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| Paths; Part 1: The City of Four | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 1 2012, 03:47 AM (115 Views) | |
| Volksgeist | Jun 1 2012, 03:47 AM Post #1 |
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The time of the tourney had arrived. People were milling about all over The City of Four. There were members of every main house and many of the minor houses, all lodged in different inns, and each day the roads of The City seemed a little more crowded. Many merchants and peddlers had appeared within The City, seemingly overnight. With the massive crowds, the makeshift tents set up all over the street, and the general congestion of the roads, it was almost impossible to navigate on foot, let alone on horseback... and yet the Aegis still maintained such an air of authority that people parted easily when they passed. This made it much easier for all of those from major Houses of Peleras to make it around The City, and often one could tell when those noble faces were making their way around The City by the parting and watchful eyes of the people. It was the night before the tourney, and all members of the major houses were welcomed to the great feasting hall of The Alabaster Keep by The Four Thrones. All of the the Four would be in attendance. As the eldest daughter of Brom Westead, Alexandria was required to appear at the feast promptly on time and to take her seat in accordance with the seating plan. The pressure was on. Please post in the Grand Tourney Feast thread as soon as possible! |
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| Volksgeist | Jun 14 2012, 01:10 AM Post #2 |
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Alexandria departed from the great feast hall of the Alabaster Keep. The air outside was cool to her skin, that strange mountain-breed of air that left one initially light-headed and iced one's lungs deep down. With her family and their small section of guards that had accompanied them from Steed's Wharf, they made their way to the inn in which they were spending their visit to The City of Four. It was three stories of white stone and silver and the rooms on the third floor had been entirely set apart for their party. They reached the inn and climbed the stairs and, soon enough, Alexandria found herself alone in her own room. Though it was dark, there was still plenty of time to view The City if she so chose. |
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| 『 』 | Jun 14 2012, 02:10 AM Post #3 |
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Alexandria walked into her room and sighed, It was nice to be out and about like this, back in Peleras, but she wanted more of a chance to speak to her father. Nevertheless, the day was more or less over, it seemed. She slowly and tiredly pulled her grey dress off of herself before the mirror. Looking at herself, bare in the reflection, she eyed herself up and down. She had grown a few inches, right? A year does that to you, right? Shaking her head she walked over by the window. Not in front of it, for she didn't wish to display herself before the enitre city, but just enough so that she might see outside. Should she go outside? Naah, there would be time tomorrow for that. For now, she was still used to off-set time of being in another part of the world altogether. She would usually be asleep right around now. Her tiredness spoke volumes of that. She sighed once more, and grabbed a simple night gown, grey like most other things she posessed, and pulled it over herself. She twirled once, keeping herself within the reflected view, and smiled, pulling the hair sticks from her head and letting her mane fall down upon her shoulders. She spun them in her fingers a few times, and took an archery stance, pretending the two sticks in her hands were arrows. "Ah!" she said with a smile. That's right. She still hadn't gone out and tried her archery displays in quite a while. She casually looked back into the mirror and pouted. She did not want to get dressed now. "It'll have to wait 'till the 'morrow, I suppose." Placing the hairsticks upon the side table of her bed, she stretched once and yawned. Alexandria Westead. A woman of true... tiredness. She chuckled to herself and crawled into her bed, making herself snug, warm, and comfortable. |
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| Volksgeist | Jun 14 2012, 03:22 AM Post #4 |
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As night moved in, Alexandria found herself lulled into a deep sleep. Within her mind played images of what the ensuing day might entail: acts of chivalry, jousting, the melee, and all other sorts of things. She even saw within her mind herself participating in an archery contest, and she dreamt that she laid one on the bullseye and then split that one with another arrow. Everyone cheered. And so night passed and gave way to the Tourney Day. Please wait while others ready for the Tourney Day! |
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| Volksgeist | Jun 28 2012, 02:37 AM Post #5 |
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-- The Grand Tourney thread is up. Please post turn your attention there as a noble.-- |
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| 『 』 | Aug 2 2012, 03:28 PM Post #6 |
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Alexandria returned to her room and sat down upon the bed without doing anything else. She sighed heavily, and brought her attention to the window of her place to see if it had begun, or otherwise was still, raining. "Such a bad day today..." she said aloud, to nobody in particular, "Such a shame..." |
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| Volksgeist | Aug 28 2012, 06:12 PM Post #7 |
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As Alexandria sat and watched the rain fall outside the window, she saw a dark shape in her peripherals swing the door open and move into the room with her, closing the door once again. When she turned her head, she was met by the sight of her elder brother, Gileon Westead. He was tall and gaunt with pale skin, silver eyes, and jet-black hair. His thinness was bordering on gaunt, giving him an appearance of being emaciated. Her father had told her that, when her brother had been born, he had been born in the midst of winter and had been very sick. In a lot of ways, he had never outgrown that appearance. He was strong and stood tall and, in a lot of ways, reminded Alexandria of their father Brom, but his physique betrayed his personality and true physical attributes. The two had always been quite close, being the only children of Lord Brom. Gileon took a seat and stared out the window momentarily. "Alexandria, what do you make of all of this?" His voice was quiet, somber, much like it always was but behind it now was some alien emotion she had never heard from him. Was it worry? Or was it something different, more profound...? But then, it was too late to think. Bells began to peal far off in the distance. Alexandria and her brother, Gileon, made their way downstairs where they found a large crowd gathering. As they moved amongst the people, they saw a large funeral procession emerge from the gates to The Alabaster Keep and move slowly toward The High Temple of St. Ambriel. One of the Tetrarchs, Lord Aeron Meson, was leading the procession along with a host of black-clad Aegis guards. Farther back, a number of servants could be seen carrying a large bed on their shoulders. On the bed, in the rain, was the corpse of Rodrik Greford, dressed in funeral clothes. As the procession passed the crowds, the crowds began to follow in their wake, heading toward the temple. Gileon and Alexandria followed suit... - Please wait until the thread "The Funeral of Rodrik Greford" has been made. You will be notified when it has been so you can post." Edited by Volksgeist, Sep 9 2012, 05:10 AM.
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