Lava Alckon

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Location: Sorian Castle Gardens
Time: Late Morning of the 23rd
Mentions: Duchess Victoria, Sadie @Potter, Drake, Ariella, Violet @tpartywithzombi, Wulfric @Silverpaw, Alexander @FunnyGuy, Callum @helo

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A bit of nervousness fluttered in the Duke's body as he walked about the tea party. He was not one for sitting in moments like these, wanting to see the many faces of the nobility that have come to grow around Sorian as of late. In his hand was an ornate cup filled with his favorite, grey tea, and his attire was of the standard affair for such an event. He wore a beige colored jacket with a white shirt underneath, and slight white frills sneaking out from under his coat. His black tie and pants added further professionalism to his stature in addition to his pointed blacked shoes. His cuffs were nice and snug against his wrists, and the jacket was tapered off at the waist to avoid any accidental dragging of coat-tails. Truly this man was dressed to impress, but not nearly as much as his dear wife Victoria.

He gazed over in her direction, noticing her rather calculating gaze. He would normally go and say hello to her but she had chastised him at the last event for disrupting her "reportoire" as she put it. Gideon found it somewhat melancholy but for now he chose to ignore his wife and continued purusing the area. He took note of the flood of people coming in, some faces familiar and others not so much. Two of the Danrose princes were in company today, with Callum of course causing a ruckus, as he does, and Wulfric being his usual cold unapproachable self. Yet in spite of this he seems to have found a female compatriot. Good for you, Wulfy boy! Get those courting chops wet. I have faith in you, yet, Silver Wolf. He smiled to himself as he took another sip of his tea.

His sip paused as he realized just who it was the prince was talking to. The Duke had to stop himself from an unceremonious spit-take as he realized the recently pronounced dead Violet Damien was now walking among them. Curious... Gideon's usual cheery demeanor dropped for just a hair's breath of a moment. But before any could take notice he went back to his patrolling and observing. There were some Varian nobility he was rather unfamiliar with making their way through, one he believed to be Count Sebastian was already with a couple females at the table. How apropose~

He stopped for another sip and took particular interest in his son, Drake. He couldn't help but swell with pride watching him interact and "woo" the Princess from the Camilia family. It would seem Gideon would need to learn more of their nobility should Drake be taking a vested interest in it. He was his son after all, and impressions matter. Speaking of impressions- Gideon noticed as Alexander approached his son and the Princess with friendly intent. He couldn't help but feel a slight pit in his stomach, as if the man before him was not everything he said he was. He could very well be mistaken but Gideon felt the veil of a mystery behind the man that was Alexander Deacon, and he did not like the possibilities behind what lay beyond the mask. Those in glass houses, shouldn't throw stones. I should leave them to their affairs.

As he noticed Alexander leave to pursue his other affairs, the Duke found it a perfect chance to approach his son and the princess that he had seen him gushing about for the past few days over. He gave a courteous bow and gestured with his cup hand to the pair. "Good day to you two. Drake, my son, I see you have found yourself rather exemplary company!" He turned to look to the princess with that charisma-filled smile. "I trust my boy has been behaving himself? Being the proper gentleman he was raised to be? You let me know if he gives you any trouble, Princess." He gave a slightly jovial finger wag at Drake's direction, entirely meant to be light-hearted and not a serious accusation. He took the final sip of his tea and held it in his hand as he looked to the two with an eager desire to learn more of their budding relationship.

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Farim

Location:
Time: Morning of the 23rd
Mentions: Beach Crew w/ Charlotte

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Farim's Inner Reflection + Flashback

For a moment, there was a flurry of interactions and things that Farim had noticed as he tended to Charlotte. He stood aside as she rose up and interacted with the others, and for a moment he took a brief pause. This moment was one of many he would use to internally reflect, and would slink back a few paces as the others mingled. This was terribly unlike him, but Farim began to worry. He held a notable amount of concern for his family. He had hoped beyond hopes that they would be better, and rise to the occasion of meeting the Sultan's expectations. He did not wish to fight and bicker with his closest family but it seemed like no matter how hard he tried to encourage their more personable behavior they seemed to double down on wickedness.

Granted it was all akin to teenagers fighting at the school playground, but nonetheless the words and actions carried weight when you dealt with people who held the influence and standing that they did. If Layla was anything less than a daughter of the Sultan she would likely be rushed off the beach at best, or at worst facing the tongue lashing of some vapid noble, perhaps even someone like Farim. Why must I be the only one here who seems to want to make a good impression on anyone? Did I truly grow so different from them in my time away? Farim wondered for a moment, and began to wonder if all his attempts at "guiding" his family had ever really done much. Even as he thought now he could picture moments where he did not trust his family.

Anything his father gave him to eat or drink was usually tested or thrown out. He had been drinking extremel diluted samples of Zilal's venom since he almost bit Farim in his younger years. He wore padded chain-shirts below his garb when seeing some of his more violent family members and taught himself to fight purely to keep himself from being bullied. Yet here he was, still very much being bullied, and still about as far along at "helping" his family as the day he started. So in that moment he decided, it was time to play Layla's little game.

The deep look of reflection and thought on Farim's face gave way to a particularly snarky grin. He sauntered his way towards his cousin, who unsurprisingly had begun starting even more drama between herself and the group. His steps were slow and deliberate, not too goofy and not too long of strides. He had a message to send, and an image to keep, afterall. He approached Layla and casually wrapped an arm over her shoulder before shaking his hands in a slightly mocking motion. "Layla, mark your words? I've marked so many words I can hardly keep count. Should I erase the ones you spoke the other day?" The hand opposite of the one hanging over her shoulder pointed towards her, that same cock-sure grin drawn across his face. "Or how every single one of you have probably threatened my life about 5 times over yet....I seem to be quite alive and healthy." His gaze shifted to those around the two of them. His stance was neither threatening nor perverted. He was simply slinging an arm over his cousin, but it was the general casualness of which another person touched the seemingly untouchable Layla Kadir that Farim wanted to display for everyone to see.

"I understand you wish to be this strong cannot-be-fucked-with woman, but surely you are pushing the message a bit too far no? What is the harm in just indulging a little? Socializing is the whole reason we came all the way out here yet you insult me for doing just that! Now that is rather silly, Layla." His hand now slipped off her and moved to rest on his hip, yet his stance remained ready for a retalitory strike from his feisty cousin. "Speaking of regrets, mind simmering down just a smidge for us, cousin?I see more people approaching and it seems like every time you speak you wish to have more enemies upon us. I would prefer you not at the edge of a knife, believe it or not." With this he paused for a moment to let her speak, with a side glance at anyone else as if to say Do not worry my friends, I got this.

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Farim

Location: Sorian Beach
Time: Morning of the 23rd
Mentions: Olivia, Layla @Potter, Charlotte @Princess, Lorenzo @FunnyGuy, Dr. John @Conscripts, Ruby @SausagePat, Kazumin@samreaper, Sjan-dehk @Apex Sunburn, and Dali @Ojo chan 42

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As his conversation with Olivia continued, Farim couldn't help but notice the slowly growing crowd of individuals. Charlotte had left to see one person, and Lorenzo had dashed off to deal with his....affliction. But suddenly they had both returned with extra bodies. Farim didn't mind this one bit as he welcomed to opportunity to socialize. Lady Ariella he had recognized instantly, which made Farim cast a curious glance as to what exactly Lorenzo was placing into his cantine. She is just like my brother, heh. He thought to himself, thinking of the many times Dali would've introduced himself to some errant herb or spice he wanted to try.

With Charlotte, came three distinct looking figures, and with the raise in company, Farim would put his hands on his knees and will himself up from his spot, doing his best to seem graceful and not disturb Olivia who had sat close to him. With his arms crossed and a wide smile he looked up the three men and nodded approvingly. "What a fine group of individuals we have here! All three of you I do not think I have met formally, but allow me to introduce myself." He gave a bow, his torso moving to be perpendicular with his waist as one arm softly swung behind and in front of him in a crossing motion. He rose back up to meet the gentlemen's gaze and continued. "I am Farim of Alidasht. Proud owner and propietor of the Farim's Dream trading company. I am pleased to meet each and every one of you. You all seem like fine people. If you have need of anything, please do not feel shy to ask. My pockets run deep, connections deeper, and well, I am a sucker for a good deal." He let out a light chuckle before taking a moment to size up the gents.

First was notably the giant of a man Roman. He wasn't entirely dull to the Ravenwood name. Frankly it had turned to be one of his more dependable foreign vendors and workshops to work with in his years as an up and coming entrepeneaur. "If you want quality, find the Ravenwoods." His stature and figure led Farim to see why such standards were in place. Yet the man's stride was deliberate, as if holding back from crushing the sand beneath his oppressive form. As he spoke, his manners were fine and pragmatic as usual. Farim rather enjoyed getting to know his business partners a little better. "Well I am familiar with the legendary blacksmith himself, Lord Ravenwood, but it is lovely to get to have some more friendly banter together away from all the dull paperwork and transactional language I am sure you hear plenty of. Pleasure to meet you."

The other two held far less of a connection to Farim, not because he avoided them but simply he had no occasion to procure medical supplies or practitioners. But now that the thought crossed his mind, it wouldn't be a bad investment into public health and medicine. He shelved the idea and made sure to send a warm grin and nod towards Dr. John's way. The outfit he had chosen was certainly interesting but Farim held no reservations. It was his body, he should cloth it how he pleases! Not to mention, a man who brings some refreshments with his presents was always a positive in Farim's book. "Free smoothies! Ah what a delight! I love good drink and food, Dr. Williamson. How fairs your latest endeavors in the medical field. Good, I hope?"

Then the man with the big hat and the even bigger ship accompanied them all. This fellow was quite the exotic one to Farim's eyes. He had features and speech patterns unlike any he had heard before. It was clear that perhaps the mother tongue of this land was not his first one, but Farim admired his tenacity in learning multiple languages like he had. He quickly darted his eyes up and down the mans physique, finding himself rather impressed that despite the light clothing there was clearly some definition in him. This was a man who knew his ship, knew his crew, and worked them both to their core, as he should. There were certainly some questions and opportunities in knowing such a capable vessel and its captain, but for now Farim chose to be more social rather than political. "Sada Kurau...a fine name for a fine ship. I admire your capabilities already, dear Sjan-dehk! Welcome to this lovely gathering of fine nobles. What exactly brings you to this part of the world, my friend?"

His attention flicked over to Ariella, offering her a second bow, albeit less dramatic than the first. "And to round it all off, I do hope you had a pleasant end to your evening when we last met, Ariella. It was wonderful to get to walk with you the other night." He didn't want to mention the sudden arrival of her brother and the emergency that permitted such a speedy getaway, not in front of everyone. He kept a bright smile just for her though to avoid any unsolicited reactions or suspicions of her evening.

Just as he was about to finish his round of introductions, a familiar figure approached, and every footstep carried just as much sass as he feared it would. His dear cousin, flaunting the bronze beauty of her skin to the onlookers that he knew existed. He figured she got a bit of a kick out of watching people "Far below a woman of her stature gaze at her like dogs who could only dream of getting a taste of the perfect meal in front of them." Or something to that effect. They had just spent a rather pleasant day shopping together and he finally began to see a more kind side to his cousin, yet a coin always carries two sides, and here she was baring down on his group of newfound friends with plenty of insults.

Still, he kept his cool and smirked at his cousin, not wanting to lose to her taunts. "Well it is a pleasure to see you too, cousin. I figured you could enjoy yourself at a place like this, so remniscent of our homeland. But I suppose I underestimated your ... oh what was it we used to call it back home ... killjoy potential?" He gave a sneer before crossing his arms and continuing his friendlier cadence. "I doubt you are interested, but we are just conversing over some-" His words were cut off as she more or less ignored him and continued her relentless verbal assault. An assault that quickly became volatile as she poured an entire smoothie over Charlotte's head, and the subsequent reaction from Olivia.

As the guards surrounded her, Farim stomped into the sand, dragging his foot under the front facing guard's stance and toppling him in one move. He grabbed the shoulder of the guard to his left and pinned the arm of the guard to his right that held a weapon. "You come here to start some trouble? I will quickly dissolve it before another national tragedy is upon us." He threw the two guards off their balance, shifted their stance back. He turned to the final guard and glared at him, daring to make a move. Farim had an unassuming build, but back home he had trained under the watchful and oppressive eye of Grand Master Hafaam. He learned the ways of the Krav Maga and knew how to throw several men twice his size on their feet.

"Do not think you can throw your guards around so flippantly here, cousin." He sneered once more and crossed his arms. "Unless you wish for me to knock each and every one down to size." He looked around at the group and slowly exhaled. "Allow me to offer an equal claim to yours, dear cousin. I hold you all to the highest standard and so far, I am disappointed. So from here on, you touch any of my friends, and it is you who will be in trouble. I will have each and every one of you sent back home if I must, hadid kalimati (mark my words)." It was then the guards gathered and Layla left just about as quickly as she appeared. With a final quip he spoke out "Hells if she undressed she would still likely have more clothes on than you, but you have yourself a day as pleasant as your attitude, Layla." He rolled his eyes and scoffed.

With that, he reached down and grabbed a towel, flicking the sand off it and quickly rushing to Charlotte's side to wipe off any errant slushy liquids that may be on her. "Forgive my intrusion but my family caused this mess so I shoud be the one to clean it up. May I?" He wouldn't go errantly rubbing her with a towel without her consent, but he felt partially guilty for not stopping the smoothie pour. He likely couldn't have reacted in time, but that tinge of what if hung on his mind. "At the very least, let me purchase some new clothing for you, should this set be ruined."

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Port Vanarosa
Mentions: Ismael @Th3King0fChaos, Amisra @Tae, Arlen @Silverpaw, and the Thugs @princess

Equipment

320 amas, Red-hilted dagger, Leather armor, compass, fancy spyglass, and a cloak

Tanithil could only smirk as the elf charged him once more. He had an entire plan in mind from the very beginning, his gaze now shifting to the lump of shadow magic on the floor. One hand held his dagger while taking a feinting stance, and the other hand flicked upwards to point his index finger upward. In response to his fast hand, the blob flung itself at the thug, quickly sharpening itself into a spike on both ends. The thin diamond-shaped spike hurtled towards the dark elf, piercing the side of his neck while he wasn't looking. With a new opening presenting itself as the man reacted to being stabbed in his neck, Tanithil side-stepped and shoved his dagger into the mans shoulder. With one side of the elf stabbed in the neck, and the opposite stabbed in the shoulder, Tanithil figured the elf would bleed out. He pushed the man onto the ground, pulling on the magic spike shoved into his neck and yanking it free. In his hand, the spike quickly formed back into a gun and with a warped sound, the hammer pulled back.

Tanithil hopped over the bleeding elf and pointed his shadow gun at the orc threatening to break Amisra's femurs. But his attention then diverted to the warping of shadow magic aimed right at Ismael. With a frustrated click of his tongue he continued aiming his pistol at the orc. Then, a resounding cry came from the rooftops, confirming that at the very least Arlen was keeping his quarry at bay. He took a sharp breath and spoke in his usual cocky manner, which slowly began to twist into a more malicious filled cadance. "Right this has been a fun little scrap here. But I just sticked ya mate there and iffin ya don't drop my friends and walk the fuck out of here....I'm gonna make swiss cheese jealous with how many holes you'll have, Tiny." His voice held no hesitation, and he kept himself spaced enough between the leader and the orc to hopefully keep a good sightline if either of them pulled anything. But he secretly hoped his friends had something up their sleeves. He hardly had the speed to keep them both safe apart from his shields.

TL;DR

Tanithil stabs the dark elf charging at him in the neck with a shadow spike made from his shadow magic. He then stabs him in the shoulder and knocks him down while yanking the spike from his body. He turns it into a gun and points it at the orc and threatens both him and the leader to leave or be shot. Secretly, he feels worried if he can stop the both of them.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Farim

Location: Sorian Beach
Time: Morning of 23rd
Mentions: Olivia @Potter, Charlotte @Princess, Lorenzo @FunnyGuy, Dr. John @Conscripts, Ruby @SausagePat, and Kazumin @samreaper

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Farim witnessed Charlotte rise up and approach the rather interestingly dressed gentleman. He gave her a wave, although she likely wouldn't see it, and extended the greeting to the man should he choose to gaze his way. Then it was him, Lorenzo, Olivia, and the after-stench of what he assumed was Lorenzo's breakfast. His wave to them was useds stratetgically to waft any errant smells away from his face as Olivia spoke to him. With his attention now on her, he flashed another charisma-packed smile at her and took a brief pause to think on her flurry of energetic inquiries.

"Well for starters, some water would not be bad. I often overlook such things since I am so used to the heat. In regards to the beauty of the night sky, yes you are right in every way. The sand seems almost muted in comparison to the brilliant cascade of bright dots along the black canvas of the night. It makes night travel somewhat tranquil when you are not in some dangerous area filled with scorpions or gods forbid snakes." With a light chuckle he would then take whatever water bottle she would offer and take a firm drink from it, likely spilling some of it down his neck as he raised his head. Perhaps he was thirstier than he let on, since after finishing said drink he would let out a pleased sigh.

"Gemstones...hmmm. Well rubies and diamonds are the popular bunch. A few sapphires and emeralds here and there. I've even seen some obsidian in some of the cave networks in a few certain key spots. I will not tell though...my little secret." He winked and let out a single chuckle. "I am good on sandwiches for now, perhaps in a little while once the first one has made its course. I am curious about something myself." His gaze now shifted from her, and a finger pointed towards the ongoing scene of a cow-licked blondie somewhat covered in seaweed either being harassed or harassing the local youth. He was not sure which. Then to make things even stranger there was a woman with two different colored eyes screaming at the top of her lungs about sharks. The two seemed to be getting along just fine so he did not wish to interupt, but his curiosity was rather palpable. "Do you happen to know them or what it is they may be doing?" The distance between them was noted as she got closer, and Farim certainly did not mind one bit.

"Also. You seem mighty curious about me but I have yet to hear much about you, Olivia. Think you have any fun bits you wish to share with me?" He turned and continued smiling, giving her a chance to answer his own array of questions.

Avalia

Bardulf

Time: Morning
Location: Southwest of Roshmi City
Interaction: Brigitte @Tae, Mister Luum @FunnyGuy, Rue @Potter, Bowyn @Helo, and Zeva @Pink Khione

Equipment

220 amas, Heirloom Halberd, cloak, set of leather armor/clothes

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The journey proved to be a quickly paced one, which Bardulf had no issue with really. Fast and subtle movements were his forte and he would likely be sticking to the edge of the treeline should anyone appear outside of their group again, not wanting to repeat his earlier mistake. He appreciated that there was one more in their group even if she did somewhat cause Bardulf's inner beast to re-surface. But she had no way of knowing that, it wouldn't be fair to hold a grudge against her for it and she proved herself capable of rectifying the mistake easily enough. He appreciated her kind disposition, but her more outgoing nature did certainly startle Bardulf on occasion.

As they approached the city, Bardulf stood and stared for awhile as he took in the scenery. He had to remind himself to keep walking as he observed the tall buildings, the properly cut and developed paths, the over abundance of people. There was so much activity in this one square of the world he could hardly believe it. The most people he had seen at once was maybe 1,000. This city dwarfed that number handedly. Bardulf took note of the statue that Mister Luum pointed out, however, as he recalled hearing about this King Zanithel. If his quest was to be fulfilled, this would be the one he would have to kill, maim, or usurp in some way shape or form. Well, him and his pack of course.

Mister Luum presented an interesting offer, albeit terrifying considering the implications of having to go into such a denseley populated area. Bardulf did want to acquire some supplies for hunting, but to do it among so many people. His anxiety began to bubble ever so slightly, but also his sense of reason warned him against the dangers of being spotted in such a densely populated city. "Uhm...Would it be safe for me to be around here? If there's this many people wouldn't they.....recognize me?" He walked up to Mister Luum and said in a faint whisper while making sure his cloak hid his face exceedingly well. "I wouldn't mind some....hunting supplies but...I can always wait for a smaller town." He continued to stammer on as he waited to see what the others would say.

TL;DR

Bardulf journeyes to Roshmi with everyone, and is immediately frightened by the scope of such a large city, having been around small villages all his life. He asks Mister Luum and the group if it would be wise for him to travel in the city with so many people, yet does mention he would like some hunting supplies.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Port Vanarosa
Mentions: Ismael @Th3King0fChaos, Amisra @Tae, Arlen @Silverpaw, and the Thugs @princess

Equipment

320 amas, Red-hilted dagger, Leather armor, compass, fancy spyglass, and a cloak

A fair amount had happened in such a short time. Tanithil took the moment to process the situation at hand. Previously he had every intention of simply turning the group into a pack of swiss cheese and being done with it, but now his friends and crew were all together creating all sorts of chaos and diversions....just the way he liked it. His gaze fell to the dark elf leader charging him. How inspiring. The little runt thinks he can match up to this...slightly taller runt. He thought to himself. He snickered while the man approached, blades drawn and threatening to slash at his arms. With a devious grin he saw exactly what the elf was looking to do. Either loss his weapon, or loss his hand....again. So naturally, Tanithil simply let his weapon go. The conjured gun fell forward as Tanithil jumped back, likely giving the bandit a false sense of victory for all of about 2 seconds.

After his fingers came together, as if to cast a spell, the shadow gun morphed entirely. Its shape bent and formed several long tendrils coming from a central blob of dark magic. The tendrils attempted to wrap around the face of the man charging at Tanithil, allowing him to create some space and a diversion all while making him look rather silly with a shadow creature hugging his face. Tanithil spun around the elf in an attempt to dodge and took a brief note of the situation. He noticed Arlen scaling the rooftops, with the fairy in tow. He nodded in appreciation of Ismael's kick against the fairy's torso and noticed the vines ensaring him. He saw Amisra throw, of all things, a potato, at the big orcish brute. The Captain, watchful as ever, was taking a safe watch from the distance and allowing his crew to handle this mess. Rightfully so, as if these four thugs could outdue their gang then they had no business being saviors of Avalia.

Tanithil crossed his arms and shot them out to either side, quick wisps of shadow energy raced across the alley in either direction towards Amisra and Ismael, and quickly wrapped them up in shadow magic. "Some Shielding outta give you both an edge. C'mon now, show Tanny boy that spunk we all know and love you two!" He chuckled, finding the silly little nickname growing on him somewhat. But he wouldn't let Amisra nor Arlen know this outright. He swiftly pulled a dagger from its sheath and turned to face the short dark elf, his tone somewhat changed. "Right then. How's about I show you a proper knife dance?"

TL;DR

Tanithil turns his gun into an impromptu face mask to blind/disorient the elf attacking him. He then gives Amisra and Ismael a shield and pulls his dagger ready to face the elf once more.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Farim

Location: Sorian Beach
Time: Morning of the 23rd
Mentions: Charlotte @princess, Olivia @potter, Lorenzo @FunnyGuy, Ariella @Tpartywithzombi, Dali @Ojo chan 42, and Dr. John @Conscripts

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Farim took note of the general atmosphere as he played his quick little game with Charlotte. The woman seemed a bit shy, and albeit he definitely pushed the normal acceptable social distance for having only met her twice now. He took the hint and scooched just a smidge furhter to give her a sense of ease. He was a flirt but he had compassion for treating women properly when he could. His immediate focus went towards Lorenzo, who spoke of another more promiscuous beach. Farim shined a smirk his direction, althought through his closed eyelids Lorenzo would likely not see it. The thought of suits even more revealing than what he had chosen or what others had chosen was certainly interesting, but he wouldn't let his mind wander too far into indency so early in the morning.

"Well that is an exotic idea, Lord Lorenzo. Maybe someday we can go work on our tan together there, hmm?" He jested in friendly banter towards the Duke. He spoke of fine white sand and bountiful coconut trees, a proper tropical paradise if Farim had ever heard of one. Definitely worth at least a courtesy visit. His curiosity about the place and its revelance to them had been immediately answered by Charlotte. "Well now that is certainly good to know. Do you often get home sick when you visit here by chance?" Her mannerisms were not lost on him as she twirled her hair and nervously spoke of something other than the fact he was practically breathing her air a second ago. He held back a chuckle, finding the woman quite the fun person to tease and socialize with.

The pleasantries continued as the nice woman who was friends with Charlotte spoke to him in sweet words, complimenting his appearance and inquiring about his home. He smiled wide enough to have his eyes close partially as he bashfully talked about his homeland. "Well you certainly are the flattering one. I do believe a lot of people from where I come from are hailed as 'exotic' so people love to stare at us like we stare at stars in the night sky. I will let you all judge whether I am the exception or the rule." He winked in Olivia's direction. "As for my home, the heat is much less pleasant than here I am afraid. With rolling hills made of sand that stretch as far as the horizon can go. On a clear day you could see for miles and see nothing but mixtures of yellow, red, and orange." A brief pause ensued, with Farim realizing he wasn't doing much justice for his homeland. "But! The beauties between the dunes are the ones that make the journey so worth it. Oasis sanctuaries with plenty of water and trees to offer shade from the pulsing heat of the sun, and caves that appear from almost nowhere and lead to sparkling gem-encrusted caverns that pull the attention of many coveting tradesmen like myself."

As he continued talking about his homeland, he would share distinct facts and opinions about the cities, the state of the commonfolk, how trades are in his land and what interests him. He did not spend too long, and would give them plenty of time to interject and ask as needed. Farim's body shifted back as he leaned on his hands and appreciated the view of the people and the beach around him. In the distance he swore he could see what looked like a seaweed covered man being assaulted at first but then hugged by some blonde haired woman with different colored eyes. Farim even spotted a few interesting pairs, far off he saw Ariella with his brother Dali and he sported a quick smirk. There was also a gentleman in a rather interesting choice of clothes. He swore the man could suffer heat stroke any minute but he figured anyone who dressed like that in this heat knew what they were about, so he wouldn't judge.

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Drake

Attire: Coat/Shirt, Pants, and Shoes
Time: Morning of 23rd
Location: Castle Gardees
Mentions: Sadie, @Potter Alexander, and Lianna @FunnyGuy

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The mention of Lianna's lost sight did cause a look of concern to come across Drake's face. For someone with no use of one of her senses, she seemed rather comfortable in her setting. Obviously the errant twitch or sudden outburst would be due cause for alarm. Something like a loud trumpet blarin- BBRRRRRRRRPRPPPP. As if on cue with his mental train of thought, a sudden burst of noise came from the prince and Drake couldn't help but slightly wince at the preceedings. Wasn't this supposed to be a regal and relaxing event? Why is so much happening? Drake at least appreciated the addition of some more sweets as he noticed more guests flooding into the main area.

Turning his attention elsewhere, he motioned towards Alexander. "The dinner last night was truly that bit of marvel? It would seem many events are turning more...exciting than expected nowadays." There was a pause as he took a brief sip of his tea. "But no matter, I appreciate your compliments, Sir Deacon. I do like to keep my ground when things get shakey. Best to be on solid footing when defending oneself."

His body shifted to direct itself towards Sadie, who had just excitedly inquired about Drake's possible attendance to this masquerade. He already had plans to go but to hear that she would go as well made him rather excited. He flashed a charismatic smile to ease her possible worries before taking her hand in his. "I would be delighted to go, especially if you plan to attend, Princess Camilia." His voice dropped a little low, as if to flare a hint of charm in his speech. "And thank you for such kind words. I will make sure to heed both yours and Sir Deacons advice." His voice returned to its usual cadence, and his gaze once again met Alexander's.

"Well I do appreciate your company, Sir. I do not wish to keep you any longer than you'd like, but if there is anything else you'd like to discuss before you take your leave I am more than happy to share some more words." He would give the man some due time, and he didn't want to outwardly shoo him away, but there was a part of him that wanted to enjoy some of his time with Sadie. He had a feeling at the party it might even be more chaotic than it is here so whatever social time he could spend with her he would gladly secure. Yet all the same, Alexander was not rude nor would Drake try to usher him out like an unwanted puppy. If anything he was curious if Alexander had any other notions to approach aside from complimenting the two of them. He kept a friendly smile on while gently holding Sadie's hand aloft until he would feel it pull away, then he would separate his fingers and let the Princess' hand return to its resting position should she choose to.

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Farim

Location: Sorian Beach
Time: Morning of 23rd
Mentions:Charlotte @princess, Olivia @potter, and Lorenzo @FunnyGuy

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Farim paid attention to the trio as they shifted and reacted to his presence. His smile stayed wide, but his eyesbrows instinctively raised at Lorenzo's initial statements. He couldn't help but chuckle lightly as he waved his hand over the sun. "Trust me, Sir. There is no blocking the almighty sun. But I shall keep note to not give you too much shade this fine day. I hope you end up as bronze as myself by the end of the morning." He stepped around him, before hearing him ask about if anymore of "him" would be coming. He turned around and placed his hands on either hip before smirking. "I do not know, Sir Duke. Are any more of you coming?" His quip wasn't meant to be harsh, only to imply that such a question was rather silly. "I am not tied to the hips of my other family members but if you are scared of them...I shall run, how you say....interference." He laughed lightly and turned to look at Charlotte, who was flashing a rather cute smile and handing him a well made sandwhich.

With an elegant bending of the knee, and a crossing of his legs, he sat right next to Charlotte as he took the sandwhich from her hand. He took a rather eager bite as the various ingredients filled his mouth. He closed his eyes and relished in the blending of bread, meats, cheese, and veggies. With his other hand he gave an enthusiastic thumbs up and swalloed the chunk of sandwhich, turning to speak to her. "That was simply deli-oh!" Not realizing how close he got, he was mere inches from her face before his eyelids lowered and a smirk pulled on the corner of his mouth. "My apologies. Personal space is a big thing here I presume." He pushed himself only a mere inch away from her to give her some breathing room, but he wouldn't be surprised if she moved to look for more room for herself. He took another big bite of the sandwhich, the pure joy evident on his face as he savored the flavor. "This really is a nice sandwhich, Charlotte."

Leaning forward, he looked at this new friend of his, Olivia, and held his half-eaten sandwhich up. "Miss Livvy, I implore you to try one of these." He realized her bow was not met with one of his own, so from his seated position he gave a bow with the top half of his body, still likely pushing into Charlotte's bubble without meaning to impeded for too long. "I like your beach here. It reminds a little of home but with nice water instead of neverending dunes." He chomped another chunk of his meal and quickly swallowed it before addressing the group as a whole. "Do you all often come out here?"