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Asaaj En Kelsani |

Adelina Draco |

Tolmeh Thorn | Isadora Draco |

Tyonna Amnen |

Romin Renoux

The Justicar knew his answer was not going to be as satisfactory as Roxy had wanted or expected. At least he had not outright rejected her request. The room was filling quickly, and Raze had not missed the fact the Amnen party was larger than the rest. He had heard their Lord was young, but Raze was still surprised with how young he appeared. His behavior did not match his age, however. The young man seemed to have a maturity most his age did not. For that they should all be grateful.

Introductions and condolences were kept short, which was something they could all appreciate. It would mean they would get to business faster. It was then Roxy turned to him.

“Where is the hell Romin?”

The question was quiet, but it appeared Duke Renoux had noticed their exchange. Raze took in a deep breath, slowly, as he fought the urge to allow the news to sour his expression or exasperate him. The young heir knew what time the talks began, as did his Justicar. If the young man was late it meant he had likely slipped his protection. On one hand Raze was proud that his training had progressed enough that he could lose those assigned to him, on the other it made him angry. They could not protect him if he did not allow them to remain, and no Justicar should lose their ward.

“I will find him.”

His eyes locked with the Duke’s momentarily as permission was given for him to leave. As he turned to do so one of Lady Draco’s Justicars moved to intercept him.

“Master Renoux is just outside the building with Miss Draco.”

Raze nodded as the soldier stood aside. Determined steps carried the Justicar down the corridor, and out the main entrance. His blue eyes locked onto the boy as nothing or no one would get in his way.

“You are late,” he said as he approached the young heir, “and your father is keenly aware of it.”

Nothing more would need to be said. Romin knew he was going to be punished in some form, and Raze would be tasked with handling the Justicars who had managed to lose him. Hopefully his master would not demand their lives as payment, but Raze did not think they would be fortunate enough to avoid it. Ulysses would need to be in a benevolent mood, and that would require the peace talks going his way.

Raze turned to the Justicar from House Draco.

“Thank you for the message.”

On any other day they would be trying to kill each other. This was the beginning of something new, and Raze hoped it was something good. He had no choice but to.

Asaaj En Kelsani · Apr 23, 2023

Location: The peace negotiations
Objective: Become an ally
Tags: Roxy Renoux

Deyanira Draco Leon Draco

Ulysses Renoux

Tolmeh Thorn

Darius Amnen

Raze

Loadout - unarmed at the ceremony

@Roxy Renoux turned to Asaaj and spoke to her

Roxy Renoux said:
"We'll both get locked up or worse for saying such things."

"Or worse you say? Well now I'm just curious?" she laughed and extended her hand in return. "Asaaj En Kelsani, the house of my ancestors died a long time ago, so it's just me, for now." it was a shame that she was alone, but it was what it was, she had friends and a family by choice rather than blood which was enough, but as a stickler for tradition, it just felt right to take back her home at some point.

The woman in front of her barked an order to request the presence of someone, Romin, another name. It was a shame the pair wouldn't get more time to make small talk, but the heads of the houses were now beginning their speeches and discussing the covenant they hoped to form. She spoke quietly to Roxy next to her. "This warfare has gone on longer than I can remember, do you think peace can hold? So many people have lost so much." she knew the flame that could burn inside someone who had watched their family lost to war, she had had five hundred years to let hers cool, but some of the relatives of the people here would still be warm in their grave and the passions would be very fresh indeed. But Asaaj had hope, stability here would help her further her own goals, and it would be nice to live in the open for once in half a millenia.

Reggie Rau · Apr 23, 2023

STORM
TAGGING ALONG | GOVERNMENT BUILDING
TAG:

Asaaj En Kelsani | @I am not tagging y'alls alts ffs

PEACE OF MIND

Raze said:
“I will find him.”

"Please do." came from under her breath and then he took off.

Not that it would help much as they were all called to order by Lady Draco announcing the peace talks. Roxy took her place next to her father, doing her best not to frown at his indulgence in stinky food.

Deyanira Draco said:
"House Draco appreciates your support during this difficult time. I believe my husband would support a move towards peace. I hope we can act in his memory."

Rexanne rolled her eyes internally. Really, Madame Scarlet? Just over a fortnight ago we were all still at each other's throats, including your husband. What bull was this? Hopefully, that thought never slips out of her mouth.

But to her surprise, her father latched onto the want for peace with his own proposition. Her face remained a mask, but only just as her heart was beating well up into her throat, making her feel sick. She expected more from her father. His words from before they entered these halls, suddenly forgotten in her shock.

Even Leon Draco's very bluntly put proposition and Lord Amnen's joke could not reach her as it should have..

Then Asaaj's words reached her ears from next to her.

Asaaj En Kelsani said:
"This warfare has gone on longer than I can remember, do you think peace can hold? So many people have lost so much."

Roxy drew a shallow breath to start breathing again before she turned to En Kelsani.
"I don't know. But it seems most of these people want the peace. We'll see for how long it sates them." she answered softly. "They can't abide one another for long." Dis she, herself, want peace? She honestly didn't know. War's been so part of everyone's culture by now, that it was hard imagining everyone without it. She didn't know if will actually be good.

And that is why she proposed or said nothing yet to the room at large.

There was no way the people around this table were just going to placidly get along, despite everyone's sincerest hopes. It has been too long. And who the hell killed Lord Draco? No way that would simply be forgotten. They'll pledge "peace" but it will be on the forefront of everyone's minds or her name wasn't Rexanne. Pretty words and jokes won't take that away. Even her father was a suspect. She made a knot in her head to ask Raze about it later. She had to know.

Speaking of which, he was still missing along with her brother - NOT GOOD.

She suppressed a great sigh.

Tyonna Amnen · Apr 23, 2023

H O U S E • A M N E N

Like her father – and perhaps, others in the room – Tyonna found herself biting her tongue. Though, her father had ended up slipping and referring to Lord Draco's son as 'dwarf.' She kept her expression even and calm, but inside she was cringing.

Soon enough, her father was excused by Darius. Tyonna watched him go and gave a steady nod in response to his stare. It was her duty to protect Ty'darius, after all.

Peace would benefit all three houses; it was well worth a try. However, Tyonna arched a brow at the mention of marriage. Had there only been two houses, yes, that may have been a good way to cement a bond. But three?

Her nephew seemed eager and amiable as he interacted with the other nobles. Tyonna hadn't missed the subtle change in his complexion. And she smiled. Ah, had he given so little thought to his own future when it came to getting married? Tyonna did not expect that his hand would be given away today, but the decision was not hers.

It was his.

She offered Darius a look, as if to say: don't worry.

Deyanira Draco |

Ulysses Renoux | Roxy Renoux |

Raze |

Asaaj En Kelsani | Leon Draco

Adelina Draco · Apr 23, 2023

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Tag:

Romin Renoux |

Tolmeh Thorn | Isadora Draco & co |

Raze

Adelina glanced over her shoulder as a young man approached. She didn't know who he was, but at least he agreed with her. She shot Tolmeh a look, as if to say see?

Then, the newcomer took her hand and offered his condolences. Adelina suppressed urge to roll her eyes and say something like 'save your sympathies for someone else.' Mother had impressed upon her the importance of civility... or she had tried her best to do so. "Thanks," she said.

She let her hand linger in his for a moment as she appraised him.

He looked well-bred, based on his looks and attire. And somewhat familiar, if she had to say. Mother had also told her to study the appearances of other notable figures, that way she'd never be caught off guard. Another lesson ignored.

Then... Tolmeh spoke and hammered their situation home.

Adelina's eyes widened slightly and she looked to Romin Renoux. Ah, yes... she'd heard about his family. Her mother had some rather...choice words about House Renoux. But, instead of letting her mother tell her about the poison that was House Renoux... maybe she wanted to try the poison for herself.

"I don't need an escort," she said, glaring at Tolmeh. "You know what—" Adelina was about to go off, but a placid voice interrupted her. A sharp look found her younger sister, Isadora... and some other girl she didn't know. How was she fairing?

"Never better," Adelina said, sweetly. "...And you?" She'd seen Isadora's tears during the funeral, and she sneered at Isadora standing there with red eyes. But, this was all getting... very boring. "Uggh, let's go get a drink or something. Someone."

But then... a Justicar dressed in crisp white appeared to ruin the fun.

Romin Renoux · Apr 24, 2023

H O U S E • R E N O U X

Wearing: xxx
Tag:

Adelina Draco |

Tolmeh Thorn | Isadora Draco |

Raze

Thanks. It was enough confirmation for Romin to know his assessment had been correct. She was tired of hearing the same platitudes uttered by people who did not know her or the late Lord. All Romin could do was try to imagine what he would feel if his father was suddenly taken from him, but even that fell short to what the young lady was sensing. Perhaps Romin would do better to excuse himself and make his way into the peace talks where he belonged. He would have pulled away, but she held his hand longer, studying him.

Romin returned the action in kind.

Her features were the most similar to those of Lady Draco’s. Romin would surmise that she looked much the same as her mother had at that age. She was beautiful to be certain, likely the prettiest woman Romin had ever laid eyes upon. That was an errant thought he would likely keep to himself. Rumors swirled about House Renoux that Ulysses intended to have Romin marry the Duke’s young ward to keep her rebellious house in line.

It was not something Romin wanted. In his young and foolish mind, the heir apparent, wished to marry for love. It was an idea placed into his head by his mother of course. How could a woman remain so loyal to a man that refused to marry her for the sake of a political alliance. She either had loved him very much, or was simply concerned for the best interests of House Renoux.

There would have been more of an exchange between them had the Justicar not been so quick to answer. Romin tried his best not to roll his eyes. They were all here for peace and the memory of the late Elond Draco. It still did not negate the fact Romin felt scolded by the Justicar, something the young noble would simply not tolerate.

Adelina seemed to beat him to the punch however. Whatever she was about to say had been cut off by the arrival of her younger sister and a friend. Something about the young Isadora Draco looked familiar. They had never met, but something about her features seemed as though Romin knew them from somewhere. She must have favored her father whose portrait had been on display at the funeral.

“A drink sounds excellent,” Romin answered as he turned to address the Justicar. “I do not know what the protocol is for House Draco, so please excuse me, but our Prime has ensured that I am as combat ready as any of our Justicars. I can ensure the young lady’s safety.”

“You’re late and your father is keenly aware of it.”

Romin knew that voice better than almost any. Raze had been sent, as it seemed the Justicar had sent the message he had previously indicated. The young heir shot

Tolmeh Thorn a look of indignation, briefly, before his attention turned to his Justicar.

“Please inform him that I have chosen to take the time to get to know the young Lady Adelina Draco. If our houses are to share peace, then perhaps it is time we take some chances socially, hmm?”

His eyes locked with Raze’s.

“Would please ask him to trust my judgment in this matter, or at least consider it?”

Romulus Vel · Apr 24, 2023

Outfit: x

Jamais vu. The Keep reminds me of something. Something far away, a lifetime removed. Garden sheds, water terrace, scent of flowers which names I never care to know. It barely brisk, almost lethargic, yet I bristled upon slight contact, still feeling the shiver down my spine. The unsettledness is not mine to hold, however. Genuine griefs are few and far between, concealed amidst phony eulogies and scrambling rats evicted from their stations. It's a coronation demolition derby in here. I keep walking aimlessly, desperately searching for any sense of familiarity. Real familiarity, not memories of the olden days. Squealing voices of children fill the rest of the keep, laughs, short-yet-quick steps, everything in-between. At least theirs are honest, innocent. Juvenile jests, playful fights, siblings' rivalries. It all takes me back for a split-second. Kol Demama Daka. It snaps me back in a room full of recognizable faces.

I scanned across the room. A lanky young man, roughly my own age. The heir to the Duke. One of the Draco daughters. Fascinating, the diplomatic arm race that is. Besides them, one large figure, and a smaller yet stern one on the other side. One lackey for each noble. I was once there. I almost want to approach and crack a joke about the man, the wife, and the donkey, but I grasped to the last branch of my self-control and walked the other way around. It would be fun, but my employers wouldn't be amused. Instead, I walked closer to Lady

Tyonna Amnen . If you ask any of my contemporaries, they would say that I'm nuts. A recruit, barely a year of experience, is not supposed to talk so nonchalantly to the family, in prestigious social functions. Yet I can't help myself, I have used my last brain cell to walk-away from the young nobles and no one is going to stop Romulus Vel, not today. I snatched a glass of champagne from the nearest server, glance one more time to the lady, who is discreetly eyeing her nephew, before leaning on a piece of furniture right beside her.

"Uh, oh, look at this, all the big fishes in one pond. Almost makes me want to crawl back begging to my brother. Having a good time my lady?"

As usual, I can't keep my composure. Back then, my father used to slap me whenever my eyes flinched in conversations, yet nothing ever changed. Don't get it wrong, I am terrific in social settings. This is just how my body is wired. My eyes keep switching back and forth from her eyes to my glass, waiting for her response.

Amarantos Draco · Apr 24, 2023

H O U S E • D R A C O

Ulysses Renoux | Roxy Renoux

Tyonna Amnen |

THEN -

Amarantos Draco had remained behind when most of those that had gathered to pay respects to his father had dispersed to the city, and to the peace talks that demanded his presence. His tearless gaze had remained fixed on the casket for the brunt of the ceremony and beyond its end, a maelstrom of thoughts and emotions furling into a knot within him. It hadn’t been his intention to linger, yet he hadn’t been able to foresee that this finality would curl cold fingers around his heart and squeeze, thus rooting him in place.

Upon first seating himself just ahead of the funeral, his hands had remained curled into tight fists atop his thighs, but soon enough, Amarantos had lowered to elbows at his knees, fingers laced together under his chin. A pensive position that he often took to, and one he had been left in, this day… until, eventually, the Justicar that had been left with him gently cleared their throat, rousing Amarantos from his fraught contemplations.

Amar sat up from his hunched-over pose, and twisted around to find Elin: a true shadow amongst House Draco’s Justicars, so silent as to be easily forgotten. “Elin,” he spoke, in a tone that wasn’t inviting a response, so much as noting the shadow’s presence with the mildest surprise; it used to irk him, but the years had made Amarantos appreciative of it. Used to it. Nonetheless, the Justicar responded just as the Draco heir turned away.

“My Lord?”

Amar paused, the thought to rise from his seat interrupted from coalescing into an act, “Thank you,” Amarantos uttered - only then did he rise to his feet, straightening his tunic. With one final glance at the Justicar, he strode out of the courtyard, and made his way to the government building where the talks were being held.

NOW -

He may have been late, but it was hard to fault him for it.

When Amarantos reached the doors, he first heard Leon spouting off, only to swiftly be followed up by a younger voice Amar wasn’t certain he recognised, shooting back at the imp that was the heir’s only brother. A light frown curved his mouth, and the personnel posted at the doors, upon recognition, permitted him to enter, and Deyanira’s eldest son swept into the room.

“Whether my brother gets to legitimately dip his wick in anyone is matter he has no say in,” The words were a mite dismissive, yet Amarantos’ gaze pinned on the cheeky young man, easily a decade his junior, for the scant moment it took to put two and two together as to who this was: “Lord Amnen."

He arrived at the table next to where his mother stood, and tilted his head down toward her to drop quiet words in her ear, “My apologies, mother, for the delay,” then lifted his eyes again to look on the remainder of those present. “Don’t let me interrupt you all, then; please,” he gestured to the gathered, in general, with an open hand, “continue.”

Nor could they fault his mood, this day.

Tolmeh Thorn · Apr 24, 2023

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Tag:

Adelina Draco I

Romin Renoux I Isadora Draco I Iliya Ismaren I

Raze

Lady Adelina was continuing to try and make his life hard, as it would turn out so would Lord Romin. What a pair they apparently made. Given the quiet appraisal of each other it seemed this Lord Romin was more than happy to walk into the honey trap that was Lady Adelina. She was treating her sister sweetly which was also a sign she was trying to play it up for the lord. Just as the Justiciar in white was arriving Tolmeh received a notification from the other House Draco Justiciars that the message had been passed along. Well at least he might gain some assistance in this endeavour then. Perhaps between the two of them they could keep this from happening the way this was going to play out. Especially given Lady Adelina was suggesting drinking and getting protected by literally anyone else.

But then the young heir apparent agreed with Adelina and claimed that their Prime had ensured that he was combat ready as any of their justiciars. Tolmeh paused at that, while he hadn't fought any of Renoux's Justiciar personally his parents had. They had both spoken highly of the Prime of Renoux's Justiciar calling them second only to House Draco's Prime Justiciar. Finally the Renoux justiciar spoke supporting what Tolmeh had thought, the lord was supposed to be apart of the peace negotiations, was late and would cop it later regardless of his next response. But then he shot Tolmeh a look of indignation, almost a note of this not being forgotten. Before then speaking to the Justiciar that he had chosen to get to know Lady Adelina, that if the houses wanted peace, then some chances must be taken socially. Asking the justiciar to pass on the message to his father with the addition of asking him to trust his judgement in this matter.

And in that moment Tolmeh was unsure how to proceed. If he pushed it more then it might break the peace accords because the young man was clearly trying to make it a House matter now by using the peace accords as a cover to spend time with Lady Adelina, and she would also push it this way twisting it on the two justiciars as attempting to break the peace they were making. Maybe however there was a way around it that could still sate his loyalties to the House. As they all talked he sent a message to a family member of his who was a spy for House Draco. They weren't supposed to be in contact but given their similar loyalties to the house on many occasions Tolmeh had bailed them out of a bad situation or used info from them to cover up some of the less than pleasant things House Draco would not want to bubble to the surface. He asked them politely and in the name of the House, that they were both loyal to if they could position themselves to keep an eye on lady Adelina and lord Romin and just pass information along to

Deyanira Draco so that she could make choices on how to react to all of it before

Ulysses Renoux would have a chance to hold it over their heads.

Passing a similar message along to Lady Deyanira of that Lady Adelina and Lord Romin were being forceful in wanting to remain together and were using the peace talks as a shield. As such Tolmeh mentioned he would be unable to do anything but another resource was being moved into position to keep a more subvert eye on the two so that the other Houses would not be able to use anything that occurred against them without them being able to make it favourable towards themselves first. He then spoke "Very well then Lady Adelina, if this is a sue of the peace terms that the houses are coming to I am unable to stand in your way, particularly since the Lord Romin is as skilled as a House Renoux Justiciar. If the House Renoux Justiciar agrees then the two of you may be on your way. Perhaps it would be good for the peace talks if members of the houses were seen talking to each other peacefully. As such Lady Isadora, I seem to be at service should you require extra protection for you and your friend." He still didn't trust or like House Renoux, but given the back fire lady Adeline presented this was perhaps his best way forward.

Deyanira Draco · Apr 24, 2023

H O U S E • D R A C O

Darius Amnen | Leon Draco | Amarantos Draco | Roxy Renoux |

Raze |

Deyanira found herself focusing on the centerpiece that adorned the table, rather than Lord Renoux when he spoke. It might have been perfect to an undiscerning eye, but she found little faults wherever she looked. She drew herself back to the peace talk in time to hear Ulysses suggest a Triumvirate.

Indeed, that seemed the only sensible way – with the three of them unwilling to give up any power.

While Leon had many shortcomings, he did have an easy-going charm. Deyanira would ignore the quips and jests, so long as he didn't cross the line. Her sharp eyes shifted to the Elder Amnen when he insulted her son. However, their young leader was quick to respond. Perhaps she had underestimated him.

Deyanira's gaze returned to Leon when he brought up... marriage. Her gaze narrowed ever slightly, but she kept her expression as calm and even. The only suitable candidate for marriage was Amarantos, of course – who entered the room as if summoned by that very thought. Her perfect son was now here, and she was unable to scold him for his late arrival or crude comment. For a brief moment, she watched him with adoring eyes, warmth that she gave only to her first born.

The chill returned to her gaze when she spoke.

"A marriage would only cement the bonds between two houses," Deyanira said, aiming a glance at Leon. Perhaps he had seen this as a way to get a wife. "We need another option."

Ulysses Renoux · Apr 25, 2023

H O U S E • R E N O U X

Wearing: xxx
Tag: Roxy Renoux |

Ulysses Renoux Roxy Renoux Amarantos Draco

Raze |

Romin Renoux |

Asaaj En Kelsani | Amarantos Draco |

Tyonna Amnen

Ulysses nearly spit out the food which still lingered in his mouth at the suggestion the short Draco had uttered. His previous comment had been rather insightful, even if masked behind the facade of an uncaring drunk. Despite his stature, this one was dangerous because he was deceptive. If there would ever be a Draco that needed to be kept away from the seat of power, he was it.

He smirked when the young Lord Amnen stammered about the idea of marriage. While he seemed to have a command over his grandfather, he did not think of what holding his position at such a young age could possibly mean in this sense. The realization that his future was not his own seemed to settle on him now, and Ulysses would keenly observe what he would do with it. At least he had the sense to dismiss the elder Amnen before he single handedly derailed the peace talks before they could even begin.

Romin was still missing, and Raze had slipped out. At least Rexanne was present even if she struggled with what the Duke was playing at. She was too reactive, and her temper seemed to hold too much sway over her. The young woman needed to learn the game they were playing was a lengthy one. Even if none of them thought the peace would last, they had to fight for the best position their house could garner. An equal share of power was the best way forward, and Ulysses would now be the one history remembered as suggesting it.

The others could reject it, or accept it. History would remember their decision as well.

He finally sat at the table. Everything Ulysses did was a display of leadership where others simply reacted to what was happening around them.

Amarantos Draco arrived late, and with a crude retort toward his brother. While others may not fault him for it in the wake of the day’s events, Ulysses would not be so gracious. He would bite his tongue for the sake of what they were trying to accomplish, but he would fault him greatly. It made Romin’s absence seem less irritating.

An exasperated sigh and a roll of his eyes were all he managed for a response. At least Deyanira spoke sense.

“There are three houses, and a marriage of two would only solidify power for them while the other suffered the wrath of those aligned. If marriage is to be considered your son may wish to remember that I never married, you are recently widowed, and his sister Issadora is of close age to Lord Amnen.”

His eyes looked around the room before he leaned into the back of his chair.

“If we can all agree that marriage is not the appropriate collateral for this agreement then I suggest we affirm the proposal of the triumvirate. If we all agree then we can determine how we will abide by it.”

Leon Draco · Apr 25, 2023

Darius Amnen said:
“Mind your tongue, dwarf.”

Leon just grinned, even as Lord Amnen quickly apologized on the old man's behalf.

Darius Amnen said:
“I am eighteen, my lord, and yourself?”

"I'm not sure. They stopped keeping track when I stopped growing."

His suggestion didn't go over well. Most people, including Lord Amnen and his own big brother Amar (who was late...) seemed to assume he wanted to obtain a wife. "That is the last thing on my mind, thank you very much," he said, firmly and with good humor. "Besides, I have been told that, while I am devilishly handsome, I am not marriage material. My elder brother would be a far more suitable candidate."

Finally, dear old Mama and Lord Renoux shot the idea down entirely. They both had a point, and Leon made no attempt to dispute it - although he did find Ulysses' reaction somewhat amusing. He'd always wondered if the pompous old lord, with all his grandiosity, arrogance, and self-importance, was still butthurt about his broken engagement to Deyanira decades earlier. It was funny to think about. Almost too funny.

The dward sipped his wine, side-eying his mother over the rim of his cup as he drank. Waiting for her to give her support to the Triumvirate. Or not. That would certainly make things interesting.

Deyanira Draco

Darius Amnen

Tyonna Amnen

Deyanira Draco Leon Draco Amarantos Draco Roxy Renoux

Darius Amnen · Apr 26, 2023

H O U S E • A M N E N

"I meant no offense. It was only a joke." Ty'darius said to the table. It was a sensitive time, he must remember that. Tensions were raw enough, with the funeral of Lord Draco considered, perhaps it was not the best time for jokes.

It would seem no serious consideration would be given toward betrothals. Darius inwardly sighed in relief. He would do what duty required of him if necessary and he was not on principle opposed to the idea of joining his house with another but whether that was through his own betrothal or Tymair's or even Tyonna's that would have been the true question.

Darius addressed Lord Renoux "Your proposal is one with merit, my Lord. I'm afraid that Lord Leon has the right of it. If marriage is a step too far, assurances are still required. The long history of our houses prove that it is an easy thing to want peace when we are sat across the table from one another and quite another when we return to our own homes."

Darius let his words sit between them all for a moment allowing anyone to speak if they chose before continuing.

"Munnilinst and House Amnen would gladly accept honored guests from both of your houses and of course be willing to see members of our own foster in your courts."

Darius spared a quick glance at his aunt. They had not discussed this proposal beforehand but Darius felt he could not be the only one who was not active in finding a solution.

Tyonna Amnen

Ulysses Renoux

Asaaj En Kelsani · Apr 26, 2023

Location: The peace negotiations
Objective: Become an ally
Tags: Roxy Renoux

Deyanira Draco Leon Draco

Ulysses Renoux

Tolmeh Thorn

Darius Amnen

Raze

Loadout - unarmed at the ceremony

Asaaj looked thoughtfully at Roxy Renoux as she confirmed what the witch already suspected, it would potentially be a short lasting and tense peace between the families.

"When my family was in its prime we used to have ritual combat between family champions to allow the different factions to vent a little of that rivalry out in a controlled manner, it was fun." she let out a little ironic laugh "But it never stopped the war so maybe its not right for your own families"

It was something she may suggest, the talk of marriage at the moment, a very affective and traditional strategy, but when a family wants blood, nothing could beat those games. She let out a little sigh of her own that mirrored Roxy's only hers was to relax herself and prevent the thought of blood from pushing her elongated incisors out of her gums and into public view.

Asaaj reached out her hand and an apple launched its way from a nearby table and into her grasp. She bit into it with a crunch that soothed her aching gums. "Think you could do it? Marry for your family strength?" she asked with curiosity. She knew she could do it herself, she would struggle if it required monogamy alongside it, but from.her experience, marriages between nobles were very rarely monogamous.

Reggie Rau · Apr 26, 2023

STORM
TAGGING ALONG | GOVERNMENT BUILDING
TAG:

Deyanira Draco | Leon Draco | Amarantos Draco |

Asaaj En Kelsani | @I am not tagging y'alls alts ffs

PEACE OF MIND

Asaaj En Kelsani said:
"When my family was in its prime we used to have ritual combat between family champions to allow the different factions to vent a little of that rivalry out in a controlled manner, it was fun." she let out a little ironic laugh "But it never stopped the war so maybe its not right for your own families"

Roxy cocked her head at the strange woman.
"I'd rather do that than prance around like a showhorse at a peace signing." she said lowly.

There was a great discussion around the table about the marriage issue that was raised. Rexanne's mouth had gone sour and it was hard keeping a straight face.

Then a new face swept into the room, and immediately Roxy wished she had her weapons with her. Amarantos Draco. His arrogance was palpable in his address to the room and Roxy's loathing of him was very real.

Then Asaaj leaned closer again, asking a question past an apple.

Asaaj En Kelsani said:
"Think you could do it? Marry for your family strength?"

That was the final straw.

Stormclouds turned her green-tinged eyes completely grey and dark as she turned to the Dathomiri.
"Not if my entire family depended on it." she said coldly. "I will not be caged." She then turned the thunderclouds toward

Darius Amnen , but her face was marble.
"Are you suggesting exchanging wards throughout the Houses, Lord Amnen?" she asked calmly, her voice heard aloud for the first time. "I find that to be very much akin to prisoners, my lord." Ressa was a very good example of that. It was one too many.

Her father's words from previously slowly started coming back to her. She, particularly, wasn't fond of anyone aside from Cyressa Tiberos and the men she was training alongside of, but others might be interested in peace.

Charm and grace...

She got to her feet. "My lords and ladies, if it is peace we all want, then the acceptance of the Triumvir should be first and foremost. Furthermore, what's the point of forcing us, who are the next generation, to marry someone we don't want to? Or to exchange honoured guests as Lord Amnen put it. That doesn't breed peace, it breeds resentment, which could, in turn, lead to war once more. Establish the Triumvir and deal with the rest in time as it comes. See where peace leads us for a change. Get to know one another better. Learn to trust one another. This war has claimed enough lives for far too long. Right now, I think we are all fed up of one another to think clearly. Let things calm down. It's up to the Heads of Houses to show solidarity. The rest would follow naturally." Keep the mask. If her father so wished, he can yell at her later.

She sat down again, the thunderclouds subsided to an overcast sky.

Isadora Draco · Apr 26, 2023

H O U S E • D R A C O

Isadora's timing could apparently not have been worse. Apparently, the Justicar had upset her sister. From recollection, Isa did not think this to be a difficult thing to accomplish. While the youngest Draco was preparing for Adelina to perhaps to turn her eye towards the unwelcome sister, she felt again a strange disconnect from the Adelina she knew and the way that she was treated in this moment. Kindness? Had Adelina changed?

A cautious smile, joined with a light of optimism in her eyes, crept across Isadora's face. "I have certainly been better...I already miss father terribly..."

She could see out of the corner of her eye an overly optimistic Iliya come into view at the mention of 'drinks'.

"I shall decline at this stage...I have still much to do having only just arrived," she said, hiding the fact that drinking wasn't really something that she did.

Iliya seemed disappointed already and would likely have some complaint to level when she was permitted to speak again. Isadora simply bowed to Adelina and to

Romin Renoux .

"Perhaps we shall grace one another's presence some time later," she said directly to the Renoux heir, "all going well, we should have much more opportunity in the future."

Stepping back with a delicate grace, Isadora allowed the conversation to continue on apace. That was until the Justicar surprised her with his offer of service. Her eyebrows shot up, but quickly settled into a passive state again. Poise. Grace. She found herself prompting internally. Iliya, who had taken her arm again, squeezed Isadora's arm with a fair amount of pressure. Isa winced only slightly. The message had gotten through.

"Your kindness sir is welcomed. I do not believe I am at a disadvantage though as your name is one of which I am unfamiliar," Isadora said with only the slightest tip of her head. Again, the squeeze of the arm came. "Oh...this is my...companion...Iliya Ismaren of Chandrila."

With permission to finally talk again, Isadora was impressed with Iliya's restraint. It was undoubtedly an achievement all its own.

"Forgive me...I do not know your customers and how to address you, but it is a pleasure," Iliya said with a curtsey and bow of the head, though eyes did not relent from his for a moment.

Joint post with Iliya Ismaren
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Romin Renoux |

Adelina Draco |

Tolmeh Thorn |

Tymair Amnen · Apr 26, 2023

H O U S E • A M N E N

The funeral had been a dour affair. Had it been not doubling as a pivotal day of peace talks as well, Tymair may have found his way to the nearest house of pleasure, or perhaps a party with the heirs of other houses. But this was a day to keep one's wits about you. It was a day of gathering intel, making connections and hopefully furthering the ascent of House Amnen. Even if his cousin,

Darius Amnen , was more inclined to a path mutually beneficial to all houses, it only took one misdeed - one insult - and the houses would be at each other's throats again. In Tymair's mind, his only job was to prepare for that day. Thus, weaknesses in each houses armour would need to be found and exploited appropriately.

But surely it could also be enjoyable.

He didn't care much for architecture, but instead had busied himself with people watching. He noted the suspicious looks offered him as he walked the streets. The people were not accustomed to those of other houses walking freely amongst the streets. Well, as freely as two armed guards could truly permit.

His head tilted a little on overhearing a conversation from across the way. A rather serious looking Justicar, and a fair skinned woman of a decently handsome sort. To have a Justicar with her meant that she was certainly of some importance. Tymair was already sauntering over before his brain fully engaged with the process.

"The streets this far out are not safe, m'lady," he said once stopped a couple of steps from the woman. Tymair cast the Justicar a scurrilous glance.

"One never knows who could be lurking about," he said, smile only faint and brow furrowed with concern - whether real or acted.

"Tymair. Of House Amnen," he said with offered hand in greeting, "and what is the name that should accompany so daring a beauty as she who is before me."

| Aito | Cyressa Tiberos | Open |

Tyonna Amnen · Apr 26, 2023

H O U S E • A M N E N

[Directly Interacting w/

Romulus Vel &

Darius Amnen ]
Roxy Renoux | Leon Draco | Amarantos Draco |