High Chamberlain Erstlan's page
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Why can't I win radio prizes anymore?
Nimora Orlbereth wrote: After several hours of poring through the ledgers, she has about a dozen of them open in front of her. She keeps checking and rechecking figures, frowning a bit at her results.
"Are there any expenses that don't get recorded in these books? Because unless there are your accountants are robbing you blind. I expect a little skimming, sure, but this is ridiculous."
"Also, could I get some more information on the city's trade agreements? Based on what I'm reading here they seem...inefficient. But I could be missing some vital pieces of information by looking only at the numbers."
"Err? I'm sorry, but accounting is not something I'm very proficient with. Only moderately so. The Guild usually handles these things..."
Nimora Orlbereth wrote: "Is there some sort of records storage around here? My father always says that the quickest way to learn about a place is to look at their ledgers. And I could use a crash course about Pearl. Histories of the city would be good too, and perhaps something that talks about the noble families and their histories. Would that be possible?"
Presuming the answer is yes, Nimora will soon be immersed in reading.
"Our libraries are at your disposal, my Lady."
"If there is anything you can't find simply let me know."
Mirathan wrote: High Chamberlain Erstlan wrote: Mirathan wrote: High Chamberlain Erstlan wrote: Mirathan wrote: distant smile on his face
hmmmm...pardon me. What were you saying, Erstlan?
*sigh*
Do you plan to court the Lady? Court her?
No. I plan to marry her.
As soon as she says yes. but...but...but, your Majesty... Mirathan holds up his hand
"Nimora didn't save my life, Erstlan. She saved my soul. There isn't anyone I could love any more." "We would love nothing more than call her our Queen. If I may be so bold, your Highness, you two are like perfectly matched pearls."
Mirathan wrote: High Chamberlain Erstlan wrote: Mirathan wrote: distant smile on his face
hmmmm...pardon me. What were you saying, Erstlan?
*sigh*
Do you plan to court the Lady? Court her?
No. I plan to marry her.
As soon as she says yes. but...but...but, your Majesty...
Mirathan wrote: distant smile on his face
hmmmm...pardon me. What were you saying, Erstlan?
*sigh*
Do you plan to court the Lady?
Hrrmmm...well. Your majesty, we've rescheduled the appointments you've missed while you were...ahh...negotiating the terms of our alliance with Sandreef. We've also freshened up the Sandreef suite, assuming that is where the High Lady shall reside? At least for the time being. Should we plan for other changes?
Mirroring the general, the chamberlain signals two waiters to investigate. Partygoers sometimes drink a bit too much, and need to be 'handled'.
... wrote: The delegation from Sandreef arrives to attend Mirathan's coronation. Melusine and Joren are in attendance as are four scowling male sea elves riding large hippocampi steeds and dressed in intricate mother-of-pearl shell armor and carrying long trident lances.
A fanfare of conch horns sound out as they approach the city
The Sandreef delegation is set up in their suite at the palace. The guards may stay in the barracks.
Edit: The servants peek at the surface elf as they leave.
Nimora Orlbereth wrote: Nimora is still uncomfortable with riding in a carriage through the city. It feels so awkward, like everyone is staring at her. So she decides to wait at the palace while the carriage is sent for Kaelar. Besides, she wouldn't want to leave Ethelbert all alone, and he is much too big to ride in a carriage. The chamberlain sighs softly, and signals for more lobsters for Nimora's hungry friend.
A royal cariage arrives at the portal for Kaelar. It will take the same slow tour over the city, showcasing the best parts, finally arriving at the palace. Kaelar is escorted to Nimora's rooms, and offered his own, much smaller room with a much smaller antechamber.
Nimora Orlbereth wrote:
"Yes, he is a friend of Mirathan. He is one of us who fought to rescue him. The Water Champion has been a good friend to both of us."
"Then he is friend to us all."
Nimora Orlbereth wrote: When Kaelar's message is brought to her, Nimora will ask if it's alright for him to come to the palace to see her or if she needs to go to see him. She's still getting the hang of this royal court thing, and has yet to master protocol. In fact, after spending her childhood trying to avoid politics of any kind she has been taking a crash course in it lately hoping to gain some understanding that will keep her from giving mortal offense to someone important. "Certainly. Shall we send a carriage for the young man? Would you like to go along?"
"If he is a friend of our our soon-to-be new king, he is more than welcome to stay at the palace as well."
A carriage and Manta Ray escort is provided.
Nimora Orlbereth wrote: High Chamberlain Erstlan wrote: aquatic makeover time!
The attendants swarm over Nimora like pirannha, brushing tangles out of her hair, holding fabrics to her skin for contrast, and measuring every part of her body. Spells are sung and needles fly as she is stripped out of her clothes and rubbed down with perfumed oils. The dressmistress barks out orders like a drill sergeant, but is pleasant to Nimora.
After several hours Nimora feels like she has wrestled a giant squid, but has several outfits in her wardrobe. All form-fitting, accentuating her best features. A deep blue gown for the funeral, and emerald green for the coronation 3 hours later. Casual attire to match the colors of coral, and an encyclopedia of information of court gossip.
They swim her over to the 3 full length mirrors, and Nimora barely recognizes herself. She looks like a princess in the stories told to young girls.
"Is that really me?" she asks doubtfully as she looks at her reflections. She holds up her hand and wiggles her fingers, somewhat surprised when her reflections do the same. She turns around trying to see every direction. "Not the slightest bit like a fishing lure," she thinks to herself with a grin.
"Thank you," she says to the dressmistress. "It looks wonderful. I never imagined I would be dressed like this." "You're welcome, milady." The dressmistress is obviously pleased with the transformation. She shoos her attendants out of the room and departs with a curtsy.
aquatic makeover time!
The attendants swarm over Nimora like pirannha, brushing tangles out of her hair, holding fabrics to her skin for contrast, and measuring every part of her body. Spells are sung and needles fly as she is stripped out of her clothes and rubbed down with perfumed oils. The dressmistress barks out orders like a drill sergeant, but is pleasant to Nimora.
After several hours Nimora feels like she has wrestled a giant squid, but has several outfits in her wardrobe. All form-fitting, accentuating her best features. A deep blue gown for the funeral, and emerald green for the coronation 3 hours later. Casual attire to match the colors of coral, and an encyclopedia of information of court gossip.
They swim her over to the 3 full length mirrors, and Nimora barely recognizes herself. She looks like a princess in the stories told to young girls.
A haughty-looking dressmistress enters the room, followed by several assistants. Bowing quickly to the queen she orders the men to leave.
The chamberlain practically scampers from the room before the words leave her mouth.
Telestial shrugs, and bows to both the Queen and Nimora before leaving.
Nimora Orlbereth wrote: "I would indeed be honored to accept such a generous gift, your majesty. Thank you." The chamberlain signals one of Nimora's attendants, who curtsies and swims out of the room.
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