Post by Gillam Dunwall on Feb 12, 2013 0:01:38 GMT -5
Feb 11th, 23 CLE 8:00 PM
The small carriage pulled up to the vast manor. It was accompanied by two guards and a handful of servants. However, if one were to guess, the would not suspect that this carriage held the guest of honor.
Gillam Dunwall, who had died along with the Dunwall lineage, had been miraculously revived from the dead, and was back in Demacia, restoring the Dunwall name to its former glory. The news spread quickly, and soon a noble family had invited him to a banquet, welcoming him and his house back into the aristocratic society of Demacia. As he stepped out of the carriage, he was greeted by handshakes, whoops, and cheers.
The ball room was pure white with plenty of gold to spare as well. Tints of Demacian blue were seen along several flags that surrounded a small stage that was set up in the far back. A vast table took up the majority of the room, boasting many elegant dishes, ranging from exquisite ham, to rotisserie chickens, to gigantic pigs. If you were to name a Demacian dish, it was there on the table.
Gillam sat at the very far end of the table, right below the stage, where he was visible by everyone in the room. He sipped on a glass of wine. This was the first time he had really been accepted since he was unfrozen. Gillam's smile turned quickly into a frown, as his stomach began to act up. He chuckled silently to himself, he had eaten way too much for him to handle.
((Haven't figured out which noble family should host this. If De Vera is willing to, go right ahead! Otherwise, we could either have others enter, or just have an NPC family, so to speak.))
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
Post by Victus Brightblade on Feb 14, 2013 21:06:22 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Victus was dressed in 'civilized' clothing, A silk long sleeved shirt of black and red, matching silk pants, and leather boots. Another reason he hated parties. He felt naked out of his armor and without his blade, but he could not wear them here. Too many lords to take offense. However should one noble house make an appearance...Victus wasn't sure lack of blade would stop him, however they appeared to not be on the list. Too far north on too little notice, Victus guessed.
Not his problem at the moment, as he at the another end of the table between two lords who SHOULD have been seated next to each other. Even out of his platemail, the two lords were having a bothersome time talking around Victus, and Victus was too stubborn to ask to trade seats and the lords too polite to ask him to, or were afraid of the Freljordian blood they suspected in the man's veins as he sat a head taller than them both.
He ate on the chunk of pig on his plate sparingly. In Freljord, his kin would starve as one, or all have food. He knew that here...it was not the case, but throwing food out would be taken as an insult.
'Damn these nobles and their political games! Soft skinned city dwellers who know nothing of war should not lead men! I should be out fighting the Void or hunting the shadow beasts, not playing this game!' Victus thought to himself, his expression unconsciously scowling as he stared at his plate.
The lords next to him gave each other concerned glances upon noting the souring demeanor and shouted for more wine.
Another thing Victus hated about parties. No mead. Just fancy wines.
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Feb 25, 2013 7:32:31 GMT -5
The carriages had no doubt lined the streets outside and a small grouping of Nobles would begin to filter in as the party progressed through the day and into the evening perhaps. Among them, a particular Countess De'Vera. As she stepped from her carriage, the simple, but elegant dress would become apparent. Clearly this Noble favored simplicities over being overly dressed despite the occasion. She would, however, not be outclassed by her fellow Nobles by the clothes they might wear. While the dress she wore for this event wasn't overly extravagant, it was still beautiful.
The ornaments that she wore would be classic to her, but this time in gold which looked surprisingly good despite her frequent silver preference. Blue gems would compliment the color choice for Demacia, and still inherit some of the color preference of the De'Vera House. The dress was sleek, with a squared neck and long sleeves which were snug against her upper arms, then spread wide and came to points midway down her lower arms. The belt would be similarly colored to match her hair jewelry, and the delicate choker she wore about her neck. Matched in gold at the edges, and primarily a blue for the silky dress. The belt sat somewhat low around her hips, and came to a dip at the front of her pelvis where it'd wrap about itself before extending downward against the front of the skirt. Her shoes were simple, and matched the blue of the dress with light accents of gold around the ankles and the top of the boots.
As she would look around her, she quietly hoped Prince Jarvan might make an appearance soon. She had intended he be her escort this evening, but being that he is a Prince, it might be somewhat delayed in that fact.
The Countess stepped clear of the coach and walked quietly to the door where she would enter, cupping her hands and resting them against her torso as she walked. Many Nobles would pause to look at her; a newly acquired member of the Heads of Household. She was still young, and still learning her position, but it clearly made little impact on the fact that she was kind, and warm to everyone despite what whispers might beckon glances to her from gossiping groups. She paid them no mind, and retained the polite manner in which she addressed people.
Post by Gillam Dunwall on Feb 26, 2013 0:04:20 GMT -5
Gillam was about to decide whether or not to eat another item of food due to his stressing stomach, when he heard of news of another family arriving to the banquet. Sighing, Gillam slowly got up out of his seat, and strolled over to the entrance of the manor to greet the newest guest.
It was none other than the De'Vera family. Gillam had heard much about this House when he had been awakened, especially the rumors about Marabelle De'Vera having some...relations...with the prince himself. Of course, this family wasn't alive during Gillam's time, but still, this guest would no doubt be more interesting than the previous nobles.
Gillam walked outside to be face to face with the Countess herself. He stepped back in sudden shock, but quickly eased up, and regained his regal posture. "Greetings, Countess De'Vera. I am Gillam Dunwall, current head of House Dunwall. I have heard much about your family." Gillam promptly bowed in front of De'Vera.
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
A grand golden carriage approaches the Dunwall manor. It is highly famous and intimidating, meaning a Lightshield has the intent to impress. Just one highly ornate wheel from it is worth more than the average person would make their whole life. It is pulled by two massive white horses who are perfectly groomed and trained extensively. The driver pulls on the reins to have the horses stop precisely in front of the entrance. The horses slow smoothly, not lurching the carriage in the least. The cab drive then quickly gets up from his seat and walks to the side of the carriage and opens the door for the prince, Jarvan Lightshield IV.
Jarvan walks out exerting the utmost self confidence. He is wearing a brand new one of a kind white tux made of the finest cotton money can buy. His undershirt is white, with the slightest striped stitch pattern. His black hair combed neatly to the side and black tie contrast the pearl white perfectly. The buttons and cufflinks are gold, each crafted by an expert blacksmith. His shoes are also brand new, made of a rare black leather. The outfit overall took a week of man hours to complete and was quite expensive.
Nobles seem to swarm the prince immediately, trying to flatter him to get on his good side. He entertains them for the slightest of moments and waves them off. The prince has his sights set on larger things as he approaches the estate.
Post by Victus Brightblade on Feb 26, 2013 12:33:12 GMT -5
The De'Vera woman was worth a bit of note from Victus, but he was not too concerned with her. He was here to play nice with the new noble and to show him that Brightblade house was a fine ally. He wasn't even a bastard of the house and had to do this. However, the arrival of Jarvan IV was most notable. Victus showed respect (in his opinion) of not rushing towards him like a hound asking for a bone, like so many of the other nobles. Fashionably late as he was, this might have been an attempt at attention, but Victus was no nobleman playing politics and one-up-man-ships.
When the Prince reached the table, Victus would stand, give a short bow with a fist over his own heart, and sit down after the Prince had seated.
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Mar 1, 2013 7:20:04 GMT -5
As Gillam would address her, the fair Countess curtsied gently in response, lowering her head in a polite bow before straightening. "Gillam Dunwall. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." She said politely, allowing her smile to reappear easily, and genuinely. There was nothing fake about this woman. Everything she did, she did with her heart, and soul dedicated to it. "Thank you for your invitation."
Her Family was old, but not quite of Noble status until the last couple of generations. It might show in how she handles herself, as her family were always the type to be modest about things, and lend a helping hand to those who needed it. She treated everyone as an equal, no matter their status.
As Belle heard the flock of Nobles rush out, and the ramble about the Prince arriving, she would softly smile in Jarvan's direction. She bore no jealousy, or made any attempt to move to him. She seemed fine with the crowd gawking at him, knowing he was bound to have many, many fans and people in search of gaining favor.
"It's good to see Prince Jarvan could find the time to attend your party. I imagine he has some level of respect for you, to take time from his schedule to be here." She said encouragingly, having heard some rumor regarding Gillam's reinstatement as a Noble.
She turned back to Gillam and offered a polite bow before starting inside, glancing back to see if he intended to follow or remain outside to greet the Prince. She was fine with either. As she approached the table, she would offer Victus a warm smile. She wouldn't sit quite yet, waiting for Jarvan to make his way inside and find himself a seat.
"Hello." She said to Victus as she stood near the table. In truth, she didn't know who he was. She hadn't met most of the Nobles face to face, only heard of them. And being how formal the party seemed, most wouldn't be wearing their typical armor. Something they'd be more easily identified by.
Post by Victus Brightblade on Mar 1, 2013 10:00:14 GMT -5
The De'Vera woman has all these nobles to speak to, and she goes to talk to the ONE Baseborn Freljordian. Victus was getting moderately peeved. He had hoped to not get any attention from anyone.
The two nobles who had been sitting beside him had gone to see the Prince and Victus was still standing waiting on the Prince to sit.
Victus kept the irritation off of his face, albeit he still looked uncomfortable to say the least. He gave De'Vera a bow.
"Greetings. I am Victus Brightblade, Last son of Grimcleaver Clan, Oathsworn of Tryndamere and of Brightblade house. Am I correct in thinking you are the Lady De'Vera?"
The prince strut into the Dunwall home to be saluted by Victus. He gives an accepting nod towards his direction while he walked to the table. "Thank you Sir Brightblade." Jarvan then takes a moment to survey the room to see who decided to attend tonight's dinner. He spots Belle in her striking blue and gold dress and makes his way to her. He takes a hold of one of her hands and gives her a peck on the cheek. "You look as beautiful as ever my dear." He can't help but smile when a few nobles audibly protest to his display of affection towards the De'Vera woman.
Jarvan picks the closest available chair and seats himself it in. After getting situated he turns to Belle. "Sit here Belle." The prince points to the chair next to his, reserving it.
Post by Gillam Dunwall on Mar 1, 2013 17:13:49 GMT -5
Gillam proceeded to watch the prince's procession into the dining hall, then followed him in as well, sitting down in his seat at the far end of the table.
He noticed the rest of the nobles conversing, but didn't join in. Instead, he fingered his pendant, one of the few relics that he had kept from his era. Sure, it was just a pendant, but other than his armor and weapons, he ha nothing to remind him that he lived almost 100 years ago. It had a special place in his memory, and he wanted to keep it.
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
The prince strut into the Dunwall home to be saluted by Victus. He gives an accepting nod towards his direction while he walked to the table. "Thank you Sir Brightblade." Jarvan then takes a moment to survey the room to see who decided to attend tonight's dinner. He spots Belle in her striking blue and gold dress and makes his way to her. He takes a hold of one of her hands and gives her a peck on the cheek. "You look as beautiful as ever my dear." He can't help but smile when a few nobles audibly protest to his display of affection towards the De'Vera woman.
Jarvan picks the closest available chair and seats himself it in. After getting situated he turns to Belle. "Sit here Belle." The prince points to the chair next to his, reserving it.
When people made a fuss about the prince's choice in women, Victus growled.
"Men and women have the right to follow their hearts. You can take that talk of who is right from whom and sallow it with your 500 crown wine. Such talk is petty and shows me you are not worthy of your station. It is disgraceful to voice suspicions privately to others, Much less to the Prince's face. I am GLAD not to so highly placed in society as those who speak down to others for reasons of bloodlines."
Victus stood and spat at the feet of some of the nobles who had spoken out. He turned towards the Prince and Gillam.
"Apologies for my outburst, but suddenly the wine has soured. I will be outside."
And with that, Victus removed himself from the room.
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Mar 2, 2013 9:07:42 GMT -5
Belle smiled all the more when she heard his long introduction. She found it fascinating, hearing that he was oath sworn to Tryndamere as well. She would curtsy lightly in response, "I am. It's wonderful to meet you, Sir Victus Brightblade." She was about to say something else, when Jarvan appeared beside her and took her hand. Her cheeks helplessly tinted a gentle hue of pink as she was kissed on the cheek openly. The affection was something she was still getting use to, but that didn't mean she wasn't enjoying it. He was always so kind to her, and she enjoyed his company always.
She bowed her head politely to Victus as Jarvan started to guide her away, smiling warmly to the Knight before following after the Prince. When she'd settle, she noticed Victus looking rather displeased. It startled her to hear him speak out against the displeasure of the other Nobles that had attended the party, causing a concerned look to form. Jarvan would receive a worried glance, before she rose back to her feet elegantly. Her hands cupped around Jarvan's as she spoke quietly, "Excuse me a moment." Moving then to follow Victus outside.
Belle quietly approached Victus as she arrived outside, stepping up beside him with her gaze moving to the sky and the stars twinkling ever vividly against its blackened mass. "I apologize for the behavior of the Nobles inside." She said softly, her hands cupping against the front of her torso with a content look settled upon her features. She didn't mind the little quips from people. It was the nature of the beast, and she had long ago accepted that its teeth can sometimes look fierce, but were often too dull to really do any harm.
Post by Gillam Dunwall on Mar 2, 2013 14:04:27 GMT -5
Gillam listened to Victus speak intently, until he stormed out of the room in anger. He followed both Marabelle and Victus, though stopped for a second. He was the guest of honor, and if he wasn't respected amongst the other nobles, his reputation might waver.
He sighed, and sat back down in his seat, noticing the other nobles who had made the remarks nod in approval. He felt bad about Victus, but he was sure Marabelle would talk to him later.
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
Belle smiled all the more when she heard his long introduction. She found it fascinating, hearing that he was oath sworn to Tryndamere as well. She would curtsy lightly in response, "I am. It's wonderful to meet you, Sir Victus Brightblade." She was about to say something else, when Jarvan appeared beside her and took her hand. Her cheeks helplessly tinted a gentle hue of pink as she was kissed on the cheek openly. The affection was something she was still getting use to, but that didn't mean she wasn't enjoying it. He was always so kind to her, and she enjoyed his company always.
She bowed her head politely to Victus as Jarvan started to guide her away, smiling warmly to the Knight before following after the Prince. When she'd settle, she noticed Victus looking rather displeased. It startled her to hear him speak out against the displeasure of the other Nobles that had attended the party, causing a concerned look to form. Jarvan would receive a worried glance, before she rose back to her feet elegantly. Her hands cupped around Jarvan's as she spoke quietly, "Excuse me a moment." Moving then to follow Victus outside.
Belle quietly approached Victus as she arrived outside, stepping up beside him with her gaze moving to the sky and the stars twinkling ever vividly against its blackened mass. "I apologize for the behavior of the Nobles inside." She said softly, her hands cupping against the front of her torso with a content look settled upon her features. She didn't mind the little quips from people. It was the nature of the beast, and she had long ago accepted that its teeth can sometimes look fierce, but were often too dull to really do any harm.
Victus was leaning against a railing overlooking the city. It was a glorious sight if one looked at the lights and the architecture, but Victus saw the beggars and orphans starving. His fist clenched and unclenched. Ever time he came to Demacia he saw this hypocrisy. Justice was letting a man starve while you feasted to death? Victus could fight many foes, but this was not one of them.
The lady interrupted his thoughts, and Victus kept his gaze on the streets below, trying to hide his glowering stare and keep his barbarian nature in check.
"Milady, it is not your place to apologize for the curs inside. They need to beg forgiveness from you. If you were a Freljordian in Freljord, you would be allowed to take a pound of flesh from their hide. The Prince's choice in women is NOT their concern. They should not punish you for following your heart."
Victus growled that last sentence out.
"Please go back to your Prince and enjoy yourself, I am foul company to keep right now. I will remain out here until I feel the urge to choke one of those lordlings passes."
Jarvan has to hide a grin at Victus' outburst. He was glad that finally someone of high stature didn't disapprove of his relationship with Belle. He made a mental note that he could trust Victus. He nods as Belle excuses herself with a worried look upon her face. "Hurry back my dear." He kisses her hand and sends her on her way. He then notices Gillam's hesitation to follow and him sitting back down.
"Do not worry Sir Dunwall, Belle has a way with words. She will be able to quell his anger." He nods towards Gillam, attempting to reassure him. "And if you were smart you would be kind to Countess De'Vera. She may be the queen of Demacia some day. I would hate it if your snide remarks came back to bite you." He says this last part to no one in particular.
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