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*This event is still in the plotting phase! Please check back on this thread later or view the plotting page found here.

*All of the civil war art was created by me, copy right to me.
If you'd like to check out my art page, please view it <a href="http://visualspice.deviantart.com/">here</a>!



WELCOME TO THE GRAND DUKE'S PALACE!
Welcome lords, ladies and the military elite of Connlaoth! Here, you will enjoy fine wine and dancing, and get a chance to schmooze with all the lovely military elite and noble-fair of the land. This event takes place just after the sun sets at the Grand Duke's palace so all can celebrate beneath the starry autumn skies!


RULES of the EVENT
The rules are simple, contact Spice via PM or post here to inquire if your character can join. Once approved, you can jump into any of the open threads listed below, or start a private one. Just remember, it has to match the starry night theme and be posted in The Grand Duke's Palace.  If you create a thread, submit the link to Spice so she can add it to the list :D.
*Please remember, this is a mini-event run under the main event for the Connlaothian Civil War so the same rules apply.


This event is meant for characters to mingle after the initial ceremony for the promotion of the new Mordecai Grand Master to be sworn in, has ended, so feel free to 'star gaze' after tat! That being said, if your character exits one thread, I simply ask that, at the end of your post in that thread, post a link to the new thread they are entering or, if they leave the ball entirely, please label that out of character (ooc) at the end of the last post as well. Thanks! This stuff should be labeled oocly so it's obvious for other readers who want to thread hop as well!




AVAILABLE OPEN THREADS:
Seeing Stars- This thread is open to ball invitees who wish to schmooze with the Grand Duke himself! Located in the Throne Room. Now for all to post!
Constellations- This thread houses all the dance formations among the starry elite of Connlaoth which takes place in the Ballroom. Now once the ceremony is over!
Shooting Stars- Military personnel show off their skills through contests held throughout the night at the Northern Lawn.  Now once the ceremony is over!
Stargazing- Hang out on the beautiful veranda that overlooks the front of the palace where you can over see the gardens and even see a portion of the Northern lawn. Appetizers and drinks are kept along the palace walls of the Veranda for those guests who might be hungry for more than gossip.    Now once the ceremony is over!
Stardust- Check out the exquisite Palace Gardens alight in 'stardust', a more reserved location for gossip and children to play.  Now once the ceremony is over!
Starry Eyed - The most secluded location, come join the Uthlyn professor Dornsely Woohl as he presents a new array of star-gazing devices on The Stargazers Tower. Now to guests!

PRIVATE THREADS:
SuperNova - the Grand Duke's lover goes into labor during this private thread.
To Catch A Falling Star- The Grand Duke discusses a new Duke of Ahjfeld
He Who Swallows the Stars - The Grand Duke's right hand mordecai gets drunk and may say a little more than he means to to a spy serving him drinks
More Coming Soon

CHECK OUT MY LATEST SITE EVENT!
The Never King- a king erased from history because of his dabblings in dark magic (among other things...) suddenly because a present day problem when an unlikely group of adventurers 'awakens' him from the grave. You can read more about the event on the plotting page here and information page here!

I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

visualspice


OOC: This Thread has come from: Seeing Stars. See the rules before joining! Thanks!

Thread location: The Throne Room.

"STAND TALL! LINE FORMATION! FORWARD, MARCH!" General Methwald Allaen bellowed the command as he sat upon his pristine white war horse, decked out in gilded war-time attire impractical in battle, but practical on this new front. The General needed to make an impression. He was head of security at the Grand Duke's palace, the host for the Mordecai Grand Master's inauguration. Everything had to work seemlessly, and he only brought the best of the best of his men to represent, mordecai under his command at the front, while the remaining soldier elites flanked out in rows.

He took command down the center, the only one on horse back, so he was careful to maneuver the beast within the Grand Duke's throne room. At the center is where he sat, the Grand Duke, like a statue, in all of his glory. He was a man not without his own war stories, as the scars he wore openly across his face showed he survived his own assassination attempt, while continuing to roll with the might of the whole nation.

Even Mehtwald himself bore no scars as glorious as his, but the longer he stayed out on the field,the more he tested that luck. This month, however, he was in charge of a most prestigious event,needing to keep not only the entire Grand Duke's palace and it's guest protected, but his men were surrounding and lining up throughout the entire city of Reajh.

There were guards for guards, and a background list for check lists and only soldiers who'd served in the past five years could even enter the palace, let alone the city, for this ordeal. And General Allaen took this request, this position with pride- as being one of the newer Generals to join the top most ranks in the war he could only assume he had been proving his worth, or why would the Grand Duke assign him to such a place, and for such an event?

"RAISE THE BANNERS!" He shouted, unsheathing and raising his diplomatic blade as he moved to the far end of the red carpet towards the massive door where the lines of guests, mordecai, military commanders (who were not too deeply rooted out in the field) and the highest of nobility General Allaen had ever seen.

He was scared shitless. Commanding men in battle was one thing, but to command his army infront of a group of aristocrats, and the military 'best of the best' (the notorious mordecai) Zannrick Austengarde being one of them- the notorious hound that protected the Grand Duke- a position in whcih he had been sworn into for life. They were all there, and there he was, greener than the rest, but no less dignified in his position.

"HANDS TO BREAST, LEFT TO ATTENTION! SALUTE!" And the whole of his line up turned, eyes all upon the door where two soldiers were stationed and General Allaen trotted his horse to their side.

"DRUM LINE COMMENCE!"
Stepping forward came the drummers, thrumming away the beat of anticipation.

"MAKE WAY, STAND TALL!" he called, and gestured back, hollering over his shoulder. "OPEN THE DOORS! PRESENT TO US WITH THE MORDECAI OF THE HOUR, FALL INTO SILENCE FOR ALANNA MERCER!"

And the heavy doors were brought open as all stood tall, and Mehtwald, holding his breath, as he waited astutely for the woman of the hour to walk on down- towards where the Grand Duke now stood tall infront of his throne, and taller still, as before him were rows of long stepped landings the woman would need to walk in order to greet him.

And as they waited, the war drums continued to thrum.
CHECK OUT MY LATEST SITE EVENT!
The Never King- a king erased from history because of his dabblings in dark magic (among other things...) suddenly because a present day problem when an unlikely group of adventurers 'awakens' him from the grave. You can read more about the event on the plotting page here and information page here!

I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

GoblinFae

While the whole of the Grand Duke's palace had flounced about to prepare the event, there was still one within its great walls that was less than thrilled about all the pomp and circumstance. Mordecai widow turned Grand Master, Alanna Mercer had spent the day suffering the preparations with no small amount of reproach in her expressions or tone. The servants who had been assigned to attend to her had quickly discovered that the Lioness had aptly earned her name for her roar was terrifying and in the end they had all scuttled out as quickly as they were able.

Alanna had dressed herself in the end with polished boots and buckles. The ceremonial garb of the Grand Master Mordecai was ostentatious to say the least; everything had to be just perfect without a single smudge or wrinkle. Patchwork seams ran about it every which way regardless of how necessary they were or were not to the integrity of the garment. It was a further waste in her opinion as thoroughly polished armor covered most of it from sight. Her short, fiery mane of hair was allowed to be free for once though even it was kept tamed and pinned out of her eyes so as to match the perfection that was sought of her.

Yet the woman who wore it would have given anything to get out of the ceremony and be in her traditional gear that had already seen her through many battles. The lack of a weapon at her side only served to make her more anxious. Not a day had gone by since the start of the war where she had not had her sword and pistol strapped to her side, until now that is. Angsar help them if there was an attack or incident at the ball and she did not have a weapon on her.

Alanna was pulled from her dark thoughts towards the ceremony as General Allaen announced the need for her entrance. Holding her head up high and steeling herself for all the eyes that would be trained upon her and the whispers that would follow behind her, Alanna entered the throne room. She walked with purpose, marching her way through the lines of presenting man with the ease of a commanding soldier that belonged there and always had. No matter how she felt inside she still had a part to play and would be the good little soldier in preforming it to her fullest.

Distantly she could hear the drums continuing to beat and dictate her cadence though it was a faint buzzing in her ears as she ascended the many steps to where the Grand Duke awaited her, his Mordecai shadow, Zannrick not far behind him. Alanna had to keep from smirking, knowing that it most likely had irked her former mentor to know that she now outranked him in a most coveted position.

Schooling her features, she at last reached the top, her eyes darting briefly to meet Zannrick's before returning to Calent's scarred face. How different he was now than in the days of her training. She still remembered him and his father from the sparring fields when they would come to observe the new recruits. So long ago that seemed now.

Mentally shaking herself from her wool-gathering thoughts she stood to attention and then with her right hand she struck her chest over her heart and bowed while dropping to one knee before the Grand Duke. "Long live Calent of Allar, Grand Duke of Connlaoth," she intoned quietly but with authority.
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"No Pride For Some of Us Without Liberation For All of Us"
~ Micah Bazant ~

Spoiler
Leaderships
Tirial Province (Serendipity)

Talu Territory (Adela)

Ninja Flamingos

Guilds - Under Construction and Revamping
Blood of Ash || Cleara Verdad || The Creoptera || The Reaper's Chalice || The Runner's Society || Vigilant Shadows

Characters
Agapito Perlaceo Calogero-Marcello da Lume || Ainsley Muir || Alanna Mercer "The Lioness" || Amleah Dvorak || Ariel "Owlet" Sowa || Artorius Winterbottom || Aurora "Makani'kai" Wiater || Autumn Laurel || The Bad Barkers || Benjamin Hase || Cally Foster || Cornelia Grey || Dagrun Baarda || Derrick Elthif || Donovan Cabello || Eireann Lehr || Elmira Sassafrass || Emma Fiore || Emyr Kasabian || Ferra Bestley || Fintan Kfir || Gilroy Bleddyn || Hanalei Keets || Hilarius Winterbottom || Imogene Khale || Incana Winged Blaze || Inteus Wapapow || Iorwerth/Ylli || Ithel Conlaoch || Justina Allons || Jypsei Danzer || Kailee Glint || Kaliko || Keegan Phillips || Kendall Wendle || Kenneth Kent || Kesrel Torv || Kharn Segal || Kirsikka Solvi || Ladybird "Petal" Hornwort || Lassassasya Ashaugh Seocss || Logan "Kotori" || Lorcan Dempsey || Malakai || Margot Lemaire || Maverick Alinari || Morgan Loone || Naomi Kita || Navarre Esken || Ocarern Farwind || Oddmund Greatdrool || Oliver Cabello || Pannoowau || Peregrine Liebling || Primrose Dragoslav || Pyske Daas || Qaletaqa || Quilla Anobe || Rene Zephra || Riley "Minnow" Bellerose || Ro'or Dvorak || Rosie || Rowan Alvar || Rylan Silvanus || Segari "Errum" Ggorf || Shamira Kashi || Solanacae || Sor Avi || Squeaker || Starbright Skye ||  Tiraris Silverd'art || Tighearnán High Eoforwine || Theodore Archer || Tyler Brice || Una Ornell || Vanora Partholon || Waman Pertinacity Sewati || Weilen Brunbek || Wilbur "Wilby" Smalls || Yalwa al-Kahinah || Yasmine Fairchild || Yura Elek || Zhirai Ver || Zurna Nali
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visualspice

The moment she was before the Grand Duke, the General's hand was up and the drums hollered to for silence. And all eyes were upon her, the weight of the room resting up the landing of stairs to where the throne rose above all and there, she, was knelt in fealty.

And the Grand Duke rose, gesturing to his left, where Sir Zannrick Austengarde waited with a baited breath. He had been holding the very gold gilded sword to be presented to this woman- a woman he knew far more personally than Zannrick would like to admit, and one who now found herself in a position he could have wanted.

But he stayed his place and new his position was set for life. He'd give his life for Calent, as it was promised to him days long before even the war. They were days so long that he had seen Alanna at her worst, just a pesky youth barely shaped well for fighting. But she had learned fast and earned enough respect that he would swallow back the jealous pride swelling beneath his tongue as he was commanded to step forward and on his knees he went before her now, the gilded blade of the Grand Master in his hands.

His eyes never once went to her. She was not his focus here. At least not in the moment. He was meant to be as she saw him- just Calent's shadow, an extension of his hand. Calent now stood over the pair, and if one were to perceive it, it was strange to see two mordecai, a man and woman, on bended knee facing one another- it was almost as if the Grand Duke himself were about to knight a pair of lovers.

Except then Calent reached down for the sheathed sword and held it up and presented it over to Alanna Mercer himself.

"In the name of Allarrick, blood of my family, and with the honor and powerful authority of all of Connlaoth, today, let it be known, that this woman here shall hence forth be known and recieved as the master of all the men beneath the noble banner of the mordecai. She has proved her worth countless times to take this claim and may she reign beneath it's title with honor and dignity, for all of Connlaoth shall rise."

Calent moved now to release the gold blade from it's sheath. Sure, gold was impractical at best, but it was the symbol of what it was worth. He tipped the blade forward, letting it kiss one shoulder, than the next.

"Accept this blade, my lady, and the title I have bestowed upon you. Praise Ansgar you shall keep us all safe, and carry the title true."
He moved a glove hand out for her to take, after she'd take her gifted blade, so as to help her rise beside him so that all could see her now as an equal in power- for on this day wouldbe her's, and it would bring in a new chapter for Connlaoth.
CHECK OUT MY LATEST SITE EVENT!
The Never King- a king erased from history because of his dabblings in dark magic (among other things...) suddenly because a present day problem when an unlikely group of adventurers 'awakens' him from the grave. You can read more about the event on the plotting page here and information page here!

I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

GoblinFae

Had the moment not been so serious, Alanna would have laughed. With Zannrick knelt beside her and Calent presiding over them it felt very much like a wedding ceremony rather than a military promotion. Thoughts of her true wedding and a drunken lapse in judgement flashed behind her eyes nearly causing her to miss the proffered sword.

She accepted it with both hands, raising it above her head before lowering it to her lap and bowing deeply once more. Only then did she accept the Grand Duke's hand and rose to her feet, the gold hilt clasped firmly in her other hand. Only then did she at last look out at the gathered masses and see the range of emotions flitting across all their faces. There was jealousy and disgust coupled with curiosity and excitement. There were those that would have much rather stood in her place and those that were just interested in another of the Grand Duke's exciting balls.

"In Angsar's name may it be so!" Alanna replied loudly causing a ripple of reciprocating murmurs to resound throughout the room. "Thank you for this honor, my Lord," she added more quietly, bowing her head once more to the scarred man who was not much older than herself. "May I bring further honor to this great land and its good people."
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[O.o]
/)__)
-"--"-


"No Pride For Some of Us Without Liberation For All of Us"
~ Micah Bazant ~

Spoiler
Leaderships
Tirial Province (Serendipity)

Talu Territory (Adela)

Ninja Flamingos

Guilds - Under Construction and Revamping
Blood of Ash || Cleara Verdad || The Creoptera || The Reaper's Chalice || The Runner's Society || Vigilant Shadows

Characters
Agapito Perlaceo Calogero-Marcello da Lume || Ainsley Muir || Alanna Mercer "The Lioness" || Amleah Dvorak || Ariel "Owlet" Sowa || Artorius Winterbottom || Aurora "Makani'kai" Wiater || Autumn Laurel || The Bad Barkers || Benjamin Hase || Cally Foster || Cornelia Grey || Dagrun Baarda || Derrick Elthif || Donovan Cabello || Eireann Lehr || Elmira Sassafrass || Emma Fiore || Emyr Kasabian || Ferra Bestley || Fintan Kfir || Gilroy Bleddyn || Hanalei Keets || Hilarius Winterbottom || Imogene Khale || Incana Winged Blaze || Inteus Wapapow || Iorwerth/Ylli || Ithel Conlaoch || Justina Allons || Jypsei Danzer || Kailee Glint || Kaliko || Keegan Phillips || Kendall Wendle || Kenneth Kent || Kesrel Torv || Kharn Segal || Kirsikka Solvi || Ladybird "Petal" Hornwort || Lassassasya Ashaugh Seocss || Logan "Kotori" || Lorcan Dempsey || Malakai || Margot Lemaire || Maverick Alinari || Morgan Loone || Naomi Kita || Navarre Esken || Ocarern Farwind || Oddmund Greatdrool || Oliver Cabello || Pannoowau || Peregrine Liebling || Primrose Dragoslav || Pyske Daas || Qaletaqa || Quilla Anobe || Rene Zephra || Riley "Minnow" Bellerose || Ro'or Dvorak || Rosie || Rowan Alvar || Rylan Silvanus || Segari "Errum" Ggorf || Shamira Kashi || Solanacae || Sor Avi || Squeaker || Starbright Skye ||  Tiraris Silverd'art || Tighearnán High Eoforwine || Theodore Archer || Tyler Brice || Una Ornell || Vanora Partholon || Waman Pertinacity Sewati || Weilen Brunbek || Wilbur "Wilby" Smalls || Yalwa al-Kahinah || Yasmine Fairchild || Yura Elek || Zhirai Ver || Zurna Nali
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AevumEternity

Duke Daemion d'al Astarot stood atop one of the more prestigious verandas of the throne, along with the other Dukes who had bothered to attend this charade. Reaching up, he adjusted the small wire-framed spectacles which threatened to slip off the bridge of his nose. Her adjusted the long coat of fine black material that gave him the appearance of a man that was relatively healthy, pushing back a brown lock that threatened to pop free of the tight ponytail he had been forced to groom.

Daemion was clad in a black trenchcoat of sorts, his figure almost entirely clad in black fine fabric but for the leather of his boots, belt and soft silver of the buttons down his coat and white shirt. All of which had been resisted valiantly but... Elenoir was rather stubborn when she wished to be.

He found this all rather distasteful, he would rather be hunched over his desk, alone in the darkness but for the light of a candle to illuminate his work. It was much calming to work in such a way. Alas, he had to be here- a new Duke was akin to a shiny new toy, something for the Grand Duke to look upon with interest or distaste. Yet Duke d'al Astarot had no intention to be looked upon in such a way, he would greet the duke, exchange pleasantries, see if this man was truly worthy of his deceased parents' hatred or his own manipulation... Then leave. Simple. Back to work. That... Was all he desired. But alas, pomp and circumstance required he observe the new Grand Master, who knew... Perhaps there was scientific value in the Mordecai after all.


General Hakon Kilandre stood off the the side of the Throne, just behind and to the right of the Grand Duke, not far from where his lovely hound waited. She watched General Allaen, suppressing a smile- he looked like he was about to have a panic attack before he headed out, she had observed him in the stables just before this 'play' - offered what words of encouragement she could then headed out to her own place in this beautifully gilded performance. It was ironic when one felt more at ease on the battlefield within Death's reach rather then in a posh event hall... But that was the price of selling one's soul to the state. Her hazel-grey eyes fixed upon the figure that approached, the female Mordecai named Alanna Mercer that had all but taken the position readied for her alone. She tilted her head back, the jewels upon her throat glittering like starlight in an inky sky- or in this case, upon olive and scarred skin. She had never before heard of this woman, never known her achievements - though the inevitable rumors that followed this poor woman was that she was given the position solely out of the fact that her husband was a Duke, now dead. So for political reasons, she had been given one of the most powerful positions in Connlaoth, if not the most powerful other then the Generals in the armed forces. Was that wise? Was that wise? Absolutely not. But as Hakon's hazel-grey gaze flickers to the Grand Duke, she judges him to be sound in his decision. But should this woman slip, she would ensure she, Hakon Kilandre, would catch her. Women in these positions had to look out for one another despite everything. She would not allow another woman to fall just for her own petty jealousy.

Standing at a drawn up parade rest, the General shifts, her black and iridescent blue skirts shifting with her small movement. Admittedly, the gown felt too revealing, but who was she to argue with individuals so rabid about modern fashion that they struck her as more terrifying then even the most powerful of demon lords. Her shoulders and back remained exposed to the cool air while the neckline wrapped about her neck in a mixture of black ribbon and glinting jewels. It all clung to her form rather complimentary but for the skirt which blossomed gently outward beginning half way down her thighs to allow her free movement should the need arise. Despite this pomp, she had refused to relieve her sword from her side, the curved scimitar settled in a deep blue sash and black leather sheathe at her hip. Her hair, alas, had been braided about her cranium and set in place by a multitude of pins and a small silken net that held it all in place with a few more glittering stones. She felt... Beautiful, which was odd, to say the least- she was not even conscious of her scars which sorely stood out against her dark hide. The 'Feral Fashionistas' had even taken it upon themselves to place small jewels upon her skin to make it seem as if the scars were tails of comets streaking across the sky of her skin. Brilliant madmen they were.

Focusing again down the hall, down the great hallway, she observes Alana with great scrutiny. Hoping, she would find something worthy within this woman, this new Grand Master, that could personally give her hope that the Mordecai would be in good hands - and perhaps in the hands of an ally. What she found was... Adequate.

Long live the new Grand Master. May she rise but never fall.
In Ansgar's name may she not fall...

Jounin64

August patiently waited for the ceremony to be over. He sat legs crossed in a chair, of the finest quality of course next to the throne. All the seriousness and military etiquette was so dreadfully boring to him. Albeit, he did find the awkwardness of these military officials quite droll. It was adorable, really, that the general was trying to hide his discomfort.

The regent stifled a laugh, it would be such poor etiquette to disturb this ceremony. As painful it was to watch, there was no denying the importance of this. The people of Connloath need their false sense of security, and honoring the new Mordecai Grand Master secures that. Controlled chaos is how you shepard sheep; leave the mordecai to protect the people, and August will stir the fears up when the time is right.

The regent knew would Zannrick to keep the Grand Duke, so his choice to stay back, was not out of sheer disrespect, but to serve as a set of eyes that covers the throne room as a whole. Beside, behind, as long as he did not step within Calent's spotlight, then he was showing his respect.

As a friend though, August felt like he was miserably failing his job. Letting the Grand Duke host such an important ball without covering those hideous scars? Blasphemous! He had just the right masks for him, laced with the finest gold. August's was laced with silver of course, he is the right hand after all. The sapphire arc on the forehead was just a nice touch to his blue outfit. At least from his point of view, the ceremony was going according to plan, which meant the socializing came soon, and that's something he can look forward to.   

DragonSong

Important enough to warrant an invitation, but never a front row seat. It was something Yvaine was all too used to- though for this particular even she couldn't say she was exactly upset about it.

It was painfully important, the inauguration of a new Grand Master, she knew that. But it was also something she...felt rather conflicted about. Thoughts she had shared with no one, not even her brothers. Not yet.

Yvaine swallowed a sigh and applauded with everyone else when it was appropriate, craning her neck just a bit in an effort to better see the woman of the hour.

A woman. I suppose that's something...




Lily was anxious. She was close enough to hear Alanna Mercer and the Duke clearly, and it was making her...twitchy. Goodness, she'd never before thought she'd be in such a position.

Would she be able to meet her, maybe? The honored Mordecai Grand Master was sure to be busy, but she must mill among the ball's guests at some point, right? Lily bit her lip and resisted the urge to fidget.

How fascinating would it be to talk with her, even for a few moments?

But no. No, she was getting ahead of herself. Smile, Lily, and clap. There, much better. She knew this protocol like the back of her hand, no matter how nerves made her heart and breath flutter unusually.




OOC: The girls continue to the ballroom here

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As the sound of applause filled the room, Ethalind let a sigh escape her lips, her hands betraying the lack of enthusiasm she had for the event. A week before her father had advised her to stay home to help run the estate in Arthur's absence, but of course, her mother had other plans; she'd have to go to big dances to meet a good husband, she said, and of course, she was very good at selling the whole idea to her. She hated her mother for that, for being so manipulative, but mostly she hated herself for being complacent.

She held onto these thoughts with white knuckles, her eyebrows furrowing slightly as she struggled to push them out of her head. But, as the applause died down, it finally occurred to her that maybe her mother was doing this so she could take a break and get away from these thoughts of inadequacy. She might have felt that this could help her cope with Arthur dying...

Maybe she could have fun tonight, but she'd have to meet someone special for that to happen.

[update: Ethalind leaves after the ceremony to go to the ballroom]

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The Grand Duke stood before her, a hand outstretched towards the crowd.
"Please honor and bless our new Grand Master. May she lead the mordecai we praise with the strength of our nation and our God."

Here, General Allaen moved his horse towards the middle, trumpeters raising their instruments, but did not blow. He approached the landing stairs and looked up to where the Grand Duke and Grand Master stood as he smiled.

"Soldiers, salute!" And each one in armor snapped their hands to. "Fist to chest!" And fists went over their hearts. "Rally the men!" And the drums started thumping. "Present the Grand Master the honor of her first walk through the palace! May she guide us all to victory!" And he snapped his horse to the side, moving away from the landings now for the Grand Master to pass, and the second she'd take her first steps down the landing and across the red carpet and back out the doors...
The trumpets would begin to play To the Glory of Ansgar.
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Alanna had to bite her tongue in order to remain focused on the task expected of her. Only a few more moments, a great number of steps back down the stairs and then she could at last be free of the ceremonial obligations expected of her. All of the flashy outfits and superfluous actions only served to irritate her. She had grown up a poor farmer's daughter in one of the poorest regions of Allar. Fancy balls were not meant for people like her.

Despite all of this though, Alanna played her part in this grand charade, making her way down the steps with her head held high and her sword clasped proudly within her hand all the way to the exit. The trumpets rang within her ears, drowning all of her thoughts save one. 'Oh Roland, if only you could see me now. How you would laugh to see your Lioness become the Grand Master.'

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OOC: Alanna Mercer Exits to the Veranda
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The orders were barked, and all of the mordecai in attendance were asked to leave, to follow their Grand Master in her wake. Then once they were all filed out, General Allaen gave the final call and the final trumpet played another song of glory, and it was announced all were to be disbanded.

It was the first time, some might note, that Zannrick Austengarde had left the Grand Duke's side- joining among the ranks of his fellow anti-magic wielding brethren out the door. And if the Grand Duke seemed alarm, he did not show it. But why should he? He had told Sir Austengarde himself to go out and enjoy himself this evening. That he did not need to remain on duty for the remaining duration of the event. There would be plenty of protectors around all over the place- after all, there was nearly an entire army crammed inside his home.

OOC: Zannrick Austengarde has left the ball room to find some free time out in the lawn....
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Daemion d'al Astarot turned slightly away before observing the Grand Mordecai's escape. Hmph- she seemed almost as eager as he to leave this place. Idly, the Duke frowned before moving away, maybe he would find some peace elsewhere... Alas, he had work to do. His eyes focused directly upon the Grand Duke, and slowly, in a fashion befitting a Duke- he began to slowly pick his way over to the ginger maned man.

As a new Duke, he had to assert himself, despite the fact he disliked such situations with all his heart and soul (what little of it there was left to be had), he wished to make an impression.



Meanwhile, the General turns upon her heel, watching the Grand Master make her retreat. A shame, she had hoped to speak with her. Instead, she heads to the lawns in an attempt to keep her mind off of this charade, offering sweet and firm words where needed as she scoops up a chalice of red wine and makes her own retreat.

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August exhaled a sigh a of relief. The tiresome awkward formalities finally came to an end. The regent stood up and stretched. When the Grand Duke's very own morose mordecai was told to go enjoy himself before the ceremony, August honestly didn't believe he'd leave Calent's side. Since becoming regent, August came to the conclusion that all Zannrick enjoyed was following Calent.

With the suprise of the night aside, August was ready to do what he does best; provide verbal strikes to those pesky nobles who don't know their place. One already began to approach the Grand Duke. An eager opportunist, one he didn't recognize, must be a newer duke. Ansgar knows how many changes in nobility there's been during this war, August honestly felt bad for whoever had to keep track, and record all of that.

Before the duke could reach Calent, August had quickly strolled to his old friend's side. He did have to admit, the mood just seemed a little lighter without Zannrick on the other side.   

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As the guests began to disperse, there was no surprise when the Duke, new to the throne of Vythe, was approaching him. The pair hadn't much time to discuss politics or alliances, but it was understood they had an alliance and truce.

Duke d'al Astarot was an interesting fellow, known for his little trinkets he did as a hobby. The man, in some ways, reminded him of the quirky professor who had been called to build the New Church of Ansgar; where the famous child Hope had been born. There had been quite a number of rumors of the child's origin, being born of a mother who's husband had been slain in battle. Clearly it was a sign to be born in such a church-
And Hope, the baby itself, already had a following, and a terrifying bit that sounded much like a cult. Calent had kept himself well aware of what was going on with this supposed cult, and kept the child in his palace for safety purposes- and also as a 'gift; to the widow who bare such a child during such a time of need for it's people.

Though there were rumors about how friendly the Grand Duke was becoming with this widow staying in his palace, they seemed to fizzle out around the depression that set in when the Grand Duchess had died just a few months ago. It was not proper to gossip in that manner about a man mourning his wife. But it wasn't like the rumors had completely vanquished. After all, Hope's mother was still a figure in the palace- though obviously, she and the child had not been invited to such a military and noble elite fair.

Children aside, he had to wonder if this new Duke, d'al Astarot, had any plans of marriage himself. He wasn't married but marriable, much like the other widowed Duke, Leif Arrant of Castavar. But Arrant always kept himself coldly distant, and never paid much attention to any intentions to wed after the death of his late wife, whom had been taken by Ansgar only some two years ago.

Perhaps d'al Astarot had other reasons not to be married. But heirs were of the essence, and even the Grand Duke knew he, with only a daughter, would have limited claims after his death. But even after he died, a Grand Duke's child was never born into such a position. There was always the vote among the dukes to see who'd rule long after he was gone. However, if he were so accepted, a son would keep his claim back to Allar, and even potentially keeping the Grand Duke's position in his name.

For now, thoughts were put aside as Calent nodded towards the approaching man, he himself, already standing beside his throne welcomed his fellow noble.

"I hope you are enjoying the evening so far, Duke d'al Astarot." Calent bowed his head his way. "It is great to see you within my home. Forgive me for not having the time to properly celebrate your rise of power." But everyone knew how busy Calent could be.
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Duke d'al Astarot's eyes locked upon the Grand Duke immediately as he was addressed, as if this man before him now was the only thing of actual value in this charade. Nonetheless, he adjusted his wire spectacles and cleared his throat, offering the smallest, quickest of bows in response," Grand Duke Calent," he greets again, shortly, curtly. This was a man who clearly wished things to be as simple and sweet as could be made possible," There will be no need for a celebration, power cones and goes." He comments idly, his voice monotone and unchanging as his features as he snaps his gaze to the Grand Duke's before shifting away to onserve the dispersing crowds," Alas, it seemed best to approach you upon seeking advice," he turned his gaze slowly back to Calent, the harsh light of the candles and lighting of the hall briefly bathing the lens of his spectacles a harsh white.

" Tell me, Grand Duke, how does one keep power such as this for so long under so much turmoil." He was not one for small talk, there was no need. He may as well learn something from the man at the center of the war himself, alas. Perhaps he should have dragged along Elenoir, not only as a possible... Form of entertainment for the duke but as his guide to such social nonsense, but she was off somewhere- likely dancing and singing her heart away. She was his muse and the subject of two of his most famous workings that resided within the Grand Duke's palace. Perhaps she would be recognized... Hm- how she would love that.

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The Grand Duke's look never changed, even at the posed question.
"You ask a grand question," he replied honestly. But it was also a broad and bold one, to be sure. "But it takes more than just myself to keep this country well lead and safe." Of course it took more than him. The man beside him was an assets, as was his notorious hound, of which he let off his leash for this one night of militaristic entertainment. It was also a night to celebrate the mordecai, and it would be cruel of him to deny Zannrick this chance to intermingle with his kind.

"Are you asking because Vythe is struggling with it's military?" he asked curiously.
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" I see." The Duke allows his gaze to drift again, examining each individual left in the hall idly," No, I have Ansgar's Hand lead by my Cousin to ensure the Duchy does not fall due to violent usurpation." He pauses, idly reaching up to stroke his sparse beard, eyes half-closed as light flashed off the spectacles once more.

" No, Grand Duke, it is the people who are to be concerned about. All that is keeping them content is the creation of a stable economy developing the weapons and armor for the rest of the country." Though stony as his expression was, the Duke's nostril twitched, the most subtle indication of perhaps being disturbed.

" I ask because those sitting atop a pyramid are always in need of a more stable base."


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Calent nodded.
"I see your concern. I too, am still unsettled over Orchy's removal of itself from it's support and that it's chosen to openly support the Duke of Turgall." Blaith Harmon was a killer, little better than the 'war god' Krah Mordeth, a General of the crown now set on a path of redemption- or even perhaps one to sentence him to death.

"It is well known Duke Blaith Harmond of Turgall is... not quite well. Though many pitied him for believing his path to freeing his sister was something righteous. The truth behind it, from what was collected, was his sister had chosen to run away from him and openly embraced the mage camps. Their fall, unfortunately, is as much to blame on his sister as he himself, even if the woman's actions were innocent enough."

And now rumors were circling that the Duke of Folkvar had Blaith's sister under his 'protection'. And part of him had to wonder what political game Folkvar was going to make of Blaith's sister.

"A strong base, such as your continued support, is exactly what a Grand Duke needs. For my seat is useless without the unified support of yours and all the other duchies. It is a pity in these trying times, some of us are not seeing eye to eye. It is like they forget how these new laws have come to be, and how many men are dying to protect the true values of our county, and our God."
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