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Post by V'Neef Kerbim on Oct 13, 2015 4:00:12 GMT
Calibration was a complicated time in Creation - the end of old things, the start of the new. A time where anything was possible, and to assume that meant only good things was a mistake. The Realm lay poised on the precipice of Civil War, thanks to the absence of the Scarlet Empress, and it would take less than a spark to ignite that powder keg. Provided it didn't go off all on it's own.
So it seemed like a perfect excuse for House Cynis to throw a rip-roaring party, not that they really ever needed an excuse. The doors were wide open, where there were doors - in truth, the party sprawled outside of the grand manse hosting it and into the fields and village below. Festival tents selling wares from all over Creation, exotic spices and jewels from parts unknown, food richer than the tastes of some mortals could comprehend. And, of course, drink and drug from all manner of places... along with offerings just as exotic, but more fleshy. Magic and conversation filled the air, excitement nearly palpable.
And V'neef Kerbim was having the time of his life.
He'd arrived with a generous stock of wine, the dragon's share of which had been long since sold off. What remained was his personal stock - those choice bottles selected to be given as gifts, enjoyed with friends, or used as an example when making new business deals. Few of even those remained, even though the mild chill in the air drove most towards the warmer comforts of tea and mulled cider. Worthy drinks, in his own opinion.
Having given most of his staff the remainder of the day to enjoy themselves, Kerbim was unburdened and free to move about the party. It didn't take him long to find friends; young men with similar attitudes tended to gather in packs at all levels of society, and divide time between vexing young women and their own pursuits. Gossip was the order of the hour, though.
"I've heard rumour that Tepet Ejava is coming." One such young man whispered among friends as they wandered the busy, tent-packed grounds of the Cynis estate. "And coming in the dress that was made by Wei Jun Lao - It's said that she only wears that one when she means to take a lover... I mean to ply my charms tonight!"
"Perhaps if you hurry and run a comb through your hair, you'll at least look good when they lower you in the ground!" Another replied smugly.
An eruption of furtive laughter. A nearby woman in armor - one of those who could not leave her work behind - gave the group of men a curious, appraising, and ultimately dismissive look. She had no time for gossip and dillitantes, it seemed.
Kerbim laughed along with the group, hands in his sleeves. It was good to enjoy oneself with friends. If Calibration went so pleasantly all night, it boded well for the future!
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Post by Tepet Nischa on Oct 13, 2015 5:37:05 GMT
Being recalled to the Blessed Isle had been a mixed blessing for Tepet Nischa. On one hand, she greatly enjoyed being close enough to her enemies and rivals to be able to have her highly trained Vermillion soldiers sneering at their troops. On the other, it meant she got called in for things like parties. Nischa had been shown the basics of interacting at a party when she was younger - how not to make a scene, how to dance when asked, the appropriate times to laugh - but she'd spent most of the last decade of her life in armor, on the battlefield. This was not exactly comfortable for her.
Or for Muzao, beside her. The heavily-scarred man who served as Nischa's lieutenant had somehow kept himself from openly sneering at the opulence at the front gate. "I don't see how you're planning on tolerating this nonsense, ma'am." The broad man snorted back some foul material caught in his sinuses, and was only stopped from decorating the expensive lawn of the Cynis party manse by a quick glare from his superior officer.
"Trust me, I don't like it either. Waste of time, if you asked me." The woman sighed and shook her head, straightening out her hair beneath the silly contraption of a headdress she'd been encouraged to wear. "But my aunt was right. We need the influence. Using up all of our connections just to refill our ranks is not helping us in the long run." The stunning Dragon-Blooded woman straightened her dress, cut high up her right thigh to let one muscular leg peek out with every step. Even if she wasn't normally one for fancy parties she was certainly one to impress. "So, I have your orders, should you choose to accept your duty to the Realm."
Beside her and in a simple yet classy suit of silk and embroidery, Muzao struck a salute. "Ma'am." What would it be this time? Fight though the fires of hell? Stare down the dead men of Thorns? Tear out a cannibal's throat and choke his allies to death with it? Whatever it was, he would follow his captain through fire and flames (many of them of her own creation).
Rather unexpectedly, when she turned around, Nischa had a grin on her lips. "Go find something strong to drink and a curvy woman to spend the evening with. This is a party, Lieutenant. I expect you to have fun." Fire did nothing half-assed. In war, in love...consume all that you do as a mighty conflagration. Feel deeply. Act fully. Pour yourself into the moment. Tepet Nischa fully intended to enjoy herself more completely than she ever had before, and she wasn't going to let a silly thing like her paranoid old companion change that.
Turning from Muzao, the redhead flipped her perfect hair over her back and strutted in, heels clicking dramatically on the stone and jade of the walkway. For a woman normally found in boots and plate, she managed to pull off "breathtaking" quite well indeed. Make your entrance, young dragon. Burn brightly.
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Post by Feng Chun'an Soreiba on Oct 13, 2015 6:03:23 GMT
V'Neef KerbimChu'nan smirked as he walked along the streets. If there was anything a merchant loved, it was a drunk audience. He'd been looking for marks all day. Frankly, at this point, he was just enjoying the revelry, as he was handed a meat-bun by some stranger. "Oh, thank you," he said with a smirk as he continued strolling through the crowds and laughing. The crowd was energetic this evening--but who coudl fault them. Whenever Cynis felt like hosting a party, it was a massive affair, and after selling a good deal of lumber today, he was happy to let his mind wander. So many people in this town, and most of them here to simply indulge and celebrate. Nothing wrong with starting off the year with a good sense of fun, after all. But still, a piece of him wondered just how many others were here who might know him, or desire something from him. After all, everyone wanted something. Unfortunately, who knew that some folks, even in his own family, viewed him as an obstacle to what they wanted. How quickly would someone want to end his life? He took a bite out of the meat bun, as good snacks often helped avoid He then watched another happy soul. A young man with hands in sleeves, appearing....eager. Yes, that was it. The young man had a look on his face like he wanted something, but what? Well, there was only one way to find out, and that was by good old fashioned conversation. He smirked as he approached the other fellow, his own purple and black robes flickering slightly. "Hello," he said with a polite bow to the man, obviously a wealthy on based on the outfit. "Quite the evening, isn't it?"
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Post by V'Neef Kerbim on Oct 13, 2015 6:32:58 GMT
It was already a night to remember, in Kerbim's opinion - which doubtlessly meant that most wouldn't remember it. Most of his entourage had peeled away by the allure of sleep or to chase more curvaceous company.That was fine, too! Fun was for the moment, looking back was simply a privilege or happy consequence.
Speaking of happy looking backs, a fiery young woman in a fiery red dress strut by in heels - the very picture of the Scarlet Empress' Realm, a gorgeous woman who was equal part soldier and general, a woman who knew that in battle and at court, you set the tone of the space around you unless you wanted to be subjected to what others wanted. AND she was pretty to look at.
Natural poet, Kerbim thought to himself. Perhaps he'd write this down someday.
His reflection was interrupted by an approach - from the looks of him, a man who was as successful in business as he was unsuccessful at shaving. An air of confidence, and the hint of decent breeding about him... and a boldness besides, to approach a relative stranger - a well-bred Wood child ruminating at a house Cynis party of all places. Kerbim swiftly decided he liked the man.
"Hello! Lovely, lovely party, isn't it?" Kerbim greeted his new friend jovially, as though they'd been acquaintances for years and were at long last able to get to know one another. Affable, friendly, and just so gosh-danged pleased to make your aquaintance! "And quite the evening besides, keen observation!"
"Tell me, my friend - Do you know who that yonder beauty is?" Kerbim asked his new best buddy in a hushed tone, offering a conspirator's playful grin as he motioned to the woman in red lighting up the courtyard. "Tepet Nischa - a comet blazing in from abroad. It's said that she only visits the Blessed Isle once every two years at the most... would you like me to introduce you?" He insinuated.
Why? Why not. Kerbim wasn't sure why, but it never hurt to have people like you, especially when they looked wealthy, and playing wingman was a good way to get liked.
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Post by Feng Chun'an Soreiba on Oct 13, 2015 8:05:32 GMT
V'Neef Kerbim Tepet NischaChu'nan considered the man a bit more closely. Cheerful, wood-aligned, likely an important part of the ceremony. And he knew people on command. The shrewd type, with a cheerful demeanor. He was wearing anything indicative of Cynis' regalia, though. Must've been another visiting noble. He finished his meat bun as the man talked up the young lady. He sounded like a salesman making a pitch. He smirked. Then again, the pitch was basic. This was a favor, the sort of gentle gift given by playing the part. He knew the house name of Tepet, but as a lesser man of Feng, he was about as important as a small eddy in a river right now. Still, this was an opportunity for at least one person in this room. Every meeting was. A noble from a fledgling house, and a noble from a fallen one. Both could matter in time, and it never hurt to meet someone new. He smiled warmly to the man. "I suppose an introduction couldn't hurt," he said coyly. "By the way, my name is Feng Chu'nan. It is a pleasure to meet you," he said, extending another bow, this one a bit more drawn out. "So tell me, do you often attend such festivities? It would be wise to have some knowledge of the man aiding me, after all." He smiled as he threw the question to the man. Everything was an opportunity, and he couldn't help but wonder if it were his, hers, or Chu'nan's own. Maybe, if he were lucky, it would be a combination of the three.
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Post by Tepet Nischa on Oct 13, 2015 8:57:28 GMT
Nischa was either unaware of the conversation happening about her or unperturbed by it. Instead of worrying about what others thought of a woman being all too forward with herself, she found her way to one of what had to be a dozen bars in the Cynis courtyard and manse extremities. It was a manse, so she wasn't at all surprised that even exterior buildings like these were opulent to the point of excess. Hopefully their alcohol was, as well.
The bar in question seemed to have been hewn from some exotic and well-treated form of dark wood, and it still held some of its original smell...no-doubt due to the environment's Wood-Essence atmosphere. Tepet Nischa sat down on one of the stools nearby and dropped a couple of bits on the counter, her subtle glow and radiant beauty being enough to attract the bartender's attention immediately. "The strongest bottle you've got. I don't care what flavor it is."
The man nodded silently and brought out a very pale bottle of liquid that seemed to bubble beneath its own cork, and Nischa took it without a word of thanks and immediately downed a few fingers, straight from the top. Only after she was finished did the mortal behind the bar risk speaking to her. "I've never seen someone look quite so out of place at one of these parties while fitting in perfectly. What's your secret, milady?"
After a few moments of deep breaths while her system absorbed the sharp rice-wine, she looked up and smirked at the bearded, somewhat round man, resting her elbow on the counter and her chin atop one palm. "When you see the legions marching in the streets, or standing guard at a manse, you're seeing what we're trained to do. An implacable wall of steel between danger and innocents. But when we're off-duty?" She held up the bottle and shook it indicatively. "The only change I had to make for this stuck-up mess was putting on something pretty."
The man gave a great-bellied guffaw and wiped the counter beside her. "Well said, milady. Well said."
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Post by V'Neef Kerbim on Oct 13, 2015 9:18:27 GMT
"Oh, I'm here and there." Kerbim replied demurely, chucking under his breath. He dipped low and returned the bow with practiced ease - the motion one he was well acquainted with, thanks to his habit of turning up at events such as these. "My name is V'neef Kerbim, and it is a pleasure to meet you..." Kerbim promised, standing upright once again. He put a chummy hand on Chu'nan's shoulder as though they were quickly becoming the best of friends, grinning brightly. "But if it's wisdom you're looking for, my friend, I'm afraid I've little to offer!" Everyone loved a bit of self-depreciating humour, after all.
"Come. Let's go see if I might help you catch a comet... perchance to light your bed!" Kerbim added quietly, mischievous and just a little cheeky, as he swept over to the bar with his new companion assumed to be in tow or close behind.
Although the Realm - and indeed, most of Creation - was under matriarchy, it wasn't unusual for men to approach women. Especially not for Dragon Blooded. Still, it felt bold and fun to Kerbim, so he decided to continue pretending he had some sort of plan besides 'maybe get these two together so they like me more'. "Tepet Nischa - I'm so happy to see you've returned from your labors in good health." Kerbim greeted politely, sliding up next to the bar with a friendly smile. Why did he know who she was? She was someone important. "The work you've done with the Vermilion is simply inspiring."
Kerbim motioned to his left, flashing his most charming smile. "This is my new friend, Feng Chu'nan - I was hoping we might be able to join you for a drink?" Just a couple of young people, sharing good times and good cheer and alright booze. Perfectly normal social situation.
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Post by Feng Chun'an Soreiba on Oct 14, 2015 11:36:15 GMT
Tepet Nischa V'Neef KerbimChu'nan let his smirk slow down to a medium simmer of snarky cheer. Meeting new people was always fun. He approached with a slightly raised eyebrow. He didn't really confirm or deny the line about bedding her--whether or not that was courtly etiquette or coyness holding him back was hard to determine. He smiled and chuckled. "Don't seel yourself short, there's wisdom to be found even in the most mirthful of tales," he said with a nod. He felt this man was deepr than he looked, but enjoyed the part of the fool. Or, he was just a very gifted fool. Regardless, V'neef was a house of luxury--that could be a grand ally to a merchant looking to make a new currency. Speaking in the sort of mellow, half-swirling tone that was a mix of a drunk sailor and a mildly teasing wastrel. "And this is V'neef Kebrim," he said to red-haired woman, gesturing to the man beside him. "Would you allow me to buy us all a round?" He smirked, adjusted his hat slightly as he gave a slight bow and nodded. For all his finery, his walk and stance were more working class, even if he dressed and talked like a noble scion, part of him was always still a dock-worker and sailor at heart. He smiled as he set a few bits on the counter. "A bottle of something local and spiced," he said with a smirk. "Are there any preferences the two of you might have?"
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Post by Ledaal Arah on Oct 14, 2015 18:03:24 GMT
“They tell me you wish to associate yourself with the Guild more directly.”
“This is true.”
“Your operations are clean, or at least as clean as they can get in your field of work. Your men are disciplined, profits are steady and the people are content. Why risk it with this meeting?”
“Ambition has always plagued me, m’Lord.”
“Clearly. Usually I would show you the door - regardless of the contacts and sponsors you have made, but your face is not that well known yet and we do have a little operation needing completion.”
“Parameters?”
“It will involve visiting the Blessed Isle.”
“...”
“I see. Not a worry, the Guild will eventually find so-”
“You misunderstood my silence. I am merely intrigued.”
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Seven years.
Seven years since she had last set foot on the Blessed Isle and the Realm itself. Seven years since Arah had last seen her friends, family, teachers and anyone else that could have linked her to a life she could barely remember now.
Seven years.
And yet… for some reason as the carriage took her closer and closer to Manse that housed House Cynis’ party, she could not help but feel nothing. There was no nostalgia, no relief at returning home after so many years, no satisfaction at being alive and comparatively well - there was just that numb feeling that settled into her stomach the moment they had crossed the border.
Worry? She didn’t even know what that was.
But she wondered if this was what the Empress had held in mind all those years ago. Seven years of infiltrating the criminal underworld of Nexus, just to be sent back home for a first, introductory mission on the behalf of the Guild.
Who knew?
The carriage suddenly halted in its tracks, before the driver’s muffled voice filtered through the thick material of the cabin.
“We have arrived, m’Lady.” the side door was opened by her escort. A sourly looking fellow with a chest the shape of a barrel, arms as thick as tree trunks and a big claymore sticking to his back as his lover.
“We should move, Lady Eskaro. Being this open makes my neck itch.”
Arah simply nodded. Inwardly she was skeptical of the threat that could be projected towards them, but she wouldn’t criticize a man for being careful.
Better paranoid than dead.
She took his offered hand and stepped out of the carriage, taking a wide look at the Manse. Ah… the allure and sensation of the Realm, so different from the seedy, crowded corners and edges of the Nexus, so… unfamiliar.
Barely being able to suppress a sigh she took the first step, before a second and then a third. It was not long before she was walking towards the entrance with her escort closely behind.
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Post by Tepet Nischa on Oct 15, 2015 5:16:08 GMT
Men. Well, it was really just a matter of time... Closing her eyes in a long sigh, Nischa offered a slightly pained, apprehensive look to the mortal barkeep who had quietly kept her company for the few seconds she'd had to herself, as if mentally issuing a "wish me luck." Then, without thought and almost on reflex, her skin took on the extremely faint red glow that it always did when she was trying to make an appropriate first impression. Her most-used magic, outside of the battlefield. "Master V'neef, it is truly an honor to hear that you've kept abreast of developments from the threshold, no matter how you busy are here in court." Tepet Nischa was neither a negotiator nor a socialite, but no one grew up in a Great House without learning how to be needlessly polite to preserve the tangible unease that was "peace." She took another long draft from her bottle of...rice wine? Probably. "I take it you and the strapping lord Feng have decided to make a conquest out of my attention for the evening? Consider me duly flattered." And not at all surprised. Half the reason she'd picked up a strong-ass sake was to make sure she was properly sloshed when the boors started circling. Speaking of. "No, Master Feng, I believe I've got plenty of company right here," she replied, holding up her two-thirds bottle of remarkably strong fire-water with a weak smirk. "While I'm sure this gentleman would enjoy the extra windfall, pumping me full of even more alcohol would have diminishing returns after I start giving the Slug bedroom eyes." If Sesus Nagezzer wasn't here yet, it wouldn't be long until he was. Feng Chun'an Soreiba V'Neef Kerbim
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