Glorious Home

[Anastasia]

Empress Sulia's quarter is sunny, warm but not hot. Broad streets, tree lined and linking to estate after estate, palatial homes for one and all. The people about are all well dressed and well kept, be it in clothes or more martial armors. Gardens and parks are also common, the streets labeled and the paths clear.

Gallant knights travel to and fro, in armor and as often celestials as mortals - or were perhaps once mortals not long ago.

Clerics walk the streets, in fine vestments and carrying Sulia's holy symbol - a white star rising from a corpse - on golden chains around their neck. As one, they nod to you as you pass and say, "Empress's blessings on you this day." Brightly dressed bards hold court in the parks and gardens, small crowds listening to poetry while enjoying refreshments and sunshine, while others watch bards on stage, theaters full of costumed performers.

Go ahead and elaborate what you're trying to do.

[Nephrite]

Moore nods and gives waves to the passer-bys as they go.

"I think the easiest thing for us to do would be to simply introduce ourselves and make our case for further collaboration." Moore says to Cresiel.

The next time one of the more knightly folks happen to walk by, Moore will flag them down.

"Good day -- My name is Moore, Duke of Songs of Celestia. This is my comrade, Cresiel. We'd like to talk to whomever handles diplomatic affairs for Empress Sulia, would you be so kind as to point the way for us?" He offers a smile afterwards.

[Anastasia]

Roll 1d100.

[Nephrite]

[blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 99, total 99[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

The next one is a tall, well built man in full armor. It is decorated with images of roses and doves, beautifully engraved in gold and pure, milky white gemstones. The only thing he lacks is a helmet, long brown hair flowing in the breeze, perfect. He's handsome to the point of being pretty and feminine. His smile comes quickly, "Ah, a duke!" he greets you, "I believe I can do that. Moore of Aurora and Cresiel, son of Villisa? What guests honor us so! Tell me, good sirs, how is Aurora.  Sir Cresiel, how is your mother?"

"She is as she always is," Cresiel replies, a wry shake of his head. "Strong, confident and far too interested in everyone else's love lives."

[Nephrite]

"You have me at a disadvantage, I'm afraid, Sir...?" Moore says with a smile. "Aurora is doing well. A lot of us have split off to our own projects and things but should the need arise for us to join under their banner again, I think we would all do so quite willingly."

Moore turns to Cresiel slowly -- this time he does hide his grin. THAT is why he acts like he does... So many pieces put into place.

He turns back and this time just smiles.

[Anastasia]

"Sir Martan of Falinor," The knight turns and bows deeply to the both of you, "Though I think I'll just go by Martan Falinor soon. Still, I'm pleased to hear that. Aurora's success is an inspiration!" Then with a look to Cresiel as he begins to lead the two of you on, "I'm glad to hear it. It met her a few weeks ago when she visited Empress Sulia. A lovely woman, so vigorous and vital. Tell me, do you share her enmity towards Lovitar, Sir Cresiel?"

Cresiel inclines his head forward slightly as he walks along, "I have no use for her or anyone of her ilk. Mother suffered terribly at Lovitar's hands, one day the Mistress of Pain will answer for that and so much more. But I do not presume I will be the one who will do it; I feel drawn to other causes and crusades."

[Nephrite]

Moore inclines his head in greeting and respect as they go along.

Take 10 on K:P for Lovitar! 89.

[Anastasia]

Goddess of Pain and Suffering. Wears leather, uses a cat o' nine tails. She's a bitch in short and is exactly what you'd expect to be. Also minors in poison, torment and all sorts of related things.

I can go into more detail if you like.

[Nephrite]

By all means, though it doesn't have to be right now if that's easier. I can remind you in nagging.

[Anastasia]

Do so. Go ahead and reply now that you've been K:Ped.

[Nephrite]

Moore frowns. "At the same time, Cresiel, dealing with anyone who follows that path is likely to be as helpful to Creation as dealing with the Sharrans. We can discuss it later, but I think it's a worthy investment of our time to consider." He says as they go along.

[Anastasia]

"Of course," Cresiel says, "There are merely man crusades and only so much energy to give them all, nothing more."

Martan leads you along the streets, eyeing one particularly large manor home, several stories tall. "Ah, the both of you can fly, of course?"

[Nephrite]

Moore nods!

[Anastasia]

Martan takes to the air, flying up towards that particular mansion, to the roof in particular. The roof is furnished, a rose garden sprawling about it. Several sets of chairs and tables are about, as well as a fountain in the center. He takes you to one of those tables and says, "Sit, rest, someone will be with us presently."