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Aesudan nodded her head.

”A strange people, these Parshendi. So like the parshmen, and yet so unlike them. Unrefined, of coarse, but that’s what the treaty is for, is it not?

Time will tell. I am no diplomat, but this treaty feels... Significant. Perhaps King Gavilar’s enthusiasm on the matter is rubbing off.”

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"Yes, it seems to have done. I feel this day will be marked in history. King Gavilar's enthusiasm with making accommodations with these people is certainly remarkable. Almost laudable. He ignored advice to invade, and made this landmark achievement instead." Ialai punctuated her sentence with a dramatic wine sip.

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“Yes, sometimes I wonder about that. But Gavilar knows what he is doing, no doubt. That I think we may all agree upon.

I have to say, even among the rest of us there are a number of unfamiliar faces. I was unaware how many foreigners would take interest in the Alethi treaty. Their interest in Alethkar is not unwelcome, though.”

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Navani, noticing the Parsh's blank expression to her words, realised it would probably be best if she didn't bombard the thing with questions straight away. Leaving Sadeas to manage it, Navani managed to find Elhokar in the middle of the crowd, a worried expression on his face

"Elhokar, dear." Navani walked next to him. "What's wrong? How can I help?"

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"There are a surprising number of foreigners here." Ialai's gaze wandered over to the man with the crescent scar, the several Parshendi, and several other delegates mingling throughout the room. "This event has managed to attract a large number of people. I wonder why they are all here? Perhaps they are all clamoring to see a thinking, talking parshman, or to celebrate this momentous occasion."

"In any case," she said, "it was a pleasure to meet you on this evening. Thank you, Aesudan." With that, she began to move away.

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“In that case, farewell and good luck. It has been an interesting and informative conversation.”

Aesudan continued on, searching for somebody else with which to converse. So long as she kept clear of the King’s Wit she should be fine in that regard. Perhaps she could even try speaking to one of the Parshendi.

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LG49/AN3: Hour 1.5 - Veneers over Venom

Lords and ladies bickered amongst themselves, skirmishes masked by sugary sweetness. 

How very new and exciting, Thara thought, holding a tray of drinks and smiling just as falsely as the rest of them. If only they’d drop that veneer of civility and just say things, like normal people do.

But then, she reflected, there was probably a reason for that civility. Being rude to your local butcher would at worst just mean you got meat elsewhere. Being rude to the king’s son, or advisers, or other such exalted persons? That could have Consequences. 

Thara would probably just get thrown in jail, though. That was probably just small-c consequences, on the scale of things. The fracturing of alliances that held the newborn kingdom together would be much more important Consequences. 

Thara shook herself and smiled even more brightly. “Wine, brightlords and ladies?” she asked the nearest group, only to realise that these were no brightlords. In fact, they weren’t even human - she’d just offered wine to a group of... not-parshmen. She could never remember what they were actually called, but that was close enough. 

She held her breath, hoping one of them understood her. Or that they liked wine. 

“Not for us, young one,” one of them said in a strange, sing-songy accent. He sounded... amused, maybe?

One of the Parshendi took a goblet, though, despite the glance of the one who had spoken. Thara grinned inwardly - some things weren’t so different, it appeared!

She continued on, weaving through the crowd of everyone who was considered important. 

“Wine, brightlords and ladies? Wine, brightlords and ladies?” She could feel herself growing hoarse, slowly. But it would be extraordinarily poor form to drink from her own tray...

She glanced around the room searchingly, then started slowly working her way towards a particular corner of the great hall. 

When she arrived, she ducked into a hidden nook that almost no one knew about and took a significant gulp of one of the oranges she was carrying. 

She almost dropped the precious glass when she heard a voice from behind her say “Ummm...”


Hour 1.5 has begun. It will end on Monday, September 10th, at 11am BST. 

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Clarifications:

When cooperating, you must specify the action you are cooperating on. This rule was waived this turn due to a lack of clarity. In addition, you must also specify every member of the group with which you are cooperating, not only the person taking the action. (e.g. “I am cooperating with Elbereth and Alvron to help Wilson perform the action Charm Mailliw.”)

If a player holds an item and is killed, the item goes to their killer. If a player holds an item and is ostracised, the item goes to one random individual who voted on them.

Two votes are required for a player to be ostracised.

Barring special circumstances, ostracised players may not PM, and lose access to all docs they may be in.

Player List
1. Gavilar Kholin (Amber Vulture)
2. Dalinar Kholin (Amethyst Scorpion)
3. Torol Sadeas (Azure Mouse)
4. Meridas Amaram (Charcoal Hyena)
5. Restares (Chartreuse Penguin)
6. Tearim (Coral Swan)
7. Navani Kholin (Cream Tuatara)
8. Ialai Sadeas (Emerald Falcon)
9. Jasnah Kholin (Fuchsia Ostrich)
10. Ivory (Indigo Weasel)
11. Elhokar Kholin (Ivory Dragonfly)
12. Aesudan Kholin (Magenta Albatross)
13. Adolin Kholin (Mauve Crocodile)
14. Renarin Kholin (Melon Dingo)
15. Wit (Mint Heron)
16. Liss (Onyx Flamingo)
17. Drunk Beggar (Opal Lion)
18. Ash (Oxblood Beagle)
19. Darkness (Pearl Chameleon)
20. Kelek (Plum Rhinoceros)
21. Eshonai (Quartz Zebra)
22. Venli (Saffron Iguana)
23. Klade (Sage Kangaroo)
24. Thaidakar (Salmon Meerkat)
25. Szeth Sapphire Elephant)

Pinchhitters
1. Parshendi Drummer
2. Servant
3. Merchant
4. King’s Guard
5. Parshman

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Torol Sadeas sat finally, hoping to enjoy a meal before having to deal with the prattling conversations around him. He enjoyed politicking as much as any Alethi elite, probably more in some cases, but they were at a feast after all.

He looked around at the gathered people and Parshendi. It had been a long road to get them there, to a kingdom united under Gavilar. He just still didn't understand why Gavilar insisted on befriending the Parshendi, when he could conquer them and bring them under the kingdom. Despite that, he would follow his friend and king, and do what was necessary to keep the Alethi the main power of Roshar.

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Ivory found himself  under one of the tables in the feast hall. He was fairly certain he'd gotten rid of Nale somewhere in the art gallery. A quick furtive glance around showed no sign of the Herald, and Ivory let out a sigh of relief. Things out here would be difficult enough without the Herald dogging his footsteps.

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By the time Nale had wandered over to the other side of the room, the Inkspren had disappeared. A shame. Still, the night is young. For now, Nale turned towards the ballroom. All the hushed whispers, as people try to hoard their little secrets. How many criminals are in this room, I wonder? Too many, no doubt. Even one criminal is a parasite - a leech on society that razes the whole organisation to the ground. I'll find them all. Every single one of them. Especially the one who's bonded with an Inkspren.

Nale turned back towards the crowd. He could play the role of gossip when he wanted to. He didn't like to, but it was a necessary evil - playing that role felt like deception, and deception felt like fraud. And Nale despised fraudsters.

And what about you, Nale? Aren't you, in your own way, the greatest fraudster of all?

Nale ignored the voice, and carried on his way.

"How do you do? I don't believe I've caught your name?"

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Aesudan lifted a glass of yellow off a servant, sipping it pensively. There was a lot more going on here than just some dull treaty, she could feel it. Virtually everyone had their own agenda. At least for the time being, it looked like everybody wanted the feast to go smoothly. Hopefully, as the night dragged on and wine eclipsed judgement, it would stay that way. An incident on a treaty night would be... Awkward, to say the least.

"How do you do? I don't believe I've caught your name?"

"Brightlady Aesudan Kholin, princess of Alethkar. And you are? I trust you are enjoying the festivities?"

Aesudan examined the new arrival. He was wearing some kind of uniform, and he had an odd crescent-shaped scar on his face. His eyes had a deadness to them that was a touch disconcerting. He clearly wasn't Alethi, and Aesudan wondered what had attracted a foreign official to the treaty celebration of Alethkar.

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I am very sorry for my disappearance the last 24 hours—I was without WiFi and could do little except check my docs every once in a while.

[OOC]No ostracism. Interesting, but unsurprising. It would not have made for a very fun first day.[/OOC]

Adolin shook himself awake, drawing himself up out of the corner where he had been dozing. He frowned. Did that Parshendi music really put me to sleep already? he berated himself, irritable. Glancing around for his brother and father, and seeing neither, Adolin decided he could afford to spend a little time socialising with the foreigners. The Alethi women always steered clear of him, cognisant of his reputation (which was ridiculously overblown), but perhaps these Parshendi would be more friendly. The consistent pounding of the Parshendi drums in the back was hardly dance music, but at least it had rhythm. Adolin stepped towards one of the dignitaries (@SE_Venli) and extended his hand. “Care for a dance, my lady?” he asked.

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Ialai stood among the tables, watching the scene. She smiled slightly as Adolin tried to dance with one of the Parshendi. A real charmer, that one. Within a few years, she had no doubt there would be a crowd of eligible partners going after him. 

Speaking of which. Ialai made her way carefully over to where Torol was sitting, eating a meal. He seemed to not want to be disturbed, so she instead grabbed a passing platter of fruit and began to pick at it, waiting for him to respond.

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26 minutes ago, SE_Ialai_Sadeas said:

Ialai stood among the tables, watching the scene. She smiled slightly as Adolin tried to dance with one of the Parshendi. A real charmer, that one. Within a few years, she had no doubt there would be a crowd of eligible partners going after him. 

Speaking of which. Ialai made her way carefully over to where Torol was sitting, eating a meal. He seemed to not want to be disturbed, so she instead grabbed a passing platter of fruit and began to pick at it, waiting for him to respond.

Torol pushed aside his plate as he finished eating, and looked up to his wife. He'd noticed her approach, just pushing the boundaries of decorum. He liked that about her.

"Hello, my dear. Enjoying yourself this evening, I hope?"

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"I am indeed, my husband. The night has been eventful so far. The parshmen are a very... interesting people." Drum music pounded throughout the hall. Ialai didn't like it, personally, but between the wine and the stress of ruining a burgeoning treaty, no one had wanted to tell them that they were darkeyed instruments.

"What do you think of these Parshendi, Torol? I haven't been able to talk to any of them, as of yet, but they seem to have their own goals in mind." She paced a piece of food in her mouth, enjoying the taste.

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"Don't we all have our own goals? I'm not sure what to think of most of them. They are..." he struggled to find the right word. "Different," he finally said, though he wanted to say something more along the lines of barbaric. He still did not understand why Gavilar insisted on peace with them.

"How are the other guests this evening? Anyone causing any problems?"

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I noticed several individuals still had not made their grand entrance, including @SE_Renarin_Kholin, @SE_Dalinar_Kholin@SE_Restares, @SE_Kelek, and I was not sure if @SE_Thaidakar had shown up. People were still distinctly going out of his way to avoid him, and Adolin- that boy- was trying to flirt with one of the parsh. Nothing could stop that man. I stayed within earshot of the Sadeas couple of course. If I didn't stay within earshot, then I would miss any perfect opportunities to insult them. I also kept an eye on the Parshendi, who for some reason I expected to make some sort of move. 

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Ialai avoided eye contact with the two. “Wit, as usual, is creating trouble. I’ve seen others making plans, moving about, but nothing public so far. The first hour was surprisingly uneventful, actually. No doubt people will soon begin to make their moves.” She took another mouthful of wine, and then put the cup aside. Yes, that was definitely more intoxicating than usual. No doubt Wit had spiked it with something, somehow, thus contributing to the drunken furore that was currently occurring.

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20 minutes ago, SE_Thaidakar said:

"Hello, Wit. How are you doing tonight?"

"I am feeling as though no one wants my Wit. If I don't get to talk to someone, then what's the point of being here? What are you doing here, Thaidakar? I've heard the King is fairly interested in what you have to say."

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I've heard regular people say immortality is a blessing. They wonder what it would be like to be one of the mythological figures of their religion, to have the power to enact real change. They are, as usual, sadly misinformed. Not only about the basic tenets of their religion, Vore-ism or something, but about everything. I've seen eternity, have looked into the face of a god. A dead god. I'd felt like I ought to pay my respects. After all, it was most likely somewhat my own fault. I can't imagine Honor was happy to see the Oathpact shattered, and although I did acquiesce at the time, it still haunts me. That circle of Honorblades, with one spot forever empty. Talenel... I'd hated him at first. I'd thought it absurd to have a simple laborer among the ranks of us kings, scholars, greats. But he never gave up or in, and by that time, I was his staunchest supporter. He was the best of us all, in the end. And the last.

Kelek blinked, brought out of his ruminations by the exclamation of the so-called Wit. 

"Perhaps if you exercised your wit more, people would be more interested in it. Just a thought."

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