Prince Vasaris IX: *A human mass of about ten makes its way up the street, holding up a mattress, not daring to drop it, upon which the Dark Prince sits half-locus. As he approaches the Inn, a dark wind stirs...* "Ah... Dralak, we arrive..."
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::It was a relatively easy day, and after a night of absolutely nothing going on in the Outback, Cor had eventually found his way to the Inn and a comfy barstool near the end of the bar. A glass of tea was craddled in one hand and he stared silently at the backwall, every so often sipping from the drink.::
Tara Rynieyn: ::Enter...the Cockroach Killa...wearing a black catsuit complete with a spiked tail. Her hair is done up in one very long braid and she's carrying a box of toothpicks::
Tara Rynieyn: Eventide meals-on-heels! ::tossing up an unsunned hand as she walks to her throne::
Dralak the Ever-Terror: Dralak is bent underneath the matress as he struggles to hold it up, but he gives no sign of discomfort or unwellness. "It is true, Highness! We have reached your quarry!"
Tara Rynieyn: Corlanthis! Look what I brought you! ::holds up the toothpicks::
Prince Vasaris IX: "Stop!" *he calls out sharply.*
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::A turn, a grin, and a wave met the arrival of Tara as he did as he was bid and turned to inspect the toothpicks. A much impressed "o" of awe. But nothing voiced. He still seemed to be troubled by his peculiar problem.::
Dralak the Ever-Terror: The procession stops. Dralak cracks a whip to make it so. "We have arrived!"
Prince Vasaris IX: "Lower me!"
Tara Rynieyn: ::She notices he is still mute, frowns, and then goes to fetch Hunter's chalkboard like she did the other day. When she's got it she hands it to him and just shakes her head:: Cor, you simply *must* get yer voice back if we are to marry!
Tara Rynieyn: How are you to say I do then? ::pout, finger to lips::
Dralak the Ever-Terror: The whip is cracked again, and the bearers carefully lower the matress until just above the dusty ground.
Tara Rynieyn: ::waves to Eve:: Hi Sleeve!
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::waves at Eve and grins, then winks at Tara and takes the chalkboard, writing out, " But, will not all the Gods of the multiverse hear the song in my heart, even if my lips are unable to speak the words?" He was in a peculiar frame of mind, tonight.::
Prince Vasaris IX: *Vasaris steps off of it, and then tosses onto the hotel mattress a sack of coins, which contain a pretty obscene amount of money. The mattress-bearers consist of a hotel manager, two receptionists, and the rest are bellhops.*
Dralak the Ever-Terror: "Back to the hotel, filth! Await my psychic summons!"
Tara Rynieyn: ::Aww - she just melts - well not really, but she's blushing and that's pretty difficult to achieve::
Prince Vasaris IX: "Yes, yes, they will make suitable slaves..." *he muses quietly, rubbing his immaculate goatee as they move off.*
Dralak the Ever-Terror: He cracks the whip again to drive them off, and follows his master into the inn.
Tara Rynieyn: Of course I do, Sleeve. I am Tara, afterall. ::flops into her throne and meows cuz she's in a catsuit::
Tara Rynieyn: Corlanthis, please try an' rectify this situation soonest. ::pouts again::
Prince Vasaris IX: *He pushes open the front door with both hands, arms spread dramatically, and his eyes widen as they alight upon that red-haired creature most fair at a counter undeserving to be approached by such beauty...* "My Dark Queen!"
Tara Rynieyn: No, Genie, No, No, No and O-Positively not! ::answering her::
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::Beams at Tara and then ponders ordering her a saucer of milk. Decides against that since it'd be hard to order it for a variety of reasons - not the least of which being there seemed to be no tender. He blinked away towards Eve, though, shaking his head at her suggestion, then quickly wrote out, "A Genie Magicked me."::
Tara Rynieyn: ::She is just about to say something loving to Cor and snide to Sleeve (which the other woman would appreciate no doubt) when she hears the Voice of Vasaris! Her red head instantly whips in his direction and her jaw hits the floor::
Prince Vasaris IX: *Tonight he is wearing a white suit jacket and pants that flare out enough to suggest bellbottoms, white shoes, a purple satin shirt unbuttoned to his sternum, and his long purple cape.*
Tara Rynieyn: Hi Princey! ::tries to pass this off like it's no big deal some guy's calling her his Dark Queen. She waves and she's all fang here with the grin::
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::A momentary surprised expression as his mouth opened in mid-soundless reply to Eve, then pivoted doorwards. Much blinking.::
Dralak the Ever-Terror: He follows behind in his black armor, the shock of unruly hair that bursts from his scalp in sharp contrast to the smooth carapace.
Tara Rynieyn: ::Looks from Vasaris to Cor and blinks too:: (s) Guess he did nuh get muh note.
Tara Rynieyn: (s) Hooboy ::Finger to lips::
Prince Vasaris IX: *It's a leisure suit, really. He marches across the room, cape swirling about behind him, and holds out his hand for Tara's.* "Tara... I cannot believe how pearly and... perfectly sharp... I somehow failed to notice your teeth are.."
Prince Vasaris IX: *He's wearing white gloves. They look expensive.*
Tara Rynieyn: ::She takes it hand and smiles - just eating up the attention. Now her cheeks are getting redder and redder:: Aye, well, most people notice muh eyes 'fore they do muh fangs.
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::Much curiousity in the direction of the door, though the second man's hair caused his eyes to widen in near awe. But then he caught something about a note and blinked at Tara before letting his gaze rest on Vasaris as he waited for Tara's hand. Was..that a frown forming?::
Prince Vasaris IX: "Such captivating eyes..!" *He bows his head to kiss her hand, rises, and turns his head a fraction.* "Dralak!"
Tara Rynieyn: ::She slides her eyes Corwards and winces :: (w) Oh dear
Dralak the Ever-Terror: "The lady is indeed fair, Highness. A true jewel." He nods along piously. "I live to serve!"
Prince Vasaris IX: "She deserves a verse about her eyes!"
Tara Rynieyn: ::smiles sheepishly at Dralak now:: Thanks!
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::One questioning brow rose upwards and he glanced over to Tara, watching the two and not able to disagree with them, really. But a bit dispproving all the same. He assumed it was something political.::
Dralak the Ever-Terror: "By your command, Highness." He then goes cross-eyed with concentration for a moment.
Tara Rynieyn: ::Starts points at Cor, and trying to explain to him what's going on and to Vasaris that the man she's pointing to is the man he wants to duel but only manages to say something like:: Hell's bells..
Tara Rynieyn: It's really nuh necessary....a poem about muh eyes....::wincing::
Dralak the Ever-Terror: He cheats his brains out, relying on the hope that the Prince has never read Shakespeare.
Tara Rynieyn: You dun need to go to nuh trouble for me....
Prince Vasaris IX: "Oh, but it is!"
Dralak the Ever-Terror: My lady's eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her spe
Tara Rynieyn: ::blink::
Prince Vasaris IX: *Apparently he doesn't know Shakespeare; he smirks confidently.*
Dralak the Ever-Terror: I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound. I grant I never saw a goddess go: My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::Much blinking, and then Cor frowned thoughtfully, lips could be seen moving silently as he followed along with it in his head, a shake every so often as a line finished. He took up the chalkboard and wrote. "Who are these people, Tara?" directing it her way.::
Prince Vasaris IX: *He looks at the man with the chalkboard, then at Tara.* "How dare the mute manservant address you without first being addressed!"
Dralak the Ever-Terror: As he recites, he holds one hand to the sky and one to his breast, striking a pose of epic grandeur. Then, when he finishes, he hangs his head. "I shall set my armor to roast me, Highness, for in my carelessness I mistakenly gave a poem that I had not written but copied from another."
Tara Rynieyn: ::Is now multitasking - smiling and giving little golfclaps to Dralak because she does think the poem is now, it is afterall about HER here, and she does not want to offend the Flaming Honeydew of Zod here but she also has some 'splainin to do. She looks to Cor, reads the board and groans:: (s) I was jus' gonna say somefin 'bout that, honey
Tara Rynieyn: ::Poem is nice, yes I can type sorry::
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::Cor's head slowly turned towards Vasaris, giving him what could only be described as a "look". You could practically hear the "Uh Huh." as Cor's lips moved. Practically. But not quite.::
Tara Rynieyn: ::blink:: Well, you see my prince, that manservant over there is Corlanthis Wystan-gonnabeatthehellouttayouTaraforthis, my future husband!
Prince Vasaris IX: "A... a copy...?!" *He rounds on Dralak, looking equal parts flustered and angry.*
Tara Rynieyn: ::gestures toward Cor and sinks down in her throne - she's dying::
Dralak the Ever-Terror: He reaches to a dial on his chest and turns it all the way in one direction. A real liability, that dial. "I shall set it to Autoclave, Highness."
Tara Rynieyn: I...I...dun care if it's a copy.
Tara Rynieyn: It was perty ::giggle::
Prince Vasaris IX: *Fortunately, Dralak is spared. He pauses... and turns, chin lifted as he regards Corlanthis smugly.* "Ah... Monsieur Long-Name, I presume... A pleasure, I assure you.."
Prince Vasaris IX: *The door is shut, as are the windows, but somehow a breeze blows through and makes his cape stir dramatically.*
Tara Rynieyn: ::whispers to Vasaris:: He really is nuh a manservant so maybe you shouldn't mention that
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::Shoots Eve a thumbs up back, and amusement all a glitter in his eyes he turned back to the Prince. Nodding in the affirmative that was *indeed* someone's pleasure to be meeting Cor. And then he turned back to Tara, winking. Scribbling quickly. "Mistress, it is uneccessary to protect this one. This one has erred in addressing you so informally, and humbly begs your forgiveness."::
Dralak the Ever-Terror: Pure psionics, that. Dralak did once carry around a fan for such special effects, but once it got caught in the cape and that was a disaster. He continues to cook inside his armor, his self-flagellation served by atomic heating coils.
Tara Rynieyn: ::kablinks::
Tara Rynieyn: I'm nuh yer Mistress! ::huffs, hands on hips even though she's seated in her throne:: I'm yer fiance!
Tara Rynieyn: ::takes a moment to glance askance at Partly Roasted Dralak and blanches in horror::
Prince Vasaris IX: *He looks at the note, then at Tara.* "A manservant has sought your heart? Hmph!" *He rounds on Corlanthis again, blissfully unaware of Dralak's suffering. Or maybe he just doesn't care.* "Do you know who I am... who it is you have so... FOOLISHLY challenged?"
Prince Vasaris IX: "Dralak!" *he calls aside to his servant.*
Prince Vasaris IX: *He's also apparently forgotten it is he who seeks to challenge Mister Last-Name, not the other way around.*
Tara Rynieyn: Well...I....::gesturing, her lips moving like that of a fish but she's not making much sense. She gives up and smiles at Vasaris::
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::Follows her gaze and recoils slightly from the sight. But there was a small amount of resepct towards one so willing to stick to his word. And then a slow turn back to Vasaris. A small smile played and he wrote "Nope." and showed it to him, solemn nod following.::
Dralak the Ever-Terror: Dralak sweats profusely as he speaks. "You are unworthy of the honor of addressing His Highness Prince Vasaris IX, Next King of the Black Star Empire, son and heir to Great King X, Grand Admiral of the Royal Fleet and Conquering Dragon of Adama and Logonia! Highness, shall I strike him about the face or throw him to the floor?"
Tara Rynieyn: ::Leans to see what Cor is writing but her vision is obscured by Dralak::
Tara Rynieyn: Nuh nuh strikin! ::protesting vehemently from her throne::
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::Then looks back towards Dralak and writes out "I haven't actually addressed anyone. These words are here for anyone to see and assume they apply to them." More nodding.::
Prince Vasaris IX: "Prepare the Dark Glove of the Inexorable!" *he says to Dralak imperiously.*
Tara Rynieyn: ::Vasaris's words now scare her - her eyes bulge out of their sockets:: What the hell is that! It sounds so finite or somefin!
Dralak the Ever-Terror: He produces from his armor - God knows how - a black silk glove, which he then uses to slap at Cor's face. "You have been challenged, peasant!"
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::A curious tilting of his head and he peered back to Tara, offering her an unknowing shrug.::
Tara Rynieyn: Cor really is allergic to gloves, my Prince ::Trying to help out here, imagining what this glove could be::
Dralak the Ever-Terror: Because it's been inside his autoclave-like armor, it's also hot enough to cook on, but that's not the point.
Prince Vasaris IX: "I, Prince Vasaris IX, the - you there! Quiet!" *he calls to Neo.* "Now where was I..."
Tara Rynieyn: ::winces as Cor is slapped:: Oh dear, the rash that will follow ::fans her face with a napkin since that is the only thing available, looking from Cor, to Dralak, to Vasaris, to her nails and then back again::
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::Oh. Alright. Blinking as he was assaulted by black silk. You could see his mouth working as he tried to speak and again found himself voiceless. A frustrated non-sigh, but he was writing quickly to Vasaris. "You were about to tell me you renounce all claim to Tara." ::
Tara Rynieyn: ::Lifting her fanny out of the seat to see Cor's board but then hears Neo and smiles:: Oh, he does love me. Hee!
Dralak the Ever-Terror: Furious to the point of orgasm, he shouts at Neo. "Silence, you elevated wretch! The ways of the Prince are beyond your feeble ken!"
Prince Vasaris IX: *He props his foot up on the rung of a barstool so he can look taller.* "Renounce all claim? Don't make me laugh!" *And then he laughs, arrogantly and pompously.* "A-hahahaha-ha! Me? Renounce my claim? Don't you know who I am?" *He clears his throat, puffs out his chest, and begins,*
Tara Rynieyn: Keep readin that ::to Neo, fanning herself again:: I can't read the board from here.
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::His cheek was burning slightly but he tried to ignore that and gave Vasaris a patient if long-suffering stare. More writing. "No. You still haven't mentioned it."::
Dralak the Ever-Terror: "Shall I introduce you again, Highness?"
Tara Rynieyn: ::twirls her finger around her braid, her violet eyes glowing softly waiting for Vasaris to begin::
Prince Vasaris IX: "I am Prince Vasaris IX of the Kingdom of the Dark Star, Heir Apparent to Great King X, Leader of a Thousand Victories, Bearer of the Flaming Hammer, Conquering Dragon of the Magugu and the Yzith, Murderer of the Three Moons, the Inexorable, the Destroyer! And I challenge you for the hand of the Dark Queen Tara Rynieyn in marriage!"
Tara Rynieyn: Dun forget Magugu and Lasar....::blink, tap lip:: at least I think that's what he said last night.
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::Cor glanced up and shakes his head at Neo, while pointing at Dralak. Then a hand cutting through the air before pointing at Vasaris. And then Cor nodded and grinned. A foxy kind of grin. He wrote, slowly. "No. Your challenge is invalid. I respectfully decline your offer."::
Tara Rynieyn: ::giggling and nods to Neo:: Yes an' he loves me too!
Tara Rynieyn: ::titters::
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::thumbs up for Neo::
Tara Rynieyn: If a man wants to fight over me who am I to challenge him?
Tara Rynieyn: Besides.....
Tara Rynieyn: I am most beautiful, a rare prize.
Tara Rynieyn: ::grins and looks to Dralak:: Are you getting all this?
Prince Vasaris IX: "You dare reject a challenge from the Dark Prince Vasaris!" *he thunders.* "You - you puny... you tiny... you speck of a man, will not defend what you say is your love of Tara Rynieyn, the Dark Queen, to the death?! You, Lord Long-Name, are a coward!"
Dralak the Ever-Terror: "In that case, his claim to her hand is forfeit! I am prepared to perform the ceremony at your behest, Highness."
Prince Vasaris IX: *Apparently he's forgotten he's a manservant now.*
Tara Rynieyn: ::blink:: Right now! Corlanthis! ::pouts:: Say you will fight for me!
Prince Vasaris IX: "Yes, by our custom, his claim is forfeit, as I was about to say!" *punctuated by a chiding look to Dralak.*
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::Turns and gives Tara a warm smile, blowing her a kiss. Then back to Vasaris and he was adopting a serious expression before shaking his head. Then more slow writing. "Why do I need to fight you? She's already marrying me. I've already <I>won</I>. Simpleton."::
Tara Rynieyn: What'd he write! ::trying to see::
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::Shows it to Tara::
Tara Rynieyn: ::catches the kiss and blows one back, trilling now - she's eating all this attention up::
Prince Vasaris IX: *He turns to the room, raising a fist.* "He refuses to defend your honor, Fairest of the Fair!"
Dralak the Ever-Terror: "The cowardice of it! Surely this alone proves that His Highness is a better man, as though proof were necessary!"
Tara Rynieyn: ::blushes at Vasaris's compliment:: Aye, thank you, I really am fair.
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::arching of brows at Dralak, then Vasaris both. Tapping of the stylus against his chin. Then writing. "So you're saying your claim impugns her honor?"::
Prince Vasaris IX: "Your failure impugns her honor - your dishonor!" *he points,* "impugns her honor!"
Dralak the Ever-Terror: "It is a perfectly logical and consistent system, and your failure to understand it belies your other intellectual and moral failures!" By now, his face has turned red.
Prince Vasaris IX: "I spit upon your claim to her, Lord Long-Name, and will deliver to the one you call your fiance the love letters and flowers she spoke of in spite of what you may say!"
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::Nods approvingly and goes back to writing. "Good. We can use more tinder and fuel for the fireplace."::
Prince Vasaris IX: "My Dark Queen, here - " *He pauses.* "Dralak..." *Looking him up and down.*
Prince Vasaris IX: "...Why are you blushing?"
Dralak the Ever-Terror: "Highness, I am performing self-mortification as penance for copying my poem off the work of another."
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::More writing. "He told me he's jealous. He thinks you're cute and doesn't want to see you with Tara."::
Tara Rynieyn: ::lifts a hand up:: Might I say something?
Prince Vasaris IX: "Oh. Well..." *He's at a loss, for once.* "Your atonement is complete, you may turn it off," *he says quickly and dismissively.*
Prince Vasaris IX: *And with a flourish, he is offering a love letter and an obscenely large bouquet of an obscene variety of flowers to Tara.*
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::glances at Tara and listens attentively.::
Prince Vasaris IX: "You may speak when you wish, of course, My Dark Queen."
Tara Rynieyn: ::blinks::
Dralak the Ever-Terror: He turns the dial again. The wisdom of putting a knob on the front of his armor that can roast him in it is questionable, but the man of action has no time for idle questions!
Tara Rynieyn: Oh....wow....::overwhelmed by the obscene love letter and flowers::
Tara Rynieyn: Thank you, my Prince...
Tara Rynieyn: ::sneeze:: Thank you!
Prince Vasaris IX: *He bows.*
Tara Rynieyn: Instead of a fight to the death why not have some games?
Tara Rynieyn: It'll be my choice....
Prince Vasaris IX: "Games... games of <I>war</I>?"
Tara Rynieyn: Whoever wins the games gets my hand!
Tara Rynieyn: Well, no, not war, per se, but friendly war games
Tara Rynieyn: ::waves to Dora::
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::He nodded at Neo and dusted a hand off on a pant leg, before holding it out to him. Then glanced sideways at Tara. One finger held up to her to wait for a moment::
Prince Vasaris IX: "Ah... friendly.." *He looks upon Cor snidely.* "In the spirit of friendship... I see... hmm..." *He appears to ponder this, rubbing his goatee.*
Dralak the Ever-Terror: At the mention of games, he stiffens up slightly and looks to the side, then breaks into a a pose of full-on psychic reconaissance.
Tara Rynieyn: ::nods to Cor:: My fiance would like to say something...
Prince Vasaris IX: "Then let him... speak," *he says, with a dark chuckle.*
Tara Rynieyn: Well, he needs to write it out, my prince ::explaining gently so as not to offend his sensibilities which were quite fragile::
Tara Rynieyn: Sometimes he suffers from writer's block. ::nod, nod::
Tara Rynieyn: Let's not rush him. ::smiles and looks to the love letter:: Why don't you read me this?
Prince Vasaris IX: "I'm sure that's, ah... something of a.. problem for him..." *He smiles, watching him write.*
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::A nod at Neo, and he shook the man's hand, then he was glancing back to Tara, Vasaris ignored for the moment. He wrote. "You're certain this is what you want, my love? You wish me to challenge this stupid man?" A rather unreadable glance was being directed towards the Redhead.::
Tara Rynieyn: ;:waves to Trixie::
Prince Vasaris IX: "Right here? In public?"
Dralak the Ever-Terror: "Refer to his Highness with respect or I shall smash out your teeth, you thick-headed bovine!" At a moment's notice, he slips into furious anger!
Tara Rynieyn: Aye ::She says with a warm smile for Cor after reading this latest. She would have to talk to him privately later. She suspected the Prince would tire of her soon enough and all Cor would have to do is wait it out and since she was going to run the games, they would be impossible to win from either side. Or they would tie::
Tara Rynieyn: ::She'd see to that, oh yes, diabolical in her own way.:: If you love me Corlanthis you will fight for my impugned honor! ::she declares forcefully and then winks at him::
Tara Rynieyn: Eventide, Lady Eless ::smiles::
Tara Rynieyn: ::Sees Dralak getting all worked up again and blinks::
Prince Vasaris IX: "Dralak, drink that man's bone marrow!" *he says, nodding towards Neo.* "...No, wait, I changed my mind. I desire the finest brandy."
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::He nodded slowly at Tara, offering her a wink and a grin, and then he put his gameface on. Serious now. He turned his head towards Vasaris and nodded, writing. "Fine. Your Challenge is accepted. Tell your eunuch that if he speaks out of turn again I'll nail him to the wall." And nothing in his glance suggested this was a bluff.::
Tara Rynieyn: Princey? ::Sotto voce and she's flexing her thigh now to get his attention - even though it's covered in catsuit she knows a man's desires well::
Dralak the Ever-Terror: He bares his sharpened teeth and snarls with rage at Neo before recieving the order. "At once, Highness. I shall fetch it now." He goes to the bar to procure it.
Prince Vasaris IX: "Dralak, this man Long-Name says he will nail you to a wall and devour your innards while you let out pitiful, womanish screams, and dress you in a tutu for your funeral."
Tara Rynieyn: ::She would of course wait for Vasaris and Dralak to read Cor's latest and reply in typical megalomaniac style which she just loved - These two were priceless::
Tara Rynieyn: ::Had waved to Dora before, does so again - and issues one to any one else she missed like her Auntie::
Prince Vasaris IX: *Apparently Vasaris, on rare occasion, is prone to limited degrees of cunning and deceit.*
Prince Vasaris IX: "Yes, my Dark Queen?" *He turns, at last, to Tara.*
Dralak the Ever-Terror: "The filth! I shall slash his manhood in twain down the middle and feed it to the Star-Dogs before his eyes!"
Tara Rynieyn: Prince Vasaris here is going to fight with Corlanthis for my hand in marriage, Auntie ::She says to Chry all pleased;:
Tara Rynieyn: I asked if you could please read the love letter you wrote me, my Prince ::eyelashes aflutter::
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::waves at Chryrie and nods amiably with Tara. And then just because he caught Trixie out of the corner of his eye, he showed her the small chalkboard::
Tara Rynieyn: ::Scowls seeing Riley - she'd deal with her later::
Prince Vasaris IX: *He takes the love letter, and begins to read.*
Dralak the Ever-Terror: He pours the brandy into the snifter and offers it up with both hands, head lowered. "Your brandy, Highness."
Tara Rynieyn: Aye, Auntie.....Prince Vasaris wishes for me to be my Queen an' Cor, naturally, is not going to let me go without a huge fight the likes of which Rhy'Din has never even seen 'less of course you count the time Lars Helston an' I went to war an' nearly destroyed it.
Prince Vasaris IX: *He pauses to climb up onto the bar, and then read, ignoring Dralak with the brandy in both hands, though certainly expecting him to remain like that until he is finished.*
Tara Rynieyn: ::listens to Vasaris, flirting with him with her eyes and every so oft sending Cor winks and coos::
Dralak the Ever-Terror: He does indeed remain in that position, his eyes closed.
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::sighs, soundlessly and writes, and the writing has the look of something he's rather tired of writing. "A Genie sorceled me into silence."::
Tara Rynieyn: ::Outrageously flirts now, puffing out her chest, tossing her braided hair, sighing::
Prince Vasaris IX: "My Dark Queen of the Fiery Hair of the Supernovae of Olsaggaherithironzellen, with the Anger and Passion of a Thousand Diuzzepian War Hornets," *and he sucks in a breath,* "O, the ways I love thee! O, how I toil in anguish for your heart, how I grow in contempt for the man Long-Name who would claim it!" *He's nowhere near finished.*
Tara Rynieyn: ::blink::
Tara Rynieyn: ::Those little lips form a perfect "O"::
Tara Rynieyn: (s) What in the hell is a Diuzzepian war hornet?
Tara Rynieyn: ::aside to Neo:: (s) You have to admit he's very good at pouring on the charm Please whisper to Cor I love him an' thank you for yer help here.
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::Raises a hand at the mention of the man with the long name. Writes down "That's me!" proud that he recieved a mention and shows the chalkboard around.::
Tara Rynieyn: (s) It, uhh, will not be forgotten ::wink::
Prince Vasaris IX: "You occupy my every thought, thoughts that demand I tend to the Great Fleets of the Dark Corridor of the EverAether, but my thoughts go to you and you alone! Will you grace me with your eyes of the finest jewels in the galaxy, finer than the Great Green Rock of the Royal Mine of Tszhertatajjel? Will you flutter your lashes of perfect shape and silky touch my way one time more? O, these and more I long for!"
Tara Rynieyn: ::Nod:: (s) An' please tell my Aunt Chry that I do want Princey alive an' I have to listen so as not to offend him
Tara Rynieyn: ::golfclapping again::
Prince Vasaris IX: "Until I have won, until we are wed, I will anguish for you, and I remain,Forever yours,In love,"
Tara Rynieyn: ::presses her hands to her mouth as Amthy would when being complimented::
Tara Rynieyn: ::Flutters her lashes when he asks::
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::Claps politely for Vasaris and writes out a "7.3" on the chalkboard and holds it up in the air::
Tara Rynieyn: ::But does not know anything about that mine::
Prince Vasaris IX: "Prince Vasaris IX,Heir Apparent to Great King X,Grand Admiral of the Royal Navy,Grand General of the Royal Army,Grand Royal Inspector of the Royal Customs and Border Defence."
Dralak the Ever-Terror: "Long live His Highness! Long live His Majesty Great King X!" He shouts out of habit.
Tara Rynieyn: ::Now the hellcat stands in all her 4'8 glory and she curtsies despite the difficulty wearing that catsuit. She speaks to him as princes do:: You have overwhelmed us with yer entreaties, good Prince.
Tara Rynieyn: We shall consider yer words in the deep watches of the night, all alone in our bower, and endeavor to respond to your letter........in....::thinks::
Prince Vasaris IX: *He offers the letter back to her, head bowed.*
Tara Rynieyn: In Kind!
Tara Rynieyn: ::a flourishy type hand gesture and she takes the love letter::
Tara Rynieyn: ::claps now louder so as to boost his ego even more and where was Dralak with his side comments!::
Tara Rynieyn: Bravo! Bravisimo!
Dralak the Ever-Terror: "Beautiful, Highness. A true work of art. My black heart was moved to new heights of sentiment." He remains in position with the brandy.
Tara Rynieyn: ::Presses the back of her hand then to her forehead and falls back in her throne, seemingly affected by his words:: Ohhh...
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::blinks at Tara and goes back to writing. "But you won't be alone in your bower." and then he waggled his eyebrows at her just for good measure. And then he was scratching his chin thoughtfully. Then more writing. "Is this, then what form our challenge shall take, my bethrothed? Is it now my turn to woo you with words profound, daring to plumb the depths of my affection?" More of that whimsy from earlier.::
Prince Vasaris IX: *He takes a bow, and takes his drink from Dralak's hands.* "Yes, it nearly moved me to tears were I not too much a warrior to be capable of them."
Dralak the Ever-Terror: "Wehre that
Tara Rynieyn: ::snaps to Neo to read what Cor just wrote::
Dralak the Ever-Terror: "Where that I were so fortunate . . ." he says as he begins to quietly sob, stirred by tremendous emotions.
Tara Rynieyn: Aye, I know Dora, but I'm so fantabulous that men flock to me like lemmings do to the sea.
Tara Rynieyn: ::grins devilishly::
Tara Rynieyn: ::turns to Neo for the translations::
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::blinks at Neo, frowning slightly. It sounded a lot cooler in his head.::
Tara Rynieyn: ::nods and puts her finger to her lips - she's contemplating again::
Prince Vasaris IX: *He looks rather uncomfortable at Dralak's sudden tears, wondering vaguely to himself how complex a form his war-madness may have taken..*
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::Just draws a huge "?" on the chalkboard for Trixie and shrugs::
Tara Rynieyn: ::whispers back to Neo:: (w) Nay, he does not need to do anything of the sort as he occupies the entire real estate of my heart an' thensome. We shall speak later, him an' I, an' he is correct, I will not be alone in my bower ::her eyes alight on Cor then with a secret fire and she mews::
Tara Rynieyn: ::clears her throat and stands again::
Tara Rynieyn: May I have yer attention please!
Dralak the Ever-Terror: Tears drip from his eyes, and his attempts to wipe them with his metal greaves is as ineffectual as you'd think.
Prince Vasaris IX: *He finally gets down off the bar.*
Tara Rynieyn: I, Tara Rynieyn, Leader of the Forsaken Blades Guild, former secretary to Lord Brutin Vitellus of the Slaver's Association, Ensafora an' slave to Kain Locke the Black Dragon an' owner of the Riverwind Tavern, Princess an' heir apparent to the throne of Lockheed...
Tara Rynieyn: Queen of all the lands of Lanrette an' the surround...
Tara Rynieyn: Do hereby declare that.........
Tara Rynieyn: ::pauses and thinks::
Tara Rynieyn: ::She can't outdo Vasaris, there's just no way::
Tara Rynieyn: That in one week's time, Corlanthis Wystan-TaraYou'reGonnaDieForThis.....heretofore referred to as "Of the Long Name"...
Tara Rynieyn: ::gestures to him::
Dralak the Ever-Terror: His tears dry as he watches to see where she'll go with this, his attention rapped.
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::waves at Tara . Then shakes his head at Neo, more writing. "She always gets it wrong. It's cute."::
Tara Rynieyn: An' Prince Vasaris IX, heir apparent to the throne of X......Great Flaming Honeydew of Zod.......Breaker of All Soulds......Bludgeoner of Ten Stars.......Scourge of Two Hundred An' One Nations......
Tara Rynieyn: etcetera.........
Tara Rynieyn: Etcera!...
Dralak the Ever-Terror: "That is not his correct title!" He shouts very softly.
Tara Rynieyn: Will do battle on my terms for my hand in marriage!
Tara Rynieyn: ::can swear she hears trumpets off in the distance::
Tara Rynieyn: ::blinks at Dralak::Oh! I am so sorry
Tara Rynieyn: CORRECTION!
Tara Rynieyn: ::Hand up again, clearing her throat::
Prince Vasaris IX: "Do not speak out against My Dark Queen!" *he bellows at Dralak, pointing.*
Tara Rynieyn: Prince Vasaris IX.......heir apparent to the throne of X......Murderer Of Forty Two Rabbits...
Tara Rynieyn: Deceiver Of Wills...
Tara Rynieyn: Flame Hammer of Not only the North BUT the South......
Dralak the Ever-Terror: He smashes a nearby glass and starts slashing up his neck with it as penance.
Tara Rynieyn: Bludgeneor of Tears
Tara Rynieyn: Marauder Emeritus......
Tara Rynieyn: And my almost boyfriend!
Tara Rynieyn: ::flourishy type wave again::
Tara Rynieyn: Will do battle...etcetera etcera!
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::He was peering suspiciously at Tara now, pursing his lips and chuckling under his breath.::
Tara Rynieyn: ::gesturing to Neo for the trumpets::
Tara Rynieyn: So say I...Queen Killa O Roachies
Tara Rynieyn: ::falls over from lack of oxygen::
Prince Vasaris IX: "Dralak, enough! The Royal Prerogative requires more flowers and hand-painted stationary!"
Prince Vasaris IX: *He moves to catch her, rather dashingly.*
Tara Rynieyn: *thunk!*
Tara Rynieyn: ::But is saved in time!::
Dralak the Ever-Terror: "I shall procure my paintbrushes at once, highness! Shall I paint them with my own blood?"
Tara Rynieyn: Oh....my Prince.....what would I have done were you not here?
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::Shoots Vasaris a thumbs up for catching her.::
Tara Rynieyn: ::feigns weakness::
Prince Vasaris IX: *He stops listening to Dralak.* "Ah... you would have fallen on your pretty head... and it would have been the very worst of crimes... for which I would have laid waste to a thousand worlds."
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::Turns back to Trixie and winks, writing just for her, "What makes you think he and I are playing the same game?"::
Tara Rynieyn: ::Sighs, her eyes at half-mast:: Only a thousand, my lord?
Prince Vasaris IX: "And sent them all careening into the Supernovae of Tsarabrabuebel." *Try saying that five times fast.*
Tara Rynieyn: Tsara.....::blink:: Yeah......I'll take yer word on it
Tara Rynieyn: ::She tries to stand now::
Prince Vasaris IX: *He sets her upright.*
Tara Rynieyn: Good prince, pray......tell us, ::she can't resist and tries hard not to grin:: if you are to win our hand in marriage......
Prince Vasaris IX: "My Dark Queen... are you well? Do you require anything?"
Tara Rynieyn: ::upright now, smiling and nodding:: What will our title be?
Prince Vasaris IX: *And for good measure,* "Dralak!"
Tara Rynieyn: Only yer attention, dearest ::sinks back in her throne::
Dralak the Ever-Terror: He scurries over. "I live to serve, Highness."
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::Cor grinned at Trixie and chuckled soundlessly again (darned Genies) and then turned back to the Tara/Vasaris show, sipping his tea with interest in the proceedings.::
Prince Vasaris IX: "Oh... my Dark Queen... You will be Queen of the Kingdom of the Dark Star, and for every title I have... you will have one in kind."
Tara Rynieyn: ::Eyeballs Dralak - the man scared the hell out of her, it was true::
Tara Rynieyn: I......see
Tara Rynieyn: ::she turns her cheek, pretending to be offended::
Prince Vasaris IX: "I will become Great King X... you will be Evil Queen of the Aether... and together..." *He gestures out with an arm into the room.*
Tara Rynieyn: But you cannot say it?
Prince Vasaris IX: "We will rule the stars..."
Tara Rynieyn: ::Her lips tighten, the grin threatening to crop up::
Tara Rynieyn: Evil Queen of the Aether huh?
Tara Rynieyn: ::This actually didn't sound so bad::
Prince Vasaris IX: "You will recieve six billion slaves of the Magugu race to toil in the Great Mines of the EverAether Asteroids..."
Tara Rynieyn: Six billion is not nearly enough, good prince. ::Tries to look bored::
Prince Vasaris IX: *It's six million now, but he hasn't yet been informed of the Third Great Victory of the Impious Uprising Rapscallions of the Magugu.*
Tara Rynieyn: We think ten trillion would suffice. ::suggesting::
Prince Vasaris IX: "Together, My Dark Queen, we will find the slaves." *He smiles evilly.*
Dralak the Ever-Terror: "I shall proceed at once with a fleet of ships to conquer the worlds to supply them!"
Tara Rynieyn: You know......Corlanthis is going to give me ten trillion slaves.....
Tara Rynieyn: An' a pony
Tara Rynieyn: ::another bored look::
Tara Rynieyn: Aye, the very Darkest Queen of the Supremest Aether......::blinking at Neo::
Prince Vasaris IX: "I will take them in battle before they are truly his to deliver, and put the heads of his generals on pikes wielded by our SpaceKnights on the Great War Ponies of Yzith, and give them all as gifts to you!"
Tara Rynieyn: ::hands to her mouth again, gasping;: Oh my prince! You are too kind!
Tara Rynieyn: When might I see this Yzith?
Tara Rynieyn: If I'm to rule beside you I should be able to survey my domain beforehand....
Prince Vasaris IX: "Dralak!"
Dralak the Ever-Terror: "Ten trillion heads! At one per square yard, they would stretch out over the surface of a red giant star!"
Tara Rynieyn: ;:snickers quietly hearing the prince::
Dralak the Ever-Terror: "I live to serve, Highness."
Prince Vasaris IX: "What is the structural integrity of the Subdued World of Yzith at present?"
Tara Rynieyn: ::kicks her catsuit-ed legs up over the side of her throne again, yawning::
Tara Rynieyn: ::As Vasaris and Dralak commisserate, she takes down the braid in her hair and shakes her long (twelve feet!) hair out::
Dralak the Ever-Terror: "Idiot! I was referring to the surface area of the star, not the star itself!" Then he prostrates to the Prince. "It is presently of great integrity!"
Tara Rynieyn: I should also like a war pony now ::smiling to the comical duo:: If it isn't any trouble
Prince Vasaris IX: "You may see our beautiful conquered territory of Yzith at your leisure, My Dark Queen."
Tara Rynieyn: ::Coos and picks up the lemurs:: Thank you Auntie!
Prince Vasaris IX: "Dralak!"
Tara Rynieyn: We do not think it wise for us to ever walk on our celestial feet, good prince ::another suggestion:: What if we were to get calluses?
Tara Rynieyn: ::Nuzzling the green and blue lemurs::
Dralak the Ever-Terror: "I live to serve, Highness."
Prince Vasaris IX: "The Great Palace of the Great Dark World of the Great Dark Star has sixteen thousand servants for the sole purpose of placing pillows beneath our feet, My Dark Queen."
Tara Rynieyn: Wonderful! ::in response to Vasaris:: An' what of my personal baths?
Prince Vasaris IX: "Dralak, order a war pony from Yzith, immediately."
Tara Rynieyn: How many of them do I receive?
Tara Rynieyn: I *do* bathe quite often and will need the finest water so as to ensure I do not wrinkle.
Dralak the Ever-Terror: "Immediately, highness. I shall place this order before next the sun rises over the horizon."
Tara Rynieyn: ::is channeling Veruca Salt here::
Prince Vasaris IX: "In which of our thousand darkly shining palaces, O Beautiful One?"
Tara Rynieyn: ::fluttering her lashes to Vasaris:: In the one where you spend most of yer time, my lord
Tara Rynieyn: Will my water be perfect?
Tara Rynieyn: Not too hot nor too cold?
Prince Vasaris IX: "There was one day, a thousand years ago, when the bath drawn for the Evil Queen of the Aether was 0.07% off her specifications..." *He stares off, smiling fondly at the holovideos he watched of that day.* "A million men went to their deaths that day."
Tara Rynieyn: ::Nods::I would expect one million an' one should my baths find themselves in similar fashion.
Tara Rynieyn: ::High-falutin snort::
Prince Vasaris IX: "If that glorious, I'm sorry, I mean dreaded day should ever come."
Tara Rynieyn: I would be *most* displeased ::looking at him::
Tara Rynieyn: You would not have me displeased would you?
Dralak the Ever-Terror: Deep in his throat he rattles and glances about furtively. He saw it! A pure, shining jewel amidst the muck and filth!
Tara Rynieyn: ::Admiring her hand then, turning her wrist this way an dthat::
Prince Vasaris IX: "My Queen..." *He stares at her hand.*
Tara Rynieyn: ::She is doing this on purpose::
Dralak the Ever-Terror: He doesn't glance in his throat. He glances around the room. He lays his eyes on the object of his adorration, the partially-forgotten strains of her voice echoing throughout his head.
Tara Rynieyn: ::Turning her wrist slowly, her lips pursing, sliding her eyes to him here and there::
Prince Vasaris IX: "Why is your hand not more adorned? What... what treachery, what negligence, is this on the part of Lord Long-Name?"
Tara Rynieyn: Tis not his fault but the fault of my ex husband, my good prince. That being a certain Count Talomar Longden
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::Sipping his tea and watching Tara with amusement in his eyes, though part of him was starting to feel kind of sorry for the two gentlemen.::
Tara Rynieyn: In a vicious act of revenge he doth stole my jewelry and had it melted down!
Tara Rynieyn: ::She lies but she's curious to see what his reaction would be - Talomar nearly went broke buying her jewelry and trust me, not a gem has been melted::
Prince Vasaris IX: "Dralak will drink his blood and smash his genitalia on the cobblestones from atop the highest tower in the land!"
Tara Rynieyn: ::a queenly chuckle pours forth from her lips - one only Vasaris could appreciate, she knew friends and family watching thought her nuts, even that witch Riley::
Prince Vasaris IX: "And then," *clutching her hand,* "I will adorn your hands with all the finery of the galaxy." *He looks for the ring he gifted to Kairee last night on his hand, but doesn't find it.*
Prince Vasaris IX: "Dralak! Where is my ring!"
Dralak the Ever-Terror: His eyes glance at her and then suddenly away, before rolling back and staring at her for five long seconds. It is not until then that he responds to the order. "I shall ensure that his torment will be supreme and neverending."
Tara Rynieyn: ::Blinking rapidly as he takes her hand - he seems to do this a lot. She only hoped Cor could forgive her. They had exchanged winks though. So far so good::
Dralak the Ever-Terror: He breaks out into a sudden sweat. "I . . . I do not have it, Highness! Perhaps it was left in the hotel room! But I am certain it is not in my pocket or elsewhere in my position! This I vow!"
Prince Vasaris IX: "Murder a bellhop and demand its return!"
Tara Rynieyn: ::Hearing Dralak and not wishing him to self-flagellate or mortify again she points out:: I would much rather have you hold my hand, good prince
Dralak the Ever-Terror: Then he gets back to staring at Riley out of the corner of his eye, a tiny sigh coming from between his lips. The blood that had previously been streaming out of his neck is slowly clotting.
Tara Rynieyn: Besides.......a ring that I fancy would take eons to make....I am patient ::nod::
Prince Vasaris IX: "My hand is yours, My Dark Queen." *Yes, his hands are still gloved.*
Prince Vasaris IX: "Dralak, murder the lilting wench who just spoke."
Tara Rynieyn: Stil thy tongue woman or I will pull it from thy mouth, nail it to the nearest cross an' drown you in holy water! ::she booms at Riley, all serious::
Tara Rynieyn: So help me GOD!
Tara Rynieyn: ::growl::
Tara Rynieyn: ::Out of the chair she flies to attack Riley but Vasaris still has her hand and she gets pulled back::
Prince Vasaris IX: "Worry not, My Dark Queen," *He says, holding her hand still,* "Dralak is the ever-loyal Ever-Terror, he will see it done."
Tara Rynieyn: OOoooh!
Dralak the Ever-Terror: He walks towards her. "Come! It is time for your crucifixion!" As he reaches to grab her by the wrist, he palms Vasaris's ring - a kind of tacky Flash Gordon thing - and places it in her hand.
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::whistles soundlessly, but had it been able to be heard, it would have sounded quite..mischievious. Cor reached into a pocket and pulled from it a plastic bauble that resembled nothing so much as a ring from one of those twenty-five cent machines. He wated until Dralak was distracted and looking away, then Cor leaned over and tossed it across the floor until it hit him in the boot.::
Tara Rynieyn: ::falls back in her throne, nostrils flaring, eyes afire::
Tara Rynieyn: Thank you, my good prince.
Tara Rynieyn: I am sorry for getting heated.
Tara Rynieyn: ::glowers at Riley::
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::Grins at Trixie and gives her a thumbs up, forgetting that he can't talk for the moment.:: ". . .. . . . . . . .. . . . ." ::and then sighs and just maintains the thumbs up.::
Dralak the Ever-Terror: "Come! Your liquidation, while agonizing, shall proceed in a businesslike and regimented fashion!"
Prince Vasaris IX: "Oh, but it is your angry passion that drives me wild, My Dark Queen!"
Tara Rynieyn: ::blink::
Tara Rynieyn: Right.....Dziuppananese war hornets?
Dralak the Ever-Terror: That said to Riley.
Prince Vasaris IX: "Yes, the Dziuppananese war hornets," *he agrees.*
Tara Rynieyn: ::Applauds Dralak with one hand against the back of Vasaris's since he's holding her other::
Tara Rynieyn: I want fifty leagues of these hornets at once
Tara Rynieyn: An' I want them all to wear tiny crowns
Prince Vasaris IX: *He begins to call Dralak's name, and then sighs.* "I require more minions here..."
Dralak the Ever-Terror: He palms the ring and holds it so that she will be able to see it and the Prince won't.
Prince Vasaris IX: "While loyal, multitasking is not Dralak's strong suit - though he has a most thorough understanding of iambic pentameter."
Tara Rynieyn: ::Nods, like she understands a dayam word he says:: Aye, aye, of course.
Dralak the Ever-Terror: He moves close to her. "Please. Your eyes have enraptured me, your voice a clarion that calls my heart. In all ways you are a goddess, a divine vision, an angel from above come down to the rude and dirty world. But the Prince demands your death. I shall sneak you away, and faith that I shall see you again."
Tara Rynieyn: Iambic pentameterism being a very difficult theory...::flourishy type wave again - perhaps Vasaris was rubbing off on her? She then waved to Cor - if he was still "speaking" to her::
Dralak the Ever-Terror: "Take this ring, as a token of my sincerity, and on the wings of love shall I fly any distance to return to you." All said somewhat quietly, but quiet isn't his strong suit.
Prince Vasaris IX: "The best poet-scientists in the land bow humbly to Dralak's grasp of it."
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::Cor had gone back to idly sipping his tea in content silence, though as Tara glanced his way he winked at her once more, offering her a mirthful grin::
Tara Rynieyn: Even I, as Darkest Queen on all High, bow to Dralak's superiority in his grasp of it, good prince
Tara Rynieyn: ;:blows a sinful little kiss to Cor which hopefully conveyed a promise of real ones later on and more::
Dralak the Ever-Terror: "Safety, wherever I may find it; but I shall brave any tribulation in my quest for your safety. I ask only your trust. Please; the hour grows late and I am yet under orders for your death; they grow suspicious."
Tara Rynieyn: I have had a thought!
Prince Vasaris IX: "Ah... I cannot wait! I cannot wait until our honeymoon, while we skirt the Dark Corridor and witness the Thousand-Year Siege of a Thousand Agonies!"
Prince Vasaris IX: "Viewed from the comfort of our Grand Royal War-Yacht."
Tara Rynieyn: ::Stands, still connected to Vasaris and smiles:: That all sounds so O-positively darling, my good prince! I cannot wait either!
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::A slight narrowing of eyes as he slid his glance over to Vasaris. Comments like that never boded well.::
Tara Rynieyn: War Yacht, of course ::nod::
Tara Rynieyn: May I have yer attention again please!
Prince Vasaris IX: *At last he lets go of her hand. His hand's getting sweaty, though he forgets it's still gloved.*
Tara Rynieyn: I have just now thought of the first game between Long Name and Flaming Honeydew!
Tara Rynieyn: One moment while the lady Eless speaks! ::turns to her:: Yes, dear?
Dralak the Ever-Terror: "I am called Dralak. My many appellations include the Ever-Terror, the Night-Haunter, the Infanticide, the Agony, and the Crawling Darkness. Yet I ask but you take my hand, and yet I'll be a new-made man, to raise my soul to heavens new, all in the hope of pleasing you."
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::Cor grinned to himself and slowly wrote out "The Quiet Game?" showing it only to Tara::
Tara Rynieyn: ::giggles and shakes her head to Cor::
Prince Vasaris IX: *He lifts his chin arrogantly as he looks upon Elessaria, but he will wait upon Tara's decision, of course.*
Dralak the Ever-Terror: "For you, a thousand wishes golden, by you my heart is yet embolden'd! But first I beg you come with me, that from the Prince we may yet flee!" He reaches out his armored hand to take hers.
Prince Vasaris IX: *Another psionic breeze stirs his dark cape.*
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::Blinks towards Eless and leans his head slightly to the side. It was true, broadly. He loved the tea anyone made, though he could recall no instances of trying Riley's specifically. And that meant he was now looking in Riley's direction, and he was forced to admit to himself that she didn't seem to need a whole lot of assistance at the moment.::
Prince Vasaris IX: *...Over the white leisure suit.*
Tara Rynieyn: ::Hears Eless and nods::
Tara Rynieyn: I, Tara Rynieyn, Darkest Queen of the Aether.......
Tara Rynieyn: Impending Wife of Prince Vasaris AND Corlanthis of the Long Name (not tooth)
