Ulfang von Haren
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Roleplay posts: 181 
Age: 82
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Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 9, 2016 20:46:37 GMT -8
Ulfang smiles at the pleasant tune that washes through the room as Azure plays, and calls over to her, "For one who cannot perceive sound as music, you are a lovely musician. Indeed, I cannot wait to hear you play when you can truly appreciate the sound of your own music!"
While he listens, he soaks in the bath, running his fingers through his hair to clear it of debris, and massaging the oils into his skin. After about half an hour, he stands up again, grabbing a nearby towel and wiping himself off. He smells lovely, and his flesh is completely clear of grime and dust and mud, an unusual feeling for one so fond of travelling as himself.
"I don't believe I've felt this clean since the day I was born. Did you do anything special to that water?" asks Ulfang as he gets dressed, giving her a grateful smile.
"A woman of many talents, apparently...I must wonder, though, will you lose these abilities when you are resurrected? It would still be worth the process, but I imagine you have gotten rather used to your mastery over the element of water."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2016 21:29:29 GMT -8
His comment might have made her smile, had her lips not been otherwise occupied. She continued to play until she heard him start to stir from the bath, whereupon she lowered the item and let it disappear, back to wherever it had come from. Azure was now starting to wonder where, exactly, the flute - and her bow, quiver, and arrows - were stored when they were not in her presence. Did they not truly exist? Were they somehow kept within the Jewel, as she had been? It was all very strange. As Ulfang spoke, she opened her eyes and gazed at him. "I removed all impurities. Debris, harmful pollutants, and the like."
Now that.. was a question Azure hadn't yet thought of. The possibility of losing her powers when she was resurrected... She wound up looking down at her hands. Again. They always seemed to end up being the focus of her gaze whenever she was considering important things. "..I.." What would she do if she lost her powers when she became mortal again? And, more importantly, was the prospect enough to make her reconsider her decision? Her hands curled into fists, and there was a determined expression on her delicate features when she replied. "I do not care if I no longer have my powers when I am revived. I wish to live. I would gladly be no more than a mortal woman, if it meant that I could experience even a fraction of what everyone else takes for granted."
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 9, 2016 23:39:15 GMT -8
"Ah. Excellent. That solves that dilemma, then. Still, it will be interesting to see whether or not the powers you possess are inherent to your soul, or the jewel, or if they are somehow a biproduct of the binding process," responds Ulfang, moving over and sitting beside her on the bed, patting her on the shoulder with a reassuring smile.
"I am certain you will not regret your decision as soon as you play your flute and can truly enjoy it with your own ears, instead of simply catering to the desires of others. Ah, I cannot wait to teach you how to be selfish. That'll be the best part."
He stands and heads toward the door, donning his signature fur coat and beckoning for Azure to follow.
"Come," he says, "we have a show to catch at the Theatre. Though, I must admit I have no idea if anyone is even playing there. If not, we can go to the garden, or perhaps the art gallery, although I am not certain you would enjoy it. Speaking of which, can you actually 'see' in the way other beings see? I was once forced into a non-corporeal state -- long story, that -- and I could feel things around me in such vivid detail as to paint a wholly accurate mental picture, but I did not have eyes to 'see', so to speak. It was like...gaining a fifth sense and losing one of my four."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2016 23:54:18 GMT -8
Ulfang's reassuring smile was enough to bring a small smile to Azure's lips, although as the expression was still new to her, it faded quickly. As he stood, she did so as well, and at his gesture, followed him to the door. At his question, she had to think of the best way to describe to him how her non-body worked. "My corporeal form is essentially that of a human body, save I lack any of the necessary internal organs for respiration, consumption of food, or reproduction. Or, of course, a heart, and the corresponding blood. It is not comprised of the same things as a human body, but is made entirely of magic and water. Which is why I can become non-corporeal at will. I do see, and hear, and my magical brain processes sights and sounds properly, but everything.. is perceived as though there is a barrier between myself, and the world. Smell is not considered necessary, apparently, so that and tactile perception are not things I possess."
No wonder she wanted to be alive again.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 10, 2016 0:08:06 GMT -8
"Mm, interesting. I am not entirely sure I understand the bit about perceiving things as if there is a barrier between yourself and the world, but we can discuss that later," responds Ulfang, unlocking the door and stepping out, his new charge in tow. He's mostly silent as they descend the stairs and leave the hotel, though he speaks back up again once they're outside.
"Ah, a lovely day," he says, grinning up at the clear blue skies. He holds his arm out to Azure.
"Shall we go, my dear? We wouldn't want to be late for...whatever it is we'll be seeing. Let's begin your first ever vacation. Ah, how exhilarating."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2016 0:32:06 GMT -8
Azure had done more talking in the past day than she previously had in practically her whole existence as a spirit. She wasn't exactly eager to explain what she meant by a barrier. What she was eager to do, however, was explore alongside Ulfang. As they stepped outside, she peered about curiously, wondering what, exactly, was so lovely about the day? And what, precisely, constituted 'lovely'? Apparently that was something that many people differed on, opinion-wise.
Looking up at him when he offered his arm, she gave him a smile in return, and curled her little hand around the extended appendage. "Of course. I am very excited." ..And she sure showed it, what with all that bouncing and grinning. She had a lot to learn about displaying emotion.. once she could feel it properly, that was.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 10, 2016 7:54:57 GMT -8
Ulfang gives a bemused grin and says, with a slight hint of sarcasm to his bassy tones, "Indeed, you seem so very elated, Azure."
He smiles down at her as she wraps her miniscule hand about his arm. Such a strange contrast, huge and heavily built and tiny and willowy. Though, the size of his charge hardly matters; he's seen her spellcasting, and it's much more powerful than her unassuming girlish appearance would suggest.
"I have a feeling this is going to be a wonderful day," muses Ulfang, leading Azure off. And indeed, it was an excellent day. The two were apparently fated to see a Varan opera, with a dramaticised retelling of Aesgir's rise, a story which Ulfang knows well. He cringes at every glaring inaccuracy the opera portrays, but he is still well entertained.
Next, he brings her to a restaurant named, roughly translated, "The Heavenly Banquet". While he eats a brunch-like meal of crepes, pan-fried eel, a side of fried eggs, and Dragée for dessert. He has a glass of Medanese Gold as his drink. It's a rather odd amalgam of foods, and the server looks at him oddly with every order. While he eats, he explains the taste and texture to Azure, clearly enjoying enlightening her very much.
Around late afternoon, the pair visit the garden, sitting on a bench about half way through their visit and simply watching the hummingbirds partake in the sweet nectar of the flowers, the bumblebees lazily drifting from one to another, the sparrows and pigeons hopping and waddling about, singing and cooing their lovely songs.
Next, Ulfang purposefully gets them lost upon the streets, in order to explore the winding pathways and ancient architecture of the city, refusing assistance in finding his way despite Azure's urging that she can use her abilities to get them back on track.
Finally, they arrive back at the hotel at about an hour before dusk, after a long day of exploring the city and its wonders.
"Ah, a lovely city if ever I've seen one," remarks Ulfang with a bright grin down at Azure, "did you enjoy our excursion today?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2016 12:36:01 GMT -8
It had been a very interesting day for Azure. The opera had puzzled her, at first. While she appreciated the music and singing, she had been puzzled by the concept itself: Why were the people on the stage pretending to be other people? Were they trying to deceive someone? Then she had come to realize that they were telling a story. A very intriguing story, at that. Azure had watched with rapt fascination as the tale was spun out to its conclusion, leaving her feeling oddly elated and wondering, what had happened next? She resolved to see if she could find any more stories about this Aesgir place at a later date, and find out what had become of it.
While the trip to the restaurant had been almost entirely for Ulfang's benefit, Azure had listened to his description of every flavor and texture with a sort of mildly envious inquisitiveness, wishing she, too, could sample the food and drink. Even extending her senses to brush her magical awareness against small bites of food and a few droplets of drink had done nothing but confuse and frustrate her: She could discern the composition of the substances, but no flavor or anything else could she detect.
Being in the garden had pleased her greatly, however. With an almost childlike wonder, she had approached as many flowers as she possibly could, embracing them with her tiny, elegant hands and lowering her face close to their vividly-colored petals. She had been striving almost desperately to sense anything; the silken softness of the petals, the pleasant scent they emanated, even the tickle of leaves and the prick of thorns. But, sadly, there had been nothing except the pressure of weight against her palms and fingers. Dismayed, but hopeful of the future, when they had located the bench, she managed to coax a sparrow into perching briefly on her hand, whistling back at the little bird as it sang to her. It had put a smile on her face, so that she sat contentedly beside Ulfang on the bench, even going so far as to lean her head on his shoulder for a few minutes as they watched the dance of nature around them.
A melange of feelings had bombarded her throughout the day, and Azure had come to realize that she was not only experiencing those emotions more strongly, but it was easier to determine what they were. Confusion, curiosity, intrigue, wonder, jealousy, disappointment, sadness, contentment, amusement, satisfaction, happiness, affection... It should have been too much to process. Instead, the little water spirit found herself yearning for more. Azure was thoughtfully silent as they returned to the hotel, immersed deep in contemplation, when Ulfang spoke, drawing her gaze up to him with a momentarily puzzled blink, before she smiled. That expression was coming to her much more easily, as well.
"I did. Very much so. I had not realized that the world of mortals had so much to offer. I especially liked the gardens. They made me feel.. happy." She paused, head tilting as one of her ears twitched. "Are there any gardens at your home, Ulfang?" She had never thought to ask about her Master's residence. It was, perhaps, an oversight that should be remedied, seeing as they were likely to be going there soon. No doubt Ulfang would not want to remain in this foreign city indefinitely. And, truthfully, Azure was discovering a distaste for the seemingly endless numbers of people who lived here, many of whom had looked at the two of them with emotions ranging from pity, to disgust, to jealousy, to horror. It had annoyed her.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 10, 2016 12:51:32 GMT -8
"I could tell! The way you were so elated at the sight of something as small as a flower made that fact quite obvious. I enjoyed watching you enjoy yourself, in fact. I feel as if you are coming to life more on your own, even!" says Ulfang with a short chuckle.
"Gardens, you ask? Hrm...all of the gardens in the Dreadhalls died long ago. Perhaps you could help me replenish them! Until recently, the Harenhalls had been completely decimated, but with the help of my undead servants I have restored them to their former glory. Still, the undead are rather terrible at aesthetic pursuits, so no longer do paintings line the corridors, or music waft through the mead halls. Flowers and bushes no longer grow in the gardens, instead taken over by weeds and thistle. I was never one for gardening, either," he continues.
With that, he ponders, before speaking up again. "You know, I just realised, you will be only the second live being to set foot in Harenhall since its reconstruction. As of now, it's only home to a horde of undead guardians. Dull company, really."
It would seem that Ulfang didn't notice all the looks of various forms of disgust. Or, perhaps, he was so used to feeling them that they simply didn't faze him anymore. He beckons for Azure to follow as he enters the hotel once again, leading her up to their room.
"We will be leaving soon. While this city is glorious, I have more than what I came for: a new companion and a myriad of pleasant memories. We must begin preparations for your return to mortality!" he says as he unlocks the door and steps inside, removing his boots and coat immediately before taking a seat on the freshly-made bed.
"Something I think you'll rather enjoy about living is the ability to dream," muses Ulfang.
"It is a wholly unique experience that I am unable to describe."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2016 13:14:04 GMT -8
Azure perked up noticeably at the prospect of making a garden all her own. She had never done so before, but she knew how the process worked, having assisted one of her former Mistresses as she tended her garden of alchemical herbs. "I would very much like to help restore your gardens. I am familiar with the growing process, and with the maintenance required." The acquisition of the seeds necessary for such an endeavor was a mystery to her - her Mistress had all of her seeds delivered, and their source had been an unknown to Azure - but she suspected Ulfang would see to such things himself. He was a very capable man, she was coming to realize.
Following him into the hotel and up to their room, she considered his other words. "Paintings. These are the depictions of people, places, and items that we saw at the theatre, correct? They serve no true purpose, it seems. But they are.. visually pleasing?" She seemed to mull this over, taking the matter very seriously, as Azure did with most things. "So.. they are like music? Music does not do anything practical, but it is still enjoyable. I see. Interesting. Perhaps I should learn how to make these.. paintings. So that your home will be more pleasant." Whether or not she actually had any talent for painting would remain to be seen.
When Ulfang took a seat on the bed, Azure perched at the foot, sitting on her legs with her hands resting loosely-clasped on her thighs. Recognition flashed within her eyes at his words. "Dream... This is to see things when you sleep, yes?" She seemed to recall that being the correct term for such an event. Memory flitted through her gaze as she murmured. "I have dreamed.. I think. While I was in the Jewel. I was dormant for so long, I began to see.. things. Places. Events. Subjects I did not understand. I do not know if it was an effect of being without a Master for so long, or the power of the Jewel weakening, or images filtering into my consciousness from the magic of the Old Gods..."
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 10, 2016 23:06:46 GMT -8
"You are correct that art has no practical utility. Ah, but it serves a very important purpose indeed! It uplifts the spirit like nothing else, my dear. You will see, in time. Without the arts, it would be a very dull world," responds Ulfang, looking over at her.
He seems a bit surprised that she knows what dreams are, and he tilts his head ever so slightly, an inquisitive look upon his features.
"You dream as a spirit, despite being unable to sleep? How odd. What do you dream about?" he asks, curiously.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2016 23:14:53 GMT -8
That question was not an easy one to answer. Azure struggled to find the proper words to describe the things she had seen during her dormancy. In the end, she had to close her eyes and call forth the images that had wormed their way into her consciousness while she 'slept', doing her best to describe them as they passed across her vision. "A great mountain, its peak lost in the clouds, before it crumbles to dust. A vast grassy plain, gleaming in the sunlight, suddenly covered by a dark cloud; the earth trembles, and the plain is devoured in fire and destruction. A shining white city by the sea; the ocean trembles, surges.. a great wave rises and descends upon the city, reducing it to no more than rumble. An endless field of stars and celestial dust, slowly being consumed by a great darkness. A woman all in white, the face within her hood obscured by light, is struck down by a man who is her opposite in every way."
They were not pleasant images, and Azure shuddered as she opened her eyes, turning them to rest upon Ulfang. She had seen those images so many times while she lay restive within the Jewel that they were burned into her memory. "I do not understand what they mean, but I saw those things constantly as I was dormant."
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Ulfang von Haren
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Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 10, 2016 23:26:47 GMT -8
"Those sound like more than mere dreams, and they all share a common theme of darkness overtaking light. Foreboding. Visions, perhaps? That would be rather concerning...in any case, there's nothing we can do about them as yet, so simply notify me if you have another and I will do my best to comfort you," responds Ulfang, his mouth turned up in a light smile despite his rather ominous hypothesis.
He unlaces his boots and swings his legs up onto the bed, hands behind his head as he relaxes and ponders all that's happened of late. His life had suddenly become entirely focused upon this young Elven girl. What was it about her that drew him to her? And, perhaps more importantly, why were the feelings of affection he felt for her so strong despite their being very recently acquainted? Perhaps it was just an odd desire to help one in need. Perhaps more. Who knows.
He stays silent as he ponders these things, the smile having been replaces by a more solemn expression. It's clear to anyone with half a brain that he's gone into deep introspection, something entirely foreign to him.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2016 23:42:37 GMT -8
The request was not an unexpected one, although it hadn't occurred to Azure that those images could be anything more than just that.. images. That she had possibly received some sort of divine message of doom was troubling, but there was no use dwelling on it. She nodded in response to Ulfang's instruction, although she had to wonder how, precisely, he planned on offering this comfort he spoke of? "Naturally. Although I do hope I will not have cause to go back into the Jewel anytime soon."
When he fell silent, Azure remained where she was, watching him in silence. The look on Ulfang's face was not one she was familiar with, and it puzzled her. While she wasn't exactly the most well-versed in facial expressions, either her own or those of others, she could tell when something was different. She argued with herself for a few moments, trying to decide whether or not she should interrupt his thoughts, whatever they were, before finally, curiosity overwhelmed her. "..Ulfang?" Once he acknowledged her, she continued, fingers fidgeting with the edges of a robe that didn't truly exist. "You appear to have a very serious expression.. I hope I did not trouble you with the images I saw while dormant? Or, that I have done something to displease you?"
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Ulfang von Haren
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Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 10, 2016 23:56:18 GMT -8
Azure's voice brings Ulfang out of his thoughts, and he looks down at her, his smile returning as she speaks.
"Oh, no, my dear. Quite the opposite, in fact. I was simply...thinking. Partially about why it is I seem to feel as happy as I do in your company. You have done nothing to displease me -- further, you should not worry about displeasing me, as I am not your master, despite whatever relationships you had with those who possessed the jewel before. I do not wish to stand over you, I wish for you to walk beside me," he responds, his tone gentle despite its usual bassy, rough tones.
Perhaps he is being a bit too candid, but he figures it would be best to simply say how he is feeling, rather than beating around the bush. He finds masking things behind euphemism to be a tedious and largely unnecessary act.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2016 0:07:17 GMT -8
She looked concerned.. until he explained. Then she was clearly surprised, and for several long moments, she wasn't sure what to say. Dropping her gaze to the bed beneath her mostly-bare legs, she searched her emotions for the proper words. "Being around me.. makes you happy?" That was hard to digest. Her mere presence had never given anyone cause for joy before; even the usage of her powers had never truly made any of her Masters happy, as far as she knew. It was difficult to wrap her mind around. Especially seeing as she was fairly certain that being with him made her happy, too.
In the end, the decision to share was an easy one. She raised her head, a small, warm smile appearing slowly on her features. "..It makes me happy to be with you, as well." Had she a heart, it would've flipped at that moment. As it was, she only felt that pleasing combination of pressure-with-warmth again. Idly, she wondered how this happiness they gave to each other would be expressed once she was alive again. Would he kiss her? That thought was discarded as quickly as it came; he had shown no physical interest in her corporeal manifestation, and there was no indication he harbored any sort of attraction to her. Still she had to wonder what their relationship would be like when she could experience the world fully.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 11, 2016 9:55:21 GMT -8
"Indeed it does," responds Ulfang with a smile, "quite so, in fact. And I am glad you feel the same way."
Very glad. More glad than he should be. As her words leave her throat, his heart soars. He could kiss her right there, really. Of course, he doesn't. That would be...unbecoming. And he isn't sure whether it would even have any effect on Azure, so best to save that for when she can feel.
He looks down at the foot of his bed, where Azure sits, and smiles brightly.
"I think that's enough heartfelt talk for one day, don't you? It is not my forte, all of this emotional exploration. A bit draining, really. Did you have anything else you wanted to do, or to talk about, or would you like to retire for the night?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2016 10:05:10 GMT -8
It felt strange, to be so happy. But at the same time, Azure relished the feeling; it was a sign that the power of the Jewel was weakening, which should hopefully make it easier for Ulfang to resurrect her, or so logic suggested. Although, she allowed herself the question.. what would happen if he couldn't revive her, and the Jewel's power waned into nonexistence? Would she live again regardless? Or.. would she, too, cease to be? The thought was an unsettling one, and it dimmed the smile from her face as she nodded at his words. Their mutual confessions of pleasure in each others' company was quite enough soul-baring for one day.
"When do you intend that we should return home? I am most eager to see this Harenhall you speak of." It struck her that she had unconsciously referred to his home as their home. Would he be offended? She hoped not. It would, after all, be her home as well. This prospect restored her formerly nearly-dour mood, returning a bright sparkle to those vivid currently-cerulean hues.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 11, 2016 11:33:04 GMT -8
"We depart for home on the morrow," responds Ulfang, stretching languidly, "I believe my two days here have been enough of a vacation."
And what a vacation it had been. Meeting a unique companion, seeing the sights of a new region of the world, tasting the food. It was all very pleasant. But there is work to be done, and not a ton of time to do it. He notices her sparkling, excited eyes and gives a bemused grin.
"For one who finds it hard to feel emotion, you are certainly excitable," he jests.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2016 11:47:18 GMT -8
The next day. A little thrill of excitement sped through her. She would have.. a home. A true home, not that thrice-damned Jewel she was chained to. And soon (hopefully) even that would be gone. His comment made her smile return, and she shrugged. "I experience emotions more frequently now, and they are becoming easier for me to process. Given this fact and that I was able to Choose my Master for the first time, I believe the Jewel is weakening, for some reason. Perhaps this will make it easier to revive me." Or, he could fail and she would disappear when the Jewel's magic faded. It was obvious that possibility had occurred to her, but she also clearly wasn't going to bring it up.
Shifting her position, Azure turned around so that she was now facing the door, her back to him. With her legs once again folded in front of her, her hands were placed on her knees; the same posture she had taken the night prior. Except this time, she remained perched on the bed, rather than relocating to the floor. "I will stand guard once more."
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