Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on May 5, 2016 21:02:42 GMT -8
Naenia let her hands fall and raised her head, looking at Jayce curiously. He was so.. distant. Did he not want to be here..? That simply wouldn't do. Her jaw firmed as she sat up, pressing her hands to the cushion behind her and leaning her weight back on her arms. "Paladin, I get the impression that you are a man of your word who would never shirk his duty.. but I do not like the idea of you remaining to assist me simply because Lord Spero asked you to. If this is the case, please, do not feel obligated to remain. I can care for Aechon on my own."
She didn't let it show on her face that she wasn't at all sure about the truth of that statement, but it flickered briefly in her gaze, unbeknownst to her. And yet she somehow felt that maybe she was a little off base. He was so good with Aechon, and acted like a father.. but he was so young.. and yet there was that sense of wisdom about him... The man was a puzzle. Naenia liked solving puzzles, but she didn't have enough pieces to do that with him. It bothered her. And that it bothered her, made her a little angry. Mostly with herself. Hadn't she learned her lesson about being fascinated by men, yet? The answer to that was apparently 'no'.
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Jayce Istilix
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 146
Physical Description: Jayce stands at an imposing six foot three with broad shoulders and a powerful frame. His features are striking and powerful, a square jaw, commanding silver eyes, and short white hair. His expression is usually one of grim determination, though he can be encouraged to smile or laugh under the right circumstances. Though he is human and incredible old his clean shaven face is smooth and unlined.
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Clothes and Equipment: His primary weapon is a great sword dubbed The Covenant of Faith. It is a holy weapon that is bane to evil and it is said it will only break if it's wielder does. He usually dresses in ordained steel plate armor. This armor is resistant to magical attack as well as evil energies.
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Post by Jayce Istilix on May 5, 2016 21:17:06 GMT -8
Jayce does not shift in his chair or open his eyes. Indeed for several long moments he gives no visible sign he heard her. Just when Naenia may be feeling annoyed or compelled to repeat herself he cracks an eye and stares at her. The silver orb seems to see through her as though he knows what is happening in her very soul. It is the same look Spero gave her, but different. Spero's eyes had held sympathy, Jayce's eyes though held empathy. Spero had understood her pain, in that moment it seemed as though the paladin had lived it. He speaks his tone severe and uncompromising.
"You are right I am not one to shirk my duty. I also do not break my promises. I told the boy I would help him and I will. Not just because I was asked to, or because I said I would, but because I want to. Aechon needs all the help he can get."
The paladin closes his eyes again. Another long moment passes and then he speaks. His deep rumbling voice holding a hint of compassion.
"You have been hurt Guardian. Somebody has broken your heart. It is not just what happened to the boy, but something else. If you wish to speak of it I will listen and not judge."
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on May 5, 2016 21:47:06 GMT -8
The lack of response from the Paladin did indeed irritate her.. mostly because she was starting to wonder why she'd spoken at all. Just when she was about to give up in disgust and go get a book, Naenia was seemingly rooted in place by the gleam of a silvery eye. The force of that look knocked the breath from her, and she recoiled instinctively. She didn't like how he looked into her like that.. much like Spero, but.. deeper. As though he knew her pain just as intimately as she did. Her wings pulled in around her body, as though that would shield her from the gravity of his gaze. She relaxed when he said he wanted to stay, though, and nodded.
"That is all I wanted. Thank you, Paladin." She just wanted him to stay for the boy's sake, and because he wanted to. Before she really had a chance to say or do anything else, he was speaking again, and his words seemed to hit her like a physical blow. She exhaled sharply, then inhaled again just as sharply as she flinched back, curling her wings around herself in an openly defensive gesture. Her head lowered and she grimaced. How did they do that? Him and Spero both, now, had looked inside her, and it was unsettling. Naenia didn't know how they did it, but she absolutely did not like it. She peered mistrustfully past her wings as they fluffed - he'd ruffled her feathers, both literally and figuratively.
"..You are right. My heart has been broken. You say you will not judge? Not even an angel who was naive and foolish enough to fall in love with a demon, only for the expected to happen, and for her to end up heartbroken and alone?" Bitterness tinged her tone as she sank behind her wings again, lowering her head to hide the pain that filled her features. This was the first time she'd spoken of Samael and what had happened to her, and her heart felt like it was trying to rip itself into pieces. There were no tears, however.. she'd cried herself dry over that evil bastard.
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Jayce Istilix
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 146
Physical Description: Jayce stands at an imposing six foot three with broad shoulders and a powerful frame. His features are striking and powerful, a square jaw, commanding silver eyes, and short white hair. His expression is usually one of grim determination, though he can be encouraged to smile or laugh under the right circumstances. Though he is human and incredible old his clean shaven face is smooth and unlined.
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Clothes and Equipment: His primary weapon is a great sword dubbed The Covenant of Faith. It is a holy weapon that is bane to evil and it is said it will only break if it's wielder does. He usually dresses in ordained steel plate armor. This armor is resistant to magical attack as well as evil energies.
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Registered: Apr 29, 2016 21:27:45 GMT -8
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Post by Jayce Istilix on May 6, 2016 7:26:35 GMT -8
Another long moment of silence. Was he doing that just to annoy her or did he simply weigh his words before speaking.
"There is an old saying among humans. It is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. It is not uncommon for someone to give their heart to someone who is the opposite of themselves. There is a certain appeal to those who are everything we are not. I can see how an angel might do so with a demon. You say the results were expected? Perhaps this is so. Still if I were you I would not regret loving the demon, only regret that he could not return it. You gave him something of immeasurable value and he turned it down. Though you are right it isn't surprising he did so given his nature."
Jayce lapses into silence for another moment. After a time he cracks an eye again and says with a trace of humor.
"I was wrong I did judge you. You have risen in my estimation. Still if you meet this demon again I would recommend against hesitating. Strike him down. Unlike Spero I do not believe in second chances."
He closes his eye and falls into silence once again.
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on May 6, 2016 9:56:22 GMT -8
Shifting one wing just a fraction and raising her head, Naenia peered past the feathery barrier at him, emotions playing across her face. First suspicion, then surprise, then skepticism, and finally a simmering anger. When he fell silent, she thought he was done speaking.. and of course what he said next shocked her visibly, her eyes rounding in amazement. She had risen in his esteem..? Why? She remained obviously puzzled although she nodded in agreement with his final statement. It took her several long moments to gather her scattered thoughts into something approaching cohesion, and to speak them, trying to keep her emotions out of her voice.
"My only true regret is that I gave my body to him. I wish now that I had not been so hasty, so eager to hope that he would..." She shook her head, cutting that trail of thought off before it could truly form. She had hoped that by giving him her body, it would somehow urge him to give her his heart in return. "And you are correct.. as it pertains to him.. he will not be given another chance, as he wasted the ones he was already graced with. But I.. I must ask..." Her wings peeled back a bit more, revealing a curious look on her face as she gazed intently at him. "..why does knowing this improve my standing in your esteem?"
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Jayce Istilix
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 146
Physical Description: Jayce stands at an imposing six foot three with broad shoulders and a powerful frame. His features are striking and powerful, a square jaw, commanding silver eyes, and short white hair. His expression is usually one of grim determination, though he can be encouraged to smile or laugh under the right circumstances. Though he is human and incredible old his clean shaven face is smooth and unlined.
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Clothes and Equipment: His primary weapon is a great sword dubbed The Covenant of Faith. It is a holy weapon that is bane to evil and it is said it will only break if it's wielder does. He usually dresses in ordained steel plate armor. This armor is resistant to magical attack as well as evil energies.
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Registered: Apr 29, 2016 21:27:45 GMT -8
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Post by Jayce Istilix on May 6, 2016 11:46:55 GMT -8
"You tried. You tried to love, you tried to redeem, you tried. You should never feel shame for daring to hope. Perhaps you were over eager, but better over eager than indolent. Too many of your kind are either complacent or they are zealots. You actually seem to be trying though, but that is one old man's opinion. Take it with a grain of salt."
Jayce opens his eyes fully as he speaks. He leans forward so she can see the sincerity in them, not just hear it in his voice. Once he is done he leans back into his chair and closes them again.
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on May 6, 2016 12:00:00 GMT -8
Jayce's explanation was taken in silence, her expression thoughtful. So he thought much like Spero, then, impressed that she had at least attempted to have faith and love a demon. It had turned out terribly for her, of course, but perhaps that was, as she'd said, to be expected. Could demons truly change their ways? Could they find it in their hearts to love? At that thought, Naenia's expression closed off. It didn't matter whether or not they could love, at least not now: She was through with Samael, and if she ever saw him again, there would be no mercy. Her heart was a broken shell.. and she had no desire to see it repaired. What good would a heart do her? Mustering a small, grim smile, she glanced at Jayce, only to see his eyes closed once more.
"Thank you for your kind words, Paladin." The sorry excuse for a smile disappeared, and she unfurled her wings, then stood from her seat and wandered away. She moved into the stacks of books around them until she was sure she wasn't visible, and then she moved up to the nearest bookcase, leaning her brow against the leather spines of the books in front of her, her eyes closed. She had been trying to forget the Samael thing.. having Jayce bring it up, and confessing her stupidity, hurt more than she wanted to admit.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2016 23:29:19 GMT -8
Aechon didn't know how long he had been asleep. All he knew was he awoke in darkness. He couldn't see past his hands balled up at his chin, but he knew he was lying down and a blanket was draped over him. He felt out of place... like this wasn't home. This wasn't his bed. His eyes snapped wide open, despite the lack of vision, and they searched around in the dark. His heart began to hammer in his chest, his breaths coming out in almost frantic pants.
Where was he? "... M-Mother...? M-Mother, are you there?" he whispers into the dark, not moving a muscle. "... father?"
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Jayce Istilix
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 146
Physical Description: Jayce stands at an imposing six foot three with broad shoulders and a powerful frame. His features are striking and powerful, a square jaw, commanding silver eyes, and short white hair. His expression is usually one of grim determination, though he can be encouraged to smile or laugh under the right circumstances. Though he is human and incredible old his clean shaven face is smooth and unlined.
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Clothes and Equipment: His primary weapon is a great sword dubbed The Covenant of Faith. It is a holy weapon that is bane to evil and it is said it will only break if it's wielder does. He usually dresses in ordained steel plate armor. This armor is resistant to magical attack as well as evil energies.
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Registered: Apr 29, 2016 21:27:45 GMT -8
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Post by Jayce Istilix on May 7, 2016 10:44:34 GMT -8
Jayce clambers from his chair when Aechon awakens. He moves across the room slowly and sits down near the boy. His sleep addled mind had forgotten the trauma and was now panicking. Despite the boys fear it seemed cruel to awaken him fully. To bring him back to the reality he would have to face. Still Aechon would have to learn how to deal with this slowly.
"I am here little soldier. You are safe."
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on May 7, 2016 11:12:23 GMT -8
The magical lamp at the crown of the room had dimmed as night progressed further until it was extinguished completely. At some point before that, Naenia had retreated to one of the library's window seats, and was gazing out the window at the moonlit expanse of the forest outside the temple's walls. When she heard Aechon stir, she roused herself from the window and stood, moving to his side, only to find Jayce already there. That didn't stop her, however. She simply perched herself on the arm of the couch where the boy had been sleeping and reached down, gently combing her fingers through his hair as she spoke in a soft, soothing tone.
"You need not fear, little one. We are both here." Her gaze caught Jayce's in the wan glow of the moon's light, filtering in through the windows, and she gave him a small, grateful smile.
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2016 13:37:53 GMT -8
The soothing voices initially scared him, until his mind cleared. No, they weren't strangers. This was Miss Nae and the holy knight... good people. And it sank in quickly that Mother and Father weren't coming back. That's right... they had been killed. He wouldn't be able to see them ever again. The realization stabbing into his soul brought his head to thump weakly on the small cushion under his head. He was on a couch... this is where they put him to sleep. It was amazing he slept at all.
A very sunken and depressed "Oh" came from Aechon's mouth as he tried to sink into the couch. He hurt in ways he couldn't describe. He just wanted to sink into the cushions and go away...
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Jayce Istilix
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 146
Physical Description: Jayce stands at an imposing six foot three with broad shoulders and a powerful frame. His features are striking and powerful, a square jaw, commanding silver eyes, and short white hair. His expression is usually one of grim determination, though he can be encouraged to smile or laugh under the right circumstances. Though he is human and incredible old his clean shaven face is smooth and unlined.
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Clothes and Equipment: His primary weapon is a great sword dubbed The Covenant of Faith. It is a holy weapon that is bane to evil and it is said it will only break if it's wielder does. He usually dresses in ordained steel plate armor. This armor is resistant to magical attack as well as evil energies.
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Post by Jayce Istilix on May 7, 2016 14:49:34 GMT -8
Even the implacable and stony face of the old knight cracked at that utterance. The sorrow and empathy plain on Jayce's face. The boy was too young to have such tragedy thrust upon him. It had been times like this that could make another question their faith. Jayce though was resolute, both in his faith, and his determination to help this boy. He also knew there were no words he could say to make things better. The boy needed two things time and support. Jayce would ensure he had as much as he needed of both. For a moment the paladin wants to scoop the boy up in a hug, but he doesn't. Perhaps at another time when he wasn't encased in an iron shell.
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on May 7, 2016 15:07:20 GMT -8
That simple, defeated sound coming from the boy's little form twisted Naenia's heart in a painful manner. Jayce might not be able to hold him, but she was certainly capable. Reaching down, she gently lifted Aechon from his place on the couch and slid down onto it herself. Nestling herself carefully in the corner and settling the boy in her embrace, she adjusted her wings so that they were curled forward around both her body and his, and guided his head to rest on her shoulder. With her legs stretched out and him enveloped in a cocoon of arms and wings, she gently petted his hair as she rocked slowly from side to side, and began to hum a quiet song.
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2016 15:18:35 GMT -8
He didn't fight her a bit, a limp doll in her arms as she moved him to sit in her lap and hold him. His wings remained curled up along his back and around his figure in some little feathery barrier of protection - from what, remained to be seen. Or perhaps it was an embrace of solitude. Hearing Miss Nae begin to sing offered little reprieve from his anguish that left his young soul in tatters. He simply eased his eyes shut and tried to relax into her hold, a few tears that managed to escape the flood spilling over and running down his cheeks. The world appeared so grim... what was he to do now?
He wanted his mother and father - they could tell him, and make everything better. But they were gone. Thus the painful cycle of grief and mourning continued to turn.
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Jayce Istilix
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 146
Physical Description: Jayce stands at an imposing six foot three with broad shoulders and a powerful frame. His features are striking and powerful, a square jaw, commanding silver eyes, and short white hair. His expression is usually one of grim determination, though he can be encouraged to smile or laugh under the right circumstances. Though he is human and incredible old his clean shaven face is smooth and unlined.
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Clothes and Equipment: His primary weapon is a great sword dubbed The Covenant of Faith. It is a holy weapon that is bane to evil and it is said it will only break if it's wielder does. He usually dresses in ordained steel plate armor. This armor is resistant to magical attack as well as evil energies.
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Post by Jayce Istilix on May 7, 2016 18:33:08 GMT -8
Jayce adds his own deep baritone to Naenia's humming. Surprisingly his voice blends well with hers. The night is long and he knows the child needs to rest again. He does not use magic this time though. The boy needed to get this out of his system, it may as well start now. Jayce hoped that in the weeks and months to come the pain would subside to a dull ache. For now though it was a fresh gaping wound that needed to be aired to avoid going septic.
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on May 7, 2016 18:38:12 GMT -8
Naenia didn't stop humming when Jayce joined her, although she did shoot him a brief look of surprise.. before her features softened. He really was trying to help.. and he seemed to genuinely care. Something within her seemed to relax and slowly start to come back together, and she dragged her gaze away from the paladin, looking down at the boy she held. She could feel his tears against her flesh, dampening the fabric of her dress, and her heart ached for him. There was so little they could do, he was old enough that the loss would be with him for a while.. but hopefully young enough that he would be able to bounce back. All she could do for now was what she was doing: Try to soothe him, provide comfort, and be there when he needed her. She rested her cheek against the top of Aechon's head and looked over at Jayce as they hummed to him.
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2016 22:45:59 GMT -8
Somewhere through their song, the boy began to fall into darkness once more. Sadly it wasn't a comforting one. Though the lullaby reminded him very much of his parents and would normally lay him in the gentle clouds of a dream, the pain made them disperse - sending him falling into a void. What lay in there remained to be seen. All that was certain was there was no easy rest. Not anymore. Exhaustion and recuperation demanded he sleep, and thus he would. There was little else that could be done. Come morning, it would be a miracle if he wanted to rise to greet the dawn.
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Jayce Istilix
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 146
Physical Description: Jayce stands at an imposing six foot three with broad shoulders and a powerful frame. His features are striking and powerful, a square jaw, commanding silver eyes, and short white hair. His expression is usually one of grim determination, though he can be encouraged to smile or laugh under the right circumstances. Though he is human and incredible old his clean shaven face is smooth and unlined.
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Clothes and Equipment: His primary weapon is a great sword dubbed The Covenant of Faith. It is a holy weapon that is bane to evil and it is said it will only break if it's wielder does. He usually dresses in ordained steel plate armor. This armor is resistant to magical attack as well as evil energies.
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Post by Jayce Istilix on May 8, 2016 10:47:45 GMT -8
Jayce slowly stopped singing once the boy fell asleep. He gives Naenia a firm nod and ambles to his feet. He has a sudden desire for fresh air, so he move towards one of the windows and props it open. Starring out into the night he purses his lips in thought. There was much to look into and much to do. The issue was finding the best way to help Aechon cope.
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on May 8, 2016 11:24:16 GMT -8
Naenia continued to hum for a short time after Aechon fell back to sleep, then she shifted her position. She didn't need to sleep, not often anyway, but she didn't want to risk moving and disturb the boy. She turned her head to watch Jayce as he moved to the window, her gaze filled with a thoughtful gleam. After a few long minutes of this, she closed her eyes and snuggled down into the couch with Aechon in her arms, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2016 13:18:31 GMT -8
It would be some time after the sunrise that Aechon awoke, feeling no better than when he had laid down. He was curled up in the arms of Miss Nae, who had fallen asleep with him apparently. At this moment... he felt empty and numb. He didn't know what to do. From here he would try to quietly wiggle from her hold and slide off the couch. He hoped he didn't wake her, or that the strong warrior didn't see him. He just wanted to be alone... yet he really wanted company at the same time. He was conflicted on a number of levels. For now... he would just trudge around the library, find the doors leading out, and aimlessly begin to wander.
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