Aida
Aida Group
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Post by Aida on Dec 13, 2021 9:05:43 GMT
{three successes on the INT+Academics roll}
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Nobody
Alexios Group
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Post by Nobody on Dec 13, 2021 11:51:26 GMT
[rolling - meh - one success.]
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 13, 2021 11:54:02 GMT
(I don't see that Roland has enough dots on my sheet to roll, so I'll go ahead and reply.)
Aida and Alexios, you both recognize the design and cut of Paul Bathalos' garments as belonging to an ancient Mesopotamian civilization. Aida, the color was more usually worn by women than men.
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Post by Diocles on Dec 13, 2021 12:01:02 GMT
When the Muses pass by, I place my hand on my chest and bow my head. "The beauty of Byzantium personified!"
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 13, 2021 12:02:05 GMT
The quick eye of Pakourianis the Dove catches yours, Diocles, and he inclines his head.
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Nobody
Alexios Group
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Post by Nobody on Dec 13, 2021 12:12:44 GMT
To Zoe I reply, "I have indeed spoken with the Lady Chrysalia." To Diocles and Aida I say, Greetings, friends, and well met. It is good indeed to see you both this evening.
I too bow low to the Muses, and smile at the Lady.
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 13, 2021 12:15:41 GMT
Lady Chrysalia, as always, gives out her dazzling smile, shining upon the gathering like the moon.
Zoe says, "I've been really busy with Jaul and Epiktetos and Gallasyn, but I want to talk to Lady Chrysalia, too, soon."
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Post by Sir Roland Desprez on Dec 13, 2021 17:13:33 GMT
Sir Roland is also in attendance dressed as befits a Knight of the Courts of Love. Greetings friends, good to see you all gathered here. I walk over to be in the vicinity of Alexios and Aida.
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Post by Diocles on Dec 13, 2021 22:23:19 GMT
Aloud to the Dove so that those nearby, too, can hear, I say, "The pagan Roman would ask augurs to let the birds fly past a window, and therein portents would be read, but here in Constantinople we need only one Dove to raise our fortunes!" Praise where praise is due. I am Antonian Ventrue, he a Michaelite Toreador Muse.
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Aida
Aida Group
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Post by Aida on Dec 13, 2021 23:31:21 GMT
It is good to see you as well, Sir Roland. Have any of you heard any news of Etana?
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 13, 2021 23:39:25 GMT
Pakourianis bows to you, Diocles. "May the fortunes of this City rise as high as my own soaring soul," he says, "for if so, it shall be blessed beyond measure."
Somehow, this does not sound like the mad musings on flight that so recently filled Pakourianis' words.
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Post by Diocles on Dec 13, 2021 23:48:34 GMT
I store this sudden and unlooked-for change in my memory to explore it later. What has happened to the Muse? Is it simply the awakening of his Sire? Perhaps. I smile and bow to Anthemios. "How right it is, Anthemios of Tralles, that the Kindred of the City meet here beneath the moon shadows of your masterpiece!" I raise a hand toward the Hagia Sophia rising behind him.
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 13, 2021 23:53:46 GMT
Anthemios smiles. "The admiration of one so well-traveled, one who has so much to compare, is a treasure."
He bows. "I thank you."
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Post by Diocles on Dec 13, 2021 23:58:01 GMT
I return his bow. "Muse Paul Bathalos, I greet you. May your statues endure wind, rain, and weather, to grace us with their glances of protection and inspiration from above." I indicate the statues--some of his older works--on the walls of the palace.
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Post by Storyteller on Dec 14, 2021 0:24:08 GMT
Paul Bathalos smiles frankly. "You are generous in your praise, Sir Diocles, Knight of the Bitter Ashes. What my statues only portray, you yourself are: protection."
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