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The Crown Jewel of Storia was buzzing with an unusually high level of activity. For the past two weeks ships have been arriving from across the sea dropping passengers of all ships and sizes, at the same time the great caravans have moved across the sand seas moving in towards the capital with them travelers forging a path across the unforgiving sun blasted scape towards the fabled "crossroads of civilization". They all come for the same reason, The Crown Princess of Stoira Ariannona Escaphant Mylene Rosberg was to come of age this day and following old tradition the capital will be filled with revelry and festivities for five days and five nights, and in this short time Dasma will be the greatest shining beacon of civilization in all of Austry. The festivity and joy that comes with them, come at a much needed time for the Kingdom of Storia. The last several years have been hard on the small kingdom caught in the middle of a long and terrible cold war between the Elladein and Arashan Empires. Storia has been the theatre for this play of intrigue serving as the staging ground for a new war between these old foes. But even as the night of the Royal Ball draws close to mark the start of these festivities, a shadow looms over the city. In the dark, a plot brews incited by forces unknown. An assassination has been planned which will drag.... a mixed group of individuals on a rather interesting adventure.


Prologue: A Royal Engagement




The Royal Palace is an ornate affair, a remnant of the old times when Dasma was one of the many Ur'akrathian Imperial Estates, completed in the last days of the fallen empire. Located at the center of the city in the aptly named Palace District it easily towered over any building in the city a brilliant structure made of shining white stone. A testament to the will and reach of the Ur'akrtah Empire having dragged the stone from quarries far across the sea and in the inland of what would become the Arashan Empire. The sheer logistical planning of it all easily dwarfed any "grand monument" built in the modern era. In the current midday sun, the coastal rays bounced across the white surface making the white stone and gold glitter in the light.

An air of excitement mixed with a very real sense of growing hysteria to the point of being almost palatable. All through the past several weeks servants have been coming in and out of the palace at rapid rates carrying large parcels and directing in carriages filled with foreign dignitaries and wagons filled with supplies for the upcoming festivities. Huge galleons pulled into the ports dropping off people and items from afar as the docking spires in the city were constantly filled with airships coming in from across the lands, so many at some points that not even the fierce desert sun could break through at certain locations. The royal guards were working in double overtime, with watch sizes increased and patrols paths doubled over the last few weeks to help maintain order. The Palace District itself was under heavy guard with guards stationed at each of the four main gates only allowing in those with the proper papers to enter be they nobles, workers, servants etc.

The Merchants flocked down the King's Row setting up their stalls and shops filling the air with the sounds of many different tongues, languages and tones. They were all trying to make a quick sum off of the large influx of new visitors to the city and the King's Row being the main path through Dasma was where these congregation would be the highest. They sold "exotict wonders", panceas, potions, and pots of ornate metals. All yelling to be atop of one another in the sea of noise, all boasting the "best prices in all of Austry" and all with the hungry hint of greed upon their eyes.

From above in the Royal Palace looking out through a small viewing window all this chaos and activity looked mute and tiny from so high above to the Princess. Little shapes moving across rows upon rows of streets that looked like the rows of a great vineyard stretching out into the distance. Of course it was hard for her to even focus on the events of the world outside her window due to the swarm of activity around her. She was currently standing on a small elevated platform as five servants moved up about her. It had been like that for the past hour or so, as they continued putting on and taking off gown after dress, after ornate display. Ari found the entire thing to be rather dreadful really, five different dresses for each day of the festival seemed like a rather large amount when she could just wear one, adding in with the fact that well she was a grown woman, she really didn't need the servants to be dressing her still.

"It's all just so much." She spoke to her companion standing next to her observing the chaos as it circled around her. Grunda had been with the Rosberg Family since before Ari's father had been born. A giantess almost eight feet in height, once upon a time she had been the Captain of the Royal Guard but as her age progressed she moved onto a less physically demanding role as the caretaker of the children of the King having done so with Ari, her father and her father's father before him. A moving mountain her face was kind and old hardened over the years and with long white hair braided together and reaching the small of her back. A body of strong muscle and still able to handle any knight in a duel she was a woman of great wisdom and experience. At Ari's voice breaking through the giantess chuckled and put a strong calloused hand upon her shoulder.

"Aye, lass but of course yeh must remember. The festival is more of a display for the foreign powers and the people then it is for the likes of you and I. We are just the puppets playing the show for them." She was right of course, sure was her coming of age an important moment in her life? Yes but did it require such extravagance? Well that was certainly debateable. But it did show those nobles from across the lands and seas the wealth and power of Storia maybe possibly enticing them to either renew trade contracts or sign military agreements. And it was a moral boost to the people of the kingdom allowing them for the first time in many moons to actually relax and have fun at least.

"Yes, I know of course. It just feels like everything is changing and I don't know how to feel about that." She told Grunda as she was turned the other way by the servants to view herself in a mirror almost as tall as her companion.

"Oh little one.... Of course things change. They always change."
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"Well that's just fuggin' great," Thought Dogface, "The first time in forever that the whole queendom -nay, the very world- has been revelling simultaneously, the one day that the world's most diverse selection of booze is available in one convenient place, and I forgot where I buried all my fucking money!"

He sniffed in the air uselessly, hoping desperately to pick up the metallic smell of gold... Then swiftly realizing he'd only find everyone else's money before he found his. There was clearly only two solutions to this problem, and both of them were immoral. He decided to take the easier route first, aiming to snatch coins from a few of the wealthier, more inebriated festival-goers without them noticing...

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"This is all very nice," Thought Ferris, "The first time in forever that almost the whole queendom is smiling!"

He recognized that it was likely due to his life as a service machine that caused him to find joy in other people's happiness, but that statement didn't feel quite right. After all, the other creatures seemed to like it when others were happy... Perhaps it was natural, to enjoy happiness. What a strange, self-replicating, and enduring emotion. He casually waved to new passers by as he clomped heavily through the streets of the market.
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With her elven height, Hylil could easily see over the heads of the humans. This grand spectacle of theirs was not exactly to her taste; however, it was an event that would not happen again anytime soon, and by the time the next heir came of age, she would likely be halfway around the world.
So the elfmaid shrugged and continued on her path, wandering through the festivities in search of something that caught her fancy. She scorned the jewelers and ignored those selling foodstuffs. Many others sold things that seemed truly frivolous to the shieldmaid, but there were a few who seemed to be capitalizing on the amount of travelers that had come, and Hylil could use a new pair of boots.
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=Gerald Dachayn : The Streets of Dasma=

As the day dwell onward, a sizable man trudged through the forlorn city, grasping some of the flesh of a recently deceased horse which stained his gauntlet dull crimson hue. The man quietly deposited the sun-baked meat into his satchel which was mildly swinging with each steady step. The festivities about ringed within his ears as he eyed the excitable crowd swiftly tread past the taller than average man who displayed a beam of interest within the jubilation. The mercenary heard of myriads of such commemorations, but never in his life was given first hand experience.

And of course, with inexperience comes a possible abundance of blunders. However, if the celebration consisted of familiar situations he partook in his journeys, then such a time would not come off as foreign to his eye. As the man continued to bask in the forlorn city, he pondered on where his next prospector possibly was. Altering where his gloved hands location was, Gerald began rubbing the scruff on his face as he studied the current district he was located in. Traversing to the side, Gerald was engulfed within the mild shade of a parched building that appear bleached to the common eye.

Exhaling mildly, the man extending a hand into his bag, the faint clinking of each flask could barely be heard with the sound of people chattering as they spoke about trivial matters that had little to no relatedness for the person he was wishing to make his acquaintance with... of course, with people talking about things such as faulty panacea's they bought, or the creation of forged parchment to enter some ball transpiring later tonight. "Hmph, no skin off my nose," a gruff voice from the beaten armor spoke as he obtained papyrus which was slightly damaged from the elongated travel.

Unraveling the dull, yellow paper revealed a surface compromised of intricate writing, pleasant to the eye but perfectly legible so one wouldn't struggle in identifying each word. After staring the paper down for a couple of seconds, Gerald stuffed the item containing the nobles name back into the confines of his sheltered satchel. "Jessafel Tellath, an aristocrat seeking assistance; currently located in the city of Dasma, a.k.a the crowned jewel embedded within tiny grains of sand..." The man melded into the flowing group of people as he spoke about a possible employer. As he continued traversing the dusty paths, more people began mentioning inquisitive things, such as marriage of the princess to a prospective candidate.

Gerald held no true curiosity within the affairs of nobles, running away from such a detrimental and banal lifestyle. The man could only muse on how anyone could be properly sane from being tied down by the shackles of corrupt politics and rudimentary lies. Despite not heralding any true interest, his mind held a dangerously stupid and obviously venereal assessment which he later dismissed as silly. "Attempting to possibly have an amour with the Princess would sow irreversible entropy within the hierarchy and would disrupt the balance of power between all the nations... even with the two Empires are betwixt with a mundane cold war could cause a possible escalation to conflict. That, and I'm not sure I can properly sneak in and bed her without having her incarcerate me... bah, why am I think about irrelevant things that don't pertain to the reason for relocating myself to Dasma?! I need to seek my future employer first, think about other reckless endeavors later."

As he dismissed the notion, a smug smile crept upon the former aristocrats face as he was brought back once more to the rationale which gave light to what Gerald became. He didn't make it this far just by taking the sheltered route, so who else would define such a benevolent twist in his destiny other than fate?... However, it was most likely that he would not bed the Princess, nay, coming Queen, lest he was to lose his head in the witless operation. At this point in time as the dust began to pick up with the people gathering around, Gerald brought himself back to speed on what his current predicament was - locating Jessafel. Once he completed whatever arduous duty they conjured up, he would be free to think about recently read books, the current topics circulating around the capital, and just seeing the unknown landscape with his own eyes.

Eventually after some traversing around the forlorn area, Gerald came upon Kings Row where most commoners and merchants alike were congregating, spinning tales and rumors that were either familiar to Gerald's ear or contemporary to the man. Either way, the fascination with the trickling yellow was just as much interest to Gerald as the yellow teeth they sported. However he was certain that someone gleaned the information about the blue blood somewhere... Traversing up to the nearest merchant who appeared rather euphoric over the stream of customers practically giving the woman their coin.

Gerald practically started browsing her wares as she responded to people procuring goods that gave off the appearance of mysticism and reverence to the naked eyes. Of course, to others it gave off the air of fraudulence. Gerald did not distinctly care if the wares she sold were false or not as the man only cared about the information she had. Eventually she responded to the man with baubles and runes engraved upon stone. Gerald displayed no inherent interest in the petty trinkets and instead went straight to the point.

"Miss," Gerald spoke, holding some curiosity in his eyes for reports on the noble. In an instant, her eyes lit up and she spoke for a few seconds to a minute while micromanaging other customers. She ended up talking about various objects she "found" in some distant lands that no one else could comprehend. Of course, as much as Gerald tried, he could not intercept her as the moment he attempted to converse with the lady, she attempted marketing her junk.

So Gerald just left her stand, sauntering away, much to the woman's displeasure who was practically begging for him to come back. Sighing, the man ruffled his hair for a bit as he tread over to the next vendor, getting the slight feeling that it was going to take a lengthy amount of time before accumulating the knowledge about where to locate Jessafel. But hey, who was he to argue? It only made it a tinge bit interesting since Gerald never really dealt with a situation with pesky peddlers... of course, he also knew that time was money and they were all depriving him of gold they could have if the transaction of information took longer than expected.

Of course, he could eventually take the imprudent route... I mean, that daring attitude got him to where he was today and it was going to certainly take Gerald to captivating new places, and riveting adventures.
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