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.”
She laughs a bit. “ I’m sorry-I may be a bit too eager to start a conversation myself. If you’d rather do something else, that is very much alright.” She replies, taking a sip of her glass of wine.
Blackmoore decides to look for Lady Bouclaire, leaving its undead to enjoy the party. They weren't even guards or nobles, they were just whoever followed it 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?…”
The expressionless, 7-foot tall, fungus-covered, levitating skeleton dressed like the pope bows to her, bending double. "Pontiff Blackmoore, your grace, current abbot of Amberot. We are so glad to make your acquaintance. Your keep is very beautiful. Very fitting for a being such as yourself, if I may say so."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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.
They seem a bit overwhelmed by the options, but politely sample each thing brought to them. The syrtri seems to prefer the cheese, eating it hungrily though attempting to maintain an air of sophistication while they do so. “You produce all of this? It’s impressive… and you are all of one hive mind as well. I suppose that maximizes efficiency.”
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Blackmoore decides to look for Lady Bouclaire, leaving its undead to enjoy the party. They weren't even guards or nobles, they were just whoever followed it 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?…”
The expressionless, 7-foot tall, fungus-covered, levitating skeleton dressed like the pope bows to her, bending double. "Pontiff Blackmoore, your grace, current abbot of Amberot. We are so glad to make your acquaintance. Your keep is very beautiful. Very fitting for a being such as yourself, if I may say so."
“Oh, you flatter me!” She says, giggling. “Amberot? What a beautiful name. Where is it, I’ve not heard of it… you must have come a long way to get to Old Caterinna.”
(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?”
Atlantis Neron... It is a beutiful city. Filled with what you would consider ancient architecture, it is surrounded by these... concentric cirlces that propel it through water. IT is truly a marvel of quatic engineering. And, deep below, in the belly of the city, lay our Vaults... within holds more treasure than you might imagine... Everyone within the city is wealthy. I myself are within a sort of lower class, which is why I have a Fin Name such as "Of the Shining Scales". It is used to prove our worth, to explain our atributes. Our upper class are among those who have already proven theri worth, and take up their own family name. It truly is a complex society, but we would be intrested in knowing how Dry Lander society works as well. Is it true that al new leaders are forced to kill the previous ruling body?
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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.
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.
Khass sneezes, jewelry jingling softly. “If this is not an ignorant question to ask, do you… ride fish? As we ride goats?”
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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.”
She laughs a bit. “ I’m sorry-I may be a bit too eager to start a conversation myself. If you’d rather do something else, that is very much alright.” She replies, taking a sip of her glass of wine.
“You’re fine.” He reassures. “I think I would rather get to know you more than your nation at the moment. Diplomacy is… new to me, and it gets rather tiresome.”
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(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?”
Atlantis Neron... It is a beutiful city. Filled with what you would consider ancient architecture, it is surrounded by these... concentric cirlces that propel it through water. IT is truly a marvel of quatic engineering. And, deep below, in the belly of the city, lay our Vaults... within holds more treasure than you might imagine... Everyone within the city is wealthy. I myself are within a sort of lower class, which is why I have a Fin Name such as "Of the Shining Scales". It is used to prove our worth, to explain our atributes. Our upper class are among those who have already proven theri worth, and take up their own family name. It truly is a complex society, but we would be intrested in knowing how Dry Lander society works as well. Is it true that al new leaders are forced to kill the previous ruling body?
She seems quite shocked. “You… aren’t among the rich within your city?… my, my… well, about your question… not quite. The previous ruler of Old Caterinna was Lord Gregory, but he was deposed. But, if all goes well with my plans, my oldest child, or one of the Lauriers will take charge when I pass.”
Des Sanson and a group of warriors are scouring the edges of their new borders.
Ofterosuh waves to them, smiling
“Hey Ofterosuh.” Des greets him.
Throne gruffly says "names thorne leader of the sea wolf raiders what's yours?*
“Des Sanson. Nice to meet you.”
"I'll be frank I need allies I want to conquer all the settlements on the coast and I don't want other people to try and stop me as long as you guys stay out of my conflicts I will be willing to sign a non-aggression pact"
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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.”
She laughs a bit. “ I’m sorry-I may be a bit too eager to start a conversation myself. If you’d rather do something else, that is very much alright.” She replies, taking a sip of her glass of wine.
“You’re fine.” He reassures. “I think I would rather get to know you more than your nation at the moment. Diplomacy is… new to me, and it gets rather tiresome.”
“Of course, I can agree, it can get a bit… repetitive, at times… though I am new to such large scale diplomacy myself, it is a bit tiring. About me, uhm… well, until about… five months ago, I was a servant at this manor, under Lord Gregory. I had helped stage a coup, and me and the others involved in the planning took power. Oh, also, I quite enjoy literature, And art! Oh, how I love art.”
Des Sanson and a group of warriors are scouring the edges of their new borders.
Ofterosuh waves to them, smiling
“Hey Ofterosuh.” Des greets him.
Throne gruffly says "names thorne leader of the sea wolf raiders what's yours?*
“Des Sanson. Nice to meet you.”
"I'll be frank I need allies I want to conquer all the settlements on the coast and I don't want other people to try and stop me as long as you guys stay out of my conflicts I will be willing to sign a non-aggression pact"
“I’d prefer conquering land. I’ll agree to this deal. I want to build a strong nation, and to do that, I need allies.”
*no. I have an above average military, but I ain’t trying to go to war*
Sig but long ^w^
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I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Keep in mind why is my war buddy*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
She laughs a bit. “ I’m sorry-I may be a bit too eager to start a conversation myself. If you’d rather do something else, that is very much alright.” She replies, taking a sip of her glass of wine.
The expressionless, 7-foot tall, fungus-covered, levitating skeleton dressed like the pope bows to her, bending double. "Pontiff Blackmoore, your grace, current abbot of Amberot. We are so glad to make your acquaintance. Your keep is very beautiful. Very fitting for a being such as yourself, if I may say so."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They seem a bit overwhelmed by the options, but politely sample each thing brought to them. The syrtri seems to prefer the cheese, eating it hungrily though attempting to maintain an air of sophistication while they do so. “You produce all of this? It’s impressive… and you are all of one hive mind as well. I suppose that maximizes efficiency.”
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making a smoothie for meta
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“Oh, you flatter me!” She says, giggling. “Amberot? What a beautiful name. Where is it, I’ve not heard of it… you must have come a long way to get to Old Caterinna.”
“Hey Ofterosuh.” Des greets him.
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
Atlantis Neron... It is a beutiful city. Filled with what you would consider ancient architecture, it is surrounded by these... concentric cirlces that propel it through water. IT is truly a marvel of quatic engineering. And, deep below, in the belly of the city, lay our Vaults... within holds more treasure than you might imagine... Everyone within the city is wealthy. I myself are within a sort of lower class, which is why I have a Fin Name such as "Of the Shining Scales". It is used to prove our worth, to explain our atributes. Our upper class are among those who have already proven theri worth, and take up their own family name. It truly is a complex society, but we would be intrested in knowing how Dry Lander society works as well. Is it true that al new leaders are forced to kill the previous ruling body?
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.
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Khass sneezes, jewelry jingling softly. “If this is not an ignorant question to ask, do you… ride fish? As we ride goats?”
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“You’re fine.” He reassures. “I think I would rather get to know you more than your nation at the moment. Diplomacy is… new to me, and it gets rather tiresome.”
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making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
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Throne gruffly says "names thorne leader of the sea wolf raiders what's yours?*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
*wait quick question is this after the alliance?*
"Hello" the large fey looks to them, holding tea
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.
“Des Sanson. Nice to meet you.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
*Um I dunno I thought this was going to be a meeting to make the alliance*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
She seems quite shocked. “You… aren’t among the rich within your city?… my, my… well, about your question… not quite. The previous ruler of Old Caterinna was Lord Gregory, but he was deposed. But, if all goes well with my plans, my oldest child, or one of the Lauriers will take charge when I pass.”
"Ofterosuh, leader of the Cingdom of Chaos" [kingdom but she likes alliteration]
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.
"I'll be frank I need allies I want to conquer all the settlements on the coast and I don't want other people to try and stop me as long as you guys stay out of my conflicts I will be willing to sign a non-aggression pact"
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
“Of course, I can agree, it can get a bit… repetitive, at times… though I am new to such large scale diplomacy myself, it is a bit tiring. About me, uhm… well, until about… five months ago, I was a servant at this manor, under Lord Gregory. I had helped stage a coup, and me and the others involved in the planning took power. Oh, also, I quite enjoy literature, And art! Oh, how I love art.”
“I’m of the town of Oraca.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“I’d prefer conquering land. I’ll agree to this deal. I want to build a strong nation, and to do that, I need allies.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!