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Imperial Visit. ============== -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ______________________Dune III Player Data Sheet: Jenaa______________________ Fullname: Jenaa Alexandra Corrino Faction: Corrino Title: Princess Position: Na-Empress Address: Your Highness Age: 25 Background: Princess Jenaa Alexandra Corrino (b. 10071) is the only daughter of Prince Eduard Corrino and his wife, the late Lady Alexandra. She is also the younger sister of the Emperor, Erich I. Jenaa was born on her father's private estate on Kaitain, and grew up in full view of the public in and around the royal court. She is extremely well-known and recognized on Kaitain and on many other worlds in the Imperium. Jenaa served briefly in the diplomatic corps of Jeon XIV, but left under mysterious circumstances. Distress brought on by a failed courtship with the Viscount Jans Alvstad is often mentioned as a potential root cause for this, though there has never been any official confirmation for this theory. The Princess has fully recovered from a severe wound she received in an incident at the Imperial Hotel in 10093, in which Harkonnen security forces inadvertantly struck her in the neck with a dart while attempting to subdue a fugitive. The Princess now spends her time in and about the palace, offering an Imperial presence at various high society functions. It is not clear whether she will assume more substantial official duties or not. Jenaa is widely known to be quite reserved; a quality that is curious given that almost her entire life has been lived within the public eye. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The pilot nods. Clearance is required for that destination. Send a request with 'msg <message>'. The thopter's wings start beating, propelling it upward into the sky. The pilot nods, "Message sent." The ornithopter hovers over the destination awaiting clearance to land. The ornithopter hovers over the destination awaiting clearance to land. The ornithopter hovers over the destination awaiting clearance to land. The driver turns to the passenger area, "Clearance has been granted." The ornithopter slowly spirals down making a soft landing. Private Orni Pad -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) The Emperor's private ornithopter pad is a broad disk of reinforced, meter-thick metaglass, mounted on corrugated steel pylons. A short flight of stairs gives access to the disk. 'thopters marked with the personal seal of House Corrino come and go. Objects: Ginaz Ornithopter Exits: Wide Passage <SW> leads to Cloisters -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) You pass the Wide Passage. Cloisters -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) An elegant passage, decorated in the simple but rich style of the fourth millennium, forms a square and overlooks a deep, clear azure pool. White granite blocks, fitted so closely not even a knife could be pried between them, line both walls. Passages lead off to various other places outdoors, and a narrow staircase leads down to the sides of the pool. The highlight of this chamber is a fountain, a serene column of moving water held up by suspensor fields, morphing and flowing in response to random impulses. Exits: Wide Passage <W> leads to Private Hunting Grounds -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) Wide Passage <N> leads to Docks -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) Wide Passage <NE> leads to Private Orni Pad -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) Low Archway <S> leads to Hall of Emperors -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) You go through a long passage, finally emerging back into the hall of emperors. Hall of Emperors -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) This expansive hall is a literal museum of nine millennium and two centuries of Corrino Rule of the Known Universe. Some of the pieces date back to the reign of Saudir The Great (12 B.G. - 70 A.G.). An almost life size portrait of SAUDIR, perhaps even an original oil, hangs on the North wall of the great hall, facing the Marble Archway as if carefully surveying the petitioners to the Lion Throne as they await recognition. The High Imperial SASH, worn by Corrin XIV throughout his reign is displayed prominently along the West wall. Among the badges affixed to the SASH are the Grand Order of Corrin, the High Order of the Imperium and the Order of the Seas along with colorful trappings and ribbons. The SWORD of Elrood V is perfectly preserved and on display along the East wall of the chamber. Exits: Vaulted Archway <E> leads to Imperial Selamlik -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) Carved Doors <NE> leads to The Imperial Embassies and High Imperial Offices -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) Low Archway <N> leads to Cloisters -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) Carved Doors <NW> leads to The Saudir I Memorial Grand Library of the Imperium -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) Marble Archway <W> leads to Eastern Wing -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) You head into the Selamlik. Imperial Selamlik -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) The Imperial Selamlik, the throne room of His Majesty the Emperor of the Known Universe, is a massive, elongated hall in the baroque style. The gold leafed walls to the East and West slope gently upwards, forming a gentle set of delicately detailed arches with triangular recesses. Inside one of these, along the East wall, is the black desk of the Emperor's personal secretary. The ceiling, culmination of the arches is a rectangular enclave filled with carvings of the finest detail. A soft golden light drifts downward, filling the chamber with a warm golden-red hue. The floor is of bare, sheer black granite, polished to perfection, absorbing light and throwing only a subtle reflection. Against the oval shaped, far North wall, atop a 5 foot dais sits the imposing Golden Lion Throne, housed under an enclosing cowl, 7 meters tall and 6 meters wide. Two narrow, golden pillars seem to support the cowl from either side of The Lion Throne. Behind the Throne, to the rear of the dais dozens of elegant, golden pillars line the north wall. High Imperial Noukker Honor GUARDS stand at intervals in the chamber, leaving the dais itself a respectful distance. (OOC NOTE: Type '+places/list') Objects: README Golden Lion Throne Exits: Golden Doors <NE> leads to The Leonine Chamber -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) Vaulted Arch <W> leads to Hall of Emperors -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) You pass the Vaulted Arch and leave the Imperial Selamlik. Hall of Emperors -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) This expansive hall is a literal museum of nine millennium and two centuries of Corrino Rule of the Known Universe. Some of the pieces date back to the reign of Saudir The Great (12 B.G. - 70 A.G.). An almost life size portrait of SAUDIR, perhaps even an original oil, hangs on the North wall of the great hall, facing the Marble Archway as if carefully surveying the petitioners to the Lion Throne as they await recognition. The High Imperial SASH, worn by Corrin XIV throughout his reign is displayed prominently along the West wall. Among the badges affixed to the SASH are the Grand Order of Corrin, the High Order of the Imperium and the Order of the Seas along with colorful trappings and ribbons. The SWORD of Elrood V is perfectly preserved and on display along the East wall of the chamber. Exits: Vaulted Archway <E> leads to Imperial Selamlik -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) Carved Doors <NE> leads to The Imperial Embassies and High Imperial Offices -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) Low Archway <N> leads to Cloisters -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) Carved Doors <NW> leads to The Saudir I Memorial Grand Library of the Imperium -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) Marble Archway <W> leads to Eastern Wing -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) You pass through the Marble Archway. Eastern Wing -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) This section of the Palace appears to be older then the others, even possibly an original section of this massive building. Old tapestries and oil paintings line the walls of former royalty and their respective crests while large crystal chandeliers hang from the high ceiling, giving off a soft glow. This hallway is filled with Sardaukar guards, as it is the busiest part of the palace, whilst the Lords and Ladies of Kaitain, and beyond, mingle together in hopes to gain favor with each other and the Imperial Family. Exits: Marble Archway <E> leads to Hall of Emperors -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) French Doors <N> leads to Salon of Wallach I -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) Marble Archway <W> leads to Reception Foyer -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- You enter the Salon. Salon of Wallach I -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) This elegant salon is the sedate picture of tranquillity. It's positioning, on the East wing of the palace, makes it ideal for a morning tea, or an early breakfast meeting, when the sun pours through the picture windows and bathes the hardwood floors in brilliant gold light. The ceiling is adorned with silver trappings and engraving, underlit by, of all things, soft incandescent lighting. Several comfortable lounge chairs and benches adorn the room and would easily suit any social combination under 15 persons. Players: Jenaa Exits: Lapis Lazuli Archway <N> leads to Celestial Hall -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) Carved Doors <E> leads to The Saudir I Memorial Grand Library of the Imperium -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) French Doors <S> leads to Eastern Wing -- Imperial Palace (Kaitain) Jenaa sits alone at a small table aside a tall picture window overlooking the eastern palace gardens. The afternoon sun streams in, lighting the salon in bright warm tones. The princess' attention seems captured by a small, old and battered filmbook. Sisay stumbles inside the Salon walking casually and curiously looking around, admiring the walls and the engravings. A long moment passes untill she notices the presence of Princess Jenaa sitting at the table. Sisay suddenly blushes and with a very shy and maybe scared tone says: "Greetings, Your Highness... I... was... I mean... I didn't mean to... " Jenaa looks up at hearing Sisay's voice. She seems perhaps a bit startled, but not unpleasantly so. She snaps her filmbook shut and offers a slight smile, but a friendly one nonetheless, "Good afternoon . . . Lady . . . Ginaz, right?" Regaining some control of her emotions, looking constantly downwards, Sisay says while curtseying gracefully: "Yes, your Highness. Lady Sisay Ginaz. I was together with a delegation of diplomats and I'm afraid I got side tracked by all this beauty..." she makes a gesture with her hand encompassing the room. "The Palace is ... breathtaking if I may say so, your Highness." Jenaa grins and nods knowingly as she laughs lightly, "It is indeed . . . I often find myself wandering into places and getting lost, too. It's as vast as it is beautiful." She regards you for a moment and asks, "You are the Marquis' niece? Is that correct?" Sisay lifts her head up a bit, her obsidian black eyes sparkling in the light. "Yes, your Highness, I am the Marquis Jacob's nice and I have arrived on Kaitain less than a month ago..." she smiles shyly as she gazes to the book on the table. In a serious tone, Sisay asks: "Did I bother you with my inopportunity, your Highness?" Jenaa smiles warmly and shakes her head, "No, no. Not at all. It's just something I read when time allows. It's not terribly important." She pauses and asks, "So ... tell me, how do you find Kaitain? It can be a challenging place for a young woman. . ." A warm smile crosses Sisay's cute teenager face but fades quickly. She says with a bit of uncertainty in her tone: "Oh, Kaitain is... well... very big. I have met many people... The only thing that, with your permission, I don't like is that things happen here so unbelievably fast..." she sighs as she speaks the last words. Jenaa nods, furrowing her brow very slightly as she listens, "I . . . think I know what you mean. Sometimes things can happen quickly. . ." her voice trails off, leaving unspoken the question of what, in particular, Sisay is referring to. Jenaa Jenaa Corrino is a slight young woman, a bit shorter than average, although she is fit and clearly athletic. Her dark hair is cut short, and provides a stark contrast with her smooth, clear skin. Dominating the refined, youthful features of her face are her eyes; large, expressive and intelligent, they appear black in all but the brightest of light and not even the faintest hint of blue touches the whites of them. In a jarring contrast to her otherwise smooth skin, a deep scar traces a faint curve across the left half of her neck. She wears a conservative charcoal grey dress and jacket. The bodice of the dress is slightly scooped, and mirrors the lines of a delicate and simple platinum necklace that she wears. A simple skirt matches the dark grey of the bodice, and extends to just above her knees. A long sleeved jacket adds a crisp, professional look to the outfit, and its firm lines allow a faint suggestion of the form of her upper body. Picture and more info: http://www.bflonline.com/dune/profiles/jenaa.asp You notice Sisay understanding the unspoken questions as she slowly looks down at the floor again. She says, almost in a whisper: "Decisions, your Highness... decisions are taken on Kaitain so rapidly as if ... as if... I don't know. Maybe I was just not used to this particular life here." She looks up again and says in a much more happy tone: "But my family and friends help, you know." She gives another cute smile more to reassure herself. Jenaa nods slowly, "They can . . . yes, though it is often difficult to know whom to trust." Sisay stands still in the very same spot she discovered the Princess a few moments earlier. She turns her curious gaze around the room as if trying to grasp some of the peaceful atmosphere the Salon holds. She mutters: "Trust... a great asset and a grim enemy at the same time..." Jenaa laughs softly and nods in agreement. She gestures to the seat across from her, "Would you care to join me? Perhaps I could call for some tea if you would like." You take a seat on one of the chaises. Jenaa joins you in the tea circle. Sisay says: "Your Highness is very kind." She smiles again, a warm smile that makes her two little black eyes sparkle. "If it wouldn't be too much of a trouble, I would be honored in having a cup of hot tea." A young servant arrives in a few moments with a tray, and two cups of tea. An ixian poison snooper hovers discreetly above the cups, and registers nothing. Jenaa offers a quick smile, "I've had the good fortune to meet with your uncle on a few occasions. He is a remarkable man." Sisay looks curiously at the snooper as if she'd never seen such a thing in her life. With her smile still on her face she looks at the Princess and nods: "My uncle... Oh yes. He was my Master at the Academy and my mentor. I have learned... a great many things from his wisdom and teachings." <<Sisay thinks: Ups, now she might consider me a weird. Except me and Ulricke no woman ever trained that hard at the Academy. Oh well...>> Jenaa smiles quickly and nods, "He's a frighteningly accomplished swordsman. I've only just been granted the good fortune to be allowed to begin to study under him, myself." Sisay takes a cup of tea in her little hands and sips a couple of times from the hot liquid. She says in sudden surprise: "Oh, you studied with my uncle?" She grins and asks in a low voice: "May I ask in what... field you studied, your Highness?" Jenaa answers simply as she takes a sip from her tea, "Swordplay." Still clutching her cup in her hands Sisay beams delightedly while saying: "Great! I never immagined that Your Highness would be interested in the... Dance of Blades as I like to call it." Sisay takes another sip from the hot cup. Jenaa smiles conspiratorially, "Oh yes . . . I've always been interested. I've trained rather extensively in the past with several Imperial swordmasters, but the opportunity to learn from a Ginaz master was something that I couldn't pass up. (OOC) Jenaa says, "Nope. I saw it. :)" Sisay smiles warmly as she takes a deep sip from her cup. She says in a shy tone of her voice: "I don't know if this is appropriate, but perhaps I could challenge you to a practice session sometimes?" Jenaa nods, "That would be terrific fun -- I'll look into whether or not the head of security would approve something like that. It was difficult enough to convince him to allow the Marquis near me with a blade. . ." Sisay rolls her eyes to the ceiling in a desperate gesture, nearly spiling her tea. She says: "Ohh, your Highness... I don't want to create trouble, of course." She sighs: "I understand questioning my motives, but my uncle? What did your head of security think? After all he was here to train your Highness, not tell bed-time stories." She bursts into sudden laughter. Jenaa smiles -- somewhat oddly -- at your joke and laughs softly, then suddenly becomes a bit pensive and serious, "The head of security is charged with my personal safety and well-being. There are many enemies of House Corrino who might stand to benefit from my death, and allowing anyone to bare a blade near me clearly represents a dangerous situation. It is one of the unfortunate realities here on Kaitain." Sisay's smile and laughter fade quickly as she realizes that her careless joke was a little out of place. She chuckles and says: "Of course, your Highness. I should have immagined that." She looks down, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks, as she plays with the half-full cup of tea in her hands. She continues: "I myself an under severe guarding since the... unrest on Marcinko." Jenaa nods and draws a deep breath, "Yes. I can certainly understand that. . . though it would seem from the reports coming out of Marcinko that the unrest is nearly completely contained. Is this correct?" Sisay nods quickly a few times and says: "Yes, finally." She sighs, looking at the Princess: "Too much innocent blood spilled already." Jenaa nods seriously, "Yes indeed. It is tragic that it has continued for so long. Is the Ginaz victory complete, or are you in negotiations with the MRB?" Sisay shrugs unknowingly and says: "I wish I knew exactly. I'd wish a complete victory but I have the feeling there is more onto this MRB than we might guess..." She chuckles discretely. "But my uncle and our army have the situation under control as far as I know...' Jenaa nods seriously, "What are the MRBs objectives, if I may ask?" Sisay pouts and leans back on her seat fiddling with her cup. "Oh, as you might know, they are a group of... of... bandits! Yes, your Highness... they think we give them no democracy. Fanatics, that's what they are." She pauses for a moment and says in a low voice: "But I think these are not their real intentions..." Jenaa furrows her brow and listens intently as she sips her tea, "And what do you think their real intentions are?" Sisay takes another quick sip from her cup. She gases sheepishly around and mutters: "Our destruction. I think they are payed by someone else, by an offworld faction, maybe even a House Major to create unrest on Marcinko in key moments for the Ginaz House." She sighs sadly: "But it seems I'm the only one who believes that." Jenaa nods slowly, taking another sip and offering a knowing smile, "I know that feeling. . ." Sisay says: "Yes..." in a sad, very sad tone. "I wish I could do something for my uncle... to help him somehow... and not only by marrying." A deep sigh escapes her young throat as she pronounces the last word. Jenaa appraises the young woman for a long moment before leaning back into her chair and speaking. When she does so, her voice is soft -- understanding, "Yours can be a difficult position to be in . . . to be sure." She approaches her next question delicately, "Have you been told whom you are to marry? Or has it not yet been decided?" Sisay looks down at her cup as she speaks: "It ... has been decided." A bitter sound encompasses the word 'decided' and she continues in the same tone: "Na-Duke Mintor Atreides is the one I shall marry." She suddenly looks into your eyes as if to seek support. Jenaa's dark eyes mirror your own, and you see in them a great deal of understanding . . . and compassion, though she does not show it outwardly. She nods slowly, "I see," she says, her voice soft and calm, "It is . . . unfortunate that such decisions are not our own to make. But . . . perhaps it won't be as bad as you imagine?" Sisay shrugs, an innocent shrug. "Perhaps... Don't take me wrong, your Highness, but I grew up a solitary person, and I don't attach quickly to anybody. This is the first time I'm getting a decision pulled down my throat." Jenaa nods, "Yes. I understand. Though it may be wise to simply look at this as a service you can perform for your uncle. As is the case with you, marriages among those of noble blood are often simply political maneuvers. The fact that you are to be married into House Atreides may serve your family quite well -- and for many generations the alliance thus formed could bear fruits. . ." Sisay nods quickly and says: "Yes. This is the only thought that comforts me untill now. The fact that, even if I don't exactly immagined it this way, I contribute to my House and family." she pauses for a moment and then asks: "I immagine that the marriage issue is far more complicated in the Imperial family?" Jenaa shrugs, slightly, "It carries with it enormous political consequences, but whether or not its really more complicated, I can't really say. The issues are similar: I will be married to someone based on my brother's political needs. . ." her voice trails off slightly and she forces a weak smile to her lips. Sisay smiles comfortingly. She says: "We seem to be tokens... Valuables ones, but still..." Jenaa nods and lifts her eyebrows, "You're exactly correct in that. . . " A servant silently comes in and looks at the two women talk. After a respectuous bow, he says: "Lady Ginaz, here you were... I have been instructed to tell you that the Ginaz group is ready for departure. You are being expected at the Ginaz ornithopter." After another bow he turns around and leaves. Jenaa smiles, tight lipped as she rises to her feet, "Well, my Lady. It was a distinct pleasure to have the opportunity to chat with you." Carefully, Lady Sisay puts the tea cup back on the table and rises to make graceful curtsey to the Princess. She says: "Your Highness, it was my honour. If you ever find some time off your duties, be most welcome at our Embassy." She smiles happily and looks to the doorway as if reminding herself that she has to find her way back to the orni. The Forms must be obeyed! Please return to Dune III soon. *********** D I S C O N N E C T E D *********** % Connection to mush closed by foreign host. ---- No world ---- |
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