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Zephrun’s Imperium

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  1. Riva rolled her eyes as Ayleon shouted behind her. The woman was deranged. Did she seriously not see that this interaction only solidified the Raveness's power? As Riva weaved her way through tables, she eyed the other party-goers. Each of them avoided her gaze like the plague, paling or shivering as she passed. Because they knew that that could have been them getting dragged off to the dungeons. House Hvenkar would gain nothing from this; when Ayleon returned she would find that the courtiers would avoid her just as they avoided Riva herself. After crossing the room, Riva found another guard. "You there?" she said firmly. The guard flinched. "Send a message to Vurin. I've just sent a prisoner to the dungeons, I'll need her prepped. Use whatever experimentation room is available, but I want her unconscious when I get there after the party. Got that?" The guard nodded. "Yes, Mistress." He hurried off. @The Unknown Order
  2. Riva shook her head in exasperation and gestured for the guards to grab the woman. When they did - pinning her arms behind her back - the Raveness came in very close. "The only one who will lose their dignity tonight is you, Lady Hvenkar." Riva took Ayleon's chin in her pale, bone-like fingers. "It is healthy to fear me, woman. And after tonight, everyone will remember why. You most of all. You think you're brave for approaching me? Well." Riva cackled, grinning gleefully. "We'll see how brave you are when you truly realize what you've done. Take her away!" With a swish of her midnight skirt, Riva strode away, the guards carrying her victim to her cell.
  3. But Riva only grinned. Of course she belonged in the shadows! So she could avoid people like this woman! The Raveness laughed, low and smooth and evil. It was the laugh of a hunter, knowing their prey had been captured and looking forward to the kill. "Oh, you really have no idea who you're talking to, do you? Guards!" Two guards quickly ran to her aid, standing behind her and awaiting orders. Included in her privileges as the Raveness was the ability to arrest anyone she saw fit. Though she hadn't had to use it very often at all, she was more than happy to use it now. Sentencing someone to death was beyond her power and she could only keep people prisoner for a night or two without the king's direct permission. But this woman, this foolish, foolish woman, didn't know that. "Take this woman to the dungeon for safe keeping," Riva said, head held high, hands behind her back. "I think that she'll find my 'sense of entitlement' comes from the power she forgets I wield."
  4. Rose tapped her foot impatiently, trying to keep her mind off of the morning's events. She felt a bit like a caged animal, pacing. Maybe I should get food... she thought idly. Jahora had had a tray of stuff when she'd talked to him in the living room, perhaps she'd be able to pick from that. It was exactly where he'd left it, so she took a pastry and munched on it, her anxiety rising.
  5. May I present Miss Pearl Blaze! It's a much more simple drawing than I'm used to, at least in terms of clothes (I got done with it and I was like, "... ... okay, I guess it's done now.") but I'm proud of it. I titled it "Rebel Girl" 'cause this is when she's about 15 and just has a super sucky relationship with her mom, Star. I cut off her feet, 'cause... I just wasn't feelin' it. I might go back and put them in later, but it's unlikely I will. The most fun part of this drawing was her skin. She shares her father's paper pale completion, but obviously, if I just left it pure white it wouldn't pop well. And the thing I'm most impressed with is her left arm. It's just. On. Point.
  6. Okay, so I rarely ever post anything like this, but today I remembered something I'd thought of years ago. Do you guys think that Soul Stamping could restore an Inquisitor to their pre-spiked state? I know very, very little about the magic systems compared to the people who usually post stuff like this, so I really don't have any opinions, but I'm curious what you guys think.
  7. Riva had, by now, decided that this woman was not worth her time. She glared beneath her mask. "Your compliments are empty and your veneer of friendliness is thin. Whatever you hope to gain by talking to me, you won't be getting it. I will be reporting your suspicious behavior to the king. Watch yourself in the future, or you will end up just like your fool of a son. Do I make myself clear?"
  8. Nicolae chuckled. "'Sir Kimby', haha. I ain't no 'Sir', miss. And I'd-a say you could be dancin' with who ever you want, but I wouldn't risk it. Dunno how our king would be reactin' to that, miss."
  9. “I asked you his name, woman,” Riva snapped. “No matter your rank, you do not have the authority to disregard a direct question from me.”
  10. Riva's face fell to a flat expression. This one was brave, sure. But all she wanted was to get a look at her. Well. Riva was about to give that woman exactly what she wanted to see. Her blood-red lips curved up into an evil-looking smile. "No, I'm sorry, I have no idea who you are. What was your son's name? I don't remember him by your face. Probably because he was too mutilated to be recognizable by the time I was done with him."
  11. Riva cocked her head as the Lady approached. Well, well, well, she thought. This had ought to be interesting. She hadn't been approached at a ball in a very long time. It was about time for a change. What do you want? You approach me for a reason, young one. Let's find out what it is, shall we? "Who dares approach the Raveness?" Riva bellowed. @Lecky Twig @The Unknown Order
  12. "O' course, o' course!" After that, the conversation died off.
  13. "Our king's wine is fantastic!" As if to prove it, he took a swig of his drink, which he'd gotten earlier.
  14. "I don't miss," said Nicolae regretfully. "I've attended plenty of these balls, but I'm always too drunk to know when they end!" He laughed.
  15. "Oh, no, don't you be apologizin' to me, miss, I'm a servant, you're the queen-to-be!"
  16. "I've always lived in Mendahar, miss. You'd be asking 'cause of my talk, I'd assume?" He chuckled. "Fancy court people..."
  17. Nicolae sighed. "Your hope makes you twice as beautiful, miss."
  18. "Oh, that's-a nice, miss, very nice. How could this place be better though, miss?"
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