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Post by rawd on Oct 27, 2015 13:26:53 GMT -6
Sakura Noha raced up the steps and into the solar for the gathering, brushing past lower dignitaries in her rush to join the other ambassadors and rulers. She prided herself on not being late but the boat ride over was slow and treacherous. Blasted winds... Still, she was finally here and sunk into her designated seat, which put her right next to the diplomat from Vakira, some wall of muscle named Theogood. Unraveling her scarf from her head and pulling it down over her neck, Noha bowed deeply to the feast's centerpoint, the Queen Sa'al.
"A thousand pardons, my Queen. The ride over to your land was one fraught with treachery and bad luck. To counteract such a disservice, I took it upon myself to bring some of the finest silk the Territories has to offer." While speaking her hand dipped into her coat before pulling out a bolt of white silk. She holds it up to one of her aides, the shawled helper then passing it off to one of the Queen's many underlings. Another respectful bow and she settles into her seat. "The territories hope to strike up a good trad contract with your nation, my lady, but that is for later. Now, we feast." With her piece said she settled down to eat. Some rice and meat was a healthy meal for one such as her.
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Post by Dunce on Oct 28, 2015 9:35:26 GMT -6
Sa'al simply nodded, making mental note of the silk, before turning back to her soup bowl.
Ma'va, meanwhile, carefully watched the King of Eunor, his finger occasionally teasing the handles of the two throwing knives to himself.
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Post by Betta the Overseer Panda on Oct 28, 2015 20:37:48 GMT -6
King Illuvatar Lunaris of Ea sat down gracefully at a tall chair, just a few seats away from the tables head, flanked on his left by one of his guards, and on the other by his son and Eldor Sunspear, Watchmen of the Rangers of the Western March. The guard carried a senior, more authoritative disposition, perhaps the King's personal bodyguard, a suspicion immediately confirmed when the man reached first for the Kings goblet before his own. Nodding to his King, the three men and the child began to fill there plates modestly, the King's own plate shunning the presence of meat. The other two guards stood some distance behind the King, there heads held high, their eyes silently tracking the foreigners for sign of danger. The King looked over from between bites at the presence of the Khazadii, narrowed eyes focusing on the prince.
The King Dale Iudamar of Eunor, leaving the queen with a parting mention of gratitude, sat down to the left side of the King of Ea, sliding into his seat with a noted lack of decorum, followed, with much more majesty, by his cloaked guards. The King made little point to allow his food to be tasted. He began to eat his food with an almost arrogant confidence, eyeing the Queen's bodyguard with a sly smirk before taking yet another bite of his food, his guards modestly attending to their own food, gazing around the room all the while, like the guards from Ea, for danger, particularly from the foreigners. Dale displayed no fear. He was confident the Queen would make no attempt on his life in the presence of every major Kingdom of the continent
"Strange, Ea," said King Dale, referring to his fellow monarch casually by the name of his Kingdom, "To be eating in the presence of natural enemies?" As King Illuvatar's eyes fell upon the Khazadii prince, King Dale smiled. "You see what I mean." King Dale raised his goblet. "We drink wine among beggars and thieves, barbarians and pretenders," He made no direct reference, but the mention of pretenders was a subtle jab at the Queen King Illuvatar could quickly identify. Eunor had been spouting its rhetoric for months about the bastard-queen, likely because Eunor, in place of distant cousins in the wooded Kingdom of Loreath, would have stood in place to inherit the land. The King himself found difficulty in weighing the two evils. A rash King Dale with more power in his hands was equally as displeasing as a bastard on the throne of Duncetochi, but he made no comment, only raising his hand, occupied with a berry, in salute to the King of Eunor, who in turn nodded and drank from his goblet.
"So," said the King of Eunor, smiling down the table at the Khazadii prince. "The good people of Khazad eat with utensils, or am I to be corrected? I know little of the uncharted lands to the West. Those lands are the business of the King of Ea, typically, but I've always wondered how you people live in such a way, always changing homes."
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Post by Sir Cox on Oct 28, 2015 21:02:33 GMT -6
"The Khazadiin eat in many ways. I eat with utensils in the fashion of whatever nation I am in for that's the polite thing to do and I am a modern gentleman.", the youth smiled beneath his mask fixing his gaze upon the man finishing his reply slowly as if a schoolteacher instructioning a small boy, "I would imagine that the Daraan would be the only ones who might use their hands sometimes seeing as they rarely use much besides their knife after their great hunts, but I'm not completely familiar with my lowland cousins eating habits." He stared at the meal before him briefly finding himself hungry but not wishing to lose his mask. He looked back up at the man to answer his other question for a moment wishing he removed his mask to show his joy.
"Moving homes? I would hope you would know much about that, surely the minor nobles and peasants have came to you to complain about when they were forced to move their homes from the Devils of the Steppes, eh, Ea?", he said with a laugh. "I've been blessed to live in the upon the land my whole God given life so I couldn't tell you a thing King Dale ludamar of Eunor, maybe one day you will tell me", he said as he mockingly sketched a bow to the man.
"Oh, and I was wondering how your lands crop outputs might be this year", he said quietly his eyes drifting to the Rangers.
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Post by Dunce on Oct 29, 2015 0:47:39 GMT -6
The Queen laughed in a soothing manner. She gave a brief wave to dismiss the King's jab. A short sip from her wine glass and a soft smile towards King Iudamar was all she had to say on the matter. She could tell him she would love to see his head on a pike in front of her castle later in the festivities. It would be a pike adorned with many decorations. Ceremony is important, after all.
"Surely the young prince cares for the good of his kingdom," Sa'al spoke, "and not the squabbling of men who claim to know what's best for their people by birthright, no? Let us drink to youth and a future."
Ea was not a kingdom she wished to lose favor with. She cared little for the King himself, but she knew that the Prince would be the key to securing a healthy alliance. As long as he was on good terms, she guessed that she could avoid conflict with the massive empire. And she had plans...
Eunor was the only problem as of now.
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Post by Bernie Sanders on Oct 29, 2015 6:43:11 GMT -6
The Varangian stood there, his focus primarily on the protection of the Queen, monitoring and watching the room, making sure the other parties guards didn't get to fidgety. He wasn't keen to listen in on the peoples conversation, finding the political bantering dull and pointless. As he listened to the groups exchange banter he made a quick mental note to avoid such a thing when he finally became High King, smirking at the Khazadii's comment on raiding realizing that there were probably Northmen Raiders participating in this with Fresh loot from the two elven kingdoms.
Subconsciously he began to fidget with his sword, unbuttoning and re buttoning the cover as he stood behind the Queen.
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