Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196 
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Jun 14, 2016 18:59:51 GMT -8
"Ahh, a woman who knows her food. I do get my dairy from the du Longuar farms. You have excellent taste." Morrigan propped her elbow on the table and dropped her chin into her upturned palm, watching the two of them as they told the story of how they met. Huh. It really was something out of a fairy story from this realm. The lord, while out seeking bandits, happens across a beautiful maid alone in the open fields of flowers and their eyes meet, their hearts speak to each other..! Reading such tales from the mortal plane as she grew up was what had made her so interested in this realm, and was what had drawn her to come here when she fled Tir na nOg. And that had turned out to be the best decision of her life, as it led her to meet Zaræn, who got a fond look after the pair finished relating their tale.
"That certainly is something right out of a story. Seems like perhaps you two were destined to meet. Fate can be tricky that way. Ah, here we are." She straightened as the waiter returned with the table's drinks and set them down, along with the platter that held their appetizer. He then stood ready to take their entree orders, poised with quill and parchment pad in hand. Morrigan ordered her usual, the risotto vert, and then sipped at her drink, before plucking up a slice of baguette and smearing it with the creamy butter. She took a bite and sighed. The butter was so thick, rich and creamy that it should, as Eleniel had suggested, be illegal.
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234 
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Jun 15, 2016 7:06:06 GMT -8
Zaræn stroked his chin as the two related the story. It certainly had the makings of a bardic tale. Though the bartender can't help, but add with a teasing laugh.
"I was right! A love story in the making. The only way it could have been better would be if the bandits attacked shortly after the meeting. Giving Nicolas the chance to woo you with his prowess. Still there is always time for that, nest-ce pas?"
Zaræn swirls his drink before throwing it back and ordering another, along with the beef bourguignon. He ponders the best way to help things along next. He does have a deck of cards in his pocket... That brings about the memory of the last time he played. Perhaps they wouldn't play for the same stakes, but something in the same court?
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Jun 15, 2016 10:00:47 GMT -8
Len blushed slightly and looked up at Nicolas with an expression of adoration when he called her beautiful. She knew her kind were naturally attractive, but she'd always felt awkward and bumbling.. for him to really think she was that lovely actually made her feel lovely, and it was a wonderful experience. Looking up as the waiter arrived, she reached out to take the drink with her free hand, the other still clasping that of Nicolas, and brought it to her lips for a sip. She looked surprised, and made a quiet, appreciative sound.
"Goodness. This is one of the liqueurs you created, Zaræn? It's delicious!" She sipped at the glass of rich red liquid again, then reluctantly released Nicolas' hand so that she could sample the baguette tray. A small slice of baguette was smeared with butter and a small drizzle of the Merlot wine vinegar, and then she took a bite. There was another sound of approval. She really did love food. It was a good thing her people apparently had an extremely high metabolism, or she'd be fat by now. She nearly choked on her food as she heard Zaræn speak, and gave him a look across the table like, 'What are you even saying?!', and nudged him with her foot to indicate he should not say such things.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jun 15, 2016 12:42:57 GMT -8
"Or she could have impressed me with her prowess eh? Elven Rangers aren't exactly known for being slouches in combat. And if she's half as good with her weapons as she is at baking I wouldn't have even had to draw my sword."
He took the glass of wine from the waitress with a smile and a "thank you" before taking a sip. It was good. Quite good in fact. He buttered a slice of baguette and took a bite. Absolutely delicious.
"Eleniel you were certainly right about this butter. And Morrigan this wine is fantastic, but I noticed you didn't have a sparkling wine on the menu. If you are looking for one, let me know. A vineyard in my fief produces the best one I have ever had, and they have had an excellent few years."
He saw the look Eleniel gave Zaraen and felt her leg move under the table, which prompted him to give her an inquisitive look when he thought no one else was looking.
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Jun 15, 2016 13:02:53 GMT -8
Morrigan didn't bother to silence her laughter when she saw the look Len gave Zaræn, or when she felt the Elf's foot brush past her skirts to nudge her lover's leg. Oh, this shy little thing was far too adorable. Rather than comment on it, however, she simply gave Zaræn's leg an encouraging pat - she approved of his antics, they were far too entertaining, and she genuinely believed it would help out the couple. Instead, she focused on responding to Nicolas, and absently gestured for the waiter to come back in a few moments. It seemed the other pair was having a hard time deciding on what to choose for their entree.
"That sounds fantastic, actually. I'd love to sample it and then, if I like it, we'll work out some sort of deal." She sipped at her drink and glanced toward the menu sitting near the pair. "If you're having a hard time deciding, might I suggest the poulet breton or the bouillabaise? The seafood was fresh caught today and the herb wine sauce is exquisite."
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Jun 15, 2016 14:00:12 GMT -8
Zaræn gives Len a teasing grin before bursting into laughter. He isn't put out by her little kick, it was all in good fun. Also the goal was to get Len to have even more fun. The grin turns to one of satisfaction at Len's praise and he nods. He catches Morrigan's hand when she pats his thigh. He raises her hand to his lips and kisses the knuckles.
"Indeed I provide the liqueurs for my amour's establishment. That is actually how we met. We then became lovers through some unconventional negotiation tactics."
The look he gave her as he spoke was one of surprisingly open affection. Despite the joke in his tone and words, he couldn't stop the genuine love from showing in his eyes. She had him as surely as he had her and he didn't mind letting people know it as he might have once.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Jun 15, 2016 14:08:59 GMT -8
"I'm a much better baker than I am a ranger. Besides, I've been out of practice for so long, I'd probably be useless with my weapons, now." Blushing as she confessed this, Len silently admitted to herself that that might not be completely true. But hopefully she would never have to find out. She looked at Morrigan when she made her suggestion, and remembered the waiter was standing there waiting for their orders.
"Oh! Um. Yes. I'll have the poulet breton, thank you." She slid the menu closer to Nicolas so that he could choose his entree and sipped at her drink again. Well, 'sip' was perhaps an understatement. It was so delicious that she went to drink more and realized that the glass was almost entirely empty, with only dregs remaining with cubes of ice. She blinked down into the glass, then laughed at herself.
"Well you've certainly outdone yourself. It's so delicious, I seem to have finished my drink already. Hmmm... I think I'll have another." She handed off the glass to the waiter with a bright smile. She felt pleasantly warm from the alcohol, but she wasn't drunk yet - or even tipsy. Another glass or two would have her there, though.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jun 15, 2016 16:11:50 GMT -8
He took the menu and gazed at it, reaching his decision with moments. Nothing better to go with a glass of red wine than a helping of beef.
"Yes, I think I will have the Boeuf Bourguignon, it should pair nicely with this wine."
He handed the menu back to the waiter with a warm smile on his face. So far this dinner was going well, Eleniel's friends seemed very pleasant, and he might actually get some business for one of Arcoux's vineyards, a market he had been trying to break into for months. And, most importantly, Eleniel seemed to be having a good time, so all in all it was already a successful evening. He sipped slowly at his wine as these thoughts ran through his head, then remembered to respond to what Morrigan said.
"A taste can definitely be arranged Morrigan, just let me know when you would like it to happen. The vineyard's owners love having tastings, and people tend to love the tastings so it all works out."
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Jun 15, 2016 20:49:18 GMT -8
The waiter took their orders and the menus and then left. He was back moments later with a second drink for Eleniel, which was placed before her with a bow. Then he departed to give their requests to the kitchen staff. Morrigan watched all this with obvious pride in her employees and her establishment. Although that pride was slightly derailed in favor of giving Zaræn a look that was both heated and loving when he kissed her knuckles, rich pink and vibrant violet swirling rapidly through her hair.
"The best business deal I ever made." This was spoken softly, and she turned her hand to caress his cheek, before letting it drop back to her lap as she sipped at her own drink. She cast a glance toward Eleniel and Nicolas to see how things were going over there. They looked rather cozy, which was good, and she smiled in response to his suggestion.
"Absolutely. I'll be in touch soon, I assure you. I'll have to consult my calendar... Hmm, maybe Miss Windsong would like to join, as well? You look like the type to enjoy a good wine-tasting, Eleniel. Perhaps we could make an event of it." A meaningful glance was shot toward Zaræn at that idea. Another double-date.. except she had a plan for the next one, were it to occur. That being she and Zaræn could find a reason to excuse themselves early and leave the two lovebirds alone in a romantic setting. She didn't know when she'd decided to take up matchmaking, but she liked it.
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Jun 16, 2016 11:45:49 GMT -8
"Wine tasting?"
Zaræn mused to aloud. He seemed to be giving the idea serious consideration. The reality was he was simply thinking along the same lines as Morrigan. He had once thought the were two peas in a pod, he and his Amour. As it transpored he had been right, though not in the way he had thought at the time.
"That sounds like he could be fun considering the company. Though I've never been fond of wine, it upsets my stomach slightly."
The lie was said smoothly and naturally. His Amour had a plan and his was the same. So Zaræn laid the ground work for a an early exit here and now. He had often played match maker at his bar, he was an old hand.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Jun 16, 2016 12:30:45 GMT -8
Len started and stared in amazement as color wove through Morrigan's hair, her mouth full of the last bite of her slice of baguette. Zaræn had told her about that bit of magic the woman possessed, but she hadn't expected to actually see it. It was so.. dazzling. She had a hard time dragging her gaze away from her hair and looking at her friend, but she finally did as she chewed and swallowed her bite of food, and then smiled. The suggestion of another date - another double-date, at that - and wine tasting agreed with Len, and after sipping at her drink, she replied.
"That sounds lovely. I'd be happy to be involved, if it's alright with Nicolas." She looked up at him, mostly inquisitive with an underlying hopefulness. She didn't think he'd flat-out refuse a chance to see her again, but she also didn't want to pressure him, and this was made clear as the hand not holding his reached over and laid on his bicep, her voice softening slightly. "If you'd rather keep this to just yourself and Morrigan, I won't be offended. I know how important it is to forge business relationships, and I won't be upset if you think I'd just get in the way. I don't know much about wine, after all, and I'd probably not be helpful in the slightest."
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jun 16, 2016 14:20:22 GMT -8
"Of course I don't think you would get in the way! How could you? You run your own business after all, so its not like business deals are new to you. Plus, I wouldn't mind showing you around some of my vineyards, we missed them on your brief tour, and they are quite beautiful this time of year."
There was also that other consideration, namely, if this were to continue, he would need to also see how she handled herself in a more formal, deal-making type situation. After all, if they were gonna be in this relationship for the long haul, she would end up being a representative of Arcoux as well, her authority in the fief second only to his. He takes a further sip of wine, the glass half gone now, as he contemplates these thoughts.
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Jun 16, 2016 14:27:54 GMT -8
Morrigan shot a decidedly amused look at Zaræn, her lips tilting into a smirk that was quickly hidden inside her glass. Oh, he was sneaky. She knew there was a reason why she loved him.
"Of course, darling, your poor stomach. We wouldn't want to make you ill."Setting down her now-empty glass (which the waiter promptly retrieved and took to be refilled), she reached out and got another slice of baguette, dipping it in the olive oil and eating it carefully as her gaze turned to the pair across the table. They were too cute - Eleniel worried about getting in his way and him not wanting to see her again, Nicolas thinking about how he could maximize his time with her. These two had it bad. The waiter returned with her drink just in time for her to pick it up and sip at it before she spoke.
"Well then, since we're all in agreement, I think that settles it. Perhaps we should aim for the weekend after next? I believe that would give all of us time to clear our schedules and meet at your vineyards." Morrigan mentally patted herself on the back for a job well done. This date had barely begun and already they were plotting a second. Now she just needed to get them slightly liquored up and get them up onto the second floor to dance. Her eyes sparkled mischievously. She knew exactly what song she was going to sing, too. Speaking of liquor, she gestured to the waiter, who smoothly approached and refilled Nicolas' glass.
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Jun 16, 2016 15:42:19 GMT -8
Zaræn sipped at his own recently refreshed drink. He watched with an amused smirk as colors wove through his amour's hair, when she figured out his game. Her hair was one of the many things he adored about her. He would have thought seeinge such visible reactions to his actions would get tiresome. Instead it was fun and it let him know just how genuine her affection was. He can't help but twin a hand into her hair and bring her in for a kiss. He has to restrain himself from making the kiss inappropriate. Don't want to scare the young lovers off, just give them ideas.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Jun 16, 2016 16:22:22 GMT -8
The response Nicolas gave made Eleniel positively light up with happiness, and she briefly caressed his arm before retracting her hand.
"Well, I can't argue with that. I'd be delighted to tour your vineyards and have a wine tasting. It sounds wonderful." She happened to glance back toward the couple across the table as Zaræn pulled his woman into a kiss. She blushed and looked away, but found herself looking at Nicolas. Specifically, her gaze dropped to his lips for just a few heartbeats. What would it be like to kiss him, she wondered? Had he ever kissed a woman before? Would his kiss be firm and passionate? Or would it be soft and sweet? She felt the heat filling her face even more as she forced her attention away from those thoughts and instead sampled the baguette again, dipping the bread into the Merlot vinegar before nibbling on it in between sips of her drink.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jun 16, 2016 17:38:28 GMT -8
His cheeks turned slightly red as he realized where Eleniel's eyes were focused momentarily, and by extension, where her thoughts were. The closest he had come to anything approaching a relationship was several boyhood crushes, a few of which resulted in kissing, but that had been years ago. Lordship didn't exactly lend itself well to the kind of free time that came with attempting to pursue such things. It had taken long years of work to get to the point where he could even consider taking the time to pursue his current courtship of Eleniel.
"Weekend after next is perfect. After all, this is beneficial to Arcoux, so its a lot easier for me to justify the time." If Zaraen and Morrigan were gonna continue to kiss all the time, they really couldn't expect the conversation to ground to a halt could they?
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Jun 16, 2016 22:52:29 GMT -8
Morrigan seemed amused, and the corresponding peach color wove through her hair, when Zaræn drew her into a kiss. She let it linger for a few moments, then drew back with a soft laugh, giving Eleniel and Nicolas an apologetic look.
"I'm sorry, he has a hard time keeping his hands and lips to himself sometimes. Incorrigible man." Zaræn was given a fondly exasperated look, though given her head was half-turned toward him, she winked to show she didn't really mean that. Well, okay, so it was true, but she wasn't actually sorry. Still, she could feel how their kisses were making the other two.. not uncomfortable, but perhaps antsy? No doubt they felt a little left out, but surely they didn't want their first kiss in front of the lovers. She could understand that. So she tried to jump-start the conversation.
"So tell me, Nicolas, aside from vineyards, what else does your fief produce?" She sipped at her drink and looked at him with open interest that was only partially feigned.
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Jun 17, 2016 8:43:32 GMT -8
The kiss broke and Zaræn flashed a completely insincere apologetic smile to their compatriots. At Morrigan's words he folds a hand over his heart, even as he returns the wink.
"Incorigable? Amour you wound me with your truth. Still I can hardly be blamed. If one has a work of art they should enjoy it. N'est-ce pas, Nicolas?"
He gives the other man a wicked smile and then leans back in his seat. He sipped again at his favored liqueur, the one he had dubbed 'love?' Hard to believe it had once been a question.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Jun 17, 2016 11:19:49 GMT -8
"Weekend after next sounds good to me. It will be nice to have a weekend off." The words were said on a quiet laugh, and Len finished another bite of the appetizer. It was almost gone, which was probably a good thing, with how rich that butter was. And she was looking forward to her chicken. Sipping at her drink, she giggled at what Morrigan and Zaræn both said. She was feeling pleasantly fuzzy around the edges now. Her alcohol tolerance wasn't the highest, and she didn't want to get drunk, so she decided that one more glass with dinner would be enough for her. She glanced curiously at Nicolas when Morrigan asked her question, then shot Zaræn an embarrassed look when he made that comment. Was he referring to actual art, or to.. her? Nicolas would never kiss her that way, not in public. ..Would he? She shook those thoughts aside and looked back at Nicolas, waiting to hear his response to the question. She'd seen some of his lands, but she was still curious about his home and what came from there.
"I remember we passed through some farms on the way to your estate. They were quite charming."
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jun 17, 2016 11:57:10 GMT -8
He beamed at her as she said that. He took great pride in his fief, and such compliments always felt good to hear. He did his best to pass them onto the citizens responsible too. His gaze remained locked on Eleniel as he responded to Zaraen's question.
"I would agree entirely with you Zaraen. However, I think my favorite art has always been that which required time to fully appreciate. You like it when you first look at it, but then...over time as you spend more and more time with her...er...it, you appreciate it more and more with every passing second, perhaps even coming to love that particular piece of artwork over time."
He took a further sip of his wine when he was finished, his gaze finally leaving Eleniel as he contemplated his wine glass.
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