The Kingdom of Nexonia - Auriana's Court RP

[Keanumoreira]

The Lord of Lunacy watched as the Cheshire Cat made his way into the kitchen. That's what he always seemed to call him, even though that wasn't his REAL name. He often pondered to himself where he heard it from, but the memory was as addled as his mind. Anyway, he noticed as his friend went poking around the food, and finding that the plastic had lost its appeal, he wandered over to the pot and stuck his finger into it.

 

"Ahmmm...ahmmm...the water's not TOO bad...", and without warning, jumped inside of it. "It's a bit of squeeze, but it'll have to do." He sat there for a moment, testing the water, occasionally tasting the bits of food that swirled around inside of the pot. "Not bad...but if i'm to be a part of the recipe, then we're going to have to make a few minor changes...".

 

The Lord of Lunacy rummaged through his pocket until a damp and drooping list emerged from the orange broth. "Ah yes, the list! Now, let's see what we have here: dragon's tooth, goblin meat, nail-of-human, toe-of-Pete, mammoth tear, and spriggin root, daedric bone, pirate boot. Hmmm...they all sound tempting, but..." After pondering over the list for a minute or two, he pulled a rotting toe from his other pocket, eyeing it with satisfaction, "Ah Pete, how I miss you so...BUT, there's no sense in dwelling on the past!"

 

He mixed the broth with the mysterious toe for a second or two before plopping it in, and rested back his head as bubbles began to rise. "This'll be a nice place to take a bit of a cat nap." He chuckled over the idea, "Heh...a 'cat' nap".

Edited July 8, 2013 by Keanumoreira

[M48A5]

"Oh, no. Now that Lord of Lunacy is starting to caterwaul. To think they complain about me. He's doing something that sounds like 'doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy do' and someone walking down the street. I have to leave now and get out of earshot. I may have to leave the castle for awhile.

[tokyobiohazard]

The Royal Head Chef watched as her plastic waved about in the air, biting her lip and frowning. She then noticed the cat pawprints in her food and looked around before stirring things around a bit to hide them.

The nearest pot was full of a man now, so she reached out with a long-fingered hand and hooked a finger in the corner of his mouth, pulling at his cheek. Official Face Pulling business, of course.

DING!

It seemed that her microwave was finished cooking the snacks. She pulled the snacks from the microwave with the same skill with which she had pulled the man's face. The snacks on the middle of the tray were still cold, and the outermost snacks were burned. How perfect.

[Keanumoreira]

The Lord of Lunacy ignored the Chef's intrusion, and focused on another matter: the cat was right, the broth was getting rather warm, a little TOO warm, hot now...BLISTERINGLY HOT!

 

"Oh my monocles and top hats! Get it off!". He pulled at the pot, but it was stuck, "Get it off!". He ran around the kitchen in a fury, tossing the pans and the spatulas, the napkins and whatever else he could get his hands on, everywhere in every which way, "Get it off! Get it off! Get it off! Get it off!" But no matter what he did, the pot simply wouldn't come off.

 

He fled from the kitchen in a hurry, to the only place he knew where things could cool down: the royal fountain.

Edited July 8, 2013 by Keanumoreira

[spyro1201]

After about half an hour of traversing the wilderness, Stewie finally reached the afforementioned town. He dismounted his horse, left it at the local stables and made haste to the cemetary. Upon arriving at the graveyard, Stewie drew his mop and looked around inquisitively.

 

"Now...where were those guys?" - he wondered.

 

Stewie began checking every gravestone, masoleum and whatnot. Eventualy, after combing the whole place, he came across a large grave, made entirely of stone and what appeared to be a keyhole on the tombstone. The Royal janitor reached into his pocket and pulled out a very large keyring and began searching for a specific one...

 

"Let's see 'ere...my room...fun room...dog house....outhouse...torture chamer...broom closet...Ah! Here it is." - he said as he took out an iron key, labeled "Musical Adventure Room"

 

"Why do I even call it that? It sounds ridiculous." - the janitor lampshaded.

 

He proceeded to insert the key into the keyhole and turned it. The bed of the grave slightly sank and slided sideways, revealing a stairwell. Stewie decnded into it. It was pretty dim, but conviniently there were some lit torches up ahead. Stewie took one and proceded. At the bottom of the stairs was an old wooden door, covered in dust and cobwebs.

 

With a pull of the iron ring that aced as a doorknob, the janitor walked into the old tomb. It was a large rectangular stone chamber with wooden coffins placed in small spaces in the wall. At the other end of the chamber was a stone slab. The janitor walked over to it and looked at the written letters on it:

 

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Stewie raised his mop and pronounced the incantation. The cleaning tool was now surrounded in a red aura. Then a rumbling followed. THe surrounding coffins began to open. A large group of undead creatures came out and surrounded the janitor. One of them, a skeleton, raised it's hand in a greeting gesture.

 

"Eeeeeyy, Stewie! Long time, no see!"

[AurianaValoria1]

Auriana examined the pictures that her lady-in-waiting provided, and after a few moments of thought, she handed them back, "The first shall do nicely. Thank you for your timely solution."

[M48A5]

The GPPS Cat arrived back in the Great Room to be greated by utter pandemonium. Lackeys were sprawled out on there backs everywhere. Over in the corner was one spread out like a hot breakfast with a serving girl on top. She was wiggling and giggling. There was no way to tell what the lackey was doing since his head was covered by her skirt. "Foolish humans" I thought.

"I had trouble with four feet and claws and they think they can go on only two." Getting a good start, the cat flopped on his belly and slid across the room to the outside door. The cat went outside, humming as he went.

"Twas Brillig

And the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe

All mimsy were the borogoves

And the mome raths outgrabe"

[Lisnpuppy]

The Goddess continued to squawk and flap her wings.

 

*Human! Pay attention!! Take off this foolish covering of yours so that I can be FREE!*

 

With that last word, The Goddess suddenly came loose from the covering and fell, once again, unceremoniously to the floor. Righting herself she shook out her feathers and stood...hopped twice and took flight.

 

Seeing her "human" going across the floor without her...she dove toward him and landed again on his shoulder..making sure those claws went through all the cloth. For safety...she thought to herself....and a reminder.

 

"HUMAN! Listen up. Let us make for all that racket I hear yonder. Surely something is going on* Cocking her head suddenly, the Goddess looked about as if someone called her name. Ruffling out her feathers again she settled back and began picking at her human's hood.

 

Possibly there would be some interesting, shiny things from where all the noise was coming.

[Keanumoreira]

It didn't occur to him that the Janitor had just waxed the floors, and down the lord went, sliding through the hallways with the pot on his butt, hopelessly unable to control his direction.

 

"Oh dear! Oh dear! I should surely suffer for this!" Down, down, down he went, would he ever stop? But every hallway has its end, and with incredible speed, the Lord of Lunacy found himself in midair, having crashed through a third story window and down into the garden below. With a tremendous splash, he found himself unharmed and coincidentally floating about the waters of the royal fountain, the pot having come off, and the waters now a most splendid orange. He searched around for his cane, frowning as he realized that he must have dropped it in the kitchen not a minute before.

 

"Well, after a ride such as that, I don't dare think that I'll be sticking my butt in a pot anytime soon!". He brushed himself off, still a bit damp, and was just in time to see the Royal Fashion Advisor as she went tumbling across the ground in the distance, apparently having flung herself from the palace residence.

 

"How peculiar...it's seems a great lot are slipping on these floors today! I wonder if she twisted her ankle..." He glanced down to Pete's toe bobbing in the waters of the fountain, and promptly, snatched it into his hand, "that would be a spot of luck, wouldn't it old pal?".

Edited July 9, 2013 by Keanumoreira

[Aurielius]

The Pegasus sets once more with a full crew of Sea Dogs. Arriving off the coast of Nexiana again, we find the pickings easy. Her majesty's merchantmen are surprised and horrified when we hoist the Red Dog Legion's ensign. After a brief attack on a convoy in which one captain decides foolishly to resist, forcing us to send his vessel to the bottom. The remainder haul down their colors and allow us to board, the pickings are rich and it takes hours to haul away all the booty. As per usual we put the crews in their longboats with a sextant, a cask of rum, adequate water and salted pork which they gratefully accept. Then put aboard a prize crew on the largest vessel and scuttle the rest. This is midshipman Heather's first command, she wags her tail with excitement at the opportunity. We bid her farewell and promise to meet up at the Sleeping Setter Tavern on the waterfront of the Goddess's Isle. We cruise on in hopes of the possibility of a decent fight, that is if there is one competent captain in HM Aurana's fleet, but alas the cowardly lubbers are afraid to leave the safety of port. The cruise home is uneventful, hopefully the Goddess will be pleased; we bring chests of gold, silk, and gems for her coffers, the kibble I distribute to the crew. :pirate:

 

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