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ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

i may have forgotten how to write for a second there

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Amerigo Spadoni

At Sea, Nearing Hathforth's Harbor, Present Day
@AWildSquirtle

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"Well, this is a fine start."

The journey, as so many of them were when one decided to cross the vast, untamed wilds of the open sea, had been an arduous one. Eclipsing two months and well on its way into the third when the Arrowfellian coastline rolled into view from behind the horizon, the lone galleon rode a steady northerly breeze towards Hathforth from that morning into the day, abuzz with the excited chatter of a crew and cargo pleased to see the finish line at long last. It was clear that, no matter how salty a man of the Republic might be, dry, solid land (likely at least a little less populated by monsters) was a sight for sore eyes.

An idle ear aboard would doubtless be able to leaf through the dozen different back-and-forth talks going on while the deckhands toiled, topics as numerous as you liked, and inane as all working men enjoyed— what some remembered of the local fare from the last time they had made this voyage for trade, rumors about the Wizard-Queen shouting apart the previous ruler with a devilish war cry cloaked in occult force, theories for how one might quickest adjust to their balance no longer needing to sway with the seas. Others still kept these contemplations to themselves, and simply willed the sails to hopefully catch just a little extra wind now that they were in the home stretch.

One such man as this stood upon the forecastle, just behind the prow, arms folded as his silver hair danced in the breeze pushing them towards that long-awaited destination. He was tall and strong, and in spite of his evident youth carried in his posture every ounce of the control you might expect from a seasoned hand at this protection detail he'd been assigned— Indeed, there was little doubt in his bearing that he had more than earned the right to wield the elegant swept-hilt blade at his hip, shaved just so by the most holy Keeper Of Light from the Bones of the Sea. It had been four years of this since he had received his blade that day— and if you looked upon him, things clearly still weren't getting old.

His sharp features had twisted into a crooked smirk, but steely eyes stayed pinned on the spots of angry scarlet that had appeared at the terminus of their heading, tracing the dark clouds pooling above and rolling on the same wind. The phantom of an acrid, bitter taste implied itself upon the tip of his tongue, as the rest of the crew (having long learned to make a habit of this after the first sea beast) caught up with the Brother's suddenly-captured attention.

Smoke. Their protection detail for the voyage had brought his attention to the unmistakable smoke on the very wind they rode, clouding over their destination and tinged brighter and brighter with red at its' base. They were, all of a sudden, now sailing into an ongoing crisis striking the capital to open this "diplomatic expedition".

While the excited chatter between the sailors took on a note of healthy concern around him, even worry for the fact that they were no doubt sailing directly towards its' source, the Brother kept that same glib, cavalier tone as he finally let his head loll over his shoulder to find his charge, the bearer of the Most Serene Republic's formal, notarized diplomatic overtures and mission statement— a Letter of Credit. Doubtlessly, now that the crew had grown restless on the day they were due to arrive, he wasn't going to be far.

Not that you could ever be very far from anyone on the same boat as you.

"Signore Aubri," he called, as though his voice were cutting through the dull roar of the crew to report that he'd seen a funny looking turtle off the portside bow. "The city's on fire."

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Gerard Segremors

@Eisenhorn@VitaVitaAR

"Your elder sister." he repeated slowly. Like with many things, perhaps one of the most important details in this conversation had come from an offhand mention, a slip of the tongue rather than any direct probing on the Knights' end— they were indeed dealing with members of the Unseelie Court. He didn't have terribly exhaustive knowledge of them, but he was certain of one thing— ironically enough, the uncompromising uncertainty that threw into any attempt at diplomacy or reason. That, plus the idea of somebody more powerful than the presence before him was...

It was his turn to slightly narrow his eyes, as he searched, searched, asking earnest questions of the impenetrable sapphire set upon that splendid visage. She was hard to read or guess at already, even with them staring at eachother this way. What was her intent— with the cards so close to the chest, he was all but swimming biind.

"I would hate to drive a wedge between family, or have that disapproval fall onto such a gracious host as yourself. Given how you've described her, I should ask immediately: Would entreating your assistance in this endeavor be asking you to act against her wishes? And if so..."

His gaze held. He did not, and could not, wilt. If he let her pressure swallow him, the unknowable mind behind those lustrous eyes would surely carve him up like a birthday cake until he danced to her tune— and as far as he knew, such would be getting off easy. How very characteristic of him to take the hardest path possible, and start his foray into Talking To People like this.

"... Is there a way we may parlay with her directly, rather than cause you undue trouble?"

Even all that said, he still needed to be a gracious guest, and not ask her to move heaven and earth if that was what he was unwittingly pushing towards. Walking the edge of the knife or not, he would do what he could with the elements under his control— and right now, that was his clarity in communicating. He had no wish see his mission forge an ordeal or a punishment for another, especially if they were already returning a favor.

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

slapped in a couple basic relationships that hopefully don't read too deranged, should probably nap soon but we ball time to reading

(more to come eventually as the characters enter story)

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

"It's called a hyperfixation, boss. Don't worry, I haven't started talking about footwork yet."

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

<Snipped quote by HereComesTheSnow>

I think Aubri wasn't trained with this sword, but a more practical fencing weapon. It's a "gift" from his father, a show of power and prestige, but also a means of getting his son killed if a fight breaks out and earning the family "woe is them, they have lost a son for the glory of the Republic" pity points in the Assembly.

@AWildSquirtle

Sounds to me like the katana might be a more ceremonial holdover from earlier in the Republic's history— maybe kenjutsu still survives as a martial art, but the very maritime Brothers that Imre would have devoured years of fencing under now prefer the single-handed, swept-hilt Bilbao/Spada da lato/Espada Ropera genre since it's easier to use when you're keeping ahold of the rigging or something. Maybe a transition that came in when the Keepers of Light started shaping swords out of anti-magic coral instead of the tamahagane method for steel? That'd make sense since we're kind of in an archipelago situation by my read of things

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

if you give me a seed that lets me final flash people there is like a fifty percent chance aubri is suddenly flying solo

<Snipped quote by Estylwen>

I'm down for foreign powers? It'll help me get an idea of how everyone else would react to their arrival. If that's okay. @HereComesTheSnow can feel free to unleash their character first, as penance for me not properly conveying how I viewed the Republic's culture...

@AWildSquirtle

Anyway, more seriously on the cultural matter, would you say Aubri's katana would be particularly commonplace compared to the cut-and-thrust style I originally had Amerigo carrying? We might want him to keep that to better convey the blend— and actually start the annoying "hey lemme try out your sword" thing right away, as well, especially if the weeb factor might be indicative of station or intra-republic regionality. I've been running the bit but this is on me for not asking ahead of time or sleeping enough since it's new years

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

dont give me ideas i just settled on this concept i'm gonna have to purge the bolognese fencing in a second here

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

fuck it, fuck it, i'm fixing this, Mission 7 A Chance Meeting Now