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Post by osmosisd on Dec 18, 2006 19:46:26 GMT -8
Morgan didn't rightly know what 'Abase' meant, but he figured it was some way to show respect, like a bow. So, as soon as the others 'abased', he knelt down on the ground on one knee, resting on his other with his arms, his head bowed down, like a man about to be knighted. That was the way they showed respect to his Highlord back in Arcadia, and it was a pretty common way to bow in other places though, so he supposed it should be fine. His cape swayed gently, and his weapons glinted in their scabbards, but they were sheathed and unheld. He just hoped that it was good enough, and in the position he was in, he couldn't see what the others were doing.
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Post by Swan Queen NPC on Dec 18, 2006 20:01:05 GMT -8
The Queen looked down at Morgan as if a Hatchling had made a mess on her fine carpets. "I suppose," she said drily, "That as overburdened as you are with weapons and armour, that's all the more abasement you are capable of? After all, I'm sure you don't desire to die simply because you can not pay the proper respect to a Queen." She gestured broadly to her faithfull Hunters, whom she bade rise. She did not give Morgan leave to rise, thinking it more fitting he remain kneeling. "What were you doing in Raider territory, and how do you plan to remove yourself from our land? I'm told you're not much of a flyer, and we don't have the time..." she paused and tapped her lip with a daintily manicured fingernail, "That is, we don't have the accomodations for an offworlder at this time." She might be incredibly haughty and vain, but it would be unthinkable for her to be rude to a guest, even an unwanted one.
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Post by osmosisd on Dec 18, 2006 20:51:29 GMT -8
Morgan did not rise, even as he heared the others, as if he sensed it was not his time to get up. Thus, he spoke. "I suppose by Raiders, you mean the wraiths that attacked me upon the cliffs, your highness. I am the second general of the Arcadian Legion, and I was on a campaign in an abyssal world when I was cast through a portal by a demon. This is where I landed. My name is Morgan Saridia, your highness, and unfortunately, I do not know how I may 'remove' myself from this place, with all due respect." he finally stopped speaking, keeping his head down.
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Post by Swan Queen NPC on Dec 18, 2006 20:56:23 GMT -8
Hmm. The only part of what he said that meant anything to her at all was "portal, demon," and "I don't know how..." So he was another worthless castaway offworlder, if he was to be believed. Very well. She'd pack him off to the Cormorants tout suite, and let him be their problem. He'd been here more than long enough. "I see," she said aloud, and then as if an afterthough, "Please rise, Morgain Saridia. We will summon Hunters from the Cormorant clutch, who will escort you south of here. They will find a place for you, and aid you as you may require it." They'd better, she thought, turning to leave, not even dismissing him.
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Post by Swan Hunter NPC on Dec 18, 2006 20:57:24 GMT -8
The Hunters surrounded him, and the one who did most of the talking to him said, "Let's go. The Queen will contact the Cormorant Hunters, you can wait outside in the meantime." Already, there was a small cleaning crew waiting to clean the floor where he knelt.
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Post by osmosisd on Dec 19, 2006 2:14:26 GMT -8
Morgan stood up and looked strangely at the cleaning crew, mumbling to himself, then walked off outside, where he was told to wait. He had no idea how this place worked, and also had no idea what the Cormorants were, but hopefully they were friendly. Of course, he tried not to put his hopes too high, as he had learned such things. There wasn't really much he could do, as he was rather drained from having had to keep suspended in that immaterial state, plus to radiate that light, in order to keep up with the avians.
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Post by Swan Hunter NPC on Dec 19, 2006 22:15:56 GMT -8
One of the younger Hunters waited until everyone had pretty much dispersed and approached Morgan. "Look, fellow, I saw you land. It's gotta be hard to fly like that. I don't generally help offworlders, but you look like you could really use it. If you say the words "Impetus Volaris," you will be able to fly without having to go...invisble whatever all the time. This will work for the duration of your stay in Beyond, and it won't tap your natural energy reserves." With that, he leapt into the air, not waiting for any kind of response. He didn't want anyone thinking he was getting chummy with the guy.
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Post by osmosisd on Dec 20, 2006 19:49:50 GMT -8
Morgan mouthed the words, and frowned. It sure sounded familiar. He'd rather just practice his etherealness for another twenty years than ever use magic. He had taken a vow, an oath never to do so, and even if it meant his life, he would never use magic. Glaring at the Hunter as he flew off, he crossed his arms over and closed his eyes, simply waiting.
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Post by Cormorant Hunter on Dec 28, 2006 18:10:04 GMT -8
In a flurry of dove grey wings, the Captain of the Cormorant Hunter corps landed in front of Morgan. He didn't touch him, knowing the fellow might not be in a trance, and could lash out. Quietly, he said, "Well, you must be the offworlder. Unless you'd like to waste more time among these peacocks, I suggest we head south. My name is Captain Augustin Amable du Rive, but offworlders, they call me Captain River." He didn't bother bowing since the fellow had his eyes closed. "Shall we?"
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Post by osmosisd on Dec 28, 2006 18:22:15 GMT -8
Morgan peered out with a single eye, and then opened both. Looking about, his eyes focused on the man in front of him. He'd seen something similar in his break before this last campaign, but it was still different somehow. Looking upon the man with a slight suspicion, he gave a sly grin as he heard him refer to the Swans as 'peacocks'. Morgan gave a nod, bowing his head politely, and with another bright flash, he shimmered out of sight, to be replaced by a rainbow-silhouette of his being. It seemed to be floating about slightly, bobbing in and out of the ground, and when he spoke his voice was sort of echoing. "General Morgan Saridia, of the Arcadian Legions... But I must note that I may need to stop a few times along the way to rest."
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Post by Cormorant Hunter on Dec 28, 2006 18:39:05 GMT -8
Raising his eyebrow a bit at the flashy rainbow trick, he nodded to the fellow officer (who technically outranked him) and said, "Of course; doing..." he waved his hand about, indicating his change, "all that must tire one out, but we'll be flying over land as opposed to water, so you can land when you like. Just head south, I'll stay withing your line of sight." With that, he lifted into the air and headed for the Cormorant side of Corbettes Du Mer.
(Continued in the Cormorant Royal Nest)
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Post by osmosisd on Dec 28, 2006 18:44:36 GMT -8
Morgan said but two words as he floated after the Cormorant, "No wings." There wasn't really much he could do about it, or wanted to, anyway. Using magic would break the vows he made when he began his training, and would cause him to form a severe lack of focus. The only thing he would ever use was his Ki, his mind over body, the very essence of his soul, his aura, the very energy from which he came. He didn't quite know how long he could keep up this ethereal thing - He had never done it before, and had never taken upon it as a discipline. He never really needed to, before. But dismissing these thoughts from his heads, he began to focus once again on following the Cormorant.
(Continued in the Cormorant Royal Nest)
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Post by reine on Mar 25, 2007 12:57:25 GMT -8
Yseult reclined as much as she could in her throne, massaging her left temple with her hand while the other drifted over her stomach. Because of her lithe form, it wasn't very obvious yet that she was pregnant, and was nearing the time to lay her egg. She had already made up her mind that she would have a daughter, as any son she might bear would most certainly inherit the weak, pathetic qualities that Austur had. And she could have none of that. Naturally, the thought that she had no control over the gender of her child never crossed her mind, either.
She set her hands back on the arms of her grand chair, rapping her talons on them once again. She sighed impatiently, then snapped her fingers, and one of her many guards came running up to her, quickled abased themselves, and waited for orders.
Yseult really had nothing to ask for from the guard, but she was even more irritable than usual now, and felt like lashing out on somebody nearby. "Guard, I want you to bring me something."
"What would Her Highness like?" The guard asked, attempting not to fidget under Yseult's gaze. Yseult's pale eyes narrowed, and she attempted to think of something incredibly difficult for this guard to search for. The thought came to her, and a smirk pulled her thin lips apart. "Fetch me a string; a wire of metal that is flexible and thin. On this string I want to you to fit twenty pearls, each the same size and a wonderfully opaque color."
The guard gaped, and attempted to stutter that this would be almost impossible, and if not would take days to find everyhing his queen was asking for. Yseult spotted his attempts at speech and glared, her wings flaring up behind her angrily. "DO NOT QUESTION ME!" She bellowed, with a force strong enough that the marble columns around her shook slightly. The guard stepped back and nodded quickly, but Yseult wasn't done yet.
"After you've found those, I want you to fetch me something rare," She began, and the guard kept the puzzlement out of his face. Weren't the first two requests rare enough? "A large pearl; the largest pearl! And black, to sit in the middle of the necklace."
The guard looked as if he was about to fall over. What had he ever done to upset his queen? With a defeated sigh, he nodded, abased himself once again, and then took off to see if any of the things Yseult had requested could be found on their own planet.
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Post by austur on Mar 25, 2007 14:13:05 GMT -8
Austur had been just outside the room, listening as his mate cruelly assigned one of their guards to a near impossible task. He had known that Yseult was pregant and, though he was excited for her and about the impending birth of his son or daughter, so he had done his best to stay out of her way. Austur loved her, but he really wished that she wasn't so mean to everyone all the time. He hoped that his son or daughter wouldn't inherit her vivaciousness, but he knew that he would love them unconditionally even if that were the case.
"Good afternoon, my love," Austur greeted quietly as he stepped into the room and slowly walked over to his throne. "Has your day been pleasant?" he continued, smiling at her and nodding his head respectfully. They were of equal status more or less, but he didn't mind that she usually took the reins. It allowed him to concentrate on other things, such as tending to his gardens which he loved very much.
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