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Post by Lord Valerion Maegyr on Dec 17, 2018 3:53:22 GMT
"I'm afraid you are misinformed what I do and how I make a living, Lord Aeradar." replied Lord Valerion. "I thank you for breakfast. Good day to you."
He indicated to his men that they were leaving.
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Post by Lord Aeradar Caltarys on Dec 17, 2018 4:04:37 GMT
"Well if our ancestors never tried anything new, they would never have tamed dragons," Aeradar replied. "Manage this task and you will see no end to what you can achieve here."
Valerion and his retinue are escorted from the estate grounds without another word from their host.
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Post by Lord Valerion Maegyr on Dec 17, 2018 4:34:52 GMT
"Well, that at the very least was enlightening" Valerion remarked with a grin to his men as they mounted their horses. The Lord knew they had heard every word of his exchange woth Lord Caltarys.
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Post by Lord Aeradar Caltarys on Dec 18, 2018 16:52:00 GMT
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The evening of the masquerade, the central pavilion of the menagerie has been set up to host an event worthy of the noble resident of Linyanti. At its very center a small fighting ring has been set up, where gladiators Baleria the Black Dread and Vaero will be hosting exhibition matches to display their prowess and give noble guests and savage beasts a private taste of the coming games. Around the ring are tables and chairs for the guests to dine, converse, and take in the spectacle. Slaves mill about, providing wine from the estate's private cellars, as well as various local delicacies including oysters, clams, mussels, and scallops. For the more adventurous palates, exotic meats are also available, including tiger and hippopotamus steaks. Around the outer ring of the pavilion are various entertainers: contortionists, mummers, and firedancers. The entire area is surrounded by torches for light, the flames burning in various colors thanks to Helaena's efforts. Those with dragons are warned in advance not to venture too close to the animal pens, under threat of immediate expulsion, also thanks to Helaena.
Lord Aeradar is present of course, clad in a new doublet of verdant green and rich blue with gold accents, with an avian mask of gold and jade crowned with peacock feathers, literally peacocking as he socialized with his various guests.
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 18, 2018 17:00:10 GMT
Jonarth arrives on his small litter he uses when hobnobbing with the higher class of society, wearing ivory colored clothing with purple trim and a mask crafted in the likeness of a monkey. He looks about the grand estate with approval at the tasteful yet extravagant design and gets a cup of wine to begin the evening. He approaches the host and bowed in greeting. “A festival worthy of Volantis itself,” he complimented. “You have an unerring eye for showmanship, my lord.”
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Post by Lord Aeradar Caltarys on Dec 18, 2018 17:34:16 GMT
Aeradar offered a small bow in turn, the gold on his mask gleaming in the torchlight. "I would hardly go that far, but it is not bad for a day's preparation," was his modest reply. "But I could not have my sister's arrival go uncelebrated. There is nothing more important in this world than family, wouldn't you agree?"
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 18, 2018 17:45:05 GMT
His family had tried to kill him. Twice. Per sibling. Nevertheless, he nodded, his smirk invisible behind the mask at how funny he found the thought. “Extremely important,” he agreed. “Especially when we are out at the very end of the world.” He tilted his head towards the labyrinth. “I see you’ve got more surprises up your sleeve,” he remarked, impressed. “I’ve never had the courage to try the hippopotamus but after some wine I think tonight is the night.” He tilted his head again and allowed other newcomers to greet their host.
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Post by Micaela Vaenys on Dec 18, 2018 19:32:44 GMT
A short time later, Micaela turned up with Daerion at her side. Since she thought everyone would expect her to choose a dragon mask, she'd decided against it, and instead had chosen a fox mask. She had chosen to leave Byka at home since the little dragon was a dead giveaway as to her identity and was not particularly keen on crowds.
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Post by The Terror on Dec 18, 2018 20:48:37 GMT
Lord Maltalos arrives in person. It is the first time in a very long time anyone can recall seeing him in person outside the Salt Palace. His clothes are silk dyed purple with golden threading throughout and he appears to have employed actual dragon bones in the crafting of his mask. Unsurprisingly, his outfit is probably worth more than Aeradar's house.
The entire effect is rather ruined though by his rather undragonlike persona. The little fat man regularly mumbles and seems easily distracted, often relying on others to hold the conversation. His son Naerys wears a more tasteful outfit that evokes a water buffalo. Not that he has ever seen one. His mother and aunt also attend. It is quite obvious which woman gave birth to which child. However, Laenar is either arriving separately or lollygagging outside somewhere.
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Post by Lord Aeradar Caltarys on Dec 18, 2018 21:27:06 GMT
"Indeed, who knows what treasures one may find if they brave the jungles," Aeradar replied to Jonarth, with his customary theatrics as he motioned to the hedge maze. "As for the hippo, I highly recommend you brave that as well. It is in my personal opinion one of the finest of exotic meats. The taste is mild, less than lamb and more than beef, slightly more marbled than venison. Do let me know how you find it."
Aeradar took his leave with a nod as Jonarth stepped aside to allow him to greet his fellow guests, making a beeline for Lord Maltalos.
"Now remember the rules, no dragons are to go near the animal enclosures, especially not one as imposing as yourself," he greeted the saltmonger, humoring the wealthiest man on the continent. "I do hope you make yourself at home here. It should feel close, as it seems we had the same architect, though I have not yet risen to the rarefied heights of your exquisite tastes."
(Charmisma 80-Charm to raise disposition)
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 18, 2018 21:29:16 GMT
Jonarth ambled off to find someone new to speak to, holding his wine and admiring the different slaves dressed for the guests’ pleasure. He had his own place for debauchery, however, and he found his appetites trended towards that of conversation.
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Post by The Horror on Dec 18, 2018 22:05:22 GMT
"Indeed, who knows what treasures one may find if they brave the jungles," Aeradar replied to Jonarth, with his customary theatrics as he motioned to the hedge maze. "As for the hippo, I highly recommend you brave that as well. It is in my personal opinion one of the finest of exotic meats. The taste is mild, less than lamb and more than beef, slightly more marbled than venison. Do let me know how you find it." Aeradar took his leave with a nod as Jonarth stepped aside to allow him to greet his fellow guests, making a beeline for Lord Maltalos. "Now remember the rules, no dragons are to go near the animal enclosures, especially not one as imposing as yourself," he greeted the saltmonger, humoring the wealthiest man on the continent. "I do hope you make yourself at home here. It should feel close, as it seems we had the same architect, though I have not yet risen to the rarefied heights of your exquisite tastes." (Charmisma 80-Charm to raise disposition) CHA: 121 - Disposition Raised "Lord Caltarys and his famed sweet tongue. More dangerous than any of his gladiators, more unpredictable than any of his beasts." Lord Aenys said with a throaty laughed and extended a ring-covered hand for Aeredar to kiss. That was a man who thoroughly enjoyed having his ego massaged. "What a beautiful event you have set up this night for us. An event where Linyanti's finest can gorge themselves out from the sight of the filthy rabbles or sweaty foreigners."
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Post by The Horror on Dec 18, 2018 22:15:10 GMT
The next large entourage to arrive was that of Lady Synaestra Lovarys. Lady Lovarys was a well known figure in Linyanti, she had arrived but two years ago and already built her own empire by trading in perfumes, incenses and poultices. Her wealth rivalled that of Lord Caltarys and she was not afraid to flaunt it. It was well known that her aroma preceded her, so the guests of the masquerade were already aware of her arrival well before before he palaquin came into sight. Clad pink silk dress with long flowing sleeves, Lady Lovarys were an onyx mask depicting a common house cat. Her muscular tanned slaves helped her descend. Even in her advanced age, she moved with certain captivating grace.
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Post by Lord Aeradar Caltarys on Dec 18, 2018 22:19:24 GMT
"You do me far too much credit, my lord. I simply thrive in the shade of your long shadow," he said, offering a respectful bow when Lord Aenys extended his hand, as the mask made kissing the ring an inconvenience. "And of course, nothing but the finest for the finest, as it should always be here in Linyanti. I thought the best of the colony deserved a night of delights before we set about to the onerous task of delighting the masses in the days to come. I do hope to see you and yours at the games as an honored guest in the pulvinar."
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Post by The Horror on Dec 18, 2018 22:45:47 GMT
Aenys was not a well read man, his fortune had come to him through sheer luck and stubborness. So the word pulvinar went right over his head. He decided to take it as a compliment, after all, he was well deserving of compliments.
"I look forward to whatever you are planning for the big Arena events. The Lord Governor has told me he spared no expense and that he has given you full authority over the organization of the spectacles." He snorted. "Though I imagine you must have had the displeasure of dealing with the Lord Treasurer as an intermediate. What a dreadful man that one is."
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