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| Damian Troy | Apr 19 2007, 12:38 AM Post #1 |
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Black Widow Warlord Prince :: Ruler of Hayll
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Damian Troy was guided to a table in the back of a Hayllian restaurant. It wasn’t the best in Draega. It wasn’t one that catered to aristos of the hundred-families. No this was something that the commoners often visited. That was why Damian was here. His broken mother was safely tucked away in one of her families’ houses. It wasn’t a place he would have visited, but he had enough webs and shields wrapped around her that nothing could happen. Damian did wonder why her family the Draaks cared now after all these years. But he already knew the answer, who did want to be allied with the future warlord prince of Hayll? He had already made his move and everything was going as planned. The current queen would fall into ruin and Damian would take her place. He had the support of most of the dark jewels and many of the lighter jewels. He had friends and allies in every social standing, from the aristos to even the slaves. All Damian wanted was to care for Hayll; he wanted the old laws honored again. He smiled at himself finding his overtake not exactly honorable. The waitress came by and Damian placed his order; a simple bread and soup. The waitress gave a sultry smile, something Damian was used too. But tonight he felt like playing along. He gave a wink and the waitress giggled before moving onto the next table. Damian leaned back in his back, relaxing as he looked around the restaurant. Maybe he could find someone interesting, someone that could help him. |
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| Raina Troy | Apr 26 2007, 12:43 AM Post #2 |
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Black Widow Priestess :: High Priestess of Hayll :: First Circle
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Raina Troy was one beautiful woman, one that could have stepped out of a fairy tale story that parents told their children. She was born and bred an Aristocrat, and with every graceful move, she reminded everyone around her of that fact. And maybe that is why she felt so out of place in this particular place. As, she watched her brother move about the restaurant and tavern with a comfortable ease that made this young Black Widow Priestess green with envy. She felt so much like an outsider among these rough and tumble fellows, and for a moment she wish she was back in with the circle she was raised up about. It was a fleeting moment, one that she turned aside with a bittersweet sigh. She was an important person in her brother’s court. A Green Jeweled Black Widow Priestess, one that had just been raised to the rank of High Priestess of Hayll. A position she didn’t think that she was qualified or ready for, but one she threw herself in with an eager enthusiasm. Sighing once more, she winds her way through the same path that her brother had just taken and settled down in the seat across from him, trying not to look too uncomfortable or out of place. Giving the Warlord Prince a sassy smile, she placed her hands steeple on the table, “So what is good here?” |
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| Damian Troy | Jun 10 2007, 11:20 PM Post #3 |
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Damian watched his sister as she entered the Tavern. He hadn’t expected her to come with him tonight. She usually preferred to stay away from these…places. He didn’t think it was that she thought herself above these men. He watched the different reactions to her presence. He knew she sister was a beauty, a catch for any man. His instincts sharpen, the need to protect encompassed every thought as his sister took a sit across from him. He knew every male around him would feel his rising temper, he was knew for a having one. One he wasn’t afraid to unleash his temper. He closed his eyes, using his sister presence to calm his explosive temper. He opened his eyes and gave his sister a cocky grin. “I’m protective; you know that,” He shrugged, “as to what is good the stew is wonderful. So is the roast chicken.” He called a waitress over and over a bowl of stew, a half of a roast chicken, as well as a tankard of ale. He looked at his sister, waiting her to order. He knew what the waitress was thinking, that was a lot of food for one person. But Damian loved food. |
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| Raina Troy | Jun 18 2007, 04:52 PM Post #4 |
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Black Widow Priestess :: High Priestess of Hayll :: First Circle
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Raina slid into the chair that was offered to her and gracefully sat down. She saw the looks that had been given to her as she walked by and understood why they were carefully hidden behind a veil. She had found out that her brother had and Eyrien temper and most people feared it. However, Damian’s temper didn’t compare to their father’s. She was scared of her father. Shaking her head to get unhappy thoughts out of her head, she watched as her brother ordered a mountain of food. He always did eat overly much. The Black Widow Priestess couldn’t fathom where he put it all as her brother never gained an ounce. Smiling softly up at the waitress, she just ordered a bowl of stew. She never could eat much when she was the center of attention, and sitting here with Damian, their table was bound to be the center of attention. “So other than food,” she causally asked as she looked at her brother over her drink, “What is on tonight’s agenda?” It was as a simple enough question, but as with most Black Widows there was a hidden meaning behind it. She was here to protect her brother as much as she was to hang out with him. Protect from what? She didn’t know, but the need was there nevertheless. |
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| Damian Troy | Jun 20 2007, 03:02 AM Post #5 |
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Damian Troy merely raised an eyebrow as his sister ordered a bowl of stew. She slowly shook his head, “sister you need to eat more. You wear the Green you body will burn, don’t sweat about maybe putting a few pounds on because you won’t.” He looked around the tavern before looking at his sister again. “Well besides a good hearty meal, I am just listening to the rumors. He unshielded a web that was woven into his jewel setting. He met his sister’s golden gaze before shielding the web again. It would pick up whispers and conversions which he could play back later. “Rumors provide a invaluable way of gathering information. For behind every rumor is a truth.” He kept his voice low, unwanting to be heard by anyone but his sister. He leaned back as the waitress brought their meals. She set his roast chicken and stew in front of him as well as the ale. Than she set his sister’s order in front of Raina. After she had left he took a bite of stew before speaking again. “I like being around this class of people. They are more honest, carefree and trusting than any Aristo I know. It’s refreshing.” |
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| Lior Uriel | Jun 29 2007, 11:37 PM Post #6 |
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Naturally Lior had grown bored of Dhemlan, while it was in the state it was. She had walked in like she just a nobody but in the little black dress, it seemed to draw immeidate attention from the Aristos. Within moments she was seated in the only unoccupied booth along with her escort. Though, it hadn't escaped her's or her escort's that they had attracted immediate attention. No one paid a second glance to what jewel she wore, it seemed unimportant. Lior knew exactly why. Typically when boyos looked at her either, it was a queen to swear your life to or a witch to warm their bed. Lior hadn't even had a chance to order when boyos began to flock towards her. Lucky for her, her escort had placed her order for her while she entertained the boyos. "Lady," one of the boyos spoke kissing her hand. "Would you grant me and my friends the pleasure of your company? Without your escort of course." 'Mother Night he's an idiot.' Lior thought to herself. "I really couldn't," She said looking very smug as he stomped off being a very prissy aristo. It went on like that for ffteeen minutes until several boyos were seated next to her laughing about the current ruler of Dhemlan, Terreille and how she deserved an old fashioned execution. |
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| Damian Troy | Jul 11 2007, 09:40 PM Post #7 |
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Damian was enjoying his food, keeping on eye on his sister as she took a few bites. He worried about her a lot, she had suffered much at then hands of their father. Damian had been a abused but it was a clean abuse…Raina’s abuse was emotional, sexual and physical. She was having a lot to over come, he’d do his best to be there for her. He only wished he could find his other sister Caitriona. But he seemed to be having no such luck. He looked up as a woman and her escort entered the tavern. He hadn’t seen her before. He watched the queen flirt with some of the Aristo males who dropped into less often them Damian. They didn’t seem to happy that she turned them down, she was being smart. Those males were known for being…rough. He hadn’t been able to pin rape on them or even a broken but he knew there were victims some where. He turned back to his food, keeping his ears open. He heard the young queen talking about the Dhemlan ruler, who happened to be his cousin. He and his cousin didn’t care for each other. He faulted his aunt as she had been promised Kain Troy his father but he’s father changed his mind and took Rashel as his wife. His had had become jealous and did anything to hurt Rashel and Damian. He’d loved to find someone to take over Dhemlan. He looked to his sister, a glint in his eyes. “You know I would love to remove my sister from the throne of Dhemlan.” He said it loud enough to attract some attention. |
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