Re: Getting Started
Two cloaked figures stepped off a Nepleslian transport ship, one short and thin, the other tall and wide beneath their cloaks.
The shorter figure took the lead stepping deliberately as she followed the gentleman she had flagged down towards the site of this Peace Summit her king had sent her and her 'associate' attend. The purple velvet of her cloak fluttered slightly, but the golden hem was just long enough to rub the ground as she walked, revealing tawny and white furred paws adorned with black talon like claws. From beneath the hood, two dark blue eyes seemed to almost glow from the shadows.
If the first figure seemed at ease in it's new surroundings, the larger did not share this view. His cloak, made of the same material as his companion though dyed black as a moonless sky with silver trim, did it's best to wrap around a body as large as his. When he moved though, it showed off the black and polished silver armor he wore, plate grieves leading to black polished hooves and black bracers leading to hands wrapped tightly around a huge warhammer that seemed to be carved from a single slab of granite. The stallion looked with suspicion at anyone who neared him, even mock charging a few and laughing as they went scrambling away.
When at last they came to the door to the room the conference was to be held in, and the guards asked they give up their weapons, the smaller figure nodded and handed them a finely crafted katana from her left hip, and a black bladed dagger from the wrap around her right ankle. Spreading her paws wide, showing that she held no other weapons within her robes or under the cloak, she pulled back the hood and walked towards the room.
Her companion though was not so ready to give up his hammer, or the swords that hung off of either hip. When he began to protest, the feline walked back and placed a hand on his chest, speaking in a whisper of their native tongue. Their eyes met, after a moment of silence, and slowly he dropped the hammer, head down, with a thud at the feet of the guards, and then drew each of his blade, crossing them, and leaning them against the handle of his hammer. Then, after giving each guard a hate filled scowl, he ducked through the door and walked with the feline towards a seat somewhere between the Nepleslian, Elysian, and Nepleslian representatives.
She bowed her head to each in turn, the light playing off of her soft, lion-like features and lovely, dark blue braid of hair that reached nearly to her tailbase. Then the stallion, who had still to remove his hood, pulled a chair out for her, which she took gracefully, folding her paws atop the table in front of her. When she was comfortable, the stallion laid a lovely bronze plaque on the table signifying them to be the designated representatives of the Kingdom of Kohana. The smaller being the Mistress of Justice, and the stallion being the Hand of War.
"Good afterrrnoon, ladies and gentlemen. May the gods watch over us all, and guarrrd our tongues to speak only of peace and trrruth." She would say softly to each, gaze lingering on Hanako for a moment longer than the others, then she would look down to the papers her companion laid before her before backing up and standing at ease behind her chair. She made sure she was well versed on who all would be attending, and the issues she would need to bring before their attentions if the opportunity arose.