TIMESTAMP: Solace 5th, 4622 / 19:55
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Solace 1, 4621 / 10:07
On the first day of the spring season, Glade, Degare received a missive from none other than Montese Lierel Lorraine herself. Honestly, he was a bit perplexed by this, given that the two of them only have a tertiary relationship at best. They’d probably only crossed paths a handful of times and only spoken once or twice. Of course, he knows of any important Entente– but that doesn’t mean he knows them. He handles that rather pretty envelope with elegant hands, flipping it over a few times as he wonders exactly what is contained within. Yes, he did invite the entirety of House Lorraine to any soiree his own House would host, though such invitations were not usually sent to specific individuals nor was any one person expected to show. Outside of that, the two Houses had very little interaction. House Socorro mostly consisted of obscure artists and musicians with varying passions to create– they were considered valuable to society, yes, but to a power hungry house like Lorraine…what use were they? At least, that was a question Degare thought to himself. Perhaps Lady Lierel had her own web she was spinning. Using his thumb, he delicately removes the wax seal and unfolds the parchment within. Written in beautiful calligraphy,
“Veir Degare Coeur Socorro –
To be blunt, what this letter ultimately contains is an offer. On my end, I seek a twofold goal: expand House Lorraine’s influence and to draw in another house led by a Sil’norai. For us, having a foothold in Southern Daravin would be a strategic benefit as well. I know most of your house at present is human, but I do assume you’ll fix this eventually, whether you take on the role of parent or not. To this end, I am extending my nephew’s hand in marriage to you. He is Cirroc Lorraine, I am sure if nothing else his skills as a necromancer will be of use to you. If it comes down to it, he won’t be able to say no– but at first, I’d rather try and avoid the inevitable drama of a forced marriage. That, and if it looks like your union is natural, it will appear as less of a political move than it truly is. I will arrange for him to attend the various events hosted by House Socorro and visit Boghadar for other excursions, during which I will expect you to do your best to convince him to come to you on his own. After a time, if he still is not convinced, I will arrange everything for the two of you. Expect to see him at your next soiree on the fifth.
Regards, Montese Lierel Lorraine”
Degare blinks a few times– the man wasn’t expecting that. He understood that House Lorraine having a foothold in the south would benefit them, sure, but this was so…sudden. He realized Sil’norai were still somewhat rare in Daravin, so he could see the draw given his state of holding the reins…but at the same time, it felt so callous to just give away somebody’s fate like that. Though many would regard the elf as callous himself, he was somewhat sensitive to the concept of removing somebody’s ability to make their own choices. On his end, something like this would enrage him, but yet…the offer was exceptionally tempting. He knew of Cirroc– the man was exceptionally tempting given both his appearance and achievements. Him aside, uniting with House Lorraine would also be a huge boon for his own. Personal morals aside, the man would be an utter fool to decline this offer. That…and it might earn him Lady Lierel’s ire. Consequently, it did not take him long to make his decision; he penned and sent a missive stating his acceptance within the day.
Solace 5, 4621 / 19:55
On this particular eve, the mage didn’t have any set role to play and was free to wander as he wished. The role of entertainment for the night had been reserved by other members of his house– mostly musicians, and they wanted the focus to be primarily on them. This was fine since his house hosted multiple parties per month and Degare only really had the energy to put on his little shows about once per month. Plus, it did take some time to round up enough prisoners with death sentences to put them on in the first place. Regardless, he had a different goal in mind for this particular evening…rather, he had a particular person he wished to find and speak with.
The man wore his most unassuming outfit as he stalked the halls of his own manor. Unfortunately, he did not receive any specific instructions on how to find the person he sought. The only thing he really knew was the man’s appearance, and that he often wore garish outfits of white and gold; the man was also prone to using his malformity to adorn himself in feathers and other bird-like attributes. In other words, he would stand out like a sore thumb, especially in a place as darkly decorated as this. Having no real idea where to start, he found himself in the entry hall as people began to make their way inside. He leaned himself against a pillar that allowed him to see anyone that walked in quite well. Though the mage did not recognize every single individual who walked through the door, the majority of them were at least somewhat familiar.
After what felt like way too long, the mage’s sleepy gaze spotted his target who was just as conspicuous as he’d been told to expect him to be. Indeed, he wore a magnificent outfit of white and gold. The elf looked as chimeric as he did angelic– possessing an uncanny beauty in his alterations. Degare was definitely interested in the man, though from what he had heard about him, he was aware that it would be somewhat difficult for the two of them to get along. For situations like this, at least, he was somewhat glad for his status as a Corvo. New as he was, any benefit to winning this man over would be worth something. As a start, he wanted to simply observe Cirroc. Degare moved silent as night, keeping to the dark corners as he shadowed the other Sil’norai. To make himself less conspicuous, he bites down hard on the inside of his lip, swallowing his own blood. This process would activate shroud, a skill he'd acquired from becoming a Corvo. It was a really simple glamour at the moment, but it did help him blend nevertheless. As he walked, it did seem like the other man had come alone and without much of an internal purpose. He appeared to be wandering– as much in exploration as anyone else who wasn’t used to the internal architecture of the manor. Somewhat unfortunately, the other man does appear to be abstaining from alcohol or anything else that may or may not be offered. Dealing with a person who possesses a rather serious nature completely sober would be a bit of a nuisance. Degare himself had indulged quite a bit prior to showing up– being a Corvo, he got all of the enjoyable effects and none of the drawbacks. Plus, it gave him an odd sense of clarity now that wasn't present in the past. Eventually, the two wandered to the main hall itself where the very best of House Socorro were playing in their rather eclectic orchestra. Cirroc appears to stop here, finding a place to sit and listen. The man had decided to sit on a settee near the far corner of the hall– likely because he wanted to be undisturbed despite his rather eye-catching appearance.
After waiting a few moments for the other to settle in, Degare opts now to approach him. Choosing to be fairly casual, he sits down on the same settee next to the other elf. Cirroc actually looks startled. Whether he was simply oblivious or Degare's silent movements combined with shroud were really that successful, it was impossible to tell. "Ah, my apologies for startling you. It's just…I've not seen your face here before, so I wanted to say hello." Degare speaks with warmth and friendliness, though he keeps his tone smooth and relatively muted so as not to come off too strong. At first, the other man looked annoyed at having his reverie interrupted and though that expression did not change, he saw micro expressions of both confusion and…disgust? A rather interesting reception, that. "...and what business is it of yours?" Cirroc replies, voice fairly curt. Degare laughs a little, pulling his hood back a bit to show more of his visage, "Understandable if you don't recognize my face; I am a bit of a recluse. I only ask because this is my house, 'tis all. I like to acquaint myself with my beloved guests…" the mage muses. Cirroc's eyes narrow, shifting a little uncomfortably in his seat. A keen observer would note several emotions shifting beneath the man's features and body language. He is mostly a combination of unamused and annoyed, though there are undercurrents of desire he is uncomfortably trying to hide. The light flush diffusing across his cheeks for one, another being the way his gaze keeps drifting back to Degare's features and then abruptly pulls away. "I have heard of you," the other mage begins, vocal tone still rather cold, "...but really, I think your time is better spent on others." He was obviously going for a rather polite dismissal.
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Solace 1, 4621 / 10:07
On the first day of the spring season, Glade, Degare received a missive from none other than Montese Lierel Lorraine herself. Honestly, he was a bit perplexed by this, given that the two of them only have a tertiary relationship at best. They’d probably only crossed paths a handful of times and only spoken once or twice. Of course, he knows of any important Entente– but that doesn’t mean he knows them. He handles that rather pretty envelope with elegant hands, flipping it over a few times as he wonders exactly what is contained within. Yes, he did invite the entirety of House Lorraine to any soiree his own House would host, though such invitations were not usually sent to specific individuals nor was any one person expected to show. Outside of that, the two Houses had very little interaction. House Socorro mostly consisted of obscure artists and musicians with varying passions to create– they were considered valuable to society, yes, but to a power hungry house like Lorraine…what use were they? At least, that was a question Degare thought to himself. Perhaps Lady Lierel had her own web she was spinning. Using his thumb, he delicately removes the wax seal and unfolds the parchment within. Written in beautiful calligraphy,
“Veir Degare Coeur Socorro –
To be blunt, what this letter ultimately contains is an offer. On my end, I seek a twofold goal: expand House Lorraine’s influence and to draw in another house led by a Sil’norai. For us, having a foothold in Southern Daravin would be a strategic benefit as well. I know most of your house at present is human, but I do assume you’ll fix this eventually, whether you take on the role of parent or not. To this end, I am extending my nephew’s hand in marriage to you. He is Cirroc Lorraine, I am sure if nothing else his skills as a necromancer will be of use to you. If it comes down to it, he won’t be able to say no– but at first, I’d rather try and avoid the inevitable drama of a forced marriage. That, and if it looks like your union is natural, it will appear as less of a political move than it truly is. I will arrange for him to attend the various events hosted by House Socorro and visit Boghadar for other excursions, during which I will expect you to do your best to convince him to come to you on his own. After a time, if he still is not convinced, I will arrange everything for the two of you. Expect to see him at your next soiree on the fifth.
Regards, Montese Lierel Lorraine”
Degare blinks a few times– the man wasn’t expecting that. He understood that House Lorraine having a foothold in the south would benefit them, sure, but this was so…sudden. He realized Sil’norai were still somewhat rare in Daravin, so he could see the draw given his state of holding the reins…but at the same time, it felt so callous to just give away somebody’s fate like that. Though many would regard the elf as callous himself, he was somewhat sensitive to the concept of removing somebody’s ability to make their own choices. On his end, something like this would enrage him, but yet…the offer was exceptionally tempting. He knew of Cirroc– the man was exceptionally tempting given both his appearance and achievements. Him aside, uniting with House Lorraine would also be a huge boon for his own. Personal morals aside, the man would be an utter fool to decline this offer. That…and it might earn him Lady Lierel’s ire. Consequently, it did not take him long to make his decision; he penned and sent a missive stating his acceptance within the day.
Solace 5, 4621 / 19:55
On this particular eve, the mage didn’t have any set role to play and was free to wander as he wished. The role of entertainment for the night had been reserved by other members of his house– mostly musicians, and they wanted the focus to be primarily on them. This was fine since his house hosted multiple parties per month and Degare only really had the energy to put on his little shows about once per month. Plus, it did take some time to round up enough prisoners with death sentences to put them on in the first place. Regardless, he had a different goal in mind for this particular evening…rather, he had a particular person he wished to find and speak with.
The man wore his most unassuming outfit as he stalked the halls of his own manor. Unfortunately, he did not receive any specific instructions on how to find the person he sought. The only thing he really knew was the man’s appearance, and that he often wore garish outfits of white and gold; the man was also prone to using his malformity to adorn himself in feathers and other bird-like attributes. In other words, he would stand out like a sore thumb, especially in a place as darkly decorated as this. Having no real idea where to start, he found himself in the entry hall as people began to make their way inside. He leaned himself against a pillar that allowed him to see anyone that walked in quite well. Though the mage did not recognize every single individual who walked through the door, the majority of them were at least somewhat familiar.
After what felt like way too long, the mage’s sleepy gaze spotted his target who was just as conspicuous as he’d been told to expect him to be. Indeed, he wore a magnificent outfit of white and gold. The elf looked as chimeric as he did angelic– possessing an uncanny beauty in his alterations. Degare was definitely interested in the man, though from what he had heard about him, he was aware that it would be somewhat difficult for the two of them to get along. For situations like this, at least, he was somewhat glad for his status as a Corvo. New as he was, any benefit to winning this man over would be worth something. As a start, he wanted to simply observe Cirroc. Degare moved silent as night, keeping to the dark corners as he shadowed the other Sil’norai. To make himself less conspicuous, he bites down hard on the inside of his lip, swallowing his own blood. This process would activate shroud, a skill he'd acquired from becoming a Corvo. It was a really simple glamour at the moment, but it did help him blend nevertheless. As he walked, it did seem like the other man had come alone and without much of an internal purpose. He appeared to be wandering– as much in exploration as anyone else who wasn’t used to the internal architecture of the manor. Somewhat unfortunately, the other man does appear to be abstaining from alcohol or anything else that may or may not be offered. Dealing with a person who possesses a rather serious nature completely sober would be a bit of a nuisance. Degare himself had indulged quite a bit prior to showing up– being a Corvo, he got all of the enjoyable effects and none of the drawbacks. Plus, it gave him an odd sense of clarity now that wasn't present in the past. Eventually, the two wandered to the main hall itself where the very best of House Socorro were playing in their rather eclectic orchestra. Cirroc appears to stop here, finding a place to sit and listen. The man had decided to sit on a settee near the far corner of the hall– likely because he wanted to be undisturbed despite his rather eye-catching appearance.
After waiting a few moments for the other to settle in, Degare opts now to approach him. Choosing to be fairly casual, he sits down on the same settee next to the other elf. Cirroc actually looks startled. Whether he was simply oblivious or Degare's silent movements combined with shroud were really that successful, it was impossible to tell. "Ah, my apologies for startling you. It's just…I've not seen your face here before, so I wanted to say hello." Degare speaks with warmth and friendliness, though he keeps his tone smooth and relatively muted so as not to come off too strong. At first, the other man looked annoyed at having his reverie interrupted and though that expression did not change, he saw micro expressions of both confusion and…disgust? A rather interesting reception, that. "...and what business is it of yours?" Cirroc replies, voice fairly curt. Degare laughs a little, pulling his hood back a bit to show more of his visage, "Understandable if you don't recognize my face; I am a bit of a recluse. I only ask because this is my house, 'tis all. I like to acquaint myself with my beloved guests…" the mage muses. Cirroc's eyes narrow, shifting a little uncomfortably in his seat. A keen observer would note several emotions shifting beneath the man's features and body language. He is mostly a combination of unamused and annoyed, though there are undercurrents of desire he is uncomfortably trying to hide. The light flush diffusing across his cheeks for one, another being the way his gaze keeps drifting back to Degare's features and then abruptly pulls away. "I have heard of you," the other mage begins, vocal tone still rather cold, "...but really, I think your time is better spent on others." He was obviously going for a rather polite dismissal.
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