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Post by Queerly on Jan 3, 2019 14:56:37 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and Welcome to Aodh Plot 701: Our Future Team Leaders: Aleksei Participants: Isador, Celosia, Tiffany, Orisa Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DPrompt: The Aodh herd has not faced so many critical threats in centuries. The war to the south has left it weakened, and a new enemy looms on the horizon, marching steadily closer. Today, you gather in the Royal Court room to speak as peers and leaders of your people, to discuss the trials and troubles of your beloved country - and hopefully, aid your King in deciding his next move. In your presence are two ambassadors, unaware of why they've been summoned, but surely not apt to enjoy it. Location: Royal Court Time of Day: Morning You do not have to wait for your leader to post!
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Jan 4, 2019 4:06:37 GMT -6
 Tiffanyi;Aodh | Envoy
I’ve got a thing for genuine peopleHonestly, Tiffany wasn't sure she had ever been as foggy in the brain as she ever had in that exact moment. Something about the boat ride from the Isles of Talori back to Valore had her forgetting little details about her time there. However, she just blew it off to the overwhelming amount of information she had been taking in for the last six months. She tried writing everything down, but the Talorians were very busy people and included her in the bustle, minimising her time to take notes and most commonly leaving her too exhausted to even recall the entire day before her head hit her pillow.
What did not help the fogginess of her brain was being summoned by the King and his advisors alongside Orisa, the Talorians envoy, no emissary, is what they called their position, Tiffany's counterpart as it would be. She didn't mind the mare, although she found her a little guarded, although Tiffany supposed her position was no more open.
The more she thought about it, the stranger Tiffany found that it was the two of them with council and no others. What did he have planned she wondered...
Breathing in deep, Tiffany relished for the moment in the smells and sights of being home. Oh how she couldn't wait to bathe in her pools once more, for the life of her she could not gather why her body ached the way it did. She almost let out a chuckle as she thought she must have been in the wars with a whole city..
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Post by manabuns on Jan 4, 2019 19:26:27 GMT -6
| All the people you’ve been, which one is you? |
Seafoam gaze peers at the faces gathered, many, in any other circumstance would see it as a polite acknowledgement. It's hardly that. She roams over each face and dedicates it to memory, their fine lines beneath the weighted pressure they are now expected to discuss, shoulder and defeat.
Her gaze pauses momentarily as it rests on Aleksei, head giving a subtle nod before her gaze moves on. Landing nonchalantly on Orisa and Tiffany once she's suitably considered them all. If she were in their position, she would have a hundred different questions running rampant in her mind. Only a handful to say, however, this is a proverbial vipers nest.
It's not the most gentle time for one to begin their tenor as an advisor, she supposes to herself. It is certainly a most interesting time, wyverns and kirins once more walk. What's decided here today will be of great import. The tide will turn and the winds will change, or so the scholars like to quote on momentous occasions.
More quietly, her heart gives a minute lurch, and she consoles herself by squeezing it tight. Better to not ponder on those sort of what ifs, given the situation.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 5, 2019 1:35:54 GMT -6
ALEKSEI
Even amidst all the misfortune, chaos and tribulations, there was a buzz of excitement in Aleksei’s belly. He had been an Adviser for a few months now, but somehow this was the moment when it became real.
Here he was, standing with the rest of the court, high in the stands, looking at the two cross-herd diplomats with appraising eyes. Tiffany was an Aodh native, so Aleksei knew of her and her House, of course. By what he knew, Tiffany was a respectable noble, which made the reports they had even more… Disturbing.
Orisa was an unknown element. Aleksei regarded her coolly, with a stern look he had learned from Solaris.
Then his eyes, too, rose to his fellow Advisers. Momentarily they met Celosia’s, and he returned her nod of acknowledgement with the slightest hint of a smile. He looked at Constantine too, but only nodded with a solemn face. He did not know the man, nor did he really care to, not beyond business capacity at least.
Finally his eyes rested, even if just for a moment, on their King. Isador was in personal attendance, and it made his stomach do something strange. For more reasons than one.
He nodded at Isador, and then spoke to the court, addressing mostly the two equines in front of them: “This session of the Royal Court is now in process. First order of business: the Talori.”
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Post by Jennycallie on Jan 7, 2019 19:05:26 GMT -6
 Isador
King He used to love puzzles.
From the childish games of his youth to the intricate web of the court, Isador had not only grown up honing his instincts and intellect; he had thrived on it. There was a sort of joy to following the strands of a mystery to it conclusion, made even better if he were the first (or indeed, only) individual to do so, and turn it to his own advantage. It wasn’t a new skill, for a member of the Aodhian nobility. But Isador had made an art of it. And not just for his own gain, but for the good of Aodh. For Hireath.
But as the King swept his gaze across the assembled company, he was forced to confront the fact that he no longer enjoyed being given the contradicting pieces of a mystery and asked to put them together, no longer enjoyed the game of intrigues. Not when so much was at stake, and so many people relied upon him.
Yes, Isador was forced to admit that he missed his days as an Adviser. The early days, before everything had gone so wrong and that poor, foolish child had inherited the throne. Oh Solaris, Isador thought sadly. Why couldn’t you have made Amadeus what Aodh needed them to be? Things could have been so different.
The King repressed a sigh, repressed the regret and frustration and hypotheticals.
He would be what Aodh needed, even when he did not enjoy it.
Aleksei’s gaze touched his own, and Isador gave a minute nod.
“This session of the Royal Court is now in process. First order of business: the Talori.”
Yes, first the Talori indeed. Isador was going to get answers.
He stepped forwards, his most inscrutable, piercing gaze moving between Tiffany and Orisa. He was very interested to witness the dynamic between the two Envoys; even the way they held themselves would, hopefully, provide him and the Advisers with desperately needed information.
“The sun shines upon you,” he intoned solemnly. “Yet shadows abound. I am hoping that together we can shed some light on some recent… discrepancies.” His gaze lingered on Tiffany for a moment, before sliding to Orisa. Isador inclined his head, gem-studded bridle shifting slightly and reflecting the light.
“Perhaps, the two of you together can help make sense of the reports we have received?” A touch of his teke lifted forth a scroll that Isador did not need to look at to read from. “I have here reports from other reputable sources that the esteemed Talori nation has, ah, perhaps underplayed recent… unrest, and is perhaps less equipped to, mmm, govern such tragic occurrences, than Aodh had been made to understand?"
Isador let the implied questions stand, while his steady gaze slid back to Tiffany, who he still could not quite figure out. Why would she have misrepresented Talori’s true population and situation? What had she to gain from it?
Well, hopefully they would find out.
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Post by hey-stardust on Jan 8, 2019 2:02:45 GMT -6
 ORISA | TALORI | EMISSARY
So as the waves come, let 'em take us - as they cover you and me, and they pull us underneath - it takes the shape of who will save us.
Orisa was used to the pointed stares, the wretched, disappointed looks of her family over the years; she was a blight upon their good name despite her accomplishments, so when Aleksei's sullen, silent gaze fell upon her, it did nothing sway her resolve or posture in the slightest.
She had grown familiar with the Aodhian Envoy, Tiffany, after the tragic loss of Kiephis, though she still remained guarded around her; merely sharing a polite glance of acknowledgement before returning to survey the rest of the attending party, still wary despite the hippocampus’ seemingly friendly nature.
There was some comfort in familiarity, but she could not forget that she was standing upon foreign soil, with plenty of wandering eyes that lusted over the chance to ascend and surpass their peers at the slightest give in the system.
When the King rose to take his place, she dipped her head briefly in greeting, fins laying flat across her back, though her expression grew grim at the accusation laid against her city, along with a brief flicker of confusion breaking across her otherwise solemn facade.
"King Isador, your words trouble me... For my people have been nothing but steadfast in our promises, what rumours can we help to dispel?"
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Jan 10, 2019 4:08:57 GMT -6
Tiffany;Aodh | Envoy
I’ve got a thing for genuine people Oh how she needed a wine. Tiffany had forgotten what it was like to stand directly beneath the scrutiny of the Nobles. It would certainly seem she had become softer since being among the Talorians.
As she stood there listening to her King, as he listed the discrepancies, confusion settled clearly over her face. Population was mentioned which led Tiffany to try and picture the overall amount of equines she had encountered during her time there, but the memory just wouldn't stay still long enough for her to be sure. "...Is perhaps less equipped to, mmm, govern such tragic occurrences" The word tragic subconsciously made Tiffany adjust her body weight onto the opposite side of her body, favouring her left hind leg. No longer visibly injured, but still the muscles complained after being struck by debris months ago, not that she remembered that.
Tiffany knew at that moment she had two options; tell the truth, that she simply could not remember and completely disappoint her King after talking herself up to get the job or throw herself under the bus and hope that her King and his advisors would have mercy on her and her completely distorted memories. For the moment she felt Orisa taking charge, openly speaking out innocence and Tiffany felt she had no words to add until light was further shined on the subject.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 10, 2019 5:01:45 GMT -6
ALEKSEI
Their king spoke, voicing the information they had all been pondering over. Yes indeed – how could the Talori have lied, and why would Tiffany help in such a pursuit? They had no reason to suspect the War Forged of lies.
The Talori had always been a distant, mysterious nation. A great and powerful nation, or so they had been told all these years. Aleksei remembered well the correspondence sent by their Emperor to Marcellus, the nasty tone of them. As if some old man across the sea had any right to demand anything of a Prince.
As it turned out, there might have been even less right for demands than they had thought.
“Nothing but steadfast, you say, Emissary Orisa?” Aleksei spoke, stepping up to stand closer to the edge of the platform to gain a better view of the two equines beneath. Tiffany was silent, and it troubled him, confused him.
“If all is well, how come we have lost not one, but two members of the old royalty in your lands? Must be mighty rumors indeed to have swallowed whole Eminent Lucifer and Prince Merrill alike”, he said from his post, looking at Orisa, before vocalizing a concern that would, no doubt, lead them to discussing other nations: “For is Talori not our ally by marriage?”
Even if some reports from the fields had stated otherwise. Chevaliers who reported seeing Talori reinforcements and clerics among the Seroran troops.
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Post by manabuns on Jan 14, 2019 21:38:35 GMT -6
| All the people you’ve been, which one is you? |
The Royal Court gets underway, and the silence is soon filled by voices. Strong, solemn and confused. The greviances and discrepencies of the Talori get brought under Aodh's fiery eye.
Yet Advisor does not add her own voice to the steady throng quite yet, in favor of allowing her attention to focus on the gathered emissary and envoy.
Watching, waiting. Picking apart the emotions that flicker across their face. All the while her face remains nonchalant but engaged as Isador's deep rumble is answered by Orisa's own one of uncertainty. Then Aleksei's own.
"Which is rather curious, is it not?" Celosia adds, gaze glittering in the morning light, her gaze flicking to the shifting Tiffany before back to Orisa. "For simple rumors being able to snatch Emins and a future Consort from their beds, like they're morsels off a buffet table." She pauses, and one of her wings extends slightly. "It certainly adds credence to the reports collected, that there is a lack of numbers, a lack of being able to care for allies nor their own."
Perhaps the Talori now favored their sandy counterparts, rather than Aodh. So much so that they shaped and bent the truth of things to get two instead of one. The thought provokes a slight curl of the Advisors lips, a thin line of a smile. It remained to be seen, how Orisa and Tiffany would react to that piece of information. Talori in Serora, a nation that Aodh had declared war upon.
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Post by hey-stardust on Jan 19, 2019 9:22:15 GMT -6
ORISA | TALORI | EMISSARY
So as the waves come, let 'em take us - as they cover you and me, and they pull us underneath - it takes the shape of who will save us.
Orisa's fins rose as the proceedings continued, listening quietly as yet more questions were raised. Her gaze swept from face to face, gauging their reactions as the accusations grew.
Each drew strength from their position above her and Tiffany, situated as they were upon gilded platforms; but her expression remained impassive - unmoved and unreadable, despite the hostility extended towards her people and in turn, home.
It seemed they had already made up their minds, about who should bear the brunt of responsibility, of the blame - extracted from sources she had little control or even knowledge over...
But her ear twitches at the sound of the Aodhian nobles.
"You do not know?" She interrupts and queries to the court at large, expression falling.
"It pains me then, to relay news of the Crown," the hippocampus pauses momentarily, weighing the weight of her next words carefully upon her tongue.
"Both Eminent Lucifer and Prince Merrill are considered enemies to the state, for they conspired to murder Emperor Hawkeye, and fled to the wilds shortly after the deed was complete."
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Post by Jennycallie on Jan 22, 2019 16:32:04 GMT -6
Isador
King Isador resisted the urge to tap a gilded hoof against the platform in exasperation. He was really losing his taste for puzzles and veiled exchanges. Not for the first time did the King find himself wishing ruefully that more of the foreign herds were akin to the Forged. Barbarians they might be, but they had refreshingly direct approach to most matters, comparatively speaking. You always knew where you stood, with a Forged.
Of course, Isador had thought he knew where Aodh stood with the Talori. Assumptions are dangerous, he chided himself, gaze moving from Tiffany (who maintained a wary silence, interesting) to Aleksei as the young Advisor spoke again. Isador’s face remained as impassive as ever, but at Aleksei’s final words (a challenge, really) the King’s shadow shivered, minutely. A small stir of movement that abated almost at once, though Isador himself remained as a statue. There was passion in Aleksei’s words, though he controlled it well. No surprise there, on either count. Isador continued to eye Aleksei for a moment longer, even as Celosia took up the conversation, her every word measured, chosen carefully. Weaponized.
Isador looked back at Orisa as she rose to the challenge, delivering her own blow with all the appearance of concerned regret.
Isador blinked, twice. The silence that met Orisa’s words was a monstrous thing, louder than it had any right to be as it filled the room. Oh, assumptions could be so dangerous indeed. And so could silence; Isador knew that he could not allow the impact of Orisa’s oh-so-mild words set the tone. Knew that he could not let her see the naked shock that had, briefly, cut him to his core. His shadow shivered again.
“I can only hope,” Isador said finally, his eyes hard and unflinching on Orisa’s, “that you have proof to back such… extraordinary claims.” The King turned his eyes to the ever-silent Tiffany. “And I hope that you can explain why we are just now hearing such things,” the King added, some of the chill in his icy gaze creeping into his voice.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 23, 2019 13:16:18 GMT -6
ALEKSEI
Aleksei had expected many things. But not this.
How dare they?
Anger flared in him, and his nostrils widened, eyes sharpened. He had to let out a quiet, but painfully long breath, to keep the indignation out of his voice.
It had to be lies. Merrill was but a child, and besides, were it true, the Talori should have informed them. Any sentencing of Aodhian royals would surely have been an Aodhian matter, rather than something they could just do on their own accord.
Besides, it was not as if people like Merrill and Lucifer would survive anything named “The Wilds”. They were noble youths.
He looked to the King and appreciated his hardness.
Aleksei wasn’t buying these lies in the slightest. Why would the Forged lie, after all? Talori, on the other hand, had every reason to lie, especially if the Chevalier reports from the field were at all accurate.
“Perhaps the reason we have not heard about this is that Talori is not our friend anymore?” he asked, his voice soft to mask the anger underneath, the anger he still felt over these words about Prince Merrill. She was his family, after all.
Keep the pressure on, he told himself.
They had to crack at some point, even if Orisa seemed completely sincere.
What do they have on you, Tiffany, Aleksei wondered idly.
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Post by manabuns on Jan 28, 2019 13:26:15 GMT -6
| All the people you’ve been, which one is you? |
Silence is a weapon sharper than any blade forged, it cuts clean and deep, it has rended nobles and commoners alike in one fell swing. This silence speaks louder than a thousand voices filling the air, indeed, many faced with such a pronounced silences would of have withered into mere dust.
A King and his Advisors looming, judge, jury and executioners in turn.
Celosia's gaze hardens with Orisa's solemn admittance. Seafoam spray becoming hard as polished stone, as they divert with a single, precise flick to Tiffany.
They could all sit within the icy air, one would be hard pressed to make her crack beneath the thickness of it, and mull over their own thoughts. Pick apart their feelings upon the matter. Merrill was but a child, a babe destined for dainty jewelery and duties of a Royal Consort. Lucifer a noble youth of Aodh, that had never faced a hardship shards could not placate in his life. Destined to live comfortably for the rest of his days.
Kingslayers? Hardly. The Pegasai was hard pressed to believe such claims without proof, more likely to laugh given the chance.
Now though, was not the time for disbelieving laughter befitting a scandal whispered between Courtly sessions. Such claims were audacious, Tiffany's silence scandelous to her ears.
Isador turns his attention to Tiffany, Aleksei too. Celosia teeters between, carefully applying pressure with her own wondering.
"Claiming Prince Merrill and Emin Lucifer kingslayers would be rather auspicious, wouldn't it? Given what we have learned." Her wing shifting to draw attention to the scroll Isadaor possessed. "Mayhaps Talori did not want to draw our ire while they are occupied elsewhere."
It's then she turns her words to Tiffany, soft, despite the venom lurking beneath. "Silence is almost as bad as complicity, so the saying goes."
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Jan 31, 2019 4:04:27 GMT -6
Tiffany;Aodh | Envoy
I’ve got a thing for genuine people Oh no, oh dear. The only words that could swim around Tiffany's head in her panic. When she first heard and then appealed for the job, all Tiffany could picture was luxurious wines and sparkling trinkets to adorn herself with. Rogues or not, they always smelt of sweet booze and certainly covered themselves in the finest jewels from the sea.
Arriving in Talori, Tiffany found so much more and certainly had excitement quivering in her veins as she began to learn the possibilities of the luxury lifestyle to be obtained with the protection of being an Aodhian Envoy. However, the more she tried to think about those luxuries, the more her mind rippled away from specific details. Perhaps there was just too much protection. With all of the silence and therefore information she could tell her officials assumed she was withholding, she knew she had to do something to save her skin.
Dropping to her knees, Tiffany let the tears roll down her face as she concentrated her Psychic Manipulation to spread the feeling of Anguish around those in the room. Looking up into the eyes of her King, then following from Aleksei to Celosia, Tiffany let a tremble go to her lips as a heightened performance of what she was really feeling inside, she would not be punished for things she did not know. "My lords hiccup I do wish I had more to tell you. I can tell you with the deepest honesty from my heart that I have not laid eyes on our dear Prince Merrill or Eminent Lucifer. hiccup Oh how I wish I had more to tell you, but my mind is in a complete haze. My deepest apologies, your Grace, for my hazy knowledge and behaviour here." She said with all of the sincerity she could muster while taking herself off the floor using her teke to wipe the tears from her eyes. Now dropping her gaze from her King, she came up with the only reasoning she could to possibly explain the memory haze. "I do fear I may have caught something in the foreign lands, for I am certainly not feeling myself."
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Post by hey-stardust on Jan 31, 2019 21:36:56 GMT -6
ORISA | TALORI | EMISSARY
So as the waves come, let 'em take us - as they cover you and me, and they pull us underneath - it takes the shape of who will save us.
There was a brief break, a crack in the armour if you will, as her words hit home, unsettling iron-clad expressions and causing unrest amongst otherwise steady hooves.
It was most evident in Aleksei, as the boy’s posture dipped with the struggle of maintaining his composure. His voice was steady, however, when he attempted to redirect the conversation in Aodh's favour, but the words chosen were curious, emotional even.
Orisa countered quickly, eyes flashing to rest on his briefly before moving on to engage the rest of the room. "Why would I be here at all — willingly I might add — if Talori wished to break off the agreement?"
Taking in a steady breath, she continued.
"Advisor Celosia, if I recall correctly, was it not your own monarch — long may he rest in peace — that near toppled a nation under the guise of kinship... Am I to assume he did that all of his own accord?
There are dissenters everywhere, convinced they know better and under the right circumstances, able to push their ideas onto others and twist the outcome in their favour."
She looked pointedly towards Tiffany after this, a touch of sadness evident in her gaze as the mare fell to her knees, suddenly inconsolable.
"I relay what I know to be true, but I cannot speak for the ones you choose to utilise for your own methods of communication."
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Post by ThatDenver on Feb 1, 2019 18:15:22 GMT -6
ALEKSEI
Aleksei’s annoyance and indignation at the situation did not subside, not until a new feeling washed over him. Anguish. Uninvited and sudden, yet strangely fitting. He looked at Tiffany, and her groveling, and the distress he now felt, the pain of loss reignited and the anxiety over the fate of his family, made him all the angrier for it.
To Aleksei, this was a sensation most familiar. He had felt impotent rage before, as a youth with his family stolen from him by the cruel forces of the world.
This was the same, wasn’t it? Another wave of deep, searing pain and despair washed over him. His lip trembled even as his eyes grew hard.
Focus.
Control yourself.
“A seasonal bug that makes one forget. How… Curious”, he said, his voice strained, even as his eyes turned to Orisa. The emotions supplied by Tiffany still rolled over him, and his expression wavered.
His faith in that the Talori were lying, however, did not.
The War Forged, barbarians they may be, were a straightforward people. They had no benefit in lies, unlike the Talori. Who wouldn’t wish to keep the benefits of “supporting” two sides of one war?
He wanted to say a great many bitter things. About the competence of an Emperor who, apparently, was murdered by a five-year-old and an aging potioned teenager.
About the utter outrage of even suggesting such a thing.
About the duplicitous nature of the Talori, now revealed, snakes in their jungles that the War Forged had so vividly described.
“War Forged gain nothing by lies. Your people, well… They do have a lot to gain by not having Aodh as an enemy, do they not?” the anguish threatened to spill over, and turned bitter. There was something quite hateful in his expression, even if he managed to keep his voice level.
“Especially with the unrest we’ve been told of, and now, the death of your Emperor”, Aleksei narrowed his eyes at them, and then turned to face Isador, waiting for the King to speak.
Oh how he wished to advocate war. The crushing, searing emotions planted within only fed into that need, that innate bitter need for vengeance.
But they could not afford it.
Yet, this could not go unpunished.
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Post by Jennycallie on Feb 3, 2019 18:47:32 GMT -6
Isador
King “Silence is almost as bad as complicity, so the saying goes…”
Well, that was the challenge well and truly thrown now.
Isador resisted the urge to roll his head on his increasingly stiff neck, just as he resisted to urge to turn his gaze away, to look through the windows and out towards where other, more present dangers to Aodh lurked.
His eyes (his face, his very manner) as still and unyielding as a frozen lake, Isador considered Tiffany, curious to see how Celosia’s words (a challenge, a threat, a condemnation and a lifeline, all rolled in one) would affect the Envoy. She was a Noble, was an Aodhian- her reactions would be miniscule, so carefully controlled that more would be likely to be inferred from what she chose not to show, than what she did.
Isador thought this, and then he blinked, because the hippocamp had fallen to her knees and burst into tears. Such anguish and grief emanated from the Envoy that, for a stupid moment, Isador thought that she was confessing to the murders herself.
She wasn’t, of course, but Isador was at that moment glad for his reputation as one who spoke only sparingly, because as he stood there and wrestled with the maelstrom of confusion, anger, and inexplicable grief, the King was rendered well and truly speechless. His eyes moved to Orisa as she spoke again, and her measured, smooth (and not doubt poison-tipped) words were a welcome return to normalcy, for all that Isador wished to introduce the smug Emissary to Sola and have done with the charade.
Isador’s eyes narrowed, just slightly, before he turned away to look at Aleksei. His shadow, however, remained very still, pointed towards Orisa.
“I am sure the Emissary has no desire to earn Aodh’s enmity,” Isador said quietly, his eyes swinging back to Orisa, until his body matched his shadow once more. “Though I suggest that further accusations are paired with proof, something which as of yet remains oddly absent. Words alone can be… misleading. Speak your, truths, plainly, or not at all.” It was an out for Orisa, as much as it was a warning. This is not over. Isador’s attention moved back to Tiffany.
“I did not realize you were unwell,” the King said, and there too was the mixture of truce and warning in his voice. “I will arrange for you to receive the care you need; you are excused if you wish to retire from this meeting.”
Far from over, indeed.
Just as duplicitous Talorians were far from the only danger nipping at Aodh’s flanks.
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Feb 8, 2019 21:13:14 GMT -6
Tiffany;Aodh | Envoy
I’ve got a thing for genuine people Wiping away her tears, Tiffany rose to her feet once more, barely feeling an ounce of shame for the show when she was basically saving her own ass for having a lack of knowledge about something so dire. It wasn't completely false, there truly was something wrong up there, she just had no idea what it was.
Looking her King directly in his eyes, Tiffany let the anguish drop and spoke with true sincerity, "Thank you ever so much for your kindness, your Grace. I truly wish I had more to tell you, but hopefully we can get this mess sorted out once I return to the Mainland. I think it would indeed do me best to step out for the rest of this discussion." Putting a shaky foot forward, Tiffany dropped into a bow. "King Isador, Advisers Aleksei and Celosia. Fellow Envoy, Orisa." She mentioned each by name looking them in their eyes. "My deepest apologies for being of no help today, perhaps with some rest and care, my mind will come back to what it's known to be." Without anymore hesitation, Tiffany hardened into her mask once more and slowly but surely left the court. She desperately needed the care of her bathhouse and a bottle of wine. She knew she would get caught up on the rest of the details later.
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Post by manabuns on Feb 17, 2019 14:06:49 GMT -6
| All the people you’ve been, which one is you? |
Celosia's expression never wavered, except for a miniscule quirk of her dark lips. One might've called it a smirk, almost. Friends of hers might've called it a smile. But whatever response she may have been formulating is promptly cut short by Tiffany's outburst. Hiccups and all, the sun above, she thinks with a touch of exasperation. "Curious indeed." The pegasai agrees, her hard expression has been tampered down to a more sympathetic one, lest the Envoy burst into another fresh wave of tears. Perhaps they would benefit conferring with the medics once Tiffany was seen to, to figure out what this selective bug might be. See what might be done. Regardless, there's no point in fixating on that. Not when the Talorian Emissary is still present, and has yet to answer their questions to a satisfactory note. So, with one last look of carefully crafted sympathy given to the Envoy, her attention returns to the matter at hand. "Yes, I would rather like to see the proof how a child, and a potion aged emin may murder perhaps one of the most guarded individuals in Hireath." Her gaze flicks over Orisa's shoulder for a moment, and then back to her. "War-forged have proved far more steadfast and honest in their intentions and information, can we say the same of Talori?" Her gaze moves to Isador, and the delicate large plumes upon her neck twitch. "Why did the Talori deem it unnessecary to send word to Aodh of these...supposed crimes. Why must we learn them through other sources, and why was their Emissary not informed that such information slipped through the cracks?"
It is far from over, but as with all things of intrigue and courtly conspiracies, there will be far more hoops to jump through and puzzles to navigate before the day is done. post: 4 // wordcount: 304
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Post by ThatDenver on Feb 17, 2019 19:00:24 GMT -6
ALEKSEI
Aleksei watched as the Envoy said her polite goodbyes and excused herself from their company. With her went the emotion, and Aleksei felt a bit silly afterwards, but hid it. Whatever it had been, he had clearly been the one most affected by it – perhaps understandably so, considering his history.
So only the Advisers and the foreign Emissary remained.
Aleksei nodded at Isador, although he felt doubtful. If the Talori did not wish for enmity, surely, they would have been honest. Instead, Orisa kept pretending that she did not know, and he could not see the point of it.
There was lying, and then there was staring at a crater in the earth and claiming it was not there, or that it was not a crater at all, but a lovely spring stream.
No, this was strange.
He nodded along, his agreement to Celosia’s words obvious. He felt that there was reason to contact the Talori government directly. Demand explanation from the source, not from an emissary sent here with their own agenda.
“We should get to the bottom of this. Gain our own intel”, Aleksei suggested airily, and then looked at Isador.
“Your Majesty, although yet another conflict is… Undesirable, to say the least, I feel that there is something very wrong here. We perhaps have more enemies than we thought”, he said. An unnerving thought. He wished it wasn’t so.
They already had so many.
Ultimately, it was up to Isador. He felt that going to war with Talori, in this situation, was not the greatest choice, but information, yes, that they could use.
Perhaps even a bit of force to gain their assistance in matters here, back in Aodh.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2019 19:54:13 GMT -6
20 AP and 20 CS to everyone |
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