The Denkou kin remained silent letting nothing but Delion’s proclamations hit the air around them as time grew still in silence while many had gathered around to see the test of might. Whether or not the Denkou egotistical demeanor in the face of elv blood was indeed foolhardy or could humans really have become stakeholders in the evolution of the planet had yet to be seen. Namesakes like Hellgate were noteworthy amongst human society one of extremely few that elvn kind had no choice but to recognize. Today would be the day that the Denkou place their bid in with the other bloodlines of vescrutia.” Is this a joke? Theatricalities.. Aesthetics.. These are meaningless in the heat of battle. You present a thousand years of superiority with a thread? Fabric? Very well then, be this insult or hubris, let us put to the test, your King's thread.”
The silence was pierced by the air escaping the force of his grip. No one moved it was as if time had frozen still. The music ceased all eyes paid homage to a test that would for most be merely a entertaining display. For Yuta, Haesael and the very name of the Emerald King himself the pillar of their kingdom this display was a day of providence. A poetical precoursor to a stature of not idle recognition for in truth this had nothing to do with pleading with these elvs that the Denkou deserved their awe and respect.He said half-heartedly as he lifted his dagger above his head. His fist clenched tight around its handle, so tight the sound of air rushing through the gaps of his fist squeaked like leather. He held nothing back. Delion wanted to embarrass these humans more than he wanted anything they offered him out of their pitiful tents. The thought of their disappointment.. the collective dread of each and everyone of them as he displayed the gap between their civilizations.
Far from it
The Denkou bloodline is one of the oldest living of human kind. For thousands of year their feet bled on the face of the mother learning and searching for all they could of her grace her greatness. Persecution and prejudice, harrowingly vicious creatures , frigid weather and burning winds. They survived it all and now stand atop on of the highest peaks in Neovia. A thriving land a bustling society .
This was not a vain attempt to prove a point. This was a declaration. The tip of the ice burg of the prominence of Denkou mysticism.
This was a fact
Yuta would tap her foot on the ground just before Delion mitghty cleaving blow made contact causing runic circle to manifest under them all within a 6 meter range. It was a ward she placed to keep the Denkou property in place incase some random fit of nature decided to try and ruin their fun. It seems she was right to do so as the maelstrom of sheer force that Delion swing created would have very well cleared the children,elderly and other folks gathered. The ward would cause the fearsome energy to disperse around those covered by its light, leaving it to eventually wither and fizzle out. Becoming little more than fierce rumblings that should the earth beneath them kicking up dust that blanketed the immediate area.Delion swung his dagger as hard and fast as he could toward the thread. The air sounded as if it screamed in pain; cleaved in two by this seven foot, death crazed warrior. But the sound of slicing air was deafened when Delion's blade made contact with the King's Thread. The frequency created from the impact was unlike anything he'd ever heard. The shockwaves tossed the weak to the ground, and pinged Delion's sensitive ears like nails to a chalkboard.
Haesael would inhale then exhale releasing a gust of wind from his lungs that would quickly do away with the dust cloud revealing Delion perplexed face and his dagger split with the Kings thread triumphantly intact. Yuta eye practically gleamed with pride as she wore the coyest of smile. In her heart there could have been no doubt. To allow anyone to make them feel small or less than would bring an unprecedented dishonor to their lineage. The love they had for their kingdom.
“Hmp.”
Haesael face was even more smug his was not a cute coy smile but a wide Cheshire Cat grin. The people around began to cheer in awe and glee. Even the Atlanteans found a few of their ranks celebrating the triumph impressed themselves.
The pair looked at each other. Not even needing their telepathy to tell what the other was thinking. But before either could address Delion the air began to vibrate as the harrowing sound of trumpet filled the air. Yuta and Haesael heads snapped in the direction of the horns recognizing instantly their origins.“I would like to purchase all of which you have to offer, on behalf of the B'halian Empire.”
The family had arrived.
They both began frantically straightening up the display that had gotten a little dusty after the test. For a moment it was like they had completely forgotten that Del was even there.
The trumpet accompanied by a litany of instruments stealing the musical show from the ones playing earlier. It’s sound drew the focus to the front entrance of the festival where a large force 100 strong stood. Four banners could be seen in the four sections that this force’s formation consisted off. Each of the four sections heralded a banner each distinct from the others. On these banner each was a symbol of an animal marking the Royal House it represented.
The Ebon Bear; Grizzly House Of Urso
The Sapphire Mantis; Severing House Of Flonne
The Crimson Ant: Industrious House Of Gamallow
Last but certainly not least
The Emerald Serpent; Eminent House Of Ri’ore
There were three single person sized carts that shielded the identities of those aboard. Leading the entire band was a woman with thick long braided locs standing about 6’3. She was covered head to toe in ceremonial garb that was reminiscent of a swordman kimono her weapons not on her person. She was Urso. Their hands were enough. Her gaze was firm with eyes that hummed with a green light.
She was the first to enter the festivals border as she raised her hand the music ceased.
“Greetings fair folk of Neovia. What an honor it is for us to be gathered like this.”
She said as her voice was magnified by Naten so that all would be able to hear her. It was brisk, stern yet echoed a alluring feline undertone.
“ I am Emerion Gal Urso, Second seat of the Urso royal family. Under the Arashin’s eye I great you.”
She bowed slightly
“ I pray you are not alarmed by the numbers. Many eons have the Denkou sat atop the Emerald ascension and for a spectacle such as this we wanted to show in good faith, in mass, our support for community.”
As he was speaking the four royal carts would open revealing those inside.
The banner of the Sapphire Mantis a man with green hair that trailed down his backside. Exceptional poise. He wore a sash with a litany of scrolls.
“Faelyn Tav Flonne, this land is truly gorgeous. I do hope we can enjoy such beauty together”
From the banner of the Crimson Ant a man with short white hair emerged. His feet did not touch the ground as he levitated ever so slightly above it.
“ I am Brea Ul Gamallow. Such a …humble space.”
The banner of Eminence a man well lived with grey hair and a demeanor that did not invite respect. It declared it. He was the last to exit and had the least amount of guards around him. A notion to the those unfamiliar of his lore would mean he was of lessor priority. On the contrary, it was because out of all here he needed protection the least as his notable standing amongst the others as a member of the Ri’ore house. Direct descendants of the founder himself.
“Emerion we all thank you for such a warm welcome.”
He said as he walked ahead of her.
“ It has been sometime since I’ve last walked these kinds. And yet the power of comrade is still as present as ever. “
He raised his hand and the other three would move behind him
“I am Koselik Ver Ri’ore second seat and emissary of our most honorable one The Emerald King.”
He bowed slightly
“And chaperone to these young ones here. Please show them grace as they are still learning much of the world around them. They are the Eminent Three. The next rulers of the Denkou Royal families.”
The three would bow as well as would the hundred other members. They were well received in all especially with talks of the Denkou proficiency already making way through the festival. After they rose the others would begin slowly making their way in the festival. Excited to see what a Neovian festival was like as for many leaving the kingdom was not something they experienced often. The three also made their way through being rushed by folks who asked all kinds of question about the Denkou. Koselik noticed Yuta and Haesael and made his way there spotting a most curious sight.
A Tera Elv here on Madeira?
“Well Lady Yuta under the Arashin’s eye”
He said as he noticed the set up and the duo’s nervous faces. His eyes observed the Jo’ro to the thread. Kings thread? What reason could she possibly have had showing off such a prized possession. He would try to feign curiosity as he noticed the damaged weapon bearing the seal of the Mazokou. He nodded to the Elv acknowledging his presence more concerned for Yuta’s or Haesael explanation.
“Yuta if I am correct Brea said your instructions were to preform a…minor display of weaving magics potential. I’m sure I needn’t remind you there is nothing minor about Kingsthread. So, would anyone care to fill me in?”