[Day 4 - LE through EN] Aurum Dawn Art Gala RP Thread

[Darth Tayana]

''BLOOWINE, DANCE, FIGHT, ORGY, TALK, BlOOWINE.'' Mahr enumerated ''REPEATED AS NEEDED, SOLVES LOTS OF PROBLEMS''

Then came the holo satue that Mahr studied for a while

''WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER CARVED OUT OF BONE OR STONE OR WOOD.'' he commented ''DOES TAYANA KNOWS IF THE DANCE SPECIAL?''

"I cannot fathom what the dance means," she said honestly.

"How does one carve bone?" she asked.

[Shelzais Sek]

"He is looking at it right now, my Lord," he responded meekly.

"Hm. Dayana, dear, you don't mind, do you?" Shelzais glanced at her conversation partner and gestured across the room, inviting the masked woman to come along with her if she chose. "One shouldn't keep a Dark Councillor waiting... too long, anyway."

She made her way in the direction of her own artwork. It was probably one of the less busy corners, unless Vowrawn himself was attracting a crowd.

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[Alister Dravvad]

Art... Alister has browsed the various piece on display but hadn;t really spent too much time on any. No he was here to mingle and drink a few glasses of wine. Hopefully not a few too many. That would be a dangerous gamble after all. No one wanted to get drunk when the emperor might be present.

[Xal Kimlya]

Xal walked around the gala, glancing at various works as he passed. GR8-1 followed, pleased that the arkanian wasn't hiding in a corner again.

[Dapper Dog]

“I am pretty sure this is a giant symbol of manhood and I must have it. It isn’t even subtle which is what I like, just want to blow it up and put on the side of a tower and have everyone just gape in awe at the majesty. I want it, give it to me, who did this? It is utter trash and I must have it,” he said giddy with joy.

[Jaheem Abasi]

"Mm," a few nods were given in agreement, "betrayal is one of those things I will not accept from those who serve me. Killing only the conspirators will just make them into martyrs too," Shaisha shrugged. The decision was made in court so there wasn't much to do about it now. This time it seemed the court had been much more diverse than it was during the matter of the outer regions.

"Not really. My master has always encouraged critical thinking, and forming our own thoughts and ideas - as a master, I'd dare say that he might be one of the better teachers and leaders on the council, along with the likes of Darth Marr. They both cultivate loyal and strong followers. Personally, I don't think my master's opinion on the subject is without merit - just as the previous discussion in court all had risky options, this discussion had options with merits to each of them."

Speaking of politics seemed to be a comfortable subject for her, as well as the fluid thinking nescessary for working with a group of people.

Jaheem followed along nodding where a agreed and tightening his lips slightly when he did not "I see little value in the weakness of amnesty. They have proven traitorous now and any advantage to letting them live will be offset by the high potiential they will rebel again and in greater numbers." He drank and then waved a hand dismissively "Though I have little mind for courts and politics as you have no doubt seen, I typically just yell and glare at people to get what I want. It can sometimes be effective but usually doesn't won one many allies."

He looks uncertain for a moment before speaking again but his voice was softer so it would not carry as far "the......the last time we spoke you asked me a question. One better not repeated here. But I...I would like to discuss this question and line of thinking with you at some point. In private?"

[Mahr]

"I cannot fathom what the dance means," she said honestly.

"How does one carve bone?" she asked.

''DANCE IS WHAT TRUE DANCE ALWAYS IS: A FEAT OF STRENGTH, AGILITY, ENDURANCE AND CREATIVITY. GREAT TO LET EMOTIONS OUT WITHOUT RESTRAINT BEFORE FIGHT."

He scratched his chin

''MAHR NOT EXPERT CARVER BUT MAHR KNOWS BONE IS TRICKY. LIMITED SIZE AND SPACE AS WELL AS CAPRICIOUS MATERIAL MEANS CARVER NEED GREAT DELICACY AND PATIENCE BUT MAHR THINKS IT WORTH IT...BONES CARRIES THE SPIRITS OF THE SLAIN BEAST AND GRANT POWER TO THE CRAFT. MOST BONES MAHR SEEN ARE BAS-RELIEF.''

[Darth Tayana]

"Bone craft, we need that here on Ziost, some of these Sith could use a reminder of what true power is," she said dismissively.

[Shelzais Sek]

“I am pretty sure this is a giant symbol of manhood and I must have it. It isn’t even subtle which is what I like, just want to blow it up and put on the side of a tower and have everyone just gape in awe at the majesty. I want it, give it to me, who did this? It is utter trash and I must have it,” he said giddy with joy.

Shelzais laughed merrily as she approached the senior Sith. "My lord, you truly are a connoisseur."

[Dapper Dog]

“You are a delight, an absolute delight,” he said offering the cultured kiss to both cheeks and then added, “I am pained that this isn’t gracing one of my walls. Desolated. I want it, subject everyone to it and rub their eyes in it… bathe in its glory.”

“You must tell me, now.”

[Shelzais Sek]

"My lord... if I told you it was me, would you keep my secret?" Shel batted her eyelashes. "I can't have everyone beating down my door for artworks, you know," she added with a giggle. "I'm not a professional. Obviously."

[Dapper Dog]

"You didn't? You did! Oh my, well my blessed little wonder, your hips are a secret I will take to my grave," he responded gazing at the work.

[Shelzais Sek]

"Why, thank you ever so much, my dear Lord Vowrawn. You're too kind." Shel smiled. Thank goodness someone in this place could enjoy a nice bit of camp. "As a token of my gratitude for your, er... discretion... if you really like this piece, it is yours, my lord. Art is best owned by someone who appreciates it." Whether it was appreciated as a thing of beauty, or an implement for torturing annoying guests... well, either would do. Shel respected both.

[Dapper Dog]

His grin is wide and generous, “I have such plans for this devious work. Such honey dripping plans…”

“Now who are you… tell me everything, no, no, save it, you must join me… both of you tonight. I have a room here I am sure,” he gestured for a servant.

“Reserve a suite for me and my friends, and make sure to have my tools on hand.”

He focused back on Shelzais and said, “Tell me what inspired this magnificent terror of manhood. It demands to be seen… it demands so much of my eyes.”

OOC: Shelzais gains 5 Influence.

[Raela Ausar]

Raela finally arrived, still looking rather singed from her earlier encounter, but put back together with burned clothing changed out for more elegant attire and jewelry suited for the event. Nothing in her face would suggest at what had happened earlier in the evening as she gave the fellow attendees a pleasant smile.

[Jun-Tsu Farro]

Raela finally arrived, still looking rather singed from her earlier encounter, but put back together with burned clothing changed out for more elegant attire and jewelry suited for the event. Nothing in her face would suggest at what had happened earlier in the evening as she gave the fellow attendees a pleasant smile.

It did not take long for the Sith witch to make her way, ever so circutiously over to the defiant aspirant. She approached with a respectful cursty, holding it as she spoke, "Mein lady, iv zhiz v'one iz not intruding. Might I hawe juzt a vew vords vith you?"

[Raela Ausar]

It did not take long for the Sith witch to make her way, ever so circutiously over to the defiant aspirant. She approached with a respectful cursty, holding it as she spoke, "Mein lady, iv zhiz v'one iz not intruding. Might I hawe juzt a vew vords vith you?"

Raela turned and dipped her head. "Of course. My apologies for not visiting earlier this afternoon. I found myself... unexpectedly occupied."

[Shelzais Sek]

"Why, I haven't introduced myself, have I?" Shel chuckled, a purring sort of laugh. "Sek. Shelzais Sek. And this is Lady Dayana Valthren," she added (assuming Dayana came along for the chat).

"Bred and born here on Ziost, though I'd not returned in some time until recently. Art is so difficult to explain in mere words, but I can say this piece is partly inspired by that return, this place. Ziost is a very... different planet from the peripheral worlds."

It might not be a terrific piece of art, but it certainly had been cathartic to render the cities of the Empire's heart-world crowned by a giant, domineering throne-slash-toilet. She'd enjoyed making it, possibly too much.

[Mahr]

"Bone craft, we need that here on Ziost, some of these Sith could use a reminder of what true power is," she said dismissively.

''STRENGTH ONLY COMES FROM ONE'S OWN HANDS. THE SPIRITS GRANT THEIRS IN SUBMISSION TO A BETTER PREDATOR"

[Ilar'Shala]

It did not take long for the Sith witch to make her way, ever so circutiously over to the defiant aspirant. She approached with a respectful cursty, holding it as she spoke, "Mein lady, iv zhiz v'one iz not intruding. Might I hawe juzt a vew vords vith you?"

When someone approached Raela, Ilar stepped out of the shadowy corner he'd been hiding in and took a protective stance behind his Master. To call him paranoid after this afternoons events would be a gross understatement.