Lords and Ladies of the Realm

[Flurtayshus]

good eve. I am the Lady Dorynan. I am looking to meet other Lords, Ladies, Knights etc, from the Realm of Visilica. Visilica is the name of my castle and the lands surrounding it. If you have a castle nearby, you should stop by and pay me a visit...I should very much like to get to know you. Good morrow, Lords and Ladies

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: This is a story? And if it is, is it fantastical(magic)?

 

[Flurtayshus]

Yes, welcome to Visilica. It is a fantasy world. Wizards and castles and Lords and Ladies, dragons and faeries and sprites. Good and Evil reside here just the same. Creative minds are welcome...to mold the world of Visilica.

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: He's not a cannibal. He's not a vampire.

The figure was wrapped in black, all except for the handsome, proud, and noble face. The only sign of another non-skin, non-black color was the red lining on the outside of his cape. He strutted in carelessly to the castle. He was Dralk Ulanteir, and he had nothing to fear from a meeting such as this. He had been in many assasination attepts, but none of the hundreds of them could kill the proud and powerful Baron. At his side hung an enormous sword, edges polished till they could cut through steel like paper. He brought no gaurds, but all could sense his rank and power. He strutted into the castle of the noble lady. His mage's rings sat proudly on his fingers, and their number and quality startled sime of the better mages in the land. His Ornate Plate, one of the Unique Sets he had unearthed once, startled some of the bravest warriors. And his sword finished off the complement. He was clothed in armor, all but his helmet, which was at his side. His long, black cape fluttered behind him as he walked to the Lady Dorynan, who was renowned in the land for her beauty. He walked up, and bowed to his knees. He took her hand and brought it to his lips, savoring the sweet smell of her fair flesh. He wished silently that he could smell more of it. And taste it.

 

[Neale]

Stark Wyrmbane

Yet another noble from a nearby realm is announced by the herald.

"Hear ye, hear ye, Stark, Lord Wyrmbane, Knight-Protector of the Realm of Dragonsmere!"

A fairly non-descript man enters the room at the announcement. He looks at the herald and rolls his eyes ruefully. "That is Dragon-Protector of Knightsblood, my good man." The herald blanches to a ghostly white, and stutters out "D-d-d-d-d..." The man walks past the still-stammering herald, towards the hostesss of the castle, Lady Dorynan.

All armsmen in the vast chamber grasp their weapons firmly, ready to throw themselves upon this man, now knowing who -or what- he actually was. Knightsblood was the name commonly given to the not-too-distant island kingdom of the dragons. Home to the largest clan of dragons in the world, many a knight's quest had ended in bloody defeat on its shores. The Dragon-Protector of that land, Lord Wyrmbane, was one of its most feared denizens.

Stark stops, and calls out in a strangely loud and resonant voice, "Relax, all of you! If I were here for hunger's sake, I wouldn't have come in this ridiculous form, and you'd all be charbroiled ere now. I simply came for curiousity's sake. After all, I was invited by your Lady!"

Much to his pleasant surprise, the Lady in question did not show the least bit of fear at his approach. He thought to himself this could be interesting after all

He looked to the Baron first, meets his eyes, nods, and says "Baron. Good to see you so... colorful and healthy. Guess your healers are worth their pay." He then turns to the Lady, "Ah, milady Dorynan, So good of you to invite us to your home. Frankly, my clan was astonished that you would send an invitation to us at all. Not so astonished that your messenger wasn't eaten, but astonished, nonetheless."

Stark reached over to a steward, who had been motionless ever since the Dragon Lord's arrival, and picked up a glass of wine. "So, dear neighbor, whatever did you invite us for?"

 

[Madyson]

A three and a half inch fairy, seemingly encased in solid gold flits about the room approaching Lady Dorynan. Finding himself a scant few feet away he lands. He shudders and grows to an enormous 8' of solid gold muscular golem-esque form. With an exaggerated bow he takes her hand and kisses it.

"Evenin' M'lady, I am Seven-up, at your service."

With a wink and a smile he returns to his slighter form and flits about the heads of the others in the room.

 

[Moonlight_33]

I watch from the shadows, yet i dwell in the light, i am known only as Lady Moonlight. I enter the castle unseen, yet i walk in the open, having the power to move between worlds.
Dressed in a white gown, trimmed with gold, and cloaked in deep purple, i watch the procedings from the back of the hall. I was surprised to recieve Lady Dorynan's invitation, but we were old friends, and she knew i would never refuse such a request. It seemed every man in the room had an eye for the lady of the house, but it had always been that way, and justly so, she was indeed a pleasure to the eye. Desciding to make my presence known, but not my gifts, i returned to the outer doors of the castle and made my presence know like any other guest. I made my way towards Lady Dorynan, and she smiled at the sight of me, though i suspect she whould have known of my preasance in the room earlier. I pulled back the hood of my cloak, letting my dark blond braids fall freely down my back, reaching the backs of my knees.
"My lady, it is a pleasure to see you again" She reached out and took my hand.
"Thank you for coming my friend." there was an understanding between us that needed no words.

 

[Morgoth]

"Lord Wyrmbane, how good to see that you haven't been slain yet", said Dralk nonchalantly.

 

[Morgoth]

"Lord Wyrmbane, how good to see that you haven't been slain yet", said Dralk nonchalantly. "Lady Moonlight, Lord Seven-up", nodded Dralk calmly, his face expresionless.

 

[Moonlight_33]

"Lord Dralk Ulantier. It is a pleasure to finaly meet you in the flesh. Although i try not to judge others by reputation alone, you do have quite an outlandish reputation." Giving a cheeky grin, and a wink. There seems to be a tension building in the room, a feeling of unsurity, and i worry that the slightest ripple in the pond might see swords drawn. A situation to be avoided if at all possible.
"My Lady, Do you still have any of that wine i gifted you on my last visit? I am terrible parched from my travels." I laughed a little, and She knew my intentions at once, sending for the wine.

 

[Morgoth]

"And you Mi'Lady. I have heard many good reports about you. The majority of them were very good", he said, cocking an eyebrow. I have just come from the Far East myself. Ther I have learned many skills. Quite impressive", said Dralk. "And deadly", his eyes seemed to glint.

 

[Moonlight_33]

"I am sure you have many skills i would find interesting My Lord." i gave him a wicked smile. There was something about a dangerious man i always found fasinating. "I am not without skills myself, being fond of learning as i am, and deadly is an area that is not unknown to me."

 

[Flurtayshus]

The Lady Dorynan stands as those she has summoned appear before her. Her white silk gown illuminates and accentuates her brown skin. The white cloak glistening like a fresh morning dew. Her luxuriously thick black hair simply parted down the center and lying down her back. The simple crystal link chain adorning her forhead barely whispering her rank and power. Simplicity her motto. For it never fails to charm those who can be charmed and devastates those who underestimate her depth. Her eyes sparkle with anticipation.

Spreading her arms out to her sides, her gaze passes over them all. Her voice was smooth, low and had a distinct rippling around it as if you were hearing the twinkle of bells. "Welcome Friends. I would like to thank you personally for answering my call. There are matters of great import the require discussion. In time. For the moment I would hear of your journeys, and how you have faired these long nights passed since I've seen you."

She snaps her fingers and several quietly serene faeries appeared holding great trenchers of food and drink.

"Friends, eat. Share my wealth. Enjoy each others company. For the matters of which we will discuss later will require that you know each other, and know them well. I have faith that you all will hear me out and then join me when the time has come."

 

[Neale]

Stark

The transformed dragon looks around at the gathered host. Amazing, they come in all shapes, sizes, and... flavors. Perhaps my people have honored the boundaries of our land too long. Perhaps...

"While this is, I am quite sure, a wonderful party for you humans, I am still very curious, Lady. Why are we gathered here today? Do you propose alliance? Offer tribute? Threaten war? You will have my full attention, when the time comes to discuss."

He moves over to a nearby table, and claims it for his own, mainly because all of the previous occupants suddenly remembered pressing appointments very far from here. Now, who amongst these has the daring, courage, or insanity to chat up a dragonlord? Stark thinks quietly to himself, as he sips the excellent vintage provided by the hostess'es cellars.

[Edited by Neale on 02-17-2001 at 10:21 PM]

 

[Moonlight_33]

Moonlight filtered out the thoughts of all in the room bar the dragon. There was someting about him that was very familiar, but she could not quite put her finger on it. she turned her attention back to Lady Dorynan, but found her mind guarded, as she would have expected it to be. "i am sure we are all curious to the nature of invitation My Lord." she smiled at nim, but didn't really expect him to return the gesture.

 

[Flurtayshus]

The Lady Dorynan makes her way around to her guests.

"Lord Dralk. Welcome." she says grasping his hands gently and leaning in for an embrace. "Ah....and still easily as incitable as the rumors I see." She smiled that secret knowing smile and moved on.

"Lord Wyrmbrane, I desire your patience in being here. I did not fear sending my messenger to you, because i knew that this would peak your interest." The Lady winked and moved on.

"Ahh, Seven-Up I thank you for your presence. It's going to be much needed. I hope to gain your trust so that we should quickly be friends."

"And Lady, it does my heart good to see you here. It's been far too long. Although i see that you still cannot resist surveying the premises before entering my home. And of course I have your wine. It will be brought to you immediately."

 

[Moonlight_33]

Moonlight gives her friend a cheeky smile, "so tell me my friend, why have you caled us together, or did you mearly wish me to spend time in the company of these charming gentlemen?" She could feel this was not the time for explanations, so she quicky diverted the topic to another."Lord Dralk, I have not been to the east in a very long time, Does a woman still hold High Rule?"

 

[Morgoth]

"Yes. Unluckily, it is a 13 year old Empress who still plays with straw dolls. They are suddenly challenged by a powerful empire who have long lived on an island. I have learned things they call the Martial Arts, four different types. Ai'Kido, Tang Soo do, Tae Kwon Do, and JuJitsu. I would like to learn of some of your skills as well, Mi'Lady. You wouldn't mind sitting with Lord Wyrmbane, would you?" he asked politely, pulling out a chair from the Dragon's table.

 

[Moonlight_33]

She accepted the char with a smile "I don't mind at all. I would teach you what i can, but i am afraid my talents are in a much luch less agressive field, though probably just as physical." she gave him a wink, her mood becoming quite cheeky, or perhaps it was the wine.
"So the child made it to the throan. What became of her mother? She was woman not to be messed with, i can't imagine anything getting the better of her." she took another sip of wine, savouring the sweet taste.

 

[Morgoth]

"Assassinated", Dralk said simply. He walked over to another chair, on the left of the Lady and across from Lord Wyrmbane. "I assure you, it was not me", he said, answering their shrewd gazes. "But Mi'Lady, perhaps you can teach me some of these skills in my room later", he said, a smile on his lips. On the rare occasions he smiled, it was said to brgihten the whole room.

 

[Moonlight_33]

The way he smiled at her, she was almost tempted to give him a nights lesson he would not soon forget. It had been a long time since she and gone to a mans bed, but there were more important matters at hand. She was tempted to read his thoughts, but was not sure she wanted to know what he was thinking when he smiled that way. She pushed the idea from her mind.
"Careful M'Lord. You might just get what your asking for." They all laughed. She picked up her wine glass again, meeting his eyes over the rim of the glass. Oh thoses eyes. She looked away.
"Lord Wyrmbane, how are things in your lands? I have nothing of your kind in quite some time."

 

[Flurtayshus]

As the feasting wound down, Lady Dorynan felt the matter at hand become pressing. "Shall we retire to the Autumn Hall?" She asked the guests as she stood and headed out of the hall.
"But Milady, what is the Autumn Hall." asked one of her guests outspoken servants.

Lady Dorynan just looked at the servant turned her back and proceeded to leave the dining hall. Her silent leaving was all the invitation the others needed to follow. But following her proved to be harder than they thought. She was almost completely enveloped in a mist that seemed to weave and thicken and disappear just as quickly as it appeared. Their guiding light seemed to be in Lady Moonlight who seemed to know where she was going regardless.

They eventually met up with two ceiling high doors. elegantly crafted up to 25 feet tall...where the mist seem to dissipate. Upon opening them, the guests were awed. It was as if they had stepped outside, only they were inside. The room was full of trees, streams, foliage, and the season was autumn. Bright beautiful golden leaves fell languidly to the ground and the air was cool and crisp. Moving forward through what seemed like another dimension they found their host seated upon a hill beneath a large tree......she was definitely a sight. Her clothes no longer the shimmering white of before....were now blood red velvet and rusted orange....they still sparkled with elegance but now matched her surroundings....the grass although it was autumn was plush.
"Please be seated. There is much to say."

 

[unclebigbad]

NightWolf, Lord Protector of the Forest

I walk into the Great Hall unheralded. Wearing simple leather armour. A non-descript battle axe rides my right hip. My plain steel helm securely fastened, by a leather thong, to my belt. I am tall. a full 19 hands. I weigh a full 20 stone. I have a body born of physical labor. Plainly muscular, and very lean. To any who bother to look, there is what appears to be a bite mark on my right upper arm. I walk to the Lady of the house, bowing, I announce myself.

M'Lady, I am NightWolf. Lord Protector of the Forest Realm.

I bow yet again, slowly backing away, my gold flecked red eyes, never leaving yours...Scenting food, I turn and seek the source of the heavenly scents, my stomach growling with hunger.

 

[guspimp]

Lord Remy

I enter the castle....the main hall is empty save a servant who approaches from the far side of the room and informs me the group has already moved into the Autumn Hall, but that Lady Dorynan has been expecting me. The servant kindly leads me into the large hall...I've been here before, but it seems to grow ever more breathtaking with every visit. I enter the room and immediately I see the Lady whom we have all come to see...she is stunning, at first I can merely gaze at her in almost a state of awe. Then I find my bearings and make my way over to her. I bow and apologize for my late arrival. The Lady replies in her cool, calm manner as always, "Don't fret Lord Remy, I'm just glad you could join us for this most important gathering. Please help yourself to some food and drink, and we shall begin." I thank her kindly and gather a plate of food and some of the splendid wine. I then take a seat near the others and kindly greet everyone. While I'm making my polite introductions I'm surveying everyone, the familiar faces and the new ones alike. There is a pleasant tone to everyone, yet there is an underlying feeling of tension among everyone. I dismiss this and proceed to eat my meal...it has been a long journey down from the north.

 

[Neale]

Stark Wyrmbane

The dragon lord, having followed the Lady to her Autumn Hall, pauses and looks around. The place reeked of a magic with which he was not entirely unfamiliar. Sipping from his wineglass, he turns to their hostess.

"Nicely done, milady. I hadn't thought to encounter such an adept as yourself in these lands. Now, I am even more intrigued, which is probably for the best. My temper is not suited for boredom long, unlike most of my brethren, who are content to count their treasures for decades."

With a gesture, he causes a low couch to appear, and seats himself. There is room on the couch for another, should any be so daring...

"Please, enlighten us."