Zenol Isphel
- Prince Zenol
- Zenol
Aliases for Zenol Isphel
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| 8.17 H | “I am [Prince] Zenol of Nerrhavia’s Fallen, by my royal name and accomplishments, Gold-rank Captain of Nerrhavia’s Champions Abroad. I demand order! Who is in charge here?” |
| 8.17 H | Even [Prince] Zenol bowed to them, although he did not leave the palanquin. The other team-captains looked just as impressed. Then they turned to Ceria and her mouth went dry. |
| 8.17 H | Again, Ceria heard the clap of Prince Zenol’s hands. All the adventurers winced and some swore at him. However, the haughty man—no, Ceria realized with a start, Stitch-man—just pointed one elegant, supple hand of skin made from silk. |
| 8.17 H | Zenol spoke from his elevated position at the questioner. His tone managed to be sneering and lecturing at the same time. |
| 8.17 H | As Soew worked, Ceria saw two thirds of those present scowling at Zenol—aside from two more Stitchfolk, who looked awed by his presence. He was not making a good first-impression. |
| 8.17 H | “Thank you, Captain Zenol. You’ve been most helpful in getting us organized. I can see there are a lot of teams here, and I thank you all for coming. However, we’ll have to get organized quick for the raid. Thus, I’ll ask Soew, Named Adventurers Eldertuin, Elia, and a few of the leaders I know to make initial plans, and then call a larger meeting to brief everyone. So—don’t clap your hands any more. My ears hurt.” |
| 8.17 H | She pointed at Zenol, and the [Prince] raised his eyebrows. Several people laughed, but he nodded. |
| 8.17 H | The secret was to ignore the haughty sniffing and see if he was being actually helpful, or just in the mood to be a prat. If reasoned speech didn’t get [Prince] Zenol to be helpful, Ceria’s next instinct was to drop-kick him out of the palanquin. She turned to the few adventurers left. Friends and Named-rank adventurers—and the [Strategist]. Ceria smiled. |
| 8.17 H | [Prince] Zenol was more forthcoming about his objections. He was one of the thirty who’d been selected for a second, more official war-council. Those present were all able to contribute something, whether by friendship like Halrac or Jelaqua, magical knowledge like the [Mages], Zenol’s combined rank or status… |
| 8.17 H | [Prince] Zenol was more forthcoming about his objections. He was one of the thirty who’d been selected for a second, more official war-council. Those present were all able to contribute something, whether by friendship like Halrac or Jelaqua, magical knowledge like the [Mages], Zenol’s combined rank or status… |
| 8.17 H | Yvlon spoke up. All four Horns were there, even Ksmvr. Most of the Izrilians regarded him with deep distrust or nervousness; Zenol looked fascinated, as did Soew and the non-Izrilians. Which fascinated Ceria; they knew the stories, but Antinium were still just a different species to them. |
| 8.17 H | Prince Zenol inquired mildly. The others were looking shaken. Ceria looked at Yvlon. The [Armsmistress] was ready— |
| 8.17 H | Ceria bowed slightly to him. He nodded back. Prince Zenol smiled too. |
| 8.17 H | The two were chatting when Yvlon saw someone coming their way. She almost missed him because he wasn’t reclining on the golden palanquin, but Prince Zenol still looked eerily beautiful. |
| 8.17 H | She was not about to bow to the foreign [Prince], but Zenol’s effect on Revi was dramatic. She instantly turned and bowed, deeply. |
| 8.17 H | “Your Highness, Prince Zenol! We’re honored by your presence, sire.” |
| 8.17 H | “Prince Zenol. I don’t know where Ksmvr is, but if you would like, we can find him together.” |
| 8.17 H | Yvlon was a [Lady], but she refused to dance on his protocol. Nor did Zenol insist, but Revi clearly knew more from Chandrar than Yvlon. |
| 8.17 H | “Of course, Prince Zenol!” |
| 8.17 H | Revi hurried forwards. Yvlon eyed Zenol. The Stitch-man shrugged in reply to the unsaid question. |
| 8.17 H | “I see. What brought you from Nerrhavia’s Fallen all the way here, Prince Zenol?” |
| 8.17 H | “I don’t doubt that, Prince Zenol. I’m just taken aback by your customs. Forgive me if I indicated otherwise.” |
| 8.17 H | She gestured. Zenol nodded, raising his eyebrows. |
| 8.17 H | Did she? Revi looked agog, like she was meeting a huge celebrity, but Yvlon wondered if she had said more than she should. Well—good for [Necromancers]. She walked with Prince Zenol until they met Ksmvr in the animal-pile. |
| 8.17 H | Prince Zenol was haughty, but like the others, he seemed like a real adventurer the more they talked. If he showed no wounds, well—when Ksmvr inquired, the [Prince] instantly turned. |