Alaria said. “My knees almost buckled to just stand before them. Let alone make small talk.” Alaria drank several deep gulps of the heady wine. Braddok grabbed her and turned her toward him. She looked at him, momentarily confused. “Have I told you, tonight, how radiant you look?” Braddok said with a smile. Alaria looked down at her enchanted pale golden gown trimmed in deep blue patterns of clouds, swirleing patterns [to symbolize winds] and lightning bolts. She had gotten fitted earlier that day with enchantements and cantrips that gave the appearance of the winds and clouds swirling, the lightning bolts, never directly, seemed to catch the surrounding light and flare upon occasion. Her thigh high boots and mid-arm length gloves carried the motif up and down her arms and legs. She’d bound her hair up within golden strips the Lady Elhaianne had loaned her. In the interst of propriety, she had opted against the offer of illusions to make the binding seem to spark with lightning along their lengths. After meeting with the Primagus, however, a part of her wished she had agreed to them. “Only four times, Braddok.” Alaria smiled. “And you, continue to look very gallant.” she returned. The Grinlian swordsman had had his armor cleaned and polished, multiple times, by hand and magics so that it gleamed with the blue-white gleam of the purest steel. As did all of the warrior types at the ball. His tunic was his signature pale blue with the black swallowtailed hawk of his house blazed within a triangular field of white upon his chest. His hair freshly cut and face freshly shaven. His bright blue eyes even more pronounced against his bronzed skin tone. Alaria had forgotten how tan his natural skin tone was, when not darkened by the weather or layers of grit from the road. Such was the skin of all Grinlian’s within a day’s ride from the Arm of Tyris. Alaria smiled again at her own thoughts. “We’re not interrupting I hope?” came a familiar voice behind Alaria. The magess turned to see Rhea. The Green Witch of Welford and Lady of the Emerald Tear, replendant in a sparkling emerald green velvet full-length affair with a telling slit up the right side. Her dark brown hair still hung loose beyond her shoulders, containedonly in the golden band and teardrop-shaped emerald that dangled between her perfectly arched brows seemed to sparkle even more than usual. Alaria noticed a teardrop shaped emerald also hung from a pendant that hung, just above her amply revealed cleavage. Alaria almost blushed at the seeress’ appearance and seeming comfort in her display of sexuality. Upon her arm, a man nearly two heads taller than she. He wore a suit of full plate armor, also polished to a blinding gleam, but a brownish-gold in tone. His helm, ceremoniously tucked beneath his right arm, as Rhea clung to his left, boasted a flowing thick length of sapphire blue hair. His eyes, marginally darker than his plume, were bright and sat well within a strong squared visage. To the strong jaw clung a tightly trimmed beard of golden brown. The hair upon his head was cropped close and short on top, moreso than even Braddok’s dark locks. “Alaria Stromrider, have you met Londar?” Rhea said casually. “My dearest, this is the Magess Alaria of Ablidon. Also known as the Stormrider. She and her companions have made great strides in the security of Daenfrii in only a few months.” Londar bowed deeply, took Alaria’s hand and laid a token kiss upon the top of her hand. “And this is her paramour, Braddok Kar Barforth. He too has contributed to our collective well being. Perhaps you know his family?” Rhea continued directing Londar’s attention to the warrior. Londar put out his hand, received by Braddok, and the two shook forearms strongly. Londar seemed not the slightest bit embarrassed by the introduction of “paramour.” Braddok could not say the same. “Londar Draken? The champion of Resahd? I have heard your tales.” Braddok said with a bit too much hero worship. “And I yours, Braddok. I know of your family, though must confess I have never visited the Barony of Barforth. My understanding was that it was now held by Baron Torist?” Londar replied in a deep baritone that perfectly matched his tall broad frame. Braddok’s face darkened a bit. “It does, indeed, I am sorry to say. Torist is an usurper and blaggard who unseated my noble father with treachery unbefitting.” Braddok grumbled his reply. Londar nodded. His face relayed complete understanding and agreement. “I am sorry to hear it. But tonight is not for such political talk.” He smiled warmly at Rhea and Alaria. “Our ladies should find it tiresome, I am sure.” “Just so, my love.” Rhea smiled in return and squeeed closer to his thick forearm. “Tonight is for celebration and veneration of the Blue Star. The return to the world of light and...” Rhea’s voice trailed off as her eyes were suddenly miles away, looking beyond and through the mage and warrior standing before her. “Rhea?” Alaria asked cautiously. Londar took her hands from his arm and looked at her. His brow immediately furrowed. “You know what’s happening?” Braddok said softly to his fellow fighter. Londar simply nodded and continued to watch Rhea intently. “There is...something...coming...it’s just at the edge...” Rhea began to say softly, haltingly, “One moment.” The Emerald Lady blinked and furrowed her own brows. Both her large eyes and the teardrop gem that hung between them began to glow with a bright green light. Just then Haelan came troting up. He was respendid in a bright white tunic trimmed in deep green patterns of pine boughs and rich brown pinecones. He also sported a new shining silver amulet with the pinecone symbol of Faerantha. “Oh Alaria, you should have been at the ceremonies of the Witch-Priests. It was fascinating. I think Fen would have enjoyed it. Shame he didn’t make it. Hail and Happy Midwinter to you, Rhea! How’re...you...uhm...Alaria, why are her eyes glowing?” “Haelan, find Duor. I think something might be wrong." Braddok said quietly to the Hilltender. “Right." Haelan nodded his head dumbly, his eyes stuck to the glowing light of the seeress' eyes as he trotted off into the crowded hall. ------------------------------------- Pyrnion sent out a telepathic alarm to those of his kind once more. They were quickly coming up on the town and citadel. Lights filled the night’s air from the ground, both magical and mundane fires throughout the valley below. The dancing and mingling silhouettes of revelers easily visible to the zephari’s eagle eyes. “I’ve lost them.” Fen said from Pyrnion’s back. “But I doubt that means they are not or soon will be here. Make for the keep. We must find the others and warn the Lordmage.” Fen scanned the town below, the shadoes specifically, hoping to glimpse any sudden change or the fast moment of spots of “blackness.” *[I]Halt and declare yourself...-selves...[/I]* the forceful but still familiar voice of Rhea sounded in Fen’s mind. Pyrnion nearly pitched them out of the sky at the surprising, unfamiliar, mental intrusion. “It’s alright, Pyrnion. She is a friend.” Fen said quickly as the visage of a woman clad in flowing green light appeared to their eyes. *[I]I know you...Druid Fen?[/I]* Rhea’s projection visibly relaxed from her original interposing figure, though still flowed and floated before them with a distinct impression of might. “Greetings Rhea. We have some disturbing news to bring to your lord...and our friends. There are...”Fen began to explain. He felt a disconcerting prodding of his mind, like the rubbing of feathers across his brain. His head tingled from the root of each individual hair. *[I]All is understood.[/I]* Rhea’s image nodded. *[I]Continue on your course. I will alert the others. Alaria and Braddok are here with me. We shall meet you outside the gates to the tower.[/I]* Her image began to fade before coming back into clarity, *[I]Try to avoid the welcoming line. We don’t want to unduly alarm the guests.[/I]* “As you wish.” Fen said aloud. “You Stormriders have most unusual acquaintances, friend Fen.” Pyrnion said as he resumed his flight path. “And now, so do you.” Fen answered with a smile (though Pyrnion could not see it) [/QUOTE]
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