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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2016 18:10:45 GMT -8
The dragon had no time to try and scramble out of the path of his fire returning, and it consumed him in moments - rushing across scale and flesh and stone and ice. When it finally dissipated, all that was left was Ith sprawled out somewhere between jutting bedrock spikes with his scales glowing like embers. The fire hadn't done a thing, but the sheer force of the gale had about knocked the wind out of him - and it was evident in how he was panting heavily.
When his head finally came up between the stones, his furious eyes latched onto the human. He managed a threatening snarl, squirming and struggling to pry himself free from his predicament.
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King Averin Arach
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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 29, 2016 18:21:28 GMT -8
Again Averin watched the effects of his actions. His practice with the magic of An Dlí had certainly payed off. Still the amount of collateral damage he'd done was too high. Almost the entire street had been destroyed. He could repair some of the damage with An Dlí, but not all. Really just the damage to the roads. This had to end, the king stalks forward gathering more strength as he goes. His voice sounds out like a clarion bell.
"You are beaten dragon, surrender. I don't want to have to kill you, but I will."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2016 18:25:40 GMT -8
"You said the same thing to Momma, Averin Arach!" Ith snarls, outraged. He continues fighting and clawing, trying to lift himself from the rocks with very little success - doing more to wear himself out and scratch himself on the jagged rocks. "You have no qualms killing anything in your way for what you want! You humans are all the same! I HATE 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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Post by King Averin Arach on Jul 29, 2016 18:38:44 GMT -8
"You're Ith?"
Averin stopped mere feet from the dragons head. He watched it struggle uselessly against the rock as it screamed at him. Was this really that same hatchling? What in the blazes happened to it? How had it grown so much in such a small amount of time? Questions he may never get an answer to. His voice remains calm and level.
"I suppose it doesn't matter. As I recall I didn't kill your mother. I didn't even threaten violence against her unless she threatened me. I believe all I said was that I couldn't leave without the artifact and that I would defend myself. You say I have no qualms about killing? Then why didn't I just kill you to get the artifact? You were a defenseless hatchling and I had a sword. I could have run you through and left, instead I tried to talk to you. Being bad with children hardly makes me a remorseless killer."
Averin looks around the city and his blood boils again. His grip tightening on the hilt of An Dli. He wants very much just to kill this beast and be done with it. But he was a king he couldn't let his anger rule him.
"The only reason I am threatening to kill you know is because you are putting my people in danger."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2016 18:47:03 GMT -8
"You said what you needed to get what you want! You liar!" Ith screams, lunging forward and pressing hard against the pillars for some desperate attempt to snap at him with his pointed maw in hopes of getting a hold of him, though it likely wouldn't be. "And then you came back and killed Momma! You killed my brothers and sisters! You came back to finish what you started! Did you forget what you said?!"
The dragon smashed his head side to side and hit the spikes with tremendous force, but nowhere near enough to make a dent. It was clear he was far too riled into a rage. "You said monsters deserve to die! You killed them! You're the monster! I don't care about your humans - I HATE 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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Post by King Averin Arach on Jul 29, 2016 18:57:58 GMT -8
Averin stares at Ith stunned. The thrashing hadn't come close to hitting him, but the dragons words knocked the wind from him. Someone had killed the dragons mother and the other hatchlings. An act Ith was laying at his feet. The tragedy and the ridiculousness of this accusation floored him. After a moment Averin swiped his sword in a horizontal slash. The rocks covering Ith shift and move freeing the dragon. Averin keeps his eyes on the beast, hoping the unexpected act would buy him time to say his piece.
"Ith I haven't left the city in months. Ask anyone here. I couldn't have killed your mother or your siblings. I would never harm a child of any race. Who ever wronged you it wasn't me. Who told you it was? Who did this to you?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2016 19:08:25 GMT -8
The moment the rocks moved Ith went still, certainly stunned by the sudden gesture. It also took another moment or two for the dragon to right himself and get to his feet. A pair of shocked eyes met those of the king, only to suddenly shift to a darker color a second later - and with the shift came the bared teeth in a vicious sneer.
Ith lunged, aiming to clap both fore paws on Averin's chest and slam him to the ground - and keep him pinned there beneath his heavy weight, more so with a lift of his wings high overhead. Even if he missed, he had much to say.
"You were there! I saw you! You and that black sword! That magic! You grinned at me! You hit me with it! You told me to run and make it fun! You kicked me and laughed! You! If you are king of humans, then that's what your kind do - cruel monsters! I'm here to make things right, you monster!"
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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 29, 2016 19:27:16 GMT -8
Averin didn't dodge. He let out a woof as he was pressed to the ground. The magic in his armor and crown though took the brunt of the force. He draws in magic with An Dli, if things went south he'd need it to survive. He stares up at the dragon face calm, even as the fear that had been absent this fight clawed into his heart. His reply is delivered with conviction and strength.
"I do not know who you saw that day, but it was not me. If I meant you or yours harm I could have dealt it easily. In both our fight today and in the cave that day I tried to resolve things peacefully. I swear on my kingdom, on An Dli the source of my authority that I did not kill your family. I swear to you that I haven't even set foot in The Wyld in the last three months."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2016 19:38:27 GMT -8
Ith, once again, froze. His gaze seemed to soften just a touch, as if... he wanted to believe Averin. Something akin to the gaze of the sweet hatchling the man met those months ago. And then there was the flicker of darkness that returned, and the dragon snarled through gritted teeth.
Powerful claws curled in to latch onto the armor, and Ith would proceed to lift and slam the king to the ground over and over - emphasizing his next words. "You! Killed them! You! Killed them! I! Saw! You!" He would finally stop and lift his head up, gathering another charge back in his throat. From this position, Averin might see something he hadn't before - a dark, dark glow behind the plates along his underbelly, focused at the gut.
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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 29, 2016 19:41:36 GMT -8
Averin was left gasping and wheezing by the end of the slamming attacks. The crown and armor could only do so much and he was pretty sure he had a few broken ribs. He was slightly dazed, but he'd been in situations like this before. So he notes the dark glow even as he gets ready to move. At no point does his grip on An Dli lessen, mostly thanks to the ruins that prevented it from leaving his hand against his will. Wind once again began to howl as an idea formed in his head.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2016 19:50:03 GMT -8
This would prove to be a clutch moment - do or die. Ith's head would come forward, the fiery glow shining in the back of the throat as his pointed maw opened wide. This was a point blank shot of pure fire aimed to consume and ruin, if not kill, the king that was trapped beneath his claws.
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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 29, 2016 20:03:26 GMT -8
The moment Ith's head moved close Averin swung his sword. Instead of a concentrated blade of air, (which at this distance probably would have taken Ith's head off) he hammers the dragon with a tremendous gale. The wind not concentrated just on the beasts head, but on it's entire body. Averin seeks to send Ith flying backwards and away.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2016 20:08:28 GMT -8
Once again, the fire proved useless - in this case, he choked on it as the force of yet another gale slammed into him completely at that close range. Ith was sent up into the air but hardly in any position to recover by his wings - instead he was sent flipping over until he crashed onto a rooftop, and tumbled down it to land heavily on the broken road.
There... he didn't dare to get back up. He was struggling to keep from throwing up - the cross of his heavy landing, the brunt force of wind, and his choking back on his own flame making it near impossible. Needless to say, he didn't look very good from his pitiful position sprawled out along the ground.
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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 29, 2016 20:14:16 GMT -8
Averin lay gasping on the ground. Well that had worked. It takes him a few moments to struggle to his feet. Ith is laying on the ground the dragon finally beaten. The king reaches into his pouch and pulls out the rod of zinc. It was time to roll the dice one last time. Pressing it to the blade it begins to emit healing energies. He slowly limps over to Ith his stride growing more comfortable with every step. By the time he is next to the dragon he is feeling a lot better. Once he is next to the dragon he rests the flat of the blade against where he saw the darkness. This was something he'd never tried before, but he'd see how it goes. He feeds healing energy into the dragon, trying to drive whatever malevolent force had possessed it out. Using the positive energies of the zinc and the pure energy of The Wyld.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2016 20:24:06 GMT -8
Feeling the cool steel against his belly made the dragon grumble is discomfort and he trembled. When the energies began to work against the malicious source in his stomach he let out a pitiful cry, very much in distress. Averin could easily watch and see as a rippling sensation ran up from his gut and along his throat.
It wouldn't be long before Ith parted his maw and vomited on the torn cobblestone road - a mix of bile and blood and... whatever poor creature that became his meal earlier. There were three major upheavals before something new fell out past his teeth - a black, rough cut gemstone of solid onyx that was as big as a man's fist and crackled with a dark energy. It continued to warp with power even after leaving the dragon's body.
Ith, however, underwent a sudden change. His figure began to glow brightly until it was a mass of light. It shrunk to a much smaller size and faded, revealing the proper size for the young dragon - thin little frame, small arms, floppy wings and long tail. The claws and horns were hardly the monstrous threat from before, still in development. In this size, he was about as long as the king was tall.
Here, the little creature lay on the ground and didn't move save for his broken breathing - whimpering as how miserable he felt physically, and sobbing at his mental distress. Poor thing.
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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 29, 2016 20:37:06 GMT -8
Averin stalks over to the gem stone and raises his sword. He's about to destroy the wretched thing, when he thinks better of it. It will be destroyed, but not now. Not until he knew where it came from. He'd have Owein Raic'Leach take a look at it. Moving back over to the dragon he plops down next to it. He is silent for a long while, but eventually he says in a voice tinged with sympathy and resolve. "I didn't kill your family Ith." He stares out at the destruction in the street. He waves his sword and the pillars he made retreat and the rubble melts into the stone. The buildings are still damaged, but there was no clean up now, only repairs. "What will you do? Where will you go? If you need food and shelter, I will open my castle to you. I am the king of Alban and that mean I represent all the races of this land. Not just the humans. Most wouldn't count the dragons under that banner, but I do. So I will help you Ith. We will learn who killed your family and we will see them brought to justice."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2016 20:43:00 GMT -8
Ith remained where he was, not seeming to shake from his distress for several minutes. When he finally moved it was sluggish and almost painful. The little dragon dragged himself across the stones and - if allowed - would pull himself into Averin's lap in a sobbing mess, curling his long tail around the man and letting his wings flop messily upon himself as he cried and sought some comfort in the king. It seemed that, with the gem now expelled, the anger and hatred had dissipated for now.
This was the little creature Averin met those months ago.
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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 29, 2016 20:53:40 GMT -8
Averin rests a gentle hand on Ith's head and lets the dragon cry. The guard floods the street soon, but the king and the dragon are left undisturbed at Averin's orders. Whenever the dragon was ready or when he feel asleep the king would take him into the castle. There he would have a pile of cushions and blankets made up next to a warm fire. He would deposit the young dragon onto it so he could rest. Then the king would find a chair in the same room and direct the recovery from his chair. There were no deaths and only a handful of injuries. The damage could be fixed and the people were impressed with him. Not only had he fended off the dragon by himself, he'd somehow tamed it or so the story was going.
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Duchess Caridwyn An Sí
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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 Sept 30, 2016 19:06:51 GMT -8
After sneaking out to the tavern with King Averin Arach, Caridwyn ended up walking through the mostly-empty nighttime streets with the king. Her hand in his, her cloak draped around her shoulders, the stars shone brightly overhead, almost as though they were watching the king and his future bride while they enjoyed their time together. She moved closer to him as they enjoyed their leisurely stroll, leaning her head against his shoulder while her free hand came to curl around his upper arm. As she looked up at the stars, she began to speak.
"When I was younger, one of the older priestesses used to take us through the streets at night and to the ruins of the temple. She'd take us up to the tallest level, and there was a big hole in the dome, so we could see straight through to the night sky. She'd teach us about the constellations, and tell us stories about the goddess. It was always so peaceful at night, and that high up, it seemed like you could reach out and touch the stars. I've always felt most at home when the moon is out and everyone is asleep." Caridwyn wasn't normally an open person. She didn't like to talk about herself. But she wanted Averin to know her. She hoped that if he knew her, he would come to love her in return.
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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 Sept 30, 2016 19:53:33 GMT -8
Averin sighed contentedly as Caridwyn leaned against him. This was very nice this is what he wanted. To just enjoy her company, to know that he had someone who wanted him. He listens to his words and wishes he had a memory like that. Of a teacher who cared so much for her students that she'd risk coming into a hostile town. When she is done he stops for and turns pulling Caridwyn into his arms. Then without a single word he kisses her, it is a tender, deep, and loving kiss unhurried and languorous.
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