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[Suddenly a portal opens up, and from within...]
"I am an envoy! By my honor, we come in peace!"
[A small group of Ankaian knights in their Knight's Arms step out, waving flags and banners, their weapons sheathed.]
"The Ankaian moot, most important of our gatherings, will begin in less than a week. By the given rights, Lord Anya the Champion of Ankaia, and his wife Lady Kimhone, request presence of people of Earth, those who belong to the order of 'Unity Group'. Yours will be the role of important guests. Bring arms as you wish, however rest assured as no harm will befall you. I swear, it is no trap nor deception."
[All prompts frontdated several days - way after Calvin's mission.]
[1]
[It was no trap nor deception. Passing through the portal brings you to a strange land. A world of rolling plains and huge rocky pillars, save for the howling winds its impression is... empty and quiet. Plants are present but infrequently, mostly familiar looking but scarce trees and grasses, and the buildings its people erected in the past are grandiose, huge halls and tall spires - but now, many of them lie abandoned, fallen into ruin and the artifacts stored within long since fallen into disrepair. These are just shadows of former glory, as current people of Ankaia prefer humbler housing in small villages. And yet...]
I... am home.
[At this sight, Sielje seems happy like she rarely is.]
[2]
[The Ankaian capital, where the moot will be held - possibly the only real city yet remaining on the planet, parts of its spires still occupied and surrounded by a serene lake. In this place you have a chance to visit a certain location...]
[Sielje's house - or rather, several chambers in a smaller, southern tower. They seem empty, not the ruined emptiness of most of Ankaia, but much more ordinary, impersonal emptiness of a dwelling of someone who is rarely home. Still, the large windows provide a beautiful view of the city's surroundings. Sielje herself isn't here, but...]
It has been so many years, and yet it fits. I must see!
[And there she is, entering the room - while wearing an elaborate, big fluffy dress. Sielje immediately takes to the mirror, twirling in front of it - her movement interrupted as she catches the glance of your reflection.]
Perhaps it will be not all... that bad...
... [Blush creeps up her face.]
I did not... expect you to be here.
[3]
[The moot itself will take several days - a gathering of Ankaia's finest knights and lords, in the capital's largest hall. Those gathered wear attire of differing levels of historical anachronism and practicality, and yet though they all seem to emanate strength and confidence, no one except for the common guards is armed. Also, Sielje doesn't seem to be around.
Some of the lords give you curious looks but say nothing, while others try to distance themselves or frown with outright disgust and hostility. You have a feeling you are not exactly welcome here. There is however a single exception.]
"Could it be? Yes, it must be! The guests from Earth, welcome! I am glad to to see you respond to the invitation!"
[A large man wearing golden armor notices you with his piercing gaze - the intense expression breaking into genuine smile as he approaches and offers a strong handshake.]
"Welcome. After your past experience with Ankaian people, I can hardly blame you for exercising caution and distrust. But the two of us ask you not to judge the whole by actions of few. In fact, Ankaia may need Earth's help yet. Here."
[And accompanying him is an unusual woman - one with horns and leathery wings, her stomach visibly rounded and bulging out somewhat.
Meet Ynya and Kimhone - Champion of Ankaia and his wife, both Sielje's friends. The latter holds a platter in her hands, and offers it up.]
"Would you have some? I hope it is to your taste - the ways of making it are not well known here but Ynya worked hard, and the ingredients are all genuine. He used no food table paste."
"Ha ha ha..." [The Champion scratches the back of his head in embarassment.]
"Being the leader of the Old Watch does have its advantages."
[The offered thing - is bread. Slightly misshaped and not cut, but it looks and smells like all-natural bread.]
[4]
[Whether you try to search for Sielje during the moot or just explore the area, straying from the main meeting hall has you encounter...]
"Are you lost? You would best not wonder. What gave you impression this is a friendly land? It is not."
[A young man who can't be even twenty years old yet. His long cloak obscures most of his body, and he stares in your direction with a disinterested look.]
"Not for the likes of you, anyway."
"I am an envoy! By my honor, we come in peace!"
[A small group of Ankaian knights in their Knight's Arms step out, waving flags and banners, their weapons sheathed.]
"The Ankaian moot, most important of our gatherings, will begin in less than a week. By the given rights, Lord Anya the Champion of Ankaia, and his wife Lady Kimhone, request presence of people of Earth, those who belong to the order of 'Unity Group'. Yours will be the role of important guests. Bring arms as you wish, however rest assured as no harm will befall you. I swear, it is no trap nor deception."
[All prompts frontdated several days - way after Calvin's mission.]
[1]
[It was no trap nor deception. Passing through the portal brings you to a strange land. A world of rolling plains and huge rocky pillars, save for the howling winds its impression is... empty and quiet. Plants are present but infrequently, mostly familiar looking but scarce trees and grasses, and the buildings its people erected in the past are grandiose, huge halls and tall spires - but now, many of them lie abandoned, fallen into ruin and the artifacts stored within long since fallen into disrepair. These are just shadows of former glory, as current people of Ankaia prefer humbler housing in small villages. And yet...]
I... am home.
[At this sight, Sielje seems happy like she rarely is.]
[2]
[The Ankaian capital, where the moot will be held - possibly the only real city yet remaining on the planet, parts of its spires still occupied and surrounded by a serene lake. In this place you have a chance to visit a certain location...]
[Sielje's house - or rather, several chambers in a smaller, southern tower. They seem empty, not the ruined emptiness of most of Ankaia, but much more ordinary, impersonal emptiness of a dwelling of someone who is rarely home. Still, the large windows provide a beautiful view of the city's surroundings. Sielje herself isn't here, but...]
It has been so many years, and yet it fits. I must see!
[And there she is, entering the room - while wearing an elaborate, big fluffy dress. Sielje immediately takes to the mirror, twirling in front of it - her movement interrupted as she catches the glance of your reflection.]
Perhaps it will be not all... that bad...
... [Blush creeps up her face.]
I did not... expect you to be here.
[3]
[The moot itself will take several days - a gathering of Ankaia's finest knights and lords, in the capital's largest hall. Those gathered wear attire of differing levels of historical anachronism and practicality, and yet though they all seem to emanate strength and confidence, no one except for the common guards is armed. Also, Sielje doesn't seem to be around.
Some of the lords give you curious looks but say nothing, while others try to distance themselves or frown with outright disgust and hostility. You have a feeling you are not exactly welcome here. There is however a single exception.]
"Could it be? Yes, it must be! The guests from Earth, welcome! I am glad to to see you respond to the invitation!"
[A large man wearing golden armor notices you with his piercing gaze - the intense expression breaking into genuine smile as he approaches and offers a strong handshake.]
"Welcome. After your past experience with Ankaian people, I can hardly blame you for exercising caution and distrust. But the two of us ask you not to judge the whole by actions of few. In fact, Ankaia may need Earth's help yet. Here."
[And accompanying him is an unusual woman - one with horns and leathery wings, her stomach visibly rounded and bulging out somewhat.
Meet Ynya and Kimhone - Champion of Ankaia and his wife, both Sielje's friends. The latter holds a platter in her hands, and offers it up.]
"Would you have some? I hope it is to your taste - the ways of making it are not well known here but Ynya worked hard, and the ingredients are all genuine. He used no food table paste."
"Ha ha ha..." [The Champion scratches the back of his head in embarassment.]
"Being the leader of the Old Watch does have its advantages."
[The offered thing - is bread. Slightly misshaped and not cut, but it looks and smells like all-natural bread.]
[4]
[Whether you try to search for Sielje during the moot or just explore the area, straying from the main meeting hall has you encounter...]
"Are you lost? You would best not wonder. What gave you impression this is a friendly land? It is not."
[A young man who can't be even twenty years old yet. His long cloak obscures most of his body, and he stares in your direction with a disinterested look.]
"Not for the likes of you, anyway."
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This is definitely new. Nevermind that her own attire has a similar theme.]
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[Sielje's gaze follows the circling Fyra. She tries not to lose her from sights, feeling like a stalked prey.]
Is it... so unusual of me to be wearing this? It is, is it not?
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Still, something had to prompt a change this drastic...]
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It is as I was afraid. This kind of attire suits me poorly.
[For some reason Sielje sounds discouraged to admit that.]
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...How did you obtain it?
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[But with that twirling earlier, that wouldn't quite make sense...]
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[More confusing statements.]
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I know it is wasteful for a warrior to be concerned with such things, but... I do.
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Unusual is not wrong.
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Do you really think so?
Well. You are unusual yourself, are you not?
[But maybe Earth is full of ancient weapons of destruction in the form of cute girls, Sielje knows not.]
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Well, in that she means what she says, and that she is, indeed, unusual.]
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