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Razielle Alastor
Apr 16th, 2009, 09:21:09 PM
Touched.

You say that I am too.

So much of what you say is true..

I'll never find someone quite like you again..





Japrael System, planet Davora
Five years ago..



Davora. Tiny jewel of the Japrael system. A planet so small, most records had it listed as a mere moon, or satellite. Had it not been for the considerable wealth of the royal family, it may have been a civilization overlooked entirely.

The majority of the planet's surface was covered in oceans. Chains of volcanic tropical islands, and floating cities made up only a small percentage of the realm. The monarchy inhabited the largest of the isle's, housed in a palace which managed to charm most all who were privileged to visit. Whitewashed corridors lined on either side with sculpted pillars and statuary, led to rotunda rooms boasting recklessly expensive art. Potted plants of vibrant beauty, strolling minstrels and the natural turquoise sea scape made the royal residence itself a coveted commodity.

The Shadana family were also the keeper's of the true treasure of the planet. The rare Davoran black diamonds, birthed from their scarce and volatile, volcanic terrain. Diamonds, it was rumored, that if stolen would bring down a curse upon any who dared remove them them from their island without permission..

Sunset painted the tumultuous waves red, orange and lavender, all colors warring with each other, as they crashed upon the black sand beach that stretched out before the palace. One figure stood alone in the surf, heedless of the waves dampening the hem of her gown. Up to her ankles in the foamy tide, was King Raspian's seventeen year old daughter, Razielle..

The rest of the court had already gathered in what served as their 'ballroom'. A transparisteel platform atop a coral reef of so many vivid colors of aquatic flora and fauna that the rest of the alabaster palace paled in comparison. The attendants of the royal family were identified by the white, simple linens they wore. Everyone else of the Davoran court was draped in the traditional colors of black and turquoise.. Everyone except the princess who stood out in a glittering metallic gown of gray, one pale shoulder bared in the fading light. Her sable hair was pinned to the side, ornamented with a crimson bloom, and left to hang freely over the opposite shoulder. Her feet were curiously bare..

"There she is..", said Maude, one of the two woman charged with locating Her Highness and bringing her to her father's side.

The other, Elspeth clucked her tongue and shook her head. "She is always late when Himself throws a party. It's because one of these days someone is going to call that bluff of His, that if they can beat His daughter in combat they can have her, with His blessing."

"Tosh.. You don't believe that silly drivel, do you? That He would give away His baby girl to just anyone?", Maude asked in appalled disbelief, though it was the standing rumor...

"Not just anyone! Just the one who can knock Her Highness on her royal bottom. She's humiliated the last three 'suitors' that have tried, hasn't she? Along with the whole of the royal guard, and her last three instructors..", Elspeth nodded toward the Princess. "She's beautiful, but she is not normal."

"Hush! You'll get us sacked.. Let's just go get her. Your Highness!", Maude called softly, as they approached. "Your father requests you join the festivities, my lady."

Here we go again, Razielle thought..

Pulling her eyes reluctantly away from the tide, the princess turned, fixing a moody stare on the two women. "Of course..", she said, compliantly, though her eyes told the tale that it was the last thing she actually wanted to do..

Without further delay, she left the sea behind and approached the gathering of foreign dignitaries that her father was entertaining this evening. She'd heard that one of them had come from Onderon. At least she might hear some news of Princess Adraudia. With that in mind, Razielle went to face the debacle of the night.

Salem Ave
Apr 18th, 2009, 08:33:29 AM
There were twelve of them in total, each representing one of the Inner Rim worlds. Adjunct Nomar Froud of Ord Vaxal; the Lady Derrosk of Dargulli; Doctor Galuf de Celanon of Taspan II... the names and titles seemed to go on for an eternity, until at last the final of the diplomats was presented before the royal family of Davora.

Though he was not as handsome as the bronze-skinned Prince Elias Dimodan of Omonoth, or as strikingly tall and broad as Juntah L'hnarr of Poderis, there was something about the Arkanian-born diplomat that drew the eye. Perhaps it was the simple fact that amongst a party composed primarily of nobility and academics, he was the one lacking some honorific. More than that, he was not a native of the planet he represented – though he did wear their style, clothed in charcoal grey with a deep forest green cloak tossed over one shoulder. He did not laugh and

“On behalf of King Kelrune and Queen Ryssa of the House of Basille, Onderon...”

As his name was announced, he bowed his head in veneration.

“Salem Ave.”

Once again, polite applause rippled throughout the group, to be silenced only when King Raspian himself raised a hand.

Razielle Alastor
Apr 24th, 2009, 06:58:12 PM
Approaching the gathering, Razielle allowed herself to be brought up short by an attendant who really looked entirely dignified, even if he did have a pair of her silver dancing slippers dangling from his fingers like some sparkly fish he'd just caught. Her lips twitching in amusement, she accepted them with a smile. "Thank you..", she dropped them unceremoniously to the floor and stepped her toes into them.

Just as they were being buckled around her slender ankles, two familiar names were announced. King Kelrune and Queen Ryssa! Her eyes followed the heads that turned in the direction of the diplomat from Onderon. Preparing to be unimpressed with whatever old goat this Salem Ave was, she was unprepared for the sudden jolt right through her. It felt as though she had been run through! She even looked down to make sure she was still in one piece!

Stars above! He was rather magnificent.. That was her first thought upon laying eyes on Salem Ave.

Before she could disgrace herself further by swooning over the man, she affected a more decorous air, clearly unaffected by the diplomat. Graceful steps carried her to her father's side, even as her own name was announced and the attention shifted to her. "Her Highness, Princess Razielle Shadana.."

Murmurs of all sorts bounced around the elegant, aquatic ballroom. "She looks splendid tonight!"

"I hear there's another foreign Prince here to negotiate with the king for her hand.."

"Are the rumors true? Did she really kill the last one?"

If the impolite gossiping and speculation bothered her at all, it did not show. Rather, the princess bowed to her father then took her place at his side.