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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Jun 5, 2015 19:54:44 GMT -5
Feliciano was completely delighted with his celebration thus far. Since his move to the large villa near the edges of their kingdom, the young prince had worked hard to build up a happy repertoire with the villagers near his home. While there were few who wished ill on the royal family, he wanted the people to get to know him as a person, not just the young princeling "lording" over them from the top of the hill. Thankfully, his easy-going, bright nature made making friends easy, even if the people still respectfully refer to him as "Principe Feliciano". Commissioning people for their goods as well as throwing festivals for the entire countryside to enjoy certainly helped, as well! Not that Feliciano minded--he received such a large stipend from his parents that he could happily spend money to liven the lives of his citizens without compromising himself or the royal treasury.
In light of such successes, as well as helping increase trade by encouraging vendors gather during his festivals, Feliciano had decided to hold his birthday celebration in the land surrounding his home rather than travel all the way back to the castle. (He can always have two birthday celebrations, after all!) His parents hadn't been able to attend, but they sent their well-wishes along with a gleeful Arianna.
People from near and far and all ranges of status had come from near and far for the large party, which had taken nearly three days to set up. What few nobles didn't attend were no skin off Feliciano's nose--who needed the company of snooty people who thought more highly of preserving their status than enjoying themselves? Food and drink ran aplenty, keeping the loud merry-makers happy as performers danced and sang, artisans and craftsmen showed off their skills. Arianna was keen to keep herself entertained, and Feliciano trusted the guards to keep her from wandering too far from the party. The prince was especially decked out for the occasion, donning a vibrant orange and gold gown. Every layer of orange silk was trimmed with gold and tastefully placed garnets and rubies. In long mahogany tresses shimmered strands of gold as well, keeping the prince's hair pulled away from his face. Rather than sit back and chat, though, Feliciano had dove into the festivities with gusto, dancing with anyone available and enjoying himself immensely.
New guests were still trickling in even as the sun began to set, the many torches around the area keeping the party lit and glowing for all to see. Feliciano was ecstatic. This was definitely a party to be remembered.
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Jul 26, 2015 23:21:08 GMT -5
It had been a relatively relaxing day for the large winged beast of sky. Geragon had managed to scout out a few new territories to lay claim to, spied a few new human settlements, and found a decent herd of cattle (from which he plucked one of the fattest cows up for his evening meal). Nothing was terribly out of the ordinary for the dragon and nothing, so far, had called for him to intervene or get too fired up about. After all, his friendly nuisance, Mihai hadn’t been around lately and the last time he HAD come, Geragon had managed to swipe the gem that the other had made away with. The thought made the dragon snort disdainfully as he laid in his cave, deep within the confines of the mountain in Faedor. It was perhaps his largest treasure horde, but also one of his best protected since not many humans lived in the area nor did they dare to set foot up the mountain (save of course, for Francis, but only when he was invited). At the very least, the rest of the magic beings at least had enough respect for the dragon to leave him to his own devices unless he had specifically meddled in their own affairs. Geragon, however, made it a point NOT to unless his greed got the better of him. He was much more focused on terrorizing humans – ach…how he still despised some of their ways. In his encounters all they did was play around and move about like ants on the earth – and parties. GOTT the parties… it seemed as if every other weekend there was some celebration happening in the town near his territory. Geragon didn’t know what they were for and much less why they were so frequent. Then again, he had never been invited to one (for good reason) and dragons simply did not have such festivities; it simply was not practical for such large beings to be gathered in a single location since it would not only be crowded, but there wasn’t much that they could do other than bicker, brag, and brawl. It would simply just turn into chaos. The Dragon, though the day was splendid, was allowed no rest as soon as twilight began to fall. Music from nearby infiltrated his cave, shouting, disembodied laughs, and voices carried on the wind to his cave and it kept him from drifting off comfortably to sleep. With a grumble, he uncurled himself and stepped to the entrance of his cave, outstretching his wings and taking flight to seek out this source of irritation. It didn’t take him long to happen upon a large celebration lit by torches, and as annoyed as the dragon was by the pesky ‘neighbor’ he was somewhat curious about what went on at these parties and why exactly humans seemed so keen on hosting them. He’d ask if he was capable, however, it was highly unlikely that he’d get more than a scream of terror in reply. For now, he would observe, flying in circles high above the festivities. Thankfully, the darkness allowed him some bit of cover, but anyone what chanced to look upward may glimpse a wing or a large being eclipsing the moon from time to time. Otherwise, Geragon simply could be mistaken for a rather strange cloud or some benevolent guardian-beast that lived in the skies.
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Nov 26, 2016 20:13:05 GMT -5
Considering the way the dancing was going, this party was sure to last throughout the night and into the early hours of the morning. Feliciano was incredibly happy he'd helped fund the inn's expansion last fall, so that many of the guests had places to stay. Those who did not either planned on returning home once things slowed down, or were camping out at the houses of several locals who had opened up their homes--Feliciano's included. As if the prince would allow his baby sister to stay anywhere but one of his own guest bedrooms. Other than Arianna, however, none of Feliciano's other guests had come up asking for shelter for the night. Feliciano couldn't help but wonder why that was. Perhaps enough of the locals had opened up their homes that everyone already had a place to go. Feliciano could only hope so, because if he heard so much as one story of someone sleeping outside this early into planting season (other than just passing out from too little food and too much alcohol), Feliciano knew he would be building a second inn, even if he had to run it himself. The very idea made Feliciano laugh, and he had to wave away a few confused inquiries from his conversation partners. "It's nothing, nothing!" He insisted, because telling people he was laughing at the imagined looks of horror on both his mother and his housekeeper would probably confuse rather than amuse. "I'm sorry, we were talking about Oiva, weren't we? How is he? I haven't seen him since he was--""Pardon me, Principe, but it's time for your speech."Feliciano blinked before glancing around the large clearing. Indeed, the music was dying down and people were slowly gathering into a large crowd which was turning his way. "Ah, I'm sorry, I'll be back in a moment," the brunette told the two women he'd been speaking with, before turning away to follow the attendant who'd called out to him. The musicians were tucking away to a corner of the small stage, so the prince could have room to speak. Lifting the edges of his petticoats so he wouldn't trip, Feliciano carefully made his way around the forming crowd to the stage. Thankfully he didn't have to call everyone's attention, so Feliciano arranged his skirts and hair a moment so he could properly shine in the firelight. "Greetings, everyone!" He called, lips stretched in a wide smile. "I apologize for interrupting the festivities, but I simply wished to thank everyone for coming to celebrate my birthday with me this lovely night!"The clouds were casting odd shadows over the crowd as they passed over the moon, but Feliciano brushed that aside as he continued to speak. There was so much he wanted to thank everyone for, and gifts for his attendants to hand out to all the guests.
Ludwig Beilschmidt I'm sorry this took so long and that I was too lazy to actually write a speech for Feli |D just feel free to interrupt Feli; I'm sure Drabe'Druh has much more interesting things to say anyway lol |
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Jun 29, 2017 13:22:50 GMT -5
“Idiots,” Geragon grumbled to himself, the whistle of the wind and the beating of his wings were all that he could hear so far up. “Alvays gazhering in crowds...making zhemselves more vulnerable for a sort of mass destruction.” A small hiss escaped his lips. “Like sheep or cattle...lined up vizh zheir gems und fancy gowns.” The green dragon mused how easy it would be to just destroy them like they were, all gathered in a mass… not that he intended to. He just thought it curious and much different from his own species who tended to separate themselves and unite only out of necessity. That’s how they had managed to survive recently. However, he was no fool, and knew well the dangers of men in number. It was ironic, he thought, how humans could both be extremely weak and extremely strong when crowded together. He supposed that it had much to do with the actual individuals and the circumstances surrounding such a gathering, but it was still an interesting thought. As the dragon circled back around, he noticed that the humans below had begun to crowd into a specific location--near a stage that had been set up, in particular. And it seemed...it seemed like someone was taking the stage to speak. Geragon cared not for their words, but the being sparkled like a star in the firelight. That was what had mainly attracted to Dragon’s attention, and why wouldn’t it? The person looked like a living flame as the moved, but surely it wasn’t a fire elemental. No… this was too far inland for that sort of thing and people tended to avoid them due to their temper...and temperature. Geragon’s circling tightened as he descended to get a better view of the speaker and before long, he could hear the vague sound of words as the other addressed the crowd. The green dragon’s eyes widen as a small whine caught in his throat at the site: gems and gold were the reason for the beings flamboyant appearance. And it seemed their dress was filled with them--what a prize that would be! Geragon’s heart skipped a beat at the thought of adding such a thing to his hoard. It was surely a rare item--he’d never seen someone fix stones and the like into a gown...not to that extent. As an added bonus, perhaps he could get the partygoers to disperse and thus end their obnoxiously loud celebration. It was a win-win in his book. Tucking his wings close to his body, Geragon descended into a dive, hand reaching out to scoop up the current object of his desire. As he made a motion to snatch them up, he extended his wings and pulled up to keep from crashing into the ground or the crowd of partygoers. With a deep, guttural growl, he bellowed a simply demand of “ENOUGH!” before inhaling and spewing flame--some of which set the tapestries or decoration afire. A slew of screams and shouting ensued, as well as people scattering around him. Very few dared to stand toe to toe with the 30-foot green dragon. His hide alone was like armor, and his claws, teeth, tail, and breath were a weapon unto themselves.
Feliciano Vargas Feel free to have Geragon miss Feli on the first go around. Otherwise, you're totally in the clutches of a sound-sensitive grump
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