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tushanshu_logs2014-01-09 01:22 pm
alderwood) wrote in tushanshu_logs2014-01-09 01:22 pm
open audience; the alderwood emperor
Characters: The Alderwood Emperor and anyone who seek to speak with him
Date: January 8th
Location: The Palace of Landed Sky
Situation: The expected holding of an audience for any that care to speak with the newly appointed Alderwood Emperor.
Warnings/Rating: N/A; to be updated if necessary
The hall is stark and black, lit with softly glowing lanterns that are strung up high beyond reach. Outside, the sun is at its zenith, and it filters down through the cloudy glass roof to warm the dark room.
The floor is marble, inlaid with mother-of-pearl and ruby quartz. It catches the light, and casts strange patterns on the walls.
There is beauty to it, but the room has been repurposed to function moreso than form. Weapons racks line the walls and there are officers stationed at regular intervals to ensure the safety of their assets and, of course, the Emperor himself. It is but one sign of heightened security, another being that all attendees must be escorted in with the attendance of a pair of armed guards. The rein of Alderwood begins in caution and will not be made victim of as Ironwood's did in its end.
The Emperor himself is seated at a broad table and working his way through cleaning a variety of firearms that range from elegant handguns to heavy muskets. He works with swift precision, dismantling each in turn before proceeding with cleaning and reassembling, then he moves to the next. Like the weapons upon the racks, these vary in age from rudimentary to advanced technology reminiscent of the spectre weapons. He knows each of them as spoils of war gathered over the centuries and now he seeks to repurpose them. To use them against the enemy that had him fight in the first place.
He is dressed in his familiar military cut, having no mind or pleasure in anything of ornamentation or to further denote his rank, and greets each attendee with the curt statement: "Speak to your purpose."
[Actionspam or prose are both acceptable!
Characters will only be admitted into the hall one by one, so there won't be anyone present for anyone else's conversations, and there won't be any 'mingling' in the chamber itself.
By popular demand, we will continue to allow mingling for those waiting for an audience in an antechamber. There is a thread header below to allow for that!]
Audience | Canon Updates | Antechamber
Date: January 8th
Location: The Palace of Landed Sky
Situation: The expected holding of an audience for any that care to speak with the newly appointed Alderwood Emperor.
Warnings/Rating: N/A; to be updated if necessary
The hall is stark and black, lit with softly glowing lanterns that are strung up high beyond reach. Outside, the sun is at its zenith, and it filters down through the cloudy glass roof to warm the dark room.
The floor is marble, inlaid with mother-of-pearl and ruby quartz. It catches the light, and casts strange patterns on the walls.
There is beauty to it, but the room has been repurposed to function moreso than form. Weapons racks line the walls and there are officers stationed at regular intervals to ensure the safety of their assets and, of course, the Emperor himself. It is but one sign of heightened security, another being that all attendees must be escorted in with the attendance of a pair of armed guards. The rein of Alderwood begins in caution and will not be made victim of as Ironwood's did in its end.
The Emperor himself is seated at a broad table and working his way through cleaning a variety of firearms that range from elegant handguns to heavy muskets. He works with swift precision, dismantling each in turn before proceeding with cleaning and reassembling, then he moves to the next. Like the weapons upon the racks, these vary in age from rudimentary to advanced technology reminiscent of the spectre weapons. He knows each of them as spoils of war gathered over the centuries and now he seeks to repurpose them. To use them against the enemy that had him fight in the first place.
He is dressed in his familiar military cut, having no mind or pleasure in anything of ornamentation or to further denote his rank, and greets each attendee with the curt statement: "Speak to your purpose."
[Actionspam or prose are both acceptable!
Characters will only be admitted into the hall one by one, so there won't be anyone present for anyone else's conversations, and there won't be any 'mingling' in the chamber itself.
By popular demand, we will continue to allow mingling for those waiting for an audience in an antechamber. There is a thread header below to allow for that!]
no subject
[That's as much preamble as he's giving. He doesn't see the point in bringing up names, even if he's essentially aiming to confirm what he's been told. Hopefully he can get more information. If anything, this gives him a chance to get an impression of Evandau.]
I was told the former Emperor had a failsafe that would allow foreigners to go home in the event of her death, yet that hasn't happened. Do you know anything at all of the mechanics that bring us here or know why no one has been able to leave willingly? Those who just disappear- they die. Who is responsible for dismembering them?
[He's under the impression that everyone dies, especially considering the clone thing.]
About the impending war, what sort of preparations are being made? Idleness seems inefficient.
no subject
The mechanics are magic and I am a soldier of technology. [He shows no hesitation in admitting that; though he is in possession of a small set of magical skills, they are not his by nature.] What I know is that none are able to forcibly depart as that is the design of the system. It would be foolish to draft an army and then let them depart freely.
How Eshai created this system is beyond me and I will not risk it by allowing study. [As another Foreigner has already requested of him.] That her failsafe did not kick in is what will save Tu Vishan from death, for if you Foreigners leave, we are all dead. I will not look that gift kirin in the mouth.
[Then, to the core of it, Evandau stands and moves around the table.]
This war has been underway for centuries and it has been inefficient to prepare beyond what means we've taken. I have seen soldiers fall into a fatigue and madness with the fear of what will come, so I have you each live your lives here until such time as I know when and how the enemy will strike.