A Party

[Urahra 5777]

Lorin looks up at Aureas, her expression changed. A quivering, hesitant smile appears on her face. "Y-yeah...that would be...that would be real nice. I'd really like to dance." She extends her hand and takes Aureas's, her smile strengthening. She manages to grin. "I hope you're a good dancer."

[Warwick 12]

Aureas smiles, the barest red flush rising to his cheeks. He slowly leads her back inside, until they reach the dance floor. He begins leading her in a relatively slow, smooth waltz and smiles more widely.

 

"Enjoying yourself yet, miss Chivay?"

[Cracker 4570]

Dark elf with tray, Dark elf with tray....

 

Siegmund scanned the crowd thoroughly. Dark elves were largely nonexistent  A few pointed, dagger shaped ears but mainly a sea of fresh peach, light tans, and pales filled the crowd. Luckily, he spotted the Dark Elfess handing out appetizers. Attaining his goal helped keep him oriented; the crowd of dancing nobility and blaring music had totally robbed the grim Siegmund of his element. 

 

Approaching the elf with a tendered caution, Siegmund mutters glumly

 

"You are dark e-... You are Tanith!"

 

Siegmund quickly hands the bottle of fine Carrion vodka, thrusting it into her tray in an act of spontaneity.

 

"Gift! For the Chivay family! You are w-welcome!"

 

Fighting drakes and armies of rebellious man-at-arms came nowhere close to dealing with social events.

 

Thoughts raced through the soldier's head to make small talk before he quickly blurts out

 

"Do you know good girl to dance with?"

 

The sentence came out in a gruff monotone. Embarrassed, he felt blessed he was dealing with only a servant over the nobles. Normally he had little qualm with feasts and parties, but his unfamiliarity with the attenders along with his status as a new noble to Oren made him feel uneasy. He sighs as he locks eyes with the servant, awaiting her response.

[Coaster 2086]

A muttered curse and two guards bearing the flayed man accompanied Lord Augustus Blackmont, formally August Flay through the doors to the gathering. For months he had been confined to a bed - wroth with a great sickness that almost saw him to his death. But Augustus Blackmont was no man to be taken by a mere illness - no - he had survived; and at the entrance he stood.

 

He was shaking from gout, wrinkles on his face, silver and grey hair atop his head. His knuckles were bare white and bony as they clutched desperately to his sword hilt. Despite his great renown and fame, few knew that the Lord Blackmont had been married three times. Three times married and three times widowed. Some whisper of poison, others of a curse for the mans evil ways - but none know for certain. A hex it might well have been, for all the women he had known, Augustus could never bring about children. He was well aware of his infirmity, of his coming death, and he cursed the Gods - old, new, dead, living - that he had not been born an elf. Soon he would die, and all he would leave behind was history books and ashes. He needed a son, a legacy; but for this he needed a new wife. For months he had spread the word, visited various famlies, but to no avail, by now most would know that he was at least looking.

 

Though he was not as powerful as he once was, nor wealthy, nor feared, he still commanded some semblance his former holdings. Only a foolish Lord could ignore the soldiers, resources, and influence that Lord Blackmont offered in return for daughters and sisters. He eyed the various gathered nobility, grumbling. His new vassal Lord Carrion, the upstart Stafyrs, the proud but defunct Silverblades - and of course, the new shining stars of Oren - the Chivays. Nevertheless, he was willing to go to great lengths, bow and stoop, to obtain what he wanted - what he needed.

 

The old man blinked, and looking to his guards, stepped into the cesspit that was Oren society and politics. 

 

Meow

[Scipp3r 451]

The party goes quiet as Lord Blackmont enters. Only the eldest of the nobility exchange glances. One of the servants mutters "Ugh, it's /him/ again.. Shall I escort him out?"

 

Patrick rises from his seat at the dining table and pushes the cowardly servant out of his way. He meets eyes with Lord Blackmont and nods. After everyone begins to ignore him, Patrick approaches August and extends his hand. In a hushed whisper he says "Justice Flay Augustus Divi Filius Prince, you look more aged then I last saw you." He glances around seeing Lord Carrion but moves his eyes back to Augustus furrowing his eyebrows.

[Lynesse {Celia/Jazzy} 398]

At first, Lynesse danced stiffly, trying her hardest to not make a mistake but making herself look worse in the process. It took her a moment to realize how silly she looked. Thomas had wrapped his arms by Lynesse's waist. It allowed her to have a sense of security and warmth. She enjoyed her time with Thomas, when she could find some.

 

You could still clearly see that Lynesse was trying to not make a single mistake. She wanted to be perfect. It was more then just simple dancing steps. From a young age, Lynesse had clearly known her purpose. She was to marry someone for the further development of the Horen-Hightower house. Then, she would love and serve faithfully. Being around Thomas had given her a greater sense of her purpose. She wanted to be a good wife, a caring wife, and most importantly, a perfect wife.

 

Lynesse perked up, standing a bit taller. She had a new aura of confidence in herself, allowing Thomas' to lead her on the dance floor slowly and gracefully.

[Coaster 2086]

The guards bristled at Patrick's approach, but stayed put. A cold, emotionless stare was what the Duke Patrick received upon greeting Lord Blackmont. Two dark pits of emptiness. Augustus bowed his head slightly, as was befit a man of lower rank, but did not take the hand. "A pleasure, your grace. And aye, I am older, but wiser I should hope. I haven't attended one of these in...decades...I think, much too loud, much too...ignorant". Augustus eyed the Duke carefully, observing his monocle. He'd been told that House Denims has recently combined with Thervings, and with men already high up in the government, this was no alliance to be dismissed so quickly. The Lord Blackmont opened his mouth for a moment, covered by his bandanna, but closed it again - deciding against whatever he was about to say. 

 

He was still displeased that House Denims-Therving had had the gall to try and offer vassalage to a noble House started by one of his own bannermen. With the slightest of nods and a whisper quiet word, Augustus detached himself from the Duke, studying the crowd of nobles intently. 

[firespirit44 1323]

A simple man with a simple vest of blue and white enters the keep, extending the letter of invitation towards Temp Thersist, as he is allowed admittance to the grand ball. A pleasant smile, a twinkle in his eye, and bole brown hair that extends all the way to a full beard to the neck. The only thing odd about the man seemed to be the methodical cuts etched upon his face, almost as if it was hanging together, barely fitted like a jigsaw puzzle. 

 

Noticing his nephew conversing animatedly in the corner with a sly fox, he grins to himself, turning away from the scene. Walking further into the keep, he notices the people dancing in splendid gowns, suits, and bright uniforms. With a hand on a small brown parcel tied with string, cotton cloth faded with time, one might as well mistake the man to be nothing but a bannermen from one of the nobles.

 

He settled himself by the luncheon table, helping himself to some lovely chocolate coated profiteroles, marveling at the luxury spent to acquire such a rare  product; chocolate. Whoever the head cook was, he was certainly doing a fine job.....

 

Siegfried Varodir certainly hated making a appearance.

[lev 627]

((Snip- >.>))

 

[Stevie 1598]

[[sorry, Levirad, you weren't invited, lol.

[Urahra 5777]

Lorin hadn’t expected Aureas to dance as well as he did. She quickly discovered that she didn’t remember how to dance half as well as she thought she did. Her father, like most fathers in Lyrian high society, had sent her to a finishing school where they taught young girls how to make proper ladies – which included dancing and playing music and singing, all accomplishments gentleman looked for when trying to find a young lady to court. Though Lorin tried to remember her manners (although she usually just ignored them unless she was trying to impress someone), she was the kind of girl who typically forgot about things unless they interested her. The waltz, which was significantly less romantic than the tango, had been unfortunately relegated to the “not interesting” file in Lorin’s mind. Still, she did her best to follow along with Aureas.

 

Suddenly, the music stopped. Lorin frowned, pausing mid step, and turned toward the door. A new guest had arrived, an old man with whom Lorin was unfamiliar. She squinted across the crowd, trying to discern what about this new arrival had suddenly cut the music short. She turns toward Aureas, tilting her head toward the new arrival. “Who’s that?” she whispers. He had to be important or else he couldn’t have brought the whole party to a screeching halt just by showing his face at the door.

 

Meanwhile, Tanith flitted through the crowd along the edges of the dance floor, handing out hors d’oeuvres to anyone who so much as gestured in her direction. Working the floor of the party was surprisingly difficult, even for an experienced servant such as herself. The crowded room and the constant hails of the people calling for hors d’oeuvres was rather overwhelming. The noise and heat of the room made Tanith dizzy from overstimulation and she had to catch herself in case her tray started to slip from her hands. Though she’d clipped the tips of her pointed ears, her hearing was still just as sharp and the overabundance of noise made her eardrums ring painfully.

 

As such, she almost didn’t notice Carrion until he’d dropped the heavy crystal bottle of vodka onto her tray. The heavy bottle knocked her off balance and sent her tray tumbling to the ground. Tanith quickly twisted and seized both the tray and the bottle before they clattered to the floor. Unfortunately, the hors d’oeuvres scattered. “Oh, no!” Tanith gasped, kneeling down to pick up the crushed remains of hors d’oeuvres.  She drops the pieces onto her tray and lets out a long sigh. She knew she would have to mop up after the party (probably by herself once the temporary help left), but she hated making extra mess for herself. “Pardon me, my lord. I am a bit clumsy sometimes. Thank you for the vodka. I will make sure it is delivered to the Chivay’s table.”

 

Listening to his other question, Tanith glanced around and smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry, sir. I’m just a servant. I’m unfamiliar with the nobility aside from the Chivays. Though this party is for Lady Lorin. It would be rude not to offer her a dance, I think.” Tanith turned, gesturing to the black and gold clad young woman on the dance floor. “It seems she’s with Mr. Aureas at the moment, but I’m sure she’ll be free after this song.”

[Knightei 318]

Borric looks to the door as the music stops, glaring at the Blackmonts. He gets up from where he is and starts to walk towards the direction of the door, walking in between the couples who have stopped their waltzes, the mud-splattered and leather vest wearing Knight contrasting harshly to the well-dressed higher born.

He then stops and checks himself. 'Why bother with these scum? And why the hell was they invited?' He shakes his head and once again walks through the crowd, making his way to Seigmund Carrion, his cousin.
 

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2466]

The Invitation to "The Party" arrives to the Lord High Sheriff Shas'O Kais Ishikawa he receives it during a rainy day with his close friends and personal retinue, the messenger interrupts a sparing session between Kais and his men and the four of them look at the messenger in utter disgust

 

 

 

However Kais tips the messenger and allows him to leave without been torn apart by his Tiger Spirited men, he opens it to read the invitation from Thomas himself, he had not spoken to Thomas much but respected him as a strategist and a soldier and would arrive to his party but would do so after his days work is done

 

(Kais hard at work)

 

After his long day of work Kais eventually decides its time to go to the party having realized it would be extremely rude if he was no to go so he saddled up his horse and rode off with a small retinue, his daughter, his wife, his brother and his last remaining son Kais Ishikawa II

 

 

Arriving at the party the guards let Kais and his family in as Kais knows to tell his guards to wait outside as the Chivays are honourable and trustworthy enough he doesn't even bring a bodyguard, he enters the venue and with his brother at his side still teaching him the ways of Oren

 

(Kais to the right his brother to the left)

 

Kais awaits people to come to him and talk as he knows it is extremely rude to walk up to people mid conversation and interrupt them, he see's many of his friends at the party such as Uthor, Patrick and others he hopes he can have many good conversations with them during the party

[Braxis 813]

Uthor smiles brightly down at Elene, the stress of doing his duties and others duties leaving his mind. The thoughts of the assaults of his family members and personal self from several elfs from another nation. One he wishes he could crush and burn but Elene keeping him from doing so with her "Hopes" of it being saved at the end, but that hope seemed to fade every day. He steps side to side moving as one With Elene his arms around he side holding her fairly close to him. The pains of the past that drove him into a brief, yet changing dark rage induced insanity spree, of the innocents he killed only him knowing of it, due to no survivors, his code he broke, and the pain he had caused. These thoughts usual gave him headaches and made him easily mad. But while he was with Elene, and having her in his arms, nothing seemed to bother him. Not even as he sees the old, worn out August Blackmont previously flay come into the Manor eyeing people down. He just continues to smile and chuckle as he takes a step back attempting to twirl Elene around a bit not a care in the world for the utter bullshit that continuously comes to his doorstep. As he does so he speaks to Elene as they dance."Surpised one with yer past knows how to dance, who knew an ol' work-o'-Holic Elven Princess, who was the sole reason her nation had any good thin's with oren could dance so well?" He Chuckles as he either waits for her reply or simply continue to dance

[Agnub 605]

Prince Garth Horen-Hightower was mingling with the various nobility when he looked over and say August Flay arrive at the party. Garth frowned slightly and made his excuses to the Count he was conversing with and made his way across the room to stand near his sisters in case any violence broke out. He stood in front of them and watched Lord Flay enter into the party.

 

Content he was not at least directly making his way towards them, Garth left his sisters and leaned back against a wall with a glass of wine taken from a servant serving such drinks. He relaxed and watch the party unfold and the various interactions between the gathered nobility.