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In Avalia 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Time: Morning
Location: Guavav Village - Menzai's home
Interactions: @Funnyguy Darius @Alivefalling Dante @Samreaper Menzai @Helo Cyrus
Equipment: Staff with unbreaking and shift enchantment(shifts into dagger), Her bag, Water Purifier, Flask, some shiny pebbles
Attire:Outfit, amulet with Millinia Crest, wooden butterfly earrings, various bracelets



"I'd love to hear it. I adore stories," Phia said to Darius with a smile.

Menzai seemed unsettled as when he spoke. Phia watched him, frowning, as his claws scratched audibly against the table. She placed her hand over his comfortingly. He seemed lost in thought for a while, and she remained silent, observing him with a sad expression until he abruptly rose and excused himself. Though tempted to follow him, she sensed he needed space.

After a prolonged silence, Cyrus spoke. Her eyes turned to the fairy, her expression brightening as he continued. She waited until he finished speaking before rising to give a polite bow, bending to her knees. "Your highness, Prince of the Fairy Kingdom, I had no idea I was in the presence of royalty. I am as fortunate to be in your presence as I am to be among these brave human warriors. It is truly an honor!"

She then shifted her gaze to Dante and Darius. "The fairy kingdom was once Prince Cyrus's kingdom. I am sure he can identify some familiar and trustworthy faces. It is honorable that his family tried to protect their people, and I am certain Cyrus is an admirable person."

Phia stepped over to stand before Darius, gently taking his hand in both of hers. "You're right, Darius. It's been a heavy few days, and we can't pretend all that stuff didn't happen... However, we can't move forward with such heavy hearts. It might be a good opportunity to lighten them with the uplifting joy of fun... And to fill ourselves with love from time spent with our comrades." She tapped his hand affectionately. "Then, we will all work to become stronger so we can protect each other better."


The Royal Curd




@Rodiak Nahir @Silverpaw Wulfric @FunnyGuy Lorenzo and Alexander @Helo Leo @Apex Sunburn Sjandehk @Potter Kira @JJ Doe Riona @Lava Alckon Farim

The Royal Curd is an exclusive, expensive new restaurant in the fine dining district of Sorian. The inside of the restaurant is gilded in gold and most everything is either gold or yellow. Portraits of King Edin holding cheese take up the majority of the wall space. There is a grand hall with a fountain with yellow water and the bathrooms are rumored to be extensively spacious.

As you enter, you will be greeted by a beautiful waitress in yellow:


"Welcome to The Royal Curd! We are delighted to have you here. If you possess a ticket bestowed by King Edin himself, you are cordially invited to enter our grand event free of charge. For those without a royal ticket, the entry fee is two hundred gold.”


You present her your golden ticket, and she smiles whilst offering you cheese samples.

"Cheesetastic! Welcome to The Royal Curd! Please come right in and take a left toward the event room. You will find King Edin seated at the grandest table, adorned with a majestic throne against the far wall. Velvet ropes will guide you to his table, as for this special event, King Edin is graciously allowing guests to have private audiences with him! Imagine the thrill of conversing with our revered king one on one! How exciting!"


However, to Prince Wulfric and Princess Anastasia, she greets them simply with a curtsy:

"Cheesetastic, your highness! Welcome to The Royal Curd! Please come right in and take a left toward the event room. Please let me know anything you need!"






Part 2


@Rodiak Nahir @Silverpaw Wulfric @FunnyGuy Lorenzo and Alexander @Helo Leo @Apex Sunburn Sjandehk @Potter Kira @JJ Doe Riona @Lava Alckon Farim

Upon reaching the front of the church, the bearers gently set the throne down with practiced ease, allowing King Edin to rise. As he steps forward, the bearers and attendants neatly arrange his cape behind him, ensuring that not a fold is out of place. Standing before his people, King Edin raises his hands ceremoniously, and a massive applause follows.

"My dear subjects," King Edin's voice booms through the grand hall, "Today, we gather not just to celebrate the divine favor bestowed upon us, but to honor the gods who have chosen me to guide this great nation."

He pauses, allowing the applause to wash over him, his smile broadening in the adoration. "It is with gratitude that I have accepted this sacred role, bestowed upon me by Primitus himself."

The congregation then responds with enthusiastic applause.

King Edin continues, "I am but a vessel through which the gods' will flows. In their infinite wisdom, they have seen fit to entrust me with the stewardship of Caesonia, ensuring that our land prospers under their divine guidance." His voice grows more fervent as he speaks, "Through me, their light shines, and it is my solemn duty to lead you all to greater glory and prosperity."

His eyes scan the room, deliberately avoiding direct eye contact but lingering just long enough on various sections of the guests to give the impression of a personal connection. It is then that a low, resonant rumble echoes through the church as the heavy doors creak open once more. A crowd of peasants loudly burst into the room with excited looks on their faces. Adorned in rags and what King Edin would describe as filth on their faces, they casually began to fill in the last seats in the empty rows. The increasing pressure from the crowd outside made the doors groan as they strained against the push of many hopeful attendees.

"Hey King! We're here for the cheese!"

King Edin’s eyes narrow slightly, his brow twitching. He smiles at the commoners as they sit. However, once the seats were filled, he made a decisive motion as he drew a hand across his neck. This subtle signal was immediately understood by the guards, who moved swiftly to close the doors. The heavy doors rumbled as they were pushed shut, the pressure from the crowd outside causing them to vibrate slightly.

Edin continued, his voice unwavering, "Together, under the watchful eyes of our gods, we shall continue to build a kingdom that reflects their divine perfection. A kingdom where each of us, guided by their light, can thrive and find our true purpose." He raised his hands higher, his tone dripping with self-importance, "For in the light of Zivitas and the wisdom of Imperis, I stand before you as your king, chosen by the heavens, destined to lead."

The applause that follows is thunderous, echoing through the grand hall, as King Edin basked in the adulation, his expression one of supreme satisfaction.

"And now," King Edin continues, a proud smile on his face, "I have the honor of unveiling a new portrait, painted by one of Caesonia’s finest artists. This masterpiece will inspire us all."

He gestures grandly to a large, draped canvas beside the altar. With a dramatic flourish, he pulls the sheet away, revealing the portrait. The crowd gasps as the painting is revealed, but not for the expected reasons. The artist’s rendition of King Edin was defaced with horns and a mustache drawn over his face.

King Edin’s smile freezes, his eyes wide as he stares at the defaced image. A flash of fury crosses his face, his knuckles white. The congregation holds its breath, waiting for his reaction.

With a forced smile and a barely concealed edge to his voice, he turns back to the crowd, "Ah, behold! The creativity of our people shines through." He laughs lightly, though the tension in his stance is palpable, "How brilliant! It captures the playful spirit of our great nation!"

The crowd, unsure at first, began to clap, the sound growing as they followed the king’s lead. King Edin, regaining his composure, spreads his arms wide, "Let us celebrate this artistic expression and the joy it brings, for it is in such moments that we see the true vibrancy of our culture!" He pauses, the gears in his mind turning before he finally continues, "....I shall now leave you with a final, uplifting song as our attendants distribute entrance tickets to the Royal Curd. I will grace the event with my presence and there will be an opportunity to meet and greet with your king. Thank you all for your unwavering loyalty and attendance today!"

As he concluded his speech, attendants quickly began distributing the entrance tickets for The Royal Curd among the congregation, while the choir and orchestra prepared to perform the final song.

King Edin, maintaining his demeanor, descends from the throne with practiced grace, his attendants moving swiftly to adjust his cape as he makes a hasty exit through the side door. Attendants are quick to cover up the painting as a woman leads the chorus.

The congregation is confused to say the least. Usually, these events go on much longer...

Nonetheless, people are quick to begin their departure as soon as they receive their tickets, as they are eager for some free food.


In the heavens high, the gods do reign,
Zivitas’ light, a guiding flame.
Triumpheus’ strength, a victor’s pride,
Amora’s love, forever by our side.

O Edin, our king, divinely blessed,
In your rule, we find our rest.
Prince Wulfric, legacy so grand,
Guides our future, hand in hand.

Hail Edin, king and light,
In your reign, the gods delight.
With Prince Wulfric, wise and strong,
To gods and king, we raise this song!



Count Landon Monet & Count Calbert Damien


Time: 11am
Location: Church of Sorian
Interactions: @Rodiak Nahir @Lava Alckon Farim



As the applause filled the air, Count Landon Monet, with an obligatory smile, clapped enthusiastically, though the tension in his jaw betrayed his true feelings. "Magnifique! Truly a sight to behold," he declared. This is absurd, all this pomp for a king who barely acknowledges his people. How do they all fall for this charade? His eyes flicked briefly to Calbert, gauging his reaction.

Calbert applauded with genuine enthusiasm, his smile warm and inviting, perfectly masking any personal reservations. "Ah, what a grand spectacle! King Edin's presence is always a reminder of our great fortune," he remarked smoothly. Turning slightly to address those behind him, he added with a wink, "Isn’t this just the most marvelous event you’ve ever seen?"

Fayette, from her position on Princess Anastasia's shoulders, nodded eagerly. "Yes, Monsieur Calbert! It was so beautiful! I loved the ballet dancers!" She exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder.

Beau, equally mesmerized, as he awkwardly remained by Prince Wulfric's side, "I want to be just like King Edin one day!" he declared with youthful exuberance.

Landon’s forced smile faltered, a flash of irritation crossing his face. He quickly regained his composure as his mind locked in on Prince Wulfric's presence, though the tightness in his expression was unmistakable.

No, Beau, you should aspire to be better, much better than King Edin.



Time:Morning
Location: Church of Sorian
Attire: Hair Style, Dress
Interaction:@FunnyGuy Lorenzo
Mention: @Silverpaw Wulfric @Samreaper Kazumin @Potter Olivia @Helo Leo @Tae Thea @TpartywithZombi Violet @ReusableSword Roman @PapaOso Cassius @JJ Doe Fritz/Ryn






As the grand ceremony unfolded with all its excess and grandeur, Charlotte found her attention drifting away from the spectacle almost immediately. To many in the room, this was an event that one could not tear their eyes from. To Charlotte, this was something she had endured throughout her entire life. As far as she was concerned, the Gods has never done her any favors so why should she do any for them? And of course, King Edin certainly had not! Tucked in the safety of the back row, she felt secure in just taking some much needed time for herself.

The cacophony of the choir and the music faded into a distant hum as she leaned back in her seat, her face hidden in her book. Committed to her promise, she first concentrated on drafting a list of advisors for Lorenzo—a task proving more challenging than anticipated. Prince Wulfric would undoubtedly favor nominees from the upper echelons of society, yet such individuals were often too preoccupied to provide Lorenzo with the consistent guidance he required. Additionally, they all didn't like him... And Charlotte did not like them either. Thus, those who made the most sense were people around Lorenzo often. That meant she, herself, was an option, however, taking advice from a woman was something he'd be ridiculed for. Nonetheless, she decided to put herself on the list. She intentionally left off Delilah, aware of her disinterest in the role, and excluded Benjamin for his eccentricities.

Potential Advisors for Lorenzo:


Lottie

Pros:
• Knows Lorenzo well
• Was an excellent student in school
• In constant vicinity of Lorenzo
• Good taste in food

Cons:
• Fun personality is intimidating
• Hates politics
• Most people will not respect the choice of taking advice from a woman

Kier

Pros:
• Always alert and sneaky
• Cute
• Is a long noodle

Cons:
• Steals everything
• Doesn't speak English
• Is on this list in jest

Gilbert

Pros:
• Very smart
• Cooks like an angel
• Decisive
• Lives in our house

Cons:
• He's grumpy
• Man of few words
• May consider violence

Nathaniel

Pros:
• Personally assists Lorenzo already
• Well-mannered
• Respectable
• Lives in our house

Cons:
• Questionable if he will agree to do it
• Gives judgmental looks


Once her list was finished, she ripped it from her journal and slipped the page into Lorenzo's hand to review. At this point, she glanced up and noticed the paper mache Edin heads. "Oh." She commented softly. If the man's face didn't fill her with such disgust, she might have laughed. With a sigh, Charlotte returned her gaze downward.

On the clean page, she started writing down her thoughts.

Last night was a storm of emotions and revelations.

My encounter with Count Calbert was more harrowing than I could have ever anticipated.
His threats still echo in my mind, and so do his words as he revealed that he knew Kazumin and Seph had been sheltered in my home.

I simply do not understand this. No matter how I wrap my head around the situation, I cannot name one person in the situation who would have informed him of such knowledge.

Lorenzo protected us.
Kazu and Persephone would be endangering themselves only to reveal so.
Delilah and Gilbert are family.
And Count Fritz has only been kind... Why would he? Would he even?

Why has he been kind? Should I mistrust random acts of kindness?
But then how will I ever enjoy the companionship of others if I live in my life in such a manner?

My mother had always said I was too naive for this world.
I know there is truth to this, that I am sheltered and inexperienced.

I know that I am weak, but I must continue to try.
For mama, papa, Lorenzo, Delilah, and Gilbert.
For my darling Thea and Leo.
For Crystal and Violet, whose very names make my heart ache at this moment.
For Roman, whose name does not belong ridiculed in our morning paper.

And for my new friends, Kazumin, Persephone and Fritz, who I must now betray.


Her expression saddened and she pulled her knees inward.

I cannot inform them of Calbert's threats.

Keeping such a thing from my friends is a heavy burden, but I believe it’s necessary to protect them. If they were to confront Calbert or retaliate, it could only serve to endanger them further and tighten his grip around us all.

I hope that the fewer dramatics that occur going forward, the better chance Calbert will let his guard down. I truly want to hope that everything he told me had been a simple bluff.

But in my heart, I know there is evil in that man and that he will choose to do things to harm them, so I must find a way. I could try to convince them to not travel alone, especially at night. If I am to be a poor friend and choose to withhold such an important truth, then I must at least be willing to do anything to protect them from the danger that lies ahead.

What a frightful notion. Skinny, mousy Lottie being the one to stand between you and danger.

Perhaps I should be praying to these Gods with everyone else if they even exist.

It's no wonder I almost broke down in the middle of that ballroom.

For a moment I let myself feel that dread deep in my soul. I know better than that. I know that letting that dread will only result in a self-fulfilling prophecy.

I must be stronger than that and have hope that good will prevail.

On a brighter note, Cassius was…unexpectedly comforting. He appeared as my world crumbling around me, and he held me together. There’s a warmth in him, a kindness that I didn’t expect from a spawn of Calbert. I find myself curious about the man behind the mask, and I do not just mean the one he wore to the masquerade. As I scan the church, I can’t help but look for him next to Calbert, but he’s nowhere to be seen. Perhaps it’s for the best.

For now, I must focus on what I can do to help prepare and protect my friends. I will gather my courage and face whatever comes my way with resolve.



Time: Morning
Location: Church of Sorian
Attire:Dress, Flats, Crown and Earrings
Interaction: @Lava Alckon Farim @Rodiak Nahir @Potter Kira @Silverpaw Wulfric


"Aw, thanks, Nahir! I think so too! I look amazing in pink, don't I?" The princess agreed with a charming giggle. With a smile, she touched her arm gently as she assured her, "You're gonna love it. Our religious ceremonies are enjoyable, actually."

Anastasia then looked over her shoulder upon hearing a voice greet them. She immediately beamed at the girl and waved without hesitation. "Hi Kira! Yeah, come pop a squat!"

Her brother's arrival followed within seconds. Initially, her smile broadened. "Wulfy awoooo!" She added another greeting with a giggle. Unfortunately, the wolf found its prey in Kira and immediately went in for the kill. Her smile fell, and she sighed. He's never gonna get invited to parties if he keeps this up. As if to echo Wulfric's call for protocol, the guards along the wall got closer.

Lame.

At least Nahir seemed to have a reasonable compromise. She appeared as nice and intelligent as Farim. Thus far, Anastasia had a great impression of the Alidasht royals. She gave Kira a sympathetic smile, "Sorry, sweetie, catch up with us later for some cheese... I'd love to get to know you!"

It was then that the background music faded off, and the side door opened. She was quick to rise, craning her head excitedly as Father Aldric Von entered the room. She didn't quite know the words as everyone started chanting with him, so she instead turned her attention to Count Monet's children, who had both climbed over the pews to crawl on the floor by the royals' feet. Finally, the grand doors in the back opened.

A tug at her skirt pulled Anastasia's gaze, and she smiled. Young Fayette Monet was looking up at her with a shy grin. Annie knelt down and assisted the child in climbing on her back, then rose back up. "Can you see now, Fayette?"

"Thank you, princess!" The child chirped and hugged her neck. The ceremony was as loud and intense as Anastasia always remembered it. It was more like a parade than what others may have imagined a religious ceremony to be, but Annie had always loved it since she was a child. It had always been exciting for her, and clearly, Count Monet's children were excited about it too. She could hear Fayette gasping in her ear. Meanwhile, young Beau was standing by the end of the pew watching the scene by Wulfric. Annie noticed him glancing up at the prince with admiration every time he wasn't looking and smirked to herself.

She smiled upon seeing her father being brought in. It was still nice, despite it all, to see him appreciated for his role as King. Anastasia wanted to join in the applause, though her hands were busy holding the little girl's legs up still.

Farim's voice reached her ears as the applause began to die down, and she said, "Oh for sure. Fay and I saw it all!"
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In Avalia 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location: Camp outside Roshmi
Interaction: @Apex Sunburn Scathael, @FunnyGuy Thraash @ShiningSector FIVE
Equipment: Repeating crossbow, a bag, sword, two daggers, 3 small red potions, 1 large red potion, 1 large blue potion, hoverboard, portable solar box, eye protectors, fire starter kit, channeling gloves that turn her light magic orange, makeup, perfume, a skull she wears as a mask and a disguise ring





"Yeah I am. " Mari responded to the dark elf immediately, though surprisingly she kept her tone low, respecting his wishes. "I feel like we should be looking for whoever did that to that town so I can shove this up their ass." She gestured with the sword at her side before letting it drop. "That was so fucked up... And I guess I have no right to be bitching since that was your home." Her eyes slid to Vallana, her expression softening. "And hers.'

A surprised expression followed that included a slight grimace as FIVE offered something to Scathael to put in his tea. That thing better not be trying to poison them. Can warforged even demonstrate sympathy or even a desire to help others? What's the game here?

Meanwhile, Aerilyn seemed entirely nonchalant, focused on returning to the goblins and manticore hunting. Mari gritted her teeth and shook her leg anxiously, her gaze locked on Vallana as thoughts raced in her head. The urge to confront Aerilyn was strong, to tell her this wasn't something they should just move on from. But the bunny demihuman carried on with further reasoning that was annoyingly logical. It made no sense to linger in one place too long given the circumstances.

What do you care, Mari? This is what you want. You and Thraash are here to make some amas and move on.

Rising from her seat, she moved with a restless energy to serve herself some boar, tearing into it with a ferocity that bordered on aggression. Each rip of meat from bone seemed to release a bit of her pent-up tension. Returning to her seat, she devoured the meal within minutes.

Once finished, she armed and prepared herself. "You'll lead the way, Aerilyn?" Mari asked as she fastened her hair up.

Lorenzo & Charlotte

Time: Morning
Location: Sorian Church

Lorenzo could not help but feel a bit nervous as he and Charlotte arrived at the church. Especially with his streak of causing some type of commotion at whatever gathering he attended. This time (for sure!) he would ensure that he would make no wrong moves. This wouldn't be like the beach. This wouldn't be like the ball. This wouldn't be like breakfast at the park. This wouldn't be like the theater play. This wouldn't be like the dinner with the Alidasht royal family. And to top it all off, Lorenzo hadn't relapsed…yet.

He found Charlotte's suggestion of sitting in the back as they both entered to be genius. It would keep them out of sight and out of mind to the others in attendance and also give them the…

“Perfect opportunity to make fun of the backs of people's heads.” Lorenzo whispered with a mischievous grin.

She giggled and nudged him lightly with her elbow, “And after your legendary hat contest, I'm sure you're more than qualified to judge.” With a small journal in her hand, she and Lorenzo made their way over to a less populated pew in the back and took their seats. “So tell me, what earns the top marks in the Duke of Vermillion’s grand hat league? The audacity of the feathers or the sheer altitude of the hats?” Charlotte then mused with mirth in her gaze. Lorenzo pressed his lips together, stifling a laugh. He briefly allowed a smile to break free before putting on a serious face.

“Hmph. Well, Lady Vikena the feathers and attitudes of competing hats are indeed qualifying factors to earn a place in the realm of the grand hat league but it is often a unique flair that allows a hat to outshine all others.” Lorenzo held his nose up high like a pompous art critic.

“Oh well I’ll certainly keep that in mind. I plan to win the next one.” She patted her head with a cheeky smile. “Going to have a real show-stopper up on this noggin of mine.”

“For instance,” his voice became a whisper. “Do you see the ears on that man three pews ahead, in the blue…” She followed his gaze as he spoke of a man in blue, hesitating briefly. “Charlotte, my dear, if that man turns his head too quickly, he might blow half the members of his pew away.”

“...Oh goodness. The poor dear. “ Charlotte shook her head and teased him, “We’re in a church, we should be nice.” A smirk slowly grew on her lips and she added in a whisper, “It’ll most likely be King Edin’s ego that takes up all the air space in the room and throws us all off the pews.”

“For a second I thought you were mistaking ego for his intolerance to dairy but we haven’t gotten to that part just yet. Speaking of, are you up for attending the grand opening of The Royal Curd as well?” He wondered if she ever felt any event fatigue with so much happening this courting season.

Charlotte sighed thoughtfully. “Hmm… I am a little weary from the ball last night, however, if you are going, I’d like to come with you.” She smiled at him but her eyes saddened, a sight Lorenzo never wished to see on his precious daughter's face. “Truthfully, I’ve missed spending time with you the last few days. I was really glad to hear you wanted me to come with you this morning.”

“Lottie.” He took her hand in his, squeezing it firmly. She returned the gesture immediately and affectionately. “It’s how things should always be. You and I against… whoever seeks to usurp the mighty fairy mermaid queen. And, I'm so very sorry if I made you believe otherwise with how I behaved in the carriage that night. There's no excuse for that and… I don't want to ever worry you… so we can have a long discussion about the things in my room… but only after enjoying all the cheese you can eat.” He smiled, his eyes glistening as they slightly teared up.

As he spoke, the smile on her face finally reached her eyes. “Well… Nobody would respect a future duchess who refused free cheese, so a cheese party it is.” She then leaned her head on his shoulder and added softly, “It’ll always be you and I; I have your back no matter what.”

“And I am grateful, Lottie. I wouldn't have it any other way…” Lorenzo peered down at her, giving her hand another comforting squeeze. “Lottie, you do have my back no matter what. If only you could be my advisor.” He sighed. “Finding someone suitable has been a tad difficult and if I don't choose before Prince Wulfric becomes impatient, he'll select someone for me.”

“... Hmm. Do not fret. I will prepare a list of options for you by the end of this event…” She removed her pen from the binder of the journal, a click filling the air. “Did Prince Wulfric present you any guidelines for what constitutes someone suitable?”

“Hmm.” Lorenzo scratched his head trying to recall the conversation. It was funny how clearly he remembered the prince's unamused expressions more than his words. “I don't think so but it should be someone I would listen to. Someone to help me make better decisions. Emina had been that for me-… though I believe I… I believe I often upset her.”

Charlotte was quiet for a moment before she said, “I often upset her too.” She opened the journal and got to work writing. “No peeking.”

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