[The Sweeping Wyld] (Current IC) The Fluttering Banners Cometh

[Forn Clakes]

There is a place within the Eastern Middlemarches, within striking distance of the Hundred Kingdoms and bordering the lands of those who would make dealings with the tree-dwelling Haltans, which resembles a set of silk pavilions spreading outwards from a central castle. The woods around it blaze with banners and standards, while the constant clattering of armor and weapons are piled high, taken from the defeated and broken. Training is a steady stream of duels and intrigue, and it is within this freehold where the Opal Court reigns true.


Led by its ruler, Prince Japithia, the Opal Court welcomes all to its freehold, newcomers, refugees and even enemies, knowing that each will bring their own feuds and battles with them. However, the Opal Court does not go after those who are not worthy, oh no. They uphold the Virtue of Valor, and so, must seek only the strongest and bravest to do battle with.


Which is why this day has come. Rumours spread through the Opal Court like wildfire, causing commoners and nobles alike in a state of frenzy at the prospect of the coming battles and the tales they will create.


One of the Chosen of the Sun standing with his mortal host, preparing for the future.


The standards are being raised within the Opal Court...

 

[Myllinnia]

Xytrisae slows her alluring dance. It was not uncommon for the Ornamental Raksha to be in the area ruled by the virtue of Valor, the Grace of the Sword, those that resound with the Sword need her. Their battles their stories, need her Song, her dance, they need her to make them more exquisite, stronger, evocative. She smiles to herself red lips pressed together, her black, shimmering, serpentine body was coiled under her as she sways and dances, the tip of her tail moves in time to a Song that she provides. What battle will come this day, she wonders, which warriors will be made legends, whose Story will resonate stronger with hers?


A journey ago she had come to the Opal court, one of the biggest in this region. Her Treasure's song was not loud here, but she had reasoned that perhaps it was hidden here. Since then however she had found no sign, no hint, her Story not strong enough to resonate here, her Song was there for them and nothing more it appeared.

 

[Shadowmarch]

The taping of wet footfall echoed in one of the more silent halls of the valorous Opal Court. It had been many ages since his last visit here, and he was a much different being then. The "boy's" hands and feet were both wet with red from a fresh killing not an hour prior. Verbog had been lost in thought foggy memories of a war long lost creeping into his mind; however, he was quickly pulled out of this as singing and merriment slipped into his ear. The child of chaos closed his eyes and let his ears guide him to what was obviously a well versed member of the cup. After a few minutes Verbog stepped into the open area where the Naga lay surrounded by commoners and nobles of the sword enjoying her performance.

 

[Blackadder]

Parodai wondered just how many opportunities are available to him now, as he arrived at the Opal Court, appearing as an immaculately beautiful youth with violet hair and luscious long limbs. Slipping about, he wondered with whom to start, to challenge or call out for some Plot twists.