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The majesty of the White Tower looming above a thousand city streets…
A small room, shrouded in tapestries, walls covered in books, scrolls, and vellums, a single writing desk placed neatly to one side by a small open window, upon it strewn a multitude of trinkets, some of arcane and some of decorative nature. Three cushioned chairs place neatly in the centre of the chamber surrounding a small and elegant round table of glass and copper. Upon a finely crafted silver platter lie three cups, a tea pot, a vase of honey, a platter of small sweat cakes, and three plates; the smell of vanilla, lavender and jasmine incence is thick in the air.
A wiry-framed young man lies sprawled out on his small yet comfortable pallet, still fully robed after a long and tedious day of political and social activities. A knock sounds at the door…
“While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.”
Titus:
“Aivera! Ossalur erekess! Enter!” (Elven: Enter! Draconic: Walk through!)
I stand from my pallet fully robed in my noble blue and gold, straightening out both Robes and hair I await the entry of my guests.
As you enter I bow slightly, a crooked smile playing across my thin lips.
“Greetings of the day to you Ian Akedama, Ik Nemia (Elven: Lord Akedama, Mighty Nemia). Please, take a seat. I will prepare the tea.”
“It is a pleasure to have you over both. Vivendi thosel sennivi, nievana sen fis. Elrad losi sennivi, nievana jen skiimer lareth.” (Elven: A pool of clear water is lovely, no matter what it’s depth. A green leaf is lovely, no matter how short the day.)
The crooked smile broadens but never truly spreads to my eyes. It is clear that I am cautious but courteous.
“Sit, and let us talk. How are your other companions fairing? What were their names again?”
Amusement dances across my face.
Akedama:
Akedama entered with Nemia giving the half elf before them a friendly smile and near chuckling with amusement as his eyes danced to take in the room and reaction of Nemia to the half-elf's greeting. Did Nemia speak elvish? He'd never really found out. A gentle smile touched Akedama's lips at the welcome and the compliment and he glimpsed his friend again, did she hear the sweet words offered up to her? He could only hope and a small bubble of excitment build up at where this road could lead for his dearest marshmellow.
At Nemeia's silence Akedama responded on thier behalf, "Greetings master Rune, amin lastuva ten' aredhelamin quena hodo." [ I will listen because my lord (elf) speaks wisely]
A short bow of respectful greeting accompanied his words to this servant of the White Tower. The well known blood read coat Akedama usually favoured in the streets was replaced with a far more demure and assure black, an elegant severity far more acceptable to one of his rank in this place of wagging tongues and rumour. And more impressive was the lack of sign marking the bruises and mess resulting from attempting to goad, persuade and finally (perhaps stupidly) attempt some of the similar appearance care into his dearest bodyguard. It had been one of his favourite hair brushes as well.
Taking in the appearance of the cleric did bring a smile however. When not insulting the others in the bowels of the sewer after a rather unfortunate kidnapping, Master Rune did clean up rather well. Moving to the seats offered Akedama stood and waited by his rather against his habit these days. Old lessons and noble instincts of etiquette surfacing as they did when needed. He stood aside for Nemia to sit first, ready to pull back her chair as a gentleman should unless, hopefully, Rune sought to do the same first.
"Oh they are well Master Rune, everyone cleaned up and now are resting I believe, Miss Lia even decided to take in the gardens once again while Miss Vola is enjoying her time I'm sure, Wouldn't you agree Nemia?"
There was a ruffle of cloth and sliding out from the edge of Akedama's coat, nervously sniffing it's way up to the edge of the table was a small, furry nose. There was the smell of predator here, and claws and death....but there was also...cake...hmmm...cake...or death...cake...or death...?
Nemia:
The purple female looked at the human, then at Akadama 'What on this world is up with these two? I should think of asking for more money to... baby sit this whelp. One day I'm going to loose any restraint and put him in the medical ward'
She wasn’t much of a person to regard nobility in any high regard or reverence, she simply nodded at his greeting. (PS please translate any elven you are using, for those other players who can speak the language, thanks) His remarks in elven didn’t phase, even if she could understand it, she didn’t care, for at this moment they were in his... domain, and she had to restrain herself.
Nemia gave the food a look over, definitely better than any tavern she was use too, but she couldn’t help but think there were alterior motives to him asking them to join him. One thing she was sure of, if his hands so much as touched her, she would be happy to be thrown out the window after she gets through with him
"Thanks" she waved, not even bothering to meet any sort of formality. She looked at the ferret and the hawk, hopefully between the two of them, there might be some kind of entertainment.
Titus:
Aah, Lia and Vola, right. An interesting name Lia, does it not mean Mistress? The beauty of their names belie their rugged natures, is it not said that to find the rarest lotus one must face the mire?” Bowing his head slightly, eyes shifting from Akadama to Nemia and back again. His eye glean violet for a moment in the lamplight “That brings us to the matter of my invitation. Please, sit Nemia, this concerns you as much as our Lord Akadama.
I have promised Razor a morsel if he leaves your ferret be, so please convey to him that it is safe to be at ease. Here…” Breaking off a small piece of cake, I place it on a plate and offer it up to the ferret. A grin spreading across my face. “I often find the honesty of animals refreshing after dealing with the drudgery of courtly life.”
“You, Nemia, remind me of another Elven saying, as does this whole situation, Avel niemel sikki mor hiedoso welsa, op avel inorum nekra. A sword unseen is no less sharp than a sword held openly, or one in a sheath.” An eyebrow cocks as I look at Nemia grudging but wary respect evident on my face.
Just then…
(DM even in city)
Everyone feels and hears a rumble, soon the entire city starts to shake, some of the weaker building collapse, the tower shakes, people run and scream in fear. The sky flashes a dark blackish purple, only briefly before the shaking stops and the sky clears.
Titus:
Taking stock of my surroundings and on the effect this has had on Nemia and Akadama. Once this is done I go to my window to see what's going on.
"I do believe our meeting is through. I pray nobody's injured. Although we may never know if we do not act immediately, more lives may be at stake." I call on Razor and collect my equipment and all I may need. "First I must take council with my Masters. You two may accompany me, again this matter may concern you... Send word to your friends, tell them to meet you here. We must discover the cause of these disturbances and if anyone will know anything about this it will be the High-priests of the temples and the Master Wizards of the Tower."
Mumbling under my breath “…I was so looking forward to this tea…”
A small room, shrouded in tapestries, walls covered in books, scrolls, and vellums, a single writing desk placed neatly to one side by a small open window, upon it strewn a multitude of trinkets, some of arcane and some of decorative nature. Three cushioned chairs place neatly in the centre of the chamber surrounding a small and elegant round table of glass and copper. Upon a finely crafted silver platter lie three cups, a tea pot, a vase of honey, a platter of small sweat cakes, and three plates; the smell of vanilla, lavender and jasmine incence is thick in the air.
A wiry-framed young man lies sprawled out on his small yet comfortable pallet, still fully robed after a long and tedious day of political and social activities. A knock sounds at the door…
“While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.”
Titus:
“Aivera! Ossalur erekess! Enter!” (Elven: Enter! Draconic: Walk through!)
I stand from my pallet fully robed in my noble blue and gold, straightening out both Robes and hair I await the entry of my guests.
As you enter I bow slightly, a crooked smile playing across my thin lips.
“Greetings of the day to you Ian Akedama, Ik Nemia (Elven: Lord Akedama, Mighty Nemia). Please, take a seat. I will prepare the tea.”
“It is a pleasure to have you over both. Vivendi thosel sennivi, nievana sen fis. Elrad losi sennivi, nievana jen skiimer lareth.” (Elven: A pool of clear water is lovely, no matter what it’s depth. A green leaf is lovely, no matter how short the day.)
The crooked smile broadens but never truly spreads to my eyes. It is clear that I am cautious but courteous.
“Sit, and let us talk. How are your other companions fairing? What were their names again?”
Amusement dances across my face.
Akedama:
Akedama entered with Nemia giving the half elf before them a friendly smile and near chuckling with amusement as his eyes danced to take in the room and reaction of Nemia to the half-elf's greeting. Did Nemia speak elvish? He'd never really found out. A gentle smile touched Akedama's lips at the welcome and the compliment and he glimpsed his friend again, did she hear the sweet words offered up to her? He could only hope and a small bubble of excitment build up at where this road could lead for his dearest marshmellow.
At Nemeia's silence Akedama responded on thier behalf, "Greetings master Rune, amin lastuva ten' aredhelamin quena hodo." [ I will listen because my lord (elf) speaks wisely]
A short bow of respectful greeting accompanied his words to this servant of the White Tower. The well known blood read coat Akedama usually favoured in the streets was replaced with a far more demure and assure black, an elegant severity far more acceptable to one of his rank in this place of wagging tongues and rumour. And more impressive was the lack of sign marking the bruises and mess resulting from attempting to goad, persuade and finally (perhaps stupidly) attempt some of the similar appearance care into his dearest bodyguard. It had been one of his favourite hair brushes as well.
Taking in the appearance of the cleric did bring a smile however. When not insulting the others in the bowels of the sewer after a rather unfortunate kidnapping, Master Rune did clean up rather well. Moving to the seats offered Akedama stood and waited by his rather against his habit these days. Old lessons and noble instincts of etiquette surfacing as they did when needed. He stood aside for Nemia to sit first, ready to pull back her chair as a gentleman should unless, hopefully, Rune sought to do the same first.
"Oh they are well Master Rune, everyone cleaned up and now are resting I believe, Miss Lia even decided to take in the gardens once again while Miss Vola is enjoying her time I'm sure, Wouldn't you agree Nemia?"
There was a ruffle of cloth and sliding out from the edge of Akedama's coat, nervously sniffing it's way up to the edge of the table was a small, furry nose. There was the smell of predator here, and claws and death....but there was also...cake...hmmm...cake...or death...cake...or death...?
Nemia:
The purple female looked at the human, then at Akadama 'What on this world is up with these two? I should think of asking for more money to... baby sit this whelp. One day I'm going to loose any restraint and put him in the medical ward'
She wasn’t much of a person to regard nobility in any high regard or reverence, she simply nodded at his greeting. (PS please translate any elven you are using, for those other players who can speak the language, thanks) His remarks in elven didn’t phase, even if she could understand it, she didn’t care, for at this moment they were in his... domain, and she had to restrain herself.
Nemia gave the food a look over, definitely better than any tavern she was use too, but she couldn’t help but think there were alterior motives to him asking them to join him. One thing she was sure of, if his hands so much as touched her, she would be happy to be thrown out the window after she gets through with him
"Thanks" she waved, not even bothering to meet any sort of formality. She looked at the ferret and the hawk, hopefully between the two of them, there might be some kind of entertainment.
Titus:
Aah, Lia and Vola, right. An interesting name Lia, does it not mean Mistress? The beauty of their names belie their rugged natures, is it not said that to find the rarest lotus one must face the mire?” Bowing his head slightly, eyes shifting from Akadama to Nemia and back again. His eye glean violet for a moment in the lamplight “That brings us to the matter of my invitation. Please, sit Nemia, this concerns you as much as our Lord Akadama.
I have promised Razor a morsel if he leaves your ferret be, so please convey to him that it is safe to be at ease. Here…” Breaking off a small piece of cake, I place it on a plate and offer it up to the ferret. A grin spreading across my face. “I often find the honesty of animals refreshing after dealing with the drudgery of courtly life.”
“You, Nemia, remind me of another Elven saying, as does this whole situation, Avel niemel sikki mor hiedoso welsa, op avel inorum nekra. A sword unseen is no less sharp than a sword held openly, or one in a sheath.” An eyebrow cocks as I look at Nemia grudging but wary respect evident on my face.
Just then…
(DM even in city)
Everyone feels and hears a rumble, soon the entire city starts to shake, some of the weaker building collapse, the tower shakes, people run and scream in fear. The sky flashes a dark blackish purple, only briefly before the shaking stops and the sky clears.
Titus:
Taking stock of my surroundings and on the effect this has had on Nemia and Akadama. Once this is done I go to my window to see what's going on.
"I do believe our meeting is through. I pray nobody's injured. Although we may never know if we do not act immediately, more lives may be at stake." I call on Razor and collect my equipment and all I may need. "First I must take council with my Masters. You two may accompany me, again this matter may concern you... Send word to your friends, tell them to meet you here. We must discover the cause of these disturbances and if anyone will know anything about this it will be the High-priests of the temples and the Master Wizards of the Tower."
Mumbling under my breath “…I was so looking forward to this tea…”
