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Post by Ilsa Varousa on Sept 10, 2005 13:20:07 GMT
Ilsa looked at Roland and smiled, stepping toward Caesar, gently taking his hand.
"Very well Caesar." She said smiling, with her other hand she lifted her trailing dress.
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Post by Avitas Caesar on Sept 10, 2005 13:24:40 GMT
Avitas smiled too, and they began to dance, and it looked fair to those around as Avitas was not just a man of the sword, and here he proved it, keeping up with Ilsa through all their fluid movements.
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Post by King Hengest II on Sept 10, 2005 16:58:04 GMT
Hengest sat quietly, awaiting the arrival of an ally of his other than Agrixus, as he was playing the neutral party. Taking a sip of wine, Hengest's attention turned to the Frankish corner. Where Roland and his entourage sat. It was a funny thing, how similiarly dressed the Franks and Saxons were, indeed they were more alike than Hengest had thought. Chrstianity, however, spoke otherwise.
As Hengest's gaze strayed from the franks, it turned to the Roman Ceasar, dancing merrily with the Visigoth queen. His face revealed a brief snarl in hatred for the emperor on his empire. The Roman General, still sat in his place, seemed different however, less relaxed.
Hengest cared little for the Visigoths, as to him they were of little concern, but he knew they must be dealt with care, if to save his ally Agrixus. Speaking of whom, Hengest turned to face, and adressed:
"Agrixus, why have you called this meeting?"
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Post by Johann Claves on Sept 10, 2005 18:48:56 GMT
"To show hospitality to friends and enemies and share the glory of the Vandals with the world." He smiled and sipped his wine "I have no hidden agenda or devious plot, all my intentions were revealed in my statement, so please relax and enjoy yourselves, all will be provided for."
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Post by Avitas Caesar on Sept 10, 2005 18:52:03 GMT
"And that is good, for were the water poisoned then I would have certain death after this most dehydrating dance!" Exclaimed Avitas from the spinning dance-embrace of Ilsa.
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Post by Johann Claves on Sept 10, 2005 19:04:58 GMT
"If the water were poisoned, I would make sure that it was so you were already dead" he said chuckling putting down his diamond studded gold goblet. It being empt and he sipped a smaller glass cup of water, to balance out the wine. As they waited for the others to arrive, cheeses were brought in for them, many types from the best purveyors in the Empire.
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Post by King Hengest II on Sept 10, 2005 19:13:31 GMT
Sitting quietly, Hengest bided his time. He took a slice of cheese and began to nibble, watching the startled aces of nolbemen and women at the words of Agrixus, as his own chuckled.
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Post by Avitas Caesar on Sept 10, 2005 19:38:07 GMT
"Then it is nice to know it is not, for I placed myself at your mercy, believing you were more worthy than that. And you prove yourself, so far." And then Avitas was swept into dance again.
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Post by King Hengest II on Sept 10, 2005 20:06:56 GMT
The Roman Emperor was showing honour and bravery, which were supposedly Christian virtues. Hengest had read, yes, that is he can read in latin, of brave christians in far off lands.
Hengest however, knew that the world was not such a fictionous tale. He himself had experienced the harshness of christians. That is, the Romano-British as they were, strong in Britain during his teens.
It all happened in a small town in Cantware, that is to say: Kent. Hengest I, Hengest's father, was defending it against a British attack. His small warband of about 200 men against the Romanos of about 500, more than twice the amount.
The Romano's charged stood, clad in mail and graspign their oval shields. Not a soul inhabbited the bodies of these men, for they were part of one, a fighting machine of the designs of Rome.
In the town the Saxons were chanting various incantations and curses, ppraying for devine protection in the face of death. Clad in mail also, with large steel helmets upon their brow the saxons waited their enemy. The saxons locked shields, and began to wave their swords and their axes, daring their British to break into run and attack them.
As the British came closer, they faltered. Their lack of logistics to the region meant the lack of Pilum. The Gladius and the Axes met in a perculiar mixture of strengths. The saxon blade was swung and the gladius was thrusted, and many fell.
Mannic and Melee insued and the saxons broke the Formation of the British, if they were relatively in the same area altogether, still fighting as one.
Loud chants ensued from the saxons, and Hengest I stepped forward, his large Two-Handed Axe in hand, he caused many to flee. As a British grunt charge he felled him with one sweep of his axe, the weapon cleaving straight through the victims shield and chopping into their stomach.
The Saxons began to push forwards, as the British fled from Hengest. An arow in the arm did little to weaken him, as he hewed many an opponent. Finally, an arrow penetrated Henget's throat armour, makign ay for a charismatic stab from a hostile gladius.
As Hengest began to fell, he dropped his axe, and was heaved away by four Romanos, he himself being a giant of a man.
Watching from a house, was young Hengest II, watching his beloved and idolised father brutally slaughtered. The stab to a fatally wounded man was no act of honour nor valour. Tears streamed down the young lad's face.
Eventually, the saxons miraculously repelled the invading force. It was then, however, that Hengest aquired his hatred for christianity.
Emotions running wild inside him, and his eyes flaring with rage, Hengest managed to keep his cool, and merely turned to the closest member of his party and said: "Pfft, Damn Christians,"
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Post by Pontius Arrilius on Sept 10, 2005 22:09:34 GMT
Pontius was glancing in all directions, staring into the shadows for...something, anything- a hint of a cloak, a flash of steel- but none apparated. He would never be able to leave the party without finding an attempt on his ruler's life, or he would be known to all present as a paranoid fool. He must find the assassins in the shade, and he must find them quickly. Although he tried not to show it, his face betrayed him to the others. He was disgusted at the ease that his Lord could dance with a complete stranger, and a Visigoth stranger at that. He hastened to a spot next to the stalls where the minstrels were playing. Was there a poison dart in his flute? A dagger in the strings of anothers' Lyre? He could not be sure, but since there was no evidence, he gazed back upon the Visigoth woman and the Caesar. He watched them with... what was it? Envy? God help him, he wouldn't trade places with the lord for a million heavens...but still, his glass was being refilled to the brim with wine every few minutes, and it was often empty, and he felt strange feelings towards the dazzling queen, dancing in the haze of merry music and even merrier faces. With a rare smirk upon the general's face, he collapsed gently and silently at the feet of a servant boy, fast asleep.
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Post by King Roland I on Sept 11, 2005 0:05:29 GMT
Leaning back in his seat with one elbow propped upon it's back, Roland watched Ilsabella and Avitas dance their merry dance, noting the Emperor was not too bad at it: he would be disappointed otherwise, for it would not look good for the most eager of dance partners for the good aldy to be the sloppiest. He and his entourage made no movements immediately, but with a gesture from his hand, two - a lord of the Bretons and lady of the Avars - headed for the floor. He knew the lord's intent: to marry the Avars and build stronger ties. This he did mot mind - it bound the Bretons to him more so, as the Avars were among his most loyal subjects.
Sipping once more, he made the same observations as Hengest, and made a mental note to learn more of the Saxon culture - simply to better know one's neighbours. His eyes, though appearing to focus on the dances, scanned the room to keep an eye on the others. His smirk grew wider as the Romans and Vandals shared hidden insults to one another, and felt compelled merely to say, "let us dispence with these pointless snide shots, gentlemen, and simply enjoy the evening - being with the finest Queen in all the lands, Caesar, I do believe you have little to complain about correct? And Emperor Agrixus, your hosts are enjoying themselves from my observations - such comments are unnecessary: all should relax, and forget we are Franks, Saxons, Visigoths, Vandals and Romans... we are all simply Lords of Europe."
Falling silent, his eyes scanned the Roman table, now empty of one of it's members. He looked to his men, who took the signal and chose to keep a closer eye out just in case of treachery. Drinking the last of the wine from his goblet, he set it back down on the table and returned to watching the scene, a still bemused smirk on his face - as if there was a large joke encompassing everything here and only he knew the punchline.
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Post by King Hengest II on Sept 11, 2005 9:43:25 GMT
The Frankish King seemed co-operative, if it were not for the religious boundries the two may of strengthened bonds. Was all this racism uneccesary?
Hengest turned to look at the Roman General, his suspicious eyes suspecting attack from Vandal or Saxon. Eyeing up Hengest's entourage as if a pack of bandits.
Indeed, it was not...
Cutting a slice of Beef, Hengest stared at the Roman Emperor with one eye looking upwards, the other concentrated on his plate. The over-joyous emperor danced in frot of the other lords, loosing all chances of actign tough in the future, not a move Hengest thought was good, but he knew this would make him seem weak, and took the advantage. Do not waste any opportunity given to you, that is the way to live one's life.
"Shall I be seeing your Crusaders anytime soon, Emperor?"
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Post by Gorm on Sept 11, 2005 10:21:41 GMT
*A boat arrives in the dock at Carthage, its Gorm and two of his Berserkers, he leaving the ship and hearing music from the center of the city. He follows the music to the center, and there he seeing a big table full of peoples who looks like kings, and next to the table some peoples dances, he cant get his sight from the barrels who must contain ale. He takes a seat at the table*
"Greetings, im Gorm, King of Denmark"
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Post by King Hengest II on Sept 11, 2005 11:06:12 GMT
Seeing his ally arrive, Hengest rejoiced. His party was no longer the odd one out, having men of akin with them.
" Ah Gorm, glad to see you could make it," said Hengest, standing and arms embracing.
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Post by Johann Claves on Sept 11, 2005 14:48:15 GMT
"Ah Gorm of the Danes, a pleasure for you to arrive, please sit. There is food aplenty for you and your company. I am Emperor Agrixus Claves of the Vandals, I see you know King Hengest of the Saxons, here dancing overly gracefully is Emperor Avitas of the Romans and Queen Ilsabella of the Visigoths, and over there is the famed King Roland of the Franks."
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