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Rising From The Ashes


Iuadago "Indigo" Adaicate Bellarum
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His Imperial Majesty responded, "Let us go, I have nothing else to do for now... And I assume you left nothing, forgot nothing, or have nothing to do men...?"  he turned around to face the 3 Imperial Guards that stayed behind. They only said "No, you Imperial Majesty!" whilst holding one fist over their heart in a chivalric style. On Indigo's mind, he would think about something to keep everyone at bay, to wipe off hostilities.. for the time being. Perhaps a trade league, where people depend on trade, and if the time of war comes... everyone's economy's would collapse due to the lack of trade. Or maybe a "Grand Authority" that keeps everyone in check. No... that would keep someone in power of the whole world, which could be bribed and biased. "So... What are we waiting for? I hope it is nothing to minuscule." as Indigo ushered Arwen to lead him to his Emperor.
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Eloria giggled softly at Galandor's response to her calling him a 'sir' before his name. "Good to know I am not the only one who dislikes formalities." She commented back, the smile on her face increasing in size as the man lead her to where they would eat. As they walked, her mind wondered idly about the man before her, Why did his chest glow? And what was the strangely elegant dress he wore? Two questions she would half to ask him come due time. 
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AS the pair arrived at the table, Eloria sat at the place that was clearly marked with her kingdom's banner. She was going to wait for Galandor to gather food first, but he insisted she do so. Removing the little cloth and setting it aside, Eloria picked up the chop sticks, taking a moment to figure them out and how they work before she gathered dishes from Ignis, rather than her own. Eloria was curious what the food here tasted like, not that she doubted they would be terrible, but she figured she would rather try something unknown rather than stick with the known. After gathering a bit of food, Eloria set her plate down and decided to wait on Galandor to gather food before she would dig in. "So tell me Galanador, what did you invite me to your lovely country?" She asked, a curious glint in her moonstone eyes as she looked at him from where she sat.
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Galandor took upon his own chopsticks and quickly filled his plate. "That's the main mystery, right? I'm sorry not to discuss that on the letter. I wanted to see what kind of person you are before doing something like that." Galandor took a bite from a meat dumpling, still steaming. "First of all, I thank you for accepting my invitation. I know it was kinda sketchy, since I didn't contact any country before. My Conquest Campaign 20 years ago, driving out the barbarians from the country, probably didn't paint a great picture of Ignis' behavior too." He took some time to eat more. "The main reason to have invited you here is to show you that we're as peaceful as one can be, and to see if your majesty is interested in creating an alliance. My home has been secluded from the rest of the world for too long, and it's not going to take much time before they want to know what lies over these walls... by force. I want to let the world know that, although I was made by the people who participate in the Thousand Year War, I'm not like them. I don't want war. Although I never saw the war with my own eyes, I know how much suffering the world endured because of it. Even today, there are still echoes of that time. So me and the Jiangshi," He says, pointing to Amphora, "We decided to start contacting the other countries, and try to strike a mutual agreement, whether is by commerce, research or even labor." He looked at one of the butlers, and the man clapped his hand. A tray, much like the one with Thoris' symbol near Eloria but with Ignis' emblem, was brought near the empress. The butler took the cloth off of the tray, revealing 10 shiny bars of the purest black. It was difficult to see the contours of it, if not by the light shining on the edges of the bars. At the top of it, a decorative dagger could be found. "This is my offering to Thoris. Ebony ore is a special kind of alloy made in the Magma Forges. It's highly resistant to the elements, and incredibly durable. Although is weak against magic, and doesn't handle enchanting quite well, it's a great material to forge. I would like you to accept it, as a form of good will from Ignis to Thoris." He said, smiling.
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Arwen walked alongsinde Indigo, with some soldiers to ensure the security that Indigo required. Climbing the stairways, the same path that Eloria took, through the same streets, parks and such, all the way to the entrance to the castle. He talked to a soldier, then approached Indigo again. "It seems Galandor has finished repairing his arm, and is now in a lunch with Empress Eloria. He asks you to join him in the gathering." Arwen said, smiling politely.
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"I pray you will prepare a seat for me and my soldiers... No?" Indigo said, "Nevermind what I said, I came here with such a short notice, he'd never had predetermined my arrival."  he could hear chatter echoing through the walls, "...I believe I know my way to your Emperor,"  he looked at Arwen with a "Sorry-Not-Sorry" look. "Forgive me, this is the part I say adieu."  he was about to turn and head straight towards the dining hall but he stopped himself to say, "No, this is not how I treat people who aren't royalty, I merely have to leave you to go to a diplomatic meeting, this is nothing personal." then he began walking upstairs to the dinning hall.


"I did say the right thing to make him not offended... Right?" Indigo would say to his Imperial Guards in the unique Wynchesterian Tounge they didn't have any choice of saying "No" so they said "Yes". Indigo and his Imperial Guards had made it to the dining hall door, as with Wynchesterian tradition, the 2 soldiers each opened the door (Assuming it was a Double-Door) as 1 Imperial Guardsman comes in first yelling, "Presenting his Imperial Majesty!" and moving to the side to show respect to Indigo, and then Indigo comes forwards. "Ah, Galandor, nice to meet you. I believe my envoy has informed you of my presence? Yes? Good."  he glanced over at Eloria and then stated, "I never knew you two were newlyweds."  he would say in reaction of Eloria's clothing, "'Tis a shame I wasn't invited to the wedding, Galandor."
 
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Tight and Restraining? That was worse then a night shift that barely covered... anything? He doubted that very much, but if her words were an attempt to bring up unwanted, and uncalled for, mental images... it worked. Although, it was hard to tell if 'restricting' clothing or if 'less clothing' called up more of them. Aldon clenched his fist, letting his nails bite into his calloused flesh hard enough to draw his tainted blood as he used the sudden flash of pain to banish the thoughts from his mind. He wasn't quite sure what the allure of teasing him came from, his reactions were... well, they weren't the best, were they? If anything, he was quite certain he was incredibly dull in both wit and reaction, but it never seemed to face Lilith, at least, not since after the war ended. Perhaps they should wage another war so the serious Lilith would come back for awhile and save his sanity and time? He could almost feel her next to him, scant inches away, it was not a physical sensation so much as it was an awareness of the nearness. He didn't feel warmth, not through his clothing or her... lack there of for being a vampire, but there was a certain static charge, an electricity... He wasn't sure what one would call that, and he wasn't even sure he liked the heightened awareness.
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Lilith's words snapped him out of his thoughts, although it did not dispel that... awareness, she wanted him to relax? How did someone force themselves to relax, that was... impossible, wasn't it? And more over, he had work to do. Work that he had to finish... He didn't have forever. He wouldn't live forever and neither would she. The stasis wouldn't last forever, already, he could sense it was starting to weaken. "Its not about my health," Aldon said, how could she not understand? It was about more then him. It was always been about more then him, he was just too slow to realize it. 
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"I don't have an eternity to do this," Aldon said, stubbornly refusing to look at her, he would not be budged by her eyes or pout, "She is running out of time. I am running out of time. That book can save her, Lilith, it can. I.. Just need more of it," His rough voice cracked at the end, almost needing her to understand his..obsession. What if the field falls? What if, while he is here, trying to forget the world, something happens to her? Again. Because of him? He understood she was worried about him, although why she was, was far beyond him. Kharis was more then happy to leave him in his 'drab' castle and to his studies. 
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As Lilith awaited a response, her eyes seemed to trail over the man and his appearance. Her ever need to touch him growing as her mind wandered to thoughts of moving much..much closer to him, gently removing his hood to see that darling face of his. He may not think himself handsome, but to her appearance was only a trivial matter, the inside was what was most important. Sure than man had done some bad deeds. Who hasn't these days? Bur his heart was in the right place, and always had been. His love and care for his daughter was, perhaps, one of his most endearing qualities. One of the many reasons Lilith..
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Her thoughts were tore away from that as the bittersweet scent of human blood filled her nostrils. His blood. The enchanting smell was pushing her to the limit as the blood inched out. Her restraint was weakening and her hands laced together in her lap, tightening to the point were her knuckles were solid white. How long had it been since her last fed from a like host? Weeks? Days? A month? She had no idea, but the urge to take his hand..to lick the blood up..enjoy it's lavish taste...it was both tempting..and sickening. 
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More than anything in her life, Lilith hated what she was. A monster who craved blood. Even know..she could still not come to terms with what she was, and due to that she rarely fed from like hosts, preferring to drink it with only wine. Wine diluted the taste, made her feel slightly better about what she was doing..but still it ate at her. Lilith forced herself to look away from him, and unlace her hands. She had to make the hunger go way. The lust for this man's blood. With a forced effort, her hand clasped around the goblet and drank every ounce of what was left in it before returning their hands to a tightly clenched state. 
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"Aldon.." She started, her voice low with a forced tone of 'calm' in it. "I understand your need for the pages..which is why I found one for you, one I believe will help you greatly. I cannot understand it very well, but I believe it is some sort of healing or barrier magic. I am unsure...I..I do not know how to read the pages..I will give you it now..but on the promise.." Lilith had to stop as her voice was beginning to quiver from the strain of keeping herself at bay. She would not feed from Aldon. Now now. Not ever. She would never forgive herself if she did. "That you please..just relax..not for you..but for me.." The struggle in her voice was evident, and she hated it. Hated wanting his blood. Hated everything about this.
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Buh'roham had traveled to this Ignis place on his private yacht (which was actually just a canoe with a sail) out of curiosity of these Forge-born entities. He hadn't heard of them before and that alone was enough to pique his interest. He walked about writing everything down in his journal, what they looked like, what they ate, how they reacted to the world around them. Most everyone thought it invasive, but he seemingly didn't notice.
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He finally concluded to learn everything he would need to go to the palace itself. 
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"Hope they're friendly!" He says to himself as he saunters off to the palace catching odd glances as this cat man walks around like he owns the place.
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Aldon nearly snapped his neck in how quickly he swiveled to look at her. She found a page? How... when? He had been searching and searching, using his undead, new found wealth and 'students' to find one and they have turned up nothing, and she had found one? How long had she had it? How long before she told him? He still had a hard time believing it, and more over.. it... it could be one of the ones he had truly been searching for? So many questions running through his mind, as he struggled to process it all, he barely noted the change in her demeanor... She had one of the pages, it was right before him, and she wanted him to not use it yet? To not look at it? To wait?
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He opened his mouth to tell her he couldn't, to demand the pages... but Aldon stopped, she looked... like she was in pain. Slowly, he closed his mouth and unclenched his hands, it was.. small. He hated waiting, hated to not do anything when his goal was so close, when the solution was at his fingertips. Relax.. How was he supposed to do that? How did anyone do that? Work was relaxing, having something to do and distract his mind was relaxing, wasn't it? Did... Did he just sit there drinking wine as he tried to force himself to relax? 
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"How..?" Aldon asked softly finally reaching the extent of his knowledge, "How do I relax?" 
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He wasn't being sarcastic... he genuinely did not understand what she wanted from him. Aldon was used to work, used to doing something. He hadn't.. 'relaxed' in years and he had no idea how to go about doing it, how to get his mind off what was going on, how to stop himself. But if that was what she really wanted, if that was her price, he would pay it. Somehow. 
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Lilith could feel his eyes on her, looking at her with what was probably a mix of several emotions, but she was lost in her own mind. Lilith was fighting ever urge in her body that told her to lung at the man, drink his blood..but she wouldn't budge. At his question, her head tilted up slightly, but she couldn't look at him. Not at her current state. "W..well first..help me out.. p..please." She stuttered, slowly pulling her hands free from their vise grip on one another. Very carefully, a shaky hand reached out and took his bleeding hand and raised it in front of his face. Her hand was slightly tight on his hand, but only enough to cause minor discomfort. "Dispose of this.." She said, her finger pointing to the blood that was slowly leaking down his hand and onto her's. 
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If Aldon could recall anything from their past together, she hoped he realize how..hard it was for her not to luge at him. A similar thing had happened before, back when the man was beaten and bloody. Lilith helped the handmaidens care for him, but often he didn't need much attention, though that didn't stop her mother hen like tendencies. Lilith often stayed by his side, mainly while he was asleep to make sure he was sleeping fine, as well as to check his well being. At the time, Lilith was just a young vampire..being in the room with a man who smelled of blood was a challenge, one she used to help wing herself from live bodies. She would not feed from him. No mater how good he smelled, and thanks to that..he helped her a lot more than she thinks he might know. 
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However, there was a night when Lilith, much like now, found herself desperate for a live host. She never fed off him, but she did nearly go mad from the craving of wanting his blood. So much so that after nearly an hour of sitting in his room, the smell around her taunting and teasing at her, did she finally go and feed. A disgusting and revolting thing. She wasn't sure if Aldon ever caught her training herself this way, but she managed to do it.
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Eloria listened to all the man had to say, and just as she was about to talk..a yell could be heard. A man was introduced, and as Eloria looked to him..she noticed he was rather..flamboyant. Was having an announcer really that important or necessary? Also..did this..well..idiot not know any better than to not interrupt a meeting? How very rude. Eloria's face went stony as she turned to look at Galandor. "I shall present my gift to you in private.." She retorted, then quickly added, "The dagger is astonishing Galandor." She said, her eyes drifting over to it, getting a better look at the weapon.
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In all honesty, her words did not truly personify how amazing the  smith work was on it. Her eyes wondered it for a minute longer before the final comment of the strange King hit her. He thought..she was..engaged to Galandor? This was their first meeting! Such a thing was preposterous. Besides, no one really found Eloria attractive these days. Not that she cared. "For your information, Sir. We most certainly are NOT to be wed. I suggest you find the respect you seemed to of lost and act more..decent." She said, her voice stern as she took a bite of food. 
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It tasted absolutely delicious. By far better than the dishes from her homeland. As she finished with her bite of whatever wonderful thing she had eaten, she gave a small quaint smile to Galandor. "Your cuisine is..well beyond words. My complements to the chef." She said before taking another bite, this one much bigger.  
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"You must be Indigo, Emperor of Wynchesteria. Well, it must be, from the look of your guards and how you so flamboyantly barged into a peaceful lunch." Galandor could feel his core throb, pulsating, like a heart, angry. The ever-presenting light emanating from it was pulsing in the same rate, making it evident that he wasn't pleased with the intrusion. He took a deep sigh, forcing himself to calm down. The pulses slowed then stopped. Amphora looked at him worried, but Galandor nodded at her, assuring that everything was alright. "I'll await it eagerly. And I made the dagger myself." He said to Eloria regarding the presents. "I'll let the cook know that his food is fit for a queen. Or an Empress. Some people think that Ignian cusine is too... spicy. What you ate is roasted duck with coriander. And as much as I find Empress Eloria beautiful," He directed himself to Indigo, "We aren't engaged." He sighed. Was all Wynchesterian like this? "Flashy..." he whispered to himself. He looked at the man on the door before raising from his cushion. He approached Indigo, with the height becoming much more apparent. Galandor was 2 meters tall, towering anyone in the room except Amphora, his sister. He smiled politely, then extended a hand. "Welcome to Ignis, Emperor Indigo. I'm Emperor Galandor. If I may, I would like you to sit with us and enjoy the lunch. There's plenty food for everybody. I hope you enjoy our cusine." Galandor said, then looked at his guard. "There's no need for soldiers here, we're safe as it is. If you want, they can rest and eat at the Barracks."
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The port was more lively, now that it was at late morning. All stalls were open, selling a far bigger variety of fish than earlier. The cat-man surely did caught some glances, mainly from the port guards. They watched him every step, waiting to see if he would do anything suspicious. A tout, guide-for-hire at the port eagerly approached the man. "Hello! Do you need a guide? I can offer my services for 10 copper! You'll see the best that Koterra can offer!" The woman had traditional clothes, although with more exaggerated accents, surely to attract tourists. "I'm Aiko, by the way. I can stay with you the entire day if you please, making sure you have the best time here in our lovely city!"
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Aldon wasn't sure how he could help her out or why she was having so much trouble speaking until she took his calloused hand in her own smaller one, of course, callouses or not, he could do little to stop her if she wanted to crush his larger hand, vampire strength being what it was. His eyes slid to his own to the small trail of blood flowing freely from the tiny cuts in his hands and dripping down onto her own skin. Blood? It took him a moment to connect the dots, was the blood bothering her? She felt that way when she was a younger vampire, but that was before... He understood vampires could... crave for it, hunger for it to the point of blinding, but his blood was causing it? His blood was tainted with foul magic and most vampires wanted very, very little to do with it. She still craved for blood, his blood, even when it was as tainted as it was? Moreover, how was he supposed to dispose of it? He didn't carry around a handkerchief or any one of those clothes carried around by the noble dandies. 
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The pain in her tone prompted him to do something.. anything. Reaching out blindly, he wiped his hand off on the first clothe he could find... the tablecloth. He opened his mouth to apologize, but thought  better of it. Aldon doubted calling more attention to his social blunder would really help the situation, and really, would she have expected anything more from him? Not if she was in her right mind she wouldn't. When she offered a change of subject, he pounced on it, after taking a moment to ensure the blood on his hand had stopped flowing... Was he hungry? When was the last time he had even eaten? Almost at once, his stomach growled and let him know its opinion, "It... seems I am," Aldon said, his deep voice almost puzzled as he still couldn't recall when was the last time he had eaten... and if he could not remember, then it had to have been some time. Although, he couldn't help but feel that him eating while she was hungry seemed a bit... cruel, but it was better then sitting next to her in her state of undress with her looking so pained.
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Lilith didn't care at all that she wiped his hand on the tablecloth. It was a trivial thing that could be replaced, and would be. At once. After he did so, she followed suit with her hand; taking extra precaution to get all of the blood off before grabbing her goblet and wine. Her gown lay a little father down now, but that certainly did not help her cleavage situation..but rather increased it by a lot. Her long pale lilac hair settled on her shoulders and as she walked towards the door. "Forgive me for that..it's been.." She thought fir a moment, once more pondering when the last time she feed from a live source was. "A while since my last..'fresh meal'." She said, her face twisting up in disgust at the thought of people being meals, though Aldon would only be able to see a bit of her expression as she opened the door with her elbow. 
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She had heard his stomach growl right before she left, causing her to sigh deeply at him. "Aldon..you need to eat more. Need I stay at your castle and force feed you three meals a day?" She asked. Honestly..she really debated that idea quite deeply. If the man could not take care of himself, then she surely would, without hesitation. It would be just like old times. The thought of her being his caretaker once again made a soft smile dance across her elegant features as she walked through the halls.
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Lilith would stop in the Grand Hall of her castle, tapping her bare foot twice. The sound made form her bare foot taping a cold marble floor was enough to alert a nearby thrall who had clearly been on his way else where. "Do you need something my lady?" He asked. Lilith nodded before answering, "Indeed darling. Aldon requires food. Inform the chef, as well as fetch me another bottle. I'll need it." She said, that last part softer toned in hopes Aldon wouldn't catch it, but chances were he would thanks to how silent the Grand Hall was. 
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He saw the confused glances and suspicious glares from the guards and pretended not care though really it made him angry.
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"Who are they to stare at me! Inconsiderate w-whatever they're made of people" He thought to himself. "What are they made of?"
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"Ten copper? A fair deal I say! Here is your money. Please lead on Aak-Jun Aiko" He said in his heavy Am Brodim accent.
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"Ah, forgive me for my foolish assumptions, and my flamboyant introductions. It is merely a Wynchesterian way to show respect to one's leader.  Please forgive me that I interrupted this whole meeting, I assumed you two were husband and wife because..." Indigo would point at the dress she was wearing, "To most cultures, they view that as a "Wedding Dress" and I was uninformed of your presence here. So yes, perhaps it is indeed my fault for interrupting this meeting, but then again, I was told absolutely nothing. So that is a communication error on Galandor's part." he looked empathetically at both of them, While that had happened, the soldiers made their leave outside, and merely waited. "Let us forgive, and forget, most of these things. Mistakes about each other's culture are normal, as I am but a mere foreigner in a great land." Indigo, in true Wynchesterian Style, took off his hat and extended his hand out to Eloria, "May you forgive me and my people?" also, to the side, he said,  "It is Wynchester, not Wynchesteria, It is if I were to call Throis, Thornland. It is informal, and disrespectful."
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Galandor made a confused face before laughing. "Your short notice made it difficult for me to warn you of my other guest. I also apologize for the slip of my tongue,  it wasn't my intention to insult your country's name." He gave a genuine smile. "Let's start again, shall we? I reserved a seat for you on my table, so please, enjoy the lunch." Galandor said while sitting down. Amphora looked at Indigo, then back at Galandor. "Is everything okay, brother?" Galandor waved his hand at Amphora, a serene expression on his face. "It's fine, Amp. He's the man i told you about, from the land of the blue banner." Amphora looked at Indigo again, then went back to her plate. Galandor pointed at another cushion, on the other side of the table. "Have a seat, your plate is ready. I hope you know how to use chopsticks."
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Aiko gave a happy smile. "Great! Come with me, I know of a great place to eat, at the middle ring fo the city" She started walking, without hearing the answer. Aiko started talking as they climbed the stairway into the city. "The city is divided into rings: The inner ring is where The Old Fortress and the residential area is. It's the most protected place in the case of a siege. Almost all of the citizens in Koterra have their homes here." Aiko said. "It's also home to the best stir fry in all of the city. Come with me! It gets crowded by this time."
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"She'll forgive me in her own time." Indigo would put back his hat, he shook Galandor's hand and took a seat. He looked at the food served with a bit of curiosity... He thought that the food served looked akin to the food in Wynchester. There was fresh duck, what seemed to him was "Tomato Soup", tea, since of the tea craze in Wynchester, and he was mostly interested in this "Red Ice Cream", "Thornroot" (It's Ignis's Wasabi, but it's Hot Ginger.), he made sure no one was looking and took 3 whole spoonfuls of it. Like any other fool who doesn't know Asian Cuisine, he ate it as if it were mint ice cream. His face turned red-hot, he was almost sweating a river, and he could barely speak. In a pathetic attempt to rid himself of the dreaded feeling, he went to take a sip of his tea. His body immediately refused to have it, as unlike Wynchesterian Tea, it was unsugared, so it tasted as bitter like a perky librarian. He mustered the courage to swallow "Hell's Drink" as he would describe it, and said, "G-good dish, compliments to the chef..." he also said to the side, "Dieu, sauve-moi de ce cauchemar."  translation; "God, save me from this nightmare." after encompassing "The Devil's Spit", he tried cheering himself up with the "Pecking Duck", he followed the same suit as last time. The "Tomato Soup", was a complete disaster for him, he stepped outside, and just spit the soup out. Unlike a normal person he endured, and survived. "...A-as I said before, very g-good *gulp*, f-food." and stepped out into the hallway to talk to his Imperial Guardsmen, and said, "Jamais, jamais avoir de la nourriture a partir de cet endroit. Il n'y a rien , mais une deceptione, et une honte." translation; "Never, ever have food from this place. It is nothing but a disappointment, and a disgrace." he continued, "Le Epine-Racine contient tellement de gingembre , il est un Weasley." translation; "The Thronroot contains so much ginger, it's a Weasley." the guardsmen laughed, but His Imperial Majesty looked at them, not with a face of disgust for their disrespect, but with a humiliated expression. He went back into his seat. got his act together, and said "So, Galandor, how about we talk about diplomacy?" a topic and something he really wants to talk about after he had experienced hell in his mouth.
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"How did your people come to live here? How did they fare in the Millennium War?"
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Forgive her for wanting to drain him of his life's blood? Aldon wasn't quite sure what he, or anyone, really was supposed to say when someone.. well... wanted to 'eat' another person. Wasn't something that was often covered by his father when he was learning to plant and cultivate crops. So, for lack of a better... anything, Aldon gave a non-committal shrug, which wasn't all that useful given she was walking away from him and had her back towards him so wouldn't have been able to see his motion.. not that it was all that important considering it was just a shrug. 
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Of course, as was the running them with Lilith today, his thoughts were cut off when she turned towards him to scold him, although he barely heard her words as her night shift had, somehow, defied all the odds and managed to slip down just a little more and reveal even more of the pale skin that lay underneath. If he were a more cynical man.. or one that was not so distracted by a hungry vampire's cleavage, he would think she was almost doing this on purpose. "If you stay at my castle, you need to wear clothes," Aldon said automatically, his voice coming out before his mind had been able to truly considering what was being said as most of his.. mind was still absorbed in a daze, "Real clothes."
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Aldon pushed himself off the table and followed her, the wall now between them acting as sufficient prompting to push her.. assets from his mind, something he hated himself for noticing as, in a way, it felt dirty as if he was cheating on his wife who had passed away... what feels like just days ago at times. He came out just in time to see her directing a servant, it was almost impressive how quickly she was able to get his attention, normally, he used the dead as it was, well, simpler and when he did use humans, it tended to.. not go well as they either cowered before him or were necromancers, themselves, and were angling for weakness in him, real or perceived, or a way to improve their little circle of 'colleagues'. Required food was a bit strong, he figured, he didn't really.. require food. He had managed well enough, well, depending on the view on the word 'well'. The great hall, being marble and designed to allow sound to travel easily so someone at the front, when speaking to an assembly, could do so without shouting, made it quite easy to pick up her softy words of needing more of her 'wine'. The second the words left her mouth, it clicked, he was supposed to have said it was 'alright', or, perhaps, 'It was no matter at all,' maybe even 'There is nothing to forgive'... But it was too late for that now. Of course he would only figure out what would have been good to say long after the chance to say it, Aldon would have kicked himself if this was something new, but really, he almost expected to figure out the right thing to have said long after it was due.
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"No gruel or stew," Aldon added, his rough voice echoing throughout the hall as he could not bear to stomach more gruel or stew. Easy to make, but he had eaten it so often over the past months that the mere idea of consuming more almost made him sick to his stomach now that his mind wasn't too preoccupied to notice. 
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Lilith perked up at his words, a sly little smirk edging it's way onto her face. "Real clothes huh? Well if that's all I need to wear to take care of you and ensure your well being..consider it done." She said, tossing an amused glance his way. If Aldon truly meant his words, Lilith would suck up wearing stuffy clothes just to make sure Aldon ate more and took better care of himself. In all honesty, Lilith didn't care if she looked like nothing more than a mere handmaiden to anyone who visited him. Aldon clearly needed help and whether he like it or not..he had just opened the door for her to once again take care of him. 
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At Aldon's comment of his food preference, she nearly gagged. Was that..all he had been eating? Damn him. Lilith could remember from her military days just how awful that stuff was. Seriously..how could he handle that? "Do..you really think that's what I intend to feed you?" She scoffed before continuing, giving him a bit of a hard look. "You will have something much better for you, and better tasting might I add." She said with a shake of her head before beginning to walk up the stairs. "It'll be a bit before your meal is done. Come along, we need to catch up, and I have no doubt you have burning questions about how I found that page." She called back to him as she was beginning to take on the second set of stairs to the right, heading for her bedroom. Or study. She wasn't quite sure just which one would be better. Though..the thought of laying on her bed once more made her more prone to choosing that option.
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As Lilith walked, she poured herself a glass of wine once more. She could feel her self control coming back now that she was away from the smell of his blood. She knew his blood wasn't the best out there..but it was far.. far better than blood wine. Or so she guessed, but it was better she didn't think about that..other wise she might start to get the urges again; which was something she most certainly did not want. 
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Eloria watched the scene unfold before her. She was glad the king apologized for his actions, but still it was rather..rude of him in both the actions of him intruding on their lunch and not forewarning Galandor sooner of him wishing to visit. Was this king that unprepared? Eloria did not know, but with a sigh she continued to enjoy her meal, the spices mixing nicely with one another. She most certainly would be taking home some sort of recipe. If she could. 
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Not long after the man apologized did he mention that her dress look like a wedding gown to other nations culture, to which she sighed once again and replied, "I see..well in my homeland, white stands for elegance, grace, and nobility. One does not wear white one their wedding day, instead the bride will wear black." Her tone was more matter-of-factly than anything, which..could of made her come off more..standoffish that she really wanted but..it was too late to fix that now. After replying, her moonstone eyes followed to king to were he sat and watched as he ate something that apparently did not agree with his mouth. 
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A small smile made it's way across her face at his display before she let out a soft chuckle. Perhaps he should of ate less of those spices and not mix it with tea? Eloria felt an eye roll coming, but she held it back before returning her attention to her food, noticing that it was gone. Huh..had she really been enjoying it that much? Ah well..she'd get more in a bit. Eating while making negotiations was not something that came ease for her. "Galandor, to your proposition..I would have to say that us becoming friends could be rather..interesting. AS we are polar opposite in the ways of nature." She commented, debating heavily if allying with him would be worth it, but as she was doing so..a dark thought struck her. There could be pages..in Ignis. What a tantalizing thought. Perhaps if she did get friendly with him..she could..convince him to let her send mages..to look for the pages? Yes..that would be delightful. She would need to talk to him about that in private, as the pages need to be a secret. Her secret. 
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At the king's mention of some for of alliance, she looked of at him as raised a brow. "What are you proposing exactly?" She asked, uneasy about making a big alliance with other nations. That..That could cause problems. Throis was not an easy nation to visit and that was how she liked it. Until her mages had combed every inch of Thoris, no one really got in. Not until she was absolutely certain there were no more pages on her country. Those were her's. Once she was done searching there..then she could seek out others. Only to fine comb the land for pages. She would find them all..remake the book..just like it told her to.
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Aldon wasn't quite sure why, but he felt that his comment about wearing real clothes was going to come back to haunt him. She almost seemed... excited about the prospect, and he can almost imagine the young servants and more, impressionable, necromancers bemoaning the fact that the vampiress would be hiding her form under real, decent, clothing. Not that he thought she would wear anything conventional, but if he could look at her without staring at her hips or breast, he would consider it 'adequate'. Plus, he was having enough trouble concentrating as it was, he couldn't afford more distraction then he already had, and he was almost hoping that her... excitement and 'deal' was just a jest and that she didn't intend to visit him regularly and try to take care of him... almost. 
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He blinked at her... what was the word for that, astonishment? Surprise? Disbelief? Yes, disbelief felt right. "I don't know," Aldon said simply, it wasn't really something he had been thinking about. What she was going to feed him? He hadn't really planned on eating here at all, much less, wondering on what her thralls could fix up. But really, he didn't think it would be all that hard to make something better then cold stew or tasteless gruel. He opened his mouth to inform her that he could take care of himself and didn't require a mother, but.... no, he really couldn't take care of himself well, but there were far more important things then that. 
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Aldon followed in step behind her, he was more then curious on how she had managed to do something that had eluded him for so long. Had some dandy pretty noble's boy spilled some ancient secret after spilling himself in one of her 'working girls?' It was an avenue he had never thought about employing, information likely came flowing through her brothel... While he wasn't fond of the idea of Lilith working in a brothel, it seemed to have been treating her fine. Of course, he had to focus on keeping his eyes on the middle of her back, the span between her shoulder blades, so as to not venture lower to the swishing of her hips back and forth with every step, "Where was it?" He asked, the need to know overwhelming any 'politeness' of waiting until they were alone or not on stairs. 
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Lilith stopped just outside her bedroom door to look back at him, her slate grey eyes attempting to find his under the hood. "You'll never believe me." She answered calmly before opening her door and sauntering in. The room was a huge master bedroom, covered in elegant tapestries with a mannequin off to the side that had a very old set of armor. It wore the old insignia of the nation, but of course that was barely visible due to the multitudes of  damage done to it from the great war. For a moment, Lilith's eyes wondered to it before going back to her beautiful king sized bed with silk sheets. It was made up now, unlike earlier when she had just arose. In the rest of the room there lay ebony wood dressers and an amour. A few swords hung on the walls, and of course a giant, thick, black set of drapes to hold back her worst enemy. The sun. 
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After entering, Lilith calmly walked to her bed and sat down, stretching out the silence between them before looking to Aldon. "As you know, running a brothel and tavern is quite..useful, shall we say, in the way of getting information." She started, placing her goblet and wine bottle aside before leaning back on the bed, her pale lilac hair slowly slipping off her shoulders and touching the bed. "One of my girls just happened to of found a man, who while very high on opiates, had a way of mumbling about a page telling him to do something. Honestly if I didn't know any better I thought it would of been nonsense rambles." She stopped to adjust the falling night gown back onto her shoulders, as she figured Aldon would not care to see anymore than he could. "But I know better. Well anyways, the lovely girl assigned to him found a very strange piece of paper, and that piece of paper just happened to be what you were looking for." She paused to let her words soak in with him.
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Lilith knew he'd either not believe her, or get insanely mad that someone had collected a piece of paper they knew nothing about. Either way..this would not be pretty. "Also, I'd like you to know that I have found more information now how we might find another. It's just hersay..but the rumors that come out of drunken or drugged men aren't always wrong." She said, her expression calm, collected but also hooded. Lilith was being cautious, as Aldon was in a very..sensitive state right now about these pages, and honestly..who could blame him. His daughter was sick by his own plague...there's no telling how hard he's beating himself up about that. How much it's killing him, and that only hurt her. To see Aldon in such as state as he was..it was painful to watch. to see a man who was so keen on finding his wife, who had faith and confidence that he would get her back and start up his family once more, willing to go any length to save her..to an empty hull of a man..gods it was so painful to watch..which is why she vowed to help him whether he liked it or not. No matter how dangerous..no matter how hard to she to fight..Lilith would help him. Even if it too..drove her mad.
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"...Look, if we don't remember the past, we are doomed to repeat it." Indigo looked and Eloria, and sighed,  "Perhaps your nation doth not know about the several strings of nations around the world..." Indigo would take out a map of the world,  "Wynchester heavily influences the world, trade, diplomacy... Hell, even our fashion is something others would take note of." he also took out several lists, "I am also not bluffing, due to Wynchesterian Maritime Policies, I practically know every nation under the sun." (So he says. :P) "Also, being 'flashy' as some might refer to it, is merely the life that there is in Wynchester. Even the poorest of the poor, who aren't really poor because I throw them cash, wear the most fashionable clothing there is."  he looked at Eloria empathetically, "Normally, I treat all ladies, in general, with the utmost of courtesy, but... Wearing white dresses in public is something that is looked down upon in my nation. Perhaps this is where a divide of cultures starts." he sighed, "As to the answer to your previous question, I propose a league of nations, for peace. To make sure that there will not be another damned 1,000 Years War."
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Galandor pondered upon Indigo's words. "The threat of a new war is always at our doorstep. This... League of Nations... you speak of. Of course, there's a high possibility that it works, but there are many more variants that we need to discuss." He drank some tea, making a delighted face. "First, magical affairs. Each nation has its own policies for magic, and naturally, some nations are more magically developed, such as Thoris and even Ignis, and some are more inclined to technology. such as Wynchester." He turned to Eloria. "What we need is a common goal. Something that we can work together, accomplish and progress, so that we can strengthen our relations." Galandor returned his gaze at Indigo. "The first thing we need to solve is trust. I know we have our commercial bonds, but this is strictly business. We need something far greater than just money to keep the nations together."
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Aiko pulled a book from her bag and opened to a page. She cleared her throat and started reading. "Common lore says that Emperor Galandor and the Jiangshi, our Generals, were born from the mountain's core itself. They repaired the Old Fortress, and welcomed the Kaita, the nomads from the Thousand Year War. They said that the Kaita traveled from the other side of the world, seeking a pace to call home, and Galandor and the Jiangshi helped them settle on the mountain base. They revered him as a god, but Galandor didn't like that name. He blamed the gods for the war. He founded Koterra and the Ignis' Empre on that staircase, as he swore to protect the citizens from the gruesome times that the war caused. The city prospered and thrived under his command." She closed the book, and then stopped in front of a good-looking restaurant. The smell was delicious, and it was busy, with several customers on the tables. "I think that Galandor saved them. He made a safe haven for everyone, and we thrived under his command." She pointed to the store with a happy face. "We're here! Hope you like stir fry!"
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The ship anchored itself on the far end of the port. The lunch hour made the stores on the port as busy as ever, dozens of people on the seafood restaurants. The merchants were at full steam as well, screaming their products at the passing crowd. The guards were as stoic as ever, making the rounds on the chilly sea winds. As King Leon's party exited the ship, three guards immediately approached the group. "Halt! You're in the Moon Shore Port of Koterra. Please, identify yourselves, and I must require that you keep any animals in the ship, until proper authorization is issued. I hope you understand." Before Leon could answer, A man with a more detailed armor arrived, and the soldiers instantly stood tall. The man approached the King. "Oh, your majesty! I'm sorry for my subordinates. Today has been a really hectic day, and we're making sure nothing goes wrong. Welcome to Ignis. I'm Makan, overseer of the port's activities. My soldiers will lead you to The Old Fortress, where you can met with our Emperor." The soldiers apologized and turned around, waiting for Leon and his ensemble to follow them.
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Talv walked back and forwards in her room, thinking about the other nations across the globe. She had been terribly bored over the past few days, with hardly any issues within Naman nor offers/talks from other parties or nations. She then remembered that the other Rulers were all together in Ignis. Or was it Telduria or Wynchester? She couldn't remember, nor could she think straight. She walked straight to the Department of Foreign Affairs once more, and simply walked up to the first person she saw. "Any news of the other Rulers or parties?", Talv asked a blonde-haired man. He simply stood up in a casual and slow manner, but took the deepest bow that Talv had ever gotten. "I have gotten news that King Fenrir, Ruler of the Kingdom of Thalien, has reached upon the ports of Ignis," the man replied, in a slightly laid-back tone. Talv simply nodded and left the room while he was still standing.
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It seems that all the Rulers are meeting together in one place, and Talv instantly questioned herself whether she should leave for Ignis or not. Pacing back and forwards in her room again, she had many thoughts of the other nations. "Lady Mith," she shouted to her main servant. "Yes, Commander?" "Contact Ignis and request for permission to land upon their ports." The servant simply bowed and left the room to send the message. Talv looked out at her window and saw the sun almost leaving the pale red skies.
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