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Post by Nedward Underhill on Aug 9, 2009 21:56:52 GMT -6
SPOILERS
I recently accidentally deleted my hard drive, and lost a pile of background info. Probably better if I make a copy of this info online!
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Post by Nedward Underhill on Aug 9, 2009 22:01:14 GMT -6
Cracovia, Azriel King King Azriel Cracovia was regal in appearance, but carried a haunted look. A powerfully charismatic leader in his prime, he was still tall and fine featured, but the barrel had descended from his chest and his cheeks had become hollow. His skin was pale, almost matching the colour of his great silver-grey wings. Deep wrinkles and purpled skin surrounded his deep-set green eyes. His long greying hair was pulled back sharply and braided tightly down his back. He wore a deep green, heavy, fur-lined robe over top of a high-collared silver silk vestment. His neck was bedecked with numerous chains of office, along with a thick length of silver chain that snaked down to his waist and supported a fist-sized marble stone. As always, Maciael’s eyes were drawn to the stone, for though plain and without ornament, he knew it to be the King’s cynosure. Years ago, Maciael had seen Azriel wield it with great devotion and power.
Cracovia, Nava Queen Queen Nava knelt with head bowed and hands crossed demurely in front of her. Like the King, she was tall and thin, but whereas Azriel was regal and commanding in appearance, she was delicate and withdrawn. … Her crown pinched her headscarf in place, and her face was hidden from view by a traditional veil. It was common knowledge that she spent most of her days in silent prayer.
Cracovia, Nyssa Princess, Lady of the Order of Mercy Nyssa Cracovia, the stunningly beautiful daughter to the King. She was deeply involved in the Order, but due to her vanity had cast off the customary plain grey garb in preference for lavish outfits and finery such as she now wore. Further, she was a raving zealot, to the point of refusing to wear the traditional veil and head scarf proper for a woman. She wore only the most transparent of veils, held in place around her flowing blonde locks by a thin ribbon of gold at her forehead.
Crinis, Remense Lord of House Crinis, Orthodox? Maciael had spent several days hunting with Crinis, hosting the sour older seraph and his retinue extravagantly to demonstrate the benefits of friendship with the Knight of the Dawn.
Diluculo, Maciael Androval Lord of House Diluculo, Knight of the Dawn, Orthodox He cut a dramatic figure, what with his height and broad shoulders and Aduro strapped to his back within an ornate golden back scabbard. He was wearing a floor-length russet-coloured vestment that opened above the waist in a “V”. On either side of his chest, elaborate golden filigree flowed over the fabric and onto his shoulders. The skirt of his vestment billowed out around his feet, and his golden locks flew back from his face as he landed. More than a few heads turned, including Nyssa’s and her partner, Arial Nitidus.
Divio, Maciael’s Valet
Duans, Cidurco Captain of the Diluculo Guard He was a hard faced, no nonsense kind of seraph who could crack the whip with the best of them. Whereas most seraphs were light on their feet, Cidurco was thick and muscular, with a ponderous kind of gait, almost like a human. Despite his rank, the Captain was dressed, as always, without elegance. Beneath his square jaw he wore a simple chainlink hauberk and leathers, surmounted by an unadorned sarsonite breastplate and calf-length skirt. His one ornamentation was actually a gift from Maciael, a blood red scabbard and belt, inlaid with precious stones and traced with interwoven gold and silver thread. In it rested the Captain’s two-handed broadsword.
Dulcis, ______ Lord of House Dulcis, Zealot
Eonymus, Tafon Archdeacon of the Cathedral The archdeacon slid forward to begin the last rites proper. It would be some time before the church elected a new Chancellor. No doubt the politicking was already feverishly underway behind the scenes. The archdeacon, an obvious candidate for the position, was dressed in a sombre vestment; conservative and formal, yet of impeccable taste and quality. He carried himself with deepest humility and spoke with a rich and carrying voice.
Glauca, Paxiamon Diluculo Master of Secrets Paxiamon Glauca, or as he preferred, just “Pax,” was an essential member of Maciael’s inner circle, but he did not like the seraph. He was a short, fawning, rotund man, with plump limbs, rosy cheeks, and the tightly curled hair of a cherub. But there was nothing sweet and gentle about the man. From beneath those golden curls, he regarded the world through cunning beetle-black eyes. With his superiors he was all civility and grace. To his subordinates, however, his temper was infamous and his tongue was vicious. He rarely smiled, and when he did it was not a pleasant sight. In addition, an old injury had stunted the growth of one of his wings, giving him a misshapen appearance and limping flight.
Gracilis, Ranaan Captain of the King’s Guard
Insulis, Djannus High Chancellor (deceased) His drenched black robes pressed against his body, displaying a significant belly and flat, feeble, chest. His head hung back at an unnatural angle and his eyes were rolled up in his head. A long wheeze whistled out of the old seraph’s mouth like a slowly deflating balloon. When it finally stopped, his body lay cold and unmoving in Maciael’s arms
Kovensis, Feivol King’s Secretary and Minister Kovensis was ancient, thin, and spindly. Standing straight, he would have been quite tall even for a seraph, but age had wrecked his back he stood with the assistance of a cane, bent over almost double. His tired feathers flapped about in the gusts of wind accompanying the company’s arrival. After being presented by the Sergeant, Maciael stepped forward and offered a cursory bow of greeting, meeting the requirements due the Secretary’s station, and no more. Kovensis offered equally small acknowledgement, though whether it was a covert insult or simply an inability to bow further was unclear to Maciael. He was never entirely sure how much of the old seraph’s incapacity was put on.
Lucensis, _____ Lord of House Lucensis, Zealot
Mimatense, Edalya Lady of House Mimatense, Orthodox Maciael turned to find Lady Mimatense standing next to him. Though properly covered with a full headscarf and flowing ankle-length dress, the widow carried herself in such a way as to suggest beauty and allure. Her eyes were the most dazzling combination of purple flecked with bronze, and were lightly painted in such a way to accentuate their beauty. She held out a perfectly manicured hand towards him in greeting.
Nitidus, Abban Lord of House Nitidus, Zealot …Like all of House Nitidus, his skin was pale, almost white, and vaguely translucent…
Nitidus, Arial First son of Lord Nitidus, and rival of Maciael’s Lord Nitidus’ son was Maciael’s height, but leaner, with long straight jet-black hair and wings. Like all of House Nitidus, his skin was pale, almost white, and vaguely translucent. He was dressed in black and red velvet beneath glistening ornamental armour. A long cape was clasped at one shoulder and flowed down his back. At his side, a narrow longsword sat within a black and silver scabbard, its elaborately bejewelled hilt brushing against his waist as he moved.
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