Private Great Grand Auntie

[Valstraus]

While the boy Malum had only discovered the place a few months ago,it already began to felt like home. She had settled in the lowest floors of the palace, where she was most comfortable. The sorceress would set up her labs and work. It was not often they had visitors, but the house would entertain the presence of one today. It would be impertinent not to greet them.

The feathered ends of the massive wings dragged behind the woman along with the train of her dress, heels clicking against the cobbled floor of the castle as she walked down the balustrade overseeing the courtyard. There was an air of superiority she carried and of nobility which a century ago she would never have imagined herself exuding. The collar which she could never removed enslaved her to house Marr, she while she was a servant of the household, her status was far from.

If by chance, the visitor came into view. Their rather disheveled appearance would not be one she expected of a visitor of such noble house, but Valstraus, was not a woman to judge. "And who might you be? To what do we the pleasure?" The sorceress would ask Trayze Tesar .

 

[Trayze Tesar]

CURRENT MISSION - Take A Moment To Breathe...
Immediate Goals -
1: Get lost in the Alvarian Palatial Grounds
2: Find yourself

BLUFOR - Friends Left Behind...

OPFOR - Enemies Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Valstraus

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Trayze Tesar hated manors - usually that meant that there was a case that began to exceed his paygrade, and here was no different. At the behest of his lordly cousin, the disparate parts of House Marr reunited to begin discussions of current affairs, where the politics of today reared their ugly head. Darth Strosius took hostages, and he would be appointed governorship of a world! Despite barely being above an Acolyte!

After the stagnancy of the past five years, the stress of the Ouroboros crisis and the downfall of the Triumvirate, and now things seemed to shoot up further and further out of his own control. As his ears perked up at a servant addressing him, he felt the strands go further away; for in his mind's eye he found the figment of his childhood drawings, the drawings he made when his grandpa tried to keep the illusion of normalcy - but he sensed the figure when Grandpa Zarrick spoke wistfully or warningly of his own past. She wasn't quite how he imagined, but as far as he knew, Pantorans typically didn't have wings.

"Trayze Tesar, ma'am." the Kiffar spoke, giving a smile and a bow - for even despite the dizzying heights he may find himself at, he had to center himself. "Ah am a guest of His Highness, Lord Malum of House Marr. Who do Ah have the pleasure of speakin' with?"