Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/02/2020
Suddenly the vines open up, and before them looms a massive mansion embedded into a heart stopping enormous tree that canopies over them. Ivy and ferns grew through the crevices of the old winding stone path, which led directly to the colossal structure. The mansion loomed proudly behind creaky iron gates, flanked by rows of bright trees of rainbow leaves, swaying gently in a warm summer breeze. At its threshold stood the delicate marble fountain, the soft gurgling of the clear water melodic as it resonated in the surrounding silence.

Surrounding the mansion, forty foot tall mushrooms lead back and away into what is not a forest behind you, glowing with fantastical delight, the heart of the feywilds to your back.

In the doorway of the mansion, stands two identical creatures. It is easy to see the thick black collars that bind tightly around their neck. But they stand with precision, watching and waiting for any who would come to the front door.

Lion(Fae):Kalamä|Röe|Jin|Rid|Bow — 10/02/2020
seeing all the crazy mushrooms around Jinora will take the mask off being wide eyed as she takes in this beautiful scene almost bouncing with excitement 

even before she saw the coil she was already feeling drawn to the mushrooms but hoping it’s a friend she’ll approach cautiously staying standoffish but still wide eyed & entriugued at the shrooms...

shell float to be at his eye level but will just wave as she tightens her jaw a bit as she’s nervous & will hover a good bit away hoping he can’t sense her
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/02/2020
Initiative 21 (round 1): Vhalias (@ro | pea/vhal/arch | t/t)
Vhalias <153/153 HP>
ro | pea/vhal/arch | t/t — 10/02/2020
Staring in mild awe at the mansion when they are ejected from the Road of Thorns, Vhalias goes on high alert when they hear the whistle over the roll of thunder.

Turning, they peer at the forest of colossal mushrooms, eyes narrowing at the sight of the glistening black snake coils. They stalk up to the base of the mushroom's trunk? stem? stalk?, blood boiling when they see who it is.

"What the fuck are you doing here," they hiss up at him.
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BOT
 — 10/02/2020
Initiative 14 (round 1): Izzy (@Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli])
Izzy <121/121 HP>
Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli] — 10/02/2020
The vines move, revealing the beautiful scenery, Izzy reflexively whistles low-- and realizes sound has returned. She throws her hands in the air in exasperation. "Fucking FINALLY, ugh, that was the WORST." 

The trill catches her ear, unusual, but then, everything in the feywild is unusual. That rumbling note was familiar, though. Izzy turns her head and looking up sees-- Kassandros. A bright smile tears across her face as she follows Vhalias. Entirely the opposite of their demeanor, looking up at him as they come to stop  at the base of the mushroom. "It's cool, it's cool. Eyyy! Kassan! I didn't think we'd ever see you again!" She frowns for a second as she realizes the situation, looking back at the mansion and up at him. He'd said he was free, so why would he be here now? "Everything okay?"
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BOT
 — 10/02/2020
Initiative 13 (round 1): Fish (@Fish/Galv/Murzol (h/h))
Fish <108/108 HP>
Fish/Galv/Murzol (h/h) — 10/02/2020
There is a bit of relief as Fish passes out of the thorns. Though the immediate sound of everybody forgetting they are stealthing sends a shiver of murderous intent up their spine. Fish quietly breaks from the group slightly to find some brush and hopefully get a higher vantage point to view the mansion from.
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/02/2020
Fish attempts to try and find a vantage point from which to see the mansion from above, but as they wander through the thick foliage, they quickly discover the mansion is the highest point in the entire area. The bright colors of the forest become far more distracting.

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BOT
 — 10/02/2020
Initiative 8 (round 1): Leafa (@Dani/Leafa (She/Her))
Leafa <158/158 HP>
Dani/Leafa (She/Her) — 10/02/2020
Leafa is...completely fascinated by the sights before and around her. For a moment she just stands and stares in awe before shaking her head. She'd never forget this but there were more important matters at hand.

She looks up at the unfamilar figure of Kassandros, giving a small bow to say hello. Though looking back and forth between Izzy and Vhalias, a very confused expression forms on her face at their opposing reactions. There's a small bit of panic as well. "W-we have to...be careful how we talk right now..." She whispers to them both

Again, will figure that out soon. She steps back a bit to let them talk before closing her eyes. Focusing really hard to see if she could get some sort of arcane connection or lead to Daemin or their current state.
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/02/2020
Kassandros gives a wide grin full of sharp teeth at Vhalias. "Why, dear. I live in the feywilds, I told you that." The smile instantly dies as Izzy yells up, switching to a grunt, and a hand rubbing at his ear. "I didn't want to ever see you all again. And I'm the bad guy, remember? Don't ask me how I'm doing, that's gross." 

Kassandros grunts again, opening his other hand to reveal a chisel that would look very familiar to Vhalias and Izzy.* "I also don't like owing people. So, we'll just say I waited here, knowing someone was going to come looking for Daemin, and wanted to make sure I gave this back." He lazily lets it fall from his fingers, making no measure to actually toss it to someone. "I really hope we never meet again. Enjoy the party."
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/02/2020
Initiative 24 (round 2): Jinöra (@Lion(Fae):Kalamä|Röe|Jin|Rid|Bow)
Jinöra <129/129 HP>
Lion(Fae):Kalamä|Röe|Jin|Rid|Bow — 10/02/2020
seeing she was not addressed & remembering he can’t see her well she’ll get a sly grin across her face with an idea.. she’ll give a sush motion to the party hoping this will lighten the mood a little..

silently she’ll float closer to kassandros hovering around seeing if he makes any motion to follow her movements until she’s about 10ft from him & she’ll say “BOO That’s for scaring the shit out of Norria..”

as she says that almost like lightning she’s wrapped in the coils of Kassandros as they squeeze around now that she’s given her position away 

with her arms squeezed to her chest & a hand by her face she’ll wave awkwardly wave & say a bit winded “hi kassandros... I.. like..  your mushroom”
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/02/2020
Kassandros snarls, wrapping Jinora up and giving them a side glare. But even he can't keep a disgruntled face at their words, a rumbling laugh quickly stamp out as he clears his throat. "But Jinora, that's simply what predators do, scare shaky prey by their mere presence. You're lucky you smell of death, else I would have myself a snack.* 

He glances down at the others. "Though this does make me tempted to ask what you would be willing to exchange for your cheeky friend here." It's obvious he isn't serious, his coils already unfurling to deposit Jinora as far away from him as possible, back towards the ground.
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BOT
 — 10/02/2020
Initiative 21 (round 2): Vhalias (@ro | pea/vhal/arch | t/t)
Vhalias <153/153 HP>
ro | pea/vhal/arch | t/t — 10/02/2020
Vhalias' anger tempers into apathetic annoyance, though Izzy's much more cordial reaction to Kassandros' appearance had them baffled under the surface. Leave it to a Drow to hold a grudge though, they suppose. 

When he produces the all-too-familiar chisel, an eyebrow shoots up. The chisel falls at their feet, and they crouch to pick it up, eyes not leaving Kassandros. "That's awfully... gracious of you, snake. How'd you get this in the first place?"
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BOT
 — 10/02/2020
Initiative 14 (round 2): Izzy (@Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli])
Izzy <121/121 HP>
Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli] — 10/02/2020
In spite of Kassandros' blatant displeasure, Izzy's grin widens broadly. She watches him graciously unfurl Jinora after she snuck up on him, snickering under her breath. Eating aside, she's felt those coils before and is keenly aware of how their grip could become crushing. "Awww, I missed you too, frieeeend!" She looks down at Vhalias with a bemused expression. "Be nice, they have a name. You wouldn't like it if I called you 'elf'. Caterers have to have manners, remember? What a way to talk to someone giving you a present." She gives them a wink and nods at the chisel in their hands. 

"I did. The spike in his chest was a tether. I asked the smith-lady if there was something she had to break it. She gave me that so I gave it to my dearest friiiieeend up there. " She looks back up at Kassandros, leaning ever-so-casually against the mushroom's stem with a slightly more sincere smile. "I wondered why you didn't use it. Made sense afterward." Kassandros had made it clear when he departed. Izzy shrugs. "Worked out in the end, all things considered."
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/02/2020
Kass shrugs, before lifting his lip with a snarl. Crackles of lightning dance down his scales, no longer the spiked weak creature forced to work in the bar. "I am no snake. I am a Storm Naga, and I will have you remember that if I have to."

Though any threat is lost as his face twitches. Izzy continuously calling him friend, over and over. Somehow that was worse. "I just happened to be compelled not to, and keeping it on hand meant I was still indebted to you. Don't look into any further than that, thank you." Kassandros pointedly looked away from the party, grumbling. "Get Daemin back and keep your grudges, if it'll help you feel better."
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BOT
 — 10/02/2020
Initiative 13 (round 2): Fish (@Fish/Galv/Murzol (h/h))
Fish <108/108 HP>
Fish/Galv/Murzol (h/h) — 10/02/2020
Fish hops back to the group seeing that the direction they went was not quite a dead end, but not the direction they need. Having missed the entire bit of Jinora being wrapped up, Fish tilts their head at the Storm Naga, vaguely remembering the face and voice. But seeing everyone just standing around and talking the feathers ruffle out again. Being the only professional here apparently, Fish strikes Vhalias in the thigh with a punch, though it does nothing but maybe feel annoying for a second, hopefully enough to get the drow's attention and signs in thieves cant. "Stop talking to guard, path into house." Very vigorously Fish points towards the tree, clamboring up it until they reach a perch and wait for everyone else.
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BOT
 — 10/03/2020
Initiative 8 (round 2): Leafa (@Dani/Leafa (She/Her))
Leafa <158/158 HP>
Dani/Leafa (She/Her) — 10/03/2020
Leafa blinks a few times, struggling to really understand if Kass is an actual friend or not but shrugs it off. From context clues she can atleast figure out it's okay to not be as on edge with him. Maybe. For a moment she gave a very scary glare as Jinora was wrapped up but as she's released she just nervously laughs along and shifts a bit closer to her. She perks up a bit hearing him mention Daemin before casually pointing a finger to the Storm Naga and sending him a message incase someone else was listening in

Hi! This is the green haired person. Don't think we've met but you remind me of someone so that's pretty cool! But! Uhm! Speaking of getting Daemin back...would..y-you know the best way to do that...or...have any advice? Please? OH and are you coming to the part-you said you never wanted to see us aga-but also we never met so-are we like-what's happening here-uhm-is this impolite? sorry i- The message cuts off as Leafa clears her throat, looking up with an awkward smile and tapping her fingers together somewhat nervously before glancing off to see Fish climb up the tree. Oh! They're already being a scout, smart! She gives them a thumbs up before looking back
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/03/2020
Leafa receives a message back. I'm not even going to ask how you can stutter in your own head. You answered your own questions. I don't know, they're an Archfey, surrounded by Fey who would love to eat him. Make him juicy for all I care.
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BOT
 — 10/03/2020
Initiative 24 (round 3): Jinöra (@Lion(Fae):Kalamä|Röe|Jin|Rid|Bow)
Jinöra <129/129 HP>
Lion(Fae):Kalamä|Röe|Jin|Rid|Bow — 10/03/2020
jinora will laugh a bit as kassandros playfully threatens her.. she’s very comfortable in the situation knowing her capabilities as she’s just glad it got him to laugh a little. 

as she’s on the ground now Jinora will look up & seeing fish trying to get everyone moving she’ll know to keep it short.. “because you gave me a ‘huuug’ & that makes us friends now... can I call you ‘thunder fangs?! Ya know being a storm Naga & all... It’s cool if not but I just thought it could be a cool name... respectfully.” smiling up at him.. she’ll remember this scene so she can draw it later to share.

looking at the spike discerning she could figure it out later or just ask Izzy. She thinks about what Kass is going to do next... maybe this debt wouldn’t have been the only thing to make him wait here this long 
“So what are you going to do now that your free.. I’m sure a nap here would be nice... Your completely free now right?”
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/03/2020
Kassandros looks down at Jinora for a long time. "I'm going to go back to my lake and sleep all day where the only things that come near me get eaten. It's called retirement, and I earned it. Thunder Fangs does have a nice ring to it though."
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/03/2020
Initiative 21 (round 3): Vhalias (@ro | pea/vhal/arch | t/t)
Vhalias <153/153 HP>
ro | pea/vhal/arch | t/t — 10/04/2020
Vhalias looks down at Fish when they punch them in the leg, huffing and turning around to take a few steps away. They're right.

They don't even bother saying anything further to Kassandros, folding their arms as they wait for everyone to finish talking to him. Their foot begins to tap as they mumble to Izzy. "I have plenty of manners. I don't waste them on people who hurt me and mine." It wouldn't bother them any if she were to call them 'elf' either, not that they bother arguing it with her. Far kinder than to just go straight to Drow, and to be honest it'd be warranted anyway. "I'm assuming you want this back, then?"
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BOT
 — 10/04/2020
Initiative 14 (round 3): Izzy (@Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli])
Izzy <121/121 HP>
Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli] — 10/04/2020
"Ooh, I'm lookin'." Izzy's smile widens a bit as she looks up at Kassandros, not believing for an instant that this was some mere whim. He could have fucked off forever and let them try to free Daemin without any help, could have thrown it away the day she gave him the stupid thing. He didn't. He was here. And actions spoke louder than words.

Izzy lets her head list to rest against the stem of the mushroom, looking at Vhalias. "You're valid, but you don't have the whole story. The chisel? Nah. Kassandros' is right, we can use it for Daemin, however the fuck it works anyway. I can take it if you want, or you can hang onto it, doesn't bug me none." Her expression shifts slightly as she looks back up at Kassandros. She opens her mouth... and then closes it, opting for something else. There was work to do. "Thanks for the solid, Kassan. Missed havin' you around." She pushes off from the  mushroom with a little salute and a much more rakish, impish grin. "I'll be in touch~." 

She pops him a little salute off her brow as she backs up, and then pivots on the ball of her foot starting toward the mansion at a slow pace. "Aight, folks, we have a party to cater. Let's get crackin', shall we?"
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/04/2020
Initiative 13 (round 3): Fish (@Fish/Galv/Murzol (h/h))
Fish <108/108 HP>
Fish/Galv/Murzol (h/h) — 10/04/2020
Shaking their head at the rather slow pace, Fish waits a moment. Not understanding anything about the chisel, what storm nagas are, or the argument about calling people snake or elf, it seems like idle chatter to the kenku. Idle chatter getting in the way surveying the mansion. They flip up their hood and skitter a bit further down the branch, scanning through the windows on the second floor and the grounds in an attempt to get a look at what they are working with and what to expect on the inside.
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/04/2020
Fish peeks through the first window they see, and finds their self staring at a mini city. What would be the normal bookcases, desks, and bed are there like any other bedroom, but every surface is covered in the tiniest little houses, greenery and quaint rooftops. They currently see no moment inside, except the gentle swaying of hanging plants, and...are those clouds?

Fish/Galv/Murzol (h/h) — 10/04/2020
"Entry point, quiet, no movement seen, option." They sign down to Vhalias, readying themselves for the go ahead to head for the mansion.
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BOT
 — 10/04/2020
Initiative 8 (round 3): Leafa (@Dani/Leafa (She/Her))
Leafa <158/158 HP>
Dani/Leafa (She/Her) — 10/04/2020
Leafa blinks a few times after getting a message back. She then pouts a bit. She so did not answer her own questions. There were like...six in there somewhere! Maybe. Eh, oh well.

She quietly listens to the test of the conversation, though overtime as she sees Fish is more looking into the mansion than around the group and Izzy is walking towards the mansion, a expression of confusion pops up on her as she realizes she has no idea what the pre-party plan was.

She shuffles beside Vhalias and whispers "S-should...should we...uhm...go over what to do now...like...the plan...did...did I miss-am I forgetting a plan?" Her voice sounds very panicked "S-sorry i-i promise i'll do a bit better with this mission...uhm...in a second..."
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/04/2020
(Feel free to use the private chat among you players to pre-plan! Your welcome to post with the results to keep things going.)
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BOT
 — 10/04/2020
Initiative 24 (round 4): Jinöra (@Lion(Fae):Kalamä|Röe|Jin|Rid|Bow)
Jinöra <129/129 HP>
Lion(Fae):Kalamä|Röe|Jin|Rid|Bow — 10/04/2020
looking up to Kassandros still wondering about his motivations for just a second... they’ve only had small interactions in the tavern before the incident ... when that happened he looked agitated & relieved but also sounded kinda sad.. like he didn’t want it to happen.. like he would have been possibly content being lazy enough to stay knowing people wouldn’t get hurt that way... at least that’s what she thinks on it as she tends to overthink such things.. but if anything resonates with her he seemed to be a victim of spite in someone else’s game & she understands that.. all too well.. noticing she’s the last to go.. she’ll say briefly before she waves good bye & follows suit “I’ll see ya around Thunder Fangs...”saying softer “Stay out of trouble & have fun with that nap! Maybe I’ll sending ya in the future” 

shell turn on her heels to follow floating after the rest of the party “So party time then!?” 

*then looking inquisitively at the chisel.. * “Also if ya don’t mind me asking Izzy, do we need to figure out how that chisel works I could identify it to understand it works if that helps?”
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/04/2020
In the doorway of the mansion, stands two identical creatures. It is easy to see the thick black collars that bind tightly around their neck. 

But they stand with precision, watching quietly as the party heads towards the front door. It is only if they come close enough to they hear the mechanical perfect voices. 

"State your name and business for the demense of Alaneon."

BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/04/2020
Initiative 21 (round 4): Vhalias (@ro | pea/vhal/arch | t/t)
Vhalias <153/153 HP>
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/04/2020
This group is the red square standing in front of the mansion. This is what you can see so far. If anyone takes a tracker out, it will start beeping in the direction of the other trackers.

ro | pea/vhal/arch | t/t — 10/04/2020
Vhalias shakes their head at Izzy. "Nah. I already have one; it'll be more useful if someone else holds onto it." They look up to Fish, signing for him to come down before turning to face the group. "There's no need. Del made them. I've been holding onto one of my own for a while, so of course I brought it, but having another one is an unexpected boon." 

They take their own chisel out briefly, turning them this way and that in their hands. "These chisels can undo the magical binding on a willing target. It has to be applied to the thing that symbolizes for an entire minute, and it is apparently very painful. Whoever wants to carry this cannot have a weak stomach." They look among the group. "I think it should go to whoever of you is more apt to sneak around. My bet is on Fish, but you can decide that amongst yourselves."

They fold their arms, their toe tapping on the ground. "We need to discuss the plan as well. I just realized I never gave you the full report, Fish. That's on me. We don't need to sneak in the normal way, we already have an in as caterers. That's what the wagon was for. Before we go in, though, we need the other team." 

Vhalias takes their tracker out, frowning as the beeping intensifies when they face the mansion. Did they end up around the back? "It looks as though they're on the other side. Maybe the guard can help link us back up."
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/04/2020
Initiative 14 (round 4): Izzy (@Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli])
Izzy <121/121 HP>
Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli] — 10/04/2020
Izzy raises an eyebrow; what could Vhalias have needed a chisel for? Hearing the explanation over again at least solidifies that the smith hadn't been misleading, which was good news. She looks at the tracker they produce, seeing the flashing. Even better, they had made it through their road. Izzy nods at the assertion and claps her hands. "Right. Yes. We're here to cater a party for Alaneon. That was part of the bargain we all struck, presumably." She looks at each person in turn and lowers her voice. "Remember the rules; don't 'give' your name, don't eat or drink anything we didn't bring, don't accept any gifts or deals, don't lie because your word is your bond regardless of your true intentions, be so fucking polite, okay, refer to them as the Fair Folk, not 'fey', and be motherfucking careful of doors. Be on your best behaviour, don't go anywhere alone or at least without telling someone. Recon first, then we can decide how to act. Now." Izzy puts on her most winning smile, full of knife-sharp teeth and  instantly fixed, as if it belonged there. "Biiig smiles, everybody! Customer service time!"

She pivots on her heel, striding up to the guards at the door. As they speak in sync, she gives a sharp, short bow and pulls a small notepad from one of her pouches, along with a tiny pencil. "Good..." Shit, what time was it. Fuck it. "--day, yes, we are one of two groups commissioned by His Most Crowly, Lord Corvus, here to cater to the party for..." She pauses, looking down at the notepad, before back at the two guards. "Alaneon. You may call me Izzy."
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/04/2020
The two creatures wait patiently for anyone to answer their question, making no motion to move or react as they come no closer nor do they announce themselves. 

Until Izzy announces who they are. Suddenly their gears are a flurry of movement, looking at each other, before gesturing sharply. "Caterers coming through the front door? What if a guest sees you?" The both look around in perfect unison, before gesturing sharply with their swords as they open the door. "Get in here before someone catches sight of you. We won't have you sullying Alaneon's good name." The speak in perfect mechanical unison, pointing inside.

The large trunk-like doors open to reveal steps that dip under an archway, sinking into a canal filled with crystal blue waters. Rather than some carved stone devoid of character, the archway above looks like the entrance to a cave, covered in glowing blue lichen that turns the world around them into glittering lights. Sitting at the bottom of the steps are a number of decadent wooden boats, ready to take them down the hallway.

The cave archway continues for 15 feet before it opens on both sides. To the left, is a bank with beautiful stone, and to the right, trees as the water seems to continue with no bank.

BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/04/2020
Initiative 13 (round 4): Fish (@Fish/Galv/Murzol (h/h))
Fish <108/108 HP>
Fish/Galv/Murzol (h/h) — 10/04/2020
Fish grumbles a bit. Going in the front door seemed like a bad idea, that's just asking for a trap. It's going to be a trap. Digging around their bag they look through their things: 5 vials of torpor poison, 5 of drow poison, 7 wyvern poison, 5 smoke bombs, ball bearings, thieves tools, three daggers, 40 bolts, shortsword, that should be enough. They hop down from the tree, landing in the group, and taking the chisel from Vhal. They spin it around in their hand like a dagger for a moment before handing it back. "Daemin your family, you do saving." After a moment they turn to Izzy and their cloak, getting their attention, signing before they go off to the greeters. "Fish hide under the cloak?" With the go ahead, they shuffle under, feet clinging to the tiefling's belt, tucking her cloak over themselves.

Dani/Leafa (She/Her) — 10/04/2020
Leafa does a quick check-over of her own belongings in her bag with a bit too many pockets and pouches attached before nodding to herself. She then stares forward with a blank stare for about five seconds before a welcoming smile pops on her face, her body seeming to relax and hands clasped together in front of her. She gave a small bow to the guards before preparing to go down the steps, waiting for the others to go first before following right behind them
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/04/2020
Initiative 24 (round 5): Jinöra (@Lion(Fae):Kalamä|Röe|Jin|Rid|Bow)
Jinöra <129/129 HP>
Lion(Fae):Kalamä|Röe|Jin|Rid|Bow — 10/05/2020
jinora quickly takes everything in listening to Izzy will & then Vhal about the chisel & again about the plan... putting on there best face as they float forward up until they utterly feel the magic leave them as they approach.. still thankfully able to hold their form at least.

They catch themselves as they fall to the ground but as they take in the aura they just stepped in they get a bad feeling... the plants seemed to still give off some magic but the items she carried & even her connection to the arcane weave around her was blocked.. feeling magically claustrophobic & being without magic in general is like being without air for Jinora. She takes a deep breath hoping to get her composure.. as she flashes a nervous, but big cheesy grin along side Izzy.. she’ll whisper to the group out of the side of her teeth from the big smile “Umm guys just a heads up... we don’t have magic anymore.” 

this is a party.. we are talking.. you’ve done jobs like this way before you could cast, it’ll be fine... she’s very uncomfortable not being able to use magic but she holds her tongue as she panics a little... she’s so used to having magic as a way to assist/bullshit her way through things that now she really just has to rely on the people with her... shell look at the party members around her a bit nervously as she’s now feels useless.. 

hearing the clockwork like guardians speak & talk she’ll be fascinated but that will quickly fade as she’s pointed with swords inside.. she takes a mental picture to remember to draw later. She’ll walk up to  a boat with whomever to go across taking in the scene still quiet but just observing trying to distract her mind with how pretty this hall is “does anyone wanna ride with me?”
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/05/2020
Initiative 21 (round 5): Vhalias (@ro | pea/vhal/arch | t/t)
Vhalias <153/153 HP>
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/05/2020
As everyone gets on the two boats, they look around, seeing no means to power them forward. Suddenly, at the helm of each boat, a creature appears, happily waving. It seems to only speak in Sylvan, for any who can understand. "We will get you on your way, quick quick." A wave of their hand and the boats begin to float down the canal.

In a dazzling display, the canal widens towards the right, creating a dreamscape. What should be indoors, is instead trees on perfectly cultivated islands and peninsulas. Their weeping branches coat the ceiling, draping down and creating a perfect glowing nighttime delight. Though only a 50 by 100ft room, the orchestra of trees and lights reflecting off the water make it seem like a vast forest one could easily get lost in. Or sneak into with a nice guest.

In stark contrast to the canal and natural forest, the throne room on the left is a display in pure open opulence. Perfectly carved pearlescent stone coats the large room from ceiling to floor, with four enormous fountains lining a decadent carpet that leads directly to an enormous throne. Made of pure black metal that shimmered with undulating light, the throne sits on a 5ft pedestal, surrounded by curious rainbow hued mushrooms. To the northwest sits an enormous table covered in food that seems far too saturated to focus on, as if everything glowed with its own light. Fruits, meats and flowers all seemed the wrong color, even though their shapes were recognizable.

Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/05/2020
Next to the throne sits two curious looking elephant like creatures, small and winged. But unlike any elephants you've seen before, these are covered in pure gold fur, resting peacefully next to the creature who sits on the throne. (DC 18 religion check to know what it is.)

Sitting on the throne is a large creature, long legs splayed over a footrest draped in black cloth. Upon seeing the group emerge from the kitchen to their left, as well as the group coming to the shore of the throne room ahead, they stand to their full ten foot height. Glowing white with large wings and shapely horns that wrap down their face and cascade over their chest almost like a necklace, resting over a plume of fluff like feathers on a bare chest. Pure black eyes regard both arrivals, before a soft haunting voice like echoes in an abandoned church ring out through the throne room, clear as day in Common.

"So good of you all to finally arrive. I was wondering if you were to actually show up. I am pleased to make your acquaintance, you may all call me Alaneon, caterers of Corvus. How interesting that you were able to invoke such a name to get here, I must admit, my curiosity got the best of me so I just had to accept."

A winged arm gestures to the table. "So if you truly delight in your offer, you will be the ones helping serve food for my party tonight. Only the most prestigious guests are invited, so I hope you can conduct yourself with good favor."

A foot reaches back, removing the cloth from what Alaneon was using as a footstool. Daemin kneels there, quietly staring at the floor. "And if you please me, I can see it in my heart to allow you all," A chuckle. "As if i did not know who you were, a last goodbye before this criminal is taken to court and tried for their crimes."

A dramatic gasp. "But you all probably don't know what this traitor has done, do you? Mortals and their lies. Tsk tsk. Shall we get started?"

( @Vensis(Fae):Illari/Al/Barns/Tik @Jerald(H/H) Ur/Rol/Psalm/Eimsury @Shae(s/t):El/Marlow/Rin/Mae @Shayra {Es/Maisie/Norria} (S/H) 
Those of the rose group can now add their initiative to this chat. by using the following:
!init add <initiative modifier> <Character name> -hp # 
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BOT
 — 10/05/2020
Ellie was added to combat with initiative 1d20 (9) + 0 = 9.
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 — 10/05/2020
Afhiri was added to combat with initiative 1d20 (10) + 5 = 15.
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 — 10/05/2020
Esmerelda was added to combat with initiative 1d20 (12) + 3 = 15.
ro | pea/vhal/arch | t/t — 10/05/2020
As Vhalias and the others are ushered into Alaneon's throne room, they have the wherewithal to not stare at their opulent surroundings. They watch carefully, silently as Alaneon introduces himself and delivers his grandiose address. There's something comforting in the knowledge that the Archfey enjoy their posturing just as much as mortal nobles do, even if it does come with the threat of an Archfey's power. The ego is much the same.

Then the Archfey's foot lifts the veil shrouding Daemin, and Vhalias' heart drops into their stomach.

They're alive. Thank every fucking god, they're alive. That scared part of Vhalias that had feared the worst dies a little death, as though just the sight of their partner burns away that niggling quiver of doubt and defeatism.

Alaneon's mention of Daemin's crimes rings curiously in their head, but now is hardly the time. They swallow down the ache pulling them toward their partner as they step forward and give a deep, deferent bow.

"We are most grateful for your consideration, Alaneon. You may call me the Velvetine." They continue to speak while bowed. "We will ensure that our group performs with the utmost courtesy tonight. How long do we have until your honored guests arrive?"
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BOT
 — 10/05/2020
Initiative 15 (round 5): Afhiri (@Vensis(Fae):Illari/Al/Barns/Tik)
Afhiri <123/123 HP>
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 — 10/05/2020
Ursu was added to combat with initiative 1d20 (10) - 1 = 9.
Vensis(Fae):Illari/Al/Barns/Tik — 10/05/2020
As Afhiri was situating the mortal food on the table, when in her peripheral she noticed the movement on the far side of the courtroom. Boats floated to a stop and the others filed off stepping into the brilliant room, which she blinked at now that the table wasn't the center of her focus. The food could wait.

Further more the voice that echoed harmonically through the expanse the tall, elegant creature rose up. She looked in a silent awe upon Alaneon listening to his disarming voice. She glanced toward the others gauging their reactions.

This introduction was rather over the top for the caterers. She looked back to Alaneon, brows lifting as he revealed the person beneath the cloth. The one they are supposed to save. This was a dig.

She looked toward Vhalias as they spoke, waiting for the answer about the guests.
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BOT
 — 10/05/2020
Initiative 15 (round 5): Esmerelda (@Shayra {Es/Maisie/Norria} (S/H))
Esmerelda <55/55 HP>
Shayra {Es/Maisie/Norria} (S/H) — 10/05/2020
As she turned from putting the first platter of the mortal food on the table, Es caught sight of Vhalias and the others arriving via...boat? Well, whatever. She sighs in relief. At least they were all together. Even if their emergency exit would no longer work...as long as whatever was dampening the magic was functional, at any rate. She bet that whatever it was, she and Ursu and Leafa could smash it between them. Just let her at it...And then Alaneon starts to speak and she watches, the color slowly draining from her face. This was an Archfey. Beautiful and terrible. And then she sees Daemin. It takes all the training she has had from Oberon and Singol to control her expression, but she is filled with rage. How dare he? How dare he treat Daemin worse than a dog? She hastens back into the kitchen to get more of the food, so she doesn't betray herself.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/05/2020
Initiative 14 (round 5): Izzy (@Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli])
Izzy <121/121 HP>
Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli] — 10/05/2020
However Izzy expected Alaneon to look or sound, it wasn't this. This was much closer to the fey she knew back home; Daemin was very mundane looking by comparison, familiar save for the fact they were quite literally under Alaneon's boot. The smile does not twitch or falter from it's position on Izzy's face. She bows with a flourish, standing beside Vhalias. Rage boils in her gut, but she bides her time. Vhalias keeping it together certainly helps. They ask the question about the guests, but Izzy doesn't miss the prompt. How was Daemin possibly a traitor? This could be vital. She bows, wary of the little kenku beneath her cloak and trying not to dislodge them, still smiling. 

"If it pleases Your Radiance, we would be very inclined to hear your word on the matter," The tiefling replies smoothly, tone carefully clipped as she straightens, looking up at the creature, trying not to look at Daemin.
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BOT
 — 10/05/2020
Initiative 13 (round 5): Fish (@Fish/Galv/Murzol (h/h))
Fish <108/108 HP>
Fish/Galv/Murzol (h/h) — 10/05/2020
Without the sights of the shifting landscape, Fish grows a bit bored on the boat ride. They close their eyes, focusing on their hearing to get the vaguest ideas of the immediate surroundings. From the echoes it seems they had entered some sort of large room or cavern given sounds didn't echo back. The sudden shift of Izzy almost takes Fish by surprise, but they quietly dismount, hitting the ground without a sound. Fish continues to conceal themselves behind Izzy's legs and cloak. For the briefest of moments their mind starts doing the math, from the sound of the voice, the echoing around, the aloof attitude.....there's a chance here. The hand begins to reach for the hand cross bow before pulling back. Nope, not assassin job, extraction job. They remain motionless behind the tiefling, read to move when they do.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/05/2020
Initiative 9 (round 5): Ellie (@Shae(s/t):El/Marlow/Rin/Mae)
Ellie <72/72 HP>
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/06/2020
Daemin was added to combat with initiative 1d20 (13) + 3 = 16.
Shae(s/t):El/Marlow/Rin/Mae — 10/06/2020
With Ursu situated and the platter set down, Ellie continues to add little garnishes to the plates as she takes in the rest of the room fully. Her eyes sparkle excitedly at the sight of the Hollyphant, a creature she's only ever read about, but her gaze lingers warily on the collar around its neck. She breathes a sigh of relief seeing the others arrive but before she can remark on it, the haunting voice of Alaneon captures her attention fully. In stark contrast to the last Archfey she was in the presence of, Alaneon's radiance is almost enough to distract her from just how dangerous they surely are. And then she sees Daemin.

The usual cheerful expression on her face steels for the briefest moment. Worry builds in her chest and she instinctually goes to message Daemin, to let them know the group is there to save them, that everything is going to be alright. But the familiar warmth of her magic doesn't manifest, of course, reminding her all she can do right now is keep her thoughts to herself, and the sprig of lavender in her hands falls victim to her frustration instead.

Vhalias and Izzy seem to have the talking handled (sweet Sune, she can't even fathom how Vhalias must feel right now), so for the moment she focuses on what she can do; look busy and listen. While their true intentions were known they still had  to play the part to make this work. Back straight, flashing the sweetest smile she can muster, and tail still flicking with agitation at her ankles, Ellie turns to Afhiri and Ursu. 

"I think this platter would look better over here, what do you think? Let's switch them and see. Zephyr, I trust your judgement. I'm going to give Daughter of Jaelle a hand with the rest of the wagon, shouldn't be but one more trip through." She heads back into the chaos of the kitchen to do just that, trailing not far behind Es.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/06/2020
Initiative 9 (round 5): Ursu (@Jerald(H/H) Ur/Rol/Psalm/Eimsury)
Ursu <84/84 HP>
Jerald(H/H) Ur/Rol/Psalm/Eimsury — 10/06/2020
Ursu had finally managed to make himself grounded, getting a bit use to the flying spell which had been accidentally bestowed upon him. However, as he did so he looked about at the throne room. So much of this place defied any sort of expectation and while he was more than well trained to keep focus on the mission despite this, he would be lying if he said that it wasn't unfortunate he didn't get to see more of this place under better circumstances. His want to explore, even in this building, was buzzing in his head.

He saw the Hollyphant and his eyes widened a bit. A thing of storybooks. Never in all of Midrei had such a creature existed aside from in texts, but now he saw two of them next to the... The throne. He saw the figure perched upon it and could only surmise that was indeed the individual of conversation. Immense was definitely a word that came to mind with all that surrounded them, but also just from their own presence in the room. Along with that he saw the others and felt a great deal of relief move through him. They were all together again more or less.

He listened carefully as he continued to make himself appear busy. The idea of conducting himself with the best manners did not bother Ursu, he was quite familiar with the pomp of nobility and felt there were many similarities shared here with few differences, but what did bother him was holding onto that demeanor as he saw Daemin revealed. He kept his face stone still as he looked at his friend, but there was a great deal in his mind. Oh how he wished they did not have to move on a thin wire, so to speak, for he had many thoughts of how he would like to handle this situation. Hearing Izzy and Vhalias address Alaneon, Ursu just watched. He was already making plans in his head to share what they knew about the device keeping magic suppressed. He nods to Ellie as she goes to help Es.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/06/2020
Initiative 8 (round 5): Leafa (@Dani/Leafa (She/Her))
Leafa <158/158 HP>
Dani/Leafa (She/Her) — 10/06/2020
Feeling her magic waver was surprisingly an afterthought for Leafa, as the boat had traveled down the water and a kaleidoscopic blur of beautiful colors and nature filled her vision, she was much more captivated by the sights that remained edged in her memory. For a single moment, she nearly forgot how tense the situation really was. For the first time everything was delightfully foreign too her, but she loved it. In honesty it was how she felt the moment they entered the thorn road.

But that moment didn't last long, because in a few seconds they were off the boats and in the presence of an Archfey, which quickly brought Leafa back to reality once they began to speak. Especially when Daemin's state was revealed to them. A part of her relaxed a bit, weirdly enough she had expected worse. But that doesn't mean a flurry of violent thoughts didn't run through her mind, mixed with the many, many others there. Despite it, she simply maintained a calm and happy expression, clasping her hands in front of her again as she bowed. For a moment, with her thoughts overwhelming her, she zoned out with that same expression, missing most of what was being said before blinking a few times and returning. It was as if she had tunnel-vision, she just wanted to make things right

She then finally noticed the other group had been setting a table, making her relax even more. They were okay. Thank goodness. Seeing Es and Ellie go back, seemingly to the cart, a bit of worry ran through her. She promised to keep Es safe, and they were already apart for a while. Plus with the added concern if it only being the two left alone...she gave another bow 
"If I may excuse myself."
She then made her way to follow the two into the kitchen and help them with the cart as well if she's allowed to leave
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/06/2020
Alaneon waited, watching each and every face carefully as Daemin was revealed. As if waiting to see if any of them would show their hand in the demesne of an Archfey and allow him to dispense with the formalities of being a proper host. But none did, introducing themselves or just staring to be in his presence. In the glory that was their perfectly cultivated home. 

A foot lifted and reached back, tapping Daemin gently. "You may stand and look pretty beside my throne Daemin. I am benevolent enough to give you some enjoyment before your sentencing."

"Radiance? Well now, aren't you a creature after a folk's heart?" Alaneon does not bow back at any of them, but suddenly their wings open, giving a slight twirl. Hands out for all those who would leave his presence without permission. "You have asked a most excellent question my dear. In fact, the most important one of the night. The guests will arrive shortly, as all will do upon my calling." 

Another shift, their voice seeming to ripple along the walls and ceiling above them. "But, since your mortal curiosity has moved my heart," Alaneon ran a wing under Daemin's chin, forcing them to look up and at their fellow people. "I will tell you exactly what crime this traitor has committed." The wing retreats, and Alaneon spreads his hands out to everyone.

"Though it may not concern you, dear mortals, the King of Spring in the City of Seasons was ...dare I say, ruined by some awful mortal. Destroyed in their own home, their power and position dashed to the rocks in careless hate." A dramatic wing lifts. "To have a seat left empty without power is perilous, and to think some mortal threw our world into turmoil, obviously the perpetrator needed to be apprehended."

Alaneon whirls, pointing at Daemin with a sudden fury. "That perpetrator being the very patronee of one former Archfey!
Bound to Daemin, and then the moment they run off to become mortal, to shun the Archfey life, suddenly, one of the most prestigious Archfey, the King himself, is struck down by someone who works for you. It was I, Alaneon, who discovered these terrible facts. I did not want to believe them. But, I cannot deny, The King of Spring, Resaurorio was the one who orchestrated Daemin's stipulations for abandoning us, and they were suitably harsh."

Alaneon sighs. Suddenly his voice hit a crescendo, ringing through the air with a sharp clarity that raised the hairs on one’s skin. “The evidence is all there that you used your warlock to enact petty revenge and destroy the King of Spring! Unleashing a magical tree upon the City and wreaking havoc upon our world and the people within. And for that, Daemin must be tried and sentenced!”

Alaneon spread his wings, taking a large breath before all their feathers settled. “I admire your desire to save one of your own, I really do.” A heartfelt hand pressed to his breast. “But with my evidence, they are beholden to stand trial. Unless you perhaps have some proof otherwise?” If not, you best get to the tables. I will be summoning the guests.”

If a mask like face could look any more smug, Alaneon would still find a way to beat them as he stood there proudly.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/06/2020
Initiative 24 (round 6): Jinöra (@Lion(Fae):Kalamä|Röe|Jin|Rid|Bow)
Jinöra <129/129 HP>
Lion(Fae):Kalamä|Röe|Jin|Rid|Bow — 10/06/2020
jinöra taking everything in... the boat ride, the cute celestial elephant things.. and then... the absolutley magnificent archfey. 

she listens intently to their introduction & then as they reveal daemin... she keeps a professional smile on her face but is internally absolutley freaking out. She’s seen Fey be possessive of people but even this hit on some of her old memories... 

standing still aside the boat as to not draw attention as Alaneon continues on their case against Daemin.. knowing Fey can’t lie, the gears in her head turn taking away the nervousness for just a second as she forgets she doesn’t have magic, but as they finish the case, having no context for this... & no magic. She begins feeling very claustrophobic.. she’ll question to herself is this something lotus is wrapped up in too? Trying to get some grasp of the situation with the minimal to no information she knows about this case.. taking a shallow breath she remembers all she can do right now is serve drinks & smile.. she can at least do that... Right!? Even if she needs a small drink to herself first she can at least do a good job at that so she’s not utterly useless... 

taking a small bow to excuse herself she will make her way to the kitchen to begin preparing drinks the only thing she can think of to be helpful before guest arrive. She’ll give a quick look to Vhal & Izzy as she heads that way
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BOT
 — 10/06/2020
Initiative 21 (round 6): Vhalias (@ro | pea/vhal/arch | t/t)
Vhalias <153/153 HP>
ro | pea/vhal/arch | t/t — 10/06/2020
'The patronee of one former Archfey'.

He couldn't possibly... He doesn't mean Cas, does he? Gods, what happened while Cas was gone?

shit fuck godsdammit fucking piss fuck shit

Vhalias panics for the span of a breath, inwardly screaming and praying it only shows as being cowed by the Archfey's vocal fervor. Is Alaneon trying to suss out Cas' whereabouts? Daemin doesn't even have their own warlocks anymore, but Cas still has ties to the Court... 

Gods, they wish Arkmir were here, for all of a second. But no.

They take a deep breath, smoothing their voice and nerves. "Your Eminence, if you could forgive me my curiosity... Might we see the evidence you have gathered? Even as one of... close confidence with Daemin, I was under the impression that they have no warlocks. I was there the day they returned from paying the price of their severance, and have heard no mention since of any pacts they still hold." They begin to hazard a glance at Daemin, before thinking better of it lest they show more of their hand than their words already have, and look back to Alaneon.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/06/2020
Initiative 16 (round 6): Daemin (@Juan [Dae/Dubi/Craig/Gor] (H/H))
Daemin <122/122 HP>
Juan [Dae/Dubi/Craig/Gor] (H/H) — 10/06/2020
From the moment Daemin stepped through the portal, compelled to follow by the magics in the spike, their life had been a living hell. Being the literal footstool of Alaneon, the piece of scum, Daemin has dreaded their possibilities of ever seeing home again... At nights, they would stay awake, wishing for either the death of the dreaded Archfey that has always tormented their life the minute they joined the Court, or even the end of their own, knowing that there are  ways to bring them back... there's always a loophole for everything, right?
When Alaneon mentioned that there was to be a feast this day, Daemin dreaded it, for they knew that they were going to be presented like a trophy to the others in attendance. However... there was nothing that would have alerted them to see all of them... Izzy, General Ursu, Miss Esmeralda, Ella, and even others that they did not have the pleasure of getting to know from the Nexus. When Daemin's eyes laid on their Lovely, it was more than Daemin can do to not try and scream for them to run from this place, knowing that they were in the most danger out of all of them. The aching pain slowly begins to creep as their thoughts begin to cross their mind, slowly awakening the magic infused within the spike. Daemin looks down at the floor, concentrating on something else so that the spike becomes dormant again.
As Daemin is allowed to stand next to Alaneon, the words the Archfey say next, about the trial slam into them for the first time. Their thoughts whirl, as their mouth tightens into a straight line."Patronee of mine? All of my pacts became null and void when I rescinded my seat! Cas? Would never do such a thing, they're on thin ice as it is. Metaphys? Happily living in a castle with his new lover. The rest? Found new Archfey to follow, there's n-" Daemin's train of thought haults abruptly. Archfey never lie. "There has to be some sort of technicality that this featherbed is using... Who is a warlock who just so happ-" Daemin's mind's eye narrows. " So that's the trip you took to the Feywilds Hassan?! I swear, if I get out of here, I am going to make sure you get in SERIOUS trouble with Sene!" Mouth still forming a straight line, Daemin looks again at everyone, knowing they can't say a word unless Alaneon commands it, pleading with their eyes to stay strong to anyone who they make eye contact with.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/06/2020
Initiative 15 (round 6): Afhiri (@Vensis(Fae):Illari/Al/Barns/Tik)
Afhiri <123/123 HP>
Vensis(Fae):Illari/Al/Barns/Tik — 10/06/2020
"Of course. I think you're right." Afhiri nodded with a smile to Ellie and helped move platters around, turning them in place to make sure they looked the most appetizing, which honestly wasn't hard for her. This kind of spread was not known back home. They ate well enough, but decadence was reserved for the Dragon Kingdom.

Alaneon continued his show, a subtle parade of his prisoner. The very bravado of this creature prickled at the back of Afhiri's senses. There was no way that this trial could be so one sided? Correct? This archfey was continuing to poke and prod for weakness, an emotional reaction from anyone present. He knew what they were here for, flaunting the knowledge openly. He felt comfortable, this could come in handy.

She couldn't help but look over her shoulder at Vhalias as they spoke. Close confidence? She noted to stay as far from them as possible tonight, they might have painted a target on their chest in those words, especially with the Lord of the house stating he knew who they were.

Taking a deep breath she looked up at Ursu, who looked to be turning over ideas in his head, then to the servants door to the kitchen, calmly waiting for the others to come back with the last platters.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/06/2020
Initiative 15 (round 6): Esmerelda (@Shayra {Es/Maisie/Norria} (S/H))
Esmerelda <55/55 HP>
Shayra {Es/Maisie/Norria} (S/H) — 10/06/2020
Es hesitates at the door to the kitchen, hearing Alaneon enumerate the charges against Daemin. Sounds like a trumped up kangaroo court thing to her. She ducks around the kitchen help as she makes her way back to the storage room. Thank Tyr, she made it back without betraying her emotions. She scoots in next to the wagon and grips the side with all her strength. Tyr, give me the courage to go on with this! She hears Ellie coming up behind her and carefully releases the wagon side. 

Turning to Ellie, she says, "Ellie, can you help me put my braid up? I probably ought to have it out of the way if I am serving these....folk." She rummages in her side pouch and pulls out a brightly colored string, one of the two she uses to tie her hematites to her hands when meditating "Maybe use this? And...is my armor all right? It's not scuffed or anything?" She looks down, and notes that it doesn't seem as...bright...as it usually is. And with a catch in her throat, she realizes that...neither does her father's sword. She whips the shield around. Nope. It's also lost that faint glow that she knew came from the magic Del said dwelt within it. If this person has permanently harmed Dad's stuff, she...is just going to have to accept it. She grinds her teeth in frustration. Oberon? Why did I have to come again? Corvus? I paid that awful price for...this?
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/06/2020
Initiative 14 (round 6): Izzy (@Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli])
Izzy <121/121 HP>
Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli] — 10/06/2020
Izzy watches the way Alaneon moves, noting the carefully crafted drama of their presentation, throwing bold gestures in a way she was sure he had practiced beforehand. It would make quite a show in court she was sure. His voice alone was enough to send a ripple of a chill up her spine. She listens, brow slightly furrowed in puzzlement. What the fuck was this guy talking about. The only warlock she was aware of connected to the tavern at all was Hassan, and that was back in the Craig days. She squints slightly but the beaming smile remains, ever fixed.

She bows again, taking a few steps back from the throne on the dais. She felt Fish alight a minute or so before, but was purposefully not looking for them, so to not attract attention.

"What could a mere mortal know compared to your gifts of deduction?" Izzy replies breezily, carefully edging around the truth with a non-answer. "I will confer with the other staff to ensure the event goes off without a hitch. I'm sure it will be truly memorable, Your Radiance." Izzy backs up a few more paces until she's far enough from the throne. She casts a WIDE smile at those from the Nexus still in view that does not touch her eyes. 'We need to talk.' It says.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/07/2020
Initiative 13 (round 6): Fish (@Fish/Galv/Murzol (h/h))
Fish <108/108 HP>
Fish/Galv/Murzol (h/h) — 10/07/2020
Fish looks around Izzy's legs trying to keep their beak from poking out as much as possible to get a look at Alaneon. ......From everything they could pick up the Archfey wasn't faking any of the blustering, though it did begin to bore Fish after a few sentences. They spot the kitchen and people filtering back into it. Looks like that was to be the base of operations for this job. They look to the group and see the tension rising in Vhalias, probably best to get this moving as fast as possible and get out of here rather than risk that tension boiling over. From behind the cloak of the tiefling they sneak a punch to Vhalias thigh again, pointing towards the kitchen before looking up at them and signing from behind Izzy hiding from the Archfey. "Get to kitchen, move out of here, need to reorganize."
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/07/2020
Initiative 9 (round 6): Ellie (@Shae(s/t):El/Marlow/Rin/Mae)
Ellie <72/72 HP>
Shae(s/t):El/Marlow/Rin/Mae — 10/07/2020
Alaneon's sharp, melodic voice ringing throughout the throne room is only slightly muffled by the clatter and shouts of the kitchen as Ellie follows Es with intense focus on the path in front of her, a million things running through her mind. Es's request snaps her out of her thoughts and she smiles. "Oh! Definitely yes. Actually," she glances between the ribbon and Es's braid, "I may have a better solution, hold still a moment.. Uhm. Also do you mind crouching down a smidge?"

She pulls a few hair pins from her pocket holding them between her teeth as she undoes Es's braid and starts sectioning it to make two instead, deft fingers weaving her hair in the familiar pattern rather quickly as she has done dozens if not hundreds of times for her mother between sets when they used to perform. She examines Es's armor as she works. "I think your armor looks fine, love, I do wonder however if we should have secured uniforms or something like that. A little late for that now, probably, though maybe I could fashion something small..." she trails off as Jinora and Leafa enter the kitchen, already tying the two half-braids together with the ribbon and beginning to pin the rest of hair into a low bun. A bit messier job than usual having to work quickly but much easier than having to push one big braid out of the way. 

"Oh! Perfect, we should be able to get everything back in one trip then. How are you two faring?" She lowers her voice as they approach, eyes darting around at the kitchen staff warily. Obviously she knows there are far more important elements to worry about than matching uniforms, but without her usual form of private communication she hesitates to speak plainly as they regroup.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/07/2020
Initiative 9 (round 6): Ursu (@Jerald(H/H) Ur/Rol/Psalm/Eimsury)
Ursu <84/84 HP>
Jerald(H/H) Ur/Rol/Psalm/Eimsury — 10/07/2020
The way that Alaneon commanded Daemin with the tap of the foot to his back... the condescending use of the term 'mortals'... Such indignities made Ursu's blood boil. He was careful with his reaction though. He did not let it take him away, instead listening to the accusations placed against Daemin. The King of Spring. City of Seasons. These were terms he had heard before, and he could very much pinpoint where he had heard of them from. This paired with the mentioning of warlock as Daemin's patronee...

Pieces were fitting together, and as they did, Ursu could not help but feel that the treatment of Daemin was even more unjust, it all seemed like an obvious act of spite as he heard there were those who held grudges against him. Sure, maybe Alaneon wasn't lying about evidence, but it did not mean anything held weight. At least, not in any recognizable form in his realm, he wasn't quite sure what could convict one in spaces such as this.

Vhalias was the first to ask of evidence, and if such information, aside from the tenuous connection of one Hassan to Daemin, could be given, it might greatly help their efforts. Either way he watched as Jinora darted into the kitchen as Izzy steps back from the thrown, giving a smile that Ursu reads loud and clear. He gives another look at Daemin, one with a sort twinge to it. This was going to be a hard party to get through civilly. He stepped back towards the kitchen door, but waited to pass through, lettings the Arch Fey answer to the question of evidence first.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/07/2020
Initiative 8 (round 6): Leafa (@Dani/Leafa (She/Her))
Leafa <158/158 HP>
Dani/Leafa (She/Her) — 10/07/2020
As Leafa made her way through the kitchen, she could only make sense of a few muffled statements by Alaneon. Barely a n y of it made sense, but in her mind the only conclusion she could come to was that a lot of it was formed on biased resentment from a one-sided story. But that didn't matter, her own opinion on fair folk's justice system and resolves wouldn't help here.

As Ellie spoke to her and Jinora, she gave a tiny wave, lowering her voice as well in response "As good as can be...Just gotta keep up face, are you both okay?" Her gaze darted around a bit before focusing on Es and noticing the re-done style into a braid and bun. For a moment an actual smile came on her face and she gave her a thumbs up before pausing and reaching back to feel her own hair that she'd put in a messy pony tail before hand, and it'd only grown even more undone. Whoops. She glances at her bag for a second and remembers why she brought a change of clothes. "How...important do you think it is for us to present ourselves...fancy?"
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/07/2020
Initiative 24 (round 7): Jinöra (@Lion(Fae):Kalamä|Röe|Jin|Rid|Bow)
Jinöra <129/129 HP>
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/07/2020
Alaneon tilts their head shape, regarding the creature who speaks up. They wanted to see the evidence that they had collected? Suddenly, a sound like a bell cracking as it was rung shot through the room, Alaneon flaring out a wing as they doubled over in laughter. "You are asking me, to give you my evidence of this? Show it to those who would lie and steal Daemin back? Dear me, no. The evidence I've gathered is for the court's eyes only, and I will not have any mortal or Archfolk getting in my way in doing so."

The cracks in their voice settled. "I'm not surprised you're confused. Firstly, I said former patronee. And secondly, I don't expect you to know too much about a Forty Thieving King, it is kind of their job description. You didn't even know a crime had even occurred, in what arrogant little world did you think you'd know these details as well?"

The silence from the others was striking. So, this one was a close confidant of Daemin. Clooose. Alaneon glanced back at Daemin, seeing how hard he stared. "Daemin, are you keeping secrets from your lovers again? We told you this was why you were never fit to be an Archfolk." Alaneon tsk'd loudly three times, shaking their head.

They gesture to the others who look uncertain that they are free to start heading for the kitchen to prepare. The faster they were out of the way of where the real guests were to arrive, the better. And then the overly pompous bowing catches his attention. Depthless orbs narrow as the tall redhead begins to talk.

They're teasing him, and nervous. They know what he is talking about. The small elven one was genuinely confused, but this one, they know things. The others looked out of their depths as well. Watching, seeing a person used to talking their way out of problems, used to silver tongued words to trick and play with their targets. Alaneon knew this kind well. "You flatter me so expertly, I will reward you thusly. You can run the table, right here. Head caterer. All Night."
One last gesture of his wing, a demanding jerk they finish in the kitchen quickly and get back to the tables, ready to serve.
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/07/2020
For any who go into the kitchen:
A brightly colored kitchen explodes with sounds and movement, glittering sprinkles and flying objects screaming in every direction. A large creature made of bones and spikes yells out in guttural words, seeming to orchestrate this flying cacophony that blurs the air around the colorful tiles and three enormous stoves going at full bore. A storage room filled with straw and all kinds of containers, buckets, and shelves stuffed with food sits open between the kitchen and what turns into servant’s quarters.

Lion(Fae):Kalamä|Röe|Jin|Rid|Bow — 10/07/2020
entering the kitchen jinora will follow after Leafa leaning against a counter when they find one that is close.. the gears still spinning in her head she'll give Es & Ellie a nod as she ponders all the information she just took in still trying to understand... shell respond to Ellie saying "Hi, its good to see you all in one peace...umm... im doing.. ya know!?" 

says it with a worried smile thats very quickly followed by the next statement as she realizes they are not alone seeing the flying objects & bone creature which she's somewhat intrigued by "You ready to serve the party!? This is going to be wonderful!?" she says it with a big grin swinging her arm to emphasize the subtle sarcasm laced with an ideally optimistic tone 

looking to Leafa saying "I think that might be wise.. although these are the finest robes I have I hope they are ok for this..."

she looks to the cart with the mixers/drinks they brought to serve the party with.. as she does before every event she's ever helped serve.. she pours herself a little shot to simply taste to make sure the drinks didn't spoil during the journey & that everything is up to par.. she continues thinking as she gathers things to carry trying to look & stay busy... that was a lot of information the archfey gave.. however hollow those accusations might be there is some truth to them even if they are stretched... I mean being in the abode of the archfey surely they might have some information about the accusations or information that could be vital to gain as possible leverage or something to have a better hand than the cards they have been delt.

hearing Izzy be called out shell almost choke as Izzy is read like a book... this night is getting more & more interesting.. still in thought waiting for more of the group to gather shell braid her hair as she thinks & after braiding her hair into a braided crown of sorts shell try to look busy gathering more supplies to take for the party.

Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/07/2020
Seeing there are now four people who just walked through the kitchen and more were on the way, just mulling about and talking, the creature made of bone suddenly lets out a noise that feels like nails scraping a chalkboard. An enraged voice echoes in everyone's head, even those heading for the kitchen, as if making sure the PSA was available for all before someone get themselves hurt. "If you are not cooking, stay the FUCK out my kitchen. Your shit's in storage, stay in there, don't dare pither in my kitchen and gossip." That wicked bone tail smacks the wall with the sound of bone cracking stone, a jarring sound, before the telepathic voice continues to order the pixies around, putting together the final pieces.

To the west of the kitchen lies the storage room, and the southern wall of the storage room has a set of double doors that are slightly ajar.

ro | pea/vhal/arch | t/t — 10/07/2020
What an absolute, utter bitch. As much as they have no respect for the justice system of their own home, it galls Vhalias to see how determined this beast is not to even grant Daemin a proper defense. One day Vhalias will delight in hearing of Alaneon being given a taste of his own medicine, knowing something of Corvus' opinion of him. One day.

But for now? For now, it's Vhalias' turn to do what they do best. 

"Why, Alaneon," Vhalias begins, honey-sweet and placating. Oh, how they wish to see what this overgrown goose's tendons look like, but they know the part they must play. "As I have said, we will perform in utmost courtesy for your and your guests. We know better than to lie to someone so powerful as yourself, nay, to any of the Fair Folk."

One of the Forty Thieving Kings? In the Nexus? Working for Daemin? Hmm... That gives Vhalias a lot to go on, but nothing concrete. Rasi and Aza certainly have a lot of power, but they never leave the Tavern. Septimus was too kindhearted to take anything without asking first. Who the fuck is it?

Izzy's look is encouraging... And then their hope is dashed as Alaneon catches on. Dammit. If Izzy is going to be stuck by Alaneon's side all night, there goes their chance at being read in.

They finally meet Daemin's eyes, unreadable but fleeting. To see him like this... cold and blue, helpless and pleading... It only served to fuel their fire.

They bow their head before the tremble in their jaw becomes visible. "By your leave, Lord Alaneon." 

Turning on their heel, Vhalias strides with purpose for the kitchen. They don't stop, don't speak to anyone until they reach an unobstuctive corner, and take their change of clothes out of their bag. Balling it up in their fist, they press the wad of fabric to their mouth to muffle the scream they let loose into it.

Vensis(Fae):Illari/Al/Barns/Tik — 10/08/2020
Of course he wasn't going to give his evidence, the trial had nothing to do with them. They were being too direct while the Archfey was confident, he had all the right to act as he did, he was being given ammunition in this case. And a hand was shown, listening to Alaneon command that Izzy stay at the table all night long wasn't promising. She placed her hands behind her back.

Afhiri, once Alaneon dismissed them, bowed and turned on a heel to head for the kitchen. He was baiting them and having watched Vhalias walk by as they had she felt it was working. 

She slid through the kitchen, doing what she knew wouldn't disrupt the fair folk working and went straight to the wagon to regroup.

"I understand many languages. I will stay with the party. I may be able to glean something from those attending. Perhaps someone doesn't like our Host. The maze needs to be taken care of..." Walking up to the others at the wagon and speaking in hushed tones.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/08/2020
Initiative 15 (round 7): Esmerelda (@Shayra {Es/Maisie/Norria} (S/H))
Esmerelda <55/55 HP>
Shayra {Es/Maisie/Norria} (S/H) — 10/08/2020
"Whoever goes to the maze, know that there is a dark haired elf 'groundskeeper' who is actually an agent of the Arena," Es whispers. "They may speak to you in your mind, don't get freaked out." 

She watches Vhalias and sympathizes. She feels like screaming as well, she just doesn't have anything to muffle it. "I...will stay with the party. I won't understand a thing, but I certainly can keep my eyes open and indicate if anything looks interesting to try to listen to."

Mentally, she tries reaching out to Themis/Grell again Themis, if you can hear me, we have people who will be trying to take care of that antimagic thing in the maze. If you can help...please do?

Sighing, having no other reason to stay by the wagon and not wanting to irritate Large Bone Dude any further, she grabs one of the last platters of food and starts to make her way through the busy kitchen, hoping she can dodge as well as she did before
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/08/2020
Initiative 14 (round 7): Izzy (@Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli])
Izzy <121/121 HP>
Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli] — 10/08/2020
The smile on Izzy's face tightens at the corners at the instruction, pupils contracting as she takes a sharp breath through her nose. Though she doesn't otherwise react outwardly, inside? She screams.

Oh, how she screams.

The four second stunned pause ends abruptly as she bows again. "That is indeed a reward." 'you mother fucker,' she does not add. It certainly was a reward. "I will return quickly to where I am needed most." Izzy manages smoothly, still smiling even though she's pretty freaken sure she can taste blood right now. Standing up straight, she walks calmly to the kitchen.

The instant the door closes, she takes a quick glance around the room-- was that a friggin demon? Devil? Whatever, it had a collar. She rushes to the storage room, hissing a strained laugh through her clenched smile as she looks at the people still in the room. "Weeell. I know where I'm at tonight." She exhales a sigh, raking a hand through her curly hair as she looks at everyone. "It's fine, its fine, I can work with this. I'll leave it to you all. Whatever is blocking the magic needs to be torn down. Once we have that, we can communicate." A slow, much more sincere grin blooms over her bone-white skin as Izzy realizes the situation she has been inadvertently placed in. "Ohhh, this'll be fun..."

"We also need evidence to prove Alaneon doesn't have a case. He's suspicious as hell of me now and wants me close, I know what might have happened with this King of Spring thing, but if he knows what it is, he can refute it. We need to call his character into question. Those that can, do a bit of digging. Others, talk to guests, ask about... Fuckor. Alawhatever. And talk to that... bone buddy. Why does he have a collar and the other pixie thingies don't? Alright, go team. Onetwothree BREAK."
She takes a couple of the more impressive dishes from the wagon and leaves the storage room with a broad smile, weaving with surprising nimbleness for someone so tall between the rushing kitchen staff and out the door. Beaming, she sets the dishes on the head table and stands near it with her hands clasped at the small of her back. Ready to serve.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/08/2020
Initiative 13 (round 7): Fish (@Fish/Galv/Murzol (h/h))
Fish <108/108 HP>
Fish/Galv/Murzol (h/h) — 10/08/2020
Unaware they have already been spotted, Fish does their best to keep up the ruse of hiding by following closely behind Izzy’s gait.

Finally, once in the kitchen they shuffle out from behind it and look to the group. For sake of ease; the Kenku climbs up onto a nearby barrel to more properly look between everyone. Evidence and intel, that’s something Fish can do.

They snap a few times to get attention, not having the voice to speak up. The bird looks towards Vhalias. “Let’s get evidence, can check back later, you and Fish quietest. Easy in, easy out.” They grin as best a bird can.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/08/2020
Initiative 9 (round 7): Ellie (@Shae(s/t):El/Marlow/Rin/Mae)
Ellie <72/72 HP>
Shae(s/t):El/Marlow/Rin/Mae — 10/08/2020
"I don't think we need to worry about looking too fancy, just presentable. We don't want to upstage any of the gue-" Ellie jumps at the demand from the head cook echoing in her head. "Guests. Okay." She finishes Es's hair just as the others join them in the storage room to regroup, her attention turning first to Vhalias with concern before doing her best to follow Izzy's explanation. She nods, weighing the options for her place in the plan.

"I will also stay at the party, eyes and ears open. Without...well, it's what I can do for now!" She flashes a genuine smile at the group, taking what she can feasibly carry from the wagon and braving the journey back to the throne room to finish setting up and get into place.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/08/2020
Initiative 9 (round 7): Ursu (@Jerald(H/H) Ur/Rol/Psalm/Eimsury)
Ursu <84/84 HP>
Jerald(H/H) Ur/Rol/Psalm/Eimsury — 10/08/2020
Ursu should've know better than to expect evidence or anything of the sort to be shared. Suppressing a groan he gives a bow upon being dismissed and heads into the kitchen, moving through to the storage room. He sees the others and listens in. He could feel the tenseness that sat in the air.  After listening to Izzy's instructions, Ursu let's the others know about the connection that was forming in his head about the Warlock and patronee in question, any information helped he presumed.

"I will volunteer myself as one of those heading to the maze when we're able to. I feel that would be where I would be best utilized."
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/08/2020
Initiative 8 (round 7): Leafa (@Dani/Leafa (She/Her))
Leafa <158/158 HP>
Dani/Leafa (She/Her) — 10/08/2020
Leafa nods to Es as she mentions the Arena agent, showing she knew what she meant "I'll go to the maze too then...i-i've...studied too much anyways, hopefully I can help...make sure you all remember the rules and-" She then registers the loud demand in her head and shuts off for a moment. Her thoughts scrambling again to get back to the mental place very familiar to her that is keeping her from stuttering and giving her this false veil of confidence. Eventually it comes back and she smiles again "-and be safe...take as much precautions as you can.." 

She gives a worried look to Vhalias, but knowing there probably isn't much time yet, she ducks behind a few crates and quickly changes, stuffing her old clothing back in the bag and taking a deep breath as she stands up again with her new ones.

She gives a silent look over to everyone. Somewhat blank. Though there was confidence. She believed everything would be okay. It would be worth it in the end.
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/08/2020
As all arrive back behind the tables Alaneon waits a moment to make sure all is ready for the starting event. "And now, the party shall begin." A sudden loud roll of thunder rumbles through the entire mansion, coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. There is no lightning to cause the sound, but it happens nonetheless.

With a gesture to the to Hollyphants, they suddenly rise, and both let loose deafening blasts from their horns, spraying sparkles across the the length of the carpet. As if summoned, boats start to arrive down the canal, carrying an array of creatures and forms. Alaneon spread his hands, delighted. A small fairfolk with a head made of mushroom appears suddenly, no black collar around their neck. At their hip sits a bag full of writing and drawing supplies, stained heavily. They hold out a hand, and as each fairfolk arrives, loudly announce each guest. Despite their mouth moving in a different language, they can all very clearly understand what they are saying, as if it some kind of universal language.

"Fiiiiiiiiiirst here, we have the Radiant, ever splendent, eye catching! Viscountess Tivea Adalyla, Blessed of the Light, Marshall of the Accursed!"

A six and half foot tall woman steps from the boat, gliding with practiced ease.

"And before us now steps the firm, the steady! Margrave Isackn the Scornful, Minister of Technology, Patriarch of the Void."

A stiff and perfectly posed creature of five feet tall step from the boat, walking towards the throne.

"Introducing, the one, and the only, Vizier Tytu Idael the Mournful. Lady of Iron, the Immortal ruler of the Suffering Hills."

A five foot seven creature slowly emerges from the boat, her steps make no sound as the lantern floats from her tail, swaying gently.

"And the warmest welcome to Chief Taitoh Tinnifea. Consul of the Phoenix, heir of the High Tower."

A foot tall creature floats from the boat, glaring deeply as they continue to float into the room.

"Next, we shall introduce our esteemed guest, welcome, Learned Alaekra, Paragon of the Future, Elder of the Winds!"

An 8 foot tall creature glides from the boat, no limbs move or shift, as they just slide across the floor and continue forward.

"And welcome to Marshall Lissn Cenan. Lord of Trade, steward of the heavens, Conqueror of the five Hammers."

A seven foot tall creature steps from the boat, their bare scaled feet cracking into the thick tile, footsteps heavy and rumbling as they walk with noticeable weight.

"Next, we welcome Elevated Vaetanon, Doctor of Darkness, Tamer of the Crypt, Warden of the Isles."

A three foot tall creature hops from the boat, pittering across the floor quickly as they look around.

"Next we welcome, Dauphine Jik Duk the Forsaken VI. Exarch of Universe, Custodian of Ruin, keeper of the Dead Moon."

A six foot tall creature steps elegantly from the boat, and despite the sheer amount of light and sparkles coming from the room, no face is seen in the darkness that sits under her hat.

"And not to be outshone, our near and dear, Baronet Onim Chotes the Salient. Archpriest of Healing, Lion of the Earls."

An eight foot tall creature emerges from the boat, wearing nothing but a ruffled coat. Their steps crack sharply on the tiles, demanding attention.

"And now we welcome Lawgiver Pyz Pynorn the Subduer. Father of the Plains, Reaper of the Greens."

A 12 foot tall creature emerges from the boat, a whole score of feet and hands seeming to burst from their body, each moving in different directions but seeming to somehow still move forward.

"We bow to Overlord Ralan Traes the Merciful. Prime of Dreams, Guardian of the Deep."

A six foot tall creature clops out of the boat, four of their six arms crossed as they look around, tail lashing about as they carry towards the head of the room.

"And before us we acknowledge in our midst, Exalted Siv Orenes the Stoic, Delegate of Culture, Heart of the Sun, Watcher of the Golden Spire."

A sixteen foot long creature pours out of boat, all legs on the ground before they stand on their hind legs, towering over everyone and looking down as they stride past the others.

"Welcome and greet our Heir Veyr the Obstinate. Divine of Spirits, Governor of Shields, Blessed of the Reach."

A six foot tall creature steps from the boats, looking towards the tables before strolling casually towards where Alaneon waits to greet them.

"Ah, the warmest greetings and welcomes to Venerable Kund Enaitah the Adroit, Delegate of the Undying, Witch of the Flame, Judge of the Black Hope."

A pile of oily slick and piles coalesce at the bank, before forming into a creature the size of a small horse. It gurgles, colors shifting nd moving before their leg shapes form, and it walks forward.

"And, arriving exactly as when they need to, we welcome Baroness Ceal Chanila the Great III. Herald of the Arcane."

A five and a half foot creature unfurls from their boat, wings and fluff exploding around them, doubling their width. Their feet click sharply as they glide forward.

"Lasty, but certainly one to note! We welcome and bow to Superior Relak Pond, Elder of the Stars, Admiral of Bones, Master of War."

A three foot tall creature hops out of the boat, bones clacking sharply against the tiles. Despite their small size, the others give them wide berth, and they stroll with pure purpose, tail whipping back and forth dangerously fast.

Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/08/2020
As if knowing that the introductions are complete, suddenly a fully three piece band magically appears, kicking up into lively music. Sweet magical notes ring through the throne instantly, a wonderful distracting delight. The band has exceptionally good rhythm and world-class lute fingering, and the singer has an unusually high voice. 

Delighted, Alaneon claps their hands, and the guests each give them a bow, before staring in a mix of curiosity at the tables, specifically noting the portion of the table filled with mundane mortal food. In the explosion of conversations that come from the greetings, the group can catch a common consensus.

Mortal food? What a quaint little twist on a real party! An adorable gimmick!
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/08/2020
Initiative 24 (round 8): Jinöra (@Lion(Fae):Kalamä|Röe|Jin|Rid|Bow)
Jinöra <129/129 HP>
Lion(Fae):Kalamä|Röe|Jin|Rid|Bow — 10/08/2020
having everyone grouped up & talking about the plan to proceed forward she listens to Es frowning a bit... internally absolutely praying its not a similar creature she met in the arena last time she was there.. this night surely couldn't get worse 

getting a boost of confidence listening to Izzy as she lays out a solid plan..  giving a thumbs up to fish as he signs his plans... then looking to Leafa & Ursu.. "I'll join you in that.. maybe we should go after the party gets rolling, but on that note i'm about useless without magic & it would help me breath MUCH easier knowing we have that back in our hands." 

as she finishes the sentence she'll give an excited smile & a nod to Ursu & Leafe. Seeing Izzy leave she'll follow carrying quickly a few of the drink supplies made to her specifications as she goes to get everything ready as she enters the kitchen she almost has a fairy hit her in the face before she narrowly ducks out of the way somehow as she's pulled back just in time as her robe catches on a nail on the floor as it barely passes over her nose.. blinking as it passes over her. Looking at the bone devil in a better luck next time kinda smile 

standing up right again shell kick her robes free before placing her back against the kitchen door opening it as she enters the illustrious throne room again before the party's starting.. placing the containers next to the fine glasses shell take her time making sure everything seems polished & symmetrical 

as the celestial elephants blow there trumpets for the announcements shell internally squeal in excitement as she didn't know they also had glitter looking at they're collars inquisitively...  seeing the cute mushroom shell put her hands behind her back to look presentable & ready to serve as she listens as the guest enter.. making mental notes of each one as they enter of all the illustrious titles as she will remember each one perfectly... reacting to each one in her mind as they enter...
she wishes this wasn’t a party where a life was on the line she would love to talk to each one hearing their stories & hearing about the wonderful lives they all must lead… 

she thinks to herself at some points internally monologuing thinking of what the guest might be like & observing there mannerisms as they walk & general body language as they enter.. however the Lawgiver catches her attention as she notices the hands & the sleeping girl on the back very curious of how & what they do…

she has a very hard time not absolutely squeaking when the Baroness enters.. a beautiful moth that bares the name of her late teacher.. its all to uncanny as she is captivated by her as she watcher her fly & feels immediately this is a person she HAS to talk too… 

*hearing the music kick on & waiting for the guest to notice the table & start mingling begin from the band she will prepare a drink for the baroness.. she will approach with a the drink on a silver plate as it is is presented in a crystal like glass with a lavender stem sitting as a garnish… she gives a deep bow before speaking & presenting the drink.. “Good evening Baroness Ceal  Chanila the Great III Herald of the Arcane.. may I offer you a drink to begin your evening?” using the hand slightly to motion to the layered drink of yellow blue & green
“This is one of the finest drinks in all of the realms made by yours truly… called the honeydew harmonic.. made with lemon extract from the xhorhasian coast line.. honeysuckle from the spring finds in Desiorë & liquified emerald from the mines of Bellwether with a base of only the finest storm whiskey this drink should be a wonderful way begin your illustrious evening.” 

shell hold out the plate for her to receive it & will the plate behind her once she receives it before saying “I do suggest as you drink use the crystalized lavender to stir to truly enjoy your experience.” 

(If she stirs it the lavender will dissolve & it will glow golden as its basically a tricked out fantasy ‘honeysuckle dark & stormy cocktail)
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/08/2020
Initiative 21 (round 8): Vhalias (@ro | pea/vhal/arch | t/t)
Vhalias <153/153 HP>
ro | pea/vhal/arch | t/t — 10/09/2020
Vhalias eventually shakes out the clothes in their hand, and goes and changes, cursing themselves all the while. 

Fool. Idiot. That wasn't the Velvetine at all. No wonder you're so overwhelmed, Vhalias. You've been slipping. You should have stepped down when you could barely land a hit on Fish, dumbass.

They take a deep breath, giving instructions— while they show face at the party, Fish would get a headstart on searching the rooms for evidence.

They sigh, squaring their shoulders and hooding their eyes as they approach the storage room door. They are not here to be egged on and taunted by a feathered, foppish beanpole. They are working, dammit— they can't afford to let Alaneon rub this in their face anymore. They're going to obliterate that twink.

They grab a bottle of the Formorian sangria from the cart, checking to make sure the mouth is clear. As the party begins, they snicker at the crowd reaction to the fare, nodding. Ah, yes. Surfacer food was something of a spectacle when they first came above. 

They approach a couple of the guests across from the baroness Jinora is schmoozing, beginning with a deep bow and presenting the bottle to the pale, chiseled tall one.

"Baronet Onim, may I humbly present a drink from our home? We call it Formorian Sangria, and it is capable of granting all manner of effects for the drinker’s amusement.”
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/09/2020
Initiative 16 (round 8): Daemin (@Juan [Dae/Dubi/Craig/Gor] (H/H))
Daemin <122/122 HP>
Juan [Dae/Dubi/Craig/Gor] (H/H) — 10/09/2020
Daemin stands at attention, watching the activity go on around them. Lost in internal thoughts of how to communicate without words, Daemin does catch the looks of Ursu and Izzy as, soundlessly, confirm that plans were commencing. It is only when the parade of nobility coming from the boats that their expression changes from stoic to fear. "Oh gods, he invited all of THEM?! Shitshitshitshitshit. Shit, how in the hells are we going to do this now?! AND Taitoh and Relak are partaking in this too? Can this week get any worse..." Daemin looks down sullenly, knowing that unless the rescue finds anything to absolve the accusations against them, they were going to be the example that all the Courts will say to any Fey that tried to do anything against them. Giving a begrudging glance up to Alaneon, Daemin waits for when they are given permission to say any- Daemin grimaces as the spike pulses, sending a wave of pain. They hold a hand against their mouth to try and stop golden blood from spilling out, but some still leak out onto the floor. After the pain subsides, Daemin takes out a handkerchief and wipes any of the excess away from their mouth, and sullenly looks to the floor.

Daemin's gaze moves from the floor to first Jinorah, then Vhalias, as they begin to socialize with the Baroness and the Baronet, respectively. A curious eyebrow raises as they hear Vhalias offer the Fomorian Sangria. "Oh, if they brought that particular drink, this party is going to either end with declarations of war, or new social relations... this will be interesting." Daemin gives a nod to General Relak and stares out to the passing Fae and Elder Beings, seeing what might unfold.
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BOT
 — 10/09/2020
Initiative 15 (round 8): Afhiri (@Vensis(Fae):Illari/Al/Barns/Tik)
Afhiri <123/123 HP>
Vensis(Fae):Illari/Al/Barns/Tik — 10/09/2020
Afhiri after hearing all the plans and agrees in full that those were the best options, takes the cue and heads back to the table. Quickly looking over the drink making ingredients she thinks through what she knows, luckily it looked to be most were already batch made with optional garnishes.

Then the guests arrive, each one as bizarre as the last. She'd never seen so many shapes in sentient creatures before. Assessing each one as they proceeded toward the throne she weighed the odds. Two of which looked rather blasé, possibly put out having been invited. They would be the ones to possibly offer drinks too.

Once the parade of Archfey was finished and the began their party, Afhiri placed several glasses on a platter and whipped up mojitos in all of them, topping each off with butterfly pea flower syrup and a squeeze of fresh lime to begin a slow transformation of color from top to bottom in each glass. A sprig of mint and lavender for garnish. A satisfied nod she picked up the platter and started into the crowd, stopping if anyone took a glass but more or less beelined for Taitoh.

"Chief Taitoh, may I offer you a bright drink to uplift the senses?" Bowing her bright yellow gaze as she approached, presenting the platter with grace, the liquid in each glass growing more purple from blue over time.
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BOT
 — 10/09/2020
Initiative 15 (round 8): Esmerelda (@Shayra {Es/Maisie/Norria} (S/H))
Esmerelda <55/55 HP>
Shayra {Es/Maisie/Norria} (S/H) — 10/09/2020
Es re-enters the throne room and goes towards the table. Oops. No more room for plates? Well...she notices everyone else going around with drinks. May as well hand out food as well? She pauses to consider.

Pretty much everyone here is terrifying. Yep. And...they're nobility. Fey nobility, which is worse even. She chews her lip a little, considering. Probably time to ditch the "don't speak unless spoken to" part, mostly because she won't understand if they don't speak in Common, but also, time is of the essence and gathering intel and gossip is their best course of action. She mentally runs through the titles. Hm. Lawgiver. Probably will be involved in the trial? If they aren't, they might be annoyed at being left out? At any rate, perhaps she can find out what Fair Folk trials are like, the rules, stuff like that?

She flinches at the idea of going up to these people, of chatting and making nice to them. Half of her wants to lay waste to Alaneon and his household, the saner half just wants to run. Neither option is viable. Something Singol once said to her comes back to her mind..."A strong heart doesn't shy away from a challenge." How strong is her heart?

She finally starts moving through the crowd with her platter, making her way to the very tall, very scary looking being. She bows, then looks up. "Lawgiver Pyz Pynorn, many greetings to this party. We, the mortals of our realm, have come at the behest of Corvus, the Crow King, to lend our assistance to this party. May I offer you a delicacy of our realm? It is called Dire Boar Char Siu Bao." She proffers the tray. And belatedly realizes that, unless he speaks Common, she just spoke gibberish to a guest. Oh crap.

Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli] — 10/09/2020
Izzy, still standing with presentable stillness, cannot hide the way her eyes widen as the guests start to arrive. As if the little mushroom person wasn't enough (she wondered if they were poisonous?) everyone they herald that arrives is surreal, impressive in a way that she can barely fathom. Each time she starts to process one arrival, the next throws her off once again. The smile remains fixed.... until she sees how tall a few of them are, and it flickers. Her eye twitches slightly. Some.... are very, very, very tall. Taller than Barkus was, even.

This is Izzy's personal hell.

But a few names catch her interest, silently tempering the competitive anger boiling in her gut. She needed to be the tallest. Her eyes flick up to the throne on the dais. Izzy tries not to vibrate.

The fact that the announced guests are gorgeous and deeply interesting is enough to keep the winning smile on her face as people start to approach the table. She bows to the creature with Alaneon, lifting a plate to them both after they have spoken and politely pretending not to understand Sylvan, if that was what they were speaking. "Good evening your Most Obstinateness. Would you care to try sample a manticore steak bite? And you, Splendid Alaneon, sir?" The tiefling offers them both, in common.
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/09/2020
Baroness Ceal Chanila the Great III. Herald of the Arcane stops, looking at the curious mortal that stands before them. They bow, getting a blink from the endless eyes behind curtains of lashes. A hand slowly reaches out, taking the drink and looking it over carefully. They continue to inspect it as Jinora explains the name and origins, giving no indication if they are even listening or not. 

Long spike like fingers pinch the crystalized lavender, stirring the drink. As it shifts and glows golden, the Baroness finally looks at Jinora. A voice of velvet confidence, of long lectures and forgotten passages in temples drifts between them, though the Baroness herself has no visible mouth in which to speak from, and none that moves as clear common answers Jinora. 

"To meet a servant who would say my name so familiarly, mortals are fascinating little creatures. Do you have an affinity for gold? The color is often associated with wisdom, illumination of the path towards your goals, but also magic, and somber things like excess. So the question becomes, eyes of purple ambition, who are you characterizing in your drink, me or you?"
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/09/2020
Click. Click. Boring, tried that one, almost got eaten by them, no thanks, hello, maybe. Probably? I'd live to be disappointed by that one. Onim is so focused on going through their checklist, they almost don't stop when the tiniest thing bows in front of them, skidding them to a halt. Hmm, dark as a sea on a stormy night, eyes of of jagged amethyst threatening to slice any fool who would risk careless extraction.

Shoulders that held like marble as they bowed, no servant at all, nothing but fire and scalding determination. Onim had never tried mortal staff before, it was something that could be checked off for future stories to share. That long whip like tail flicked, sliding under Vhalias' chin and ever so gently lifted them to look at him properly. A voice of pure dizzying nectar at the height of summer buzzed in the ears of any who could hear, deep and instantly intoxicating. "I prefer to admire gems personally, and you are certainly one. You could carve me like a feast roast and I'd still offer you dessert."

The tail departed, but Onim did not even look at the drink. "Hmm, I never take my drinks from glasses." A pointed look at Vhalias' lips, but he says no more. "But we can start with you feeding me something delightful if you want to start nice. I might even ask for your name soon enough."
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/09/2020
Watching as the other more interesting types immediately get served, the glaring increases. That is until, the servant approaches them. Approaching Taitoh so quickly? What a rare event. And so Taitoh glares at them suspiciously, but finds no hidden motives in their carrying of several glasses. No individual drink for him, he sees. But the colors are pretty...but do they hold up to the drinks they know? 

They stop floating, landing right on the tray that Afhiri is holding. They look up at Ahfiri, the dark wisps on their arms seeming to crackle and wave. They speak in Sylvan, unilke the Baroness and Baronet. "Uplift my senses? Do I look not uplifted? Is there something wrong with the way my face looks?" A pause. "These smell good. But your glasses are too big. I want something that fits my hands. It's your job to accommodate me, not the other way around." 

Chief Taitoh does not remove themselves from the tray, ready to be carried back to the table and given an appropriate sized glass for their enjoyment.
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/09/2020
The amalgamation carries on, almost walking right over Es until they hear their name. The long necked portion of the creature continues to stare up at the ceiling, unseeing. The form slides to the side eerily smooth, before taking a few steps forward. The child shape on the creature's back yawns in a small high pitched keel, before rubbing their face. Finally seeing them up close, it becomes obvious the child has no legs their lower half is melded into the back of the rest of the creature. The child opens it's mouth multiple times, but each time instead of sound, Es hears nothing but the press of cotton in their ears, static and no sense.

" ... "
"..."
"..."
"...."
"......."
Finally a soft confused voice comes out, very much a child that shouldn't sound so coherent and smart. "Why are talking to my stuffed animal? You are an interesting one, child of destruction. I will try one of these mortal treats, and see what to make of them. Give it here, then." The child reaches a hand down, and though it looks like a child's hand, something in the back of Es' neck stands up, screaming that it is definitely not a child reaching down. but fingers clutch the Char Siu Bao, looking over the bun in interesting. And it disappears in a mouth that it should not fit into, but is gone in a blink. 

"Hnnn! What a flavor of dead leaves and thick fur! Do you enjoy such tastes, if I may ask? I have always wondered how the mortals love death."
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/09/2020
Heir Veyr the Obstinate. Divine of Spirits, Governor of Shields, Blessed of the Reach finishes their greeting to Alaneon, turning as Izzy walks up. They pull their head back as the servant refers to both them and Alaneon in the same sentence, turning to look at Alaneon. Taking a small step back to make a small bit of distance. Their voice comes out in a grind of a gravel mudslide, soft but firm in Sylvan. "You were not exaggerating when you said they would be entirely untrained mortals for our amusement. I do not partake in that slight, I assure you." 

Alaneon laughs, before waving a hand at Izzy. They seemed to also switch to solely Sylvan, now that the guests are here. "I am the host, I do not partake until all of my guests have been thoroughly satisfied. Do not split your attentions now, we wouldn't want to insult Heir Veyr at my party."

Heir Veyr looks back at Izzy, stepping closer now that Alaneon has properly corrected the situation. "Do you know where your infernal blood comes from? Or was it more of a mystery surprise for you? I don't now how closely mortals track their blood origins, but I would be interested in knowing. Would you recommend this steak to be eaten? If so, I will try a bite." Their tone holds no judgement, pure scientific curiosity. Veyr gestures for Izzy to cut up a piece for them, waiting expectantly for a sample.
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BOT
 — 10/09/2020
You cannot remove a combatant on their own turn.
Initiative 9 (round 8): Ellie (@Shae(s/t):El/Marlow/Rin/Mae)
Ellie <72/72 HP>
Shae(s/t):El/Marlow/Rin/Mae — 10/09/2020
Just when Ellie thinks she can't be more awestruck at the existence of such a being, another entirely unique guest makes their entrance to the party. It takes all of her willpower to keep the cheery smile from turning into what would surely be considered a rude stare. The others in her group explode into focused action around her and she hangs back a moment to see how drinks are mixed, how the others present their plates, and who they decide to approach. The one thing she does very much recognize is the bottles of sangria that Vhalias grabbed, so she takes a bottle, arranges some empty glasses on a plate, and scans the room.

But who does she dare approach? Normally the ever social butterfly, Ellie finds herself unusually doubtful in the presence of such prestigious guests. Never mind the fact that she often wasn't on the catering side of parties for nobility back home. Well, not in this sense, anyway.

Mustering all the courage she can Ellie finds herself in front of Marshall Lissn Cenan and curtsies with a bow of her head. "It is an honor to be in your presence! We do hope you are enjoying yourself so far. There are many food and drink options for you to partake in this evening, this one in particular is of a sweet and fruity variety. Should you have other tastes, it would be an honor to recommend something more fitting from the menu!" She can't keep her tail from swishing back and forth behind her, both from nerves and curiosity.
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BOT
 — 10/09/2020
Initiative 9 (round 8): Ursu (@Jerald(H/H) Ur/Rol/Psalm/Eimsury)
Ursu <84/84 HP>
Jerald(H/H) Ur/Rol/Psalm/Eimsury — 10/09/2020
So the maze team was decided. Fantastic. If they could manage such a feat of disarming whatever is causing the antimagic field, Ursu would be put quite at ease. Not only for the purposes of the magic users of the group, but also his own items which could not operate properly incase a fight broke out. Not that he wanted one, far from it, plan to avoid battle, but always be ready for it. He made his way back into the throne room and watched as the various individuals were introduced as they entered. It was an impressive array of what he assumed to be incredibly distinguished guests, all carrying with them a level of grandeur he was finding quite suited the feywilds.

He watched as several of his comrades began to move about and offer refreshments. He was careful before heading into anything, instead giving glances to the guests as he went over the table looking for something proper to serve. Eying the line of drinks his glance darts between one particular bottle and a particular guest. A gamble maybe, he knew nothing of palates here, but figured maybe there was one continuity that spread between all realms. Pouring a glass and cursing the lack of whiskey stones, Ursu manages to grab a platter as he begins to make his trek through the room, being careful and mindful of guests and servers alike. He approaches the sixteen foot tall creature with a careful step, offering a bow to them.

"Greetings, Exalted Siv Orenes the Stoic, as your humble server this evening, I hope you find everything this evening to your liking. If you would be so willing, may I suggest a dram of this twenty year old oak cask aged single malt scotch whisky. I believe you will find it has a decent amount of body and richness, with strong smoky notes and hints of sweetness. It has a distinctive taste appreciated by most fine palates," Ursu also presents the platter in his other hand.
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"And with it, may I suggest Crab con Linguine al Dente, a dish made from freshly caught Hulking Crab," Ursu never thought those years of mindnumbing noble soirees between individuals who hated each other's guts to the point of showing up just to mock the proceedings afterwards would ever come in handy, especially not in such a way, but here he was. Serving drink and food. Recalling what he could and stretching his knowledge to what distances it could go... on a gamble.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/09/2020
Initiative 8 (round 8): Leafa (@Dani/Leafa (She/Her))
Leafa <158/158 HP>
Dani/Leafa (She/Her) — 10/09/2020
Oh. Shit. It's happening

As Leafa emerged from the storage room, she stared in utter awe at the various beautiful and unique guests that flow through and are introduced accordingly. Oh the q u e s t i o n s she had. The way she wanted to meet every single one of them despite the overwhelming social anxiety screaming at her to remember how utterally awkward andgay she is and how she should stick on task.

But this is one task right? Making yourself known to establish the role you'll play, let them know just how small you are in everything, they won't notice you gone that way

For a moment, Leafa began to wonder who exactly would be the best to go too that wasn't already being attended too, or even was. There was the graceful and dreamily poised Baroness Ceal Chanila, they're wings were unlike any Leafa had seen...then there was the Doctor of Darkness who's array of colors and design piqued her interest, someone Leafa assumed was very wise...then there was-wait where is she going. Why is she moving. Who is she looking a-oh. Oh okay.

Quickly grabbing a bowl of Dragon Turtle Stew and a Sweetheart's Confection before allowing herself to walk towards the gorgeously elegant figure that was Dauphine Jik Duk the Forsaken VI. As she approached she politely bowed before presenting them the food.
"Ah, pardon my intrusion, Dauphine Jik Duk the Forsaken VI, Exarch of Universe, Custodian of Rune and Keeper of the Dead Moon if full titles are something you prefer. I would like to offer two dishes, one unfamiliar and laughably human and another that has a chance to be more familiar. One is a Dragon Turtle Stew, which is a delicious stew uniquely served in the bowl of a dragon turtle shell. And the other being something you mayhaps would prefer to save as a later delight to share with a lover or close friend of yours. It is known as a sweethearts confection and is normally shared between two who share a deep bond before they spend a long period of time apart. Of course you may do whatever you prefer, your grace. Though I may not be publicly available for a moment this evening, my fellow servers and I will be happy to serve whatever you desire. If neither of these are too your liking I will gladly take them away and ensure to not make a similar error in judgement."

Leafa. Leafa keep it together. You're establishing a role. Stop blushi-god why is her face red. Despite the professional demeanor she attempts to withhold, it's a little obvious there's a very small bit of nervousness and f e e l i n g s for many a people in the room seeping out. Just a little.
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/09/2020
Marshal Lissn stares down at the small creature that walks up to them, watching the wagging tail as they walk up. Oh, and they were smart enough to speak common as they offered something sweet. Their nose scrunched up very far. Lissn reaches down, hooking his hands under Ellie's armpits and picks them straight off the ground as if she weighs nothing. He looks at her closely, before breaking into a large smile. HIs voice rumbles out almost like a growl, but it is warm and inviting, the tingle of laying under the sun. "I do not like to eat sweet things, they are better served as pets. You have a tail like me, what curious sort of creature are you?" 

His own golden scaled tail starts to wag, crystalline eyes sparkling as they look at Ellie as if she is an adorable novelty.
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/10/2020
The Exalted Siv Orenes the Stoic stands with two of their hands tucked behind their back, looking down at the almost tall man who walks towards him. They nod slowly as Ursu begins to talk, appreciative of the manner in which the humanoid speaks to them. They continue to nod as they describe the whiskey and food, appreciative of the fact they would take the time to make sure Siv Orenes knew exactly what was being offered to him. Doesn't stop him from talking in Primordial

"Many thanks to you for this offer." Siv reaches down and carefully takes a glass of whiskey, giving it a sniff, before taking a long slow sip. They nod again, as their face does not change at all in any discernable indication of what that means. Siv Orenes reaches up and strokes their maw, before reaching out and briefly tapping Ursu on the forehead. (Ursu now has comprehend languages for 1 hour). Suddenly he can understand what is said.

"If you didn't catch anything when fishing, then a crab is a fish." *Ursu can now understand the light tone in their voice. "You speak of one from a learned background, I must admit that I am shocked by this revelation, given I was told you would be mundane humanoid servants. I'm a professor of the Elemental Fires, are you a scholar of a specific focus, or a more eclectic kind?"
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/10/2020
Dauphine Jik Duk the Forsaken stands proudly, looking over the shifting crowds and chaos that erupts as the humanoids rush to try and serve the sparking souls that stand to be waited on hand and foot. Such a way to start a Fey party, all those present starting slow to see who is worth talking to, and where they can gleam the most important information. As, as much as they pretended to be all distracted by the gimmick of humanoid servers, the glances and eyes all shot to Daemin periodically. 

Why they were all really here.

Dauphine Jik Duk the Forsaken looks down at the short woman who walks up to her. Leafa feels as if Jik Duk is smiling, but even as she steps right up, there is no face, only pure darkness under that hat. Her voice comes out like muffled whispers in the dead of night, deep and soft. "Oh Dear, no need to go about on such a mouthful, you may call me Dauphine Jik if that be easier for you." Dauphine Jik looks down at the food as Leafa continues on, their fingers drumming over the top of the walking staff she holds. She waits patiently until Leafa finishes talking.

"How thoughtful. Soup is not really the best thing for me to be eating at a party, what if I spilled it on my dress? Speaking off, let's ask your honest opinion. Do you think I'm dressed up to snuff with these Fairfolk here?" Dauphine Jik takes the cookie though, looking it over. "Would you like to share it with me? Is that why you gave me such a treat?" Dauphine takes her cane, tilting her head. "You may go get me a glass of the best wine present as I go wander my way to the reason I'm here, meeting the Elevated Vaetanon. Thank you dear." Dauphine reaches out and runs a gloved thumb down Leafa's face, that still odd feeling there is a smile in the darkness, before she turns and heads for where Vaetanon stands.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/10/2020
Initiative 24 (round 9): Jinöra (@Lion(Fae):Kalamä|Röe|Jin|Rid|Bow)
Jinöra <129/129 HP>
Lion(Fae):Kalamä|Röe|Jin|Rid|Bow — 10/10/2020
with her passives shell slightly listen to other conversations close by as she waits for the Baroness to speak if she decided too hoping she did her best with her words & didn't offend the glorious being in front of her… trying not to just utterly panic as she looks into her eyes & taking in every detail with joy as she watches how the baroness moves so eloquently & gracefully… almost as illustrious as the moon hangs across the night sky 



seeing her take the drink & stirring it shell smile slightly as she’s very proud in her handiwork… releasing the tenseness in her shoulders ever so slightly as she concentrates to hold her form & focusing on breathing as she’s still feeling the pressure from the magic field… internally she is utterly filled to the brim with excitement & the pressure lessens a bit as she meets someone that feels like it was destiny too meet.. the name of her old teacher.. a beautiful moth being.. a herald of the arcane.. hearing her voice she will almost melt as she speaks with such clarity & confidence. 

“I mean no disrespect your Greatness & Herald of the Arcane… just… as someone who seemed More than worthy to hold such glorious titles, I thought you’d were more than deserving of the best that I could humbly offer.” 

nodding her head as she says that freezing for just a second hearing the close by conversation Vhalias is having.. blushing a bit before snapping out of it giving a smile as she listens intently to her velvet like words still a bit of bluish blush color on her face as the baroness comments on her eyes…
“I do have an affinity for gold… but I have to say I find myself drawn to having a closer affinity towards silver… firstly for its significance & closeness to the moon in a religious sense, but also for the positive energy that it can bring to the world….” 

“however I genuinely enjoy the significance that silver carries as its sometimes referred to as the mirror to the soul… I find that its capabilities of connecting one with ones self & with others to be something that is very noteworthy & remarkable…Though of course gold is a much finer & remarkable color indeed as you have beautifully & wonderfully articulated.. I think it would be prideful of myself to compare myself to such.. I still have much in myself to refine....”

“excuse me if this is comes across as assumptive, but I was hoping this could be an experience to hopefully characterize someone as beautiful, wise, & graceful as yourself your Radiance…” she gives a slight bow again as she says so hoping she didn’t say too much but made a decent impression

she smiles again but standing still with her shoulders back with her hands behind her back holding the tray hoping to look presentable & professional as possible as she converses... not wanting to leave the conversation but knowing they are here for a reason
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/10/2020
Initiative 21 (round 9): Vhalias (@ro | pea/vhal/arch | t/t)
Vhalias <153/153 HP>
ro | pea/vhal/arch | t/t — 10/10/2020
Oh, oh no. Onim is a wonderful distraction. The drift of Onim's tail under their chin reminds them delightfully of Arkmir, and their ambrosia-like voice fills their ears in clouds.

Vhalias' eyebrows lift slightly as his tail lifts their chin, their smile wry when they meet his eyes. "What a mad compliment. I'm used to being the dessert." 

They slightly mourn the departure of Onim's tail, sitting up but leaning a little closer to him, leading with their hip. His very unsubtle glance at Vhalias' mouth sets off an unsubtle thrill in them. "As much as I'd like to skip nice, there's no decorum in drinking straight from the bottle. I'll need to find a glass small enough for me. But for now..." They pick up some of the fantasical, improbably-colorful fruit, taking several indulgent minutes to feed Onim from their fingers. When their hand is empty, they give the Archfey a nod of their head, hands behind their back. 

"If it pleases you, sir, I will need to procure a glass for me to take wine for you. I will be back, my lord."

They turn, sashaying back to the kitchen, feeling much more pleased with themselves than they did ten minutes ago.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/10/2020
Initiative 16 (round 9): Daemin (@Juan [Dae/Dubi/Craig/Gor] (H/H))
Daemin <122/122 HP>
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/10/2020
Alaneon tilts their head to Daemin, their delight growing as they watch each and every one of their savoirs get wrapped up in serving his guests. He nods a head towards Daemin. "You are free to talk only pleasantries for the party, and be the picture of politeness to any who would actually pay you mind, traitor. Nothing about the trial or the evidence, Daemin, party talk only."
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Jalai the small mushroom that announced the guests begins to walk around the room, a roll of parchment in hands as they pull out a ink brush. They begin to paint the scenes before them, writing down little notes as they filter passed people, furiously noting down everything that is occurring at the party.
Juan [Dae/Dubi/Craig/Gor] (H/H) — 10/10/2020
Daemin internally screams as they see Vhalias interact with Onim. The ONE creature that would have no shame in seducing anything that moves, they had to choose to serve. Taking in a deep breath, Daemin almost doesn’t hear Alaneon speak, but they turn their head to their... host. “Ever most gracious Alaneon, this most awful traitor thanks you for allowing me to indulge in the... festivities. If you will excuse me, I will make my pleasantries known.” Giving a respectful bow, Daemin turns their attention to the Heir. ‘“Heir Veyr, most Blessed of the Reach, it is very good to be in your presence again. I hope this one serves you to your... utmost needs. If you will excuse me as well, I would like to reunite with the... acquaintances that I have not seen in some time.”’ Giving another respectful bow to the Heir, and a piercing glance to Izzy, Daemin slowly struts out to find the one person that might understand what is going on...

They find themselves distracted with all the figures that have shown up to attend this “party”. ‘The Overlord... gods, if it were a different time..’ Biting their lip, Daemin mentally shakes their head to distract themselves from that conversation. Taking another look around, they notice that Taitoh is being whisked away by one of the members of the rescue party that they do not recognize. A shame, truly, he would have been the most knowledgeable about this situation. Which only left... their old drinking buddy. Smiling wide, Daemin takes two drinks off of a platter, and makes their way over to the Superior General. “Do my eyes deceive me, or are you looking ever so lovely today, Superior Relak? I do wish that you are well in these... How about a drink, for old times sake? You always shared the most marvelous stories of your conquests after a drink, and always imparted wisdom beyond your years in them.” Daemin glances back to Alaneon, who they can feel the ping of control even from this distance.

Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/10/2020
As the party starts, even as engaging as the humanoid servants are, the usually starts to happen at a party as old friends and new potential alliances spot each other, guests starting to gravitate towards each other to greet one another and catch up on things.

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As Ahfiri brings Chief Taitoh over to the tables, Enaitah the Adroit suddenly forms next to them, looking curiously over the mojito drinks on the tray. Their colors swirl, and they take two, downing them instantly. "What curious spices held within a bitter drink. I do detect the mortal mint, well taken, not of a particularly rare variety held within. Oh, and the drink itself, mulled so deeply with juniper berries. My trades have a similar tasting spice, but it comes from the bark of a tree that grows deep underground, and makes you shrink if you are not careful." Enaitah seems quite pleased with himself on this.

Chief Taitoh crosses their arms. "I'm getting one made myself, is it worth drinking. Is it even magical?"

"It is not, but the spices make it a pleasant experience. You know mortal food does not effect us so, but it does not offend the senses." The colors ripple.

Chief Taitoh looks expectantly at Ahfiri.

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As Marshall Lissn holds Ellie aloft, Vizier Tytu Idael the Mournful strolls over, lifting their lantern to look at the captured servant more closely. "Greetings Lissn, your scales are looking radiant as the sun today. You should not hold the help like that, they are not pets and should be treated with respect."

Lissn puts Ellie down, embracing Vizier Tytu, who seems to merely accept the embrace, nothing more. "My dear Vizier Tytu! What a pleasure it is to see you out and about in our world. It is so rare to see you at a party, your kind hate parties."

Vizier Tytu looks at the drink Ellie was offering Lissn and takes it. "I do not hate parties. I simply no reason to go, usually. This one though..."

Lissn's face goes serious, glancing at Daemin. "Yes, of course."
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/10/2020
--

Dauphine Jik Duk makes it to the Elevated Vaetanon, who had been walking over to Lawgiver Pyz Pynorn, creating a congregation of three powerful beings.

"Ah, I hope you have been well." Dauphine Jik Duk offers a bow to both.
Vaetanon seems pulled out of their thoughts, before shaking their staff excitedly. They speak in Sylvan. "Oh yes! Well, all is well like always. I mean, sure, the King is as good as dead and Alaneon has the instant ticket to the throne sitting pretty right there, flaunting his spoils, but life is greaaaat." A serious of growls emits from Vaetanon.
The child shape of Pyz Pynorn shakes with laughter. "What did you expect? Alaneon wanted it more than anyone, and when the opportunity arrived, he didn't lose his head, searching for justice rather than mourning in their own self pity."
Dauphine Jik Duk nods, before looking at the red haired woman. She picks up one of the Char siu bao and it disappears into the darkness. "So, are we taking bets on who might try and steal Daemin from Alaneon?" A laughter ripples out from all three, before they all glance about.

--

Overlord Ralan Traes, Margrave Isackn the Scornful, and Viscountess Tivea Adalyla form a tight group in the center of the room, having a lengthy chat about recent affairs. Though Ralan and Isackn seem to be desperately at odds over whatever they are talking about, they do not seem to be violently so, rather having a lively debate. Tivea shakes her head often and seems to quiet the whole affair with a few words before it picks back up again. There are glances towards the table, wondering if they might be forced to serve themselves.

--

The Learned Alaekra glides over to where Exalted Siv Orenes speaks with Ursu, giving a long slow nod. "Siv Orenes, I hoped you were in attendance here."

Siv turns, and their arms open, even as their face remains still. "Alaekra, I thought you were off wandering the planes at the edge of time? I want to here everything."
.
The owl on Alaekra's arm ripples, and the haunting voice continues to come out. "I was, and yet somehow still, Alaneon was able to afford me an invitation here. I do believe it is because of my expertise. I can only imagine they want this triumph of theirs spread far and wide."

There is a long silence. "Triumph. That is one word for it I suppose. Try some of this whiskey, this one has a invigorating way of explaining their mundane drink from the material plane. Go on, ask him."

Learned Alaekra turns to regard the servant. "From the material plane? Human? Something else? Place of origin? Levels of magic? Area of study or learning? Expertise? Always worked as a drink server? How did Alaneon find you? Did he even know mortals?"
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/10/2020
Onim laughs as their compliment is called mad. "I do suppose dessert is meant to be served with knives on occasion."

They do not seem offput by their observation, but do manage to roll their eyes when Vhalias says they have enough decorum to not drink straight from the bottle. "We'll get there, no need for a glass if we decide on body shots instead. Have you ever taken one from a Fairfolk? I can assure you would never forget it." That tail comes back, trailing up the underside of Vhalias' arm as they feed Onim fruit. Though he does offer to have Vhalias take one from his mouth once, only slightly disappointed to find their offer is not taken. Shame really, but they are still enjoying this.

The moment Vhalias is out of sight and no longer a show to enjoy, Onim's attention is gone. Turning, he does not wander, but heads right for Heir Veyr, stepping up from behind him and runnig his hands down Heir Veyr's arms. 

Heir Veyr is broken from their line of thought, wings tucking as they turn to see who it is. Oh. "Baronet Onim, what a pleasure as always."

Onim looks at Izzy, and then at the plate. "Oh meat, how splendid. Trying to fatten us up good before we get to the real reason we're here." Onim rings with laughter, and even Heir Very shivers. "Veyrrrr, I see the Baroness has joined us this evening, are you avoiding her again? Let Onim help you out, to watch you play with every horn you see but the one you want is so pitifullll." 

Heir Veyr clears their throat, eyes narrowing. "I was merely trying to discern the origin of this one's horns, it was merely a moment of inquiry."

Onim presses against Veyr, even as he stares at Izzy. "They are truly a buffet of chaos, and would be a delight to enjoy thoroughly, but I'm truly offering my help. They can come along too, the more the merrier." Onim starts to steer Veyr away from Alaneon, tail flicking out and clicking under Izzy's chin to encourage her along as they head right for Baroness Ceal.

--
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/10/2020
Relak taps their foot impatiently as they wait to be served. No one comes to talk to Relak, as usual. Sure, the last party she was at she may have blown out the sitting parlor, but that rotten little sneak deserved it. Her teeth clack as they are reminded of their current social standing, watching the other more elegant types get the attention of Alaneon's servants.

Yes, Alaneon, thanks. It has been noted that you don't like Relak. The feeling is mutual. The scowl grows even more so as Daemin dares walk up to them.

Sure they were friends. Sure they were old drinking buddies and Relak quite enjoyed having a drink with Daemin as they lamented the trials ad tribulations of transforming from an Eladrin to an Archfolk. Sure there was plenty of after hours enjoyment to be had, but Daemin was now a traitor, and as a General, it wouldn't stand. Their reputation was already bottom barrel.

"You're eyes don't deceive you, but you have some gall using that word around me right now you-" The words dissolve into inaudible grumbles at the offer of a drink. They see Daemin reaching for their favorite, the very noticeable Dire Amigo. "Well, it's a party, and you're supposed to drink at a party. And no one else is serving, so get to it! Let's grab some glasses and start this right now. Bet you can't drink me under the table anymore, what a shame. Your dances were to die for when you lost to me." They can't resist, this was their drinking buddy! Relak punches Daemin in the thigh playfully? And gestures for the drink to come faster.
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 — 10/10/2020
Initiative 15 (round 9): Esmerelda (@Shayra {Es/Maisie/Norria} (S/H))
Esmerelda <55/55 HP>
Shayra {Es/Maisie/Norria} (S/H) — 10/10/2020
Es flushes a little. Stuffed animal? And yet...the child isn't precisely a...child. She keeps her shiver to herself, merely bowing instead. "This unworthy person has not had the honor of actually tasting the morsels, so I must bow to your assessment of them, Lawgiver."

She notes the Dauphine Jik Duk and the Elevated Vaetanon come up, with Leafa in attendance on the Dauphine. She offers her tray to them, watching in a little consternation as the bao just...disappears...into darkness. Well, then. She notes another group with no one in attendance. Since Leafa is here, she feels perhaps she should make sure no one is neglected "Lawgiver, I must not neglect my duties in the pleasure of making your acquaintance. Perhaps later, when the need for refreshments is lessened, this Child of Destruction may converse with you about mortal death and life. And about...justice."

She swiftly makes her way over to Overlord Ralan Traes, Margrave Isackn and Vicountess Tivea. Proffering her tray with a bow, she says, "May this humble servant offer you a taste of one of our mortal delights? Or, if you prefer something else to eat or drink, you have but to command me and I shall be pleased to bring you whatever you wish." Again, hoping Common is equal to the occasion, wishing not for the first time that she was at least fluent in speaking Elvish instead of just understanding it. These beings probably spoke that as well...
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 — 10/10/2020
Initiative 14 (round 9): Izzy (@Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli])
Izzy <121/121 HP>
Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli] — 10/10/2020
Izzy puts on a polite, carefully blank smile at the sylvan, understanding it fully, but unwilling to tip her hand so soon with Alaneon standing so near. Heir Veyr nonetheless takes her attention, as he steps forward. She takes a half beat too long to swivel the plate from Alaneon to Heir Veyr, hoping that tactless delay is enough to feign mortal ignorance. The gesture, however she understands; A blink and a rapid look between the hand and the plate before it seems to 'click.' Izzy nods, smiling and starts cutting a piece for them. "I apologise for the lack of decorum, I seem to find myself without my usual capabilities today. I believe I caught the word 'infernal' in your speech? I have infernal blood, yes, if that was your question. If you are inquiring as to my heritage, mother never mentioned, sadly, though she was a tiefling herself. My sister and I often wondered."  She explains in Infernal, the gutteral notes rolling easily off her tongue like the rumble of a storm at sea. Izzy hands them a piece of the manticore steak just as.... tall and handsome approaches and rubs his arms down Heir Veyr's in a way that is very familiar. She cuts up a piece and offers it to him, trying not to frown at the way the voice cuts through her mind. What the hell. She was surrounded by pretty people and she hadn't felt a single thing before now, that was the rules of the Crow Price, so why was--

OH. What.

Izzy hopes, distantly, that the wide-eyed, flushed expression is only interpreted as being awestruck at the gorgeous people in front of her and not being unusually floored by the compliment or the look in their eyes. There were many kinds of love, weren't there. So many different kinds...
Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli] — 10/10/2020
She hisses slightly through her teeth as the tail flicks off the tip of her chin in a clear beckoning gesture as both Heir Veyr and Onim turn; oh, even someone who couldn't speak Sylvan would know what that meant. Izzy find herself starting to takes a step forward

--and catches herself with a slap across the face. She groans in exasperation before whipping about to Alaneon with the same bright smile, drifting back to Common. The gears in her mind start working again. "I appear to have been summoned, though you requested I remain at the table for the evening. Would you prefer I honour your guest's request, or let them come to me?" The smile widens ever so slightly, clearly enjoying the little dilemma of decorum that presented.

Getting his gesture of approval-- oh, boy, this was going to be interesting, but there was work to do and intel to gather, and she could get so much of it right now if she tried and didn't get distracted. Izzy quickly moves to the table to mix up a batch of. Hm. What to make.

A thought crosses her little bastard mind and Izzy bows, grinning. She mixes-- she looks over at the grouping, there were three names in all but just in case, she makes four Trips to the Abyss. She tries not to cackle under her breath as she brings the steakbites and the drinks on two platters, following quickly after Onim and Heir Veyr to where the Baroness stands with Jinora. Izzy gives them a wink and the grin on her face spells that trouble is in store and she could not be happier.
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 — 10/10/2020
Initiative 9 (round 9): Ellie (@Shae(s/t):El/Marlow/Rin/Mae)
Ellie <72/72 HP>
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 — 10/10/2020
Vhalias removed from combat.
Shae(s/t):El/Marlow/Rin/Mae — 10/10/2020
Ellie gives a small squeak as she is lifted into the air and stares right into the brilliant eyes of the Marshall, tightening her grip on the bottle of sangria and the tray to keep it all from shattering to the ground. She blinks a few times before breaking character for a moment and genuinely beaming back at him. "I do indeed! My horns and tail are not nearly so radiant as your own, though, but they're typical traits of Tieflings back home. Not sangria, then, I can offer something more savory, smoky, perhaps spicy? Something with a burn to it?"

Marshall Lissn didn't strike her as being an Archfey at first impression, though with titles such as 'steward of the heavens' and 'Conqueror of the five hammers' he surely was a being of great power all the same. He does have scales, is that unusual for Fair Folk? Oh how she wishes she could chat him up all night but she reminds herself she does need to fill in once the others start to break off to the maze. Keep all the guests attended to.

The voice of Vizier Tytu captures her attention and her smile shifts back to a polite one, cheeks flushed a bit while Lissn returns her to her feet and she bows as the drink is taken from her tray. Solemn and dreary as they looked at least she didn't have to crane her neck so much to address this guest. Judging by the embrace she was greeted with these two clearly knew each other. 'Your kind'...she did find herself curious as to what all that meant, watching the lantern in the Vizier's tail sway for a second before curtseying. "I do hope you find the Fomorian Sangria enjoyable! If you would allow me a moment, I can come back with something more suitable for your tastes," she nods to Marshall Lissn, "As well as something tasty to pair with both beverages!"

When allowed to depart from the pair, Ellie weaves past the others guests to get back to the table of refreshments keeping a mental note of the groupings and trying to get a feel for how the others were faring.
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 — 10/10/2020
Initiative 9 (round 9): Ursu (@Jerald(H/H) Ur/Rol/Psalm/Eimsury)
Ursu <84/84 HP>
Jerald(H/H) Ur/Rol/Psalm/Eimsury — 10/10/2020
Ursu quite surprised by the poke, trying to suppress his initial instinct to stare in disbelief. Is this what passed for manners in the feywilds? But the thought is quickly put aside as he finds he can actually understand Siv Orenes now. This followed with a noticing of his learned nature puts Ursu at ease and even in a pleasant mood as he listens. He is about to answer when he notices Alaekra making their way over. A bit of anxiety begins to form as he was prepared to make a quick suggestion before dashing and now found himself pulled into conversation between the two of them.

He takes not of Siv Orenes' hesitance to admit the word 'triumph' in regards to Alaneon's work, but cannot contemplate it for long as he hears the attention put back on him. He keeps his voice and expression polite despite the rabid succession of questions which he answers with measured conciseness. "Yes, I am a Vyadiz from a plane called Midrei, specifically from the Kingdom of Kirkuk. I, myself, am not adept in the ways of magic aside from various items I have in my possession. My areas of study include sociology, smithing, battle field tactics, and literature, though, I have no area of expertise."

Ursu continued to answer, but his mind was fill with a need to get to that maze. He had come out with the others for an appearance, and had hoped to make things quick, but now he was trying to find a way to excuse himself politely incase this conversation threatened to drag on. "I've worked a number of different jobs, often hired for whatever means I can be found. As far as this event, we came here by the recommendation of another Archfolk, more than happy to do what we need to ensure a pleasant night."
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 — 10/10/2020
Initiative 8 (round 9): Leafa (@Dani/Leafa (She/Her))
Leafa <158/158 HP>
Dani/Leafa (She/Her) — 10/10/2020
...

Fuck

Leafa stood there, absolutely frozen in gay panic as the woman spoke to her. She was so n i c e and p r e t t y and respecting her gOD DAMN IT. but there were more important things at hand! Even if she felt slightly embarrassed when the soup was mentioned, she was right, probably not the best option. Aaaand she mentioned the cookie that....that was...okay maybe she had that slight intention but she wasn't gonna s a y that. She knows she can't accept that. "Well...Dauphine Jik I... I uhm-sorry-no-wai-hold o-i mean dowhatyouwanticant- I believe you are dressed very beautifully this evening. If I may speak honestly I would say you are among the top dressed here! In regards to the...treat...I would have to respectfully decline, my intention was simply to...hopefully present something familiar to you among the many other dishes that were more humane in effect. Though perhaps another time..." 

As she gives her the order, Leafa bows with a smile "I will bring you the best that we have, one mome-" Then she...touches...her face...with her thumb...and seemingly smiles...and then she's g o n e.
Leafa stands there, absolutely frozen for a good second as a scream rings out in her mind very loudly. She then clears her throat, and with a blank gaze begins walking around to find what would be considered the best wine. She should know this. She studied right? It's just wine. It's just...wine...

Oh gods it's all just wine what does any of this mean. Oh gods she's panicking. Pretty. Good things are usually pretty. Sometimes. There's a pretty bottle! Great! She grabs it in a quick motion before clearing her throat again and almost comically regaining her composure, pouring a large glass as she makes her way back to Dauphine who was now with Vaetanon and Pyz, neither of who she could understand as they seemed to have a conversation. She arrived as the three seemed to laugh, making her smile a bit nervously as she looked to Dauphine

"Dauphine Jik, here I have brought you what I believe to be the best wine we currently have...present. In all honesty I...as a...very silly human...do not know much on wine so I ask if you could forgive me if it's not...up to snuff. I must also apologize again as I must make a quick departure, however I will return again soon to serve you all whatever you may wish. Would I be allowed to be excused?"

As she waits in bated breath for the response, when she realizes she hasn't been snapped from thin air and placed in a fey prison and instead there's...laughter? A silent sigh of relief escapes her. She nervously laughs along, before bowing to the three. Oh my gods. That could've been...awful...but it's fine! Leafanodon'tfallinlovewithhermoredon'tdoit-and she's off, making her way to the maze swiftly and hopefully sneakily
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/10/2020
As Es walks up to the lively debate that is going on, she does see that is entirely going on in Sylvan, though they do react to her arrival. Viscountess Tivea Adalyla brightens at the sight of food, while Margrave Isackn somehow looks even grumpier by her arrival. Overlord Ralan looks on curiously, seeming to look over the Char Siu Bao before picking one up and looking it over.

They turn to the others, saying something, which gets a laugh from the Viscountess, though Margrave Isackn only crosses their arms and looks more annoyed. The Viscountess Tivea reaches out and takes a char siu bao as well, looking it over before carefully testing it out. Though Es cannot understand a word they are saying, even they can tell the two are finding the food quite the novelty, and are having quite the giggle over it. Margrave Isackn does not look so delighted.

"You, I want a glass of Oakpaw. Get it post haste, do you understand?" The Margrave's voice clicks with impatient annoyance.
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/10/2020
Baroness Ceal nods in thought at Jinora's answer. A nice pretty answer, but it did not seem to allude to the fact that Baroness Ceal was probing a bit deeper on the nature of the person standing in front of them. No matter, she was enjoying the flattery. "Silver, meant to draw out negative energies and replace it with positive, and truly, the idea it is a mirror to the soul, to hear you know color theory so well, it please me. I'll share my color affinity with you, it is burgundy, a color of reserved power, class, and ambition."

Alaneon gestures for Izzy to follow.* "You are head caterer, you better make sure my guests are well taken care of."

"It's a shame you do not know, it would be interesting to figure out the effects of certain infernal in your blood." Heir Veyr manages to state in infernal, before they find themselves standing in front of the Baroness.

"Oh, my most glorious picture of fluff and moon, how I have missed your countenance dear Baroness Ceal. It is always a delight to find you at a party like this, right Veyr?" Onim nudges Veyr closer to Baroness Ceal. 

Two of Veyr's arms tuck behind his back nervously, before bowing to Ceal. "Pleasure. Yes." No further words escape him.

Onim glances over at Izzy. "So smitten, I love to see it. Your blush... There's a kind of blushing that shows the soul, a sort of compliment to the eyes and the delicate sweetness within. It shows a connection, that the smile and shyness come from some deep emotion... and that's a beautiful thing, that's something real. Would I be graced with such gifts again?"
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/10/2020
Lissn smiles wide and full of teeth. "Smoky, you are speaking my stomach's language. I do like things with a bit of char, the crunch is where it is at."

Vizier Tytu nods to Ellie slowly. "I enjoy sweet things on my palate, unlike Lissn here. He enjoys sweet people, much like yourself, and you are very sweet. For food, the sweetest you can find for me. I appreciate the hard work and dedication you are giving to the job set before you." Despite her dreary looking nature and somber tone, her words come across as loving and genuine. 

Lissn looks at Tytu the moment Ellie walks off. "So, can I guess you are here because of who Alaneon has?"

Tytu looks up at Lissn. "You are wise and capable Lissn, one of, if not the wisest person here, you do not need to pretend with me. Your honesty and openness would mean far more to me. Of course I think something will happen that will require my expertise. They are flaunting their prisoner, they want to be challenged."
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/11/2020
Learned Alaekra nods along at Ursu speaks, and so does Siv, it suddenly becoming a council of old men nodding along to a good story. It is Aleakra who speaks first. "I should try and find myself on this Midrei, I have not wandered there to collect information before, perhaps it may hold something new for me to experience."

Siv nods again. "Sociology, smithing, tactics, and literature. What a balanced diet of nature and learning. Truly a well rounded individual. Which Archfolk were you recommended by?"

Learned Aleakra stills as well. "I do not recall any in attendance here mentioning they had any part in this party. What other Archfolk has Alaneon gain on their side with their victory here?"

Siv rumbles. "That is what worries me. Speak, and give their calling." Both heads turn to look at Ursu intensely.
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/11/2020
Dauphine Jik turns as Leafa returns, looking over the wine that she is brought. She brings it to her face, before suddenly a chilly laugh trickles up everyone's skin, bright and crisp. "Oh, you! Were you testing me? I am a professional vintner, and I do know my wines. I know, there are many that would be taken by such a pretty bottle, aha. I like the way you think."

Elevated Vaetanon rattles up at Leafa, but then they run off. They turn to see the other server is gone as well. "You were the only two served, what is this insult? Birds." The birds on Vaetanon's body flit off and start heading for the table, grabbing things upon request. "I could wait, but I am not so soft. I don't require little humanoids handing me food to make me feel special."

Dauphine Jik lets out another laugh. "They're trying so hard, I couldn't resist letting them succeed. I'm having fun already, even with Alaneon getting to parade their pompous little exploits in our face in purpose."

Pyz throws up their hands, before settling. "Never open the door to a lesser evil, for other and greater ones invariably slink in after it."
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BOT
 — 10/11/2020
Initiative 24 (round 10): Jinöra (@Lion(Fae):Kalamä|Röe|Jin|Rid|Bow)
Jinöra <129/129 HP>
Lion(Fae):Kalamä|Röe|Jin|Rid|Bow — 10/11/2020
nodding as she listens to the Baroness's answer shell see out of the corner of her eye the others approaching knowing this is all too perfect of a time to make a move for herself.. she feels she could probably talk forever to the baroness it makes her sad to cut it a little short... knowing Izzy can absolutely handle this party she will smile as she listens making eye contact with Izzy.

giving a nod still having a little blush as she loves the praise from such a gorgeous being... "Thank you your radiance, (yes thats a hollow knight reference cause I couldn't help myself) i'm elated that it pleases you so.  Its wonderful to speak on color theory.. its something I like to observe & ponder as I appreciate its similarities to the arts of the arcane as well.. though I only get to speak on it from time to time.. however I find it fascinating that this realms colors seem to be all the more vibrant..." 

"burgundy is a wonderful color & I appreciate you gracing me with that knowledge..  it seems to be a very fitting color for someone as elegant as yourself. I shall prepare another drink then if this is sometime similar to your liking?"

as the other party nears & she's trying to S W E R V E... she will bow to the 2 party guest approaching as she says hoping they understand common... "Good evening Heir Veyr the Obstinate. Divine of Spirits, Governor of Shields, Blessed of the Reach." taking a pause to space out the sentences giving a bow to both  "And  good evening Baronet Onim Chotes the Salient. Archpriest of Healing, & Lion of the Earls... I hope you are both enjoying your evening & finding the mortal delicacies we have provided to your liking." saying it with a big smile as she says that
Jinora will take one more bow before turning on her heals to head towards the kitchen knowing she is not prepared for Onim.. Jinora loves chaos but she can only be whelmed by so much as she's happy to be heading to the maze, but sad to have to leave the conversation with the baroness...

her eyes look to Ursu hoping to make eye contact of shes heading that way but will not make it very obvious.. 
she likes the baroness  alot & knows she could spend many hours  or even days talking about colors & the weave of the arcane arts... its been a while since she's enjoyed talking to such a being.. maybe she could show the barroness Iroh later in the evening.. would that be offensive?? she questions 

giving a smile to Izzy curious of the drink she has prepared for that group.. she will make her way to the kitchen she will go to the bone devil to let them know people are enjoying the food & as she does so looking at the collar trying to ascertain how it works as she is in close vicinity knowing the bonedevil will probably be looking at their work.. before they can even respond she's already out the door to head to the maze ready to FIX THIS SHIT
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 — 10/11/2020
Initiative 16 (round 10): Daemin (@Juan [Dae/Dubi/Craig/Gor] (H/H))
Daemin <122/122 HP>
Juan [Dae/Dubi/Craig/Gor] (H/H) — 10/11/2020
Daemin smiles wider as they hear Relak’s words. “I can still drink, but definitely not as much as old times. The prices we pay for the things that we seek.” They begin handing Relak the Dire Amigo, then hesitate. “I will say, your favorite drink inspired a drink of my own back where I have made residence... I call it, the ‘Formorian Sangria. I took out all the perceptive implements and really made potent the Feywild magic infused in the drink. It’s very fun with my customers.” Daemin moves their drink around. “I have it right here, if you’re interested, oh noble Admiral.” Daemins teasing smile comes back, bringing back the many memories they would sing and dance with Relak whenever either of them lost a drinking contest. As they hold the drink in front of Relak to choose, Daemin’s ears burn as they hear the slips of Sylvan talking about the circumstances of this party, and the implications the other guests are wordlessly stating. ”Potential allies... or vultures trying to pick off the scraps of this display...” Focusing back on Relak, gods forbid if they don’t put the attention they merit, Daemin awaits her answer, but also noticing that more and more of the rescue party is beginning to disappear from the serving...
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 — 10/11/2020
Initiative 15 (round 10): Afhiri (@Vensis(Fae):Illari/Al/Barns/Tik)
Afhiri <123/123 HP>
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/11/2020
Afhiri manages to mix drinks for the size of both Chief Taitoh and Kund Enaitah, who decide the drinks, though they don't do anything for creatures of their make, taste delicious enough that it is alright and enjoyable. They request a few more treats and things to be given to them to go along with the drink, some mixture of the mortal food and the fey food on the table, before finding themselves satisfied with the treatment.

They linger near the table, watching the others carefully, before switching to a whole different language. A bubbling water gurgle from Enaitah, and the crispy crackle of breaking and popping from Chief Taitoh. 

Quietly listening and pretending to be unable to understand either of them, Afhiri is able to pick up a few key elements about the guests. Chief Taitoh was surprised to be invited, but it made more sense once he saw why. 

Whoever had the source of the King's demise was sure to take his place. The King of Spring had a tight alliance with the land where the phoenix lived. Chief Taitoh was not comfortable with someone like Alaneon being an ally, but the connection had to remain.

Kund Enaitah was equally unimpressed, wishing that someone else had found the culprit. He was sure that Alaneon as the King of Spring might do some damage to his spice market, considering Alaneon's preferences lie in the movement and world of gems. Such an odd thing for a fey to be obsessed with. 

Catching that important piece of information, Ahfiri moves on, using their tray to allow them to float between the groups and offer drinks in passing. Nodding to the others in their group as they walk by. They all know Afhiri can understand anything being said, and she desires to use this to help them all.

When she drifts by where Elevated Vaetanon, Dauphine Jik Duk, and  Lawgiver Pyz Pynorn stands, she overhears much the same. Alaneon had been hellbent on finding the culprit, and now that he had, this party was all a show. He would be the next King.
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Walking by Overlord Ralan Traes, Margrave Isackn the Scornful, and Viscountess Tivea Adalyla, Ahfiri would overhear them talking playfully about the mortal food, wishing for something a little homely, but the novelty of this all was interesting. It had them wondering if Alaneon planned on having allies of the mortal realm once they became King. Margrave Isackn despised Alaneon, thinking him absolutely unfit to serve. Ralan and Tivea do not express such severe opinions, but do not disagree either.

The others they see are being spoken to by Ursu and Izzy, and neither of them seem to not understand what is going on, so Ahfiri simply gives them both a nod, in case they give some gesture back in need of assistance or a save.

Shayra {Es/Maisie/Norria} (S/H) — 10/11/2020
Es watches as the Viscountess Tivea Adalyla and Overlord Ralan Traes sample the bao and seem to be...giggling? Well, at least they appear to be enjoying the treats. Then Margrave Isackn the Scornful speaks, requesting a specific drink in an imperious tone. And she feels like she has been hit between the eyes.

"Noble sir, I shall strive to procure the drink you require. However, I am a lowly, unworthy woman who has never before had the felicity of being in the land of the Fair Folk. I do not speak your language. I...I cannot read." Not a lie, her magic glasses currently do not work and words are back to the vexing blur and dance they had done before "Therefore, I may err and bring you something incorrect. I shall strive to do what you wish, but I apologize in advance if I am wrong." Taking a deep gulp, she moves away from them, back towards the table 

Seeing Daemin and their 'drinking buddy' nearby, she takes a small detour. She smiles at both, but Daemin can see the incipient panic in her eyes as she is still processing how to fulfill the Margrave's order without drawing their ire and possibly being killed by a giant praying mantis thing. "Drinking should never be done on an empty stomach," she says gently, placing the tray with the rest of the bao on a table nearby. Not daring to spend any more time near Daemin, she completes her run to the table, where she is thankful to see Izzy making...Trips? Oh rats it. Oh, why not?

"Izzy!" she hisses. "Quick, can you tell me which bottle is Oakpaw. Please! The Margrave wants it and if I screw this up, I'm toast!" She's shaking now, trying to keep the panic attack under control.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/11/2020
Initiative 14 (round 10): Izzy (@Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli])
Izzy <121/121 HP>
Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli] — 10/11/2020
Izzy arrives just in time to watch Heir Veyr's stiff bow to the.... frankly, gorgeous moth lady, biting the inside of her cheek as she hears Onim refer to her as a queen of fluff and moon. She'd have to steal that one. 

And then they turn their attention to her. The fact that its sylvan doesn't help the velvet cadence of their voice, lilting and prising, but the WORDS also; delicate? Sweet? Shy? These were things she was never told because they were things she was not.

Except, fey couldn't lie.

She wheezes, bone white face pink along the scales at the sides of her face and coughs in an attempt to cover it. 'Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck. They're onto you, they spoke sylvan twice now and they're staring you dead in the fuckin' eye. Damn this person and how hot they were. They were tall, fixate on that. Hate the tall. Haaaate iiiit.

....shit, she couldn't even bring herself to do that, she could sense the genuine interest on the fringes of her mind. Idly, she wonders what the material of their clothes are made of before she kicks it back down. At least Jinora was here. She would save her.

And then Jinora turns away and Izzy looks after her with wide pleading eyes that definitely say 'NOOO DON'T LEAVEEE, HELP MEEE' but alas, she is alone. With three beautiful fey, feeling steadily more and more exposed. Envious of her teammates departure as she was, Izzy had a job to do.
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She clears her throat and tries not to sputter, switching from the sylvan that wanted to come off her tongue to Infernal at the last second as she beams. "S-SO! Drinks??" She offers in Infernal, hoping to all the Ten gods of her realm that was enough of a topic change. She graciously holds out the platter to the three, leaving the fourth on the tray. "These are a speciality of mine; a Trip to The Abyss. The experience of mortal culture is to get drunk as fast as possible, and this certainly does the trick." She grins, flashing sharp teeth, feeling steadier the more she runs her mouth. "I wonder if the Folk Most Fair will find it to their taste?" 

Hearing Es, Izzy turns, looking at the bottles Es brings. She reads quickly, and taps the left one. Switching to common. "This. Good luck, I gotchu." She turns back to see how her attendees are handling the drink, if they partake at all.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/11/2020
Initiative 9 (round 10): Ellie (@Shae(s/t):El/Marlow/Rin/Mae)
Ellie <72/72 HP>
Shae(s/t):El/Marlow/Rin/Mae — 10/11/2020
Ellie can't help but blush cheerfully at Lissn's smile and Tytu calling her sweet. Both so polite! Trying not to read as much into the 'sweet' comment as she typically would, she makes her way back to the table giving the drinks a onceover before selecting two short glasses. There was a bottle labeled Burning Bronze Rye. Darker tends to mean less sweet, that will do. She mentally kicks herself for not eating at the Tavern more often. The sangria was already a hit so she keeps that bottle on her tray and plates a couple pieces of the manticore steakbite. Something sweet, something sweet...Ellie hones in on the cookies with a grin. Perfect! Satisfied with her selection she makes her way back to the pair.

As she goes she keeps particular tabs on Es, giving her a gentle reassuring tap on the back of her leg with her tail as she passes her to remind her to breathe. No sign of Jinora or Leafa so they must be off towards the maze by now. Fish and Vhalias are nowhere to be seen as well, hopefully whatever they're up to is paying off. Afhiri looks to be in control where she's at, so that's good. Hopefully she's able to glean some useful gossip from the guests she attends to. She tilts her head seeing Ursu's group staring very intently at him. She goes to cast sending to see if he needs assistance before, of course, realizing no that's not going to work. She'll have to get his attention the old fashioned way if he isn't able to excuse himself soon.
With another bow Ellie approaches Marshall Lissn and Vizier Tytu again. Being the only two she can seem to understand, she hopes not to stray too far from them for too long through the night.

"Pardon the interruption! To pair with your sangria," she nods politely to Vizier Tytu with a warm smile, "I suggest the snickerdoodle cookies. The cinnamon sugar should compliment the fruitiness quite well. And for my smokier recommendation," she dares a playful wink at Marshall Lissn, "The finest aged Burning Bronze Rye, paired with hearty manticore steakbites. Please do let me know if there is anything else I can get you this evening!"
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/11/2020
Initiative 9 (round 10): Ursu (@Jerald(H/H) Ur/Rol/Psalm/Eimsury)
Ursu <84/84 HP>
Jerald(H/H) Ur/Rol/Psalm/Eimsury — 10/11/2020
Ursu was happy to not draw ire so far from the two archfolk he was tending to, but was beginning to fear that the conversation was becoming something of a snare, threatening to hold onto him when he was meant to be working elsewhere. Oh how the feywilds were quite the double edged sword; to have much to explore, but be prohibited. To be in conversation with two supremely intelligent beings, but with no time to indulge. It seemed almost unfair, but Ursu was familiar with unfair, and would not let it sit in his head very long. He was a General and there was work to be done. "Midrei is rich in both information and uniqueness as I have started to find out from talking to others from different planes. Our pantheon is wholly unique, there are many races not often found elsewhere, or so I am told. It would be an honor to the realm to receive a visit from one like yourself, Learned Alaekra."

Ursu bows friendly to the compliment given of his well rounded knowledge, but felt his muscles tense at the question given. He had hoped they would be pleased with the answer and leave it be, especially since he knew not to lie to them or else he simply would have offered Alaneon to plainly being their host and summoner. The trouble was now that they asked, he had to consider what effects giving Corvus' name would do? Would they find his absence odd? Would it give away that something was amiss? Or would they simply turn it over before tossing it away as a newly formed alliance between the two? If only he could find a way out of th-

He looked over and spotted Afhiri moving through the room before giving Ursu a nod. Ursu, not returning the nod, instead gave a look of slight tenseness over to his teammate, careful to try and not let it break his calm presentation to the archfolk. "Oh, of course, I apologize for not giving their name, but it was none other than-"
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Afhiri makes their way over to Ursu and whispers something into his ear, cutting him off mid sentence. After a moment he turns and gives a deep bow, "My most sincere of apologies Learned Aleakra and Exalted Siv Orenes, but it seems I am urgently needed else where. Some of the staff seems to be awaiting my help. As much as I wish to continue to serve you, I am sure you will find my comrades to be equally as helpful and polite."

Ursu nods to Afhiri before departing from the presence of the Archfolk, making his way through the kitchen and towards the maze.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/11/2020
Initiative 16 (round 11): Daemin (@Juan [Dae/Dubi/Craig/Gor] (H/H))
Daemin <122/122 HP>
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/11/2020
Relak gives a long unconvinced snorting sort of rumble laugh. "So, it would be unfair to have a contest with you tonight, for old times sake. It would make me a cheater to win our drinking tie with you compromised." 

They look up, listening to Daemin in interest at the fact they made a drink based off their old favorite. "Are you trying to soften my old bones up? I can't ...you ran off and then go and make a drink." Relak seems to struggle with their emotions for a second, before Relak grabs the drink and downs it hard, all at once. 

"Hoooo that is sweet! You made it so damn sweet!" Relak coughs and laughs, punching Daemin in the thigh again. "You mushy pomegranate, you were always drinking the sweetest things." Relak blinks at the empty glass. "Hey, this is from when you were still an Archfey, the magic is still there." 

Relak suddenly points up at Daemin. "You left without any warning, you better start chugging to make it up to me."
Juan [Dae/Dubi/Craig/Gor] (H/H) — 10/11/2020
Daemin laughs at Relak’s enthusiasm. “Yes yes, it was when I was still an Archfey, but where I am now, it can be reproduced without my influences now. And I would never try to soften your bones, Relak.” Daemin downs their Dire Amigo in one go. Still tastes just the same. The inspiration for the Sangria is ever present, but it is much harsher, and Daemin shivers as it goes down. “It has definitely been a while since I’ve drunk one of those... and I’ll make it up to you. Hopefully in... other ways than just drinking.” Daemin motions their hand to cast Mage Hand to retrieve more drinks... and gets reminded of the situation everyone is in. They cough, and get up from their seat next to Relak and go to retrieve more Sangrias and Amigos for the both of them.

On the way to where the drinks are, Daemin can’t help but notice all the guests again. Baroness, Countess, Heir, Overlord... even when they were an Archfey, they looked down on them as someone who ascended. Relak never cared, since she was a different breed from everyone else. Taitoh, however... as Loremaster and Cousel, that was an earned relationship. They learned so much from the Heir of High Tower, and if they could just get one word with him...
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/11/2020
Seeing the look, there is a long stare from Taitoh, before a gurgling from Enaitah makes them square their shoulders. With a grumble, they float over to where Relak sits, making the pleasantries as they wait for Daemin to return with the drinks they were holding.
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/11/2020
Those eyes of stormy cloud colors crease in delight as the red creeps up Izzy's skin once more, watching as they try and cough it off. But they will wait patiently for now, watching them roll through their own feelings is it's own form of entertainment. Like peeling them open, petal by petal before finding the perfect nectar hidden within.

All three turn their attention to Izzy when they bark about a mortal drink. 

The baroness takes one of the drinks, looking it over before a proboscis appears and daintily touches into the drink.

Heir Veyr takes the drink, and seeing that the Baroness was willing to try it, decides to go big or go home and down it all in one go.

Onim sniffs the drink, their noise wrinkling so far back up their face.  They look at Izzy, then back to the drink. "Oh, this sort of thing most certainly needs the softening of skin to even try and drink. I have heard that mortals work to hurt themselves as a means of enjoyment, but this smells like borderline torture. May I drink it from your mouth?"

As Izzy denies the offer, instead directing Onim to her collarbone, Onim glances back at Heir Veyr and Baroness. They do not seem the least bit fazed by the spectacle. Though Veyr looked like he was currently dying, and entirely regretting his entire existence as the color drained from his glowing bits.

Onim looked back at Izzy, taking the glass touching the chilled rim to their shoulder.* "Your offer flatters me. I would delight in the opportunity you have given me this evening. Your cool undertones makes red look ever radiant on you, and I can only hope to see more blooms on your spring skin." Onim tips the cup, dribbling some of the Trip into Izzy's collarbone as his tail gently tilts her head back. A honey soft tongue melds perfectly to her skin, seeming to absorb the liquid as they spread it slightly across Izzy's skin. Slow, with a breath of warmth in hidden hay.
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Onim pulled back, standing once more with a smile. "That...you are the only ingredient worth trying again from that."

Heir Veyr makes a slight choking sound, before finding looking like they can breath again. "Something like the Shard Rum, please. Please." He wheezes slightly at Izzy.

The Baroness finishes the drink, before looking at the glass again. "It was worth trying I suppose, but no, I don't understand the appeal. Too much licorice. Needs something a little more, smooth. Too many sharp notes."
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/11/2020
Tytu and Lissn carry on talking as they wait for Ellie to return, both looking at Ellie as she returns. The tail on Lissn immediately starts wagging again. "I was slightly concerned when Alaneon said that he specifically hired persons from the material realm to cater his party, but I have been thus far delighted by the experience."

Tytu nods in agreement, reaching out and taking the snickerdoodle and trying one. Her eye widens. "You sense of taste is delicate and wonderful. This is perfect for my tastes and exactly what I was hoping for. Thank you so much, I feel terrible, I do not know your name, even though you know mine. I have disrespected you in this way."

Lissn perks up at the rye and steak. "I swear, I'm not just being served, but in fact pampered, as if I'm the most important person in the room in your eyes. That is a treatment that can certainly make even an old man's heart race." Lissn chugs a good portion of rye, giving a satisfied sigh, before popping a steak bite into his maw. "How about your company. It seems even Tytu enjoys your presence here, and I think we can both agree that if you were to run into a killjoy like the Margrave, that smile would be sadly wiped from your face."

Tytu nods again, eating another cookie. "I agree. The removal of such a radiant smile would be a blight upon this party. We can shield you from the unpleasant host and guests."
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/11/2020
Exalted Siv and Learned Alaekra look after Ursu's departure, before slowly turning to look at Ahfiri. "What would you recommend from the table this evening. We have heard there was rare mortal food. We would wish to partake in something you think may be best."

Learned Alaeka nods slowly. "That one offered a nice smooth experience. Are you of higher learning as well? Or do you have something else to give this evening."
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/11/2020
Initiative 15 (round 11): Afhiri (@Vensis(Fae):Illari/Al/Barns/Tik)
Afhiri <123/123 HP>
Vensis(Fae):Illari/Al/Barns/Tik — 10/12/2020
Afhiri after getting Ursu out, turns toward the two guests as they address her. 

"We are offering several types of mortal foods or sweet and savory varieties. I can explain each of the samplings at the table." Nodding her head best she can looking up at Exalted Siv. 

"In the way of drinks I am currently offering a bright, lime herbed drink based with a light rum, a little bitter and sweet. I can make a fresh drink for you both at the table after I show you the foods." She offered, holding the platter with one hand and holding out the other toward the table. 

"Myself, have studied balance in a monastery on my home plane." Looking to  Learned Alaeka, feeling that answering about herself after service was the most polite as she began to step toward the table. Pacing her self just ahead of the two hoping to to be overtaken by their obvious longer stride.

Making it to the table she stepped quickly around behind the table and began pointing out each type of food and explaining each item starting with sweet and ending with savory. Helping them make selection and following with making them drinks of appropriate sizes and offering them to the Folk.

"Enjoy." Giving them both a warm smile, and allowing them the chance to turn their attentions away from her. As soon as the do she moves to Es lightly placing a calm hand on her shoulder.

"I need a little help in the storage room once you have a chance. I'll wait here and help at the table until then." Her tone hushed since there were party goers nearby.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/12/2020
Initiative 15 (round 11): Esmerelda (@Shayra {Es/Maisie/Norria} (S/H))
Esmerelda <55/55 HP>
Shayra {Es/Maisie/Norria} (S/H) — 10/12/2020
Thank the gods for Izzy, she thought to herself. She quickly put some glasses on a tray along with the bottle of Oakpaw, added some of the cookies and chocolate cakes and a bottle of firewine, and nodded to Afhiri. "As soon as I can," she said in an undertone, looking around the room "That is, if the mantis guy doesn't kill me or something," she added. 

Making her way back to the Margrave Isackn and their companions, she proffered the tray. "Your drink, Margrave," she said nervously. "I...hope it is satisfactory." She turned to the others. "I brought some firewine in case you would care for some. I also bring some of the sweets we mortals enjoy. These are snickerdoodle cookies and small chocolate cakes." She presents the tray, hoping she is showing due deference
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BOT
 — 10/12/2020
Initiative 14 (round 11): Izzy (@Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli])
Izzy <121/121 HP>
Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli] — 10/12/2020
The agony of tension as she lets the sip happen from her collarbone-- better than her lips. She could have turned down the offer altogether, but she wanted these fey drunk and pliable for information gathering. As it is, she As she watches the reactions to the trip, trying to maintain a steady breathing pattern as her head is tilted back, Izzy closes her eyes, focusing on listening to the conversations around her. It's very difficult with someone drinking from her clavicle, but she has a job to do, dammit.

And oh, she does it well. Ellie gives her a moment of panic with her head tipped all the way back, but it looks as though Lissn has been deterred for now. Daemin is... worrying, though their company seems interested, if a little puzzled. Spices. The King of Spring, again. How much Alaneon was hell bent on their pursuing of the culprit. Hmm.

Released once Onim's drink is finished, Izzy makes an incoherant sound and straightens, blinking rapidly, running her hand roughly over her shoulder to make the tingles go away. She looks at the three and their reaction and can't help but throw her head back with a bright laugh. Ahhh that never got old. It takes the sting out of the drink not working at all on them. Drat. Plan B. "I apologise, I had hoped that the sensation of instant impairment would override how terrible it tastes." She tells them with a bow, her voice still paring the infernal, for the moment. "Of course, O' Blessed of the Reach. I'll be right back."
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Izzy bounds away with the remaining drink, which she does not partake in because she is working although she considers it heavily, and returns with three filled glasses of the Shard Rum and two of the heart shaped cookies. She presents these three on a tray, grinning widely, bottle in hand just in case. "Here you are. Sorry to keep you waiting. I also brought a treat, hopefully to take out the bitterness from the Abyss. These are traditionally split in half and shared between sweethearts." She tries not to look devious, now evidently conspiring with Onim to push Heir and the Baroness together. A show of good faith, maybe. Maybe.

Glancing between the three, she debates for a moment. She wasn't sure as to any of their allegiances, though the speed with which they were whisked away from Alaneon didn't seem to lend any warmth, in Izzy's view. How many people were here just for the spectacle of what was to come? She clears her throat. "If I may be so bold... that gentleperson there looks quite forlorn, don't they?" She tips her head subtlety toward Daemin and lowering her voice to a husky, infernal rumble. It isn't hard to add a touch of concern to her tone. Hopefully enough to pull opinions on the situation from the three. "Everyone else seems to be quite enjoying themselves."
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/12/2020
Initiative 9 (round 11): Ellie (@Shae(s/t):El/Marlow/Rin/Mae)
Ellie <72/72 HP>
Shae(s/t):El/Marlow/Rin/Mae — 10/12/2020
Seeing her recommendations have gone over smoothly Ellie is all smiles, internally sighing a breath of relief, though she is mildly taken aback at the request for her company. Having known her fair share of people with power that let it get to their heads, this was refreshing. Not wanting to abandon the others if there were still guests that needed to be attended to before giving Lissn and Tytu her undivided attention, Ellie does one more quick scan of the room. Oh, she had almost forgotten about Izzyyyyyyyyyy...oh. So it is that kind of party. Now she doesn't feel so bad about that wink.

"Oh, please, there is truly no reason to apologize at all! You may call me Ellie, and I do appreciate the opportunity to properly introduce myself to you both. I'm very glad to see that our menu is being well received." Her posture relaxes ever so slightly but she keeps her hand steady with the serving tray to keep any of the drinks from spilling as she tops off Tytu's glass.

She does blush at the back to back compliments, but the descriptor of Alaneon does not go unnoticed. "You are both truly far too kind, really! Do you frequent parties of our host often?"
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/12/2020
Initiative 16 (round 12): Daemin (@Juan [Dae/Dubi/Craig/Gor] (H/H))
Daemin <122/122 HP>
Ursu removed from combat.
Juan [Dae/Dubi/Craig/Gor] (H/H) — 10/12/2020
Well. Shit. Didn't expect for the wish to be granted THAT quickly. Daemin mentally screams as both Chief Taitoh and Venerable Kund Enaitah join Relak. Where they were going. With drinks. "This... will be interesting." Daemin quickly makes their way over with the drinks, and presents the Dire Amigo to Relak and the Fomorian Sangria to Taitoh. "You honor me with your presence, Chief Taitoh, Heir of the High Tower, as well as yourself, Venerable Enaitah, Judge of the Black Hope. It is good to see you both again. Have you all kept well? How is the Phoenix? Are your trades doing well?" Daemin respectfully bows in their presence, and gives a 'Help meeeee' look to Relak on the way down.
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/13/2020
Relak looks at Daemin. And then looks at the Chief and Kund, and then just lets out a loud laugh. "Giving looks and then surprised they want to come talk to you. You're technically the centerpiece tonight you fig tree."

Chief Taitoh looks over the table, and then over Daemin. "I usually don't come to parties, as you know. Nothing of use in these things unless your looking to stock up back home." One of the table decorations seems to disappear. "The Phoenix? Really Daemin, you went and caused all this, and my alliances are all in danger of being controlled by that pompous ass who would strip mine my lands and you want to know?"

Kund Enaitah lifts a gurgling hand. "Now now, this is a party. And like doing any business deal, we have to keep up pretenses as long as we are partaking in the free food and drink. My trades were...thoroughly halted by the fact the Dreaming Tree of the Gloaming Fey showed up in the middle of the city and ruined magic for the most part. Blew out a few blocks, and things are all floating where they don't belong. It's been a mess to redirect my routes." Enaitah gurgles, the colors swirling in darker greens and blacks. "Doesn't mean I want Alaneon to be the remedy either."

Chief Taitoh's wisps lick back and forth angrily. "I can drink to that. The worst winner."

Relak downs another drink.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/13/2020
Initiative 15 (round 12): Afhiri (@Vensis(Fae):Illari/Al/Barns/Tik)
Afhiri <123/123 HP>
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/13/2020
Margrave takes the drink, looking at it carefully before taking a long drink. "It is satisfactory."

The other two look over the sweets, taking a few and seeming to have just as much fun trying them out and talking at length over the options, but it continues on in Sylvan. All served happily, Tivea, Ralan, and Margrave Isackn seem to switch to more in depth conversations, drifting closer to the glowing forest further into the house to have words not so close to the throne of Alaneon.
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Exalted Siv Orenes and Learned Alaekra seemed delighted by the offering that Ahfiri presents them, accepting of the transition from Ursu as they present their knowledge and skill. Walking to the other side of the table, they pursue the offerings, before the nature of learning wins out.

What ensues is a very lengthy discussion of the nature of spires in various cultures and their meaning and significance across peoples and times.
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/13/2020
They all watch as Izzy runs off suddenly, sinking into an attempt at easy and light conversation. Even as Onim openly pets, plays, and touches along his current captive audience. But casual contact such as this does not seem to bother them, happily carrying on the conversation as Onim tries to get Heir Veyr to lift maybe one, come on, at least one arm.

Onim's smile becomes positively radiant at the treats that Izzy brings back, sliding a hand under Veyr's arm and guiding it towards the tray. "Oh, it's a party, this is the perfect place to play a little sweetheart here and there, don't you think?" 

Veyr reluctantly takes the cookie, looking down at it before turning to look at the Baroness. He goes to try and get the courage to ask if she wants to share it. And then Izzy asks about Daemin. All three turn their attention on her instantly.

Onim laughs, the Baroness tilts her head, and Veyr's blue eyes narrow. He is the first to speak. "What are you looking to get out of us? You work for Alaneon, we would not be so silly as to state anything that would brand us a traitor as well."

Onim tucks his hands behind his back. "Oh, you are right their Veyr, we know about the delicious former Archfey Daemin, but if they were caught, they were caught. One can always wish they were the one to succeed, but we would never dare to question it."

The Baroness has taken the cookie right out of Veyr's hands. "Pretty distasteful to parade them about like a trophy in front of all of their rivals in the guise of a party though. At least the food and drink are free."

Onim bursts into laughter, and Veyr looks awed and taken aback.
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/13/2020
They both seem pleased as Ellie relaxes further into the conversation, though there is a notable skip in the conversation as Ellie asks about the host. They both look at her closely, and yet without meaning to, both answer at the same time.

"No."

They look at each other, and Lissn laughs. He is the first to elaborate. "No no, we were specifically invited by Alaneon as they were feeling rather victorious. Our witnessing is far more important. We are not the ones usually invited to these affairs."

Tytu goes to answer next, and suddenly, the shadow of Alaneon appears, arms spread wide. His voice sifts out like a blanket of silk sheets. "Vizier Tytu, Lady of Iron. I did not think when I extended the invitation to your family for offering to throw me this party, it would be you who attended."

Lissn straightens up, and Tytu remains perfectly stoic as she responds. "Corvus certainly wouldn't show, given they sent the mortals here in their stead as well. But knowing it was rude to reject an invitation, I agreed to be the one to come and witness your victory to be able to convey the details of your accomplishments to all those who could not attend." 

Alaneon looks down at Ellie closely, their head tilting as they speak towards Lissn and Tytu, playing the ever gracious host. "I do hope Corvus' representatives have been treating you with the utmost respect and care." Whatever he was going to say is interrupted as attention switches to the tray. "Are these, what are these?" They point at the cookies, curious.

Vensis(Fae):Illari/Al/Barns/Tik — 10/13/2020
Afhiri gave both Siv and Alaekra her warm smile again, happy to see that the selection was much to their liking. Adjusting some of the platters to make the trays look their fullest as food was being taken, she listened to the conversation for a few breath. Nothing about the host or Daemin. 

Patiently she waited for Es to return, edging down the table toward the kitchen door. Helping anyone who came to the table if they did. Keeping an ear out for any other tidbits of information about Alaneon and an eye out for guests or Es Afhiri kept a pleasant demeanor, slowly working her way down the table and straightening things to look busy. As soon as she sees Es she will head for the storage room.

Shayra {Es/Maisie/Norria} (S/H) — 10/13/2020
Es bows to the three, seeing that they appear to be content with the offerings and obviously are going to continue their conversation in a language she can't understand anyway. She glances around the room, then heads to the table to put down the platter. She looks around as if noting something missing, catches Afhiri's eye, and heads for the storage room "What do you need?" she whispers as she messes with the wagon

Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli] — 10/13/2020
Izzy's eternal smile stretches at the reactions, even wider at Heir Veyr's reply. Ohhh they had opinions. The fact they were immediately guarded spoke volumes. She opens her mouth to speak-- and it cuts off with a LAUGH along with Onim at the Baroness' candidness. Izzy shakes her head, still chuckling. "Ohh, I like you, My Lady Most Fair." She answers, this time... in sylvan. The accent is rougher, more reminiscent of wilder places than their refined speech, closer to salt spray and gull cries. The grin broadens a bit more as she looks at the three dropping her voice. "I wasn't sure if you were allies of his or not. I do not work for Alaneon, and to be honest, he's a bit of a tit. I don't work for anybody but my damn self. I was... voluntold." She says, borrowing a word. She flicks her gaze over Veyr's shoulder to see Alaneon where Ellie is. Making the rounds, then? She should be fast. "I'm working the head table because I aroused his suspicion. I know a bit about what happened." She steps closer, dropping her voice ever lower. "I think our Forlorn Gentleperson is innocent. I don't have proof yet. But then... that's why I'm here." She winks.
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BOT
 — 10/13/2020
Initiative 9 (round 12): Ellie (@Shae(s/t):El/Marlow/Rin/Mae)
Ellie <72/72 HP>
Shae(s/t):El/Marlow/Rin/Mae — 10/13/2020
Ellie blinks when they both give the same answer in unison and bites her lip to keep from laughing, a sharp exhale through her nose instead. Her expression softens to a more serious one as Lissn elaborates. She wasn't about to kid herself in thinking she knew anything about the hierarchy and politics of the Feywilds, but if it was anything like back home, she had a feeling the Marshall and Vizier were either beings Alaneon wanted to impress or wanted to one up. Perhaps even both.

Before she has time to further mull over the answer or comment on it, she finds herself consumed in the presence of Alaneon himself and instantly snaps into her previous perky demeanor, curling her tail low around her ankles again. For as radiant and intimidating as he was when he greeted them all she wasn't prepared for the initial overwhelming feeling of uneasiness being right in front of him. She swallows whatever words were at the tip of her tongue and listens.

Corvus and Tytu are from the same family. That tidbit of information comes as a surprise to her, though with what little she even knows of Corvus she could have been told he was actually several cats in a trenchcoat and have been equally as shocked. She thinks back to his many titles that she recited and finds herself wondering what their relationship to each other was. What, for that matter, do Archfey or any creature in the Feywild consider to be a family? Sons, mothers, and fathers it would seem at least based off of Corvus's titles...was Tytu then daughter to Mother Monster, or the Elderkin, or are those one and the same? Or is she a Mother in some regard herself? OR was she part of the flock that Corvus is father to? So little she realizes she knows in this moment.
With all of these questions swirling in her mind Ellie almost doesn't catch the end of the conversation but as Alaneon's attention suddenly turns to her she is once again all ears. She looks allll the way up at him with a smile and almost gasps at the question, mirroring his head tilt slightly. Has...has Alaneon never had a cookie before? Maybe that's why he's such an asshole, she thinks.

"To the very best of my ability, I assure you! These are snickerdoodle cookies...a sugar cookie base kissed with cinnamon. One of my personal favorites, actually, for how light and sweet they are. There are plenty if you would like to try one for yourself!" With the kindest smile she can muster she lifts the tray towards Alaneon so he does not have to go so far to reach them should he decide to take her up on the offer.
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BOT
 — 10/13/2020
Initiative 16 (round 13): Daemin (@Juan [Dae/Dubi/Craig/Gor] (H/H))
Daemin <122/122 HP>
Juan [Dae/Dubi/Craig/Gor] (H/H) — 10/13/2020
Daemin winces at Chief Taitoh’s remarks. “Unfortunately, I cannot speak about events that would damper the mood, but that’s horrible what happened to your trade routes. I hope you didn’t lose any merchandise from it.” The emphasizes words are said through gritted teeth. “But you are correct, Loremaster Taitoh, I do have a more... directed question at you. In your infinite wisdom, who would you say is the... strongest of you all? If you were to factor all the strengths that everyone has, of course.” Daemin looks curiously at Enaitah’s last statement. “And why wouldn’t you want the gracious Alaneon to be that remedy?”
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BOT
 — 10/13/2020
Initiative 15 (round 13): Afhiri (@Vensis(Fae):Illari/Al/Barns/Tik)
Afhiri <123/123 HP>
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/13/2020
Looking for a quieter place to talk with Es, Afhiri sees the closed double doors at the southern wall of the storage room. Slipping them open, they see what lies on the other side. Bunked beds made of thick wood stack along the each wall, with a single large window looking out towards the feywilds. Under each bed, two drawer handles stick out. There seems to be minimal personal affects or trinkets in this room. Anotehr door sits on the southern wall of this room.

Vensis(Fae):Illari/Al/Barns/Tik — 10/13/2020
Carefully closing the door behind them both and making sure the room was empty Afhiri looks to Es.

"What I've overheard is that the king of spring was disposed leaving an opening to the throne that Alaneon intends to take. With Daemin being blamed for the King of Springs fall, Alaneon has a guarantee to the throne because he found, caught and is presenting the culprit to the court, unless we can prove him wrong. The other archfolk aren't keen on his ascension or like him. If we can prove Daemin's innocence or the others find something to incriminate Alaneon himself, Daemin's freedom is in our grasp. This whole party is a show to the others of the court that he is confident that this will go his way. Most see him unfit to take the title of King of Spring for different reasons, but ultimately feel the same." With a sigh she glanced back toward the door.

"I wanted to make sure someone else was in the know so the information isn't held by only one. It's too important to keep to myself." The other door at the end of the room left her some what curious. Walking to the door she cracks it open slowly and looks in.
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/13/2020
Much like the servant’s quarters, this room is a stark contrast to the rest of the manor, barely furnished. A long table sits in the middle, with scraps of food left long cold. A miniature kitchen seems to indicate the servants are to keep to their own space when eating.

Vensis(Fae):Illari/Al/Barns/Tik — 10/13/2020
Satisfied Afhiri turns and walks back toward the storage.

"Looks to be the servant's kitchen. We should get back to the party." Nodding to Es and holding the door open for her so they could both move back into the ballroom and continue to serve the guests.
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BOT
 — 10/13/2020
Initiative 15 (round 13): Esmerelda (@Shayra {Es/Maisie/Norria} (S/H))
Esmerelda <55/55 HP>
Shayra {Es/Maisie/Norria} (S/H) — 10/13/2020
"Thanks for the heads up on things. It's been...hard, I can't understand a thing most of them are saying. I figure the best I can do is just...try to keep them all happy." She slides out of the room back into the storage room. Grabbing a couple of bottles of...well, something (she can't read the labels at the moment), she hastens back into the ballroom.

Giving the room a glance, she notes that no one seems to be in attendance for the small group attending the Lawgiver, so she puts some glasses and a couple of bottles of firewine on a tray with some cookies and heads in their direction. 

"If the august beings excuse my unworthiness, I am to continue to provide service to the Exalted Alaneon's guests. I have here firewine and a sweet of our realm called a snickerdoodle cookie. If there is anything else you desire, please direct me. If you are content and no longer need service, I shall no longer disturb you." Boy, she hoped that was good enough. Her innate dislike for nobles is coming to the surface again, and she really hates the pretty-make-nice speech.
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BOT
 — 10/13/2020
Initiative 14 (round 13): Izzy (@Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli])
Izzy <121/121 HP>
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/13/2020
The Baroness tilts her head at Izzy. As far as she knew, a tit was a much smaller type of bird, but she could be mistaken. "I was not aware Alaneon was a tit, I thought he was more of the owl family." 

Onim chokes, but manages to keep his composure as he leans heavily on Veyr, listening in to what Izzy in that sylvan, he knew she understood! carried on saying. More ...Ah. "Well that does make sense. He wanted to flaunt his victory. No one here is friends of Alaneon either, not but a long shot." A slow sweeping glance along the attendees.

Veyr's eyes widen at the last sentence, finding that to be most important. Onim doesn't seem as interested in political intrigue, more inclined to walk his fingers up one of Veyr's arms. He doesn't even flinch. "Innocent? But we are in the presence of an Archfolk, they cannot lie. You would need very substantial proof, mortal. Everyone knows your penchant for trickery, and you have deceived us once already."
Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli] — 10/13/2020
Izzy blinks at the Baroness and erupts again into a laugh, quickly stifling herself for the loudness of it. "Ten, Sorry, ahem-- it's an insult where I'm from, My Lady. Equivalent to. Hmm." How would Woody have put it? She was the changeling after all. "'Bleeding shtate, thick gobshite, bollix, langer and brampot'." She says slowly, trying out the words in sylvan. She cackles softly before turning her gaze to Veyr and gives them a wry look. "Can ya blame me? I'm in a room of insanely powerful, beautiful people who could crush me with a thought, if you so chose, unable to use any of my magic. I have proof, proof exists, I just don't have access. And if I can dance around the truth by choosing my words just so, he's a thousand times better at it. I can't exactly lie, either. My profession on my plane involves gathering truth, actually. At the end of the day, it always comes down to motive." 

She tilts her head a but, the smile stretching slyly. "Why would an archfey invite people who don't like him to a party involving the trial of a known rival? Why not friends or allies? Is he looking for legitimacy from peers who dislike him? Or is he trying to send you all a message?"
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BOT
 — 10/13/2020
Initiative 9 (round 13): Ellie (@Shae(s/t):El/Marlow/Rin/Mae)
Ellie <72/72 HP>
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/14/2020
Lissn takes another large swig of Rye. "I second that, these caterers have been the highlight of the night. I almost wish they were party favors too!" Lissn gives a low laugh, a rumbling sound that dips into a heart thudding bass. 

Tytu gives Alaneon a bow. "We have been thoroughly served these mortals delights, the novelty you advertised with your invitation. You did not disappoint with the proposed theme." 

Alaneon nods, looking around once more before leaning closer to the tray, looking over the small cookies closely. They looked so plain, no sparkles, or magic or anything. He plucks one up with his long fingers. All attention is on him as a mouth of pure needlelike teeth opens, the cookie slipped inside. 

Lissn attempts to subtly nudge Ellie, seeing how nervous she looks, but he's about as subtle as a dragon could be.

Alaneon puts a hand to his chin as he chews, looking up thoughtfully. "It ...is sweet and cinnamon. There is a slight tingle at the back of the throat. These were once made with magic, a shame that isn't currently there. Hmmm, I guess. Better topic, how do you like my home? Have you ever been the the magnificence of a an Arch mansion? I want to show you all my forest, come along with the cookies." *Alaneon shoots a look in the direction of Izzy. It seems he was trying to create distance with certain peoples. 

He leads them to back to the canal, before opening his arms to the floating forest, the lichen growing up the trees glowing with a subtle light. "Tell me, your honest opinion mortal." @Shae(s/t):El/Marlow/Rin/Mae
Shae(s/t):El/Marlow/Rin/Mae — 10/14/2020
Ellie keeps a steady smile as Lissn and Tytu switch from Common, far more interested on Alaneon's decision vis a vis snickerdoodles. The 'nudge' from Lissn almost  breaks her focus but she waits with bated breath and then more teeth why do Archfey have so many teeth. Her grin falters ever so slightly at Alaneon's lackluster reaction compared to that of Lissn and Tytu with their treats. He didn't seem disgusted so that was a win in her book, though at the mention of them being made with magic she looks down at the tray perplexed.

"Oh! I did not know that...cookies are already so magical on their own, I wonder what sort of magic is supposed to be there." She muses softly, mostly to herself, but does not comment any further as she is ushered along by Alaneon, the sinking feeling in her stomach growing the further she is from familiar faces. The lack of the unwavering warmth in her chest she usually felt with her connection to Sune didn't help the matter either.

Luckily she has the beauty of the canal to distract her from her uneasiness. Her golden eyes practically sparkle at the sight of the forest, tail swaying curiously, not uttering a word until Alaneon asks. "It's...breathtaking, truly! What a unique ecosystem. That looks like Boglow lichen, yes?" She leans forward a bit to get a closer look but does not move past Alaneon. "Seeing it growing along the trees like this is stunning, like your own personal little forest of constellations..." Ellie trails off to keep herself from going off on a tangent, hoping instead to provoke conversation. Or stroke his ego some more, or distract him with more cookies, whatever kept him away from Daemin longer.
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BOT
 — 10/14/2020
Initiative 16 (round 14): Daemin (@Juan [Dae/Dubi/Craig/Gor] (H/H))
Daemin <122/122 HP>
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/15/2020
Chief Taitoh seems surprised by this question. He takes a long sip of the minty drink in his hands, the licking wisps on his arms quieting down as he looks over the crowd and thinks. "Depends on if you're asking politically or, pure personal power. I mean, when it comes to raw power, there is no one, not in this entire realm that I would put my bet on before Relak here. I've heard the stories, and I know I am certainly not stupid enough to pick someone who looks stronger."

Relak puffs up at this compliment, their prior anger of not even having a question directed at them like they were some manner of wall dressing lessening. "I am certainly the strongest. But I can see the point too. Everyone here is extremely powerful...politically."

Chief Tiatoh nods. "But the most political power....depends on the desired outcome. War? Then the Minister of War, Lissn. Alliances? Ralan the Merciful. Control of information? The Baroness Ceal for sure. Ever person here was picked because they're the best at what they do. It's all stupid calculated and I just wanted free stuff."

Kund Enaitah gurgles in very slow bubbling pops. "Alaneon is ...someone who lacks so much of the ideals of integrity and hard work, I dare say he's... hmm. Well. I don't agree with his policies." Remembering they were in the house of Alaneon, Enaitah opts for more, polite manner of expressing his distaste. "Those who wish to be king should never be so."

Relak scoffs. "They turned you into nothing more than a walking trophy at their going to be king party, fig tree."

Juan [Dae/Dubi/Craig/Gor] (H/H) — 10/16/2020
Daemin digests the three beings' responses, and looks to Relak. "Yes... just a trophy. Gods forbid if I were to speak freely... or can I?" Daemin puts a finger to their mouth, and a smile begins to form. "Fine Fairfolk, may I indulge you three in a story? Where I have taken residence, the currency of any business is a story of one's past adventures, and I think... I have a story that you will all enjoy." Daemin gives a small bow before continuing. "I call it... The Fig and the Tit."

Daemin smooths out their robes, being careful to avoid the spike in their chest, and gives a smirk to Relak. "In a not too distant past, there was once a fig, who aspired to be something more than it was. It had dreams of growing past the grass, to be able to see all far and wide with no obstructions. While the fig was beginning their preparations to plant themselves, a nasty tit showed up, and mocked its dreams. 'Why would a fig ever want to be more than a fig? There is no place for your haughty ambitions. Remain where you are, lest you'd be eaten up like the rest of your kind.' The fig, looking up at this tit who can soar above the canopies, let out a sigh. 'How can one such as yourself ever know about ambitions when you were given everything that you had so freely? Leave me be, lest you will be left behind to the changing winds.'
The tit, confident in their words, flew to a nearby tree, watching the fig begin to plant itself. Every opportunity the tit had to foil the fig's growth, it took; hovering above it to divert water from falling on the fig, using its wings to blow away the first sprouts. The tit did everything it could to prove itself right, but the fig kept on growing and growing, until it grew into a tree. The fig then said to the tit, 'Now you see, before you look down on me, but now it is I who looks down on you. How much time you wasted trying to hinder me when you were only hindering yourself. And now, you look to seek perch in my branches? Away, for you do not know what you had, and now you want more than you can ever obtain.' The tit then flew away, but not before swearing to find a way to uproot the fig tree, once and for all...'"

At the conclusion of Daemin's story, they check the spike. No pulsing, no reactions... good. "I do hope you enjoy the story, even if it wasn't warranted, but... at least I said my share of what this evening is about."
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/16/2020
All three quietly drink and eat as Daemin relays their story of the fig and the tit, listening closely. Who among them is not aware of the power of stories? How they can be used to build nations and burn worlds to the ground. 

Relak is the first to sigh, their tail cracking into the tile next to them and for once, actually shattering it to pieces. "A mouthy tit. In my experience, those are not the ones who are powerful, but weak and desperately try to stop any from achieving anything before they can. Jealous and vicious, the worst kind of combination. Those are the kind I enjoy crushing the most." Ethereal blue wisps start to spark and flutter inside the bones of Relak.

Chief Taitoh nods in agreement. "Holding onto things so tightly only ensures they will slip through your hands like ash. Knowing why this has occurred doesn't really provide a means to stop it though." Another decoration disappears from the table. "Though, it does make me feel even less bad about that."

Kund Enaitah gurgles slowly. "I have fought many battles to establish my domain, and worked hard for what I have. But I still know that stopping others from doing the same is a fool's errand. I can hope that the fool presents itself before the fig tree is chopped down."

Relak growls, it is low, something primal beneath the layers of civilization of millennia, something long forgotten. "I could crush the tit now. No need for petty games."

Chief Taitoh sits on the table. "That's what the tit wants. It wants to see who is loyal to the fig tree."

Kund Enaitah takes a long sip of drink. "I've always been partial to fig. I never did like the birds that ate my labors."
Juan [Dae/Dubi/Craig/Gor] (H/H) — 10/16/2020
Daemin stands there, absolutely stunned. Are... they really stating this? "I... figs are always stubborn, but knows what allowed it to thrive in it's environment. And never forgets." Daemin lowers their voice to a whisper. "The help have been gone for some time... I do hope they find food with a bit more... sustenance for your liking, and the party can come to end very... soon because of it. BUT." Daemin bows once again. "I do hope you all enjoyed my tale. Relak my love, be careful with your temper... for now. The party should not end that quickly, at least before everyone gets right and drunk for the key people." Daemin lets out a melodic laugh, glancing over to Overlord Ralan, Margrave Isackn, and Viscountess Tivea
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/16/2020
Relak focuses hard on their drink and food while the mushy undertones are being spread about, grumbling the whole while. They had been so worried seeing Daemin shackled up like this, and here they were, thriving as they always did.

Chief Taitoh looks around at the help, before their eyes widen. "A sneak fig tree. A party stealing sneaky fig tree, I love it. I want to have a real celebration, I can't wait to see what the help provides. It already started out tasty, I look forward to delicious."

Kund Enaitah refills Daemin's drink. "You should get drunk while you can as well, Daemin. To make it a truly memorable Archfolk party." 

Relak suddenly laughs. "Hey, this drink feels funny now. One of you should fight me. Come on, anyone who slays me gets to be a GOD." Relak waves the Sangria in their hands, eyes alight with magical delight.
Juan [Dae/Dubi/Craig/Gor] (H/H) — 10/16/2020
Daemin laughs at Kund Enaitah's urging, and downs the drink in one go. "Oh, that is definitely sweet, Relak, you should try this one. I'll be right back, and hopefully good and drunk when I return!" Daemin turns to leave, but pauses. They whisper to the group, "Thank you," before heading off to the nearest table to gather more drinks for everyone.
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BOT
 — 10/16/2020
Initiative 15 (round 14): Afhiri (@Vensis(Fae):Illari/Al/Barns/Tik)
Afhiri <123/123 HP>
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/16/2020
Afhiri returns to the party, continuing to provide food and drink, watching at the patrons begin to relax, soften, and get more into the party spirit.
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BOT
 — 10/16/2020
Initiative 15 (round 14): Esmerelda (@Shayra {Es/Maisie/Norria} (S/H))
Esmerelda <55/55 HP>
Shayra {Es/Maisie/Norria} (S/H) — 10/16/2020
Seeing the group she has just served appears disinterested in interacting with her, Es turns and frowns, seeing Ellie pulled apart a little by Alaneon. She's supposed to also be the tiefling's bodyguard. She shifts her tray, unsure of what to do, and her eyes widen momentarily. Delilah's great baleful ruby is once again glowing on her finger. She glances down quickly. Dad's sword has that soft glow again. Thank Tyr, they managed to disable whatever was blocking magic!

Going back to the table to grab another tray, this one of chocolate cakes that might now actually have an effect on people and a random bottle of Fair Folk alcohol, she manages to whisper to Afhiri, "Magic's back. I'm going to get closer to Ellie. I don't like how she's been singled out by our host. Be on your toes!" Then she works her way among the guests, feeling the rhythm of the movement as Oberon taught her, getting closer to Ellie. "Lady Ellie, I have the new tray for you here," she says, eyeing Alaneon warily, willing the Archfey to turn towards her, away from the kitchen entrance.
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BOT
 — 10/16/2020
Initiative 14 (round 14): Izzy (@Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli])
Izzy <121/121 HP>
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/16/2020
The Baroness lets out a long fluttering noise from her throat at Izzy's explanation, seemingly amused by the flurry of words. "Ah, a tit, how fitting then. I will remember that word for later."

Onim slides off of Veyr, draping himself over Izzy if she allows it. "Ah, flattery, my favorite thing in the evening. You can keep going with how powerful and beautiful everyone is. By the way, you smell delightful this evening."

Veyr listens, but crosses his arms. "I'm not usually inclined to believe the argument, sure I lied, but I lied for you. Of course Alaneon invited the current company. He didn't want allies, he wanted those he would be working with the most when he became king. It's pure gloating, but it isn't against any rules. Just annoying."

The Baroness gets her composure back. "It's a common thing. If he is to be king next, he gets to check out if we'll play nice, or try and usurp his goals. Aren't Archfolk parties fun?"
Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli] — 10/16/2020
Izzy's bright grin at the Baroness stiffens a little as Onim drapes himself over her shoulders, not hard considering he's a foot taller than she is, much to her everlasting chagrin. But she allows it, she has every one's attention not to mention its kind of nice NO. Bad Izzy. She fights for a word for a few seconds, the warm soft skin on hers (what WAS that fabric?!) before she manages to give Onim a sly smile, unable to help herself. "What's your favourite thing in the daytime? And thank you, your touch is sublime."

She looks between Veyr and the Baroness, clicking her tongue. That was fair, though she knew more things than she had proof to show, but one word bothered her immensely. She opens her mouth and stops, hearing Jinora's voice in her ears. A satisfied little smile curls around the edges of her lips, up to her ears as she titters darkly for a moment. Perfect timing. "Good work, Belay the scorched earth. We got civilians." The message quietly sent back in common, Izzy lifts her gaze, seeing neither Ellie nor Alaneon in the room. Shit. That could be a problem. Hoping she had it under control, Izzy looks back at the three in her orbit and lifts her hands.

"Alaneon becoming the king is new. I wasn't aware of that. That's a funny little coincidence, don't you think? Considering the one person who knows the truth is right over there." She tips her head toward Daemin, "And that he happens to be on trial.?" She grins. "Lucky for you all, I pay attention. I have evidence and I can access it now." Izzy murmurs an arcane word under her breath and draws her index and middle fingers to her temple. As she pulls it away, a thought strand starts to appear, unfurling as she recalls the memories;

A man with his back turned, clearly wearing hood of some kind, ending his pact with Craig and the tavern, sometime in the spring, made clear in the memory that this was the ONLY Patron of the tavern to ever exist, where it began and ended;
.
A naga, lurking behind a bar, showing the spike in his chest to Izzy, rising to a standing position, Kassandros lifts up his shirt, revealing the golden spike that sits perfectly sunken into his chest, the angry golden lines that spiderweb out across his torso. His voice drips with a venomous sarcasm. "I adore everything my Fey does to keep me around, there's nothing like being a pawn to punish Daemin just because I ate their favorite lover." The shirt drops, and Kassandros is back on the bar, tired. Izzy expresses her anger at the situation and Kassandros rolls his hand as Izzy talks, considering it was all things he had heard before. "Anyone who tries them while I'm here plays exactly into their hands. I think my Archfey wants an excuse to wreck havoc on this place, to get back at Daemin.";

Another memory on the strand, this one a few days later. The naga looking down at the chisel on the bar, Feeling the weight of it all, and just...wanting to sleep. He sighs. And takes the chisel. The words start slow and hesitant, but there is a touch to them, a reverence. "There... was a lake in the forest. In the early morning, the sun would cut through the leaves of the leaves, dappling the grass along the south shore. Just enough sun to encourage growth, but not curl the blades to a crisp. The softest moss and grass grew there. And just enough of a lip before the glistening waters to hear them lap softly and trickle amongst the rocks and reeds."

Kassandros sighs. "After years of traveling, I found this lake, a perfect groove cut out of the wild and tumultuous land. And it is there I found respite, true freedom in sleep. To lazily fish in the afternoon, eat my fill and then sleep some more. I know what paradise is." And he wished he never knew. "So there's a story worthy of your gift.";
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Another memory this one more recent. Daemin and Kassandros in the tavern, Daemon insisting he pull the spike, to free Kassan, fuck Alaneon for what he did. Kassandros leans back in disgust. "Daemin, I can't leave the tavern. Do you have a way to stop the bleeding when you pull the spike out of my chest? It is fused to my lung." He looks down at where the spike is, tapping where it sits. "It's impervious to magic, it can only be pulled out by hand, trust me, I've tried, and died, plenty of times."

Daemin cracks their fingers. "Huh. Well, if its only by hand..." Daemin turns to the Tavern. "If you're squemish, turn away now! Maisie, I can heal him with a spell, or you can come and help out with strong healing magic!" They hop off the bar, walk over to Kassandros, and puts their hand on the spike on his chest. "You ready?"

Kassandros looks around, a pained look on his face as Daemin hops off the bar and walks over to him. He puts a hand up at Maisie. "We'll see how this goes before you make any promises, dear. Trust me on that one." Kassandros slowly lifts the loose fabric of his shirt grimacing. A thick railroad spike sits sunk to the head in his chest, angry veins spiderwebbing out from the spike across his chest.

The moment Daemin reaches out and touches the spike in Kassandros' chest, there is a sharp crack of lightning and a flash of blinding light. Blind, Kassandros doesn't look away as the spike dissolves into black ink.
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Long tendrils of ink race up Daemin's arm, and shoot like a bullet into his chest, sinking in deep. The spike burns through his skin like a brand, wracking Daemin's body with severe pain as it solidifies into his chest, sealing his fate.

Kassandros' face suddenly blurs, the laughing face of a pompous and elegant Fey shifting through his features for only a second. "Screw me? YOU WISH." The laughter fades as Kassandros is himself again, blood pouring from the hole in his chest. He puts his hand over his chest, gasping as he falls back into the bar.

"Fuck, dammit, you stupid idiot. I was of course unable to warn you, but I tried! You stupid idiot." Kassandros growls, sinking further onto the bar as his chest seeps.; The memories end there.

Izzy hands the strand to the three of them in her palm, offering each of them to touch. “So. What are you inclined to believe?” She asks softly, looking at Veyr and The Baroness.
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/16/2020
All three of them touch the offered pool, taking in the new information slowly. No comment as the next person reaches in for a touch. Onim slides his hand down the entire length of Izzy's arm before dipping a finger in, his head resting on her shoulder. He finally removes his hand, and the silence stretches. None of them look pleased by what they saw.

"That proves Alaneon hated Daemin, yes." Veyr speaks slowly.

"But it does not prove Alaneon is lying. He hates Daemin for being a traitor." The Baroness adds.

"Who was the hot naga? You had a lot of memories of him." Onim whispers in Izzy's ear, before speaking to the group. "But yes, all I see is a hooded figure once tied to Daemin's tavern, and Alaneon's fascinating plot to capture Daemin unawares. Annoyingly cruel, but not really freeing your friend there."

"I do not condone the captive, but they were freed, so that's no longer a point either. How frustrating." Veyr grunts.
Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli] — 10/16/2020
Izzy COUGHS at Onim's comment, clearing her throat and pushing away the sensation of a blush, and addresses Veyr. "kkkhhh i-it's very frustrating, yes. You know as well as I do that the Fair Folk can't lie. I can't either here unless I want it to become true. Misdirection, though?" She nods at the strand. "Underhandedness? Doublespeak? Much easier. That wasn't the story Alaneon told us." She pulls another strand; the memory from an hour or so earlier, when Alaneon addressed them with Daemin quite literally under his foot, accusing them of being responsible of facilitating regicide. "He said it was done through a patron, but the only Patron to ever exist of the tavern was THAT person. Many people come through the Nexus and visit the tavern, but they do not operate for the Nexus or any one in here, except for the Masters, who are understandably not here. And that only former patron is no longer so, as you saw, which is how Alaneon twisted the words. He is framing Daemin."

"Further," Izzy adds, "Kassan was prevented from speaking negatively about the situation. The spike bound and forced him to serve tavern goers in exchange  It debilitates magic. And that same spike that bound him is in Daemin now." She smiles a little more. "Perhaps you'd like to try and inspect it? If the trial is fair and just, surely there's nothing to hide. Though, it looks as though none of you knew about the spike in the first place." Izzy thinks for a second. "Also, there's some kinda devil with a collar on him in the kitchen. Probably relevant. We'll see."
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/16/2020
They take part in the second memory, but that only leads to deeper frowns as they work over the information. Onim doesn't really seem to care about it all that much anymore.

In fact, he continues to whisper in Izzy's ear. "Kassaaaan? How familiar. Got any good memories or your time with him? I can feel the heat on your skin."

It is Baroness that speaks up first. "The words are true. Former patronee. One who worked for the tavern that Daemin runs. The charge we were told was Daemin hired a forty king that worked in his world, that he knew intimately, and would be the one person to know about the King or Spring, a thing mortals would not. Which makes this all very frustrating."

Veyr nods in agreement. "Alaneon looks to have made a very good case for why it would be Daemin. Proving their argument to be flimsy....doesn't prove the arguer to be in the wrong."
Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli] — 10/16/2020
A shiver runs down Izzy's spine and she wheezes softly as Onim whispers. HOW. HOW COULD THIS PERSON READ HER LIKE A RECEIPT?

She lets Heir and the Baroness fill the gap it takes for Izzy to recompose herself, again. She nods, agreeing and understanding their points. "I know that as damning as all this is, it's circumstantial at best. It's his word against mine; buuut." She holds up both strands. "The same way I pulled this from myself, I can do to others. I can get the truth, if all else fails." She only knew one Forty King and she thought she remembered something about a fey heritage, but couldn't quite remember. Maybe she was mixing him up with Sene's whole nightmare parent time. Regardless, she was unwilling to throw him under the carriage, so to speak; she couldn't do that to him. Or Sene.

"There's enough cause for reasonable doubt right here, but you're right, as intelligent immortal beings often are, that this doesn't prove him wrong. So, then it falls to us to prove him wrong. Otherwise... you have a tyrant who captures prisoners and keeps them as pets for a king. Bare minimum."

Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/16/2020
Alaneon shrugs. "I don't imagine the magic would be all the powerful or interesting, but I guess I can commend the effort of you mortals to try out dabbling in magic for fun." 

The face looks down at Ellie with some measure of interest as she exclaims about the trees and lichen, a hand coming up to cup their chin. "The lichen was purposely designed to grow up the trees, it provides a romantic ambience for any who are invited to enjoy what my mansion has to offer. And, since you seem so excited by this forest, let me show you how it is so perfectly maintained."

Alaneon steps forward, and a whistle echoes through the house, winding through the trees. After a few moments, little bipedal frogs emerge shyly from some of the trees, looking at the group. They each have little collars around their necks. "How do you like my own personal caretakers? Connected to the jungle innately, they keep this place thriving."

Tytu looks at the frogs, crouching slightly to get a better look. Lissn gives his own low whistle, seeing how tiny they were.

Alaneon looks down at Ellie, clapping their hands. "So, what do you think? Wonderful, right? Ingenious even?"

Shae(s/t):El/Marlow/Rin/Mae — 10/16/2020
As Alaneon summons forth the creatures of the forest Ellie gasps softly, marveling at their stature and adorableness. They remind her of a nautical acquaintance of her parents' that would visit Crestead now and again. But her gaze falls to the collars and she gets that twisting feeling in her stomach again. The forest is beautiful, yes, and well cared for by these creatures, but is it worth keeping them captive? Forced into servitude just so Alaneon can impress guests? And surely those in the kitchens didn't want to be there rushing around creating lavish dishes they likely will never partake in themselves. And Daemin...her mouth goes dry for a moment and she struggles to keep her smile genuine. It's not right.

"It's..."just then the familiar warmth strikes her chest and radiates through her from the top of her horns to the tip of her tail, the returning presence of her goddess enveloping her like a warm hug, and she exhales. "The lichen is certainly impressive! If something so beautiful is the first thing yours guests see upon arriving, one can't help but wonder what other incredible things your home surely has within it. Quite the first impression...especially if the intention is of the romantic persuasion." She gives Alaneon a cheeky grin.

Then Ellie's attention turns to Es. "Oh! Thank you so much, dear, these will go so well with the cookies!" She makes eye contact with her to see how Es herself is faring more than anything before looking to the trio of extremely powerful beings with an inviting smile once more, particularly Tytu. At this point the apples of her cheeks are starting to sting but she powers through it. "Another treat for you to try, if you would like. A bit more rich and decadent than the cookies."
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/16/2020
(As this turn ends the mansion conversations, feel free to reply @Shayra {Es/Maisie/Norria} (S/H) )
Shayra {Es/Maisie/Norria} (S/H) — 10/16/2020
Es gives what she hopes is a reassuring smile to Ellie "I just wanted to make sure you are all right," she says softly "The Lady of the Garden would not forgive me if anything happened to you, after all..." She looks at the forest, and at the frogs with their little froggie collars "More slaves, I see..."
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/16/2020
Alaneon stands up straight, seemingly pleased with the answer that Ellie gives. "Exactly, I want this place to be open and inviting. The Fairfolk are all about feelings, and I want a place that invokes the very best of feelings. A place that you would not forget having been here. I imagine even just the little you have seen, it is beyond anything you've witnessed before?" 

Vizier Tytu regards Ellie with some quiet interest, before a soft smile appears on her face. She takes the cake from the tray Es offers. "I feel so welcomed by your presence, and by your treats. I thank you for the offering. There is nothing I love more than sweet things." Tytu takes a bite, putting a hand to her cheek. "The right amount of rich and decadent, and it tingles. You have brought me something wonderful, and I am pleased by your kindness."

Lissn grumbles, looking over the tray and shaking his head. "Nope, cannot do it. I can smell the chocolate from here. It is a shame, I prefer my decadence elsewhere." 

And then the conversation comes to a screeching halt. They all turn and look at Es. Alaneon turns slowly, their hands steepling as they look over the young mortal standing there with a tray of cakes. "I must have misheard you. Do you have a sort of issue with the staff I employ here at my mansion? Is there not something to your liking, servant?" Each word spoken with an icy slowness, pointed and cracking sharp.
Shayra {Es/Maisie/Norria} (S/H) — 10/16/2020
"Forgive me, your Graciousness," Es grinds out between her teeth "In our realm, those who wear collars such as these are....not willing participants in whatever they do. I am sure here it is just a fashion statement, no? And," she stands up to her full height, which is still laughably shorter than the Archfey "I am no one's servant. I am the Daughter of Jaelle. If I serve any, it is the God of Justice."
Shae(s/t):El/Marlow/Rin/Mae — 10/16/2020
"It is a sight I, at least, surely won't be forgetting. It is humbling that you would even consider the opinion of someone such as myself, if I am being honest." Seeing Tytu enjoying the cake but Lissn grumbling she pours another shot of rye for him and plates another steakbite. 

Then she nearly drops her serving tray altogether and the smile is wiped from her face. Ellie's heart pounds in her chest as Es squares up with Alaneon. Fuck. How can we spin this. Can't lie, obviously. Body operating on auto pilot as her brain fights to catch up Ellie is instantly at Es's side, putting herself just between her and Alaneon. Even if she can't smooth things over verbally she can at least keep him from getting to her directly, maybe.

"A misunderstanding, surely. With this context for some of us back in our respective realms it may be off-putting to see such a thing...I believe my noble friend's reaction is evident of that." She not so subtly raises the tray up a bit with the cookies facing him. "Please pardon any unjust assumptions we have made."
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/17/2020
Alaneon stares down at Es, quiet and unmoving. They barely react when Ellie steps in front of them, hands moving to steeple in front of them once more. "A misunderstanding? Oh no, I understand perfectly now."

The mouth opens wide, impossibly wide, stretching across and entire face that can't seem to hold it. A mouth full of a thousand pin thin teeth, all perfectly aligned and glistening in the glow of the lichen. A thousand needles all pointed down at Ellie and Es, as a clicking sound emits from Alaneon. "You aren't a servant you say? A God of Justice? What, is your tray your justice shield? Those cakes you serve some sort of hammer of justice." The clicking gets louder, crackling into the air. 

"But truly, I delight in hearing right from your mouth that you are not a servant of Corvus, and you have lied. How I hate lies. You will pay, Servant of Justice, how is this for your conscious?" Alaneon is suddenly petting the side of Elli's face with long clawed fingers.

Ellie feels a sharp pain rip through his head, tearing through her thoughts and scattering them to the winds. Her cloak suddenly stops working, the magic ripped from it. All Es sees is the convulsion, and the blood start to leak from Ellie's ears. "She was willing to protect you liar, and so she paid your price. Feel good?"
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BOT
 — 10/17/2020
Ellie: <88/111 HP> (-23)
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/17/2020
Everyone in the mansion here's the snapping of bells, and a rumble of thunder rolls along the walls and ceilings once more as Lissn and Tytu cry out, as things suddenly shift for the worst.
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/17/2020
Lissn and Tytu cry out loudly, seeing the blood erupt from Ellie's face. Their arguments are quelled by a lift of Alaneon's hand.

"I am not cruel, they lied to me, and entered my home under false pretenses, and so will pay the price. That was for lying, and now, we will see why they are really here. I'm all about fair trials, I assure you."

Alaneon glares down at Ellie and Es, before gesturing quickly to the room. "Bring the other mortal servants, they have questions to answer." Their voice seems to echo through the entire mansion, bubbling like sharp champagne in the sinuses as he storms back towards his throne before more can be said.

Another rumble of thunder rolls across the ceilings and walls.
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BOT
 — 10/17/2020
Vhalias was added to combat with initiative 1d20 (1) + 7 = 8.
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BOT
 — 10/17/2020
Leafa was added to combat with initiative 1d20 (8) + 5 = 13.
Initiative 8 (round 14): Vhalias (@ro | pea/vhal/arch | t/t)
Vhalias <153/153 HP>
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/17/2020
The moment Vhalias and Leafa move into the kitchen, the bone Devil looks at them both. Just a long look. "The master is wanting you in the throne room now. You best get going quickly. And nicely." 

The words ring through both Vhalias' and Leafa's head, as the long bone tail points towards the door.
ro | pea/vhal/arch | t/t — 10/17/2020
Vhalias trains their features, giving the Bone Devil an impassive look, their tone dry as sand. “Yes, I know, thank you.”

As they turn back to Leafa to jerk their head in the direction of the throne room, they sneak a glance at Qazzid. Stay close to me, and don’t speak until I reveal you.

They lead the other two into the throne room, hands behind their back. They fall into place before Alaneon’s throne.

“Lord Alaneon, Your Brilliance, how may I serve.”
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/17/2020
Initiative 16 (round 15): Daemin (@Juan [Dae/Dubi/Craig/Gor] (H/H))
Daemin <122/122 HP>
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/17/2020
Alaneon stops in front of his throne, looking over at Daemin and gesturing him to come over. "Get over here, Daemin. Your guests have finally shown their true nature, more things to add on your head. We shall get to the bottom of this." Alaneon points to the space next to the throne, his voice crackling with annoyance. @Juan [Dae/Dubi/Craig/Gor] (H/H)
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BOT
 — 10/17/2020
Fish was added to combat with initiative 1d20 (10) + 5 = 15.
Juan [Dae/Dubi/Craig/Gor] (H/H) — 10/17/2020
Daemin brings over more drink to Chief Taitoh, Kund Enaitah, and Relak, and for a while, things seem to be just like old times. Hell, they were actually getting drunk for once! In a bit of a haze, but not careening over the edge, Daemin picks up their last drink when they catch Alaneon rapidly moving to Ellie’s side. Then they see Alaneon draw blood. The glass drops from Daemin’s hand, and their mouth opens into a wordless scream. ”How DARE he harm her! Thank the gods above and below that her parents aren’t here, and that I’m in this state Alaneon, because I SWEAR WHEN I GET OUT OF THI-“ Before Daemin can finish that thought, a gush of golden blood retches from them as the spike pulses, and Daemin doubles over. Gritting their teeth, they shakily stand back up, using their sleeve to wipe away the remains. Daemins eyes faintly pulses, and by second nature, the blood is prestidigitated away, and Daemin catches himself before they break into a smile. ”They figured it out! Maybe there’s a chance after a-“ Their thoughts are pulled away at Alaneons beckoning, and Daemin grits their teeth yet again. Turning to the three, Daemin gives a overly dramatic bow.

“Excuse me, Fairfolk, but this traitor must stand by the Feathered Fey now. Thank you for indulging this one.” Daemin takes as long as they possibly could to reach Alaneon’s “throne”, before looking up at him. “I had no part in whatever actions your help has done. How could I have communicated with them when you have so smartly sealed my magic? There is nothing this traitorous one can do more than to be an exemplification to your success.”

Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/17/2020
As Daemin approaches the throne, the spike suddenly goes inert, and falls out of his chest, clattering to the floor, useless.

Daemin collapses to the ground (YETAGAIN) as the spike falls out of their chest. Taking a moment to gather themselves, slowly, a wide, sinister smile spreads over their face. “Aly, Aly, Aly... what a fucking turn of events this is, you oversized feather pillow.”

Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/17/2020
Alaneon for the first time, looks honestly astonished to see the spike fall out of Daemin's chest. All of the feathers on his body ripple, moving like undulating waves as they step back. 

"No, no no. Your sneaky little bastards have started a coup!" Alaneon gestures to the party goers, who are now watching in a dazzling mixture of interest, confusion, worry and annoyance. "I knew they were here only to steal Daemin back from a fair trial, they must be STOPPED."

The attendants look to the mortal servants standing around the room, suspicion growing. But no one has made a move yet, seeing if any would speak for themselves.
Vensis(Fae):Illari/Al/Barns/Tik — 10/17/2020
The words rumbled through the room, gather before the throne to be questioned, Afhiri froze at the table. It wasn't fear or confusion, but acknowledging that the gig was up. She gingerly set the bottle down looking at the others, especially Elli and Es who were following Alaneon back into the room. The blood on Ellie may have confirmed the facts further as Afhiri drifted from behind the table and assembled with the others. 

Looked like they were going to have to talk their way out of this with Alaneon boldly staying their presence was a coup, unless the others found information. She hoped for the best in that case, with so many archfey suddenly on alert they may not make it out with Alaneon firmly holding control. It was Daemin's approach that drew her eyes, the spike that dropped from his chest and clattered on to the floor caused her to tense. She watched Alaneon from the corner of her eye, the air of unpredictability around him was putting her on edge. Only he would show what he was going to do now that Daemin was suddenly free?

Fish/Galv/Murzol (h/h) — 10/17/2020
Scrabbling up from the basement, Fish eventually makes their way to the balcony to get a look at the party. Everyone is standing around doing nothing. It doesn't take the Observant feat to notice that things certainly are tense. As their eyes dart around at the various expressions in the room it seems that subtlety isn't exactly necessary anymore. They glance back towards the basement, then back at Alaneon, a small anger welling up. Fish retrieves the spike, hucking it as far as they can across the party towards Alaneon, watching it do nothing significant but clatter on the floor. "I DONT TRUST THAT BITCH"

The voice of Izzy echoes out before Fish vaults the balcony to land near Vhalias and Daemin. Angrily, the pull the documents stolen from the study out of their bag and returned to Vhalias hands.
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/17/2020
Alaneon does not look amused when the second spike clatters to the floor, before it is followed by a small bird. That little SHIT. With the pattering feet. Should have banished them the second they saw that damn hand. That lump on Izzy's cloak. And what are those papers he hands to Vhalias? 

"What sort of mockery of my home is this? Were you sneaking around my house uninvited? You mortals are the WORST." 

The attendants actually step closer, their curiosity getting the better of them as things start to unravel.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/17/2020
Initiative 15 (round 15): Esmerelda (@Shayra {Es/Maisie/Norria} (S/H))
Esmerelda <55/55 HP>
Shayra {Es/Maisie/Norria} (S/H) — 10/17/2020
Rats it. Rats it, rats it, rats it! Stupid, stupid girl! You got all distracted by all the pretty stuff. You forgot the first and most important precept of the lower classes. Nobility are NEVER to be trusted. These archfey may not be able to outright lie like mortal nobility, but they will stretch and twist the truth to their own purposes. You just handed this asshole a bunch of rope. You fool....

And then Ellie steps in front of her. Wait. No. I'm supposed to be protecting you...and then he strikes. Everything seems to slow for Es as she sees her friend start to leak blood from her ears as she jerks. "Ellie!" she whispers. She supports Ellie as she staggers back, quickly giving her 15 points of healing as she brushes Ellie's hair back, trying to examine her ears. "Rats it, Ellie, oh gods, oh Tyr, I'm so sorry," she whispers, trying to stop the shaking.

Being summarily summoned back into the throne room, having to follow Alaneon like children detected in misbehavior. Which is pretty much the truth, she supposes. She supports Ellie as they trail behind. She keeps her mouth tightly shut, grinding her teeth. There are things she wishes she could say, but she said way too much already. Best to just shut up now and...

The spike comes out of Daemin's chest. What? Oh...now, what does this mean...she grips Ellie's hand tightly, thoroughly confused
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/17/2020
Initiative 14 (round 15): Izzy (@Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli])
Izzy <121/121 HP>
Meg (S/H): [Del/Jewel/Wren/Ayli] — 10/17/2020
Izzy hears the cry of Ellie off in the gardens, her head whipping to the side in alarm. She watches Alaneon march back, Es supporting Ellie as they walk back into the main room. She hisses through her teeth. Fuck.

Alaneon summons everyone with a sharp word and Izzy feels the soft, warm arms leave her shoulders, the chill in their wake helping her focus. She clears her throat and nods her head to the three before making her way to the throne.

Several things happen very quickly; Alaneon crowing about true nature; the spike falls out of Daemin's chest, drawing her brows down in confusion as Daemin writhes for an instant and then insults Alaenon immediately; the accusations of a coup; the thing that breaks her out of her confusion and into a laugh is her voice suddenly ringing out from the other side of the room as Fish enters, watching them hand some papers to Vhalias. A different smile starts to curve her lips now. Gleeful, but her eyes are cold.

"On the contrary, Alaenon." Izzy speaks up, dropping formal pretense and projecting the purr in her sylvan voice as she steps forward and in front of the others lined up before the throne. Some of the others looked worse for wear. Better that she was a target, if it was needed. "We are, in fact, very interested in participating in a trial. We have been doing our due diligence in ensuring it will be as fair--" She lets the word hang on a flat note, looking Alaneon dead in the eye. A glacial gaze and a maw of icicles, "--as possible. So kind of you to release your hold on Daemin so that they can speak freely at last, as they are indeed a key witness. Surely you don't object, as someone who wishes to be the King of Spring? You wouldn't want to convict a person, innocent of the crime accused, would you? That would be reprehensible for a king, no?" 

She turns to the room, still grinning. "Gentlefolk of realms near and far, thank you for attending Alaneon's trial. Let's bring forward the evidence, shall we~?"
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/17/2020
Alaneon puffs up and glares daggers down at Izzy. "I've had just about enough of you and your words. You've been trying me all evening, and for that, you are no longer welcomed. In. My. HOUSE." Alaneon claps his hands.

Suddenly, Izzy simply disappears.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/17/2020
Initiative 13 (round 15): Leafa (@Dani/Leafa (She/Her))
Leafa <158/158 HP>
Izzy removed from combat.
Dani/Leafa (She/Her) — 10/17/2020
Hahahahhaaha what the fuck-

As Leafa nods at Vhalias's message before following her to the thorn room, servant-like demeanor quickly returning as her hands clasp behind her back, a lot...a lot happens that makes her eyes just widen and widen and widen.

The moment Alaneon opens his mouth she internally rolls her eyes, his voice was so grating with it's tone she almost couldn't wait to relax, just a little, to feel just a bit more power against him. She wanted everything to be revealed so badly whatever it was. Then Daemin enters...and words are shared...and the spike fully just drops to the ground. Then more words are said, so much yet so little seems to happen at once it's hard to focus on. Especially when Izzy speaks

And that grabs Leafa's attention immediately. Holy S h i t

And a small smile slowly creeps on her face. Oh this is gonna be great

Then Izzy leaves. Fuck. Nope. No we can do this. It'll be fine. This time Leafa steps up. She doesnt know a t h i n g, which is good, let's make him waste his resources, up his ego before hopefully everyone strikes him down

"No. N-No we should have more words. We all should. Or are you so worried of standing a little mortal trial that you gotta poof all your problems away? For someone who likes the truth it's weird how much the reality of your shit-sor-no i'm not-your shit seems to hurt you. That's just tacky i think, not only that but to act such a way in front of wonderful guests...not good for your reprehensible record already...though I guess it'll only get worse so just make it easier. You seem to take the easy way pretty often. How fucking dare you." 

God her heart is racing. Racing s o hard. If she wasn't frozen she'd be shaking. What would Izzy say? What she'd still do to piss this guy off. Just keep that up. She could die right now. And that'd be okay. She's a buffer at this very single moment. She just has to brace for it.
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/17/2020
Alaneon turns on Leafa, their feathers ruffling one more. They go to say something, and then the quiet click click click of feet that gently touch the floor by multiple feet, all moving in different directions.

The other guests very pointedly look over as Lawgiver Pyz Pynorn the Subduer. Father of the Plains, Reaper of the Greens walks forward, quietly taking their time. 

Alaneon himself steps back as Pyz walks closer. "If you have evidence to present for this trial you are requesting, then I, Pyz Pynorn the Subduer will facilitate the court ordering. I will delcare court open for session if you can present your counter argument to me. Be clear and concise."
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/17/2020
Initiative 9 (round 15): Ellie (@Shae(s/t):El/Marlow/Rin/Mae)
Ellie <88/111 HP>
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BOT
 — 10/17/2020
Ellie: <103/111 HP> (+15)
Shae(s/t):El/Marlow/Rin/Mae — 10/17/2020
Alaneon's claws trail down the side of her face and Ellie's vision goes white, searing pain shooting through her head and she's sure she opens her mouth but she doesn't hear whatever sound comes from her. Almost as quickly as it happens her vision clears, body still shaking, she stares blankly ahead wide eyed for a moment to catch her breath. She sees Lissn and Tytu react but doesn't have enough focus to make out whatever it is they're saying as she closes her eyes to compose herself, straightening her posture and exhaling shakily. Alaneon beckons them to him as he storms off to his throne room, looking quite pleased with himself. Asshole.

Not cruel...and here she though the Fey couldn't lie. Though perhaps he really did think it to be true of himself. Ellie musters up a weak smile at Lissn and Tytu now that Alaneon has taken his presence elsewhere for the moment, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes from the residual pounding headache she has. "My apologies, it seems we're being summoned. I-I hope we have not s-soiled your evening. And thank you for your kindness."

It's at that point she is aware of the blood trickling down her neck from her ears, and the shimmer of her cloak has gone dull once more. She puts a hand to the fabric and then immediately up to her necklace, sighing in relief when she feels its warmth still. While the cloak was a gift and a shame to not have in this moment she would have truly felt hopeless without Sune's blessing after literally just getting it back.

Ellie is reminded that Es is still there when she takes her head in her hands, checking over her ears, and she feels a different source of magic radiate through her. Different but soothing. While it surely could have been worse Ellie wasn't sure Es could take that hit and didn't want to risk finding out. She reaches up to cup a hand to Es's face, looking over her as well.
"Are you okay? He didn't hurt you, too, did he?" she whispers back to her, "Stop apologizing, it's fine. I'm fine. I hope the others have found something to make this next bit easier for us...anyway." 
She whispers an incantation under her breath and traces a sigil in the air, putting her hand under Es's chin tilting it up as she casts Death Ward on her. "Chin up, Daughter of Jaelle."

Head still reeling she is thankful for Es's literal support in walking back to the throne room, trying to stand as upright as possible as she goes but making sure Es, at the very least, is, giving her hand a gentle reassuring squeeze. Then a lot happens at once; the spike from Daemin clattering to the ground, Afhiri looks on edge but that's to be expected and Ellie trusts she's keeping her wits about her as this all unfolds, Vhalias, Fish, and Leafa are here now that's good, surely Vhalias and Fish were able to find something, then. Izzy. Disappears. Ellie's lips tighten into a thin line. That could be a problem. Where's Jinora and Ursu? Wait...the spike. If the spike is inert, what about the collars? Oh there are so many ways this could go.

Ellie stands next to Afhiri silently, not taking her eyes off of Vhalias, Daemin, and Alaneon, trying to blink away the throbbing headache and just focus.
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/18/2020
Tytu and Lissn do not looked pleased with how things are going. Lissn breathes a slow heated breath, smoke sneaking out between teeth and nose, as he watches Alaneon walk off. "You are not the one who have soiled my evening, dear Ellie. How dare someone touch you like that."

Tytu smiles with a measure of wicked excitement, seemingly out of place before she speaks. "Oh, how I hope my job will pertain to them, how sweet it will be to work, even though I should be partying. Call it what he may, that shows more character than anything else." 

They follow closer to the throne, and Lissn walks in step with Ellie, looking over her carefully. "Are you sure you don't want an escort? I promised to make sure you would not be caught in unpleasantries, and I have already failed in that regard." He quiets as they get within distance, when Pyz speaks up and brings the chaos to an unsettling quiet.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/18/2020
Initiative 8 (round 15): Vhalias (@ro | pea/vhal/arch | t/t)
Vhalias <153/153 HP>
ro | pea/vhal/arch | t/t — 10/18/2020
When Daemin’s spike falls out, Vhalias darts forward, finally, finally letting themselves put hands on them to ease their descent to the floor. They whisper to Daemin gently, chuckling as he barks insults at Alaneon. “Easy there, sweet, he’ll get his soon enough.”

The silence, the watchful eyes they can feel on all the mortals...

Fucking hilarious.

After a long moment of tension, they start to snicker. Softly at first, but their laughter gains steam as they stand back up, and eventually they’re cackling directly at Alaneon.

“Alaneon, Alaneon... sweetie... Your home? YOUR home?!” There are tears in their eyes as they lose their ever-loving shit. “I think you and I both know it was never your home, you glorified screech owl...!”

Eventually their sharp peals of laughter subside, and they straighten up suddenly and turn to face the guests, their voice loud and sober.

“Fairies and Gentlefolk of the Summer Court! You have all been deceived.” They gesture openhandedly back at Alaneon. “I have it on good authority that your gracious host is not the rightful master of this domain.” They glance around the room, growing concerned when they see that Izzy is no longer there but taking no time to dwell on it. 

“Who among us knows the name Tulafia? Anyone?”

A pause. “... No?” They shrug. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, considering she’s been trapped here for ages— as a Lich.”

As the Lawgiver steps forward, they bow graciously, one hand out, the other holding their papers to their chest. “Lawgiver Pyz Pynorn, I am grateful for your involvement in this matter. I hope that with your wisdom and even hand, we might have a truly fair trial, and not one in which Alaneon has stacked the deck.”
They straighten the stack of papers in their hands as they stand up straight. “In addition to unseating the true mistress of this mansion, turning her undead, and holding her against her will, we hereby accuse the Archfey Alaneon of conspiring to usurp the King of Spring.”
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/18/2020
Alaneon shakes as the accusation comes to light. The name Tulafia puts a whisper through the crowd. A long forgotten name, an Archfolk who had shunned the court and decided to live alone and reclusive. None had heard of her since, and had simply assumed she carried on in obscurity. 

Alaneon knows there is nothing he can do when that name is dropped. The only reason they would know that name is if they found...everything. The stack of papers in their hands the damning end to everything. They take a step forward.

And Pyz steps up to Alaneon. "Alaneon, I have heard the call of the mortals, and by their decree, they state to have wicked evidence against you. For this, I, the Lawgiver will declare court. At least Seven Archfolk are present to preside over the court, and we shall call it in emergency, given the gravity of the accusation. Since the original accused is also present, this court will be full in order. If you refuse, you will be taken into the chaos."

Pyz opens the front of their billowing cloak. Though none but Alaneon can see inside, they do see a sudden burst of hands of every make and size, every type, scrambling and reaching outward for the cloth, for Alaneon. Even the large bird with all their pomp withers from what they see, recoiling. "Fine FINE COURT! I refuse to be devoured in chaos!"

Pyz closes the cloak, and nods. "Court is in session." They wave a hand, and suddenly Alaneon is locked in powerful magical chains, slamming them into the ground. "As Alaneon stands accused, they have been locked in the chains of Law. Only the accused can be bound by such chains. They cannot avoid your questions, and you may present what you already have to the residing court." Pyz gestures out to the guests, who now all look very hungry for a whole new reason.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/18/2020
Ursu was added to combat with initiative 1d20 (16) - 1 = 15.
Jinöra was added to combat with initiative 1d20 (3) + 10 = 13.
Initiative 16 (round 16): Daemin (@Juan [Dae/Dubi/Craig/Gor] (H/H))
Daemin <101/122 HP>
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/18/2020
Wide eyes at the proceedings, Jalai sneaks forward, furiously writing down everything that is occurring, ink flying.
Juan [Dae/Dubi/Craig/Gor] (H/H) — 10/18/2020
Daemin smiles wider as they hear the cacophony of voices swirling around them, some calling for trial, but one comforting them... a familiar voice. Daemin looks from their place on the ground, and see Vhalias. Tears begins to form in their eyes, before another wave of pain is felt through them. Apparently having a spike-sized hole in your chest isn’t healthy for you. Clutching their chest, Daemin telepathically shouts to the room, “If anyone can spare a heal? Some gauze? Regeneration maybe? That’d be amazing. But until then, I’m going to stick to telepathy and save my breath so more blood doesn’t escape from me.” Daemin looks to the Lawgiver, and gives a nod. “I will say my part when I am not at risk from blood loss, Honorable Lawgiver. This I swear on my lineage and my ancestry.”
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/18/2020
Relak makes it to where Daemin is being coddled on the floor, looking at Vhalias, and then at the hole in his chest. "I knew you were innocent fig tree, you were always far too nice with how they treated you." Another growl, far more open now, towards the chained Alaneon.

The guests look amongst each other at the request for healing, most of them certainly not built for healing. With a longest sigh possible, Onim finally steps forward.

"I was told court would be tomorrow. I hate court, I came here for a party. And now things won't progress until your request is formally met or denied by the court." That honey voice drips with thorns now, tail lashing angrily behind him as he stomps forward.

He looks at Vhalias. "I didn't know you were his delight. Your interests told me otherwise, else I would have been more respectful to the... You know, person bound and gagged ten feet away." 

Looking back down at Daemin. "You asked to be healed, so I will do so." Onim kneels, reaching out soft hands to caress both of Daemin's cheeks, before they are pulled into a full kiss.

Warm, careful, and soft, they work to ply Daemin's mouth open, and suddenly there is nothing but the taste, the feel, of warm honey, running along their tongue. Soothing down their throat as their mouth is thoroughly explored. The sensation of the heat drunk in a sun soaked field builds as the magic gathers. A heated pulse in Daemin's chest and the wound and pain are completely gone. Onim releases Daemin, licking at his own lips with a ghost of a smile. 

"Well, at least I get to say I made out with a prisoner for the first time." Onim gives Daemin a wink before standing with a turn. "Daemin's request for healing met, we may proceed."

Pyz nods.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/18/2020
Initiative 15 (round 16): Afhiri (@Vensis(Fae):Illari/Al/Barns/Tik)
Afhiri <123/123 HP>
Vensis(Fae):Illari/Al/Barns/Tik — 10/18/2020
Afhiri's attention was drawn to Lawgiver Pyz. the sheer chaos of his limbs guiding him forward and the order in his voice, a balance she couldn't ignore. It was breath taking and her gaze stayed steadily with him as he addressed Alaneon once the accusations had been given. 

This wasn't his home, taken from another. She had noticed that there was an odd overlay across the whole of the mansion, especially with his voice, it filled the space and ran along the ceiling and walls, but never really melded with the domain he tried to call his. 

Pyz continued to be utterly fascinating approaching Alaneon and asking very simply whether he desired chaos or a trial. There was something stunning in that moment while she watched the ego chose trial over destruction. She thought for a breath, pulling her eyes away from Pyz. If they had found the information needed to incriminate Alaneon, she could enlighten the court on motive.

"With what Velvetine has presented, I, with full confidence believe this party was a show. A distraction. With who Alaneon accused as the culprit for the King of Spring's fall in hand, he could open the door directly to take the throne himself. Draw focus on the trial and away from his true workings so he may seize power with little worry. Did you steal this house from Tulafia and pretend to be an archfey, Alaneon?" Neutral in her tone, the yellow gaze lifted to the feathered fey and awaited his answer.
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/18/2020
Alaneon twists and fights, a mouth of needle teeth snapping again, but finally the chains win. The chains always win. "Yes, I came here, took this mansion for my own and claimed the title of Archfolk." 

There is an audible reaction from the guests present from that answer, shocked that not only was this someone else's house, Alaneon had dared lied and said they were an Archfolk. Alaneon struggles again. "But she was squandering her position! I had ...I had worked years and years, desperately fighting and struggling to become one. And unlike that sniveling pile of mush who just laid there and took the abuse, I decided I had had enough of your petty games and rules. I was going to be an Archfolk,and you were not going to stop me any longer."

Alaenon swiveled, glaring at the crowd. "Seeing how easily she was subdued, I don't think it was a matter of power. No, you all taught me it had nothing to do with power, or hard work. It was all about crushing any who would try to come up under you and take your glittering towers."

Pyz looks at Ahfiri. They seem unaffected by the admission, carrying on with their duties. "You accusation has been confirmed true. Do you have any further questions?"
Vensis(Fae):Illari/Al/Barns/Tik — 10/18/2020
"No, Lawgiver Pyz, that is all." Afhiri gave a respectful bow. She felt that Alaneon had said enough. Yes, she have could dug more, but confirmation had already been plainly said from the lips of the fey himself.

Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/18/2020
Qazzid bites the chain, pulling at it, causing the invisibility to drop. There is a ripple of surprise from some, but not from others as they growl. More surprise at the dragon who suddenly lunged forward and starting chomping on the chains holding Alaneon. Alaneon recoils back, his powers currently locked. 

"What did you do to Tulafia?! What did you do to my mother?" Qazzid snarls, swiping at Alaneon.

A hand reaches out of Pyz way too far, catching the claw instantly. "You wish to ask your question, you must not resort to violence. You can be admitted to the court as a witness. Do you know Tulafia, the one the elf proclaimed the original owner?"

The dragon wilts, a snarl still on their face though. Stepping back slowly from the giant creature, they finally nod. "Tulafia was my mother, and she raised me here. This was her home and he came and took her away! Made her put a collar on me and locked me in the library." 

Pyz stills in thought for a moment. "You have been admitted as a witness. State your question."

Qazzid's jaw quivers as they try and stand up straight and proud. "What did you do to Tulafia. What happened to my mother?"

Alaneon's smile at the first question crumbles at the second. "I didn't do anything to her personally. She may have had a spike put through her chest though, rendering her subservient to me. And then, someone did turn her into a lich to carry on what could only be done if she was one. Unfortunately for her, it was required for the work being done by someone else, I merely figured out a way to make it work for me as well. I only wanted the mansion, but it is how things go."

Qazzid lets out a pained roar, but before they can even lunge, suddenly they are engulfed in Kind Enaitah, floating in the malachite mass. "Sorry little one, but if you fight, you lose your testimony. This is for your own good." 

The others in the room look at Alaneon with growing hatred. Pyz nods. "We may proceed."
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/18/2020
Initiative 15 (round 16): Fish (@Fish/Galv/Murzol (h/h))
Fish <108/108 HP>
Fish/Galv/Murzol (h/h) — 10/18/2020
Fish looks around the room a bit. It didn't really hit them until now just how small they were in comparison to all the Fey folk in the room. Just how out of place they were, especially now that this room had suddenly turned into a court. All the righteous anger that had welled up quickly faded seeing the sheer gravity of what was happening. They pull the hood up tighter over their beak trying to sink deeper into the cloak. Fish trying to step back out of eye sight of everyone in the room, bumping into Vhalias as they retreat. The kenku scrambles around hiding behind Vhalias and Daemin as best the can, nervously clutching at the side of their cloak......They have no questions, no further evidence to present. Let the adults handle it, Fish just gathers, others talk. Fish doesn't talk. Fish isn't seen, Fish isn't heard.
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/18/2020
Relak watches as this little bird they had never seen this evening stumbles back into Daemin and Vhalias. Watching them hide, they wonder what part they played in all of this, as everything falls apart and Alaneon's crimes come to light. They looked at miserable as Relak felt. They wanted Alaneon to fall, but to learn one of their own was turned into a lich? 

Relak grunts, offering the little bird some of the cookies from the table without a word, just a hand out, quietly offering if they needed them.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/18/2020
Initiative 15 (round 16): Esmerelda (@Shayra {Es/Maisie/Norria} (S/H))
Esmerelda <55/55 HP>
Shayra {Es/Maisie/Norria} (S/H) — 10/18/2020
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Es reassures Ellie in an undertone as they walk back into the throne room. "The bastard was mad at me and took it out on you. I'm so sorry. I wanted to prod him a little, and I went too far. And I never dreamed he'd be such a...well, I never thought he'd lash out at you instead of me. Some bodyguard I turned out to be."

She looks over as Lawgiver Pyz Pynorn takes control of the proceedings. Listening to her, she begins to relax, just a little. Apparently, there is some kind of just trial system here? Not just a kangaroo court set up by a wanna be king...oh wow. Um. Wonder what was under that cloak to scare Alaneon? No. Don't wanna know. But it's sure nice to see that bastard in chains.

She looks over at Daemin. Pretty sure I won't have enough to heal him all the way but...oh. She turns BRIGHT RED as Onim walks up and 'heals' Daemin. Oh. Uh. Is that how healing is done? Oh. Uh. She finds the floor VERY interesting suddenly....

She listens intently to the testimony. The little dragonling startles her and brings her to tears. The owner of this house was...not Alaneon. He...he LIED?! And...wait. "Esteemed Lawgiver, if I might direct the court's attention to the evidence the chained accused has just given? Apparently, there is a conspiracy to be unearthed here. I would ask the defendant two questions. Who placed the spike in Tulafia, rightful owner of this mansion? And....who changed her into a lich? This is an action that is abhorrent to mortals as well as Fair Folk. I believe this needs to be determined, for the future well-being of your realms."
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/18/2020
Alaneon glares daggers at Es as she steps forward, another gnash of teeth and hate. "Look at you you smart little pile of mouth. Wasn't it enough getting your fri-" The chains pulse and slam Alaneon into the ground.

Pyz's voice remains every steady and unmoved. "Answer the question."

Alaneon lifts up, taking a long breath. 'Oh for fuck's sake. Here we go. It was Amber who did it. Who else would deal with such things among the fey." (DC 20 history check to know who that was.)

The sudden reaction of the court was almost more violent in their whispering growls of traitor. Nothing physical, but the words burned with hatred and heat, and some started to call for Alaneon's immediate sentencing.

Pyz shook the large head on top of their neck. But it was the child who continued to speak. "No, the trial is not finished, we must proceed until all evidence has been presented. And proceed we shall. Any further questions, child?"
Shayra {Es/Maisie/Norria} (S/H) — 10/18/2020
"No questions, Esteemed Lawgiver. Just a comment. I never lied to you, Alaneon. You made assumptions, based on your twisted ideas of how to be nobility. To you, anyone who is not your equal is a servant. I myself never claimed to be a servant of Corvus. I was here to help with a party, by his request, but I am the Lady Ellie's bodyguard. Not her servant, either. And I shall not forget what you did and how you struck out like a coward to a being who had not offended you instead of attacking who you should have." She snaps her jaw shut and turns to Ellie solicitously. "I want to see him burn," she whispers. "Are you truly all right? I still have some healing available..."
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/18/2020
Pyz nods as Alaneon spits at the ground towards Es. "We shall proceed then."
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/18/2020
Initiative 15 (round 16): Ursu (@Jerald(H/H) Ur/Rol/Psalm/Eimsury)
Ursu <84/84 HP>
Jerald(H/H) Ur/Rol/Psalm/Eimsury — 10/18/2020
Ursu makes his way back up the stairs and the scene he happens upon in the throne room. Peering around he sees that the situation has changed drastically. Listening in he realizes that court has been brought into session. As he hears things quite for a moment, he finds his time to speak as he steps forward. "You say she was turned into a Lich because it was required for the work that needed to be done, but what was that work? And how did you put it to your benefit?"
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/18/2020
Alaneon turns and stares at the large man. "You know, in our allyship, they didn't exactly tell me why they needed a lich, merely asked me to house them. They did encourage my side project though." Alaneon pauses, and then stares at the floor. 

"Or perhaps my side project was for them all along. I learned how to use a phylactery to pull the true name out of someone. No confession or otherwise needed. Ripped it right out of them and inscribed it on the collars. Creatures here wouldn't work for me, I was not a true Archfolk then, so they had to be convinced." Alaneon goes silent.

The whole room goes silent at that confession. A means of stealing a true name...

Pyz speaks up. "Any further questions, mortal?"
Jerald(H/H) Ur/Rol/Psalm/Eimsury — 10/18/2020
"Were there plans to utilize this project by you or others on beings outside of the creatures who worked on the premises?" Ursu gives a dead seriously look at Alaneon. He had fought through a maze of creatures and a Lich, all who worked against their will wearing those collars. He wishes to save Daemin, but now he also wished to see Alaneon get their proper sentence. "Or since you seem to be assuming your project could benefit your ally, could you surmise what their plans might have been even though they did not directly share with you?"
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/18/2020
Alaneon shakes his head. "I do not know what they wanted with success I achieved here. And to speculate would be to sully the court of the fey. I do not have enough evidence to state one way or the other if they planned on using it on other creatures. I merely performed small tasks as thanks for them getting me this mansion." There is a slightly smug look on his face, despite the gravity of the situation.
Jerald(H/H) Ur/Rol/Psalm/Eimsury — 10/18/2020
"I have no more questions," Ursu sneers as he sees the smugness on his face, "Though, I am glad to share the phylactery in the basement has been destroyed."
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/18/2020
Alaneon's face falls, though not by much. "Of course it has, the spike would not have stopped working if it was still intact. So...question for you, does that mean you killed Tulafia?"

Even the bubbling Qazzid inside Enaitah swirls about, looking at Ursu.
Jerald(H/H) Ur/Rol/Psalm/Eimsury — 10/18/2020
Ursu sighs, and lowers his head, "I, myself, did not land the final blow. There was an attempt to subdue, failing that, and with my life at stake, a battle did occur. It was... regretful to say the least, but in the end, before they passed on, they thanked us, and told us to tell Qazzid that they were sorry." He cannot meet Qazzid's look, and instead looks back up at Alaneon, "If I had to give my thoughts on it though, they were long dead before we got there. What we did was a mercy, even if not recognized as such by the court. Being enslaved like that is hardly living."
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/18/2020
There is a long dead silence after Ursu speaks, all those present mulling over the fact that none of this was going to bring Tulafia back. The one person who had nothing to do with any of this and was dead for it. 

It is after the long heavy silence that Pyz speaks slowly. "We shall proceed with the trial."
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/18/2020
Initiative 13 (round 16): Jinöra (@Lion(Fae):Kalamä|Röe|Jin|Rid|Bow)
Jinöra <31/31 HP>
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/18/2020
Qazzid struggles against the malachite ooze around them, wings and legs scrambling. Though trapped, their voice still makes it out, roaring and ragged. "YOU PROMISED!"
Lion(Fae):Kalamä|Röe|Jin|Rid|Bow — 10/18/2020
jinora following after Ursu will listen to the courts proceeding as they enter as Vhal officially begins to spill the tea.. they look for Izzy wanting see the wild smile they might have in a tense moment like this but is saddened when she’s not here for the trial.. curious.. looking at the people noticing Ellie’s blood a bit worriedly as she arrived will float down from the balcony holding her arm to hold her shoulder together as dust falls form the disintegration wound .. Jinora is utterly exhausted.. but the wrath she feels as the court goes on as this turkey continues to smile the wrath inside her almost overflows as she floats to directly look into eyes of Alaneon 

“As you have stated you are one who abused & killed Tulafia.. tell me this then...” her voice filled with anger as she speaks knowing the experience all too personally of what happened to tulafia 

“...you sick overgrown ostrich did you bury your cowardice head to drown out the screams of what Amber the queen of Air & Darkness did to her.. OR did your malice guided curiosity allow you to watch as she had her soul ripped from her body!?” 

she pauses letting the room ponder for a second staring utter daggers into Alaneon... 

“I have a small addition to the generals statements...” she looks the dragon in the eye with a kindness whispering “I haven’t broke my promise yet” before turning her attention to the court again

“That addition being that yes Tulafia’s phylactery & vessel is broken.. this means as her psyche & self is whole once more.. her soul is now free!” she looks around at the court as she speaks flicking a bird to alaneon as she keeps her hand behind her back as she holds her other hand with her shoulder 

“If I could make a humble request of the court this evening is that if any of the powerful beings here tonight can cast true resurrection we could attempt to right a vicious & evil action that has been done in your realm”
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/18/2020
Alaneon glares back at Jinora. "I will not be mistreated while on trial like this. I agreed to be questioned."

Pyz nods. "Please keep the inquires to the situation at hand, personal attacks will be revoke from consideration. Alaneon, answer the question. Were you here when The Queen of Air and Darkness turned Tulafia into a Lich?"

Alaneon scoffs. "Most certainly not. I simply handed Tulafia off, as was requested of me. Who am I to resist the power of the Queen standing before me demanding some fey?" 

Pyz hears the second question and looks towards the crowd. The looks are all concerned, most of them not healers. Finally, the tiny steps of Elevated Vaetanon come forward, their birds following after them. "Move move, let the Archdruid through. You pomped up folks, out the way." The mask on Vaetanon rattles, looking up far far up at Jinora.

"I can do it, but I need crystal. Gems, and lots of them. It will take me an hour, and I need the body. You got that, and I got your true resurrection. Because there is nothing I'd like more than to see Alaneon fail even more."
Lion(Fae):Kalamä|Röe|Jin|Rid|Bow — 10/18/2020
jinora side eyes alaneon as they complain & get their feathers ruffled.. the wrath she feels still pointed like a dagger but dulled ever so at wanting to save Tulafia & keep her promise... looking to Pyz nodding “I understand.. I have one more question if I may.. I’m not sure if this will be completely relevant but it might provide some insight....”

seeing Vaetonon approach she’ll pause the questioning & smile warmly as she speaks nodding as she listens.. then laughing when they talk about wanting to see alaneon fail with a sparkle in her eye & a mischievous smile she’ll say “I’m glad we share the same ambitions in this.. I can definitely gather the components. Tell me where I should bring them & I will happily do so” taking a small bow in thankfulness looking at the dragon with a smile trying to say she is keeping her promise 

she waits for her response before asking her last question hoping this is something helpful 

looking him directly in the eye with the same intensity thinking of her conversation with Lotus.. “are you the one who was attempting to summon Amber from the plane of pandemonium?”
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/18/2020
Vaetanon rattles again. "Bring them now, so I can start the ceremony. The sooner the better I say." Their head glances over at Qazzid, who is still struggling. "I can find my own spot, in fact, you know what, I'm taking one of these crystals to do it." Vaetanon walks over to the floating crystal on the fountain and with a wave of their staff it actually crackles, dislodging and floating after him. "Now, where is the body?"

Alaneon struggles against the chains, not liking where this is all going even more so. But they do get to give one last smug smile to Jinora. "No, I wasn't attempting to summon Amber to the City of Seasons. I'm surprised you knew about that, how did you know about that, child?" 

Pyz turns their attention to Jinora. And so do the others, any information about the Queen of Darkness was met with severe suspicion.
Lion(Fae):Kalamä|Röe|Jin|Rid|Bow — 10/18/2020
jinora nods chuckling a bit when Vaetanon took the same Crystal she was considering “Ill gladly lead you there..” 

she nods her head when he says no thinking that’s that then turning to leave but raises a curious eyebrow when alaneon ask a question in return.. taking note of the eyes watching her now as she may have said too much.. she turns to Pyr as she responds as they are the authority in the room but will side glance at alenon at times floating with her hands behind her back she’ll respond 

“First off.. NOT a child.. but as my intentions were, I thought the question was relevant as Alaneon seemed to have a curious relationship with the Queen of Darkness... my assumption was wrong, but as any mage worth their salt knows it’s always wise to research a little on current events before proceeding into a new realm... but to be a bit more fourth coming for the court.. I’m also familar with some stories of someone’s past dealings with them.. I hope that information is forth coming enough for me to help start the ritual I did not intend to take away time from the courts issue at hand” taking a pained bow trying to be respectful of the suspicion somewhat motioning to the dodo bird aside them before hopefully proceeding to help with the ritual
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/18/2020
Pyz thinks over the answer, before finally nodding. "It is vague, but it answers the question sufficiently enough to be dealt with at a later time." 

Freed from further questioning, Jinora leads Vaetanon off to where the body of Tulafia is, so the ritual can begin. Calming down, Enaitah finally releases Qazzid, who plops to the ground, surprisingly dry. "You kept your promise, I get to see my Tulafia again." They snarl at Alaneon once more. "You'll pay."

Pyz lifts a hand. "We will proceed."
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/18/2020
Initiative 13 (round 16): Leafa (@Dani/Leafa (She/Her))
Leafa <158/158 HP>
Dani/Leafa (She/Her) — 10/18/2020
It's been a bit hard for Leafa to focus, since the moment she had closed her  mouth she was bracing very hard. To be yelled at. Banished. Hurt. Ridiculed. It's what would happen

But it didn't. And as she opened her eyes that had shut from fear, she realized Pyz had stepped uo and seemed to be talking about a court

Court...cour-SHE READ ABOUT COURT! She can actually help with this...maybe...most likely not-but she knows how to go about it. So as she stepped back and allowed the others to take the floor, watching with a stifled laugh as Alaneon is chained down and forced to be his own undoing.

Then there's a moment where he smirks again and she just glances down. Because she needs to focus and him acting smug even in these circumstances was not helping. So she waited for a moment to speak, and then that moment came.

She watched Jinora lead Vaetanon off with a relieved sigh before turning directly to Alaneon, glaring him dead in the eyes with a smile. "The questions I would like to present to the accused is...what were your true intentions in forcing Daemin away to here and attempting to put them on trial? Furthermore, in their time spent here, how exactly did you treat them? I ask you give as much detail as possible so we....so...ah...sorry...so we may have a clear picture of the events." As she felt her anxiety begin to skyrocket at the end of her question, she made sure to stop quickly as not to embarrass herself. It wasn't hard to see how nervous she was. Though as she awaits an answer she glances down at the blood staining her clothes, then back at Aleanon before smiling, her balled fist hidden under folded arms as she pictures a reality that would be a lot more satisfying a lot faster. But this was for the best
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/18/2020
Alaneon looks like he has just had about enough of this. He sees the damn papers in Velvetines' hands, he knows this is all a show to have as much information as possible to make sure he has absolutely no way out of any of it. And the charges just keep piling up. He glares daggers at Leafa, willing their anxiety to win out so they don't finish the question, but they make it through.

"My true intentions? To become the next King of Spring of course. Now, mind you, that wasn't my original plan at all. I was content to live here and do whatever I wanted, and planned on doing that until the end of time. But then, suddenly, the King of Spring has been attacked and can no longer function? That sort of opportunity only comes once a thousand years. You have to understand, that's such an impossible thing to happen, how could I not change my goals?"

Alaneon sighs. "It's true a forty king from your realm did it, and I imagine they're even going to finish the job, given well, since that floating child already said, the King was trying to summon the Queen of Air and Darkness. I should have just stayed home really."

Pyz stomps three different feet. "There was a second question."

Alaneon groans. "I'm gettiiing there. I'm not stupid, Daemin was just locked in the guest bedroom over there." Alaneon gestures to his right, where a door on the south wall lies. "He was delivered food and not allowed to leave until the trial. I needed the trial to actually work, I wouldn't sabotage it by being needlessly cruel. The footstool thing was to see if any of you were hidden agents that would snap upon seeing it."

Pyz looks at Leafa. "Any further questions?"
Dani/Leafa (She/Her) — 10/18/2020
"What...what were uhm...what were your plans...after you'd become the next King of Spring..." Her voice is a bit quiter this time around but she continues to keep eye contact and clasps her hands behind her back to hide how shaky they were. This question might've been pure curiosity, but she wanted to at least show herself she could get through asking it
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/18/2020
Alaneon actually blinks. "What was my plan? Hmm, to simply rule. I've been spit on, stomped on, and looked down on by so many fair folk for as long as I can remember. There was the sudden delight in knowing that I could finally look down on them, after dealing with their elitism for so long, beat them at their own game. Fair folk kings don't rule like mortals, they are symbols of power and trust, the emotional bounds that drive prosperity by their mere presence. It's a dream. I planned on being looked up at, that is all."

Another long silence before Pyz speaks up. "Any further questions?"
Dani/Leafa (She/Her) — 10/18/2020
Something about his answer almost made Leafa angry. It was the truth, obviously, but it felt as if he was hoping for sympathy, at least in her eyes. And it was stupid. But she was a bit too busy calming herself to focus on that now. She looked to Pyz and shook her head, respectfully bowing before almost stumbling back a bit, away from being the center of focus as her gaze fell to the floor
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/18/2020
Initiative 9 (round 16): Ellie (@Shae(s/t):El/Marlow/Rin/Mae)
Ellie <103/111 HP>
Shae(s/t):El/Marlow/Rin/Mae — 10/18/2020
Ellie's brows knit together perplexed as Lissn and Es remark on their perceived failure, putting a hand on Es's shoulder first. "I don't know what you're talking about. You kept me safe all evening and you are a wonderful friend. He doesn't play fair and you made a mistake, so I made a decision."

She turns to Lissn, taking his hand in hers reassuringly. "And you, Marshall Lissn, are very sweet to be so worried but you did not fail anything either." Ellie smiles. "In fact, with you and Vizier Tytu present, I felt a lot more confident standing up for my friend here. So, thank you!"

The words of Daemin ring through her head but before she can react, Onim is already...attending to them. She fights back a smirk; Lady Firehair would surely be impressed by his methods. 

Then court is in session, Alaneon unable (as fas as she can tell) to weasel his way out of the situation. Her heart breaks for the little wyrmling and the fate of Tulafia, tail flicking low in agitation the more that is revealed of Alaneon's crimes. When Alaneon reacts to Es's question she instinctually puts an arm out in front of her again but the chains do their job well. She nods her head to Es, whispering back, "I am fine, truly, thank you." She squeeze both Es and Lissn's hands, corners of her lips curling into a smirk at the passionate reaction of the guests around them continues. "I think he will be getting his just desserts this evening. And it won't be more snickerdoodles."
Then she sees Leafa, Jinora, and Ursu and gasps softly at the state they're in. Without hesitation there is another quick murmur and fluid hand movements from her before they feel a wave of warmth cascade over them, healing some of their wounds. There would be more time to attend to their ailments properly later, she hopes, though she keeps a particularly close eye on Jinora.

She can't help but feel immensely proud of the progress the group managed to make in such a short amount of time, and thankful to see everyone in the same room again as tense as the atmosphere is. With everyone else handling the situation with far more insight than she would have, she does not pose any further questions for the court, continuing to listen with bated breath as it all unravels.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/18/2020
Initiative 8 (round 16): Vhalias (@ro | pea/vhal/arch | t/t)
Vhalias <153/153 HP>
ro | pea/vhal/arch | t/t — 10/18/2020
Vhalias’ expression is amused as they look up at Onim. “No harm done, Sir Onim. I enjoyed the few minutes I spent in your company, but I wouldn’t have served you from my own mouth without talking to Daemin first.” 

Their eyebrows shoot up in delight as Onim kisses Daemin, sighing in relief as they watch the hole in their chest close up. Gently, they reach down to help Daemin to their feet, their hands never leaving them. As Vhalias looks up at Daemin, there seems to be a telepathic exchange between them, and their expression simmers into a sober but warm acceptance. Their free hand slips around Daemin’s waist as they draw close to their side, glancing behind themselves at Fish and whispering to them.

“I realize this is probably terrifying for you. But you’re safe.”

They turn to face Alaneon and Pyz. “Honorable Lawgiver, I’d like to present correspondence, between Alaneon and presumably this Amber, recovered from Alaneon’s study at great peril to myself and my cohort.” They glance to the rest of the room. “Forgive my ignorance to Fair... affairs and who Amber is.” 

They produce the stack of papers, singling out a single letter, written in graceful Sylvan. They look among the party guests before settling on who to ask. “Vizier... Tytu, was it? May I ask a favor?” They offer her the letter. “Can you translate this letter to Common for us? Many of my colleagues and I do not understand Sylvan and it seemed pertinent.”
They turn to Alaneon. “As for my questions... those documents raise many that have been answered, and still more that haven’t. I ask you: how did you learn that Oladon knew part of Daemin’s true name, and how did Oladon get it in the first place? Who is Gailardia, and what connection do they have to this?”

The last question is a bluff, knowing exactly who Gailardia is, but the revelation of her involvement baffled Vhalias. That Oladon and Gailardia had been implicated had been stuck in the back of Vhalias’ mind since they left the study. Pyz’s verdict certainly won’t be the end of this, especially not for Cas. They need to warn them and Arkmir.
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/18/2020
Tytu steps up, and starts to read the letters as Vhalias moves on to question Alaneon.

Alaneon sighs heavily. "I don't know exactly how Oladon got Daemin's true name. I put my feelers out and found out they had done something or other with some former patron. Oh, wait, I remember. Oladon captured Daemin's former patronee and tortured them extensively. In horrible unspeakable ways and pulled so much good information from them, I assumed that was where the name came from as well."

A shift of chains. "And then I found out something very very sneaky from Oladin and further digging. Daemin's former patronee had a new patron. Daemin's former ally Gailardia! So What better people to convince to help me bring in Daemin as a traitor, they would be so sincere in hoping the trial went fairly. And if it failed, it would be their fault. They have no connection beyond an easy way of keeping my hands clean if the original trial went to shit."

Finished reading, Tytu speaks up. "These letters handed to me, they are the journal writings of Tulafia. Recounting how they were training Qazzid in helping in the garden, and how they had started to allow other creatures to help out as well. There is mention of a love letter, but the love letter is missing from these."

Pyz looks at Vhalias, hand reaching out for the papers. "Any further questions?"
ro | pea/vhal/arch | t/t — 10/18/2020
Vhalias’ hand tightens on Daemin’s side slightly, handing the papers to Pyz. “Only one. You mentioned, at the beginning of the evening, a magical tree causing destruction in the City of Seasons— whose doing was that, truly?”
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/18/2020
Alaneon looks mildly surprised by the question. "Oh, that was entirely unintended. I had no idea that the King of Spring was hiding the Dreaming Tree in his basement. Truly idiotic if you ask me. I'm more shocked the Gloaming Fey didn't descend upon the city and tear it to pieces in response, it's their lifeblood."

Pyz looks over the papers, using the code to read it all. They nod. "The papers will be held as evidence. Any further questions?"
ro | pea/vhal/arch | t/t — 10/18/2020
“None.”

Juan [Dae/Dubi/Craig/Gor] (H/H) — 10/18/2020
Daemin listens to everything that has been said thus far; all the truths that Alaneon had stated, the mountain of evidence thrusted as everyone speaks up. As the trial continues, they feel the surging of their magic fully returning to them, enveloping them in a warm hug. Head still swimming with Onim’s… healing (they’ll make sure to Send to them later), Daemin wraps an arm around Vhalias in response, holding them close. Once this was over, things are going to be different… When Vhalias has said their piece, Daemin takes a tentative step forward. “I believe… I have to uphold my end of the request I made now.”

“I, Daemin, Master of the Nexus Tavern, Former Archfey, Supreme Sage of Exandis, hereby make my true statement. Yes, I do know a 40 King. He is, in fact, my son-in-law. However, there is no Archfey to Patron pact made, only the bond of trust and love. I do not know his everyday whereabouts, and when I saw him last, he was missing an eye, and I scolded him for ever going near the Feywilds. I never sent him along, he is not under the patronage of anyone now. If there is a crime for loving my child’s husband as my own, then condemn me now. However, any links to me causing harm to the King of Spring and the Dreaming Tree are all heresay, and as much as I love seeing you all again, I want nothing to do with any court. However, if any of you want to visit me, you are all more than welcome to stop by! If there are any questions that the Honorable Lawgiver would like to make to me, they can do so, but if you’ll allow me…”
Daemin walks a step closer to Alaneon, and sighs. “I pity you. We are both two sides of the same coin; fey wanting to be more than they were. Now I hope that you see the error of your ways, and I wish you a better life from your sentencing. I hold no ill will to you since you did not treat me horribly while I was imprisoned. But Aly… be better than this. You had so much potential for you to give it up and look for a dastardly way to ascend. And I know I don’t have to say this, but to get the point across…” Daemin Misty Steps right in front of Alaneon’s face. “If you ever step foot into my Tavern, I will make sure your feathers are completely plucked from you, so that we can really see what is under that façade.” Daemin summons two Mage Hands and they deftly pluck two feathers from Alaneon. “So it has been said in the Court, so it will be uphold in the Nexus.” Daemin slowly turns around and saunters away, but looks over their shoulder. “Goodbye, tit.”
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/18/2020
Pyz listens to the statement of Daemin. They all listen to the statement of Daemin. Though Pyz tries to condemn Daemin for plucking Alaneon's feathers, it's drowned out by the loud cheers and jeers from the guests at the party. Though Dauphine Jik Duk is noticeably missing entirely from the guests. Pyz knows when the tide is lost, and simply shakes their head. There can only be so much done with Fey, they did love pushing their luck.

Pyz reads over the papers again, mulling over the evidence before turning to the court. A number of arms and hand reach up, trying to get order in the court again, as multiple fey are now slapping the hell out of Daemin's back and trying to shake his hand. Fey love their parties, even when it's a roasting party. "What say the court on this?"

Viscountess Tivea, Margrave Isackn, Baron Onim, Overlord Ralan, Heir Veyr , Baroness Ceal, and Vizier Tytu step to each other, and begin deliberation. Finally they step forward. 

"I, 
Viscountess Tivea Adalyla, Blessed of the Light, Marshall of the Accursed 
Margrave Isackn the Scornful, Minister of Technology, Patriarch of the Void
Baronet Onim Chotes the Salient. Archpriest of Healing, Lion of the Earls
Overlord Ralan Traes the Merciful. Prime of Dreams, Guardian of the Deep.
Heir Veyr the Obstinate. Divine of Spirits, Governor of Shields, Blessed of the Reach.
Baroness Ceal Chanila the Great III. Herald of the Arcane.
Vizier Tytu Idael the Mournful. Lady of Iron, the Immortal ruler of the Suffering Hills.

declare Alaneon guilty of usurping the home of Tulafia, working with the Queen of Air and Darkness to allow one of our own to be turned into a lich, and conspiring against all fairfolk to steal the throne of King of Spring."

They speak in unison, their voices strong and without hesitation, all seven of them declaring the evidence presented at the party to be sound and firm.
.
Tytu continues to step forward, not stopping. "By the law of the lands, I Lady of Iron, the Immortal ruler of the Suffering Hills declare you to be bound and delivered to your punishment. Crovus looks forward to your visit." The third eye on Tytu's forehead opens up, as Alaneon tries to crawl away.

"Noooo no, not Corvus, anything but that. This was a setup!" Tytu takes a breath, reaching out.

Her hand touches Alaneon's forehead, and the eye on her forehead opens further. There is a flare of light, and then suddenly, there is no Alaneon. Nothing but the soft stormy glow of a light now in her lantern. "My bounty for the evening has been acquired. I thank you all for you assistance in this matter."

A noise is heard from the kitchen door, and a revived Tulafia emerges with Jinora and Vaetanon. Her hands go to her mouth, and the tears immediately start. Qazzid is suddenly a scramble of paws and claws, slamming into Tulafia. "You're ALIVE THEY DID IT. THEY Saved you."

"You aren't mad at me?" Her voice is soft whispers of moss and twilight.

"No no! It wasn't you, it was never you. I missed you so much." Qazzid starts to keen loudly as the emotion takes over. 

Tulafia slowly pets Qazzid. "Dear, I have to thank everyone. Please." She slowly stands, walking over to where everyone is standing. Qazzid follows right on her heels, delighted, and pressed against her. Tulafia clears her throat, and then flushes, unable to look at anyone in the face. "I'm sorry, It's been so long since I've seen people...And I hurt some of you, and I've never been god at this. I'm sorry, thank you. Thank you so much for stopping this. My home is your home, forever." The mushroom on her head glows, flushing further.

The two hollyphants get excited, and start to trumpet, collars no longer on their flying bodies. Sparkles explode everywhere.
Shayra {Es/Maisie/Norria} (S/H) — 10/18/2020
Es lets out the breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. So. Fairness did exist in Fair Folk courts. She had worried and wondered. She smiles at Ellie tiredly, wondering how much longer she would have to endure party now, or if they'd be able to go home soon. She's realized in the past half hour or so that she's very, very thirsty. And forgot to bring water.

She laughs at the hollyphants. She's so glad the collared folk are all free. Slaves, servants, whatever. Nothing should be coerced against their will.

She walks up to the Lawgiver with just a little trepidation. "Esteemed Lawgiver, if you ever deign to visit Daemin, I trust we could perhaps have a further discussion on the topics we had started on. I am thankful to see that fairness and justice do rule in the land of the Fair Folk, and this Child of Destruction would be honored by your visit." She bows and goes to join her friends.
ro | pea/vhal/arch | t/t — 10/18/2020
Vhalias watches the other members of the Court crowd around Daemin, eventually slipping between the shins of one of the taller guests and making their way to their partner. They reach for their hand first, fingers catching as they pull themselves the rest of the way through the throng. Ignoring the presence of literally everyone around them, they reach up to grab one of Daemin’s branches and steer them down for a sound and both long and long-overdue kiss.

Eventually they break away just enough to murmur against their lips. “Do you know how fucking long—“

They blink, noticing finally that Daemin’s cheeks are wet. They see the tears in their eyes, but...

They let go of his branch and feel their own face, finally realizing that they themselves are crying.
BOTS MARS!!!
BOT
 — 10/18/2020
Combat ended.
Fish/Galv/Murzol (h/h) — 10/18/2020
The last words from Vhalias help, but it's hard not to still feel guilty. They slink back into whatever shadow they can find for the time being. Hearing the more natural voice of Tulafia and the delighted sounds from Qazzid settle them down a bit, but there's still a guilt in the back of their mind. They look out at the party, the happy faces and smiles, it seems nice. Fish accomplished the mission. Family seems safe...hopefully that's enough. Fish flips their hood down, but stays in the back. Waiting for the time to go, not quite knowing what celebrating like this actually entails.
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/18/2020
Qazzid makes a note to have Tulafia meet Vhalias, Fish, Jinora, and Ursu, having seen all four of them promise to save Tulafia. Tulafia will very shyly thank each one of them, and express how truly indebted she is to them, and how they gave her a second chance at life.
Dani/Leafa (She/Her) — 10/18/2020
As the seven fair folk of the court came together and eventually, in a unanimous decision, deliver the news that is probably the best string of words that set off the best string of events that Leafa was absolutely hoping for this e n t i r e time

And now it's here. and it's happened. They've done it. They've really done it. It's over. And to top it all off, watching the sad excuse of a...stupid....chicken-insults don't matter, watching the bastard be reduced to crawling desperately on the floor, only to be transported to a fate most likely worse than death...man it felt good. Really good. Then Tulafia and Qazzid's reunion makes her smile, almost tear up a bit. In a way it...gives Leafa hope maybe she'll soon be able to do the same with her own family, in her own plane, and it also reminds her that it's a good idea to take advantage of the opportunity she is forever thankful for, being able to be surrounded by people she loves still, in places like...well not like this but the Nexus. And to still experience and help.
BUT then there's trumpet sounds and sparkles and people celebrating. A lot of people-wow that's a lot-okay Leafa take advantage of this you say final goodbyes and-where's Dauphine? As she looks around the crowds and even glances outside the throne room, she realizes she's no where to be seen. She sighs. Well...yeah no that...that makes sense. Slightly more dejected but absolutely still in high spirits, she stumbles back in, holding her head a bit as she scans the crowd, making sure to go over immediately to Ellie and Es and thank Ellie for healing her and to check if Es was okay

After that talk, she thinks for a moment...who was the other person she wanted to meet. She then spots Tytu. The person who delivered Alaneons fate, and a tired smile creeps on her face as she nervously walks up to her "H-hi...hi I...i'm probably-we're all probably leaving soon and I just wanted to say I think you seem really cool and what you did was...cool and i've wanted to meet you all evening but I just thought i'd say hi you can call me La'Vey if you want that'd be cool okay nice to meet you sorry to bother i'll go over and panic no-I didn't mean to say that out lou-it's really lou-" And then she attempts to scurry away to a corner and hide from everything, happy but also still recovering a bit
Juan [Dae/Dubi/Craig/Gor] (H/H) — 10/19/2020
Daemin laughs and whoops with the rest of the Fey and Elder Beings. Gods, it was almost tempting to try and make a bid for Archfey again! But, that thought gets dashed away when a tug on their head branch results in a kiss from Vhalias. Daemin, as Vhalias pulls away, pulls their head back to them. "I missed you too, Lovely. I don't want to imagine how long it was for you." Daemin wipes away the tears that are freely flowing from Vhalias. "Now... let's promise to try and stay out of trouble for at least fifty years." Daemin lets out a sobbed laugh, as they look above and around them. "It was amazing to see you all again, and you know for sure that the Tavern doors are open for you all! It would be good for you to see something different, and experience a bit of my home now. Now, is this day going to end like this, or are we going to let this party go to wa-" Daemin stops themselves as they realize... this is someone's home that just  got resurrected. "I mean... party at my place?" Daemin gives their signature grin to the Archfey's and Elder Beings.
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/19/2020
Lady Tytu is surprised that someone would walk up to her, looking at the woman who walked up to her. And then the pouring of words that came with her. Far slower in their words and movements, Lady Tytu almost doesn't get a word in as the woman tries to escape. 

"Ah, dear, with the pretty green hair? It was nice to meet you La'Vey, you seem very nice and considerate and if the party were of a different nature I would have loved to get you know you better. You were not a bother. Perhaps I'll visit the Nexus thanks to Daemin's open invitation."
Dani/Leafa (She/Her) — 10/19/2020
Leafa pauses the moment Lady Tytu seems to respond to her, she was so put together and sweet...and pretty...imagine hugging her...and her tai-LEAFASTOP-She looks back at her and gives a polite bow and nod "I-i...would...love that...yes..thank you..." She feels a lot better and surprisingly calmer after just hearing her voice 

She then does make her way to the corner, waiting for the signal that it's time to go. Then it registers that she called her hair pretty. Huh. Wild. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/19/2020
There are cheers that accompany Vhalias kissing Daemin, and more claps on backs. They step back though, giving them the room they deserve as they are reunited. Though there is a mixture of groans and laughter as Daemin first tries to offer Tulafia's mansion,

who glows very brightly at the idea of the party continuing after all of this,

and then back to Daemin who switches the invite back to the Nexus. There are quite a few who profess they like the idea of visiting, to see what could have possibly made Daemin decide to leave behind being an Archfey. 

Though the general consensus boils down to a party some other day, as this one was quite enough for everyone. For now.
ro | pea/vhal/arch | t/t — 10/19/2020
Vhalias laughs, shaking their head at Daemin’s notion of staying out of trouble. “We can only try, sweet... You promised to always come back, but here I am.” They can’t seem to stop crying, even through their smile that radiates their gratitude to be here with Daemin. “Two weeks... You were gone two weeks, love...” 

They refuse to break contact as long as they can, tucking their nose under Daemin’s jaw. They hold them close as they speak to the other Folk, frowning. “Daemin, please, we need to get back to Cojiñi...”
Lion(Fae):Kalamä|Röe|Jin|Rid|Bow — 10/19/2020
jinora will happily hug qazzid & Tulafia if they accept Tulafia by the hand if they allow in a brief moment “I’m glad we could get you a second chance.. I know your probably processing a lot right now but as someone who understands I’d happily come over for tea & listen if you ever need anything. I’m only a “send” away” shell squeeze her hand hoping that she is going to be ok knowing all the emotions they are probably dealing with at the moment... 

.. shortly after she’ll make her way to Fish she’ll say warmly as she’s very thankful “Hey fish.. thank you for saving us back there.. it was very brave of you to stay & fight with us.. I very well could have been a pile of dust without you.. sooo thank you for having my back in there” she offers them a hug if they’ll receive it
seeing the baroness again Jinora will remember she promised to bring her another drink.. she’ll happily walk by the sparkle & glitter shooting celestial elephants as she smiles at the spectacle before making her way back to the baroness... her hair down now & sleeves rolled up displaying her many tattoos to hopefully distract from the blood & dust on her robes as she floats over to the baroness making a similar drink before using encode thoughts to add something special to the beverage this time she gives a big smile this time as she approaches with the drink this time no longer golden but glowing a bright purple as it reflect a piece of her psyche.. offering it with a big smile “Hello again your Radiance.. I wanted to make sure I got you that second drink that I promised earlier.. I hope my absence for a while didn’t leave you too bored this evening.” she says with a warm smile as she floats in a more relaxed position now.. she explains the new drink but spends more time on the ending.. 

“this.. this one might be a biiit different as it’s actually magical now, but I hope you like it.. it’s a well.. you’ll see..” she pauses for the baroness to try is if she so chooses “... I really enjoyed talking to you earlier & I was hoping you’d maybe like to talk some more this evening or even in the future? I hear there is a nice library here if you wanted to try slip away?” 

chuckling a little as to make it not too serious of an offer but to just start the conversation.. the bluish blush in her face growing as a mischievous smile will show just a bit as she laughs a little at how nervous she is getting, trying not to think about that dream too much in the moment. 
(The memory she inserted was the first part of the dream of just the idea of them sitting in a nice library together talking & reading and the warmth Jinora felt in that moment that’s followed by the feeling a ocean breeze & the warmth of a setting sun as the ginger infused part of the drink sings through)
Shae(s/t):El/Marlow/Rin/Mae — 10/19/2020
Ellie sighs in relief at the verdict, smiling back at Es and pulling her in for a hug if she lets her. Then she turns to Lissn once more with a bow of her head. "Quite the evening! I think we're going to go home now...I think there's still another bottle left in the storage room, by the way, I'm sure no one would mind if you snagged it~"
She will open her arms inviting him for a hug as well if he wants, wishing him and Tytu a warm farewell regardless.

Glad to see Vhalias and Daemin reunited, Ellie makes sure everyone is accounted for before the quick trip home. Knowing there are far more powerful healers waiting for them at the gates she does a quick check in on Jinora with a healing word to hold her over until they get home. She raises an eyebrow at the strange reaction to her magic from the wounds, tilting her head curiously but judging by how Jinora is quick to pull away she does not speak on it in front of the others. Perhaps something to ask about later once everything is settled. For now, she is just happy everyone is safe.
Sink (S/T): Cal/7/Enigma/Hepsie — 10/19/2020
At first, Tulafia is shocked and shaking at the idea of receiving a hug, and even Qazzid is quick to try and defend her, saying that Tulafia is shy, but ultimately, she steps forward and accepts it. Stating that she is so sorry she hurt Jinora so badly, how she was so grateful that Jinora didn't hate her for what happened and how she hates hurting others more than anything. Squeezing her hands back and telling Jinora that she had a teleportation circle in her garden that could be used at any time, if they so wanted to, as they were welcome like everyone else.

The Baroness is surprised by the drink, and even more so by the memory hidden within, looking it over closely before also inspecting Jinora. She regretfully declines slipping away to the library, having enough of this place and what occurred here, but does express interest in talking to them in the future. 

The Baroness reaches into her dress, and pulls out a stone carved of Siberys dragonshard and inscribed with arcane symbols that uniquely identify it. She offers it to Jinora, explaining that it is a speaking stone, and would allow them to call the Arcane Archive where she works as the head curator, and she looked forward to future conversations they may offer. That if maybe she enjoyed their conversations, a formal invitation to the Archive might be possible, even for one of their constitution, normally disliked by fey.
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Lissn engulfs Ellie in a hug, almost refusing to let go until Lady Tytu has to clear her throat and remind him of his station. There is much gushing about how Ellie is a pretty doll and much adored. How she was so helpful and it was a shame Alaneon put his hands on her like that. 

Tytu apologizes that Ellie got wrapped up so unpleasantly in her job, that she had been sent here in case they were able to find out what Alaneon was really doing, and hopes Ellie can forgive her for being misleading in her presence at the party. But she does give Ellie a small tidbit, stating that their help here did truly help the gloaming fey like herself, and they would not forget that.