open audience

[ironwood]

Characters: The Ironwood Emperor and anyone who came to speak with her!
Date: March 30th.
Location: The Palace of Landed Sky
Situation: The expected holding of an audience for any that care to speak with the Ironwood Emperor.
Warnings/Rating: N/A; to be updated if necessary

The hall is still and white, strung 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 create a brilliant, nearly blinding ambiance.

The floor is marble, inlaid with mother-of-pearl and ruby quartz. It catches the light, and casts strange patterns on the walls.

The room itself is almost eerily silent. No noise, no echoes. No one and nothing vaguely human, excepting the Emperor herself, who is practising (with no small amount of skill) with a sword at the far end of the chamber. It's a long walk to her, and she's disinclined to make the journey less tedious to those that come calling on her presence.

The 'audience' is an open one, and no one will be turned away. So come one, come all, to the Palace of Landed Sky.

[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!]

Comments

[aenseidhe]

[ He makes his way in much the same way as last month, meeting her eyes indifferently and forgoing the bow, though Iorveth does pause once he's before her throne to look back to the doors to ensure it is closed and no others have snuck in before he turns back. ]

There were over three hundred foreigners in this place before us. All perished or disappeared.

There was a journal left behind by one - the last entry as "Malicant is here."

How did they die?

[ironwood]

You again.

[She doesn't sound particularly impressed. Don't think she doesn't watch the network, Iorveth. Or have minions to do it for her, in any case.]

Does it matter? Dead is dead.

[aenseidhe]

[ :T sorry not-sorry he called you a bitch. look he just tells it as it is okok. and that's not really a bad thing in his book either. either way, not really moved one way or the other by the disapproval. he's not here to make friends with her. ]

It does, considering we're likely to go the same way if we make no more progress than they did.

[ironwood]

You act as if that concerns me.

[RLY THO do you think she'd summon you guys as cannon fodder if she cared??]

[aenseidhe]

Perhaps it should. What's protecting you once your cannon fodder has died off? We are not nearly 300 yet, and just how large is Malicant's appetite?

[ Maybe she'll simply summon more of them, but if that were the case, why would Malicant retreat at all? Maybe she's feeding it. Satisfying it to keep the others safe. Iorveth's head tilts to the side and he considers her with narrowed eyes. ]

Why did it leave the time before?

[ironwood]

It was beat back. Tu Vishan put up the barrier.

[A COLD LOOK she knows what you're thinking there, dude. Okay she actually doesn't. But it's probably not anything she's pleased by.]

[aenseidhe]

And the turtles from the mainland? They passed from the same sickness, did they not?

[ As far as he'd heard from others here or there, but he speaks as if it's a certain thing. ]

Why were they not able to do the same?

[ironwood]

They were not aware of it until it was too late.

[She doesn't exactly like talking about this can you tell. He probably can. Because he's an asshole.

This entire conversation is basically Assholes Anonymous, okay?]