Fantasy A Quest to Die For

[DarkSlayer]

As more and more entered the Main Hall, each taking their seats, I felt my head begin to pound. With this many summons, there would an army in here in not too long, and that just meant MORE people to keep an eye on and, more importantly, learn as much as I could about, without having anyone learn much about me. It was a delicate science, but it was a necessary skill to have when everyone's out to stick a knife in your back. Enough mental complaints, what do we have here? An arrogant and egotistical Tiefling, should be easy enough to avoid. Side note: stop by church before leaving; Another human, this one pale and silver haired. Didn't talk, just sat down with his sword on his back. No further comment yet; finally, a...


My thoughts stopped suddenly as the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes upon entered the hall, her smile confident and elegant as she-I shook my head, casting my eyes down into my goblet. What the hell? That was a Glamour, there's no other explanation! I thought, hand itching to grab fir the sword that wasn't there. I remembered Flint's words when dealing with Glamours. "Keep your mind focused, kid. The easiest way is thinking about the easiest way to kill her, and then refining that plan. Even when carrying on a conversation, just keep your mind focused on her corpse." Then, he would attack me mid-sentence. I wanted to shake my head, but knew it would bring attention towards me. I drank from the goblet, and thought about Flint's words. They worked for him...they worked for any killer dealing with a Glamouring deader(target)...The image of Dirge's body filled my mind and I clenched my teeth. No, I wouldn't follow his words.


I took a deep breath and raised my head, keeping my mind moving, thinking about how many rafters there were above us, counting the individual candles lining the walls...playing Gwent in my head. I settled on the last one as I looked at the girl using the Glamour. She...was a Fae? That was unexpected, and something I wouldn't have to worry about. My bracers were made of iron.


It then occurred to me that the Elf had spoken from his side of the table, asking about our skills. Was that a trick? I couldn't reveal anything Flint had taught me, no specifics, but he was expecting-demanding-answers. Not answering would only be painting more of a target over my head. 


(@The Lord of Sunlight) "Well, I am the most versatile and resilient human you'll come across." I said to the Elf. It wasn't even a lie. With how many assassins had been sent after the past two years alone, and being Flint's apprentice...it added up. There was still much to learn, there always was, but I had the feeling that my repertoire would increase within a short period of time. I didn't know whether to be disgusted with myself or relishing in that fact.


   

 

[Elowyn]

Before the one she was questioning could answer, more people entered the room. One of them looked reptilian and certainly had an attitude! The other made her pin her ears back. Something wasn't quite right with her. Besides the overlarge draconian wings, meaning she was probably of the fae race. Something made the air around her shimmer and create a halo-like effect. Sylverna cocked her head to the side, trying to discern what it was. Reaching within her knowledge of magicks, she suddenly remembered that this had happened before. A Glamour, or enchanting spell! It had to be. The fact that this woman, whoever she was, altered how others perceived her set the catgirl ill at ease and she instantly distrusted the newcomer. Also, there was a faint scent of anxiousness or some stress-induced response about her. Despite these things, her face and expression remained neutral. One of the human males, however, seemed to be having some difficulty with the Glamour. She took note of this for future reference. 


Their host then entertained them with a question. "Abilities? I have the ability of some ice-based spells, I can teleport, and I'm good with close combat... I suppose would be my combat-related abilities," she answered. "I can also do acrobatics, meditate, write spell-glyphs, track individuals by scent, and heal minor cuts and bruises." She trained sapphire eyes on the Grand Elf, waiting for his response. 

 

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Abel appeared completely unphased by his response, instead seeming almost smug."Glad to hear it, I'd be almost insulted if someone like you knew of me." She laughs at her own words folding her arms across her chest and leaning back in her seat, falling into a trained guise of relaxation. She took note of the new arrivals, bifurcated tongue testing the air in a mostly aesthetic move-- she had no true need to pick up on the infrared signature of the room, but the gesture could be considered unnerving to some. She could smell the glamour before she caught a glimpse of the fae creature, it must be difficult to sneak around with such a strong signature. However, that may just be for her.


Her attention was drawn first and foremost to the humans, and she cocks her head slightly to the side as she studies them. The hair colour on one was odd, to say the least. She had a strange fascination with humans, it was nearly impossible for her to discern why-- Perhaps they remind her of what she could have been, had she not been cursed with demonic blood. If anyone had noticed her staring, she would have responded with a sharp toothed grin and deceptively genteel wave of her fingers.



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Ezra couldn't help but feel more nervous. Everyone at the table was at least occasionally eyeing her, which she was used to because of her glamour. But this was different. These people weren't just under her spell, they were analyzing her. These were people that were powerful, intelligent and ambitious, and the simple thought that she wouldn't be able to control them as easily as most people she met frightened her. 


She scanned the table to attempt to get a feel for her new companions. Across from her was a shady-looking tiefling woman that she told herself not to trust. Then there was the elf warrior, Captain Legault. Obviously he was an authority figure, she tried to minimize eye contact with him as to not be negatively judged. Then there was this strange-looking girl with feline features that she couldn't help feeling interested in. Then there were two men, one with a cloak and beard and the other with snow-white hair and two swords that seemed to be flickering with shadow energy. Finally, one man, rather roguishly handsome with brown eyes and medium-length brown hair under a hood with leather armor, had been looking at Ezra the longest with a curious expression on his face. She gave him a quick flirtatious smile.


Then she was asked what her abilities were. She didn't quite feel like telling the full extent of her magic to these strangers, so she attempted to maintain an aura of mystery by saying "Oh, I can do bad things to people I don't like. I'm sure none of you would like me to demonstrate."

 

[Midnight Paragon]

Legault narrowed his eyes at the tieflings' response. They definitely weren't going to get along, he could tell that immediately. He made a mental note to not go easy on her during Testing.


Unbeknownst to him, another of the warriors had wandered in. He saw some of the other heads in the room turn suddenly, and he looked this girl up and down. As soon as she made eye contact with him, she looked away. He could feel it from here; some sort of magical energy flowing from her. He leaned back in his throne and brought his hands up to support his chin as he looked over the little group that had gathered. So far, there was only one other person he could count on for actual combat prowess; that didn't bode well.


His thoughts were interrupted as another servant quickly made her way to him and proceeded to lean over and whisper something in his ear. Once the message was finished, he nodded and sent her on her way. He stood from his chair and spoke in a clear, loud, and serious tone.


"The Emperor is arriving. Remember what I said; make a move against him and it'll be the last one you make."


He turned to the staircase that was located just behind the Golden Throne and looked up at the railing. 


A short, wizened old man dressed in an extremely lavish purple and silver robe with an extremely long gray beard that trailed against the floor began to slowly make his way down the steps. In his right hand was an exquisite golden cane, which he used while walking. It took the old man nearly five minutes to reach the bottom of the stairs, and when he did, he let out a wheezy laugh.


"Heeheehee! Oh boy, it's been a while since I last used those stairs, heehee! I remember when I used to be able to climb those three at a time! Oh, good times..."


He adjusted the silver spectacles on his brow that highlighted is bright green eyes, which seemed odd against his brown, wrinkly skin. He slowly made his way over to the Golden Throne, at which point Legault gave a courteous bow and a greeting.


"Good morning, milord."


The old man gave Legault a whack on the leg with his cane and scolded him.


"I've told you this before, ya dummy! Call me Levak! I dont like formalities! Sheesh, and in front of our guests, too..."


Legault cleared his throat in embarrassment and nodded.


"Of course. My mistake. Sorry, Levak."


The old man, now named Levak, sat down in the Golden Throne, but the table was too high; only a part of his shiny bald head was shown. He turned to Legault with a nervous laugh.


"Ha! Is it me or am I shrinking again? Fetch me a textbook, would you, Legault?"


Legault nodded and walked to one of the shelves nearby, grabbed the nearest textbook, and brought it back. Levak hopped off the Throne and let Legault place the textbook down on the Throne before he hopped back on, now at a suitable height. He reached out to the table, albeit with some difficulty, and grabbed his silver goblet, taking a very long drink of it while Legault stood by his side, arms crossed, and glaring at the guests, as if to dare them to try something...


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[PastelBeauty]

Alecta Fabel was late.  She knew she was late the moment she awoke from her bed in the tiny shrine near the Zen Monastery.  Quickly donning on her black cloak she fastened it together with the rodent pin and spread her raven wings, she had slept in leggings and only needed her black trousers and black tunic which made all of her tattoos on her arms, neck, and shoulders stand out. Lord have mercy on me, I, a heavenly dog, late. Alecta ran out of the shrine and took to the skies, she arrived at the castle less than 5 minutes later with the guards looking at her warily.  Oh for heaven's sake.  Let me through!  She thought as she tilted her head to the left, her cloak hiding her face.  Handing over the only weapon on her, the ha-uchiwa, she walked up to the doors of the castle and opened them with both of her hands.  The threshold was a sight to behold for anyone who hadn't seen the castle before.  It was magnificent and the emperor was already seated as was everyone else, except for Captain Legault, the poor Grand Elf could not relax for a bit.  Alecta smiled a little to herself, her wings twitching behind her as she folded them one at a time slowly, behind her back. 


"Sorry to intrude.  You may continue."


Alecta's voice carried with power and confidence, her stride never faltered as she made her way over to sit at the table with the other...guests? Hah...ragamuffins...a band of misfits...all of us. If I ever saw one.  Alecta nodded once to the people around her before turning her immediate attention to Captain Legault and Emperor Levak. My, my, this emperor is old....much much older....hmmm perhaps I've never served him? But...I must have...I'm missing one of my charm feathers...perhaps I was but a baby myself when someone took my feather by force....ah well...time is relative. It matters not.  What does matter is that he is still royal.  Serve and protect.  He is the mission, whether he sends me on a quest far away from here with this band of men and women matters not.  His will.  His commands, his wishes. Come first. 


Alecta grabbed a goblet and filled it to the brim before drinking the contents.  Captain Legault.  The Grand Elf made a name for himself with the time that he spent becoming apart of White Peak. Sixty years older than me and he has considerably more white hairs.  Haha, not old...perhaps genetics and environment, after all he did live in Frost.  It would not be surprising in the least.  However, his stiff, rigid, attitude makes me think he stress over many things.  Perhaps those white hairs of his is stress hairs.  Hehe.  Alecta chuckled quietly and thought to herself as she glanced down into her goblet and took another sip before awaiting the Emperor's command for the quest.


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[DarkSlayer]

Seeing the Fae's smile, I decided I would play along, keeping up a game of Gwent in my mind of course, and gave a small roguish smile in return before I caught sight of the emperor and about lost my composure. This was the emperor? I was paranoid and jumpy because of this old man who hardly had the thought to at least appear regal and powerful in front of potential dangers and was so deep into his goblet that it was a miracle he was till alive? THIS was the emperor? It was testament to my will power that my jaw didn't drop in sheer...was there even a word to describe the utter bafflement I found myself in. Even Flint would not have been able to see this coming. I struggled to regain some sort of semblance before popping another garlic clove in my mouth, hoping it would offer some sanctuary.


Thankfully, another woman entered, this one with gilded hair. She walked, rushing to a seat and nodding courteously at all of us seated. Legault now stood back straight, eyes on us, though they did seem to linger on me with a certain type of disgust I was far too used to. Not all of us can be born into good circumstances. I thought darkly before awaiting what this...emperor would say next. 

 

[Tsuna]

Tsuka looked at the others in the room. None of them looked familiar and this put him at ease.


He noticed the rogue he had seen earlier. She wasn't human and this was his first encounter meeting someone like her. He looked at her and gave a smile, his blank expression returning to his face afterward.


Tsuka stood in greeting as the emperor made his way toward the rest of them. This took much longer than expected.


When the emperor finally sat down, Tsuka wiped some awkward sweat before sitting down.


The emperor "Levak" spoke and Tsuka immediately found him appealing.


The swordsman looked under the table that most of the guests were sitting at, before eventually paying attention to everyone else present.

 

[Elowyn]

Nya? she thought out of surprise. The Emperor was quite a character. She didn't know what she had been expecting but surely it wasn't this wizened old man with the funny laugh and casual mannerisms! Interesting Human... He didn't seem grand, regal nor proper. Yet for some reason, he entertained Verna. Perhaps there is more to him that meets the eyes? She was ready to listen to what he was going to say with ears pricked.

 

[WantYourSoul]

Today was turning out to be less boring than previously anticipated.  Abel welcomed the party's preconceptions of her race, and did absolutely nothing to change their opinions. She would play nice unless provoked.  The human who smiled showed some potential as an ally, but she made no further move as a new member joined the group. 


She smelled like birds and magic, how interesting. She covertly examines the feline woman, knowing full well the natural relations between cats and birds. She grins at the both of them, resting the back of her hand lightly beneath her chin as she watches. 


Abel was pleasantly surprised when the king arrived, a wizened old man that she liked. She enjoyed watching the stuck-up elf be berated. 


"Glad to see one of the men haven't let power go to their heads," she calls out to Levak with what appeared to be the most respect she had shown anyone so far,"you should try horns or a big hat, they're very good at adding height."


 She pretended that she weren't watching Legault to see his reaction, but she was prepared to laugh at anyone. 


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I reckon it's time to make an entrance.

 

[ReverseTex]

Today was gonna be different for a change. Elias had arrived in the city late last night, due to a very odd meeting he had to attend to at the castle. Of course he had been there countless times, for countless occasions, but today he had a funny feeling about it. He had set foot from the tavern about an hour ago, and by now he was strolling the streets of the busy city. Fawkes sat on his shoulder, occasionally turning his head to a nearby wandering pair of eyes. Elias had his hood down, due to seeing no need, but it increased the curiosity of people wondering about the large owl on his shoulder. Fly on up ahead, the meeting is in the grand hall. Elias silently thought, as Fawkes gave a ruffle of his feathers in acknowledgment, and took off.
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Elias finally reached the gates, and handed his letter to the awaiting guard. The guard nodded, and led him to the great hall, a place he had been many times
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before. Once stepping inside, the noise of the chatter filled the room, echoing off of the large walls. Carefully studying everyone as he made his way to the table layed out with food. Grabbing a apple, he made his way to wall of the castle, hoping no one would bother him for now.
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(No mentions but do please come bug Elias!)
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-Tent of Vril the mage


"I do not need a portal. I simply require a doorway. Can you do it or not?" Ta'lak was beginning to show anger. This mage did not seem to grasp the difference between a portal and a doorway. The former being a gateway between dimensions large enough and powerful enough to sustain an army's crossing. A doorway, on the other hand, was small and only temporary. Usually a one-way ride. The mage stared at his feet for a time, mumbling thoughts to himself. Finally, he scratched his head and nodded, moving over to a shelf full of old scrolls.


"I believe I have something that is just what you need..." The old daedra replied, absently as though he were full of thought. He quickly picked through the scrolls without examining them. Ta'lak did not think the mage knew what he was doing. That was until he exclaimed to himself and lifted up a scroll that looked no different than the rest. He brought it to his workbench, which had an assortment of magical items. The mage, Vril, glanced at Ta'lak, "Where did you need this to open to again? Did you say the Earthen Realm?"


Pleased, Ta'lak answered, "Yes, that's right. I need the land of Iriveil, and from there I need the city of Irvingstead. Try to get me close to the king of that land."


"oh yes, I will see what I can do. I'll have to prepare the ritual. It won't take long, though." And with that, Vril began mixing some ingredients.


Ta'lak felt no rush. He was confident the old mage would get him where he needed to go. He turned and found a stool to sit on. It was then that a thought occurred to him. I left my helmet in my tent! He quickly stood and exited through the tent flap. taking up a  fast stride, Ta'lak felt a little foolish. His helm was an important factor in mustering up fear in his troops. It was the definition of demonic. Luckily he managed to get to his tent without too much attention drawn to him. As he entered, he noticed that Dagon R'uen had gone.


Now with his helmet on his head, Ta'lak D'aam made his way back to the mage's quarters. He emerged just as Vril was finishing a chant. As he spoke the last syllable a door-sized portal appeared before him. It showed something on the other side but it was too distorted to make out. The mage spoke then, "If you are going to go, You should do it now before it closes." With that, he laughed and started cleaning the table of used items.


Without hesitation, Ta'lak stepped through the doorway, feeling his insides rush. what he found on the other side was interesting, to say the least. He was in a large room, filled with many other beings. Ta'lak noticed some humans and other races that were not known to him. Then he saw the throne and the small, old man sitting in it. That mage did better than I thought he would. Hoping he looked menacing, Ta'lak spoke loud enough for everyone to hear, "I have come seeking the King of Iriveil, of the Earthen Realm. Would that be you?"


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[Midnight Paragon]

Legault rolled his eyes at the reactions of their guests when they saw the Emperor. Didn't they know that this was what their Emperor looked like? Sure, he wasn't the most social ruler, but he had made some public appearances before. He couldn't blame them for being shocked though; Levak was indeed an ordinary human, but as the story goes, he was blessed at a very young age by the Goddess Nihme, who had took a shine to him. Levak was granted the gift of an extremely long life, but for what reason, no one but him knows for sure.


However, a large purple portal appeared suddenly in the middle of the room, directly in front of the Emperor. Immediately, Legault pulled Dagon from its sheath and stepped in front of the Emperor, creating a blockade between him and...a Daedra. Great. Of all things to pop up, it HAD to be a Daedra. It looked towards Legault and the Emperor, and asked if he was in charge. Legault gripped the pommel of Dagon harder and glared at the Daedra.


"Silence, fiend! Be still, and I'll promise to banish you quickly!"


Levak whacked Legault in the side with his cane again and scolded him.


"Oh, move aside, you ninny! I can't see what's happening!"


Legault looked at the Emperor with wide eyes and sighed, stepping out of the way slightly. The Emperor began to stroke his beard with his free hand as he set his goblet back on the table.


"Hoohoo, you're a big'un! I can't even remember the last time I saw a Daedra pop up! Heehee! I'm in charge 'round these parts. Please just call me Levak. In fact, why don't we all introduce ourselves? Let's start with our flashy guest here. What's yer name, son?"


He spoke to the Daedra with a wry smile and a kind tone, not even an ounce of fear showing in his expression, Legault still at his side and ready to strike. It seems he wants everyone in the room to introduce themselves...


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[ReverseTex]

Elias took a bite of the emerald green apple he had picked up at the table, as he watched the commotion take place towards the middle of the room. The Emperor was an odd man to him, but never the less he was still respectful to him. 
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Looking around the large windows in the Grand Hall, he spotted Fawkes perched on the window.  Always good to have a second pair of eyes and ears, especially if they're better than his own. 
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Elias decided to keep to the wall, since he figured the Emperor would expose him sooner or later.
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-Irvingstead, Earthen Realm


Ta'lak was taken aback by the King's lack of fear. He seemed almost giddy, instead. At least the Elf fears me. Hard to tell, but he does. What He was wondering was why so many others were gathered here. Surely they weren't the employ of this kingdom. They were much too varied in nature. As Ta'lak surveyed the room, he noticed a tiefling. He had come across one or two in his time, but besides the elf and the humans, he didn't recognize the rest of the humanoid creatures. Ta'lak noticed the powerful aura of the one with wings though and could only assume that she was of a magical origin. Ta'lak decided they were of little importance and turned back to the king and his elf. The elf might be the cause of some trouble, though.


"I am Ta'lak D'aam, Underlord of the Daedric kingdom. I was sent here because of an evil that threatens all existence. I was told that you can help me," Ta'lak spoke with respect for the old king. After he was done, he kneeled before Levak, as the king called himself. Ta'lak was sincere in his act, after all, any human who showed no fear in the face of a daedra such as him deserved a show of respect. He was still curious, however, as to how this king could help him. One thought crossed Ta'lak's mind then. Doubt not in your orders; doubt not in your kingdom.


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[Tsuna]

"My name is Tsuka..."


The swordsman said. He was a mercenary, one willing to slay monsters or protect a local village in exchange for coin. He didn't look particularly threatening. A human male in his early twenties. Average height and weight. Black cloak and a sword.


Given the others nearby, he simply said his name as an introduction.

 

[DarkSlayer]

The was getting ridiculous. The Tiefling cracks a a snide witticism that seems to go over all their heads and then a doorway opens up to reveal a Daedra?! Of all things, a DAEDRA? What next? Would a Lich or Vampire like to join? We have seats open! The only thing that was keeping me from throwing my chair at the Daedra before grabbing the chicken knife to do a battle worthy of being made into a song about my stupidity was the sheer fact that the Daedra respected the emperor. However, before i made some spectacle out of myself, I regained some sense. Enough to realize the presence of another anyway. Turning my head ever so slightly, I caught sight of a hooded man leaning against the wall and casually reached for the chicken platter, before grasping the knife. 


Of course...here. The moment I become stationary, they catch up to me. Damn Lords of Shadow! Damn this city! My thoughts raged as I kept the stoic expression I've had for the majority of this meeting. It wouldn't be like them to kill me outright in a crowded area with all these witnesses, but then again they've grown desperate since they lost Flint. I know I'm number one priority, which means there should be more than one. I brought my gaze up once again, scanning the rafters and windows before my eyes fell upon an owl. That was curious indeed, as it seemed to be scanning the table, turning its head back and forth. it had to be a familiar. Owls were not only nocturnal, but avoided this city like the plague. A smart move on their part. Not the point though. An assassin and his familiar...best course of action would be to kill the familiar to cripple the one it was tied to, and then deal with the assassin then. But...what if it wasn't a familiar? Could have been just a pet or companion...my grip on the knife tightened before I began to cut the chicken on my plate. With this many people here, most of which would turn on me the moment the knife left my hand, all I could do was wait until the assassin struck first. What I wouldn't do to have Retribution secured on my back right now. Why? So you could continue to kill? A small voice in the back of my head asked.


The silver haired swordsman stood and gave his first name only before sitting back down. Seeing an opportunity, I decided to stand and introduce myself. As risky as it was, it could cause the assassin to leap into action.


"I am Kylr Fall." I bowed my head slightly with my right fist over my heart. If he was going to strike, now would be the time, as my back was facing him fully. If I see you in hell, Flint, you owe me a drink.

 

[ReverseTex]

Keeping an eye on everyone in the room, Elias noticed a man at the table tighten his grip on the knife he held. Taking another bite of his apple, he continued to watch the young man, who then moved his head towards the window Fawkes was rested in. The young man looked to be an assassin, probably noticing Fawkes's intentions, and currently speculating whoever he belonged too. Master, should i move? I fret the young man at the table scenes my presence. Fawkes's deep voice  echoed through his head, he sounded slightly worried something rare for the bird. Yes you need to move. Do a few permitter sweeps, then make your way inside. He thought as he watched Fawkes quickly take off, and disappear around the castle wall.
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Clearing his throat, Elias stepped
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from his place on the cool stone walls, and made his way to the table where the others sat. Tossing his apple core aside, he quickly made eye contact with the young man before sitting down at the empty seat. "My name is Elias Jameson. Emperor." Elias gave a polite nod to the Emperor, since the two knew each other, before taking his seat.
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[Elowyn]

Seconds before the interdimensional gate opened Verna's hair stood on end. So it turns out that she wasn't very shocked by the appearance of a doorway. She was, however, surprised at the person who stepped out from the doorway. A Daedra? And a powerful one to be sure! As a guest of the Emperor? Wasn't this turning out to be a delightfully curious day! The ruler didn't even seem negatively affected but kept up the same cheery and blithe persona. The demon spawn introduced himself as Ta'lak D'aam. Then the silver-haired swordsman introduced himself as Tsuka keeping it quite brief. The nervous-seeming guy from the underground had a name of Kylr Fall. He really seemed jumpy, as if anyone or everyone was going to try to put a blade through his back. Sylverna followed his furtive glance and noticed the other man who had entered the room... with an owl preceding him no less. Not a moment later he stepped from his place in the shadows and introduced himself as Elias Jameson and took his seat at the table.


Seeing nothing else to do but introduce herself, the cat-girl stood. "They call me Sylverna Mavis, the Cat's Emissary. Verna or Sylver is fine as well," she purred blinking her eyes slowly and trustfully at the Emperor.

 

[WantYourSoul]

Abel makes a slight motion that indicates she were rolling her eyes. Of course they would not have gotten her joke. So much for being friendly.
She sensed the demonic magic several seconds before the portal opened, tasting it on the air a second or so before as well. It appeared the cat-girl sensed it as well. The infernal creature in her head whispered of the Daedra's heritage, of the plane it had travelled from. Whenever that voice spoke, her exhalations smelled slightly of brimstone, yet another thing that separated her from the others.
She waves a hand airily at the request for her name."Abel Of The Ninth," she says simply enough, grin splitting her lips just far enough to show fang-like teeth and show off her demonic features,"a woman with many talents of the roguish persuasion, for a price of course. I would wink if I had eyelids to do so." She laughs, looking less for the emperor's reaction and more for how the rest react.
"Glad to see I wasn't a one-off, it's like a demonic reunion," this was directed towards the Daedra.

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[pbtenchi]

'Damn damn damn!' Jan thought to himself as he rushed through the street to the castle. If he arrived to late his arrival would seem even awkwarder. He was wearing gloves and the heavy dark robes normally worn by people who didn't want to have their faces seen, because guess what, Jan didn't want to have anyone, specially not the emperor, see his face. The castle was in sight, he ran up the stairs and nearly knocked his head clean off when two guards extended their spears to block him. "Name?" asked the guard on the right. "My name is Jan Maris." he said as quickly as he could. "Your not on the list.". 'What is this a VIP night club?' he thought to himself but chose not to say. "You don't understand, it's urgent. They may not know it but they NEED me. They just don't know it.". The guards looked at him. "I know you want to be a hero, but no one on the list is getting within 30 meters of the emperor, now scram.". "What if I beat you in a duel? Then will you let me in?". The guards didn't seem to like this. "Look, I said scram." said the guard on the right reaching forward to shove Jan away. Jan reacted quick, ducking under the guards arm and drawing his swords from beneath his cloak, he went for a hilt jab to an exposed chink in the armor, but was blocked by the left guard's spear. Jan had never been particularly good at the sword, being sent to battle before actually being taught, but all his missing organs made him lighter then your average man and quick as a rouge. He dodged backwards, and the guards charged at him with every intent to spear him, he jumped over their spears and landed clean on their shoulders. The guards of course didn't take to well to this and tried to spear him again. He barley dodged. He delivered a swift kick to the back of the left guard's knee, knocking him over in pain. "One down." he turned around just in time to speared in the guts by the right guard. At-least, he would have been speared if the guard hadn't hit a spot that had long decayed away. he walked down the guards spear, the guard being to stunned to react, Jan quickly had his swords to his throat. "I win." he dropped his swords and punched the guard in the neck, dropping him to the floor with his fellow guard. He pulled the spear out of his robes and picked up his swords, marching through the gate. One of the few benefits, he reflected, to being undead was that he didn't get tired. He progressed to the throne room, no one else checking if he was on the list and only bothering to make sure he handed over his weapons. He took a chair by the table, trying not to bring to much attention to himself or disturb the emperor. The cloak may have hid his appearance, but he smelt strongly enough of death that people may be inclined to move away from him. He hoped the emperor wouldn't realize he wasn't invited, or worse, that he was undead. @The Lord of Sunlight

 

[Elowyn]

She had not been uncomfortable when the glamour-ed girl walked into the room. She had barely moved a muscle when demon-spawn suddenly showed up to the party. She had not reacted when a suspiciously late person with an owl slunk in and sat down. But when the foul stench of the dead entered the hall of the Emperor of the Realm Sylverna Mavis could not be still. 


"The Dead! The Dead is in this Hallowed Hall!" she yowled, abruptly standing up with ears flat against her head. Without a pause, she rushed the cloaked figure who so sneakily entered. "Return to where you belong, bones of the departed!" Claws extended and ready to rip into the filth of the undead, lips parted revealing sharp teeth, the girl was a menacing sight. 


@pbtenchi

 

[NextGenRolePlayer]

Eric Cartel felt rushed as he was running. "Dang it, please don't be late! I need to show the Emperor that I can do this quest!" He accelerated through the halls while opening many doors. "Where is it? Where is it?!" panicked Eric. He ran some more and finally found the door he was looking for. He opened the door to the room where everyone is located. Eric was panting but tried to announced, "I... am... here!" He took deep breaths and looked for someplace to take a seat. "Whew..." Eric signed in relief.

 

[MrPotato]

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Saladin Yusuf
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The Arabian tourist had just arrived in the grand and almighty capital, Irvingstead. He rode his white stallion towards the keep until he was stopped by the guards. He produced the letter that marked the sigil of the Emperor and was allowed to move forward. He dismounted when he reached the gates and his mount was taken for him to the stables. Saladin was not wearing anything fancy and had taken off his armour. He had wore black robes and a black turban over his head. His beard had been kept neatly and he adjusted his turban properly. He did not carry his blades with him but concealed his throwing knives under his robes. He took a deep breath under the blaring but gentle sun before heading in into the room where he's supposed companions and the Emperor would be.
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The doors were opened for Saladin and he saw a small commotion in the centre of the room. Seeing that many were already present and the Emperor was also present, he realised he is late and swiftly walk to the main bulk of the group where another knight seemed to have rushed in as well. Saladin peered quickly over the group and saw a mixture of colors and races. But his eyes rested on the tall, heavily armored figure where he felt a dark magic user. He frowned, not in anger or hostility but in wonder on what this figure may be. Throughout his campaigns, he had encountered demons and undead but this figure, never. He was a dark magic user, a very powerful one. While he had been fighting that sort all his life, he thought it would be interesting to befriend a dark magic user and fight alongside one. Saladin's calm face returned and he simply kept quiet behind the group.
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