Old Kingdoms IC

[Taria]

Luis
Electra disappears.

Mirabelle
Mirabelle lets Rolan guide her back home as she nuzzles against him with a warm smile.

[TechScience]

Luis stops by a Inn and goes in, he looks for the landlord

[RavenLord]

Messenger silently nods and mounts his horse, but not before sending a magical message to his Emperor about these turn of events. He then rides in front of the group, leading them to lands of Quiraj.

[Rooiehaan #2]

Martrim follows directly behind the messenger, surrounded by his guards in the back and on either side. "So tell me" He starts, not inclined to remain silent for the entire trip, "What can i expect from you king? How do you reckon he'll react?"

[Gorbaz]

Rolan leand Mirabell up into his estate, through the corridors, and into his master bedroom, holding onto her lovingly the entire way. After he has shut the door behand him, he lets go if his consort champion and stands back. "Now, I'm going to be very generous, Mirabelle. This day is going to be yours. What would you like for me to do to you, hmmm?"

[RavenLord]

"He will treat you as a guest, thats for sure but i dont know what to expect from Emperor." Messenger says. He leads the group through forests, taking shortcuts and soon they cross the borders, arriving at Quiraj. Returning to highway messenger rides for the capital of Empire.

[Rooiehaan #2]

"Ah, well..." Martrim puzzles, before looking up. "Say, how is the magical condition of your country nowadays? Is it still widely used? Because... well... lets just say i don't have good past experiences with magic..."

[RavenLord]

Messenger leads the group through the highway. Green face of Quiraj can be seen around them. Green plains stretch far out to horizon. To north forests start to cover landscape, as lush plains slowly turn into forests. To the south, on the horizon, far echoes of yellow sandstorms could be seen, born from the warm embrace of Desert. Highway leads directly to east, sometimes a sidepath branching off, leading to a village or outpost.

"Magic is in our everyday life. It courses in our veins, in our blood. It is natural for us as breathing. Still i understand your concern. Worry not for as long as Justicars keep vigil, no one can use magic for twisted reasons." Messenger replies.

[Rooiehaan #2]

"W-well..." Martrim fidgets, ruffling under his nose, "I guess we have your word on that then"
The guards on either side of him fidget uncomfortably as well, sharing the same distrust of their king, if not more.
"But for the magical place i took your country for this place seems rather harmless. Not as much deadly with magical booby traps and wicked warlocks as i had imagined"

[RavenLord]

Messenger chuckles then sighs. "Believe me lord Martrim, when i say you arent the first one. People usually think Quiraj as a hellish place. Truth is, its not. Since magic is in our blood, we know too well what it can cause. So we take precautions. We dont recklessly abuse it. And with wise use of Magic, we create many wonders. Use of Magic is only limited by a mage's own creativity. It can be used to build as it can be used to destroy." he says.

[BlueLight]

"What about this dress "Demar said looking at a dress that looking at a dress most a dark shade of red with strands of dark and light grey. The strands reminded her of the power she wielded.

[RavenLord]

Shopkeeper looks at it then nods. "Alright miss." he says as he takes the dress and gives it to Demar. "Changing cabins are at the back if you wish to change." shopkeeper says.

[BlueLight]

Demar goes in to the cabin unsure what they look like. As a slave she was never allowed in one... that was clean at least.
She puts the dress on in a minute and walks out.
"Do you think it fits correctly sir?" asks unsure of what it should look like.

[Rooiehaan #2]

Martrim coughed softly, the only sign of being impressed he allows to show. "I guess if you put it that way, magic indeed doesn't sound too bad. Too bad i've had my own bad experiences though, where the only ones using magic were evil people. Still, i am rather looking forward to what your country further holds."

[RavenLord]

"Well, as you wish Lord Martrim. Behold! Capital of Ahn Quiraj. Ahn Qun." Messenger says. At distance a city can be seen. As group gets rides closer, its gets appeeant that how big city is. City is wide, covering a large area. It is surrounded by mighty walls, made from white stone. Crimson banners decorate them along with magical runes. Walls and gates are enormous. A proof of the skill of Quiraj architecths. Gate is open, messenger leads group into city where a second suprise waits Martrim. Ahn Qun is, unlike many other cities, is underpopulated. Its steerts arent deserted but there arent crowds of people filling the streets. There arent any buildings with more than three floors, except Tower of Knowledge and imperial palace. Wines with beatifull flowers lined on them are decorating the walls of many houses along with curtains and banners. Streets are clean and spacious. Stone architechture is favored over wood mostly. Messenger leads the group through the open main street. Most of the Quiraj look at the group with curiousity, but its only for a moment as they acknowledge it with a nod and return to their happy lives, not pondering over it.

[Rooiehaan #2]

"Heh, i'm impressed" Martrim grinns, looking around. "Big, spacious, kind of pretty in a flora kind of way. Where are the crowds, though? The masses? Is there something scheduled for today that draws your citizen's attention? for its awfully quiet..."
The guards notice it too; a good half of them expecting an ambush set up. They are too hesitant to draw their swords, but they touch it frantically none the less

[RavenLord]

Messenger leada the way, leading group deeper into city. "Well, Quiraj people never been many in numbers. Despite our long lifespan, Quiraj parents dont raise more than 4 or 5 childs in their whole life. So there barely enough Quiraj in this city to populate it." he says. Still as group gets closer to inner city, they start to see slaves, all female servants, maids. Mostly Kitsune and Feline. They wear few clothes which barely covers their deceny. This also reminds Martrim the refugees who came to his city.

[BlueLight]

(Demar and Lina?)

[Rooiehaan #2]

"Is that so..." Matrim mutters, pondering. Suddenly some of the passers-by catch his eye, and he looks up. "I see you've received some of the tribal refugees as well" He tells him, playing obvious

[RavenLord]

Demar

Shopkeeper looks Demar. Ignoring her Kitsune charms he inspects her. Checking the dress, he doesnt find anything wron as Demar has correctly wore it and tied it up from her back. Shopkeeper gives a quick thumb up.

Martrim

"They arent refugees. They are slaves." Messenger says, not playing the game of pretend.