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.
-
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.
-
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
|
Post by King Averin Arach on Jul 27, 2016 16:12:39 GMT -8
Another chuckle from the king and a much broader smile. A bit of the fatigue is lifting from his mind. It helps to have someone to talk to. Especially when that someone was a beautiful likable woman. As Caridwyn continues to speak a few servant come in with a pair of plush chairs. They also bring in a small table and a pot of tea and mugs. Averin collapses into one of the chairs and motions for her to take the other.
"You are probably right about the scoffing. Never went in for the religion doctrine of meditation and reflection or whatever it is. As to the less decent suggestion I would need to find a willing partner, which I haven't had time to do. I suppose I could ask one of the maids, but that doesn't sit will with me. You're last suggestion though has merit. It sets a bad precedent though. The current council was elected, I don't want to throw men the people chose out on their ears. Perhaps instead I'll cut their pay..."
|
|
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.
----------------------------
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.
-----------------------------
Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Jun 19, 2016 14:52:41 GMT -8
|
Post by Duchess Caridwyn An Sí on Jul 27, 2016 16:23:47 GMT -8
"I find that doesn't surprise me. You seem to be a man of logic rather than one of religion, and I admire you for that, Your Majesty." There was no intent of flattery in the statement, which was spoken as she settled into the seat across from Averin. Idly adjusting her robes as she crossed her right leg over the left at the knee, she then calmly set about pouring tea, first for the king and then for herself. She would, however, leave him to fix his tea to his preferred taste as she did the same to her own, adding a dash of cream and just a bit of sugar. While she stirred the contents of her cup, she gave him a somewhat surprised look.
"I find it hard to believe that you've found no willing partners. I would imagine the noblewomen would be throwing themselves at you in hopes of getting a royal bastard that they might then become queen." She sipped at her tea, pondering how to phrase the offer she was considering making. Her blue gaze dropped down into the liquid in her cup as she swirled it, then she proceeded carefully, weighing her words before speaking them.
"If I may be forward, Your Majesty, you could easily find someone to fulfill that role without turning to either the gentry or your servants. I know that every person in a position of authority needs someone that can be their friend and confidante, and providing a distraction from stress could be considered a very big.. bonus. All of these being services I'd be more than pleased to provide." Her eyes flicked up from her teacup and caught his as she continued, feeling the need to elaborate lest he get the wrong impression.
"And lest you think I'm saying this as some ploy to seek your favor or gain some leverage over you, I will swear upon the Goddess and all that I hold dear that this isn't the case, if you wish it. I simply believe that such an arrangement could prove mutually beneficial. You're not the only one who gets lonely and overwhelmed."
|
|
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.
-
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.
-
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
|
Post by King Averin Arach on Jul 27, 2016 18:21:06 GMT -8
"I should clarify. No willing partners I can stand. I find sycophants irritating. My ass does not need to be kissed, my ego is not so delicate that it needs constant bolstering. Though I suppose there is a certain appeal in perhaps making the former a literal thing for some of them."
Averin grins wickedly at the thought. He mixes a bit of honey and milk into his tea and sips at it. He then almost immediatly spits it out when he realizes what she just suggested. As it was he chokes slight and has to cough. Once he is finished he wipes his mouth and after recovering his composure he says.
"Aprrently you can be very forward."
He eyes Caridwyn for a moment. She was certainly attractive and she wasn't bad company. And it wasn't as though he was opposed to casual relations. Still it was odd to have a woman be so politely forward. Blazes, she almost made it sound like a business arrangement. She scratched his back and he scratched hers, only it wasn't backs.
"So wish to be my... confidant, it has a certain appeal I must admit. I suppose we could do a trail run as it were. But, before we get into that I want to know why you called this meeting."
|
|
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.
----------------------------
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.
-----------------------------
Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Jun 19, 2016 14:52:41 GMT -8
|
Post by Duchess Caridwyn An Sí on Jul 27, 2016 19:36:53 GMT -8
His reaction made her smile, a gesture which was hidden in her teacup, though there was no silencing her soft laughter. It wasn't often that she laughed these days, and it softened her demeanor, finally making her seem as old as she was. Many thought she was nearing thirty, with how serious she often was.. it surprised them to learn that the priestess hadn't yet seen her twentieth year. Sipping at her tea, she then set the cup and saucer aside, plainly hesitant to broach the subject that had brought her here. Attempting to kill time and avoid speaking the truth, she looked down into the slightly milky liquid in her teacup and replied.
"And what makes you think I didn't come here with the intent to start an affair, Your Majesty?" She didn't like skirting the truth, it was obvious in the slight downward tilt of her lips into a small frown.. but it was also clear that whatever she had come here to say inspired at least a small amount of guilt within her. Anyone who was at all observant of people and body language could see it in the way she kept her gaze averted and how she tapped the pointed tip of one intricate silver armor-ring against her teacup.
|
|
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.
-
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.
-
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
|
Post by King Averin Arach on Jul 27, 2016 19:48:52 GMT -8
"Well first if you did, you have remarkable prescience. Either that or you directed the flow of the conversation perfectly. Though if you really did I would think less of you. Your clergy have still bee facing quite a bit of adversity. I would have thought you would have come to speak on their behalf. You struck me as the type to care very deeply for your people. As I said I be disappointed to be proven wrong."
Averin levels his gaze upon her. Though he had not yet taken any action he had people looking into the treatment of the priests. The young woman had made a favorable impression on him and he had told her he would do what he could. He was also an intelligent man and a crafty one. He may have gotten to where he was by being straightforward and honest, but that had been a carefully selected move. He was a good and noble person by nature, but years of mercenary work had taught him when to to set that aside. It made him a good king, compassionate but able to face hard truths and make harder decisions.
|
|
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.
----------------------------
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.
-----------------------------
Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Jun 19, 2016 14:52:41 GMT -8
|
Post by Duchess Caridwyn An Sí on Jul 27, 2016 20:13:33 GMT -8
The almost nervous tapping ceased very quickly after Averin began speaking, and Caridwyn's gaze rose from its fixation on her teacup to instead meet the king's. He was very perceptive, indeed. She'd expected him not to take an interest, and she'd been proven wrong. She'd hoped he had the makings of a great king from the start.. and he was rapidly proving that her faith wasn't baseless. Removing her hands from the teacup, she instead folded them in her lap and squared her shoulders as she responded to his words.
"You're correct, Your Majesty. I did initially come here with the intent of seeking some sort of assistance from you as it pertains to my people. They are my family - the only family I've ever known. They found me as a babe on the outskirts of the city, left to die, and took me in. They chose me as their leader but a few short months ago, and I've been doing all I can to change how the people perceive us, to protect my order.. to no avail. The priestesses can't go anywhere alone within the city, and even groups aren't necessarily guaranteed to be free of attack. Many times over the past few years have the priestesses been found beaten and raped and left to die in alleys. And four years ago, our temple within the city was ransacked and destroyed. We've been taking refuge in houses when we can, but no one will provide us with shelter for long.. the danger of violence is too strong. No one is willing to listen when we try to speak. They all think we're Wyld worshipers, that we were trying to destroy the city and let the Wyld take over the whole nation. All I wanted to ask for is your help - perhaps a proclamation that the order isn't connected to the Wyld, that we don't worship it, that we're not to be feared and shunned. If you can spare the men, a small guard on the temple while we attempt to rebuild would be most helpful. A show of support from you would go a long way toward helping us, Your Majesty. We just want to live in peace with our neighbors and feel secure to practice our religion in freedom and safety." Her gaze fell again, and she sighed softly.
"..But when I entered this room and saw the strain you were under, I couldn't bear to lay even more weight upon your shoulders, Your Majesty. You are still new to the throne, there are things which require your attention, things that are much more important than an outcast order of priests and priestesses. And so as much as my people need me, the denizens of this nation - human, Wildling, Dwarf, and Fae alike - need you even more.. this is a fact I cannot ignore, nor would I. Thus, rather than asking for your help, I changed my mind and decided to offer my own instead. I know what it is to have that responsibility on your soul, the knowledge that people are depending on you, albeit my experience is on a much smaller scale. It is a burden I would not wish on anyone, but one which I know must be borne. Some are fortunate enough to not have to carry that weight alone.. a King, above all others, should be so fortunate." She knew this was the right thing to do. And the order would understand. As much as they wished they could be free to worship in peace and safety, they knew the kingdom was more important than them. They would accept her choice and abide by it.
|
|
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.
-
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.
-
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
|
Post by King Averin Arach on Jul 28, 2016 12:11:16 GMT -8
Averin listens to Caridwyn's tale his face solemn. He sets down his mug of tea and leans forward. Each word she speaks of her peoples plight makes his eyes darken just a bit more. He is not impressed by his peoples actions. He understands the fear that motivates them, but that does not excuse it. When she explains why she tried to avoid talking about this the king lets out a sigh. He leans back in his chair and regards her. His eyes expression resolve, but his eyes sad.
"I appreciate your concern and your offer. However, I don't think you should have held your tongue for my sake. I will do what I can to help your people Caridwyn. I did not restore An Dli so that people could continue living in fear. Still you must understand I may not be able to do all you might want. There are considerations..."
Averin sighs and slumps.
"I have to take into consideration what rumors may spread if I do. I can remind people that the law is the law. I can offer some protection and swift justice for your clergy. I do not know if I can proclaim your religion harmless though. The more I do to help your people the more they will talk. They may think you have me ensorcelled, or that I am the kind of king and man that can be lead around by my..."
He trails off not finishing the thought, though he thinks it's rather obvious what he had been about to say. He wanted to help Caridwyn, he meant what he said about people not having to live in fear. However, he couldn't have people thinking that he could be swayed by a pretty face and a willing body. He couldn't afford for people to think of him as a weak king.
|
|
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.
----------------------------
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.
-----------------------------
Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Jun 19, 2016 14:52:41 GMT -8
|
Post by Duchess Caridwyn An Sí on Jul 28, 2016 12:25:21 GMT -8
It took a great deal of effort for Caridwyn to keep her posture rigid when Averin responded, her gaze remaining downcast. Of course. Too much to help them would make it seem as though he was showing favoritism, and the rumors would only spread from their. There were already whispers of people calling her a witch, just because she was a woman with magic they didn't understand who hadn't gone to join the wizards on the isle. It wouldn't do at all for people to suspect she'd bewitched the King to get her way. The question was, did they dare to try and seek their former place within both the city and society once more? Would Averin truly mete out justice as it was deserved to those who harmed them? She had no reason to doubt his word. And so it was that she finally raised her head, a small smile on her lips, and her eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and determination.
"Of course, Your Majesty. I apologize for overstepping my bounds. I understand the limitations of the situation and will be grateful for any help you feel you can offer." She appeared to argue with herself for a few moments, and then finally, she stood gracefully from her chair, inclining her head to him in a respectful nod. Her smile had disappeared by this point, leaving her as serene and graceful as ever, but with a palpable air of sadness and loneliness about her person.
"I also understand that you are a busy man. I will depart so that you can better tend to your duties, unless you have some further need of me, Your Majesty." She'd wait patiently to see if there was anything he required of her, and if not, she would wait to be dismissed.
|
|
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.
-
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.
-
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
|
Post by King Averin Arach on Jul 28, 2016 12:59:21 GMT -8
Averin suppresses a grimace. Silently berating himself. It had been necessary but he had upset her. Not only that, but he really should have insisted on that trial run before pressing the issue. A few hours in her company relieving stress would have done wonders for his mood. Unfortunately he wasn't callous enough to ask for that after delivering the news he had to. Instead he stands and offers her a slight incline of his head. A mark of respect, then his voice soft and as kind as he can manage he speaks.
"I would ask nothing of you at this time Caridwyn. I am sorry I cannot do more, but one thing I can do is guarantee protection in your efforts to rebuild the temple. I understand other attempts to do so were sabotaged, so placing a guard is hardly favoritism. Perhaps the fact that I am willing to let you exist within the city will help, even if I cannot officially endorse you. Don't be a stranger, I found talking to you a wonderful diversion and as you noted I could use a friend to help ease my burdens."
|
|
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.
----------------------------
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.
-----------------------------
Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Jun 19, 2016 14:52:41 GMT -8
|
Post by Duchess Caridwyn An Sí on Jul 28, 2016 13:05:59 GMT -8
Her eyes met his, and a pale brow quirked upward, before her lips tilted into the smallest of smirks.
"In that case, I think I'll see you again soon, Your Majesty. A little conversation and distraction would do us both a bit of good, I believe." There was an openly flirtatious tone to her voice as this was said, and then she gave him a deep curtsy. When she straightened, she turned and left the room. He'd be seeing her soon.. she'd make sure of that.
|
|
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.
----------------------------
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.
-----------------------------
Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Jun 19, 2016 14:52:41 GMT -8
|
Post by Duchess Caridwyn An Sí on Jul 29, 2016 21:09:50 GMT -8
<Quite some time later>
Many things had happened since Caridwyn was last at the keep. A dragon had wrought destruction in the city attempting to attack the king, and while it had been a tragedy, there had been some benefits for the priestess's order. People had been injured and in need of help, and Caridwyn's order had devoted their time to healing the injured, feeding and clothing and sheltering those whose homes had been ransacked. It had done much to raise the order in the esteem of the people, and it was a very large step in the right direction. But it was two days following the attack that Caridwyn came to the castle once more, her form swathed in a white cloak that shone beneath the light of the rising moon. She asked a servant to show her to where the king was, and to let him know she was there, then followed them to wherever it was that Averin was to be found, waiting outside the room while she was announced.
|
|
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.
-
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.
-
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
|
Post by King Averin Arach on Jul 29, 2016 21:28:25 GMT -8
It isn't long before Caridwyn is lead into the war room. Evidently Averin spends quite a bit of time there working. Today there are a handful of scribes, officers, and attendants helping the king. When the king spots Caridwyn he gives her a tired smile. He gestures at the men indicating they should continue without him. Then he motions to Caridwyn and walks out of the room. He wanders through the halls for a few minutes, before coming to an ornate set of doors. He enters and when Caridwyn follows she would find herself in the sitting room, just off of his royal bed chambers. He flops down onto a sofa and says with a laugh.
"Are you aware running a country is hard? That running it right after a disaster is harder? And that running it, right after a disaster, well caring for a young dragon is even harder? Because I didn't. I didn't even contemplate it."
|
|
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.
----------------------------
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.
-----------------------------
Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Jun 19, 2016 14:52:41 GMT -8
|
Post by Duchess Caridwyn An Sí on Jul 29, 2016 23:48:48 GMT -8
Somehow, Caridwyn wasn't surprised to realized she'd been led to the same room where she'd spoken with him before. Upon entering the room, her eyes met with Averin's, and though her face remained impassive, there was a smile in her gaze. She dipped into a deep curtsy, then straightened and followed Averin out of the room as he indicated she should follow him. She did so in silence, not speaking until after they'd entered his chambers - making sure the doors were securely shut behind them - and Averin himself had spoken. Then that smile curved her lips, and she reached up to unfasten her cloak pin, which was in the shape of a crescent moon. The material of her cloak parted, revealing the silky, wispy white robes she wore, the silhouette of her body hinted at beneath the drifting folds of fabric, and she draped her cloak over the back of a chair before moving to sit on the couch beside Averin.
"I'm not personally familiar with the difficulties involved, no, but I can imagine how hard this must be for you. I'm sure you must be tired and under a great deal of stress. Is there anything I can do for you, Your Majesty?" Her tone was completely innocent - it was clear she wasn't attempting to insinuate anything sexual at all. She was offering her companionship, whether he wanted conversation, a massage, someone to simply rant at, or anything else. She hadn't been lying when she said she would be his confidante, if he wished it.
|
|
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.
-
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.
-
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
|
Post by King Averin Arach on Jul 30, 2016 9:26:04 GMT -8
Averin made zero attempt to hide is admiration of Caridwyn's outfit. It was quite the garment, revealing nothing but hinting at everything. He was even more impressed by her boldness, taking a sit right next to him. He is curious to see how far thing will go, but he decides to start small.
"Well if you are offering I could use a shoulder rub."
He would adjust his position slightly so she can access his broad shoulders. She would find that they are quite stiff and tense.
"So I've heard you had some success increasing your clergy's prestige in the city. I'm happy for you."
|
|
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.
----------------------------
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.
-----------------------------
Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Jun 19, 2016 14:52:41 GMT -8
|
Post by Duchess Caridwyn An Sí on Jul 30, 2016 11:46:29 GMT -8
"Of course, Your Majesty. I aim to please." There was a vaguely teasing note to her voice as she responded, and once Averin had adjusted his position, she turned to face him more fully, her small hands rising and settling upon his shoulders. Her delicate fingers began to firmly knead the tense muscles, thumbs digging in to work out the knots that lingered around his shoulders, neck, and upper back. She worked with a precision that showed she knew what she was doing, and Averin might feel a slight tingle, which hinted that she was also allowing a small amount of her magic to sink in, helping to ease the pain of his tension and promote healing of the muscles. His words drew another small smile to her lips, and she murmured her reply.
"Yes.. it's a shame that the dragon attacked, but his violence did indeed provide an opportunity for us. Those who were affected by his destruction were in need of help, and we provided it. I think public opinion of us is shifting toward the positive. And the temple is nearly finished being restored.. I anticipate another week before we're all finished and ready to occupy it once more." There was a quiet contentment to her as she spoke, her hands moving methodically across his shoulders as she massaged him. She was silent for a few moments before speaking again.
"And how are you? You seem tired. Is something troubling you?"
|
|
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.
-
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.
-
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
|
Post by King Averin Arach on Jul 30, 2016 17:06:38 GMT -8
Averin all but slumps as Caridwyn works the tension from his shoulders. The crown was a heavy burden and it was draining him. He wasn't completely unused to leading people, after all he had been a mercenary captain. The scope of his job now though was staggering. So her massage was a welcome relief in fact he murmurs softly, before she answers his question.
"I may need to make this a regular appointment. Or get a masseuse on staff."
He groans in pleasure only listening with half an ear to what she says. What he hears bring a smile to his face. The king is glad some small good came from the attack. As she works he slumps forward so he is half lying on the couch. If Caridwyn tried to continue massaging him it would necessitate get on the couch and practically crawling on top of him. Her question is met with a gentle laugh.
"Beyond what I said earlier? You know, running a kingdom, recovering from a disaster, and caring for a young dragon?"
|
|
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.
----------------------------
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.
-----------------------------
Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Jun 19, 2016 14:52:41 GMT -8
|
Post by Duchess Caridwyn An Sí on Jul 30, 2016 20:56:01 GMT -8
"I'd be happy to do this for you whenever you need it. It's nice to have company that doesn't look to me for leadership and answers." The soft tone of her voice held a brief note of sadness. It was lonely at the top, something Averin no doubt knew well, albeit his experience was on a far greater scale. When Averin slumped forward, Caridwyn laughed quietly, adjusting her position on the couch. She moved forward and perched on the edge of the cushions, her hip and the side of her posterior wedged up against his body as her hands wandered down over the expanse of his back, pressing thumbs, knuckles, and the palms of her hands into his muscles to meticulously work the tension out of them. She answered his question with a small smile and a voice that started out playful, but quickly became painted with both sincerity and concern.
"Yes, something other than what you've already said. I want you to feel free to confide in me - any secret spoken within the privacy of our meetings will never pass my lips. You have my solemn oath on that, Your Majesty."
|
|
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.
-
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.
-
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
|
Post by King Averin Arach on Jul 30, 2016 21:32:05 GMT -8
Averin lets out a groan of pleasure as Caridwyn's hands move down his back. Where and why did a priestess learn how to give a massage? A question for another time he supposed. For now he'd just enjoy it, or he tried to. She decided to press her question from before. The king weighs the pros and cons of telling her in his mind. Having a confidant might help, he liked Caridwyn, she gave excellent massages, she may be willing to sleep with him without turning it into a thing. He realizes his mind got a little off track there. It was the pros and cons of taking someone into his trust, not his bed, that he should be focusing on.
As far as con's went. He wasn't actually sure he could trust her, she was a priestess, there were political ramifications for taking her into his trust, if he slept with her she might try and turn it into a thing. For a brief moment Averin thinks of asking if she'd be willing to bed him and drink a contraceptive after. That was a little too blunt for him though, even if it would tip the scales one way or the other. After a long moment of silence, during which his back tensed up despite her ministrations he sighs. He might as well roll the dice.
"There is apparently a man wearing my face. He killed a clutch of dragons and their mother. I imagine he is also the one that force fed the surviving hatchling a stone that corrupted the poor thing. This seems to have been done as a deliberate attempt on my life. Barely two months on the throne and people are hatching round about plots to kill me. Isn't that wonderful?"
|
|
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.
----------------------------
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.
-----------------------------
Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Jun 19, 2016 14:52:41 GMT -8
|
Post by Duchess Caridwyn An Sí on Jul 30, 2016 23:35:09 GMT -8
That was not at all the response Caridwyn was expecting, and it was obvious in the way the motions of her hands halted for a few moments, allowing her that time to fully process what it was Averin had said. Someone wearing his face, killing creatures, and forcing upon them items which twisted and corrupted and drove them to violence. That was exceptionally troublesome, and once she had properly absorbed the weight behind his statement, she resumed her actions, steadily pressing her hands into the taut muscles of his back to work out the kinks of stress.
"That is troublesome indeed. If you would like, I could create an item with identical protective magics to the crown.. something smaller and more comfortable, that you can wear at all times. Especially times when you can't or don't want to wear the crown. Perhaps a pendant of some sort. It won't prevent everything, but it would keep you a little safer." She didn't bother to hide the worry in her tone. Someone trying to kill the king, so soon after his coronation? Her brow furrowed. She silently resolved in that moment to put out feelers once the order was a little more steady, and attempt to learn anything about this that she could. Alban needed him.. and she could admit, she was coming to like this young king. They had much in common, and she believed they could be good friends, given time and chance to interact like this, casually and without expectations.
|
|
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.
-
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.
-
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
|
Post by King Averin Arach on Jul 31, 2016 7:37:43 GMT -8
Averin grumbles when Caridwyn stops the massage. He had expected it, but that didn't stop him from grumbling. She resumes quickly enough and he grunts in appreciation. He doesn't answer her question right away simply enjoying her attentions. Eventually he does respond.
"The crown did say my life when I decided to be stupid. A back up couldn't hurt. That's is something for later though. Right now..."
The king rolls around with surprising speed. He is no more or less face to face with Caridwyn her chest pressed against his. He looks into her eyes and gives her a little smirk.
"You've down a good job relieving the tension in my back. What can you do for my front?"
|
|