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High Pontiff Adeodatus I calmly walks and mingles his way through the hall. He grabs a glass of wine from one of the servants and notices Kais as he walks in. He shrugs slightly and begins walking towards him, his golden staff hitting the ground as he walks. As he gets closer and closer to Kais he smiles warmly and says "Good Eve, Lord High Sheriff Kais, thy suit be most elegant. I do remember when I granted it to you, such a long time ago."

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* Lord High Sheriff Kais Ishikawa looks at Boiendl with a serious look. He grips his gold diamond encrusted cane and it shines around the ballroom. Kais is not enjoying wearing the uniform Boiendl gifted and requested he wear for the Royal Ball

"I look like a bloody fool Your Holiness why do you insist on me wearing such an outfit I look like a fool? Ugh I wish I were in my armour round about now I'm use to wearing that rather than this silky soft uniform."

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Vincent Divine, Steward of Gustavold, walks forward holding in his hand a brass bugle with a small, blue flag hanging off of it. The sigil was a dire wolf's head, black, on a blue scape with a gray sky. He played the bugle out in four ascending notes, calling attention to him.

He stepped aside for Eze'kiel's horse to come by, a brown charger with a black saddle. Hanging on the side of it was a blue and white striped tournament lance, a bag full of traveling rations, and a bow and quiver full of arrows. Eze'kiel rode atop the horse, in his usual black robe with the golden trim, the simple of a circle with the line through the middle on the back. He adjusts his lapels, these are silver, for show. The wolves heads twist as his hand adjusts them, tightening the front of his robe. He scratched his trimmed beard and flicked his hair out of his eyes, long and parted in the front, about as clean as a northerner could possibly get.

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On the back of the horse is Ryder Crownlance, her slender body pressed up to Eze'kiel's back and her hands around his waist for security. She had eyes like emeralds and hair like fire, curled and red, bouncing slightly with the horse. She looked like a proper lady too- something she was firmly against. Her dress was made of fine silks and velvets and was delicate as anything, and somehow, it was clean for the ride. She had a smile on her face, she always did, and it seemed like there was no place she'd rather be, and no place she'd rather be from~ accompanying the man she loved to a royal ball...

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"Introducing the Duke Lord Marshal Eze'kiel Tarus of Eyreside, first Phoenix Emperor, nephew of the Emperor, and Champion Jouster of the Silverblade Tourney and Princess Ryder Crownlance, Grandaughter of Kyral Hightower, Royal of Alras!"

They dismounted the horse with some attending help, and entered only a few moments after Vincent. They waved a bit to those who'd see, and Eze'kiel walked to an empty table to sit. He recieved two glasses of wine later for him and Ryder.

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Adeodatus I chuckles softly, he smiles and takes another sip of wine. "Oh Lord High Sheriff, you look grand, in faith if you came to such an elegant event wearing ones armor, I would suspect that nobles would look poorly upon you. Now, oft have I seen such complaints of not wearing armor. But, perchance you may learn to enjoy it, as you will be wearing it more and more. Consider it a gift bestowed upon you from a friend, who only wishes to see you do well." He shifts his weight on his staff and smiles.

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Archbishop Jedidiah Silverblade is sitting in his room. An altar boy, back from Father's Eisenwald's room, brings him a letter with the imperial seal. He takes out a gilded letter opener and opens the letter.

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He opens the invitation and reads it over, wondering what he will wear.

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He arrives at the ball, wearing his new robes, and the Herald announces his name.

Herald: "Archbishop of Seventis and the Holy Lands, Jedidiah, of the noble house Silverblade!"

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He enters the ball and looks around, peering for a familiar face.

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Tarus eventually stood up and walked over to Kais, he smiled and nodded.

"Good evening to ye' Kais and Boiendl, how do ye' fair this eve n' ball?"

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*Lilibeth walks over to Eze'kiel

She looks up at him and the begins to speak her black, and gorgeously done hair swishing slightly.*

"Good afternoon Uncle Eze'kiel."

*The girls smiles kindly up at the man, her silver eyes giving him her full attention.

She comes closer to him and whispers childishly.*

"Is that your pretty lady?"

*Elizabeth jerks her head towards Ryder and giggles.*

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*Lilibeth walks over to Eze'kiel*

*She looks up at him and the begins to speak her black, and gorgeously done hair swishing slightly.*

"Good afternoon Uncle Eze'kiel."

*The girls smiles kindly up at the man, her silver eyes giving him her full attention.*

*She comes closer to him and whispers childishly.*

"Is that your pretty lady?"

*Elizabeth jerks her head towards Ryder and giggles.*

He turns his full figure towards her, the robe doesn't even seem to ruffle or wrinkle as he contorts his body to face her.

"Glad to see ye' Elizabeth, aye, that's my pretty lady. She's mah' fire."

He smiled brightly, it seemed when he smiled about her, it was the happiest her ever gets.

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Patrick stands, and walks to Kais, looking at the other in their dress robes, thinking them proposterous and forces a smile, he folds his arms across his armoured chest

His armor shines, the Gryphon on the front a menacing figure

"How are all of you then?"

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He turns his full figure towards her, the robe doesn't even seem to ruffle or wrinkle as he contorts his body to face her.

"Glad to see ye' Elizabeth, aye, that's my pretty lady. She's mah' fire."

He smiled brightly, it seemed when he smiled about her, it was the happiest her ever gets.

*Elizabeth giggles some more and then winks at Tarus.*

"Did she comment on your amazing hairstyle, like you wanted someone to? I hope she did."

*She grins at Eze'kiel while she twists her hair in one finger.*

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Tarus eventually stood up and walked over to Kais, he smiled and nodded.

"Good evening to ye' Kais and Boiendl, how do ye' fair this eve n' ball?"

Turns to Eze'kiel who's talking to Elizabeth. "Ah Duke Eze'kiel I be well, I be well, and this is quite the ball, quite lavish and the costumes that the nobles of our great Empire be wearing, quite lovely. How are ye?"

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Chuckles at Elizabeth,

"Aye, she likes mah' 'air."

He turns to Patrick and Boiendl,

"I'd be fine Patrick, Boiendl, its nice te' see ye' both dressed up. Boiendl actually looks presentable fer' now."

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*Lilibeth walks away seeing that the "grown ups" are talking.*

*She makes slight tapping noises as she looks if anybody is dancing.*

*Elizabeth wishes she could dance with somebody, but everybody seemed to tall, or to busy, or just not right.*

*The girl lets out a tiny burst of air going out in little "Puhhffft" sounds.*

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*Uthor and the Young half elf apporach the group. Uthor nods to Tarus as he says*

"Greetin's"

*He looks to the young half elf and nudges his side as the young half elf nods and goes*

"Greetings"

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Patrick grunts

"I don't see how you all wear these rediculous clothes. They are uncomfortable, stupid looking, and frankly, a waste of time to make, and materials."

He rolls his shoulders

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