12.27.2017 [Winter has come pt 1]

((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. ''

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.