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Post by Cori Frighil on Jun 23, 2014 22:11:36 GMT
Cori stood in the Audience room. She didn't know much about the King, but her father quite liked him from what he had told her about King Connall. So, she didn't disagree with trying to join his Knight Order. If he'd have her that was. Though, Cori wasn't really there to bow down to a man just for that reason. She stood there awkwardly, though on the outside it didn't look too awkward. Her father told her to wear her best; but she declined wearing a dress to a meeting about becoming a knight.
She wore her family's kilt instead; whether it was traditional well.. her knee-high boots met the kilt's edge and a long sleeved baggy white shirt that had one of those do-up circles that was low enough that if you looked hard enough you saw some sort of cleavage. It was her mother's choice of shirt of course. But only after fighting her daughter over not wearing a dress.
She did however let her mother do up her hair in a tight braid that traveled down her back.
She stood with her sword's hilt in one hand and her sheath's end in the other. So pretty much she stood like a badass ready to cut up some shit. In a kilt. Possibly traditional.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2014 23:14:56 GMT
Connall O'Braddagh
Connall entered the audience chamber after his long walk across the palace grounds. He pushed open the door to the chamber without really looking up to see anything around him, too intent on getting into the room and settling on the little 'throne' like chair that was set up for him. He settled into the chair, and only then did he look up. And when he looked up a single brow arched when he spotted a woman. Not just a woman, though, a woman with a sword. Apparently this was the squire that he'd arranged to meet and possibly turn into a knight. Interesting. He wasn't opposed to women as knights, but he wasn't just going to let any woman be a knight. However, the fact that she was a squire under Lord Frighil made him a little less hesitant to grant her knightship. "So," he started and wondered exactly what to say. "You're the squire of Lord Frighil's that he wanted me to meet, then?" The question was rather rhetorical, but he said it none the less. "How long have you been his squire, and by the gods woman, tell me that you're not just here because he thinks you have a pretty face." |
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Jun 24, 2014 0:35:09 GMT
Lorcan followed quietly into the audience chamber after his king, hand on the pommel of the sword that hung from his belt while his blue eyes roamed the chambers. He was rather curious about this squire, knowing that Lord Frighil would only send his best men to be knighted and wondering just how good the lad might be. It was definitely a shocker when he saw a WOMAN, of all creatures, standing in front of the throne. He would frown, jaw clenching as he moves to stand behind and a bit to the right of where Connall sat. He really hoped that this wasn't some sort of joke; mostly because he didn't want the king to be angry and also because it would be quite interesting to have a female knight.
Upon hearing the king's questions to the woman he'd look incredulously at him, before letting out a loud bout of laughter, "Lord Frighil?! You've got to be kidding me. That old Lord? He wouldn't send anybody he found pretty, he'd keep them as a servant and bed them," he'd say, rolling his eyes. It was a ridiculous question, and he was quite surprised that the king would ask it. He was curious about the other questions though, so after his outburst he'd quiet, simply watching the woman with curiosity.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Jun 24, 2014 1:01:09 GMT
Seeing both gentlemen ender she eyed them both but was sort of confused at the position of who sat on the throne and who didn't. She expected the shirtless man to be the guard. But whatever, she didn't determined who was the king. But whatever. Seeing their faces when a woman was standing before them was worth it all. A visible smirk came to her face. When Connall sat down, Cori bowed to him. In a masculine fashion. Because Curtseying in a kilt? Pfft.
Upon hearing Connall's questions she'd give a nod. "One could argue that I have been his squire since birth but.. In an honesty I have been his squire since I was about 13." She answered in a calm voice. However the voice was made to kick ass. She gave him this genuine smile that just said 'Shit Eating Grin' when he asked about her pretty face and if this was the reason. Then Lorcan began talking about her 'old father' and he'd bed anyone. Then she set her jaw just a bit. Not so much in disagreement or distaste but because her calculative deep blues were thinking of a come back.
But first. "My name is Cori Frighil." She directed her practical answer as to why she was a squire directly at the King. Then eyed the Guard. Smiling sharply. She contemplated for a second. "I don't think my mother would quite like him bedding another woman. And well since his daughter is standing before you.. He's not shy to having his women in his family knowing how to land the old Lord on his ass." She'd straighten up a little. She looked nothing like Lord Frighil, so she knew they were going to react this way. There were reasons. And if they asked, she'd answer honestly. Though she did look sans red hair, much like Lady Frighil. Minus her obvious Viking-esque look.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2014 1:13:13 GMT
Connall O'Braddagh
He nodded his head to her when she bowed, though when Lorcan piped up about her father he winced ever so slightly. He knew Lorcan was joking, sort of, but that wasn't the point. The point was they had no idea how this girl felt about Lord Frighil. And then she said it, the simplest words that meant she was Lord Frighil's daughter without saying it out right, which of course she did afterwards, but it was enough. Conn obviously felt like a bit of an asshole, but he wasn't about to say anything. He made no excuses for his behavior or words, because he felt like he didn't need to explain himself to anyone. That wasn't because he was the king, it was just the way he was. Instead he stood, looked around for a servant and waved towards them as an indicator to bring forth his sword. "Well, Lady Frighil are you going to stand around bad mouthing my guard all day or shall I knight you?" he asked her, his tone even. He wasn't trying to get a rise out of her or anything, he was merely being himself. He preferred straight forward and to the point with as little dilly-dallying as possible.
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Jun 24, 2014 2:03:58 GMT
Lorcan rolls his eyes upon hearing the woman say that her mother wouldn't like her father bedding other women, "Doesn't mean it doesn't happen. And I've met your mother, she doesn't have your barbaric Viking blood; she wouldn't shame your father in such a way. Not that I think she couldn't, I just doubt she would," he'd say with a shrug. Lorcan was a very blunt person, and didn't like to skirt around honesty just to salvage somebody's feelings. The woman had to know what Lords were like, and while she might not like it, he had no doubt that her father was the same.
Upon hearing his king's question to the woman he'd frown, wondering why he was so willing to accept the squire as a knight, but he wouldn't question him. He trusted his friend's judgement, and he sort of had a good feeling about this one. It would also bring attention to their kingdom, which he considered good. He could only see knighting the first ever female squire as a good thing, especially if she was a good warrior.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Jun 24, 2014 2:17:42 GMT
When Lorcan called her a barbarian she'd give him a smile and wrinkle her nose in a wolven-like face kind of like she was 'grring' at him with her facial features. Almost trying to intimidate him in a joking fashion. Like him picking it out that she had been related to the brawny Vikings amused her instead of insulting her. She chose not to continue the banter anyways. She pretty much told herself that no one knew her parents like herself or her actual parents. Also they had their own secrets and relationship to deal with not Cori. So she didn't press on the topic. Obviously this was a not-so-Viking thing to do.
She was however amused at his frown when Connall answered her with getting a servant to bring him his sword. "Bad mouthing doesn't really get you anywhere.. Besides, I don't like verbally fighting past the first comment. Most times there's no tactic behind it." She wanted to ask why he was so hasty but she didn't want to question a king.
Whenever his sword would come she got onto a knee. Her kilt didn't lift high enough so no one found out if Cori wore her kilt traditional.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2014 2:47:35 GMT
Connall O'Braddagh
He pretty much ignored their bantering and took the sword from the servant. When she knelt he placed the sword gently on either of her shoulders. "Rise, then Cori Frighil, and be known here on out as a knight of the eastern kingdom," he said, moving his sword and handing it back to the servant who had given it to him. "You may bear the title of Lady Knight henceforth," he said as a final word on her knighting ceremony, if you could really call it that. He'd considered the possible repercussions of having a woman as a knight, but he'd also considered the good possibilities. Maybe she wouldn't be the only one who wished to be a knight, and maybe she could set a good example for those women who wished to become a knight. Whether or not she knew it, she'd taken a lot of responsibility onto her shoulders in becoming the first female knight of the kingdom.
He turned his attention to Lorcan then. "I'm going to get dressed in appropriate attire," he said to his friend before excusing himself. He stopped by one of the other servants in the room briefly. "Spread the word that I will return to the audience chamber within the hour for any who wish a chance at an audience with me," he said to the man before disappearing through the doors of the chamber. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2014 4:28:47 GMT
Marcus would watch the crowd disperse just as quickly as they came to. He shook his head slightly. How could these people not appreciate the power of music or words? Perhaps it wouldn’t be a bad idea to see what the fuss was all about. After all, he has never seen nor heard the King before, let alone in person so this just might be a rare opportunity for him. With a soft sigh, he followed the crowd up the stairs and into the Castle.
He stood in the back of the crowd, eyeing the elegances of the room they were all pushed into. Nothing that he wasn’t used to. After all, his brother had shoved him into smaller compartments as children when playing games and the like. He felt rather strange being in this room with all these people who were just like them. He placed his hands into his pockets and carefully eyed the Guards in the room, several of them he has spoken too on a regular bases as a lad when he was causing hell for them in the square. But they deserved it... They were lazy when they weren’t at war or in a tavern so he figured that running amuck and dumping everything over was a sure fire way of getting them off their lazy asses.
He was starting to get bored with just waiting for the King to arrive his this room just so all of these people can be all drool-worthy over him. He rolled his eyes and spotted an instrument in the corner of the room and couldn’t help but to walk over to it and begin playing it in his little spot. The tune was slow, and had a bit of a swaying tone to it the kind of music that would cause people to dance.
“The candles dim, the music plays
An old familiar tune.
Round and round the children they sway
Until the morning is due.
Until the morning is due.
Round and round the children they sway,
Curtseys and bows are made
Women tease their beauties
Men they’re asses too.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Jun 24, 2014 4:54:40 GMT
Cori had no idea what to do in the Audience room after besides stare at Lorcan while the others came about. Ok she didn't really stare; or did she? When she was knighted she had stood up and put her sword hilt around her waist. She knew that she'd have to deal with people looking at her kilt funny and judge her on the facts she wasn't wearing a dress. As she stood there and the people began piling in she considered going out into the Livestock Paddocks and looking at the horsies they had. Because Horses are cute.
But then she heard song after the bit of thought. Song.. Wait.. Music? Her eyes lifted and looked around the room. She saw a rather.. Well he was more kept then she usually was. That's for sure. But he was unkept looking compared to the others around them. Her head would tilt sharply though. Something about him seemed familiar. Somehow for a second there she saw Connall in the man playing his music. She shook her head.
She stood by and watched the Peddler. Listening to his song and leaning against the wall a bit. Not very lady like but hey. She's a Knight now, and wearing a kilt. She wasn't very lady like. Did I mention she's a knight? Oh and she visibly had a sword on her. She would watch the prettier of the people walk around and give her a weird glance here and there.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2014 17:22:25 GMT
Connall O'Braddagh
Connall entered the audience chamber from a different location 'cause walking past people when you're the king is almost impossible. He was dressed in slightly more appropriate attire, and when I say slightly, I mean slightly. At least he wasn't wearing ripped britches and going shirtless anymore, so there is that, right? He wasn't exactly wearing 'kingly' attire, but at least he was wearing a decent shirt without rips or stains, and the same could be said for his pants. About the only nice things he had on were his boots and that stupid crown that they forced him to wear when he took an audience with his people. The sound of music hit his ears as he entered the chamber and a small frown creased his lips, but he decided not to say anything. His gaze, however, did travel to the man in the corner who happened to be playing some sort of instrument and singing along with it. It was clear to him that the man was making the song up as he went along, but at least the tine wasn't horrible. In fact, it was rather a catchy tune. His small frown was replaced with a faint smile and he settled onto the throne like chair for the second time that morning. He cleared his throat and waited for the silence to descend on the room, which was almost instantaneous, minus the man singing and playing in the corner. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2014 23:25:50 GMT
Marcus had caught the audience's eye as he sung his tune. Without even realizing it, he heard the King clear his throat and finished his song. He blushed and quickly he placed the royal instrument back inb its spot... Gently. He didn't have the money nor the skills to replace such a valuable his green eyes looked up towards the king slowly. Yes they were looking right at him and he wasn't at all afraid to do so.
Your... majesty.. I.. um forgive me. I had noticed your insturment and couldn't help but to pick it up and play. Its kind of my.. Passion."
He said truthfully. Though he was nervous because he had never spoken to the King before and in front of numerous of people. He glanced around at the audience which stood around him before looking back at the King. Surely he had just made a mockery of himself.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2014 23:36:50 GMT
Connall O'Braddagh
His attention turned back to the man in the corner who immediately began apologizing profusely for something that really shouldn't have required an apology. He blinked slowly as he tried to think of an appropriate response to the man's apology, but he really couldn't think of anything other than, "You're really apologizing for playing music? What kind of asshole do you think I am that you feel the need to apologize for playing music?" Okay, so it really wasn't a kingly response, but it was definitely a Connall response. He shook his head and glanced at the instrument that was probably worth more than his own life. It had not been something that he had purchased. While he enjoyed music as much as the next person, he wasn't insane enough to spend that kind of money on any single thing. Most people would probably be shocked to know that the majority of his possessions, including all the livestock that he had, had only cost a small fraction of what that particular instrument had cost. He blinked, though, since he realized that asking that in front of an audience of people probably wasn't that smart of an idea. "Er. Don't answer that question," he said quickly. "But, please, if it makes you happy, feel free to continue playing to your heart's content," he said with a chuckle. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2014 1:19:26 GMT
Marcus would look at the King as he spoke, than turned to face the crow he was in and just shook his head. He wasn't sure on how to react to such words so he disregarded the King's... Encouragement? and denied anything else musically while in the room. "I would, but I should probably go now as I am... Clearly under dressed even for this room. I really just wanted to see what all the fuss was about."
He told him, and dipped his head a bit. He eyed the guitar on his way out and sighed. It was a beautiful instrument. He didn't understand how or why such a device was just sitting in the corner space it wasn't a painting by any means so it didn't need any eyes just watching it. His eyes kept a look out for the floor beneath his feet as he walked towards the door of the audience room and into the hallways. He couldn't believe how much of of a fool he had made himself.. Singing in front of the King and his audience whom must've been some kind of nobles as well. He felt rather embarrassed in the whole situation and figured that, he would just have to stick to towns-people and livestock as his audiences.
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Post by Moira Coughlan on Jun 28, 2014 4:33:25 GMT
A new day had started and Moira found herself in the Northern Kingdom. She had been summoned to her own Audience room after helping clean up her lady in waiting in the Northern Kingdom. She found herself face to face with a young girl claiming to be the daughter of Moira's dear friend and the late King of the Eastern Kingdom. Moira would be lying if she knew who Connall was. She only knew his name and that she startled her husband with the news that she would be leaving to go see the King to bring Ina. But something inside of Moira was giddy about meeting a King who actually did some part of his job. Even if he had been a Tactician and Soldier before he was a King. But she wasn't the sort to judge a character about their passions; look at who she married for instance.
She stood there calmly. Patiently. The servants were at an uproar about having the Queen in the Audience room. Asking her constantly if they could get her anything. She had word that her cousin was there too and it had been forever since she saw her. She only required to meet Connall it seemed. She had to return to her own kingdom not to long after. The queen stood elegantly in a very detailed emerald green dress. It showed her rather kind-to-the-eyes hour glass shape. She didn't know what kind of King she'd be dealing with so she wore what she had to see the late King who was a bit more old fashioned. She had her hair out though, and screw the notions of her crown. Some part of her felt like a princess again trying to show off to a King she didn't know. She had been a bit nervous but none of that played on her face. She was calm on the outside.
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