Alina to Valgorr: "I like listening to music, cleaning and modifying my weapons and spending time with friends mostly..."

Rosdax to Sivtress: "I was born and bred in Doth, the new capital of the Frontiers."
Alina: "I'm a Dothian as well, but my family had lands in this planet, Remelax."
Myranda: "My house was one of the great houses of Lyr; we are one of the few families that have remained in the destroyed worlds. Though Doth is like a second home to me..."

(Heh, I'd like to see that.)

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Myrsa: "It is good -in a way- that you admit you have been meddling in Remelax without my consent, Truth is important. I hope that from now on such abbrassive occurences will not be repeated. I will be awaiting your reports when on Remelax, be it positive, or negative." Myrsa discretely uses the Urvanyen sign language to talk to Rysannox in secret: "(She lie about location, but I want see if she lie again. pherhaps she scared)"
Rysannox catches up: "(Certainly god-king, wiser to wait)"

(I know, I didn’t want to type that but based on the fact that Rokarr likes to gain an advantage on others when possible she would certainly try something, a flaw I came up with for her character that im regretting.)
(No, it's good that she has flaws  ...it makes her interesting.)

Alina seems satisfied that Valgorr agrees about her past-times being fun "What about you? What do you do in your free time?"

Myranda to Sivtress: "Indeed we have many capitals. Lyr was the old capital of the Frontiers Sarmoorox, Doth is the new."
Rosdax: "They are all subject to the great capital-homeworld of Shyr ...nowadays."

Myranda looks at Tarakith with anger and sadness mixed inside her: "Yes, they are Lyr, Irsa and Malchor   ...Lyr is the only one that remained habitable, but it was so heavily bombarded and infested with toxics and radiation that still makes life very hard for us Lyryn. One wonders if the Shyrites had any sense of mercy during that war..."

(Do her hatch in Shyr; the mess it would cause would be hilarious.)

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Myrsa leans close to Kilysa: "Indeed and this is why I will let it pass by   ...Lord Ator is a rather 'independent'-minded subject of mine, but a subject nonetheless; he will be punished for the total of his mindless actions. If he requires anything of you, inform me at once."
Rysannox: "Your greatness, Unburnt One, such abrassiveness on Martael's end shall be paid in high tribute  ...Pherhaps you should cancel your request of a marital union with him. My son would be more than glad to receive your blessing and hand unlike that ungrateful old colonial mongrel."
Myrsa: "Let us not overreact, you know very well that this marriage would bring peace to the realm..."
Rysannox evidently dissatisfied bows gently "Your word is divine command my Talmyr."

Myrsa turns to Zagara and pointing to the great palace that surrounds the garden she adresses her "Fellow Talmyr, I hope this necessary conversation I had to pursue with your daughter did not bring you any discomfort. Pherhaps we could go back inside the Mourning Halls and speak of other matters as we watch a Muirghanyn battle?"

Alina: "Oh, well you should have some breaks too  ..except if you like learning all the time. My captain would approve of learning..."

Rosdax: "Only one? Your empire must not have many remote planets, I guess."
Myranda looks to Rosdax and points her finger like a teacher "Now, now  ...their societies are hivemind-based, I doubt they need confusing and complex devolved governments to function like ours. Isn't that right Sivtress?"

Myranda touches her closed eyes for a second thinking that she overreacted and responds calmly "Oh, you don't have to be sorry Tarakith, it is just that I get emotional because life is still very hard in my planet  ...questions are good, please ask and do not worry about me."

(Oh God, all the psionic energy & hormones developing while in the cocoon will burst out, she will be looking for a mate to start her brood with, & she will be very territorial when it comes to certain people)
(Heh, imagine if she chooses Myrsa's lover as her mate...)

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Myrsa to Zagara: "Of course, no teacher is better than reality itself Talmyr." Myrsa then gains a very fiery, enthusiastic look as she explains Muirghanyn "A Muirghanyn, 'seed of death' battle is a holy and ancient ritual battle to the death between two brave warriors in ancient Urvan style with silver blades; the victor gains pride in his name, wealth and a praise from me, the defeated brings honour through his death to his family as a brave warrior. The warriors are Arisynda of House Salyon and Erhinor of House Myrzhanen."
Myrsa with a move of her hand orders the Ghashyr present to follow her while she starts walking towards the small path that passes through the grove and towards the palace. A colourful big bird lands in front of Rokarr and starts looking at her with a dumb look. Sarxaxa: "Hah, it seems House Arganraxel sent an envoy to one of our noble guests. Do not fret Queen Rokarr, it is friendly."

Alina to Valgorr: "Yes, I too believe she would fare well in any case, she is a good captain."
Myranda is focused in her discussion with Sivtress and Tarakith so she didn't hear the praises of her name.

Myranda gives Rosdax a  friendly but smug look. She seems rather curious: "It only makes sense, I wonder how our society would be if it was a hivemind   ...we'd propably wouldn't have so many wars."
Rosdax: "Yes, but you and me, Captain, would propably be drones."

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Myrsa talks to Zagara as she walks in the garden: "I assure you they will, they both come from very honourable Urvan houses. This Agnortet ritual, you will have to tell me more about its details fellow Talmyr."

The bird seems quite interested at the gigantic ant alien, but upon Rokarr touching it, it squawks and backs down but it returns slowly back to Rokarr again to investigate.
Sarxaxa smiles at Kilysa for not being afraid of the bird and turns to Rokarr: "See fellow Queen? It's a very friendly and curious bird. It only eats fruits and insects  ..well, smaller and less sentient insects than ..ehm, you!  ...And an envoy is a messenger dear Queen."
Selyna interrupts to explain Sarxaxa's previous saying: "Lady Sarxaxa referred to House Arganraxel because this bird is a Jalaor and the Arganraxels are nicknamed after it because they have many similar attributes   ...mostly the fact that they're both ridiculously pompous and arrogant."

Myranda: "Well, my name means 'Queen'-Luck  ...it'd be interesting to see how Formics live. But it seems that Formics do things separately regarding their sex, strange."
Rosdax: "For us Ghashyr it is only blood and honour that matters   ...I haven't thought of it until now, but being male, or female is rather unimportant for us."

(Tarakith to Myranda: “Alright, well I just have one more then concerning those planets, Including Remelax what will happen if some or all of them are restored?")
Myranda to Tarakith: "It seems I was absent minded, you asked what would happen if  the Destroyed worlds were restored   ...I'll answer you now; it would make our lifes easier, you see Doth is overpopulated by the refugees and Lyr, my planet, is a wasteland   ..if such a miracle happened, then all of us Frontierers would thank Azgor Tal for its mercy!"

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Myrsa seems almost jubilant as Zagara explains: "That is a great tradition and quite honourable, leaders must be strong. I'm curious to see with my own eyes such an event   ...but I hope that I will not have to if accompanyed by sad news, dear Talmyr Zagara."

The bird notices Kilysa as well and goes near her, lowering its head and tilts it 90 degrees  to observe her from legs to pinchers, it stretches its colourful wings.
Sarxaxa to Rokarr: "I would not want to know what would happen if you were little, Queen Rokarr. These birds are intimidated by size  ...that's why they have big wings and feathers. And yes, they're omnivores, like us Ghashyr."

Rokarr: "House Arganraxel pompous & arrogant."
Selyna: "Might as well be their new motto. Even the Arganraxels themselves would not deny this..."

Queen Myrsa raises her eybrow as to why the group has stopped and speaks up: "I see that four good Queens are playing with the garden's livestock, Lady Selyna make sure that the Jalaor will stay behind in the garden and not follow us inside."
Selyna: "Yes your greatness, oh Unburnt One!"

As the group walks towards the southern gate of the garden to the Mourning Halls one can see the huge crystal dome that stands behind the gate and the building. Upon entering two fire-fountains emblaze the walls right and left, with frescos representing figures that perform various moves of Muirghanyn. On the end of the hall lies a huge circle arena with large curved pillars supporting the dome and a red-marble flour, while there are seating tiers that surround the central performance area for viewers to watch. In the center of the arena stand two warriors, a young female Ghashyr in black robes and a much older male Ghashyr that wears white robes. Both hold curved Urvan swords. near them stands a Light-religion priest in full regalia with a small crystal and a torch in hand.
The Talmyr points at a special stand meant for the imperial family, set on purpose closer to the battle ground. "Talmyr Zagara, fellow guests, my loyal subjects  ...make yourselves comfortable and ready yourselves to judge and admire the brave contestants."
Myrsa sits in the center-front and nods to Zagara to sit next to her, while the Ghashyr High council sits in the upper parts that are less close to the battle ground.

Myranda: "I'd love that, although I doubt I will ever be able to do so  ...I'm merely a paladin of the Frontiers."
Rosdax to Sivtress: "We Ghashyr are too born with duties  ...duties to our families and our class, but apart from that we act accordingly to our skills and interests."

Myranda: "That would be very good for the crops  ...without the toxins in the atmosphere, the sunlight would be more luminous and the air more generous to the plants."
Alina: "Pherhaps my family could return to our ancestral lands, here in Remelax one day. Though I still prefer Doth."

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Myrsa: "I'd be greatly honoured If I was invited to the Agnortet. Who shall be your successor, Talmyr Zagara?"

The Jalaor at first seems afraid of Kilysa but allows her to pet it, it extends its wings twice and calms down.
Sarxaxa to Kilysa: "It seems it likes you!"

Bird thoughts <(Food biiiig. Food not food! Food foe? Food friend? Food friend! Joy!)
Selyna turns to Rokarr to solve the misunderstanding: "It was a joke; this bird, being a Jalaor, "represents" the Arganraxels as a symbol    ...it is not an actual envoy, just a regular Jalaor bird."

Selyna obeys her Talmyr's orders and before entering the large dome she she explains to Kilysa and Rokarr that the bird must stay outside and that they'll see it again when leaving the arena.

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Myrsa: "Thank you. Arisynda is the young female in black robes, the 'attacker', while Erhinor is the older male in white robes, the 'defender'    ...I'll explain shortly."
The Light-priest holding in high the crystal and the torch kneels along with the two contestants while looking towards Myrsa: "Oh, Unburnt One, great Talmyr and seed of the Dragon, your greatness, these before you are Lady Arisynda of House Salyon and Lord Erhinor of House Myrzhanen. Lady Arisynda asks your permission to challenge Lord Erhinor to honour her faith and pride in her family's name and the Light."
Myrsa: "Very well, Lord Erhinor do you accept the challenge?"
Lord Erhinor, muscular and full of scars calmly responds: "I do your Greatness, Unburnt One!"
Myrsa rises and unseathes her sword and holds it up and as she lowers her sword in a fast movement she cries "TA MUIR!". The priest lights the enchanted crystal on fire and crashes it to the ground, releasing a luminous cloud while saying "For the souls of the Brave!"

Arisynda, goes on the attack, stabbing out at Erhinor and constantly moving out of the defender's reach, forcing the large-built Erhinor to tire himself out chasing his agile opponent. As she evades Erhinor, Arisynda repeatedly dodges Erhinor's slow power attacks by constantly moving right and left. The two fighters exchange blows with their swords in a fast, almost choreographic way, when Arisynda with a smart move allows Erhinor to wave his sword right in front of her, inflicting him with a wound on the leg and causing him to stumble and fall back. As the fight progresses over the hour, Arisynda manages to seriously injure Erhinor, stabbing him in the chest, severing his hamstring. After a few blows and having him pinned to the flour, and sure of her victory, she is ready to give him the final blow. As she raises her sword to cut his head, Erhinor with fury in his eyes and a surprising lightning-move of his hands, shlashes and cuts open Arisynda's throat. Arisynda falls on her knees and her sword falls down making a profound sound as it touches the marble. As she starts choking on her own blood while trying to cover her neck, Erhinor slowly stands up, full of wounds and bleeding he approaches his dying opponent and with a powerful swing of his sword ends her suffering  ...the ground is filled with fresh blood and Erhinor's robes are now red rather than white.

Trying to find his balance he stands infront of Myrsa: "I am Erhinor of House Myrzhanen. By death and by Light, may the Unburnt One and the divine judge me right."
Myrsa stands up and the rest Ghashyr follow suit: "You honour your House and your name Lord Erhinor, the challenger Lady Arisynda has gave her life bravely and fought with great skill, but you have been proven victorious! Glory to you Muirghaenox Erhinor!"
Erhinor kneels and the Light-priest pours a liquid essence on Erhinor's head "Great Light, Azgor Tal, may you illuminate this soul and cleanse his sins." he then proceeds to do the same for the dead body of Arisynda and also covering it with a pure white cloth "May she unite with the Light and illuminate us all. Azgor Tal judge this enlightened soul and do not let it be stolen by darkness. Light, enlighten us all!"
All Ghashyr, including Myrsa, bow their heads to show respect to the dead warrior. Rysannox, Selyna and Sarxaxa mutter "Light, enlighten us all!" by the time the priest says it.

Myranda: "We are free, but I do not think My lord would allow one of his paladins to venture to a foreign alien realm easily   ...and while we are all nobles, we are not powerful ones; we all come from the ranks of the minor noblity. However, I'll try my best to one day visit your homeplanet, as it interests me to no end."

Rosdax gets a little bit nervous with the larvae munching on everything, bringing up past memories to his mind: "These younglings pose no danger, do they? I remember a similar behaviour from the leaf-beasts of Marga, in the Mercura System."

Alina can't help but observe how the larvae devour everything in such a fast way: "Oy Tarakith! The young ones seem to have quite the appetite   ...I used to eat as much when I was younger. Were you Krith like these younglings when you were their age?"
Thiror: "Aye, thay seem tae be fai'ly big eaters!"

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Myrsa: "This is a great honour fellow Talmyr, and I thank you for it. It is good you have so many capable daughters to succeed you."

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Sarxaxa smiles upon thinking Kilysa's idea: "Yes, pherhaps this could happen  ...I'll ask my Talmyr after the fight, since it is her greatness' property."

Selyna to Rokarr: "I think Lady Sarxaxa is right; we should ask the Unburnt One first."

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Myrsa bows and the group is ready to leave the arena, she quickly responds to Zagara: "Yes Talmyr Zagara, I was captured by this great fight so I could not explain: Arisynda had challenged Erhinor for honour, therefore according to our laws she had the right to strike first, therefore she was an 'attacker' while Erhinor defended his honour, therefore a 'defender'. The attacker also wears black to symbolise its will to kill, whereas the defender white, symbolising its will to live. Muirghaenox is someone who is 'seed of death', a great and holy warrior."
Selyna mutters something at Sarxaxa and Sarxaxa approaches Myrsa: "Your greatness, Unburnt One  ...it seems that one of the Formic princesses, Queen Rokarr, is fond of the Jalaor we came upon in the garden, so the two Queens kindly proposed if the Jalaor could be given to them..."
Myrsa: "Certainly, it would be a fair companion; a real 'Shyrite' to remind the good Queen of her visit in Shyr. She may consider it a small gift of mine" she quickly turns to Zagara "...if Talmyr Zagara agrees of course."