“I see… well, it matters not. We are here to celebrate, and to learn, dancing is not needed for any of that, is it?” Smiling, she leads the many nobles following her, and all of the guests behind them, through the twisting halls of Lyrebird’s Landing, which, architecturally, makes very little sense. It’s almost intentionally confusing to navigate.
the doors of the final hall opens up to an utterly enormous ballroom, where servants and guards are scattered about. Food is being served, music is being played by a skilled band, and it’s decorated with the utmost care. The entire room is full of flowers, especially white oleanders, which grew in the garden as well. Servants and guards welcome the Lauriers and the other noble guests, offering them tantalizing food and drink. Soon, it seems the ball has officially started.
Khass follows, though looks a little overwhelmed by the volume of people. He sort of stands off to the side, simply watching the crowd socialize, as he whittles a small bit of bone absently.
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The skeleton pope lowers down enough to see eye-to-eye with the servant, which involves falling to its knees and still looking down slightly. "This is quite a home that Lady Bouclaire has..." comes its sibilant wheeze. "...and quite the party." It reaches out a hand, wrapped in black fungal 'muscles,' and takes the servant's. It then plucks a gemstone from its hat and places it in their hand. "Thank you for your kindnessss... friend..." It levitates back up to its 'normal' height, around 10 feet high, and makes its way in, the undead following behind like obedient ducklings.
He is in utter shock as he receives the gem, murmuring thanks as he examines it, both ecstatic and in awe.
Blackmoore decides to look for Lady Bouclaire, leaving his undead to enjoy the party. They weren't even guards or nobles, they were just whoever followed him here.
Most of the party has moved into the keep of the castle, and that is where he finds Bouclaire- in an opulently, masterfully decorated ballroom, along with about half of the guests, the others in other parts of the keep or in the gardens. Bouclaire notices Blackmoore, and tilts her head, curious. She approaches, smiling.
”a pleasure to have you in attendance, I am Lady Bouclaire Blanchet. You are?…”
(these was included in a post that ninja'd Arches post so i'm adding it back in)
Khassahn follows, a bit bewildered by the aquatic people. His elk also… follows him inside, baying softly as it attempts to fit through the door. (Cyno)
The merfolk notices Khassahn, and turns around. "Ah. You must be another such Dry Lander. Tell me... are all Dry Lander palaces decorated with such amazing geometry? Look at those vaulted cielings... We had no idea that was possible... The improvements we could add to Atlatius Neron... Oh! But, you Dry Landers must want compensation for telling us Aquatics such architechtural secrets!" The merfolk quickly unravels multiple golden threads, and distribute them among Lady Bouclaire and Khassahn.
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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.
“I see… well, it matters not. We are here to celebrate, and to learn, dancing is not needed for any of that, is it?” Smiling, she leads the many nobles following her, and all of the guests behind them, through the twisting halls of Lyrebird’s Landing, which, architecturally, makes very little sense. It’s almost intentionally confusing to navigate.
the doors of the final hall opens up to an utterly enormous ballroom, where servants and guards are scattered about. Food is being served, music is being played by a skilled band, and it’s decorated with the utmost care. The entire room is full of flowers, especially white oleanders, which grew in the garden as well. Servants and guards welcome the Lauriers and the other noble guests, offering them tantalizing food and drink. Soon, it seems the ball has officially started.
Khass follows, though looks a little overwhelmed by the volume of people. He sort of stands off to the side, simply watching the crowd socialize, as he whittles a small bit of bone absently.
After a few minutes of Bouclaire socializing and greeting guests, she heads back to Khass. “Hello, again! If it’s alright, could you tell me more of your land? It seems most intriguing, nothing like the region of the Tsaritsa.”
The merfolk notices Khassahn, and turns around. "Ah. You must be another such Dry Lander. Tell me... are all Dry Lander palaces decorated with such amazing geometry? Look at those vaulted cielings... We had no idea that was possible... The improvements we could add to Atlatius Neron... Oh! But, you Dry Landers must want compensation for telling us Aquatics such architechtural secrets!" The merfolk quickly unravels multiple golden threads, and distribute them among Lady Bouclaire and Khassahn.
“I- thank you-?” He seems a bit bewildered by the sudden gift. “It is really no bother, I expect no gifts. This building is… much different than the ones in my hometown. These are.. much larger, taller, and have so many rooms.“ Khassan adjusts his cowl again. “I have never seen a large enough body of water large enough to accommodate a full civilization.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“I see… well, it matters not. We are here to celebrate, and to learn, dancing is not needed for any of that, is it?” Smiling, she leads the many nobles following her, and all of the guests behind them, through the twisting halls of Lyrebird’s Landing, which, architecturally, makes very little sense. It’s almost intentionally confusing to navigate.
the doors of the final hall opens up to an utterly enormous ballroom, where servants and guards are scattered about. Food is being served, music is being played by a skilled band, and it’s decorated with the utmost care. The entire room is full of flowers, especially white oleanders, which grew in the garden as well. Servants and guards welcome the Lauriers and the other noble guests, offering them tantalizing food and drink. Soon, it seems the ball has officially started.
Khass follows, though looks a little overwhelmed by the volume of people. He sort of stands off to the side, simply watching the crowd socialize, as he whittles a small bit of bone absently.
After a few minutes of Bouclaire socializing and greeting guests, she heads back to Khass. “Hello, again! If it’s alright, could you tell me more of your land? It seems most intriguing, nothing like the region of the Tsaritsa.”
Speeking of other guests, Margarite of the Shining Scales excuses herself, and quickly disapears outside the palace, into the river. She comes back swiftly, with multiple other Merfolk, eager to meet the Dry Landers.
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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.
"Simply put us on your map once you can, so you and your people may find us where we lie. That is all we ask in return. Now come, they expect you now. We do not get visitors often, and we celebrate them when we can." It lifts off the ground and turns toward the city, where more undead are preparing food for the stranger. "Come with me, children. We must get washed up." The zombies begrudgingly follow their lord.
They pause for a moment as to take in the scene a little moment more before heading to follow the zombies. They regard the food with a bemused look, as if unfamiliar with seeing food of that category, but make no comment.
Most of the food is fermented, whether that means poi, saucisson, fesikh, cheese, or pickled foods of any sort. The undead are widely varying in composition and decomposition, each trying to offer him different crafts or treats, eager to give him the best item. Others are observing what he does and doesn't choose to carry, trying to determine what the best gift would be judging purely by others' trial and error.
(these was included in a post that ninja'd Arches post so i'm adding it back in)
Khassahn follows, a bit bewildered by the aquatic people. His elk also… follows him inside, baying softly as it attempts to fit through the door. (Cyno)
The merfolk notices Khassahn, and turns around. "Ah. You must be another such Dry Lander. Tell me... are all Dry Lander palaces decorated with such amazing geometry? Look at those vaulted cielings... We had no idea that was possible... The improvements we could add to Atlatius Neron... Oh! But, you Dry Landers must want compensation for telling us Aquatics such architechtural secrets!" The merfolk quickly unravels multiple golden threads, and distribute them among Lady Bouclaire and Khassahn.
Bouclaire, grinning, examines the golden threads with utmost curiosity. “You are much too generous… and yes, heh, our people have been mastering the architectural arts for centuries. There is a master architect who lives within his own manor on the other side of Caterinna, who could go on for days of the techniques of our people’s crafts… but enough about us, I am curious as to learn what Atlatius Neron is like?”
After a few minutes of Bouclaire socializing and greeting guests, she heads back to Khass. “Hello, again! If it’s alright, could you tell me more of your land? It seems most intriguing, nothing like the region of the Tsaritsa.”
He sort of jumps in surprise as she approaches again, smiling awkwardly. “I- is that would you’d like to discuss? I apologize for my.. lack of.. tact.. I suppose. I’m not sure how to properly start well.. conversation.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The merfolk notices Khassahn, and turns around. "Ah. You must be another such Dry Lander. Tell me... are all Dry Lander palaces decorated with such amazing geometry? Look at those vaulted cielings... We had no idea that was possible... The improvements we could add to Atlatius Neron... Oh! But, you Dry Landers must want compensation for telling us Aquatics such architechtural secrets!" The merfolk quickly unravels multiple golden threads, and distribute them among Lady Bouclaire and Khassahn.
“I- thank you-?” He seems a bit bewildered by the sudden gift. “It is really no bother, I expect no gifts. This building is… much different than the ones in my hometown. These are.. much larger, taller, and have so many rooms.“ Khassan adjusts his cowl again. “I have never seen a large enough body of water large enough to accommodate a full civilization.”
"We live in the Ocean that this rever emptes too. In fact... more of my people will be eager to come here Excuse me." Margarite of the Shining Scales excuses herself, and quickly disapears outside the palace, into the river. She comes back swiftly, with multiple other Merfolk, eager to meet the Dry Landers.
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.
*Sure do you wanna roleplay us making a non aggression pact?*
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Khass follows, though looks a little overwhelmed by the volume of people. He sort of stands off to the side, simply watching the crowd socialize, as he whittles a small bit of bone absently.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Most of the party has moved into the keep of the castle, and that is where he finds Bouclaire- in an opulently, masterfully decorated ballroom, along with about half of the guests, the others in other parts of the keep or in the gardens. Bouclaire notices Blackmoore, and tilts her head, curious. She approaches, smiling.
”a pleasure to have you in attendance, I am Lady Bouclaire Blanchet. You are?…”
*Cut with Cyno, Arch, Baalz, and Bananer*
(these was included in a post that ninja'd Arches post so i'm adding it back in)
Khassahn follows, a bit bewildered by the aquatic people. His elk also… follows him inside, baying softly as it attempts to fit through the door. (Cyno)
The merfolk notices Khassahn, and turns around. "Ah. You must be another such Dry Lander. Tell me... are all Dry Lander palaces decorated with such amazing geometry? Look at those vaulted cielings... We had no idea that was possible... The improvements we could add to Atlatius Neron... Oh! But, you Dry Landers must want compensation for telling us Aquatics such architechtural secrets!" The merfolk quickly unravels multiple golden threads, and distribute them among Lady Bouclaire and Khassahn.
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
After a few minutes of Bouclaire socializing and greeting guests, she heads back to Khass. “Hello, again! If it’s alright, could you tell me more of your land? It seems most intriguing, nothing like the region of the Tsaritsa.”
*wanna RP?*
Sig but long ^w^
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Maybe me you and bananer all in the Rp?*
Sig but long ^w^
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I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Ok I'm going to be getting off soon for the night but hey tomorrow I'll be at 26 military power :D
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*Ok*
Des Sanson and a group of warriors are scouring the edges of their new borders.
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
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“I- thank you-?” He seems a bit bewildered by the sudden gift. “It is really no bother, I expect no gifts. This building is… much different than the ones in my hometown. These are.. much larger, taller, and have so many rooms.“ Khassan adjusts his cowl again. “I have never seen a large enough body of water large enough to accommodate a full civilization.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Speeking of other guests, Margarite of the Shining Scales excuses herself, and quickly disapears outside the palace, into the river. She comes back swiftly, with multiple other Merfolk, eager to meet the Dry Landers.
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
*aww...*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Most of the food is fermented, whether that means poi, saucisson, fesikh, cheese, or pickled foods of any sort. The undead are widely varying in composition and decomposition, each trying to offer him different crafts or treats, eager to give him the best item. Others are observing what he does and doesn't choose to carry, trying to determine what the best gift would be judging purely by others' trial and error.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Bouclaire, grinning, examines the golden threads with utmost curiosity. “You are much too generous… and yes, heh, our people have been mastering the architectural arts for centuries. There is a master architect who lives within his own manor on the other side of Caterinna, who could go on for days of the techniques of our people’s crafts… but enough about us, I am curious as to learn what Atlatius Neron is like?”
*Sorry but hey at the very least I have three allies I'm assuming your not going to be a warlike nation though right?*
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Ofterosuh waves to them, smiling
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He sort of jumps in surprise as she approaches again, smiling awkwardly. “I- is that would you’d like to discuss? I apologize for my.. lack of.. tact.. I suppose. I’m not sure how to properly start well.. conversation.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"We live in the Ocean that this rever emptes too. In fact... more of my people will be eager to come here Excuse me." Margarite of the Shining Scales excuses herself, and quickly disapears outside the palace, into the river. She comes back swiftly, with multiple other Merfolk, eager to meet the Dry Landers.
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
Throne walked up to both of them seeming tired and ragged
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Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
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