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 Aug 29, 2016 12:58:36 GMT -8
Averin scowls at Brighitte for a moment. Formless anger roiling in his mind before he banishes it. She didn't deserve his ire. The issue was there was no good target for it. Again the image of what he wanted flashes through his mind. A stiff drink and a warm body. Shaking his head he tries to affect his irreverent grin.
"I want two things and I am sure you know what they are. I doubt you want to provide the later. So if you could lead me out of here, I am going to find the former and drink until I forget what to do with the latter."
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The Keeper
Established
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: A woman of average height and weight, with a slender but curvaceous frame, the woman known only as The Keeper has a lovely face of delicately-formed features, her dark brows gently arched above eyes of a deep, gleaming blue. Her nose is small and turned upward ever so slightly at the tip, giving her a nearly elfin appearance, although she has the normal rounded ears of a human. Her lips are full and soft-looking, formed into a nearly perpetual downward curve that evokes the impression of sorrow. Her skin is pale and unmarred by any imperfections, save for a small tattoo at the nape of her neck, of two crescent moons framing a full moon, all done in an odd silvery ink. This tattoo is usually covered by her hair, which falls just past her shoulders, and is a dark shade of brown that borders on black, threaded lightly with shimmering silver strands. This combined with her apparent youth, and the ancient wisdom she seems to possess, make it very difficult to determine the age of this woman.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, The Keeper wears a strapless dress made of multiple layers of violet fabric in varying degrees of opacity, all of them laced with faint strands of silver threads that are imbued with magic; these spells allow her to move silently, and also serve as the storage for a teleportation spell, activated by channeling magic into the thread. On the rare occasions when she ventures off of the island of Talveron, she wears a cape of rich purple velvet, the inside and edges covered in silver runes that have been sewn into the fabric; they carry spells designed to encourage people not to look at her, and to forget her as soon as she is seen, allowing her to pass through crowds veritably unnoticed. Always on her person is a thin silver bracelet around her left wrist, carved with more magical runes, its purpose unknown; on the same hand, on her index finger, she wears a silver signet ring embossed with the seal of her position, a key crossed with a quill; around her neck is a necklace of silver which bears a charm with several dark blue and violet stones that glint with an inner power; and dangling from her ears are matching earrings. She carries with her a delicate incense burner made of a dark metal and carved with runes that bears a magical green stone for illumination, and from which dangle the Keys. Only The Keeper may touch these Keys, as they open every Lock within the Isle of Talveron.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: May 4, 2016 15:39:35 GMT -8
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Post by The Keeper on Aug 29, 2016 13:14:17 GMT -8
"Of course, Your Majesty. It would perhaps do you well to have someone to speak to about these things, if I may offer some advice." Turning away, Brighitte led him into the darkness.. which then deposited them outside the door to the twisted room. She locked it, then began leading him back toward the entry hall. It was actually a short trip - down a small flight of winding stairs, through a hallway, and there they were. From within the folds of her skirts, she offered him a pin with a dark gemstone, engraved with the symbol of a dragon.
"To replace the teleportation gem. This way, you can contact either myself or the High Wizard to alert us that we are needed, and one of us will come to you. Likely Owein. I have not left the isle in many years."
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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 Aug 29, 2016 13:20:43 GMT -8
Averin trails after Brighitte slowly. Accepting her advice without comment. He didn't really have anyone to speak to. Well there was Caridwyn, but he didn't want to over burden the priestess. She had her own concerns. He accepts the dragon pin with a grateful nod.
"Well it's been interesting Brighitte. Thank you for your time."
With that the king departs. Off in search of intoxicating drinks to wash away dark thoughts.
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