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Author Topic: Chapter 1B: The Ball of Pure Souls and Tormented Minds  (Read 31748 times)
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Tomás Valentín
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« Reply #15 on: September 03, 2005, 02:03:22 AM »

Lady Yijeni

She glanced up at Ratdragon in confusion as his breathing became more shallow. It was almost as if her embrace frightened him and he did not remember that he loved her. She knew they were not married but they soon would be, and she intended to live a long content life with her elven warrior. Deciding that a malady must be afflicting his mind, she grasped his hands in her own and led him off the dance floor. It was her duty as his future wife to tend him with loving care, and she would never leave his side as long as he needed her. She gently shoved him into a chair and pressed her hand against his forehead. A frown crossed her face as she realized that he was beyond her skill to treat.

"Just stay here, husband. I will fetch a healer to tend you. It would upset me greatly if you moved."

In her concern for the elf, she did not notice the confrontation between the duke and his guest. Only Ratdragon's health was on her mind as she searched the crowd for a healer.

Duchess Sera

Sera sighed as her son imprisoned yet another guest. This ball was intended to celebrate what should be the happiest time in his life, yet he could not help but become upset over the slightest things. She feared him, but more than anything else: she was concerned for him. She knew that his malady had begun on the day of his father's death, and she had never been able to convince him that it was not his fault. It had been a hunting accident and nothing more, but he could not let go of the past. His very mind was corrupt, and she had tried for years to help him without meeting with success.

Aurelian had uttered some strange words to her before the guards lead him away, but during the past week she had found his speech to be confusing and today was no exception. His words left her feeling bewildered, but she was relieved that he was removed from her presence. His arrogance was surprising for someone so young, and during his stay he had behaved as though his lengthy visit had been a blessing. It was unfortunate that he was being imprisoned, and she would probably have to smooth matters over with his uncle.

A smile came to her face as she saw Avásh'klyuál weaving amongst the guests. His music always affected her by lifting her spirits and shedding light on the darkest matters. He had once been a wandering bard, traveling wherever he desired as he played for the masses, but he claimed that he had fallen in love with Chylikis and requested to stay as the court bard. She could never have refused to have an elven bard at her court, and had never regretted her decision for the past twenty years. Their eyes met and they both began to move toward each other. They met in the middle of the ballroom, and her eyes sparkled in merriment as she requested a song.

"Hello, Avásh'klyuál. Would you be willing to play a merry tune? This ball needs something to offset my son's mood."

Avásh'klyuál

Avásh'klyuál weaved among the guests, content that there was so much joy in the room. During his centuries of life, he had discovered that joy was truly the most worthwhile emotion, and that hate should not exist in this world. His passion was to play his harp, lyre, or any other instrument he happened to buy and spread his joy to the masses. His voice was like that of the lark, and he delighted in lifting the spirits of friend and stranger alike.

His azure gaze came to rest upon the duchess, and he immediately began to gracefully walk toward her. Her happiness was his concern, and he knew that Tasul'i's outburst had upset her. There was no greater balm for the spirit than music, and he grinned broadly as she requested a merry tune. He would be happy to oblige her. His fingers lightly caressed the strings of his harp as he lifted his melodious voice in song.

Larks sing of the day yet to be
The sun rides the morning sky
Innocent eyes open as the shadows flee
Sit and listen as the world passes by

The fate of many will be decided by a few
Deeds are committed for the sake of one
The world will shudder when they are through
Stay those restless spirits, my tale is not yet done!

Question not the words of the wise
Hold counsel with those thy deem insane
Evil stalks the night in many a guise
Heed these words or be doomed to meet your bane


Edited by: Tomas Valentin at: 9/2/05 19:52
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« Reply #16 on: September 03, 2005, 04:53:22 AM »

Ratdragon stared at Yijeni dazzedly as she led him to a chair. Shuddering again at the mention of husband, Ratdragon was bewildered at how she thought he was sick. Watching as another man was dragged away by the guards, Ratdragon sighed, and called after the girl, not wanting to have a healer as insane as she looking at him.

Yijeni, I'm feeling fine. Must have gone dizzy for awhile, please, I don't need a healer. He says quietly, exasperated and embarrassed.

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Beware the BladeSinger of the Silver Sword.

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« Reply #17 on: September 03, 2005, 05:18:22 AM »

Tomas glanced up in surprise as the door opened and a man stepped inside. It was not surprising that the duke had once again lost his temper, but he had expected someone to be thrown into the room. This stranger simply walked in as if it were his personal quarters and his belongings would be following him. He had known a few nobles during his life that showed a similar arrogance, but none had shown this man's level of control. By now, any of his father's friends would have been begging for their lives and complaining over the lack of refreshments. Whatever fantasy this stranger lived in, clearly the rage of a duke was not enough to compromise it. He heard the door lock behind the stranger, once again dashing his hopes that his luck would be with him. By the looks of the stranger, he probably believed that the locked door was for his own protection. Tomas could not decide if this man were the best dressed he had ever met, or if he dressed himself in the dark. Fashion had never been his greatest skill, and deciding whether or not the stranger's garments were in style was beyond him.

He saw no reason that he should stand to introduce himself, so he merely motioned for the man to sit in the only other chair in the stark room. It was a simple oak chair that could be found in any farmer's home. He had seen far worse during his travels, but he doubted that this pompous fool could say the same.

"I am Tomas Valentin. Some are inclined to call me Lord Valentin, but I have disowned my heritage. Please sit, and enjoy the duke's hospitality."

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« Reply #18 on: September 03, 2005, 06:17:22 AM »

Aurelian quickly surveyed the room whilst trying to maintain an unperturbed appearance. In circumstances like this it was best to look as if you knew what was about, as if you were fully in charge of the flow. There was only one other man in the room. Aurelian heard Thomas thrust the heavy bar. The man deserves acclamation. Situated like a wolf where he could notice and respond quickly to entries. He was mildly impressed by the man's bulging muscles and dreamy hazel eyes. At least he doesn't smell...

"I am Tomas Valentin. Some are inclined to call me Lord Valentin, but I have disowned my heritage. Please sit, and enjoy the duke's hospitality."

Aurelian was too shocked to notice the starkness of the chair he was offered or to be nettled over the man’s failure to follow court etiquette. Gladly taking the chair, he smiled sympathetically, ‘Aurelian Cyrosa of the Asaen. Let the earth yield brighter days upon our newly forged acquaintance… May I offer you some minted Lavano – or as you call it here, vanilla?’

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« Reply #19 on: September 03, 2005, 06:49:22 AM »

Tomas nodded as Aurelian introduced himself. He had heard of this Nybelmarian noble from other guests at the ball, and there were even rumors that the duchess could barely tolerate the man. It was believed that she had given him expensive gifts so that he would be satisfied and leave her home, but these were only the rumors of the people and he had seen no proof to confirm them. He imagined that Aurelian's speech could get annoying if someone were forced to listen to it for a week, yet, other than his odd manner of speech, Tomas saw no reason to dislike him and extended his hand to shake that of the other noble.

"I've never heard of this minted Lavano, though I am familiar with vanilla. I've always enjoyed trying new things, so I would appreciate some."

His hazel eyes looked into the azure gaze of Aurelian as he tried to discover what laid beneath the facade of a pampered noble.

Lady Yijeni

Yijeni glared at the elf as he dared to claim that he was not sick. Earlier, she had been concerned about him, but now he was making her angry. If he was not afflicted with a malady, then he simply did not love her anymore and that was not acceptable. There could only be one reason that he was willing to betray their love, there was someone else. Some beautiful woman had stolen her elven warrior. Tears began to stream down her cheek as she confronted Ratdragon and shouted in as loudly as she possibly could.

"Why don't you love me anymore? Who is she? Is it my sister? Its my sister, isn't it? You slept with my sister! You're a disgrace to your very race! I hope it shrivels and falls off, and you know what I'm talking about! How could you? I thought what we had was special. Don't you love me anymore? Just die! I want you to die a thousand times so you know the agony you're putting me through."

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« Reply #20 on: September 03, 2005, 08:00:22 AM »

Wincing at the girls viscous tounge, Ratdragon is confirmed of her insanity. Ratdragon speaks hurridly, attempting to quiet the girl, hoping no one else had heard. Though that seemed impossible seeing as she was quite loud, and the room was full of people.  

I do still love you, Yjeni! I didn't sleep with anyone, I swear. Elves don't lie. Besides, you're far more beautiful than any other woman here. Desperately trying to calm the girl down, Ratdragon says anything that he thinks will make her come to her senses. Elves sometimes get... er... dizzy sometimes, and appear to be sick. I am feeling fine now.

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« Reply #21 on: September 03, 2005, 01:51:22 PM »

        Gararion's eyes scanned over the figure that appeared before him, though he did not only look upon the mans cloths and appearance, but he also attempted to look within him, using his inborn Oh'mód'hál trait.  Examining the aged man, he replies.

        "Perhaps the wise stand amoung the foolish to seek the truth within the lie."

        Just as he spoke, something caught the mages attention in the corner of his eye.  From what he could tell, someone errived and took offense to a couple dancing together, ordering the guards to escort the male away.  Gararion eyes remained locked onto this sight for a while, every now and then looking to others to see if anyone other then himself noticed.  moments later, the same man yelled over the mumor of the ballroom at another couple, the guards taking another man way from the ballroom.  Supposedly the man had insulted a duchess.  Gararion thought such behavior was strange at such an event, but remained quiet.  Although the other man seemed to take another path, speaking of illness.  Was such an illness responsible for the dukes actions of rage the mage wondered.

        Gararion gifted eyes rested upon the duke, he was attempting to see if his sigkness had a magical origin, though he had his doubts,  If the Duke was ill, it was most likely someone wished him to be and Gararion knew some of the most effective ways of crippling ones mind and soul were not magical but posions.  Gararion only hope for tehe Duke's sake that he would overcome this sickness.

        Returning his attention back to the half-elf that stood before him, Gararion hoped that he could provide soem answers.

        "Is the duke alright?  He seems irritated."  The mage didn't say much, hoping to plant a seed within the man's mind that would allow him to produce the desired answers.

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« Reply #22 on: September 04, 2005, 01:57:22 AM »

Taking Lord Valentin’s – no, Tomas’ hand in an earnest grasp, Aurelian returned the man’s calculating gaze in good spirits. He thought he performed well in keeping a composed, trustworthy visage but of course ultimately that was up to Tomas’s judgment.

He reached into one of the concealed pouches lining his arms and produced two small seeds. Closing his eyes, Cyrosa deepened his breathing and extended his consciousness into that of his tiny dark brown friends. As he peacefully wove his power into the seeds, Cyrosa wondered if Tomas could see the soft green runes dancing in the air. In Aurelian’s inner eye they sparkled like fresh morning dew as each connected itself with the greater webs stretching into the seeds. Within seven breaths he could feel the kernel crack to give way to the rising sprouts. As he opened his hand the sprouts wove around each other and blossomed into two breathtaking, fist-sized blooms. A light purple fruit streaked with bright yellow appeared in each bud. They gave the impression of being succulent. Aurelian wondered if his new friend would enjoy the sweet juice of this Lillivear delicacy. Taking a small glass bottle from his belt he put three drops onto each blossom.

‘May our friendship flower like these seeds! I would have offered peach liquor to complement the lavano, but I’m afraid I will not be able to provide refreshments in my present… state.’

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« Reply #23 on: September 06, 2005, 02:43:22 AM »

Tomas was surprised to find that Aurelian's grip was relatively strong and not what he would expect of a pampered noble. Perhaps the image of a pompous fool was merely a show intended to deceive his enemies. He had seen stranger things during his years around the nobles of Milkengrad. He could not determine if the man truly were a fool or if it was a facade, only time would reveal the truth.

His eyes widened in shock as sprouts began to grow on the seeds produced by Aurelian. Tomas had not suspected that the man was a mage, clearly there was more to him than his appearance. It would be a grave mistake to underestimate the man, for the anger of mages was known to be subtle and deadly. Taking one blossom in his hand, he stared down at the strange purple fruit. He had never seen anything like it during his travels in Southern Sarvonia.

"That is an interesting...talent you have. I prefer to rely upon cold steel, but to each his own. I only have one question at the moment, how do you eat this thing?"

Advisor Xalan

He considered the answer of the elf and found it to be lacking wisdom of any manner. Perhaps this elf was merely a buffoon that dressed like a mage. It was not unheard of that a thief was lucky enough to rob the home of a mage and survive. He was disgusted by the idea that he could be talking to a mere thief, but the possibility that the elf could be a mage intrigued him. Mages were the best educated people within the world of Caelereth, and he was tired of tedious conversations with morons. The duchess possessed some intelligence, but of course she did not come close to being his equal. He suspected that his equal did not exist and never had, for he simply was the wisest individual to ever walk upon this world.

His fears that the elf was an idiot were confirmed when he was foolish enough to ask if Duke Tasul'i were irritated. Was the elf blind? Any sane man could clearly see that the duke was not well and would stay as far from the boy as was physically possible. Only the duchess seemed to be able to speak to the boy without setting off another of his foul moods, but he suspected that the duke still loved his mother even in his deranged state.

"Is he irritated? Are you a fool? Or do you just enjoy sounding like one? Of course the boy is irritated. I'm surprised he hasn't attacked anyone, though I suspect he will before the night is through."

Just as Xalan finished speaking, a shout was heard from outside of the ballroom. It sounded as though it had originated among the guards, and his hearing was superior to that of an average human. Before a moment had passed, two guards angrily stalked toward the pair with murder in their eyes. He recognized the two as Roland and Malory, brothers that adored their younger brother, Galain, who was also one of the castle guards. They completely ignored Xalan, which was fine with him since he did not want to be touched by the peasants, and approached Gararion. Their anger seemed to have increased during their walk across the ballroom, and the pair quickly seized the arms of the mage. Roland, the elder of the two, spoke in a gruff tone as he addressed the mage.

"That staff of yers did something ter our brother, and we will not be satisfied until yer in a cell where ye belong. Ye will regret the day ye decided to curse the city of Chylikis with yer foul presence."

Xalan turned his back as the pair led the elf away. He had already determined that the elf was a common thief and not a mage, so he had nothing else to say. It did not concern him that the guards were locking up what could be an innocent man, for it was not his responsibility to govern them.

Lady Yijeni

She sighed as she realized that he was lying once again. Did he truly think that she would believe that story about elves getting sick? It was common knowledge that they were immune to many diseases that would kill a man. She didn't know what she should do with him, as he clearly did not understand the commitment she required of him. She loved him too much to hurt him in any way, but perhaps it would be possible to teach him a lesson. He would learn to respect her if he spent a few nights alone in a cell, and it would only take manipulation of the guards to put him there. Perhaps she was being too harsh on him and he deserved a second chance. Deciding that she would punish him if he angered her again, she knelt down in front of him as she looked up into his violet eyes.

"Do not lie to me, as each lie breaks my heart a little more. I want to forgive you, I truly do, but first I need to know the truth. What is the nature of your relationship with my sister? Do not deny that you are attracted to her, for every male creature in this world is attracted to that whore."

Edited by: Tomas Valentin at: 9/5/05 19:25
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« Reply #24 on: September 06, 2005, 05:10:22 AM »

Aurelian laughed gently at the man’s question (he preferred to completely ignore the reference to cold steel and the possible uses it may be put to), ‘I would suggest biting -though if you think you can swallow it whole I will not object to your trying. It may prove to be an interesting effort! So tell me Lord Valentin – Tomas, what caused you to be on such heartening grounds with the Duke?’ Aurelian’s face was lit with a light hearted smile.  

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« Reply #25 on: September 06, 2005, 05:42:22 AM »

Tomas nodded. He had assumed that there was a complicated manner in which the fruit was meant to be eaten. Nobles often grew upset when someone did not display court manners. He slowly bit into the strange fruit and was delightfully surprised when the juices began to run down his chin. The sweet taste was pleasing, and he wiped his chin with the back of his hand before he replied to Aurelian.

"It seems the Duke believed that I was proposing to his bride. I was merely kneeling before her as I asked what woes troubled such a fair creature. I do not believe the man is sane, otherwise neither you nor I would be in this predicament."

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« Reply #26 on: September 06, 2005, 06:09:22 AM »

As the man wiped his mouth Aurelian eyed him with lenient distaste. He presumed the man would have behaved more civilly had he not been stripped off of the tools. Plucking off a green leaf from his share, Cyrosa employed his talents to grow it into napkin size. ‘Here... I wish I could offer you better, but unfortunately… Well, no reason to spoil our night. As for the Duke, do not be so harsh in your judgment. It is not the trees’ fault that rot strikes.’

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« Reply #27 on: September 06, 2005, 06:20:22 AM »

        Gararion didn't have time to reply to Xalan, for his attention was soon fixed upon a pair of guards, forcing their way through the crowds.  It was obviouse who they were coming for and Gararion only smiled.  Foolish men, did I not warn them?  T'is their own fault, though I hope they will listen to reason now.

        As the guards approached and siezed his arms, Gararion gave a small bow towards Xalan before he was dragged off.  Gararion offered no resistance to these men, it would only hamper their ability to listen to the reason he hoped to offer.

        "Good sirs, I am sorry that your brother has fallen prey to a defense woven within my staff, but I ask of you, please allow me to see him if you wish for the illness to be...," was all the mage could say before he recieved a solid blow to the back of his head.

        "We will here no more from yer mouth elf..." was all Gararion heard before he blacked out.



        Gararion shifted slightly, his senses returning to him slowly.  He lay on what seemed a cold cement floor.  From the soft cool pulse within his temple, Gararion knew at least one other was in the room with him, most likely one of the other two men who he saw taken away.  If he was right, it be likely the other was within the room as well, though both seemed silent for the moment.  Gararion shifted his weight slightly, rolling over to his side where he remaind for a moment.  It had been quite a while since he had been hit with such force, it was a feeling he hoped not to experience again.

        Slowly opening his eyes, the mage looked about and could see two shadowed figures, his eyes still not adjusted to the dim light within the "cell".  The mage remained silent, allowing the two figures to speak first, hoping to distinguish if they were friend of foe from what they said.

-=[ ooc:  tomas, did I sense anything about Xalan? ]=-

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« Reply #28 on: September 06, 2005, 06:33:22 AM »

(OOC: Nah, you didn't sense anything about him.)

Tomas wiped his hands with the leaf provided by his new friend. That was an odd talent that Aurelian possessed, one which he seemed to use to provide himself with the comforts of a court no matter where he was. He began to think of ways such a talent could be used in battle as the door opened and two guards entered the room dragging an unconscious elf behind them. The guards were gone before he could even think of asking Aurelian to aid him in an attempt to overpower them. Such an action would most likely be unwise as there were more guards in the castle, but he did not like being imprisoned in this room. The elf lifted his head and began to look around the room in a confused manner. He was probably surprised to find himself in a stark storeroom instead of a prison cell. Aurelian and Tomas were sitting in the only two chairs, but there were a few dusty crates in one corner of the room.

"Hello, elf. I assume you've met the Duke, since you were unlucky enough to be cast into this room with us. Then again, you were lucky enough to not be cast into a cell with rats. It all depends upon the way you view the world. Pull up a crate and enjoy the Duke's hospitality."

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« Reply #29 on: September 06, 2005, 06:48:22 AM »

        It seemed the two men were friendly, or at least the one who spoke seemed so.  Rising to his feet, the mage looked about.  The room was mostly empty, other then two chairs and a few dusty crates.  

        "I must admint, I think I'd rather have had the dukes hospitality.  It appears the guards refused to take my warning seriously," the mage replied quietly as he moved over to one of the crates and lifted it, trying to judge weather it contained anything or not, repeating the action with the other crates.  "So now what?"

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