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 13, 2016 11:27:04 GMT -8
Ailionóra glanced up at the approach of an unfamiliar woman, quirking a brow. She was quite lovely, wasn't she? And look at those tattoos. Almost like one of the Fae. And she was positively brimming with power. How curious. Her lips tilted into a small smirk as she spoke.
"Hello there. The king no longer interesting?"
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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 14, 2016 4:15:11 GMT -8
"On the contrary, I found him to be most fascinating. But he is also busy, and there are many more here who would also like to speak with him."
She gave Ailionora the same bow she had greeted the King with, a slightly smaller smile on her face.
"Forgive me, I am Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden. I have heard much about your lands from the humans, and I was interested in hearing more about them from you."
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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 14, 2016 10:43:36 GMT -8
"Is that so? Interesting. 'Wavewarden', you say? Any connection to the Earthwarden she was just telling me about?" Looking bemused, Ailionóra gestured toward the Elven woman nearby that she'd been speaking to. Sipping at her wine, she looked at the female with a curious gaze that was heavily tinted with amusement.
"What would you like to know about the Wyld?"
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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 14, 2016 11:27:01 GMT -8
She turned to address the elf that she had inadvertently interrupted, her face flushing a but red as she realized she had done so in her haste to speak with the Fae Queen.
"My apologies for interrupting the conversation. Yes, Va'nei guards the earth like I guard the waters, we have the same duties, just different domains if you will. Why is the Wyld so prominent here? I have not felt such influence any where in the world before."
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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 14, 2016 12:09:52 GMT -8
Something cold flashed through the Fae woman's gaze at this question, and all trace of amusement faded. Her tone was cool and carefully neutral when she replied.
"This is something sacred to my people. I cannot speak of it." There was a heavy implication that she wouldn't, even if she could.
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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 14, 2016 15:27:13 GMT -8
Neva dipped her head respectfully to the Fae Queen.
"My apologies, I did not intend to offer insult or anger you. I will leave you to your conversation."
She bowed once more and turned around to head back to an empty seat to partake in some of the food.
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Registered: May 18, 2024 21:23:41 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2016 18:18:15 GMT -8
Seeing the woman leave the king's audience, the trader stood up. He chugged three beers and was being quietly cheered on by his friends. He was ready! Despite not liking helmets even in battle, he brought one just to tuck under his arm as a sign of respect, he had practice walking so that his iron boots would not kick up sparks, he knew what he had to speak of, and how to hopefully convince the King to agree. Polish and spit had made sure even his black armour got a shine like a mirror reflecting the sun. Wiping off any moisture on his face, he walked to the King, eyes occasionally darting to the Warlord for support. He needed the King to agree to his plan, and for it to work. He had long since ran out of borrowed money, he was now leading his life on borrowed time. If after this isolation he could not bring prosperity to the traders and Dwarves he had deals with, he might very well be lynched, even if the justicars would try to intervene. The king seemed like he would agree, at least to the Dwarf. He was one of the rulers that tried to be "unconventional," it seemed, after improvising his speech. It was a cliché move, but it got the crowds wild, which was what mattered, and he reckoned the king knew that. Trying to trade with a generally disliked and isolationist country like Goraia, and the lucrative port of Sakand seemed like something that would would be given the all clear by the king. As he neared him, he cleared his throat and spoke. "May I have some of your time, my Lord?"
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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 16, 2016 10:53:02 GMT -8
Averin's attention turned to the dwarf. Another face he didn't recognize, but that was hardly surprising. The kings eyes flick over the armor and he can't help but shake his head. Black armor was for show, not battle in his experience. Plate got hot enough in the sun without paint. Going around in black on a battle field would be just that much worse. Well he supposed it mattered little in the here and now. He gives the dwarf a half smile and he inclines his head.
"You may."
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Registered: May 18, 2024 21:23:41 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2016 18:00:00 GMT -8
Mentally rubbing his hands together, he gives a small sigh of relief, and begins to speak. "My Lord, I wish for a charter of trade. I want to travel the world, sell products, buy them, bring things back here, riches monetary and others. I want permission to fly the flag of Alban on any vessel I use for trade, to show people of what a great place my colleagues and I come from. I want sanction to take about fifty or so likely lads, with their consent of course, but humans, perhaps even Wildings (if the furry wazzocks have anyone not too scared to leave their place, anyway). I want not only to bring those I know to foreigners, but some of your kind to show what a great place this is, what a wide array of things one can get from here. I will to obtain wealth not just wealth for myself, but for the Dwarves, and all else here." As that monologue was finished, he would walk as close to the king as he could without raising the attention of the Guards, and speak as quiet as he could, for he knew some of the knife-ears called "Elves," would most likely have very, very good hearing. "The foreigners also speak of a state called Goraia, they seem to not like it, though nobody gives concrete answers to why. An ancient port to a part of it called Sakand has also opened recently it appears. These people will most definitely have things unique, and rare with them. Since nobody else particularly likes them, or trades with them, I wish to go there and do business with them. If they have something that truly nobody else has, I can even sell it to the other nations for a great price, certainly a greater one than what I shall get it for. I want sanction to do all I mentioned, not only with the countries represented here, but with Goraia too."
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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 17, 2016 8:37:57 GMT -8
Averin listens to the dwarves proposition without offering any comment. His face schooled into an expression of polite attention. The dwarf certainly did talk a lot and certainly had ambition. Still Averin couldn't help but think he had more ambition than savvy. He'd brokered his share of deals as a mercenary captain. He wouldn't claim to be an expert, but Averin knew that introducing yourself was a good way to start. It also helped to share some credentials to build confidence in your abilities. At least that was how he had done it, he knew that the best merchants did other things as well.
When the dwarf finished his proposal Averin weighed it carefully. It had some merit. It was true Goraia and Sakand had no trade partners so goods from the countries would fetch a higher price. The dwarf also wasn't asking for anything hard to provide, just sanction. Not money, just the right to fly the Albish flag on his vessel. Which could potentially make the Albish nation as a whole responsible for the dwarf actions. The king frowns and considers his options before finally settling on a decision.
"You can fly the Albish flag on your ship if you wish."
It wasn't a sanction and it wasn't an official writ of trade. He'd allow Krupp to sail with Albish colors, which would add some legitimacy to his expedition. But if the dwarf incited an incident he could be disavowed.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2016 18:52:08 GMT -8
While giving the appropriate sigh of relief and satisfaction, he thought whether or not he needed something official. "Very well then, do I need to send paperwork from the M.S. Krupp businesses for this, or am I finished with the official nonsense?" He did not give his name for rather arrogant reasons; he believed that anybody within the island who was somebody, would know of him. In truth, the knowledge of he was would be limited to the trading districts. While he vaguely knew this, he refused to admit it. Besides, that would change once he started hiring some more people for mercantile excursions.
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Warlord Ei Halvard
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 180
Physical Description: Of the Dwarven race, Ei Halvard is about 4'5" (relatively tall for a dwarven male), has jet black hair, and thick stony muscles.
Clothes and Equipment: Bronze armor, iron boots, lead alloy axe.
Registered: Apr 2, 2016 16:08:04 GMT -8
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Post by Warlord Ei Halvard on Jul 17, 2016 23:37:57 GMT -8
Ryden chewed the bite of pheasant, slowly, mulling over the response he would give to the slightly accusatory dwarf warlord. As he did so, he looked over the small man, considering what his role had been in the history of Alban. "Of course I came here with a purpose. I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't. After all, I don't imagine I'll be in Alban too often, and there's a lot of discussion I need to have with King Averin before I leave." Ryden's voice was smooth, and quiet amidst the raucous celebration around him. All the same, Halvard would be able to hear him clearly, perhaps even clearer than if he was yelling. "There is nothing to forgive. I am the Chancellor of Isra, Ryden Greyiron... She is very young to be working on a matter of such importance, is she not?" To match the warlord, Ryden took a sip from the beaker of water he had requested, before following the dwarf's gesture with his own gaze, noting the two other non-human leaders. He had supposed it to be them, but having his suspicions confirmed was always reassuring. "You shouldn't worry about my experience in handling other races, Warlord. The Lady of Isra herself is not human, and my diplomacy does not encourage xenophobia. But yes, the pie is most certainly excellent, and so is this pheasant. I wonder if there is any boar on the table." Ryden's eyes met the warlord's, gazing passively as he considered the man again. It seemed he did not have so much diplomatic experience, which made sense when the Chancellor considered that the island had been isolated for much of living memory. Halvard's face remained as stony as ever. But to be frank, he was quite relieved. It was nice having a civil conversation with a human for a change, and about something other than the weather or how things used to be (a topic which quickly fell out of favor anyways as fewer and fewer humans remembered what things were like before the war). His eyebrows waggled a bit when he heard that the leader of this "Isra" wasn't human. "I'm afraid the girl's role in this was hardly a matter of choice, but she seems to be taking it rather well. I think she may be too young to understand the significance of her contribution." If Ryden turned to glance at Queron and the Justicar, he'd see them laughing and joking together. It was a heartwarming scene, especially to the warlord. Father figures and mentors were a very important part of Dwarven culture. As Ei, spoke he reached over with his relatively short arms up the table. He tried to suppress a scowl when he found he couldn't quite reach the boar stew he had been eyeing. To his embarrassment, he was forced to ask a taller human to grab the bowl for him. It would serve Ryden well to not smirk at this little debacle. As he placed the bowl in between himself and Ryden, he said, "I would normally hesitate to say this of a foreigner, but the king might benefit from your words. He has been through so much in a brief time, and is wise beyond his years, but he is still a young man. The art of engaging in civility and diplomacy between multiple races is something that must be rediscovered here in Alban. Such does not seem to be the case where you're from. Your counsel could be useful to him, though I doubt he will admit it right away." Halvard took a swig of wine, then looked down the table towards Alanis and the Land-Tillers. "I see other humanoids exist besides those we are familiar with. I don't wish to keep you from your mission, but if you don't mind me asking, of what sort is your leader?"
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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 19, 2016 18:14:52 GMT -8
While giving the appropriate sigh of relief and satisfaction, he thought whether or not he needed something official. "Very well then, do I need to send paperwork from the M.S. Krupp businesses for this, or am I finished with the official nonsense?" He did not give his name for rather arrogant reasons; he believed that anybody within the island who was somebody, would know of him. In truth, the knowledge of he was would be limited to the trading districts. While he vaguely knew this, he refused to admit it. Besides, that would change once he started hiring some more people for mercantile excursions. Apprently the dwarf wasn't going to introduce himself. Annoying, but there were other ways to find out the man's name. He already had a lead M.S. Krupp, Krupp probably being the dwarfs last name. The king considers the dwarfs question and debates clarifying a point. Deciding against it Averin simply nods his head and saying. "No need to send in any paperwork."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 16:07:18 GMT -8
The Dwarf would bow, and stay bent over a second longer than necessary to hide his face, red with joy and delight. He was rising through the hierarchy of nobs all right, this was just a step, but what a big one. He would merely say "Thank you for your time, my King." before hurrying off to see his friends, tell them the good news and engage in some quaffing. He would stand behind a pillar, out of sight of anyone for a short time however, to once again hide his facial expressions and small victory dance.
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Post by The Kingdom of Alban on Jul 24, 2016 20:41:11 GMT -8
As the hour approaches midnight the guest are politely, but firmly lead out. Soon the old keep is empty of revelers, leaving only it's king and his staff. Many considered Alban's new dawn to be when King Averin first entered the city An Dli at his side. For most though this day will be remembered as the start of the new kingdom. When people from all nations came. When the king delivered his speech, finally addressing the entire populace. When decisions and alliances began to form. Coronation day is over, but the new dawn of Alban had just begun.
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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)
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Post by Duchess Caridwyn An Sí on Jul 27, 2016 9:52:41 GMT -8
In the week following the feast at the keep, Caridwyn had spent a great deal of time figuring out what she was going to say to the king. Things were still dire, even after his return - her people were still shunned and mistreated, and although there had been no more violations, there was still violence, and the threat of it at every turn. Arriving at the keep with a small retinue of a fellow priestess and a priest, she left them waiting in the main antechamber as she approached the room where she'd been told to meet with Averin. Stopping before the guarded door, she absently smoothed her hands across the plain white wool of her robes and inclined her head to the armored men.
"I am Caridwyn An Sí. I have a meeting with the King."
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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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Post by King Averin Arach on Jul 27, 2016 14:33:19 GMT -8
The guards open the doors to the chamber and announce Caridwyn. The room she enters is a large office. The walls lined with bookshelves and maps, a large table sitting in the center of the the room covered in documents, and light provided by an open window now, but with many candles for when the sky darkens. The king is standing over the table pouring over information. He doesn't look up when Caridwyn enters and at first he seems to be ignoring the woman. After a moment though he speaks, sounding frustrated and angry.
"Are you aware that running a kingdom is a lot more complicated than running a mercenary band? Not only that, but you have to do more of the work yourself. Not really, but percentage wise. It seems like half the city council was perfectly happy to just dump their responsibilities in my lap. The king is back, let him handle all the decision making huzzah!"
He then looks up and eyes her. He looks tired and strained.
"Oh and the ones that still seem to do their duties, can't keep out of my personal life. Apparently they consider it a priority that I get married lest we be left without an heir. Because apparently my bed chambers aren't my own business. Apparently I should be seeing noble daughters every moment of the day until I find the right one. Of course I should also get all my work done as well, it's wonderful how I'm supposed to do two things at once. I don't suppose you'd like to bear the royal bastard just to get them off my back?"
This last line is said with a wry humor and a smirk, he is clearing joking.
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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 27, 2016 14:43:10 GMT -8
Caridwyn entered the chambers at a sedate pace, looking as serene as ever. That serenity disappeared completely when Averin began to speak, and both of her eyebrows shot upwards in a surprised expression. Crossing to the table where he stood, she paused somewhat near to him, clasping her hands in front of her while her gaze met the king's. And then her lips twitched as she struggled to suppress a smile, something she managed to succeed in, if only barely.
"If that's what Your Majesty wishes of me, then I suppose that's a sacrifice I'd be willing to make.. for the sake of the kingdom, of course. Or perhaps simply to keep the King from imploding. You certainly look like you could use a little stress relief." Her eyes gleamed with mirth, and barely had she finished speaking than that smile was no longer able to be contained, and a grin appeared on her face. It lasted for only a few moments, though, and soon faded into an expression of concern mingled with minor guilt. He was clearly under a great deal of strain, and she felt bad for coming to him with her problems, now. In that moment, she resolved that she wouldn't trouble Averin with her struggles.. not now. He needed a friend right now, someone to trust.. not another issue to fix.
"In all seriousness, Your Majesty, I'm very sorry that this is taking such a toll on you. It can't be easy, running a kingdom. If there's anything I can do to help you, anything at all, I hope that you would let me assist you."
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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 27, 2016 15:25:00 GMT -8
Averin chuckles pleased that Caridwyn didn't take offense at his joke.
"You should take a seat priestess."
He looks around the room and notices that there are no chairs. He usually worked in command tents and didn't bother with the things. That bit of mercenary lifestyle had transferred to this war room.
"I have no chairs in here. I should get some chairs in here."
He moves to the door and pokes his head out he speaks to the guard. He then turns back to Caridwyn and smiles.
"We should have some chairs shortly. As to whether or not there is anything you can do to help... Nothing springs to mind. Unless you have a way to cut out stress. Or you can help me dispose of the bodies of some of the more meddlesome councilmen."
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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 27, 2016 15:31:43 GMT -8
Caridwyn glanced around, noting the distinct lack of chairs with a raised eyebrow, and looked back at Averin, vaguely amused. She didn't say anything, however, as he soon realized that there was nothing to sit on. She remained silent, albeit with the threat of a smile hovering threateningly at the corners of her lips, as he moved to address the guards. Upon his return, she nodded slightly.
"I'm no stranger to standing, Your Majesty, but I thank you for the consideration. Normally the order is against murder, but I'm willing to make an exception, given the circumstances. Better a few dead noblemen than a stressed King." It was so strange, how easy she found it to banter and joke with the king like this. She looked momentarily confused by this realization, then shook it aside and continued.
"I could recommend several different methods of stress relief, ranging from those I feel certain you'd scoff at, to those best not mentioned in polite society. Although it sounds to me like you might do best to invest in replacing some of the council members.. specifically those who can't be arsed to do their jobs themselves. Doing that would likely inspire the rest to mind their own business for fear of finding themselves in the same position." Behind that pretty face and the nearly unearthly air she seemed to exude was a shrewd mind. Being High Priestess didn't just mean guiding her order.. it also meant maneuvering the politics of Avelius. Especially necessary given the trials they'd faced since the Usurper took the throne.
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