Great Meeting -The Start- (3)

*CREEK~*

The two grand wooden doors were gradually open for revealing a room that had a circular table in the middle, the flooring was a pattern in religious symbols and pictures of stories, angels, and demons! Of battles, of beasts! Multiple spectator seating areas also housed NPC like spectators to give more of dramatic flair, it was a mix of peasant and nobility with their clothing, they would be above the ground level where the circular table was.

Four guards had open the two large wooden doors, wearing medieval-style brigandine armor, with metal studs running along the chest piece to rivet small thin plates of metal to give off protection, most nonhistorical academics may think these were studded leather armor but it wasn't. The fabric also has layers to provide protection and was dyed blue.

Sounds of musical drums, flutes, and simple string instruments ringed throughout the place, with beautiful vocal being singed by NPC choirs like beings on top of spectator seatings, then sat down afterward.

They look like a generic NPC you find any kind of fantasy RPG game, lifeless and still with their face never expressing any form of emotions other than a straight poker face for ones standing guard. Both of them were standing beside the grand doors once they were completely open.

"IT really does like a dramatic entrance huh?"

Allen quietly said to himself as he saw how dramatic and epic the door opening was, honestly it seemed like a bit overkill in this scenario.

-But I'm also a man of dramatic flairs, and I like his style.-

Allen complimented the level of flashiness, and the dazzle from the simplicity of two large wooden doors being open, his blood felt an increasing amount of excitement and the thrill of the unknown physiologic warfare, and second-round against player 1 was something he wanted.

-That guy won that time, but let's see how this meeting will pan out.-

An NPC that was wearing a religious pope like outfit and was standing on a podium high above in the room, the NPC was holding onto a paper scroll in its left hand and a small silver wine cup in the right hand.

"Here commence the first grand meeting between Emperors and Empress!"

The pope NPC spoke loudly, and his clear voice rang throughout the two rooms. Then he began to drink all of the wine that was in the silver wine cup, then after finishing the drink he places it on the podium rim.

"The 7 beings among here are non-existent in the world of Novairus, Their names have yet to reach the ears and hearts of the native people, they are fledglings in this legendary journey, but! Time will only tell what great achievements they will accumulate throughout their conquests! Time will tell what great beasts they could slay? Or tame it as their own! What legendary hero's would they encounter?! And possibly even best them? Watch as their empires rise above all others! Claiming victory over this world is their chosen, and given destiny! But only one out of the seven can truly reign supreme!"

The pope NPC voice was replied back with the cheering of the countless NPC sitting in the spectator area and the musician and choirs blaring out stunning rhythmic music in their ears. The pressure from the cheering and the music made it feel so awkward for the 7 of them.

"Long live the Emperors and Empresses! Long Live the Emperors and Empresses!"

"May your reign be strong, and fruitful!"

"May the gods bless your great conquest!"

All seven of them just stared at each other, knowing that all of them felt the same kind of pressure from the huge crowd of people cheering at them. But soon the cheering was starting to tone down slowly by the pope NPC.

"Hear that, your Majesties?! Have you memorized the feeling of being cheered by countless people?! The pressure that manages to rattle you to your bones! To your very core of a living being!"

The pope NPC then began to unscroll the paper scroll to begin reading out whatever was listed on it.

"Player 1, Eli Ashiden, 1st Emperor of Gordyy vor Empire!"

Loud cheering came from a specific seating array, and music erupted.

"Glory to Emperor Eli Ashiden! Glory to the Gordyy Vor Empire!"

"Other rulers are no match for our emperor! Glory to him!"

"Look at the others! Their shaking from the presence of our mighty Emperor!"

"Kya!~~ He so hot!"

"I think he's my type!"

A blue a banner had dropped down from the spectator area slowly unraveling, revealing a flag symbol of a golden dragon surrounding two pairs of foxes, and different drums and flutes, and vocal tune echo throughout the room.

"Please take your seat, your majesty!"

The pope NPC waved his hand to motion Eli into the designated seating area, with the huge banners flying above his sitting area. Eli let out a sigh, and place his hand behind his head and interlocked his fingers between, while slightly arching his body back a bit.

"Coming."

Eli spoke out with a nice calm voice, acting like he wasn't phased by any of the big performances that were given out toward him, he began to enter the room with his spiritual guide Ivan the terrible was right beside him. He waved to his spectators with a great smile that made the cheering grow even louder.

The chair had blue cotton patted on what seems to be an expensive wooden one. He pulls the chair back and found a comfortable sitting spot with one leg over the other, and his arms casually over the chair armrests.

Once the cheering had quiet down, the NPC pope began to read the second person on the list.

"player 2 Ms. Vlad Kyrielight, 1st Empress of the Great Britannia Empire! please step forth and present yourself!"

A different seating area loudly cheered and praised and loud music sounded off again Ms. Vlad as she steps out from the gathering hall and into the meeting room. And a second banner now a color of red had been dropped down showing a golden symbol of a two broadsword and a kite shield, with the shield having a cross symbol.

"Empress Vlad Kyrielight will best the others!" *repeated chant*

"Empress Vlad Kyrie will be victorious! No man on Novairus can match her!"

"May Empress Vlad Kyrielight shines brightly like her beauty!"

"Please your majesty tell me how do I get a body like that but still look so pretty!"

While in the middle of walking over to her chair, she didn't bother to give a nice smile or care about any formal procedure, but simply waved at her crowd, all embarrassed from praises and cheering, until she heard the last part, she swiftly turned her body to face the audience holding a fist out at them.

"Appreciate the compliments people! but would you please, KNOCK IT OFF WITH THE BEAUTIFUL TALK!?"

Kyrielight shouted at her crowd, seeming a bit piss off with how some of them was calling her beauty, causing a small pinkish blush on her cheeks, Boudicca was standing right behind her with one of her hand covering her mouth to hide the smile on her face.

Kyrielight stomp over to her chair, quickly sat herself down on the chair that was the same design as Eli chair, but the padded cushion was red, like her banner color.

"Player 3, Ms Jae Ikehara, 1st Empress of the Kostbare Heimat Empire!"

Again a new and different crowd cheer from the audience and music was blasted by the musicians and choirs were singed.

-My lord, is everyone going to get their names screamed out at them? Will I also get my name cheered by people? Even if they're an artificial being-

Allen watches the third player strut into the meeting room, full of pride and confidence in her motion, Allen had a tough time determining whatever if they were faking that wave and the small smile on her face, or was it purely legit.

The banners for player 3 soon rolled down from on top of the audience seating bay rim, the banner color was green and there were two cavalry knights with their sword drawn, and cross each other.

Under the two swords was a black eagle covering most of the center of the banner.

"What do you mean that your empress has the better looks! Our empress Jae Ikehara is better!"

"Yeah! she has both the feminine charm and a strong will!"

"Long live our empress!"

"Whoever gets to marry her is probably a great man, But she will still outshine him!"

Jae facade was slowly being broken down from the endless compliments and cheering she was receiving. Her spiritual assistance Natalia poklonskaya pulled out the green cushion chair, and Jae softly sat on the chair, with both hands together resting on her upper thighs.

All of them felt a similar feeling like they were seriously out of place, but showing that in public gives you material to be used against one another.

"Moving onto player 4, Abraham Heartsmith 1st Emperor of Misr Empire!"

*Another set of the intense and loud crowd cheering and musical notes flying around*

"Luck is eternally on our side!"

"All others better watch out for our majesty!"

"Our Emperor is one of a kind man! No one else can compare!"

"He seems kind of cute don't you think? Yeah, he does."

Abraham didn't wave or smile or did anything in general, he kept walking over to his chair that had purple cushions, Shaka Zulu slowly follow right behind him.

Abraham had placed a hand on top of the chair wooden frame and turn his head around to look at his crowd, with a smirk he gave them a two-finger salute and then sat down.

Along with the Audience seating rim a purple banner to roll down revealing his empire flag symbol. It was two Egyptian Crooks standing upright next to an Egyptian triangle temple.

"Player 5! Mook Malkovich! 1st Emperor of the Gallia Empire!"

*Rounds of cheering, praises and applause for him erupted loudly*

"Please have my babies! No house my Child!"

"Marry me! You're too adorable!"

Allen heard the majority responses that were given to mook, as he internally sighs from those kinds of responses.

-So player 5 name is mook huh? And his crowd seems to be more like a bunch of fangirls rather than just general supporters.-

Allen chuckles to himself feeling slightly bad about the crowd he has gotten in his hands.

Mook's eyes were only focused on getting over to the chair and sitting down quickly as possible, his chair cushion color was orange so the banner color of his was orange.

The orange flag banners roll itself down showing the symbol to be a crown above two swords cross against each other but pointed down and was behind a rounded shield.

"Player 6! Brier Nelson 1st Empress of Pax Empire!"

Cheers, applause, praises overwhelm the women before she could even take a single step forward.

"I-i... I can't do this Joan! I can't!"

She hunched forward, with her hands trying her best to cover her face to not let the major blush of red became more visible with each passing second.

"Young miss, please get up. I know that you have the strength within you to walk on out there and represent yourself, you can do this."

Joan of Arc was trying to bring her master confidence back up, she was even giving Brier a hug to increase the comfort levels, and was quietly whispering into her ear. But nothing seems to be working.

With the crowd cheering still going on it was hard for her to even find a second to calm down.

-Oh, brother.-

Allen facepalm at the sight of seeing this poor woman behave right in front of him, he turns to look at Chad, who only just shrugs his shoulders.

Seeing that this was kind of hopeless he walks up to the two women and knee down on one leg, and was going to place a hand on Brier's shoulder.

But her assistance guide eyes stared coldly at him, as Allen got closer with his hands he taps her shoulder to get her attention.

"Hey... Brier right? If you think you can't do this, no one going to blame you for this, We all may look like we are mentally prepare for this but."

Allen then lends out a hand for Brier to grab onto to help her up.

"Deep down we're all in the same boat here, We're all frighten over this ok? And if you did manage to pull through this then, that means you did have the strength within you... Come on I believe in you, you can do this... I'll even back you up during the meeting ok?"

Brier quietly sniffles a little then she stares right at Allen's hand, and then his face, she gave a small nodded and accepted his hand to help her up. Her height was also around 5 ft and 4 inches tall.

"Thank you... I'm sorry about denying your earlier request to talk to me... That was kind of rude of me wasn't it?"

Her soft-spoken feminine voice was the quietest and elegant among the three empresses, She gave off a friendly but shy, and innocent tone.

-She is honestly the easiest target, a dumb sheep that resides with a pack of wolves.-

Allen thought to himself.

"No.. no... you said what you wanted to say, and I cannot judge that-"

Allen's voice was cut off by another intense loud cheering from the audience, he was staring out at the meeting hall and sighed.

"I don't think you should keep people waiting..."

Allen chuckles then waved his hand to let her past him, and go into the meeting room.

"Y-yeah... I guess."

Brier voice was still quiet but manage to get a light giggle from her, she started to walk out from the gathering hall and into the meeting one but turn around to face Allen.

"Can I get your name by the way?"

Allen agreed to her demand and a friendly smile appears on his face, and a thumbs-up was given.

"Allen... Allen Chen, that's my name."

Brier brushes a few strands away from her face and return a smile back and nodded to Allen's response, feeling like she made her first friend here.

"I see, Allen Chen... I'll be heading out now... Thank you."

She elegantly bows forward with both of her hands locked together as the bow was elegant, and she had some good posture with it.

"Anytime."

A prideful grin appeared on his face a little sense of a little bond was starting to form between the two. Who knows maybe even something greater?

*Clip, clack, click*

Brier heels click on the marble flooring with the crowd cheers growing even louder from the appearance of Brier.

"Thank you, your highness... I appreciate the help."

Brier guide Joan of Arc bowed at Allen and then hurried along to catch up with her master.

"All hail Empress Brier Nelson! All hail! All hail!" *some repeated this chant*

"It's our precious soybean Empress, she is someone we need to protect always!"

Brier used all of her might to not hunch back down over again, she couldn't even face her audience with the huge blush on her face. Finally arriving at her yellow cushion chair she sat down quickly and kept her head tilted down to allow her hair to cover most of her face. And her hands were on her knees.

"Seems like someone has staged fright, no wonder why you took forever to get to your seat."

Spoke from Abraham giving out a little tease and a small chuckle.

"Please reframe from talking obscure nonsense, Abraham until all of us are seated at least."

Jae retorted to Abraham's tease and even slammed her fist on the table gently even if it was friendly it was still a tease in her eyes.

"No... It's ok... I'm fine."

Brier replied back to Jae with her usual soft tone of voice. She really did seem too innocent and friendly for something like this.

"I'm here for you if needed."

Jae gave Brier a nice friendly smile for a few seconds before she reverts back to her usual straight face. She wanted to help brier out with this troublesome event, but she still had her side to represent.

Brier nodded to Jae's offer as the banners began to come flying down from her audience seating area, the banner decor was two wheat grain curved around a frontal view of a castle gate and towers.

The NPC pope cleared his throat for the final participant and then adjusted its clothing letting out a cough.

"Finally, player 7! Allen Chen! 1st Emperor of Roma Tempus! Please step forth!"

It was now Allen's turn to finally step into the playing field and to represent his empire of Roma Tempus.

His crowded cheer out his name and applause his approach, but there were some interesting words being spoken from his ability of enhanced hearing.

"The regime of Roma Tempus will forever belong everlasting! Glory to Roma Tempus Empire!"

"long live our majesty!"

*"Is this really our emperor?"*

Allen's darted up at his audience trying to see whoever was trying to disgrace him, and who had a the balls to say something negative on him during this grand event. His eyes widened on finding out who was the person that bad mouth him.

-Is that? Can't be...-

From how far and high up the spectator were he can only guess a basic general look on the body figure, but the person he was looking at oddly looks way to much like the specialized soldier he saw in his shop menu.

-I... better hurry along.-

Not wanting to deal with her cold eyes staring straight down at him, he rushes over to his chair with Chad in tow. The seat fabric cushion was a dark maroon color, and He finally sat down on the chair.

Banners began to fly right behind him, the banners also had the dark maroon background color with his symbols and decor, two spears crossing each other, and a Roman soldier helmet below the two spears.

"Now... that all Emperors and Empress have been seated! We may commence the meeting!" The NPC pope shouted once more rilling up all the audience members and the musician blowing out music again.