Hopeful Alliance with Knights of Solamnia

[Kahlan Lothair]

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Bent over a map of the Kingdom she sighs as she hears a knock at the door..."Come in.." she says is soft sweet tones bearing the hint of a lilting Irish accent, though she covers it well. In steps a messenger and he slaps fist to heart and bows perfunctorily, "My Queen." He says reverently before continuing..."There is an emissary from a foreign land on the road to Emain Macha. What say you that we do?" She wondered vaguely why they always asked her these things...if they thought it an emissary would they think she would turn it away? Oh well, its better to be safe than sorry. "Let them in." She says simply and dismisses the messenger so that he may have the gate sentries notified in due time to keep from an uneasy passage through the gates. She smiles and stops a servant as she <C>

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Exits her Study and asks that they set out a few novel items for food and some wine, water, and freshly brewed ale for drink. Hospitality is not overlooked in Ulster much less in the home of the High Queen. She was no petty person for sure. Long glistening blonde tresses dance in the light cast forth through a high window. She moves to her throne and seats herself there. She wears a long dress of a fine deep green, one of the dyes exported from the Isle of Avalon, and it fits her well exposing the slightly rounded abdomen she boasts. She is a full three and a half moons with child. Indeed it was a very exciting time for all of Ulster not just the expecting parents. She looks inviting and gentle...a thin golden band of intricate knots rests atop the shower of golden mane which <C>

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Seems to lend to her a mystical appearance. She quietly awaits the entrance of the emissary and entourage in tow. It has been a decent length of time since she last had one come to her and she is actually excited for a break in the dull atmosphere. <E>

sir_baudoin_knight_ofthe_sword: The Dog of Solamnia had come. He strode like an iron beast. Abbot Baudoin's movements were vicious and fast, his armor grating, screaming, snarling. Baudoin's helm lay tucked on his arm, his viciously cropped beard black as night. The Knight's eyes were mere shells, dulled, dimmed by ash and war. He snapped to a halt. Steel shattered on the stone earth, sending a tiny shockwave of dust into the air. The Abbot of Swords spoke, his voice hard, his voice strong. "The Lord William Valerik uth Vingaard, Grand Master Pro-Tempore of the Solamnic Knighthood"

Lord Valerik - Baudoin's appearance within the audience chamber, was merely a prelude. Striding in behind the man, came another... tall and powerful in figure. Much like the Abbot of Swords, in the way that both seemed carved of granite slabs of stone. These men of Solamnia were hard indeed. Innured against the harsh realities of lives spent in war and turmoil. Full plate did the Grand Master wear, aside from his head... which was draped by headcap, and mail, that jingled about his face. As if the evidence of their dedication to such a life style was not in abundant evidence already, his golden etched armor lay upon him worn and smudged with grime from the seige of Neraka whence they had come. Peacebringer, the symbolic blade of his station lay upon his hip, the pommel a perch for his hand.

NimRuin_Wizard_Of_Ulster The smell of the forest intrigue his curiosity about nature. It seemed to possess the power to control or to disrupt control over people. The trees gave off a intimidating presence as the flowers that laid in the woods gave it a look of the gods, for only they can create something so beautiful and yet mysterious. The fact that no one understood Nature in its entirety bothered him. He always made a point to find out anything he was curious about but not even his determination could figure out nature in its true form. The fact that things seemed to be something else than actually what they really were gave him an unlimited amount of curiosity. The fact that no one could really know everything about the world also bothered him. It was mind throbbing to know that not even the gods <c>

NimRuin_Wizard_Of_Ulster knew how much knowledge laided in the world itself. "Enough of this foolish thinking for a second. Something is wrong." He thought to himself. Turning around his Ice blue eyes probes the land before him. It reached into the castle as he searched. The will he drew forth was but only a very small tip of the ice berg, but it would be enough to find what he seeked for. Walking from his little cottage in which he resided, he walked to the edge of the forest. Smirking as he found what he was searching for he drew up his will and imaged a great white owl. The melting sensation always took him off balance as a bright light surrounded his body. As he imaged the thoughts he made the bird perfectly. Knowing that it would be odd to see an owl in the daylight he decided to remain in the shadows <c>

[Kahlan Lothair]

sir_baudoin_knight_ofthe_sword: The Abbot was short, yet muscle sat him like oak and birch. He lay wrung in a thousand shells of grey steel, a white tabard draped over his broad chest. It's edges were black with blood, with dirt, horror and war. He stank of iron and steel, of tears, of dirt and sweat. Today, the hound was his Lord's guard. Eyes lashed suspiciously left and right…

Lord Valerik - hazel eyes that lay within sockets flared by crows feet marching out across his dirty cheek bones... high and noble they though were as dirty as the armor he wore. Valerik despite his near royal titles was far from the king of any court. Nay. The bow that he offered in the direction of the High Queen of Ulster was but a curt gesture. His head dipped, and shoulders rocked a bit forward, but that was all the inclination he had to show deference to her position.

NimRuin_Wizard_Of_Ulster until he moved into the castle. The silent gust of wind he gave off with his wings was miniamal as he traveled closer to the castle. Seeing how there was no point in letting the guards know of his presence he decided to just fly over the castle and skip the formalities. The air aided his wings as he came closer to the inner palace. The People of Ulster neither noticed his flight and he didn't think they cared that much. Ulster was a very busy people and everyone earned what they received. It was a very peaceful place to reside in, like the Dark Elven nature of his ways, he hated being cooped up. That was why he lived in the forest. Homing in on the palace he reached the top of the stair and shimmered back into his true form. Long black robes clouded his body as he resumed a steady <c>

NimRuin_Wizard_Of_Ulster walk to greet the Queen this morning. Upon entering the audience room he saw a strange face and neither stood down or withdrawl to the shadows. Althought it was not a regular face he didn't pay any heed than was neccessary. Bowing with Grace bearing that of no other than his own elvish nature, "Good Morning Fair Jewel," He acknowledged her presence. <e>

Sir Baudoin: Scars sat upon him like fleas upon flesh. Some were white as snow, others bloodied like red apples. The Abbot growled, his eyes quickly dipping over the Queen. His eyes spoke of the dead children strewn across villages, their tiny body mangled, burned and charred. They had seen the flies and demons that had crawled over their tongues. Baudoin knew nothing but war. He would follow his Lord to Hell, forevermore, evermore. And so he stood, silent, and as he had come, he would leave with his Lord.

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Orbs blue grey in hue to match the mists that shroud this land dance over the figures before her...the two men from Solamnia and then Lord Nim...she smiles lightly to each in turn before rising off of the throne and bowing her head to the two emissaries and nodding to Nim...his position was next to her as the events of the day unfold, that is until one of her body guards comes. She takes the few steps down from her throne and comes to stand before the men...she isnt an exceptionally tall woman but she isnt short either standing at about 5'9. "Good Day." she directs her speech and gaze to Lord Valerik. Her skin is smooth and seems to shine from within rather than without as the light shines through an overhead window. "Ulster is delighted to welcome men such as you into our borders<C>

sir_baudoin_knight_ofthe_sword: The Hound said nothing. He stood still as stone, his heart thundering in his chest as if in a valley's bed. The Abbot was nervous. He was always nervous. Death lay upon the earth and in the sky, and his Lord was but so frail in his eyes. Baudoin would die for Valerik, upon his order or against. He would die for this man, that had broken the darkness and bought dawn. Squinting, he peered up cautiously at the Queen. For he was but 5'8.

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair on business of peace." she says...her voice is sweet and flows like the gentle breezes that dance across this land. Her voice lends weight to her Irish accent but it isnt nearly as thick as some of the servants that can be heard rushing about the castle. "Seat yourselves and help yourselves to what you wish before you... (I mentioned what was laid out in my last set of posts I believe). You look wearied...shall we wait until you are both well rested to continue? I can have rooms made up for you both.." she says while looking at them with the gaze of a raptor...she too is a warrior though her growing belly would seek to deny any life as such...she smiles a vague smile and turns to look at Nim..."I trust all is going well in your wood my son?" she asks...addressing him as she <C>

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Should for he is her foster son. Though as she turns a split in her sleeves reveals a long scar that is near to lost on her upper arm though it looks to have once been a ghastly wound by a blade. She turns back to her two guests and smiles a disarming smile that would work less than had she been as she would with the men of her army...a warrior. <E>

NimRuin_Wizard_Of_Ulster The presence of Power in the audience room was overwhelming to those who cannot take the pressure. he was used to this sort of thing though. He was always in the presence of royalty and always took a calm approach to things. He control his tongued on this day though as he bowed lowly to the queen. His black staff clicked on the ground as he began to rise. "High Queen Kahlan, It is always a pleasure to meet you in such a beautiful day." He spoke softly as his Elvish tones held a certain song within his words. Than looking at the Lord who commanded such presence he gave him a gaze of no emotion. He bowed again to lord, showing off his elegance as he risen for the pleasant bow. "It is always a pleasure to have such fine presence within the Halls of Halls. Im Sure you will enjoy your stay<c>

Lord Valerik - Valerik... despite, Baudoin's concern was quite possibly the most formidable man within the entire nation of Solamnia. Wether it be in the audience chamber, or the battle field. Beneath his leadership the knighthood and the legions of Solamnia had forged from a one time slowly decaying nation, an empire that now stretched far and wide. Despite all of this however, Valerik was as nervous as his honor gaurd though for differing reasons. He no longer feared death, only failure. On every front he saw a chance for it to strike... even here.. in what appeared to be a peaceful meeting. "Good day Highness." Valerik's voice retorted to her greeting, "Thou hast our thanks for the refreshments, and offering of rest, yet we are busy men. We will have our audience first and formost."

NimRuin_Wizard_Of_Ulster here much My Lords." His voice had not changed from its pleasant mood. Than turning to the Queen his eyes brightened up as a small smirk appeared across his own Dark Elven features. " All is well your grace. Everything is as expected it to be although We have much things to discuss,But these obligations i have can definitely wait until you are free." His smirk fell into a firm smile as she notioned something he had been seeking for sometime. He bowed again to her as he backed away only to find four seats. He assume the queen would sit upon the throne as all kings and queens would, but seeing how it might be rude not to bring her a seat he managed. As he sat down his long black robes draped over the chair. His drew back his hood only to show his long silver hair and his dark Elvish <c>

Lord Valerik - Valerik's courtesy extended to NimRuin, only a single nod of his head, acknowledging the greeting as he paused in his speach before once again his hazel eyes had locked themselves steadfast upon the flaxen haired figure of the High Queen before him. The Grand Master was tall... several inches over six feet, and within the bulk of his armor he was an impressive figure indeed. All the makings of legend lay within that man.... hardened and tempered by fire and steel to forge him from his more squandered days as a youth and squire of the crown into what he had now become.

Sir Baudoin: Again, Baudoin did not speak. The comforts of this land did not appeal to the Abbot, the bearded dog, the young blood who felt so old. He saw her smile, the blossom of life in her large eyes, in her bossom and heart. The good of the gods radiated from the Queen and Abbot knew it. He felt suddenly awkward, longing to return the crying boys, his boys, who bled in the Nerakan field hospitals. This was not his land. These were not his people.

NimRuin_Wizard_Of_Ulster that laided upon his face. He lifted one White brow as he gazed into the eyes of the fair queen. Smiling he remained quiet. <e>

[Kahlan Lothair]

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair With a nod she glances to Valerik.."As you wish M'lord. I understand the necessity. State your interests, fears, concerns, and demands of the alliance and I will state mine.." she says as she lowers herself into a chair. She looks to easily be a woman of 22-23 but her age is known to only a few. She glances up at Valerik and then the Abbot sensing their apprehension for it was thick in the air and the tension mingled with it was thick enough to cut with a knife...she nods imperceptibly and rests her head on her hand and runs the tip of her finger along her bottom lip as if thinking. She is unintimidated by the men that are accustomed to war for she is herself and has fought men more fearsome in size and stature than these two. She smiles once more and motions to the seats nearby<E>

Sir Baudoin: Baudoin did not sit, as he did not speak. The man was a golem, a beast, a shell of what had once been a boy. And yet***the Knight was still but a man. He was made of flesh and blood and bone, and waged war in the name of all that was good. He knew fear, and he knew couage. Baudoin stared blankly ahead of him, a gentle wind kissing his scarred skin and ash-grey armor. He shuffled slightly, a ribbon of crusted blood appearing under his high, leather collar.

Lord Valerik - that there were creatures more powerful and feirce within Ayenee as a greater realm.... than the two who had come to this audience chamber, there was absolutely no doubt. Indeed, that was the very foundation upon which the iron rock of the Solamnic Knighthood had been founded. Mere men banded together in defiance of the ungodly and supernatural powers that roamed so freely. Intimidation twas far from the goal. Valerik shook his head breifly at the motion towards the chairs, albiet a polite decline once more of the queen's hospitality. "Solamnia does not enter into "alliance" so easily. Our two nations are but strangers. We have come today, merely to open relationship. That the future of such a possibility might ... ever... be considered."

NimRuin_Wizard_Of_Ulster Sitting upon a chair on the opposite side of the knights he remained in a mood of silence. He had nothing to say that he couldn't pick out of the minds of the guest. Although he had not yet pry into the minds out of respect he still remained in a stoic mood. He was pondering about them, more than what he should have. Smiling at the Lord's great skill at being evasive he pondered the effect. Looking around he gazed at the queen for a split second before he turned his eyes. Looking back at the Lord he just remained in a stoic mood. Nodding his head to himself he started to smiled. His eyes became distant as his mind reached out of the room. He searched the castle grounds for something. Seeing how she remained but hidden he without his mind and focused on what was at hand. <c>

NimRuin_Wizard_Of_Ulster the obligations of royalties never amused him, until they started to talk about commcerial interests. A sudden grin came across his face as he remembered an old friend named Silk. A good Prince, that he was. Noticing how his thoughts might be shown by his face he withdrawl into his stoic expression, but inside he was laughing at himself. <e>

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Nodding she pushes a stray strand of loosely curled hair away from her eyes so that she may see the men before her better..."I understand entirely and I admire forwardness and truth in my army as well as my allies.." she says and looks to Lord Valerik directly. Kahlan looks as if she has stepped out of the pages of myth and past to sit before the two men adorned in rich green cloth made of Avalonian dye. "Address me as Kahlan if you will. We are equals as far as rank goes. You are a potential ally and therefore I do not wish to alienate you by having you address me by anything other than my name."

Lord Valerik "We are more than a potential ally, Your Highness." Valerik obviously prefered to address the woman as her propper title rather than shirk formality completely... what ever she herself prefered. A dangerous choice perhaps yet he pulled it off with out missing a beat. "The Solamnic Knighthood is the shield which has defened kingdoms within Greater Ayenee such as your own, since before the great wars and collapse of the Empire of Atlantica. Any alliance entered into, is merely one where that stance might be reciprocated. The Knighthood is ever at the disposal of peaceful righteous nations."

Lord Valerik: My purpose, as I said before, in comming here.... was to establish relations that we might determine the nature of your kingdom. If you are found worthy, the Knighthood will bleed itself in your defense... wether that be within the boarders of your realm or outside. Such is -our- nature. Alliance or no.

Sir Baudoin - Baudoin knew nothing of diplomacy. He was a soldier. He knew the dip of the blade and the strike of the shield, the cry of a foe and the cry of a friend. He knew the thunder of horses and the howl of hounds. Yet he knew nothing of alliances. Abbot Baudoin followed his orders, he played father to his troops and brother to his Knights. And perhaps that was his flaw*** for like a dog, Baudoin refused to think, to change. He would stay as he had while the world passed him by. His faith lay in his leaders and his Gods.

NimRuin_Wizard_Of_Ulster Looking at the ceiling before the words of exchange began he perked up in his seat with a broad smile on his face. Smiled did help relieve stress and indeed at this moment in his life he needed that. Looking at Lord Valerik he expressed a gentle emotion, but the notion that they will bleed for an alliance was interesting in its own special way. They fought for the righteteous, but what was righteous? Was the light the only good in the world or are the predjuices of dark vs light still in bounds upon human kind. The dark can be as good as the light at times. The only reason some say the darkness is the essence of evil is because those "Individuals" choose to hid thereselves in the darkness. that is the only reason that night has been depicted across the world as Evil. Righteousness <c>

NimRuin_Wizard_Of_Ulster in itself was a matter of opinion or what laid within a person's heart. Love can sometimes just be as evil as demons, but some people just tended to ignore that fact as well. The world can change in a matter of moments and never will anyone ever notice or even listen. Sighing he withdrawl his gaze and sat upon his chair in a stoic mood. <e>

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Her gaze dances over to Nim before lingering on the tall form of Valerik..."These are not hard things to abide by. What think you of Ulster then M'lord?" She asks as she slowly rises from her seat. She is shorter than Valerik but taller than the Abbot whom she lends a brief smile to for he seems to look quite uncomfortable in this setting to her...when she rises the dress she wears rushes to kiss the stone floor and she crosses her arms just above her growing belly..."You are a sound Knighthood and it would serve Ulster well to have such diligent persons on our side instead of against us. Ulster has little to offer that you yourself do not boast. We can offer to the Knights aide when it is needed and reinforcements. All of which can be discussed with Ulsters Commandant Daos Nur. <C>

Lord Valerik - it would become increasingly obvious... that NimRuin and the men who stood before them in audience were cut from a very different mold indeed. The philosophical relavatism of the Wizard was in stark contrast to the Knighthood's own strict view of universal principles of good and evil. While the Wizard might believe, that "good" was merely so because the Gods and humans dictated such, Valerik.... for his part, was of the belief that the Good and Evil were involate ideas, and that Gods and Men merely recognized them for what they already were. But then.... Valerik was obviously no philosopher such as the elven ancestored wizard and.... would never directly voice his oppinions on such. He'd be more likely to demonstrate them with the tip of his blade.

Lord Valerik: What rumor and report I have heard of the Kingdom of Ulster has been promissing... or we would not now be having this audience Highness. For the present... you have Solamnia's shield, while our people begin the long process of building a more lasting bond. Your forces... I would suggest that you keep to yourself. War is comming to Ulster.. Highness, wether you would have it or no. The United Order has fallen .... Ulster will not long go unoticed. I but pray that the Solamnic Legions are able to pry themselves from our current conflict quickly enough that you need not stand alone before what soon may come.

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair The commandant is currently away recruiting members for our elite faction of warriors under the honorable Red Branch division." she smiles a vague smile at the thought of the Red Branch but then directs her attention to Valerik again. "I have heard of the might of the Knights of Solamnia and I do not fear that I shall incur their wrath." She stands regally without even meaning to be so...her long slender neck holds but one necklace with the symbol of Ulster engraved in it. The wolf of Ulster...she glances up to Valerik and nods. "Aye you speak truth of war My Lord. However we stand not alone. We are able to fight and have been approached by the Kingdom of Draconis previously for alliance when they planned to take over the realms. I forbade such a force and thankful I did...else <C>

[Kahlan Lothair]

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair We would sink with the dying corpse of Draconis." She says and smiles but becomes very serious for what would appear the first time..."I know well the way war works and fight along side my men in battle. I would try to stave off war as long as possible for we have had a long term of wealth and prosperity so that many have forgotten the horrors that come with the waging of war. Ulster accepts any shield that can be given as do I. For I am unable to fight until the Heir has been birthed.." she says and motions to her belly. <E>

NimRuin_Wizard_Of_Ulster Smiling as he gazed at Lord Valerik with an indifferent look. He sought what he seeked and again the philosiphy was there. There own experiences between the forces of light and dark could not diimish their own respect for its exisistance. The universe and beyond have to absolutley have a balance of good and evil. When the balance of that shifted wars begin, depression occus, and ever Golden times take place. It was all a sort of a game played by a phophecy of light and dark, good vs evil. A game that will never be ended, even upon the end of days. The forces will never diminish themselves. Looking at the Lord he gave a gentle smiling. "We are all but pawns of this fate that we all command. Sometimes we have no control over our lives, for it can be foreordained, but we can to make the <c>

Sir Baudoin - Baudoin itched to return to Neraka, to where his Great Danes lapped the blood of the broken. The war continued while they spoke. Blood sprayed with the fall of arrows and rocks, and screams laced across the sky and heavens. The Nerakan campaign would be over soon. The Darkness would shrink before the rising sun of Solamnia. Victory would be at hand. Yet never would there be peace***for with each fallen foe, two came. Baudoin's gaze momentarily lashed over NimRuin, before returning their stare ahead of him.

NimRuin_Wizard_Of_Ulster choices as to where and when we approach that destiny that was told for us. " His face turned into a look of shere sterness as he acknowledge the Draconis. If they invaded Ulster he was sure that no one of them will be left alive whether they were from the forces of light of dark. His own power he keep to himself for obvious reason, but quickly relinquished that idea as he acknowledged the Lord's words. " A war can never be avoided if the armies of those who oppose you remain persistant. A war in Ulster would be disatrous for both sides, but I do not think we will back down and fall to our knees so easily." He looked at the queen as he regarded her comments as well. The fact that war was upon them as the lord said intrigued him, for his Dark Elven nature was all for that. Regarding <c>

NimRuin_Wizard_Of_Ulster the queens eyes he spoke something in which no voices shall here but they were words of fate. Looking down his face was in disarray as he pondered about some very important things <e>

Queen Thia ValioUlster Forsythia had changed her image not to mention her attitude, everything since her husband's disappreance. Darken tendrils slicked back within a tight pony-tail, those once bright coloured locks now become a thick blood red shade with just a few wild ivory strands lay loose aganist her now resentful expression upon that horrid face of hers. No fancy gowns or slippers instead, leather black leather she wore. This thick livid nylion bodysuit which came between her legs upon her stomach beneath those lucious big bossoms pushing them out more, then the leather straps come up over them coiling around her long bare neck. <C>

Queen Thia ValioUlster With livid high knee leather boots that buckle up just upon her thigh, had been walking toward the throne when a chubby maidbumped into her unexpectly, usually Thia would forgiveable but not as of lately. In fact, harsh words would be echoed within the walls, " You imbesel fool!" Her voice shouting loudly enough that her eldest sister would hear. The maid apologized as she dashed around the corner, Thia merely continued on her way.<E>

Lord Valerik - Valerik listened to the woman's words... and how she spoke of her one time ally, now dust. Perhaps Ulster stood alone indeed. Valerik kept silent upon his thoughts however, and merely nodded to her as she finished the short speach. He seemed as if he were intent on speaking something in retort, but then NimRuin's voice caught his attention a... Valerik waited out the dark elf as well. Gauntleted fingers tightened their grip upon the pommel of the sword at his hip, though his sword hand remained upon his belt, one thumb tucked firmly into it's strap. "Valor counts for much.... The Knighthood will come, should you call upon us." Thus seemed to be his answer for -both- their words. As for the vixen tromping her way into the scene.... Valerik gave her no acknowledgment.

[Kahlan Lothair]

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Raising her gaze her eyes become riveted on the likes of her youngest sister Thia. The words of harsh reprimand ricochet off the walls followed by the plantive apology of the house servant. Kahlan waits for Thia to come closer before she even attempts to truely acknowledge her and her antics...instead she turns to Valerik..hoping she did not confuse him into thinking she tried to ally with Draconis...such terms would be hostile ones indeed for at one time they would have all been fighting against Draconis. She smiles to the words he speaks..."Valor indeed counts for much as does honor. Ulster, if granted an alliance with the Knights of Solamnia, will be honor bound to have representation from the Knights at any meeting that affects allies as well as Ulster. We will also be bound <C>

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Honor to aide the Knights when forces are up to par should the Knights ever need aide." She says before riveting her gaze upon the likes of her sister. Mourning the disappearance of her husband was one thing, but to rally against family was another thing entirely. <E>

Ysabeau GoldFalcon Sir Baudoin - Baudoin's eyes ripped towards the stampeding Queen. He smiled inwardly, amused at the break in protocol and the shameful display. The short Knight shifted slightly, shells of steel grating over his oaken muscle. His leather-wrung palms, of blister and blood, were never far from the weathered hilts of his dulled swords. He read his Lord like he read the butcher's bill. The Abbot of Swords respectfully returned his gaze to the High Queen. She was all that mattered, here, now. For her words bore the weight of her world.

NimRuin_Wizard_Of_Ulster Looking at the lord with a gaze of steel, he raised one white eyebrow. The fact that he keep motioning for his sword neither offended him, for his magic would protect even a mouse of such silliness. He knew he neither doubted the Knight valor, but he also knew that sudden rashness was a falling of character. Hearing the queen he smiled. We are bound. He thought to himself. Suddenly his face went to a fair reddish color as he sensed the distorted presence of Thia. Sighing he drew away his gaze from the Knight and yet again looked at the queen while shrugging his shoulders. Her bad judgement of husband hood had betray her emotions and so she is therefore her worse enemy. The fact that this change in her was sudden showed off an immaturity. Breathing deeply he awaited the saucy woman. <c>

NimRuin_Wizard_Of_Ulster A war he thought to himself again. His face smiled as he was more related to the knights than he thought possible. He liked to show off his power and might. He loved to duel with enemies. His own Drowish nature made him so, but he didn't mind. If he acted like a true drow he wouldnt even be sitting around chatting about important issues. He would be off causing trouble, but age affected him is that subject, so he let the notion lie. <e>

Queen Thia ValioUlster Tip of her tongue rolling over the bottom of her sable inked lips, immetating her sister's lst word. -Honor.- was hissed out quietly as her booted feet echo'ed with each step taken further withhin the throne room. Stood near the largest window within the room, ignoring all for now. <C>

Lord Valerik - Valerik's voice rang out again, "If we have concluded our buisness here....I have a seige to get back to." For the first time, the knight's gaze swung away from the High Queen, to acknowledge the pressence of Thia, albiet the gaze he leveled upon her in response to her antics was even less warm than his ... cold and formal demeanor directed towards The High Queen and her Wizardly companion. It was obvious, her shouting had left a distaste in his mouth. As well, however the gaze was an unspoken indication that ... Valerik thought the High Queen might wish to deal with her unruly subordinate in private. If she were quick enough, she would catch it in his eyes when he looked back to Khalan.

Queen Thia ValioUlster Alliance this business that, Her sister had a husband she should spend time with him while he was here not off with some wench or dead. Thia could do the business not now though, she would probably cause war, which she wanted. Blood upon her once delicate hands, revenge was on her mind. Death, Anything curropted until her husbnd returned or at least informed her he was alive.<E>

Sir Baudoin - Baudoin at last moved. The short Knight stepped back, and nodded. A boy of but eight in Solamnic colours scuttled away, making his way towards the stables. The horses and hounds, banners and lances would await the two Knights as they left the chambers. He turned, scratching at his crudely-cut beard, black as night's ocean. And at last, smiled to the High Queen.

[Kahlan Lothair]

NimRuin_Wizard_Of_Ulster Rising to his feet he bowed lowly to the Lord and than to the Queen. He gave a low bow to the knight in which had no spoken at all. Looking at him he walked away from the throne and headed towards Thia. As he approached her, his black robes rustled around his feet. His movements made no sound. He reached out and tapped Thia upon the shouder while speaking quietly but firmly. "Queen Thia, Perhaps you should be a little more quiet. Your issues can be discussed at a later time. " His voice held no tone except for the shere sarcastic note that remained lingering in the air. Looking at her he raised his hood upon his face as he motioned her from the darkness and into the light. He didn't think much for this act, but he would not openly disrespect her while in the presence of there two <c>

NimRuin_Wizard_Of_Ulster knights. Turning around he stood in the back, as if watching over Thia's manners he obseved the queen. <e>

Sir Baudoin - And as a smile had flickered over parted lips, it so suddenly vanished. The Abbot Baudoin was once more puppet of the Gods, a short and muscled beast who would ride home. Home to war and woe. He fell to Valerik's side once more, movements vicious and mechanical.

Lord Valerik - Valerik nodded in retort to NimRuin's bow and excuse for the pouting female who had stormed her way into the audience chamber. Then, Valerik himself offered the same sort of curt bow he had at the begining of this meeting to the High Queen. Body straight he dipped only a fraction as he inclinded his head....

Sir Badoin - Baudoin bowed deeply. His movements were stiff, sharp and dull. The horridly scarred Knight held his bow for but a breath, before his back arched and armor scraped back into place. They would ride for day and night, into the sand-sheeted wastelands of the Knights of Takhisis. Baudoin made ready to follow his Lord when he left the halls.

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Inclining her head to nod at Valerik she smiles to Badoin..."It has been a pleasure My Lords. I look forward to discussing other matters in the future. Until then. Safe journey to your destination. Shall I have sentries escort you to our borders so that no one will mistake you for marauders?" She asks...looking up to Valerik with her piercing now green grey eyes...her eyes are as illusive as the mist of the land...she glances to the two men and stands with her hands clasped behind her back. Idly awaiting this request to either be denied or accepted. She hoped it would be allowed for she wouldnt want the men senselessly attacked for their weapons and the passing through the land.

Lord Valerik - Valerik nodded in acceptance of the offered escort, "Until then... Highness, peace be upon you. Your escort, we willingly accept to stave off any possible misunderstandings." At that, Valerik whipped himself about... his sword hand on high as he motioned for his procession to follow him out of the antechamber, and make good their exit from the meeting. Back to the blasted waste of Neraka they would head... Back to the fires of the seige.... to the stinking choke of smoke and flame and death. Valerik had yet another meeting to attend....Lord Augustus awaited their fateful clash, holed up though he might be within his fortress city, like a badger in a trap.

Sir Badoin - Baudoin's eyes were spring green, yet the lilts of light in the chamber honeyed his eyes gold. Gold as honey. Gold as wheat. He inclined his bearded face once more the High Queen. "May the Sky Father watch over you" he spoke, voice grating like gravel and static. Steel screamed on stone as he turned upon heels. The Abbot of Swords strode like a soldier, a grizzled dog, following his Grand Master. Soon he would disappear***until but a memory. But a breath that had once been in Ulster…

NimRuin_Wizard_Of_Ulster He smiled at he went to the queens side, leaving Thia to tend to herself. Upon approaching her he bowed once again as he came closer. "My queen, Perhaps you should rest now. The heir of Ulster must be made of steel to always be presence in such state matters." Smiling he offered her a hand, "or if it is your will mother i will assist you where ever you wish to go" His offer was simple and definetly somewhat out of character, but he cared nevertheless for the impliments of his mind. <e>