The General and the Warrior Princess (Starlet and Vladimir)

[Vladimir]

For as long as history has been recorded there has always been a building known only as the House of Ballads and within its halls has there always been at least one member of the Ballisastra family. Known for their brutality in a fight and their subtly in the art of speech, they have always been in a position of power that granted them a great many things that they desired; money, slaves, and whatever else they so wished for they would have it. For awhile this alone seemed to be enough for them that peace for the surrounding regions lasted for near 400 years, until came Gorhart the Bloody.

During his rein in the region that would eventually be called Khyador things took a turn for the worse. A master of every weapon he could get his hands on, Gorhart believed that war was the true way of life as it weeded out the week so that only the strong could be said to be the rightful rulers and so he plunged the area into a devastating war where he raided the regions around them for slaves and resources and it wouldn't be until five years later when a champion would arrive from the north who would eventually put the man down...but the damage had been done.

Since that time Khyador has gone through a great change, at least on the outside it appears. A nation soon rose out of the ashes of the empire Gorhart created, led by none other than his own son Haward the Wise. Where his father ruled with his strength and his sword, the offspring ruled with a silver tongue and clever wit. He made all that he did to appear for the better of his country and those surrounding when truly he craved what his father did and went about it by another means.

Holy Wars, Purges, the mass slaying of magical creatures...these and many more activities does Haward devote his kingdom to and on the outside he makes it appear that they are merely trying to liberate their neighbors from the impurity of the magical folks by means of science, but its is merely the same as his father did. Waging war for war's sake, taking lands and making them into Providences who must give what is asked of them least they wished to be punished for harboring war criminals. Underneath it all though its all just an elaborate lie to get what he seeks: power, and not just any power but of that of an ancient and terrible god that was once sealed away. But now he knew the location of where he may find what he sought and one nation stood in his way.

Argath sat at a simple wooden desk with a pen in hand as he wrote down the final details of his report of his last campaign into the southern marshes of Nyxis, recalling how deadly of a location that region turned out to be in the beginning until orders were given to his scouts to study and learn the land, rather than seek out the enemy for a short while. They had learned much in that short time then, and it was only a matter of time before the enemies hidden base deep with the marshes was discovered and quickly taken, ending the rebellion that had sprouted there.

He had finished dotting the last sentence when a knock came at his door and the man sighed as he placed his pen back in the ink pot and moved to open the only entrance to his private chambers to see a servant standing there. "Pardon your lordship, but I have a message from his majesty," the servant began after a brief hesitation, "a war council is being held and you are to attend as you will be leading this next one, so you will need to bring what materials you may." he said and then stood there.

Argath stood there for a few moments as he pondered on what he was just told, frowning slightly when it was apparent that he wasn't going to get a little rest after all it seemed as he was being placed right back on the front lines of a new war. "So be it then, tell his Majesty that I shall arrive shortly. You are dismissed." he answered back and closed the wooden door shut as the servant moved to obey. A sigh passed from him then as he knew his job as the greatest General that has ever been known in the Khyador army meant that he would often be on the front line of any war, but as his door opened a smile came from him....it also had its perks.

Some thirty minutes later he emerged from his chambers dressed in his uniform, a garment made entirely of black silk with gold thread and trimmings and a ceremonial sword belted to his side, as the man made his way through the castle until finally reaching the throne room where upon he was announced and the meeting was halted until he took his seat. "I'm pleased that you could finally join us," said Khalad, another General of lesser standing than Argath, "we were just discussing how we would free the kingdom of Nevrath from the clutches of the fae folk."

Argath merely shrugged his shoulders and gave a somewhat bored look at the man who was his lesser. "You know as they say, first to war, last to council." he said and then smiled as the man was visibly upset but dared not to go into an outburst in front of their king who sat upon his throne watching all that happened, but saying nothing.

"Anyway, as we were discussing before your arrival, there is but a few ways past the mountain ranges that will lead us into Nevrath's borders, the largest of which is called Hellfire pass. It's dangerous, but honestly there isn't much choice to be had in this matter." said another of the gathered general's. The news of this made Argath frown as he looked upon the map that was sprawled out before them to see for himself what there was. "Are you honestly sure?" he asked after a few silent moments passed and he finally moved to lean forward in his chair. "Absolutely my lord.Though there are minor passes scattered about, none would allow you to get your army through the quickest other than Hellfire."

Argath had to take a few moments to consider this information when an idea struck him...one that would no doubt outmaneuver their opponent no matter what. "Here's what we shall do...."

~~~

Months later his plan was being put into action, as Argath stood at the other end of Hellfire pass with his army assembled and at the ready behind him while his opponents army was arrayed before him, the sight of them making him make a sour face as he could easily see that those of the magical variety intended to fight in this battle as well as they had in many others before. But this would not deter Argath in the slightest as he had his duties in which to perform.

"Here is the white flag you requested my lord," said Argath's squire, a young boy named Sparrow, who quickly bowed before Argath then as he took up the simple pole with the white fabric tied to it. "Good job, now return to your post and be prepared to service me when the battle has begun." he ordered.

The man rode out then from his army, going until he was some 500 paces from the enemies army when he stopped and thrust the make shift flag up high. "Reveal yourself to me Princess, for I wish to have a word with you before out forces should clash sides!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, eyes scanning the mob before him as he sought some indication as to where the opposing leader was.

 

[Starlite]

The kingdom of Nevrath was a peaceful kingdom. There were not wars, no rumors of wars, no arguments, but an orderly way to resolve all differences. It was a kingdom that had existed for thousands of years and secluded itself from outside influences or prejudices that often surfaced from non fae folk. It was ruled by the royal family of Nevrath that were one of the people, but even more. For long ago a gift had been given to the bravest of their kind, passed on by a great fae wizard that possessed powers never known by the fae before.

This wizard put a mark on the elven Zandro’s arm, who was then risen to the title of King of Nevrath and every child from that day forward would be born with the mark on their forearm and all the gifts that came with it. For 1500 years Zandro’s children ruled the lands and kept peace from all outsiders with the use of this magic. Never had anyone been able to break into their boundaries, and the people never spoke of their royal family, least someone tried to harm them and leave the people vulnerable.

As the kingdom grew, the lands were divided into 10 provinces, each having a ruler to oversee their people and report any problems to the royal family. But it was rare indeed for such an event to happen. They preferred to trade with other fae, and only had contact with the outside world when their merchants, who occasionally traded with the non fae, would return with extraordinary stories that were told around large campfires for all to hear. But the news that was now being told to the people was of wars and an army so fierce that none were able to defeat them. One name above all others was whispered into the night sky when such talk would begin. The name of Argath.

The last time the merchants told of such stories, was when they came home with the news that their beloved kingdom was next to be attacked. Even though no harm had come to the people in thousands of years, this new threat seemed to weigh heavy upon them. So it was declared that every province leader was to travel to the palace to meet with the royal family in council to decide what they would do with this coming threat.

It took a month for everyone to arrive. Never had the royal kingdom seen such a spectacle. People would line the streets to watch the leaders arrive with their entourage with awe and respect. Everyone knew that what was decided in the next few days could change their entire way of life. So all efforts were made to make their stay as comfortable as possible.

Once all had arrived, they were lead to the castle where King Zelphar, his Queen and his only child, Vanya, sat within the council room waiting for the leaders to arrive. They did not have long to wait, as the large doors opened and the leaders, with their wives, mille into the room. Each nodded respectfully to the royal family as they passed to their seats. There was no sound except for the shuffling of feet, the swish of long robes and the scrapping of chairs as they found their places around the table.

Once they were finished, and silence filled the halls once more, the King slowly rose and announced. “It is with a sad heart we meet today. But I want you to know, that never has an enemy entered this realm, and my family will not allow a battle to bleed within our boundaries. This I promise you. In over a thousand years, we have not been required to use our terrible powers, but do not fear, for we are ready to keep the peace by any means possible. We have not forgotten the vow of our forefather and it will live on within our children forever more.”

Slowly King Zalphar sat back down, glancing quickly towards his wife and daughter before turning back to the leaders and nodded, signally they now had the floor. Vanya chest swelled with pride for her father. Never had she seen him so filled with love for his people as he displayed today. But then, they had never been threatened before. Vanya was still a young maiden by elven standards. She was blonde with crystal blue eyes inset into white alabaster skin. Her lips appeared the color of a rose against the whiteness of her flesh. One day she would be ruler, but that day would be far into the future. Her thoughts were filled with the moment and her admiration of her father. The details of war bored her and she knew that it would never touch her; for her parents would make sure nothing happened to their world.

But her attention was suddenly backed in the room when she heard a word, one word that she had caught within the whispers of their servants. The name of Argath the terrible. Often she had wondered about this feared man of war. Even fantasizing what he must look like with his fierce eyes, and dragon breath of fire. Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted once more as her father stood up. Had so much time truly passed while she day dreamed?

King Zalphar rose once more, raising his hands as he said with a tone of sadness in his voice. “So you have chosen the way of war, as you have a right to. Perhaps we have lived in peace so long, that this generation has forgotten all that goes with it.” He paused as he remembered the stories he heard as a boy. “Then so be it. Collect your armies, gather your weapons, meet them at Hell’s Mountain. Our blessings will go with you.” Vanya couldn’t believe her ears, were the people beginning to lose faith in the family? How could her father agree to this? She did not know, but suddenly her father and mother were hand in hand and quietly leaving the room with her a few feet behind them. As they left the room, Vanya could hear the swishing, scrapping and shuffling once more as the people made their leave.

It was another three months before the warriors of Nevrath gathered at the mouth of Hell Mountain. The young and old were lined up to fight for their beloved kingdom. Many told themselves that they owed it to the royal family, others just wanted to kill and maim anyone that dared to think they were superior enough to take them. Egos were running high, with little common sense of the reality of the situation. Too many leaders, not enough training, and just bold ignorance of battle were their handicaps, but they didn’t realize that battles outside their village had changed throughout the years. So there they stood their swords and shields held high, as Argath the Terrible finally arrived.

The vastness of his army causes the elven warrior to fall into dead silence. Never had they seen such a horrendous sight. So quiet was it, they heard the loud voice of a strong, ferocious voice call out for them to reveal their Princess. A mumble grew among the ranks, why would he want their Princess? What were they to do, what were they to say? Since none of the leaders wanted to follow the lead of the other, there was no one to speak for them. So one leader took it upon himself to yell, “Our Princess is safe within the castle of Nevrath, along with her parents, we will protect them to the death!!” A roar rose from the crowds of Elves, such a small roar in comparison to the soldiers in front of them.

 

[Vladimir]

As the silence stretched on Agrath was starting to believe that the Princess who should have been there was hiding and was about to call her out when one of the Fae shouted back that she was safe back within their castle. This news caused him to frown as he was led to believe that someone from the royal family would have been leading the defense of their land, not this ragtag group that stood before him as if they thought that they themselves could halt his men.

For a few moments he sat there upon his chestnut stallion, the flag he had been holding up in the air no longer being held as he let it fall to the ground as it would no doubt be of no use now. "If no one of loyal blood is here then," he said after finally coming to an idea in his head, "then there is no other course but combat."

While he had thought his men had moved out of the valley and arrayed themselves in a way that showed off their tactical prowess without so much as receiving a single command from their leader. Even should Argath fall then it would merely fall upon another to take his duty and continue on with the invasion. Arrayed in their platoons and the heavy weapons, as well as the warjacks in the front, it would easily be just a matter of time before they would soon be brought to their knees. However Argath was not a cruel man and as he drew his saber and pointed it at the Fae he let his voice rang out peacefully one last time if they refused. "With every foe I face I give them this one final chance: Surrender now and your lives shall be spared. Continue on, and every last one of your species shall perish."

With his ultimatum delivered the man sat immobile on his horse, his men waiting for a simple signal that would indicate that they were to attack should the enemy refuse to surrender, and if they did....then they would merely die from a life of servitude rather than by someones blade.

 

[Starlite]

The royal family was standing by the window facing the Fire Mountains. It was only a matter of time before their people realized they were outnumbered, out manned, and how useless their weapons would be. A stirring came through the wind to them, a feeling of anxiety, fear and regret. Zelphar closed his eyes, tilting his head slightly up as the wave hit him head on. “It’s time, my dear.” His voice was soft as he looked at his wife, and then his daughter. “Every 10th generation of Nevrath fae believes they no longer need us. That they are stronger and wiser than their forefathers. And each time, it comes to this. Now it is time for us to step in.

Vanya too had felt a disturbance within the air, but it was new to her. As her father spoke, she turned her head his way and simply nodded. They all had known this day would come, and now that it had arrived, Vanya wondered if she would up to the challenge. Zelphar had trained his daughter’s abilities from the time she could stand, and, he had to admit, her, her powers were even beyond his, though she did not know it yet. But there were some things one had to learn with experience.

The King looked at his wife and smiled tenderly. She did not possess the powers of her husband or daughter, but she knew her duty. She smiled warmly to her husband and kissed his cheek. “Godspeed, my husband.” she breathed into his ear. Turning to her daughter, her precious child, she hugged her tenderly and said, “Be brave my daughter, for you have nothing to fear.” Letting her go, she turned and left the two alone.

Vanya started to call out to her mother, for her mother had not said goodbye to either of them, but her father stopped her before she could with these words, “Never say goodbye when sending a loved one to war. It gives the impression you do not expect them to return.” Vanya fell silent at the solemn teaching. Finally, shaking her head yes, she simply said, “I am ready, my father.”

Zelphar took her hand and as they walked to the edge of the balcony, they disappeared into a wisp of mist. Within seconds they were at the entrance of the mountain pass, just in time to hear Argath’s ominous words. Vanya was shocked at the sound of tone of this dreaded warrior. He sounded much younger than she had been told of him. But she could understand how even his voice could strike fear in the hearts of humans.

Zelphar raised his arms, instructing Vanya to do the same. Together they created a force field that extended for miles and miles, through the mountain rock, through the streams far north of them until this barrier encircled the entire fae lands. So strong was this barrier that no man or beast or fae could pass through it. Only those of the line of Zandro had that power. Once the wall was set, Zelphar lowered his arms, as did Vanya and he told her to stay behind the barrier and watch. Slowly, Zelphar walked forward until he was on the other side of the wall, then he spoke to Argath the Terrible.

“Argath, I am King Zelphar, protector of the fae of Nevrath! There will be no battle today, or any day. Put your weapons aside and you will be welcome within our boundaries. Raise one weapon and I shall wipe out your armies with one sweep of my arm.” His voice was calm, and his voice was one of pure confidence in what he said. Zelphar believed this man who had defeated so many, had to be wise in war, perhaps he would be wise in this situation as well.

Vanya’s eyes did not betray her nervousness, but she was, and watching her father outside the protective bubble made her nervous. There had been peace within her home for hundreds of years. She had never seen such a spectacle as she saw before her. She knew something historic was taking as her father asked Argath to put down his weapons. Her eyes narrowed as she tried her best to make out the features place. Would Argath, in his impressive war garb, who never accepted anything but domination, actually be capable of such reasoning?

 

[Vladimir]

No word was uttered, no one moved on the Fae's side that Argath was about to give the order to attack, his arm in the motion of being raised above his head so that he could finally signal for the charge when two figures appeared suddenly before him. There was no indication to warn of their arrival, they just appeared, and as Argath was stunned into inactivity he was forced to watch as a barrier or something was established before his forces. It was unlike anything he had seen before during his other forays into hostile territories and he could only guess at its purpose, but knew that it had something to do with protecting this land and was only reinforced with what Zalphar said.

His features furrowed into that of a frown as the human looked at the elf before dismounting and approached the man who clearly dwarfed him, his weapon was still drawn and aimed at the magical man before Argath shoved it into the ground and glared at Zalphar. "Since you are the apparent leader then it is you who I seek to speak," he said as he placed his hands upon the hilt and used it as a rest as he began to speak to the ruler. "Stand your people down and tear down this barrier and things shall go easy for you and your people, but resist....and we shall slaughter your kin down to the last and strip this land bare. The choice is yours." he said, once more delivering his ultimatum to the ruler himself to see what he would choose.

 

[Starlite]

Zelphar gently looked into Argath’s eyes. The darkness was deep within him, Zelphar could see it in his eyes and feel the waves of frustration vibrating off of him. But, Zelphar’s eyes softened as Argath’s very essence filled him. Slowly, he walked towards Argath, a small smile upon his face. Once he was a few feet away, he stopped and using the same soft voice he had used before, he repeated, “No, Argath, there will be no slaughter, no battle, no one will die today. But you shall be our guest, at the palace, with myself, my Queen and my daughter, Vanya.”, he said with pride, as he slightly turned and nodded towards her.

Turning back to Argath, he continued, as he glanced and nodded at his men, “And have no worries for your men. For they are all in a deep sleep. No harm will come to them, and they will never know you have left them. After your visit, if you still wish to attempt to tear down this invisible barrier, then you shall have your leave to do so.”

Argath was a mighty warrior, had slain and captured many a land and people, but today was a very special day for him. For the moment Argath had lain eyes upon him, he had been chosen to pass through the veil and into their world. “Will you join us, Argath the Horrible?”

 

[Vladimir]

The man who introduced himself as Zelphar clearly dwarfed the human as he approached, but Argath wasn't going to be intimidated just because his opponent was merely taller...he had proven that when his men marched into the swamps of the south and defeated the trolls who attempted to use voodoo and necromancy against them but technology once again proved to be superior as he was still alive to tell the tale of what happened. Still though, as he gazed back at his men to see them all appearing to be in a trance he had to admit that this being possessed magic that Argath had yet to see the likes of before.

He could honestly see that he was being offered no true choice as he was going to have to accept the hospitality that was being placed before him...but he wasn't going to let his guard down. For all he knew this was a ploy in which to slay him when his guard was down, something that wasn't going to happen. Pulling his blade out of the ground and taking a quick look at the elfs daughter, he could merely nod his head and returned the steel blade, with bits of silver mixed in, back into its sheath. "So be it. I'm a man of honor, not a barbarian. I doubt that you will sway me from my course...but we shall see what it is you have planned."

He took one last look back at his men and uttered a quick prayer. He was being told that they would be fine, but again he had dealt with magical folk and many times before they had intended only to harm him and his men and he wasn't going to doubt that now. "Please my lord, lead on." he asked and suggested lightly, looking back towards Zelphar and then at his amassed citizens. It was going to be a long fight back if it came to that.

 

[Starlite]

Vanya was please to see the great Argath agree to accept their hospitality. Never before had such an event occurred in the history of Nevrath and Vanya was curious as to why her father had made such a decision! To bring the enemy into their midst seemed rather fool hearty. But, she did not question her father's reasons, for she knew he did nothing without much forethought.

As Argath prepared to follow her father, Zelphar nodded to his daughter and told, her without a word, what task he was leaving her with. She nodded back to her father, and Argath as both men headed back through the barrier. Once they were within, Argath touched Argath and they disappeared. The fae left there were aghast at what had just transpired before their eyes. They took had a look of surprised that their King would do such a thing. But before they could reason it out, Vanya called to them, "Men of Nevrath!", her voice strong and demanding. "Go to your provinces and send me ten of your bravest kinsmen, male and female, to aid me in my mission. Time is of the essence. Each of you now have a stone in your hand. Give this to those you send, each holding hands. Tell them to think of me, and they shall arrive immediately to help the royal family. Do not fail me.[/color] She did not wait for a response, they had had their orders. She knew they would know better than to defy her wishes. Extending her arm, she swept it in the direction of the men and each was sent back to their individual provinces.

Slowly, she turned back to the frozen men. Her eyes drifted from one to another. Their shapes, skin tones, eye colors, hair, everything came under scrutiny from her watchful gaze. She had much to do.

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Zelphar and Argath were suddenly within the courtyard of the palace, when Zelphar took his hand away from Argath's shoulder. He paused a moment, letting Argath adjust to arriving so suddenly. His gentle smile and soft eyes curious as to his reaction. Once he was sure Argath was fine, he said, "Welcome to our home, Argath. You are free to wander about the grounds, search any room you wish. If you wish to go out among the people as our guest, by all means, go with our blessings. But first, let me show you around." He extended his arm in the direction of a large corridor and began to walk in the direction, explaining what each room was. They ended their tour on the upper floor, where Zelphar showed him a room that would be his during his stay.

Opening the door, he stepped aside so Argath could walk inside. The room was extremely large. A set of large glass windows lined one wall, with only a double door breaking the flow in the center. A huge, well endowed mattress, with luxurious gray satin bedding and red, full pillows as accents. It was obvious that every piece of furniture within the room was hand crafted by artisian craftsmen.

Zelphar and Argath were suddenly within the courtyard of the palace, when Zelphar took his hand away from Argath's shoulder. He paused a moment, letting Argath adjust to arriving so suddenly. His gentle smile and soft eyes staying on the man, curious as to his reaction. Once he was sure Argath was fine, he said, "Welcome to our home, Argath. You are free to wander about the grounds, search any room you wish. If you wish to go out among the people as our guest, by all means, go with our blessings. But first, let me show you around." He extended his arm in the direction of a large corridor and began to walk in the direction, explaining what each room was. They ended their tour on the upper floor, where Zelphar showed him a room that would be his during his stay.

Opening the door, he stepped aside so Argath could walk inside. The room was extremely large. A set of large glass windows lined one wall, with only a double door breaking the flow in the center. A huge, well-endowed mattress, with luxurious with luxurious gray satin bedding and red, full pillows as accents. It was obvious that every piece of furniture within the room was hand crafted by artesian craftsmen. It was also evident that every color, every placement of furniture, each detail was meticulously chosen to enhance the room into a pleasing and welcoming aura.

Zelphar walked over to the double doors and opened them up wide. Sweeping his arm towards the balcony, he added, “From here you can see the village, the fire mountain, and any approaching danger. I hope it will be adequate.” The view was spectacular. His room was high above the village; the colors of the earth were bright and vivid. The air clear, with the scent of jasmine whispering by. The kiss of the sun upon the view seemed to give it a beautiful shimmer.

Zelphar stood back, letting his guest take it all in. Perhaps such simply things had no impact on this man. Zelphar didn’t know, but he would learn a lot about Argath from his reactions in the next few days. Standing so close to the man, he could understand why he was feared by so many. He cut a most daunting picture. Confidence reeked from the man, and his very manner said he was used to doing things his way.

As Argath took in the scene, Zelphar said, “I will leave you now, Argath. I must notify the Queen of your stay, I’m sure she will want to prepare a proper feast for such a famous and distinguished guest. Please feel free to use this time any way you wish. I will send a man servant to announce when to come to eat. If you wish a man servant to assist you while you are here, you have but to request it and it shall be done.

Zelphar paused, looking Argath over one last time, before turning and walking to the door, closing it softly behind him. Once out in the corridor, he vanished.

 

[Vladimir]

Revulsion was the first feeling that came to Argath as the elf touched him, as the man wasn't all that comfortable with having one of the magical folks touching him. Their kind disgusted him and he couldn't help the feeling that came over him, but that was soon replaced by a nausea of a different sort as he was taken instantaneously from one location to another, something that he wasn't prepared or warned about.

Once they were at their location Argath was bent over, hands on his legs as he kept himself from losing the contents of his stomach and once the worst of it passed did he stand up with what dignity he still had and followed Zelphar around his home. While he listened and nodded his head, truly Argath was planning for when his people would come about the palace itself and besiege it by making a mental map of the place to make it easier to navigate once they arrived. Until then, he would play the role as the guest until his stay was over and he returned to his army.

Their final destination was at the chambers that were apparently his as he listened to what Zelphar explained to him, and once he stepped inside he couldn't help but feel at awe at the splendor of the room. He couldn't help but wonder if they were trying to soften him up and to side with them. Pondering, he looked back over his shoulder. "Where's your daughter?" he asked, but there was no one there and Argath sighed. Leave it to them to leave him alone when he was left a bit clueless as to what to do. "I guess its time to do a little exploring." he said.

Leaving his bedroom with all of its sights and color, he began to roam around the halls a bit and peeked into a couple of rooms, though bothering not to linger long least he ran into a Elf who was less than friendly and would be more than welcome to introduce Argath to his insides, the human soon found his way out of the palace and into the gardens. He roamed around slightly as he moved at a much more sluggish place, finding the place to be more peaceful that the gardens back at home. Though this alone wouldn't sway him, he decided as he stopped to sit down on a bench, for the invasion would happen no matter what and if his superiors didn't hear from him after so long then they would merely send another group after the missing one.

 

[Starlite]

Vanya was busy with her task. As she waited for her required number of helpers to arrive, she raised her hands and a small village of large tents appeared semi circle around his men. Each containing luxurious, comfortable quarters for four men, with more than enough room for their comfort and privacy. The tents were of various colors, making it easier to identify which one is yours.

Next, at the opening of the semi-circle she created a huge kitchen and eating area, fully stocked with the best meats, wines and beer. She wanted the men well fed. Off to the west, she created a training area. She didn't want them to think she was trying to make them soft, she merely wanted them occupied and comfortable.

As she finished up, her people began to arrive. She turned to look at them, and instructed them as to what they were needed for. She could see how nervous they were. Their eyes were filled with fear. "My good people, do not fear. Nothing shall happen to you. Each of you will be given protection from harm. No matter what these men do, they cannot kill, maim, hurt or touch you in any way. You are to serve them, prepare their meals, fill their cups, do everything within your power to attend to their every need during their stay. IF any of you feel you are unable to perform these duties and have little faith in the royal family, take the stones and return to your village. Otherwise, bring the stones to me and place them in my hand."

Her eyes, like her father’s, were soft, her voice gentle, as she waited with her hand stretched out. The group looked at each other until slowly, one by one, the leader of each group came forward and placed their stone in her hand. When the last stone was safely back in her hand, they magically disappeared.

Smiling at the group, she raised her hands again, and just in front of the invisible wall, came a huge tent. Large enough to hold them all as comfortably as the warrior’s quarters behind her, but with one simple difference. As her hands lowered, she said, “This is your safety zone. There is a barrier around the tent and 100 yards around the entire closure. Only you can pass through this barrier. No one, but one of your kin will ever be able to. If at any time you fear for your lives, come in here and you shall be safe from all harm. Fear not, the love of the royal family will protect you, this I promise you.

Another wave of her hands and each was suddenly clad in special garments of fine silk in various colors. “You will find a number of these clothing inside your quarters within the tent. They are covered in a magical spell to protect you on the outside of your safe barrier, but only for one day. Each day you must change into a new set of clothing, and burn the one from the day before. When this time is done, all of you and your families will be rewarded for your service to Fae. Now, stay within the safety of your barrier as I wake them from their slumber.” A look of unsteady faith crossed the faces of the men and women before her, as she turned. Releasing the men from their slumber, she greeted them with a smile and calm exterior. As far as she could see, the men seemed in a daze as they looked from side to side and at all that had been created around them. A few lifted their heads to the sky as the aroma of cooked meats, fresh breads and open kegs of wine hit their senses. Vanya patiently waited to see their reactions. But small handfuls at the front of the line were not as easily appeased by the comfortable surroundings and excellent food. One in particular fiercely looked at the woman standing so serene before them. “My name is KASIMIR; what have you done with Argarth, witch!!! For we will slaughter you all before we enter your world and kill every man, woman and child.!!!” A roar of approval filled the air like a wave of thunder.

Vanya’s face did not change, and her soft smile and ways continued with confidence. “Your leader is safe within the palace of Nevrath with the King, my father, who is entertaining him as we speak. But there were not enough accommodations for his entire battalions, so we have created a place for your comforts and enjoyments while he is away.” This did not sit well with Kisimir, as he and two other burly warriors began to walk towards her and eventually ran. She could hear those behind her gasp and the sound of shuffling feet moving back into the tent could be heard as Kisimir reached her and swung his great sword towards her to cut her in half. Vanya was still smiling at him, as the other two men ran past her to attack those behind her. As the sword of Kisimer came into contact with her, it simply bounce off, vibrating so fiercely, it knocked Kisimir off balance and to the ground. His comrades experienced the same fate. Vanya turned slowly so she could see all three. Her voice was gentle as she said, “Honorable Lieutenant Kasimir, and your fellow officers, please know that nothing you do will harm me or my people. But I promise that your General is safe and would ask that you wait for his return. All we wish, is to make your wait as enjoyable as your General's. This I swear. There are quarters for all your men, and a wonderful banquet being prepared in your honor. To your right is a training arena to keep your men in tip top shape for battle. All I ask is that you accept our hospitality and accept my people’s assistance in making your stay comfortable.”

Kasimir stood back up, his dignity left on the ground, his face indignant and as angry as Vanya was sure Argath’s was after he arrived at the castle. “Do not think all this..”, he said with disgust as he swept his arm towards all the amenities, “will soothe our desire for blood? It means nothing. For when the battle begins, it is YOU I shall be killing first!” Vanya gave the Lieutenant a slight bow as she said, “As you wish.”

Turning towards her people she commanded, “Come out and serve your guests.” Even though the fae were timid and scared, they dared not defy her. As they left the protection of the shield, one of the officers tried to kick one, but was left with a very sore foot that would be difficult to walk on for days. Seeing this, the fae realized all that their Princess had said was true and walked among the enemy with confidence. Nothing could harm them as long as they obeyed the rules and changed their clothing each day, burning the ones they had worn the day before.

It was as if each knew exactly what they needed to do, as they milled out into the various locations, the kitchen, the cleaning, and the serving of the men. Once she saw that all was well, and their men, after a nod from Kashmir, were milling in for the food and drinks provided, she looked back at Kashmir. Walking over to him, she reached out her hand and placed a small amulet into his hand and said softly, “If ever you need me, simply hold this and say my name, Vanya. I shall return as soon as I possibly can. Now, I shall take my leave.”

Stepping back, she disappeared into a mist and was gone. Kasimir turned to his men and said, “There is more than magic at work here. Until such time we can break these shields, or Argath returns, we shall enjoy the fruits of their labor, but keep the men working on their battling skills.” He turned and joined his men at the feast.


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Vanya was not use to using so much of her powers. As she left the scene behind her, she decided to retreat to the gardens before meeting with her parents. She did not want to come face to face with Argath the Terrible.

Within seconds, she was visible in the garden. As she materialized, she became dizzy, not realizing just how much power it had taken to accomplish a safe and peaceful place for her people to exist in. She felt like she was as weak as a baby, and as the weight of her feet was under her, her body collapsed to the cobbled stoned walkway. Little did she know, she was not alone.

 

[Vladimir]

For the longest time Argath felt like he was truly alone for awhile as he wasted time there in the gardens of the Elves, having not seen another soul in what felt like hours to him in that flowery domain that he actually let his guard down for the time being. It had been too long since Argath was allowed to relax for back at home he was always placed from battle to battle with hardly anytime to prepare, let alone rest, for with him being the best at what he did it often meant that he would be called upon frequently to represent his kingdom.

Getting up from the stone bench, he decided to wander around a little more now that he had some time to actually sit his body down and rest his weary bones. "I'm much too young to be feeling this old." he said with a smile and soft chuckle as he began to wander the cobble path aimlessly. He felt guilty but he was going to let himself enjoy his visit while he was there. It wasn't like any of his lieutenants were there to keep an eye on him and force him to stay in line like usual, for once he didn't truly have to be a role model for anyone.

It was on this thought though when he came upon the fallen form of Vanya, finding it rather odd to find her there and just happened to be passed out in the same location as him. It made him suspicious, like it was all part of a test or something and he wasn't going to fall for it that easily. "I know you're well and just playing possum magical folk, so get up and stop embarrassing yourself." he said at first as he stood there with his arms crossed and looking down at the girls form, but as time began to tick by slowly he began to worry. She was still down on the ground and as far as he could tell she hadn't moved an inch, meaning that she was either dedicated to her role or she really was in trouble.

He was still certain that a trick was being pulled upon him, but in the off chance that she was hurt Argath knelt down beside her and helped to turn her body onto your back. "Is all well with you?" he asked after a few moments of silence as one of his hands caressed her cheek and the other checked her forehead to see if maybe she was running a fever. He didn't know what else he could do since he didn't know what it was that he could do....he didn't know what could ail one of those of the magical realm.

Finally he could only curse himself as there was still no sign of life from Vanya and without a further thought he picked her form up with ease, putting her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes as he quickly ran back to his chambers, thankful that he memorized the route back and quickly entered his own chambers and placed the, he assumed was a young elf, upon the bed and went to the wash bowl that was there and after some searching, placed a cloth within an quickly wrung it out to place it upon the girls head and then could do nothing more as he went to a free chair and sat down to await for something to happen.

 

[Starlite]

Vanya was vaguely aware of another presence, but there was nothing she could do about it. Her body was too exhausted to even open her eyes, much less move. She assumed it was one of the servants that found her and carried her to her room. She anticipated that her father would arrive shortly and know what to do to help her. As the servant laid her upon her bed, it was as if her body completely relaxed and her mind finally rested.

She wasn’t sure how long she had been sleeping. All she did know was that awareness was slowly overcoming her. She didn’t move, but her mind was awakening to the sounds of the wind flowing through a window and the creak of weight upon a chair. She knew it had to be her father. He obviously came and gave her something to regain her energies.

Vanya took a deep breath of fresh air, letting it out slowly. Her hands slowly glided across the silk bedspread, then coming up and resting hands just beneath the pillow. A small sigh escaped her lips as her head slightly moved to the other side of her neck. It seemed like a lifetime had passed before her eyes began to flutter in an attempt to open and look upon her familiar surroundings.

Her right hand made its way to her head, the back of her hand making its final resting place on her forehead as her eyes tried to focus. And, even though the sun was still in the west, she could tell there was something different about her room. The colors were all wrong. Where were her white satin draperies? Blinking hard, she could see the red bedding from the corner of her eye. She frowned wondering just how long had she been out?! Letting her hand fall to her stomach, she looked to the opposite side of the room and realized that she had never been in this room before.

It was difficult, but she found it in herself to rise up onto bent elbows and look around the room. “Where is this place?” she asked herself. Suddenly, she saw someone in the room. A man, sitting in a chair looking at her with some impatience. Blinking a couple of times, she narrowed her eyes to see more clearly, when suddenly she realized who it was. “Oh my g….” She did not finish her sentence, as she rolled to her side and struggled to get up off the bed she now realized was his. “What am I doing here?!” she asked breathlessly. She remembered she was headed for the gardens, but that didn’t explain this!

 

[Vladimir]

For awhile Argath sat there and just looked at Vanya as she lay in his bed, passed out he assumed as she didn't react to the wet cloth that he had placed upon her forehead, and for awhile that's all that happened. A few times he contemplated going to seek out her father or try to find a servant or other inhabitant of the castle to see if they knew something that would help the fallen woman, but each time he turned down the idea and would wait to see if she worsened. For all he knew she was just merely asleep in his bed now.

He had almost nodded off to sleep sitting there watching her sleep that when she asked where is this place he thought that it might have been his imagination at first, until the same voice said "oh my," and it was then that he realized that it wasn't a dream and looked up to see that Vanya had finally awoken.

Instinctively he rose and placed his arms on her shoulders to keep her from getting up off the bed, letting action take over rather than thought at this point as he looked down at her. "Relax yourself, you're not in danger. I was in the garden when I happened upon your fallen body. Not sure what to do, I did what I thought was best and brought you to the only room I knew, my own guest chambers. I wasn't sure how ill you were so I stayed with you in case you would awake, though if you hadn't soon I was going to try and find your father." he explained, standing up then and looking down at the woman and realizing then that he had touched her, but hid the slightly disgusted look from her as he waited to see what she would say to him.

 

[Starlite]

From the way he snatched his hand back from her, it was not hard to know his thoughts. She laid back down on the pillows but her eyes never left him, nor did she smile. her thoughts went to her father, telling him where she was and that she was not well. There was no reason for Argath to make any grand gesture on her part. Blandly, she said, "My father shall arrive shortly."

She supposed she should thank him for even touching her in the first place. "Thank you, Sir Argath for you kindness. As soon as my father arrives, I will no longer be your burden. I hope you are comfortable with your room. I have never been in this part of the castle, nor had any need to." She watched him closely, studying the man who would be her killer. It was hard for her to feel emotions of any kind. For she had been raised that life was just a moment in the great time of the universe. No one could do anything to her that would not set her free for new experiences. But this human seemed to believe owning the land, people and perhaps the rocks themselves, was his right.

Vanya was starting to feel stronger and shifted to sit up. She wasn't sure he would let her stand....even if he did look at her as if he wished she were anywhere else than his bed. But his act of kindness show he was far more complex than he had appeared. Perhaps it would be wise to know this enemy better.
Suddenly, her father was standing by her bed, looking the situation over. Concern was written all over his face for his daughter, but also the circumstances that brought her be in Argath's bed.

Facing his daughter, he sat down beside her and took her hand. "Vanya, I was worried about you. You suddenly became invisible to me." He touched her cheek and looked deep into her eyes. Perhaps he had expected too much from his daughter. It wasn't like she had had to use so much energy as she seemed to have today. "Perhaps you gave a bit more than necessary?", he brought his hand down and smile. Reaching out his hand, Vanya took it and stood up. She wasn't dizzy any more, but she wasn't her old self either. Zelphar put his arm around his daughter and looked at Argath. "I owe you a debt of gratitude, Argath, for finding my daughter and caring for her. I shall not forget." Zelphar was about to leave when Vanya said, "Father, Argath knows nothing about the kingdom. Perhaps some should take him on a walk about, show him who we are as a people. We are not the best examples."

Zelphar thought about his daughter's request for a moment, then nodded his head, looking at Argath, "Vanya is right. You do need a guide, and I know none better than Vanya herself. She will show you the kingdom after our morning meal." It wasn't a suggestion, but more a statement. Vanya was about to protest, but Zelphar had already transported them to her room where her mother waited.

Immediately, she turned to her father and asked, "Why? Why me, father, when one of the servants would do fine. I have no desire to be anywhere near him. He can't even stand to touch our kind. I do not desire his company.", she argued. Zelphar gently walked her towards her mother, "Vanya, it was a sound request, he does need a tour, but with someone that knows and loves these lands as much, if not more, than the people themselves. You will be the perfect guide." There was no more to be said, as her mother took over caring for her.

As Zelphar was leaving, his voice trailed behind him, "And wear your finest clothes this evening. He is a form of royalty with his people."

 

[Vladimir]

Argath arched an eyebrow as he watched Vanya lay down on his bed and then announce that her father was coming, as if she would know something like that, but then soon enough he did appear next to the bed and then thanked him for helping his daughter. Argath could only shake his head. "She isn't one of my kind, but we are not on the field of battle and so I did what anyone with a heart would do." he said, playing it off nonchalantly and to him it truly was.

He then merely listened to the Elves exchange a few words between each others before saying that Vanya was going to be his guide to learning about her people. This again surprised him slightly and he could only shake his head. "Good sir, your daughter no doubt has better things to do than showin...." but he was cut off then as they both soon disappeared from his room to leave him alone with his thoughts for the time being until one of them or a servant would come and retrieve him for the evening meal or some other event that would no doubt concern him.

In the meantime though he stood up from his chair and moved over to the balcony doors and flung them open to look out to the distant mountains and he couldn't help but wonder how his men were fairing since they were put into the deep slumber. He would have to make sure that the next time he met with Vanya and Zelphar if there was perhaps some way he could speak with his generals, if even distant.

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At first the soldiers of Khyador were weary of the offer that was put forth before them, free food, drinks and a area for them to train so as not to get rusty? It sounded too good to be true to them that at first they kept their distance from the Elves and didn't even attempt to harm them after what happened with Kisimir trying to strike one only to be thrown away like he was nothing more than a ragdoll.

It was only a matter of time though when the aroma of freshly cooked food and the thought of drinking enticed a few of the soldiers who drew near. They didn't listen to their comrades who warned that some of the food may be poisoned, but once again the scent was so enticing enough that they attempted to try it despite the possibility that they could die, but after a few minutes from when they first began to eat and nothing happened more began to join in until all but Kisimir was the only one who stayed away from the Elves, still bitter from what happened last time.

The man looked over at the men that he was helping Argath lead, a scowl on his face at how easy they were in giving in to the hospitality of a foreign country that had just taken their leader. He was going to have to do something to break whatever the enchantment was the protected the Elves that now served his men and whatever it was that was guarding their kingdom...something that Argath himself should have been doing, but now it looked like it would be up to him to show that he was better than their so called illustrious leader.

 

[Starlite]

After her mother had fussed over her significantly enough to feel her daughter was fine, Vanya was finally left to herself. She was still upset at the thought that her father would volunteer her services to their guest without at least consulting whether she wanted to or not.

All this was new to Vanya, nothing like this had ever happened in all her years, and she didn't like it very much. But the respect for her father and his wisdom was the only thing that kept her from demanding to be released from such a torment of spending a day with Argath.

But to top it all off, she had to get dressed in her finest clothes to welcome him to dinner. Such a bother! She always dressed well for family gatherings, why was her father making such a fuss over this man that wants nothing more than to kill them all?

Reluctantly, she walked over to her closet and opened the doors. As if on cue, her dressers arrived to prepare her for the evening. She glanced over at them and merely sighed. This was going to be a very long night.

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Outside Argath's door, an elf was knocking on his door. When the door opened, he bowed and said, "Your presence is required in the main dining hall. I shall return to guide you to the great hall within the hour, will you be requiring our services to dress?" The elf waited patiently for Argath's wishes.

 

[Vladimir]

The knocking at his door drew Argath's attention and he looked back from the scenery before him to see that an Elven servant had entered his room and announced that he was going to be needed in the Great Hall in an hour. "I shalln't need any help. My attire is simple and can be donned with only my hands alone. I shall be there to see what they wish of me." he said, dismissing the servant then and looked about the room. He had a feeling that the room was designed specifically for him and if he searched the armories then he would find clothes just for him.

With an hour to kill and not quite sure what to do, Argath quickly turned to the Elf before he left. "I do, however, require a bath be brought up to my chambers..if that isn't too much to ask for." he said to which the servant bowed. "As you wish my lord....and I shall assume that you do not require assistance in washing yourself." and with that the servant bowed out and left Argath alone for several moments until he returned, opening and holding open the door for another pair of servants to bring in a porcelain tub.

They carried it in and placed it off to the far side of the room, leaving as more servants began to make a train, each carrying a bucket of steaming water that they would dump into the tub and then leave. It took about roughly twenty servants each with a bucket filled almost to the brim with hot water, but eventually they filled it up and then left him with a few towels and oils and then left him alone once more.

Alone once more, Argath quickly stripped himself of his garment and carefully inserted himself into the tub so as not to splash any of the water onto the floor and then for a few moments he just sat there and enjoyed feeling the hot water on his skin. He wouldn't waste much time though, as he quickly set about to getting himself as cleaned up as he could using the scented oils provided for him. He was skeptical of them as, once again he was suspicious that the Elves would do some sort of foul play, but eventually he tried an oil that scented of Jasmine, finding that he rather enjoyed the scent on him as he washed his skin of any dirt that he could find, sometimes even rubbing his skin until it turned an angry red.

Finally though, after however long he had been in the tub, he felt that it was time for him to get out as he took a towel nearby off the floor and laid it down so as not to get the floor too wet before climbing out and taking another to dry himself off, using the same towel then to dry himself off and headed over to one of the armoire and he wasn't surprised when he saw that there was indeed clothes provided for him.

He took out some of the clothes provided for him, putting on a bright blue silk shirt with a golden border and the symbol of Khyador shone proudly on the front, a pair of doublets in the same color, only striped and alternating between the colors, and finally a cape...which was slightly lost onto him as to why he would need a cape for a meeting in the first place, but he wasn't about to go against his hosts just yet until an attempt was made on his life.

 

[Starlite]

Vanya was gazing into the mirror, moving from side to side and admiring the work the elves had done to make her look stunningly beautiful. It took a commotion from her bedroom door to pull her away from her image and turn to see her mother walk into the room dressed as lovely as Vanya had ever seen her before. She was completely baffled why her parents were going to so much trouble.

Behind her her mother entered her room with a few of her servants. Almost immediately,all the servants were huddled together and whispering something that seemed to amaze them. “You look absolutely beautiful, my daughter. I’m sure your father will be very pleased.” Her mother beamed. But Vanya’s eyes couldn’t help but watch the elves for a moment longer before she looked at her mother. “As you do, mother, I’ve never seen you look so radiant before.” she smiled and gave her mother a hug, noticing the elves were still whispering among themselves as she did.

Pulling back, she gave her mother her full attention, “What is the commotion about?” she asked nodding towards the huddled group. Her mother glanced behind her and returned her gaze to Vanya with a chuckle. “Oh, it seems Argath has requested a bath. The elves are amazed that the great Argath worried about cleanliness. They thought he liked being dirty.” She laughed softly before walking to the mirror and taking a look at herself in her daughter’s mirror. It was true; she couldn’t remember looking as well as she did today.

Turning back to her daughter, she reached out her hand, “It’s time to make our appearance, darling. Let’s not keep your father waiting, shall we?” Taking Vanya’s hand, she led her daughter towards the great hall.


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The great hall led to a dining area off to the side. As Vanya and her mother entered the hall, the rustling of their dresses seemed to echo off the walls. At the end of the room stood Zelphar, gazing into the fire as if deep in thought. But the moment he heard the sound the soft steps of his beloved, he turned and smiled appreciative at the two women in his life. Walking towards them, he raised his arms towards them, “Beautiful. Simply beautiful. How can Argath not be impressed by such loveliness?”

When he reached them both, he hugged his wife first, then his daughter before looking into her eyes. “You look so much better now. Later, you must tell me all you did for Argath’s men. I can feel a small stir among them, but not as great as I had anticipated. You must have done excellently.” Vanya blushed at such praise from her father and lowered her eyes a second before saying, “I hope I provided those with all you had hoped, father. I did my best to make them comfortable and have provided nothing that might offend them.” Her eyes came back to his as she finished. Surely he knew what she had done. And yet, the look on his face was filled with such pride and admiration and it was difficult to read him.

“I still do not understand why I must dress so lavishly, he’s a warrior who…I might add…wants to kill us all and take over the kingdom? I too have felt a stirring among his men, the officers, if I’m correct. But the rest of the men are accepting the hospitality quite well. I just….” Zelphar raised a finger to his lips and hushed his daughter. “No more talk of what they came for or how they are doing. We must be hospitable, Vanya. I do not wish to harm anyone, do you?” Vanya held her tongue and shook her head, “No father, I do not.” Her father nodded approvingly, “Then we must find a way to change Argath’s mind, and until we do, we will accept him as our guest. Now…let me get a good look at you.”

He took her hand and led her into walk, stopping to spin her around to see her from every angle. “Yes, our people have out done themselves with both of you tonight. I think we should have a portrait made of both of you just as you are.” Grinning at his wife, he gave her a wink. The two women began to giggle and they were enjoying this moment together awaiting Argath.

 

[Vladimir]

Argath couldn't help but look at himself in the mirror and gaze at his visage. He would admit wasn't quite what he himself would have chosen to wear, preferring to wear his dress armor rather than what he was wearing now, but it had a certain flair to it that appealed to him and for the sake of his hosts he would wear what they provided him for now until his final departure to wage wage war with them once more. He doubted that there would be anything they could do to change his mind on the subject, so loyal was he to those who raise him, that he was willing to humor his hosts for now and go along with anything they had planned up until either his departure or someone tried to kill him.

It was then that a knock came to his door and after bidding whoever was there to come in did a human servant appear through the doors. This gave Argath a bit of a shock as he had thought that Zelphar had merely been jesting when he said that he would have a human servant sent to Argath, but now there was one before him. Humans, in Argath's opinion, were not to be the servants of a minor race when they were superior race...a fact that he had proven time and again against each magical race he was made to fight against. "I am here to escort you to the Great Hall where you will met my lords and ladies and then dine with them." the human servant explained. Argath didn't say much as he approached the human and nodded his head. "Right this way then sir."

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It would be only a matter of a few minutes before Argath was soon following the servant down a flight of stairs that curved slightly into the Great hall. No words were exchanged along the way, for Argath felt that should he try to reveal anything to the servant then he would go to his superiors and relay the information to them and getting him into a bit of a bind.

Going down the stairs slowly he was greeted by a sight that was a bit of a surprise to him, for while he recognized both Vanya and her father, the other woman he assumed was her mother due to their likeliness, but the loveliness of the women that he saw standing there made those of the royal family pale in comparison. He wiped the shocked look of his face though and quickly made it appear that he was not the least impressed and approached them all with a bow. "I am here as you've requested." he said and remained bowed as he waited for permission to rise.

 

[Starlite]

Vanya and Zelphar knew Argath approached before he entered the room. They turned towards the door awaiting his entrance. The Queen, taking their cue, turned as well and the look of surprise on the warrior's face was expected. To see a human who would willingly mate with an elf must have shocked him. She was sure he had questions, but she did not have the gifts of her beloved or daughter, so she assumed, after seeing his face change quickly, that no questions would be passed across the table between them.

Zelphar greeted Argath with, "Welcome, Argath. May I introduce my wife, Queen Dafina, and of course you've already had the pleasure of meeting my daughter." The Queen step forward and cursied to Argath. "You are most welcome to our home, Sir Argath. And I want to express my most humble thankfulness for your assistance to my daughter. I will be forever in your debt." She bowed her head and turned towards her husband. "Perhaps we could find a way to express our gratitude in a more appropriate way, my King." Her smile, the sound of her voice, was so like Vanya, it was clear Vanya had inherited much of her mother's beauty. Zelphar smiled at his wife and agreed. "Yes, yes my dear, I think you are right, we shall find a way to express our gratitude in some way."

Vanya then curtsied as her mother finished. "It is an honor to see you again, Sir Argath. I pray you will enjoy the meal that has been prepared for you in your honor." Like her father, Vanya knew what Argath had thought about her mother. His very aura changed upon seeing her. It rather bothered her that this man would dishonor her with his thoughts, but then, of course, he was human and had no idea they could read him so well. Also, her father rather relished the admiration of his wife. It happened more often that Vanya cared for.

Her mother was beautiful, and sophisticated. All the things she was not. But she had never felt more inadequate beside her as she did at that moment. Why it should bother her, she wasn't aware and she didn't like it. But Vanya was coming into her own true womanhood, and there were many things she did not completely understand about her unusual feelings. So, she simply pushed such feelings away.

Zephar motioned towards the right, "Shall we make our way towards the dining room?", he asked as he took his wife's arm and led the way. Vanya stood there waiting for Argath to take her arm which was the proper thing to do when a lady was in the room without an escort. Her eyes simply looked at his as she calmly waited to see how barbarians behaved at such functions.

 

[Vladimir]

Argath turned to look at the queen and gave her a bow in turn after her husband. "Thanks for assisting your daughter isn't need, for I'm sure if one of my own men were found by one of your people they would extend to him the same generosity as I did for her." he said, meaning their daughter Vanya. He couldn't truly accept a gift from them for to do so would mean that he was softening up to their side, as well as giving his men the wrong idea as to where his allegiance lay.

Standing up from the bow then only to bow once more to Vanya. "The pleasure is mine for knowing an enchanting being such as yourself young Vanya," he said as he came back up from the bow and gave her a slight smile, though he hoped it didn't hint at something that it didn't mean, "and I'm sure that the meal shall be as excellent as your family is regal."

His gaze following her father who led the way with his wife on his arm, that left Argath alone with Vanya who no doubt expected him to do the same for her. It was going to be the second time he was going to have to touch the Elf, but he swallowed his pride for the evening and offered her his arm. "Come, it is improper for a lady of your stature to be unescorted to a meal, even if its with family and one guest." he said and when she eventually did take his arm did he follow her parents into the dining room and brought Vanya to her chair, pulling it out and awaiting for her to take it before heading to his own established place at the table.

 

[Starlite]

Vanya was surprised by how eloquent Argath was. Obviously he had been trained as a gentleman, but it was hard for her to balance the two sides of him. But when he offered his arm, she lightly took it, walking into the dining room and sitting down upon the pulled out chair. Yes, he knew his way around a proper table. As he walked around to the opposite side and took his own seat, she couldn't help but scrutinize him. His dress was impressive on him, his clothing chosen carefully and the tailors fit was impeccable. It was easy to see his muscular build and cleaned up, he actually had a rugged good looks.
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Zalphar and Dafina glanced at each other as they both realized their daughter was staring at their guest. As if knowing to take the lead, Dafina addressed her daughter to divert her eyes. "Vanya, tell us what plans you have for Argath's tour tomorrow. I'm sure he would like an idea of what to expect.", she smiled sweetly. The trick worked as Vanya tore her eyes away from the man across from her and looked at her mother. At that very moment, the servants were bustling about the table filling goblets with wine and plates with the delicious meal of meats, warm breads and local vegetables. "I thought perhaps the General would like to see our farmlands, since every army needs to eat. And then perhaps our forges, armories, and lastly, the dungeons of the castle where I'm sure he will want to torture our people for information regarding our treasures." She spoke with the sweetest voice as she spilled out her plans. There was just something irritating about the General. Everyone seemed to be walking tip-toed around him, as if they didn't know what his plans were once this charade was over. She turned and smiled sweetly at the General, "I think that would be of the most interest to our distinguished guest."

Zalphar and Dafina were silent for the longest time. That was the last thing they had expected her to say. Of course, they should have known something like that would happen. Vanya had always been an honest, precocious child. It hadn't really left her as an adult, but they had never see her so agitated by a guest either. Finally Zalphar spoke, "Well, I'm sure you are in for a very....lively tour tomorrow, Argath.", his voice its usual softness as he glanced at Argath, then his wife and nodded, to begin the feast, as he picked up his fork to eat. Dafina, with her usual grace, did the same and waited for her daughter to do the same with an impatient eye towards her.

Vanya's eyes were still on the General. She knew what was going on in her father's head, she knew her mother wasn't quite pleased with her at the moment. But she also knew the disgust the man across from her felt every time he had to touch her. Before, in his room, it offended her, but at that moment, she was rather glad he was forced to do something so totally revolting to him. Slowly a slight smile appeared on her lips, as she picked up her fork without looking at it. She may have been a elf, but she was half human as well, with all that entailed inside her.

 

[Vladimir]

Argath could defiantly feel a pair of eyes staring at him as he tried to gaze around the dining room to see how it was decorated, but with the constant nag that he was being watched it made him feel a bit like he was being watched by an assassin who wished to do him harm. He knew it had to be Vanya but didn't dare to look to make her feel....well he wasn't sure what she would have felt, but still he didn't look until he heard the voice of her mother speak up, asking her daughter to tell him what he should expect from the tour.

He stopped looking around then to look at the young woman and listened intently about the various bits about the tour. Each would give him some insight to their armies working such as the kind of weapons and armor they would bring to bear as well as any heavy weapons like Trebuchets or cannons, but at the mention of her thinking he would enjoy the dungeons he made a disgusted face. "Dungeons are filthy places," he began while looking down at the food on his plate and playing with it a little with his fork. "As well as locations of misery. I may bring war to places, but its not so that they are oppressed but made better with the promise of science. You would be surprised how much life is easier with technology working along side you."

Though he was a bit leery about the food being possibly poisonous to a human as well as there being a chance that the cook might have poisoned his meal in specific, Argath eventually drew up the courage to try a bit of it by stabbing what he thought looked like chicken and took a bite out of it. He wasn't too far off, for indeed as soon as he tasted it he recognized it to be just what he thought it looked like and then looked up the Elves, wondering if maybe they just had a thing with making food appear much differently from what he was used to feasting upon, but slowly he began to eat more of his meal at a slow pace to see if he had any ill effects from eating.

 

[Starlite]

So the great General didn't like dungeons or areas of misery. "That's most strange, General, seeing that misery is what you bring to the people you conquer. I find it hard to believe that you truly believe that science will bring peace to anyone by you and your own kind. You conquer, you do not integrate. At least not from what we've heard." Her father cleared his throat but said nothing, nor sent her any warning. She glanced at him in curiosity. Had he hoped for such a confrontation? If so, he wasn't responding to her mental thoughts, but rather ignored her. Much like Argath had glossed over her verbal attempt to get a rise from him.

Her eyes went back to Argath as she watched him pick at the food. Finally, taking a bite, Vanya shook her head with disgust. "What? You are surprised there is no poison? Please General, we don't need poison or other human tricks to get rid of...." Suddenly Zalphor spoke up loudly to drown out his daughter. "I hope you enjoy the food General. We hope to share a number of dishes with you while you are here. Our cook came to us with Dafina. I wanted my wife to have someone here who could prepare meals she would enjoy. And it seems I have learned to favor these dishes myself." Zalphor looked at his wife and smile softly to her.

Vanya was not happy about being interrupted, but of course, she conceded to her father. Sighing lightly, she lifted her fork and began to slowly eat her food.

 

[Vladimir]

"And you don't truly believe your own words do you?" he asked even though her father had interrupted and silenced her, but he would not let her get away with what she had just said. "The simple tools you no doubt have here are they themselves the result of science, for someone had to think of it or else you would still be acting like primitives with rocks still attached to sticks." Argath paused for a moment to take another bite from his meal and continued to look at Vanya. "We've merely improved upon it to make the job easier, such as machines that assist in harvesting crops or, obviously, fighting in wars."

He stopped then and looked over to her father and nodded his head, though there was an obvious look of confusion on his face. "And I shall admit that I am surprised to see both a human servant and cook, having expected only Elven servants." he said and then looked over to Dafina...she was human? He couldn't believe that news as he had first thought that she was an Elf like her daughter and husband, but if she was then that made her daughter half-human.

This defiantly confused Argath indeed as to why the man would choose to marry and have a child with a human woman and Argath choose to end those thoughts where they were and just focused on eating for the time being.