Lady Bouclaire is on the walls surrounding Lyrebird’s landing, sketching a raven perched nearby in a notebook.
The settlement of Nytasha has been firmly established, and they’re beginning to grow crops. It’s being overseen by Henry Wardell, who is a brother to the head of the Wardell family, and is therefore a member of the Lauriers. There have been a few small houses established, but nothing much as of yet, they mostly rely on shipments of food from old Caterinna.
speaking of Old Caterinna, the Eurydic stage, which is Caterinna’s Theatre, is beginning the production of another performance, this time a newly written one, about the first ruler of old Caterinna three hundred years ago: lord Theodore the Great. Of course, his family was overthrown six months ago, but he was a great leader himself, and his successors are not mentioned.
*I was right! 60 pages on the dot!*
*Drizzit, Uralll has a strict open door policy. anyone can talk to him anytime. part of why he dosent live anywhere special*
*Caterina is on the river right?* three creatures you've never seen the likes of before show up at the riverbanks. they're each about 23 ft tall, with thick layers of blubber and long tusks growing from their top lips. they openly carry no weapons. one of them speaks in a thick accent. "𝚮ɘŀŀΘﺇ ᘺɘ⸌Ṿɘ ϾΘ𝚖ɘ ⱦΘ ⱦ𝚪ᥑᵭɘﺇ"
Immediately, the Lauriers are alerted of the three giants. A dozen guards rush to the scene, suspicious. Whispers and murmured conversation fills the crowd, but they all die down almost instantly as someone else arrives on the scene. A young woman dressed in a vibrant yellow dress, with short brown hair and striking green eyes. In one hand, she carries a fan, and in the other, a walking cane. Celine DuPont, one of the Lauriers.
”trade, Mmm?” She says, intrigued. Half a dozen guards are around her at all times.
the giant who spoke steps forward, and drops their arms to the sides, palms out. "𝞤ɘ𐒡⠠ 𝑾ɘ ႬΘᑶɘ ⱦΘ ɘ𐒡ⱦᥑᏏŀï𐒡Ⴌ ⨎𝚪ïɘ∏ᵭŀႾ 𝚪ɘŀᥑⱦïΘ∏𐒡"
A group of Merfolk travel swiftly upon the waves, looking for any settlements to trade with. They are on a platform made of seashells, loaded up with multiple chests of gems and metals. On the platform is a female Merfolk ambasador, by the name of Margarite of the Shining Scales. As her name suggests, Margarite's scales are decorated with silver tattoos of waves, and is dressed in a cloak with strands of precous metals weaved in. Alongside Margaret are three other Merfolk, wearing silver armor, trimmed with a deep blue metal, and are armed with tridents. As the platform drifts down the Tsaritsa River, the guards are looking in wonder at the rolling hills, as this is probably their first assignment above the waves, when one guard the Giants talking to Celine DuPont.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Lady Bouclaire is on the walls surrounding Lyrebird’s landing, sketching a raven perched nearby in a notebook.
The settlement of Nytasha has been firmly established, and they’re beginning to grow crops. It’s being overseen by Henry Wardell, who is a brother to the head of the Wardell family, and is therefore a member of the Lauriers. There have been a few small houses established, but nothing much as of yet, they mostly rely on shipments of food from old Caterinna.
speaking of Old Caterinna, the Eurydic stage, which is Caterinna’s Theatre, is beginning the production of another performance, this time a newly written one, about the first ruler of old Caterinna three hundred years ago: lord Theodore the Great. Of course, his family was overthrown six months ago, but he was a great leader himself, and his successors are not mentioned.
*I was right! 60 pages on the dot!*
*Drizzit, Uralll has a strict open door policy. anyone can talk to him anytime. part of why he dosent live anywhere special*
*Caterina is on the river right?* three creatures you've never seen the likes of before show up at the riverbanks. they're each about 23 ft tall, with thick layers of blubber and long tusks growing from their top lips. they openly carry no weapons. one of them speaks in a thick accent. "𝚮ɘŀŀΘﺇ ᘺɘ⸌Ṿɘ ϾΘ𝚖ɘ ⱦΘ ⱦ𝚪ᥑᵭɘﺇ"
Immediately, the Lauriers are alerted of the three giants. A dozen guards rush to the scene, suspicious. Whispers and murmured conversation fills the crowd, but they all die down almost instantly as someone else arrives on the scene. A young woman dressed in a vibrant yellow dress, with short brown hair and striking green eyes. In one hand, she carries a fan, and in the other, a walking cane. Celine DuPont, one of the Lauriers.
”trade, Mmm?” She says, intrigued. Half a dozen guards are around her at all times.
the giant who spoke steps forward, and drops their arms to the sides, palms out. "𝞤ɘ𐒡⠠ 𝑾ɘ ႬΘᑶɘ ⱦΘ ɘ𐒡ⱦᥑᏏŀï𐒡Ⴌ ⨎𝚪ïɘ∏ᵭŀႾ 𝚪ɘŀᥑⱦïΘ∏𐒡"
“I see… I have not heard of any… peoples such as yourselves… where do you hail from?”
Lady Bouclaire is on the walls surrounding Lyrebird’s landing, sketching a raven perched nearby in a notebook.
The settlement of Nytasha has been firmly established, and they’re beginning to grow crops. It’s being overseen by Henry Wardell, who is a brother to the head of the Wardell family, and is therefore a member of the Lauriers. There have been a few small houses established, but nothing much as of yet, they mostly rely on shipments of food from old Caterinna.
speaking of Old Caterinna, the Eurydic stage, which is Caterinna’s Theatre, is beginning the production of another performance, this time a newly written one, about the first ruler of old Caterinna three hundred years ago: lord Theodore the Great. Of course, his family was overthrown six months ago, but he was a great leader himself, and his successors are not mentioned.
*I was right! 60 pages on the dot!*
*Drizzit, Uralll has a strict open door policy. anyone can talk to him anytime. part of why he dosent live anywhere special*
*Caterina is on the river right?* three creatures you've never seen the likes of before show up at the riverbanks. they're each about 23 ft tall, with thick layers of blubber and long tusks growing from their top lips. they openly carry no weapons. one of them speaks in a thick accent. "𝚮ɘŀŀΘﺇ ᘺɘ⸌Ṿɘ ϾΘ𝚖ɘ ⱦΘ ⱦ𝚪ᥑᵭɘﺇ"
Immediately, the Lauriers are alerted of the three giants. A dozen guards rush to the scene, suspicious. Whispers and murmured conversation fills the crowd, but they all die down almost instantly as someone else arrives on the scene. A young woman dressed in a vibrant yellow dress, with short brown hair and striking green eyes. In one hand, she carries a fan, and in the other, a walking cane. Celine DuPont, one of the Lauriers.
”trade, Mmm?” She says, intrigued. Half a dozen guards are around her at all times.
the giant who spoke steps forward, and drops their arms to the sides, palms out. "𝞤ɘ𐒡⠠ 𝑾ɘ ႬΘᑶɘ ⱦΘ ɘ𐒡ⱦᥑᏏŀï𐒡Ⴌ ⨎𝚪ïɘ∏ᵭŀႾ 𝚪ɘŀᥑⱦïΘ∏𐒡"
“I see… I have not heard of any… peoples such as yourselves… where do you hail from?”
"𝑾ɘ ϾΘ𝚖ɘ ⨎𝚪Θ𝚖 𝗨𝚪ᥑⱦ⠠ ▎ⱦ ï𐒡 ᥑ ŀΘ∏ġ ᘺᥑႾ ⨎𝚪Θ𝚖 Ⴌɘ𝚪ɘ"
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Bouclaire is strolling throughout the bustling town of Old Caterinna, which has recently grown outwards and upwards, with streets previously of dirt now being stone walkways. Many children have been born recently, and an arching stone bridge is being built across the Tsaritsa river at the center of Old Caterinna, as previously there was only a mildly perilous rope bridge connecting both parts of the town, or you had to row over on a boat. The sun is shining after an early morning shower, and a rainbow hangs in the sky. Bouclaire walks to the more sparsely populated parts of town, where the roads are still dirt and there is lots of grassland and trees among the scattered houses. A pair of children rushes past her, playing a game common among Caterinnian children. All is well in Old Caterinna.
As you stroll through your city you pass by one of the finest inns in the city. In the stables you see a strangely shaped beast with a long neck and two humps on its back. You recognize the heraldry on its saddle, that of a golden bird on maroon background. The crest of Hoeb.
Suddenly intrigued, she enters the inn, along with two guards who had been discreetly following her the entire time. She approaches the woman working at the Inn’s front desk and inquires about any foreign people stopping by, specifically from Hoeb, which the town of Old Caterinna is vaguely aware of, due to the efforts of Bouclaire to make contact with as many nations as possible.
You learn that a Hoebite diplomat has recently come in and is staying in one of the finest suites. She gives you the number of the room and tells you that he only arrived yesterday.
She whispers to one of the guards to inform the diplomat that he has been invited to her court at Lyrebird’s landing, and is expected tomorrow. She then departs to the keep to make preparations with the rest of the Lauriers.
At the appointed time, the Hoebite arrives. Four guards dressed in dark red robes and armor carrying curved swords follow behind him. Emblazoned on their breastplates is the symbol of the long necked, golden bird with its wings outspread. The diplomat himself is a jolly looking, tall man who seems to be developing a paunch. A round fur hat rests atop his bald head and a long drooping mustache hangs down from under his nose. “I am Nahim Azjerban, head of the House Azjerban, royal architect, and diplomat from the southern nation of Hoeb.” He bows deeply, “My king has sent a good deal of gifts with me, I hope they strike the queen’s fancy!” A retinue of his servants present some striking carpets, an expansive wardrobe of silk gowns, some fine samples of Hoebite tea, and a few exotic instruments.
Nahim finds himself in front of Lady Bouclaire, sitting on a throne in a large throne room somewhere near the center of the twisting halls of the Lyrebird’s landing complex. Four others sit on thrones as well, slightly lower than Bouclaire’s. Two women and two men, all similarly dressed in fine clothes befitting their status.
Bouclaire stands up from her throne, intrigued by the many gifts and extravagant goods. “Your King has quite the taste…” she says, examining on particularly lavish gown, a scarlet red color. “This is very generous of your king, sharing with us the finest gifts… Tell me, what gives your fabrics, and your silks, such wonderful colors?”
“So many wonderful things, my lady! I think it is a great irony that our fields and hills, so many browns and greys, would be home to so many substances that make such vibrant dyes. The Bahi root, the bark of the Heder tree, the Sty bud… the flora of our land contains the skies rainbows.That dress you hold there is different though. We get that particular tone of scarlet from a rare desert grub.”
“My, my… how interesting! In a monotone world of brown, a rainbow hides beneath… It is simply wonderful, the craftsmanship of all of these items… is unlike anything I have seen before… remarkable…” she moves on to the other gifts, asking various questions about how they are made and why. Occasionally, one of the other nobles pitches in.
“these gifts are much appreciated… your king is very generous… perhaps we shall send gifts of our own back with you when you depart…”
He answers your questions gladly and seems to take much pleasure in waxing eloquently about the art and culture of his people.
”My king would be honored to receive even the smallest treasure from your country… but I was rather hoping that my return to my homeland would be far off in the future. For you see, the Tayr, my king, he heard that your kingdom was blessed with a special appreciation for the arts. I take great pride in the fact then when he was searching for a representative with a similar love for beauty, he chose me. I’ve been sent to be the royal ambassador of my country to your great nation, so long as you graciously allow me to stay in your capital and join your court.” He finishes his request with a deep bow.
She is almost grinning ear-to ear. “That would be most lovely… yes, I do appreciate the arts, and I hope to drive my nation to be a center of culture and performance… you may stay for as long as you wish…we are overjoyed that you are staying. During your stay, we have many rooms in this here keep, or we could arrange for your stay at one of the fine manors elsewhere in the city. Free of cost, of course.”
His eyes shine brightly with a smile that is just barely concealed by his drooping mustache. “You are a most gracious host, my lady!” He says with another bow, “I am truly honored. I look forward to learning more about your people and seeing the great sights of your kingdom during my stay here. I would greatly appreciate a room in the keep, if it’s not too much trouble. I like being close to the action.”
Bouclaire is strolling throughout the bustling town of Old Caterinna, which has recently grown outwards and upwards, with streets previously of dirt now being stone walkways. Many children have been born recently, and an arching stone bridge is being built across the Tsaritsa river at the center of Old Caterinna, as previously there was only a mildly perilous rope bridge connecting both parts of the town, or you had to row over on a boat. The sun is shining after an early morning shower, and a rainbow hangs in the sky. Bouclaire walks to the more sparsely populated parts of town, where the roads are still dirt and there is lots of grassland and trees among the scattered houses. A pair of children rushes past her, playing a game common among Caterinnian children. All is well in Old Caterinna.
As you stroll through your city you pass by one of the finest inns in the city. In the stables you see a strangely shaped beast with a long neck and two humps on its back. You recognize the heraldry on its saddle, that of a golden bird on maroon background. The crest of Hoeb.
Suddenly intrigued, she enters the inn, along with two guards who had been discreetly following her the entire time. She approaches the woman working at the Inn’s front desk and inquires about any foreign people stopping by, specifically from Hoeb, which the town of Old Caterinna is vaguely aware of, due to the efforts of Bouclaire to make contact with as many nations as possible.
You learn that a Hoebite diplomat has recently come in and is staying in one of the finest suites. She gives you the number of the room and tells you that he only arrived yesterday.
She whispers to one of the guards to inform the diplomat that he has been invited to her court at Lyrebird’s landing, and is expected tomorrow. She then departs to the keep to make preparations with the rest of the Lauriers.
At the appointed time, the Hoebite arrives. Four guards dressed in dark red robes and armor carrying curved swords follow behind him. Emblazoned on their breastplates is the symbol of the long necked, golden bird with its wings outspread. The diplomat himself is a jolly looking, tall man who seems to be developing a paunch. A round fur hat rests atop his bald head and a long drooping mustache hangs down from under his nose. “I am Nahim Azjerban, head of the House Azjerban, royal architect, and diplomat from the southern nation of Hoeb.” He bows deeply, “My king has sent a good deal of gifts with me, I hope they strike the queen’s fancy!” A retinue of his servants present some striking carpets, an expansive wardrobe of silk gowns, some fine samples of Hoebite tea, and a few exotic instruments.
Nahim finds himself in front of Lady Bouclaire, sitting on a throne in a large throne room somewhere near the center of the twisting halls of the Lyrebird’s landing complex. Four others sit on thrones as well, slightly lower than Bouclaire’s. Two women and two men, all similarly dressed in fine clothes befitting their status.
Bouclaire stands up from her throne, intrigued by the many gifts and extravagant goods. “Your King has quite the taste…” she says, examining on particularly lavish gown, a scarlet red color. “This is very generous of your king, sharing with us the finest gifts… Tell me, what gives your fabrics, and your silks, such wonderful colors?”
“So many wonderful things, my lady! I think it is a great irony that our fields and hills, so many browns and greys, would be home to so many substances that make such vibrant dyes. The Bahi root, the bark of the Heder tree, the Sty bud… the flora of our land contains the skies rainbows.That dress you hold there is different though. We get that particular tone of scarlet from a rare desert grub.”
“My, my… how interesting! In a monotone world of brown, a rainbow hides beneath… It is simply wonderful, the craftsmanship of all of these items… is unlike anything I have seen before… remarkable…” she moves on to the other gifts, asking various questions about how they are made and why. Occasionally, one of the other nobles pitches in.
“these gifts are much appreciated… your king is very generous… perhaps we shall send gifts of our own back with you when you depart…”
He answers your questions gladly and seems to take much pleasure in waxing eloquently about the art and culture of his people.
”My king would be honored to receive even the smallest treasure from your country… but I was rather hoping that my return to my homeland would be far off in the future. For you see, the Tayr, my king, he heard that your kingdom was blessed with a special appreciation for the arts. I take great pride in the fact then when he was searching for a representative with a similar love for beauty, he chose me. I’ve been sent to be the royal ambassador of my country to your great nation, so long as you graciously allow me to stay in your capital and join your court.” He finishes his request with a deep bow.
She is almost grinning ear-to ear. “That would be most lovely… yes, I do appreciate the arts, and I hope to drive my nation to be a center of culture and performance… you may stay for as long as you wish…we are overjoyed that you are staying. During your stay, we have many rooms in this here keep, or we could arrange for your stay at one of the fine manors elsewhere in the city. Free of cost, of course.”
His eyes shine brightly with a smile that is just barely concealed by his drooping mustache. “You are a most gracious host, my lady!” He says with another bow, “I am truly honored. I look forward to learning more about your people and seeing the great sights of your kingdom during my stay here. I would greatly appreciate a room in the keep, if it’s not too much trouble. I like being close to the action.”
“Of course, a room will be provided. I’d suggest that some of our servants give you a tour of Lyrebird’s landing, as, uh, it has nearly four hundred rooms, and it was built by a madman. As far as we know, no official maps exist, so it’s easy to get lost. But it is quite beautiful, with many works of art and sculpture…”
His eyes shine brightly with a smile that is just barely concealed by his drooping mustache. “You are a most gracious host, my lady!” He says with another bow, “I am truly honored. I look forward to learning more about your people and seeing the great sights of your kingdom during my stay here. I would greatly appreciate a room in the keep, if it’s not too much trouble. I like being close to the action.”
“Of course, a room will be provided. I’d suggest that some of our servants give you a tour of Lyrebird’s landing, as, uh, it has nearly four hundred rooms, and it was built by a madman. As far as we know, no official maps exist, so it’s easy to get lost. But it is quite beautiful, with many works of art and sculpture…”
His eyes widen, "That... that's splendid!" He exclaims with delight. "I shall enjoy my time here!" He laughs, "Please excuse my enthusiasm. I am an architect and sculptor myself, so constructed glories capture my imagination."
His eyes shine brightly with a smile that is just barely concealed by his drooping mustache. “You are a most gracious host, my lady!” He says with another bow, “I am truly honored. I look forward to learning more about your people and seeing the great sights of your kingdom during my stay here. I would greatly appreciate a room in the keep, if it’s not too much trouble. I like being close to the action.”
“Of course, a room will be provided. I’d suggest that some of our servants give you a tour of Lyrebird’s landing, as, uh, it has nearly four hundred rooms, and it was built by a madman. As far as we know, no official maps exist, so it’s easy to get lost. But it is quite beautiful, with many works of art and sculpture…”
His eyes widen, "That... that's splendid!" He exclaims with delight. "I shall enjoy my time here!" He laughs, "Please excuse my enthusiasm. I am an architect and sculptor myself, so constructed glories capture my imagination."
She laughs. “Then I assure you, Nahim, you will be amazed by Lyrebird’s landing.” She pauses, and the other Lauriers are murmuring amongst each other, mostly either about the gifts or about recent events or gossip.
”if there is nothing else you’d like to discuss, we could show you your room at once, and the housekeeper could give you a tour of Lyrebird’s landing. Oh, one more thing… Old Caterinna at the moment is a fairly safe city, but, if you request, we could provide you with personal bodyguards.”
His eyes shine brightly with a smile that is just barely concealed by his drooping mustache. “You are a most gracious host, my lady!” He says with another bow, “I am truly honored. I look forward to learning more about your people and seeing the great sights of your kingdom during my stay here. I would greatly appreciate a room in the keep, if it’s not too much trouble. I like being close to the action.”
“Of course, a room will be provided. I’d suggest that some of our servants give you a tour of Lyrebird’s landing, as, uh, it has nearly four hundred rooms, and it was built by a madman. As far as we know, no official maps exist, so it’s easy to get lost. But it is quite beautiful, with many works of art and sculpture…”
His eyes widen, "That... that's splendid!" He exclaims with delight. "I shall enjoy my time here!" He laughs, "Please excuse my enthusiasm. I am an architect and sculptor myself, so constructed glories capture my imagination."
She laughs. “Then I assure you, Nahim, you will be amazed by Lyrebird’s landing.” She pauses, and the other Lauriers are murmuring amongst each other, mostly either about the gifts or about recent events or gossip.
”if there is nothing else you’d like to discuss, we could show you your room at once, and the housekeeper could give you a tour of Lyrebird’s landing. Oh, one more thing… Old Caterinna at the moment is a fairly safe city, but, if you request, we could provide you with personal bodyguards.”
"There are some trade agreements I was instructed to bring up," He says with a dismissive wave of his hand, "But I'm sure you have much to do. I believe that can be muddled out at a later date." He bows one final time, "That is terribly generous. Should I feel the need, I will make a request but for now I believe my own bodyguards will suffice." He says before taking his leave.
His eyes shine brightly with a smile that is just barely concealed by his drooping mustache. “You are a most gracious host, my lady!” He says with another bow, “I am truly honored. I look forward to learning more about your people and seeing the great sights of your kingdom during my stay here. I would greatly appreciate a room in the keep, if it’s not too much trouble. I like being close to the action.”
“Of course, a room will be provided. I’d suggest that some of our servants give you a tour of Lyrebird’s landing, as, uh, it has nearly four hundred rooms, and it was built by a madman. As far as we know, no official maps exist, so it’s easy to get lost. But it is quite beautiful, with many works of art and sculpture…”
His eyes widen, "That... that's splendid!" He exclaims with delight. "I shall enjoy my time here!" He laughs, "Please excuse my enthusiasm. I am an architect and sculptor myself, so constructed glories capture my imagination."
She laughs. “Then I assure you, Nahim, you will be amazed by Lyrebird’s landing.” She pauses, and the other Lauriers are murmuring amongst each other, mostly either about the gifts or about recent events or gossip.
”if there is nothing else you’d like to discuss, we could show you your room at once, and the housekeeper could give you a tour of Lyrebird’s landing. Oh, one more thing… Old Caterinna at the moment is a fairly safe city, but, if you request, we could provide you with personal bodyguards.”
"There are some trade agreements I was instructed to bring up," He says with a dismissive wave of his hand, "But I'm sure you have much to do. I believe that can be muddled out at a later date." He bows one final time, "That is terribly generous. Should I feel the need, I will make a request but for now I believe my own bodyguards will suffice." He says before taking his leave.
The Lauriers leave the room as well, dispersing throughout the Keep. A servant offers to show Nahim to his private quarters.
"There are some trade agreements I was instructed to bring up," He says with a dismissive wave of his hand, "But I'm sure you have much to do. I believe that can be muddled out at a later date." He bows one final time, "That is terribly generous. Should I feel the need, I will make a request but for now I believe my own bodyguards will suffice." He says before taking his leave.
The Lauriers leave the room as well, dispersing throughout the Keep. A servant offers to show Nahim to his private quarters.
"Ah, thank you. Lead the way!" Nahim, his guards, and his dozen or so servants follow after the servant.
Lady Bouclaire is on the walls surrounding Lyrebird’s landing, sketching a raven perched nearby in a notebook.
The settlement of Nytasha has been firmly established, and they’re beginning to grow crops. It’s being overseen by Henry Wardell, who is a brother to the head of the Wardell family, and is therefore a member of the Lauriers. There have been a few small houses established, but nothing much as of yet, they mostly rely on shipments of food from old Caterinna.
speaking of Old Caterinna, the Eurydic stage, which is Caterinna’s Theatre, is beginning the production of another performance, this time a newly written one, about the first ruler of old Caterinna three hundred years ago: lord Theodore the Great. Of course, his family was overthrown six months ago, but he was a great leader himself, and his successors are not mentioned.
*I was right! 60 pages on the dot!*
*Drizzit, Uralll has a strict open door policy. anyone can talk to him anytime. part of why he dosent live anywhere special*
*Caterina is on the river right?* three creatures you've never seen the likes of before show up at the riverbanks. they're each about 23 ft tall, with thick layers of blubber and long tusks growing from their top lips. they openly carry no weapons. one of them speaks in a thick accent. "𝚮ɘŀŀΘﺇ ᘺɘ⸌Ṿɘ ϾΘ𝚖ɘ ⱦΘ ⱦ𝚪ᥑᵭɘﺇ"
Immediately, the Lauriers are alerted of the three giants. A dozen guards rush to the scene, suspicious. Whispers and murmured conversation fills the crowd, but they all die down almost instantly as someone else arrives on the scene. A young woman dressed in a vibrant yellow dress, with short brown hair and striking green eyes. In one hand, she carries a fan, and in the other, a walking cane. Celine DuPont, one of the Lauriers.
”trade, Mmm?” She says, intrigued. Half a dozen guards are around her at all times.
the giant who spoke steps forward, and drops their arms to the sides, palms out. "𝞤ɘ𐒡⠠ 𝑾ɘ ႬΘᑶɘ ⱦΘ ɘ𐒡ⱦᥑᏏŀï𐒡Ⴌ ⨎𝚪ïɘ∏ᵭŀႾ 𝚪ɘŀᥑⱦïΘ∏𐒡"
A group of Merfolk travel swiftly upon the waves, looking for any settlements to trade with. They are on a platform made of seashells, loaded up with multiple chests of gems and metals. On the platform is a female Merfolk ambasador, by the name of Margarite of the Shining Scales. As her name suggests, Margarite's scales are decorated with silver tattoos of waves, and is dressed in a cloak with strands of precous metals weaved in. Alongside Margaret are three other Merfolk, wearing silver armor, trimmed with a deep blue metal, and are armed with tridents. As the platform drifts down the Tsaritsa River, the guards are looking in wonder at the rolling hills, as this is probably their first assignment above the waves, when one guard the Giants talking to Celine DuPont.
*I'll try to ally with you later I'm not in the mood to do it today*
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"There are some trade agreements I was instructed to bring up," He says with a dismissive wave of his hand, "But I'm sure you have much to do. I believe that can be muddled out at a later date." He bows one final time, "That is terribly generous. Should I feel the need, I will make a request but for now I believe my own bodyguards will suffice." He says before taking his leave.
The Lauriers leave the room as well, dispersing throughout the Keep. A servant offers to show Nahim to his private quarters.
"Ah, thank you. Lead the way!" Nahim, his guards, and his dozen or so servants follow after the servant.
She leads them through twisting halls lined with masterful paintings of former lords of Caterinna, of beautiful scenes of rushing rivers and sunsets, and sculptures of those same people, as well as animals. Many windows are stained glass, vibrant greens and deep blues, cheery yellows and passionate reds. There are so many doors, stairs, and halls the group passes through, that Nahim quickly begins to Lose track. Considering what he knows about architecture, it makes no logical sense for a place of residence, it would take months simply to learn to navigate it properly. And all of the hallways and rooms… they all seem eerily similar, although each has specific quirks or different, whimsical building techniques that set it apart. The building in itself is a masterpiece of architecture, and an architectural nightmare all in one. He counts at least three stairs that lead to nowhere, and doors that lead straight to stairs.
eventually, after nearly fifteen minutes, they make it to Nahim’s private quarters. It’s a large suite, windows to a courtyard he had not realized the keep even had, fresh flowers in brightly decorated vases, an enormous closet, a bed with fine, soft silks, and a small portrait hanging on one of the walls, of a swan swimming on a lake.
"There are some trade agreements I was instructed to bring up," He says with a dismissive wave of his hand, "But I'm sure you have much to do. I believe that can be muddled out at a later date." He bows one final time, "That is terribly generous. Should I feel the need, I will make a request but for now I believe my own bodyguards will suffice." He says before taking his leave.
The Lauriers leave the room as well, dispersing throughout the Keep. A servant offers to show Nahim to his private quarters.
"Ah, thank you. Lead the way!" Nahim, his guards, and his dozen or so servants follow after the servant.
She leads them through twisting halls lined with masterful paintings of former lords of Caterinna, of beautiful scenes of rushing rivers and sunsets, and sculptures of those same people, as well as animals. Many windows are stained glass, vibrant greens and deep blues, cheery yellows and passionate reds. There are so many doors, stairs, and halls the group passes through, that Nahim quickly begins to Lose track. Considering what he knows about architecture, it makes no logical sense for a place of residence, it would take months simply to learn to navigate it properly. And all of the hallways and rooms… they all seem eerily similar, although each has specific quirks or different, whimsical building techniques that set it apart. The building in itself is a masterpiece of architecture, and an architectural nightmare all in one. He counts at least three stairs that lead to nowhere, and doors that lead straight to stairs.
eventually, after nearly fifteen minutes, they make it to Nahim’s private quarters. It’s a large suite, windows to a courtyard he had not realized the keep even had, fresh flowers in brightly decorated vases, an enormous closet, a bed with fine, soft silks, and a small portrait hanging on one of the walls, of a swan swimming on a lake.
The ambassador marvels at his surroundings with every turn he takes, making awed comments about the architectural design and structural layout of the palace. The servant has to stop to wait for him as he gets distracted by each painting he passes by, doubling the time it takes to make it to his room.
He explores his quarters with much satisfaction and orders his servants to return to the inn to retrieve his belongings while he goes out on the balcony to take in the view. Before he does so though, he drops a gold Hoebite coin in the servant's hand with a wink.
A group of Merfolk travel swiftly upon the waves, looking for any settlements to trade with. They are on a platform made of seashells, loaded up with multiple chests of gems and metals. On the platform is a female Merfolk ambasador, by the name of Margarite of the Shining Scales. As her name suggests, Margarite's scales are decorated with silver tattoos of waves, and is dressed in a cloak with strands of precous metals weaved in. Alongside Margaret are three other Merfolk, wearing silver armor, trimmed with a deep blue metal, and are armed with tridents. As the platform drifts down the Tsaritsa River, the guards are looking in wonder at the rolling hills, as this is probably their first assignment above the waves, when one guard the Giants talking to Celine DuPont.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
“I see… I have not heard of any… peoples such as yourselves… where do you hail from?”
"𝑾ɘ ϾΘ𝚖ɘ ⨎𝚪Θ𝚖 𝗨𝚪ᥑⱦ⠠ ▎ⱦ ï𐒡 ᥑ ŀΘ∏ġ ᘺᥑႾ ⨎𝚪Θ𝚖 Ⴌɘ𝚪ɘ"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
His eyes shine brightly with a smile that is just barely concealed by his drooping mustache. “You are a most gracious host, my lady!” He says with another bow, “I am truly honored. I look forward to learning more about your people and seeing the great sights of your kingdom during my stay here. I would greatly appreciate a room in the keep, if it’s not too much trouble. I like being close to the action.”
*I made dinner.*
*(Throws a chicken fajita at you)*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I ate dinner.*
*(Would throw a taco salad at you… but I ate it.)*
“Of course, a room will be provided. I’d suggest that some of our servants give you a tour of Lyrebird’s landing, as, uh, it has nearly four hundred rooms, and it was built by a madman. As far as we know, no official maps exist, so it’s easy to get lost. But it is quite beautiful, with many works of art and sculpture…”
*My beautiful darling, common side effects include:*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
His eyes widen, "That... that's splendid!" He exclaims with delight. "I shall enjoy my time here!" He laughs, "Please excuse my enthusiasm. I am an architect and sculptor myself, so constructed glories capture my imagination."
*drowsiness, insomnia, aching joints, blurred vision, accelerated aging, hair loss, and death?*
*Yes, followed by Love of the Subhuman Self*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She laughs. “Then I assure you, Nahim, you will be amazed by Lyrebird’s landing.” She pauses, and the other Lauriers are murmuring amongst each other, mostly either about the gifts or about recent events or gossip.
”if there is nothing else you’d like to discuss, we could show you your room at once, and the housekeeper could give you a tour of Lyrebird’s landing. Oh, one more thing… Old Caterinna at the moment is a fairly safe city, but, if you request, we could provide you with personal bodyguards.”
*And if I put the PathOwOgen in it, uh OwOs*
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I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Oh dear, I should have read the small print.*
"There are some trade agreements I was instructed to bring up," He says with a dismissive wave of his hand, "But I'm sure you have much to do. I believe that can be muddled out at a later date." He bows one final time, "That is terribly generous. Should I feel the need, I will make a request but for now I believe my own bodyguards will suffice." He says before taking his leave.
The Lauriers leave the room as well, dispersing throughout the Keep. A servant offers to show Nahim to his private quarters.
"Ah, thank you. Lead the way!" Nahim, his guards, and his dozen or so servants follow after the servant.
*I'll try to ally with you later I'm not in the mood to do it today*
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She leads them through twisting halls lined with masterful paintings of former lords of Caterinna, of beautiful scenes of rushing rivers and sunsets, and sculptures of those same people, as well as animals. Many windows are stained glass, vibrant greens and deep blues, cheery yellows and passionate reds. There are so many doors, stairs, and halls the group passes through, that Nahim quickly begins to Lose track. Considering what he knows about architecture, it makes no logical sense for a place of residence, it would take months simply to learn to navigate it properly. And all of the hallways and rooms… they all seem eerily similar, although each has specific quirks or different, whimsical building techniques that set it apart. The building in itself is a masterpiece of architecture, and an architectural nightmare all in one. He counts at least three stairs that lead to nowhere, and doors that lead straight to stairs.
eventually, after nearly fifteen minutes, they make it to Nahim’s private quarters. It’s a large suite, windows to a courtyard he had not realized the keep even had, fresh flowers in brightly decorated vases, an enormous closet, a bed with fine, soft silks, and a small portrait hanging on one of the walls, of a swan swimming on a lake.
The ambassador marvels at his surroundings with every turn he takes, making awed comments about the architectural design and structural layout of the palace. The servant has to stop to wait for him as he gets distracted by each painting he passes by, doubling the time it takes to make it to his room.
He explores his quarters with much satisfaction and orders his servants to return to the inn to retrieve his belongings while he goes out on the balcony to take in the view. Before he does so though, he drops a gold Hoebite coin in the servant's hand with a wink.