ACT II: A Protectorate Story

[King Iedolas Solidor]

"Full bellies and dancing bears shall be my policy."


LOCATION: Mensonge, the capital city of the Protectorate, the whole town has been prepared for this event. Parades, street markets and music are being played everywhere in the city. In the center, lies the Royal Palace of Enfer, home to all history of the elzeri and vahla.There lies the Suncryst Throne, seat of power in Kaikielius.
OBJECTIVES: Have fun, make friends or foes and enjoy.
GUESTS:: Members of the IP, allies from the Family, New Republic and party crashers looking for 'work'.

Spoiler

https://youtu.be/F90Cw4l-8NY

The day had arrived. For all Kaikielius had been waiting for this glorious moment, this was the day where the goddess Vahl had conquered Kaikielius in the name of the gods, as it was believed according to the holy scriptures the Vahla had provided for the Church. In aa average day, the occasion would be marked by rituals, music, dancing and a feast, but this was a important occasion for the government. For Iedolas was finally close to fulfill years of planning by announcing his intentions of expansion, to show his resolve with his new allies and to expand his power to unify the Tapani Sector under his rule.

Nobles from all over the system had come for this occasion, the Lords and Ladies from the outlands, the Barons and Baronesses from the Gugugunanga and Kesipli and the Dukes from the ringcities that surrounded the planet. Many more had come, the nobility from far planets, joined by trade, tradition and the desire for more. Gendry and commoners with connections walked marveled by the corridors, florid with light and shining gems, walls at the entrance were adorn with the ‘siguls’, or banners from so many noble families that shared ancestry with the Kings and Queens of old. The golden sun of the faithful kaleesh duchy of House Kummar alongside the sharp spear of the warrior like Sk’arr, the heart made of a single diamond of the Arkanian Offshoot house of the Adasca, next to the fiery burning hand of the Dukes of House Morrigen, powerful allies of the vahla Barons of House Durrandon.

All banners were a sight to see by the guests before reaching the Great Hall. The N’gai house of the Essen, Vaylin and Djannis of the Rattataki, the Marr and Sparr of the Miraluka Barons, the Qorgyle, the Kraljica, the Von Ozrin, the Bar Emmon, the Bauglir, the Lorch and Cleganes and many more. All there for the ball, one that had to hire at least four different bands, one made of Biths with a beautiful nagai woman singing, other made of a family of Ithorians, a group of musician droids and a whole band of togorians. Doors open, a incredibly vast buffet with a almost infinite suply of beverages, Iedolas fitted his clothes while watching himself in the mirror.

Dressed in a decorative, gold armor over a white dress shirt. With a black robe lined with silver buttons and a goldenrod trim at the bottom. Over this he was wearing a white robe that has a large collar and red trim. Wearing black boots, black fingerless gloves and silver forearm armor. He lookled exactly like the symbol over all of the other ones in the Great Hall, the famed snake like sigul of his family, the coat of arms from House Solidor.

“Have they all arrived, Marquis?”, he asked to Halim Ondore, his aide in court and the government and he was answered. Although he was only curious about one of the Nine Houses was in the ball, the Juoni, the most bitter enemies the Solidors had ever since the Reconquista in the history of his planet.

“Yes, Your Majesty, all but the Juoni.”, to that Iedolas made a frown. Turning his back away from the mirror and starting to walk towards the doors from his chamber, he had no need to stay there rustling that in his mind all night, after all, he had a party to attend.

 

[nightimer]

The soft hum of the sublight engines fade to a stop as the old Z-10 Seeker-class Scout Ship rests at it's designated landing pad within the city. The Pyke pilot within quickly runs through his routine post-flight diagnostics at his terminal, meticulously scanning logs to ensure various subsystems had not encountered errors along his journey. "Well Tops, everything checks out," his voice is slightly filtered through his mask as he speaks to the disc-shaped ID10 droid floating at the side of his chair "and it looks like this is the place."

Reaching forward on the dashboard he picks up a small holo-display projecting a grainy blue image of the Royal Palace of Enfer and pulls it up to his face to examine more closely. Days before he had been contacted by an agent of the Protectorate about potential work. It just so happened that the planet was preparing to celebrate a sacred day; a celebration the slicer didn't want to miss. "Sweet void, this place is fancy, huh?" Rooz spins in his seat to show the droid the projection, receiving an anticipated lack of acknowledgement or response. Regardless, he nods as if the unit had agreed with him and flicks the display off as he pulls himself up from the seat. "Right, well," he tosses the device into the air, catching it and slipping it into his pocket in a fluid motion "let's go then."

As he exits the cockpit the droid zips around him and attaches to his armour behind his shoulders, folding itself into little more than a compact saucer-shaped plate. Without acknowledgement, Rooz makes his way through the common area of the ship and across the empty cargo bay, then down the ramp to take his first steps planet-side. Kaikielius was breathtaking -- quite literally for him, given the need for a rebreather -- but truly a sight to behold. It had been years since the outlaw saboteur found a reason to turn ship to the Core Worlds. This certainly fit the bill as a good reason. Behind the green glow and stony demeanor of his mask the slicer's blue eyes shift nervously between the guards as he passes them, distracting him from fully appreciating the lavish decorations and the fact that amidst masses of well-dressed civilians, the fully kitted Pyke stood out like a sore thumb. He truly wasn't used to simply walking through the front door of a place like this.

 

[nightimer]

| [member="Primarch Iedolas"] |​

[SIZE=10pt]“My liege,” a recognizably soft but gruff voice speaks from the entryway to the Primarch’s quarters. The Lord-Commander remains at a knee until Iedolas is aware of him, though doesn’t dare to enter without express permission. “Sentinels are in position throughout the Palace and the city. They report nothing of interest at this time,” he rises back to his feet, fully displaying the eloquently decorated light plating of his armour donned over fitted robes. His domed helmet is tucked under his left arm, revealing his pale, bald head and the golden line tattoos on the right side of his face. His tired amber eyes stare proudly at his ruler as he stands before him.

Jegan had known this day was coming for many months and had thoroughly planned defensive strategies with his Sentinels. Despite the bulk of the security being left to orders lower than his own, he knew that it was his sole responsibility to ensure that the members of House Solidor and their noble guests remained unharmed throughout the entirety of the ceremony. Many had travelled to be here – from system locals to strange outsiders – and the thought of what may lurk in the crowded masses flooding the streets of Mensonge kept him focused.

“Shall I escort you personally?” the Elzeri steps to the side, so as to not block the Primarch’s exit.[/SIZE]

 

[thegraywatcher]

There was nothing more human and noble in nature than gathering together for a dance. There was also nothing more pompous and arrogant than a bunch of nobles and high society individuals than gather together to host a ball. Seemed the sharp ears had learned this as well and with them being so pompous and arrogant themselves had taken to it quickly. So human, elf, near-human, it did not matter what you happened to be. All that you needed worry about was not making a fool of yourself and dirtying up the name of your house or organization.

That was why Auberon was here. Duty to a House.... And food. How much his belly demanded in its grand hunger for sweet treats and delicious morsels. If he didn't know any better he would think he was alive as active as his mid section had become of late. But he knew the truth. One could not be alive and be a part of the greatness that was the Protectorate High Society after all. No, he was no more than a specter haunting some gloriously decorated hall at the cost of blood, sweat, and tears of those born lower into this world. He would no doubt be joined by other kindred spirits in their unified delusion of grandeur. Perhaps if he was lucky then he might even have a more intimate evening. Say with those meat filled mini-quiches....

Auberon meandered over to the food table. His prize of the bite sized egg dish was in his sights. He wore something befitting his station as the son of an ancient noble house, but he did not put too much effort into it. It was passable which was the point. He did not want to be looked down upon by his peers. They had a nasty habit of doing horrible things to those they thought would not be able to defend back. He also did not want them to have expectations though. If they thought him capable of much then there would be no end to the amount of pointless tasks and boring deeds they would ask of him. No, he wanted them to know he was not an easy mark yet also not leave much of a lasting impression. It was best to blend with the shadows of high society if one was not nor had no desire to be at the top of it.

The tip of Auberon's walking cane clicked all the way to the confection station. He gathered himself a plate and filled it full of quiches and some fruits. The servants watched him strip their trays silently. They both knew he technically should be here as the food would be carried around the party, but what could they do to stop him? Certainly nothing that wouldn't end in imprisonment or execution. A victory for Auberon's demanding stomach if a pitiful defeat for his sense of noble morality and common aristocratic sense. With his plate filled he took hold of his cane in the crook of his arm and began to wander around the area feasting on his ill gotten gains.

[member="Jegan Ekall"] [member="Cai Kal Rus"] [member="Primarch Iedolas"]

 

[Tulkas]

Tulkas stood patiently within the ball room dressed in fine white formal pants with black boots covering his feet. The top half covered by white robes running down to his feet just hanging just off the ground, a gold colored rope tied into neat reef knot wrapped around his waist holding his clothing tight to his skinny body.

Looking around the large hall Tulkas stood there silently tapping his foot on the ground as the room slowly but surely started to fill with guests. One guest in particular catching his attention the fully kitted out droid looking person, not that it's any of his business Tulkas raises a brow wondering for a moment whats with all the equipment?

Shaking away the thought he turns his attention to the large amount of food placed out on different tables, viewing the assortment of food he takes some to nibble on. After collecting the food he moves to the wall of the ballroom leaning against the wall avoiding confrontation with others. The food was the best food he had ever tasted almost addictive licking his fingers after finishing, he washes it down with water from a close by waiter before turning back his attention to the rest of the incoming guests.

[member="Auberon Vahali"] [member="Jegan Ekall"] [member="Cai Kal Rus"] [member="Primarch Iedolas"]

 

[Tiali Orazio]

Tiali slides the last button on his jacket through its respected hole, then retreats his hands up to his collar straightening his black tie around his neck. Tiali looks into the mirror observing his reflection, knowing very well this is the best he has ever been dressed. A smirked smile slides onto his face turning to a light laugh realizing how ridiculous he feels in this getup.

Spoiler

Before leaving he grabs a glossed chrome WESTAR-34 blaster pistol resting it into a holster on his thigh, knowing he probably wont use it he felt naked without his weapons so this was going to have to suffice for now. Walking away from the mirror he exits through the balcony doors taking a deep breath filling his lungs with fresh air before getting into an awaiting speeder.

The trip was luckily short with few issues the driver dropped him at the front of the palace, stepping out of the speeder he plants his feet firmly on the ground. Looking up at the palace he takes it in like a tall glass of water, it never gets old seeing such a nice building with a sound architectural design was truly something to admire. Diving his hand into his jacket pocket he pulls free a cigar placing it into his mouth, lifting his lighter he ignites the end of the cigar in a puff of smoke. Walking forward with confident strides he makes his approach on the entrance he nods to the guards on the way through, after entry he takes hold of a glass of champagne that's being handed out in the foyer.

Approaching the side of Cai Kal Rus Tiali looks the pike up and down nudging him lightly with his elbow before taking the Cigar out of his mouth to speak "Dam!!! We can wear that stuff, I was under the Idea we couldn't dress like that. I'm jealous." lifting the glass he takes a mouthful of the wine, scrunching up his nose he looks down at the wine disgusted look over his face. "Where's the bartender when you need them." releasing a sigh he takes a puff from the cigar to change the taste in his mouth.

[member="Tulkas"] [member="Auberon Vahali"] [member="Jegan Ekall"] [member="Cai Kal Rus"] [member="Primarch Iedolas"]

 

[nightimer]

[member="Primarch Iedolas"] | [member="Auberon Vahali"] | [member="Tulkas"] | [member="Tiali Orazio"]​

[SIZE=10pt]The Pyke's comfort had only continued to drop since he had made it inside of the Palace. Because he lacked a proper permit to carry his weapons on more strict and governed planets the guards had temporarily disarmed him, though they had at least overlooked the integrated hold-out blaster in his right forearm and the vibroknife safely stowed in it’s shadowsheath. A small victory, but nothing for the slicer to cheer over. He felt naked without his pistols, yet ironically most of his current discomfort stemmed from the clothing he was wearing. He did not belong.

Now that he was here he had no idea who he was supposed to be meeting with to discuss the job opportunity. Everyone he saw looked like they could be important enough to offer work, but he guessed it wouldn't be that easy. Making his way about the prim and proper crowds Rooz finds himself ogling the food and drinks with lament. His mask would make it difficult to enjoy any of it without discomfort, but he hadn’t even seen food that actually looked appetizing in longer than he could remember. This internal struggle is soon interrupted by an unexpected but deliberate jab, prompting the saboteur to spin himself to square up with the stranger, towering a little over a foot above the finely dressed man. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]He had only barely resisted the reflex to reach for his Glie-44s, not that they were there anyway, but at the patrons’ words his stiffened shoulders visibly relax and he resumes his more natural hunched posture. He was allowing his nerves to get the best of him. “No one told me about the dress code,” his voice has faint modulation from his helmet, but one can still assume from it that the alien inside is quite young. “Don’t be,” he adds dryly, sizing the Corellian up under the cover of his face plate “I have all eyes on me for all the wrong reasons.” [/SIZE]As Tiali pulls out a cigar and begins to sip wine the Pyke’s feelings come around full circle, leaving him stuck watching with a small semblance with jealousy.

 

[Drystan Marakos]

Two great doors, rising toward the ceiling and exquisitely carved with intricate knotwork, began to slowly spread apart. From within the depths of the Palace, a small gathering entered the Ballroom - Elzieri maidens of the most radiant beauty entered, dressed all in white; each of them eternally graceful as they followed their leader; an Elzieri woman dressed in a black gown of the finest quality. The woman's long silver hair had been braided into the most elegant of Elzieri styles, signifying this beautiful Elven woman's station of power.

Her skin appeared as-if it had been carved from the whitest marble; not a single scar or deformity affected her complexion. Emerald eyes, visible even at a distance, shimmered with power... And all who beheld her would be drawn to her.

As her ladies followed her dutifully, Lady Isurius, Archmage of the Magisterium, strode into the ballroom and approached the dais upon-which the Royal & the Powerful would sit - she took her place in a chair, settling in to watch the festivities.

All could see a smile play upon her lips, as her wide eyes took in the sights.

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

She hated events like those damn balls. They were just a cheap excuse for the nobles, bourgeoisie and the rabble to blend in with music, dancing while drinking and eating like there was no tomorrow. For elzeri and vahla loved this kind of stuff more than anything, even if they said those things were offerings for the gods, those balls were nothing more then stupid ways to indulge the sins of the flesh. Her father felt the same way, even if he saw this things as stupid excuses and displays of power, Iedolas hated to blend in with the other Dukes and Barons, what was strange for Lunafreya was the way her father was behaving, like he knew something no one else did. In her heart, the girl knew there was more to it than meets the eye, she was not as shrewd and cunning like her brother and sisters, but she knew that, she could feel it in her heart.

Never would Iedolas tell her about it, for her father kept his secrets well hidden from the world. Those were the rules of the life she had to live, so she would play by it, Lunafreya went as far as to have a new outfit ordered from the best tailor in all the Inner Rim. Made of chiffon and silk, her outfit had white ornaments all over the black fabric and as beautiful as she were with her long, pale, silky hair loose all over her shoulders, Lunafreya still hated to watch herself in the mirror.

“Perfect for those damn fools at the ball, don’t you think?”, she asked in a calm tone of voice without even looking in the direction where [member="Akabane"] sat in the chamber before her bedroom. Walking in his direction, no whips or swords for her in this event, which was quite the pity, for she had a feeling that she would need those to dealings with the damn cream of the Kaikieli society. She only hoped the Duke Andreas Juoni was not there, for she despised how the male drooled all over her with fancy words. "Shall we? Or do you need a minute to powder your nose?", the princess said while walking in the direction for the door, stopping in front of the human for a moment, still looking at him with greedy eyes for his peculiar choice for this social event, but what could a elzeri princess except coming from a human peasant? That stupid and beautiful peasant.

 

[Ty-ohni Heyokas]

It was as if anything not quite something Ty would be known to do but then again after his meeting with the [member="Primarch Iedolas"] as of late. Gaining an audience with him and for what its worth gotten for the most part the initial possibility of gaining a meaningfully decent enough start of a working partnership with him. One which he'd hope would prove to gain some much-needed patronage as much a line some steady work for not only him but the meager crew he'd semblance thus far.

One which from the beginning till sometime ago had been built under the pretense of an anonymous working motto. One which had a decent probability assurance of anonymity if such a case comes to pass. That is a breach or a compromise of their dealing came to pass that the chances of luck out was slim and secured to some extent. That neither he nor most if not for a chosen few knew of him and what his role in all this was. One which at that time he so much interested to keep as pro quo but then again. He fathoms think.... change as much growth waited for no one. And if he ever one dare to move up one must be willing to move out. Mingle at some point with the masses now gather here in order to know ones next move.

 

[Ceres Cluvius]

[member="Primarch Iedolas"]

Ceres made his way into the ball. Amid the many beings here, it wasn't hard for him to make his way. And with the power that House Cluvius had, a simple name drop and winsome smile was more than enough to get him through most doorways. He took a champing glass from a passing waiter, the shimmering light made his blue and gold robes look even more elegant than they already did. The grand, noble figure of the older man was even more striking with the background around him. Everything about Ceres breathed command, power, control. He was, nothing less, than grand.

And this party--well for a man like him, it was decent. He gave a polite smile to a passing well dressed woman before sipping his chalice of the bubbling liquid. It was just ok.

"If your going to make an entrance into the galaxy, you have to do better than this," Ceres murmured to himself. Up and coming despots these days didn't know how to make a rise to power. Ceres had been around long enough to know that this was, well just that. They would die out soon. He was sure of it, and if they didn't--well, he would make sure that would happen.

"Not a bad party," Ceres said as he came towards the host. He offered Iedolas a closed-lip smile, "I appreciate that you didn't go all out," he shrugged at his thinly veiled insult as he laid down a second with a winsome tone, "After all, I am sure you did the best with the budget you had."

 

[Corran Conner]

Vork came as an ally from the family. He was wearing his ghost armour as his other armour was yet to be finished. His lightsabre as well as his sword hung off his belt. He came to see what [member="Ivory Stroud"] had made a pact with for The Family. His own base of operation might be a few galaxies over. The only space that was left neutral between The Mandalorian Empire and The Sliver Jedi it was an interesting spot to be in. As he wandered around almost all of them smelt of the force all similar to Vork himself.

Curious. He waited to see what the head of this party, [member="Primarch Iedolas"] wished for but he himself wouldn't mind testing his mettle against some of these members. He was most likely the only Lizard man here. His own race were not seen much off planet. Even still if he did he would try to kill them on sight for everything they had done.

 

[RC-0883]

Bunker tugged at the blue gray cloak drapped around him, decorated with furs and bearing the sigil of the Iron Wolf on his back. Like himself it was worn and tattered, but it was the nicest item of clothing he owned. Underneath he wore his full Katarn armor, his helmet on his hip, with all of Iron Company behind the Clone Commander he marched to the gates of the Royal Palace.

Normally Bunker wasn't a man for parties or theatrics, but this was an exception. He was in a strange land showing patronage to a King he had never formally met. The old Clone held no lands, no mass of wealth to offer, only 500 fighting men and a burning desire to make a home for them. He had to show his strength right here in front of all High Society. The show of force worked to well, for when Bunker arrived at the gates a squad of Sentinels met him, their weapons raised. Bunker held up his left fist and the uniform sound of marching behind him ended instantly. He continued alone to confront the clearly alarmed Sentinels.

"I am Commander Bunker of the 81st Battalion. Inform Commander [member="Jegan Ekall"] I hold an audience with his King."

 

[nightimer]

Standing at [member="Primarch Iedolas"]' side, the Lord-Commander's jaw tightens at the arrogance of Lord [member="Ceres Cluvius"]. He feels his blood pressure rise, a product of his short temper, but he maintains his composure at the underhanded mockery. He was all too aware of House Cluvius' position in the Sanctum and power within the Protectorate as a whole. "You're welcomed here as an honoured guest, Lord Cluvius. I have great respect to your House and am sworn to protect you by your position within the Sanctum," he straightens his shoulders and fixes his amber eyes sternly on the eloquently dressed man "but let us not forget that you are speaking to your Primarch."

As if on queue to break the tension of the situation the Sentinel's com-link pings him and he raises his right hand to the bead in his ear. "Affirmative," he responds simply to whatever words had been passed on to him "my Liege, the Commander of the 81st Battalion has arrived for his audience with you. Shall I collect him?"

[member="RC-0883"]​

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

I really hate this. There we're two things the man Akabane was thinking of when he said those words to himself. The first thing was waiting on a woman to get ready. It came with the job to remain near the princess at all, if not most times. Meaning he had to wait on her a lot. That was something he could brush off though since the job was rather simple. With that said, he had little to complain about on the subject of his job. Other than her treatment of him, which wasn't as bad as it seemed. That next thing that made him have ill thoughts was the place where they were headed. A party filled with nobles, that is. Akabane didn't have anything against a random noble who he'd never met, but the snobbish kind struck a nerve in him. The princess was like that in a way but at least he received compensation for the trouble. Well, that and the fact that she pleased the eye helped the case. He dreaded entering a room filled with just one of them. The more there were, the less positive he'd be as a result.

The princess appeared to be finishing up with her preparations for the party. As she came his way into the "waiting room", he was asked a question and given a first look at her outfit. It suited her for starters... and he was sure the nobles would enjoy it. He, himself was actually surprised that she could cough up such a look. Not that she didn't look good before, the outfit this time around was just lovely. Akabane stood up from his seat and circled her like a shark a few times, eyeing her up and down. He then stopped and placed one hand on his hip and the other on his chin, as if he was thinking hard. A grin followed. "Magnificent, love. It is indeed perfect." What a lovely choice it was. He appreciated it when she went out of her way to show off her potentially beautiful aesthetic.

Akabane's choice of clothing was less exciting to him personally. However anyone crazy enough to wear a galaxy suit to a very serious ball deserved some credit. It might've even been shameful of him to wear something so strange while at the princess's side. What did he care though... he wasn't coming this event to please anyone. That gave him opportunity to come up with something crazy enough to piss them off as a result. It would probably also anger the princess at some point, if not already have done it. She asked if the young man was ready to go visit hell again, or that's how he took it, asking if he needed time to powder his nose and stuff. Akabane smirked, "No, but a kiss would do the job." He attempted to escape out the door so he wouldn't get whacked.

[member="Princess Lunafreya Solidor"]

 

[Roman Cadriaan]

What the hell was he doing there. This was everything that Roman could think as he walked through the palace halls. It was a sacred day for the people of Kaikielius, not so much for outsiders. Roman was not a outsider, he was once the voice of Vahl on the universe, people know him there.

As he walk past the two great doors that lead to the ballroom, the sound of music and people almost made him sick. Almost. He hated this kind of thing with all his heart, his place was inside a tower with countless books around him, not on a useless ball. One look at the crowd was enough to know that the game had already started strong, and he was now a part of it, like it or not.

The game was a constant struggle for power and prestige played by almost everyone on the planet, from the lowest caste to the [member="Primarch Iedolas"] himself, from the poorest cities to the great palace, even the ones who knew nothing about the game were playing it without knowing. Those were the ones being used like pawns. Roman knew the game too well from his time as Archmage. Right now he knew he was being used by the Primarch, it was a necessary thing if he wanted to use Iedolas to take back his planet.

As he took his place on the table, Roman took a good look on the people that was sitting there. His eyes catched the presence of [member="Archmage Madylina Isurius"], the new Archmage. She was as beautiful as the rumors said, but it doesn't matter to him, he made a mental note to pay respect for her later, and then took his attention to other people, analyzing everyone.

 

[King Iedolas Solidor]

Spoiler

https://youtu.be/SDTZ7iX4vTQ

LOCATION: Mensonge, the capital city of the Protectorate, the whole town has been prepared for this event. Parades, street markets and music are being played everywhere in the city. In the center, lies the Royal Palace of Enfer, home to all history of the elzeri and vahla.There lies the Suncryst Throne, seat of power in Kaikielius.
OBJECTIVES: Have fun, make friends or foes and enjoy.
INTERACTIONS: [member="Jegan Ekall"], [member="Ceres Cluvius"], [member="RC-0883"], [member="Vorkaliin Barass"], [member="Cai Kal Rus"]. [member="Akabane"]

He was worried. There was too much at stake in this day, a marriage, a knighthood, to ensure the trust and faith of the nobles in Kaikielius, there was too much to risk, too much to lose. The marriage proposition with the Vahali did not worked out as he thought it would and now he had to deal with that infernal thing, for none in this galaxy could embarrass a Solidor and get away with that. No one. Retribution had to be given for those that stood in his way and did him harm of any kind and Iedolas was already thinking about it, while smiling and nodding to all in his way, his inner self thought about murder and treacherous ways of achieving his goal, and as he turned around his head to look at the bald figure of Jegan, sturd and proud, with those tokens of devotion all over his upper body, the marks and the jewels, a truly devoted elzeri, most fit to lead the Artirian Legion. Nodding with his head in a slow geisture, Iedolas thought about it for a moment, especially with his report about nothing interesting or different was spotted by them. ‘What about all the outlaws and nobles in the great hall?’, he almost could have asked him but remained silent about it.

“No, dear lord Jegan, there won’t be any necessity of such attention to be given to me today. But I would appreciate if you keep a close eye in the Princess Lunafreya.”, his prized elzeri princess was too involved with her new personal Espada, the sworn sword to her cause and that could prove into a liability if the two got even more involved into whatever strange ‘interracial’ relation those two were trying to hide from him. “Made sure the [member="Archmage Madylina Isurius"] is well received alongside [member="Duke Roman Cadriaan"], try to keep two of your soldiers to follow him if he attempts to leave the palace. Also find Tulkas for me, as well… Make sure he does not wander off too far… And eyes and ears with Prince Vayne when he arrives.”, his son, his greatest pride and his greatest shame, every time he said or talked about him, he would feel his jaws closing in a firm grip inside his mouth, he had no problems telling people about Tulkas, a gesture still being saw for those in the palace that the Primarch had adopted or hired a boy to serve in his household, none had the need to know about his true intention on this matter. For his apprentice would, yet, surpass them all someday, after all, fate was relentless. When he thought his jaws would go on relaxing bit by bit, they only got tighter when he heard the familiar voice of a old acquaintance of his and when Iedolas turned his head to look that man right in his eyes, smiling like a priest dressed in those white holy writs. Slowly raising his hand towards Jegan, gesturing to him that it was not necessary to say such things, “No offense was given, lord Jegan, and no offense was taken.”, still smiling, he almost whispered in elzerish for the commander, “Linne ana tien, Ekall.”, words spoken in the ‘quenya’, the elzerish language, were always a musical sound, like a poet of a distant land exercising his skills with the tongue. His words meant for him to go on to do his tasks, for he had his two personal sentinels following him and keeping him safe, if he needed them, Iedolas turned to his guest with a face taken by his fine education. “My lord, Cluvius, I am rejoiced to see you had time to come for this trifle event. Especially after I heard your House lost the main access to the Koros Line for us.”

The Duke of House Cluvius had proved to be a shrewd and patient in the past like no other humans that Iedolas met in his life. A dangerous human, with many friends and allies around the Tapani Sector and the Inner Rim and probably his greatest competitor for whatever they both were desiring to achieve in this life. For even with all his skills, Iedolas did not had the ability to predict what such humans were driven if not more years to stay alive on this galaxy. “Unfortunately, pressing matters must take me elsewhere… Shall we continue this after supper?” Nodding in his direction and turning himself to go meet with the ones on his schedule, the so called Bunker and a few others like a Pyke, whatever that race was. As he walked, his eyes went through the ballroom, seeing the familiar faces looking at him and bowing before him, respectful actions that he responded by nodding in their directions as he walked to the private chamber beside the great hall, a chamber used long ago by his closest subjects of the king and queen of Kaikielius. Where they stood to spy on the audiences by the monarch’s order or even to protect him, like from assassinations attempts made by using audiences as a excuse for such vile act. Nodding to Marquis Halim Ondore that stood next to the door, Iedolas said to him as he passed by getting inside the chamber. “Escort [member="RC-0883"], also I’m waiting for a Chisori gentlemen called [member="Vorkaliin Barass"] and a Pyke that goes by [member="Cai Kal Rus"] when they both arrive or you find them, bring them in as well.”

 

[Prince Vayne Solidor]

As soon as he arrive at the ball, he could already feel the eyes upon him. It was nothing new to him, expect that this time there was new people playing the game. Some more important than the others. As he walked through the hall, his eyes passed through the people that could be of use to him this time. Not that he needed more prestige and power than he already had, but the simple joy of bet his life in the game and using people without them knowing was enough for him. When he took his seat far away from the main table, a small group of people came to join him, some were his friends, others his pawns or tools, and some were fools who were trying to use him. Those would soon learn that one should not play with a dragon.

“Look, my father already has people breathing on my neck.” He said coldly, looking at the people who were trying to secretly stay close to him.

“Want me to take care of it?” Said one voice, it was the Marquis of Hialen, Yunan Montequier. His family were rose to nobility by employing themselves as assassins in the great game. And then managed to gain the lands of some of the people they assassinated.

“If you would be so kind.”

Yunan was a very astute man. He quickly talked to each one of the people who he think was stalking Prince Vayne, making it clear that the Prince and his associates, wanted to enjoy the night without curious eyes. As Montequier made his way back to the table, Vayne saw her sister with a funny looking man. If she wanted to piss father of, she most certainly got what she wanted.

[member="Akabane"]
[member="Princess Lunafreya Solidor"]
[member="Primarch Iedolas"]

 

[Tiali Orazio]

Tiali listened closely to the pykes words as he raised the wine glass drinking what's left of the liquid contained in the glass, placing the now empty glass on a waiters tray as he passed by. Before the waiter can take his exit Tiali grabs his shoulder pulling him closer "Whiskey or anything else beside that thanks." patting the man on the back as he leaves he turns his attention back to the pyke as he is finishing what he had to say.

"Hey Hey Hey... " His hand out in front of the the pyke as if hand signalling him to stop, "You're thinking about it all so very wrong. You see now when you approach the ladies" His eye brows bounce at the word, his tone set to a joking matter "You can tell them a whole bunch of war stories that you've done in this exact armour Brag about scar and all that stuff." Raising his hand he sucks another puff from his cheep cigar before continuing "Unless you don't have any war stories, then I don't know we make them."

"Either way you could be the talk of the ball!" The waiter finally arrives handing Tiali his ordered beverage, Tiali delivered a light nod in return to the man before the waiter made his leave back to serving others. Taking a sip from his new drink (Some concoction made by the bartender) he notices the closest thing resembling a bar staffed an all, acknowledging how much more he is gonna need to get through this ball Tiali made the quick decision that it's best to make a beeline for the location. "Alright go get em tiger, I'll see you later." finalizing the conversation as it started he throws a light jab with his elbow to [member="Cai Kal Rus"] 's side.

 

[Zair Xanatos]

Zechariah pulled at the color of his tux while grumbling under his breath. He didn't use to wearing something so..formal especially if he strapped on his leg holster and brought his blaster with him. That was the worst part he had to leave his weapon behind he felt like anything could happen and he wouldn't be able to blast someone in between the eye's, though he guessed punching someone would do for now.

He wasn't use to going to these formal parties, in fact, he never went to one mostly because he wasn't invited to them. The only thing that came close to this was a bar and that usually ended with a drinking contest. Probably not the best social activity there is but it sure was fun... well the parts he could remember that is. No Zechariah was here because shockingly he was invited join in on the celebration by his new employer, from what he was told the celebration was about some kind of religion god doing something 'amazing' something like that. He wasn't 100% sure on the actual reason he's not a religious man himself but knew better then to mock anyone faith he seen what would happen in most society if someone did.

Zechariah made his way to the bar he need something to drink and fast if he was going to get through this night "Whiskey..."