The Land of Fraet (A medieval fantasy RP)

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Arabella

Arabella started slightly at the voice of a small girl. "Hello! You're so pretty! Did you know that?" Arabella turned to see a girl looking up at her cheerily. She smiled out of propriety but she had to admit to herself she didn't know that. The sound of a masculine voice then made it's way to her ears. "You must be the princess Arabella of Facilya. I'm Aston Lentaus of Lothelian. My sincerest greetings to you both." Arabella looked up noticing a man of obvious nobility and wealth approaching them. She smiled at him, curtsying in the customary fashion. "I don't suppose either of you know exactly why it is we're here?" She cocked her head to the side slightly, confused. "Aren't we here for a ball, sir? That is what this is after all."
 
Having arrived and given his invitation to the royal guard, surprisingly they didn't try and take his whip away. The guards at the gate look like they're not even here..strange.
Heading into the ballroom, he brushed even more dust off of his clothes, hearing disgusting scoffs from some of the nobility. Not like he cared. There were few nobles who interacted with him, unless he was needed for an emergency or something.
His clothes consisted of a worn and frayed silver colored tunic that had a couple holes in it, a pair of tight fitting pants which had its fair share of dust on them and a set of raggedy shoes.
Beginning to make his way into the main dancing hall, he heard a voice announce the princess Arabella Dawn-Rose Swann of Facilya. All eyes turned towards her and he took this opportunity to dart to a corner wall.

Here he could observe what was going on, but not interact too much with the nobility. Don't want to give them too much to complain about me, least till i know why i'm here. His eyes spotted a little girl making her way to the princess. He thought it odd at first, but if they let him in..why not a child?
A soft voice caught his attention as he saw someone speaking to him.
"Hello. How are you this evening?"

It was a woman. Why she was speaking with him and not the other nobles he didn't know..but he also didn't mind.
"I am quite well, thank you. Were you invited here as well miss...?
 
Annina
"Uhm sorry I'm not a servant but, I'm sure we could go find one if you want."​

Instantly, Annina clasped her hands behind her from embarrassment. "Ha! Forgive me, sir! Your suit reminded me of our servants back home!" A hiss from Pravda came a little too late. Really, Annina, you're tongue is too fast for your own good, Pravda scolded from her mistress' chest. Realizing her mistake once again, Annina curtsied with an uncomfortable giggle, "I can never stop myself for being rude. I'm Annina Gusav, daughter of General Nikolai Gusav of Facilya, and amateur sleuth," a wink, "Well, it looks like I shall have to keep my coat on. I don't want to cause a ruckus."

Averting her eyes from the stranger she must have offended, she continued. "Ah! I see a number have gathered already," she pointed at the open doors where the banquet was stirring to life. Out of nowhere, she suddenly exclaimed, "Look, Pravda! Some people aren't even dressed properly! That means 'elite' does not refer to royalty and nobles. A mysterious banquet indeed." A warning from her amulet made her turn back to the black-clad stranger. "Oh, please escort me. Will you?"

Meanwhile, Pravda sighed in resignation within the amulet. Her mistress may be a fine puzzle solver but how easy it is for her to be distracted...​
 
Arabella looked at Aston, obviously confused. "Aren't we here for a ball, sir? That is what this is after all," she replied. Aston smiled. When was the last time the 4 rulers made peace for something so trivial as a ball? Maybe there's something more to this. Aston projected the thought onto Arabella as he had learned to do at a young age. He thought it better that she come to these conclusions herself. "Of course, my lady. Are you looking forward to the night's events?" Aston asked aloud. He was curious as to her attitude towards such formalities.
 
Arabella

The man called Aston smiled at her. When was the last time the 4 rulers made peace for something so trivial as a ball? Maybe there's something more to this. A strange thought she hadn't even registered entered her mind. That's true... This had never happened before. She shrugged of the thoughts for the time being. "Of course, my lady. Are you looking forward to the night's events?" Arabella looked at the floor. "In truth, I'm a bit excited. For all the dancing and meeting people, I mean. I haven't been allowed to any of my father's balls since I was but a child." The woman looked across the dance floor, trailing her eyes across the dancing couples and over to a dark woman standing in the back of the ballroom, behind a collumn. Strange... But she again flicked away the strange things her mind did not want to register. This was her night of adventure, after all. Royal duties and customs be hanged. "Though I do detest the things that are expected of me, as a royal at such an event."
 
Bonnie watched as they talked, it was so formal, like even their youngest were dressed in the most exquisite suits. Her eyes bounced back and forth between them talking, and the questions arising. Why were they here? She pictured a large burst of bandits coming in to fight them. A large fight to the death would ensue, Bonnie of course being the best warrior. They would chase out the bandits and they would never be seen again. All the leaders would be impressed and give Bonnie a unicorn that would give her a million wishes. He chief would give them a bigger house back home, and no one would ever have to work or be sad again.

She blinked and was brought back to reality, where she was still a tiny human with a wild amount of locks. Not that she minded it, life was good here too.

"Why do you hate it?" Bonnie blatantly asked. She closed her eyes dreamily and did a tiny twirl, "i can't imagine being in such a high position of power, making everyone's dreams come true." She smiled up at the princess, "Not that where I'm at is bad, you always hafta make the best of the situation, right? I assume you guys know how to dance," she finished, as she waltzed around then in a circle. Her small legs tripped over each other, and her moves were far from graceful, but she continued.
 
Oh thank the divine, he thought, someone to help him fit in. He bowed ans said "I would be delighted to escort you, but you should know that I can't dance." He looked at the ballroom and noticed that she was right, the clothing varied from person to person. Some were dressed like complete nobles while some look like they just walked in off the street, it was definitely and interesting assortment of characters. He was glad that he had bought his suit before coming. He couldn't help but quickly grab his amulet before walking in. The feeling of his wisp's scales always helped to soothe his nerves.
 
Annina
"I would be delighted to escort you, but you should know that I can't dance."​

"Perfect!" Annina grabbed the stranger's arm and half-dragged him to the ballroom in the next room. "You never told me your name, by the way." She waited expectantly for an answer, but she felt Pravda shifting in the amulet. His smile is unnerving, Annina, Pravda uttered. Be careful. "Hush, Pravda! I think he's a nice man," turning back to her escort, she continued, "By any chance, do you have any idea what this banquet is really about?" Without another word from her mistress, the wisp shrugged on her chest and kept quiet.​
 
He was slightly startled when she dragged him off, but he quickly regained his composure "Oh where are my manners, my name is Marciello, and I'm sorry to say that I really don't know what this banquet is about. I thought it was just something the nobles did." He quickly scanned the room, it really did seem like an odd group, "Maybe I was invited for a reason…" He mused out loud.
 
Achera smiled at the man shyly "Achera (when she says it, it sounds like Ashera). Your very welcome, yes I was this is quite an interesting gathering of people. Dont you think? Do you by chance know what this ball is for Mr. ?" her voice is soft. She looks out at the people dancing and others mingling with each other, some in odd ways as she sees a somewhat clumsy girl dancing around others. She smiles loving the girls spirit and cheerfulness, it was a rare and happy sight. Noticing another girl dragging a boy into the ballroom shes curious of what could be going on with them but shrugs it off. Looking back at the man she waits for his response curious about him he didnt seem to be apart of the usual crowd.
 
He smiles at her. "A pleasure Achera, I'm Celoa. As to the reason why myself and many others are here, i guess it has to do with the invitation sent out. Maybe even has something to do with the four different leaders being here."
His eyes scanned the room, locating and tagging people who either, like him, didn't look like they belonged or who dressed extra fancy for the occasion.
These people were they ones he wanted to keep an eye on.

"So tell me Achera, would you care to dance?"
He figured it was better to mingle a little than stand awkwardly in the corner. Disappear into the crowd, keep his eyes and ears open.
Everything about him seemed to rotate around tactical advantage.
His amulet glowed slightly and he could hear his familiar speaking to him.
"Here come more people Celoa. Still no sign of the four leaders yet. What do you think they're up to?"
He didn't answer the fairy, but kept his focus on Achera.



((his name is pronounced Sey-low-ah...for reference))
 
Eric had decided, after there was made such an uproar of the young noble lady, that the guests had a significant amount to discuss and would thus be occupied enough to not pay much attention to him. He pushed against the wall he had lent against and made his way from the entrance hall to the main area. By now a few people had begun dancing and even the uncomfortable man had been whisked away by the dame that mistook him.

Though far from entirely busy, he noticed that the people that didn't seem to be on the dance floor kept eyes mostly on two people. Three if one counted the child that frolicked around them. He recognized the girl from when he looked around the corner when a servant announced her. She was the daughter of the King of Facilya, a man he cared very little for, but the man with her was unknown to him. 'Not that it truly mattered,' he thought as he made his way to the outer walls of the room.

Few people lingered there, so he started browsing the nearby tables for any 'lost' possessions. He found a bracelet on one, and at another he loosened a pouch filled with coin from a man's belt. It wasn't much, but for now it was something. He quickly stuffed the items in his pockets and grabbed a seat and a glass of wine from a passing servant's tray.

'The eve is still young. Still much to pilfer,' he sipped, eyes gliding over the room for someone that might be an easy catch.
 
The Phainopepla

The dark woman had been lurking at the back of the ballroom. She watched as several couples started to dance, curling her lip in disdain. She looked around, noticing the princess of Facilya and a small girl and man talking to her. She watched as a woman mistook a man for a servant and then whisked him away. She watched as another couple began to dance. She rolled her eyes at the idiocy of it all. Making her way around the back of the room behind the columns she noticed a man taking things from a table in the back. She smiled, finally someone not here for the mundane. She headed over to the table, taking a seat and slinking herself into it. "Those things aren't yours, dear sir." She smiled mischievously from under her black bird mask. Crossing her legs, she regarded the man. She laced her fingers together, placing her two index fingers against her lips.


Arabella



"Why do you hate it?" The redhaired princess looked down at the small girl as she closed her eyes and spun in a little circle. Arabella couldn't help but smile at the adorable little thing. "I can't imagine being in such a high position of power, making everyone's dreams come true. Not that where I'm at is bad, you always hafta make the best of the situation, right? I assume you guys know how to dance," Arabella sighed. "Well... I suppose I just hate being treated like I'm any different than anyone else." She pursed her lips slightly. "Most of the time I'm not even allowed out of my room so I'm not in much of a position to make anything happen. You on the other hand, can go wherever you please. You can play outside and get dirty... whatever you like." The small woman sighed, so as to make clear she wasn't saddened. "As for dancing.... I've had lessons but never a partner." Grinning, she looked down at the girl.
 
Annina only half-listened to her escort while her eyes darted from one corner to the next. How many people were here? Did they really come from all parts of Fraet? Oh, how different they all were! It has been a while since she witnessed a gathering as diverse as this. I want to talk to everyone, she vowed to herself, cheeks flushed from the merriment tonight promised.​

"...Maybe I was invited for a reason..."​

Unknowingly, she had been dragging poor Marciello around the room so she could get a whiff of the entire ballroom and the company it held. But the last bit of what Marciello said reminded her of tonight's mystery. "Of course you were," she beamed, tightening her grip of his arm reassuringly. "I bet we all were. Pravda thinks it's because I solve people's problems. How about you? What do you do...um..." Annina had no choice but to let her question trail off. Pravda smirked at her mistress, "You've forgotten his name, haven't you?" Annina could only bite her lip. Of course Pravda heard what it was but she wasn't going to let her mistress escape this trouble so easily.​
 
Garrick lounged in a corner of the ballroom, somewhat separated from the rest of the guests. It was certainly interesting to see leaders, and royalty he had heard of but never thought thought he would ever see in person. Howver. he felt out of place here, among the nobles and wealthy. He had noticed several others that seemed to be out of their element as well, but had little desire to speak with any of them at the moment. Most notable was the young man wandering around, and stealing various items right under the noses of the other guests. Garrick had been watching the man in amusement for awhile now, waiting to see how far he could get with his thievery before getting caught. A moment ago, however, a woman had walked up the man and began conversing with him. She gave Garrick a bad feeling. Curious, he stood back and continued to watch the pair.
 
Luran had never been in a city much less a town before. It seemed through his wandering fate had brought him here. The building's of this place were so different from the forest's he called home. The amount of people he was walking by though few by most people's standard had an overwhelming effect on Luran. People gave him strange looks as he slowly wandered through the streets. A group of men covered in some sort of shiny stone approached him.

"Hail there stranger" said a stout man wearing a shiny hat. "What brings you to town?"

Confused, Luran stood there. What brings me here? I need a reason? "I came... to meet... people.."

"Hmm" The second older looking guard mused "Ah you must be here for the ball then. Come we will escort you there"

These men do not smell dangerous, Luran thought, I may as well follow them. However if they turn on me I shall not hesitate to make them my prey.
 
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Had she really forgotten his name so quickly, he couldn't help but chuckle a little. "I'm afraid I'm not that special. I'm just a medicine man and my power really only helps me do my job, I can sense any poison or venom. I had just assumed I got an invitation as a sign of thanks from the Chief." He quickly grabbed his amulet once more, Ejo was still tensed and ready to jump out of the amulet at any moment, and while he wanted to trust the Chief, part of him was tempted to listen to Ejo and run away from the ball, but until something tried to kill him he would stick around. "How about you come out and rest on my shoulder just in case" he said to his amulet. Ejo came out at a fraction of his size, just big enough to slither around Marciello's neck and arms but small enough to avoid being noticed unless you were right next to Marciello. Marciello instantly felt Ejo loosen up as he slithered around his shoulders, he couldn't help but feel safer with his wisp, and only friend at his side.
 
After winding through the streets and around many buildings, Luran arrived at what had to be the biggest structure he'd ever seen. Before he could even recover from his shock he was ushered through the gates by more men wearing the weird metal clothes. Entering the ballroom was probably one of the most traumatic things to ever happen to him. Noise, scents, light and more people than he'd ever encountered in his life all had gathered in a single room, Whimpering a little he retreated to a spot where there was little people. What had he gotten himself into? How was he supposed to fight them all off if they turned on him? Luran hoped this would end soon. He wasn't comfortable here, it was so different from his home in the forest.
 
Eric spluttered and choked on his drink, coughing profusely. The woman that had joined his table had just caught him out. He sat his glass down and lent back, trying to think of something to say. 'Ignorence,' he thought.

He looked her over. She had a strange aura about her, about his age he assumed, perhaps a bit older, but he couldn't make an accurate guess thanks to her covered face. Some sort of black bird he guessed, one that gave him slight shivers as she looked at him. She also wore a black dress that he had to admit was quite appealing, her leg being exposed as she crossed them.

"I have no idea what you are referring to," he said with more confidence than he had been sure he could muster and looked back to the dancers on the floor. The music had turned to a slower waltz and a few more couples had joined it. Taking a breath, he asked, "Something to hide behind that mask of yours?"
 
The Phainopepla

The dark sorceress watched as the man choked and coughed on his drink. Raising an eyebrow, she regarded the man as he set his drink down and in turn looked her over. "I have no idea what you are referring to," He was confident, she'd give him that. Most people ran away screaming when they saw her, or at least shivered a bit. "Something to hide behind that mask of yours?" His question gave her pause for a minute. "Perhaps... Perhaps not. Perhaps I just like to see people squirm when they have to look into it. Or perhaps I have everything to hide and I'm only here against my better judgement." She shrugged slightly as if her words were as simple as 'the grass is green'. Again she looked him over. He was obviously taller than she was. He was built with enough muscle to be noticeable, yet not overly muscled. His hair was a dark bluish black. He was probably a few years younger than her as well. Sitting back against her chair, she took a glass of wine from a passing servant. "So tell me, did you come here only to pilfer from the nobles and royals with enough wealth to spread around?"
 
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