Ina Isadel.   Posted by The Wild.Group: 0
The Wild
 GM, 18 posts
Fri 16 Oct 2015
at 03:18
Ina Isadel
Stretching from the Seething Sea to the east, all the way to the borders of its unfortunate neighbors in a nearby valley, the Land of the Black Earth to the west, Ina Isadel is home to the Shirennae elves. This ancient dynasty is nearly as old as their primary rivals, the Kaisain elves to the north, and they have defended Bonewood Pass for centuries from their distant, soot-smeared kin. This fecund valley on the slopes of Kaisan and Kumlun ranges looks wild and untouched, with not a single paved stone besmirching its web-work of tree roots with a road. The forest teems with life, however, and doubtlessly dozens of sharp-eyed Isadellian scouts, perched high in the canopies and armed with short bows and legendary aim.

High above the endless sea of foliage towers the mighty boughs of Great Asalune, serving as Ina Isadel's palace and capital. Around it are the few artifices and constructions this strange culture allows itself; blazing white defensive walls buttress the mighty trunk of the Great Asalune, and its crenelations are lined with dozens of archers and mages at the ready.

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Rhosalith of the Icy Dawn
 player, 3 posts
Sat 17 Oct 2015
at 21:55
Ina Isadel
In the caverns and corridors between Asalune's roots, Rhosalith began to wake. Baring her teeth in a yawn she stretched, working muscles and ligaments grown stiff and cold. With a glance at the chamber she worked her way through the halls until she found a good place to shoulder out of the darkness and into the light.

Birdsong greeted the young dragon's appearance, serenading the shaking of stones and earth from between her scales. The entrance would need to be shored up and hidden, later, but the others wouldn't arrive just yet. So Rhosalith jumped to perch on a root and looked up at the protective stone encasing her tree. Hm. Useful.

With another yawn she took to the air, spiraling up the tree to reach the boughs. Faintly she heard the startled cries of her tree's other inhabitants, but having already moved on she didn't quite care. Some kind of open-air high-altitude courtyard caught her eye, mostly because it held a number of elves covered in shiny things - precious stones, glittering metals, and fabrics that shimmered in the sunlight. She twisted in the air and landed in front of the group, capturing all eyes in a moment. She drew herself up to her impressive height and remarked, quite pleasantly, "Good morning."

Rhosalith of the Icy Dawn rolled 4,4 using 1d4,1d4.  Splendor + Cunning + Energy 2. 32 Total to garner admiration and start negotiations.

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The Wild
 GM, 40 posts
Mon 19 Oct 2015
at 04:02
Ina Isadel

20:54, Today: The Wild rolled 2 using 1d4.  Ina Isadel resistance roll. [Development Levelx4 - 2 Magic Penalty]. Ina Isadel rolls a 28 on their resistance.


The Elven Parliament that lay at the base of the Great Asalune looked on in utter astonishment as a dragon crawled its way out from beneath the roots of their combined monument and capital.

After a long moment of stunned silence, one elf stepped forward. Clearly an elder of his race, he wore resplendent white robes and appeared to be an official of some type, or at least very wealthy, judging by his clothing. He answered Kameko in the draconic tongue, which strongly implied knowledge of magic. "G-good morning," he answered reluctantly. "Who are you? Where did you come from? Why have you rent the roots of the Great Asalune?

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Rhosalith of the Icy Dawn
 player, 7 posts
Mon 19 Oct 2015
at 21:06
Ina Isadel
The dragon inclined her head. "I am called Rhosalith, elder elf. I come from my den among the Great Asalune's roots, in caverns formed by the hands of time. I did no harm in entrance or exit." Her tail stroked the Asalune's bar in a way that could be taken as fond, though the proper emotion was more possessive than anything. "I would never hurt my home."
The Wild
 GM, 45 posts
Tue 20 Oct 2015
at 03:48
Ina Isadel
Still looking somewhat slack-jawed,  the avuncular elf before Rhosalith suddenly twisted his head around to snap an order at one of his (probably many) underlings. "Go inform the Queen!" he hissed in the elvish tongue, a language Rhosalith was pleased to find she was apparently fluent in.

When he returned his gaze to Rhosalith, he dipped his head in a respectful nod. He addressed Rhosalith again in the draconic tongue, his intentions resonating more clearly and purely with the ancient syllables. "Your conscientiousness is appreciated, lady dragonness. My name is Kulyin, First Speaker of House Shirennae. May I ask...  why have you emerged now? Where did you come from? Excuse me... but, even one as old as I believed the dragons all dead."
Rhosalith of the Icy Dawn
 player, 8 posts
Tue 20 Oct 2015
at 05:03
Ina Isadel
Rhosalith smiled at Kulyin. "Not dead, First Speaker, but sleeping. It is our way to separate the generations, that parent and child do not kill each other in a contest over territory."

She turned her head to gaze out across the treetops, a pensive expression on her face. "Instead it is the fate of the clutch to do so, brother and sister fighting for the right to continue their own bloodline. Even now my siblings rise from their dens and prepare to go to war, driven by instinct to extinguish all that would oppose their rule." After a moment she shook it off and looked at Kulyin again. "My apologies, First Speaker. It appears I am of a somewhat philosophical mind. I do not mean to frighten you, but I do wish to negotiate peace and cooperation between myself and your people. Are you the one to whom I must speak?" She knew it wasn't, not with a Queen to inform, but fanning his ego couldn't hurt.

Whatever doesn't fit the setting can be Rhosalith lying her tail off. I don't know how much of that would be a lie, but it's better than trapping everyone else in my assumptions.
The Wild
 GM, 49 posts
Wed 21 Oct 2015
at 04:58
Ina Isadel
[OOC: Ha! No, that's pretty much it re: "canon".]

Kuylin is silent for a long moment, looking paralyzed with thought. Finally, he answers. "If you truly come in peace, lady dragnoness, you must speak to the Queen. Her palace is above you, in the boughs of Great Asalune.  She should be expecting you by now," he said, clasping his hands behind his back, his expression neutral.
Rhosalith of the Icy Dawn
 player, 9 posts
Thu 22 Oct 2015
at 04:12
Ina Isadel
"I have no quarrel with any elf, First Speaker. Peace would only benefit us all." Rhosalith inclined herself again. "I would be honored to meet your Queen."
The Wild
 GM, 54 posts
Fri 23 Oct 2015
at 20:11
Ina Isadel
Kulyin stared at Rhosalith for a long, pregnant moment, regarding her rather like one regards a poisonous snake or a meddling wasp; no sudden movements, so as to avoid the toxic sting. Finally, he whispered to an aide of his in the draconic tongue, speaking just loud enough for their scaly guest to overhear. "Tarkith? Please escort our illustrious guest to the Queen's court so the Grand Parliament may resume its admittedly mundane business. My apologies, lady dragoness, but I will join you once I've finished our session."

The First Speaker then endeavored  (somewhat vainly) to resume the business of the Parliament, even as a majority of the participants continued to stare in open, slack-jawed astonishment at the dragon.

Soon, a young, petite-even-by-elven-standards aide approached Rhosalith and delivered a sweeping bow. With beckoning gestures, he began to walk the shining white marble staircase that curved its way up Great Asalune's defensive fortifications. Apparently, the elves had designed the Queen's palace in such a manner that one had to pass through these impressive bulwarks before one could reach the boughs that lead to the regal court proper. It was a clever tactic... but of course, a dragon could simply fly, and enter the palace that was plainly visible in Great Asalune's canopy, glittering like a strange arboreal pearl.

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Rhosalith of the Icy Dawn
 player, 10 posts
Fri 23 Oct 2015
at 23:02
Ina Isadel
Rhosalith wanted to roll her eyes, but knew she'd be better off respecting her neighbors and their traditions. She did however hover by the aide and ask, "Might I carry you to our destination? It would be swifter, I think."
The Wild
 GM, 57 posts
Mon 26 Oct 2015
at 05:59
Ina Isadel
Tarkith quivers with fear for a few moments before acquiescing to being carried. Launching herself into the air in an elegant vertical take-off while young Tarkith squirmed in the grip of her middle foreclaw, Rhosalith soared right up to the central branches of Great Asalune. The Palace hung like a whimsical, pearly orb of fruit from the impossibly large branch. Rhosalith's talons clacked against marble tile. Tiles had been hauled up to the canopy of the great tree and inlaid into the living wood, either at great expense or through powerful, nature-bending magic.

Trumpets blared and great drums began to pound, heralding Rhosalith's arrival, but none of the several squadrons of elven soldiers on patrol here make an aggressive move against the dragon. Arrows were knocked on the few dozens bows Rhosalith saw, but none dared pull their string taut in Rhosalith's presence. At least, not yet.

Descending down into the Palace (for it clung to the underside of Great Asalune's highest bow like a ripe pear or a tear drop), Rhosalith found herself before the Queen completely unmolested. She looks regal, yet terrified. "So it's true," is all she says in draconic, doing her best to stare Rhosalith down.
Rhosalith of the Icy Dawn
 player, 11 posts
Wed 28 Oct 2015
at 22:43
Ina Isadel
Rhosalith lay on the floor of the throne room like a gigantic cat and gave the Queen a gentle, languid blink. "That a dragon dwells beneath your palace? That others are rising with murderous intent? That this one desires peace with you and yours? All quite true."
The Wild
 GM, 59 posts
Thu 29 Oct 2015
at 02:44
Ina Isadel
"Yes, that." The Queen remained impassive, though whether frozen with fear or imperceptibly quivering with fury, Rhosalith couldn't quite tell. "It's good to hear you desire peace, lady dragonness. The good news is that that the people of Ina Isadel desire the same. Even better, peace between us can be quite easily obtained. Merely leave my palace and fly very far away from Great Asalune; you have my word as ruler of this ancient wood that my subjects will not bother you if you do not bother us."

It was at this moment that Tarkith took the initiative to squirm his way out of Rhosalith's grasp. It appears she had been holding onto him in an absent-minded manner this entire time. He retreated toward the Queen's throne to quake and quiver in terror for the remainder of the palpably tense meeting.

[OOC: As much as I appreciate your dedication to roleplay, be aware you're going to have invest some Energy and roll some bones in order to have an actual effect on the queen. As this is a playtest and I'm eager to try out the mechanics of the game, I'm going to be hewing pretty close to the letter of the rules. My logic here is it'd be somewhat unfair (in a PvP game at least) for me to give you extra Wealth, Awe or Terror just for being a dedicated roleplayer.]