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[h2][color=8493ca]Azilon Dantanath[/color][/h2]
[sub]Husband of [color=98fb98]Rya[/color] [@Ellion] and [color=a187be]Lienna[/color] [@Obscene Symphony][/sub]
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[h3][color=8493ca]Azilon[/color] featuring [color=f49ac2]Evienne[/color][/h3]
[sub]Interacting with [color=sienna]Rynek[/color] [@NarcissisticPotato][/sub]
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"[color=sienna]Is this not Drakka? Since when was killing forbidden? And anyways, they did technically fall on my spear. You are welcome to try it sometime.[/color]"

Sharp eyes pierced the stranger, taking in the scene before her carefully. The armed men following the stranger didn’t seem particularly hostile despite the string of bodies left in their wake, their demeanor mischievous but relaxed overall. After the mishap in the arena Evienne wasn’t all too trusting of a force knocking down her front door, however, the man didn’t appear to have much motive outside of perhaps coveting someone’s hard earned bride. She paused a moment longer before relaxing her stance, an amused expression taking over her face while he continued speaking.

She watched him curiously as he spouted something about first providing a name when asking for another’s, maintaining her poise until he had finally given his up. Her name was not his only goal it seemed, as the now named Rynek scanned the room for a prize of his own. While he spun around, pointing fingers and eyeing up girls, Evienne returned her gaze back to the men standing behind him.

“[color=f49ac2]At least my hires know better than to bet against their employer. Can’t blame you though, it’s a smart move to bet on a clear victor, wouldn’t you say Lord Darion? Oh, but you’re not a quite a lord are you? See, I might not be a queen but I am still royalty and I know quite a many families, the Darion line being among them. Too old to be greenhorn from the looks of you, but that begs the question as to where you’ve been hiding all this time. Be you a liar? Or a bastard?[/color]” Evienne exhaled slowly, eyes following Rynek’s directed challenge.

“[color=f49ac2]You waltzed in here spilling the blood of our guards, demanding that the royals follow your rules of conduct, and pick out the grumpiest man at the party to pick a fight with. Dear Rynek, your spear interests me none, but I think you’ve amused me enough to earn you a few names. I am princess Evienne, daughter to the High Prince Gaelnesh, granddaughter to the first King of Drakka. And that,”[/color]” She paused a moment, gesturing somewhat theatrically with her arm towards the taller fellow.

“[color=f49ac2]Is a rare face to see at any gathering. Allow me to introduce you to Azilon Dantanath and his two brides, well earned I can assure you.[/color]” Smiling to herself, Evienne took a few steps backward, now clearly addressing the rest of the room.

“[color=f49ac2]By the glory of the King, I now declare this year’s Reaping a success. I will oversee the validity of this challenge so for those of you who have other matters to tend to, you are free to go.[/color]”

Azilon grimaced, not at all enthused about the situation. Of all the women the man could have pointed out, the Rynek fellow had to settle for his. He hadn’t been particularly excited about having the women all but forced down his throat, but now he was being forced to defend them. The thought crossed his mind of perhaps conceding one to the warrior as a sign of good faith, perhaps keeping the quiet one for himself and handing over Rya to do to him as she pleased. Somehow the idea didn’t sit all that well, coming to the conclusion that at least Rya was somewhat self-sufficient. He would have little need to care for her once home, the newcomer Lienna was an unknown for the time being.

He ventured a quick glance behind him only to be met with the faces of fellow Drakkan, their brides held close to ensure their safety. His own had appeared to have stumbled backward into the crowd, a small glint of light catching his eye as they moved quickly away. His eyes tracked their movement until they reached a familiar face, his sister who locked eyes with him menacingly. Azilon had been challenged for brides that were now under her supervision, not to mention called out by a warrior somewhere out in the crowd. 

Sighing heavily, Azilon stepped forward with an apparent scowl on his face. As he did so, the rest of the room took an additional step back to give the two warriors some room. He could feel more than a few attendees tense around him, ready to react to whatever might stumble their way.

“[color=8493ca]What a shameful display. To accept your challenge is not but to spare you the embarrassment of charity. The brides don’t mean all that much to me but at least I’ve earned mine, you on the other have made such little an impression that you are forced to grovel at the feet of real victors for [i]their[/i] spoils. You prove nothing in challenging me for mine so why don’t you run along and go polish that spear of yours elsewhere.[/color]” Azilon’s distaste for both the man and the situation was quite clear, his expression hard and words sharper than usual.

The warrior stood his ground, staring down the man that dared challenge him for his own property. Wanted or not, the girls belonged to him and he would be damned if some nobody swooped in and waltzed off with his new pets. 

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[h3][color=ed1c24]Morganna[/color][/h3]
[sub]Interacting with [color=6f6b84]Höd Ultair[/color] [@Pupperr],  [color=98fb98]Rya[/color], and [color=a187be]Lienna[/color] [/sub]
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Morganna hadn’t strayed too far from where her brother stood before she was stopped by, what could only be described as, a massive force. The left side of her body collided with an object much larger than herself causing her balance to be knocked off. Should she the space it would have been no difficult task for her to catch herself and regain composure, but it seemed the massive Drakkan responsible for her tumble had other ideas. Just as quickly as she had been knocked off balance was she returned to an upright position, her attention no doubt the real object behind the maneuver.

As the man spoke, she found herself concealing a smile of amusement mixed with curiosity. Reading people was something she was trained to be good at, quickly assessing situations and reacting accordingly was a necessary part of being an assassin type such as herself. She was quick to determine that man before her was not a threat, or at least not a major one, and had either honestly not been paying attention or clever enough to plan to grab hers. Either way, he had it now. Relaxing her tensed stance, Morganna bowed her head slightly in greeting to the man.

“[color=ed1c24]No pardons necessary, after all, it was but an accident was it not? I’m happy to hear that I was able to help brighten the place up for you, though I wouldn’t count the sniveling weaklings out just yet. With enough skill I’m sure you could train one up to be a cheap but effective alternative… Temporarily at least, they have such short expiration dates.[/color]” Morganna glanced over her shoulder at a nearby Drakkan’s whimpering bride with an expression that was difficult to discern. Be it pity or distaste, it was difficult to tell exactly what went through the young woman’s mind.

“[color=ed1c24]Consider my presence your prize for making your way into a place like this uninvited. A valuable skill indeed, if you don’t mind my saying so. I find too many men around here pride themselves on a flashy entrance, spouting some nonsense about striking fear into the hearts of their foes. If you ask me, the real fun comes with a stealthier approach. Kill one or two and leave the rest to wonder who it was and who might be next. No greater pleasure than to watch a grown man squirm.[/color]” She mused before some kind of commotion stole both of their attentions. Gesturing to the entrance of a silver-haired male as if it proved the point she was making, she sat back and laughed subtly along with the stranger’s remarks.

There was something that troubled her about the room’s newest arrival, however, a quick glance shared with her father from across the room as the man spoke his name. Darion. Rynek Darion. Many were well aware of the Darion name, but she had never heard of a man such as he. She was not particularly a fan of not having information but figured now would be good a time as ever to learn. Nodding her head absently in response to her new companion’s words, her expression became neutral with concentration.

“[color=ed1c24]Intriguing to say the least.[/color]” She said softly, tensing as Rynek singled one of her brother’s brides out as his desired prize. Knowing her brother and what it would mean to the family for him to allow such prizes to be taken without a fight, she would not have been surprised if he handed both of them over willingly. It seemed such an opportunity was taken from him as a small shuffling movement off to the side caught her attention.

Standing before her were the brides in question, the one acquired first seeming to have pulled the newer one away from harm’s way. Her brother had no choice now. Looking up, she locked eyes with her brother who appeared less than pleased about the situation. A quick tilt of her chin ordered him to get his head in the game, a shift in his demeanor obvious to those who knew him but less so to strangers. If she was going to be honest, she was surprised he spoke. Often times his duels were silent, at least from his side. Rynek’s appearance forced a situation Azilon was far from pleased with, a dangerous place to stand if history was any indicator.

Turning her attention back down to the girls, Morganna placed her index finger beneath Rya’s chin to tilt her face upward. Forcing the Gem’s gaze, the female drakkan leaned in closely to the girl with a sly, almost triumphant, smile.

“[color=ed1c24]Don’t you worry little birdies, I’ll keep you nice and safe. But you’ll have to do something for me in exchange, otherwise I might just forget who it is that owns you. I’m sure there are plenty of hungry men here dying for your attention. So what will it be? I would decide quickly, fights such as these don’t tend to last all that long.[/color]”

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[color=f49ac2]Evienne[/color]: Is amused, but unimpressed. Tells everyone left that they are free to leave if they want to. Introduces to Rynek to his opponent and steps aside to observe.

[color=8493ca]Azilon[/color]: Is a cranky puss. Disses Rynek, tells him to shunt off, and waits to see how the little runt will react.

[color=ed1c24]Morganna[/color]: Flirts a bit with Höd. Has to deal with the arrival of two brides. Offers protection in exchange for some unknown ultimatum. Better think fast ladies. Going once… going twice…
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