In the seventh winter of Amber, the end of the sixth year and the start of the seventh year of reality (or so they claim). The winter festival is set to begin at sunset on the last day (December 31st, listed as part of year 7 for sanity's sake), and Dworkin has hinted about a large surprise for everyone. Preparations have taken weeks, and castle Amber has been transformed into a shining example of warm tapestries and ice sculptures.
The grand ballroom has been converted to a large feasting chamber with seven fireplaces going and keeping the large chamber warm in the winter cold. It's only about 5 in the evening, and the sun has just finished setting. Tir-Na Nog'th is materializing, visible out on the balcony, and the servants are preparing to move similar supplies into it for the later evening. In front of the balcony is a small raised stage/platform on which rests three thrones, with the center one a good foot larger than the others.
The party has not officially started, yet dozens of merchants and socialites from the city Amber have already arrived. They are dressed in various finery, many with ceremonial dress-swords. (Although, very few look like they know how to use them.)
Towering above them, Morgana is checking the enchantments keeping the ice cold. The large orge slowly making her way through the conversations, as much of the humans avoid her.
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Aibne stood to the side of the entrance as he surveyed the people inside the ballroom. He was intensely aware of where Ayum was at all times, keeping less than ten yards aware from the mid level merchant at all times. He didn't understand what the man had said before, about being free, but regardless, he still had a contract to fulfill.
He sighed, thinking back to the noble who had encountered him in the hall the day before, grunted, moved to keep his shadow. Ayum was cautious enough to want him near - but unless the dwarf signaled for needed intimidation, he wanted to make sure private affairs remained that way. He explained that, at length, both during the trip through the other cities for trade goods and more hesitantly, carefully, in his rooms when Aibne came for his briefing.
The tunic was heavy and itchy, shining in the lights like gold. It was all that was in his room when he woke, it and the kilt sewn with copper and silver. His sword hung by his side in a matching sheath, it's copper coil of a hilt burnished and shining. He grunted, moved, kept just right for Ayum's comfort and need, and let his eyes wander through the crowd, waiting, watching, for anything to make it less dull.
He sighed, thinking back to the noble who had encountered him in the hall the day before, grunted, moved to keep his shadow. Ayum was cautious enough to want him near - but unless the dwarf signaled for needed intimidation, he wanted to make sure private affairs remained that way. He explained that, at length, both during the trip through the other cities for trade goods and more hesitantly, carefully, in his rooms when Aibne came for his briefing.
The tunic was heavy and itchy, shining in the lights like gold. It was all that was in his room when he woke, it and the kilt sewn with copper and silver. His sword hung by his side in a matching sheath, it's copper coil of a hilt burnished and shining. He grunted, moved, kept just right for Ayum's comfort and need, and let his eyes wander through the crowd, waiting, watching, for anything to make it less dull.
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Alystrakos and The Raven arrive, unannounced, from a side entrance.
Alys is wearing a modestly cut but tight-fitting dress in shades of red and orange, with gold trim and a golden tasseled belt. The colors shimmer and shift as she moves, forming abstract patterns reminiscent of dancing flames. Tucked into her belt is a blade that's either a large dagger or a small shortsword; it has no crossguard, and both handle and sheath are worked in gold and set with rubies. (Despite the adornment, it's equally clear that this is a working blade; the handle is properly grooved to remain usable even when drenched in the blood of your foes.)
The Raven is wearing his standard black coat - but this one has silver thread, with one hundred and sixty nine tiny silver ravens embroidered along its edges. Underneath the coat, he's wearing black silk pants and shirt, with a slightly puffy-looking (and probably very well insulated) vest in a dark burgundy red. At his hip is a suspiciously ordinary-looking rapier.
For those with at least mid rank warfare, both are carrying some amount of additional concealed weaponry - probably throwing daggers.
The Raven looks around, and then makes a beeline for Morgana; Alystrakos follows a bit behind, paying rather more attention to the conversations of lesser nobles. She nods to Aibne in passing, but doesn't approach him - or offer even that much acknowledgement to anyone else.
Continued in Lounge of the Giant.
Alys is wearing a modestly cut but tight-fitting dress in shades of red and orange, with gold trim and a golden tasseled belt. The colors shimmer and shift as she moves, forming abstract patterns reminiscent of dancing flames. Tucked into her belt is a blade that's either a large dagger or a small shortsword; it has no crossguard, and both handle and sheath are worked in gold and set with rubies. (Despite the adornment, it's equally clear that this is a working blade; the handle is properly grooved to remain usable even when drenched in the blood of your foes.)
The Raven is wearing his standard black coat - but this one has silver thread, with one hundred and sixty nine tiny silver ravens embroidered along its edges. Underneath the coat, he's wearing black silk pants and shirt, with a slightly puffy-looking (and probably very well insulated) vest in a dark burgundy red. At his hip is a suspiciously ordinary-looking rapier.
For those with at least mid rank warfare, both are carrying some amount of additional concealed weaponry - probably throwing daggers.
The Raven looks around, and then makes a beeline for Morgana; Alystrakos follows a bit behind, paying rather more attention to the conversations of lesser nobles. She nods to Aibne in passing, but doesn't approach him - or offer even that much acknowledgement to anyone else.
Continued in Lounge of the Giant.
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An elf and a half-elf pause a moment at the main entrance.
"Lord Lydre Rasanam and Lady Lydre Lyra," announces one of the servants, all full of pomp and dignity.
Rasanam doesn't seem to even notice the announcer; he glances around the room before looking at Lyra and tilting his head in an unspoken "Where to?"
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Rasanam is wearing a dark grey leather vest with silver buttons over light grey silk shirt and trousers. A belt of linked silver gears holds a mid-sized dagger, and the outfit is adorned with a remarkable number of pockets - all of them clearly in use. Last, the vest's shoulders are reinforced, apparently to make a better perch for the raven Fjolnir.
"Lord Lydre Rasanam and Lady Lydre Lyra," announces one of the servants, all full of pomp and dignity.
Rasanam doesn't seem to even notice the announcer; he glances around the room before looking at Lyra and tilting his head in an unspoken "Where to?"
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Rasanam is wearing a dark grey leather vest with silver buttons over light grey silk shirt and trousers. A belt of linked silver gears holds a mid-sized dagger, and the outfit is adorned with a remarkable number of pockets - all of them clearly in use. Last, the vest's shoulders are reinforced, apparently to make a better perch for the raven Fjolnir.
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Re: 07.01: The Seventh Winter
Lyra winces slightly at her title; it's a subtle gesture, and probably missed by anyone below amber rank psyche.
Lyra is wearing a strapless purple dress, accented in silver. Her jewelry is also mostly silver: a silver tiara with small decorative horns that sweep back following the curve of her ears, tiny amethyst earrings, thick silver bracelets decorated with scale patterns in black-purple enamel, and a necklace in the form of a silver dragon with wings outstretched.
She smiles, taking her husband's hand in hers. "Let's go say hi to Morgana. Then I suppose we can make our way around."
Continued in Lounge of the Giant.
Lyra is wearing a strapless purple dress, accented in silver. Her jewelry is also mostly silver: a silver tiara with small decorative horns that sweep back following the curve of her ears, tiny amethyst earrings, thick silver bracelets decorated with scale patterns in black-purple enamel, and a necklace in the form of a silver dragon with wings outstretched.
She smiles, taking her husband's hand in hers. "Let's go say hi to Morgana. Then I suppose we can make our way around."
Continued in Lounge of the Giant.
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The herald calls forth "Lord Harrune Tharassa Tyrnath Reran..." and glances subtly but questioningly at Harrune. Harrune responds with a small shake of his head, a smile and a wink. The herald looks relieved and continues "...and his entourage."
Harrune is dress in loose fitting creamed colored silk shirt and pants. Over the shirt he is wearing a brown leather vest tooled with an intricate vine pattern. At his hip hangs a rapier, although he doesn't seem to pay it much heed. Around his neck is a silver chain with a medallion shaped like a tree...made by someone who has obviously never seen a tree. The branches and leaves are all perpendicular the trunk of the tree and flat on the top. The trunk does not taper, and both the top and bottom are cut so that it clearly shows part of a tree, not the whole tree.
He is accompanied by four other Cani (three male, one female), and an anthropomorphic tiger and raccoon. Of the group, Harrune is the most sedately dressed. As they enter the hall, the entourage quickly breaks up and scatters to start socializing with various people throughout the crowd.
Harrune starts circulating through the crowd, brief stopping to exchange greetings with various people. He does not limit himself to any one social class or profession, but instead is anyone he just happens to be passing.
After a short time of this he makes his way to Aibne. "Greetings my friend. I was hoping that we could talk for a bit.."
(OOC: this conversation is continued in On the Side)
Harrune is dress in loose fitting creamed colored silk shirt and pants. Over the shirt he is wearing a brown leather vest tooled with an intricate vine pattern. At his hip hangs a rapier, although he doesn't seem to pay it much heed. Around his neck is a silver chain with a medallion shaped like a tree...made by someone who has obviously never seen a tree. The branches and leaves are all perpendicular the trunk of the tree and flat on the top. The trunk does not taper, and both the top and bottom are cut so that it clearly shows part of a tree, not the whole tree.
He is accompanied by four other Cani (three male, one female), and an anthropomorphic tiger and raccoon. Of the group, Harrune is the most sedately dressed. As they enter the hall, the entourage quickly breaks up and scatters to start socializing with various people throughout the crowd.
Harrune starts circulating through the crowd, brief stopping to exchange greetings with various people. He does not limit himself to any one social class or profession, but instead is anyone he just happens to be passing.
After a short time of this he makes his way to Aibne. "Greetings my friend. I was hoping that we could talk for a bit.."
(OOC: this conversation is continued in On the Side)
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A number of other people have been arriving. Including but not limited to: (all are introduced)
Galadrian Hart, owner of the Dragon's Den
Foradim and Tabodi Silverbar, Of the Silverbar family
A few members of the Shadow Striders (Rogbar has not arrived yet.)
Father-Confessor Lane, Head of the Church of the Four Castles, Formerly the Church of Amber
Guildmaster Teusus, of the Merchant's Guild
and Jericho, Guard captain of one of the neighborhoods by the bay.
Galadrian Hart, owner of the Dragon's Den
Foradim and Tabodi Silverbar, Of the Silverbar family
A few members of the Shadow Striders (Rogbar has not arrived yet.)
Father-Confessor Lane, Head of the Church of the Four Castles, Formerly the Church of Amber
Guildmaster Teusus, of the Merchant's Guild
and Jericho, Guard captain of one of the neighborhoods by the bay.
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Apparently Asai had decided to do away with the bothers of "showing up on time" and "introductions" and the likes and simply taken a long nap up in the overhead rafters*. Parties and gatherings being the frequently boring and repetitive things that they are, the beginnings of this one fail to elicit much of a reaction (though she was quite aware of the goings-on below). Then something that is not only interesting but new catches her attention. She bounds in that direction and drops down next to Alys.
(Continued in Lounge of the Giant and then in On the Other Side.)
((* - If by chance there are no actual rafters, she's up on the light fixtures or something of the sorts, there's almost always an up-there even if she had to arrange for it to exist in the first place.))
(Continued in Lounge of the Giant and then in On the Other Side.)
((* - If by chance there are no actual rafters, she's up on the light fixtures or something of the sorts, there's almost always an up-there even if she had to arrange for it to exist in the first place.))
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A low, long, almost keening yowl starts up outside of the door to the main hall, before the door opens. The noise grows in pitch, as a pair of boots are thrown into the center of the room, narrowly missing several people. A streak of black lightning flashes along the same trajectory, landing in the leather boots paws first. On his side is a long silver rapier, and on his head a wide feathered cap. He stands tall as he might, only just barely cresting five feet. In the center of his chest is a large white patch that looks like a leaf. The yowl builds up loud and louder, before he stomps, and it starts. The page at the door blinks, before shaking his head. "U-uh," he starts, recovering his wits. "Rogbar the Mighty."
"I would have words with Alystrakos!" the cat bawls, looking wildly around the room. "Also Aibne."
"I would have words with Alystrakos!" the cat bawls, looking wildly around the room. "Also Aibne."
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(Minor OOC Note: Time in the sub-threads does not have to follow the main thread. So, if you want to get through a post (or ten) before said above yowl happens, feel free to do so.)
It is also of note that the guards have a look somewhere between "Not again, he does this every week." and "Do you think he's serious this time?"
Previous argument will happen in You Only Want Luck
It is also of note that the guards have a look somewhere between "Not again, he does this every week." and "Do you think he's serious this time?"
Previous argument will happen in You Only Want Luck