RP:Kingdom of Enchantment World Leader Gathering
Part of the Wholehearted Wanderers Arc
Part of the Once Upon a Midnight Dreary Arc
Summary: What was meant to be a civil roundtable discussion with fellow world leaders to calmly discuss the state of affairs in Lithrydel and Rynvale, intent on sharing resources in an era of peace, devolves into paranoia and suspicion regarding the noted absence of the iconic witch of Cenril. During this bickering, subtext regarding the true intention of other kingdom’s goals are glossed over by most, and revelations are had by others, leaving room for suspicious characters to slip into the crowd.
Magical Meeting Chambers
Serving as the meeting hall for discussions too serious or time-consuming for the throne room, the grand round table is the focal point of this room. A single pristine white lace circle encompasses the span of the table, allowing glimpses of the lacquered cherry wood beneath to glisten in the light. The entirety of the northern wall is not crafted from wood nor brick, but from a magically reinforced series of glass panels overlooking a rose garden. Judging from the gnomish groundskeepers coming and going without so much as a glance towards the window, it would appear that this is a one-way panel for ease of privacy. A chandelier of ivy-wrapped amethyst and rose quartz hangs above the table, casting the room in a calming glow. The sole doorway here is to the main foyer to the west.
There is little room for misunderstandings in this meeting room. The round table has been adorned with a central tea kettle and cups gathered at the center in different painted motifs meant to represent the different areas. Where another place may have set today’s visitors to be spectators, there are no frills regarding the seating arrangements: the leaders may sit wherever they like, even if it is not with fellow leaders. An unusual occurrence, though, is that the table never seems to be filled. Was there not only six chairs when people started gathering? Yet, the table seems to have grown to comfortably accommodate more and more visitors, and the number of teacups never seems to diminish. Those who are taking notes for regional papers have relegated themselves to a plush, quilted bench, where parchment sheets have been held in place against wooden boards. Having no need to travel, Queen Lunalesca is the first to be seated at the table, where she is reading over documents with a cup of floral tea in her hand. Kanna wants to say something, but has rarely had a moment to herself in the past few weeks. The bardess is seated on the bench alongside the other reporters, quietly discussing an agreement for her to have a piece published in the paper with a disgruntled gnome. “Come, take a seat wherever you’d like, dearies.”
Meri is here in the company of Magikrios as a representative of Kelay-Sage. The blonde lycan seems about as excited for this political event as she was the last one. While her expression betrayed her lack of enthusiasm, the blonde still managed to keep her tongue stilled for the sake of respect….of Kelay-Sage. Meri’s attire mirrors what she wore to the World Summit: clean black pants tucked into armored black boots, black bracers free from dings, etc, etc. The tattooed woman might have the look of a warrior but she does appear to be noticeably lacking in weaponry. Meri will follow Magikrios and claim a seat next to him, presumably at the table but…hey…Magikrios could surprise her.
Lanlan descends to Enchantment following a rainbow road. An enormous flying manta ray that seems only half-real pulls his carriage along by an invisible tether. When the rainbow touches down to the Enchantment grounds, the carriage slows and rolls to a stop before the castle, and then the road and the manta ray both seem to disappear into sparkling stardust. The carriage doors swing open, and three others disembark before him. Two knightly looking mages, wearing armor that seems to be made of enchanted glass, and a stout and stately halfling man. It’s the dapper and wise Lord Thistledown Bramblefoot, wearing well tailored clothing and neatly combed hair, and an especially proud yet easygoing look. Lanlan follows him out of the carriage and they both approach the meeting chambers together, Lord Thistledown appearing to be continuing a conversation that was happening earlier. Lanlan seems to be trying to listen, but he is almost worn down from it, visibly. When the doors to the meeting room open and the guests begin filing in, Lanlan finds a chair facing the door and claims it, with vibe alone, meaning that he hovers over it while he waits for the others to file in. Lord Thistledown searches, but appears to find none of what he’s looking for; the banquet seems to be hiding. “I warned you to eat first,” Lanlan reminds him smugly, but the halfling lord replies that he did. They do eventually sit themselves down, and despite their vast differences in height, both seem well accommodated by the tables and chairs. Lanlan pulls a cup of tea for himself and Lord Thistledown and he begins making whispered one way introductions of the other attendees for the halfling noble’s benefit.
Magikrios is here with Meri and his expression matches hers. It's nothing personal to Enchantment or the Queen. He's annoyed at the whole situation that has previously unfolded to lead some of the continent's leaders to yet another summit. He's dressed just a tad bit better than he was for the Vailkrin summit. The color of his outfit is mostly black. The only thing not black? His dress shirt. It's dark grey. Surprisingly, he's in a nice pair of dress slacks. Does he have dress shoes to match? Nah. Work boots. Clean work boots, mind you. Look, laundry needs to be done and he's been entirely too busy in the forest planning a few projects and meeting with a few elven tribesmen. Regardless of what happens in the rest of the world, Kelay and Sage still have their own hardships to dig themselves out of. The Lyastri grabs two teacups meant for Kelay-Sage. Hopefully someone knows the Guardians of Sage enough to have slipped in a few sips of whiskey into the tea. Magikrios then slips into a seat at the table and clears his throat. He then leans to his side towards Meri and whispers quietly just before taking a sip of tea.
Parsithius probably has no right to be here, because he's certainly no leader anymore. But he still arrives, rather unceremoniously and unremarkably. The most remarkable thing about his appearance is he, himself, rather than the worn traveler's garb and tarnished larketian cuirass he wears- he has striking blonde hair and intense cobalt eyes among a myriad of muscle and scar tissue down to the very telltale noose-like scar that encircles his neck. Wordlessly, he steps in, looks around, and moves toward a seat unbidden and unheralded.
Magikrios whispered something to Meri.
A rather heavily pregnant redhead made her way into the meeting room, dressed in black as per usual, and with a rather solemn look on her face. She looked tired, and did her best to mask it with her usual dark makeup, but there was only so much that makeup could do to hide it. Khitti settled herself into a chair, away from the actual region leaders, that of which she was not. The witch chewed on the inside of her bottom lip idly as everyone gathered, as olive-green eyes peered around the room.
Loravelle actually had very low hopes with actually being permitted in for this meeting, but Leoxander couldn't attend due to his allergies. He asked her to go in his place alongside Lita, who she'd absolutely cling to like glue if she could. She brought along the invitation left at the shipwright's office in Rynvale as if that might be some sort of proof that she had a reason to be here, but she's sufficiently crumpled the document in her trembling hand. But there is, at least to Lora, a clear distinction on who in attendance sits where, which meant a separation from Lita. She reluctantly steps away from Rynvale's Commander to seat herself at the reporter's bench rather than the leader's table, and pulls one of the ledgers Leo gave her to keep his books from her satchel to scribble down notes with a thin stick of graphite.
Meri whispered something to Magikrios.
Jaxson Ravencroft leads a small contingent of hand selected guards who have escorted the acting Mayor of Cenril, Hector Cyprian, to the arranged second meeting of world leaders. No real threat is presumed, and Queen Lunalesca's region is respected to ensure such, but given recent events with Valrae's disappearance no chances are taken. Hector is dressed for his new station in a professional attire (suit and ties ensemble), while his guards look very much the part of soldiers in shining breastplates and matching helms, armed with sword and shield. Out of the five, four of them stay outside the chambers out of respect, securing the carriage the Mayor arrived in, while Jaxson alone is who follows Hector inside. Scanning the gathering area of representatives of the realms, Jax's gaze studies the room as Hector claims a seat at the table a few seats down from Queen Lunalesca and waits patiently for things to begin. Given how things went down before, Hector seems resolved, composed and ready for the meeting, ever the professional. Jaxson simply takes a seat as close by to Hector as possible without being in the way.
Macon is not attending the summit today. Besides the debacle that the previous gathering in Vailkrin is widely regarded as, there have also been numerous semi-credible threats leavied on Larket and the royal family following the disappearance of Cenril's mayor. The King of Larket holds court back home, surrounded by The Royal Guard. He has sent an envoy to ensure Larket has a presence here, one that inspires significantly less ire and is perfectly capable of protecting itself should any attempt be made against them. The Headmaster of The Larketian Academy of Magics, Percival arrives at the venue in flowing white robes emblazoned with the emblem of his school, carrying a very thin Xalious Wood staff that wind seems to swirl tightly around, rustling up leaves, and dust, and dirt as the half elf walks. Everything the relatively young head mage does appears to be subtly aided by a sourceless, focused gust. The fingertips of his free hand merely tap against the seatback of his chosen chair at the table and the thing slides out for him to lower gracefully into, and it is without any visible motion of his own that the seat is pushed back in towards the table for him. He offers kind greetings for the hosts and other’s arriving that are softly spoken, but carried upon that same mystical wind so as to be heard perfectly well by their intended recipients. Percival folds his hands on the table and waits, his aim to be the antithesis of his king at this meeting, the Xalious Wood staff doing its own part to mimic the Rage Knight’s signature great axe, standing unnaturally balanced upright beside its owner…
Rumiko 's arrival came not too far behind her families, and if Meri or Magik had noticed her they'd receive a small not of her head. She'd choses a lighter color for this meeting, a pale blue gown stitched with varying shapes of butterflies started at the hem around her feet and arched up the skirting to stop just below the modest neckline. The nymph was not alone in her entrance, the woman walking arm in arm with an old acquaintance- one of the current residents of Enchantment. Small smiles and whispered words were issued back and forth betwixt the pair, stopping only once they neared closer to the Queen, and both women offered a bow and curtsey. Unless they were spoken to directly, they'd both be off to find a place to sit.
Queen Lunalesca sets down her tea and rests her elbows on the tables. Not her bare elbows, naturally, for her gloves extend up to her bicep, where it disappears under gossamer billowing sleeves. “It seems as though everyone has gathered. Let it be noted that our invitation was declined by official representatives of Frostmaw, Chartsend, Venturil, Kregus, Gualon, Gamorg, Vailkrin, and Vhys.” Most probably would not have noticed if representatives for those areas even did make an appearance, but both Kanna and Queen Lunalesca seem to make a pout when Vhys is mentioned. “I know that you must all be exhausted from the spectacle we were unwittingly made to be audience members for in place of civil discussion, but I am deeply grateful that you all came out today. Please forgive my informality; I spent far more centuries being a working healer than I did being an aristocrat.” She begins, waving a hand haphazardly before weaving both hands together to create a bridge for her chin. Iridescent eyes scan those gathered and still gathering at the table with a curious smile. “Tell me. Have those of you in positions of power noticed any unusual patterns to your populations since Trist’Oth collapsed and the denizens of the Dark Forest were forced to relocate to accommodate the drow? It seems as though recordkeeping has been sparse given the recent disasters across Lithrydel and Rynvale.”
Quintessa has been a guest in Enchantment for some time now, her perfect timing negotiating with the Queen for such liberties trading here weeks prior being far from a coincidence. The Fallen Countess had placed herself here on purpose to attend the summons, so when the changeling enters the meeting room she is dressed like someone who expected to be here. Long raven hair is tied high in an updo, twin silver-pins keeping it in place as her equally black gown flows around her like ink. She places herself next to Khitti when she seats, giving the redhead a sympathetic look as she mentally notes the progression of her pregnancy. “Good to see you,” she whispers to her, her expression failing to look anything but wary of the situation.
Penelope was also a spectator today. The meeting was so close to home, she could not help but to be nosy, especially in tense situations. Plus, she had missed the Vailkrin’s summit and only caught up through headlines of local papers. The healer slides into the room and keeps her distance away from the leaders, and she remains standing near the entrance to watch from afar. Minimalistic garb is worn to blend in with the watch-crowd, except she keeps that medical satchel at her side, as usual with that healer’s emblem and steadily watches each leader within the room.
Parsithius is no leader, but he's certainly sitting at the leader's table, idly scratching a stubbled chin.
Meri whispers to Magik…a little too loudly, “Ugh, at least we don’t need to look at King Macon’s ugly face today.” The entire table is not likely to have overheard this commentary but…probably her immediate neighbors did. Definitely more than just Magikrios. Meri solemnly swears that she is definitely neutral (so long as the name Larket is never mentioned to her). Rumiko is in fact noticed and greeted with a warm smile and a nod…and then Meri promptly shushes, realizing that Queen Lunalesca is actually asking a question of the entire group. While the blonde is normally not at a loss for words, Magikrios is the one who is left to do the speaking. He was sitting right next to her, after all.
Percival's exodus from The Mage Tower to become Larket's headmaster would have roughly lined up with the very back end of Parsithius' time on the throne. The half-elven man stares across the table and dissects the weave to assure himself there is no illusion magic at work here before mouthing, "Fighting Freedom, your highness..." The somewhat ironic Larketian slogan left in the halls of Fort Freedom by Jacklin should be easily heard by the previous Larketian King, though not by most others if they weren't listening for it.
Loravelle notices a head of blonde hair at the table that isn't Meri's, but a man's who is virtually unknown to her despite how jarring the familiarity of his hair color is. She squints at Parsithius, and finds herself partially mouthing her fiance's name questioningly. But no, that isn't Leo. That's someone else.
Parsithius cuts his gaze across the table to Percival, not unaware of the mouthing and slogan and easily picking it up. His eyes narrow, but only to more keenly pierce the distance between them and study the mage's features. "Fighting freedom. I recognize you, but I cannot say I can put a name to your face," it's been too long, and they were never close. Parsithius was never much fond of magic, or even Enchantment (having suggested more than once to turn it into a giant lumber mill). He doesn't quite catch Loravelle's partial mouthing, but does glance at her at the feeling of eyes upon him. "I fear I'm outed as no leader," he says to the current Enchantment ruler, "But I've been one long enough to offer my advice as I look for a particular scallywag."
Khitti offered her adopted daughter a faint smile. “Likewise,” she whispered. As Queen Lunalesca spoke, Khitti considered telling Quintessa of what had transpired between her, Khitt, and Kasyr recently, but alas, now wasn’t the time unfortunately, as she went to answer the fae queen. “Being one of those denizens of the Dark Forest--” Well, mostly anyway. “--I haven’t really noticed much. But, the drow are good at keeping to the shadows, as most of us in that region are, so they are very likely there but keeping to themselves. If they come looking for assistance from the Necromancer’s Guild, for food and shelter and whatnot, they’ll get it. I highly doubt they’ll get it from Vailkrin’s “king” with the way things have been going lately.” There was an obvious tone change when she spoke of Kasyr… and it wasn’t a good one.
Lanlan speaks up when Queen Lunalesca inquires about the drow, his voice ringing clear and silvery despite the number of people who might be talking at the same time. “I’ve involved myself in their reclamation of the city,” he begins. “Since their city’s infrastructure was kept largely intact, many of those who initially fled have already begun to return, it seems. This could explain the difficulty of the numbers. Much of the ones who yet remain in Vailkrin are ones that have become undead thanks to Caluss’s influence.” He pauses just for a moment. “It isn’t clear if they are being detained by the king forcibly, or if there is some other reason why they don’t return home.” After a moment, he glances over to Percival, and then back to Queen Lunalesca. “Their leadership, though fractured, was as surprised as I think we all were to find that they were in an alliance with both Vailkrin and Larket.”
Magikrios gives any friendly faces a quick wink, nod, or smile as he sees fit before focusing his attention to the Queen as she speaks. When it's appropriate to do so, he stands to face the Queen of Enchantment, "Kelay and the surrounding forests of Sage have not noticed any unusual patterns outside of a small group of folks seeking refuge in a quiet part of the forest. I have also yet to find even a bit of evidence as to where the 'labor camps' are." Magikrios is obviously stilled annoyed at the rumor that began to swirl in Vailkrin during the last meeting and will keep squashing that rumor any time he can. Magikrios makes it a point to look at everyone in the room while he continues to speak, but might have lingered on Percival for just a half second longer than everyone else, "Kelay has always been a welcoming land and will continue to do so." He finally looks back at the Queen and nods his head towards her, before returning to his seat.
Jaxson watches from his seat apart from the group as the meeting kicks off, though his gaze focuses upon the Larketian representative the most. Rumors and hints have arose of Larket being a involved in some manner with Valrae's disappearance, and everything within the man wants him to burst out those accusations in front of everyone and demand the truth, however unlikely it would come, from Macon's chosen delegate. But this is why Hector sits in the seat, and stands as acting Mayor. The elderly former Captain of the Guard is a professional, and has experience navigating such events and the wisdom to not allow personal feelings overflow into politics. The fact he allowed Jaxson in here was a courtesy and a test at the same time, for Hector knows Jax is desperate to be out looking for Valrae, but knows too the hazards of laying out accusations without solid proof, especially against another kingdom, and even more so one that has so recently made the claims that Larket has at the last meeting of world leaders. And so, Hector simply states. "Cenril will offer aid where we can, but as of now we've matters that demand out attention." He says it without saying it, as he is sure all the other leaders know why he is sitting in this chair and Valrae isn't. But this isn't a meeting about that, and so unless addressed directly Hector would not drive the meeting in the direction, not while they have agents working to find solid proof to work on.
Magikrios whispered something to Meri.
Rumiko chose to remain mostly silent as those around her spoke, taking in whatever bits of information the others offered in their words, tone and body language. Occasionally she'd lean closer to her companion to offer softer, careful words, though most of her time was spent watching. For what she didn't quite know yet. Bright eyes found Parsithius as he spoke, and her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to remember where she knew him from. Khitti earned much the same expression, though there was no question as to her familiarity. Quintessa too was offered a glance then, and Rumi couldn't help the small curved her lips. The smile vanished as quickly as it came, her attention once more shifting towards the next speaker, then Magik when it is his turn. If they were not in such a serious place, she might have made faces at him.
Meri whispered something to Magikrios.
Macon || Percival nods and reintroduces himself, "Headmaster Percival of The Larketian Academy of Magics." He can forgive the former monarch for not recognizing him, Under the wind mage's wing and in Parsithius' absence, the institution has grown tremendously from the little brother afterthought of Xalious's Tower, into what Macon touted it as during the previous summit in Vailkrin; a cutting edge magical research university.
Magikrios whispered something to Meri.
Loravelle should be taking better notes, but she keeps her eyes fixed on Parsithius for just a little too long. Her fiance never described his brother unless it was in relatively vague details, but the similarities in this man's face and the words he spoke then were difficult to ignore. This isn't the appropriate time to inquire, so she refocuses on her note taking for Leo once she's returned to Rynvale. Speaking of, with Lita being silent about Rynvale's population, Lora finds herself bouncing between contributing to the leader's conversation and keeping quiet. But someone had to speak up for the island, didn't they? Just once. The woman shoots her trembling hand skyward in effort to get the leaders at the table's attention, and stammers out, “Th-there,” not loud enough. She projects her voice a little more. “There haven't been unusual patterns for...for Rynvale. Leo – er, Governor Leoxander hasn't made note of any.”
Quintessa also had things she wanted to talk to Khitti about regarding Vailkrin but she would let those questions wait as she listens to the reports coming in from the different regions. She nods her head at her adopted mother’s summarization of the status of the Dark Forest. “Last time I was in the Dark Forest myself it was much the same. My patrols had spotted small groups of Drow crossing the borders in the east but there were no signs of undead among them. It has been some time since I was there to oversee the situation however, so I can’t say if it is the same.” A glance is given to Magikrios before she echoes his statement on concentration camps. “The only new camp in the Sage Forest is mine and we are there voluntarily. The Guardians of the Sage have welcomed me and my people without conditions that would limit our autonomy, I can vouch for that personally.”
Meri nods in agreement with Magikrios. The urge to make squinty eyes at Hector and start in with 'who are you and what did you do to Valrae' is resisted. Only barely. Why did Magikrios even let Meri come to these things?
Parsithius smiles in polite appreciation for Percival's introduction, even lofting his brows in surprise at the timbre of prestige that the name touted- it was barely anything when the former king left. Now it was here representing the nation. But any response is cut short with his brother's name, and the outcast knight slices his gaze immediately at Loravelle, clearing his throat to ask, "Where -is- the pirate, anyway?"
Percival, whether he has intelligence on refugees entering or residing in Larket or not, has not been cleared to discuss anything like that here today, so when the question comes around to his turn to answer, he kindly responds that Larket has nothing out of the ordinary to report in that regard.
Magikrios offers Lora an arched eyebrow as she raises her hand, but is quick to return his face to normal as she mentions Leo. After Quintessa speaks up to lay claim to his statement, he mouths a 'thank you' towards her. The elven male then returns his attention to Meri and continues their hushed conversation.
Lunalesca nods solemnly, taking her own notes with a magically conjured quill as everyone speaks. “Archmage D'l'sel D'issan, the trust between Xalious and Enchantment, as well as that of the Burrows has always been strong.” This is said with a nod in acknowledgement of Lord Bramblefoot. “Our lands are still deeply indebted to your people for their aid in restoring the gateway. That said, I trust your judgment regarding the back and forth between Vailkrin and Trist’Oth. It seemed as though there were more survivors than initially estimated, but not knowing how many of them have regained their faculties as undead would not be a viable feat for any leader.” A quirk of the lip into a smirk is directed at Khitti. “Though, some might handle it with more decorum than others.” To Parsithius, Lunalesca tilts her head. “I have not forgotten your face. I believe it was during your reign that our regular trading of stone for medicinal plants both living and dried was established, no? Do you have reason to believe someone here knows the person you’re in search of?” If the faerie has an opinion on Parsithius as a person, her smile does not betray it.” To Magikrios, “Of course there were never camps, bardess Kanna tells me that it has become somewhat of a running joke across taverns over the last few weeks to exclaim that there are similar camps on the moons, or in a secret room inside a Rynvale volcano. As our longest ally, rest assured that I do not doubt your abilities as the Guardian of Sage. That said, have any undead been seen in your parts of the forest?” Loravelle is met with a relieved smile from the elderly queen. “That is the perfect song to sooth my ears, dearie. If the fluctuations have not yet crossed the seas, then we can safely overcome this as equals instead of competitors for resources. Speaking of resources… The world is experiencing growth not seen since The First Golden Age. While my time here is limited and must stay focused on the succession of my kingdom’s best interests, it would be irresponsible to not ensure that I am not forgetting my neighbors.” She withdraws a folded letter from within her pile of documents. “Balgruuf has sent word that the little quota of redwood, enchanted food, and other materials has been reached for Frostmaw’s rebuilding efforts. Thanks to Mayor Valrae’s assistance in hosting the charity bazaar and the winter…” The fae waves her hand in search of a word. “Contest of strength, we have ample resources remaining to assist in any strained kingdoms that might need them.”
Kanna looks at the one-way window, where an unusual cat has its face pressed completely to the glass, as though glaring and trying to see through it. The cat snorts a few times in frustration, fogging up the glass with its breath, before disappearing into a wisp of smoke that fades into the rose garden. That was odd.
Loravelle's eyes resettle on Parsithius with some look of surprise. It is him. What a peculiar set of circumstances. The mousy woman swallows. Now that attention is on her, she's quick to lower her hand and turn the graphite stick she brought along to write with in her fingers. She deliberately chooses to refer to her fiancé with a different title rather than pirate, given the setting. “The Governor was not able to make it today. He's at the port.” The fae queen's smile elicits a timid grin of her own, and then she's back to note taking and wishing she could shrink to something unnoticeable.
Meri blurts out, “Where is Mayor Valrae? She wasn’t at the last Summit either.”
Parsithius stares at Loravelle for several long seconds before nodding in gratitude, before turning to the fae queen, "It was, and it seems I've a lead to follow anyway. I appreciate your help, but I'll take my leave- seems much has happened in my absence that leaves me without much ability to offer insight," he chuckles lightly as he rises to his feet.
Lanlan said to Lunalesca, "Archmage Lanlan is fine, I don't use that other name anymore."
Lanlan inadvertently looks toward Percival for an answer to Meri's question.
Percival, with his natural talent in sensing magic, was momentarily distracted by that vanishing cat in the window, but his attention is snapped back into the room with Meri's outburst. Thankfully, despite all the rumors swirling around, it wasn't directed specifically towards the headmaster, so he will not address what might soon become an elephant in the room, at least not yet. Not until someone actually points a finger in the direction of Larket.
Loravelle doesn't know what to make of the outcast knight's stare, but she feels her blood run cold when he seems prepared to leave after she's dropped Leo's whereabouts to him. She promised to attend this meeting and can't leave. Presuming Parsithius might step past her on his way out, she flips to a blank page in her notebook to scribble down a note and pass his way.
Parsithius is passed a note on the way out.
Magikrios simply shakes his head at the Queen's question, "With Kelay being close to the center of these lands, folks of all walks of life, or undeath, come and go as they pass through. If you are asking if these undead are making Kelay-Sage a hub for their kind? Such actions would have been brought to my attention almost immediately." The elf pauses for a quick moment then smirks, "There is an undead person who calls Kelay-Sage home and has somehow found her way into living at my house. Her name is Mirshann Lyastri D'Chath and she is my daughter." With Meri blurting out her question, Magik's first reaction is to look at Hector. However, it's Lanlan's sudden movement to look at Percival that makes Magik follow suit.
Jaxson nearly leaps out his seat to point that very finger, as any man would in his position, but Hector calmly replies to the question of Meri. "Mayor Baines is missing, and the matter is being investigated thoroughly." Its a blunt way to do it, but Hector says it with calm and even tones, looking to Meri as he answers her question but holding a poised and professional expression.
Kanna’s lips twitched into a frown as her sister blurted out her question about Valrae. She’d been thinking it too, of course. She’d made it known to Kasyr, on the off chance that his head had been so squarely up Macon’s butt that he hadn’t noticed the disappearance of the blonde witch. “I’m going to have to echo my sister’s question. Often times, Valrae and I can go for weeks without seeing one another, despite living in the same city and being close. But her not showing at two summit meetings now is highly out of character for her.” Much like Lanlan did, her attention shifted towards Percival, though her question was for all. “-Where is Valrae?-” There was a certain iciness to her words, the redhead an obvious mama bear when it came to her friends, as well as her family.
Kanna tilted her head at Hector, smirking somewhat bitterly. “Are you? Are you really? Because if I have to go out and find her myself in my state, things will not be pretty.”
Hector turns to Khitti, not malice in his words, and replies. "We are, and if you are able to find her quicker than we can you would only find the gratitude of a kingdom awaiting you."
Quintessa ‘s expression grows grim as Valrae’s absence was brought up. She didn’t know if this was the time or place to mention that she knew something- that she might have been the last person to see the Mayor of Cenril alive. The only thing that keeps Quintessa from speaking up is the fact that it was publically known Quintessa tried to assassinate Valrae once before, saying that she saw her before she disappeared with a looming trial in the future would only throw suspicion upon her. For now, however, the changeling remains quiet, trying not to look anyone in the eyes as the others continue to speak on it.
Meri does not look to be in the slightest bit assured by Hector's response but Meri has shifted her gaze and is staring hard at Percival now.
Lanlan takes a deep breath as the mayor is brought up and discussed in earnest.
Jaxson sits and boils inside, as demands to know where Valrae's location is arise to only be met by Hector's professional replies, all the while the Ravencroft heir knows that clues (however flimsy) have been pointing to Larket's involvement. The sorcerer wants to levy the accusations, he'd love to do them to Macon's face. He knows the Rage King hates witches, he knows Macon would happily try to kill Valrae, he just -knows- Larket had something to do with it all, its just obvious! Right? Emotion boil and rise within the nobleman as Hector becomes enthralled with trying to answer all the other leaders questions about Valrae with correct political approaches... all the while Jaxson's heart starts to race more and more with every passing second.
Lita leans back in her seat. Seems Lora has this one covered. She might just enjoy some tea this time around..
Kanna stares firmly at the ground. This is not the place to bring up the things she has heard with Larketian representatives in the room, and if she catches the eye of any of Valrae’s allies, she’ll flicker her eyes to the doorway before putting her head back down. Queen Lunalesca ruminates on this question. As the talks get heated, she transforms her pen into a wand and taps the rim of her teacup to gather everyone’s attention again. “If memory serves me right, the news of her absence was announced on the eve before the first summit, correct?” Iridescent eyes coyly drift over to Percival and all his insignias representing Larket. “I can’t imagine that these two things are related, perhaps Mayor Valrae was called away on some sort of family emergency. We can only pray to the pantheon that she returns soon. Wouldn’t want a scandal on our hands, would we?” It does not take a rogue to know that the Queen is lying and her intonation indicates otherwise, but the papers will only print the words for what they are on the very surface. While she speaks, her eyes do not leave Percival and her smile does not falter. “I’m sure the monarchy of Larket wishes to see her return home safely too, right?”
Percival equates three passive aggressive looks to one pointed finger and finally speaks up, the Aeromancer casting a simple spell to amplify his soft voice around the room, "Larket has no information on the whereabouts of Cenril's Mayor. You can rest assured that if she was apprehended by Larketian authorities, it would not be kept a secret. Valrae Baines was executed -publicly- by our kingdom and I have been assured that the same sentence would be carried out again for her severe crimes against Larket and The Royal Family..." He trails off, frowning deeply at the prepared statement he's just delivered.
Meri snorts at Lunaleca’s commentary about how Larket surely wants to see Valrae returned home safe. Percival’s comment has Meri about seeing red, but the blonde remains seated and has not yet resorted to throwing blows. “Clearly, based on what was just said, they do not wish her returned home safely. They want her dead.”
Magikrios , with Percival's response, places a hand on Meri's shoulder and looks to the Larketian representative with a completely neutral gaze. He then takes a sip of tea.
Lanlan takes none of the words spoken here easily, and can hardly contain his ire. "It's been a month since she's gone missing, and after such a long time being missing, without contact with any of her friends or family, it would be just as wise to assume she is dead. And now we hear that if Larket did find her, that is exactly what she would be!" Lanlan glances toward Jaxson and Hector, and then Meri and Khitti. "I think that is as close to a confession as we could ever hope for."
Jaxson loses it as Percival speaks, absolutely -loses- it, as all the emotions boil over the moment the mage dared to follow through with even saying Valrae's name, let alone actually claiming Larket would kill her? Yeah, Jaxson rises from his seat and screams out. " You sons of bitches! Larket did it! She was last seen alive at the Sage and Larket border and everything points to you bastards!" Hector rises to restrain Jaxson, who has lost all composure, still screaming his accusations. "Your pathetic king did it! I'll kill him! For every strand of hair out of place I'll -burn- your kingdom to the damn ground!" Hector now clocks Jaxson right on the temple, knocking him out as a last resort to stop the man's almost lunatic level rants, using the enchanted ring upon his left hand to summon the guards from outside to escort the nobleman out of the meeting hall. It seems those handpicked guards were not for protection but for Jaxson...
Khitti gave an unimpressed snort, a scowl, and an eyeroll for good measure towards Hector’s response. Biting her tongue, the redhead did her best to keep her mouth shut before this meeting took a bad turn like the last one did. It did nothing to sate her anger, however. Even less so as Percival decides it’s a good time for him to open his mouth. The urge to lash out and set the aeromancer on fire in front of everyone wanted to completely envelope Khitti and, thankfully for those gathered, she didn’t let it. Instead, she muttered a bunch of curses (the bad word kind, not the magical ones), mostly in her native Dhavislaavian tongue.
Lunalesca raises her eyebrows at Percival's prepared statement to the contrary, and takes a long sip of her drink. Her back remains rigidly straight, never slouching nor resting, and her eyes never leave the increasingly unsettled mage. "I suppose after the earlier meeting, I should have expected such a lack of decorum." She snaps her fingers once to get the Larketian representative's attention. "Please inform your head merchant that we will regretfully be imposing a pause on our regular deliveries of medicinal plants and redwood planks. Though Enchantment is maintaining its neutrality, it would seem that our resources would be better used aiding other areas that have been unjustly impeded."
Quintessa doesn’t say anything, but the way the air around her chills and sucks in the light from the room when Percival speaks about executing Valrae says everything. She glares at the headmaster even as Jaxson explodes and puts the changeling’s feelings into words, her mouth turning down almost into a sneer.
Loravelle isn't writing fast enough to get word-for-word what everyone at that leader's table is saying, so she paraphrases quite a few things. As if she wasn't already on edge. The uproar over Valrae's absence, the violence and horrifying use of aeromancy that follows, she finds herself eyeing the exit. But another more roguish thought springs to mind that she won't voice as she looks at those gathered at the table. Larket -is- outnumbered in that room. Why not make an example of the aeromance- Well, Lunalesca's words are a tamer punishment than what visions her mind conjured up, and it quells her thoughts.
Meri keeps seated, Magik’s hand on her shoulder was a good reminder. Plus, if anyone was going to get to do the honor of throwing punches, it should rightfully be Jaxson. Meri is pleased to see that the man is more than willing to do that for Valrae. What happens next is going to be a rarity. Despite all senseless hate Meri has lobbied at Lanlan based on race alone, the blonde looks at him and actually agrees, “Sounds like a confession to me.”
Percival calmly stares at Jaxson throughout his outburst. The talented mage laments that he must not have emphasized the word ‘publicly’ enough in his statement about Valrae’s execution. It was meant to be an assurance that if Larket had her, they would proudly make it known. This all cuts him particularly deep. He’d been one of the few to see through Valrae’s infiltration of the royal staff while she was in hiding after her resurrection and had not told a soul. He’s made the academy a haven for Larketian witches to practice their craft safely within the otherwise hostile environment of The Hard City. Jaxson is unconscious now, but Percy’s voice is stone cold and sincere now for everyone else, speaking clearly from his heart, even though he doesn’t know the truth for sure, “We do not have her.”
Kanna puts down her parchment and stands. "If I may speak..." The bardess looks a little intimidated despite personally knowing most of the people in this room. "I have heard that the night in question, at least, the ones that the guards have been saying that they keep being asked about, the guards on both ends of the Kelay-Cenril bridge only recorded a single person who did not provide a name leaving Cenril, but Larketian guards have been instructed not to hand over logs of comings and goings from the Kelay-Larket bridge. Is that true?"
Percival acknowledges Kanna and nods, "Regrettable. I will pass the word along. I can't make any official response regarding that. I'm sure you will be receiving communication from them upon my return to Larket." The wind mage isn't much of a fighter, but he's very clearly confident that there doesn't exist a true threat to him leaving this place inside this room.
Hector reseats himself as Jaxson was taken out of the room, settling in to regain his own composure as he does away with the now unneeded political correctness and says simply. "Well to be frank, Percival, I wouldn't trust Larket's word if Sven himself came down and vouched for your lot." Theres the old Captain of the Guard. " I was trying to avoid this, because as much as the spirited Ravencroft heir's words resonate with many within the kingdom, I am a man of facts and evidence, and while yes, many fingers instantly point to Larket as the obvious culprit..." As if he doesn't want to continue saying what comes next the aged warrior sighs, and finishes with. "But we've no concrete proof, aside from your Kingdom's obvious stance on the matter." The glare levied towards the Headmaster of Larket's magical academy is a cold and serious one. "But rest assured, we will get to the bottom of it, and may the God's have mercy if anything comes to light to show Larket's hand was involved."
Khitti started that gnawing of the inside of her bottom lip again as accusations were thrown around and possible confessions made. Ever one for duality, Khitti studied Percival as he stated yet again that they did not have her, the redhead trying to analyze the other side of the situation. There -was- a chance that Larket might not have her. Macon was the arrogant sort that would likely make a big show of things if he got his hands on Valrae again. She wondered if she should voice this, but she did not want to make it seem like she was in support of Larket -- she’d rather die. “Regardless of who actually has taken her, we will find her and they will be brought to justice. With or without the “acting mayor’s” help. Anyone that gets in my way will be met with force.” Khitti assumed the same would go for Jaxson too, but she didn’t want to speak for him.
Quintessa finally parts her lips to speak, her voice cold and venomous, “I believe him,” she says, searching the headmaster for any trace of a lie, even now. “King Macon would not pass up an opportunity to indulge his ego. If Larket had Valrae he’d never be able to resist making a show of her execution. She’s still out there. There’s still hope.”
Penelope ’s expression remains tight throughout the questions and accusations. Eyes bounce back and forth at the conflict, but it is only when Jaxson bursts that the neutral woman moves in an instinct. Hector’s blow is received, and automatically, adrenaline kicks in to move towards the scene in silence. Jaxson, however, is then escorted by the group of guards he came in with. Levels were high and the healer grinds her teeth, but it was best that the healer take a step back and remain calm in the situation, so perhaps Jaxson being knocked was the best alternative to keep some civility (kinda, not really) in such a thick atmosphere. Penelope takes a step back and leans up against the wall in case anymore hostility breaks out.
Raelynn sneaks in, appearing as nothing more than a dirty pile of blankets and takes up a position far enough away to hear, but hopefully not be noticed. She probably would be though, as she isn’t very stealthy.
Percival nods again to Kanna, "That is my understanding, yes." Percival huffs, an action that emanates out from him in a gentle breeze in all directions, "Lakret has been denying all intelligence and information request since the..." He doesn't actually do air quotes, but he sounds like he is doing them, "...disrespect shown at the Vailkrin summit..."
Magikrios looks at the scene unfolding before him. He makes an attempt to meet eyes with the members of his secret collective that definitely doesn't exist. To an outsider, it looks like the elf is trying to calm his friends and family down. To the members of the Syndicate of Shadows, it's the look of 'definitely not wanting to get together as soon as possible to speak further about this without the prying eyes of Larket, Vailkrin, or anyone else who may not want Valrae returned safely'. But. That group doesn't exist so Magik is just trying to return some order via a look. As the Guardian of Sage, he continues to remain quiet and keeps sipping on that Enchantment Tea. For when horse manure hits the fan, Enchantment Tea. Get yours at the next summit that may or may not happen. Enchantment Tea.
Kanna looks at Quintessa and shakes her head, her brows furrowing. Had she heard something else? Queen Lunalesca claps her hands together. "Splendid, it looks like Percival has a lot to report back to the monarchy. Of course, you'll be guaranteed safe passage through the Kingdom of Enchantment, which ends at the restored gateway." Surely, that's not a hint for those more prone to impulsive actions. "My fellow leaders, I do have one last request. If you find any dark fae from Vailkrin applying for sanctuary in your regions, do try to redirect them back to their original homes in Enchantment." Lunalesca smiles sweetly, and Kanna's eyes widen in alarm.
Leoxander lingered someplace near Enchantment, but he was oblivious to what was going on in those meeting chambers. He was just waiting impatiently for two beach babes subjected to whatever discussion was happening and worrying to the point he had a pile of split grass and dried leaves torn piece by piece to busy his hands.
Raelynn looks from face to face. It would seem she was too late, and a finger is nervously chewed in the corner of her mouth as she contemplates her next course or action. “This sucks,” she mutters as she tears away a sliver of skin from her finger.
Meri mutters angrily, “Disrespect. I’ll show you a thing or two about disrespect…” As Lunalesca just pointed out, his safe passage is only promised through Enchantment. And by the sounds of things, this meeting is probably coming to a close. The blonde rises, “Your request is noted. Thank you for taking the time to host this event. It was good to at least feel like we could speak and would be heard.” And then, Meri takes her leave. Maybe she wanted to meet Percival just outside the Gates of Enchantment? Or maybe she’d just return home, drink, complain about Larket, and plot how to find Valrae.
Loravelle wondered how much longer she should continue to linger. She certainly can't outrun Parsithius to find Leo, but she'd try. With Lita relaxing for the bulk of this meeting, Lora finds herself once again attempting to act as some sort of representation for Rynvale by raising her hand from her position at the recorder's bench. “D-does...Does anybody present require anything from Rynvale? I can pass requests along...” She taps her notebook for emphasis. She's good at making lists.
Hector can see that this meeting is at a close, so he offers his respects to Enchantment for holding the event, nods to all other area leaders -except- Larket's delegate, and then takes his own leave to go deal with his Captain of the Guard who is recovering just outside the meeting hall. Not in chains, the Ravencroft heir falls into line with Hector as Cenril departs back to the seaside Kingdom with much to ponder.
Magikrios stands and nods towards the Queen, "You are a generous host. Thank you for having us." He follows soon after Meri but can be seen talking quietly to himself. How odd.
Penelope can feel the ending of this meeting with the words of the Queen of Enchantment. Safe to say, this would be the best time for the snooper to slip out. It would be interesting now to see what the press would come up with from this event. The healer would then take her leave before heading back to Kelay to the healing hut to inform the other healers of the meeting between the leaders today.
Khitti’s brows furrowed somewhat at that last bit from Lunalesca, her pale lips twisting into yet another frown. Something felt off. Her hand twitched a bit, rising from her chair’s armrest for a moment, as if she were going to rest her hand on Quintessa’s, but she thinks better of it and replaces it back on the armrest. Instead, she merely gave Lunalesca a brief nod before she too would make her exit. The witch does, however, lean over and whisper to her daughter, “We must speak soon.” And with that, she headed off in the same direction as her sister Meri.
Raelynn’s skin started to prickle as her instincts took the temperature of the air. But there was the newest Queen of Enchantment! Her target. What to do, she thought as she slowly started to walk towards the gathered.
Rumiko's eyes land on Raelynn, but she says nothing.