I think a bit could make the setting feel a bit more mysterious and interesting. Not like D&D style people hucking around fireballs and such, but I have a few ideas for Cirith Anyr that would benefit from some light magical enhancement.
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Hey quick question, do you want to have some magic in the world, or do you want to keep it magic free?
So they had expected him to throw her into a cell the second she was in his power? And still they had sent her into Ozragad's hands? He had thought Regis to merely be naive and foolish when they had made the peace offering, but he had not considered them so callous, cruel even. What sort of father sends his own child into the jaws of trap willingly and knowingly? He thought back to his own dreams of fatherhood, from so long ago, the old wounds stung still but he did not shrink away from the memories. I would never have even considered doing such a thing, not to someone precious to me... not to her.
The King looked at the Princess Elise Hydaelyn again, regarding her in a new light. He had thought all that hate in her eyes had been solely reserved for him, but now he understood otherwise. Ozragad doubted that she would have been happy sold to any man not of her choosing, but to him? Feared merciless tyrant, with full knowledge her family expected abuse and cruelty at his hands? A better reason to despise the world than most.
He guessed it lay with him. Did he want to be the man they all believed him to be, or was he better than that? Stop it. Do not let this accursed sentimentality get in the way of what needs to be done. I shall reclaim our lands one way or another, otherwise it was all for nothing. Ozragad steeled himself once more, pushing any feeling back down into the deepest depths of his heart. It was true, she was only a tool of his ambitions, nothing more. But there was no need to abuse his tools.
"Well, it did cross my mind." He let his reply hang in the air, unclear whether he was responding to her father's suspicions regarding his intentions or whether Ozragad had merely expected her to bring spies into his palace.
"My Chamberlain can find some suitable women to attend you." The cold and cynical part of his brain was doing his thinking now. This is a boon for me, I can now place my own people around her, watch her night and day. She looked worried for a moment then as she smoothed out a crease in her dress, had she guessed his thoughts? He leaned back in his seat, tried to relax his brow and look genial. Not the easiest task for one so prone to brooding as he.
"You will be confined to the palace for the time being. The upper city should be safe enough, but you will require permission should you wish to visit there, I will have my own guards escort you." He paused for a moment to think, was that a good idea? There were plenty of Ashlander nobility in the upper city who already despised the peace. Then again, there were Ashlanders in his armies and guards who despised the peace as well, and they would be the palace itself. He would have to pick the men he assigned to guard her carefully.
"As for the palace there are areas that are politically and... personally... sensitive. The cells below the Hall of Justice contain prisoners convicted of spying for Eorzia for example, it would not be good idea to go visiting there. My Council Chamber is closed to you also for the time being, as are my Royal Apartments. I doubt it would do either of our reputations much good if you were seen to be visiting my chambers before we are wed.
The King looked at the Princess Elise Hydaelyn again, regarding her in a new light. He had thought all that hate in her eyes had been solely reserved for him, but now he understood otherwise. Ozragad doubted that she would have been happy sold to any man not of her choosing, but to him? Feared merciless tyrant, with full knowledge her family expected abuse and cruelty at his hands? A better reason to despise the world than most.
He guessed it lay with him. Did he want to be the man they all believed him to be, or was he better than that? Stop it. Do not let this accursed sentimentality get in the way of what needs to be done. I shall reclaim our lands one way or another, otherwise it was all for nothing. Ozragad steeled himself once more, pushing any feeling back down into the deepest depths of his heart. It was true, she was only a tool of his ambitions, nothing more. But there was no need to abuse his tools.
"Well, it did cross my mind." He let his reply hang in the air, unclear whether he was responding to her father's suspicions regarding his intentions or whether Ozragad had merely expected her to bring spies into his palace.
"My Chamberlain can find some suitable women to attend you." The cold and cynical part of his brain was doing his thinking now. This is a boon for me, I can now place my own people around her, watch her night and day. She looked worried for a moment then as she smoothed out a crease in her dress, had she guessed his thoughts? He leaned back in his seat, tried to relax his brow and look genial. Not the easiest task for one so prone to brooding as he.
"You will be confined to the palace for the time being. The upper city should be safe enough, but you will require permission should you wish to visit there, I will have my own guards escort you." He paused for a moment to think, was that a good idea? There were plenty of Ashlander nobility in the upper city who already despised the peace. Then again, there were Ashlanders in his armies and guards who despised the peace as well, and they would be the palace itself. He would have to pick the men he assigned to guard her carefully.
"As for the palace there are areas that are politically and... personally... sensitive. The cells below the Hall of Justice contain prisoners convicted of spying for Eorzia for example, it would not be good idea to go visiting there. My Council Chamber is closed to you also for the time being, as are my Royal Apartments. I doubt it would do either of our reputations much good if you were seen to be visiting my chambers before we are wed.
My original join date was April 2009, so I might have been around at the same time as you.
Unfortunately everything from oldguild got wiped 6 years ago, so its very difficult to find stuff from the old days. Wayback machine used to have archives of the old site, but I'm not sure if those are still available.
Regardless, welcome back.
Unfortunately everything from oldguild got wiped 6 years ago, so its very difficult to find stuff from the old days. Wayback machine used to have archives of the old site, but I'm not sure if those are still available.
Regardless, welcome back.
That very much makes sense to me, would definitely make for a fun change of pace having Ozragad very out of his depth and Elise being the one more in control.
Not the actually marriage, just like an arrival ceremony, I figure we'd save that for a ways down the line.
How long to you think it'll take IC to get to the wedding? Do you want to do it in Morganyth, or we could have it the Eorzians insist it happens in their Kingdon so they have proof it actually happened?
How long to you think it'll take IC to get to the wedding? Do you want to do it in Morganyth, or we could have it the Eorzians insist it happens in their Kingdon so they have proof it actually happened?
Well I guess that means Ozragad's gonna have to find her some, I am 100% sure they won't be spying on her.
The little timetable of events I just laid in my post good for you?
Also if you want some NPC maids or whatever feel free to disregard the last line, they can riding shotgun or something.
Also if you want some NPC maids or whatever feel free to disregard the last line, they can riding shotgun or something.
"I will grant you are bold, bold enough for the battlefield. But I doubt you would have wished to meet me there either."
Ozragad sometimes forgot the ways of the human kingdoms like Eorzia, their strange rules regarding the roles that women could take their societies. They were not allowed to fight or hold offices of state, they were passed over for succession and denied inheritance. Things were different amongst the Formori, if he had turned away half of those who wished to fight him he would never have been able to build armies large enough to challenge his much more populous neighbour. Succession amongst their great houses of his kind was cognatic, the eldest child inherited regardless of their sex, and their names were passed down through the mother's line.
His own mother had been Queen in her own right before he had ascended to the throne. He was King Ozragad of the House of Gwydion through her line, not his father's. Gwydion had been the family name of his Grandmother, she had brought it with her to Morganyth when she had been driven from the green lands when she had been only a girl. Perhaps the Hydaelyn girl did not know this was the case, she had never seen a Formori succession, they were all ancient history to her.
Ozragad had always viewed human women with disdain, weak and pitiful things who he only really encountered when they flung themselves before him to beg for mercy. But at the pain in the Princess's voice and the loathing he could feel not just for him but for her own family, he realised that their passivity was not necessarily a choice they had wished for. He had never really though on it before.
That was what he had been expecting from her of course, passivity, weakness, fear.
His thoughts were tinged with regret, his eyes dropped away from hers. His rage coiled back in on itself, the fire was banked once more. Is that what I had wanted? Some frightened mouse trained to cringed away from me at my every motion? Is that really who I am? His war was over for now, he didn't have to play the conquering tyrant with his every breath, though sometimes it seemed like he had never been anything else.
Yes she had been angry and impudent, and yes he would not have suffered that in anyone else, but maybe had grown to used too his autocracy. It had been a hundred years since had been civil with another monarch, since etiquette had demanded he treat another as his equal. The Princess was the closest he had experienced to that such a long time, perhaps he had forgotten how to behave politely. A century of war could do that to any man, even you. You are not immutable Ozragad.
"It is no matter who I was expecting, we would find each other complete strangers either way." With that he lapsed into an uneasy quiet, gazing out of the window of the carriage. They rolled up the mountain road towards the pass between two peaks. He found himself drumming his fingers against his sword again, he stopped himself. He should say something, anything, so as not to waste this whole journey in sullen silence.
"We will keep the ceremony to a minimum upon our arrival at the palace. There will be formal presentation of you at court the next morning and a banquet that evening." He suddenly became away of how alone they were in the carriage, a frown crossed his face. "You are completely alone besides your guards? No ladies-in-waiting, no chambermaids?"
Ozragad sometimes forgot the ways of the human kingdoms like Eorzia, their strange rules regarding the roles that women could take their societies. They were not allowed to fight or hold offices of state, they were passed over for succession and denied inheritance. Things were different amongst the Formori, if he had turned away half of those who wished to fight him he would never have been able to build armies large enough to challenge his much more populous neighbour. Succession amongst their great houses of his kind was cognatic, the eldest child inherited regardless of their sex, and their names were passed down through the mother's line.
His own mother had been Queen in her own right before he had ascended to the throne. He was King Ozragad of the House of Gwydion through her line, not his father's. Gwydion had been the family name of his Grandmother, she had brought it with her to Morganyth when she had been driven from the green lands when she had been only a girl. Perhaps the Hydaelyn girl did not know this was the case, she had never seen a Formori succession, they were all ancient history to her.
Ozragad had always viewed human women with disdain, weak and pitiful things who he only really encountered when they flung themselves before him to beg for mercy. But at the pain in the Princess's voice and the loathing he could feel not just for him but for her own family, he realised that their passivity was not necessarily a choice they had wished for. He had never really though on it before.
That was what he had been expecting from her of course, passivity, weakness, fear.
His thoughts were tinged with regret, his eyes dropped away from hers. His rage coiled back in on itself, the fire was banked once more. Is that what I had wanted? Some frightened mouse trained to cringed away from me at my every motion? Is that really who I am? His war was over for now, he didn't have to play the conquering tyrant with his every breath, though sometimes it seemed like he had never been anything else.
Yes she had been angry and impudent, and yes he would not have suffered that in anyone else, but maybe had grown to used too his autocracy. It had been a hundred years since had been civil with another monarch, since etiquette had demanded he treat another as his equal. The Princess was the closest he had experienced to that such a long time, perhaps he had forgotten how to behave politely. A century of war could do that to any man, even you. You are not immutable Ozragad.
"It is no matter who I was expecting, we would find each other complete strangers either way." With that he lapsed into an uneasy quiet, gazing out of the window of the carriage. They rolled up the mountain road towards the pass between two peaks. He found himself drumming his fingers against his sword again, he stopped himself. He should say something, anything, so as not to waste this whole journey in sullen silence.
"We will keep the ceremony to a minimum upon our arrival at the palace. There will be formal presentation of you at court the next morning and a banquet that evening." He suddenly became away of how alone they were in the carriage, a frown crossed his face. "You are completely alone besides your guards? No ladies-in-waiting, no chambermaids?"
At first Ozragad thought he had misjudged her, that he had misread what he had thought as anger in her eyes when they had spoken outside. She seemed sincere in her praise for his Kingdom, and implicitly his rule. Maybe I am being unfair to her, reading my own feelings instead of hers. But as she continued he saw that he had not been wrong. She did not bend to propriety but rather waxed lyrical about the 'exquisite' countryside, she belittled the war he was the chief architect of, and revealed that she knew of the additional price that Ozragad has set on peace - that he coveted the lands of Eorzia. All the while, a clenched fist held to her side.
He could feel his own rage building behind his stony exterior. Her own land? Hardly, the Eorzian's were all thieves at heart. Squatters on the birthright of his people, deserving of whatever he unleashed upon them. Sometimes he thought he'd rather burn all the forests and fields of that land than see it under the thumb of another. He was preparing to let his own tongue off of its leash, but her parting barbs caught him completely by surprise.
Perhaps I did a favour by burning it? Ozragad stared at her for a moment, not quite believing what he had heard her say. Then she disparaged his aesthetics, and looked him up and down like he was some kind of uncouth peasant. He could honestly not remember the last time someone had spoken to him in such a way. He could not help it.
The King laughed.
It was a low throaty chuckle, one that rumbled deep down in the hollow of his chest. It was absurd more than anything, a girl almost completely in his power, whom he had centuries of experience upon, commending him for an atrocity he had committing against her own Kingdom whilst simultaneous reprimanding him for his sense of dress? He looked out of the carriage window again as he quieted himself down, watching the desolate landscape outside roll by. When he was silent the rattle of the carriage and sound of the horseshoes against the road surface filled the quiet.
"So you know the price I set for this peace then? My own slice of your 'exquisite' countryside. Frankly you are an afterthought to me, a necessary complication fostered upon me by your family so I do not simply break my word and resume the war at my convenience. Although I fear your father may have overestimated my commitment to my honour."
He leaned in closer to her, a malicious glint his burning eyes. Let them drop this pretence, he would say what he had been thinking over all these days of having envoys come and go. What he had been thinking of on the ride out pick up his betrothed.
"You really are lucky that you are here as my bride not my prisoner. I would not have tolerated the insolence that came out of your mouth otherwise. You are not what I was expecting."
He could feel his own rage building behind his stony exterior. Her own land? Hardly, the Eorzian's were all thieves at heart. Squatters on the birthright of his people, deserving of whatever he unleashed upon them. Sometimes he thought he'd rather burn all the forests and fields of that land than see it under the thumb of another. He was preparing to let his own tongue off of its leash, but her parting barbs caught him completely by surprise.
Perhaps I did a favour by burning it? Ozragad stared at her for a moment, not quite believing what he had heard her say. Then she disparaged his aesthetics, and looked him up and down like he was some kind of uncouth peasant. He could honestly not remember the last time someone had spoken to him in such a way. He could not help it.
The King laughed.
It was a low throaty chuckle, one that rumbled deep down in the hollow of his chest. It was absurd more than anything, a girl almost completely in his power, whom he had centuries of experience upon, commending him for an atrocity he had committing against her own Kingdom whilst simultaneous reprimanding him for his sense of dress? He looked out of the carriage window again as he quieted himself down, watching the desolate landscape outside roll by. When he was silent the rattle of the carriage and sound of the horseshoes against the road surface filled the quiet.
"So you know the price I set for this peace then? My own slice of your 'exquisite' countryside. Frankly you are an afterthought to me, a necessary complication fostered upon me by your family so I do not simply break my word and resume the war at my convenience. Although I fear your father may have overestimated my commitment to my honour."
He leaned in closer to her, a malicious glint his burning eyes. Let them drop this pretence, he would say what he had been thinking over all these days of having envoys come and go. What he had been thinking of on the ride out pick up his betrothed.
"You really are lucky that you are here as my bride not my prisoner. I would not have tolerated the insolence that came out of your mouth otherwise. You are not what I was expecting."
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