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ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

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//Rhinecliff Estate
_{@Estylwen@Click This}

By rights, this was a confession with a duchess as audience. He had the right too to slay them with impunity, for though they were children, though they were nobles like himself, an affront to his estate, even at the behest of a Queen, was simply that grave an offense. If they begged for clemency, then they had proven already that they knew what lines they had crossed and could not claim ignorance.

And perhaps a swift death now would be preferrable to what was to come.

Laurent gazed off to the side, seeing the arrival of his servants once more, and gestured for them to continue as they were. Another chair was brought in, as were platters of food. The autumn harvest was underway, and the bounties of a summer’s labour were now presented before the lords and ladies in attendance. Platters of fruit, steaming bowls of soup, and fresh-baked bread served to accompany the venison that was brought from the kitchens as a centerpiece. One of his butlers had retrieved a bottle of wine from the cellar as well, distilled from the batch of blueberries from four years ago. The aroma was sweet, the taste was light, all serving as more of a palate cleanser than anything else.

He pulled a chair out for the Duchess, then sat down himself.

“The weather’s too fine and the company too fair for such dreary topics as crime and punishment,” Laurent spoke. “The late Lord Skybound was a dear friend to me back when we remained yet unfettered with noble duties, and it would be a disservice to our friendship to treat his kin as lawbreakers. Raise your heads, Asteria, Mene, and join the table.”

As all participants seated themselves, the Duke moved to pour tea for all involved.

“So, how has Hathforth been of late? I've not yet opportunity to make it out there myself, but I hope that the taxes have been put to good use?"

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

She's probably a lot more high-strung than he usually is. Laurent himself has a thicker veneer of amicability in most cases.

But this is funny too.

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

What can I say?

“But we know better, don’t we?” His eyes narrowed. “Why don’t you tell them, Duke Rhinecliff?”

The guy has a point. ;3

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Lets eat kids.

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Esfir has been pretty non-vocal so far. If he offers though, sure.

Black Clover: Fool's Arcana

Is it really a good idea to train with fire while iinside a carriage!? That... That doesn't seem like something OSHA'd be okay with. o_o;

I did like how Sol thinks this is a tournament you can win, rather than an eaxm though. Made me churtle. :P

@Xaltwind

All exams are tournaments if you think about getting first place in em. If there are marks involved, ya get the highest marks. If there are solicitations from Magic Knight groups involved, you gotta be the fella who gets the most attention from em.

Anyways, all that said, the winner of the exam shall be I.

Black Clover: Fool's Arcana

_@Remram

An impact from behind jostled her shoulder and instantly, Kreszenz’s mind flashed through an entire flow chart of possibilities. It could have been a thief. An assassin. An accident. Another asshole trying to pick another fight. An intentional impact made in order to draw her attention and initiate conversation. The words that the cat-like boy spoke registered, a banal apology unfitting of her position, but his intonation was genuine, if not somewhat dismissive. He wasn’t an enemy, and his companion had all the affects of a noble, so the boy himself must be a servant of sorts.

Or a friend. Some aristocrats were quite friendly with commoners.

Regardless, that singular impact was enough. Kreszenz flicked her cloak to the side and immediately drew out her grimoire from its leather holster. A three-leafed clover adorned its cover, intersecting an embellishment of a golden rose with a jagged stem. Was she seriously going to kill a child for bumping into her on accident? Lightning crackled, the grimoire’s pages flipping speedily, the build-up of mana bright through her veins.

“Caesura.”

Twinned orbs manifested, spinning around each other in conjoined orbits before the force of their cycles tore them apart. One merged with Kreszenz, the other flying up into a neighbouring rooftop. She set a glare upon the raven-haired boy, her head tilted slightly upwards and to the side. An accident was just that. And it was a failure of administration and city-management rather than mere individual carelessness.

But did she have to be accepting of that? Did she have to forgive that?

“A mere commoner deigns it necessary to console this esteemed self over such a trivial incident? Spare not another thought upon this, boy, and dedicate your concern instead towards the trial that shall determine your life’s worth.”

And with the manifestation of polarities, Kreszenz flew skywards, her feet barely clearing Ludo’s head (he should be thankful she had worn the soles of her boots down so heavily) as she skidded to a stop upon the roofs of the buildings lining the street. From her vantage point, she looked down at him once more, as if confirming that this was the proper way of interacting with the unwashed masses, before the haughty young lady continued through her exclusive avenue of travel.

Indeed, she supposed she may spare him a sliver of gratitude for confirming that it was upon solitary heights, rather than within the motley stream, that the Leichenberg heiress belonged.

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Will be taking Leather Shoes and Bolas then.

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Ah k, thought it was one total from one of the categories.

Iris Ascendis

No, it’s technically just a private affair that you wouldn’t know of if the participants didn’t tell you of it. Otis knows through Ciara.