Post by Kisada on Nov 29, 2018 8:03:02 GMT
The sun blistered hot and high in the sky, washing out a pale bleached marble sheen from the heaving cobstones adorning the edifice of the courtyard, ironclad sentinels statuesquely attended every entrance to the Terrace above where a large tented pavilion had been arranged. The trim of the entrance to the tabernacle was adorned with fine cuttings of silk and hairs from the rarest and most exquisite creatures to be found, woven in an artful fashion so as to form a pleasing pattern that displayed the wealth and elegance of the grandest royal station and was synonymous with ideal splendor. Outside the ambiance of the royal grandeur held audience to the ranks of soldiers, two divisions holding in perfect stature despite the baking heat pounding down upon them, each of the units had differing crests to embellish their armor which also held asymmetry in design from the other.
Upon the crest decorating the blue and elegant yet full plated suits was a set of inward and upward curving horns that almost came together on each side of a crystal, the other crest, atop white and silver armor with what could only be assumed was the most expensive of garment to form drapes like a robe between the metal that made up the designs were three spear heads two lower on each side of the third and lightning arcing between and crackling around each one, with the utmost concentration being on the tip of the final middle blade. Among the soldiers near to the entrance of the tent towered a behemoth Mogu, red stone flesh made up the bulk of his body whilst his upper torso turned to splashes of green and yellow throughout, from his upper most right appendage sprawled out white demonic style tattooing that covered much of the hemisphere of his visage which was crowned by large forward jutting but rising backswept horns.
This was all just the compliment for what what was held inside though, through the lavish canvas the brilliance of what mortal minds cold conjure to furbish the dwellings of their queen coated everything the eye could perceive within, the inner walls of the tent were decorated with fine things from hanging ribbons of exotic materials laced together in patterns with alternating colors and embroidered with jewels to crafted armor pieces stylized into the design of the entire chamber. The chairs were anything but simple, hand carved by the finest craftsmen with intricate curving designs hollowed out and then filled with precious materials of ruby and emerald coated in a clear resin and baked into stained glossed over wood. Any item beyond the corridor had the worth of an entire village's lifetime supply of the finest food anywhere on Aaru and the seller would still have riches remaining.
If such beauty and value could not impoverish the spirit of even the most stern minded it was only the first course before the main attraction to behold that was the queen of the eastern kingdoms herself, Daughter of Storms, Lady Allera. She radiated excellence with every fiber of her being, face a work of art, virtual perfection, strong cheekbones and jawline but not to a degree that they should protrude, lips full and red as freshly spilled blood, eyes sleek yet strong and light blue as the purest tropical waters. Her hair long, luxurious obsidian black with the only exception to the very tips which were silver, parted into several individual tails braided back together save for the few short ends which hung over her shoulders. her skin was markedly paler than those who would live among the tropical reaches but not entirely white, it held a very feint bluish silvery tint that gave her the mystique of a goddess.
Her body matched the rest of her natural gifts, thin, long, strong and toned, muscular in a very feminine way, her breasts were not excessively large but she showed them off tremendously along with the rest of her skin, she barely wore any clothes at all, most of made up from intricately crafted pieces of revealing silver tinted blue armor combined with small entirely transparent bits of cloth detailed again with fine artist symbols. The metal pieces to her attire were such as made to resemble blades, three came upward and cupped around to cover her breasts but did not connect in the middle and attached back to the rest of the assembly that covered the upper sides of her torso which extended two additional pieces on each side to sit along her ribs. On each arm she had two bands covering her forearms and one along the outside of each bicep, the forearm bands extended far out in blade forms along her upper arms and at the top of each shoulder an additional attachment traced high upward to form elaborate blades on either side of her head and wrapped under each armpit. Her hips were trimmed with several thin interlocking pieces that outlined her frame and crossed over her pubic region to form a large elegant codpiece covered in the back by similar framing and a half skirt of blades.
Across the gilded table depicting Aaru landmasses with figurines to define troop movements stood a grizzled man, regal and proud but worn with harsh years and brutal circumstances despite his current standing, General of the unified legions of the God Emperor, Iskander. Armor clad in heavy scaled plate with interwoven chain mail crafted by the arts that even gods would shudder to harness, alternating green and black in patterns that resemble the coloration of a crocodilian. Upon his heavy chest piece was a complex interlocking of metal forming a glyph in the center, upon command the perplexing consortment of "gear" pieces could alter the composition of the armor to better leverage his advantage at any one time on the battlefield. At his right hand the coverings formed a massive gauntlets of equally impressive designs as the chest piece and other adornments this man possessed.
To Allera's left side stood the Warrior Avatar of the Primus, Thriss, a man hardly over five foot in height, a stark contrast to the Daughter of Storms towering nearly seven foot frame. The opposition reflected their attire as well as stature, his possessions and dress were very simple by the standards set forth by Iskander and Allera, wearing plainly brown leather armor, tightly wrapped and decked at the shoulders by a mantle that hung a hood dragged around his back, he had several attachments on his belt of various supplies and gear known to mercenaries and raiders, the most interesting of his paraphernalia wore two large daggers strapped upside down on his back with slits in the handles that glowed a feint green.
Far back from the table in the corner stood a relatively ordinary looking Mogu, much smaller than the impressive and decorated red behemoth outside, the stone flesh of this one dark blue in shade and covered by a thick breastplate along with large pauldrons, bracers, warrior's kilt, all covered in crests and designs of the royal assembly, blue, silver and bronze. This was the dedicated Shanbu, a general among the Storm Legions but not a renowned legend, merely a loyal servant and envoy, one of Allera's personal favorite of her "pet" Mogu for his steadfast commitment to her and his duties, she had taken a liking to him serving her every need as if his life depended on it for as long as she could remember, doing so faithfully had rewarded him well.
The pleasantries here were done, the Storm Legions had always kept a good relationship with the forces of the God Emperor as they too were faithful to the one thing Valthas, the curator of affairs for the throne of the God Emperor would require, payment. With a simple hand gesture from Lady Allera toward the exit of the tent Iskander took his helmet under right arm and headed out, tossing a brief glance of suspicion and perhaps mild dismay at Thriss. Allera followed casually behind the domineering general, Shanbu and Thriss quickly rushed to meet her, Thriss waiting for her to cross the threshold before pursuing and Shanbu reaching his heavy arm across to hold up the drapes of the tent so Allera could pass through at her leisure without having to be too close to Iskander and still not misplace a single hair from her head by touching the garments.
The four of them joined the soldiers outside along with the large red and white Mogu legend, the Iron Qon, supreme leader of the Mogu military forces and Allera's sworn sword. The scene outside was breathtaking, the Terrace overlooked the deck of a massive ship extending out thousands of yards, troop formations covering all of it, in the distance on the water more ships, and in the air, vessels made to traverse the skies, generating their own personal storm clouds that crackled with electricity in the otherwise tranquil and sunny skies. "Shanbu, go and see that Sarsha has everything arranged with Valthas." Allera elegantly strummed out an order to her loyal attendant whom placed his left hand over his heart and bowed low before her, he then marched out to the causeway exit of the terrace descending to the deck.
Below the upper holding and off to a side column around seven yards from the ramped entrance path was where Sarsha, Daughter of the Creation god Anima stood at a large station with cluttered tables and machines around. she was going going over parchment concerning details of some manner pertaining to Iskander's business here with Allera, alongside her was a tall Elvish male figure, dressed in fine robes and garnished with quirky machinations, jewelry, mechanical doodads and other accessories. Sarsha herself was a well dressed women of great height like Allera, although her adornments were fashioned into her form, born of the Anima she wasn't entirely of organic nature, her flesh was made from the very substance the Anima itself was, all across her body were various artifice including at her shoulder blades large folded wings.
Across the Courtyard from Allera near the edge of the Terrace stood a tall figure, though nowhere near the height of Qon, his imminence was dramatically more disturbing, intricate metal covered every inch of his natural form and on top of that, robes intersecting with the levels of robotics. Across every grain of his surface were carvings of dark design, magics deeply infused and slits in the carapace of "steel", but even to name it "steel" would be forgiving as deep sacrificing of terrible origin went into the forging of every piece of this ghoulish being. It's form stood tall but not with muscle, it seemed to remain erect by force of sheer will, it's very essence wreaked of perversion to nature. The being's wicked contrivance of a right appendage grasped firmly a long metal staff as twisted as it was and from the holes in the head visage were not eyes, but smoldering white balls of fire dragging outwardly ever gently in the wind as the figure was nothing but a statue to the scene around it, with no facial expression of any kind discernible, only the mask of nothingness as it remained transfixed toward Allera.
The Daughter of Storms paid the abomination very little heed though as she strolled across the courtyard of the upper Terrace, approaching the banister wall of intricate sculpted granite, she set her arms out wide to the sides with her hands resting on the waist level marble topped balustrade. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply through her nose before opening them again to survey the great sight laid out before the assembly, easily perceiving hundreds of thousands ready for a campaign of bloodshed, and this was only the beginning. "Pleased with our contribution then?" the hardened, gritty and commanding voice of Iskander pondered forth as he met Allera at the retaining wall, keeping a fair distance of around a meter between them. "Oh yes. Tell the God Emperor he has again delivered beyond the fathoms of mortal comprehension."
Iskander's face grimaced into ill contentment before he dawned his helmet "Yes, we're venerated by your exaltation. Just remember, Shokande is ours." Allera's visible serenity remained unchanged though her tone took on a slight annoyance with a hint of intrigue, "I am curious, what business could the God Emperor possibly have with a western Yautja?" The Queen pried into Iskander's remark about their agreed affairs, however the grizzled veteran was more than prepared to retaliate with some harshly picked words of his own, spoken with his usual grit "Your postulant inquiry is outside the breadth of your merit in this matter, that is the business of the God Emperor alone, and if he should so choose to share it, mine." Iskander relished every opportunity, while still being respectful to someone of Allera's station, belittle careless actions such as the intrusive questioning. The remarks were of little concern to her however, Allera was far too engaged in her fantasizing of the glorious future conquest while immersing herself in the visual extravagancies before them.
Upon the crest decorating the blue and elegant yet full plated suits was a set of inward and upward curving horns that almost came together on each side of a crystal, the other crest, atop white and silver armor with what could only be assumed was the most expensive of garment to form drapes like a robe between the metal that made up the designs were three spear heads two lower on each side of the third and lightning arcing between and crackling around each one, with the utmost concentration being on the tip of the final middle blade. Among the soldiers near to the entrance of the tent towered a behemoth Mogu, red stone flesh made up the bulk of his body whilst his upper torso turned to splashes of green and yellow throughout, from his upper most right appendage sprawled out white demonic style tattooing that covered much of the hemisphere of his visage which was crowned by large forward jutting but rising backswept horns.
This was all just the compliment for what what was held inside though, through the lavish canvas the brilliance of what mortal minds cold conjure to furbish the dwellings of their queen coated everything the eye could perceive within, the inner walls of the tent were decorated with fine things from hanging ribbons of exotic materials laced together in patterns with alternating colors and embroidered with jewels to crafted armor pieces stylized into the design of the entire chamber. The chairs were anything but simple, hand carved by the finest craftsmen with intricate curving designs hollowed out and then filled with precious materials of ruby and emerald coated in a clear resin and baked into stained glossed over wood. Any item beyond the corridor had the worth of an entire village's lifetime supply of the finest food anywhere on Aaru and the seller would still have riches remaining.
If such beauty and value could not impoverish the spirit of even the most stern minded it was only the first course before the main attraction to behold that was the queen of the eastern kingdoms herself, Daughter of Storms, Lady Allera. She radiated excellence with every fiber of her being, face a work of art, virtual perfection, strong cheekbones and jawline but not to a degree that they should protrude, lips full and red as freshly spilled blood, eyes sleek yet strong and light blue as the purest tropical waters. Her hair long, luxurious obsidian black with the only exception to the very tips which were silver, parted into several individual tails braided back together save for the few short ends which hung over her shoulders. her skin was markedly paler than those who would live among the tropical reaches but not entirely white, it held a very feint bluish silvery tint that gave her the mystique of a goddess.
Her body matched the rest of her natural gifts, thin, long, strong and toned, muscular in a very feminine way, her breasts were not excessively large but she showed them off tremendously along with the rest of her skin, she barely wore any clothes at all, most of made up from intricately crafted pieces of revealing silver tinted blue armor combined with small entirely transparent bits of cloth detailed again with fine artist symbols. The metal pieces to her attire were such as made to resemble blades, three came upward and cupped around to cover her breasts but did not connect in the middle and attached back to the rest of the assembly that covered the upper sides of her torso which extended two additional pieces on each side to sit along her ribs. On each arm she had two bands covering her forearms and one along the outside of each bicep, the forearm bands extended far out in blade forms along her upper arms and at the top of each shoulder an additional attachment traced high upward to form elaborate blades on either side of her head and wrapped under each armpit. Her hips were trimmed with several thin interlocking pieces that outlined her frame and crossed over her pubic region to form a large elegant codpiece covered in the back by similar framing and a half skirt of blades.
Across the gilded table depicting Aaru landmasses with figurines to define troop movements stood a grizzled man, regal and proud but worn with harsh years and brutal circumstances despite his current standing, General of the unified legions of the God Emperor, Iskander. Armor clad in heavy scaled plate with interwoven chain mail crafted by the arts that even gods would shudder to harness, alternating green and black in patterns that resemble the coloration of a crocodilian. Upon his heavy chest piece was a complex interlocking of metal forming a glyph in the center, upon command the perplexing consortment of "gear" pieces could alter the composition of the armor to better leverage his advantage at any one time on the battlefield. At his right hand the coverings formed a massive gauntlets of equally impressive designs as the chest piece and other adornments this man possessed.
To Allera's left side stood the Warrior Avatar of the Primus, Thriss, a man hardly over five foot in height, a stark contrast to the Daughter of Storms towering nearly seven foot frame. The opposition reflected their attire as well as stature, his possessions and dress were very simple by the standards set forth by Iskander and Allera, wearing plainly brown leather armor, tightly wrapped and decked at the shoulders by a mantle that hung a hood dragged around his back, he had several attachments on his belt of various supplies and gear known to mercenaries and raiders, the most interesting of his paraphernalia wore two large daggers strapped upside down on his back with slits in the handles that glowed a feint green.
Far back from the table in the corner stood a relatively ordinary looking Mogu, much smaller than the impressive and decorated red behemoth outside, the stone flesh of this one dark blue in shade and covered by a thick breastplate along with large pauldrons, bracers, warrior's kilt, all covered in crests and designs of the royal assembly, blue, silver and bronze. This was the dedicated Shanbu, a general among the Storm Legions but not a renowned legend, merely a loyal servant and envoy, one of Allera's personal favorite of her "pet" Mogu for his steadfast commitment to her and his duties, she had taken a liking to him serving her every need as if his life depended on it for as long as she could remember, doing so faithfully had rewarded him well.
The pleasantries here were done, the Storm Legions had always kept a good relationship with the forces of the God Emperor as they too were faithful to the one thing Valthas, the curator of affairs for the throne of the God Emperor would require, payment. With a simple hand gesture from Lady Allera toward the exit of the tent Iskander took his helmet under right arm and headed out, tossing a brief glance of suspicion and perhaps mild dismay at Thriss. Allera followed casually behind the domineering general, Shanbu and Thriss quickly rushed to meet her, Thriss waiting for her to cross the threshold before pursuing and Shanbu reaching his heavy arm across to hold up the drapes of the tent so Allera could pass through at her leisure without having to be too close to Iskander and still not misplace a single hair from her head by touching the garments.
The four of them joined the soldiers outside along with the large red and white Mogu legend, the Iron Qon, supreme leader of the Mogu military forces and Allera's sworn sword. The scene outside was breathtaking, the Terrace overlooked the deck of a massive ship extending out thousands of yards, troop formations covering all of it, in the distance on the water more ships, and in the air, vessels made to traverse the skies, generating their own personal storm clouds that crackled with electricity in the otherwise tranquil and sunny skies. "Shanbu, go and see that Sarsha has everything arranged with Valthas." Allera elegantly strummed out an order to her loyal attendant whom placed his left hand over his heart and bowed low before her, he then marched out to the causeway exit of the terrace descending to the deck.
Below the upper holding and off to a side column around seven yards from the ramped entrance path was where Sarsha, Daughter of the Creation god Anima stood at a large station with cluttered tables and machines around. she was going going over parchment concerning details of some manner pertaining to Iskander's business here with Allera, alongside her was a tall Elvish male figure, dressed in fine robes and garnished with quirky machinations, jewelry, mechanical doodads and other accessories. Sarsha herself was a well dressed women of great height like Allera, although her adornments were fashioned into her form, born of the Anima she wasn't entirely of organic nature, her flesh was made from the very substance the Anima itself was, all across her body were various artifice including at her shoulder blades large folded wings.
Across the Courtyard from Allera near the edge of the Terrace stood a tall figure, though nowhere near the height of Qon, his imminence was dramatically more disturbing, intricate metal covered every inch of his natural form and on top of that, robes intersecting with the levels of robotics. Across every grain of his surface were carvings of dark design, magics deeply infused and slits in the carapace of "steel", but even to name it "steel" would be forgiving as deep sacrificing of terrible origin went into the forging of every piece of this ghoulish being. It's form stood tall but not with muscle, it seemed to remain erect by force of sheer will, it's very essence wreaked of perversion to nature. The being's wicked contrivance of a right appendage grasped firmly a long metal staff as twisted as it was and from the holes in the head visage were not eyes, but smoldering white balls of fire dragging outwardly ever gently in the wind as the figure was nothing but a statue to the scene around it, with no facial expression of any kind discernible, only the mask of nothingness as it remained transfixed toward Allera.
The Daughter of Storms paid the abomination very little heed though as she strolled across the courtyard of the upper Terrace, approaching the banister wall of intricate sculpted granite, she set her arms out wide to the sides with her hands resting on the waist level marble topped balustrade. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply through her nose before opening them again to survey the great sight laid out before the assembly, easily perceiving hundreds of thousands ready for a campaign of bloodshed, and this was only the beginning. "Pleased with our contribution then?" the hardened, gritty and commanding voice of Iskander pondered forth as he met Allera at the retaining wall, keeping a fair distance of around a meter between them. "Oh yes. Tell the God Emperor he has again delivered beyond the fathoms of mortal comprehension."
Iskander's face grimaced into ill contentment before he dawned his helmet "Yes, we're venerated by your exaltation. Just remember, Shokande is ours." Allera's visible serenity remained unchanged though her tone took on a slight annoyance with a hint of intrigue, "I am curious, what business could the God Emperor possibly have with a western Yautja?" The Queen pried into Iskander's remark about their agreed affairs, however the grizzled veteran was more than prepared to retaliate with some harshly picked words of his own, spoken with his usual grit "Your postulant inquiry is outside the breadth of your merit in this matter, that is the business of the God Emperor alone, and if he should so choose to share it, mine." Iskander relished every opportunity, while still being respectful to someone of Allera's station, belittle careless actions such as the intrusive questioning. The remarks were of little concern to her however, Allera was far too engaged in her fantasizing of the glorious future conquest while immersing herself in the visual extravagancies before them.
