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Comings and Goings at the Royal Palace

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Comings and Goings at the Royal Palace

Post by JamesG » Wed Dec 31, 2008 3:03 am

The realm of sleeping and waking were mixed. On one paw, Nikolaus' eyes squinted as a shaft of light from the not-so securely curtained window skilfully cut across His Serene Majesty's bed, right into the Arctic Wolf's eyes. On the other paw, Nik felt that it was unreasonable to wake up at what felt like a ridiculously early time. Nine o'clock was certainly out of the question. Approaching ten o'clock, the monarch might feel the compulsion to get up. Mostly, however, some faithful manservant would patiently arouse the king at ten thirty. It suited Nik, but for the damn light in his eyes!

"Your Majesty?" Nik did not stir.
"Your Majesty? It is Domov. I have your breakfast, sire, and a report from foreign lands."
Nik's eyes opened. Breakfast and foreigners changed the situation. A husky, dressed in the uniform of a Royal servant stood upright beside the four-poster bed, holding a silver tray in his left paw, on which sat the king's morning meal. Sleep forgotten, the king sat up, though pressed down by the extravagantly woven quilts of the bed, enough to keep out the Arctic chill in what could occasionally be a draughty castle, should the wind be a prevailing North-Westerly. "Oh? What report is this, Domov?" His Majesty asked, eagerly accepting his tray. Domov cleared his throat.
"It comes from as of yet uncertain region to the South-West of your fair kingdom, indicating some form of envoi will be arriving soon in Slimtla for diplomatic reasons. The envoi, in fact, requested audience of you, sire.'

Nik's ears perked up at that. Audience with him! Now that sounded like enough excitement for one day already. "Mphh, mrph mmmphh?" Nik asked, his muzzle already obstructed by food. Domov paused, and said. "Yes, sire." The servant retreated from the bed, across the large bedroom, walls of stone covered by tapestry or rare wooden furniture from abroad, to pick out the more appropriate Royal robes the monarch would wear when in audience with the foreigner. The wardrobe was full of fur robes for different occasions. Some the king had never worn. Nik didn't really peruse through his wardrobe very often.

A few hours later, Nik walked out onto one of the Palace's balconies, clad in his darker-coloured 'private audience' attire, with the customary white, black and red chequered cloak, and a small circlet of gold upon his head, encrusted with precious crystals mined far in the north of his country. A 'general-purpose' crown, one might say, rather than the hefty crown worn at ceremonies. He looked down at the town of Shiya, the palace itself on the hilltop. It was an overcast day, warm by Arctic standards, and it was not snowing. Domov came beside him, and the king gushed out excitedly, "Oh, I do wonder when they're coming, Domov! And I wonder what they are! When are they to arrive, Domov?" Domov shook his head, "Sire, I do not know precisely when. However, the moment they do, word of it shall reach His Serene Majesty's ears."
"You can't just remain a root forever. Eventually you grow and change into other things, like stems and leaves and such. Are a tree's leaves an insult to its roots?" - Sade

"It is easy for a statesman, whether he be in the Cabinet or the Chamber, to blow a blast with the wind of popularity on the trumpet of war, warming himself the while at his own fireside; or to thunder orations from this tribune and then to leave it to the musketeer who is bleeding to death in the snow whether his system win fame and victory or no. There is nothing easier than that; but woe to the statesman who in these days does not look around him for a reason for war which will hold water when the war is over." - Otto von Bismarck

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Post by MichaelOlnet » Wed Dec 31, 2008 3:26 am

"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there y-"

Hiishana sighed. "You're supposed to be my guard, Tanti, not my compass."
The young dusky dolphin blushed a rare shade of red and chuckled. "I'm sorry, Hii, but I'm hyper! Our first real missions, and they're huge! I thought for sure they'd pick someone stronger for your personal guard."

Hiishana looked over at him, doubting that Tanti was the best companion for her. He was great fun to play with, sure, and he always knew the joke to make her relax, but this was serious. He wasn't even bothered by the fact they were traveling on dry land on foot away from home to establish a deeply necessary recognition from the government of the islands...which she was told was a king. Royalty meeting royalty was something she had merely heard about in fairy tales, cleanly forgetting the fact she was a princess herself. Nonetheless, she needed to steel herself to the job at hand.
In truth, Tanti probably knew that his job as her personal guard was a tactical post at that, and that the real guards were the four royally chosen Commerson dolphins whose muscular frames were decked in gold armor and their hands holding fearsome tridents. They were her real protection, and meager and very polite protection at that as to not seem threatening but trusting of the neighboring peoples. Tanti was only there to keep her going and to add additional danger to any move made against Hiishana. If Tanti were killed...well, his father wouldn't take it very well, and in some ways, his father was worse than hers.

The day was sunny, and the road seemed long. Tanti glanced over. The orca diplomat was trying her best to stand tall...which only succeeded in putting her head about as high as the belts of her four guards. Her flowing violet dress waved in the light wind that swept across the isle, and her head was adorned by a simple circlet which no one had bothered to tell her was slightly off-center. Things were going too well, and the shape in the distance they were told was the castle was still fuzzy with a gentle haze. He shook his head and sneaked behind Hiishana with a mischievous grin.
"...what do you get when you cross a sheep and a bee?"
Hiishana did her best to contain a smile and kept walking, her vision zooming in on the enlarging castle, the goal just ahead. She was ready, she knew it, and she'd-...
"A bah-humbug."

Hiishana burst into giggles, turning to whap Tanti playfully upside the head with her thick tail which sloped cutely out of a custom hole in her dress. "Ow!" he giggled back as Hiishana hiked up her skit and fled faster down the road, the abused dusky chasing gleefully behind. The four guards merely jogged along steadily to keep their square around the two, one of the guards taking liberty in a rare smirk, the sight too adorable for him to even resist for long. Well, she was ready, at least.

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Post by JamesG » Wed Dec 31, 2008 4:07 am

The audience chamber was a wide, circular stone room within the sprawling Palace. Though windowed, surrounded by courtyard, the room was in the heart of the stone fortress, to ensure no... interruption to the diplomatic process. The chamber was well-insulated, and had solemn tapestries lining the walls, mostly of Arctic landscapes. It would require a very experienced local to know exactly what frozen township was which. In the centre was a wooden table, overhead a decorative chandelier. The only entrances were corridors opposite each other. To reach this room, one almost needed to go through a tour of the palace.

The Riddare, or Royal Guards arrived first. Hulking great polar bears, in plated armour and dyed red fur cloaks to distinguish themselves from other polar bear regiments, the Guards, four in total, stood at their posts on either side of each corridor. Each carried a 16 foot long halberd, and a longsword by their side. His Serene Majesty was small by comparison, and he would not enter the room until news of the envoi arrived. The Riddare might wait a long time, but they would keep guarding the room until the diplomacy was finished.

Nik, meanwhile, had decided to extend as much hospitality to their guests as possible. The Palace was getting a Royal cleaning, dusting and shining, the banners were being hung out, Guards in sparkling dress armour at every post and trumpeters lined up along the path from the Palace walls, up the flagstone steps to the large main entrance, heavy, tall oak doors stretching up the face of the Palace. The drawbridge across the moat, which was in the process of thawing, rattled as a welcoming committee of three knights set out to scour the land for news, at the King's order. It was faster that way, than waiting for odd gossip.
"You can't just remain a root forever. Eventually you grow and change into other things, like stems and leaves and such. Are a tree's leaves an insult to its roots?" - Sade

"It is easy for a statesman, whether he be in the Cabinet or the Chamber, to blow a blast with the wind of popularity on the trumpet of war, warming himself the while at his own fireside; or to thunder orations from this tribune and then to leave it to the musketeer who is bleeding to death in the snow whether his system win fame and victory or no. There is nothing easier than that; but woe to the statesman who in these days does not look around him for a reason for war which will hold water when the war is over." - Otto von Bismarck

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Post by MichaelOlnet » Wed Dec 31, 2008 12:50 pm

The envoy kept a steady beat, the two younger members having settled down and exchanged vows, Tanti swearing not to joke around with their mission and Hiishana swearing not to be so deadpan and enjoy the experience. One guard broke rank to assure Tanti that the castle which now dominated the horizon was only about five to ten minutes away max. Hiishana wasn't worried about time, though, as she gazed at the structure in definite awe, her entire bottom jaw hanging in disbelief.

While nothing in the world could possibly match the beauty and hospitality of the royal caverns back home, the castle was something magnificent. Obviously it had not been there in ancient times, nor was such amounts of stone possibly nearby. The entire structure, towers, ramparts, and keep in all, must have taken years to build by painstakingly moving stone by stone. Hiishana wondered if this where the phrase "moving a mountain one stone at a time" came from. Its gray walls loomed dangerously, the girl feeling dwarfed by the building's sheer power. She swallowed some saliva before slowly treading along once more.

"What sort of frightful king lives there?" she wondered. "Oh, he's probably not even aware we exist. If he does, I bet he's just going to laugh. Oh tempest, what am I going to do?" Her hands went up to unconsciously flatten her dress, becoming self-conscious about her appearance. She neglected her tilted circlet, but she was too flustered to provide much attention. The guards pulled themselves up straighter, and even Tanti seemed a bit more...composed. The dusky, in his white shell armor, stood tall, holding his coral axe and shield as if to defend her from the most unfortunate of foes. A quick motion from Hiishana made him realize what training he had defaulted to and he put away his weapons. "Sorry, Hii. I'm just nervous..." he squeaked out, a small nervous titter outlining his words.

"Alright...unless they expect us to ring the doorbell, expect company soon." one of the guards announced, nodding his unusually patterned head. The Commerson's dolphin had the honor of being the royal guards primarily for their rare pattern of pure black and pure while which made them the most available to camouflage when needed as well as for their lack of a long extended nose. The only one in the party with such a nose, in fact, was Tanti, whose faded grays that drifted into a white wave down his body made him completely unadaptive to disguise. Of course, paladins didn't need much disguise. Their armor contained their dorsal fin, but their tails were completely void of armor. Hiishana worried about the dishonor one of the guards would face if they returned home with no tail.

Tanti looked worriedly at his youthful companion, noticing her concerned looks at his tail. "Hii...do I have to tell another joke?" he warned. Hiishana giggled and looked away from Tanti. "No...I'll be good." she replied.

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Post by JamesG » Wed Dec 31, 2008 6:35 pm

It was easier to ride in the thaw. The King did not have a cavalry regiment in his army, it was too cold to maintain horses effectively, but his love of things from afar had lead to the Palace having 'House Cavalry', horses that stayed on Palace grounds, mostly indoors due to the weather. But in clear weather, there was no faster transport in all the land. The knights having left the Palace walls, headed down the hill, towards Shiya. It was very difficult to approach the palace without going through the town. The town itself was not walled, stone having been conserved mostly for the building of the Palace. The usual frosty elements of the North usually provided enough natural defence. The town, unlike the King, had woken up a long time ago, and the horses had to slow to a walk to avoid the citizenry, whom looked curiously at the foreign animals. Most Shiyans knew of Nikolaus' foreign pets, but nobody could resist looking at the odd beasts.

The Knights themselves, a husky, Arctic rabbit and Arctic fox, were jovial in nature, for nobody local to the Arctic region could be unhappy about a relatively clear day. They wore their plate armour, over which were there fur cloaks. It was by no Southern comparison warm, the air cold and fresh from more Northern airs, so the cloaks stayed on.

Nik, meanwhile, was fretfully performing some sort of hurried inspection of his home. At the moment he was eyeing the inner walls with a critical eye. "Domov, this wall is dirty." he proclaimed. Domov politely bowed his head and said. "Sire, it is simply a darker shade of colour." Nik, foiled in his attempt at impressing a potential guest further, looked at the trumpeters lining the path. "Make them stand back a bit, Domov, we don't want to deafen our guests. And we need drummers! Drums go with trumpets, do they not?" Domov bowed his head again, and went to carry out the orders. Nik wandered off to check over the windows, making sure each had it's shutter thrown open, illuminating the halls.

The knights, having cleared the town were able to proceed at a cantering pace, along the road that led a few miles to the West coast, which was visible from their higher vantage point, travelling downhill. The West coast shoreline would be the most likely place the envois would arrive. The knights themselves didn't know what to expect. When they had first seen felines from Yamaha, it had been a complete surprise, as if the cats were from another world. Who knew what this visit would bring?
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"You can't just remain a root forever. Eventually you grow and change into other things, like stems and leaves and such. Are a tree's leaves an insult to its roots?" - Sade

"It is easy for a statesman, whether he be in the Cabinet or the Chamber, to blow a blast with the wind of popularity on the trumpet of war, warming himself the while at his own fireside; or to thunder orations from this tribune and then to leave it to the musketeer who is bleeding to death in the snow whether his system win fame and victory or no. There is nothing easier than that; but woe to the statesman who in these days does not look around him for a reason for war which will hold water when the war is over." - Otto von Bismarck

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Post by Justin » Wed Dec 31, 2008 7:29 pm

Along the main street in the village, the road that led to the castle and was lined with the larger buildings in the village, a cloaked and wrapped figure stumbled through the cold. His limbs were mostly numb after being outside for the most of the night. It was a miracle, really, that he could survive in this climate without any money. Maybe it was because he had magic inside him, maybe it was the favour of the gods, maybe it was just natural. He didn't know and didn't really care. He just knew he survived.

He hugged his scrawny self to maintain what little warmth he could as he glanced around as he stopped at an intersection. He pulled the rags from his white-furred musteline face and breathed out, looking around.

People were already busied with their work of the days, moving quickly through the streets to where they needed to be. He approached a few, begining to ask themfor money, but they walked past him, seeming hostile this morning. People always seemed hostile to him.

He sighed after a few moments of this. he knew he wasn't going to get much of anywhere asking for money. Maybe he could find some building to enter in any case - a blacksmith, perhaps. The building wouldn't be an inn, innkeepers were not very charitable at all.

Life was hell here, since the shipwreck.
A cold, icy, frozen hell.
Which Loge thought was probably worse than if it were fiery and hot.

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Post by MichaelOlnet » Fri Jan 02, 2009 7:53 pm

The gradual slopes of the land led the six delphinidae into a small town, inevitably curing the guards of their occasional break from discipline, Hiishana of her nervousness, and Tanti of his talkativeness. The strange visitors inevitably were greeted by various merchants giving them strange and fascinated looks, little wolves running out of their path to peek in awe at them, and gossiping female wolves which took the opportunity to devise new lies and falsified "I heard that..."s about the envoy. The guards took the moment to look very regal and imposing, chasing any potential troublemakers out of the way with only a glance. Tanti stood as tall as he could, although his fingers fidgeting about themselves showed his true feelings, his mouth closed so tight it nearly turned white around the edges where it should have been gray. Hiishana, however, kept walking forwards, a polite smile on her lips and nodding her head in greeting to those very few who waved. She wasn't used to the general populace not bowing and curtsying at her general presence, but she understood her identity was both unknown and that, due to the nature of the people she intended to meet on her travels, she was no longer of higher status than those she would talk to.

Looking over the canines that populated the town, a few paupers and poorer individuals met eyes with the orca princess, her own blue sparkling eyes reflecting their images into her mind. Such lower-classes didn't exist in her kingdom, devoid of currency and unemployment. Rumors of distinct classes had reached her ears, and her teachers had made it clear that other races were overpopulated or too dependent on another system to afford a society like that in the Still Waters. A few rumors had circulated that it was due to corruption and greed, but her teachers had convinced her that such foolish tenancies were not so prevalent as to prevent harmony on land. She could only nod her head to those she saw, devoid of anything she could part with. Her guards only carried what the group needed, currency to restock, and tokens to offer more ambivalent or ruthless kingdoms. She wished she could do more, but she knew her place remarkably well for her age. She needed to.

Inside, her heart was beating faster than the swordfish swam. Her first diplomatic mission was before her, and the looming structure of the castle made her swallow nervously. It was a jagged and intimidating structure to her, and she nervously pushed her dress up, making sure her false dorsal fin stayed in place. It was uncomfortable, but Hiishana's own fin had not grown to its proper size. It was a measure of beauty in their culture, more than breast size or the width of their tail. Her dress felt so tight around her, although she knew it was only her nerves. She kept her composure, but she couldn't help but worry. "I really hope I don't screw this up...daddy would be so gargled..."

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Post by JamesG » Fri Jan 02, 2009 8:31 pm

"Out the way."
"Out the way!"
"MOVE!"

The first sight of the Royal Guards anyone saw were the 16 foot halberds towering over the crowd. Then one would see the polar bear, armoured, towering over the ordinary folk, growling his best to clear the way. The Guards were in the business of clearing the town. The knights had reported sighting 'newcomers', and it was time to clear the street. The red-cloaked soldiers were on the opposite side of the town to the envoi, and began moving through the main avenue, a wide road cluttered by merchants and passers-by. Stall by stall recieved the stern tap of a halberd, and a Guard's rough voice, telling a merchant to clear off.

Fortunately, the populace of Shiya were used to this drill, and the street began to empty. The surrounding alleys and roads were also now patrolled. It would be a political disaster and embarrassment if an assassination was made on a foreign envoi in the streets of Shiya, under the noses of the Guards. So the lumbering elite made it's way across Shiya, covered by crossbowmen, not bears, but regular soldiers, dressed warm, each carrying a long crossbow. The weapon had been designed away from the bow, as the action of drawing a bow exposed one mightily to the Arctic climate, whereas a crossbow was easier to fire and load if one's paws happened to be half-frozen.

The lead polar bear suddenly stopped, his furs obediantly halting behind him. Six... persons were coming down the high street. They were like fish... but not fish, and not very small either. The bears blinked. If ever there was an obvious indication of a foreigner, the fact that they looked like they belonged in the sea was the prime example. The Captain of the Guards bowed his head, and stepped forward. "You are expected, O guests from afar. If you will permit our escort to take you to the Palace?"
"You can't just remain a root forever. Eventually you grow and change into other things, like stems and leaves and such. Are a tree's leaves an insult to its roots?" - Sade

"It is easy for a statesman, whether he be in the Cabinet or the Chamber, to blow a blast with the wind of popularity on the trumpet of war, warming himself the while at his own fireside; or to thunder orations from this tribune and then to leave it to the musketeer who is bleeding to death in the snow whether his system win fame and victory or no. There is nothing easier than that; but woe to the statesman who in these days does not look around him for a reason for war which will hold water when the war is over." - Otto von Bismarck

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Post by Justin » Sat Jan 03, 2009 12:00 am

A pitiful figure remained on the street a little longer than others, red (or possibly pink, but they were frightening and thus likely seen as red) eyes glaring up at the guards and procession that was approaching. He seemed resolute to stay, unafraid of these beasts.

He seemed like he wanted to die, and that perhaps wasn't too far in the future for him, but...

His eyes went wide as he saw through the group of guards apparently escorting some dignitaries for hwome the street was being cleared.

Fish. They were fish people.

Loge's breath caught in his throat as he stared at them for a moment before dashing away as fast as he could down another street, flashing his reddish eyes backwards as if they might be chasing him. He quickly turned down a nearby alley, images flashing through his mind. Of fish, the wreck, the waves, the jumble - all jumbled, all fish and wrecks and waves.

They were here to finish the job, likely enough. Those murderous icthyoids had tried once to kill him. But he had survived. And now he was here, weeks later. And now here they were.

Loge shuddered and slid down to the ground in the alley, conscious and rational mind gradually allaying his fears, coming back into full control. He was not going to freak out again. He was not going to run again. He was done with running. This was the last time. They were no threat, fish though they may be. This was land, not water.

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