Fantasy The Calm After War (Always Open and Accepting)

[Kylesar1]

"But I can't roll R's. How do I speak to nobles if I can't roll those?" At this point Selra actually left the sidelines. Ari at this point was an intriguing person. She didn't know if he was lying or not. But he was more wise to the ways of Nobles so maybe Ari could show her the way. Especially for those who can't roll the R.

Kylesar1

Ari Waesmor
Ballroom​

Oh god, Ari thought. Selra was just as clueless as these nobles. He had no choice but to keep the act going. Worse than that, he had to roll the r syllable every time for the rest of the night......... unless he taught them another lesson. "Of course, my dear Selra, there are many many ways to deal with that pesky RRRRhotic Consonant. What we just went over was called the trill. Another way is the tap, also known as the flap" He emphasized the word course with a light tap on Selra's forehead. "Think of the tap as a singular version of the trill. If you learn the trill, you already mastered the tap. For them both, say the word butter. It's spelled B-U-T-T-E-R, but it's pronounced B-U-D-D-E-R. Say that fast, as fast as you can, then stop in the dead middle of the word. You'll find yourself rrrolling the tongue. Much like with a blade, it'll take quite a bit of prrrractice to learn how to do it, so don't be discouraged if you can't get it in the first go."

Ari turned back to the crowd. His voice would pop into Selra's head. That forehead tap was nothing more than Ari establishing a telepathic connection to her. This is a true lesson, but it's also all pointless. This is just teaching these people how to pronounce the rhotic consonant in different languages.

Ari was engaging the entire crowd in this task of simply rolling the R sound. He wanted to laugh even louder. That was charisma for you. To engage a crowd of snobby nobles was like the final boss of charisma. If you could do that, you were ready to speak to anyone. Compared to Tyr's charisma, Ari's manner of engaging this crowd was in his element, whereas Tyr was better at engaging crowds in things like bars. "The next lesson is learning to speak fluently and cleanly without stuttering. Ladies, has your husband ever blundered so terrrrribly that he simply cannot be forgiven? You know, when he can't say the word right and he goes into embarrassing baby speech, as if he expect you to mother him?" He finished the rhetorical question with a sly giggle, making the women giggle as well. They were nodding in agreement, some of them giving their husbands hard stares. "A true gentleman is articulate, possessing grrreat dexterity with wordplay. Take this into mind and you'll be speaking like properly in no time."

"Sinful Caesar sipped his snifter, seized his knees and sneezed." A LOT of struggling from the crowd, as they simply couldn't grasp it, save for a few. After a minute, he moved on.
"Another one:
”Chester chooses chestnuts,
cheddar cheese with chewy chives.

He chews them and he chooses them.
He chooses them and he chews them. . .

. . .those chestnuts, cheddar cheese
and chives in cheery, charming chunks.” Again, a lot of struggling. Some of them forgot the words after he said them. Some of them complained it was simply too hard for them to grasp, and Ari laughed.

"Well this one isn't about me or anyone other than the Queen and the High Prophetess........so here's the last one, much easier:
"Moses supposes his toeses are roses......"
Avery took over, not missing a beat from Ari. "......but Moses supposes errroneously."
Ari caught it back. ".........But Moses he knowses his toeses aren't roses........"
"........As Moses supposes his toeses to be."

Elaina squealed in delight and joined them on the stage, grabbing an instrument from one of the musicians and standing in front of the orchestra
"Moses supposes his toeses are roses
but Moses supposes errroneously
A rose is a rose
A mose is a mose
A toes is a toes.
Hupidubidu!"

They repeated the beginning again, with Elaina starting to direct the orchestra. He managed to turn tribalistic beating into a weirdly interesting lesson in Rhotic Cosonants, and now into a full musical number. Ari and Avery started tap dancing and jumping around in perfect sync, putting on an impressive display of dance, music, and speech skill, as well as magic skill for impressive aesthetics.



They ended with an enormous applause from the crowd. That was entertainment for you, not that crappy elevator music they were expected to dance to

P Paint The Wind
FireMaiden
Safety Hammer
@Baku
Scarlett-Wulf

 

[Safety Hammer]

(Just tag me when I can have Tyr sing.)

 

[Paint The Wind]

Arabelle smiled and laughed, watching her husband with a huge smile on her face. This was why she married him, this silly and fun character who loved her and loved his friends and family. She was grinning joyfully. She loved her family so much, this made her so happy.

Until another snobby elf case forward. He pushed through the crowd and nearly knocked Arabelle over, not knowing who she was. “What the hell is going on here? Has it become a madhouse?” He glared at Ari. “You, Sir, what are you doing on this stage?”

Kylesar1

 

[Kylesar1]

Arabelle smiled and laughed, watching her husband with a huge smile on her face. This was why she married him, this silly and fun character who loved her and loved his friends and family. She was grinning joyfully. She loved her family so much, this made her so happy.

Until another snobby elf case forward. He pushed through the crowd and nearly knocked Arabelle over, not knowing who she was. “What the hell is going on here? Has it become a madhouse?” He glared at Ari. “You, Sir, what are you doing on this stage?”

Kylesar1

Ari Waesmor
Ballroom

An elf came through and broke up all the entertainment. Not on his watch. "Cursing speaks volumes to your character, though how you interrupted the Queens entertainment spoke loud enough in its on." Everyone was growing silent now and watching, the mood shattered. He cleared his throat and, with a flourish of his cape, started to speak. "I'm a mad person. I wear it with prrride. You're condescending though, I see it in your eyes. I am Ari Waesmor, naught but a man. I have 4 kids and a wife who tells me to stay my hand." Ari was starting up another form of entertaining the crowd by speaking in rhyme, making Ari look like someone who didn't take this guy seriously. The contrast between this Elf's uptight nature and Ari's being a jokester drummed up more comedy for the crowd to enjoy themselves

"You messed with the mood and messed with the jubilee. What is your alternative to music and dance, I prithee."

 

[FireMaiden]

Queen Anora & Bailey O'Connor
Ballroom​

"Your highness, please forgive me if there's a murder tonight,"Bailey muttered, now on her their glass of "booze". She was being served severely diluted alcohol because she asked the servers to make sure that she didn't get drunk til after the peace talks. Bailey was starting to sorta...regret the idea. "Excuse me Anora, I'm going to walk around," Bailey said, taking another drink before she walked away from the Queen. To be honset, while she was enjoying the antics her friends were getting into, but they didn't seem to realize that while the nobles would be enjoying it now, but some of them would defiantly bring this up when she tried to bring up something important later on. Bailey stepped out into the balcony, wanting some fresh air.

"Oh of course," Anora said as Bailey walked away, leaving her alone with Raven. Turning to him, out of the corner of her eyes, she saw some of her personal guard become more alert. "That's very interesting indeed. Anyway, what brings you to Faylen?" Scarlett-Wulf

 

[Safety Hammer]

"I'm a mad person. I wear it with prrride. You're condescending though, I see it in your eyes. I am Ari Waesmor, naught but a man. I have 4 kids and a wife who tells me to stay my hand." Ari was starting up another form of entertaining the crowd by speaking in rhyme, making Ari look like someone who didn't take this guy seriously.

"BOO!! GET OFF OF THE STAGE!!" Tyr heckled. He could admit that he himself gets annoying at times, but Ari trying to be a comedian made him want to tear his hair out. The bard rubbed his head, and looked at his other elven buddies. He was supposed to be playing music right now. You see, he was fairly popular with the elves due to his musical talent. He introduced styles like Blues into the Faylen scene, as well as some popular human pub songs. And so when he was asked to play at the ball, he enthusiastically accepted.
Now he was waiting for Ari to stop being a dipshit.

 

[Paint The Wind]

Ari Waesmor
Ballroom

An elf came through and broke up all the entertainment. Not on his watch. "Cursing speaks volumes to your character, though how you interrupted the Queens entertainment spoke loud enough in its on." Everyone was growing silent now and watching, the mood shattered. He cleared his throat and, with a flourish of his cape, started to speak. "I'm a mad person. I wear it with prrride. You're condescending though, I see it in your eyes. I am Ari Waesmor, naught but a man. I have 4 kids and a wife who tells me to stay my hand." Ari was starting up another form of entertaining the crowd by speaking in rhyme, making Ari look like someone who didn't take this guy seriously. The contrast between this Elf's uptight nature and Ari's being a jokester drummed up more comedy for the crowd to enjoy themselves

"You messed with the mood and messed with the jubilee. What is your alternative to music and dance, I prithee."

Arabelle giggled, watching her husband with a smile, though she was getting anxious about him pissing this elf off.

“Not this jesting and unseemly joking,” he growled. “You are a guest in this castle, what hole did you crawl out of that taught you that this is appropriate behavior?”

 

[Kylesar1]

Arabelle giggled, watching her husband with a smile, though she was getting anxious about him pissing this elf off.

“Not this jesting and unseemly joking,” he growled. “You are a guest in this castle, what hole did you crawl out of that taught you that this is appropriate behavior?”

Ari Waesmor
Ballroom​

Big mistake, Tyr. Ari told him telepathically. Ari had just gained heavy popularity as well. Singing, tapping, and the charisma enough to get people engaged in learning how to speak was something that any and every noble circle could do nothing but respect, Elven or otherwise. Ari should know. He's been in a lot of them.
Ari had the floor right now, and Tyr tried to throw him off. Oh well. Time to embarrass Tyr as well. He took on a mock somber and depressed look. He put his hands on his heart and fell to his knees. "The elevator music is better, it seems. The one drunk man in this entire ball agrees." He pointed to Tyr and people looked and laughed. Ari's acting ability was top notch, his drama could make him star in Shakespeare. He wasn't done with the floor, and Tyr only extended his time. Time for another jab. To both him and the music. "When he's full of the sauce, he cannot lie. To get rid of his hangover, he needs only the blandest style."

Ari took off his cape, worn out from everything he did. He was on stage for about a good amount of time. He ended his time on the stage. "You didn't seem to answer my question. If you don't like these good people enjoying themselves in this manner, what do you propose we do instead? Listen to drunkard music? Lull these people to sleep with your background music?"
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[Haka]

“This...freaking...blows” Fero said tapping his foot impatiently watching the guest mingle among each other. He had been hired by one of the visiting guest as a bodyguard to protect him if any thieves should happen to have attempted a mugging on his way to the ball, and of course he was going to have protect him on the way back should his assistance be further needed. However, there was a condition the two had made that prevented Fero from consuming any alcohol. He thought about refusing, but reluctantly accepted after discussing the pay if he were to accept the terms.

Some people seemed to have been enjoying themselves while others seemed like they would be anywhere else. In fact it seemed as if an elf had already lost his temper from the mere sight of others singing and dancing. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as his arms remained crossed as the sheer amount of boredom and lack of alcohol was going to cause him to eventually go mad. The situation between the annoyed elf and one of the humans didn’t seem to be going very smoothly either, however he found the odd man quite amusing to say in the least. It also seemed as if tensions among others weren’t going over so well either which could lead to bad results if something wasn’t done. Painting a smile over his face he joyfully made his way to the interesting bunch attempting to be a voice of reason to keep further tension from growing among themselves.

“Gentlemen please let’s settle down” he said in a humble manner to prevent offending anyone by mistake. “This is a ball and a time for togetherness. Let’s not ruin this lovely event through meaningless quarrel” he said placing his hands together as a symbol of closeness between them. “Allow simple bygones to be bygones and I’m sure we’ll have a much better time celebrating together” he said keeping his eyes focused on the elf. Looking to Ari his eyes giving him look of reasoning as he didn’t want this to end badly. “And please let’s not make a scene. You are a guest here as am I. Please let’s not have things spiral out of control” he told him.

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Kylesar1

 

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Ari Waesmor
Ballroom​

Big mistake, Tyr. Ari told him telepathically. Ari had just gained heavy popularity as well. Singing, tapping, and the charisma enough to get people engaged in learning how to speak was something that any and every noble circle could do nothing but respect, Elven or otherwise. Ari should know. He's been in a lot of them.
Ari had the floor right now, and Tyr tried to throw him off. Oh well. Time to embarrass Tyr as well. He took on a mock somber and depressed look. He put his hands on his heart and fell to his knees. "The elevator music is better, it seems. The one drunk man in this entire ball agrees." He pointed to Tyr and people looked and laughed. Ari's acting ability was top notch, his drama could make him star in Shakespeare. He wasn't done with the floor, and Tyr only extended his time. Time for another jab. To both him and the music. "When he's full of the sauce, he cannot lie. To get rid of his hangover, he needs only the blandest style."

Ari took off his cape, worn out from everything he did. He was on stage for about a good amount of time. He ended his time on the stage. "You didn't seem to answer my question. If you don't like these good people enjoying themselves in this manner, what do you propose we do instead? Listen to drunkard music? Lull these people to sleep with your background music?"
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Tyr felt his cheeks redden as everyone around him laughed. People who he had tried to look good towards. People who he had tried to gain respect with. He had dressed in the fancy clothes. He had learned to talk like they did. Fuck, he even learned to waltz. And now they were all laughing at him like usual. Good ol' Tyr. The butt of everyone's jokes. He felt like a kid who had just pissed their pants during a concert. He looked around at all of his "friends" and peers. All they did was giggle and laugh at him, causing his heart to beat faster and faster and faster and faster, making him panic. He quickly pushed through the crowd, and out the door. He couldn;t go back. Not now, not ever.

 

[Scarlett-Wulf]

Queen Anora & Bailey O'Connor
Ballroom​

"Your highness, please forgive me if there's a murder tonight,"Bailey muttered, now on her their glass of "booze". She was being served severely diluted alcohol because she asked the servers to make sure that she didn't get drunk til after the peace talks. Bailey was starting to sorta...regret the idea. "Excuse me Anora, I'm going to walk around," Bailey said, taking another drink before she walked away from the Queen. To be honset, while she was enjoying the antics her friends were getting into, but they didn't seem to realize that while the nobles would be enjoying it now, but some of them would defiantly bring this up when she tried to bring up something important later on. Bailey stepped out into the balcony, wanting some fresh air.

"Oh of course," Anora said as Bailey walked away, leaving her alone with Raven. Turning to him, out of the corner of her eyes, she saw some of her personal guard become more alert. "That's very interesting indeed. Anyway, what brings you to Faylen?" Scarlett-Wulf

“Well after what seems to be an assassins failed attempt she was executed with the scythe Baomet” stepping in closer to her, laughing at the routine Ari was doing “he seems skilled in combat and comedy, Ari is an interesting man, forgive me your grace I got distracted. As I was saying the assassin was killed and because of how the scythe works I was released from its dimension here” glancing over at Bailey having heard what she said he smiled. “I was once a king and a mighty warrior, at the height of my time I’d go as far to say That if I were to battle even the strongest of your hero’s it would end in a stalemate, but I fear the only thing I have these days would be my mind and my tongue”
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[FireMaiden]

Bailey O'Connor
Ballroom/Wherever The hell Tyr went. Garden maybe?​

The crowd would part slightly as the quickened footfalls of their High Prophet damaged to echo through the various nobles gathered around Ari. Bailey was upset, though it wasn't exactly clear on her face. She held a sickly sweet expression though her eyes were blazing, and her jaw was clenched. She cleared her throat to gain Ari's attention, "Ari Weasmor." She never used his last name. "Please, would you kindly refrain from mocking my husband any further? It would be better for all of us." She put the emphasis on the word husband, throwing a glare to some of the surrounding nobles who immediately realized that they had just fucked up. I mean, you seriously don't want to piss off a woman with this much power. One "vision" and she could ruin your life. With that said, Bailey pushed past Ari, and the crowd, to follow after her husband. It didn't take long for her to find him, and by then, her anger was over thrown by her concern. "Tyr?" She said quietly, coming up to his side, "Are you alright, darling?" Kylesar1 Safety Hammer

 

[Kylesar1]

Ari Waesmor
Ballroom​

Ari simply sipped his wine and kept talking to the nobles about the proper way to speak. It was a VERY boring conversation, but Ari's mind wasn't on the conversation. It was on Bailey and Tyr. He could've fought with Bailey, but he'd ruin her. He settled for it in telepathy, ready to voice his mind's grievances. I supported his fucking music no matter what whenever he played. No matter how goddamn drunk and slurred he got before he played, I supported it. Spread his name around and bought the records. I get up on stage to perform for the first time in front of him and he tries to boo me off stage?! Fuck that.
Ari was far from pleased as he spoke to Bailey through Telepathy. Tyr was probably on that telepathic line as well, as Ari didn't even try to shut him out.

Your husband is trying to be something he's not. That was plainly obvious by the way he overreacted. He's not a noble. Stop expecting him to act like one. You put him in all these noble clothes, give him these noble gifts, and put him around aristocrats, and what do you expect? He's uptight with sticks in his ass. If these people are entertained with fucking speech lessons just to sound more intelligent, he wouldn't survive noble scrutiny of his pub music. I know for a fact that strings were pulled to get him to play if you can't even get your own subordinates to respect you.
Ari saw all the signs. Beer at a noble ball? Come on now, that was OBVIOUSLY for people like Tyr, if not for him specifically. Lute music? There was an orchestra here to take advantage of. A band with an orchestra here? Unheard of. Even if Tyr was popular, there was no way he performed in front of nobles before. He was just too uptight for it to be the case. Being that uptight and nervous, he would've probably been a train wreck and Ari would've flipped it around to applause....... If Tyr didn't try to boo him off stage.
FireMaiden
Safety Hammer

 

[Safety Hammer]

Bailey O'Connor
Ballroom/Wherever The hell Tyr went. Garden maybe?​

The crowd would part slightly as the quickened footfalls of their High Prophet damaged to echo through the various nobles gathered around Ari. Bailey was upset, though it wasn't exactly clear on her face. She held a sickly sweet expression though her eyes were blazing, and her jaw was clenched. She cleared her throat to gain Ari's attention, "Ari Weasmor." She never used his last name. "Please, would you kindly refrain from mocking my husband any further? It would be better for all of us." She put the emphasis on the word husband, throwing a glare to some of the surrounding nobles who immediately realized that they had just fucked up. I mean, you seriously don't want to piss off a woman with this much power. One "vision" and she could ruin your life. With that said, Bailey pushed past Ari, and the crowd, to follow after her husband. It didn't take long for her to find him, and by then, her anger was over thrown by her concern. "Tyr?" She said quietly, coming up to his side, "Are you alright, darling?" Kylesar1 Safety Hammer [/QUOTE]

Ari Waesmor
Ballroom​

Ari simply sipped his wine and kept talking to the nobles about the proper way to speak. It was a VERY boring conversation, but Ari's mind wasn't on the conversation. It was on Bailey and Tyr. He could've fought with Bailey, but he'd ruin her. He settled for it in telepathy, ready to voice his mind's grievances. I supported his fucking music no matter what whenever he played. No matter how goddamn drunk and slurred he got before he played, I supported it. Spread his name around and bought the records. I get up on stage to perform for the first time in front of him and he tries to boo me off stage?! Fuck that.
Ari was far from pleased as he spoke to Bailey through Telepathy. Tyr was probably on that telepathic line as well, as Ari didn't even try to shut him out.

Your husband is trying to be something he's not. That was plainly obvious by the way he overreacted. He's not a noble. Stop expecting him to act like one. You put him in all these noble clothes, give him these noble gifts, and put him around aristocrats, and what do you expect? He's uptight with sticks in his ass. If these people are entertained with fucking speech lessons just to sound more intelligent, he wouldn't survive noble scrutiny of his pub music. I know for a fact that strings were pulled to get him to play if you can't even get your own subordinates to respect you.
Ari saw all the signs. Beer at a noble ball? Come on now, that was OBVIOUSLY for people like Tyr, if not for him specifically. Lute music? There was an orchestra here to take advantage of. A band with an orchestra here? Unheard of. Even if Tyr was popular, there was no way he performed in front of nobles before. He was just too uptight for it to be the case. Being that uptight and nervous, he would've probably been a train wreck and Ari would've flipped it around to applause....... If Tyr didn't try to boo him off stage.
FireMaiden
Safety Hammer

You're right. I shouldn't have even come to this fucking thing.
"I am going somewhere where I can be alone and hide away from everyone else." He said, his voice choking up. He didn't turn around, though. He simply continued to walk away. He just wanted to leave Faylen. Maybe he could go to a pub and get shitfaced. Drink and forget about what had just happened. That seemed reasonable.

 

[FireMaiden]

Bailey O'Connor
Wherever The hell Tyr went. Garden maybe?​

"Ari, for fucks sake, you don't have the right. He didn't have to come. In fact, none of you guys had to come. I didnt even want to come to this. But God's forbids me for wanting to make sure that my husband was prepared for something like this; learning how to speak to these people is a difference between life and death. So let me apologize for the fact we can't be a perfect as your fucking family," Bailey snapped back. She wasn't in a good mood, "But no, Ari, the only perfect mother fucker in the whole goddamn world where everything is a fucking joke, is critizing a man who doesn't have a healthy state if mind and his wife about something that he should really just shut the fuck up about! Who the hell convinced you were this hit piece of shit that can just walk all over everyone? You don't deserve a woman like Arabelle. You don't deserve your fucking kids. And you certainly don't deserve a friend like Tyr if you're going to treat him like a piece of shit!" Bailey hadn't been this angry in a long time. Ari just missed her off beyond belief, which considering that the peace talks were in a little bit, it want guaranteed that she would be calmed down by then. Of course, if war was declared, she had an excuse to leave that so called party.

The whole time she was yelling at Ari, Bailey kept up with Tyr, before she gently grabbed his arm. "Tyr, please. Come back. You don't have to mingle, or talk to anybody, just...please. I want you to be there. At least until the peace talks are over, I need you there." Kylesar1 Safety Hammer

 

[Kylesar1]

Bailey O'Connor
Wherever The hell Tyr went. Garden maybe?​

"Ari, for fucks sake, you don't have the right. He didn't have to come. In fact, none of you guys had to come. I didnt even want to come to this. But God's forbids me for wanting to make sure that my husband was prepared for something like this; learning how to speak to these people is a difference between life and death. So let me apologize for the fact we can't be a perfect as your fucking family," Bailey snapped back. She wasn't in a good mood, "But no, Ari, the only perfect mother fucker in the whole goddamn world where everything is a fucking joke, is critizing a man who doesn't have a healthy state if mind and his wife about something that he should really just shut the fuck up about! Who the hell convinced you were this hit piece of shit that can just walk all over everyone? You don't deserve a woman like Arabelle. You don't deserve your fucking kids. And you certainly don't deserve a friend like Tyr if you're going to treat him like a piece of shit!" Bailey hadn't been this angry in a long time. Ari just missed her off beyond belief, which considering that the peace talks were in a little bit, it want guaranteed that she would be calmed down by then. Of course, if war was declared, she had an excuse to leave that so called party.

The whole time she was yelling at Ari, Bailey kept up with Tyr, before she gently grabbed his arm. "Tyr, please. Come back. You don't have to mingle, or talk to anybody, just...please. I want you to be there. At least until the peace talks are over, I need you there." Kylesar1 Safety Hammer

Ari Waesmor
Castle Ballroom​

Speak to these people?! All the irrelevant pretentious nobles here who have absolutely nothing to do with these peace talks?! The motherfucker has been struggling for the past 7 goddamn years to live up to OTHER people's expectations, and once again, you're of zero help. You ENCOURAGE that shit, having him do all this noble shit while setting him up to fail from the getgo. BEER DOES NOT BELONG AT A NOBLE BALL. These people won't shut the fuck up in my ear as we speak about how beer just doesn't belong. He's not a fucking noble, you goddamn moron! Trying to accommodate his ass is sabotaging your already fucked up reputation as the High Prophet. Why in the blue hell can't you just let Tyr be Tyr?! This is not his fucking element. He is a people's man, who appeals to the common man, not your trophy husband to show off to your noble friends. This world, this noble world, where appearance and conformity is everything, is not for someone with an identity crisis

The Tyr I know and love does not belong in that fucking noble ball as he is. Plain and goddamn simple, and I'd rather be the one who gets him out of here before he's booed off the goddamn stage by the highest class in society. If you think he had a chance here, how about you use your clairvoyance for something useful for a change. Either he comes as Tyr, or not at all. This fake-ass noble Tyr simply won't stand.

Ari started walking off, still sipping his wine and conversing with the nobility. He wanted to be long gone, but he was stuck here.
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[Safety Hammer]

Ari Waesmor
Castle Ballroom​

Speak to these people?! All the irrelevant pretentious nobles here who have absolutely nothing to do with these peace talks?! The motherfucker has been struggling for the past 7 goddamn years to live up to OTHER people's expectations, and once again, you're of zero help. You ENCOURAGE that shit, having him do all this noble shit while setting him up to fail from the getgo. BEER DOES NOT BELONG AT A NOBLE BALL. These people won't shut the fuck up in my ear as we speak about how beer just doesn't belong. He's not a fucking noble, you goddamn moron! Trying to accommodate his ass is sabotaging your already fucked up reputation as the High Prophet. Why in the blue hell can't you just let Tyr be Tyr?! This is not his fucking element. He is a people's man, who appeals to the common man, not your trophy husband to show off to your noble friends. This world, this noble world, where appearance and conformity is everything, is not for someone with an identity crisis

The Tyr I know and love does not belong in that fucking noble ball as he is. Plain and goddamn simple, and I'd rather be the one who gets him out of here before he's booed off the goddamn stage by the highest class in society. If you think he had a chance here, how about you use your clairvoyance for something useful for a change. Either he comes as Tyr, or not at all. This fake-ass noble Tyr simply won't stand.

Ari started walking off, still sipping his wine and conversing with the nobility. He wanted to be long gone, but he was stuck here.
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SHUT THE FUCK UP BOTH OF YOU!!!! Tyr screamed internally. He was trapped in the middle of all of this, and my god, he was about to have a mental breakdown. All of this telepathic communication going through his head, a lesser magic user's head, was giving him a migraine.

First off, Ari, I swear to god, if you speak to my wife like that again, you will wake up in a foreign country under another person's name. This isn't a threat, it's a god damn promise. I treat Arabelle with as much respect as I can muster, and I demand that you will respect my wife as well. End of fucking discussion.

Bailey, I am not going back to that god damn party. I don't belong there. I can dress in the clothes, I can dance the dance, and I can talk the talk, but it is not me. In time, maybe, but not now. You need that to sink in pretty damn quick. I support you plenty enough as it is, I am sure that you can leave me be for an hour or so.

 

[FireMaiden]

Bailey O'Connor
Ballroom​

Bailey got quiet, taking a deep breath before giving her husband a soft smile. "You're right," She said out loud, but quietly. "I'm sorry. I'll just... I'll go find the kids," She said, now walking away from her husband. But Bailey had to pause, "In....incase I don't see you again tonight...I love you Tyr." She continued walking moments later.

Bailey had already gone and blocked off any further telepathic communication, so any more comments Ari felt the need to share would have to be in person; but Bailey was planning on avoiding pretty much everyone the best she could whole she did her best to calm down. She couldn't help but feel like the bad guy at the moment, but that wasn't new. She just, Bailey didn't know what she wanted right then. Maybe to leave the party but her presence was needed. After the peace talks, depending on the outcome she'd either rejoin her family and maybe try to patch things up with everyone, or...her and Herah would be sent to Lathbora Viran. This party was hopefully a chance to spend some time with her loved ones before she had to ignore them completely, but that didn't seem like an option any more.

"Milady, is everything alright?" Bailey had reentered the ballroom, her absence didn't go unnoticed. Looking around, she just gave the man a slight nod.

"Yes...its nothing you need to concern yourself about."

"Alright then... The Queen would like you to join her and the Councilmen for the negotiations now, they've decided to start early."

Bailey paused. Time sure did fly. "I'm going to find my children first. It won't take long." The server nodded, and went to tell the Queen while Bailey began to comb the crowd. Occasionally she stopped to greet someone, or was pulling into a conversation, but eventually, She found her kids. Only able to spend a few moments with them, she looked fine. Keyword, looked.

Anyway, some in the hoard of people would notice that the High Prophet, Queen Anora, and the Councilmen had retreated as the party went on. See, off the ballroom was a war room that held the large com stone that they would use to contact the Orc king. It was safer than meeting in person. Anyway, when the door closed behind them, two guards took their place to prevent any one from entering.
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[Scarlett-Wulf]

Ari Waesmor
Castle Ballroom​

Speak to these people?! All the irrelevant pretentious nobles here who have absolutely nothing to do with these peace talks?! The motherfucker has been struggling for the past 7 goddamn years to live up to OTHER people's expectations, and once again, you're of zero help. You ENCOURAGE that shit, having him do all this noble shit while setting him up to fail from the getgo. BEER DOES NOT BELONG AT A NOBLE BALL. These people won't shut the fuck up in my ear as we speak about how beer just doesn't belong. He's not a fucking noble, you goddamn moron! Trying to accommodate his ass is sabotaging your already fucked up reputation as the High Prophet. Why in the blue hell can't you just let Tyr be Tyr?! This is not his fucking element. He is a people's man, who appeals to the common man, not your trophy husband to show off to your noble friends. This world, this noble world, where appearance and conformity is everything, is not for someone with an identity crisis

The Tyr I know and love does not belong in that fucking noble ball as he is. Plain and goddamn simple, and I'd rather be the one who gets him out of here before he's booed off the goddamn stage by the highest class in society. If you think he had a chance here, how about you use your clairvoyance for something useful for a change. Either he comes as Tyr, or not at all. This fake-ass noble Tyr simply won't stand.

Ari started walking off, still sipping his wine and conversing with the nobility. He wanted to be long gone, but he was stuck here.
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Raven walked up behind Ari, throwing an arm around him with a large grin on his face. “Why don’t we go get some real drinks? The nobles here are about as interesting as a barrel of potatoes....” sliding his arm off of Aria back as he patted it roughly. “Or we could do a bit of light sparring? I’m sure that would be more interesting than this...” tossing the empty glass to a servant, sniffing the air, his smile fading as he stood back up regaining his composure “Is it odd that I miss war...and battle....the thrill of utterly overpowering an opponent and crushing their skulls in my hand?”
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[Tetro]

Quinn moved through the shadows, eventually forming on Arabelle's back and clinging to it, weightless. "Bailey seems upset..." They whispered. "I hope everything is okay. Maybe we could talk to her?" They suggested. There was a noticeable tension that made Quinn uncomfortable. A quality they most likely obtained through Arabelle, as they would normally have no feelings about the negativity or pain of others.​

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[Kylesar1]

SHUT THE FUCK UP BOTH OF YOU!!!! Tyr screamed internally. He was trapped in the middle of all of this, and my god, he was about to have a mental breakdown. All of this telepathic communication going through his head, a lesser magic user's head, was giving him a migraine.

First off, Ari, I swear to god, if you speak to my wife like that again, you will wake up in a foreign country under another person's name. This isn't a threat, it's a god damn promise. I treat Arabelle with as much respect as I can muster, and I demand that you will respect my wife as well. End of fucking discussion.

Bailey, I am not going back to that god damn party. I don't belong there. I can dress in the clothes, I can dance the dance, and I can talk the talk, but it is not me. In time, maybe, but not now. You need that to sink in pretty damn quick. I support you plenty enough as it is, I am sure that you can leave me be for an hour or so.

Raven walked up behind Ari, throwing an arm around him with a large grin on his face. “Why don’t we go get some real drinks? The nobles here are about as interesting as a barrel of potatoes....” sliding his arm off of Aria back as he patted it roughly. “Or we could do a bit of light sparring? I’m sure that would be more interesting than this...” tossing the empty glass to a servant, sniffing the air, his smile fading as he stood back up regaining his composure “Is it odd that I miss war...and battle....the thrill of utterly overpowering an opponent and crushing their skulls in my hand?”
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Ari Waesmor
Ballroom​

As mentally weak as you are right now, Tyr, you couldn't even make it back in here to get to me if I didn't want you to. In fact, as you are right now, I can kill you from where I stand. Don't believe me? Ask Avery. He taught me the move. Ari finished off his wine, starting to feel a buzz. That was enough. That's why I tell you to get your shit together. We've fighting non-stop Tyr. One day, This whole TARI shit will end in one of our deaths.......... With that, Ari's telepathic voice was gone. Ari always fought to kill, even in bar brawls when he was unarmed. He went for the weak points to knock them out. He took threats very seriously, even from Tyr.

Ari went to go get his kids and Chloe. "Chloe! You've eaten 7 damn cakes. You'll die." Not small cakes either. We're talking giant 5+ layer cakes. Cakes that 2 of could easily feed this entire ball. Chloe was the cause of so much cake shortage

Chloe was on a sugar high. She was very very jittery and restless. This much sugar was like crack. She hiccuped. "S-s-s-sorry master. Elv-v-ves make suuuuuuuuch gooooood caaaaaakes." Did one of those cakes have alcohol in it? Ari didn't know.

Raven walked up behind him and offered a good proposition. "Aye. I live for the fight. You're my type of guy, Raven. Let's leave this place. It'll end in war anyways. May as well practice a bit beforehand."

 

[Scarlett-Wulf]

Ari Waesmor
Ballroom​

As mentally weak as you are right now, Tyr, you couldn't even make it back in here to get to me if I didn't want you to. In fact, as you are right now, I can kill you from where I stand. Don't believe me? Ask Avery. He taught me the move. Ari finished off his wine, starting to feel a buzz. That was enough. That's why I tell you to get your shit together. We've fighting non-stop Tyr. One day, This whole TARI shit will end in one of our deaths.......... With that, Ari's telepathic voice was gone. Ari always fought to kill, even in bar brawls when he was unarmed. He went for the weak points to knock them out. He took threats very seriously, even from Tyr.

Ari went to go get his kids and Chloe. "Chloe! You've eaten 7 damn cakes. You'll die." Not small cakes either. We're talking giant 5+ layer cakes. Cakes that 2 of could easily feed this entire ball. Chloe was the cause of so much cake shortage

Chloe was on a sugar high. She was very very jittery and restless. This much sugar was like crack. She hiccuped. "S-s-s-sorry master. Elv-v-ves make suuuuuuuuch gooooood caaaaaakes." Did one of those cakes have alcohol in it? Ari didn't know.

Raven walked up behind him and offered a good proposition. "Aye. I live for the fight. You're my type of guy, Raven. Let's leave this place. It'll end in war anyways. May as well practice a bit beforehand."

Raven laughed as he smiled again, glad Ari took him up on the proposition “if there’s a courtyard that would serve well as a place to spare, less people getting hurt or to mistake our fun for real combat” looking around for a moment, he had a bit of problem when he drank, he wouldn’t stop until he felt something, which in his case would have been barrels of alcohol. “Would you mind leading the way Ari? I’m not sure where to go, oh and your kids probably wouldn’t mind seeing seeing their old man fight for a bit....but first I need blood.....hm.....ah now I remember!” Reaching under his cloak he pulled out a flask. “Shouldn’t drink too much of this...my wife had some of the best...” blushing a bit as he talked about her. “Now off to battle!” Raven exclaimed before taking a quick sip from the flask, the veins in his neck became more prominent for a split second as every muscle under his armor rippled. “Only demon I never wanted to rip apart....odd isn’t it though, a vampire with feelings!” Laughing as he roughly patted Ari on the back.
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[Kylesar1]

Raven laughed as he smiled again, glad Ari took him up on the proposition “if there’s a courtyard that would serve well as a place to spare, less people getting hurt or to mistake our fun for real combat” looking around for a moment, he had a bit of problem when he drank, he wouldn’t stop until he felt something, which in his case would have been barrels of alcohol. “Would you mind leading the way Ari? I’m not sure where to go, oh and your kids probably wouldn’t mind seeing seeing their old man fight for a bit....but first I need blood.....hm.....ah now I remember!” Reaching under his cloak he pulled out a flask. “Shouldn’t drink too much of this...my wife had some of the best...” blushing a bit as he talked about her. “Now off to battle!” Raven exclaimed before taking a quick sip from the flask, the veins in his neck became more prominent for a split second as every muscle under his armor rippled. “Only demon I never wanted to rip apart....odd isn’t it though, a vampire with feelings!” Laughing as he roughly patted Ari on the back.
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Ari Waesmor
Ballroom ----> Knight's Training Grounds​

"I wouldn't call it odd. I can relate........ I've killed over 800 and still counting," Ari said with a chuckle. "You'd think that I wouldn't have the capacity for that level of feeling anymore, but crazy things happen." He met Arabelle and shit just went downhill from there, in a good way. Lexi, Misty, now Chloe. The kids

He started walking over to the training grounds. "You meet someone and no matter what you do, how many you kill after that, you never go over that edge, even if the edge is a good thing." Surprisingly, he wasn't talking about Arabelle or his kids right now, not that Raven would know anyways. In Ari's case, the edge was the abyss of losing the desire of anything other than to kill. "If your job is to kill, you know they're holding you back in that regard. It may even run through your mind as a what if they try to kill you, but you know you can't bring yourself to do it......or really even WANT to, though you can say it all day and mean it without bluffing."

When they made it there, Ari surveyed the place. "Extreme, Insatiable Bloodlust, Rook. That's what I'm dealing with, to the point where I even threaten my friends. That shit ain't healthy in the least. I'm the only one in our group who still fights on a regular basis. Everyone else is truly in retirement........" He walked over to a window into the Armory and looked inside. He needed one of those bows. Luckily, there were no guards in there, as they were guarding the entrance of the armory from inside the castle. It was locked and sealed, but this window could open. It was just too small for Ari to fit. He did see something intriguing: A Wood Elf Archer doll lying on a shelf where all the bows were. Maybe that Queen's property for some reason, or a crazy way to label all the weaponry. "Chloe, dear? May I borrow your power for a second?"
She perked up. "Of course, Master. I'm yours to use how you wish."
Ari lifted her up to see and he pointed. "See that doll? I need you to get it to get me one of those bows. More specifically, that one there, as well as a quiver."
"No problem!"

Using Telekinesis, Ari opened the window and Chloe took over. Ari could do this himself, be he hasn't tested out the extent of Chloe's abilities yet and this seemed like a good time to do so. Chloe hopped into the window and glowed in a strange purple aura and the Wood Elf Archer doll lifted up a bit, then started moving, landing on its feet. It looked around until it saw Chloe. "Oh hello, master!" it waved and jumped down to her.
"We need to be silent," Chloe said to it. "See that bow there? I need you to get it for my master and slide it out that window to him."
"A bow for grandmaster.......Easy work." The doll was small, but it could jump. Still, it was a fairly high jump, so Chloe gave it a boost. Ari, meanwhile, floated the quiver out, knowing that a doll couldn't carry something that heavy. It would a just a minute for the doll to get


Ari turned back to Raven, who he preferred to call Rook. "You've been asleep all these years. Seems a bit weird that the first thing you want to do it fight, but I like it. It means you live for the blade. You chose a hell of a person to warm up with though. I'm more....... Roid Rage, batshit insane workout type of fight. No mercy."

 

[Scarlett-Wulf]

Ari Waesmor
Ballroom ----> Knight's Training Grounds​

"I wouldn't call it odd. I can relate........ I've killed over 800 and still counting," Ari said with a chuckle. "You'd think that I wouldn't have the capacity for that level of feeling anymore, but crazy things happen." He met Arabelle and shit just went downhill from there, in a good way. Lexi, Misty, now Chloe. The kids

He started walking over to the training grounds. "You meet someone and no matter what you do, how many you kill after that, you never go over that edge, even if the edge is a good thing." Surprisingly, he wasn't talking about Arabelle or his kids right now, not that Raven would know anyways. In Ari's case, the edge was the abyss of losing the desire of anything other than to kill. "If your job is to kill, you know they're holding you back in that regard. It may even run through your mind as a what if they try to kill you, but you know you can't bring yourself to do it......or really even WANT to, though you can say it all day and mean it without bluffing."

When they made it there, Ari surveyed the place. "Extreme, Insatiable Bloodlust, Rook. That's what I'm dealing with, to the point where I even threaten my friends. That shit ain't healthy in the least. I'm the only one in our group who still fights on a regular basis. Everyone else is truly in retirement........" He walked over to a window into the Armory and looked inside. He needed one of those bows. Luckily, there were no guards in there, as they were guarding the entrance of the armory from inside the castle. It was locked and sealed, but this window could open. It was just too small for Ari to fit. He did see something intriguing: A Wood Elf Archer doll lying on a shelf where all the bows were. Maybe that Queen's property for some reason, or a crazy way to label all the weaponry. "Chloe, dear? May I borrow your power for a second?"
She perked up. "Of course, Master. I'm yours to use how you wish."
Ari lifted her up to see and he pointed. "See that doll? I need you to get it to get me one of those bows. More specifically, that one there, as well as a quiver."
"No problem!"

Using Telekinesis, Ari opened the window and Chloe took over. Ari could do this himself, be he hasn't tested out the extent of Chloe's abilities yet and this seemed like a good time to do so. Chloe hopped into the window and glowed in a strange purple aura and the Wood Elf Archer doll lifted up a bit, then started moving, landing on its feet. It looked around until it saw Chloe. "Oh hello, master!" it waved and jumped down to her.
"We need to be silent," Chloe said to it. "See that bow there? I need you to get it for my master and slide it out that window to him."
"A bow for grandmaster.......Easy work." The doll was small, but it could jump. Still, it was a fairly high jump, so Chloe gave it a boost. Ari, meanwhile, floated the quiver out, knowing that a doll couldn't carry something that heavy. It would a just a minute for the doll to get


Ari turned back to Raven, who he preferred to call Rook. "You've been asleep all these years. Seems a bit weird that the first thing you want to do it fight, but I like it. It means you live for the blade. You chose a hell of a person to warm up with though. I'm more....... Roid Rage, batshit insane workout type of fight. No mercy."

“Still even though they are what is holding you back from that edge don’t faulter in keeping them safe, as a warrior you must always keep your blade sharp and ready to slit a few throats” Raven watched Chloe and the doll, trying not laugh at the two little things “What are they Ari? They are funny little ones” he whispered as the two of them retrieved the bow and quiver. “Alas I no longer have loved ones to fight for, so fighting is all I have, well accept my wife’s treasured blood...” blushing again at the mention of her. As he jumped back placing his hand on his swords hilt to keep it from making too much noise as he moved. “You’ll have to forgive me during our match then if at some point I can’t keep up, I haven’t fed in quite some time so I’m most likely only at a fraction of my original strength, but I have to ask, why call me just Rook?”

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[Kylesar1]

“Still even though they are what is holding you back from that edge don’t faulter in keeping them safe, as a warrior you must always keep your blade sharp and ready to slit a few throats” Raven watched Chloe and the doll, trying not laugh at the two little things “What are they Ari? They are funny little ones” he whispered as the two of them retrieved the bow and quiver. “Alas I no longer have loved ones to fight for, so fighting is all I have, well accept my wife’s treasured blood...” blushing again at the mention of her. As he jumped back placing his hand on his swords hilt to keep it from making too much noise as he moved. “You’ll have to forgive me during our match then if at some point I can’t keep up, I haven’t fed in quite some time so I’m most likely only at a fraction of my original strength, but I have to ask, why call me just Rook?”

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Ari Waesmor
Knight's Training Grounds​

The doll grabbed the bow. It looked down happily. "I got it, master!"
"SSHHHH!" Chloe hissed. "We're gonna alert the guards! Throw it down. I'll catch it"
The doll pushed it down, and Chloe grabbed it out the air. She jumped up on the window sill. "Here you go master!" she said with a sparkling toothy grin as sweet as all the cake she ate not too long ago. "Done with love and pride!" She looked back at the doll. "Thank you for your help." She raised a paw and high fived the Wood Elf Archer Doll. The doll then lost its purple eyes and fell back down, back to being a stuffed toy

Ari, however, kept talking to Raven. He wanted to ask him wouldn't he run out of blood at some point, but it may end up being a sore subject. To keep the blood of a loved one on you must meant you missed them dearly. It was territory Ari would rather not bring up. "No worries. Stop when you need to. These Training Grounds are a Holy Field that heals in a fatal injury. That means we can fight to kill without actually dying.........." He grabbed Chloe as she jumped out the window and stroked her. The doll
"Nice work, Chloe. You have a fantastic ability indeed." Chloe purred and blushed at the same time. She really didn't know which was better, the stroking or the praise. She physically felt it when Ari praised her, and she was an empath to the highest power when it came to her master. Watching Chloe and the doll and simply how cute the whole display was put him in a good mood.

"This is Chloe, my cute little Savicorn. I recently made a contract with a God to redirect all my magic into the Arcane only, in exchange to giving my wife back her sight. I was an archer before then, one of the best in fact. I gave up my bow for this, hence why we're stealing these." He drew his sword with his free hand to display all the runes on it. "I got this sword, a dagger and hatchets the same way as this sword, and I also got Chloe as a familiar. She can animate toys and dolls, a useful ability as you can see."

Ari put his his sword, drew the bow and put the Quiver on his back. Chloe jumped out of his arms and onto his shoulder. He strung an arrow to the bow and aimed in the sky at a 45 degree angle. "I call you Rook because you have no idea how common your name actually is nowadays. Every little Dark Magic user these days is named Raven or they use it as some pseudonym." With his eyes and the bow glowing blue, Ari released the bow. A massive sonic boom erupted from the bow as it flew, sending the Arrow far and away from where they were. Ari made the arrow glow for tracking purposes and it flew insanely fast, breaking the sound barrier at some point. It stayed in view until it reached the arc and started coming down. Then trees and all that got in the way. He waited for a moment, then felt something. The arrow hit and killed someone in the city. That was at least a mile away. The combination of Psychic abilities and Bow was potent to say the least. "Fantastic. There's someone on my blacklist down......... Anyways, you're far too intriguing a person to be with that crowd, so I'll call you Rook. Plus, I'm certain you didn't win the name Black Rook for nothing, just like I don't have the reputation the Black Assassin for nothing. Whatever you specialize in, you had to be good at."