Dinner with Dozkeye

[Kahlan Lothair]

Ogre of Dozkeye: Tirok Tirok stood at the gates of the castle. They stood wide open and the dining hall itself was flustered full of servants who were making last minute preparations for the queen's arrival. Ulster had been out of contact for some time and Tirok thought it would be nice to catch up with her, especially since a lot had happened to Dozkeye recently. What with Tirok's brush with Zalion when he was vacationing inside of Lucemedia. Laughing softly as he stands there, he slowly crossed his arms and simply stared forward, down the street. Tonight, he was dressed slightly different. While he normally wore the garbs of a peasant, he thought tonight he would break out the more regal attire. The robe was a deep crimson with a kind of cream fur lining -notes these are the colors for OU-. <c>
Ogre of Dozkeye: Tirok It was latched together by golden buttons and actually seemed pretty glamerous...especially for Tirok, since he always hated wearing such things. Beneath the robe, his leggings were black and faded mostly into the shadows his form cast. Of course right at the end of it, you could see Tirok's feet sticking out...mostly because you can't make shoes for his feet...anyway. The ogre awaited his three current Headmasters and the Queen of Ulster, Kahlan. <e>

Admiral Blessentray: Admiral Blessentray stalked the corridors of his Castle, located within Dozkeye. He had just recently been ranked as Admiral of Dozkeye's new Navy, and carried the title with honor. He also carried a spear, a particularly large one. His scales rippled above the muscles which lay above his bones, sinew twisting and pulling together, then ripping apart as he walked. His knees seemed to bend the wrong way when he walked, as if they bent backwards, and then forwards when he took a step, and, perhaps, he did. Entering the Dining Room, he scanned the servants, slit-pupiled eyes seeming to glower over everyone. He soon moved to his seat at the table, and sat, legs twisting beneath his chair, spinning together. His clothing consisted of a loincloth over his genitalia, and that was it.
Admiral Blessentray: Pointed teeth snapped shut viciously and a forked tongue flicked from his mouth, imaginging the food already, imagining the flavors he would savor...And, perhaps, they could all go on a small trip..aboard the Onslaught. That would be interesting. He could show them the finer points of a proper Navy. And perhaps show up a few of the other Headmasters. Interesting indeed...If the snout of the lizard could have twisted into a smirk, it would have. But soon, such thoughts were gone, replaced by nothing more than desire for food..and, hopefully, that food would come soon, for the Admiral was starving...<Ended.>

Duke Cyric Kearney: Duke Cyric was a new addition to Ulster. Duke Cyric had been introduced to Kahlan through Lord Kilian of Arlus. He had been appointed to escort her Royal Highness to a banquet at Ingemar Castle located within Phelegoth. Cyric was always a well-dressed man, whether heading to banquets or lounging. He wore a fine-tanned leather overcoat with gold inlay over a black lace tunic. He had knee-high black leather boots which he rarely removed, for they were French made, therefore cost him a great deal of coins. He rode alongside Kahlan in the carriage, which swerved quick a bit making its way down the road in between the large cliffs. Every now and then he would glance to Kahlan but immediately face forward again. <c>
Duke Cyric Kearney As the sun was beginning to lower the carriage came to a stop at Ingemar Castle, where Emperor Tirok was waiting. He climbed out of the carriage and approached the opposite side. He bowed to Tirok and opened the door, extending his hand to help Lady Kahlan from the carriage. <e>

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair The summons for a dinner with the Dozkeye officials had come as a surprise to the High Queen of Ulster. Sitting with her hands clasped in her lap for some time Kahlan simply gazes out of the carriage window. This was a most unusual mode of travel for her, saved for those occassions that needed utmost care and consideration (meaning she couldnt trapse into another's court smelling of horse). The ride, for her, was over before it had begun as she often lost herself within her own thoughts for hours on end. When the door to her carriage was opened and Cyric offered her his hand, Kahlan accepted it and slipped free of the gloom inside the carriage. Her thanks is murmured to Cyric in rote fashion and her thanks is mirrored in her eyes for his company to such an event. <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Delicately removing her slender hand from Cyric's grasp Kahlan glances about and tugs her cloak a little tighter about her body. Kahlan was by no means a crude example of royalty as she stood there beside the tall form of Cyric. Deep blue eyes rove about in a curious manner before settling on the leader of Dozkeye. The sight of Tirok in such finery brings a smile to Kahlan's lips that is quite rare. "Tirok, I am glad to see you after so many long years!" Moving toward Tirok, the faint swish of Kahlan's skirts can be made out as they caress the ground when her grip on them is relaxed. Without the fancy show of courtly gestures, Kahlan extends her hands to Tirok in a show of friendship. "It has been too long my friend!" <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair As Kahlan tilts her head back to observe Tirok's tall form better, her hood slips back revealing a tumble of golden curls neatly arranged in a manner that is most becoming of her delicate but beautiful features. With her grasp relinquished on her cloak, the garment is allowed to fall open to reveal the color of her gown beneath. A delicate rose colored silk gown that augments both the sun kissed skin tone of the High Queen, and the very countenance with which she holds herself in Tirok's presence. <E>

[Kahlan Lothair]

Ogre of Dozkeye: Tirok Tirok was still waiting, though could slowly begin to see the carriage off in the distance...at the entrance of the castle itself, at the gate to the outter walls. Grinning slightly to himself, he snickered, "Hahah...so they're finally here, are they?" Meanwhile, inside. Tirok's daughters were both wearing pink dresses that were the cutest of all things imaginable. With random white frills and flowers, the dresses took quite a bit of loot out of Tirok's wallet. Both of them were heading towards the Dining Hall with their nannies and, of course, saw Blessentray there. Never having seen a lizard man before, their eyes shot open and darted towards him, Alexia on the right and Cera on the left. With eyes full of stars they just smiled up to him. Alexia asked the first question, <c>
Ogre of Dozkeye: Tirok "Mister mister!! Why're you all scaly??" Cera was next, "Yeah! You look like a lizard!" They both giggled before their nannies nabbed them both and picked them up...and headed off towards where they would sit. One of the nannies sighed, "I am sorry, Admiral...you know how his girls are curious little ones." They both were sat down at their chairs while the nannies took their places beside them. Tirok was at the head of the long table and his daughters were sitting at his left hand, Alexia was closer and Cera after her, then the two nannies followed. Of course they would now wait for Tirok to get there...<c>
Ogre of Dozkeye: Tirok ...Tirok himself chuckled down at her as he completely ignored the hand that was offered, "Siblings don't shake hands, Kahlan," and softly hugged her...knowing how small she was compared to him, he didn't want to suffocate her or anything of the like. Slowly releasing her from his grasp, he took two steps back and smiled more, "You aren't used to me being in formal attire, are you? And, who might this be? I am Tirok Nolath, if you are wondering, Emperor of Dozkeye." The last bit was directed towards Cyric...before Tirok began to turn and would start to head towards the dining hall, "I'm sorry, but the Admiral of my new Navy is waiting in the Hall as well as my daughters, I'd rather not make them wait too much longer, if you wouldn't mind...follow me." Then simply headed towards <c>
Ogre of Dozkeye: Tirok the hall, hoping to not offend Cyric too much...after having asked for his name then turning around and leading them towards the Dining Hall. <e>

Admiral Blessentray: The Lizard Man raised an eyebrow at the two little girls as they approached him. He muttered softly beneath his breath, "Ugly little brutes.." and then listened to their comments. He shook his head at their enthusiasm, who was ever happy to see a lizard man. Noone. Fear. Respect. Doubt. Those he was used to, they were in his vocabulary..and he knew how to handle them. But enthusiasm? He was confused, to say the least. He snorted softly, and watched as they were taken away by their nannies. He heard voices in the Entrance, and knew it must be Tirok's guests...likely other higher-ups. Though Tirok was bearable, most other of Royalty he couldn't stand..and Blessentray would rather stay on his ship..with his men. He held his head high once more, waiting for the meal to begin.

Duke Cyric Kearney He followed closely to Kahlan and nodded to Tirok as they began walking. "It is a pleasure to meet you m'lord. I am Duke Cyric Kearney of Connacht, you may call me Cyric." His voice carried the irish accent, with a hint of french. He knew not of where he was, he didn't travel much, and found Dozkeye a rather pleasant Empire. He had to admit, though Kilian was his friend, Dozkeye and Ulster were much better than Arlus. Besides, the Calorian Knights hated him, and they were all naive. After making his way through the hall and into the dining room his first glance was to the Lizard man. <c>
Duke Cyric Kearney He raised a brow for a moment then quickly lowered it before he was noticed by him, he nodded a greeting and kept close by Kahlan and Tirok. He was unfamiliar with the place and didn't want to get lost in such a large castle. <e>

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Kahlan followed Tirok and smiled reassuringly to Cyric. Reaching up with her right hand she pushes away some of the molten gold curls that have fallen about her face. Long black lashes flutter briefly as she allows her gaze to flicker from person to lizard and back again. The almost indiscernable celtic knotwork crown was held amidst the woman's thick lush curls. Kahlan nodded in the direction of whom she assumed to be the Admiral before glancing across to the two young girls. "Tirok, they are beautiful young ladies, your daughters." A devastatingly beautiful smile graced Kahlan's lips as she parted with the men to wander over to the ladies. Kahlan shed her cloak at the behest of one of the nannies and the two young girls gaped at the finery Kahlan wore. <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Kahlan smiled at the girl's curiosity before seating herself near to them. "How old are they now Tirok?" Kahlan's gentle Irish lilting voice carried well despite her soft spoken nature at times. The dress the Queen wore was not unbecoming of her station in the very least. The top portion of the rose gown was laced up in a tight corset accented with black lace here and there. As Kahlan breathed her breasts pressed firmly against the fabric without ever being insinuating, in fact the fashion of the day was lost on Kahlan as her breasts were completely covered by fabric rather than partially bared for any roving eye to meet. Yet, in this simple modesty, Kahlan was exquisite. She waited for Tirok to answer her myriad of questions, contenting herself to watch the girls twitter. <E>

Ogre of Dozkeye: Tirok Tirok himself was heading towards the head of the table and motioned for Kahlan and Cyric to sit at his left hand side. The Admiral himself was granted the opposite end of the table...mostly so he could have all the food he wanted down there. Slowly pulling out his oversized chair and sitting down within it, all of his weight slowly began to make the chair creek slightly. As he finished sitting, he crossed his arms over the table and servants pulled out the chairs for both Cyric and Kahlan...but of course Kahlan was going off to play with the girls first. Alexia opened her mouth quickly, "WOW!!!" <c>
Ogre of Dozkeye: Tirok Cera stared at her father, "Why won't you buy us clothing like that???" Right after he heard that, Tirok shot his head over towards Kahlan and gave her a rather demonic glare, "I'm already shelling out half of my income on ~clothing~ for these girls...and you have to come here wearing that..." but once he heard her question, he quickly snapped out of it and cleared his throat, "They're eleven now...just growing like weeds." Snickering softly, both the girls grinned and then Tirok extended his right hand towards the Admiral, "This, is the Headmaster of my new Navy, Grafblade. His name is Blessentray. Blessentray, this is the Queen of Ulster, our ally, Kahlan. As well as Duke Cyric." Finishing up with the introductions, he pulled back his arm and crossed it over the table once <c>
Ogre of Dozkeye: Tirok more, "And by the way, Admiral, you can eat now...and all that food on your end is your's." Knowing this would more than likely make him happy, he looked back to Kahlan, "I won't keep you waiting, the reason why I called you here was not anything of urgency...simply to see you, my dear friend, hahah." <e>

Admiral Blessentray: The Admiral shook his head, as if clearing it. His shoulders moved, as if he were spazzing out. As if a seizure were taking place. He nodded to the High Queen and the Duke, standing. He offered a lanky arm across the table to them (Assuming they're there?) "Admiral Blessentray. My first name is hard for some to pronounce. It is Ghbnntujkafli'ngrtyujfhg." He nodded, chuckling softly, and sitting back down. "Excuse me for my table mannersssss." He sighed, clamping his mouth shut. Despite his attempts to hold back the hiss, it had escaped anyway. He muttered a small string of curses, and set about eating the food. He was ravenous, and most of the food within his immediate vicinity was finished quickly. Soon more was piled in front of him, and he began to devour it as well.

Duke Cyric Kearney He took a seat two seats down from Tirok and moved his chair into the table. He turned to Blessetray, "Where do you originate from Admiral, I have never seen a man of your species." He quirked a brow then turned away and took only little bits of food and placed them on the dish, he was a very picky eater, and rarely ate much. After getting his food and raising a brow once again to the Admirals reactions he turned to Kahlan, "Tell me m'lady, how did you and Lord Tirok meet, if it is not too bold of a question." He picked up his silverware and began eating the food, "M'Lord, the food is exquisite..." <c>
Duke Cyric Kearney After taking a few bited he set his silverware down and removed his overcoat. The black and gold tunic was loosely fit on him, and was much lighter than the leather overcoat he wore. He resumed eating and every now and then would glance over to Kahlan, then to Lord Tirok, then to the Admiral, and back to Kahlan. He was a very curious man. <e>

[Kahlan Lothair]

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Kahlan was greatly amused by the girls plead for clothing like her own. Tirok's gaze was not lost on her and she simply grins devilishly. It had not been her intent to flatter the girls with her clothing, but it had worked wonders she supposed. "Well if your father will allow it, I have some garments that I brought with me for you both. Your father spoke of you when you were but small lasses so I hope the sizes are to your liking." Smiling to Tirok she simply winks and listens to what he has to say before smiling and laughing with him and turning her attention to the Admiral. "An Admiral is quite the honorable position Lord." Kahlan offers the man a light smile and a nod with her head before smiling to the Duke on her right. "Tirok and I have known one another for many a year.<C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair "How long would you say Tirok? I knew you before the birth of your daughters, so mayhap fifteen years or so? I may exaggerate a bit Lord Cyric, but Tirok and Dozkeye have always been a grand asset to Ulster. I am sorry to have lost contact with them for so long. I am glad though, to be greatly recieved by my friend once more." Another brilliant smile lightened Kahlan's features and the general happiness she seems to have in such good company works wonders on her features, softening them considerably where in another setting they may be set in no less appealing ways, but harsher. "Pray tell Tirok, what made you think of me after all these years?" Quirking a delicate brow, Kahlan looked the epitome of grace and poise when Tirok knew she could be just the opposite. Cursing like<C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair A sailor and trodding through the mud. She was as unique as they came and to that end she prized was greatly awarded many friends such as Tirok. Glancing to the two young girls once more, Kahlan bends her slender neck toward one of them to share a confidence between girls. While Kahlan laughs at something the girl says the vibration of sweet laughter from the girls is music to Kahlan's ears in its own right, making her think of her own daughter. "Willow is eight years of age now Tirok. You would hardly recognize the girl from the tiny babe that gave her mother so much trouble!" Smiling softly, proudly, Kahlan directs her gaze to Cyric. "You have seen my daughter Lord, have you not?" <E>

-----After Tirok and the Admiral Left-----

Duke Cyric Kearney He turned his chair to face Kahlan and shook his head, "Nay, I have yet to see your daughter. I am sorry it has taken me so long to actually arrive in Ulster, it seems this was the first time we have actually conversed for more than a 'Yes your Highness, No your Highness'. I take pleasure in accompanying you here, it gets me out of Ulster and to new lands I have not seen. Tell me your Highness, what do you know Lord Kilian, the man who introduced you to me, how do you know him?" He ate slowly after saying his words and used excellent manners, not wanting to offend the Queen. He hadn't much food left on the dish, nay, there wasnt much to begin with. He took some more and stacked it neatly on the dish and slowly cut and ate the food he had just taken while glancing to Kahlan every now <c>
Duke Cyric Kearney and then. He swallowed the food he had in his mouth, "Pardon me if I am speaking too much m'lady, I don't get the chance to speak too often, especially to you, my Queen." He bowed his head and slowly ate a bit more food he had. The Duke took ahold of the pitcher of wine and filled a goblet, then poured some for Kahlan, "Have a drink m'lady, I havn't seen you drink all day, and it was a very hot ride here, with the scortching sun and all." <e>

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Graciously accepting the goblet of wine Kahlan sipped some of its contents, allowing them to rest on her tongue as she contemplated her answer. After a swallow she smiles to Cyric and ventures into speaking with him, "You will soon meet my headstrong daughter Lord Cyric. Willow is the epitome of her deceased father." At this a smile finds its way to her lips, and despite the hardship she had to go through to finally reach the time she could smile again at such an idea, she now had the chance. "As for Lord Kilian, I have met the man a few short times and he proves to be a well bred individual. Sadly I do not know much about him or his Kingdom beyond our few meetings." Smiling lightly again Kahlan nibbles at her food, expressing her liking of it before looking back to Cyric. <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair "How goes it in Connacht since your arrival?" Perking a brow, Kahlan found this as good a place as any to discuss the goings-on in her Kingdom. She found Cyric to be as courtly a gentleman as ever there had been to grace her presence, and she wanted to waylay his fears of disturbing her in any way. She found him most appealing and trust worthy all at once. Indeed, to have him as her escort to such an auspicious occassion was enough to show her trust in a man she barely knew. <E>

Duke Cyric Kearney He nodded to her at her thought on Kilian and her daughter. "Ah, Connacht, well..." He took a sip of wine then set the goblet down. "All goes perfectly well, other than the few ruffians that love to run amuck at night and disturb those at the tavern and in their homes. Other than dealing with them, all goes well, which frightens me, not seeing anything out of the ordinary." He frowns a bit then immediately smiles, "But then, it's a good thing, at least we know everyone is at peace and no war draws near. Though, I hear Lucemedia may be at war, and the same for Dozkeye, what are your intentions on the situation your Highness?" He finished his food and poured himself another goblet of wine, which was dilicious, and was the best wine he had tasted in a long time, "Though I do not wish to <c>
Duke Cyric Kearney go to war, I do miss the battlefield. I do wish to settle down at some point and have a family of my own, my previous wife passed away from disease, with a child on the way." He frowned at that and drank some more wine. <e>