Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259 
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jul 9, 2016 14:03:41 GMT -8
"So then was it not like that when the city was first built? It just doesn't seem like a smart place to put a city when the land itself is trying to destroy it."
Her tone was very curious, she knew humans liked a challenge but that seemed like a very silly thing to do in her mind. If the land was attacking your city why not just leave? Humans were very strange, and this one didn't seem very friendly, but he was answering her questions and that was enough for her.
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Owein Raic'Leach
Established
Roleplay posts: 37 
Age: 48
Physical Description: An even six feet tall, Owein is a sturdily-built man with weathered features that make him appear older than his years. He has a strong jaw that descends to a firm chin, which is covered by a mustache-goatee that comes to a point, composed of brown hair threaded with silver hair - much like the hair atop his head, which he keeps trimmed to just about shoulder-length. His eyes are a deep steely grey, filled with a wisdom beyond his age. He usually wears a perpetual scowl.
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Clothes and Equipment: For the most part, Owein wears a set of intricate clothing in browns and reds. Red breeches are tucked into brown boots that fall just short of his knees. Into these breeches is tucked a brown tunic, with a red long-sleeved shirt beneath. At his waist he wears a red sash which serves as a belt, onto which are attached a number of pouches, that hold various alchemical and spell items. And over top it all he wears a long-sleeved red robe with hardened shoulders and intricate golden scrollwork at the shoulders, hem, and cuffs. The shoulders are actually made of red dragon hide, to ward against magical attacks, and the golden scrollwork carries enchantments. Around his neck is a long red scarf, that hides a nasty scar on his throat. He always carries with him a tall staff made of an odd opalescent white wood, that is carved at the top into an intricate, twisting shape reminiscent of dragons.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 14:36:28 GMT -8
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Post by Owein Raic'Leach on Jul 9, 2016 14:27:55 GMT -8
"The Fae and the Wyld were here first. The Wildlings, Dwarves, and humans came after. We built our homes where we could and found our balance with the Fae and the Wyld. We're all of us tenacious races who refuse to give in in the face of difficulty. It's how we survive, and it makes us stronger, better, in the long run."
The words were grunted before he took another drink from his wine. What was this woman, anyway? Owein looked at her with sharp eyes and set aside his fork, leaning forward to peer at her intently.
"What are you that you're so old, but look human, and yet you're puzzled by the way we do things?"
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jul 10, 2016 14:13:30 GMT -8
"It is an admirable quality to be certain." Her reptilian eyes glowed with a light of curiosity, wondering why it had taken the man so long to ask the important question. But then, she supposed, he had been too busy answering her own questions to ask any of his own.
"You have not figured it out yet Owein? I told you already. I am the Wavewarden, my task is to protect all the water of the world, be it in the largest ocean or the smallest pond, all fall under my domain. I am old yes, but I have been asleep for 800 years, and only recently awakened. This is not my true form, but it is an easier form to deal with the mortals in, my true form appears much mightier, for I am a dragon."
She said it nonchalantly, as if she spoke of matters that were no big deal to her, and likely would not be to anyone.
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Owein Raic'Leach
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 48
Physical Description: An even six feet tall, Owein is a sturdily-built man with weathered features that make him appear older than his years. He has a strong jaw that descends to a firm chin, which is covered by a mustache-goatee that comes to a point, composed of brown hair threaded with silver hair - much like the hair atop his head, which he keeps trimmed to just about shoulder-length. His eyes are a deep steely grey, filled with a wisdom beyond his age. He usually wears a perpetual scowl.
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Clothes and Equipment: For the most part, Owein wears a set of intricate clothing in browns and reds. Red breeches are tucked into brown boots that fall just short of his knees. Into these breeches is tucked a brown tunic, with a red long-sleeved shirt beneath. At his waist he wears a red sash which serves as a belt, onto which are attached a number of pouches, that hold various alchemical and spell items. And over top it all he wears a long-sleeved red robe with hardened shoulders and intricate golden scrollwork at the shoulders, hem, and cuffs. The shoulders are actually made of red dragon hide, to ward against magical attacks, and the golden scrollwork carries enchantments. Around his neck is a long red scarf, that hides a nasty scar on his throat. He always carries with him a tall staff made of an odd opalescent white wood, that is carved at the top into an intricate, twisting shape reminiscent of dragons.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 14:36:28 GMT -8
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Post by Owein Raic'Leach on Jul 10, 2016 14:53:54 GMT -8
He grunted after the woman finished her speech. A dragon. That explained a lot. It was also nice to have the explanation of what, exactly, a 'Wavewarden' was. Eyeing her thoughtfully, he then shrugged and turned back to his meal, scooping more food onto his plate as he spoke.
"Hn. Never heard of a Wavewarden before, but I suppose it's good something like you exists. Though you might want to keep your origins a secret here - we don't exactly have the best relationship with dragons. The ones in the Wyld like to steal our livestock and burn our homes." He resumed eating, not really showing any appreciation for the food, though the rate with which he ate made it clear he at least thought it tasted good. He just wasn't the kind of man to display those sorts of things. Or anything, really.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jul 10, 2016 18:48:22 GMT -8
Neva looked sadly at her own food as the man spoke. She was half torn between anger and sadness when she heard such tales. She felt sad for the damage they had inflicted on innocence and anger that her cousins were so violent all the time.
"Well, I am not that kind of dragon. Although I am not familiar with this Wyld you speak of, is that the forest that would destroy your city?"
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Owein Raic'Leach
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 48
Physical Description: An even six feet tall, Owein is a sturdily-built man with weathered features that make him appear older than his years. He has a strong jaw that descends to a firm chin, which is covered by a mustache-goatee that comes to a point, composed of brown hair threaded with silver hair - much like the hair atop his head, which he keeps trimmed to just about shoulder-length. His eyes are a deep steely grey, filled with a wisdom beyond his age. He usually wears a perpetual scowl.
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Clothes and Equipment: For the most part, Owein wears a set of intricate clothing in browns and reds. Red breeches are tucked into brown boots that fall just short of his knees. Into these breeches is tucked a brown tunic, with a red long-sleeved shirt beneath. At his waist he wears a red sash which serves as a belt, onto which are attached a number of pouches, that hold various alchemical and spell items. And over top it all he wears a long-sleeved red robe with hardened shoulders and intricate golden scrollwork at the shoulders, hem, and cuffs. The shoulders are actually made of red dragon hide, to ward against magical attacks, and the golden scrollwork carries enchantments. Around his neck is a long red scarf, that hides a nasty scar on his throat. He always carries with him a tall staff made of an odd opalescent white wood, that is carved at the top into an intricate, twisting shape reminiscent of dragons.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 14:36:28 GMT -8
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Post by Owein Raic'Leach on Jul 10, 2016 19:17:22 GMT -8
"Aye, the Wyld is a great forest powered by ancient earth magics. 'Tis where the Fae dwell, and various and sundry other unpleasant creatures of monstrous sizes and even larger tempers." He grunted the words and gestured idly down the table to where Ailionora sat in discussion with the Elf from the Expanse, then sipped at his wine.
"That one there is Ailionóra uí Muineacháin, the Fae Queen. You want to know more about the Wyld, she'd be the one to ask. That there's Ei Halvard, leader of the Dwarves who live in the hills, and beside him is Madadh Allaidh, the Alpha of the Wildlings." Couldn't hurt to educate the woman a bit on who she was in the company of. Especially if she was going to be trying to rub shoulders with any of them.
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Duchess Caridwyn An Sí
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Age: 19
Physical Description: A tall and slender woman, Caridwyn is 5'8" and shapely, with a woman's curves. Her skin is fair and her facial features are finely formed, nearly aristocratic, with high cheekbones, a smooth brow, and a delicate nose above full lips that rarely smile. Her hair is long, falling to her lower back, and a pale shade of blonde that verges on silvery. Her eyes are wide, luminous, and expressive, and are a pale blue color that often appears violet in certain lights.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most often, Caridwyn is seen wearing simple robes composed of soft, silky white fabric that lay draped across her body in an elegant fashion. Always found upon her person are two intricate silvers rings that cover the entirety of her index fingers, formed into intricate whorls and heavily enchanted with magics that allow her to disguise herself and move around unnoticed. Around her right wrist is a hammered iron cuff bracelet that is enchanted with protective magics. And around her neck is a necklace which bears a shining white moonstone that enables her to more easily use her divine magics. On ceremonial occasions, she wears an elaborate silver circlet set in the front with a large moonstone.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Jun 19, 2016 14:52:41 GMT -8
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Post by Duchess Caridwyn An Sí on Jul 10, 2016 19:23:02 GMT -8
Her conversation with Averin having come to an end, Caridwyn returned her attention to her meal for a time. However, it wasn't long before curiosity got the better of her, and she addressed Madadh Allaidh with sparkling eyes and a small smile on her face.
"Forgive me for disturbing you, sir. But I've always been so curious about your people, and the Moors. Is it true that the plain full of giant stones is charged with large amounts of spiritual power, and your people receive holy visions there?" No telling how that rumor had gotten about, but she didn't seem judgmental. Only extremely fascinated by the prospect.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jul 11, 2016 4:13:09 GMT -8
So that was the woman whose magical presence could be felt so readily. And now that she knew what to look for, she could sense the magical power tying the woman to what she now realized was this Wyld.
"Thank you Owein, I think I will speak with her. Such fae influence is seen no where else on this plane that I have yet to find. I appreciate you answering a curious dragon's questions Owein."
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Owein Raic'Leach
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 48
Physical Description: An even six feet tall, Owein is a sturdily-built man with weathered features that make him appear older than his years. He has a strong jaw that descends to a firm chin, which is covered by a mustache-goatee that comes to a point, composed of brown hair threaded with silver hair - much like the hair atop his head, which he keeps trimmed to just about shoulder-length. His eyes are a deep steely grey, filled with a wisdom beyond his age. He usually wears a perpetual scowl.
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Clothes and Equipment: For the most part, Owein wears a set of intricate clothing in browns and reds. Red breeches are tucked into brown boots that fall just short of his knees. Into these breeches is tucked a brown tunic, with a red long-sleeved shirt beneath. At his waist he wears a red sash which serves as a belt, onto which are attached a number of pouches, that hold various alchemical and spell items. And over top it all he wears a long-sleeved red robe with hardened shoulders and intricate golden scrollwork at the shoulders, hem, and cuffs. The shoulders are actually made of red dragon hide, to ward against magical attacks, and the golden scrollwork carries enchantments. Around his neck is a long red scarf, that hides a nasty scar on his throat. He always carries with him a tall staff made of an odd opalescent white wood, that is carved at the top into an intricate, twisting shape reminiscent of dragons.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 14:36:28 GMT -8
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Post by Owein Raic'Leach on Jul 11, 2016 10:21:36 GMT -8
"The law of the wizards of Talveron is to guide, educate, and protect. No reason why that can't go for outlanders as well. You should stop by the island sometime. You might find some interesting things and people there." He nodded to her and then refocused on his meal, though he briefly glanced toward Caridwyn. She was trying to talk to the Wildling leader? Oh, this should be amusing.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jul 11, 2016 12:13:01 GMT -8
"Perhaps I will. Thank you again for you time."
Seeing that no one was speaking with the king at the moment, she rose gracefully out of her seat and crossed over to where the King sat, her eyes sweeping from side to side as she did to ensure nobody else had the same idea. All trace of the wine was gone from her, her movements as collected as they were graceful. When she reached the king, she bowed low before addressing him.
"King Averin, congratulations on your coronation."
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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 Jul 11, 2016 12:43:45 GMT -8
Averin had taken a posture that could be deemed royal. His right elbow propped on the arm rest so he can rest his head against his fist. His eyes constantly sweeping the room were a sharp contrast to his seemingly bored and relaxed posture. When Neva approached Averin's eyes trace up the lines of her body before settling on her face. He decides that he likes what he sees and gives her a charming smile. He lifts his head and says pleasantly as he rests his hand on the table.
"Thank you. You aren't a member of my court, as I am quite sure I would remember such a beauty. So may I have the pleasure of knowing your name and why you have come?"
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jul 12, 2016 4:41:23 GMT -8
She returned his smile with a dazzling one of her own. Handsome and charming? All the things a king needed in her mind.
"I have come to see you King Averin, or more accurately, I was curious as to what exactly took place during a coronation, so I showed up, mostly uninvited, I hope that is not an issue. As for who I am, I am Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden."
She bowed once more as she inteoduced herself, and met his royal gaze with her reptilian one. She had never been able to get human eyes right during her transformations, and had long ago given up on trying.
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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 Jul 12, 2016 10:01:18 GMT -8
The name and the eyes were sufficient clues for Averin to guess the woman before him wasn't human. Her exact nature though, remain@ a mystery. Maintaining thr same easy smile he notes with a hint of dry humor.
"That is quite the title and it sounds important. Unfortunately I've never heard of a wave warden. Why not take a seat and tell me more about yourself. I'd also be curious to learn what you think of the festivities."
The king gestures to a chair being pulled up near him.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jul 12, 2016 10:18:29 GMT -8
Her tattoos flashed purple as he spoke, and her smile remained on her face as she took the offered seat.
"It is a very important title, I am the Guardian of the world's waters, be they oceanic or riverine. I ensure that their balance is maintained, that every threat to the ecosystems contained within them is extinguished."
She spoke with a deadly seriousness despite the smile on her face. Her job was very serious, but as there was rarely a big enough threat to her charges, she did not often have to use her full might.
"As for the festivities...the coronation was interesting, but boring to be honest, although your speech was good. This feast has proven to be very entertaining, though I very nearly spilled a glass of wine into Owein's lap. Still, he was kind enough to answer my questions. You have a beautiful castle King Averin, a suiting place for one of your majesty."
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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 Jul 12, 2016 11:51:57 GMT -8
Averin notes the flashing of the tattoo and wonders what it means. A look of curious surprise flashes across his face as she explains her duties. If what she said was true she had quite a bit of territory to cover. Though exactly what she protected the waters from was vague. And what was an ecosystem?
The kings gaze turns thoughtful and he sweeps it across the room as she speaks of the coronation. His lips pursing when she says he matches the castle. Averin supposed that meant he looked the part of the king, even if he didn't feel it.
"I'm glad you liked the speech. I was mildly worried everyone would think I'd gone mad when I decided to just say what came to my mind. I have to say though, I think your words about this castle and I hold more truth than you know. After all only parts of this castle approach anything like grand majesty. The rest is empty, roughed up, and dirty."
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jul 12, 2016 12:42:53 GMT -8
The pulsating tattoos continue their pattern, doing it in such a way that it draws the eyes along Neva's curves. She had learned quite a lot since her encounter with Vain, including how to control her coloration at all times.
"I think everybody preferred it to the prepared speech, especially since it was far shorter than it would have been otherwise. And life is like this castle as well, glamorous on the outside but roughed up and dirty on the inside. Not empty though. And there is nothing wrong with a roughed up man, in fact I tend to prefer them a bit...rough."
She winked at him as she finished her statement, perhaps a bit too forward for a king, but Neva did not care much about that.
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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 Jul 12, 2016 14:13:22 GMT -8
Averin's eyebrows raise in surprise. Nevada had just been as forward as many tavern maids Averin had known. He recovers from his surprise quickly though and he gives the woman a sly smile.
"Well then, perhaps after the feast I can give you a tour of the castle. Show you some of those rooms we talked about."
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jul 12, 2016 17:45:45 GMT -8
She noted the surprise on his face, but it prompted only a soft chuckle from her. Why should she not be forward? She was over eight centuries old, and its not like she could bear children any more, her acceptance of the Sea Queen's gift had taken that from her, but that was not something that she had ever desired in the first place.
"Of course King Averin, I would desire very much to take a tour of your castle, see just how rough some of these rooms are. I was not originally planning on staying much later than the feast, but if I will such an excellent tour guide perhaps I will stay after all."
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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 Jul 12, 2016 18:14:10 GMT -8
At Neva's words Averin briefly remembers his previous thoughts. Was having a tryst on his coronation really a good way to start his reign? There was a certain level of impropriety in doing so.... Averin eyes Neva again, taking in the curves if her body.
"I look forward to it. For now though I should let you go. Hopefully my conversations with everyone else looking to meet with me tonight, are as pleasurable as ours. Though I doubt it."
He thinks about throwing in some crass in innuendo, but decides that was below his dignity now. At least in public. Averin has also decided there are few better ways to celebrate than enjoying a beauty. Especially when he may not see that beauty ever again.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jul 13, 2016 3:38:33 GMT -8
Neva gave a bow of respect, one befitting an equal in his own court. Her eyes flashed and her tattoos settled down into their standard coloration as she stood.
"I agree, so many important people here to see you. I hope their conversations do not tire you out too much great king."
Neva turned around and walked away, heading to where Ailionora sat talking to the people from...the Land-Tillers State! That was it. They seemed to be in tune with nature a plenty, hopefully they could help her pass the time until her tour with the king.
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