[l=Area]Audience Hall[/l]​

Priscilla Flanst

Priscilla's haughty look grew somewhat more serious as @Lucia Mierz spoke. Her held fan stopped waving and she nodded.

"I see you have been through quite the ordeal. For people who, from how I understand it, rose from nothing to become what you are today. It is only proper to question. To be precise... no. Tertoria while interested in Astorea, is not entirely united in opinion of you. Actions are decided by each of our houses on a consensus from which the King ultimately finalizes. Tertoria rarely deals with those on the eastern side of the Naryu. House Flanst is your neighbor, so it is my responsibility to deal with you. I chose this of my own accord. The King is not the most young or healthy of men so we nobles are mostly autonomous in our actions these days."

A smile appeared on her face as she returned to fanning herself.

"So you see... I have gone out of my way to befriend you! Hohoho! I have requested and gained some offerings of aid from several other houses that approved this idea. Food supplies will be brought to assist you until you can grow your own, some financial aid directly from my coffers, and the western most church has already begun to take care of your people's wounded and fallen with their clerics. Although, honestly I don't care for their kind, they perform these tasks well enough."

Her fan once again stopped motion.

"Yes, there is another reason that several houses have agreed to my call to aid you. The time has come to open a suitable road, a bridge over the Naryu Canyon. It would be a very lucrative project. Hohohoho!"

Lady Flanst's face grew serious.

"The efforts to create such a bridge are impeded by a...situation? Even the champion of our country cannot permanently remove this monstrosity. The Titanius.... I have been approached with a solution to this problem from House Krelian. It will require aid from both sides of the canyon however. Thus, hoho... Astorea."

Looking to @Amane Hirota she simply added.

"But of course there can be many talks if negations go well. Most likely after this problem is taken care of. "

Maximilian

"Well met Duke Rutledge! Alphabet Chocolate? Hahahaha quite the name! And... sir...?"

Maximilian looked puzzled when they started to chat among themselves. He was willing to let them discuss whatever they needed if that was the case. Then he noticed the rose on the young girl's head.

"Ah you must be in the same house as those other two? So there is a Astorean noble house that is made of mostly female teenagers it seems. How remarkable if a bit impractical I must confess."

The rose was virtually identical so he was sure it was the same house. He rarely saw roses that looked anything that... alive? All plants were alive how silly!

Relationship Level:
-1​

 

Alpha turned to listen as the handsome blonde man began to speak, her ears perked up and her back straight. She promptly leaped off of her perch (named @Roland Rutledge) and extended a hand and a warm grin. "Bleh! You know my name but what's yours?" she laughed but, upon the man's mentioning of some sort of house, Alpha grew confused. "House? What house? I don't live in a house. I don't even have a house! I kinda spent all my money gambling with this other guy back at the Dark Harvest faire, y'know?" she anxiously rubbed one of the petals of her lovely rose; it was a common thing for her to do whenever she was awfully confused. And then it clicked.

"Oh!" Alpha chortled, rubbing her head. "You mean Vermy? How'd you know?"

Truth be told, Alpha had completely forgotten about court etiquette and all that fancy language they used (sure, she knew a bunch of large words but she could hardly consider herself well-versed in diplomatic and conversational endeavors). That's right. A house meant some sort of group or posse or family or friends club or something! And then, just as she came down from her high after figuring out one of life's greatest mysteries, she pouted her lips indignantly and crossed her arms. "Hey! We're awesome and we know it and we don't need no adults bossing us around!" she said, stomping her foot. And then she stilled for a second, as if contemplating, and back-tracked a bit. "Well, except for some guys. Like Narth and Rudolf! Right, Rudolf?" Alpha laughed, slinging her arm around the man's back (or as far as she could get with the height discrepancy). She leaned it, with shifty eyes, and whispered to the purple-haired man. "We might gotta keep you away from all that for now, though. I'm starting to think Vermy might hate guys a tad bit so we gotta keep your head stuck to your body, right? Plus, I don't wanna make Vermy uncomfortable with your man cooties and germs. No offense!"

And then she turned back to Maximilian, her previous indignation quickly forgotten. "But Vermy's super cool, you know! You'd love her! Everyone would love her and she's just the best, you know? She's a-maz-ing!" she continued to chatter on and on about Vermilion's greatness before, finally, she took a deep breath and nudged Maximilian on the ribs with a sly wink and smirk. "Annnddddd," she drawled, taking a glance at Roland. "Why don't we talk about you for a sec! Like, how many monsters have you fought? How buff are you?! And, of course, do you hit for the same team or the other end?! Boy or girl? Single or married?!"

@Priscilla Flanst

 

Internally, Lucia was practically pulling out hairs, political intrigue and scheming weren't things she was particularly fond of. Lucia much more preferred the luxury of having blind faith in those who supported her, while it lead to more heart break it also made life more relaxing during the interim between. While Flanst seemed to make an earnest effort to downplay the outcries against Astorea, Lucia wouldn't simply ignore the fact that they existed; and despite existing, Flanst who was also aware of those outcries had still chosen to support them. It was frustrating, she was a clever girl, but she wouldn't call herself smart, her knowledge came from hard work, cunning was her nature but opposite an empire it certainly felt blunted as her options were more limited in scope. "So you've gone as far as to say the king's authority isn't what it used to be? I don't suppose any potential heirs would have a differing opinion would they? I'm afraid I'm not very familiar with the political climate outside of Astorea given the recent events." Lucia explained, providing an excuse for such a question while at the same time posing it for more certainty.

This was not an uncommon trope, a Royalist faction and a Noble faction was a very common theme among the books she read and the stories she enjoyed. The chances of such a power struggle occurring here wasn't impossible either. "I see, then would these resources and this aid be separate from this road you hope to build? Or should I consider this more of a transaction in the form of a give and take?" Lucia questioned with a musing expression bringing a hand to her chin. Her suspicions growing with every few words, taking credit for the church and missionary's work or at the very least looking down on them despite providing support was an unsavory twist. As a Priestess herself she'd experienced the kindness of the church that generally comes from humble donations, in her mind it was not a power meant to be moved by a noble. When coupled with the fact that the noble woman was so eager to offer aid without making any up front demands, it was distressing, it did not sound nor feel like a relationship between equals.

There was a deeper underlying plot here, one that she couldn't scratch or tare away because of their positions. The thought made her sigh internally, being restrained by titles was discomforting, while it was hypocritical she disliked dealing with those who fancied themselves as cunning and scheming as well. "I can't help but be concerned that supplying aid at such a time might be trying though. What might you have in mind for such an undertaking? If you're empire and all of it's knights can't hope to achieve success, would the addition of our forces be enough to turn the tide with our current condition?" She couldn't help asking. The other empire was fresh, without war or tragedy, while Astorea was still reeling from a tragic war. Anything they would be capable of contributing would no doubt pale in comparison to this envoy's other options she thought. She tried to probe deeper, not making any promises, but at the same time not refusing any kindness either.

All in all though, this situation didn't sit right with her, she was always suspicious of the NPCs who were overly eager or ambitious. It started back in the beginning with her quest to find and kill a wolf that turned out to be a druid's familiar, and her suspicious nature proved to support her again and again as a bulk of her assumptions about people have proved true. Taking on the role of the 'ninth man' Lucia held her hands behind her back as she continued with a sweet business smile. "I'm afraid hearing all of the details would be very important if we're to cooperate with a mutually beneficial relationship as supporters." She spoke, trying to lay the foundation for the right mood. Astorea was a player kingdom after all, being taken in as a vassal state or as servants without realizing it because of a poor decision would not reflect well. Knowing making the decision on her own would be unacceptable, Lucia made a gentle gesture behind her back, one that most players will be familiar with as she flexed her palm a few times to bring up her menu. While the contents of the menu and her direction was hidden as a player, the gentle tapping gestures would be easily recognizable by those who understood. It would be a hastily written mail, one no doubt filled with errors and spelling issues, but in the end it was written without her glancing at it to check.

To Theodore's sudden efforts at intimidation though, Mortimer's head turned, his masked face incapable of showing anything really, but his body language made it clear he wasn't all that perturbed. By nature Mortimer was an assassin, one that had once been considered the boogieman of a generation, in such a line of work, with such infamy being exposed was something he was familiar with, and dealing with it was something he was equally experienced in. Particularly in this type of situation where the types of 'guard' were different. "Oh? It should seem you might not be as informed as you'd hoped, the Matriarch is after all making progress in a myriad of fields." Mortimer explained patiently with a neutral hand gesture. "I'm afraid my identity as a Holy Spirit might be a little off putting to some, but the Matriarch has put a lot of effort into this form so that I might support her." Mortimer explained with a firm nod of understanding. While others might know Mortimer as a Phantom, a wraith called from Necromancy, for the sake of this meeting, Lucia had used a different skill set to bring him into being, Summoning and Illumancy. While he might be weaker in this state, he had a much more welcoming presence.

"As for your message, I can assure you that the Duchess has no real interest in cooperating with those who would use methods as unsavory as this. And instead, would like to remind you, Sir Rutledge that Astorea can hardly afford to gain any more enemies as much as it can't afford to lose any allies." Mortimer explained bluntly. In the spirit's eyes, Roland's title that matched his Matriarch's wasn't very intimidating. In fact Mortimer was rather perplexed that someone from the same side would come to threaten her and her people so readily, Lucia'd placed so much faith in these other players, it was disheartening to see them trying to move against her. Regardless though, Mortimer would not cross his summoner's bottom line or put her into a position she didn't want, if others would try to pressure her, Mortimer would remain a steadfast shield and ally. "Now, unpleasantness aside Sir Rutledge, the matriarch's wish is for Astorea to grow without fear. My presence here is merely to support that end so I'll ask you not mind me and continue." Mortimer spoke with a pleasant nod. Despite the unsavory content of the conversation, Mortimer reacted to it as if it were a spilled drink or a stain on his shirt and nothing more.

Mail

To all with a stake

This meeting with the Envoy is getting more and more dangerous, if it were someone paying a little less attention, I'm worried we'd all end up in chains soon. They're offering us food and resources in an attempt to stabilize our economy but I can't say gold and coin is very valuable to a rural territory like our's that's still worrying about meals.

They're asking for a bridge and a road connecting our territories, but the rough terrain, perhaps is one of our biggest advantages for self-defense. We hunt and live in these forests enough to know them and find shelter in them, while the business is said to be lucrative, I can only assume it's lucrative for them considering we've not yet developed to the point of being equals with a large empire.

Finally, perhaps the most concerning, is they're asking for aid against a monster of some sort, one that they cannot defeat alone. It begs the question what our shattered remains of a military can contribute to the battle if their empire is useless. I have a bad feeling about this Astor, anyone else have opinions on this?

From: @Lucia Mierz
To: @Alonso Thorlion @Seto Kurama @Astor Balthas @Amane Hirota

 

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Roland's emotional masked cracked for the first time as @Alphabet Chocolate appeared crashing into him with the force of a hyperactive twelve-year-old. A small wry smile grew on his lips, as he reached down patting the girls head as a sign of affection. While typically her words and the general misunderstanding of the situation would annoy him, it merely bemused him as he cocked his head back to laugh unable to correct the young girl.

As soon as she had appeared, however, the conversation naturally ebbed back to Maximilian. It seemed the man either was hard of hearing or had pointedly ignored Roland's hushed conversation with the odd Mortimer. As Roland pondered the implications, the man suddenly changed the subject, pointing out Alpha's rose. Roland turned looking down at her head, noticing the red object for the first time.

He froze as a sense of dread overcame him.

Was that the same rose that Pedophile had given her?

It couldn't be.

However, as Alpha opened her mouth a dawning realization suddenly broke over Roland as he began to connect the dots. Ever since the incident Alpha had been acting a bit...off. He had assumed it was due to the trauma of it all, but now that he thought clearly about it, it had started when Vermilion had given her that rose. Roland's pulse began to quicken as several thoughts thundered through his head.

He had been wasting so much time, unwilling to move forward.

He couldn't afford to sit still anymore; he needed to put his plan into motion.

Filled suddenly with determination he turned to the man speaking to him. It was Mortimer who was monologuing about his presence here. He had suspected the creature had been sent to spy on his conversation, but he was a little surprised about it being so open about it. "That's her choice, but understand, I have no reason to work with a duchess that does little to respect my title, and even less to protect Maximilian's and my privacy.."

Roland once again adopted a mask of full confidence turning to Alpha with a broad grin, "You have no idea how happy I am to see you." Roland paused thinking, "Well that part is true, but I need her to create me some space..." He suddenly nodded, "Your right, I'd like some alone time with my...uh, man of interest, I really-really-really need your help keeping the ugly one out of my way do you think you can do that for me?" Roland smiled as he tried to seal the deal with another pat on her head. He only needed her to create a moment of space for him.

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Moving away, he turned towards Maximilian giving him a curt nod before attempting to usher him away from the immediate area. As soon as they were a step or two away, Roland's fingers danced in the air etching a small glowing rune that hung beside him. As it formed, a small pocket of air surrounded the two men, lowering the cacophony of the party around them to a dull whisper. It was a simple spell in theory, yet complex in the application and likely the limits of the swordman's abilities. However, the bubble would prevent all but the loudest noises from escaping or entering allowing the two a moment of privacy. "You seem like an honest fellow Maximilian so I'll be direct. I'm looking for information regarding the House Vermillion and any who associate with it, including a man name Narth." Roland paused, looking back at Alpha with a pained expression, "I don't think I need to explain why. Here. Take this." Roland fidgeted in his pocket producing a small nonmagical emerald lined ring, thrusting it into Maximilian's hand, "If your lady accepts helping me find information regarding them, I will do everything in my power to make sure whatever she came here to accomplish today and in the future gets accomplished. If she accepts, have her, or someone on her staff, visibly wear the ring, and I uphold my end of the bargain." With that, Roland's spell came to an end, the bubble dissipating around them as a sea of sound engulfed them once more.
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With a frown Roland tried to break away, heading back to his unattended goblet from before, hoping his words were enough for Maximilian. This wasn't how he had planned this at all... Perhaps moving quickly wasn't his best strategy after all... he guessed he'd learn soon enough.

@Lucia Mierz @Pandora

 

[l=Area]Audience Hall[/l]​

Priscilla Flanst

Priscilla smiled at @Lucia Mierz however her eyes were sharp. No words should have to be said that the two were not on the same wavelength and the Astorean noble had chipped off a bit of the Tertorian one's patience. Regardless she laughed it off and continued. Politics was not a game she had no experience with, it was just that her personality was not friendly to those who questioned everything she said. She was Flanst. That should be more than enough!

"Hoho! Lady Lucia... I can assure you there is no concern from the Capital for you to be worried about. I have all the paperwork arranged and my family is one of the most premier in all of the eight Tertorian Houses. As the Lady who watches the east I am the final word on what transpires between us. Silly things like heirs are not a concern in our great nation. Hohohoho! Of course, you cannot be blamed for lack of knowledge. The interaction between Tertoria, Yladia and Falderen was almost non existent. The Yladians, Norfova, Naryu Canyon, and the Titanius all working to keep us apart. This will be a wonderful opportunity that surely you can see? Tertoria is said to have over a thousand years of history... all available to your people."

Making a raised eyebrow Priscilla glanced towards a small group that had assembled around Faulkner. Raising her nose at the lack of attention she was getting from them she returned to the talk.

"We are prosperous enough to have spare resources. You will receive everything separate of that which is needed for the construction project. House Flanst is a reliable and beneficial ally to have. Once completed I can open up our borders with my lands to your acceptable populace, and we can begin trade."

Lucia's next question was finally something Priscilla understood the importance of. Even she was questioning this however it was the only way so far to pave things forward.

"I agree. However the scenario is not so simple. It is not that we cannot kill the beast. The thing has died many times. The problem is it regenerates. We have tried various means of preventing this yet all fail. So it has become old hat at this point to have Lady Saya and a few squads of my men go and exterminate it to allow safe passage, or like we have just done... get through without attracting the beast. Naturally we, especially I, tire of this routine. Lord Krelian's idea may change all of this. Hohoho!"

Priscilla waved her fan a few times and made a odd look at Lucia's tapping gestures but simply continued.

"We shall once again face off against the monster. However this time we will have it surrounded on both sides. We could not adequately place forces across the canyon due to Yladian interference and Falderen's king showed no interest in being our friend. It is likely due to Falderen's origin but enough of all that! I am unclear of the entire method of it's undoing but the short of it is that it must be kept occupied. We need Astorea's forces to handle their side of the canyon. That's the minimum. Anything else you'll have to discuss with the assault force that is being assembled by Lord Krelian and Lady Saya. The other houses have other duties, lands and borders to oversee. Thus here I am talking to you."

She made a sharp look of distaste for Lucia making her use this much breath.

Maximilian

"Uh... I see. Hahaha! You are a excitable young lady."

Maximilian was caught off guard still by just how zany @Alphabet Chocolate was. The words she was throwing around honestly went over his head however @Roland Rutledge was more his speed. The things he said and how he put them however... proved to make Max rethink his opinion of the man even if he had a worried feeling considering what he sought. Narth? was he some kind of headhunter? The knight tried to remember the name if it meant anything, including the House Roland spoke of.

"I-I do not know if I can help out with this."

He handed the ring back to him.

"You should take this up directly with my Lady. We receive visitors sometimes and it is possible a man named Narth was among them but I cannot be expected to know everyone my Lady sees. She has a odd... taste that does cause many visitors and entertainers to arrive."

Her raised a leather gloved hand to his chin in thought at the mention of Vermillion.

"...House Vermillion... it certainly is not one of the Eight Great Houses of Tertoria. If it is not a house of Falderen then... hmmm. A mystery. I think you'd best ask my Lady directly after all. She receives much more information than I. Perhaps a visit to House Krelian, House Weiß, or House Valentine are known for being sources of knowledge and hard to acquire information. Although all of them are fairly prone to secrecy. Perhaps your search would fair better there.... if only it was so easy. Luckily the arrangements being made might work in your favor."

Relationship Level:
-2​

 

Lucia exhaled a vague sigh of relief, a little glad despite Flanst's displeasure over the length of their conversation. It may have been irritating, but such negotiations are usually necessary for the weaker side with such a small understanding. For Lucia who often sanctioned herself away from civilization it was especially trying-- Honestly, she couldn't imagine why she'd ended up receiving this hot potato of a task, she was truly unsuited for it. Hearing Flanst out though presented some form of a relief though. Even the girl's bravado and elevated nature didn't seem as bad now that Lucia didn't have to be as suspicious. While she was less suspicious though, it didn't mean that she was completely letting her guard down, merely she began to see some of possible sincerity with her own eyes. "I understand then, I apologize for making you go through such a round about and frustrating explanation, truly, I can be far too suspicious at times." Lucia couldn't help sighing heavily, trying to reflect. Her suspicions came from a variety of places after all, as a dark mage, she had to be suspicious, as someone who was ambitious as well, someone who lived the dower and unsatisfying reality had to protect their fantasy as if it were a life.

Noticing that Flanst's eyes wandered to the others who weren't giving her attention though, Lucia couldn't help flashing a sympathetic smile. This sort of thing... Lucia understood well. Being dazzling, being delightful and show-y but not having the attention. If nothing else, this also made Lucia relate a bit more to the noble woman. "Try not to mind them too much." Lucia made an effort to offer the woman some consolations, after all, there weren't many who would selflessly throw themselves into the most dangerous role of confronting the envoy themselves. "Isn't it their loss for losing this chance? Hmhmhmhm, while I might be poor company, I like to think I'm still somewhat entertaining." Lucia offered with a mellow chuckle hoping that would lift Flanst's spirits. In truth, Lucia wasn't particularly adept at conversing and negotiation, but at the very least hoped her effort shined through.

Bringing a hand to her chin though, Lucia stroked her chin musing on exactly how to handle the situation with Flanst. She couldn't promise the kingdom's support, at least not with Astor, such a promise even with permission was dangerous, instead, she considered a healthier alternative. "While I might not be able to speak on behalf of the king, at the very least, I would throw my personal support behind you and whatever power my house might be able to provide." Lucia tried to offer. At the very least, she had a legion of supporters she could summon, whether or not Flanst would approve of such tactics was another story but Lucia wouldn't hesitate to lend her own aid rather then the kingdom's for this particular instance. "As for the aid, if that's the case the support would be greatly appreciated. In these desperate times it's nice to know one can still count on their neighbor's for support." Lucia spoke, but the suspicions inside of her didn't permit her to accept absolutely freely. She'd want the resources tested a few times just to be on the safe side, the conspiracy theorist in her wouldn't let go so easily.

Hearing about the methods though and what was needed, Lucia was certain there'd be volunteers at the very least who would want some of Flanst's support. Having a reserve faction stay behind would make things nicer as well though. Lucia would not want to reveal their back too readily. Musing a bit more, she nodded, voicing her suspicions about the creature with an imaginative expression. "I see, perhaps it's some kind of appendage rather then the creature's main body-- Or an ultra-resilient species. How fascinating... Though I imagine it must have been a horrid headache for your people. I'll make a every effort to move some people to provide support, though in the end, I'm but one duchess, I'll put forth a solid effort." Lucia offered with a firm nod willing to commit to supporting Flanst, but she would wait for Astor's word before committing the kingdom to the same. "Once the creature is gone though, we can discuss more about the road and bridge building and trade opportunities though. I've bored you enough with my persistent digging for details, perhaps we should move onto something more entertaining or exciting unless you plan to retire now that we've discussed the details of things?" Lucia asked folding her hands behind her back content.

Despite Roland's suspicions, Mortimer was true in his aim, his role was only to try and support Astorea and it's goals and cooperate for the sake of the country. While Roland's goals didn't seem to be relevant, it's likely they weren't harmful, few would so eagerly smash their own feet with rocks after all. Being blown off only made Mortimer exhale a somewhat bitter breath. "Titles and authorities do have a way of changing people, even after all this time, people don't seem to have changed." Mortimer murmured his thoughts finding it hard to restrain the pity in his tone. His disapproval of nobles however would not stop him from working with and supporting them as he should. Turning his gaze down towards the excitable girl while Roland spoke, Mortimer gestured towards @Alphabet Chocolate as he spoke. "It's nice to see you again young miss." He greeted kindly, that gentlemanly demeanor as strict and upstanding as usual. Alphabet was one of Lucia's friends, so it was natural Mortimer would greet her in kindness as he did others.

It was only when seeing the negotiations with Roland and Maximilian hadn't gone well that Mortimer's mood turned. He was an assassin, he certainly had the techniques to make an effort to eavesdrop but doing so would go against Lucia's request of him to support good relations. Instead, he patiently waited until things seemed to come to a head before approaching. As if assuming the knight might be feeling unpleasant or awkward, he tried to provide an escape or offer a lifeline when the opportunity presented itself. "The Borders must have settled down between Ylandia and Falderan withdrawing from the spotlight recently. I'm sure the future is looking brighter these days for foreign relations, has the north been quiet as well lately?" Mortimer asked, his question was largely a pleasantry, like asking about the weather or asking how things were. Not looking for military secrets or movements, instead making conversation as he continued, to his knowledge the demonic creatures north were a common threat many could relate to. Though whether or not this was a casual conversation topic in the modern era was another story, it was for that reason Mortimer tried to keep things vague in an effort to make things less awkward in the event times had changed.

 

[l=Area]Audience Hall[/l]​

"Yes, I know I'm distracting myself again, but quite frankly this is insane how another country wandered up to our castle right after we finished with a war. I needed to make sure the servants and guards were in position first just in case."

He eyed the elder maid who maneuvered at the bearish man's side, a pleasant grin never faltering from the woman's wrinkled features. If it were not for the knowledge Saria possessed from years of working with nobles, Alonso would have chosen another person to be his retainer. Perhaps he should consider getting another one, for sake of ease. Regardless, the presence this simple, veteran maid exhumed was that of someone capable of being the man's own mother. No point in arguing with someone he was going to allow to talk him down, noble ranking not applicable in the slightest.

"And this is why I highly suggested, on numerous occasions might I add, that you sit down and study on nobility behaviors, my lord," Saria added, waving off a few other servants, giving a quick word to another rushing by to scour the cloth decor in another hallway for potential grime. The woman's feet did not slow their pace, years of fast paced organization doing well for her body, with her eyes focusing on her Marquees once again, "Just remember, show courtesy, thought, and above all else a form of grace when met with an adversary where brute force cannot work. Your adventurer magics, irregardless of how little I know of them, can only do so much."

With a nod, Saria allowed Marquees Thorlion to enter the hall first, trailing behind the large fellow as she gave the room a quick once over from her position.

Having little go off as per being late, a miracle arrived in the form of a random personal message. Lucia was the culprit of this little shenanigan. Not that Alonso had any room to complain, as this was better than wandering up to one of the two visitors and beginning a conversation he knew little about. Significant points were brought to the man's attention. These nobles from another realm desired to open up trade with Astorea, being more than willing to make the country's economy prosper in exchange for helping slay a monster with the visitors are having difficulties in slaying. To aid in his decisions, Alonso maneuvered his way to where @Lucia Mierz and @Priscilla Flanst were in heated discussion.

For once, the proper attire had been adorned prior to entering even the hallway to the audience chamber. Not looking as though he came out of a tavern brawl was perhaps a fresh start, although this being his sole outfit of nobility may have begn to be too obvious. Unless he was lucky enough these people did not notice. Alonso adjusted his dress shirt and jerkin, allowing Priscilla to finish speaking before he spoke up, "Forgive my being one of the last to arrive, as I was making sure the castle was in proper order before leaving it to the whims of the servants. I am Marquees Alonso Thorlion, and it has come to my attention that your country desires to cooperate with Astorea regarding trade and the like."

He gave the proper bow of respect, as drilled into his head by his retainer, adjusting his thoughts before speaking up once more, "Considering your desire of us helping to slay this monster who regenerates, if I heard correctly, in general terms I have no issue giving at least some assistance in the matter. Although, with the recent plight which assaulted our kingdom, you will have to give us some time so we can gather those able to assist without removing whomever is left of our farmers and the like. It is a matter to discuss with King Astor, and if there are enough able bodied volunteers on our end, then I can assist in providing what little I am able without breaking what is left of our economy's condition."

Sighing, the man cleared his head to reprocess his thoughts. Whether or not this conversation had gone to hell in his absence was not privy to the man's knowledge. "In truth not giving assistance just walls us off from ever recuperating from the losses suffered due to Falderen's attacks," he began, turning his head to direct words at Lucia, "We don't have any other options, and we can't forgo the offer of the Envoy without an alternative." He did not know of Lucia's intents, his interactions with her having not been a thing until just now. All the Felis knew was that she was a Duchess out of nowhere, and with the man's current level of power he did not have the means of investigating that title.

Once more his attention went to the Lady Flanst, "My Lady, there is a factor I should make you aware of, and that is in how little Astorea will be able to provide you if the economic deals our countries make is agreed upon by both sides. We are still small, and even without the threat of a regenerating creature, the trades we can accomplish at the beginning once the path is created will not be great by any means. All I ask is that when that time comes, you be patient with our people so we can produce more goods at a steady pace to allow our population to both feed itself as well as your own citizens."

 

Roland nodded thoughtfully as the knight spoke, happy to see his direct approach had worked at least to some extent. "Interesting..." he thought, "He had the chance to keep me in his pocket and chose instead for the truth, it seems to me that this new region may be worth investigating." Roland took the ring happily pocketing it once more before bowing to Maximilian in a formal manner and letting the odd servant resuming his inane line of questioning. Breaking away from the two he took the few steps back to @Alphabet Chocolate smiling sweetly at her, "Alas it seems it is not meant to be, perhaps another day for me....You'd tell me if you managed to see Narth again, no?" Though Roland spoke to Alpha, his attention was directed towards @Priscilla Flanst, whom, a quick glance showed stood in-between some sort of heated debate. It seemed both Alonso and Lucia had every intention of talking the woman's ear clean off.

Roland sighed deeply, as he considered his options. He could press his luck and see if Flanst knew more, but to do so would require derailing her current conversation. The fact that it might create a diplomatic incident aside, the likelihood of her knowing something offhandedly was small. His best hope was relying on some sort of private detective agency if any even existed in this world. For now, it made more sense to hang back and merely see how the night proceeded, secretly hoping Astor would make his grand appearance and current charade. Lazily Roland retrieved his goblet from before, sipping on it thoughtfully while edging closer to the trio.

 

"Uh, it's nice to see you too."

She rubbed her head awkwardly as she remembered that the man before her was some sort of undead creature. Still, she was somewhat curious about him. "How's Lucia doing, by the way?"

Roland had told her to distract him for a bit but Alpha couldn't help but wonder why. Surely Mortimer, despite obviously being one of Lucia's admittedly impeccable creations (although Alpha didn't appreciate necromancy, she understood that what Lucia does requires some level of skill), wouldn't be much of rival in terms of winning Maximilian's affections? Still, she had to do what she must in order for Roland to finally get a cute boyfriend.

By the time she had finished, however, she noticed that two weren't in a place anywhere near close enough to be labeled as Unresolved Sexual Tension™. And, upon hearing Roland's own words, she felt herself deflate.

Alpha sighed, disappointment apparent from her slouched shoulders as she looked between Maximilian and Roland with downcast eyes. Although it was nice to hear that she'd have less competition should she try and win Maximilian's heart, she really wanted to see Roland get hitched. He was a serious and uptight guy most of the time with little time for frivolities and foolery; perhaps romance just wasn't for him. Or maybe he didn't swing that way? Alpha could've sworn that Maximilian was enough to charm any indecisive man or woman or anything in-between. Oh well.

"Alrighty," she pouted, giving him a pat on his back. "But I'm not giving up on you yet! I swear on the name of Alphabet Chocolate that you'll be married one day! Like, uh, maybe to the princess of Falderen or something or maybe to Astor! He looks a bit like a jerk but I haven't talked to him much and stuff and he is, maybe, kinda cute! Don't worry, Rudolf!"

And then, with a wink and a wave, she turned around and her attention warred between the two men (and Mortimer, the token zombie) and the delicious presence of cake and pastries. "See ya guys later! I'll shoot you a message; just warning you that I'm totes not gonna share Narth, no matter how desperate you are!"

@Roland Rutledge @Lucia Mierz @Priscilla Flanst
(i spent minutes typing @rudolf and i was so confused why the tagging didn't work)

 

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The headache grew into a migraine once he finished putting his clothes on, it was the one form of realism Astor abhorred, but even a king is not immune to mundane conditions such as headache. Once he had made sure that a reflection of a properly attired King stared back at him in the mirror, he departed from the royal bedroom with a murderous expression. Any servitor who caught a glimpse of the King would be stricken with terror as they bowed their head and let him pass, hoping their tiny presence doesn't draw his ire.

Astor was late by the time he arrived at the audience hall. A quick look around told him that most of the high-esteemed nobles of Astorea had answered his summon and arrived timely, whereas he took his sweet time getting to the reception of the Tertorian envoy. Before he lost his bearing on the discourse at hand, Cessia ran up to him and gestured for him to lean over so she could whisper into her ear.

"Mmmm, I see..." Astor commented in a soft voice as he cast a contemplative gaze toward Priscilla.

"Your majesty. This way," Cessia bowed and directed Astor toward the young lady with her courtly gesture. Once Astor was towering over Priscilla, Cessia cleared her throat and performed the formal introduction with a bowed head directed at the young girl, "This is his majesty, Astor Balthas, King of Astorea."

Turning toward Astor, Cessia duplicated the gesture and introduced Priscilla in the same way. This aspect of the medieval life puzzled Astor as a man of practicality. In the court, there are far too much formality, when do they have the time to get the negotiation done? So he thought to himself. Yet, he restrained himself from acting on his impatience and grabbed onto Priscilla's tiny hand and placing to a peck, which he believed was a sign of courtesy. If it was the inappropriate gesture then Astor was going to press on and pretend that everything was normal, like water on a duck's back.

"Lady Priscilla, my attendant has caught me up on the situation at hand. Seeing that you knew exactly what Astorea needs post-war, I assume that the news travel as fast as a lightning bolt," Astor paused as he turned toward a maid who stopped next to him with a cart of tea. Before she handed him the steaming cup, the maid tore a small pouch and emptied violet powder into the water, presumably to help ease his headache.

Turning toward Priscilla, he gestured her to a helping of the tray full of freshly baked confectionery. The other nobles who were present in the room received sweet morsel and tea as well. It wasn't typically tradition so much as Astor believing that smacks always relieve tension, which had become a tightrope since he had entered the room.

"Let me get to the point, you are here because you want to solidify House Flanst's relationship with Astorea in the foreseeable future where a storm brews in Tertoria, yes? I can't imagine why Tertoria would want to connect to Astorea when this path clearly exposes your back to this nation. For you to come here personally to ask for an alliance with a King whose hand was burned by a very similar offer is terribly brave of you, the reward must be worth the risk. You don't know the beast yet you walk into its maw anyways, that is incredible confidence."

Astor paused as he took a sip of the hot tea, "Nevertheless, my people come first. If you can deliver enough supplies for Astorea in quality that will last until spring, I will join this alliance of yours, with stipulation or no." Afterwards, he turned his eyes away from Priscilla as he finished his cuppa, waiting for a reply.

@Roland Rutledge @Lucia Mierz @Priscilla Flanst @Alonso Thorlion @Amane Hirota

 

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Priscilla Flanst

It seemed that maybe the hard headed woman was understanding better now. Priscilla was pleased with the results. Not everyone was as understanding and benevolent as she after all. A very large man that looked like he was more meant for a jungle than a castle made his way towards her. How odd that Astorea had all of these non humans in their upper ranks. This was not something Flanst cared for. The beast was not even attractive, instead reminding her of a certain disgusting House that she quickly erased from her mind.

"Excellent then. You certainly are very cautious people... I like that! House Flanst would never reach out to anything less than the best. Indeed you are recovering from war. I will ensure you are much better off before the future briefing. You can feel at ease. Hohohoho... yes I do hope the King could grace me with his presence soon. I am..."

Just then the doors opened and in entered... him. Oh, he was something wasn't he? Priscilla's heart rate accelerated. He was tall, blond hair like a golden torch of passion, lean and sleek and likely very flexible, his face and glare... exquisite! The Lady Flanst had not seen a unknown man like this in some time! He was perfect for a good poem or two, maybe better! She stopped fanning for a moment and cocked her head as she gazed upon him. Her mind in many places.

"Your Highness, thank you for taking the time to meet with me."

She bowed slightly to him. It was rare for her to bow to anyone, so regardless how Astorea took it, this was a sign of approval and interest.

"Hohohohohohoho!"

She began to fan herself at a higher speed while she laughed haughtily. These people had a lot to learn but they were blessed with her presence so they had much hope!

"Your Highness, Falderen has been preoccupied with itself for many years. You know firsthand how single minded and self centered Theodore was. While the east made little effort to reach the west. The west kept a eye on the east. Even if not as well as we should have. Perhaps war could have been avoided if Tertoria was not so barricaded from you all. I digress, hohoho!"

Her face grew more serious. His next comment had been very abrupt and while he was very much a provocative fellow, she did not care for people being so forward or accusing of her desires. To say that Tertoria would have any problems was not really his concern. Playing the politics game of course, she continued.

"Hohohoho! You are just as paranoid as your subjects your Highness! That's not it at all. I assure you that while many aspects of life in our land may seem similar to these. Tertoria is far more stable and has many great champions that maintain a proper and prosperous Kingdom. With the aid of Flanst you will gain a taste of that prosperity. Then perhaps you can turn it into something more, but that is the future. As you say, the time is short to resolve the issues that war has left you. Consider the deal complete. I will have the supplies transferred across the canyon and through our Academia Mages gateways if need be. That may require some... lengthy convincing on my part but it's worth it, hohoho!"

Nodding she shouted suddenly, breaking any sense of dignity in the room.

"Faulkner!"

The red knight approached quickly, giving a immediate bow on one knee to Astor.

"The pristine King of Astorea has given his permission that we may assist him! Spread word to your squad and return to the resting quarters that we rented."

Making a shocked look immediately followed by one of relief and delight at the news. Faulkner saluted and with another shorter bow to Astor headed off.

"And there you have it your Highness. Hohoho! You will learn that the word of Flanst is one to trust. When you meet the others that will assemble for the endeavors. Remember that not everyone is a Flanst, they can't be after all. I'm one of a kind hohoho! I would love to chat more and perhaps even... learn what some of your interests might be? However I do have a important role in both my House and the Kingdom so.... Drugal!"

Once again a loud scream that shook the windows.

The older man approached crooked over some and still with his book in his hands.

"To make everything official, Tertoria always requests a signed agreement. You may read the entire thing. i have had Drugal write something most fitting for our alliance. I have already signed it. You just sign right there! Hohoho! It will duplicate on it's own, one copy for both of us. Alchemists are very interesting people."

Priscilla simply waited, slowly fanning herself as the man handed Astor a scroll with the conditions of the alliance written upon it.

If he were to sign, she would leave and the alliance and all benefits and expectations would be set to begin. If he rejected, she would look disappointed and leave.

@Astor Balthas

Relationship Level:
+2​

 

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Despite the events that had affected him deeply and leaving many a scar, Astor was egotistical since his victory over the King of Falderen (even if that came at a hefty cost). As a man who had circumstantially fought his way to the top and defended his crown from those who lust after the symbol of the country, Astor did not care for the term of service brought forth by Priscilla Flanst, whatever it may be, he can deal with it. If it can't be resolved with words, he will resolve it with force.

Without a doubt in his mind, Astor penned his name onto the contract, waiting for the magical sheet to duplicate itself so he could have his own copy. And then, it was done. Astorea had secured its food for the remaining winter months.

"Very well, I will invest in your words, as well as the promise of House Flanst. May we mutually benefit from this alliance," Astor flashed an unabashed smile.

Just as he handed the contract to Cessia who was hovering near him, Astor noticed Priscilla's smitten behavior toward him. Figuring that it might be beneficial to engage in high-court socializing, he leaned over and grabbed onto Priscilla's dainty hand and planted a longer kiss.

"God speed, Lady Priscilla. You are free to grace my palace again if you wish, I will take you on a tour of the city next time if I am able."

Afterward, the blonde waved to Cessia and the attendants to escort Priscilla to her carriage with a firm instruction of making sure they took the scenic route and showing the esteemed guest with the greatest of accommodation. Once that has been taken care of, he quickly departed from the room, leaving the lords and ladies to socialize among themselves while he prepare himself for more important things.

Exits thread...
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