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Imperial Romance

The Iron Citadel

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a part of Imperial Romance, by RogueSage.

Imperal Palace.

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This structure has been home to the Imperal Family for more then 300 years. It's name is derived from the unique quality of its stonework which has a iron coloration.
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The Iron Citadel

Imperal Palace.

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The Iron Citadel is a part of Ferrum the Iron Imperium.


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GM: The Iron Citadel stands ready to recive its young master's guests. The Imperal Road, the highway that conects all cities in the Emprie to the capitial, is lined with soldiers of the Imperial army. Once inside the fortress one would note that the Black Guard, the personal protecters of the Imperal family are at parade rest.

It becomes overcast, and a short while later it begins to rain...

Victor: Victor Khan paced the Grand Hall of his fortress home. He was begining to display an unsual anxety. He knew he should have nothing to wory about but, He could not help himself, today he was going to meet the daughters of his nations traditional enemies. He had put his most trusted general, an Iron Knight known as the Judge, at the gates to welcome them to his home. He had assigned his Court Witch to the entrence hall. She was to bring the girls after their arrival to the Grand Hall. Still, even with all the preperations complete, he was concered. Maybe it had to due with the fact that he had broke with tradion in how he dressed to meet his guests. Instead of wearing the tradional dress armor, and uniform of an Imperal host he had decided to wear his favored black robes. In the end all he could do is try to relax and wait.

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It is time. Heaving a drawn out sigh, Rowan de Luca tugged her purple plaid shawl tighter around her shoulders. She smoothed down her jade dress with her skinny hands – almost too skinny, she mused – and allowed a maid to adjust the black witch’s hat that sat upon her head. She had been forewarned that she was to appear presentable, as not to tarnish the Empire’s reputation. For today, in a matter of hours, the four princesses – each hailing from each of the neighbouring kingdoms – would arrive at the fortress, as marital candidates. When she had received the order, she had been angered that yet another thing was expected of her, when she had already given up her livelihood for the Empire but she had obeyed, like the loyal dog she was.

“It sickens me,” Rowan murmured to herself, as she exited her bed chamber. “That anyone would consider marrying him.” Victor Khan. She pursued her lips at the thought of the prince of the Iron Empire, as she walked down the long, empty hallway, her footsteps echoing softly. Victor Khan was the son of the man who had executed her mother and stolen her sight, and she hated him with a burning ferocity. If it was not for the generations old alliance between the Empire and the de Lucas, she would have murdered him without hesitation. However, she was the Court Witch and it was her duty to carry out Victor Khan’s orders without complaint. Not to mention she would be promptly executed if she dared to slay the heir to the throne.

Arriving at the Grand Hall, Rowan carefully slotted herself into her usual position – between two pillars, hidden within the shadows. She observed silently as Victor Khan paced the room, the sound of his pacing indicating that he was unusually anxious today. Smirking, she folded her arms and leaned against a pillar, the cool stone chilly against her back. Although she could not see, she could still ‘observe’ her surroundings, by listening to the sounds around her. She also knew the layout of the fortress inside out, from living within its walls so many years. “I hope something interesting will happen…” Rowan muttered quietly to herself, as she waited dutifully, in case she was given any orders.

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Rowan tilted her head towards the sound of Judge’s voice – a rough and mechanical sound. She greeted Judge with a curt nod before slowly shifting her blank gaze in the direction of the sound of shuffling feet, presuming that the scuffling sound belonged to the royal party she was required to escort to Victor Khan. “I greet you most humbly, your majesty,” Rowan purred, pulling a strained smile as she greeted the royalty with a stiff curtsy. Straightening herself, she gestured towards the Grand Hall. “His… majesty, anticipates your presence. If you will follow me.” With one last blank glance, she slunk out from the shadows and led the royals to into the Grand Hall. “Your majesty.” Rowan lowered her empty gaze towards the floor, as one of lower status was expected to do. Although she was blind, she did have a vague recollection of the prince’s appearance as a child, before the accident had occurred. He was such an ugly child. “If you will excuse me, your majesties.” Rowan curtsied once before standing up and returning to her original position – between two pillars, hidden within the shadows.

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Victor turned abruptly at the entrence of his first guest, and was suprised to see it was the elven princess that had arrived. He had believed that she would mearly spurn his offer. However, upon regaining his composure, he behaved in the maner he had been taught. He bowed low to the princess, and introduced himself. Casting a glance at his Court Witch to thank her for her services, he noticed the hostility radiating from her. It was well conceled and if not for his long relationship with her it would be conceled. He knew at some point he would need to confront her on this issue, however he had guests arriving and they to priority. So, the only thing he said, and coldly at that, was "Thank you Rowan, your Loyal service is appriated." Returning his attention to his guest he gestures to a seat at one of the tables in the Grand Hall, and says, "please have a seat."

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Victor kept an eye on the princess of the elven kingdom, using his peripheral vision. He noticed that she was keeping an eye on him, but only when it seemed as if he was not looking. After a quick evaluation of her he realized that she must be as nervous as he was. He had to admit that this brought him a small degree of comfort, as it meant that he had not been the only one thinking about this event. After a brief moment of reflection he decided to start a conversation with her.

Victor walks over to the table with the princess seated at it, and pulls out a chair directly across from her. Once, she finishes her prayer to her goddess he says with a roguish smile," Princess it seems you are as on edge as me. So, I see we have two options we can sit around and look awkward, or we can have a dialog. So, I will go first, whats your favorite color?"

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Victor waited for the princess' response when he heard his next guest arrive. Rising to his feet he tells the elf girl, "you still need to answer the question," almost as an after thought he adds, "Oh, black and the various blues are mine." Turning to his new guest his expression quickly changes to one quite guarded, for his new guest was the princess of Lilith the succubi nation. He distinctly recalled what the Judge had told him, 'that they where not to be trusted, for they possess the power to cloud judgement.' Victor had to addmit to himself he could understand why, her choice of attire was did flatter her form quite well. Never to be one to make his guests stand he guestures to the seat he just vacated and says, "Princess, please come sit here with the my other guests."