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Post by Lord Aeradar Caltarys on Dec 19, 2018 1:00:26 GMT
"Then I will set aside a place for you and your family in the private box," Aeradar replied, using a synonym for pulvinar so as to clarify for the dense merchant without giving insult. "With the other honored founders."
"Indeed, one would have an easier time squeezing water from a stone than an honor from the Lord Treasurer, though I managed it just the same," Aeradar replied, with a smirk behind his mask. "Thankfully the Lord Governor understands that entertainment is not a frivolous expense, but an investment into the future of the colony and a protective measure against unrest. Are you aware if he will be in attendance tonight?"
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Post by Sano Xhaala on Dec 19, 2018 3:10:24 GMT
Sano wore light armor, nothing as festive as her Baleria arena garb while she sparred with Vaero, they were the nightly entertainment after all. They used practice swords and shields.
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Post by The Horror on Dec 19, 2018 9:44:34 GMT
"Then I will set aside a place for you and your family in the private box," Aeradar replied, using a synonym for pulvinar so as to clarify for the dense merchant without giving insult. "With the other honored founders." "Indeed, one would have an easier time squeezing water from a stone than an honor from the Lord Treasurer, though I managed it just the same," Aeradar replied, with a smirk behind his mask. "Thankfully the Lord Governor understands that entertainment is not a frivolous expense, but an investment into the future of the colony and a protective measure against unrest. Are you aware if he will be in attendance tonight?" "I am very thank for the pulivinar then, my Lord Caltarys." Maltalos said just the slightest of bows. "The Lord Treasurer will of course be coming. That viper would never skip an opportunity to enjoy all this luxury for free and then complain about it being a complete waste of Honors." Maltalos gave his trademark 'chuckle that sounds like one is choking'. "And even if he didn't want to come, I can bet his sister would make sure he'd come. Even if she had to pull him by his hairs." "Charming lady, completly different from her brother. But still, unfortunately, a Tiger. Otherwise I would have bedded her long ago."
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Post by Lord Aeradar Caltarys on Dec 19, 2018 21:14:35 GMT
"Apologies, I had actually meant to inquire as to whether or not you knew if the Lord Governor would be in attendance tonight," Aeradar clarified, though he joined in Lord Aenys' chuckle, before motioning to the tiger enclosure. "The only tigers at concern myself with in this menagerie are in the state for which they are best suited; caged where they can do no damage."
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Post by The Horror on Dec 20, 2018 9:15:49 GMT
"Apologies, I had actually meant to inquire as to whether or not you knew if the Lord Governor would be in attendance tonight," Aeradar clarified, though he joined in Lord Aenys' chuckle, before motioning to the tiger enclosure. "The only tigers at concern myself with in this menagerie are in the state for which they are best suited; caged where they can do no damage." "A toast on those words, my lord." Maltalos raised his goblet. "Glory for Volantis and her majesty, the Archon!" "We have exchanged couriers this morning." He said on the Lord Governor's subject. "Lord Vaenor is most excited to come to such an explenderous event held by one of Linyanti most esteemed citizens. He should be arriving at any time soon. Hathays aren't half as efficient as a good old palaquin but Lord Vaenor insists on using them for some reason."
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Post by Lord Aeradar Caltarys on Dec 20, 2018 19:29:24 GMT
"Well I am in excellent company until his arrival," Aeradar said with a small bow of his head and a raise of his own goblet in toast to the Archon.
"Now, while I do have your ear, a notion came to me of a business venture for which you would be an ideal partner," he said, lowering his voice to discuss matters of finance. "It occurs to me that this colony would benefit from the establishment of a banking institution. First, it would allow an intermediary between our great houses and the scores of entrepreneurs and explorers darkening our doors to inquire after loans, while still allowing us to profit from them. Second, it would offer an additional degree of separation and security between our investments in the colonial efforts and the covetous claws of the Lord treasurer. Partnering on this venture would mitigate the inherent risk in such an endeavor."
(Charisma 80 to persuade)
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Post by The Terror on Dec 22, 2018 6:30:52 GMT
Also seen at the party were...
Lord Viserys Faekaryen, a pureblood Elephant and major figure in the grain trade. While it was generally but not publicly acknowledged that his product was rather inferior to that of his Ghiscari competitor, Lord Faekaryen employed every dirty trick he could manage in keeping his business profitable. He had been glaring at the Black Dread since the moment he arrived. No one was entirely sure if he was supposed to be dressed as a pig or a warthog or even maybe an elephant.
The Kindly Mother. She likewise also had a stare reserved for Baleria, but hers stemmed from infatuation rather than hatred. She was dressed as a swan, with thick eye shadow and a dress made from white feathers.
Captain Nicolaelys. No one was entirely sure whose retinue he belonged to. The Ivory Band had worked for half the invited guests in some fashion or another. And to be fair, there was really no one to kick him out without appealing to the City Watch directly. He still possessed the largest private army in a few thousand miles. It was clear he was here for the free alcohol and not the actual company. He had simply arrived in his nicest set of clothes, which made him look somewhat like just another servant or guard. It was a very foolish person who might dare mistake him for either.
Maekar the Magnificent. The best tailor in the Valyrian quarter and, as of very recently, the only tailor in the Valyrian quarter. He had arrived as a very colorful animal no one could quite identify.
Lady Visenya Kultarys was one of the very few people to arrive from Volantis with her family fortune intact. She didn't feel the need to invest in land or start a family business, as she quite honestly didn't need the headache. To her, Linyanti was one extended vacation from the backstabbing politics and incessant conflict of Essos. Still, she was well educated and her opinion was valued at city council meetings. She was dressed in a leopard skin dress and mask.
Naerys Maltalos. Few people seemed to realize that Aenys, while ostensibly the head of the family, was not in fact the man who ran the day-to-day affairs of House Maltalos. His more business minded secondborn had taken on the task quite some time ago. Right now, he was immensely enjoying the fish eggs on dried toast while resting his water buffalo mask on his head.
Illora of Lys had arrived by litter borne by temple slaves and had quietly found her way to a bench near the bird cages. She had worn her usual red robes which blended in perfectly well with the rest of the guests.
An old tiger named Aegon Graevyn. He was half-blind and half-mad at this point from the Years of Blood, so his granddaughter and a slave lead him about the party. Most took the time to pay their respects to the old lord, despite his wits and prestige having left him years ago. Of course, they knew at some point his lands, fortune, and title would fall to his granddaughter Rhaenys before long.
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 22, 2018 7:16:16 GMT
Jonarth looks about and decided on talking to the senile old man and his grand daughter; dealing with bureaucrats left him tired of elephants for the moment. He approached the addled lord and bowed politely. “Lord Aegon,” he said in greeting, “lady Rhaenys, I do hope the evening finds you well”. He had a half a cup of wine left.
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Post by Micaela Vaenys on Dec 22, 2018 8:54:23 GMT
After getting fed up of waiting to speak to her host, who was clearly engrossed in his conversation with the salt merchant, Micaela decided to speak to the lady in a leopard skin dress. She headed over to Visenya.
"Good evening, my lady," she said. "I have never seen such an intriguing gown. Wherever did you get it?"
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Post by The Terror on Dec 22, 2018 14:52:38 GMT
Lord Graevyn was the tallest man in the room and still stood up straight. Jonarth had little trouble believing this man had lead the Volantene conquest of Lys, especially when he glared at the merchant with his one good crimson eye. Sadly, time and liquor did not agree with his temperament.
"And who are you, boy? One of Trianna's spies? One of her whores come to see if I shall submit to greed and easy comfort? Well, the tigers shall rise again!! Volantis will rise again!! The fire will rise again!!" He seemed to be toasting Volantis, but no one else was raising their cups. Except a rather happy slave.
"This man follows Vaelyn, grandfather. Master Dabrezzio provides munitions to the army." Suggested Rhaenys Graevyn.
"Ahhh... yes." He calmed down a great deal after learning Jonarth was a fellow supporter of the cause. "Of course. The fire always needs some black spice..."
*** "Why, I hired a band of Summer Islanders and we hunted the beast down in the savage shadows of the southern mountain range. Absolutely gorgeous creature! You should have seen me with the hunting knife raised high! The smell of death in the air!
(Intelligence check passed.)
This woman is obviously telling a joke, and did not in fact hunt a leopard down herself.
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Post by Helaena Caltarys on Dec 22, 2018 15:09:58 GMT
Helaena arrived at the party wearing a fine dress of silver and grey that had been delivered to her this very same morning. Her hair was up in a simple yet elegant knot and her face partially covered with a silvery mask sporting something akin a small beak and two ear tufts. She looked around the yard and her lips curled into a small smile that looked a little off against her menacing owl mask. She took a few steps towards the makeshift arena at first, but seemed to grow more hesitant with each stride, stopping halfway there, and turned around to approach the aviary instead. Her smile had faded somewhere along the way, but upon arriving at her destination, she picked it up again effortlessly. "High priestess," she greeted with a nod. "I did not expect to see you here."
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Post by Micaela Vaenys on Dec 22, 2018 15:13:22 GMT
"Why, I hired a band of Summer Islanders and we hunted the beast down in the savage shadows of the southern mountain range. Absolutely gorgeous creature! You should have seen me with the hunting knife raised high! The smell of death in the air! (Intelligence check passed.) This woman is obviously telling a joke, and did not in fact hunt a leopard down herself. Micaela giggled, though she'd seen a picture of a leopard in a book and felt a pang for the death of a majestic creature. "That would be a sight worth seeing. All jests aside, may I ask what made you choose the leopard for your costume?"
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 22, 2018 15:26:39 GMT
Clearly Jonarth has chosen the right people to speak to. He almost imperceptibly tilted his glass at the toast, out of habitual politeness, although in truth He found the tiger’s way of advancing Volantene influence more effective than the elephants, who mostly used the cause as an excuse to amass personal wealth. This man had bled and conquered. It wasn’t his fault others had sapped away his victories. “We are not all warriors,” he agreed with Rhaenys. “But I’d like to think I played my part.” He smiled to the younger woman. “I think we can all toast Volantis rising again, even if the...individuals here may disagree on the methods used. What do you think? Would you hunt the beasts of the labyrinth in search of treasure or stalk the menagerie for conversation?”
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Post by The Terror on Dec 22, 2018 15:47:37 GMT
The priestess looked up at the other woman with a warm smile. "Your brother invited me. Or rather, he invited all citizens of pure blood. As I don't actually reside in the Valyrian quarter and have little business with almost anyone in this room, you are probably the only one who didn't expect me. Come, sit with me upon this rather expensive looking bench your brother has provided."
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Post by The Terror on Dec 22, 2018 16:16:24 GMT
Having everything he could ever want, it was difficult to convince Aenys he needed anything else, especially to share his wealth with others. He simply nodded and pretended to be polite so he could get on to ogling the Black Dread and maybe talk to someone with real power.
"Oh, Mummy, Aunt Jaen, you must try these fish eggs on toast!" While his wives and son were actually enjoying the party, Aenys continued nodding, "Well, that's an intriguing idea. Perhaps bring it up at the next City Council meeting? My apologies, but I do believe the Kindly Mother is signaling that she needs to speak on some critical issue concerning the mines. Tally ho! Excellent party!"
Naerys, fish egg toast in hand, approached Aeradar. "My apologies, but I couldn't help but notice that you and Papa were discussing something about a bank? Did you mean something along the lines of what they have in Braavos or something less ambitious?"
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