Post by Blaz on Mar 28, 2015 20:34:49 GMT -5
Blaz did not speak when Lindear objected to Wild's account of the Parisian struggles. He waited to see what his wife would do with the opposition. Lord Elrond appeared to be on her defense as well, countering the elf lord's questions with his own. It seemed that Glendor and Lindear were not prepared for so many voices against them at once.
Still standing, Blaz heard Wild's question about helping the people of Brunian as well as their own people. “We must first get past the petty idea that human and elves are separated by some magical barrier. When this world was born, the humans floundered like fish drawn out of the water. Had it not been for the elves or the Kamalli, they would have fallen to ruin. In return, they helped us in battles with the more repulsive beasts of this land, forging an alliance in honor and blood. True the human leaders have strayed from the path we taught them long ago, but it can still be undone. It is time the elves swallowed their pride and did the noble thing – guide the floundering fish back to their pond.”
Haidar smiled at Blaz's use of words. “Floundering we may be, but we still have pride, great prince. Pray do not use such language outside of this hall, especially in the presence of our leaders. You may have your mother's grace, but you also inherited King Thanos's blunt words.”
As he was such old friends with the Kamalli leader, Blaz was not offended by this apparently damaging statement. Radella, herself, chuckled in her sleeve, knowing very well how her husband's humble roots would leave little room for eloquent speech.
When Wild asked if there were any known allies for the throne, Haidar knew the time was upon them for the reveal. “There are a few candidates that have blood claim to the crown,” he began, leaning his hands upon the table. This was something he always did when the conversation became serious and Blaz knew the trick. “I myself could claim it through my mother's blood . . . yet, I have grown fond of my command of the Kamalli.”
“Get to the point, commander,” snapped the Queen, sensing a rustle of talk from Glendor's side of the table. “Is there a heir or not?”
“There is, my lady,” came a new voice and all heads turned towards the chamber door. Ardis walked forward with her head held high. Though she was dressed in a simple gown, Haidar could make out the colors of their family crest, the crest of Glaskin's House, the royal house of Brunian. Around her waist was her sword belt, a reminder that she was a trained warrior as well as a Lady.
At her side walked a second figure. This one walked with a stiff stride, the torchlight glistening off the armor surrounding them. A cloak was set about the shoulders, mocking the robes worn by a king. Upon the head sat a magnificent helm of silver and stone. At the end of the table, the armored figure stopped and glanced up at the Queen. In a swift movement, a hand came from beneath the cloak hem, small, slender fingers pulling the helm back. A red braid tumbled across the warrior's shoulders and a few people gasped.
“I am Ailsa, only child of Queen Nesea and King Ulric and heir to the throne of Brunian.”
*Note: Her armor is actually silver, but there wasn't an option for that in the doll maker.
Still standing, Blaz heard Wild's question about helping the people of Brunian as well as their own people. “We must first get past the petty idea that human and elves are separated by some magical barrier. When this world was born, the humans floundered like fish drawn out of the water. Had it not been for the elves or the Kamalli, they would have fallen to ruin. In return, they helped us in battles with the more repulsive beasts of this land, forging an alliance in honor and blood. True the human leaders have strayed from the path we taught them long ago, but it can still be undone. It is time the elves swallowed their pride and did the noble thing – guide the floundering fish back to their pond.”
Haidar smiled at Blaz's use of words. “Floundering we may be, but we still have pride, great prince. Pray do not use such language outside of this hall, especially in the presence of our leaders. You may have your mother's grace, but you also inherited King Thanos's blunt words.”
As he was such old friends with the Kamalli leader, Blaz was not offended by this apparently damaging statement. Radella, herself, chuckled in her sleeve, knowing very well how her husband's humble roots would leave little room for eloquent speech.
When Wild asked if there were any known allies for the throne, Haidar knew the time was upon them for the reveal. “There are a few candidates that have blood claim to the crown,” he began, leaning his hands upon the table. This was something he always did when the conversation became serious and Blaz knew the trick. “I myself could claim it through my mother's blood . . . yet, I have grown fond of my command of the Kamalli.”
“Get to the point, commander,” snapped the Queen, sensing a rustle of talk from Glendor's side of the table. “Is there a heir or not?”
“There is, my lady,” came a new voice and all heads turned towards the chamber door. Ardis walked forward with her head held high. Though she was dressed in a simple gown, Haidar could make out the colors of their family crest, the crest of Glaskin's House, the royal house of Brunian. Around her waist was her sword belt, a reminder that she was a trained warrior as well as a Lady.
At her side walked a second figure. This one walked with a stiff stride, the torchlight glistening off the armor surrounding them. A cloak was set about the shoulders, mocking the robes worn by a king. Upon the head sat a magnificent helm of silver and stone. At the end of the table, the armored figure stopped and glanced up at the Queen. In a swift movement, a hand came from beneath the cloak hem, small, slender fingers pulling the helm back. A red braid tumbled across the warrior's shoulders and a few people gasped.
“I am Ailsa, only child of Queen Nesea and King Ulric and heir to the throne of Brunian.”
*Note: Her armor is actually silver, but there wasn't an option for that in the doll maker.