(Event) Ceremonious Dormont | Page 3

It was sometimes jarring how very detailed the game was, how minuscule changes in one’s expression were so well seen. @Astor Balthas’s regal visage, for lack of better words, softened upon sighting her and she could see it. And if she could see anyone close enough could too; provided they were close enough to have a clear look at him.

Yet more of her attention was pulled towards the unhealthy flush on his cheeks. While Ilusa had seen him flushed, this was not that kind of flush. This was the sick flush, especially as so close she could hear a slight flutter when he breathed. She had seen sick people and that was how he looked to her. His voice, lower than usually but without the husky quality she had heard before only cemented that belief.

“Thank you, Your Majesty, for the compliment.” Her tail swayed slightly in pleasure. Yes, it was vain, but being appreciated for the clothes she spent so long in choosing was very satisfying. For a moment she pondered just how those close enough or with some spells listening to them would react to those words. There were a multitude of eyes looking at them, surely someone was also listening in. “And forgive me for asking, but surely in the whole Kingdom there should be an Alchemist that could help with this ailment so that you could enjoy the night?”

Her hands gripped her skirt bit tighter at the feeling of anger that her own skill was.. probably not sufficient. Truth to be told Alchemy had been laid to the side but now, she had another reason to polish it more. Next time she could be the one giving him the proper potion and getting rid of the sickness that he had. Still, it pained her, seeing such ill and being incapable of correcting it.

Before she could gain a reply that would satisfy her however, the dark-haired woman came before Astor. Her face was a polite but no-nonsense mask; it reminded Ilusa of her assistant in real life. Which is why she did bow her head back to the woman; even if it was a much more shallow bow. Perhaps it was wrong, but she was ‘Lady’ soon to be possibly titled, soon to be Nobility and Cessia for all her high position and competence was but an aide.

Still seeing that Astor agreed with the woman words, Ilusa decided to not make more waves than she already did. “I see.” The felis said, glancing at the advisor. “I shall take my leave in a moment then.” Ilusa spoke that to the woman and then took two steps closer to Astor.

“Please get better soon. Find a good enough Alchemist after quickly wrapping up the ceremony.” That said she took two steps back and again curtsied. “Please be well Your Majesty.” With the last smile directed at Astor, she moved back, giving the space needed for the attendants to start the preparations for the ceremony that she herself would take part in. Hopefully it would be over soon and the poor man could rest. Or get a qualified alchemist to make him a potion that would heal him.

 

Taking @Amane Hirota by the hand, the masked noble took a careful step backwards in order to lure her from the corner in which she had been hiding, and provide them with additional square footage in which to move about.

Alligans

It is my utmost pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Hirota. I've ne'er heard the term light mage before, so one must tell me all about it.

As for the particulars of dance, I myself am a master of many a style. Should you fall into the steps of your homeland's own, I've no doubt that I will be able to keep pace and mirror the appropriate movements. Otherwise, I'll select a simple waltz, and you may set your feet atop mine until you are familiar with the movements.

He began to step and slide in the slow and pleasant motions of a classic waltz, his movements matching the calm meandering pace of the live musicians that had come to entertain the festivities. At Amane's questions about his own homeland, Alligans tilted his head slightly backwards and to the side, as though glancing ever so mildly upwards to find the right words and memories to speak of home.

You simply must visit when the opportunity strikes, Lady Hirota. There are so many lands worth exploring, to expand the cultural pallet and to grow with, and from. Though I suppose such open-mindedness is not for all...

A glance towards some Falderen nobles made it quite clear who he was criticizing, and though his mask hid his face, a subtle nod made it seem almost as though he were winking at her in amusement.

I've the mind of a merchant more than a politician, and am thus more inclined to the notion of open borders and the exchange of goods and ideas in order to promote growth and productivity for all. Others are fond of closed borders and rigid stances when it comes to what ideas are and are not permissible in their lands... and we have seen how well such a dogma has served them.

But I digress... Gild! It is an enormous trading city, located near both river and sea and surrounded by lush fields. Its climate is rather cold, which brings families together by the hearth each evening to warm themselves in the fall and winter months. Streets are cobbled and innovations have brought us sewers to keep our streets clean and gas lighting to keep our homes lit. There are barracks for the training of the guard and militia to keep it safe from domestic crime and danger, and outside invaders. Universities for the expansion of knowledge and innovation to continue improving life for all. Public theatres which give performances several times a day, several days a week... and can be rented out for public lectures by interested scholars, who are able to share their knowledge with the general public to keep all better informed.

It is by no means a paradise, but it comes close in my eyes. Though there are those who would wish their taxes lessened, those unhappy with the standard of ruling class, those with religious differences... The same problems as everywhere, the same unanswerable questions.

He raised a hand, moving to twirl Amane in a manner akin to a tango to liven up their steps.

 

Zone Outside

Stumbling through the alley Roland looked for somewhere it lay down, his head was spinning and his vision blurry. Somehow during the night he had managed to grab an egg, a still conscious part of him hoped it hadn't been stolen. It wouldn't matter anyway, even in his drunken state most of those in the city gave him wide berth. Either he had gained a reputation for being formidable, or no one simply wanted to deal with a drunken man at this time of night. Thus he was greatly surprised when a green head of hair suddenly bobbed its way underneath his arm, steadying his gait. "Uhaannmee eoooouuu." Roland moaned unable to see his attacker.

"You should really lay off the bottle a bit, mister. You're gonna ruin your liver if you let it get this far too often. I know it's a party and all, but I can only heal you so much..."

Roland was unsure of where the voice had really came from, but he had to assume it was the green blob that was hovering nearby him. Why was he standing so evenly now? Before it seemed he was swimming. His legs seemed to walk on their own as he and his green blob friend walked forward heading somewhere. "Noaahs Iddla iaaa." Murmured Roland as he reach into his pocket producing a small flask which contained an odd looking green fluid trapped inside.

"Let's get you somewhere to rest a bit. I'll try to get something prepared so you don't end up with a mind-numbing hangover."

There was the voice again, in one hand he had an egg in the other he had a flask. One he was suppose to drop but he didn't remember which. Confused as to how he got here, he continued to move, despite wanting to stop, and for some reason he leaned heavily to his right. Was there something holding him up dragging him along? Was he being attacked? With a sudden surge of struggling, Roland ripped himself free from his captor, dropping his green flask and landing on top of it with a thud and a crunch. "Awhaaaoo..." Roland moaned as a green mist began to drift into the air, surrounding both him and @Solaria

 

Zone Outside

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It was as if there was a strange filter on every word @Roland Rutledge said, turning them from coherent to almost all vowels and gibberish. He was cooperating with her at least at first, but as she was getting him further towards the edge of the side street they were in he seemed to begin to struggle a bit more.

"We're almost there, mister. I'll find a bench for you to rest on-?!" As she was speaking, her 'patient' had gotten suddenly energetic, or at least enough to throw her off. His strength felt almost too sudden, considering he'd been in a fog wavering on his feet.

What surprised her as he was freed wasn't that he dropped the vial she had barely noticed or that he fell into the puddle of broken glass and green gunk. It worried her to the brink of panic, but it didn't surprise her. No, the surprise was that this green fluid, whatever it was, was evaporating. It was evaporating fast, and visibly becoming a cloud around them.

"What the hell is this stuff?" She had 'unfortunately' gotten a whiff of it inhaled before she could pull her headband under her nose to try to block the air out. The gas in her body acted quickly, forcing a newfound energy to flow through her digital veins.

Reaching down to grab the man's hand, she tried to lift him off the ground. "Whatever it is, hopefully this energy boost helps me get you out of here before it has a chance to kill us. If the gas doesn't, the glass cutting you might, so let's get you out of here quickly, mister. Please rely on me for real this time."

 

DM Ceremonious Dormont

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It is nighttime now and most of the people have started to close up their business and head home for the day. In a few hours, only the half-rebuilt castle will be lit while its surroundings will be submerged in darkness. It was that late already.

While most the visitors seemed to have vacated the area outside of the castle, the honorable guests have relocated to the throne room to watch and participate in the ceremony where King @Astor Balthas is bestowing title and lordship of land unto the appointed title holders.

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