Stars fell from the sky that night. These burning meteors impacted the endless black sands of the crescent-shaped atoll and set the forests alight! In the caldera of a collapsed volcano called Upo. Here elves, humans, and genasi lived in constant conflict but came together to survive the fire from the sky. They ran together to the remaining mountain range and sheltered there for the worse of the impacts. Not all however were so lucky to survive this unprecedented astronomical event! After the meteor storm, the inhabitants of the atoll rebuild their damaged or destroyed villages coming together as a leader rose amongst them. She united the formerly hostile factions. This leader was of half-drow and half-human heritage. A mage named Azogie Jaezred. Azogie was able to wield magic unlike anyone else amongst her people or within the inhabitants and with her leadership the people built the kingdom of Anambra.
7 years ago…
Against early morning as the meteor shower faded in the dawn-lit sky of oranges and purples. The rising suns, two in total one small and one large, hung in the sky amongst the natural phenomenon that Anambran now knew happened every seven years. As the suns peek over the horizon it's as if the heavens cannot seem to agree, in the face of endless possibilities, what the future of the kingdom of Anambra will become. Most Anambrans know centuries ago the same meteor showers once frighten their ancestors. However, the new generations have come to understand it. House Jaezred realized how to harness its lingering power to remain on top! At that particular end of the star fall something new happened! The lagoon was hit as before but this time a meteor illuminated with a bright flash as it struck the waters and then sank quickly beneath the waves. The people of Anambra came from their homes, spires, and the rulers from their palace to see the shoreline as a bioluminescent glow lingered on the waves. It wasn't long after these events however did the old ones start dying. The elder mages amongst the Anambra families from the time of the first star fall. Each House was affected but some more than others.
Present day…
We open our story with two very different scenes. Within the spires of the palace Crown Prince Zuri stands in his chambers staring into the flawless glass of a mirror. The mirror reflects back to him a man struggling to understand his new fate. In the last few years, his life had been upended! His responsibilities dramatically changed as did his plans for his life. Now he is to run a kingdom once ruled by magic now trying to build another form of governance. Many of the houses within the city of Ka-Duna look to House Jaezred for guidance. That Zuri’s name holds the weight of a sovereign of the common people as much as the families that have never had access to magic. Their trust comes naturally to a man who wields noi arcane gift for himself! Atop all that stress and responsibilities Zuri is to marry a stranger in Princess Akordia. The woman was to arrive within hours or so the arcane missive to him had been heard. Although the two had never met in person they had been friendly through letters and gifts. Zuri was conflicted. He wanted to do his duty but had hoped to find a love match. It seemed however that was out of the question since the 'spare' had become the heir after his twin sister's abdication as the mages of Anambra had become restless in House Jazread’s lack of an arcanely gifted leader. A year ago there had been no pressure to marry even after the sickness had taken down some of his extended family spread out over the ruling houses that made up Anambra's Council of Nine. He would be a good king Zuri told himself in the mirror but it took every day telling himself that to convince him.
Meanwhile, in the lagoon outside the palace walls, a House T'Sarran ship awaits its occupants to rouse and approach the obligations of the day. We find the foreign Princess Akordia Relenor of House T'Sarran and her retinue coming with her to live within the walls of House Jaezred. Akordia has come after many months of overtures to her family, an old drow house sympathetic to the houses that left the Underdark and settled in Anambra over the centuries, to ally herself with House Jaezred. They need 'fresh blood' her mother hadexplained frankly but Akordia knew little more of the sickness. Vague descriptions were whispered about in her own court passing to extended family that had remained in Faerun. The sickness had ended the lives of most of the ruling elite. Akordia knew too that these rumors weren’t widely shared. The princess had been advised not to discuss it or press others for information. That if word got out it would bring all manner of evils there to fill the power vacuum. The remaining Council of Nine and ailing Queen Masaliah were working together to strengthen Anambra with this alliance with Akordia’s family. This royal marriage was not the only endeavor, however, it was currently the most important.
A tall half-elf emerges from the stern of the ship. He has a medium build and light, tan skin. His dark brown hair blows in the breeze. He runs his hand around the back of his head noting the usually closely cropped sides were growing long. He thinks to himself, Hmm… We’ll have to do something about that.
Rosen inhales deeply through his nose and looks up to the castle, allowing himself just a moment to enjoy returning to his home. He heads up to the helm of the ship and approaches the helmsman. “I’m a man of my word.” He hands over five gold to the helmsman. “I’d have thought you would capsize us twice before we even left port.” He lets out a laugh before patting the helmsman on the back. Stepping back down he awaits at the door for the princess to emerge.
The day was going to be a busy one. It was the day Zuri's bride to be was going to arrive. Drey woke up early in the morning with this being the prevalent thought. He knew his friend was getting overwhelmed with how much their life has been changing. For Drey, it was choice. He was choosing to become someone that Zuri can count on. Not just someone to go drinking, swordfight or get into trouble in some form. For Zuri, it is thrust upon him. A choice made due to his birthright. Whatever the case, Dreccen knew that Zuri was a good man. He wouldn't just abandon the people. That doesn't man he wants to abandon his way of life. The dragonborn looks around his room and gets up to get ready for the day.
It was a day of meetings and as such he dressed appropriately for the occasion donning more formal wear to stand by the prince's side. An outfit to match his brass scales as they check the outfit in the mirror. he long ago gave up not sticking out. Well over six feet tall and covered in shining scales he embraced being someone that draws attention. He fixes the collar on his shirt in the mirror and then nods to himself as he says out loud to no one at all "It will go well."
The words spoken to assure himself it'll be okay. Why was he the nervous one? Isn't it Zuri's big important meeting? He smiles at the mirror knowing he cares deeply for his friend's happiness. The last thing he does is grab his sword. As much a ceremonial item as it is a representation of his faith, responsibility and strength. A reminder he has a lot more to accomplish too. Fit at last they exit their room.
They will greet the guards as he passes them and checking in with them to make sure everything is okay. The last few days Drey has been busy making sure to minimize the prince's worries. Let him focus on this meeting and make sure little things wont bother him. He asked Hawk to help as well. They both had their own duties though so he wasn't sure what Hawk has done on his end yet. He is probably worrying over nothing. Hawk was a lot more responsible then he was... not that that's been a high bar.
Today was about changes though. He's set aside most of his other duties for the day assigning them to various people he trusts. Unless there is some emergency he shouldn't be bothered. Drey has been making his own steps to step into a role as a leader militarily and now Zuri will be taking some of the first steps as a leader politically. He is planning to tell Zuri as much. As such he makes his way towards the Prince's cambers. There was still a few hours before princess Akordia arrives and his friend will undoubtedly need a friendly ear to talk to and get a pep talk from before meeting with her. He wonder's who's on guard duty for his chambers last night but whoever it is he tends to have a good relationship with most of the soldiers and guards. That tends to happen when you go to the taverns with them frequently enough.
he will greet those guarding the prince's chambers saying "Good Morning. Is the prince up yet? I'd like a word with him before we get too far into the day."
Akordia did not sleep well the night before docking at her new home. She looked in the small looking glass in her cabin and sighed. This would never do, to meet Prince Zuri.
Quickly, she went about her morning ablutions, spending special time making sure her long white hair was in perfect condition. She tried not to be worried about the new introductions today, remembering her sister Rauva’s teasing that she could just “make” the court of Anambra be friends with her. And she could, she supposed. For about a minute before it completely backfired on her.
She drummed her fingers against the small table in her room, the dress for todays meetings of course having been picked long ago by her mother. It was a royal purple with beaded trim and a very fancy sunburst of a crown. Very different from the simple dresses and circlets she preferred to wear, but this was to be her life now. The life of a queen. Still, she had a few more hours before she had to dock. A few more hours of comfort in one of the few plain gowns she had managed to sneak past her mother.
Silently, she opened the door to the cabin, looking left and right for Sir Broman. He would probably just tell her to sit quietly and prepare for the day. But there was so much to do. This was the first chance she had to glimpse her new home from afar, and she wasn’t going to miss it. Rushing to the deck, she smiled as she made it outside.
When she saw Rosen on the deck, she walked toward him; just a little more stately than she had been below deck. “Good morning,” she wished her friend, taking a deep breath of the sea air. “It’s going to be a good day today,” she said more confidently than she felt, but then a little of her uncertainty filtered through. “Right?”
"Today's the big day..." Darius thought, his mind filled with a mixture of anticipation and urgency.
"Today's the big day!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening as he abruptly sat up in bed, throwing the covers aside. Regret washed over him, and he couldn't help but chastise himself for the unfortunate timing of his tardiness. Slapping his forehead in frustration, Darius quickly regains his composure, knowing that he couldn't let his delay dampen the significance of the occasion. With renewed determination, he swiftly dresses, combining the practicality of his adventuring gear with a touch of formality befitting the momentous event. Despite his hurried appearance, he made an effort to adjust his attire, hoping to regain a sense of poise and composure.
As he navigated the palace corridors with purposeful strides, Darius berated himself internally for the uncharacteristic slip in punctuality. The weight of his role in supporting Zuri weighed heavily on his mind, and the thought of missing any crucial moments filled him with unease. Finally reaching Zuri's chambers, a sense of relief washed over him, accompanied by a steady heartbeat.
Spotting Dreccen, a familiar face amidst the palace commotion, Darius's anxiety melted away, replaced by a half-knowing grin. Restoring his calm, he slows his pace to a casual stroll, smoothing down his earth-worn leather overcoat and adjusting his gloves, striving to present himself in his usual charismatic manner. With newfound confidence, he approaches Dreccen and chuckles, "Ah, Drey! Have I missed it? Am I too late...?" His voice carried a mix of playful jest and genuine curiosity. The fleeting moment of panic had passed, and now Darius was prepared to stand as a steadfast presence for Zuri, ready to offer unwavering support, guidance, and the wisdom he had gained over the years on this momentous day...
The Crown Prince watched himself, and Hawkspar watched the Crown Prince. As it everhad been.
The slender man, a native Anambran, wore a fine but simple robe that concealed his easy movements, his weapons, and his serpent scale armor that soundlessly fit him like a second skin. He’d just recently gotten used to the robe, more for the sensibilities of the council than his or Zuri’s comfort. His fingers absentmindedly tap the pommels of his thick-bladed rapiers while his eyes rove around the room and out the window to the bay, and his thoughts swim across the size and scope of the day.
Hawk had woken before dawn and prepared himself for a long one. His short dreadlocks, thin beard, and uniform dress needed little sartorial attention but he stretched and put his body through some exercises to limber up, before cleaning himself just enough to be unnoticed in a room full of distracted, powerful people. In some circles his broken nose that had never healed right attracted a great deal of attention — most often when Zuri was on a tear and decided to make up a new story about how he’d broken it — but mostly it served to give anyone potentially interested in him the excuse to pass their gaze right along, onto someone more important or worth talking to. It wasn’t a grotesque nose, it was just a way of making Zuri’s bodyguard forgettable. And Zuri’s bodyguard preferred it that way. It allowed him to fade out of view and keep his eyes open to potential problems… or threats. Often the Crown Prince was the source of those problems but not always. Hawk had been there since Zuri was small. He’d be there, Satu willing, for many more years to come. They just had to get through this next stretch.
He’d checked in with the overnight guards (boring night, no news) after a light breakfast and entered Zuri’s chambers silently. It was an old routine, but today it felt different. The prince still got up and ready himself with minimal aid from others, though this morning there was more formality and fashion to handle. They did a short round of unarmed sparring to clarify his mind, Hawk’s lightning fast ripostes and smooth strikes dancing around the large man’s powerful blows and furious swings. The session ended quickly though, as there was much to do. Hawk and Zuri communicated mainly through glances and low grunts, but he mostly stayed out of the way and quiet this morning, allowing Zuri to handle his own thoughts. He almost tried out his new bad joke, about Zuri having been the spare, and now being the heir, only with more flair, but he held off.
The prince was in his own head, plainly full of serious, quiet thoughts. Which was notable - Hawk normally just assumed Zuri thought in exclamation points.
He heard Drey’s approach before the paladin announced himself at the door. Instead of rolling his eyes at the boisterous man, he uttered a silent prayer of thanks to Satu. Zuri needed a distraction. And he also heard Darius approaching, what timing. Perhaps the day would not be a disaster.
Cracking the door open, and looking past the entry guard’s helm, he nodded at the two men, replying, “Awake, and in his head. I mean, who wouldn’t be. Enter, he could use more familiar faces. We’ve got a long day of greetings ahead of us. Are you ready?” Hawk says in a quiet, deep voice, and steps aside to let them in.
Before dawn the purple haired young woman had already bathed, done her hair and gotten dressed.Flamboyant and stylish, but not so stylish she’d upstage the royals.Today was too exciting to sleep in.
First, checking behind the scenes, making sure the help were rightfully praised as she expected there’d be a lot of nerves on edge today.And many of the servants heard their gossip straight from the noble’s mouths.Besides, it was a good excuse to get pastries fresh from the oven.
As she went for a proper breakfast, she slipped a note to Hawk as he left breakfast.“No news” was all it read.She talked with her friend Tezrini over breakfast, but even Tez was the closest Tulip had seen to serious.
Refreshing her makeup after breakfast, she flitted from one place to another, trying to help things go easy.As Zuri, Hawk, Drey and Darius left the royal chambers, she gave a smile and a “thumbs up” hoping it would lift their spirits.
(Or, seeing the post below,, maybe it should read:
Seeing that Zuri & the gang were not leaving the royal chambers, Tulip snuck in to see what was wrong.)
"He's...in need of counsel," Dalos answers Drey and Hawkspur, Zuri's fair-haired human attendant, as the men enter the prince's chamber. "I will leave you and prepare the household to receive mistress T'Sarran," the willowy human man explains disappearing down the curving steps of the spire, the attendants of Zuri's standing outside his chamber door.
OOC the "royal palace" is the center most 10th spire amongst the nine spires making up the council.
When his companions enter they find Zuri struggling to pull on his left boot. He's dressed well but simply as is his way. A azure tunic, brown breeches, and brown leather boots. The prince is more comfortable in his bullet hide armor but not today, today he's representing more than House Jaezred.
"I...I don't think I can do this," Zuri says his deep husky voice edged with doubt and his gray eyes searching the faces of his friends. "Masego should be here...I...I don't have the wits or the will for state craft," the barbarian adds with a loud exhale of breath before rubbing a cleanly shaved face which is usually covered in a thick black stubble. "Satu should know I need her...we need her more, " he exclaims rather blasphemously with a stomp of his foot forcing his boot into his heel!
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Sir Broman was running late. Sea sickness had plagued him most of journey and he was not feeling well. But duty before all else. He drug himself out of bed quickly cleaned and dressed in his formal attire.
"Akordia and Rosen are already up and about no doubt."
Bright light filled his squinted eyes as he opened the cabin door, compounding the uneasy stomach. "I'll be glad to get no dry land".
Shading his eyes Sir Broman Pendragon joined the entourage preparing to lead up to the castle.
"Hello Princess", says Broman as he bows, "Sorry I'm late. I'm ready to proceed when you are". He moves to the railing and scans the crowd around the dock.
Sir can see there's no one allowed to linger near the landing dock but the ship, having weighed anchor in the Cerulean Lagoon only have to ask to be brought to shore docking properly. Sir Broman can also see there's a crimson covered awning set up as well as a sort of reserved space for his party to come to shore. The fanfare us ramping up but as of yet there is no one of note on the dockside but laborers or merchants going about their business on thus early summer day.
Onboard the ship Valorous sailors scurry around the deck. The House Jaezred vessel was the ultimate high of luxury. A tall ship with six masts baring various sizes of brilliant crimson sails. The main topsail depicting twin falcons facing each other with a star in the center all in gold. The vessel had picked up the House T'Sarran party in Baldur's Gate. The crossing the Sea of Swords took a month but the journey had been relatively uneventful. Besides a storm, which the sailor's claimed was the price passing from the east to the west, leaving Faerun behind the House T'Sarran party's passage found them in the calm waters of the Ocean of Osimiri just two short days ago with Anambra sighted the night before last.
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(OOC Noticing that Zuri & crew haven't left the royal quarters, Tulip sneaks in, just in time to hear Zuri's complaint. Also going for a nickname bantered between Zuri & Tulip)
"Hey Big Z", Tulip says, peeking around the corner. "Hope I'm not intruding. Is that a "I need to let off steam" stomp? Or a "We need to DO something" stomp? If you guys want to talk it over yourselves, I can leave."
Hawk leans in and adjusts the boot cuff. "But you are here. And Anambra is grateful. If you lack wit, you have sense enough to find it. You have support. And the wisdom of Satu."
He intones a line of scripture to himself, almost.
"The tapestry bends, the tapestry binds Fate weaves both ways"
He looks to Tulip as she asks about the stomp. "Both?"
“Good morning, Akordia.” Rosen turns to greet the princess with a warm smile. He takes her hand, clasping it with both of his. “Yes, it will. Just don’t let yourself get trapped in your head. It’s an adventure, let’s see where it goes.” Rosen pats Akordia’s hand in an effort to comfort her.
Hearing Pendragon’s greeting, he turns toward his voice. “You think of me like a princess? I knew you were finally warming up to me, Sir Broman.” He lets out a chuckle as he straightens his clothing.
Rosen offers his arm to the young woman. “May I accompany you, ma’am?”
Drey managed to arrive just before the others, except for Hawk of course. The man ever diligent. He smiles at them and was about to greet them warmly when the professor comes up behind. "Nothing to miss yet. I just got here Professor Maxwell. Seems we all had the same idea this morning." As Hawk opens the doors telling Drey what he already expects he replies "Well, that's what good friends are for." As they enter Drey can see prince Zuri is in more dire straights then he thought. He was in a right state but Drey knew one thing he wasn't thinking of.
As Hawk gives some more religious advice Tulip peeks her head in asking about the commotion and Drey waves. Drey clasps Zuri's shoulders to make him face Drey and says "What Hawk said man. You're not alone. We're not just collecting stamps while you're dealing with this. You feel you don't got it, add us into the mix and tell me how that changes stuff. Since we met there hasn't been a time you and I haven't had each other's back. That doesn't change just cause you're going to be king someday. Ah, crap... I had like a whole speech on changes prepared for you and just totally flubbed it. Bah! I'll give it later. You're going to be fine. Looking good too man. Just be yourself and I'm sure you'll get along great with the Princess."
Drey looks to his friend expectant of some kind of reply.
Sir Broman moves toward the crimson covered awning with a purposeful stride.
OOC uh, so your PC is walking off the ship into the harbor then? Ship is anchored in the lagoon not at the docks. The crimson awnings are on shore near the dock alloted for the T'Sarran party but is not yet there. The party has two options to disembark via dinghies or for the captain to weigh anchor and dock.
"I...I am grateful for your counsel....all of you," Zuri looks over his friends flashing a smile at Tulip. "Nerves...I guess," he shrugs standing up to his full height of 6'5" before gesturing at his clothing and looking again to Tulip. "How do I look," he asks sincerely unsure as he pulls at the tunic and the collar of his linen shirt beneath.
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It was important to know when to step in to advise the Crown Prince, and when to hold back. Darius smiled as he saw Zuri's friends comfort him, staying quiet at the edge of the room.
Hawk leaves the sartorial question to Tulip, but he does peer out the window to the ship. "Just imagine how your betrothed must feel, in a new place, having to learn a new city, a new house, a new family. You have many strengths, my prince, and one of them is making people feel at home, and at ease. Use that strength. You will both need it."
He goes to the window and looks outside, down and around and above, scoping out threats out of habit. Then, assuming he sees nothing, he moves back to the door to get ready to move this party to the next step on the agenda, coordinating with the door guards in hand signals.
“Good morning, Akordia.” Rosen turns to greet the princess with a warm smile. He takes her hand, clasping it with both of his. “Yes, it will. Just don’t let yourself get trapped in your head. It’s an adventure, let’s see where it goes.” Rosen pats Akordia’s hand in an effort to comfort her.
Hearing Pendragon’s greeting, he turns toward his voice. “You think of me like a princess? I knew you were finally warming up to me, Sir Broman.” He lets out a chuckle as he straightens his clothing.
Rosen offers his arm to the young woman. “May I accompany you, ma’am?”
The captain of the Valorous comes to greet Akordia and her party. Captain, Tinley Rainmaiden, has been a gracious host. A female water genasi with vibrant blue skin and hair has done everything in her power to make Akordia's passage comfortable. The evenings spent dinning with the captain and her myraid of first officers of varying species that represent the denizens of Anambra has covered many of the some what odd emalgomation of cultures within the island nation. Although diverse Anambra's history is very insular. They only import a minor amount of essential raw materials for their enchantments and their exports are very lucrative. To captain Rainmaiden is lively and has flirted with everyone regardless of their level of interest in her swagger.
"So, have we decided on a grand entrance or a more subtle approach, " Tilly asks grinning at Princess Akordia as she readjusts her lovely hat donned with owlbear feathers! "It's entirely up to you your highness," the water genasi says before giving a deep bow.
Meanwhile in the royal spire....
"Thank friends," Zuri says smiling softly. "I guess no time like the present. Do we know if she's disembarked, " he asks looking at Hawkspur looking out the spire window that has a stunning view of the lagoon and open sea beyond!
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300 years ago…
Stars fell from the sky that night. These burning meteors impacted the endless black sands of the crescent-shaped atoll and set the forests alight! In the caldera of a collapsed volcano called Upo. Here elves, humans, and genasi lived in constant conflict but came together to survive the fire from the sky. They ran together to the remaining mountain range and sheltered there for the worse of the impacts. Not all however were so lucky to survive this unprecedented astronomical event! After the meteor storm, the inhabitants of the atoll rebuild their damaged or destroyed villages coming together as a leader rose amongst them. She united the formerly hostile factions. This leader was of half-drow and half-human heritage. A mage named Azogie Jaezred. Azogie was able to wield magic unlike anyone else amongst her people or within the inhabitants and with her leadership the people built the kingdom of Anambra.
7 years ago…
Against early morning as the meteor shower faded in the dawn-lit sky of oranges and purples. The rising suns, two in total one small and one large, hung in the sky amongst the natural phenomenon that Anambran now knew happened every seven years. As the suns peek over the horizon it's as if the heavens cannot seem to agree, in the face of endless possibilities, what the future of the kingdom of Anambra will become. Most Anambrans know centuries ago the same meteor showers once frighten their ancestors. However, the new generations have come to understand it. House Jaezred realized how to harness its lingering power to remain on top! At that particular end of the star fall something new happened! The lagoon was hit as before but this time a meteor illuminated with a bright flash as it struck the waters and then sank quickly beneath the waves. The people of Anambra came from their homes, spires, and the rulers from their palace to see the shoreline as a bioluminescent glow lingered on the waves. It wasn't long after these events however did the old ones start dying. The elder mages amongst the Anambra families from the time of the first star fall. Each House was affected but some more than others.
Present day…
We open our story with two very different scenes. Within the spires of the palace Crown Prince Zuri stands in his chambers staring into the flawless glass of a mirror. The mirror reflects back to him a man struggling to understand his new fate. In the last few years, his life had been upended! His responsibilities dramatically changed as did his plans for his life. Now he is to run a kingdom once ruled by magic now trying to build another form of governance. Many of the houses within the city of Ka-Duna look to House Jaezred for guidance. That Zuri’s name holds the weight of a sovereign of the common people as much as the families that have never had access to magic. Their trust comes naturally to a man who wields noi arcane gift for himself! Atop all that stress and responsibilities Zuri is to marry a stranger in Princess Akordia. The woman was to arrive within hours or so the arcane missive to him had been heard. Although the two had never met in person they had been friendly through letters and gifts. Zuri was conflicted. He wanted to do his duty but had hoped to find a love match. It seemed however that was out of the question since the 'spare' had become the heir after his twin sister's abdication as the mages of Anambra had become restless in House Jazread’s lack of an arcanely gifted leader. A year ago there had been no pressure to marry even after the sickness had taken down some of his extended family spread out over the ruling houses that made up Anambra's Council of Nine. He would be a good king Zuri told himself in the mirror but it took every day telling himself that to convince him.
Meanwhile, in the lagoon outside the palace walls, a House T'Sarran ship awaits its occupants to rouse and approach the obligations of the day. We find the foreign Princess Akordia Relenor of House T'Sarran and her retinue coming with her to live within the walls of House Jaezred. Akordia has come after many months of overtures to her family, an old drow house sympathetic to the houses that left the Underdark and settled in Anambra over the centuries, to ally herself with House Jaezred. They need 'fresh blood' her mother had explained frankly but Akordia knew little more of the sickness. Vague descriptions were whispered about in her own court passing to extended family that had remained in Faerun. The sickness had ended the lives of most of the ruling elite. Akordia knew too that these rumors weren’t widely shared. The princess had been advised not to discuss it or press others for information. That if word got out it would bring all manner of evils there to fill the power vacuum. The remaining Council of Nine and ailing Queen Masaliah were working together to strengthen Anambra with this alliance with Akordia’s family. This royal marriage was not the only endeavor, however, it was currently the most important.
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A tall half-elf emerges from the stern of the ship. He has a medium build and light, tan skin. His dark brown hair blows in the breeze. He runs his hand around the back of his head noting the usually closely cropped sides were growing long. He thinks to himself, Hmm… We’ll have to do something about that.
Rosen inhales deeply through his nose and looks up to the castle, allowing himself just a moment to enjoy returning to his home. He heads up to the helm of the ship and approaches the helmsman. “I’m a man of my word.” He hands over five gold to the helmsman. “I’d have thought you would capsize us twice before we even left port.” He lets out a laugh before patting the helmsman on the back. Stepping back down he awaits at the door for the princess to emerge.
The day was going to be a busy one. It was the day Zuri's bride to be was going to arrive. Drey woke up early in the morning with this being the prevalent thought. He knew his friend was getting overwhelmed with how much their life has been changing. For Drey, it was choice. He was choosing to become someone that Zuri can count on. Not just someone to go drinking, swordfight or get into trouble in some form. For Zuri, it is thrust upon him. A choice made due to his birthright. Whatever the case, Dreccen knew that Zuri was a good man. He wouldn't just abandon the people. That doesn't man he wants to abandon his way of life. The dragonborn looks around his room and gets up to get ready for the day.
It was a day of meetings and as such he dressed appropriately for the occasion donning more formal wear to stand by the prince's side. An outfit to match his brass scales as they check the outfit in the mirror. he long ago gave up not sticking out. Well over six feet tall and covered in shining scales he embraced being someone that draws attention. He fixes the collar on his shirt in the mirror and then nods to himself as he says out loud to no one at all "It will go well."
The words spoken to assure himself it'll be okay. Why was he the nervous one? Isn't it Zuri's big important meeting? He smiles at the mirror knowing he cares deeply for his friend's happiness. The last thing he does is grab his sword. As much a ceremonial item as it is a representation of his faith, responsibility and strength. A reminder he has a lot more to accomplish too. Fit at last they exit their room.
They will greet the guards as he passes them and checking in with them to make sure everything is okay. The last few days Drey has been busy making sure to minimize the prince's worries. Let him focus on this meeting and make sure little things wont bother him. He asked Hawk to help as well. They both had their own duties though so he wasn't sure what Hawk has done on his end yet. He is probably worrying over nothing. Hawk was a lot more responsible then he was... not that that's been a high bar.
Today was about changes though. He's set aside most of his other duties for the day assigning them to various people he trusts. Unless there is some emergency he shouldn't be bothered. Drey has been making his own steps to step into a role as a leader militarily and now Zuri will be taking some of the first steps as a leader politically. He is planning to tell Zuri as much. As such he makes his way towards the Prince's cambers. There was still a few hours before princess Akordia arrives and his friend will undoubtedly need a friendly ear to talk to and get a pep talk from before meeting with her. He wonder's who's on guard duty for his chambers last night but whoever it is he tends to have a good relationship with most of the soldiers and guards. That tends to happen when you go to the taverns with them frequently enough.
he will greet those guarding the prince's chambers saying "Good Morning. Is the prince up yet? I'd like a word with him before we get too far into the day."
Akordia did not sleep well the night before docking at her new home. She looked in the small looking glass in her cabin and sighed. This would never do, to meet Prince Zuri.
Quickly, she went about her morning ablutions, spending special time making sure her long white hair was in perfect condition. She tried not to be worried about the new introductions today, remembering her sister Rauva’s teasing that she could just “make” the court of Anambra be friends with her. And she could, she supposed. For about a minute before it completely backfired on her.
She drummed her fingers against the small table in her room, the dress for todays meetings of course having been picked long ago by her mother. It was a royal purple with beaded trim and a very fancy sunburst of a crown. Very different from the simple dresses and circlets she preferred to wear, but this was to be her life now. The life of a queen. Still, she had a few more hours before she had to dock. A few more hours of comfort in one of the few plain gowns she had managed to sneak past her mother.
Silently, she opened the door to the cabin, looking left and right for Sir Broman. He would probably just tell her to sit quietly and prepare for the day. But there was so much to do. This was the first chance she had to glimpse her new home from afar, and she wasn’t going to miss it. Rushing to the deck, she smiled as she made it outside.
When she saw Rosen on the deck, she walked toward him; just a little more stately than she had been below deck. “Good morning,” she wished her friend, taking a deep breath of the sea air. “It’s going to be a good day today,” she said more confidently than she felt, but then a little of her uncertainty filtered through. “Right?”
"Today's the big day..." Darius thought, his mind filled with a mixture of anticipation and urgency.
"Today's the big day!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening as he abruptly sat up in bed, throwing the covers aside. Regret washed over him, and he couldn't help but chastise himself for the unfortunate timing of his tardiness. Slapping his forehead in frustration, Darius quickly regains his composure, knowing that he couldn't let his delay dampen the significance of the occasion. With renewed determination, he swiftly dresses, combining the practicality of his adventuring gear with a touch of formality befitting the momentous event. Despite his hurried appearance, he made an effort to adjust his attire, hoping to regain a sense of poise and composure.
As he navigated the palace corridors with purposeful strides, Darius berated himself internally for the uncharacteristic slip in punctuality. The weight of his role in supporting Zuri weighed heavily on his mind, and the thought of missing any crucial moments filled him with unease. Finally reaching Zuri's chambers, a sense of relief washed over him, accompanied by a steady heartbeat.
Spotting Dreccen, a familiar face amidst the palace commotion, Darius's anxiety melted away, replaced by a half-knowing grin. Restoring his calm, he slows his pace to a casual stroll, smoothing down his earth-worn leather overcoat and adjusting his gloves, striving to present himself in his usual charismatic manner. With newfound confidence, he approaches Dreccen and chuckles, "Ah, Drey! Have I missed it? Am I too late...?" His voice carried a mix of playful jest and genuine curiosity. The fleeting moment of panic had passed, and now Darius was prepared to stand as a steadfast presence for Zuri, ready to offer unwavering support, guidance, and the wisdom he had gained over the years on this momentous day...
The Crown Prince watched himself, and Hawkspar watched the Crown Prince. As it ever had been.
The slender man, a native Anambran, wore a fine but simple robe that concealed his easy movements, his weapons, and his serpent scale armor that soundlessly fit him like a second skin. He’d just recently gotten used to the robe, more for the sensibilities of the council than his or Zuri’s comfort. His fingers absentmindedly tap the pommels of his thick-bladed rapiers while his eyes rove around the room and out the window to the bay, and his thoughts swim across the size and scope of the day.
Hawk had woken before dawn and prepared himself for a long one. His short dreadlocks, thin beard, and uniform dress needed little sartorial attention but he stretched and put his body through some exercises to limber up, before cleaning himself just enough to be unnoticed in a room full of distracted, powerful people. In some circles his broken nose that had never healed right attracted a great deal of attention — most often when Zuri was on a tear and decided to make up a new story about how he’d broken it — but mostly it served to give anyone potentially interested in him the excuse to pass their gaze right along, onto someone more important or worth talking to. It wasn’t a grotesque nose, it was just a way of making Zuri’s bodyguard forgettable. And Zuri’s bodyguard preferred it that way. It allowed him to fade out of view and keep his eyes open to potential problems… or threats. Often the Crown Prince was the source of those problems but not always. Hawk had been there since Zuri was small. He’d be there, Satu willing, for many more years to come. They just had to get through this next stretch.
He’d checked in with the overnight guards (boring night, no news) after a light breakfast and entered Zuri’s chambers silently. It was an old routine, but today it felt different. The prince still got up and ready himself with minimal aid from others, though this morning there was more formality and fashion to handle. They did a short round of unarmed sparring to clarify his mind, Hawk’s lightning fast ripostes and smooth strikes dancing around the large man’s powerful blows and furious swings. The session ended quickly though, as there was much to do. Hawk and Zuri communicated mainly through glances and low grunts, but he mostly stayed out of the way and quiet this morning, allowing Zuri to handle his own thoughts. He almost tried out his new bad joke, about Zuri having been the spare, and now being the heir, only with more flair, but he held off.
The prince was in his own head, plainly full of serious, quiet thoughts. Which was notable - Hawk normally just assumed Zuri thought in exclamation points.
He heard Drey’s approach before the paladin announced himself at the door. Instead of rolling his eyes at the boisterous man, he uttered a silent prayer of thanks to Satu. Zuri needed a distraction. And he also heard Darius approaching, what timing. Perhaps the day would not be a disaster.
Cracking the door open, and looking past the entry guard’s helm, he nodded at the two men, replying, “Awake, and in his head. I mean, who wouldn’t be. Enter, he could use more familiar faces. We’ve got a long day of greetings ahead of us. Are you ready?” Hawk says in a quiet, deep voice, and steps aside to let them in.
Before dawn the purple haired young woman had already bathed, done her hair and gotten dressed. Flamboyant and stylish, but not so stylish she’d upstage the royals. Today was too exciting to sleep in.
First, checking behind the scenes, making sure the help were rightfully praised as she expected there’d be a lot of nerves on edge today. And many of the servants heard their gossip straight from the noble’s mouths. Besides, it was a good excuse to get pastries fresh from the oven.
As she went for a proper breakfast, she slipped a note to Hawk as he left breakfast. “No news” was all it read. She talked with her friend Tezrini over breakfast, but even Tez was the closest Tulip had seen to serious.
Refreshing her makeup after breakfast, she flitted from one place to another, trying to help things go easy. As Zuri, Hawk, Drey and Darius left the royal chambers, she gave a smile and a “thumbs up” hoping it would lift their spirits.
(Or, seeing the post below,, maybe it should read:
Seeing that Zuri & the gang were not leaving the royal chambers, Tulip snuck in to see what was wrong.)
"He's...in need of counsel," Dalos answers Drey and Hawkspur, Zuri's fair-haired human attendant, as the men enter the prince's chamber. "I will leave you and prepare the household to receive mistress T'Sarran," the willowy human man explains disappearing down the curving steps of the spire, the attendants of Zuri's standing outside his chamber door.
OOC the "royal palace" is the center most 10th spire amongst the nine spires making up the council.
When his companions enter they find Zuri struggling to pull on his left boot. He's dressed well but simply as is his way. A azure tunic, brown breeches, and brown leather boots. The prince is more comfortable in his bullet hide armor but not today, today he's representing more than House Jaezred.
"I...I don't think I can do this," Zuri says his deep husky voice edged with doubt and his gray eyes searching the faces of his friends. "Masego should be here...I...I don't have the wits or the will for state craft," the barbarian adds with a loud exhale of breath before rubbing a cleanly shaved face which is usually covered in a thick black stubble. "Satu should know I need her...we need her more, " he exclaims rather blasphemously with a stomp of his foot forcing his boot into his heel!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Sir Broman was running late. Sea sickness had plagued him most of journey and he was not feeling well. But duty before all else. He drug himself out of bed quickly cleaned and dressed in his formal attire.
"Akordia and Rosen are already up and about no doubt."
Bright light filled his squinted eyes as he opened the cabin door, compounding the uneasy stomach. "I'll be glad to get no dry land".
Shading his eyes Sir Broman Pendragon joined the entourage preparing to lead up to the castle.
"Hello Princess", says Broman as he bows, "Sorry I'm late. I'm ready to proceed when you are". He moves to the railing and scans the crowd around the dock.
Perception check: 27
Sir can see there's no one allowed to linger near the landing dock but the ship, having weighed anchor in the Cerulean Lagoon only have to ask to be brought to shore docking properly. Sir Broman can also see there's a crimson covered awning set up as well as a sort of reserved space for his party to come to shore. The fanfare us ramping up but as of yet there is no one of note on the dockside but laborers or merchants going about their business on thus early summer day.
Onboard the ship Valorous sailors scurry around the deck. The House Jaezred vessel was the ultimate high of luxury. A tall ship with six masts baring various sizes of brilliant crimson sails. The main topsail depicting twin falcons facing each other with a star in the center all in gold. The vessel had picked up the House T'Sarran party in Baldur's Gate. The crossing the Sea of Swords took a month but the journey had been relatively uneventful. Besides a storm, which the sailor's claimed was the price passing from the east to the west, leaving Faerun behind the House T'Sarran party's passage found them in the calm waters of the Ocean of Osimiri just two short days ago with Anambra sighted the night before last.
OOC please, post at will!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
(OOC Noticing that Zuri & crew haven't left the royal quarters, Tulip sneaks in, just in time to hear Zuri's complaint. Also going for a nickname bantered between Zuri & Tulip)
"Hey Big Z", Tulip says, peeking around the corner. "Hope I'm not intruding. Is that a "I need to let off steam" stomp? Or a "We need to DO something" stomp? If you guys want to talk it over yourselves, I can leave."
Hawk leans in and adjusts the boot cuff. "But you are here. And Anambra is grateful. If you lack wit, you have sense enough to find it. You have support. And the wisdom of Satu."
He intones a line of scripture to himself, almost.
"The tapestry bends, the tapestry binds
Fate weaves both ways"
He looks to Tulip as she asks about the stomp. "Both?"
“Good morning, Akordia.” Rosen turns to greet the princess with a warm smile. He takes her hand, clasping it with both of his. “Yes, it will. Just don’t let yourself get trapped in your head. It’s an adventure, let’s see where it goes.” Rosen pats Akordia’s hand in an effort to comfort her.
Hearing Pendragon’s greeting, he turns toward his voice. “You think of me like a princess? I knew you were finally warming up to me, Sir Broman.” He lets out a chuckle as he straightens his clothing.
Rosen offers his arm to the young woman. “May I accompany you, ma’am?”
Drey managed to arrive just before the others, except for Hawk of course. The man ever diligent. He smiles at them and was about to greet them warmly when the professor comes up behind. "Nothing to miss yet. I just got here Professor Maxwell. Seems we all had the same idea this morning." As Hawk opens the doors telling Drey what he already expects he replies "Well, that's what good friends are for." As they enter Drey can see prince Zuri is in more dire straights then he thought. He was in a right state but Drey knew one thing he wasn't thinking of.
As Hawk gives some more religious advice Tulip peeks her head in asking about the commotion and Drey waves. Drey clasps Zuri's shoulders to make him face Drey and says "What Hawk said man. You're not alone. We're not just collecting stamps while you're dealing with this. You feel you don't got it, add us into the mix and tell me how that changes stuff. Since we met there hasn't been a time you and I haven't had each other's back. That doesn't change just cause you're going to be king someday. Ah, crap... I had like a whole speech on changes prepared for you and just totally flubbed it. Bah! I'll give it later. You're going to be fine. Looking good too man. Just be yourself and I'm sure you'll get along great with the Princess."
Drey looks to his friend expectant of some kind of reply.
OOC uh, so your PC is walking off the ship into the harbor then? Ship is anchored in the lagoon not at the docks. The crimson awnings are on shore near the dock alloted for the T'Sarran party but is not yet there. The party has two options to disembark via dinghies or for the captain to weigh anchor and dock.
"I...I am grateful for your counsel....all of you," Zuri looks over his friends flashing a smile at Tulip. "Nerves...I guess," he shrugs standing up to his full height of 6'5" before gesturing at his clothing and looking again to Tulip. "How do I look," he asks sincerely unsure as he pulls at the tunic and the collar of his linen shirt beneath.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
It was important to know when to step in to advise the Crown Prince, and when to hold back. Darius smiled as he saw Zuri's friends comfort him, staying quiet at the edge of the room.
OOC
Thought we were docked. I'll delete my post.
Hawk leaves the sartorial question to Tulip, but he does peer out the window to the ship. "Just imagine how your betrothed must feel, in a new place, having to learn a new city, a new house, a new family. You have many strengths, my prince, and one of them is making people feel at home, and at ease. Use that strength. You will both need it."
He goes to the window and looks outside, down and around and above, scoping out threats out of habit. Then, assuming he sees nothing, he moves back to the door to get ready to move this party to the next step on the agenda, coordinating with the door guards in hand signals.
Sir Broman audibly grunts and falls in behind.
Under his breath, he says, "Your words not mine".
The captain of the Valorous comes to greet Akordia and her party. Captain, Tinley Rainmaiden, has been a gracious host. A female water genasi with vibrant blue skin and hair has done everything in her power to make Akordia's passage comfortable. The evenings spent dinning with the captain and her myraid of first officers of varying species that represent the denizens of Anambra has covered many of the some what odd emalgomation of cultures within the island nation. Although diverse Anambra's history is very insular. They only import a minor amount of essential raw materials for their enchantments and their exports are very lucrative. To captain Rainmaiden is lively and has flirted with everyone regardless of their level of interest in her swagger.
"So, have we decided on a grand entrance or a more subtle approach, " Tilly asks grinning at Princess Akordia as she readjusts her lovely hat donned with owlbear feathers! "It's entirely up to you your highness," the water genasi says before giving a deep bow.
Meanwhile in the royal spire....
"Thank friends," Zuri says smiling softly. "I guess no time like the present. Do we know if she's disembarked, " he asks looking at Hawkspur looking out the spire window that has a stunning view of the lagoon and open sea beyond!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.