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Post by Kahlan Lothair on Aug 12, 2004 20:31:31 GMT -5
A soft sigh finds its way from her lips as she stares into the fire which hums with a delicate cadence of pops and hisses. Brilliant green eyes stare into the fire for some time before the spell is broken, the spell of the fire. Shaking her head she rises slowly from her chair and crosses the room to the fire. Grabbing a poker to coax the embers from their attempt at slumber, she quietly jabs at them while leaning an elbow on the mantle. A quiet time to reflect all that has happened. One day out of the cacophony that was created by her abrupt return.
What had happened was a blur in time. Yet it left her with one of the most precious things she could ever have. A gorgeous little girl. The thought of her makes Kahlan smile. All the pain, uprooting, and dissonance, all of it had been well worth the prize she had been given. Pushing her fingers through her curled fiery gold locks she holds some away from her face and simply smiles. It had been rough in the beginning but she never doubted the love she had for her daughter, nor had she ever neglected a time to tell her daughter (even though she is young) about her father. A man that would have loved to see the beautiful face of his daughter.
Placing the poker to the side back in its stand she watches a few sparks dance as wood settles against the bottom of the fireplace. Her eyes seem to dance in the fire and yet her mood is reflected by it, so melancholy for the time being. This her day of reflection over certain events of the close past. Despite it all she would do it all the same, she says to herself with a light smile. Her eyes catch something in the fire and she frowns.
Surely there wouldnt be anything in the fire, it had been cleaned before the logs had been put in. Closing in on the fire she kneels before it, soaking in its warmth before catching the glint once more. What on earth? Without hesitation she reaches into the fire. Anyone in the room would blanch at the sight of it, waiting for an inhuman howl and the hissiing and popping of burning flesh. However, there is none of this, in fact the fire seems to caress her hand and lick up the length of her arm to her elbow. Her tie to the element of Fire makes her impervious to any attack by fire. Her hand closes around the shining object in the fire and she pulls it out along with some of the embers. Quickly taking the object over to a pitcher of water she dumps the thing in the water along with the hot embers. Hissing and sizzling can be heard as the embers and the object cool.
Now her curiosity was piqued. What on earth could this thing be? Could one of the servants pieces of jewelry come off and fallen into the stacked logs? Reaching into the now black water she retrieves the object she pulled from the fire and plunks it into her water glass to wash it off. What she sees makes her look twice. It couldnt be! It just couldnt be! She hurriedly takes the object out of the glass and holds it up to the fire. A brilliant prism of light shines through one of the most beautiful gems she has ever seen in her entire lifetime. The combination of color in the relatively large gem, a gem that spans the size of her entire palm, is breath taking. Immediately she ponders its origin. A Phoenix Gem. She had heard of them and how they were made but had never seen one. Yet there was no mistaking this gem. Reduced to gawking at this gem, also called a Phoenix Tear, she slowly closes her mouth and sits heavily in the seat behind her desk. An extremely rare gem indeed.
Slowly she starts to dry it off and holds it up to the fire again. Her fathers words along with those of her tutor coming back to her slowly...
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Post by Kahlan Lothair on Aug 12, 2004 20:46:04 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]"Kahlan, my fledgling, have I ever told you the tale of the Phoenix's Tear?" Her father asked all those years ago.
"No, Papa! Please tell me! I want to know!" She said. Her father then looked her over as if deciphering if she was worth the tale, of course all the while playing. He then whisked her up and sat her on his knee.
"Well my darling, the tale goes like this..." Just as her father had begun to tell the tale her tutor broke in. "Matthias, do you think this is wise? She is only Seven years old." The lanky man with scraggly brown hair had asked. Matthias simply laughed at him. "Now is as good a time as any Rhemus!" Kahlan clung to her father as he started the story again, hanging on his every word.
"Now where was I? Oh yes, the beginning! The Phoenix Tear, also referred to as the Phoenix Gem, is one of the most beautiful gems in the entire world and also one of the most rare. It comes from fire and is borne by all the right things. Creating a gem so beautiful that it has been known to make even the hardest and heartless of men gawk at it. It is said that the gem is made from the tears of a Phoenix. Though I have heard that the tears of an elemental will bring the gem forth only in the strangest of circumstances. Not just any elemental either. An air, earth, or fire elemental are the only three that may create the Phoenix Tear. The strange circumstances are almost always different my child. So strange that these elementalists often go through life without ever producing this gem."
She was riveted at the very thought of a gem produced by the tears of a person that were rained down into a fire under the most perfect of conditions. She laid her hand on her fathers arm and looked up to him. "How though? What are the circumstances?" She asked with honest curiosity. Her father had only shrugged, never truely knowing himself. [/glow]
Now she held one of the most precious of gems in her hand. She didnt know how it had gotten there but she had wept over the fire. She couldnt even fathom how perfect the conditions had to be for such a large gem to be produced. Transfixed by its beauty she simply holds it and watches the firelight reflect through it.
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Post by Kahlan Lothair on Aug 15, 2004 20:05:04 GMT -5
~~A Day Later~~ Farris Wolf sits quietly against the wall in the cell. His hair now shaggy as he had been in here for a little while now. He didn't count the days it wouldn't matter. His face was covered with hair and dirt. He looked like a low peasent outside except he was well fed by the guards. Thank the lord Kahlan was merciful or he might not even have this ugly mug of his right now. His dark hazel eyes stared outside of the prison at the wall and a small hole showing a little of the outside. He couldn't wait for that second he could be free out of here. He didn't care what he did he just wanted out. It was beginning to crush his insides in and out as he was losing his own sanity in this cell. He decided to forget everything he had done, all the way to his actions that brung him here. He closed <C> eyes not trying to remember which had done it. It was there and one day would come back on him but he wasn't going to want to wait for that because he wouldn't want to even remember this sanity driven point in his life -Commandant- Daos Nur clip...clop....clip....clop...the sound of a horses hooves upon cobblestone would be heard, trotting toward the misty lands of Emain Macha...Daos En Sabah Nur had been away fro a long time...longer than he could remember..but he promised them he would return...and return he did...upon that massive black steed a giant of a man rode into the town. Clad in black from head to toe, he bore shiny black knights armor. Gold trimming and grench curvature around the guantlets and breastplates made the elaborate armor stand out even further. However, the images of hieroglyphics metched into the armor and egyptian style jewelry would pay homage to another heritage. The man's face was hidden under a helmet that was obviously the head of a jackal. CLip...clop...clip...clop...The ma -High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Her long hair dances in idle curls as she runs a comb made of the bone of some creature, through her hair. The curls soon become silken and shine with a fiery delicacy that seems to mirror her very attitude at times. Quietly she moves through her room getting dressed for what she knew not. Pulling on a pair of black trousers that fit her legs well and pulls on a billowing white shirt which she reigns in with a red bodice. She ties her hair back and eyes herself in a mirror made of shined silver metal. She looked decent enough and she didnt expect much company. A stray tendril of the fiery mane dances free of its confines and brushes the side of her smooth face. Her eyes are a tantalizing shade of green which seems only accented by the red bodice. Pale skin glistens as <C> Kahlan Lothair Makes her way down the stairs. Nur would be let in, no doubt at that. Yet she had no idea the huge Egyptian Commandant had returned. Fingers run along the black marble scabbard of her sword which hangs within reach for a quick exit should it need be used. Then music to her ears. In the next room she can hear the cooing of her daughter Willow. With a smile on her face she walks into the Grand Room just off the side of the entrance to the castle. There she sees Willow playing with the ever watchful eye of Amelia upon her. Nodding to Amelia Kahlan soon takes her seat where the woman was before. She watches her daughter, soon to be one year old, play like a big girl with a few toys that she had. Delicate brown gold curls dance in the sunlight that pours through a window nearby.<C> The green eyes of her daughter glance up and then there is a bubbling giggle and grin as she holds her arms up to be held. Kahlan goes over to her and sits down next to her, scooping her up into her lap. "Ah, Aria you are getting so big. What shall we play today? Dolls?" She laughs as Willow sucks on the end of a dolls foot, one that her mum had made for her when she was but a little baby. <E> Edlyn Edlyn shifted uneasily as her corset greatly bothered her. Curse the man or woman that created this dreadful article of clothing! Again she wiggled her way into a somewhat comfortable position and reigned her horse towards her companion and bodyguard, Khorden. Tucking a few strands of hair that wouldn't obey behind her ear, she turned towards him. "Please tell me we are near Emain Macha. This corset will soon squeeze the life from me! Not to mention this damned side-saddle." With a huff, she moved forward to ride next to the leader of the company. Her eyes scanned the site of the city, and she smiled with content. It was quite beautiful, and she didn't mind her father sending her to be part of the council here one bit. If they had horses, books, and a few good looking men, Edlyn coul<C> Edlyn settled quite nicely into this place. She glanced sideways to see the leader chuckling at the site of her. She had only rode side-saddle to be lady like, and work the damned corset for the same reasons. "Damn you Searlas!" She turned red and grumbled under her breath, soon they were approaching the gates of the well known palace of Queen Khalan. "Well, this must indeed be it, our homes for the next...Well. This might be our homes for the rest of our lives." Kicking her horse up towards the gates, she called to the guards. "I am Edlyn Gwenhyfra! The Queen should be expecting me, I come in peace to this land." Sitting back in the saddle, she waited. A new home. Wouldn't this me a interesting adventure? [end.] Farris Wolf sits there and that scheduled knock on the door and he turns his eyes watching. "Yes," He answered as he watched the door open and a plate of food put on the floor infront of him. The guard looked at him with sympathy farris ignored it. Sympathy was easy to use and he wasn't ready for it. Sure he was maybe the poorest looking person in the castle and the worst off instead of food, but he didn't need the guards sympathy. He took the plate and began eating it. The guard watched him. Farris ate like he was still outside. slow and calmly. It wasn't as much as he was used to, yet he could go days without food so aslong as he had something he was fine. He put the plate down as he finished it and the guard waited as Farris stood up and headed outside to go take a few seconds <C> Farris Wolf: to empty his system of the fluids and food he had been fed. He was only let do this once a day. He had learned to hold it now since he had been put here.<E> -Commandant- Daos Nur passed through the gates with no words at all. None of the gaurds moved..they knew who he was. Slowly sliding from the horse he patted it once and gave the reins to a young squire. He walked toward the palace door itself. "Take me to the Queen..." he said. And so it was done. He was brought into the home of the high queen of ulster, and to her throne room. Standing there before her throne he woudl wait for her. He didn;t remove his helmet at all. His cape was ankle length and bore a matching loin cloth like sash in front, that was knee length. Both of which were black silk. A young maid ran off to find the queen. "Your Majesty..a knight is here to see you!" She called out as she shuffled down the hall, holding up her dress at the knees to prevent herself from tripping<E> -High Queen- Kahlan Lothair She tilts her head up at the maid and nods. Quietly she rises to a standing position with her daughter in her arms cooing and sucking on the foot of her wooden doll, sanded smooth for the baby. Settling the girl on her hip she holds her securely with one arm. A guard comes rushing in...appealing for part of her time. "M'lady a lady Edyln is here to see you." A light nod is issued from Kahlan to the guard. "Please, bring her to the castle, make it a grand entrance. I want everyone to know her." With that the guard salutes her with a fist over his heart and runs out to do as she commanded. Quietly Kahlan enters the throne room and smiles brilliantly when she sees the hulking form before her throne. "Can it be?" She says and then laughs a gentle bubbling laugh. "It is!" <C> -High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Commander is home." She chuckles gently as she walks up to Nur and then smiles to him. Of course she has to look up but over a year ago she had won the respect of this man in a spar. She smiles warmly and Willow clings to her shirt while looking up to the huge form of Daos Nur. She furiously sucks on the dolls foot while looking at him. As if waiting for him to say -boo- and scare the living hell out of her. To the surprise of her castle servants Kahlan reaches out and lightly hugs the armored form careful of any sharp protrusions on his armor. "It has been a long time Nur. A very long time indeed!"<E> Farris Wolf as he sits back down he leans back against the wall. letting his eyes roll back into his head and his breathing slow as he started to go to sleep. He fell silently into sleep now looking like a carcass that was mauled a few times...except a not as lean as a carcass usually is. The smell enamating from the room only kept one guard near his door. While he had been here he had stopped snoring. He slowly went into a dream state as the door closed beside him.<E>
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Post by Kahlan Lothair on Aug 15, 2004 20:08:26 GMT -5
-Commandant- Daos Nur gently coiled a massive arm around the High Queen and pressed his jackal headed cheek against hers. "I have missed you..." he utteed, in that usual baritone voice. Looking at the child, he rested a hand upon her small head, dragging clawed fingers gently along her delicate face..he dared not harm her in anyway. Nur looked to the baby as she sucked on the foot of that doll and slowly reached toward hsi mask to undo the clasps on the side. Lifting the jackal helmet, he revealed his face. egyptian make up as usual, but his hair was "war-braided" into rows against his scalp, leaving his hair to hang in the rear. "Hello child..." He said to Willow.<E>
High Queen- Kahlan Lothair The baby looks at him for a moment and decides he isnt anything entirely special and goes back to sucking on the dolls foot and tugging on her mothers shirt. "Ive missed you too Nur. How was your trip?" She asks with a questioning glance before taking his hand and leading him out of the room. "It went well I hope. You can tell me all about it as we go down to the dungeons. I have someone I want you to meet." With that she begins to lead him down a corridor. Amelia rounds a corner and smiles to Kahlan and Willow. "Amelia will you take Willow back to the Grand Room? I must go down to the dungeons and I do not want her to catch a cold down there." The woman nods and takes Willow and heads for the Great Room while Kahlan motions for Nur to follow her. "Do you remember Farris?" <C> -High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Well he has landed himself in a cell for outright betrayal to me when I was pregnant with Willow several months ago. He nearly caused me to miscarry and plotted against me with my Cousin. Whom I have yet to find." She says as she leads him down a stairwell. Her soft leather boots making muted sounds as she leads him down, down, down, deep into the heart of the Dungeon below. <E>
Farris Wolf From being down in this cell so long his hearing had picked up. He could hear something...it sounded like clinking of armor. He awakened at once, since there was nobody down here except himself. He stood up walking to the back away from the door. Did Kahlan change her mind...or was this the day he was waiting for freedom. He silently waited for the door to open or whatever was going to happen happen.<E>
-Commandant- Daos Nur Was amused by the baby's reaction, though his face didn't show it. He listened as he walked beside the queen, his helmet tucked underneath his right arm. As he walked, he looked around. Much had changed, yet much was still the same. "Why was he not executed?" He said, blunt, simply put. Traitors were to die. Perhaps this was a different case though..perhaps there was more to it than what was mentioned. Nonetheless, Nur followed.<E>
Kahlan Lothair: A light nod is issued at what he says. "I would have done it if he hadnt run. Time has passed and now he is in the darkest cell guards could find." Raising her fist she knocks on a door. It is quickly opened and guards salute her and their mouths gape open as they watch the form of Nur come through the door. She chuckles lightly and looks over her shoulder as she grabs a torch. "You still hold sway over these men. Some have heard legends about you, and yet have not met you. Im sure they believe any legend to be truth now." A soft laugh comes from her and she motions to the guard with the keys to go out ahead. The guard scuttles ahead and fumbles with his keys as they come to the cell of Farris. He quickly opens it and the cell is flooded with light from the torch, though it<C> Is obscured by the guard in the very small door frame. Nothing of either Nur or herself would be seen. "This, Lord Nur, is our prisoner." <E>
Farris Wolf stood there tall his hair falling down his back the dark hazel eyes staring out of the cell at whoever opened the door. His clothes still all together since he had not torn them. His white shirt though covered in soot and dirt and his pants worn and dirty also. Yet he stood tall. His head high his chin up. He let his arms fall behind his back as he stood at attention. His body responding to the almost forgotten moves since his younger days. "May I ask who has decided to visit my cell?" His voice emanates from his body like he had never been down here. He had yet to use it and was suprised it still worked down here. He didn't move a muscle as he waited.<E>
-Commandant- Daos Nur said nothing. He was always a man of few words. Looking to those gaurds for a moment, he nodded gently to them and brought his fist to his heart. He saluted them first, untraditional, but respectful nonetheless. Legends of him...how odd. The children probably spoke of the painted giant who lead the army...the gargantuan moor. Looking at Farris in the darkness, Nur watched as he maintained his military bearing. The queen was the talker, not him.<E>
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Post by Kahlan Lothair on Aug 15, 2004 20:35:46 GMT -5
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair With a wave of her hand she dismisses the guard. The man makes it past her without touching her, as if touching her would be taboo. She chuckles lightly at the young man and ducks as she enters the cell. The room fills with light and her raptors gaze falls upon Farris. She glances around once more and then looks out the door to Nur. "His term is not yet up, he has about two weeks left on his term." She waits for Nur to enter the cell and looks to Farris. "You look decent enough. Im sure you have nothing to complain about." She says while holding the torch. The man made her angry, but not as much as he had before. Yet it is still audible in her voice and clearly stated in her stormy grey green eyes that she doesnt have a particular liking of the man. "When you are freed, you<C -High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Will be given back the sword you threw at my feet. Someone else though may decide that you are unfit to re-join the army. Commandant Nur, what do you say?" <E>
-Commandant- Daos Nur Commandant? Well....they saw him fit to lead their armies again...and hsi first decision as Commander of the armies of ulster would be the fate of Farris. "You are imprisoned for treason...be thankful you still have your life...however..seeing that you are alive, there must be certain circumstances pertaining to your crime...when you are freed, if you wish to pledge your sword to this kingdom, I will give you a little....test...until then, I see you as a nothing more than another man..." Nur fell silent again, and intook breath. The giant of a man turned hsi ehad ever so slightly to look around the cell. Dark...disgusting..like hsi gladiator days...
Farris Wolf He watched the both of them. Listening intently to her and then commandment. He breathed in and out. He noticed Nur looking around with a look of amazement and disgust. "Sir if you do not like my accomadations you can hope to find worse ones. I hope to god that there is no other place like this because this is true hell." He sighed. "I would pledge my sword. But I wish to know this test that you are appointing to me Nur." He put the emphasis on his name. As a prisoner...and not a member of the army to him Nur was also another man. He let his voice bite back at Nur. Then turned his head to Kahlan. "Kahlan. I see you are doing. Well...may the best wishes be upon you." He finished off...something like a diplomat with nice curt words. He hadn't let a single emotion show (C) Farris Wolf: as he spoke to them. He hoped he wasn't being too insulting. And yes he was thankful that it was this sentence he got. But it would not be him if he let it show. He closed his eyes now waiting for them. (E)
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Sliding the torch home in a wall bracket she looks to Farris. "You, Farris, are in no way, shape, or form in a position to speak down to your Superior. Commandant Nur is your superior even as a civilian. Treat him with the respect he deserves." Crossing her arms she eyes Farris. "You are in this cell of your own volition. You made choices that ultimately put you here. You have no one to blame but yourself. Do not hold anyone else accountable for your actions." Her voice is not so much cold as it is authoritative, which can be icy at times. Rote proceedure made it hard to be warm and comforting and at all caring. This man before her had nearly caused her to lose her baby. Something she would never forgive him for, though she pulled through the experience. "One admirable <C> -High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Quality that you still obtain that I have seen, is that you turned yourself in." She glances to Nur and then back to Farris. "You, if you wish to rejoin the army, will do any test that Commandant Nur assigns you. Even if it is to carry a fist full of sand from the desert and make it back without ever dropping a single grain. Do you understand? There is no room for any negotiation on your part." Her arms remained crossed and her stance is not unlike a soldier at ease, her feet are spread to about shoulder width apart, it is apparant that she is comfortable in such a stance and potentially deadly if given the chance. <E>
Farris Wolf Farris closed his eyes as she painfully threw his words back at him. "Kahlan...I understand. I wasn't negotiating but he gave me the choice to decide if I wanted to pledge my sword. I wasn't going to change it. I just wanted something to think about for whatever time I have to choose that decision." His voice dropped into a calm, collected state. He breathed quietly his eyes not leaving Kahlan.
-Commandant- Daos Nur would have laughed at his response. He would tell the man of hsi test...his test to prove his alliance to the kingdom or not. He raised a hand, signifying for the queen to calm herself, Nur didn't care if the man had a pride issue, in his mind, he was right. Nur was just another man, he put his boots on one at a time. "Your task is simple...bring me the duke's head..." His eyes were cold, unblinking..
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair She nods slightly at the thought of it and then chuckles. "The man will avoid Farris like a plague sent down upon his head. Farris is the reason he is being sought, not to mention his ill mannerisms towards me." Shrugging her shoulders she crosses the room between Farris and Nur. "I must attend to a woman that is to become a Council member. If you like Nur, you may come with me, unless you have other things in which your time would be better served." She nods lightly to Farris and quietly exits the chamber. She soon realizes she is grossly under dressed to be speaking with any soon to be Council member. Hurrying along she races up the stairs with surprising ease to cross the ground floor and climb yet more stairs to her room. When she gets there she sheds her clothing choice<C> -High Queen- Kahlan Lothair <C>And is helped by two maids to dawn a dress sent to her from the land of Xexoria. Not entirely humored by the dresses make, which outlines her figure well enough with the corset top and flowing skirt bottom, she eyes herself in the mirror. The dress is a delicate shade of blue with a few fabric designs on the skirt of the same color. Her hair is let down and combed again. The women start trying to intricately weave her hair but she stops them. Grabbing her coronet she places it atop her head. The coronet is a simple band of laced silver and gold which forms into intricate celtic knotwork. "I havent the time for it. Lady Edlyn and Master Thaddeaus will be here soon." Quickly she gathers her skirt and heads down the stairs, the dress is long enough so that she doesnt <C> -High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Need shoes, she simply slides on a pair of fitting silk slippers made of a soft blue silk and quickly heads down the stairs. Once downstairs she hurries to the Grand Room to see Willow. She quickly scoops the girl up twirls her around and kisses the small childs cheek before hurrying to the Throne Room, hoping she isnt going to make a terribly intrusive entrance. Once there, to her relief, she finds that no one has yet arrived. Quickly she takes her seat upon the Oak chair gilded in places with gold leafing. The Throne seems to relay a story, if one sat around long enough to interpret it. At the very pinnacle of the back of the chair is the head of a wolf blazoned on the Crest of Ulster. Catching her breath before the new arrivals make their debut, she listens to her daughter<C> -High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Coo from the other room. Outside in the mid afternoon sunlight, Rolling Irish hills unfold their stories which they've long kept secret. To the left of the city is the Harbor. The city itself is backed up to a cliff with the Castle at the very back. The City of Emain Macha is two miles across and about a mile deep, ending in the Castle Emain. To the right of the gates and tall walls of the City is a dense forest, once home to the elvish and drow that were part of the Kingdom, several still have their homes deep in the heart of the forest. A single road leads to and from the City, making the going easy or hard, depending on the time of day and danger. Anyone seeking the Queen will be stopped at the first gate, the gate to the city, where a runner will be sent to the High Queen <E>
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Post by Kahlan Lothair on Aug 15, 2004 21:40:30 GMT -5
-Commandant- Daos Nur said nothing to Farris. Slipping on his helmet, he once again took the appearance of the Jackal God, Anubis. Turning sharply, he walked up the stairs behind the high queen and soon parted paths with her. Pushing open the door to hsi chamber, he looked inside...nothing was moved...it was untouched....kept dusted, but untouched. Walking toward his large window, he looked out to see people coming, and great commottion. He would join the queen' side shortly after she was readied, Walking on her left, as lower ranking officials should always do...Of course he dwarfed her, and just about everyone else in size. Commandant Nur was 7ft tall...his highly erect jackal ears made him appear to be 8 feet tall.
Lord Thaddeaus VeRusa Festooned in a luxurious overcoat, inlayed with threads of gold, and cascading ruffles of elegantly pleated silk, the man housed within the mahogany carriage, pulled by two teams of sable Friesians, most certainly fits the part of a wealthy Lord. His journey here had been sprung from knowledge of his political capacities, affluence and, perhaps most notably, his frightful aptitude with linguistical persuasion: something any advisor to royalty inevitably requires. The stagecoach comes to a decelerated halt, and one of the vessels promptly descends from the front to open the door for his Master. <c> Lord Thaddeaus VeRusa Stepping from the halted coach upon the driveway, a coiled parchment in hand, Lord VeRusa waits patiently for any further confirmation of his identity and intentions to take place. Having already passed through the first set of security without incident, he expects for few further delays.
Edlyn She had already been greeted into the Palace of Khalan, and was comfortably settled into her chambers. It was beautiful, a four poster bed dressed in lavish bed clothing, tapestries lined the walls, persian rugs upon the floor. She grinne. "Martha, please lay out my cherry dress, you know the one embroidered with gold?" With these few words she seated herself at the vanity and unbound her raven hair. Brushing through the silken locks, she twisted it in the back and pinned it with a golden pin. The pin had been given to her by her mother, to remember her dead father. It was simple, and only decorated with a lions head, for they called her father The Lion. "Martha! Not so tight!" She winced as the maid tightend her corset, and she thought she would faint. Curse her mother, and curse the<C> Edlyn dress of female nobility. Why must she be like those arrogant peacocks paraded around in the woman's quarters of the palace. As she was dressed in the lovely garment of cherry red, embroidered with roses of gold thread, she headed for the door. "Lady Edlyn, your circlet!" Grabbing the simple circlet of twisted gold she lay it atop her head, and kissed Martha's cheek. "Don't mind my yelling Martha, I'm nervous, and I hate these damned corsets." With a last kiss, she hurried into the throne room. As she curtsied to the guard at the door, she was lead into the ellegant room where Khalan was seated. Curtsieing(sp?) low to the floor, and bowed her head before her new mistress. "Hail High Queen Khalan of Ulster. Tis I Edlyn of Silurian salute you." With her lovely noble words, she rose, Edlyn: looking the woman straight in the eye, showing no fear, but great respect. [end.]
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Her eyes find the woman before her feet find the floor. A tilt of her head towards the woman indicates that she acknowledges the womans presence before she stands and steps down from the dais. Her own dress makes a light rustling noise before settling. Made of Xexorian satin it becomes her well, though she, like the woman before her is clad in a corset. Yet she seems far more accustomed to the confines than Edlyn might be. One had to learn how to breathe all over again, lest they faint on the spot. She bows her head slightly to the woman giving her due respect. "Well met Edlyn of Silurian. You have taken a long journey to be here this day and I appreciate your presence so soon. You are to be Second Chair under the Chairwoman arent you, M'lady?" She asks with a slight tilt <C> -High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Of her head. Her slender neck is adorned by a single necklace bearing the emblem of Ulster upon its medallion. Her eyes are piercing but when she directs them towards Edlyn they soften enough to keep harshness away. Her formalities are not cold and cruel as Edlyn might have thought them when she was down in the Dungeon only half an hour before. In fact she is rather hospitable. The Dove of Ulster reigns her conciousness at this moment. The Wolf of Ulster laying beneath the surface. What should happen if ever the Wolf caught the Dove? No one around the Castle, or in fact the city or the Kingdom dared think of it. "You are most welcome in Emain Macha and all of Ulster, Lady Edlyn. For now you are to be accomodated in the Castle. I hope this is to your liking?" She asks while<C> -High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Leading the woman toward the door for a short walk. Kahlan knew that the huge form of Daos Nur would follow if he saw fit to do so. He had only just returned and yet she had business to attend to. Filling him in on everything that was amiss or had happened would wait just a while longer. She leans her head sideways in a conspiratorial, but joking manner, her long rich fiery gold loose curls dancing against the rose hued tones of her skin. "I tell you, Lady Edlyn, I dare say one day I shall pass out from wearing a corset. How -do- you manage to keep so calm in such a tight corset?" Of course this was meant as a show of friendship, a making of Comraderie(sp?), rather than her own true discomfort in the Corset. For the briefest of moments she steals a chance to look out a nearby <C> -High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Window. Soon Lord Thaddeaus would arrive and she would be able to address him and introduce him to Lady Edlyn and perhaps leave them to discuss the meanings of their positions. With the backs of slender fingers she brushes a strand of hair away from her now brilliant blue green eyes. <E>
-Commandant- Daos Nur wasn't far behind the high queen. This Behemoth of a knight seemed to make no sound as he walked. A large blackbladed claymore was sheathed across his back. The elaborately crafted black and gold blade bore an handle that cosisted of two intertwining serpents...dueling cobras. Nur's Jackal mask bore crimson eyepeices that favored rubies..who knew what they were. The innards of the ears were trimmed in gold as well. Obviously the armor was for regal purposes, but tiw as built by combat standards...Nur's combat standards. Looking down at Edlyn, he gently bowed, but remained behind the queen and off to her left. His Black silk cape and loin sash flowed almost if they breathed with their own life...
Edlyn With a slight huff, which she innocently tried to hide, she nodded courtly to the Queen. "Yes, indeed my Lady, I am to be the Second Chair of your Council." Her eyes slipped from the Queen and onto Daos Nur. Her eyes slightly bulged from their sockets to see such a tall man, but attractive to Edlyn's taste. She had never seen a man with such sun-kissed skin, and eyes as dark as mahogany. She licked her lips slightly, her chest starting to heave, she looked away as she was beging led into the corridors. Well, that was an interesting first sight. As she bobbed along the hallways of the palace, her arm slid into the curve of the Queen's. "Oh my, do I look to unaffected? Well, to be quite honest, I hate this thing. I would rather be wearing a dress without it." She blushed at her sudden <C>
Lord Thaddeaus VeRusa: Facial features concealed behind a porcelain mask, one which offers naught but the hue of his azure eyes for recognizing purposes. Was he man or beast? Little could be determined when one was so shrouded, as not an sliver of flesh was visible – intentionally so... Grasping his plumed hat with the tips of gloved fingers, he adjusts it slightly on his head as the documentation is confirmed and his entrance is permitted. Escorted across the pebbled driveway and up the stairs, his carriage is heard trotting out of the main reception loop in order to allow for others to deposit their regal cargo at the Queen's doorstep.<C> Lord Thaddeaus VeRusa Ushered inward, with the utmost of caution about not earning even the slightest bit of ire from the aristocrat, the domestics walk slightly behind Lord VeRusa until they are within the appropriate distance from the dias. The domestic presents and addresses the Queen. "Your majesty, his Lordship Thaddaeus VeRusa." With a rehearsed finesse, the patrician cants his masked visage slightly, withdrawing his feathered hat from atop his head and pressing it to his chest as his bow plunges into respectful depths. For a fleeting moment the position is held until his aqua eyes dart upward, glinting as they focus upon the chatting females.<E>
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Post by Kahlan Lothair on Aug 15, 2004 22:04:09 GMT -5
-Commandant- Daos Nur removed his helmet once more...He saw no need to wear it. As he pulled it off, his braids fell down mid back. They were tied nack with a large golden ring clasp..it was a larger version of the beads at the ends of the braids. Chocolate skin, mahogany eyes, full lips and egyptian makeup. Those eyes shifted slightly to a topaz tint, much like the eyes of a lion. He nodded respectfully to Lord Verusa, but said nothing. Walking to the queen's side, he held his helmet underneath his left arm, cradling the jackal head.
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Her eyes settle upon the form of Thaddeaus and she again nods her respect to the man, excusing herself from Lady Edlyn for just a moment, she moves over to Thaddeaus. "Please rise. You must be the Third Chair on the Council. It is a pleasure to meet you Lord VeRusa." Extending her hand towards Edlyn she motions for the woman to come to her. "Ive only just been introduced to the Lady Edlyn. However, the both of you will be working together so I find it will be easier to introduce you both myself. Now that you two are here." Her eyes move from Thaddeaus' aqua eyes to Edlyn's. "Lady Edlyn, it is my pleasure to introduce you to Lord Thaddeaus VeRusa. Lord VeRusa, the Lady Edlyn." With such fluidity as to judge whether or not the action had even taken place she extracts herself<C> -High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Between the two and moves slightly aside. "Please, you two have much to catch up on. I will gladly escort the both of you around the castle grounds as soon as you are through talking." She smiles lightly for a moment as she hears her daughter coo. The servant Amelia, an older woman with red hair starting to gray at the temples, walks in with Willow on her hip. "Duty calls." Kahlan says with a gentle smile towards her daughter. "Lord VeRusa, you will be accomodated in the castle until such quarters are found to suit you and your station within society. Both of you are Aristocracy and it will be seen to that you are treated well. Lord VeRusa, you will be escorted to your quarters as soon as you wish. I will be in the Great Room next door if either of you need me." With that <C> -High Queen- Kahlan Lothair She quietly extracts herself from the meeting of the two council members and takes her daughter from Amelia. Quickly moving out of the room through two wide double doors that are left open and obviously enter the Great Room. <E>
Lord Thaddeaus VeRusa: The curiosity of a man standing next to the Queen was warranted an inspecting gaze, one which nearly betrayed his amusement of the guard dog persona being so flagrantly played out here, right down to the helmet.....but, like all gentleman, Lord VeRusa always thought one thing, and said/did another. Rising at Her Eminence's direction, swiveling slightly toward the woman he's being familiarized with, Thaddeaus takes the hand of Lady Edlyn and renders a reverent kiss upon her knuckle's top before releasing her limb. "My lady..." Attention diverted as the Queen declares her wishes, he nods at her departure.. Requiring some time to repose after his lengthy trek, he excuses himself from the esteemed company and is convoyed toward his prepared lodgings.<E>
Edlyn She nodded as Khalan obviously left to suckle her child. She smiled at the cooing wonder. Such a beautiful child, she had inherited this beauty obviously from her mother. Nodding courtly, she watched Khalan slip into the Great Room to attend to her duties. With a slight nod of her head towards Amelia she turned to Thaddeaus. Well, wasn't he a site to behold! He showed absolutely no spot of skin. His entire body and face covered in mounds of cloth, silk, and for his face, a mask of porcelain. She quirked a brow, then curstied at his polite jesture with her hand. "Lord Thaddeaus..." She thought it rude as he suddenly went towards his chambers, being led by Amelia, followed by his slave-pet. She sighed, and turned to see Daos Nur staring at her. "Pardon..." She outstretched her hand, and<C> Edlyn smiled awkwardly. Well, I'm sure he wasn't going to follow his mistress do view her doing such things. She sighed heavily. [end.]
-Commandant- Daos Nur gaurd dog? maybe to some. Nur looked from Lord Verusa to Lady Edlyn. The Queen left. Lord Nur had attended only to see these new people, not become friendly, he was a warrior, not a noble..and knew nothing of how to interact with them. Nonetheless, he would greet Lady Edlyn with the utmost respect. Taking her slender hand gently in his armored one, he gently shook it and said "Welcome to Emain Macha..." His egyptian accent was still very strong.. . Slipping his helmet back on, he nodded to the both of them again and made his way outside. He was to attend to the needs of hsi soldiers. Inspect the barracks and see what needed to be improved or repaired. He missed his armies..he missed them dearly...As he passed soldiers they saluted, then returned to their duty with a mere raising of the Commandant's hand.
Shadowsong of Atlantica Sarena rode up to the Royal Palace, she was wearing a black silk cloak, and black dress robes, the moon light shined upon her, her sapphire blue eye's twinkling, and it could be seen if you where there, but that was the only thing of her face you could see other than her shadowed face, due to it being hid by the cloak. She dismounted, and the wind made her amulet sing it's song, the Shadow's Song, this was what she did when making an enterance, and everyone would hear it's light beautiful tune, with in there ears. She walked up to the gates and walked through them, with a thin light shroud of shadow where she once stood, she was a Fey, immortal, wise, and beautuiful. She walked up to the Doors where the guards let her in, and she actually, let them open the door and she didn't walk <C> Shadowsong of Atlantica through the door and split there atoms for only a second, but walked beside them as they open. She Lady Sarena Shadowsong was the fourth chair in the council of Ulster, they led her in to the Throne Room, where she saw Lady Edlyn, she looked into her eyes even though she would not know it. She lowered her hood and her luxiourous shiny dark hair, cascaded down to it's length it had a sapphire blue tint to it, and it was the most beautiful at night. She then spoke her voice as soft soothing, feminine, but yet had a sense of power,"Hello." she began," I am Lady Sarena Shadowsong, fourth chair in the council." she said politely. "And you are?" she said extending her elegant hand, the movements where the essence of grace it's self. The Shadow's Song stil played as some soft breeze hit <C> Shadowsong of Atlantica her amulet which had five jewels in it, a mystical diamond, emerald, sapphire, ruby, and an amethyst crystal, played that her elegant tune, that would still be heard lightly in there ears.<E>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Running her fingers through the gold and brown whispy curls beginning to come to life on her daughters head, she watches as the little girl plays with the doll for a little while longer before dropping it and clinging to her mother. Obviously exhausted from the days events. Humming a soft tune that drowns out or enhances the existence of the tune played by a gem(?) worn by Sarena, Kahlan doesnt know that the woman is there. Rocking her ten month old daughter in her arms the babe is soon asleep. Quietly and with great care she lays the babe in the arms of Amelia and smiles. The woman quickly whisks her away to sleep in the Queens Chambers. Smoothing the skirt at her hips she walks back into the room and smiles to see Sarena and Edlyn, dropping the same line she did with the other<C> -High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Two. "You must be the Fourth Chair in the council. Its a pleasure to meet you. I am Kahlan Lothair." She says, dropping her own title. The coronet atop her head speaks volumes though and her very demenor bears the weight and dignity of fifty years of ruling in the Kingdom of Ulster. As far as ageless beings go she looks to be only 23 years old. The blue satin of the Xexorian made dress appeals to her eyes. She wears no makeup and yet seems to shimmer slightly as the sun dips down and slowly becomes more red, shining in the windows on the West end of the Throne Hall. "Have you yet seen you quarters M'lady?" She asks with a light tilt of her head. <E>
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Post by Kahlan Lothair on Aug 16, 2004 18:09:07 GMT -5
~~Next Day~~ -High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Brilliantly colored blue orbs dance around the room briefly before she moves across the room to a chest. Opening it she shuffles through a few things before she pulls out a green dress and holds it out at arms length. Nice enough, she thinks to herself, wonder if it still fits? Without asking for the help of the maids she slips into the dress and laces up the front. The sleeves bare her shoulders and are split to show her long slender arms. The inside is lined with a pale blue silk, all of which seems to accent her very well. Almost making her seem like a sea maiden. Slender fingers wrap around a cord nearby and pull. Moments later the door opens and two women enter. "Please plait my hair, ladies." She says and takes a seat on a cushioned chair and allows the women to <C> -High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Elaborately plait her hair. At the very end a few defiant whisps break free and brush her face with a fiery radiance that seems only augmented by the dress. Sliding on a pair of matching slippers she walks to the mirror and looks at herself. The dress still fit. She smiles lightly and touches the fabric. Her mothers dress still fit. Turning quietly she thanks the ladies and grabs her coronet from one of them and places it on her head before walking downstairs. Willow was still upstairs taking her nap and so Kahlan had the afternoon to herself pretty much. Sweeping down the spiral stairs she exits the staircase and moves towards the Throne Room. Once in the room she crosses it to her chair and settles into it. Her demenor isnt the best of the best this day. In fact the very<C> -High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Outside world seems to mirror her. A cold and misty day had dawned and as the sun climbed the mist over the Green Island never released its hold. Succumbing finally to a soft patter of rain which she could hear pleading for entry into the massive castle by hitting the glass panes of the numerous windows. In this state she looks as if she might absolutely transfix an entire room with what is upon her mind. The light of near to thirty torches try in vain to keep the damp air at bay, though all the flames appear to do is to make the High Queen sparkle. A descendant of the Tuatha she is...ah but there were things that people knew nothing about. She chuckles lightly. A shift to the side reveals the White Dove tattoo on her left shoulderblade. What is in control today, the dove, <C> -High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Or the wolf? The aire of mystery that surrounds her seems to be placated by the mist and rain. There is something on her mind that neither her eyes or her attitude will allow anything to make concious sense of. Suddenly the spell seems to be broken, as if she has remembered something, and quietly she looks around. The Commandant. Where could he be? She calls to a servant and sends her with a message to the Commandant. Asking for his presence in the Throne Room. <E> Arthur Quickly the resonating sound of the loud roar reaches the ears of all within the castle, seeming to draw closer and closer, aggrivating them whike it keeps coming. Kahlan would know this annoying sound all to well, the winds begin to pick up, whirling around the castle with uncanny speed yet there is no sign of the origin in which all of this takes place. There is nothing uniform about the uprised activities, a cool voice sings through the howling winds, singing about days of old and long gone from this earth........dulling into a mellow roar once a strike of lightning shatters the deep, entrancing song. Light quickly fills the area surrounding the large castle to act as a shroud to cover the large golden dragonic form coming swiftly upon them. The massive beast swoops down <C> Arthur towards the ground, with great agility massive wings swoop out to full extent to slow him. Landing just outtside the castle gates, his neck cranes up to look over the walls with a mischievious smirk forming upon its features. The ground begins to shake as soon as the dragon hops up on to the walls to walk around as if it were nothing more than a larger version of a feline. Sensing that the queen is within her throne room, he dcides to be a bit more playful, letting his tail curl and snake around to nlock the large doors to allow it entrance.....waving to her simply enough.<E> -Commandant- Daos Nur "SHINK!" would be the sound of metal upon leather as Nur drew both his blades from his cross sheath. His eyes narrowed as he slowly walked forward and began to roll his wrists, thus twirling the blades. Over and over those blades would slice air, singing a song of death to the wind. The familiar "fooom..fooom...fooom..fooom..." of large objects slicing air would grow into a steady rhythm. Arcs of silver danced off the blades as he stopped hsi forward progress and continued to twirl. Reeling back, he leaned backward and twirled the backs over the top of his head, carrying them 360 degrees around himself to assault opponents who were non-existant. Rising again to remain erect, he then twirled both blades on the outsides of his body before clowly "crossing" them over in alternating swipes...<c> -Commandant- Daos Nur sheathed one blade while thrusting the right handed one forth. His right foot raised as he drew back only to settle into a thrust again. Over and other he would thrust, swiping, spinning, twirling that blade. Commandant Nur then stopped all movement and held the sword infront of himself, closing his eyes partially. The blade hummed gnelty, the ambient energy of the air being sucked into the sword only to resonate and form pure energy...scientists would call it plasma...the generation of heat would force the grass to bow under the wake of hot wind. The sould infront of him was slashed once it seemed...the blade missed....or did it....the rock slid into two peices....a perfect cut...Nur was outside of the castlewalls, down by the lake... Edlyn Her eyes fluttered softly as she was awakened by a long, restful sleep. "Marthar?" The old serving maid entered the room with a jug of warm water and added it to the large basin sitting in the middle of her chambers. "Come m'lady, you cannot see Khalan in yer dirty get up!" After pouring the contents of the jug, she dipped her hand in. "The waters lovely Edlyn, come along." She grumbled as she was slipped away from her warm blankets, and stripped of all clothing. She bit her bottom lip as the cold, moist morning air hit her body. Her hardening nipples proved how cold it actually was. "Mart-" But before she could protest any longer, Martha has thrown her into the basin. "Your father made me pack fragrant shampoos for your hair. Which would you like, lilac, or daisy?" She turned to face <C> Edlyn her and arched a questioning brow. "Daisy?" "Yes, daisy. Now which would you prefer m'lady?" "Lilac." As she leaned back, Martha poured another jug of warm water over her hair, and began to lather the expensive shampoo from Egypt into her hair. "You are growing very much into your body, and looks!" Marthar giggled. "You'll be a beauty like your mum in no time." Edlyn simple grinned and enjoyed the rest of the bath. After being dried, and dressed in a simple gown of dark red, which was a bit to tight at the breasts, which made her look eager. She flipped her eyes, well, its all she had for the day. As she wandered the halls of the palace of Emain Macha, she slipped into a room, behind a large wooden door, only to find a massive library. "Well! By all Gods!" And Edlyn, being to fond of Edlyn books, dove into what she very well thought was heaven. [end.] -High Queen- Kahlan Lothair She addressed a few people that had come to court to discuss their problems and get her ruling over them. It took only about fourty minutes to deal with and she nods lightly as the last leave, only to hear the familiar ruckus of one very disruptive Gold Dragon. She laughs lightly and gets up from her throne and walks towards the door where she sees his tail sticking in, waving at her, if it is at all possible for a dragon to wave with their tail. With a chuckle she walks over to the tail and pats it. Then she leaves him for the moment and walks upstairs to her room to get out of the dress. She didnt want anything happening to the dress for it was among her favorites and had special meaning to her. Once in the room she quickly sheds the dress and carefully puts it back in the <C> -High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Where it came from, followed by the slippers. Pondering her options she slips on a pair of fitting black pants and laces the front of them up and follows with a semi form fitting off white shirt. Setting the coronet aside she grabs an old familiar cloak. A dark grey leather cloak knicked in places. She tosses the cloak over her shoulders and heads down the stairs once more. Finding the tail having not moved she somehow manages to step over the tail and look up the ridged back of Arthur. She chuckles. "You scoundrel of a Gold Dragon. Come to scare the peasants off have you?" She jabs playfully at him. The servant she sent to find Nur told her that he was down by the shoreline practicing sword play. She thought she might go down and watch. She quickly remembers something. <C> -High Queen- Kahlan Lothair "Just a moment Arthur!" She says and darts back inside, pulling her own sword and scabbard down from its resting spot on the wall. She hooks the belt around her hips and secures it, letting the familiar black marble scabbard tap against her leg as she steps over his tail again. "Will you join me? I was planning on going to see Commandant Nur." She says and flashes him a smile before hurrying down the stairs in a flourish of cloak with her braid brandishing like a long forgotten banner of some tribe. Her boots make muted noises along the stairs as she moves along. Entirely expecting Arthur to follow her. <E>
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Post by Kahlan Lothair on Aug 16, 2004 18:49:27 GMT -5
Arthur Cooing softly in return to Lady Kahlan, his tail comes up to lightly swat against her wherever she may be standing. His tail quickly swirls around her, lifting her up onto his back with great ease/ This could be taken as a simple yes, besides he would like to scare someone else or even make them uneasy. Without another word he lept out into the air, air quickly filling his wingsbringing him higher and higher. Being careful not to make any sudden movements to knock the Queen off, definately it would be a bad thing....
-Commandant- Daos Nur continued. It was strange to see a man wield twin claymores..but when you're 7 feet tall and blessed with abnormal strength,, they become broadswords. Commandant Nur continued to interlace sword strikes, creating an impenetrable offensive...to a degree. Turning slowly to his left, while extending hsi left arm's sword, he raised his right above his head and pointed it in the same direction. Pushing off his his right foot he begin a 45 degree angle series of wind-mill like slashes.<c> -Commandant- Daos Nur The leaves around hsi slowly began to flutter upward with the continuining of high speed movements. "foom...foom...foom-foom-foom-foom.." over and over the booming sounds of metal and air would radiate from his being. His eyes narrowed once more as he turned toward the other bolder and thrusted his blade toward it, driving one into the stone, and striking the otop of the stone with the other. The boulder crumbled....
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair What to do? Hold on of course! Her cloak flapped in the wind as she was borne aloft by the powerful muscles of the gold dragon that was Arthur Pendragon. Patting his neck she points down to the man on the beach as the man makes a boulder crumble. Bracing herself for a bank she holds on so as not to slide off the scales of the large dragon. Her eyes scan the horizon and for a moment, just a moment, her eyes become grey green, as if mirroring the land from which she was born. As they descend she braces herself for the landing that would kick sand up. Hoping that Nur wouldnt attack the dragon, thinking that he was landing to do some harm. <C> -High Queen- Kahlan Lothair She feels the dragons muscles ripple as he readies for impact with the ground. The landing however wasnt as hard as she thought it might be. Quickly she thanks Arthur and slides down his side to land on her own two feet, though not quite used to her land legs yet she stumbles a little and falls against the Dragons leg. She lets out an exhilirated laugh and looks up to Arthur. "I doubt I'll ever get used to that rush. Its fantastic though!" She says with a grin and looks toward Nur, who would be unable to ignore the presence of the heavy dragon landing on the ground, what with the sand flying everywhere and the sand that lifted up and spread out like ripples in a pond. A slender hand goes up and she waves slightly to Nur, trying to gain her balance once more. <E>
Edlyn She entered the large library, diving quickly into a large stack of texts. She flipped through a large ancient book, describing the rites and ceremonies of the ancient Hindu's she began to sigh. She had been in the room for about an hour now, and the dark day just seemed to drone on and on without an end. Sighing deeply, she settled the book back onto the wooden table beside her. She darted from the room, and headed to her chambers, and slipped into a dark green cloak, and bounced out the door. She headed to where Nur, Khalan, and the Great Gold Dragon stood. "Hello. [end.]
Arthur: Commandant- Daos Nur sheathed both claymores upon his back and looked up at the dragon. Perking a brow, his hand shot back up to his shoulder to grip the blade's handle, but he stopped after a millisecond of pondering. That, and he seen the Queen slide off the dragon's back. Slowly he nodded to her and then to Edlyn. Nur was wearing nothing more than his leather leggings, his boots and his long skirt. His hair hand been unbraided, and hidden away under the black silk headdress he usually wore. His body was nothing short of perfection. The "tattoos" on his right arm and pectoral muscle were in full view, the half armor was attached to his left pectoral and covering hsi left arm. His gauntlets were fingerless, and looked heavy. His body was coated in a glistening layer of his own sweat.
Arthur: Looked down at the new comer and then back to Nur and Kahlan, snorting loudly he focused his energies to form a vortex of lightning and flames. The flames were not heated, as was there no sound, a simple illusion is all that it was to shield the great form of the beast as he transformed back into his human counter-part. The loud roar broke down with time, ceasing to exist at all, then all at once there was another bright light, leaving to reveal nothing more than King Arthur.
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Her feet and head seem to make the connection that they are both on solid ground again and she moves from Arthur to Nur and smiles. "A servant told me you were down here practicing. Luckily you missed the weekly hearings and an unscheduled visit from a not so inconspicous dragon." She casts her glance behind her and chuckles lightly before looking to Nur and likewise the boulders that he has assailed. "You havent lost your touch." She says simply before looking out to the water lapping at the shore. The harbor is roughly four hundred yards to their right and there are some woods about five hundred yards to their left. A decent stretch of beach between both points made for a good training area. She looks up at Nur and then to his tattoos and idly ponders her own, which number<C> -High Queen- Kahlan Lothair At least ten. She takes a deep breath of the sea air and looks back to Arthur. "Arthur, meet Commandant Daos Nur. Commandant Nur, this is King Arthur Pendragon of Camelot. A long standing Ally of Ulster." She motions for Arthur to join her. Between the two she is dwarfed though she herself is not a small woman, and yet her size doesnt seem to depleat her attitude with them both. They were of no threat to her and she knew it. <E>
-Commandant- Daos Nur extended his rather large hand toward King Arthur. Commandant Nur was seven feet tall...the children called him a giant, but they loved him so. Nur had a soft spot for children really. Parting those full nubian lips, he spoke gently to Arthur. His voice was deep, baritone in nature and heavily laden with his homeland's accent. "Pleased, you majesty." He said. (done)
Arthur: "It most definately is a pleasure to meet a friend of Kahlan's. You may call me Arthur if you wish, just as I told Kahlan, I am no one special." He eached out to take the man's hand, giving it a good shake before releasing it and pulling himself back so that Kahlan may have room to do as she needed. There was a good reason for her to be here and he wished not to interupt.
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair She smiles to Arthur and looks to Nur. "How about a spar?" She says with a perked brow. It had been a great deal of time since she had last sparred anyone, and she hoped that pregnancy hadnt softened her any. Yet if it had she needed to know under a controlled circumstance rather than in battle. She reaches up and unclasps her cloak at the neck and moves to a nearby rock that Nur hadnt demolished just yet and lays it over the rock. Her attire is simple. A semi tight off white shirt without sleeves that laces up the front and a pair of black pants that fit her well. Her hair is held back by a braid and only a few stray whisps are buffeted by the light breeze that caresses the land. Eyeing Nur for a moment she looks to Arthur smiles before walking towards Nur. "No weapons<C> -High Queen- Kahlan Lothair This time around sound good to you?" She asks with another quirked brow before rubbing the back of her neck for a moment. <E>
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