12.27.2017 [Winter has come pt 1]

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12.27.2017 [Winter has come pt 1]

Post by AezvyraValke on Mon Jan 22, 2018 1:43 pm

((Nyamither Empire is a medieval fantasy based roleplay centered around the empire in which could be found in the realm of Lumene.The empire is the epicenter of chaos due to this and it is up to the royal family and their people to either balance it or let it fall to sin... Now Klashi Hold [which is in the end stages of construction to repair it]  is located within the outskirts of the capital city Necromar;  https://images.imgbox.com/97/d6/1WRY2nfl_o.png.  Winter is upon the empire, with the temperature at a low of 16 degrees, there, of course, high winds and light snowfall. ))

KaliAequitas: Rebecca had been performing in the square, it was not unusual at this time of year for bards to hold public performances in the street for coin. Everyone felt festive, and what brought joy and spirit like good music? At the moment she was sat with her lyre, singing softly of the season, of winters cold, of summers to come, and the audience stared at her as though completely and totally spellbound by the sight. Short blonde hair fell in silken sheets to her chin, her sharp, emerald-sapphire eyes focused on each member of the crowd in turn, somehow managing to make each one feel special without doing anything but look. She was beautiful, the way that only Rebecca could be. Pure raw charisma drew people’s gazes like moths to a flame, and she did nothing but fan their adoration. Once her song was over, she bowed to the applause, collected the gold, and resumed the journey that she had been making. Towards the palace. It was high time that she learned the details of her new job in earnest. She continued to hum and sing, but this time it was slightly disjointed, as she composed something else. She knew that she would need some new material before she entered the hold as a performer. They had undoubtedly had bards that had performed all the classics one hundred and one times. She needed to be new, special and enchanting if she was to stay. She entered the gates and approached the castle proper.

AezvyraIsadorValke: The Demon Aezvyra had just left the throne room finishing up on her daily duties for the most part as she made her way slowly across the Keep. Her green eyes lingering on the common area as she made her way to the center courtyard which was had been enchanted for the season. It was odd for the woman to have had the mages to do such a thing; in the center of the courtyard where the fountain had been was turned into a yule celebration topped with a decorated tree and all. Aez even ordered a few of her so-called castle staff to dress up and play small roles such as Yuletide bards, even the Yule father to hand small gifts out to children who had decided to visit the keep. The woman chuckled watching the sight as she took a breath, the fact she was missing her fountain center piece was normal but she honestly did this for the empire; to highen the moral of the city and those who traveled to see them. The Empress strolled quietly across the courtyard before finally walking down the hall towards the large double doors that held the outside away from the keep. She flicked her wrist and the doors opened allowing the snow to drift in. Her gaze shifted watching the guard at the gates as she stood out looking over the icy courtyard just in time to see the bard, Rebecca. 

KaliAequitas: Rebecca smiled when the Empress came into view, and have a bow that was half teasing as she approached her slowly. “Aez.” Some of the guards would look abashed that she dared speak to the Empress in such a way. But that had been how the woman had asked to be addressed, and Rebecca always listened to requests. In almost every capacity. “I have come to speak to you more properly about the offer that you made me in the bar.” She mused as she straightened out her clothes. She was wearing light armour, enough for basic protection, but not heavy enough that it would slow down the movements she was known for. She took a moment to assess the woman, she seemed in good enough spirits, which would surely make this easier. She had not heard any outrageous rumours that would suggest there was anything she would be wary of. So she decided to lower her defences somewhat.

AezvyraIsadorValke: The time it took the woman to reach the edge of the stone steps she noticed the woman address her. She chuckled shaking her head some as her eyes moved to the guards which caused her hand to lift in its place as if telling the male in the armor to stay in position. "Darkest Greetings Becca dear." she held a smile on her full painted lips as she stood there as her hand fell to her side as she lowered her head to the woman in a slight polite bow. "Have you now?" she seemed to chuckle out as she nodded slowly her onyx hair shifting in its place. "Come out of the cold" she smiled before turning around heading back into the safety of the keep out of the chilled elements. Her gaze landing on the ground as she walked making her way back towards the center courtyard, the sounds of the staff chanting and singing echoing in the halls. "Have you decided what you would do?"

KaliAequitas: "Indeed I have." She chimed as she brushed back her hair and looked around. She could also hear the sounds of song in the distance, and for a moment seemed distracted by her need to sing along to the sounds coming from every corner of the Hold. She nodded at the order. "That might be best. Thank you." She followed without much comment, something that was slightly unusual for her that much was true, but mostly she seemed to be taking stock of her surroundings. Mentally mapping darker corners, rooms that looked locked or private, places to escape, places to hide. She needed to know the lay of the land before she could feel comfortable. Once she had done observing, she nodded slightly to herself before turning back to her host. "Lovely place you have here. All elegance and beauty, much like yourself."

AezvyraIsadorValke: Her interested perked at that exact moment her words hit her ears as they walked before coming to the center of her home. She smiled walked to her favorite bench sat down before waving her right hand and nearly touched the bench as if telling the woman to join her without speaking directly to her. Her greenish orbs shifted from the woman to the grand tree in the center of the space as she took a breath. "And what is best?" she rose a brow looking at the woman slightly confused on her answer that she had been waiting on. 

Guest_CharacterKiller: '' Are you cold? '' derelict in empathy as the tone is devoid of actual concern for the troop's well being. Upon the Eastern rise, metal hooves sink into snow that was ploughed through in a heavy march. The bitter wind brought accumulated snow on a raven black robe that took the element. Fog escaping from the War-steed which snorted, mane as white as the snow itself and eyes as bloodied as the township left behind by three days travel. Across the way, a torch is lit to signal archers had taken their position in await of the advancement to be returned. The Captain of the fort Guard slammed a fist into his pectoral Kalhorn armament, sigil of Solara embellished upon its front. There was no reply aside this notion to show the hardiness of the men he leads. Snap of banner hoisted from the capitol heard as the final approach of the Lancers who take their place in a Militant fashion to show the order in this Realm of Chaos. The Archers took the formation of an arrowhead, three units of twenty, scattered over twenty yards apart. The small invasionary force implied their resolve but is not let loose as gloved fist merely raises to tell the Captain to have his men wait. Two fingers extend then curve inward which caused a soldier from the back rank to break formation then bolt forward on horseback. The messenger to declare the intent. Meanwhile, positioned on overrises of Klashi Hold, the small platoon would steady.

KaliAequitas: She moved to sit down next to her, brushing down her shirt for a moment as she tried to make herself more elegant. This was not an easy thing to do in scaled armour, granted, but Rebecca did her best. "Why, getting out of the cold and into your lovely home is best of course." She confirmed as she leaned back in her chair and looked round for another moment. "I hear much singing coming from the halls. Entertainers or already have the staff succombed to the yueltide spirirt? She paused when she heard the sound of shouting soilders, raising a delicate eyebrow. "Hm... Sounds like something has happened."

Lorven: The Howling winds of winter knick at the subsistence of life in this world, Cold, barren and just damp was the winds of change always flowing. A snow rabbit was jumping across the soft crunchy snow that eeried itself across the calm late winter morning Though most would call it Afternoon. The snow rabbit was busy gathering food for itself as the ozone begins to lick out sparks of what seemed to be lighting, Flickers of these so called lighting crackled across the ground, snapping like a crazed monster, lighting a near by tree ablaze. If there was a city near by they would begin to hear the sound of bells, These sounds was not just small and local, No these bells seemed to ring for miles upon miles. This bell was like of one in a high church, ringing loudly with each swing on its rope. Though there was clearly no bell Visible But instead was a large white gate encrusted with the skulls of those long past. The gate was almost intangible , yet as the bells grew louder so did the tangibility of the gate increased, Once it looked almost see through, and now the gate was fully forming, as the bells now Screamed loudly with each ring, Yet as the gate full Tangibility, the bells stopped making noise. The gates stood there for a long time with a eerie sense of dread. The gates doors didnt open, nor did they make a creak for what seemed to be moments of entering. The young snow rabbit that was grazing approached the door with unknowingly interest. As the tiny rabbit got close enough to touch the door , it creaked open loudly as a tentacle flee out and grabbed the poor white rabbit, in a flash it was gone. A loud screeching nose was heard from beyond the gates along with the sounds of bones crushing and blood being spilled. For another moment time passed then a sicking unanimalisc groan was heard as something was spit out from the gates, its twisted amalgamation abomination form twisted with tencales , extra limbs and eyeballs hissed at the world outside, though if one would look upon closer inspection it had the fur of the white rabbit, yet that was it, Before the twisted monster could flee into the new world it was spawned in a green neon fireball engulfed it, as the beast burned it howled in pain, and turned it head towards the abyss darkness of the doors, out stepped a figure cladded in a fur coat around his shoulders, and fine leather with metal crosses and other symbols dangling from his coat, His black and red boot stepped on the foul creature with ease, with a sicking snap the creatures neck and bones in its body crumbled under the large males boot. As his face came into contact with the high rise of the sun, it was clear that the male had not seen the sun alot as his pastey white skin winched at the incoming brightness. The Males unshaven face and mangled mess of a hair showed he was inside that door for a long time. His eyes flared a bright purple as he looked around and then down to his boot. Kicking his boot to flick away the blooded stain of the foul creature that he stepped on, his mouth twisted in disgust. "Foul Eldritch spawn" He muttered under his breath. As he spoke tiny mists of fog escaped his lips as the cold winters bite snagged all it could at its hot damp air that parted from his lips. Moving his left hand over his eyes, he shadowed them looking at where he was, It was clear there was a large city near this forest, and its was was just as obvious as the sun was in the sky. Only a blind man can miss that large city. He made another twist of his mouth, but this time twisting it into a smile. "Seems my good luck is coming to fruition" He chuckled to himself as he walked out of the door way of the large gate, as he stepped out of the darkness of the door, his left hand now seen in the light was clearly shown, a long dark wooden staff with a metal black spiky twist of metal sat upon the staff, in the middle of the Crux of the staff sat a large green neon skull that seemed to spew forth a black smoke from its unlife . The skull had magical runes deeply craved deeply into the skull, dressing the whole skull with a numberless amount of runes, the skull burned brightly with the same flame that engulfed the monster that was spewed forth from the gate. As he stepped fully out of the gate, the door made the same bell sounds as it did before slowly becoming intangible. He sighed as he always was annoyed how his gate made the loudest of noise when entering a new He always seemed to make a note on how he wanted to fix that, yet he never really got around to it. As he begins to make his movements forewords, his boots crunched in the light snow approaching what seemed to be a gate on the large walls outside the city. Clearly there was no guards, or anyone about, this also annoyed him as he yelled loudly "Hello?!" He said trying to get the attention of the city guards. One man poked his head out and was surprised to see him. "sorry Sorry! letting you in now" the man said in a jumbled mess. He was clearly not used to seeing visitor on this side of the gate. The male would look behind him sensing something was watching the city. Yet he made no action towards it. "Not my issue" He grumbled under his breath as the large doors whined opening . He walked inside the city to see it full of hussle and bussel. Making his way towards the city pub, he was obviously eyed by the towns folk due to his unique and odd appearance and his staff mostly gathered the awe and those who was fishy of him, Making his way inside the barkeep, the door howled as the wind blew the door open as he entered, closing the door behind him, he made his way towards the bar and placed his staff down with a thud, it did not lean, nor move, instead it hovered in place as he sat at the bar. "Excuse me , may i get a mug of beer, and something warm to eat to fill my cold belly" The Bar keep nodded as he waved his hand at the maids who quickly got to work. He smiled placing two golden coins on the bar . Maybe he should have let the guard know about what was in the woods...Na doubt anything can break these large walls. He thought to himself. 

Guest_CharacterKiller: The messenger clad in helm to boot guard claimed by only spear and sword mushes the steed onward across the plain until reaching a weathered road. The pelting hooves like thunder on approach leaving a cloud of snow behind them in the wake of speed. It was when the messenger with the declaration reached half way that arm raises followed by an extending of each finger as hand positions to the front. Six long-range archers of the Royal Guard ran up and past the steed, the robed General sits upon. Steadily they took them with the arrowheads igniting after a seventh soldier from the formation behind the General runs up with a small torch. This fire was only natural from its birth but when met with the arrows in the heads turned a pale green. As arm swivels forward with fingers curling into a fist the archers let loose a barrage. The messenger and the steed wouldn't of had a chance due to their training to never look to the rear. The rainfall of piercing arrows would drive into the messenger's spine just out of reach of the preliminary range yet well into eyesight of the Hold's Guard. His cries are muffled by his helmet plus the dissolving flesh that soon became bone. A yelp from the steed before a well-aimed arrow flew into a groove of its armour to show a weakness but also a ruthless tactic. The melting point of the animal, liquifying it, baptizing both the soldier and steed in a pyrelight that scorches the snow away and left only partial bone and ashes. Tarnished metal and a disgusting scent that should waft into the Hold before too long. The General would lower arm back down with the Archers backing off to reload from their quiver during their original placement. 
Guest_CharacterKiller: ....A messenger of ''her'' own was sent. A sabertooth tiger with fur as white as the snow, perhaps made from the very element, had stalked through the wilds of the light snowfall. Eyes lit with a mystical cobalt blaze. A guttural growl foretelling one of the soldiers of its arrival and him to break rank to service the General. After pointing in the direction of the beast that stood at half-height of the Steed itself the soldier fell back into rank. Knew what that meant but even with its piercing gaze had averted hood towards the fort with a strong disdain for the message made clear. With a disgruntled annoyance would yank the reigns to avert the invasionary force giving notice to the rear guard to signal the Archers across the plains to fall back. The idea of a tactical retreat before any action is one that causes a grave hatred for the strategy laid plain by the Advisor to Solara's Goddess. However, would yield to that strategy. Upper lip in aggravated curl, kicking spurs into flanks of the Steed in following of the path they had created earlier. Such rage will have to be sat on much like this saddle especially if there is to be an actual raid on the Hold in the future. Couldn't forgo that inferno rising, that damnable discouragement from having to withdrawal before even getting a chance to do an ounce of what these men and their General paraded here for. Snapping reigns in whips, gaining in speed. Spiteful to the woman that summoned their return to the camp. '' T'ch. ''

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Re: 12.27.2017 [Winter has come pt 1]

Post by AezvyraValke on Mon Jan 22, 2018 3:28 pm

--------------------| The Next Day 01.18.2018|--------------------------


KaliAequitas: Rebecca was once again walking towards the castle, which she did almost every day now to perform her songs when she ran out of jobs to do in the tavern. Though the castle was grand, beautiful, with lovely people and generous tippers, the Tavern tended to have more gossip and ale, and it would be a bad lie to say she was not addicted to such things. She hummed softly to herself all the while, part of the problem with performing in a castle was that she was having to compose her own material more and more without being able to use her practiced ones. Her lyre was strung over her shoulder, along with blonde hair, falling midway down her back. Apparently, she had grown it out. “We drink to our youth ~ To the days come and gone ~” Perhaps that was not a new one, but it was one from a foreign war torn land, so perhaps they would enjoy it. Nothing spelt courage, honour and romance then war hymns to the bloodthirsty. For the moment nothing of interest seemed to be happening in the city, which was why she was taking the time to come to the palace. She had nothing else to do.

AezvyraIsadorValke: The nights had been long, to long it would seem as the winter season seem to carry on without a hope of stoping insight. The demon Aezvyra would slowly pace within her bed chambers debating on the next course of action to take. The day before her small counical had advised her to seek out more allies do to the harsh cold season; the empire had not recovered from the frozen curse and now the townsfolk was starving. The grains in the storage had enough for a few weeks, the hunters hardly finding their prey. Then again part of the Empress didn't care, it was just her duty to care for these people. After all this was her homeland the very place she was birth at which as still strange to wonder the halls she grew up within. The woman's feet turned towards the right causing her body to shift and turn towards the window. Her stroll up to it her hands lifting and then clasping over the dark cloth that made up her cotton black curtins; the woman would pull it close to her causing it to shift from its place and open to allow her gaze to travel out to the courtyard to see once again the weather was for the worst. Aezvyra sighed shaking her head seeing the snow fall worst then the day before. "Maker forbid the cold" she spoke out nearly ranting as she allowed the cloth leave her hands and sway back into place. 

KaliAequitas: Rebecca caught movement in the corner of her eye, and turned her head to look up at the castle windows. There was a moment while she searched for the right one, before she found the one that had caught her eye. She saw the Empress, looking both frustrated and melancholy, and called up to her, cupping her hand over her mouth as though she could make her shout echo. She did have a loud voice however, something of a necessity when one was a bard could be argued. “Now, now. The lovely Empress should not look so melancholy in these harsh times. Her people need her warm smiles to combat the bitter cold.” It was rather obvious that Rebecca had a lot of nerve. But she had yet to be told to reign it in, not that she would even if she had been asked to. She was something of a free soul. Untameable. That was not something that would change anytime soon. She was the opposite of the mild mannered and soft spoken Malika. She was loud just short of being crass. She grinned before she dropped her hand, handing more into the castle proper passed the scandalised looking guards.

AezvyraIsadorValke: She took a breath shifted in the room once more her hand dropping to her side as she done so. "To seek help?" she mumbled out as she tried to decided what to do. "Or to send a raven to those we already asked for aid." she sighed shaking her head as the question plegued her mind. "Which to do" she kept ranting on and on for a few moments before turning to see shadows move around under the chamber's door as people seem to walk by. How long as she been up there talking to her self, Aez wasn't sure she had retired early the night before and honestly had not even slept. Seeing the pheonix child the night before made her think of her children she had lost and how she only had Lumination which she didn't even witness growing up do to her father taking her from the woman. The Empress sighed once more taking a deep breath, her chest lifting as she moved about the room in search of cleaner clothes. She would linger in the closet for some time before pulling out a black gown with silver trimmings, one she normally wore if she was traveling to look her best. Yet, the woman didn't seek to leave the safety of her home. Making her way down from the second floor of the Keep she would find her self once again infront of a window staring out until the winter storm. She had not even heard Rebecca, an bard she had managed to give a job to walk up on her until the woman had said something. "Hmm?" she eyes lids rapidly moved a couple times as she blinked before turning to face the woman. "Warm smiles will not feed the people." she spat out quickly as she shook her head before runing both her hands through it to bind it up a bit. 

RenvaMeI: Ivan's hands dug into his pockets as her felt for loose change. What he found was disheartening, but still he pulled it out. "Here." He held out his palm, careful to count how many the man took before offering him the jerky and bread His fingers wrapped around them both delicately, then tucked them into his bag, minus one strip of meat. "Thank you." He said with a gracious nod, though immediately turning his back to the vender. As he walked, weaving in and out of the pedestrial traffic, he nibbled on the jerky. It was a bit salty, but it was better than nothing. He had the ears of an elf, but he was not. His mother was human and well, his father… not even he knew. He stopped for directions a few times, his last few days sitting in the market hadn't done him much good, so he thought he'd at least try one last place before moving on to the next village over. After tripping over a few curbs, stubbing his toe on the corner of a building and nearly flipping over someone's wheel barrel, he finally found it. Clearly he was visually impaired, and that had gotten him lost more than a few times in his life, not to mention his shines, thighs and shoulders were almost always bruised from running into things. Fortunately his thick clothing was decent protection. Really he should be using a cane, but he didn't want to. Even a man in his line of prosperity had to have a little pride. Not that he got to maintain it with all his fumbling around. It was a relief when he finally felt the bars of the gate against the back of his hand, just barely stopping him from running his nose into them. Feeling his way through, he stopped and listen, looking, for what small amount of good it did. Unfortunately he seemed a bit lost in it and the conversations around him.


KaliAequitas: “No that is true enough. But neither will snarling bitter ones.” She pointed out. There was a logic to her words that it would be worth it to keep her expression warm. People would take heart in seeing some form of reassurance, that even in these cold and desperate time, their Empress cared about them and what happened to them. Surely it could do nothing but help to know that they had not been emotionally abandoned. Though the politics were not her affair, not yet anyway, not until she knew more, she knew something about the common people, and how they felt when they were hungry. She paused when she heard something that sounded like a serious of loud bangs, turning her head to see someone holding onto the gate. “Hm… I saw him in town earlier.” The one that had been falling over everything as though he could not see what was right in front of his face. She had not thought to help, but then again Rebecca’s first nature would always be to be selfish, and not kind.

AezvyraIsadorValke: Aez nodded softly before forcing a soft smile to her painted full lips in agreement to the bard's words. "Maybe your right." she chuckled out softly before turning her gaze around the area before seeing a male in the distance. "Oh?" she glanced back to the female unsure what to say about anything at that exact moment she allow her attention be pulled here and there by the people wondering around teh inner courtyard. "traveler?" she whispered out softly wondering seeing she wasn't sure whom the male was nor had she seen him before now. 

RenvaMeI: "Yes. More or less." Even as she's whispered the word from so many yards away. His hands were piddling in front of him, now that he was standing still. Even as he didn't look directly at their faces, his eyes were turned in their direction. His head cocked as one of the guards mumbled something to the other. "I was wondering if your master was in need of.. A painter." His voice was delicate, deliberate in it's words as he took a few daring steps forward. "Well, a portrait maker, really." 
KaliAequitas: “I am always right.” She said with an easy grin. Nothing could dampen her spirts, not the cold, or the hunger, or the possibility of death. It was common knowledge that the winters were harsh here, and she had known that most of her life, even when she had lived outside of the empire she had known that to be a fact, that the poor were left to starve when the cold came in and the plants began to die, and the animals ran to warmer shores. She shrugged at the question that was asked. “I know not. Perhaps ask him? He has found his way here, that could only be for work, or as a messenger, or as a guest. All three of those things would mean he is here to see you.” Though one could suppose someone that blind had simply gotten lost and had been unable to find his way back to where he actually wanted to go. She ran her hand through blonde locks, pushing them away from her face before she lifted her hand to blow warm air onto her fingertips in some kind of defence against the chill. She was pleased to be proven immediately right. “Ah there are no masters here, friend. Only Mistresses.” She grinned.

AezvyraIsadorValke: Her right brow lifted from its place hearing the faint words of the male echo back to her. "Intresting" she spoke out onc emore as she nodded towards a gaurd to help the male to where herself and Becca had been standing. . "Indeed it would seem" she nodded once more as she went to ask the male more about himself once he had come closer if he had yet he started talking. "Master?" she couldn't help but to chuckle out, she found that term cute when applied to her. "My dear man there is no Master here." she shook her head more her hair tossing about as she did so. "I would think there are some trade painters around the city, what makes you so different from them?" she would quickly ask. 
RenvaMeI: The correction and her questioning of why he was so special brought a harsh blush to his already flushed cheeks. "I'm not special at all… though I feel if you were interested in the contract painters they'd already be here." His eyes focused on the space around her head, but never focusing on features. "My paintings aren't exactly for the literal." He rubbed the shaved side of his head, giving a light smile. "Ivan Tireen." He still wasn't exactly sure he was talking to the owner of this place or not. So he gave a little dip as he introduced himself, repeating the bow after turning to face Becca. "I'm not special, but I can still show you my paitings."

KaliAequitas: Rebecca just stayed silent. She was not being addressed, and for a moment the Empress seemed more interested in eyeing up the newcomer then she did carrying on any conversation. Hadn't she just been with a man...? Perhaps she had a harem of them. That would be interesting to see. "Rebecca. A pleasure to meet you." She purred with all her raw charisma. (SMall.)

AezvyraIsadorValke: She seem to pause as she listeend to the words before lowering her head in a soft bow as she normally did as she greeted someone. "Aezvyra Valke" she chuckled thinking about it. "Lady Aezvyra is fine." she glanced over to Rebecca whom didnt say anything. "Welcome to Nyamithler Empire." she spoke out once again her voice soft and luring as she did so. "What do you mean its not literal?"

RenvaMeI: He kept figiting at her words, especially her question. "I'd have to show you, honestly. There's a reason I'm not all that popular..." He gave a chuckle, realizing he was probably selling himself down the drain. "But I would be happy to show you both. See if they catch your fancy." He tried to correct it. "Not everyone likes the truth." He bit hs cheek at the last remark, but smiled just the same, his head swivelling in either of their directions as he held the conversation.

KaliAequitas: One would assume that would mean that his painting was abstract. A unique way of seeing the would without sight, but with other senses. Art was made up of many different layers, in the same way that music was. Music was vibration, not just sound. It was tone, charm. Art was colour, it was texture and design. Each artist manipulated these things in their own way, which was why one artist was never boring compared to another, just different. She was interested to see some of this mans pieces. “I’m assuming you paint the way the world seems to you. It sounds highly interesting. Do you have somewhere with works you could show?” She did so want to see if she was right, she turned to Aez to raise an eyebrow. “How about it, Aez? Should we see what is not so literal about these paintings?” It was better then sitting around the castle feeling angry and frustrated, she was sure of that much. Anything had to be better then that.

LumiLaVayne : She was in the library reading quietly, she was still having some anxiety about being in the castle because this kind of life was new to her. She had always been out on the road going from place place with her father and fighting in wars and what have you that she had grown accustom to it, she had no need to wear fancy dresses and jewelry but now that she was living with her mother she thought it was best to try and get to know her mothers world. It wasnt easy for her but she was going to try her best to whatever she could to get to learn everything that she needed to be a 'proper lady' as most of the servants around the castle muttered she needed to be. Setting the book down after marking her spot she walked out of the library and started to search of the man that was courting her as well as her mother. 

RodneyKornariSantori:  -had walked from mi home from far away insteald of just porting into their home so i dont end up being room as finally comes to the door before knocking on the door to be polite- 

RenvaMeI: His grin grew even wider at Rebecca encouraged his success. His face looked like it was about to break when the one that went by Lady agreed. "I actually have a few small things with me... most of my bigger pieces are in my room at the inn. I couldn't ask such beautiful people to walk through the cold without at least a sample." He ruffled his bag on his shoulder. "Perhaps I could shoul you them inside...I dabble with the lute as well, though I'm not nearly skilled enough to make a living off of it as some do." He laughed as his smile faded, though still giddy.

KaliAequitas: “My, my. Don’t you have a way with words, good sir. Then show us your pieces.” She chimed easily with a small laugh, turning to lead the way into the castle so that they could get out of the cold. “Ah… Another bard. I have competition already.” She grinned as she turned to walk backwards, mostly so that she could keep an eye on the two of them, with those piercing eyes of hers. Ones that could see past into the soul and more, if one stared into them long enough. It was almost magic, but Rebecca did not use it, even if she had it. Her charisma was her magic. It was on every syllable, in every song. Words that captivated the world. She waited to see what kind of paintings would be presented to them, her expression patient for the moment. She let her shoulders relax now they were out of the cold.
RodneyKornariSantori  -walks inside looking around and spots lumis mother as bowssome to her in respect than heads over to where lumi is- 

AezvyraIsadorValke: Aezvyra nodded slowly as she walked with the couple slowly "I hope its not too far honestly" the words seem to fall right out of her painted lips as she listened to the two speak. She laughed at the comment Rebecca had about competition. "it doesnt take long for people to come out of the woodwork it seems." she smirked about the idea before  her nose seem to wrinkle up and wiggle. "Where are these samples at?" her question soon fell on their ears as she glanced back to Becca wondering what was on the woman's mind. 


KaliAequitas: “That is always the way, is it not? Nothing is secure. One must fight for their place.” She was only teasing, but there was some truth to her words. A good, better, bard could come along and replace her at any moment, so she needed to be the best. Useful and entertaining. Those that fell behind were discarded. “If it does end up being a little further then you thought it would be, remember to smile. Warm smiles, equal warm hearts.” She could not frown all the way through her capital in troubled times, she would only cause more worry and panic in those who did not need anymore. She waited while the man shifted through the sack he had been carrying, only to pause when he opened his book, she moved closer, tilting her head as she looked over at the drawing to see what it was. “How interesting…” All the colours coming out from the centre… “Is that… Her aura? Or how she felt to you…?” Amazing in its own way, but baffling.

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AezvyraIsadorValke: The chatter of their covernsation seemed to go on, Aez of course remaining quiet as she walked along side the male and the female a few ahead of them making her way to her personal study on the lower floor. The Empress figured the quiet room filled with shelves of books a few portraits of her parents along with of course her desk. The desk itself made of cherry ash sat in the center with a large window behind it; now on the desk sat a stack of parchements, a couple rolled scrolls and of course the wooden carven of a knight. The woman opened the door slowly before moving to the window and pushing open the curtin seeing that non of the servents had made it within the room to light the candles for light yet. Aezvyra took a breath as she listened to Becca speak and then the male before finally turning around to see this so called sample. Her dark green tinte of a gaze landed on the picture yet all she could see was the outline of what seem to be a woman and a swirl of different colors covering it. She glanced up blinked a few times before trying to find the right words to say. "Indeed Intresting is the word" she couldn't think what to say about the sample at all as she glanced from the Ivan to the sample and then back up to him. 

RenvaMeI: His tongue slipped out along the the very edge of his lips as he listened to their responses. After it seemed like they were done, he tried to think of what to say. "I..uh... know it's not really what you expected." He cleared his throat, bringing it a bit closer to them. "I wouldn't say its her aura... maybe." His brows pulled a little closer together as he continued. "Maybe something like it, but I paint the inner layers of a person, persay." He tried to sell his pitch, but he wasn't sure how to salvage the situation. "As you can imagine, this woman was very happy with all the red and green I put in it." He gave a disappointed chuckle.

KaliAequitas: “I did not have any expectations. I have found such things are foolish to stockpile when it comes to art. Each person sees the world differently, and therefore cannot draw the same thing.” She responded with a bright smile. She moved in to examine it more closely with her hawk like eyes, piercing but unreadable. “The inner layers of a person..” She mused. She paused at the latter, raising an eyebrow in slight confusion. “Had she not seen any of your work beforehand? She must have known that this was the way that you painted?” She felt her lips twitch somewhat. “Green and red. Envy and anger. No I don’t imagine that it did please her too terribly.” Even if those colours had not meant to convey that meaning, she could imagine that it had not been to the woman’s tastes. If one did not wish for the truth, they should not ask for an artists interpretation of them, surely?

AezvyraIsadorValke: The Empress honesty didn't know what to say about the painting and even after the artist went to try to explain it to her she was still unsure of it. "I see" she stood there blinking before turning away from the two and taking a seat at her desk her hands folding nealy on the wood as she sat there. "I wouldn't have said the tinte of red being happy at all." she shook her head thinking that the color only made her think of rage and blood often lead to rage. "If that is what you say then I don't see why it shall matter." she muttered out as she took hold of the quill that sat next to the ink and started to write on one of the bare parchments. "Tell me more of your paintings?" she would lean over and motion one of the servents whom had been standing at the door before handing the note to her and whispering to the maid whom wondered off quickly after. "Have you had many people intrested in your paitings?" she asked before looking back up to the two. 

RenvaMeI: "I paint what I see… more or less." Was all he could think to say about it. "We all wear masks…. That is what most painters paint… or so I've been told." He clarified, his head had swiveled to follow her to her wherever she'd gone to sit. He walked over, slowly, in case there was furniture in front of it. A hand extended to feel for the wood. He didn't want to keep shoving it in her face, but he also didn't want to set it on the ground. So onto the desk it went after feeling the wood hit his fingers. "And a few have… but not many. It helps that my prices are low." His usual smile returned as he stood, keeping a foot or two away from the desk. "Are you?"


AezvyraIsadorValke: She nodded softly as she leaned back in her chair waiting for the made to return with the tea and honey, it was no joke the woman was odd at times and today was no different. She was never fond of tea but it sounded good to her, waiting on the drink she turned her attention back to that of the painter. "I see." she wondered if it was swirl was do to his vision imparment but was unsure.She watched as he placed the painting on the desk caused her to raise a brow to him. "I see" the word repeated once more as she took a deep breath. "Only to see what you could come up with." it wasn't a lie at lest, she wondered how he would see her after all.

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