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Post by Yuno on Jan 31, 2012 3:40:19 GMT
Okay well if others want to join feel free!
The Great Union only meets once every decade. It is a time where the rival clans and houses are at peace with each other. Certainly petty politics run rampant, but even the Chatar stop their sneaky ways to celebrate the times of the Caretaker. It is for this week that many tents are arranged, piles of food and entertainment are prepared just for the occasion. Young couples hoping for good luck are married and there is much dancing.
But this time, each of you senses that something Is off. Perhaps it is the dreams you’ve had of murder and death at its highest. Maybe it’s just something in the air, either way, each dream ends on the dance floor..perhaps you should go there.
Shay moved quietly her slipper feet padding softly over the stone ground. Her guards were around watching for pick pockets or any that might attempt to disrupt the peace. She smiled at them as they reached the court of rogues. It was here that the great dances took place every decade. It was here that clan leaders and nobles were as likely to dance with each other as peasants. She turned waving off the men with her to have a good time commenting that she wished them luck in finding some lasses.
She smiled eyeing the dance her tail flicking about idly as she watched the steps looking for a place to join. Her dress was of a dark black and grey clothe that hugged her upper body and then flowed outwards. She smiled as a Unsoule captain offered her his arm and she accepted it joining into the dance with quick practiced steps her long hair slowly making its way out of the bun that someone had worked very hard to create.
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Post by Esiphas on Jan 31, 2012 8:49:38 GMT
Grimm stood on a crest of a nearby rocky outcropping, his ragged raven-feather cloak rustling in the soft wind. He held a ragged, burnt feather in in hand. "There is much in the way of odditys i wish to see, but now... Now i must investigate this matter too." With that, he jumped, and in a flash of purple fire, He was gone.
He reapearred in the fire of a young "Magical" street entertainer, to the general surprise and enntertainment of the crowd. He nodded to the young unsoule 'Magician' as though he was part of his act, then swept up his cloak and went thriugh the tent the entertainer used. Seeing as the young man didnt follow him, he guessed he didnt mind. Grim wandered aimlessly for a while, occasionally stopping to see some curious charm or sculpture. Then he found himself at the entrance to the dance floor. Chuckling darkly, yet whole heartedly, he entered.
It was quite a spectacle. Dancers of all Races, mixed and varied, moved together in near harmony. There were very few unsoule amongst the dancers, and most had partneted with other Unsoule. One or two had human partners, and one had an irrefutably fair... "Crossbreed" said Grimm, curiously. Taking out his private hipflask, he took a long draught, and then said "I should very much like tospeak with her."
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Post by The ranger on Jan 31, 2012 21:44:22 GMT
" wake up." was the voice ken'tal heard in his dream. it was nice a large open field and a mine a few feet from where he was. a small house. "wake up"he heard again. where was it coming from, that's when the hand came and smacked him awake. as he arose he looked around. must have passed out. he stood from the shady tavern and walked up to his room. he took his armor off his helm. and placed them in a pack as he put his wolf fur hood over him and his torn cloak. his body was marked and scared up from what they could see, he placed a metal mask over his mouth as he walked down with his pack over his shoulder.. as he entered the tavern floor he overheard the people talking, "yep so i heard the dance is tonight," that's all he had to hear as he starts his way to this 'dance'
as he made his way people didn't stop to ask him who he was he just went on into the tent that seemed to be the main area. the people there. the mortals as he called everyone even himself. so he sat down in one area and waited his Axe he placed besides him he didn't wander to dance but there was some very cute females in this place yet he sat and waited
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Jan 31, 2012 23:12:27 GMT
Grell stood at the entrance to his tent, his blades still were strapped to his waist but his usual armor was dressing a mannequin in his tent. "Do not let anyone into my tent or so help me you will wish my father was here to save you." He whispered as he left adjusting a tunic that his hand maiden had personally chosen.
"Excuse me." He said to a passing Human. "May I have your name?" She was pretty, petite with deep brown hair. "I would be happy if you would allow me to accompany you to the dance."
"My name? My name is Myranda, yes I will accompany you." She blushed. It was all part of his master plan. He needed a reason to be at the dance and this would be it.
"My name is Grell. If you need anything please tell my hand maiden and she will get whatever you need." He finished this by waving over the old women, and he departed towards the feasting hall.
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Post by Yuno on Feb 1, 2012 3:12:42 GMT
The dance floor swirled out and around as the final dance before feasting began. As Grimm stood at the edge watching the proceedings a rather drunk Haylear woman reached out grabbing his hand and dragging him into the dance as Grell and his escort joined the fray. As Grimm was spun and tossed between different partners as his abandoned him he found himself dancing with a giggling Chatar girl who couldn’t be more than four years old. “ShaylaSHay look at the birdy!” He watched the beautiful half breed turn from her partner smiling at the little girl and then following her finger to see Grimm. He watched as the dancers separated briefly as the men were forced to spin in circles around the ladies.
When he finally came to a stop he saw the little girl was now in the arms of the half breed who smiled at him as the little girl continued to giggle and babble things about the big birdy. Soon the Chatar had leapt out of the woman’s hands and was dancing through the couples again as Shay grinned offering him her hand for the last half of the dance much to the surprise and dislike of her old partner.
Grell’s lass seemed to chatter on about how lovely the party was and thanked him blushing for bringing her in. He watched a young Chatar girl brush past his legs causing him to faulter briefly. It was then that he noticed his missing coin purse as he heard the girls giggles and delighted squeals of triumph. It took him no effort to remember the Half breed had seemed connected to the girl.
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Feb 1, 2012 6:49:25 GMT
"Twas my pleasure ma' lady." Grell said bowing low. He noticed Grimm, cloaked and looking rather annoyed. "Can I be of assistance? I am Grell, son of Haddar Do'Rectra." He said noticing the odd mask and then Grimm's skin tone. "You are of my race. Please feel free I am always at hand for those of my father's people."
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Post by Edzilla on Feb 1, 2012 8:19:28 GMT
"Oh how I do love to watch them dance," she said watching from her perch. She met eyes with the eyes of a beautiful winged being. Outsiders were never her speciality and she was always far to lustful for her role. She swooped down on her dainty little wings landing on a haylears head who proceeded to have a little fright. At which point she saw grimm. "Strange looking man, he looks rather pale." She then saw grell and the half breed. Looks like their all here, seems my feeling was right, something bad is waiting to happen.
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Post by The ranger on Feb 1, 2012 13:20:13 GMT
Ken'tal arose from his seat his dark blue hood slid off the top of his head revealing a scar across his face and the short black hair. Lovely. He thought as he saw a groupe of people talking, 2 shades a half breed and the winged folk he never could pronounce the name. He felt left out it was never fun yes but still. As he stood a few people took noticed of the scared body, was he a knight one man whispered to another, a slave? One wandered. But no one would know, as he made his way to the groupe he draged his ax on the ground the blade ate the earth but the grass the blade touched froze few steps from the groupe he placed his ax to his side and placed his right arm over his chest and bowed in respect."evening m'ladys, m'lords." He stood up after specking and took his black mask off."I am ken'tal vendo of the mining tribe of the south, it would be a Honor to receve your name?" He asked as nicely as he could.
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Feb 1, 2012 15:28:41 GMT
"You know it is wise to offer your right hand and show you mean no harm, a man approaches the Captain of the Night Blades in such a manner as you have I would normally have cut you down by now." Grell held out his right hand in a respective manner keeping his left on his scimitar ready to draw it at a moments notice. "I am Grell, 1st son to House Do'Rectra, Captain of the Night Blades, and most importantly Son of Haddar, King of Unsoule."
Grell felt over a dozen pair of eyes halt on the small awkward group. The feathered Unsoule who had yet to speak, the Half-breed, a Shymmer, and a Human. The half-breed and Himself both looked to be nobles but the remainder of the group was peasant folk.
Shade was frowning upon him standing in this group, he needed his armor and his own people or the God would become unhappy and deny him his blessing, blood must be taken in his name. The Human would do nicely for this purpose.
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Post by Esiphas on Feb 2, 2012 0:02:35 GMT
Ooc- TWICE! Twice ive posted and the computer failed...
Ic- Grimm nodded to Shay and took her hand, heading off to the dance floor. Hemoved with surprising grace and dexterity for one so frail looking, and he knew his way around the dance floor. His mask betrayed no emotion, though his ice blue eyes glowed with admiration for Shay, so confident and challenging, able too keep up easily with him. As they danced, his hood lowered, revealing his hair and the fusion marks where his skin and the mask meet. Thwn the dance finished. Escorting Shay back to the group, he finally spoje. "Greetings all. I am Grimm, son of none, housed by no-one. I am a watcher, a curious entuty. But worry not as to my strangeness. I invite you to join me at a table, i have alot of gold, very little need for it and the drinks here are wild and vafied." He guestured to his table, where a large, pristibe and streamlined raven with feathers like silk stood, watching Grimms Staff and belongings. "Your... Companions are welcome too, should you wish to bring them"
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Post by Yuno on Feb 2, 2012 22:23:00 GMT
To call Shay a talented dancer would have not captured her abilities. She seemed to have made the abilities of dance hers. When the others began to introduce themselves she curtsied smiling lightly almost sardonically, "I am Shayla Shayla First Daughter of the house of Tri’kor from Slyone blessed of Shymmer." she smiled at the others winningly, "I accept your kind offer to dine with you." she grinned as much of the dancers split off towards tables of their own. Shayla noted with grimm good humor that her father had a Phae on his arm that he seemed to be flirting with shamelessly. She glared in anger at the woman...he had not touched Phae since her mother and she did not like it.
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Post by Esiphas on Feb 2, 2012 23:55:24 GMT
Grimm Sat himself at the Table. "Now, What sort of drinks would you like? Stormfeathers here" He says, guesturing the Raven "Will get them for us. Hes a smart bird, belive me." Stormfeathers cawed loudly, but not too loudly, then spread his wings, before sweeping one across his chest and bowing low to Shay. "Stormfeathers go. Get drinks for Friends of Grimm." It ended with another Squawk, then stood, ready to take drinks orders.
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Post by Yuno on Feb 20, 2012 6:26:01 GMT
Shay smiled up at the bird and pleasantly asked it for a bottle of the finest Phae wine. A young Chatar male moved up to her and leaned over to whisper in her ear and she nodded her tail seeming to flick in anger and her face reddening as she reached into a coin purse removing a few rubies and whispering to the man who nodded sneaking off.
Shay then returned her interests to the table, "Well I do not believe we have introduced ourselves properly. I am Shayla Shayla First Daughter of the house of Tri’kor from Slyone blessed of Shymmer." she grinned as a scream errupted from the croud near her father's table and Shay turned to watch her rogue scurry off. She watched the young Phae wench who had seconds before been on her father like the contemptable *crow caw* she was collapse blood flowing from right above her heart. Guards moved to remove the young lady as a Chatar woman took her place in the mess. Shay glared with bare acceptance at the new prospective lover.
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Post by Esiphas on Feb 20, 2012 7:47:56 GMT
Grimm watchedvthe proceedings with some amusement. "Greetings" he said, after the incident was over "Shayla of house Tri'kor. I am Grimm, son of none, house of none. Stormfeathers here is my brother- in the soul anyway. His father raised me back to health." He affectionately stroked stormfeathers head. "Whos next?"
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Post by Edzilla on Feb 20, 2012 8:11:45 GMT
The cat ears were able to here the whisperings of the shay, "scoundrel" she said, "its people like her who really destroy the balance in this world, its too much work" she sighed. Back into bird form she flew onto the shoulder of the shay,"better watch what your doing, things could go wrong really fast," she whispered into the ear of the Shay. Stormfeather noticed quickly so she left fast back under the table.
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