Post by Apillis on Feb 10, 2015 18:05:05 GMT -5
Though it is continually referred to as the "unofficial" capital of the Sith Empire, that pretense seems to have for the most part dissolved from the collective vocabulary when speaking of the place amongst the imperial citizenry. It was really only fitting that when a grand imperialist ball was being held by the nobility, the immense gala event would be held at Muunilist, where much of their wealth was also held. But it held a diplomatic purpose as invitations were extended to those of the higher echelons of the Empire's allies, typically those of high office and/or great influence within their governing bodies or among their people.
It was only natural that invitations were also extended to the Sith Order, essentially the very rulers of the Sith Empire. Otherwise it would look quite poorly and may be received the wrong way by the Sith Lords, besides a Sith Lord can be a quite potent socio-political ally in any number of contexts and situations. Two representatives of the Sith were sent, and both were quite different from the other and their own respective methodologies. One more leaning toward subtlety and the other leaning more toward confrontation.
The event itself was held within grand theater converted to serve as a ball to house its many guests of the social and political elite. With the guest list that the event boasted no expense was spared, near any comfort and lavish decadent want and need was catered to one way or another. The grounds themselves of the building was possessed of marble flooring and pillars with accented gold and white gold with the only intent of showing off wealth and posh prestige. High fashions of the Empire and displayed fine dining catering were the norm of the night. Dancing, drinking, A-list music--it was all there to fulfill elitist whims.
As mentioned two representatives of the Sith Order were sent, in fact, they were both of the Sith Order's Inner Sanctum, "Darths" for the layman, though one of them did not use the title, or at least not personally. The ever lovely Arkanian Darth Novus was one, who possessed a keen and cunning understanding for social nuances. The other being Hervor, more the warrior and general than she was for one to indulge social graces, however her reasoning for going was that she understood the uses of them.
Normally Hervor would be seen in old, tattered and worn out garments, scuffed and gritty from use or having seen much combat in one form or another. But tonight was ever the rarity, likely something one had not seen in at least over two centuries, Hervor looking prim and proper--pressed and dressed. Perhaps not surprising the woman who refuses the label for Dark Lady for Dark Lord was dressed a combination of men's and women's clothing. She wore dark grey tight, form-fitting leggings which tucked into men's knee-high imperial officer's boots, and then a white corset with small black lace frills lining the top with back lace straps that draped a bit of off her lean, tone shoulders. But also draped over her shoulders was a black silk mantle with a red ruby brooch with an onyx stone crest of a Laitra bloodline at its center. Hanging off of her hips she wore a simple though nice black leather belt--though it was heavy and wide more apropos for men's wear, and hanging off of it was her lightsaber--ever the reminder of what she was, lest anyone thoughtlessly ignore the dark side's mark upon her visage.
She attended the event at Darth Novus' side, as they stepped into their lavish surroundings, Hervor unconsciously ran her fingers through her combed back short length asymmetrical styled scarlet hued hair. It was clear to her she was out of her element, though the expression on her face she refused to let it throw her off too much. But it did make her realize she has spent an enormous amount of time within the archives or being on the battlefield.
With a side glance at Novus beside her, she gave her a quick look up and down, "You're looking nice tonight...", she said off-handedly, it was the best compliment she could manage at the current time. She had yet to really get to know Novus very well, though perhaps tonight may change that at least a little.
It was only natural that invitations were also extended to the Sith Order, essentially the very rulers of the Sith Empire. Otherwise it would look quite poorly and may be received the wrong way by the Sith Lords, besides a Sith Lord can be a quite potent socio-political ally in any number of contexts and situations. Two representatives of the Sith were sent, and both were quite different from the other and their own respective methodologies. One more leaning toward subtlety and the other leaning more toward confrontation.
The event itself was held within grand theater converted to serve as a ball to house its many guests of the social and political elite. With the guest list that the event boasted no expense was spared, near any comfort and lavish decadent want and need was catered to one way or another. The grounds themselves of the building was possessed of marble flooring and pillars with accented gold and white gold with the only intent of showing off wealth and posh prestige. High fashions of the Empire and displayed fine dining catering were the norm of the night. Dancing, drinking, A-list music--it was all there to fulfill elitist whims.
As mentioned two representatives of the Sith Order were sent, in fact, they were both of the Sith Order's Inner Sanctum, "Darths" for the layman, though one of them did not use the title, or at least not personally. The ever lovely Arkanian Darth Novus was one, who possessed a keen and cunning understanding for social nuances. The other being Hervor, more the warrior and general than she was for one to indulge social graces, however her reasoning for going was that she understood the uses of them.
Normally Hervor would be seen in old, tattered and worn out garments, scuffed and gritty from use or having seen much combat in one form or another. But tonight was ever the rarity, likely something one had not seen in at least over two centuries, Hervor looking prim and proper--pressed and dressed. Perhaps not surprising the woman who refuses the label for Dark Lady for Dark Lord was dressed a combination of men's and women's clothing. She wore dark grey tight, form-fitting leggings which tucked into men's knee-high imperial officer's boots, and then a white corset with small black lace frills lining the top with back lace straps that draped a bit of off her lean, tone shoulders. But also draped over her shoulders was a black silk mantle with a red ruby brooch with an onyx stone crest of a Laitra bloodline at its center. Hanging off of her hips she wore a simple though nice black leather belt--though it was heavy and wide more apropos for men's wear, and hanging off of it was her lightsaber--ever the reminder of what she was, lest anyone thoughtlessly ignore the dark side's mark upon her visage.
She attended the event at Darth Novus' side, as they stepped into their lavish surroundings, Hervor unconsciously ran her fingers through her combed back short length asymmetrical styled scarlet hued hair. It was clear to her she was out of her element, though the expression on her face she refused to let it throw her off too much. But it did make her realize she has spent an enormous amount of time within the archives or being on the battlefield.
With a side glance at Novus beside her, she gave her a quick look up and down, "You're looking nice tonight...", she said off-handedly, it was the best compliment she could manage at the current time. She had yet to really get to know Novus very well, though perhaps tonight may change that at least a little.
