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Naya More'ek
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« Reply #195 on: April 11, 2007, 04:17:34 AM »

Naya answered when a knock came on her door. A servant girl hastily curtsied - Naya was still not used to people curtsying to her - and told her that there was to be no wedding, but there were festivities because of a knighting, and if she would please follow to the throne room. Calling the wolf, she followed the girl.

The throne room was already quite full when Naya entered. She found herself a small space from where she could watch the proceedings, the wolf unobtrusively by her side. It seemed that the main object of the ceremony was not yet present, although by the whisperings around her she could conclude that it would not last long. She did see the king sitting on the dias, and more people that she hadn't seen yet. There were still some empty seats there, contrary to the rest of the throne room, every inch of which seemed taken. Together with the rest of the crowd, she watched to see if she could spot the soon to be knight, or maybe the people that were still expected in the dias.
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« Reply #196 on: April 12, 2007, 03:13:42 AM »

A young very well dressed pageboy was allowed entrance into the Parlor room where Baron Thorigor and his knights were.

Baron Thorigor turned his head as the young boy entered the room, and bowed slightly toward him. "His Majesty has sent me to escort you and your knights M'lord to your seats in the throne room to watch the knighting. Your daughters will join you before the ceremony begins."

"Thank you young master. Lead the way."

The pageboy nodded and said, "This way Sir's and M'lord."

Baron Thorigor stood up and followed the boy, his knights behind him, with Lance now in place where Reif would have been.

Throne Room

The walk to the throne room was quite brief as the pageboy led the Baron and his knights to it.  It was a silent walk as each was in thought.  Finally they arrived at the open doors of the throne room.  A guard stood on either side of the door and bowed slightly as the Baron and his entorauge followed.

When the began their slow decent down to the dias the Baron could hear whispers of questions and speculations and even some gasps as those in attendance noticed that the Baron and his knights wore the colors of Cemphira and Milkengrad.  The pageboy escorted them down to the front left row and stood by as the knights entered first and then Lance and the Baron sitting down with two seats open on either side of the Baron, Lance taking the outside seat.

Count Ru'nior was seated two rows behind him and had watched very carefully the Baron and his knights.  He had not forgotten the embarrassment that he had suffered at the hands of the King nor his puppet, Commander Scar.  His shrewed mind ran over the myriad of possibilities of how he and his friends could somehow use the Baron and this unexpected revelation to their advantage.  He glanced at the King and though Voltigar seemed to be looking out at everyone, his eyes were dim; he did not even seem to acknowledge the Baron and his knights when they entered and were seated. Was Voltigar acting this way because of this spy, or because of those two kitchen strumpets? Ru'nior thought.

He had to remind himself that those strumpets were Baronesses now, but he was positive that they were illigetimate, and therefore in the Count's eyes, they were still kitchen strumpets. He wondered why the Baron was willing to acknowledge them as his own?  Was Voltigar acting this way because he knew he would probably never see those two strumpets? Never be able to bed them? As Ru'nior was sure he had been doing, either to one or both. But why be so bothered? Ru'nior was sure there were other strumpets the King could bed running around the Palace. So what was so special about these two?  He chewed upon his lower lip as he tried to find an answer.
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« Reply #197 on: April 12, 2007, 03:22:41 AM »

Soon after Garth had left Arth's spot, he reached the palace. He left Pepik near the palace stables, after a nice guard had pointed him to them. The stables themselves were already full, but there was a nice little stroke of grass next to it, where there were a few other donkeys as well. On his own, he made his way (this time with the help of a kind of nice servant girl who, however, couldn't contain her giggling as she watched him) to the Throne Room.

Once there, he thanked the servant girl and soon enough was clambering up, just as Thai had advised him, to the beams. He needn't be afraid of a guard shooting him, he saw - there were already one or two agile urchins of the city who had found the same spot from whence to observe the passings. From afar, he would look nothing different to them, even though he was quite a few years their senior.

He was just in time to see an important looking man and his entourage enter the throne room and sit down on the dias. He never did remember colours - except the ones from his own performing costumes, one of which he was still wearing - but one of the urchins, with good enough ears to hear what everyone on the ground and in the tiers were saying, whispered it to him: A Baron from Cemphiria in Milkengrad. Mouse nodded his acknowledgement at the lad. He'd been born near Milkengrad. However, it had been quite some years since last he was there, which was probably why he hadn't recognized the colours. Not that he had particularly fond memories of the place, except for his older brother.

He quickly turned back to the proceedings.
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« Reply #198 on: April 12, 2007, 11:38:05 AM »

Iris sniffed as she tried to dry her tears.  She felt empty inside as if she were hollow.  Nodding at the Commander's suggestion at refreshing herself, Iris turned to the closet and pulled the best dress she had.  It no longer suited her station of course, but she really didn't care. 

Cadence had used the brief moments to freshen herself and change clothes.  Seeing the Commander standing uncomfortably in the middle of the room she came quietly to his side while Iris pulled a dress from the closet.  She disappeared behind a the large changing screen located in the small adjoining room and began to undress.

Cadence nudged the Commander softly her eyes asking that he make no acknowledgement.  She motioned for him to follow her to the back part of the room, the farthest from Iris as they could get.  In a hushed voice Cadence began to speak to the Commander while keeping her eyes where Iris was changing clothes.

"Commander, we can not allow this to take place.  Do you see her?  She will mourn herself to death before she is wed to another.  I do not know what to do.  I thought that perhaps I could offer myself to Iris's betrothed in her stead.  I do not know the man, but he seems gentler than most of his station.  I believe he would make a good husband, but not for Iris.  She has the station now to involve herself with the King, but for the betrothal."  Cadence glanced at the Commander for a moment before continuing.  She knew that the Commander was aware of how things were between her sister and King.  Always present, never spoken or even acted upon were there feelings for each other.

Cadence moved closer to the Commander as her thoughts began to rush together, "We need to know whether or father would allow Iris out of her betrothal.  I don't see why not if I offer myself in her stead.  But this betrothed of hers would have to agree too.  If we had him in agreeance with us and I offer myself in Iris's place, and Iris was positioned with the King, I do not see why our father would say no to letting her out of the arrangement.  This is a delicate topic and not one we can address to him."

Iris had just about finished and wondered why she did not hear anything from the larger adjoining room.  "Cadence?  Are you still there?"

"Yes, Iris.  We have not left.  Take your time, but keep in mind our father is probably waiting for us and we must not dishonor him again."

Cadence looked back at Commander Scar.  "Damien, please.  I can not talk to Iris about Voltigar as you see what happens.  I surprised you did not hear her keening down the hall.  It is still much too fresh for me to speak to her of this." 

Iris's shadow began to move.  Cadence in a hurry shoved the Commander back into the middle of the room to his previous place.  In a hushed tone she added, "I have told you all I know to."  With that she moved to where Iris was coming about the changing screen.  Cadence placed a few stray hairs away from Iris's face and turned to the Commander. 

"I believe we are as ready as we are going to be.  We shall follow you Commander Scar."

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Clayton was clearly startled when the annoying gnat that was the tailor met him within blinks of opening the door.  He was saying something about the color he himself was wearing was all wrong.  Clayton rolled his eyes and stepped back inside his room.  He didn't care what he wore as long as the silly play king knighted him!  Clayton hastily stripped himself of his clothing and donned the ones the tailor proffered.  Looking to the table where his shield and sword lay, Clayton walked over to it and strapped on his sword and took up his shield.  Looking annoyed at the tailor he asked in a sarcastic tone, "Now may we get on with this.  I do have other things to tend to this day."

Seeing the confused look on the tailor's face only caused Clayton to shake his head at the stupidity of the staff the King had surrounded himself with. 

Flinging open the door, Clayton headed into the hall where the servant waited to lead him to the throne room.
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« Reply #199 on: April 13, 2007, 02:44:58 AM »

Damien Scar

Damien was a bit surprised when Cadence pulled him closer to her as she then went behind a screen and changed out of her wedding gown into something else.  She then surprised him even more when she offered to wed Iris's bethrothed so that Iris could marry Voltigar.

He mused upon her idea. Ideally, if all that Cadence had come up with would pass it would take care of everything: Voltigar and Iris would be happily married and eventually an heir would come along. Damien grinned, probably within twelve to thirteen months after the wedding, no doubt. Cadence would not have to worry about Clayton, but is this other as bad? Cadence did not think so. 

Damien knew that there was nothing that he would not do for Voltigar if it was in his power to do it; he not only admired the man, but loved him as a brother.  He just did not know that a sister would be willing, like Cadence was offering to marry a man she did not know, just so her sister would have happiness.  Cadence may well be offering her life, just for Iris.  That sort of love and devotion Damien admired and he looked at Cadence in a different light.

But what about Clayton?  What would he say? And would Iris's father and betrothed be willing with the switch?  Clayton would object, as he wanted Cadence, not only for pleasure, but he thought it would bring him closer to the King.  But once Clayton is knighted he really does not need Cadence. He snapped his fingers as a thought came to him. "Cadence," he whispered, "if your plan would work out it would be sent from the gods themselves. There are details as you have mentioned that need to be ironed out, but I think your plan has merit and more than that, I admire and hold up those in the highest esteem those who willing sacrifice themselves for others. You must truly love your sister to offer yourself to a man you do not even know."

He wanted to say more but then Iris started to come out, and Cadence pushed him away. He was more in the center of the room when Iris appeared and announced that they were ready.

He looked at Cadence, gave her a sly wink, and putting comforting arms around both girls, hugged them. He stood back, nodded briefly to both of them, "The sky always seems the darkest before the dawn," he said before he turned, opened the door and led the ladies to the throne room.

Throne Room

The throne room had returned to its incessant buzzing of voices; like bees in their nests after the Baron and his knights had entered and sat down.  Suddenly the room became hushed once more as Damien, in his full costume, with his black cape swirling around his body led two ladies down to the Dias.

Lance turned and saw the Commander with Iris and then Cadence behind him.  He rose as they came closer.  Damien saw the man rise when they came closer.  He had been around Nobility enough to understand the seating arrangements and realized that the man that stood was in most probability Iris's betrothed.

The man was a big man; not of girth, but of height and bone structure, much like Damien was.  He had a disfigurment upon his face but as Damien looked into the man's eyes, he saw kindness and gentleness in them. It was probably what Cadence had seen as well and was probably one of the reasons why she was willing to wed him. Damien thought, at least Cadence would be treated with respect and not hurt. If the plan that she thought up worked...If Damien thought and that was a big if.  He smiled and nodded at the big man.

Lance did not return the smile from the Commander he scowled as he was a bit confused by the gentility of the man. Did he not just less then an hour ago, kill his brother! And now this man was smling at him! Lance wanted to put a daggar in the man's cold heart.  Then Iris approached and before she could pass Lance stopped her and looked into her eyes which seemed deviod of life. He felt for her. She did not want to marry him. She was doing her duty. The man she wanted to marry was sitting upon the dias, upon his Throne, with eyes and an expression like hers. "Baroness, Baroness Cadence should go first as she will sit on M'lord's left hand. You, will sit on his right and I as your betrothed will sit upon your left." he said softly.

Iris mechanically stepped aside and Cadence came forward. Lance's eyes locked with Cadence's for a blink and then she was past him, nodded to her father and sat down besides him.  Lance had watched her all the way.  Then he turned and held out his hand toward Iris, who mechanically took it and he led her to her seat, where she sat down and then he sat down besides her.

Baron Thorigor had watched the whole proceeding. He smiled at Cadence and lovingly put his hand upon hers when she had seated herself by him.  He turned and smiled at Iris as well, and put his other hand upon hers as she seated herself.  But he frowned at Lance as Lance finally took his seat and he glared at the Commander who was overseeing the whole spectacle.

Damien nodded briefly at the Baron before he proceeded up the dias stairs.The other knight of the Order of Voldar standing on Voltigar's left side acknowledged Damien with a firm handshake and a smile. "How are you Sir" Damien asked.

"Fine, a bit older, a bit greyer, and you Sir?" The other knight asked.

"I am fine as well. A bit older and greyer as well. It is good to see you." Damien added.

"And you as well. It is a shame that we have to dishonor the Order by knighting this cur." The older knight spat out.

"Agreed, but once he has been declared and proven to be a spy his head will be upon the highest spire of our city and his name will be wiped off the books of heraldry and our Order will once again be clean."

"Do you think his Majesty would allow me to be the one to take the cur's head off?" The older knight asked with a cruel grin.

Damien grinned back, "I do not see why not, my friend."

"Good. Then I will look forward to that day."

"I too my friend. I too." Damien replied and then he took his place at Voltigar's right side. He placed his hand upon his King's shoulder, leaned down and whispered; "Someone you know has come up with a plan. Have hope...my friend."

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The tailor ran after Clayton. No, you are doing it wrong. You do not belt on your sword yet, that is the King's duty after he knights you. You carry your sword upon your shield. I suppose you can wear it like that until you get to the throne room, but before you walk in, you must be prepared.  I would have thought that someone would have told you, prepared you for this honor."

Clayton rounded the corner he was moving as fast as he could to rid himself of this screaming idiot and had passed the young page who was leading him to the throne room when he ran smack dab into the huge barrel of the chest of Ulath.  The man who had guarded him and supposedly was to be his best man at his wedding.

Ulath grunted when Clayton ran into him, but he stood his ground, whereas Clayton was pushed into the tailor as the young page nimbly jumped aside and they both ended up in a heap of tangled legs and arms.

"Oh, my goodness," squeaked the tailor, as he tried to untangle himself. He tried to stand and stood upon Clayton's hand, who yelped in pain as he pulled his hand out from under the tailor's foot. "Watch it you idiot!" Clayton yelled, shaking his hand.

"Oh, I am so sorry Master Clayton," the tailor replied.  He bent over and picked up Clayton's shield and turned to give it to him but did not realize that Clayton had his back to him and the tailor in his haste to get the shield to Clayton did not figure out how close they were and he hit Clayton in the back, sending Clayton crashing head first into the wall.

The young page had to turn his head and cover his mouth to stop from laughing, but then he heard the sound of steel being drawn. He turned back just in time to see Clayton draw his sword and swing at the poor tailor, who yelped and cowered in fear.  There was a clang as metal met metal as Ulath's sword intervened.

"Put down thy sword, Master Clayton or I will have no choice but to cleave thee in half."

OOC I think I have puppeted Clayton enough Cheri. I apologize. If need be I will edit this post. I kind of got carried away...sorry.
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« Reply #200 on: April 20, 2007, 06:25:16 AM »

Throne Room

The throne room became awfully warm with all of the bodies crowded into it. Everyone was watching the closed doors wondering when the guest of honor would appear.

Outside of the doors Ulath was instructing Clayton how to hold his shield and sword. "No, you put hold your shield with both hands and the sword lays on top of it.  You must walk and balance the sword upon the shield. Do not let that sword slide off of the shield.  You will walk to the playing of trumpets in a stately manner to the front of the dias, then you place the shield and sword down upon the dias.

"The King then arises, tells those who are there your exploits and why you are being knighted. Then he will take your sword, ask you to kneel and as you repeat after him the oath of fealty to the King, people and lands of the Vardynn province he will touch your shoulders with the tip of your blade, first on the right, then the left, then the right once more.  He will then ask you to rise, when you do Commander Scar and the other knight, whose name escapes me at the moment, will then come forward with your spurs. Each one will buckle one upon your feet.

"Then the King will pin upon your chest the Order of Voldar. It is a medal about the size of a good sized stone. It has the emblem and colors of Voldar upon it. It is a very rare and special medal and it is required you wear it anytime you have to wear your "Knightly clothes" things like special occasions and other ceremonies.  You will come to know them and have your clothes made for you in time."

Then the King asks you to turn around and you are greeted with applause as you are now fully initiated and knighted.  After that you turn to the King and he gives you your first order as a knight.  Do you have all of that?" Ulath asked Clayton.
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« Reply #201 on: May 02, 2007, 01:58:42 AM »

Clayton nodded yes. "Yes I have it all. Lets get on with this, this shield is heavy."

Ulath shook his head wondering what was the King thinking; knighting a man such as this and even more giving him the Order of Voldar! What did this man do to receive such an honor? Ulath grumbled under his breath, "Ours is not to question why, but to do and die."  He grasped both handles of the Throne room door and majestically threw them open.

As soon as the lead trumpeter saw the doors open he began to play a stately tune, then one after another the other trumpeters followed until the whole chorus of twenty one trumpeters were playing the tune.

Ulath gave Clayton a gentle shove forward, which almost made Clayton loose his grip on the shield and the sword slid around on the shields face.  Clayton, red faced, with exertion as he tried to keep his sword on the shield walked stiff legged down the main walkway. Ulath grimmacing and walking behind him, whispered, "Stately, you oaf, not like a wooden puppet!"

Clayton recovered and his walk became better as he neared the dias.

Voltigar rose as did Damien and the other knight.  The audience turned their heads and watched Clayton come down the walkway. Clayton kept most of his vision on his sword but from the corner's of his eyes he could see many nobles staring at him and their stares were not friendly; even from the man he knew as Count Run'ior, whom he thought was sympethitic to at least his ideas of the "old" ways.  A part of his brain wondered why, but when he saw Voltigar rise his ego pushed the thought out his mind.

Lance turned as did Baron Thorigor and even Iris and Cadence turned their heads toward him.

Clayton's skin almost glowed with extreme pride and he beamed a wide smile.

Voltigar walked forward until he came to end of dias facing Clayton.

"Kneel you fool," Clayton heard Ulath whisper behind him.

Clayton knelt and then Voltigar began to speak.
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« Reply #202 on: May 02, 2007, 03:20:20 AM »

When first a single trumpet sound, followed by others, peeled through the air, a hush of expectancy landed over the crowd. Lance turned his eyes to that crowd first, assessing the mood. It seemed to him that most of the nobles of this city showed some degree of animosity towards this man. He was not entirely familiar with the knighting procedures of this particular town, but usually you needed to have done some feat. He also gathered that Knight of the Order of Voldar was about as high an honour as a knight could receive. As he watched the faces of the nobles, there seemed to be a universal feeling of superiority, as if he had NOT done such a feat. Lance might be misreading it, though he thought not. He amused himself in his spare time by studying people and emotions, though he was careful not to let people know this.

The faces of the townspeople were mostly a study in impassiveness. They looked, but that was all. If they had a feeling about this, they kept it to themselves. This man was about to become a knight, so it wouldn't hurt to keep on his good side. Still, there were a number of people with some (guarded) expressions of jealousy written on their faces. Nobody had known this man, and he'd managed to reach knighthood, so why couldn't they?

As the man approached the dias, Lance turned to look at him. He felt ready to wring that smug expression off of his face. The closer he got to the dais, the higher his ego seemed to rise - and expand proportionately. He managed to look as though he thought he was on equal footing with the king himself. A knight's first obligation was to his lord, as Lance had cause to know. He was, after all, a knight himself. The man, who was now standing in front of the dias, didn't seem to grasp this concept entirely, though. He even had to be reminded by his attendant to kneel. How much fuller could a man be of himself? Lance was disgusted. Above all, he was desperate that Cadence, who was sitting two seats away from him - Iris and his lord sitting between them - would be married to him, and he really wanted to find a way to prevent it. For now, however, he could not but follow the proceedings. He turned his attention to Voltigar, who was about to speak.
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« Reply #203 on: May 03, 2007, 07:41:25 PM »

Jake was glad for the warmth as he stood inside the Palace foyer waiting for one of the guards to find Tanari, the owner of the drake in their stables.  He could hear the distant sound of trumpets and then remembered that someone was to be knighted.  Jake knew he would never be a knight, but he could be an armourer, which is what he wanted to be all his life. He just needed to find one who would take him on as an apprentice; in the meantime he kept himself and his mother fed and clothed by watching the garrison stables.  He wondered how much help he would get when it came to fixing the damage that the drake had done and if the owner of that drake had the money to pay for it?

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The Library

The guard knocked on the library's door and then entered. He saw only one person, curled up like a cat in a chair reading some scrolls. He assumed this was Tanari as she was the only female in the Kings library and that was where he was told he would find her.  He envied that person, as he could hardly read or write. "M'lady, it seems that your," how should he put it? he thought briefly, "Your ride has caused some disturbance at the garrison stables and your presence is requested. A young man will take you to the stables, but I recommend you find more suitable clothes as a blizzard has blown up and swallowed the city."
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« Reply #204 on: May 04, 2007, 12:20:15 AM »

Tanari looked up when the guardsman came in and began talking about her "ride". Her "ride"...?

She went suddenly pale. Talon?! Oh no...She stood shakily, laying her reading aside.
"I recommend you find more suitable clothes as a blizzard has blown up and swallowed the city."
She shook her head. "I...my clothing is at Arth's." She frowned. "I...umm, please, can you get a message to Commander Scar when he is free? Tell him I had to leave, I am terribly sorry. It's not urgent or anything, I just want to make sure he understands..." She trailed off and allowed herself to be led to the foyer.

"I'll be fine" she insisted, referring to the weather, placing her hands under her arms. She turned her face away from Jake and whispered "Aía fér" - the formula was not really needed, but the news had shaken her a little, and she wanted to be sure. A warmth began to blossom under the skin of her arms after several long blinks, and then she nodded confidently. "Take me to Arth's first - I'll get my cloak and we'll go from there."
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« Reply #205 on: May 05, 2007, 02:28:07 AM »

Jake looked at her dubiously. She was hardly dressed to go out in this storm. He took off his heavy outer cloak and handed it to her. "Here, I still have my uniform and inner cloak to keep me warm enough. And acutally we are closer to the garrison and the stables than trekking all the back to Arth's. Your ride has really caused much commotion and damage. We really need to get to the stables before my Sgt. orders your ride to be killed.  As it is all of our horses are out in this storm and good portion of the stables are going to need a lot of work to be able to be used again. So can we go?" Jake askied.

The guard that was guarding the door nodded, "Yes miss, I will get your message to the Commander. I recommend that you follow this lad as quickly as you can."

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Voltigar spoke with an unemotional, detached voice, not bearing to look down at Iris, but keeping his eyes focused straight ahead. After the short speech he looked down at Clayton.

He knelt and took up Clayton's sword, "Repeat after me," he intoned.

"I, state your name, promise my fealty, my honor, and sword to the King of Voldar and its people and lands even to the point of my death," Voltigar gently laid the tip of the sword upon Clayton's right shoulder. A quick thought ran through his mind, that he could just cut off the man's head right now and be done with this charade, and at least Cadence would not have to marry the bastard! Even if he was going to lose Iris, at least Cadence would not be lost to such a man as this; but he stayed his arm and waited for Clayton to repeat the oath.
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« Reply #206 on: May 05, 2007, 08:31:59 AM »

Cherri had been roaming around the palace, taking note of the King's herbal gardens and the variety of herbs that were available there, when a busy looking servant spotted her.  The servant rushed over and informed her that there would be no wedding, but a knighting in its place.  Cherri had been studying the sky watching as the approaching storm seemed to be ready to explode.  She nodded to the servant and followed them quickly inside as big fat cold rain drops began to splatter to the ground.  Shaking the water from her dress, Cherri was shown her room where she promptly readied herself.  She changed her dress into the clean one that was layed out for her and ran a comb through her hair until it glistened.  Washing her face and dabbing on a few drops of the sweet sip essence she carried she looked herself over in the mirror.  She was as good as she was going to get.  With her long silvery hair hanging loosely down her back, Cherri doned her jeweled headpiece, which she used to hold her hair from her face.  Usually she did not wear her jewelry as it was not wise when traveling, but now she replaced her golden necklace.  She admired it in the mirror for a moment thinking how beautiful it was.  It looked so delicate, yet was strong and sturdy.  The multi colored stones that were encrusted throughout the sheerness of the necklace glittered in an array of colors when the light refracted.  Cherri studied her golden headpiece and smiled as the purple gem stones that flanked the dark blue center one glittered like her eyes.  They were the same shade as her violet eyes and seemed to trap the light making it sparkle and glitter all the more.

Satisfied with her appearance, Cherri stepped into the hall.  There was a servant there waiting for her.  She was shown to the Throne Room.  The place was full of chattering people and Cherri took a seat in the rear.  Several people who were close to her stopped their conversations and openly stared at her.  They looked at her with curious eyes.  Cherri wondered if it was because she was an elfess or whether it was because she had participated in the tournament.  Straighting to her full height, Cherri returned their stares.  Humans always seemed curious of other races.  When they saw that she would not relent under their eyes, they slowly one by one turned their eyes away from her and back to their conversations.

Cherri scanned the dais and found the King.  He was dressed in ceremonial garb.  She could see his features as if she were sitting in the front row.  He was very upset about something, his eyes appeared hollow.  This was not the King that she had come to know in the short period of time she had been in Voldar.  He was usually so full of life.  She thought back to what she had learned about human knighting and remembered that usually it was a joyous event.  Keen ears pricking at a nearby conversation Cherri kept her eyes forward.  She tried not to listen in on the men's conversation.  It was quiet and low.  Most would not have heard it, but her elven hearing like her sight was much better than most other races.

"Tis not right, I say.  Knight a traitor?!"  the other man quickly looked about to see if anyone had overheard his friend.  "The man is a spy not a traitor and the King already told us the purpose.  If this is the only way to get one up on Nyer, why shouldn't he proceed?"  the first man snorted in disgust.  "Voldar had never lost a war to Nyer!  I don't see the point!"  The two men fell into a strained silence as they looked at one another in an unspoken communication.  Apparently they agreed this was not the place to discuss the matter.

Suddenly room fell to a hushed silence and the blaring of trumpets reverberated off the walls amplifying the sound.  Cherri grimaced at the noise, but became accustomed to it quickly.  Then she saw the man who had openly devoured her with his eyes and then seemed ready to spit on her when she was allowed to participate in the tournament.  Cherri looked quickly from the man to the King.  This wasn't right.  The whole thing was wrong.  Cherri sat quietly in her confusion as she sorted through what she had been taught about human customs and the new information she had overheard.

Iris sat pensively beside her betrothed and her father.  She wanted to scream and to run to the dais and beg Voltigar to do something.  Her hands began to tremble at her want that she attempted to hide them in her dress.  Her face remained just as it had been, polite and devoid of all emotion.  Her insides felts as if they had gone through the grinder that the cook used for the meat.  She felt she could vomit at any moment.  Daring a look at Voltigar, Iris immediately wished she hadn't.  Her eyes seemed to to no longer be at her command.  They drank in Voltigar like a dying man in the desert would water.  He was still so handsome even tho his own eyes avoided her and mirrored her own pain. 

Cadence watched Lance and Iris from the corner of her eye.  Then her father was making conversation with her.  She nodded at the appropriate times, but her attention was on that of the King.  Again Cadence felt her heart ache for him and her sister.  They loved each other so.  Anyone could see.  Suddenly a thought came to Cadence and in the pause of her father she asked quietly, only for him to hear.  Her voice was wistful and full of pure innocent curiosity.  "Father, if things had been different all the circumstances favorable, would you have wed our mother?  If she had been of proper station and you two had met before you were married, would you have wed her when you realized you loved her and you must have loved her dearly for that love is still mirrored in your eyes when you speak of her."

The Barron was caught off guard by his youngest daughter's openly asked question.  For a moment he was angered for her audacity to ask such a thing, but the look of pure innocence on her face quelched his anger.  He thought for a moment and concluded that most children, who were in the same circumstance, wondered that question at one point in time but were never given the opportunity to ask it openly.  The Barron opened his mouth to speak when the room was suddenly hushed and the blare of the trumpets sounded.  All eyes turned toward the man who was to be knighted.

A cold chill ran up Cadence's spine and she shivered noticeably.  Her father tightened his grip on her hand in a reassuring squeeze.  He was not sure why he did such a thing, but felt it the right thing to do.

Repulsion rippled across Cadence's face.  When Iris took in the sight of the pompous, ignorant bastard of a man, she thought surely her eyes were going to pierce his body.  She felt Lance shift beside her and wondered if he was comfortable with the situation or if he some how could sense the anomisty towards Clayton.

Clayton bit back the retort he was about to say when the oaf of a man told him to kneel.  Knowing when to keep his mouth shut Clayton went about his duties repeating diligently what the King had instructed.
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« Reply #207 on: May 06, 2007, 08:03:45 AM »

Tanari followed Jake out of the palace after shrugging on his cloak. Her heart sank when she heard of all the damage Talon had done.

What am I going to do? They'll probably have me arrested! What am I going to do...? The woeful thoughts continued to plague her all the way to the stables.
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« Reply #208 on: May 07, 2007, 04:49:25 AM »

As Clayton repeated the oath Voltigar mechanically touched the mans shoulders with the tip of the sword and ended at the same time Clayton ended his fealty speech.  "Rise Sir Clayton and receive your spurs."

Clayton rose and Damien and the other old knight came forward with a spur in each hand. The spur was made of pure gold with a pure silver starred wheel attached to it.  Damien knelt down and strapped the spur to Clayton's left ankle and the other knight did the same to Clayton's right ankle.  When they were finished they stood up side by side by the King.

Voltigar took a small black velvet box out of his robes, opened it up, took out the medal and pinned it upon Clayton's left breast. "This medal is the Order of Voldar. Wear it proudly! Do not dishonor it, for in doing so you will lose the lands and title which will be given you. Your name will be stricken forever from the books of heraldry and then you will lose your head."

Voltigar paused as waited for that statement to sink in Clayton's brain then he continued, "Now please turn around?" He asked.

Clayton turned around and the Nobles, raising slowly began to clap. "I present to you Sir Clayton."Voltigar intoned

Clayton caught Cadence's and Iris's eyes and gave them the look of triumph. .  After a suitable amount of time for the Nobles to acknowledge the newest knight Voltigar said, "Sir Clayton, please turn around."

Clayton turned around, his face was beaming, his smile wide, he stood straight and tall. "Sir Clayton I bestow upon you twenty acres of land upon the Peninsula of Parasonsi. Your first assignment will be to be my bodyguard. You will be by my side and be at my whim for no longer than a period of one year beginning today," Voltigar said, smiling for the first time since the ceremony began, but even that smile did not last long as he finally glanced over and looked at Iris.

He had done it! He and Damien had found a way to keep Clayton close to them so that they could keep an eye on him and perhaps find others who may have been sent and were working with him, but more importantly in Voltigar's eye, was that he saved Cadence. As long as Clayton was his bodyguard he could not marry Cadence.  Iris was another matter that he did not care to think about, for if he did, he would go mad."
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« Reply #209 on: May 09, 2007, 03:59:29 AM »

Clayton was biligerent in his easily won triumpth until the weight of Voltigar's words penetrated his thick skull leaving his emotions somewhere between surprise and smug satisfaction which made him appear as a slack witted individual grinning stupidly.

Clayton's features became dark and stormy as the position, that most other's would have reveled in, and the duties of such position sunk into Clayton's mind.  He would be bound to Voligar, be by his side day and night.  He glared between his new liege and Commander Scar.  His teeth clamped tightly together he ground out in a voice filled with hatred and contempt, "As you wish my lord."  Clayton bowed low before the King before turning a smiling face to the crowd.  Immediately his eyes caught Cadence's form.  She was for the moment out of his grasp...'But only for the moment', Clayton thought darkly to himself.

As the King presented Clayton to the crowd Iris waited with bated breath to see exactly what Voltigar had been planning.  When the King announced Clayton would become his body guard, Iris's sharp intake of breath was only noticed by her betrothed as Cadence was occupying their father's attention.  Iris's mind was working overtime until she came to the most logical reason why the King would have the man kept close to him.  He would not be able to wed Cadence.  She was free from him.  Iris quickly looked to her sister to see if the news had penetrated her mind yet.

Cadence was on pins and needles waiting to hear what position the King would bestow upon Clayton.  She trusted and loved her King, but she also knew there was only so much one man could do.  When Clayton's position as the King's personal body guard was revealed Cadence was immediately confused.  She almost spoke out loud what she was thinking. 'What?!  Why?!"  Instead in a confused voice she asked her father, "Father what does this position mean?  I know he is to stay with the King..."  Cadence didn't know whether or not to be scared or releaved at first.

The Barron took a moment before he answered his daughter's question.  He was confused by why the King would make this man who was to wed his youngest daughter his personal body guard, which would make him illegible for marriage for at least a year.  Something was not right about it...about the whole thing.  The Barron silently mulled the thought in his head and began to actually take note of the people around him.  Most of the other Nobility did not share the same sign of confusion only a look of uncontinment.  As if they were not pleased by this knighting.  The Barron realized he did not know for what deed this man had been knighted, didn't know anything about the man in fact.  He thought the King capable enough to discern a man for his daughter but began to have his doubts.  He would ask Lance to check into this for him.  Gather information about this man.  If he was a good match then he would have Cadence wait the year and not allow her to be courted, which would be hard since she was so young and beautiful.  But if the man was to be found unsuitable, then he would marry Cadence off to another relative and reinforce his blood line. 

Turning to Cadence his eyes in turmoil he decided that the second question she asks was more easily answered than her first.  The Barron leaned in close to her his voice held just a hint of disappoint for he knew his daughter would be upset to learn her own wedding would have to wait a year.  "It means that he is not able to marry for at least a year, my dear.  Your betrothal will be postponed for the time being." 

Cadence's eyes became wide when her father finally answered her.  She turned to stare at Iris who was already looking to see if she understood what the King had done for her.  Cadence couldn't help the tears and smile that the news brought to her features.  Her face lost its pinched and stressed look.  She felt liberated and free and her face glowed for it.  Cadence's smile broadened and she wanted to stand and shout her joy.  She wanted to run to King and throw her arms around him thanking him profusely. 

Iris heard Cadence ask a question softly and after a moment their father deined to answer her.  Iris had hoped that Cadence would hide the fact of what this news meant, but knew the moment Cadence looked at her that she would not be able to restrain herself.  Iris saw Cadence for the first time as a young woman, instead of a child, and realized just how beautiful she was and how much of a toll the who deal with Clayton had taken on her.  Iris returned her smile, briefly, before returning her eyes to her love and whatever happiness she felt was fleeting.  Her love would be in more danger now than ever before. 

Cadence saw Iris's features fall as she returned her eyes back to Voltigar and it finally dawned upon Cadence what a sacrifice the King had made for her.  He would have this man at his side night and day.  A man that wanted him dead.  He was not only risking a life with Iris, but his own life as well.  The thought suddenly sobered Cadence.  Then with a hard won determination she made an unspoken vow to the man who had freed her from the hateful looking man who was at this very moment, assaulting her his his eyes and mind.  Cadence would do whatever possible for Voltigar so that he could be happy with Iris.  Cadence looked past Clayton to the King and then found Commander Scar's face.  She needed an ally and right now he was it.

The Barron was shocked by how his youngest daughter responded and he wondered briefly if she had taken leave of her senses.  That was until he saw the look her supposed betrothed was opening giving her.  The Barron could feel the hatred radiating from the new Knight and wondered it he had ever seen such hatred from another in his lifetime.  No matter how the Barron felt about the King, he had to protect his daughters for they were his only salvation.  And what is Iris was found to be barron.  It happened to some women for whatever reason.  Suddenly feeling overwhelmed, the Barron went into a coughing fit.  He needed to speak to Lance without the meddling of his daughters.  Wheezing the Barron looked to Lance, "I have need of your strength, my son.  I am afraid my daughters are too fragile for the task.  We must excuse ourselves."  The Barron went into another coughing fit, this one more violent than the previous.  If he wasn't careful he really would go into a coughing fit that would end with him barely able to breath and spitting up blood.

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