07.01: The Seventh Winter

[Ruben]

Ruben's arrival was at once shocking and utterly unnoticed.

Standing in the doorway, in his heavy sailor's coat and rough canvas duffle slung over one shoulder, he smiled a tobacco-stained grin as he surveyed the scene from behind his bushy salt and pepper beard. The staff quickly took notice and silently gave signals to meet him, while his presence passed completely unnoticed by the guests. Swiftly, two stewards materialized at each elbow, guiding him down the hall to a dressing room, where they were pleased to find an officer's evening coat beneath the weather-worn exterior layers.

Deemed suitable, he was soon steered back to the ballroom and abandoned again in the doorway. Still drawing no notice from his fellows, he found his way to the bar, took his drink, and leaned back to survey the crowd.

[Joshua]

Seems like there's a small group hanging out near the Refreshments. (which includes Ruban and Renny, and someone with aviator gloves dressed as a black mage.)

[coldcandor]

"Darnell, Page of Tir-Na Nog'th, and Solten of Amber." Announces a herald, and in walks a gray elf in a purple military jacket and leather pants (purple leather is hard to find!) and a tall rugged looking man garbed in tribal clothing and moccasins, a ceremonial sword belted at his waste and long braid hanging slightly wet to mid back. The elf looks energetic, the man bemused; a small crooked smile on his face.

Solten sniffs and comments "Ah, food! Now that's one thing I understand well." He looks to Darnell. "Care for some refreshments?"

[Joshua]

(For those of you who are curious, Darnell is wearing this in vibrant purple and with elf-ears and a sword-cane. Well, more a sword-band-leader-baton.)

He looks over and takes off the ridiculous sunglasses and looks at the refreshment line. "Might be worth a look. I'll let you mingle... I've already eaten, and I actually feel a sudden inspiration for art." He will display remarkable courtly grace in bowing out, and taking an empty table, where he will look directly at the refreshment line, pull out a sketchpad, and start drawing in charcoal.

[Joshua]

After a rather short time, Darnell will make a lunge for a robed figure heading from the refreshments to the entrance, leaving his sketchbook behind. There will be a few short words that ends with a loud, "what?!" from the stranger. With that, he's ushered to the front of the room for a short talk with the guards.

[Joshua]

As Osmund (he has at least said his name to the guards) is getting registered, there's a little bit of commotion as Oberon arrives.

Oberon is a well known member of court, a tall man, youthful and strong, with a noble-lady on each arm. He struts into the room, eliciting glares of envy from some of the other females in the room. He's wearing a tunic and overcoat out of a renaissance painting, with an oversized fencing rapier that looks a bit more like a longsword. He takes a seat at one of the dining tables, ready for the upcoming meal.

He is greeted by a rousing chorus of recognition from the nobles at the table, and immediately starts to talk of local goings-on and practices in the city and castle.

[Meeg]

A late arrival's appearance at the main entryway goes almost unnoticed. He whispers to the herald and is announced as "His Royal Highness Prince Lukas of the Kingdom of Delta." Lukas takes the herald aside for another interview; this time he has a cross look on his face and even out of earshot it's clear that he is dealing harsh words. "Correction: His Royal Highness Prince Lukas of the Kingdom AND Delta." There is a fanfare.

Lukas takes off his purple cape and hands it to a page. He is wearing his normal uniform (like this, basically, but in light gray), but in honor of the occasion he has supplemented it by pinning a medal to his purple sash (he will proudly tell you that it is that of a Commander of the Order of the Silver Sun and Blue Sky) and strapping to his side a ceremonial katana with sheath displaying a tiger and dragon motif.

He descends the stairs and takes a few steps into the room. After making this "grand entrance," he puts his hands on his hips, puffs up his chest and surveys the fold. He knows nobody.

[Joshua]

Osmund makes his was back to the refreshments.

The other person in a semi-military attire who is wearing purple, Darnell, walks up to Lukas and taps him on the shoulder, before retrieving his sketchbook. "Nice to meet you. I'm Darnell, Prince of Eldamar, yet, that means nothing here. Here, I am the Page of Tir-Na Nog'th, and that's what matters. Come, let's talk." He gestures over to the dining table, and offers you a seat near one of the corners.

[Joshua]

A herald comes into the room and declares that dinner will be served shortly.

(OOC: Time to make new threads for those who are going to be sitting down. Threads = the side conversations... Dinner will be... likely Sunday in RL-time.)
Current Dinner Seatings include: (not all have threads yet, feel free to make one, or PM me and I'll make one)

• Oberon talking to Solten at the main dining table
• Table Corner, with Darnell and Lukas
• Morgana is currently sitting by herself at the horrible: Table of the Giant!!! (at 6' 8" this ogre is a little too terrifying for any of the humans to be sitting near her.)
• Not sure if the card game will become a seating or not (should be a new thread if it is...)
• Any new seating, like when people move from other threads to the dining area.

[misfit]

Nuall strolls about for a few minutes, trading greetings with random people in the crowd. In time he drifts over to speak to Solten and Oberon.