Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Jun 22, 2016 10:47:48 GMT -8
He bowed to the Fae Queen and offered her another toothy grin. The word "feast" even got the attention of his pack, and they perked up at the thought of a huge feast.
He and his pack followed the attendants to the resting and bathing place, where they did just that. Many of the wolves, Cairex included, leaped right into the spring, the others, content to clean themselves with vigorous licking, bathed and then rested, and within a half hour all of the wolves were clean and fast asleep.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
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Post by King Averin Arach on Jun 22, 2016 13:44:49 GMT -8
It was early in the morning of the seventh day since he left that Averin returned. He could have been within the city the previous night, but had decided to stop and make camp. He had cleaned himself and his armor. He strode through the gates of Scáth’leann proud and straight backed. An Dli in one hand, the fae artifact in the other. He stops and waits within the plaza just past the gate. Various deniziens of the city doubtless come to stare, but he pays them no heed. He had triumphed, against all odds he had triumphed.
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Ailionóra uí Muineacháin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86
Age: Ancient.
Physical Description: As with all of the Fae, Ailionóra is tall and lithe, at a respectable 5'11", and although she is thousands of years old, she appears to be in her mid-twenties. She has long hair that falls to her hips, which is a mix of shades of auburn with golden highlights, and bright green eyes. She has a delicately-formed bone structure resulting in limbs and fingers that are just slightly longer in proportion than a human, and features that are wildly beautiful in an almost harsh and feral kind of way, along with the pointed ears possessed by all her kind. Her skin is lightly tanned from several lifetimes spent out in the Wyld, and heavily adorned with a great number of intricate tattoos in varying shades of green ink that she proudly displays.
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Clothes and Equipment: While safely at home within the Wyld, Ailionóra typically wears very little, allowing her to be closer to the nature within the Wyld. Her usual attire typically consists of a vest in any number of colors that bares her shoulders, back, and midriff, paired with a knee-length loincloth, and accessorized with gauntlets, upper arm bands, and various beaded necklaces and belts. She can occasionally be seen carrying a long spear, most often while out in the Wyld engaged in the Hunt. When outside the Wyld, she dresses a bit more conservatively, but still tends to wear dresses that display her shoulders and the tattoos on the skin there. When attending to important matters of Fae governance, either within the Wyld or when dealing with the Council of Alban, she often carries an staff composed of intricately twined pieces of wood, adorned with ever-blooming flowers and a few magic-focusing crystals of green and gold.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 10:51:15 GMT -8
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Post by Ailionóra uí Muineacháin on Jun 22, 2016 15:41:34 GMT -8
Ailionóra had sensed it the moment he neared the gates, and as he entered the plaza, she appeared from among the gathered ranks of the Fae. Clad in formal robes of iridescent green that bared most of her tattooed body, her hair was piled up in braids with feathers and leaves strewn throughout, her green eyes filled with the light of triumph. The Council stood behind her, looking on in disbelief; they hadn't believed Averin would succeed, but Ailionóra's expression said she'd had faith all along. Which she had. There had been no doubt in her mind that Averin would return triumphant.
"Averin Arach. You return with the Croí na Wyld. You have fulfilled your part of the bargain.. and now I shall fulfill mine." She held out her hand, gesturing for him to hand over the rod. Truth was, the item was what she needed to imbue his sword with the powers of the Fae.. so he'd done both of them a service in retrieving it.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
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Post by King Averin Arach on Jun 22, 2016 16:05:25 GMT -8
Averin eyes the gathered Fae council. Most of them looked surprised, though Ailionóra just looked pleased. He wondered if she was just really good at faking, or if she actually had faith in him. He supposed he would never know for sure. He places the artifact into her hands. Once she takes it he draws An Dli. He rests the blade on the palms of both hands, offering it to her. It was time to finish this.
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Ailionóra uí Muineacháin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86
Age: Ancient.
Physical Description: As with all of the Fae, Ailionóra is tall and lithe, at a respectable 5'11", and although she is thousands of years old, she appears to be in her mid-twenties. She has long hair that falls to her hips, which is a mix of shades of auburn with golden highlights, and bright green eyes. She has a delicately-formed bone structure resulting in limbs and fingers that are just slightly longer in proportion than a human, and features that are wildly beautiful in an almost harsh and feral kind of way, along with the pointed ears possessed by all her kind. Her skin is lightly tanned from several lifetimes spent out in the Wyld, and heavily adorned with a great number of intricate tattoos in varying shades of green ink that she proudly displays.
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Clothes and Equipment: While safely at home within the Wyld, Ailionóra typically wears very little, allowing her to be closer to the nature within the Wyld. Her usual attire typically consists of a vest in any number of colors that bares her shoulders, back, and midriff, paired with a knee-length loincloth, and accessorized with gauntlets, upper arm bands, and various beaded necklaces and belts. She can occasionally be seen carrying a long spear, most often while out in the Wyld engaged in the Hunt. When outside the Wyld, she dresses a bit more conservatively, but still tends to wear dresses that display her shoulders and the tattoos on the skin there. When attending to important matters of Fae governance, either within the Wyld or when dealing with the Council of Alban, she often carries an staff composed of intricately twined pieces of wood, adorned with ever-blooming flowers and a few magic-focusing crystals of green and gold.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 10:51:15 GMT -8
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Post by Ailionóra uí Muineacháin on Jun 22, 2016 18:07:41 GMT -8
The Council closed their eyes and focused on channeling their druidic power into Ailionóra, who in turn joined it to her own and began to pour it into the artifact. It began to glow with a brilliant green light, and seemed to writhe almost as though it were alive, and seemed to hum aloud with the voice of the Wyld. Pressing the crystal to the blade of An Dli, a pulse of magic rippled outward from the contact, and the whole of the Wyld seemed to freeze. Then the glow disappeared and she lowered the rod, before inclining her head respectfully to Averin while the Council bowed deeply.
"It is done. In the eyes of the Fae, you are now the King of Alban, Averin Arach. We will stand by you.. and we will cease our hostilities against the Wildlings and the Dwarves." There was a sharp smile on her face, filled with pointy teeth.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
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Post by King Averin Arach on Jun 23, 2016 8:49:00 GMT -8
The ripples of druidic power formed rune upon the black blade. An Dlí was finally whole once again. Power radiated off of the sword in great waves, the magic the sword already possessed now amplified by its connection to The Wyld. This was a sword that could hold a kingdom and it felt like it.
Averin could feel power roaring through his veins. It felt like he was on fire, like he should be screaming in agony, but instead it felt good. How had his father fallen with such a weapon? How had had anyone doubted An Dlí's power? He sheathed the blade and the roaring bonfire within him went out like a candle. The scabbard was made to hold An Dlí and it muted it's power considerably.
"Thank you Ailionóra, and thank you people of The Wyld."
He addresses first their leader then the crowd. Nodding his respect to her and raising a fist in triumph to the rest.
"Today marks the beginning of a new age for Alban! I look forward to coming to know your people better in the coming years. Now though I must leave with all due haste. Three races have sworn to me already, now all that is left is my own. I thank you for your faith in me and for sheltering my people while I earned that faith."
With that he turns to his men and starts issuing orders. They were to walk out of The Wyld as soon as possible. He intended his arrival in Avelius to leave no doubt as to his identity.
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Ailionóra uí Muineacháin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86
Age: Ancient.
Physical Description: As with all of the Fae, Ailionóra is tall and lithe, at a respectable 5'11", and although she is thousands of years old, she appears to be in her mid-twenties. She has long hair that falls to her hips, which is a mix of shades of auburn with golden highlights, and bright green eyes. She has a delicately-formed bone structure resulting in limbs and fingers that are just slightly longer in proportion than a human, and features that are wildly beautiful in an almost harsh and feral kind of way, along with the pointed ears possessed by all her kind. Her skin is lightly tanned from several lifetimes spent out in the Wyld, and heavily adorned with a great number of intricate tattoos in varying shades of green ink that she proudly displays.
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Clothes and Equipment: While safely at home within the Wyld, Ailionóra typically wears very little, allowing her to be closer to the nature within the Wyld. Her usual attire typically consists of a vest in any number of colors that bares her shoulders, back, and midriff, paired with a knee-length loincloth, and accessorized with gauntlets, upper arm bands, and various beaded necklaces and belts. She can occasionally be seen carrying a long spear, most often while out in the Wyld engaged in the Hunt. When outside the Wyld, she dresses a bit more conservatively, but still tends to wear dresses that display her shoulders and the tattoos on the skin there. When attending to important matters of Fae governance, either within the Wyld or when dealing with the Council of Alban, she often carries an staff composed of intricately twined pieces of wood, adorned with ever-blooming flowers and a few magic-focusing crystals of green and gold.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 10:51:15 GMT -8
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Post by Ailionóra uí Muineacháin on Jun 23, 2016 20:28:31 GMT -8
"You will not be entering your human city by yourself, Averin Arach. I will join you." This was said as the Fae leader's mount trotted over, and she pulled herself onto the black tiger's back. Several Fae also mounted up, wearing armor, clearly intended to be an honor guard, while one of her attendants handed the druid her spear. She turned to those hovering nearby and spoke in a tone of authority.
"Send messengers to Madadh Allaidh and the Warlord. Tell them that the King has returned and that they should come to the city." The messengers sprinted off into the Wyld, and she turned back to face Averin, nodding firmly. It was only proper that they present a united front to his human council as he made his triumphant entrance to Avelius.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2016 17:56:58 GMT -8
The Dwarves with leader, the Trader Krupp would go follow the Fae Hunters to wherever they were led, curiously looking about at this alien land.
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Ailionóra uí Muineacháin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86
Age: Ancient.
Physical Description: As with all of the Fae, Ailionóra is tall and lithe, at a respectable 5'11", and although she is thousands of years old, she appears to be in her mid-twenties. She has long hair that falls to her hips, which is a mix of shades of auburn with golden highlights, and bright green eyes. She has a delicately-formed bone structure resulting in limbs and fingers that are just slightly longer in proportion than a human, and features that are wildly beautiful in an almost harsh and feral kind of way, along with the pointed ears possessed by all her kind. Her skin is lightly tanned from several lifetimes spent out in the Wyld, and heavily adorned with a great number of intricate tattoos in varying shades of green ink that she proudly displays.
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Clothes and Equipment: While safely at home within the Wyld, Ailionóra typically wears very little, allowing her to be closer to the nature within the Wyld. Her usual attire typically consists of a vest in any number of colors that bares her shoulders, back, and midriff, paired with a knee-length loincloth, and accessorized with gauntlets, upper arm bands, and various beaded necklaces and belts. She can occasionally be seen carrying a long spear, most often while out in the Wyld engaged in the Hunt. When outside the Wyld, she dresses a bit more conservatively, but still tends to wear dresses that display her shoulders and the tattoos on the skin there. When attending to important matters of Fae governance, either within the Wyld or when dealing with the Council of Alban, she often carries an staff composed of intricately twined pieces of wood, adorned with ever-blooming flowers and a few magic-focusing crystals of green and gold.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
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Post by Ailionóra uí Muineacháin on Jul 27, 2016 9:55:57 GMT -8
Their Fae guides and guards left them after entering the gates, returning to the Wyld outside the city and to their duties there. Many Fae milled about these lowest levels, which were clearly shops, given the apparent bartering going on. Many of the Fae glanced their way curiously, many more with a great deal of mistrust evident. Eventually though some of them grew bold and abandoned their places, venturing down to speak to the Dwarves.
"It has been many years since Dwarves entered the city so confidently. What brings you here?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2016 18:24:09 GMT -8
The Trader did not know whether or not to take off his headwear, although the "city" was outside, it seemed very enclosed, almost like the interior of a building, the trees around him looming over him like giants. He decided to keep his hat on and tip it. His colleagues politely stood looking about, trying not to do anything to displease the locals.
"I think that foreigners out there won't do much trade for what I have to sell, and thus I won't be able to buy much. So I come to you, looking for a commodity that is unique to you, and to possibly get some of you to represent your kin in trading missions, I'm an official trader, sanctioned, see. In return? I will give whatever I can but that which will make acquiring your goods useless once I do. I fear not unfair prices, so long as I can still sell these things."
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Ailionóra uí Muineacháin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86
Age: Ancient.
Physical Description: As with all of the Fae, Ailionóra is tall and lithe, at a respectable 5'11", and although she is thousands of years old, she appears to be in her mid-twenties. She has long hair that falls to her hips, which is a mix of shades of auburn with golden highlights, and bright green eyes. She has a delicately-formed bone structure resulting in limbs and fingers that are just slightly longer in proportion than a human, and features that are wildly beautiful in an almost harsh and feral kind of way, along with the pointed ears possessed by all her kind. Her skin is lightly tanned from several lifetimes spent out in the Wyld, and heavily adorned with a great number of intricate tattoos in varying shades of green ink that she proudly displays.
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Clothes and Equipment: While safely at home within the Wyld, Ailionóra typically wears very little, allowing her to be closer to the nature within the Wyld. Her usual attire typically consists of a vest in any number of colors that bares her shoulders, back, and midriff, paired with a knee-length loincloth, and accessorized with gauntlets, upper arm bands, and various beaded necklaces and belts. She can occasionally be seen carrying a long spear, most often while out in the Wyld engaged in the Hunt. When outside the Wyld, she dresses a bit more conservatively, but still tends to wear dresses that display her shoulders and the tattoos on the skin there. When attending to important matters of Fae governance, either within the Wyld or when dealing with the Council of Alban, she often carries an staff composed of intricately twined pieces of wood, adorned with ever-blooming flowers and a few magic-focusing crystals of green and gold.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 10:51:15 GMT -8
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Post by Ailionóra uí Muineacháin on Jul 27, 2016 19:28:10 GMT -8
The Fae began to speak excitedly among themselves at this proclamation from the Dwarf, and they withdrew to converse in earnest. This went on for several long minutes, before finally a few intrepid souls moved forward, two women and a man. One of the women spoke for the other two, confident and proud.
"We can make unique items of wood.. mostly musical instruments, weaponry, tableware, jewelry, things like that. We will give you some of our wares to sell in the outside world, and Mairghritte here will go out into the world at large with you to see that our interests are being served." She gestured to the other woman, who stepped forward, a fierce-looking female with blonde hair and bright hazel eyes. Then the brunette female who'd been speaking continued.
"Give us one day to assemble a number of items. You will be given food and shelter until then. In the morning, you will be escorted back to the edge of the Wyld." That was apparently all she had to say on the matter, as she and the male turned away, departing to their shops. Mairghritte remained, indicating that Matvey and his compatriots should follow her as she moved toward a nearby structure on the ground. Leading them inside revealed that it was some sort of guest quarters for those not of the Wyld, with furniture and fixtures all at Dwarf-appropriate heights. A throwback to when the races had lived in (relative) harmony and worked together, most likely.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2016 17:30:23 GMT -8
The Dwarf was slightly upset that they did not have some sort of unique spice, or some sort of special animal pelt. Still, he could always stick an "ethnically" unique" label on anything to quadruple the price. It seemed that they did not want anything in direct return for the goods now, merely to get some of the riches that the Dwarf would obtain from the foreigners. This was fine by him, although he was somewhat afraid he misunderstood. As the Dwarf and his companions followed the woman to their lodgings, the Trader turned to her and pulled out a piece of paper. "Anyone travelling with us has got to sign this, it means in essence that we pay you, feed you, care for you if you are sick, we try to recover your corpse if you croak, but that it is not our fault should that happen, alright?"
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Ailionóra uí Muineacháin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86
Age: Ancient.
Physical Description: As with all of the Fae, Ailionóra is tall and lithe, at a respectable 5'11", and although she is thousands of years old, she appears to be in her mid-twenties. She has long hair that falls to her hips, which is a mix of shades of auburn with golden highlights, and bright green eyes. She has a delicately-formed bone structure resulting in limbs and fingers that are just slightly longer in proportion than a human, and features that are wildly beautiful in an almost harsh and feral kind of way, along with the pointed ears possessed by all her kind. Her skin is lightly tanned from several lifetimes spent out in the Wyld, and heavily adorned with a great number of intricate tattoos in varying shades of green ink that she proudly displays.
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Clothes and Equipment: While safely at home within the Wyld, Ailionóra typically wears very little, allowing her to be closer to the nature within the Wyld. Her usual attire typically consists of a vest in any number of colors that bares her shoulders, back, and midriff, paired with a knee-length loincloth, and accessorized with gauntlets, upper arm bands, and various beaded necklaces and belts. She can occasionally be seen carrying a long spear, most often while out in the Wyld engaged in the Hunt. When outside the Wyld, she dresses a bit more conservatively, but still tends to wear dresses that display her shoulders and the tattoos on the skin there. When attending to important matters of Fae governance, either within the Wyld or when dealing with the Council of Alban, she often carries an staff composed of intricately twined pieces of wood, adorned with ever-blooming flowers and a few magic-focusing crystals of green and gold.
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Post by Ailionóra uí Muineacháin on Jul 29, 2016 20:59:37 GMT -8
"Fair enough."
The female signed her name with a flourish, then left the building. A few other Fae came in shortly after, providing them with food and water. One of those Fae lingered and fixed Matvey with a curious look.
"Is there anything you require?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2016 8:22:23 GMT -8
Looking to his comrades who were casually speaking to each other, and back at the Fae, the Dwarf asked a question after thanking them. "No, we are fine, thank you very much, but tell me, will Mairghritte be the first of your kin to leave the Island?"
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Ailionóra uí Muineacháin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86
Age: Ancient.
Physical Description: As with all of the Fae, Ailionóra is tall and lithe, at a respectable 5'11", and although she is thousands of years old, she appears to be in her mid-twenties. She has long hair that falls to her hips, which is a mix of shades of auburn with golden highlights, and bright green eyes. She has a delicately-formed bone structure resulting in limbs and fingers that are just slightly longer in proportion than a human, and features that are wildly beautiful in an almost harsh and feral kind of way, along with the pointed ears possessed by all her kind. Her skin is lightly tanned from several lifetimes spent out in the Wyld, and heavily adorned with a great number of intricate tattoos in varying shades of green ink that she proudly displays.
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Clothes and Equipment: While safely at home within the Wyld, Ailionóra typically wears very little, allowing her to be closer to the nature within the Wyld. Her usual attire typically consists of a vest in any number of colors that bares her shoulders, back, and midriff, paired with a knee-length loincloth, and accessorized with gauntlets, upper arm bands, and various beaded necklaces and belts. She can occasionally be seen carrying a long spear, most often while out in the Wyld engaged in the Hunt. When outside the Wyld, she dresses a bit more conservatively, but still tends to wear dresses that display her shoulders and the tattoos on the skin there. When attending to important matters of Fae governance, either within the Wyld or when dealing with the Council of Alban, she often carries an staff composed of intricately twined pieces of wood, adorned with ever-blooming flowers and a few magic-focusing crystals of green and gold.
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Post by Ailionóra uí Muineacháin on Jul 30, 2016 11:33:14 GMT -8
The Fae nodded, looking quite serious.
"Being away from the Wyld is difficult for our kind. There is a great deal of worry as to how she will be affected while she is so far away from it. Chances are that being so distant from the Wyld may kill her. If it appears that she will die, we ask that you either bring her back as swiftly as you can.. or do the merciful thing and put her out of her misery."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2016 12:41:45 GMT -8
The Dwarf took off his hat, this was serious business. Combing through his hair with his fingers he though silently. They were asking him to kill one of them should she be in too much pain? How could they know if he had judged what was going on correctly? Besides, entrusting someone's life or death like that to anyone else was... abhorrent to him. "I'll bring her back, but I will not kill her. Not only am I not allowed to do that after our lovely little treaty was signed, I also find it wrong. The greatest suffering one can have is to know that they let someone die, or killed someone when they could have let them live. I will not bring that upon myself, or upon others. A thought struck the Dwarf. What if the Fae lived so long because they lived in this place? Perhaps it was a sheer matter of age, that if one lives long in the forest and then leaves it, the years they cheated death come back with their toll.
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Ailionóra uí Muineacháin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86
Age: Ancient.
Physical Description: As with all of the Fae, Ailionóra is tall and lithe, at a respectable 5'11", and although she is thousands of years old, she appears to be in her mid-twenties. She has long hair that falls to her hips, which is a mix of shades of auburn with golden highlights, and bright green eyes. She has a delicately-formed bone structure resulting in limbs and fingers that are just slightly longer in proportion than a human, and features that are wildly beautiful in an almost harsh and feral kind of way, along with the pointed ears possessed by all her kind. Her skin is lightly tanned from several lifetimes spent out in the Wyld, and heavily adorned with a great number of intricate tattoos in varying shades of green ink that she proudly displays.
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Clothes and Equipment: While safely at home within the Wyld, Ailionóra typically wears very little, allowing her to be closer to the nature within the Wyld. Her usual attire typically consists of a vest in any number of colors that bares her shoulders, back, and midriff, paired with a knee-length loincloth, and accessorized with gauntlets, upper arm bands, and various beaded necklaces and belts. She can occasionally be seen carrying a long spear, most often while out in the Wyld engaged in the Hunt. When outside the Wyld, she dresses a bit more conservatively, but still tends to wear dresses that display her shoulders and the tattoos on the skin there. When attending to important matters of Fae governance, either within the Wyld or when dealing with the Council of Alban, she often carries an staff composed of intricately twined pieces of wood, adorned with ever-blooming flowers and a few magic-focusing crystals of green and gold.
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Post by Ailionóra uí Muineacháin on Jul 30, 2016 14:05:34 GMT -8
"Very well. That is your discretion. If there is nothing else, I will leave you to your meal."
The Fae nodded, then departed the room. The Dwarves would be left alone unless it seemed like they needed something, in which case a Fae would appear to see to their requirements. In the morning, a meal was brought for them, and upon leaving the building, they'd find a caravan of wagons being pulled by the large cats that the Fae used for mounts, ready to depart, with Maighritte standing at its head.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2016 18:43:07 GMT -8
The Dwarves rested, rapidly changing from being quiet as a mouse, to roaring laughter and quaffing and back to noiselessness. In the morning they all got up, some stumbling a little from a hangover, helmets and armour a bit crooked. The Trader's fingers were shaking because of the sheer amount of caffeine he had drunk so as to counteract the alcohol, but he was steady more or less. Bowing and giving thanks to their hosts, the Dwarves all walked to the caravan. The Trader's vessel would be just outside the Wyld, so they would not have to walk far. Krupp turned to Mairghritte. "This is all, correct? We shall go to my vessel now, if there's any last minute goodbyes or business you need doing, now's the time. Otherwise, we are going onward to Goraia and Sakand immediately. Before we leave however, how old are you?" The Dwarf asked this so as to see if his theory that age hits the Fae only when they leave their home was right. If she was young and nothing happened, that would be damn good evidence, and he'd certainly bring it up next time he would speak to them.
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Ailionóra uí Muineacháin
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Roleplay posts: 86
Age: Ancient.
Physical Description: As with all of the Fae, Ailionóra is tall and lithe, at a respectable 5'11", and although she is thousands of years old, she appears to be in her mid-twenties. She has long hair that falls to her hips, which is a mix of shades of auburn with golden highlights, and bright green eyes. She has a delicately-formed bone structure resulting in limbs and fingers that are just slightly longer in proportion than a human, and features that are wildly beautiful in an almost harsh and feral kind of way, along with the pointed ears possessed by all her kind. Her skin is lightly tanned from several lifetimes spent out in the Wyld, and heavily adorned with a great number of intricate tattoos in varying shades of green ink that she proudly displays.
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Clothes and Equipment: While safely at home within the Wyld, Ailionóra typically wears very little, allowing her to be closer to the nature within the Wyld. Her usual attire typically consists of a vest in any number of colors that bares her shoulders, back, and midriff, paired with a knee-length loincloth, and accessorized with gauntlets, upper arm bands, and various beaded necklaces and belts. She can occasionally be seen carrying a long spear, most often while out in the Wyld engaged in the Hunt. When outside the Wyld, she dresses a bit more conservatively, but still tends to wear dresses that display her shoulders and the tattoos on the skin there. When attending to important matters of Fae governance, either within the Wyld or when dealing with the Council of Alban, she often carries an staff composed of intricately twined pieces of wood, adorned with ever-blooming flowers and a few magic-focusing crystals of green and gold.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 10:51:15 GMT -8
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Post by Ailionóra uí Muineacháin on Jul 30, 2016 20:51:01 GMT -8
Mairghritte arched a brow and looked extremely puzzled by the question, but she answered nonetheless, albeit sounding very uncertain.
"I am eight mortal centuries in age." That was just past the bloom of youth for the notoriously long-lived Fae, the eldest of which had been little more than a child when the pact was forged between the line of Arach and the races of Alban.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 18:30:35 GMT -8
The Dwarf scratched his nose. He did not know the details of Fae biology but he reckoned that if his theory was true, she would be in for one damnable mess. He considered telling her, but thought that him bringing up that specific though could be seen as rude, and somewhat obnoxious, and as a suspicious interest in the Fae. He decided that he would merely be on the look out for her health. "Very well then, let us get moving. Sakand or bust eh?" (exit)
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