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Post by Incendax on Mar 13, 2021 17:17:43 GMT -8
At the words of the King, Merry stiffens and does his very best 'Solemn Person Speaking' voice as he addresses the question.
"The Many Arms of everyone united together! Many Arms to lift your burdens, Many Arms to help you up, Many Arms to offer food and alms. We're a grassroots organization that mostly avoids politics, and extends a helping hand to everyone who needs it. We're based out of the agricultural region of Foccu, where we grow food for the people of this kingdom. But I'm here to show everyone the good we can do in the capital. That's why I'm helping with this mission!"
Merry realizes he's been... rambling a bit, and promptly ends his speech. But it was good for the King and Princesses to know, and for the adventurers he is going to work with as well.
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Post by Igordragonian on Mar 14, 2021 4:53:53 GMT -8
Qurrak doesn' feel worthy to sit.. with a king. What kind of glory does he bring to the table? He stand stiff, like a guard, lowering his head in respect
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Post by GravityEmblem on Mar 14, 2021 7:08:33 GMT -8
"Umm...all right," King Leonard says, with apprehension. "But what of these other adventurers? The dragon, the bard, and the beast?"
"He's a minotaur, dad," snaps Meine. "Have some respect."
"I give him as much respect as he deserves, my daughter."
"Uh huh, of course," Meine says, rolling her eyes. "Under minotaur tradition, it'd be mother with all the power, you know."
"Mother is dead, so the point is moot," Typhania retorts.
"Oh, please don't start fighting!" Forblaith pleads. "Not in front of the nice adventurers!"
The four fall silent. Miss Serpentine drinks her vodka.
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Post by Daos on Mar 14, 2021 13:49:35 GMT -8
"This is Qurrak," Daos offers, gesturing to the minotaur. "He seeks to bring honor and glory to his family back in the Beastlands."
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Post by GravityEmblem on Mar 14, 2021 14:05:02 GMT -8
"Sounds like a worthy goal to me," Meine says. "C'mon, have a seat."
"At the royal table?" the king says, incredulous. Miss Serpentine takes another drink of vodka.
"Yes. At the royal table," she says. The king grumbles, but makes no further objection.
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Post by Igordragonian on Mar 14, 2021 15:46:24 GMT -8
Qurrak started to walk toward the seat,but stopped uncomfteable to sit despite the king's wish. He nod as Daos explain. He look akward... can't go back to pretend to be a background, neither can sit wthout offending the king.
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Post by stanleyindraven on Mar 15, 2021 6:46:50 GMT -8
"Well met your royals. I am Aaron Gribble, musician and oratory expert. So nice to meet you all." Aaron takes a deep bow and then sits himself at the table.
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Post by Daos on Mar 15, 2021 14:06:15 GMT -8
Daos remains standing, as he has not been offered a seat and isn't sure on what the etiquette in this situation might be, especially after the king's objection to Qurrak joining them.
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Post by GravityEmblem on Mar 16, 2021 5:42:47 GMT -8
"I encourage you to also sit down, Daos," Miss Serpentine says, taking a drink of vodka. The king grumbles again, but says nothing.
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Post by Zalphier on Mar 16, 2021 5:49:17 GMT -8
Atrel is another who after the royals introductions were made falls rather silent as lessons on respect float to the forefront of his mind. He waits, albeit a tad impatiently, while the others give their introductions though whether this is because he's shocked at dining with the king, feeling a touch embarrassed without being in the full and proper uniform, or the uncertainty of how to carry himself remains a mystery. When it was his turn, Atrel puffed up his chest some, gave at least what he believed was a formal looking salute and firmly announced "Atrel Crestnell, paladin of the order of righteous anger."
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Post by GravityEmblem on Mar 16, 2021 6:18:54 GMT -8
The king grunts. "You mean, those Orcish heretics?"
"No law enforces Elshodism as the state religion, your majesty," Miss Serpentine says.
"What do you call all the legal authority the Archcleric has?" Meine snaps.
"Appeasement," Serpentine responds, sipping her vodka.
"Meine, Selena, I expect you to be tolerent," Typhania says, expression stern. Meine grumbles. Miss Serpentine gives her a respectful nod. "You are welcome to take a seat, as well."
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Post by Zalphier on Mar 16, 2021 6:46:22 GMT -8
Atrel grits his teeth and winces at being referred to as a heretic, but maintains his pose as the royals have their words and protests. "Thank you your majesty," Atrel replies with a short bow when the invitation to sit comes. Uncertain what to say or even what would be appropriate to say, Atrel sits back to listen while breakfast is served.
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Post by GravityEmblem on Mar 16, 2021 8:44:51 GMT -8
"I suspect you have questions," Miss Serpentine says, serving herself some food. "Daos, especially. I daresay you've not looked like you understand what's going on once."
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Post by stanleyindraven on Mar 16, 2021 12:29:27 GMT -8
Aaron helps himself to the bounty before him. He hadn't had a meal like this since leaving home, and may not get another chance soon.
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Post by Daos on Mar 16, 2021 13:31:46 GMT -8
Hesitantly, Daos sits down. Although famished, he tries to pace himself, not wanting to appear gluttonous in front of the king or his daughters. "Yes, a number of questions," Daos admits. "Primarily, who are you, really?" he asks Serpentine. "Why is something as important to the barrier spell linked to the life of one person? And why is that person you, specifically?"
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