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[Vexumin]

Nohren Hart

After having spent a good amount of time examining the Akuman delegates and their entourage, Nohrne has had his fill. He had to ensure that his own escorts were performing their duties as instructed, and if they were then they should have stationed themselves on the third floor of the embassy beside his quarters. Both him and his guards, still tailing him close behind, stepped up the stairs of the embassy, rising to the floor designated for Jareedi representatives. His guards seemed to have just finished bringing his belongings to his room and Nohren was very pleased with them.

"I want two guardsmen outside the door to my chambers for the duration of this trip. I will not risk allowing thieves or miscreants disturb even a single thing within. Shift rotation shall be as normal, just make sure no unauthorized individuals pass in and out of where I'm going to rest my head at night. Captain Zadaem," the prince calls to a decorated guard amongst the bunch. The large man takes a step forward and stands at attention before Nohren. The prince offers a genuine smile. This man has stood beside him through many an expedition and has saved his life more times than he can remember. Zadaem taught him how to survive beyond the walls of a city and even taught him how to take a life when necessary. The Captain was to thank for making him strong. "Captain, from now on, you will be my personal escort. You will be at my side at all times. Everyone else shall tend to their duties and mingle amongst staff. Take a well deserved break after our travels, but remain vigilant. I don't trust a single person here to not make a scene eventually."

Nohren decides to return to the main halls of the embassy, descending the stairs once again, but this time with Captain Zadaem in tow. He takes another look back at the aging old man. Though his hair had turned white during their time together, the man still had strength in his body, and Nohren knows that he still has it in him to take on any number of strong warriors still. Nohren had faith that, alone, Captain Zadaem would have his back and prevent anything terrible from happening.



The prince and the captain enter the main halls and look about. Zadaem runs a hand along his beard, watching as people from Maho and Jareedi scramble about and try to continue to make things presentable for the arriving nobles. The captain chuckles. "Things already seem immaculate enough as it is, but they're still polishing every last surface," he says, watching as someone had rushed on by while simultaneously trying to pay his respects to the young prince whom raises a hand of pardon in response. "They are all busy and need as few distractions or obstacles as possible. It doesn't help that all of their important guests are arriving all at once. Bound to have caused a bit of panic. I just can't wait for the party to truly get started. Everything has been so fun already."​

 

[NeonFlow]

"suppose we should see where we are staying..." Stawa's followed the servant to lead them to their quarters, Yahno returned to the dragon to get his bag from one of Akumans chosen. Yahno had a quick private conversation before catching up to Rowena and Almond...
"You an Nah watch Kashuu." The metal helmet nods back.
"don't let any to close an make sure he gets live food..."
The metal mask nods once more before reaching into his robes
"don't use that" Yahno warned but Dahno protested quietly "I will if I must."
"Well that's fair"
The man had no time to argue and couldn't disagree with his friend on the matter anyway... The Akumans were set up between two rooms with three beds each, adequate by normal standards but very fancy to those who have been living in simple homes.

The sun had set by the time the preparations were complete....
With the dragon being well fed (a small auidence watched but only a handful of people enjoyed it)
And many promises of safety from Yahno (and Almond with slight guidance)
The event proceeded as planned!

The esteemed nobles of Maho and Jareedi are escorted into the embassy hall. Everyone Is dressed in their best with the goal of impressing someone in some way.
Be it to curry favor with royalty or attempting to woo someone of higher status...
The largest event of the year and everything on display was impressive or replaced with something more intriguing.
Musicians of all sort keep the atmosphere fun, light and festive.
Famous chefs from across Jarack have spent days cooking various kinds of feasts all to be served on this night. The smell of magic was in the air thanks to a various assortment of Jareedi's iconic Spiced wine and Maho's many innovated brews. Conversation was sparking all over, some running a tad hot but these situations are handled swiftly and professionally by Rolragga's finest.
(With only seven drunks being escorted off the property)

Many asked why the king or queen had not been announced nor any members of royalty.
No speech greetings or introduction of any sort... while the people made conversation and enjoyed the food. They may have noticed away from the dance floor and seating arrangements was a small circular table in the outside courtyard, there are three seats for the respected leaders of each kingdom.
Shina Hart, Ains Circa and Yahno Stawa sat at this table presumably in a deep discussion. The only things one might notice are subtle... (without eavesdropping of course)
The fire Queen waving over a servant at times to bring more drink.
The magic King seemingly distraught or visibly glaring with a pointed finger across the table at the one eyed Prince who seemed very happy to be here... Given the amount he has ate and drank during the last hour one would assume so anyway.

Dartha Rout had finally found the Akumans, well two of them anyway. Rowena and Almond were stuck with a proud drunk telling stories of the city he captured fourteen years ago.
MarieK Nagabe
"...It was with the mace on my back! I led two thousand men into this city years ago... and now it's named after me rahha-hahaaaa. But you tribals, ahhh Akumans... sorry I'm drinking... You Akumans must have better tales to tell! You came here riding a dragon.. tell me of the strange lands beyond Maho"
Another trusted member appointed by royalty was in the process of embarrassing himself a tad.
Salla Deems was regrettably failing at his job of being a spellsword, what with getting distracted by the cute noble and the unspeakable act they did in private... Salla was now searching for the Circa family to ensure no treacherous acts had occured during the hour he was missing.
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Syfer Blackrose7 Historia Calamatium Vexumin Juju Stern LuLuLu lumbago
I'd suggest you interact with other player characters rather then NPCs but I won't force anything apart from Yahno Stawa eventually making a scene to relay his fathers words.
I've given some objectives to each faction in the relevant pm and now is the time to get a start on that somewhat.

But don't be afraid to tag me in said pm if you want to go into more detail on what sorta goals the king/queen has given their family and subordinates.

Of course you could just rp getting drunk and claiming "Birdmen live in the rainclouds" yall do you as long as your controlling your character or minor npcs from your faction.
Note for Akumans we have no NPCs apart from Dahno and Nahno Kutt and they are outside watching the transport.

 

[Juju]

Princess Yelae Hart

~~ Open for Interaction ~~​

Yelae's servants were absolutely mortified at the state of her dress. Apparently running through gardens and scaling walls were not a good combination with delicate, expensive silks. They kept saying things such as 'the queen' this, and 'I will lose my head if she shows up to the feast looking this way' that but Yelae was hardly paying it any attention. Ever since she saw the child -- who she now knew as Almond -- with his dragon she felt like she was on another plane of existence as the others.

This had to be another chosen of the spirits, one of the great dragon spirit. She, chosen of the phoenix spirit, surely must have been brought here as an act of fate. If only she could have stayed longer with the boy. A flare of anger rose in her chest when she recalled how her sister convinced her to head back inside and prepare. Yelae had forgotten the plans for a feast and had assumed she could return to the dragon. Instead, she had to be washed from head to toe and then dressed in the obnoxiously uncomfortable dress that had been picked out for her.

She glared into the mirror at its reflection and pulled at the fabric constricting her legs and chest. Foolish! How could she have fallen for another one of her sister's little traps. The excitement of the event had blinded her. Yelae pressed her hands together in prayer, seeking forgiveness and the spirit's wisdom in the future. Her anger only grew, simmering like an overfilled pot, until she remembered why she was here.

Yelae let her hands fall to her side, fingertips grasping an edge of the soft, red silk. An uneasy feeling gathered in the pit of her stomach. She pushed it down. Fear was nothing in comparison to the flames of loyalty. This was her purpose, and her purpose was the protect the lands of Jareedii on behalf of the spirit's will. She must have faith that they would never lead her astray. Everything would be for their grand, glorious purpose. She only had to act.

Act she would, as she quickly left behind her reflection and headed to the party.


The air was alive with music, conversation, and the smell of fine Jareedii spice. Yelae, still angry at Layla, avoided her sister wherever she could. With a crowd of this size it was easy, though Yelae always kept a lookout for the elder twin. If only Lyle was here... he was the better one and didn't treat her like a child all the time. Nohren was an even better option, but he was nowhere in her sight. He had acted strangely around the dragon, and Yelae suspected he might have wanted to hunt it like all the other monsters. That of course, was an act of blasphemy against the great and wise spirits. She couldn't help but wonder what would happen had he actually attacked it. As a chosen, it was her duty to protect the children of the spirits. Would she have to fight her brother?

Lost in her thoughts, Yelae almost ran into a servant. She weaved away at the last second, spinning as if in dance. With a frown, she rounded on the servant and hissed, "Hey, you should watch your... wait, are those spice cakes?"

The servant seemed frightened, either from her scars, or her name, and nodded. Before they could say a word, Yelae grabbed one. "Spirits be praised! I haven't had these since the last lantern festival! Do you have any lotus paste? They are best with the paste!" she took a chomp and would have consumed it all in seconds, but felt eyes on her from a nearby conversation. A woman turned her back and talked to some noble Yelae forgot the name of. They both laughed.

Yelae stiffened her posture and ate the pastry delicately this time, making each bite a nibble. She felt her appetite fade, anyway. The party's hum of conversation and music sounded too loud, the smells of wine and spice too heavy. With all the enthusiasm of a funeral dirge, she finished the cake. After it was gone, she looked down at her fingers and saw that they were covered in sticky crumbs. She frowned, angry at this realization. Little sparks of flames gathered on them, burning to ash the sugar and oils.

Spoiler: dress reference

 

[Historia Calamatium]

Half tempted against attending the feast Rias sat in his bed deep in thought. Thoughts always turning to his late brother and how morbid it is to celebrate at a time like this.

Rias felt there was too much to do. Too much happening. Too overwhelming for him to pretend to feign obedience any longer. He wasn't even allowed to publicly mourn his brother as to not allow Maho to appear weak. The brother who always checked up on him when he stayed out too long from partying and was recovering , the brother that consoled him after every failed relationship, the brother who never made him feel alone when he was having an argument with their father. Oh how he missed him dear and how sad he was he never said thank you or told him he loved him enough.

'What would you do now if you were in my position?' Rias asked as silent request for guidance as he felt the tears welling once again.

As if right on cue there was a knock on his door. One knock. Pause. Three knocks. Pause. Another single knock. Wiping his eyes Rias went to answer and was met by two of the Maho escorts, a spellsword by the looks of her and one of the servants Rias was sure he met before but couldn't place.

"The suit your brother requested has been finished, your grace." The servant boy declared.

Rias' face must of showed his confusion because the second spellsword, a women in her late 30's, cleared her throat with a look of barely concealed embarrassment.

"It was supposed to be a surprise gift for your 22nd birthday and your first trip to Rolr-Mogga from Crown Prince Shenani." The spellsword said.

"Since the prince isn't here to give it himself we opted to do so in his stead. He knew how much you love your spellsword uniform and that you'd never take it off even to look formal so he commissioned us to help make a suit that functions the same but make you look 'somewhat presentable that father doesn't pop a blood vessel'.

Rias felt his eyes watering. Maybe he wasn't as alone as he liked to think he was.

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Rias joined the feast as it appeared to be already in midswing donning his new attire and bringing out his artifact to bring the whole outfit together which garnered a few looks from various guests.

Rias was informed his father was apparently in the courtyard with the other two royal representatives and found it amusing his father was depriving himself a chance to strut around like a peacock among the flocking nobles.

Rias decided to mingle among the guests before moving onto his true objective. A perfectly timed joke here, an indirect wink there, a small conversation with a couple of Maho nobles that remember a time before Ainz was king. Rias seemed to zip through the crowds as often as the servers did staying long enough to leave an impression but never long enough to be asked that question.

Finally spotting his query in what he assumed was conversation with Darth Rout, Rias travelled around the hall purposefully avoiding the dance floor. It was time for him to make good on his word and properly introduce himself to the Akuman.

(Really lucked out his og design was more semi-formal but anywho here's Rias' new costume)

 

[Nagabe]

Almond​

The boy was too busy making and origami crane with the napkins to even give the man a passing glance. It was silly in Almonds eyes on how adults can let themselves go drinking wise and even then their stories about conquering something or winning battles were all the same boring, stale dry story. They go somewhere great, kill a few pedestrians and celebrate with beer and maybe even find a girl that they’re “happily” married to for how many years they wish, but all the drunkards portray themselves as the hero, what would the people do without them, without them the world would be a rather miserable place to live in. ‘I guess even adults pretend to be knights in actual thriving and astounding tales’ the small boy thought to himself as he finished off his crane and strapped what seemed to be a chain he found laying on the floor that some drunk maiden lost and forgot she even dropped something. He then turned to Rowena and with a big sweet smile he handed her the origami crane with the chain like collar. “Here you go! It’s the only thing I know how to make in origami... I think mom made them.” Almond admitted this as he swayed his legs back and forth on the rather tall chair he was on. He missed his brother terribly already, feeling like a lost puppy sitting here waiting for the owner to come back and shower them in affection, Almond was probably a bit spoiled affection wise, but that was a good thing right?

He then decided that he didn’t want boredom and awkwardness to eat away at his brain and turn it into some sort of mush one feeds to pigs as he found the right time to hop off his chair and prance away into the mixed crowd of sober and drunk people. A castle was worth exploring every nook and cranny in it, it was almost like the one in the books he read oh so long ago, or the books he was read to by a lady with very nice perfume. Then it hit Almond like a wave of realization. Did he ever have a mom? Well, everyone had one. But did his read him stories? Was his dad strong and “charismatic“ as Yahno? Suddenly, something inside of the small one awoken as if he’s finally found that key to that tingling feeling he could never really understand due to how perplexing it was as to why he was feeling it whenever he was around a parent or whenever a subject came up that parents often do with their kids. But now he understood, he understood the need and want to find out whatever happened that day he barely remembered. Almond would ask around, but let’s be honest he was too shy and that would take forever. So why not make Yahno do it. He decided the best thing to do was wait for his brother to stop talking to absolute strangers, at least to Almond, so he could request the that they find his parents together, like some sort of brother duo he sometimes sees in stories. But until then he wanted to see if drunk men or women care to glance into their cups filled with whatever they were drinking and see how they would react to a spider crawling around that was as if it was placed there by a certain young boy.

mentions: NeonFlow MarieK ​

 

[lumbago]

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layla.

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Historia Calamatium

Layla couldn’t truly relax, not when her bachelorship was set to expire after the week.

Her mother made it very clear to all her children that she had plans for domination, and for that, her children were to be her pawns. Prostitutes, Layla thought, hands coiled tightly upon the handles of her vanity, are a far more fitting term.

Such arrangements, while not uncommon for people of her rank, were distasteful. And she made no secret of this when she was first told, outright contesting their mother on every front.

Did the queen truly trust Nohren and Yelae to behave themselves in foreign courts? Them? And to send them deep into territories that had already proven themselves to be impossible for Jareedi spies to traverse, leaving them little in the way of true assistance? What if they were framed? Forced to confess? Caught for espionage? Far more likely for their mother to receive news of their untimely deaths than of vital information. What then? Would their mother reignite the war, the deaths of her children, the new fuel?

Try as she might to dispel the thought, it all fell upon deaf ears.

It had been some time since Layla witnessed their mother’s extremity. They had no choice but to follow her directive, their lives second to whatever cause their mother had. As long as Lyle stood, the rest were expendable.

The very memory of that day was enough to summon a frown, something that the maids attending to her took note of. Immediately, they went still, akin to statues that could neither breathe nor blink.

Her most loyal, Tsenka, strolled over, hand hovering just above her bare shoulder. ”Milady?”

"It’s nothing," she replied, smiling. "Simply unused to dressing so... differently." Which was true.

Layla was not particularly fond of such suggestive outfits, preferring to let the intricate, (and often, loud,) designs speak for themselves. Had this been business as usual, she would have done just that.

But it wasn’t. Her mother’s command weighed heavily on her mind, the unspoken or else hounding her into submission.

She needed to deal with this by the end of the week. Otherwise, her mother might just choose to interfere.

——— 🎕🎕🎕 ———​

The dress had been a hit. Partially.

Many guests came by to compliment her, showering her with words nearly as florid as her dress. The problem lies in the fact that nearly all of them hailed from Jareedi.

Those from Maho contrasted starkly, cold in their acknowledgements. Even those that had religiously attended her gatherings restricted their conversations to just the barest minimum, as if all the goodwill she had cultivated had been a mirage.

She’d already suspected it when she hadn’t received word from Maria for a few months now, but Maho’s reception of her had confirmed it: something had gone awry.

All that effort, gone. Worse still, she hadn’t a clue what could have possibly led to this. Barely a few months had passed since she put a temporary stop to the Maho-Jareedi gatherings, and that was only because she needed to focus on planning for the Rolragga feast.

Something must have occurred to turn their wills against her, though what that something was eluded her. Finding that out was her priority for today.

But who could she approach? Most from Maho seemed unwilling to embroil themselves in any conversation beyond the weather and the current selling price of wine, retreating to their own whenever they found the chance to escape. Maria, too, seemed intent on avoiding her, given how she immediately left without an introduction the moment she had arrived.

That left her with one option. Her last option: the Maho Prince.

Going by their exchange moments ago, while he seemed quite ready to poke at the slumbering dragon, he was, at the very least, forthright, speaking as if he hadn’t a care in that pretty little head of his. If she could steer the conversation correctly, perhaps she could have him speak of more.

——— 🎕🎕🎕 ———​

It was difficult ascertaining the prince’s whereabouts. He seemed to possess a level of social mobility similar to her own, snaking in and out of crowds like a sidewinder in the dunes. Her servants could never properly catch up to him, not until the prince himself stopped in his tracks.

Before he could, once again, move beyond her reach, she strode in front of him, hopefully dissuading him from his next stop. "You’re quite a difficult one to catch, Prince Rias." To the point where you’ve led my people and I on a run-around. Thankfully, most of the patrons had been too intoxicated to remember that comical chase.

"I had hoped you might have come by sooner, but I suppose there's some fun in being the hunter for once." Stepping closer, she glanced over to the centre of the room, where a few had taken to the floor in revelry. "Won't you honour me with a dance? I’m certain that your beloved Mogga would delight in seeing both kingdoms in true harmony, no?"

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[NeonFlow]

The three outside had talked for a while, mostly questions asked by Shina and Ains with Yahno answering them as vague as possible for a giggle. Though when Ains asked why the man's eye is hidden Yahno's demeanour shifted from a drunk playing coy to a serious man being bluntly honest."i find it distasteful to show my flaws but I suppose this mark and the story behind it helps my father's words hold weight" he reached up to unravel the bandages wrapped around his head revealing a glowing scar where his left eye should be. Telling the tale of how he and five other Akumans fought more than thirty warriors talented with strange magic.

Shina leaned in to inspect the blue glow emanating from Yahno's scar but Ains stood in shock, the scar while a different colour... is exactly the same as Shenani's wounds, all the wounds found on the victims glow and fume a colour. Like Shenani's cold corpse smoking green this man's scar does the same but blue.
"you attempt to fool me! you dare try and pass off your own clumsy wound as proof?!"
"I was wounded in battle against a shadow man who-" Ains raised his voice to speak over Yahno.
"You shall not blame mysterious mystics! It is your strange weapons that produce energy of varying colours that have killed my people i am certain of it!"
It was evident on the magic kings face that his mind was racing, thinking over everything.
"Those... things that blast magic and those beam swords that destroy anything... it is those-"
"I HAVE--" Yahno broke the table with one hand as he stood enraged, the queen calmly standing to halt the guards rushing towards them. The prince took a moment to regain composure before speaking again.
"I have not lied to anyone during my visit to Raggah... The Akumans have not killed anyone outside our land and you king Circa should be thankful for it. You know nothing of our weapons or our strength. We'd feed your armies to the beasts and it would be mercy"
Yahno's cruel smile seemed like provocation to the king, Ains raised his staff as Yahno pulled out a dagger but a blue flame shot between them which was enough to catch their attention.
"must you both be vile and boorish? Lord Circa do you not have magic that can show deception and the truth?"
The queen glared at the king who could barely manage to contain his rage before she looked at Yahno with dissatisfaction and a dominant show of authority in her eyes and voice.
"Prince Stawa, I will not forgive violence or misdirections of any kind in my presence."
Yahno took a breath and his expression and body language softened overall, his face returning stoic towards both the king and queen.
"so sorry Shina... Ains, I have only spoke the truth since arriving in Raggah. I ask you use whatever magic you can if it helps you to believe me"
Ains apologised to the queen and proceeded to question Yahno. The broken table was quickly replaced with another as the fire Queen took a stroll towards the glass door to peer in at the party lost within in her own thoughts...
I like them taller, but this tribal has something to him...
A royal smirk appeared as she turned to sit at the new table. Ain's eyes glow as he stared intently at Yahno.
Asking questions that require a yes or no as a answer...
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The outside is in view if you are on the dance floor close to the doors. Going outside is available for player characters if you want to interact with a character out there.
(But honestly the best ones are inside the embassy)
My next post might be Yahno's speech which will we be a small wall of dialogue I hopefully write decent aha.
Either way it will force narrative so if you wanna influence/set up/post shit do so soonish
Get in before hand

 

[Historia Calamatium]

Rias got closer to the group and to his amusement it seemed that the Akuman were ignoring the drunk ramblings of Rout. To which Rias only caught tidbits over him drunkenly slurring his words.

Seeing the man in such a precarious situation brought a smile to his face. So much for that famed Jareedi superiority. You all can't even seem to hold your liquor.

Rias focused his attention back to the Akuman and found that their numbers dwindled from 2 to 1 as the young prince from earlier seemed to disappear into the crowd.

If his assumption was right the young one was the most important member of the akuman representatives and getting in his good graces as imperative to strengthen relations between the two countries. If this plan fell through he'd have to fall back to plan A and after his initial meeting with the Jareedi he'd rather it didn't come to that. He had to find the boy as soon as possible.

Rias scanned the crowd multiple times and discovered the room too crowded to find anything or anyone, especially a child. He also discovered that standing in one spot for too long had caught up with him. Standing before him like a vision from the gods themselves was Princess Layla in all her majestic glory. Shenani this isn't even the slightest bit funny.

"The Princess of Jareedi was searching for me? And who says first impressions have to be good impressions." Rias said chuckling not even bothering to put his mask in place as anything he says can now be blamed on being intoxicated.

Immediately perking up at her usage of Mogga as several red flags went off in his head. Based on her reaction to it earlier to her sudden use of it now she obviously wanted something out of him. What was it though he couldn't say as the Princess seemed just as good at hiding her intentions as any royal, maybe even better. But what other option did Rias have but to agree? He just wished she and her stupid family weren't so beautiful as it was never more distracting as it is now.

"It would be my honor. Let's show our kingdoms what happens when you bring the best of us together. Though this isn't what I meant when I said we should come together in the dark and behind closed doors but I'll take what I can get for now." Rias said winking as he offered the princess his arm. "Though the night is still young so maybe there's still hope."

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[Vexumin]

Nohren Hart

The party began and it is then that things truly began to kick off. Nohren had much to deal with when it came to nobles that wished to see the traveling prince of Jareedi. He had recognized a few of the faces, those catered from the balconies of the arena's in his home country. People that have once upon a time come to see him fight. They all had so many questions to ask of him, so many that could be called fans or admirers. He is not unfamiliar with those that have come to fancy him over the years.

As the group around him began to grow and Zadaem started to push people back to give his prince some space, Nohren draws his sword and raises it to the ceiling. The ring from the weapons metal demands silence from those about, but the princes face was not one of anger, but joy. He loved nothing more than what was to come next. "You want to know where my journeys have taken me? Then gather around." Whenever he had stopped within a new town, he would tell stories to the local children and those interested enough to listen. It has always proven to offer a good time to those involved. These storytelling times often spiraled into feasts or parties that ended in plenty of drinking or games, even other stories being told, but it never bothered the prince that it took such a turn.

As he regaled nobles from all over with tales of the fights he fought against monsters in great number or grand sizes, he begins to enjoy himself far more, swinging his blade as if in mock battle, but took more of a blade dancers routine as opposed to sloppy slashing. He had elegance that he lacked years ago. Perhaps he would prove unrecognizable to the siblings he had left so many times. Though he had seen little of them for so long as well, especially his eldest sister. He did not see his older brother though, one thing that made him curious. He and Lyle had never really been attached at the hip, but he at least had some respect for his brother.

As he finished his story, the people gathered about had started to applaud before breaking away with conversations about the tales they were told. Once he was able to pry himself away from the crowd, he takes a small stroll through the main room before he spots the young dragon rider as he walks through the gathering of different people from all over. Nohren takes this moment while he is alone to follow along. He just observes for the time being before he places a hand upon the shoulder of the young Akuman. "Apologies to stop you along your stroll. You came upon the back of the dragon, yes? Seems like all anyone is thinking about this evening, don't you agree?"

Interacting with: Nagabe ​

 

[lumbago]

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layla.

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Historia Calamatium

Rumours, in her experience, are rarely just the products of idle lives and overactive imaginations. That’s not to say that the former was completely improbable, only that it is far more often for such things to be the machinations of her peers, their attempts to shift narratives to that of their own liking.

So, when she had first heard of the lecherous young prince of Maho, of how much of an uncultured disappointment he had been, of his clear inferiority to their reigning crown prince, she wondered, instead, what truths those nobles had been trying to bury underneath. To be the subject of so many scandals, while perhaps indicative of immorality, seemed, to her, to have been, more likely, an attempt at discrediting the man. And for what? Were those nobles trying to ensure that the younger prince had no such purchase to usurp the throne?

Now, as she’s about to head off to the centre of the hall, that very same prince by her side, Layla thought that, perhaps, her generalizations had been ill-considered.

Already, Prince Rias had been proving himself to be quite the incorrigible scoundrel, playing true to the stereotypes painted by the hearsay. And yet, every bit as charming. There’s an ease to his words, switching from scathing to saccharine within seconds, and somehow managing to sound harmless in both manners. It’s surprisingly difficult to ascertain her standing with the man.

A dangerous combination. One that she’s sure to be cautious of. Nevertheless, it doesn’t hurt to play the game every now and then, especially when there are benefits to such.

"Careful now, listening ears might blush from such a thing, of your want to perform a different sort of dance," she teased, taking his arm as she walked him to where the guests had been merrily cavorting. "As for that hope…"

"Only the Flames can truly know. Prove yourself a competent partner, and, perhaps, you'll find your bed warm for tonight." Hopefully, her plain-spoken riposte could topple that composure of his. It was for the best that she keep him distracted while enacting upon her agendas.

When they had arrived, the music was close to beginning anew, winding itself up for the next round of dancing. Just in time. Turning to her partner, Layla began to take the first few steps in a dance traditional to Maho, believing that he’d catch on. "Shall we test that skill of yours?"

——— 🎕🎕🎕 ———​

"Colour me impressed." She said, mid-spin.

Layla had a vague expectation of his showing. That he’d have a general foundation on the art was one of them. He’s a prince, after all, and the art was likely ingrained into him, as it had been with many noble children. What she hadn’t considered was the actuality that he’d match her at every turn.

Not to toot her own horn, but Layla considered herself an expert in this discipline, so to discover a gem now was somewhat exhilarating. "Many things are said of you," she wondered aloud, "though, strangely, not much is said of your skill on the ballroom floor."

"You’re a close rival to your brother, I’d say. How is he, by the by? Shenani? I don't believe I saw him come with."

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Almond​

Almond was watching a lady panic about the spider in her teacup as he was watching with amusement, but before he could find another “victim” he heard someone talking to him and immediately froze, before turning around casually. A good trickster never leaves behind residue that they were doing anything bad, so he gave the man a shy smile. “Oh, really..? They were giving me weird looks and the kids were glaring at me with a very peculiar spark in their eyes.“ Almond said softly as he stared at the spider in his hand that was just chilling there, it was a normal everyday small black spider that just so happened to wander in due to the doors being opened so frequently. “Is there a window in here or something? I wanna set this little one back to his family.“ Almond said happily, a nice distraction while waiting for his brother was just what he needed, but on the subject of the weird looks, Almond didn’t realize that they were probably the look of envy. At least from the small kids anyways, he didnt know the looks of the adults either, but they were probably less pleasant then those of the kids. “Oh, you’re the man who told such nice stories! I wish Yahno told them with such enthusiasm.” The picky child admitted as he stared back down at the spider. It was odd to the boy, how elegant people fall apart and lose their elegant mask due to their fear of such a small and helpful creature who was only curious of the new giant world that they came across to. It made him think that maybe thats how giant creatures viewed adventurous people whenever they wander onto the animals territory.

”You’re not like the other man that was telling such boring tales, you seemed to have everyone lend an ear and enjoy what they were hearing, you seemed to be having fun as well.” Almond said softly as he came across a door and opened it, letting the spider out. “Hey, now that I have a good look at you you were the one that was also looking at me funny when I got off of old Cashew, was that nice lady your sister probably? Or maybe you’re her guard?” He asked innocently enough, before he reached into his his backpack and pulled out a small handful of... well, almonds as he held it up to the man with a big innocent smile. “Oh, I’m sorry... I didn’t ask if you had any allergies, that was a bit rude of me.” Almond said as he looked hesitant to give the man the handful of almonds now, but it seemed like some sort of poetic way of Almond trying to say that he wanted to get to know the man, am offering for friendship if you will.

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[Historia Calamatium]

Rumors, as he had come to know them, were never the full story. They told of a singular moment in time but no never the full story, often relaying on half truths and misinterpretations to create an exaggerated caricature that is easily toppled and discredited to make them easier to control.

As Prince, Rias was subjected to a plethora of rumors made to dismantle and dissect the allure that surrounded him as a royal and instead of trying to disprove them he actively worked to confirm them. He was in fact Ainz's youngest son and child. Who's expectations did he have to meet? Surely not his father's as he had Shenani to dot on and Marie as well. Why couldn't he live without the weight of expectations consistently weighing him down?

But that isn't to say rumors have no merit as they give you a snapshot of a person. A piece of an evergrowing puzzle. Layla Hart a puzzle he has yet to solve.

If rumors gave you a section of a person's character than Rias expected Layla must moonlight as an axe wielding orphan murder for how very little ill words he heard about her. The worst being she used to be a brat that hated her mother but Rias simply found that made her more endearing.

The Fragile Flower of Jareedi. Demure and passive. He expected his propositions to take her off guard but to his infinite amusement she took them in stride and even played along. Good. Be a shame if the game were to end just as it started.

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Rias hated dancing. If you asked him what he hated more between the Jareedi and dancing he would answer dancing and here he was getting the best of both worlds. Though at least the company was immensely better than old drunk book burners or ice queens.

"Don't sound so shocked. I am still a royal even if I don't behave like one and besides if my mother heard I embarrassed her on a ballroom floor I fear her ghost would haunt me." Rias said as he dipped the princess. "Dancing is one of my many underrated talents. But if I didn't know any better I'd assume the question on whether you'll be keeping me warm tonight is no longer a matter of if but when."

Little did the princess know she was the first person since Rias' mother passed that he has danced with. Well if you don't count the practice sessions with Beatrice, his mother's former assistant.

And for the first time in months his worries. His fears. His pain were not at the forefront of his mind instead replaced by the blissful feeling of he had when he danced with his mother or when he used to spend time with Shenani. So of course with his guard down the princess would pull the rug out from under him and send him crashing down back into the abyss. Oh how he hated her stupid pretty face now more than ever.

Without his mask Rias wasn't sure what expression was on his face but he was sure the pain was clearly visible in his expression. One. Two. Three. One. Two. A half second misstep before he regained the pace. She'd shaken him. This is what she wanted. This was her goal all along. Was she just rubbing his brother's death in his face to remind him of his place? What other reason was there? Surely it was the Jareedi that killed him so why play coy.

"Haha! Shenani had two left feet and couldn't dance his way out of a paper bag. Please princess don't insult my skills by comparing us as I am and have always been the better dancer." Rias said forcing his mask back in place. "Though I fear he and your brother may have eloped as I don't see the crown prince anywhere either. Maybe we should follow their lead."

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Kane Silva

The party the celebration all made Kane's mind race with everything that could happen and he could eat. It made him almost feel like a big wig but he was not on to himself. This was a bit of a big deal so he would control himself somewhat. As well as try to look the part. Which for him would be a bit easier since the outfit he showed up in was way fancier than what he would usually wear. But he came prepared already wearing his best stuff He wasn't sure if the feast would start as soon as they got there so he just threw it on.

Kane waves goodbye to the princess and the young prince before he when to get himself more food and drink."I will be around if you need anything just let me know I will be back in a flash. Prince Almond princess Rowena if any of you want to take to the dance for as well I'm up for it."Heading to the table with a good spared of food from both Maho and Jareedi. Deciding to just start grabbing whatever looks the most filling. Once he was done he went around making small talk with the other guests. Some asked him about how they came here on a dragon. Which he simply replied by saying "Young prince Almond is very talented." It pretty much went on like that when every he was asked praising his talent. Not going into too much detail about it. When asked about Akuma he went on about the beautiful landscape and unique wildlife still not revealing too much but just enough to let the listener's imagination take over for the rest.

Whenever Kane's plate was running dry he always went to refill it along with his cup whenever he got the chance. Then he sees the princess of Jareedi Yelae Hart. He was told to be friendly with the royals and nobility so he decided to walk over to her with a fresh plate of food in hand. Seeing the way she ate the platter of food the server had made him think home a bit. "Hello there I am Kane Silva and I hell from Akuma it is nice to meet you. An I must say the food from your lands is fantastic."Not fully sure if what he was doing proper but he thought it was okay. Even offering her something off his plate.

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View attachment 898765Yelae's servants were absolutely mortified at the state of her dress. Apparently running through gardens and scaling walls were not a good combination with delicate, expensive silks. They kept saying things such as 'the queen' this, and 'I will lose my head if she shows up to the feast looking this way' that but Yelae was hardly paying it any attention. Ever since she saw the child -- who she now knew as Almond -- with his dragon she felt like she was on another plane of existence as the others.

This had to be another chosen of the spirits, one of the great dragon spirit. She, chosen of the phoenix spirit, surely must have been brought here as an act of fate. If only she could have stayed longer with the boy. A flare of anger rose in her chest when she recalled how her sister convinced her to head back inside and prepare. Yelae had forgotten the plans for a feast and had assumed she could return to the dragon. Instead, she had to be washed from head to toe and then dressed in the obnoxiously uncomfortable dress that had been picked out for her.

She glared into the mirror at its reflection and pulled at the fabric constricting her legs and chest. Foolish! How could she have fallen for another one of her sister's little traps. The excitement of the event had blinded her. Yelae pressed her hands together in prayer, seeking forgiveness and the spirit's wisdom in the future. Her anger only grew, simmering like an overfilled pot, until she remembered why she was here.

Yelae let her hands fall to her side, fingertips grasping an edge of the soft, red silk. An uneasy feeling gathered in the pit of her stomach. She pushed it down. Fear was nothing in comparison to the flames of loyalty. This was her purpose, and her purpose was the protect the lands of Jareedii on behalf of the spirit's will. She must have faith that they would never lead her astray. Everything would be for their grand, glorious purpose. She only had to act.

Act she would, as she quickly left behind her reflection and headed to the party.


The air was alive with music, conversation, and the smell of fine Jareedii spice. Yelae, still angry at Layla, avoided her sister wherever she could. With a crowd of this size it was easy, though Yelae always kept a lookout for the elder twin. If only Lyle was here... he was the better one and didn't treat her like a child all the time. Nohren was an even better option, but he was nowhere in her sight. He had acted strangely around the dragon, and Yelae suspected he might have wanted to hunt it like all the other monsters. That of course, was an act of blasphemy against the great and wise spirits. She couldn't help but wonder what would happen had he actually attacked it. As a chosen, it was her duty to protect the children of the spirits. Would she have to fight her brother?

Lost in her thoughts, Yelae almost ran into a servant. She weaved away at the last second, spinning as if in dance. With a frown, she rounded on the servant and hissed, "Hey, you should watch your... wait, are those spice cakes?"

The servant seemed frightened, either from her scars, or her name, and nodded. Before they could say a word, Yelae grabbed one. "Spirits be praised! I haven't had these since the last lantern festival! Do you have any lotus paste? They are best with the paste!" she took a chomp and would have consumed it all in seconds, but felt eyes on her from a nearby conversation. A woman turned her back and talked to some noble Yelae forgot the name of. They both laughed.

Yelae stiffened her posture and ate the pastry delicately this time, making each bite a nibble. She felt her appetite fade, anyway. The party's hum of conversation and music sounded too loud, the smells of wine and spice too heavy. With all the enthusiasm of a funeral dirge, she finished the cake. After it was gone, she looked down at her fingers and saw that they were covered in sticky crumbs. She frowned, angry at this realization. Little sparks of flames gathered on them, burning to ash the sugar and oils.

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Layla firmly believed that there existed in everyone a key, one that, once procured, could be used to unravel the often-tangled and intricate strings of one’s psyche. Whether one was of great and unending depravity, or, in Rias’ case, cloaked behind infinite layers of infamy, there was an absolute certainty in this: no one was indecipherable.

And now, she’s found part of the key to the prince’s puzzle. Shenani.

The name, on its own, shocked the foundations of his façade, fissuring it just enough to allow her a glimpse of something beyond that libertine front he’d been so keen on pushing. From within those cracks, she spied a living heart, one whose beat fell out of rhythm at the very mention of his older brother.

Something to exploit.

Alas, Layla hadn’t the time to answer the natural question of why it had affected him so, not when she still had her own to solve. There was no sense in prying into his filial circumstances. Not yet, at least. So, she humoured him, disregarding the all-too-transparent circumvention on his brother’s whereabouts, and, instead, honing in on the comical situation the man had put forth.

"You jest, but that’s far likelier on my brother’s part than you might think," she replied, eyes gleaming in amusement at the very tangibility of such a notion, of her dearest (and dullest) brother walking the aisle again, with the prince, that, once upon a time, he met opposite a warzone, now upon his arm. The very stuff of epics. "Lyle has always favoured those blessed with Darthan strength, though I’ve never particularly understood the appeal."

"I find myself partial, instead, to those possessed of pure… finesse. Especially in those sorts of acts you’re so insistent on." The lascivious implication, she made certain to punctuate with wayward wisps of touch, her fingers trailing circles upon his knuckles at her every word.

Then, all at once, a withdrawal, as she stopped her advances, meeting him, instead, with a downcast gaze, and a grip now loosened, akin to a poorly-tied knot. Her sudden timidity was a stark contrast to her forwardness just moments ago.

"Your impression of me must have changed." She’d always played the role of the chaste widow faithfully, after all, (and she’d been comfortable with that, thus far.) That she’d now reveal such promiscuity… It'd undoubtedly be a surprise to any who had even an inkling of who she was. "Mock my hubris if you wish, but I’m sure you’ve heard of my ‘ever-so-pristine’ reputation, yourself, no?"

She fixed her gaze upon him, brows furrowed in faux concern as if his opinion on her truly mattered. As if the nobles of Maho weren't at the forefront of her mind, the root of her troubles.

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[Vexumin]

Nohren Hart

The prince, as he looked upon the young Akuman child, knew a prankster the second he had laid eyes upon him and the little spider that sat idly upon his hand. Nohren found it very interesting. He could see the appeal in causing the uptight nobility to unfurl into nothing but natural instinct and fear. What was the harm in a little spider though? Nohren kneels down to get a closer look at the arachnid, offering a smile as he looked over it in its relaxed state, as if the creature was content with aiding the young boy in his mischievous escapades.

Nohren listens as the boy speaks and nods his head along, listening intently. "You know people. A dragon is something they don't have. Noble children have likely begged their parents for a pet dragon. Too bad they are too spoiled to realize they likely don't have the heart and soul to befriend such a mighty creature," Nohren says as he follows Almond to the door, still pleased to listen to the young lad speak. Someone so open is a gift, especially around so many tightly knit people with their own agendas.​

“Oh, you’re the man who told such nice stories! I wish Yahno told them with such enthusiasm.”

Nohren thought on this for a moment, wondering how he should go about speaking of his storytelling without sounding too full of himself. He knew he was a good story teller, but being proud of that talent on its own was pompous and self centered. It's not for just himself that he tells these stories in the end. He decided he could be quite honest with the boy. "You see," Nohren began, "telling stories, to me, must be for others just as much as yourself. If you're not passionate about telling stories, then what's the point in telling them? That's why I tell my stories well enough."

As Nohren was identified, he places a hand upon his robed chest. "I have been interested in dragons myself for a long time. I always wanted a chance to examine one. To discover how they work. They are rare in my homeland, but the stories always drove me to find one someday. Then, suddenly, one comes landing beside the embassy. I feel as if my wishes had finally been answered." Nohren blinks. Perhaps he had spoken a bit too much for the child. He just smiles and decides to acknowledge his other question about Yelae. "Yes, she is my sister. Quite the woman of faith. Though perhaps she is a bit too enthusiastic to be blessed by the gods our people often believe in. Makes her kind enough when a subject of her beliefs comes down from the sky. Just be careful. I feared she might start praising you as well as some manner of dragon prophet."

Once he finishes speaking, Nohren offers Almond a smile as he accepts a few of the almonds offered to him. He plops one into his mouth, chewing gingerly. It was a pleasing taste to him. In response to the kind gesture of friendship, Nohren pats Almond upon the back, as if they were old friends reuniting. It was hard to not act so familiar with the boy so soon. He has, after all, been the same way with all the men that serve under him. Friendly and welcoming, like a big orderly family. The prince decided that he enjoyed the young Akumans presence, and that was a gift to him. It's not often that he finds a stranger that appeals to him so quickly. Was this same amount of charm to be found in all people of Akuma? Perhaps the young boy was simply a one of a kind gem from that region. "I appreciate the treat. I am Nohren. It's a pleasure to meet you."

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[NeonFlow]

Yahno Stawa. Interacting at erryone

With Ains's questions answered Yahno tied the bandages back around his eye to stand up and ask his own.
"Will you believe king Stawa's words?
Will jarack unite to face the coming darkness?"
The magic king and the fire Queen took more than a few seconds to decide, Shina speaking first...
"somewhat, If your people are capable of controlling dragons like you have said i can only imagine akuma attempting to rule Jarack... but if a threat from overseas has the hunters of the altered lands in such a state of fear, it makes sense the Akuman king hopes for a alliance."
Shina spoke in a half hearted manner, her own fears hidden like a tiny rock buried under vast beach.
"while you appear to be truthful... I find your stories ridiculous, these shadows and their ghost magic sound like the delusions of a drunk who eats raw mushrooms."
Ains squinted with small twist in his lips...
"I value the opinions of others and i would like to discuss this in privacy much further before any rash decisions, it would be foolish for me to decide just from this one man's words. I have not spoken to any of the Akuman ambassadors, I would like to see if the prince's words match theirs"
Yahno stood from the chair with a wide grin "I value the thoughts of others aswell, i believe the voices of many influence the minds of the few... so I shall speak to many as I have spoken to you"
"I encourage you to do so, please enjoy the event dear prince"
Ains assumed the one eyed Prince would fumble about talking to any who would listen, it didn't matter how many nobles he charmed or scared... in fact he welcomed the chance for his people to learn whatever they could from the tribals. No doubt Annaliese would be able to magically manipulate a weak mind swimming in wine. Yes...
With the cocky young drunk gone the fire Queen's attention is focused soley on the king of magic, allowing Ains a better chance at uncovering information.
The queen merely nodded at the Prince who turned to enter the embassy with a ever so slight stumble in his step.

The king and queen had started to talk and make sly jabs at each other, both almost had a heart attack as Yahno caught the attention of everyone in the embassy by coating his hands with electricity and literally making a thunderclap.
As the music halted and the noise of shocked people died down, they noticed Yahno standing infront of the doors letting the magic fade from his hands.

"Good people of Jareedi!
good people of Maho!
My name is Yahno, I halt this event and i shall not apologize for it...
I must speak my king's words and you good people, must listen."
Yahno's voice loud and clear for all to hear as he scanned the room awaiting everyone's gaze before he pressed on. "Welt Stawa is my father, I hold his words as truth as all of you should. But I am not your father or your king, it is likely many of you would not accept this truth... but as a Akuman who has travelled across Jarack, my king believes that i can paint this tale with colours of understanding you might find familiar. my father trusts that I can talk and those of Jarack will listen."
The man smiles as he collected his thoughts, drawing from memory and figuring out which words might sway these strangers.
"To believe in my father as I do, you must know him as I do...
Allow me to speak quickly of this man..."

Yahno glanced between the crowd hoping to see his fellow Akumans showing support with happy eyes and sure smiles. Unable to spot a familiar face the man proceeded
"The Akuman king is a wise man, king Stawa united Akuma and was chosen by the people as the first king because of his wise mind and powerful talent. A powerful king aswell as a kind man.
A man able to conquer dragons, king Stawa commands dragons as easily as one would these servants carrying drink and food..."
Yahno stopped moving to take a bottle of spiced wine from a servant before pointing him away to fetch more. If this was done to prove a point or to get more drunk would be subjective. The man took a loud glug as he continued onto the dance floor...
"The Akuman king is a hunter with many scars. This man has fought all manner of monsters that would make brave warriors flee for their lives, but the Akuman king has no marks on his back...
You see good people.
The Akuman king has never turned away from battle, my father has never felt the paranoia of being stalked by a predator or the cold sweat that comes from knowing or sensing danger.
Welt Stawa was a man without fear."
Yahno finished the bottle and made a audible noise of satisfaction when he was done.

"King Stawa is a aged man sporting grey hair at the time of this tale, yet to this day the man is still conquering dragons, hunting monsters better than most. I remember his face like it was carved into my soul... it was the only time I have ever seen my father appear vulnerable. Worry etched into his face, fear visible in his eye. It was when I told him of the shadows and ghosts..."
Yahno began taking the bandages off his eye once again as he told the story of the shadows.
"many hunters and myself were preparing on the beach to hunt a Blue Dragon, a Dragon that lives in the seas, a monster that could flood jarack if it had the chance to do so.
Was my friend Dahno who saw it, he said it was like it was hiding in plain view with how the black ship appeared instantly. The blue dragon rose from the depths to attack, the water being the monsters preferred way to fight. Before the Dragon could make the first move Weapons began to fall from the sky like rain.... Arrows, blades, clubs, axes, spears...
Like a group of Ralcon blocking the sun yet no shadow was cast. This black ship was able to slay this blue dragon or at least force it into hiding before they landed on Akuman shores..."
Yahno's face was stoic as his blue scar was out in the open once more

"We approached the ship with caution, but before we could climb onto the black ship we were surrounded by living shadows. These shadows wore armor much like the Jareedi, though the flag they follow like their attire has no colour. They are shadows, though their numbers were great each one looked to be the same person. Their clothes are dark, their skin is dark, they are shadows that walk like people.
They appear in silence, attack with silence and die in silence... These shadows and their magic weapons are able to match our own, I lost my eye to a shadows magic. A blade my own could not damage"
Yahno let the purple energy of his rune-sword extend, as if to show how powerful the Akuman weapons are the man walked slowly by a table letting the energy slice through the wood with no resistance as he past. The smell of burnt wood and the hum of the weapon filling the room, many were curious or even afraid of the strange weapon. Yahno pressed a button on said weapon to withdraw the energy and kept talking.
"The magic of the shadow men is similar to the magic of Maho, though they use their talent without words. It is like how i make thunder or the talented of Jareedi control the elements... The shadows make magic in silence"

"We were able to defeat these shadows, though how they appeared is also how they escaped. The shadows that could still fight and the shadows that fell, their ship and the shadows were gone as quickly as they appeared. My father King Stawa, he believes this was the beginning of a something more. He believes these shadows shall come to Jarack... my father believes if the shadows come in force Akuma would fall to them. Having fought them i can agree. I have travelled Jarack, I have seen the strength of both jareedi and Maho. I may not be a talented mage or a master of multiple martial arts but i can tell in a war agaisnt the shadows both the land of fire and the land of magic would fall. Like the tribes of Akuma, Jarack to must unite against the coming darkness... thank you all for listening, I advise you not to worry as Shina and Ains have both been informed and I believe them to be great leaders much like the akuman king. The Akumans here and myself shall stay at the embassy for as long as it takes to ensure Jarack and it's people are prepared... for tonight however i shall be looking for the woman serving slices of that sweet blue fruit whose name escapes me."
Yahno walked off very casually, as if he hadn't declared Jarack would be invaded by shadows.

Salla Deems was intrigued by the tribal for personal reasons but when the blue scar was shown he knew there must be more to the story, Dartha Rout could be heard chuckling to himself Before shouting "shadows won't scare the land of fire!! bring back the music, Tonight is a celebration!!"
The musicians awkwardly start back up and much of the crowd began to calm down.
"Silly tribal nonsense" "did you see that man's weapon?" "A noisy sort isn't he."
"A fearless king who sends his son to speak for him... Seems cowardly yes?"
Servants went back to serving and the people continued the event.
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Sorry for a big ass wall, If I can edit it or lay it out in a way to read easier please let me know.
Like a asshole Yahno stopped the party momentarily but it's started back up rather quickly.
A timeskip will happen soon, this would skip a day or two ahead after the party still in the city of Rolragga.
There's still shit that can happen at the party but I'll leave that to the characters to decide.
Sorry if I missed a tag.

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[Historia Calamatium]

Rias had made a mistake. He underestimated his opponent and though she hide it well he knew that she knew she had scored a blow. Considering himself a master of the art of verbal sparring and he had been bested as quickly as the game began like a child playing at warrior.

To make matters worse she didn't press the advantage she knowingly had which only added to Rias' growing feelings of inferiority to this paragon of perfection standing before him. The best he could do now is play defensively and hope Layla didn't press her advantage anytime soon.

Rias flashed an impish grin. "Would you believe me if I said I was throwing out what's called a 'feeler offer'. For all my brother's bluster he is probably the worst of my siblings when it comes to matters of the heart."

Of course Shanani would've been the answer to all his problem if he were alive. More and more he was coming to understand the considerable role his brother played in Maho's diplomatic relationships. Importances and responsibilities that would sooner or later fall unto him.

"Yes princess your reputation proceeds you even amongst the Maho. The demure Flower of jareedi. I was indeed not prepared for you to be as flirtatious as you've been tonight. A pleasant surprise if there ever was one." Rias chuckled pulling the princess closer whispering in her ear "Though I'd say for a previously married woman you're terrifyingly chaste. So allow me to show you a whole new world that needn't be for forever but just for the night."

And then all hell broke loose. Yahno, the Akuman ambassador all but declared that Jarack was going to be invaded by a shadow army. Little did he know that shadow army was already operating as far as Maho. They weren't approaching or planning. They were already here possibly hidden amongst the populous. Rias finally understood what a fraction of Ainz was going through. The fear of death could be anywhere disguised as a smiling child or a nonthreatening maid.

"I'm afraid we'll have to take a rain check princess as something urgent has come up. Though my door is always open to you should you wish it. And yes that was a genuine offer not another proposition." Rias bowed and kissed her hand once again as he departed no longer bothering with the mask. The time for facades long over.
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Rias spotted Salla in the crowd as the guests tentatively returned back to their druken revelry but an air of caution seemed to be almost suffocating.

"Could you please find Annalise and summon my sister for me. As well as see if you could get that Yahno fellow back here. Find an empty room as I need to talk to him about these shadows without being interrupted. I'm going to talk to my father." Rias said as his whimsical tone was replaced by one of authority. "Oh, Salla you might want to try smoothing your clothes out more. Just be lucky my father didn't see you otherwise you'd be in big trouble." Rias flashed a grin before heading out to the courtyard to talk to his father.

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Yelae grew more and more restless by the second as she wandered through the crowd of dignitaries and nobility. Where should she start? Political scheming was never her forte, something best left to her mother and... sister. In the crowd of dancers she caught a glimpse of the matching red dress, slightly different in style but enough to connect each of the royal heirs. Layla shone like a jewel in this light. Like the great Jareedii mountain tigers, her sister seemed to have already sunk her claws into that Maho prince. It was as easy as breathing for her, meanwhile Yelae hadn't even found a single noble to talk to. Not that she would even know what to do or say.

Anger flared up in the princess again as she turned away from the dancefloor. It was the one place she might have shown off her years of practice and skill, but knowing that her sister was there only caused a smouldering sickness to bloom in her gut. Yelae clenched her fists and stomped through a conversation between a guard and some lesser lady. They were in her way, and knew better than to say anything against the daughter of the queen. Both mentioned a formality or greeting towards the sulking princess, but neither got any acknowledgement.

She could feel the fire in her veins, begging to be unleashed. The boisterous music grew to an irritating tone, and every laugh from a distant conversation felt like hot blades against her skin. Them, this whole party, it could burn to ash for all she cared. Her thoughts turned to darkness, until a clap of thunder brought everything to a halt. Yelae turned around, the anger in her eyes turned to curiosity, and soon reverence. It was a look her family would know all too well.

Like the finest prayer, the words of Yahno had pulled her away from this party of mortal delight and whim. How could she have let her eyes become so clouded? The truth, the great, burning truth, was laid out before her. Yelae clasped her hands and murmured a prayer to the spirits. This party, all of it, was nothing but a test... no, a single stroke of fate's design. She begged the spirits to forgive her shortsightedness and selfish desires. This was never about her, but their will, to which she was nothing but an instrument.

"Oh great and wise spirits be praised! This is thy will? Forgive my foolish ignorance. With all my mortal heart I hear your truth!" Yelae muttered to herself, eyes closed and head dipped in prayer. "A king who can tame the flaming heart of dragons! The great dragon spirit's avatar in the flesh! The chosen child was naught but a sign to an even greater purpose. Why would the dragon give such power to a mortal if all of the world was not in danger?! These children of darkness... it cannot be."

She raised her hands in worship, "The enemies of the spirits shall be turned to ash by blade or flame, this I vow to you, o great spirits!"

Forgetting all about the party, Yelae turned around and sprinted towards the entrance. She must meditate on this revelation and commune with the spirits. Then, she would have to bring the words of the spirits to the other priests and let them know of this great prophesy of darkness. She ran straight past the retreating Rias, almost stumbling into him if not for a last minute side step.

 

[NeonFlow]

Salla was quick to listen as Rias gave orders. Unfortunately his family seemed busy and much like Annaliese they didn't appear to be at the party. Instead he briskly walked up to Yahno who was answering questions very curt despite the warm smile. "my weapon is a treasure I would need to kill any who touch it."
The nobles who had worked up the nerve to ask left rather quickly allowing Salla to introduce himself. With a respectful bow and polite manner the spellsword insisted that Yahno join him for a moment. The Akuman looked over the man rather quickly before shaking his head in a dismissive manner and going back to the feast...

Rias would find his father alone as the Fire Queen had taken a small break to approach the Dragon and the Akumans who guard it. Ains was wiping sweat from his brow and neck whilst muttering about something. Upon seeing his son Ains took a deep breath and spoke with a slight shake in his tone "tell me Rias, is your sister silently mourning still?... I worried you would lash out due to rage and sorrow. I worry I shall again before the night is over... That smug woman can't be trusted, that damn tribal Prince has made my blood to boil..."
One wouldn't need to study medicine to know something was wrong with the magic King at this moment in time.

Salla sighed before heading to the servers to organise a tray of fine food and drink as bait to lure The one eyed Prince. Salla couldnt help but notice how the party had changed, tension hung thick in the air as many tried to mask worry and fear with jokes and a forced sense of enjoyment. Though what was most eye catching to the spellsword was the embassy guards.
He noticed Rolragga guards acting swiftly...locking doors and stopping people from leaving the hall.
A peek out the window shows a guard approaching the queen and another who seemed to be working up the nerve to approach the magic king and Prince Rias.
Salla couldnt help but feel some sort of shit was going to ruin this night, this was confirmed when a guard informed him with a whisper that murder has happened in the embassy. "...Yes She was able to subdue one of them..."

Before the king and his son could speak Ains's spellsword decided that moment to interject seeing as the princess was brought up...
"King Circa, Prince Rias, I hate to interrupt but this is urgent..." The guard was nervous and obviously trying to hide how shaken he was.

"Princess Maria has been attacked in her room, five of your chosen spellswords lay dead but the princess was able to capture one assassin. She says another escaped into thin air... my king we request your help in interrogating the captured assassin"

The magic king stood using his staff and his hand on the table for balance "we must lockdown the embassy..."
The kings voice seemed frail but the spellsword ignored that to answer quick "The guards are in the process of that now my king"
"I must..." The king seemed to have difficulty breathing "Rias shall help you. I must retire..."
It may have been the stress of everything recently and today but the mighty magic king seemed feeble in this moment, like age had suddenly caught up to Ains with how he held his staff as a walking aid instead of a weapon. A unusual sight for all familiar with King Circa. Ains silently gave to his son a transparent orb with a ring of gold around it, With only a nod from his father the Prince could tell this artefact was to be kept safe.
Historia Calamatium

The queen had been informed of what has happened, she relayed the order to evacuate the guests who have signed in and hold any who arouse suspicion but to do so in a subtle way.
Less subtle was the decision of putting the city of Rolragga in a state of lockdown.

 

[Historia Calamatium]

Rias stared as his father. Surely he wasn't giving him what he thought he was giving him. What was Ainz playing at? Before he could press his father on his intentions the man was headed off in one direction and the guards he was meant to follow were headed in a separate direction. Rias decided to follow the guards to where the assassin was being held. He'd have time to talk to his father after.

Rias asked for one of the guards to send word to Salla to change plans and to station as many guards and spellswords at Maria's door as possible. He didn't care if it was every available spellsword in Rolrogga as long as his sister was under 24/7 protection. Rias couldn't afford to lose another sibling. Not again. Never again.

Following the guards to what appeared to be a sort of dungeon Rias eyed an individual in clad in black with a mask seemingly made of shadows themselves obscuring their features. The assailant was bound to the wall with both wrists and ankles in chains. From all the rumors Rias had heard and how dangerous these individuals were suppose to be he expected the chains probably wouldn't hold for long.

As if aware of his approach the assassin who seemed almost lifeless at first began to stir. Though Rias couldn't see their eyes he could feel the cold threat of death emanating from where they normally would be. It sent a chill down his spine and for the first time since coming to Rolrogga Rias felt genuine fear.

"Send for the Akuman Prince immediately. Tell him we found one of his ghosts. Rias told the guards that were stationed with him. And while you're at it send for the Jareedi as well. I'm sure they'll take offense to being left out."

 

[NeonFlow]

Three guards leave at the request of Rias, to fetch the Akuman the Jareedi royals and to make sure princess Maria was guarded. Yahno was found with Salla laughing over the novelty of drinking wine from a bowl made from a large blue fruit. Both seemed surprised at the mention of capturing a ghost. "A shadow is here?"
One eye glances across the hall as he states "There could be more anywhere..."

After finishing his drink and then eating the fruit that served as a cup Yahno was adamant about being led to where this shadow is being held... The guard bit his tongue to halt the coming sarcasm.
" Yes please, follow me"

The royals of Jareedi were informed swiftly, believing the magic king had means of interrogation Shina choose to stay in the hall acting as if nothing was amiss. Hopefully a chance to catch a would be assassin arises. None had stated Ains had left his son in charge to retire early.

In the dungeon below...

A man that could only be described as a shadow is chained to the wall unconscious. The shadow woke slowly with a throbbing headache. It felt like he had been trampled by a crowd, from a guess it felt like his entire body was a bruise. His arms were broken, trying to create a weapon resulted in agony "Ergghhh..." The man groans wearily with the taste of blood pooling in his mouth. Attempting to open his eyes results in failure, unable to confirm this fact due to chains...
A guess slowly forms that his eyes are either swollen shut or worse. Unable to recall how he ended up a prisoner the man coughs with the sound of attempting to spit.

A guard took pleasure in whacking the shadow man over the head with the flat of his sword resulting in a chuckle from some others in the room. "Bahggghh!!!....Wait" The shadow man manages to sputter.
"Remove... my... mask..."

Yahno was led below by this time, upon seeing the shadow the one eyed man laughed "this is good yes? Use magic, make him speak secrets"
The guards in the dungeon look at each other before one states. "Fetch Annaliese, she is well versed with mental manipulation"
Yahno couldn't help but wonder if that was his sister's talent... probably is...
A guard is sent to fetch the magic kings advisor.
"My... mask..." The shadow sputters once more, If able to he would have spat out some bloody teeth already.
Yahno stifled a chuckle as he pointed a finger towards the shadow and let a sliver of electricity zap into the captive "ARGHH" the shadow flails in one spot as the current passes through him.

(I'm ignoring post order to set up another big reveal that is most likely obvious what with Syfer dropping aha)
((You to can ignore post order for the time being so long as you do not skip ahead or use your free time to become the most active character in the embassy lol))

 

[Vexumin]

Nohren Hart

Nohren left the young Akuman to his scheming for the time being, after all, things were getting interesting. People were being forced to stay within the halls or escorted separate from the rest of the pack. All seemed to be in a state of stillness in a sense. Their temporary confinement within the hall was all but assured. It was all there for the prince to see, but he wasn't about to be guided about like some kind of helpless soul. No, so long as he had Zadaem at his side, who had already returned from keeping unwelcome individuals from approaching now that they were all focused upon other matters. Nohren finds an empty space and takes a seat, as calm and as casual as can be. He did not even question what was going on, but the captain soon leans in, ready to acknowledge what the reason for the commotion was.

Zadaem turns about and looks through the quieting main hall. "My prince... I have been alerted as to what has the embassy guards so excitable." The prince smiles and leans back further in his chair. "Whatever the case may be, it seems that security has just been heightened. It is likely the result of an attack. The question is though, just which kingdom snapped and put forward the order?" The captain, breathing a sigh, takes a seat opposite the prince. He runs a hand along his long white beard in thought. Before too long, a guard representative of Jareedi arrives, the look on his face clearly speaking that he had news to share. "Y-Your highness. A call has been made to Jareedi nobility. It seems you are requested in the dungeons," the guardsman says, still at attention before the prince. "Speak clearly why they wish for us down there," Nohren orders. The guard swallows audibly in response to the curt order, but obliges quickly. "It appears that a shadowed assassin has been locked away after an attack." The prince is silent for a moment, taking his time to think of a response. "Tell them that I shall remain where the party -was- if I am needed. Surely they don't expect me to retreat down there and take amusement from them beating the poor creature. No, I refuse. Perhaps if this attacker breaks from his chains, I'll reconsider the request."

The guardsman takes a step back, having heard the words of the prince. In no time at all, the guard began running to return to the dungeons to relay Nohrens response. "Are you sure it is wise to remain apart from the whole? Knowledge could be power in this particular situation," Captain Zadaem says in a hushed tone for the princes ears only. Nohren simply chuckles lowly in response. "What would be the point? Clearly everyone within these dungeons will be clambering over each other to gather info on the prisoner. By the time I arrive, they will likely have torn him to pieces gathering every last morsel of intel they could get their hands on. You know some of these people and how they treat their new toys, Zadaem. Perhaps later, when the interest in this prisoner dies down. Better to speak with less ears about after all."​