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Autumn.
The Queen of Autumn sat on her throne, in Arendelle her touch was everywhere. The air was crisp and clear, ice floated freely in chunks in the rivers and the sea where workers moved to disable for fear of accidents. The leaves were gold and red and crunched underfoot by giggling children who's job it was to rake them. Harvest had finished and summer had blessed the land with a bountiful harvest, in addition to trade. The sun-kissed fruits of Corona, the grain of Somnium, the sea harvest of Port Habe....Arendelle was a blessed realm indeed. Its rulers beloved by all....As were their daughters.
Princess Elsa and Anna, like night and day yet forever embracing the other. In recent times, they had withdrawn from the public eye which puzzled those who knew the girls. Whispers began to circulate...Some mentioned the idea of a curse. Others of darker things, demonic attributes and so much more. Perhaps in anticipation of this, the Rulers decided to do the following.
And so a Tournament was declared. 'Come one, come all!' All were invited, even the twisted beings of wood and stone, provided they promised to behave. And so it went and Arendelle opened its doors to all.
First to arrive were the Norsemen tribes in their longboats. Their sea serpent heads leering at the shores as they landed. Rough cousins to the more civilized Arendelle Kingdom, nevertheless their Thain acknowledged the King and Queen of Arendelle and embraced him as a friend. To the Kings Right hand, he laughed for in times past, the man they called Ned Stark proved his worth in battles against them for there is nothing they appreciate more then a warrior. He too, was befriended by them.
The Elven conclave of Arendelle arrived next, small in numbers but instrumental in their ceaseless patrol of the deep woods. To the King and Queen, they bore gifts of bows, as finely honed by their craft as they could. The trolls followed, bearing a 'thought-puzzle' of which they presented with great dignity. The Dwarves with marvelous crafted works as their skill could muster- They had flourished under the rule of the King and the mines were rich with the earthly lodes in which they made their living.
And all the kingdoms followed after.
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"Your highness's? Its time to get up."
"Zzzzz....M'dun want any. Zzzzzz...."
Princess Anna. Eighteen years old, currently entangled in her comforter and sheets alongside her cousin. Her hair was made up in the most complicated looking braids, testament to last nights slumber party with relations and the only thing that spoiled it was the absence of her sister. Poor Elsa...Even with Rapunzel, she refused to come out. And so the two wandered off where they could talk and do such things as they could, before the big day. One thing led to another and so we came to where we begin our story, with braided hair for Anna and smeared make up for Rapunzel. Both the picture of exhaustion, which is sure to change once they realize what day it is.
At least two are happy.
In her room, Elsa sits alone. Lovely as the winter whose power lingers in her hands, she slips on her gloves as she carefully looks in the mirror. Behind her, she sees the image of her mother and father on the wall. A family portrait that she likes to see to remind her daily that her family cares for her. Not that you couldn't interpret their knocking as anything else. But it was safer this way. She wouldn't hurt her sister....Nor would her parents be killed by accident, as she feared they would on the voyage to Corona. But they returned safe....Perhaps her worries would prove remiss as well today.
She prayed to the Winter-Smith, All-Father and his queen, in whose line her family were descended by. Let the gates be open.
Let Arendelle show the world they had nothing to fear.
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The Harbor
The ships sailed in, with masts like a forest of sails as the flags and standards of many kingdoms fluttered in the wind. Down descended those who chose the sea as their mode of congress, from Calormen to Port Habe. With them came merchants, transporting their goods for the tournament and accompanying carnival for all that it would present for those who made their fortune in such things.
Busy and full of descending passengers, excited for the times to come- People would be hired on the spot to assist with various merchant transport and goods, hefty half-orcs carrying barrels of mead on each shoulder, halfling explorers agog at the tumult. And everywhere, the clink of coin as it exchanged hands for services.
The Procession
Like a caravan of splendor, the procession approached the town. Added on by other kingdoms, they rode and marched one after the other, displaying their colors proudly.
Severus ignored it all, sequestered in his coach. Though he was wearing the latest fashion of Somnium, nevertheless there was a certain shabbiness to it which comes from one who hardly ever takes his suit out. Black was the primary color, stylish and sleek this was less the black of the fashionista and more the black of one who doesn't care to decide long on what he'll wear that morning. His shoes at least, were shined. In his hand, a cane with the head of an eagles beak rested at his side...Another reason he had little interest.
His right leg would forever hold a limp, due to a bone infection operation in his youth. It was an experience that did much to shape him as he was now. Behind a thick book, he held it as a shield against the world and all but glared, not unlike the eagle on his cane at the words which he flicked through unthinking.
Outside, Lord Bishop Constanze sighed inwardly. Teenagers.
Gods save him from clever, easily bored teenagers.
On foot, others would walk on by. Travelers along the same direction as they pointed and smiled at the sight, especially of the town before them.
And so the story begins.
Once upon a time....
@The Tactician @Forrest @Gummi Bunnies @DapperDogman @T.O.M. @C.T. @OrlandoBloomers @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Indolent
The Queen of Autumn sat on her throne, in Arendelle her touch was everywhere. The air was crisp and clear, ice floated freely in chunks in the rivers and the sea where workers moved to disable for fear of accidents. The leaves were gold and red and crunched underfoot by giggling children who's job it was to rake them. Harvest had finished and summer had blessed the land with a bountiful harvest, in addition to trade. The sun-kissed fruits of Corona, the grain of Somnium, the sea harvest of Port Habe....Arendelle was a blessed realm indeed. Its rulers beloved by all....As were their daughters.
Princess Elsa and Anna, like night and day yet forever embracing the other. In recent times, they had withdrawn from the public eye which puzzled those who knew the girls. Whispers began to circulate...Some mentioned the idea of a curse. Others of darker things, demonic attributes and so much more. Perhaps in anticipation of this, the Rulers decided to do the following.
And so a Tournament was declared. 'Come one, come all!' All were invited, even the twisted beings of wood and stone, provided they promised to behave. And so it went and Arendelle opened its doors to all.
First to arrive were the Norsemen tribes in their longboats. Their sea serpent heads leering at the shores as they landed. Rough cousins to the more civilized Arendelle Kingdom, nevertheless their Thain acknowledged the King and Queen of Arendelle and embraced him as a friend. To the Kings Right hand, he laughed for in times past, the man they called Ned Stark proved his worth in battles against them for there is nothing they appreciate more then a warrior. He too, was befriended by them.
The Elven conclave of Arendelle arrived next, small in numbers but instrumental in their ceaseless patrol of the deep woods. To the King and Queen, they bore gifts of bows, as finely honed by their craft as they could. The trolls followed, bearing a 'thought-puzzle' of which they presented with great dignity. The Dwarves with marvelous crafted works as their skill could muster- They had flourished under the rule of the King and the mines were rich with the earthly lodes in which they made their living.
And all the kingdoms followed after.
----------
"Your highness's? Its time to get up."
"Zzzzz....M'dun want any. Zzzzzz...."
Princess Anna. Eighteen years old, currently entangled in her comforter and sheets alongside her cousin. Her hair was made up in the most complicated looking braids, testament to last nights slumber party with relations and the only thing that spoiled it was the absence of her sister. Poor Elsa...Even with Rapunzel, she refused to come out. And so the two wandered off where they could talk and do such things as they could, before the big day. One thing led to another and so we came to where we begin our story, with braided hair for Anna and smeared make up for Rapunzel. Both the picture of exhaustion, which is sure to change once they realize what day it is.
At least two are happy.
In her room, Elsa sits alone. Lovely as the winter whose power lingers in her hands, she slips on her gloves as she carefully looks in the mirror. Behind her, she sees the image of her mother and father on the wall. A family portrait that she likes to see to remind her daily that her family cares for her. Not that you couldn't interpret their knocking as anything else. But it was safer this way. She wouldn't hurt her sister....Nor would her parents be killed by accident, as she feared they would on the voyage to Corona. But they returned safe....Perhaps her worries would prove remiss as well today.
She prayed to the Winter-Smith, All-Father and his queen, in whose line her family were descended by. Let the gates be open.
Let Arendelle show the world they had nothing to fear.
--------------
The Harbor
The ships sailed in, with masts like a forest of sails as the flags and standards of many kingdoms fluttered in the wind. Down descended those who chose the sea as their mode of congress, from Calormen to Port Habe. With them came merchants, transporting their goods for the tournament and accompanying carnival for all that it would present for those who made their fortune in such things.
Busy and full of descending passengers, excited for the times to come- People would be hired on the spot to assist with various merchant transport and goods, hefty half-orcs carrying barrels of mead on each shoulder, halfling explorers agog at the tumult. And everywhere, the clink of coin as it exchanged hands for services.
The Procession
Like a caravan of splendor, the procession approached the town. Added on by other kingdoms, they rode and marched one after the other, displaying their colors proudly.
Severus ignored it all, sequestered in his coach. Though he was wearing the latest fashion of Somnium, nevertheless there was a certain shabbiness to it which comes from one who hardly ever takes his suit out. Black was the primary color, stylish and sleek this was less the black of the fashionista and more the black of one who doesn't care to decide long on what he'll wear that morning. His shoes at least, were shined. In his hand, a cane with the head of an eagles beak rested at his side...Another reason he had little interest.
His right leg would forever hold a limp, due to a bone infection operation in his youth. It was an experience that did much to shape him as he was now. Behind a thick book, he held it as a shield against the world and all but glared, not unlike the eagle on his cane at the words which he flicked through unthinking.
Outside, Lord Bishop Constanze sighed inwardly. Teenagers.
Gods save him from clever, easily bored teenagers.
On foot, others would walk on by. Travelers along the same direction as they pointed and smiled at the sight, especially of the town before them.
And so the story begins.
Once upon a time....
@The Tactician @Forrest @Gummi Bunnies @DapperDogman @T.O.M. @C.T. @OrlandoBloomers @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Indolent