Royal Ball

[Nummy 413]

*Ryder looks around the room, her emerald eyes darting from face to face, trying to take it all in at once. She gazes at the architecture of the room in amazement, her fiery hair hanging loosely on her shoulders. She wears a gown of deep red made of some of the finest silks, along with a crown of flowers in her hair.

She stays close by Eze'kiel, holding his hand gently, terrified to leave his side in the crowd of strangers. She smiles politely at all who come to speak with him,

[Jorgen Reimer 74]

Akimoto Kenji Ishikawa walks the ball room towards his destination. The pompospous man known as Boiendl Silverblade. As a matter of proper etiquete Akimoto resembleces his presence to the man, without interrupting his current conversation. As the old man finnishies his conversation with some of his aquantes he puts his attention to Akimoto. Akimoto makes a small gesture and these words comes form his mouth.

I am greatly satisfied that we meet again, but where are your clothing of shame? You are not one to break your promise, or did your nephew in fact chose a wrong champion to defend himself?

Akimoto smirks a bit, awaiting the response of the old man.

[Snake Plissken 637]

Sitting in Owl manor,Thorenir Halboron Elendil the Second hears a a knock on the door and a voice from outside. He stands from his chair in the dining hall and makes his way down the corridor to the manor's entrance. Upon opening it, he finds a young messenger standing outside.

"My Lor-", begins the courier before Thorenir suddenly raises his hand.

"There'll be no need for titles here, boy. What do you seek me for?". The messenger nods, then continues.

"I have brought a message from the Imperial Government of Oren inviting you to the Royal Ball". Thorenir sighs slightly, then takes the note from the courier and reads over it. He thinks for a few moments, then decides on his reply.

"Tell the 'Imperial Government of Oren' that I shall be attending". The messenger nods and Thorenir closes the door, saying to himself, "A chance to meet up with some old friends..".

The days go on until the date of the ball arrives, on which Thorenir places on his classic attire, and that of his father before him; a vest over a shirt, covered by a large coat, joined by thick pants, fingerless leather gloves, leather boots, and a ranger's cloak. Once dressed, he throws the hood over his head and departs for Arethor, making the short journey from Blackwood to Oren's capital on foot.

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Imperial Princess Anne of House Horen enters the room mid-celebration with a short fanfare. Her dress, made of crimson samite, is similar in appearance to the garb of the flock of attendants who hover about her, doing their best to deflect unworthy suitors. Although the room is far cooler than one would expect at this time of year, she still carries a delicate fan interwoven with floral patterns and the emblem of the imperial family.

She is announced by the Imperial Herald, whose voice carries throughout the hall.

"Presenting Her Imperial Highness the Imperial Princess Anne of House Horen!"

Her attendants, in a flurry of motion accompanied by several high-pitched giggles, whisk her away to the edge of the hall to await an invitation to dance.

Patrick moves over to where she is suddenly, making a rather lazy and zig-zag line to her, walking the last final stretch to her, facing her deadly perfumed horde of attendants, he holds fast

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He smiles "Excuse me ladies, but I do insist you part so I might gaze upon the fair lady you hide so jealously"

He pushes them aside rather rudely and looks at the girl

"So, we have found another Horen of the family then." He smiles warmly and very kindly

"Well then, who was your father and mother? We might share some close blood" he smirks and awaits a response

[Goldd 126]

*Derrek Elendil approaches the hall with the invitation from Elizabeth in his fist. He arrives at the entrance and the Herald asks..*

"What would you like me to announce you by sire?"

*Derrek chuckles and pats him on the back firmly, striding into the hall with his light chain mail clinking and his Northern fur coat robes trailing behind him. As he enters he looks around at the grand architecture and fine robes and smirks, waiting for someone to approach him*

*Lilibeth spots Derrek, and makes a surprised face.

She walks to him and smiles kindly as her silver eyes meet his.*

"I am glad you came, Captain Derrek Elendil."

*She smiles at her friend and does a little bow, while her neatly done hair swishes a bit.*

[Arkelos 1027]

Kyral stands, looking over to Ryder as Kyrals Amber eyes gazes at Ezekiel, smiling. She walks up to Ryder, smiling as the music continues, doing her spin on the middle of the hall as she then continues to walk over to Ryder.

"Hello dear, how are you enjoying all of this?" she smiles, crossing her hands together, holding them tightly as she says. "Has Ezekiel been treating you right?"

[Nummy 413]

Ryder watches her grandmother cross the room, smiling brightly as she does her graceful spin. Ryder follows Kyral's gaze to Eze'kiel, her bright emerald eyes lighting up as she looks upon his face.

"I am enjoying this Grandmother, although I don't really know anyone here.. "

She looks around at all the faces once more, nervousness showing in her eyes as she grips Eze'kiel's hand a little tighter.

"And as for Eze'kiel, there is no one in this world I'd rather be at this ball with"

she smiles and lightly lays her head on his shoulder as she talks to her grandmother.

[Arkelos 1027]

Kyral smiles, looking at Ezekiel as she says

"Take good care of my grandchild, as I know you will."

Kyral giggles, looking at Ryder's dress as she smiles, giving it a close look as she adjusts the dress a bit to help... bring attention to her. Whispering in Ryder's ear

"Lets see how jealous he gets when another guy talks to you. That is how one tests a man."

Kyral grins, turning around as she says loudly, but polietly

"Gentlemen, I present to you, my granddaughter Ryder Crownlance, though she be not of Hightower blood, she is indeed a Crownlance, a Royal of Alras, do all of you see the similarities between me and this lovely lady?"

Kyral stands at about seven feet, an hourglass frame, with amber eyes, long red hair draping over her pale toned shoulders and over her very eccentric elven features, long elven ears twitching. Shes well built and healthy, one would consider her a little more heavy the normal elves, considering her diet is more human then elf, so it's to be expected. Her light eyebrows raising up an falling as she giggle, looking at Ryder to present her.

[Nummy 413]

Ryder's deep emerald eyes go wide in fear, her dark eyelashes fluttering. She parts her full crimson lips in a silent gasp as she looks around the room, trying to gain her confidence. She is short for an elf, standing about six foot. Light freckles are painted over her small delicate nose. Ryder's dress is a deep crimson, cut in a way that brings attention to her curves, the corset tied loose as to not restrict her breathing.Her hair, a mixture of red and orange, lays in delicate ringlets upon her shoulders.

[Dukester 120]

*Derrek grins at Elizabeth's greeting and prepares his own*

"And to ye, Princess Elizabeth Silverblade. A pleasure as always,"

[Goldd 126]

*Derrek grins at Elizabeth's greeting and prepares his own*

"And to ye, Princess Elizabeth Silverblade. A pleasure as always,"

*Elizabeth is always flattered by the Princess titles he gives her.

Her face turns slightly crimson as she looks up at him not knowing what to say next.

Lilibeth's hair wraps and unwraps around her finger continuously, showing that she is nervous.*

*For a moment she turns to see what Kyral is talking about

She then gives Derrek her full attention and whispers to him slightly, gaining courage to begin talking.*

"Any girl in here that you would like a dance with?"

*Lilibeth giggles loving to talk about such things.*

[Scipp3r 451]

Patrick listens to the small playing of music and follows it to the entrance he greets the Lord High Chancellor.

"Greetings Lord Stoileas, your attire is quite exquisite if I must say. You wouldn't happen to say you have seen Lord Therving have you? I must talk politics with him and I don't believe you have arrived."

[Electric Wizard 78]

Alexander approaches the bar and his face lightens up, a large grin on his face at the vast array of bottles and wines and ales. The barkeep takes notice, looking up from her task of polishing the counter to a sparkle. Alexander rests his staff against the bar and sets his fingertips on the bar, and taps them slowly.

"What ever shall it be, my lord?", saith the barkeep to Alexander. She speaks with a common accent, but in proper noble language.

He pulls on his goatee a bit, as he scans over the labels. Over the whiskey labels, and then the ales, and finally the wines.

"Some wine it shall be tonight..", he pauses to read a familiar name "Ildon". Oh good, he thought.

"Some of Ildon's wine if thou would be so kind."

"Yes, my lord."

After a quick nod, she obliges. A chalice of the imperial supply, untarnished silver and gold, quite the display. The wine was sweet, as he had remembered. He takes his staff from the counter and turns around while taking a fair gulp of wine. Much alcohol, no time to try it all, he thinks. He tries to pick out familiar faces from the crowd. It did not take long to find the Sheriff, one of the tallest there. Next to him, someone resembling him, younger, and similar in appearance, at least, as compared to the rest of the nobility.

Out of the crowd, he spots Lord Patrick and lifts his beret to show his head as the usual sign of respect, along with the casual smile.

"Greetings Lord Stoileas, your attire is quite exquisite if I must say. You wouldn't happen to say you have seen Lord Therving have you? I must talk politics with him and I don't believe you have arrived."

"Grammercy to thee, Lord Denims. Quite a sum of my labors for this piece of fabric! I am afraid that I hath naught an inkling of Lord Therving's presence, I hath not seen him here, as of yet."

[Gemmylou 484]

-Isabella Elendil runs past the Herald quickly, trying to keep up with her brother. As she runs, she trips over her long skirts slightly, the dress clearly too long for her. Isabella wears a beautiful navy silk dress, built up with petticoats and adorned in small pearls around the neckline. Her hair in gentle curls framing her cute, blushing, pale face, an ornate silver circlet atop her head, like her Grandfather.

Her big silver/grey eyes scan the room, looking for her brother not able to see with all the people. She stands up on a set of steps and mutters to herself quietly as she spots him. As quick as she can, she dodges through the bodies making her way and pokes him sharply in the arm when she reaches him.

"You weren't supposed to leave me, smelly brother!" she pouts at him.

[Goldd 126]

*Lilibeth pays little attention to Bella, waiting for Derrek's answer.

She giggles a bit more as she glances at her.

Elizabeth's touches her fancy hairstyle to make sure it still looks good.

She twists her finger around a strand of hair still nervous, never having been to a ball.

The girl feels the sleeve of her soft dress with her fingers.*