Archduke Isenbardus
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 104
Age: 28
Physical Description: Extremely pale, white skin. His features appear to almost be chiseled by a master craftsman, no blemishes marring his face. He has long black hair that cascades across his shoulders and down his back. His eyes are piercing and bright blue in color. The eyes seem to belong to someone much older. He stands about 6'4 in height.
Clothes and Equipment: A black shirt and black pants of a fine silk, although he normally wears something over these. Typically a grayish colored leather robe that goes from his neck all the way down to his feet. The inside of it is lined with animal fur. Over this, he will wear a great cloak of various animal furs that also has a few clear colored gems hanging from the front of it near the top. He carries around a tall staff made of a silvery colored metal that is tipped with a large black diamond. It is said to have been the most valuable stone ever found by the House of Steitz mining operation and as such, the staff has been passed down for generations.
Registered: Nov 24, 2016 15:23:54 GMT -8
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Post by Archduke Isenbardus on Dec 12, 2016 21:00:31 GMT -8
The woman she shook slightly as Catalina woke her, grumbling something as she sat up in her bed. What on earth did the lady want with her at this hour? She hadn’t been very receptive at all to the books and seemed to avoid her whenever possible.
“What do you need at this godforsaken hour, Lady Catalina? You’ve been avoiding me since I’ve got here, so I’m rather confused what you’re doing waking me up in the middle of the night!”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2016 21:19:36 GMT -8
"Sh!" she cried and reached forward to clamp a hand over the woman's mouth. She slowly peeled her palm away from the woman's lips and heard her talk, gesturing to keep her voice down.
"I need your books. I need a spell for... for restoring a person's spirit..." she was trying to be vague. Even her grandmother had told her to play with human life, to take it and give it and take it and give it again could shatter a person's soul, for which there would be no help left to give at all. But Catalina had to try.
This was Ruther. Her brother. The one person in all the world that loved her more than anyone else. She had the ability, she had the power -- she had to try.
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Archduke Isenbardus
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 104
Age: 28
Physical Description: Extremely pale, white skin. His features appear to almost be chiseled by a master craftsman, no blemishes marring his face. He has long black hair that cascades across his shoulders and down his back. His eyes are piercing and bright blue in color. The eyes seem to belong to someone much older. He stands about 6'4 in height.
Clothes and Equipment: A black shirt and black pants of a fine silk, although he normally wears something over these. Typically a grayish colored leather robe that goes from his neck all the way down to his feet. The inside of it is lined with animal fur. Over this, he will wear a great cloak of various animal furs that also has a few clear colored gems hanging from the front of it near the top. He carries around a tall staff made of a silvery colored metal that is tipped with a large black diamond. It is said to have been the most valuable stone ever found by the House of Steitz mining operation and as such, the staff has been passed down for generations.
Registered: Nov 24, 2016 15:23:54 GMT -8
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Post by Archduke Isenbardus on Dec 12, 2016 21:24:23 GMT -8
The woman's eyebrows rose as if trying to escape her forehead. The girl had shown no real interest in the books and now wanted to learn necromancy!? Was she completely mad? Well, all those who practiced magic were at least a bit mad, but this was taking it to another level. That’s when it hit the woman, her brother had just died. Grief was the cause of this. But the Archduke didn’t care what the cause was, he simply wanted her to learn, therefore…
“You want to resurrect your brother, aye? Goodness girl, you’re certainly trying to move to dangerous and advanced magic. You should have practiced more like I told you to, trying to jump to this… It’s dangerous stuff, do you realize that? This isn’t just growing plants or mending wounds, this is bringing a person back to life!”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2016 21:45:59 GMT -8
"Yes, yes, yes," Catalina said, waving a hand, trying to get the woman to shut up. For all the pushing to learn and do more, she was annoyed that it was now that the woman was hesitating. "Where is the book? I need it. He needs to come back tonight, do you understand? It will be too late if we don't do it now."
Catalina's eyes were wide and they were focused. She held onto the woman's shoulders and looked her in the face... almost as if she were searching her gaze. No, searching her memory. No, definitely searching her eyes.
Suddenly, Catalina stood and she looked around the room and she found the place where she had seen in her mind's eye where the woman stored the books. Catalina moved over to it, pushing things off the trunk so they clattered gently to the floor, and then moved the trunk.
The woman had hidden the books in the floorboards so they wouldn't be found, but Catalina needed them NOW.
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Emperor Rexus Aleksander
Committed
Kaiser, Tsar, Imperator; Lord of Mankind
Roleplay posts: 79
Age: Much older than he looks.
Physical Description: A throwback to the Emperor's of old, he is extremely tall at 7'5, very muscular and generally bulky. He has has short and very neat blond hair and baby blue eyes. Powerful regal features are upon his face along with a small scar on his forehead. When extremely tired or irritated he will begin to show some wrinkles of someone much older than he would appear at first glance.
Clothes and Equipment: A massive suit of five-piece armour and a large Xiphos sword both of which are beautiful and deadly in equal measure.
Registered: Nov 22, 2016 5:22:53 GMT -8
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Post by Emperor Rexus Aleksander on Dec 13, 2016 10:04:52 GMT -8
The Emperor was awfully busy with the preparations for the Wintertide, but a letter was sent.
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Archduke Isenbardus
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 104
Age: 28
Physical Description: Extremely pale, white skin. His features appear to almost be chiseled by a master craftsman, no blemishes marring his face. He has long black hair that cascades across his shoulders and down his back. His eyes are piercing and bright blue in color. The eyes seem to belong to someone much older. He stands about 6'4 in height.
Clothes and Equipment: A black shirt and black pants of a fine silk, although he normally wears something over these. Typically a grayish colored leather robe that goes from his neck all the way down to his feet. The inside of it is lined with animal fur. Over this, he will wear a great cloak of various animal furs that also has a few clear colored gems hanging from the front of it near the top. He carries around a tall staff made of a silvery colored metal that is tipped with a large black diamond. It is said to have been the most valuable stone ever found by the House of Steitz mining operation and as such, the staff has been passed down for generations.
Registered: Nov 24, 2016 15:23:54 GMT -8
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Post by Archduke Isenbardus on Dec 13, 2016 11:12:10 GMT -8
The woman let out a long sigh as Catalina went towards where the books were stored. Well, if the girl killed herself or got herself caught, it wasn’t going to be her fault!
“Listen Catalina! If you insist on doing this type of magic, I will tell you this. You are not skilled enough to do this spell unassisted. You must set up a ritual to assist you and that ritual must be exactly as the book says or else both you and your brother will end up dead.”
Moving over to Catalina, the woman pulled up the corner of the floorboard, raising it up. Sticking her hand under it, she pulled out an old dusty book. The cover was a black leather of some sort without markings. Opening it, she turned to a certain page and handed it to Catalina.
“This if the ritual you must use if you want any hope of bringing your brother back. As I said before, you must get everything perfectly right, or it won’t work! I’m not willing to assist you in setting this up, it’s too dangerous, but you can find many of the ingredients needed for this in the wagon the Archduke sent along with you. Here’s the key to the chest in that wagon.”
Reaching into her pocket, the woman hands Catalina a set of keys.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2016 17:04:41 GMT -8
The letter from the Emperor Rexus Aleksander had arrived but was not open, set in a stack of correspondence that Lady Catalina had not yet had the heart to read. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Catalina was forced to stop and look at the woman. "Ruther is already dead," Catalina argued back flatly, trying not to let the tears overwhelm again. "And my life is worth it to bring him back." It was a tad dramatic, but it was how the brunette beauty felt. The book was finally placed in her hands and Catalina ran her fingers over it, grasping at the page that the woman said she would need in order to do the ritual. "Fine," she almost snapped at the woman and moved away from her room. Catalina left her veil behind as she moved through the castle, trying her best not to wake servants or get caught by them. She gathered the things she needed, using what she had in her greenhouse, what the Archduke had packed in the trunk, and she realized that she'd never be able to get it through the guards posted at the door without all of her things being noticed... ... so she ripped the page she needed from the book and gathered all of the things necessary into a small sack that she tucked beneath her skirts. When she made her way to where her brother was laid out in a room, she faked her tears and the guards were sympathetic to her. They didn't question when she shut the door... but there was no way for her to lock it without there being suspicion. So very quietly she moved, trying to avoid the vision of her brother in his best clothes, laid out with fresh flowers on his chest, coins on his closed eyes, bruises visible beneath his high collar around his neck. She set her candles. She drew her lines with charcoal, she set out the small candles and lit them, blowing out all the others... and then she climbed onto the same table where Ruther was located. She began to silently cry as she murmured the words she was supposed to murmur, reaching for the knife that split her hand open, which she then used to hold onto Ruther's own. She murmured the spell over and over, and the candles began to flare, and then a creeping cold came over the room and everything was silent and dark. Catalina stopped speaking in the darkness, trembling not from the cold but from fear. The voice that was speaking was silken, smooth. [ Click here to hear the Voice in the Darkness] ". . . w h a t . . . d o s t t h o u w a n t . . . ?"
It made her tremble. Made her shake. But she spoke. "I want my brother returned to me." It was long moments before the voice spoke again in the quiet... quiet darkness. " . . . w h a t w i l s t t h o u g i v e . . . ?"
Catalina felt a moment of fear. She hadn't prepared. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know what to offer. ". . . i s h i s l i f e w o r t h n a u g h t . . . ?"
"No! No, his life is worth everything." ". . . t h e n t h o u w i l s t g i v e e v e r y t h i n g . . . ?"
She swallowed. She whet her lips. The voice was almost caressing in its elegance. It tasted of butter and deliciousness. It stroked along her skin and it soothed her and it comforted her and she felt fear but she felt power and pleasure and decadence as well. "Will my life be forfeit, too?" ". . . i w i l l g r a n t h i m l i f e. h e s h a l l w a l k a s t h o u s h a l t w a l k, s p e a k a s t h o u s h a l t s p e a k . . . b u t t h o u m u s t s i g n w i t h i n m y b o o k . . ."
Catalina felt her hair stroked away from her neck, herd the quiet step of a hoof, the first movement behind her. And in her free hand she felt a quill, and another hand guide it to a paper yet unseen. Her other hand clenched tightly around Ruther's pale dead one that did not grip hers back. She swallowed. She could hardly breathe... but in the darkness she signed, and as her quill left paper, the sensation was gone. The darkness was suddenly just that -- darkness, and nothing had changed. Catalina's breathing became heavier and she slid off the table where she had sat with her brother. She stumbled for the matches she brought, tried to find a candle and lit its wick. The sudden burst of light revealed -- nothing but the room she was in, Ruther still dead upon the table. Catalina moved toward Ruther and tears began to shake her body. There was no change! There was no difference. She set the candle down and she leaned forward to Ruther's face... and she gently kissed his lips, sobbing a little against his face as her tears splashed against his cheeks. And suddenly he sat up, gasping for air, coins pinging to the ground. He was shouting, shouting loudly and reaching out in front of him in terror and horror and Catalina fell to the ground as the door opened and the guards rushed into the darkness.
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Adrian von Heschburg
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 209
Age: 34
Physical Description: A well-built man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 175 lbs. Adrian was a Vessian knight, and his upbringing molded him into a man befitting of his status. Constant activity in service to the Brotherhood has only enhanced his physique.
He has short, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and an overall handsome appearance. One might see a hint of innocence buried beneath regret and heartbreak.
Clothes and Equipment: Adrian wears either mail or plate armor, along with a white surcoat depicting a black cross. He also wears a cloak that covers his body when necessary. At times he may choose to wear a helmet.
His choice weapon is usually a longsword, used in conjunction with a heater shield. On horseback he adds a lance to his arsenal. Adrian may carry a Vessian hand crossbow and bolts if he feels it is appropriate.
Like most Brothers, his horse is always white.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 4:33:51 GMT -8
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Post by Adrian von Heschburg on Dec 13, 2016 18:13:13 GMT -8
If there any laborers toiling in the orchards or wheat fields, they would have spotted a carriage and eight horsemen. The head of this charge was Adrian von Heschburg, Protospatharius, Count of Swavia, and senior officer of the Brothers. At one of his flanks rode Klaus, his loyal squire, followed by his Vessian wardog Shagger. There were also six Brother Knights, including Brother Johann. Adrian and the Knights were all equipped in their standard plate armor, complete with white surcoats and cloaks, emblazoned with the Black Cross of the Audrian Order. The carriage was drawn by two white horses. It was of an elaborate design, made of fine-crafted wood that was durable and light. The metal frame underneath helped to ensure its occupants enjoyed a ride that was not uncomfortable. The interior contained soft, cushioned seats, silk curtains, and fine pillows. And who was the rider of this magnificent carriage? None other than the fiancee of Adrian: Cerridwyn von Heschburg. Her carriage was being directed by a driver who had been hired back at Steitz Fortress, where the vehicle was also purchased. The only addition the Brothers made were two banners which hung at the rear: one of the Vessian Empire, the other of Brotherhood. The retinue made its way down the road and towards Castle Reinholdt. "My Love," Adrian called to Cerri, coming closer to the carriage. "We have arrived." Adrian's voice was solemn and sad, for the brother of @catalina had died just recently. Adrian had experienced one of the greatest moments in his life when he proposed to Cerri, and now Catalina was suffering through the loss of a loved one; life could truly present itself as a terrible calamity whenever it wished. They had received the news quite quickly and made preparations to attend Ruther's funeral. Cerridwyn would have been given ample time and coin to acquire whatever she needed. Adrian and his Knights would pause before they go close to the funeral procession, for they did not wish to disturb the event with their neighing horses. They would dismount and wait to be received. Adrian would assist Lady Cerridwyn when she exited the carriage, with Klaus providing a step-stool for her to stand upon when she did exit.
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Cerridwyn von Heschburg
Dedicated
Just a pawn.
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: 20
Physical Description: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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Height: 5'4" - about average.
Weight: 105-110 lbs
Hair: Curly, dark brown
Eyes: Very blue
Skin: Fair
Race: Human
Has a heart shaped birth mark on her belly that nobody knows about but her family.
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Wears the traditional garb of medieval ladies:
Kirtle (the outer gown) of fine fabrics like silk and velvet
Shift or Chemise (Undergown)
Girdle -(Belt, not shape wear) with a sheath for a jeweled dagger used for eating.
Sometimes she wears different head pieces such as:
Snood, cauls, barbs, etc
And footwear usually consists of slippers
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Registered: Nov 21, 2016 19:55:28 GMT -8
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Post by Cerridwyn von Heschburg on Dec 14, 2016 17:07:59 GMT -8
She exited the carriage quietly. She had not protested the carriage, though she probably could have ridden like everone else, she was a very good horsewoman. She had sent word to her fa--- the Count that she would be married soon to Adrian, and to please ship her belongings and dowry, she would never bother him again.
Little did she know that the Emperor had paid a little visit and they were now looking fir someone who was not missing.
She, too, was morose as she moved to her betrothed's side, having liked Cat's brother and having secretly hoped he would be her suitor until Adrian had come along. It seemed wrong for all of this to have happened... He had been young and full of life. Poor Cat was lijely devistated, she thought and sighed.
"I wonder how the family is doing... Cat must be heartbroken, I know she was clise to her brother." She had sad eyes as she peered toward the castle.
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Lord Ruther
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Roleplay posts: 3
Registered: Dec 13, 2016 18:36:16 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Ruther on Dec 14, 2016 18:11:09 GMT -8
Death was not something he had intended on encountering so young in his life. He had a great deal more to accomplish, to learn, to try. He needed to be there, for his sister. His dear sister, who he loved and cherished above all else. But death often came to those not ready, and Ruther was no exception. It hurt a lot less than he anticipated, after the initial fall. He had felt the pain of his broken arm, and then that horrid snap, like the great cracking of a large branch – he’d felt it through his entire body. And then he felt nothing. Death claimed him, and he could not fight. His spirit was willing but the vessel could give no more, and so he was forced to go.
It was.. quiet. At first the silence was so loud, he thought he might go mad. When he reminded himself that dead men couldn’t possibly go mad, he felt a little better. Where he was, he knew not. Only that he could see and blink and speak, but there was nothing to see. No one to talk to. After a time, he gave up on doing either. Occasionally, he could hear things. A sob. The sound of his sisters voice. Her pain was like a physical thing that transcended the veil, and he ached for her. He tried calling out to her in vain, but if she heard him, she gave no sign.
Time.. p a s s e d. . s l ow l y. He was finding.. some kind of peace. Was this how it went for everyone after they died? Are they kept here in this limbo until they find some kind of contentment in the situation? Had mother and father endured the same? He would see them soon..
At some point, he became aware of something.. tugging at him. The most annoying sensation, that began more like a gnat buzzing about his face, and slowly grew into the frustration he felt when Cat would taunt him playfully when they were small. The sensation grew and grew until he wasn’t simply being tugged, he was beingtorn apart. He tried to fight it. Something was trying to take him from this place, he knew, and he was more than resistant. He was about to achieve peace, he was about to see his parents – it would NOT be taken from him. He didn’t realise it, but he began to scream. He screamed and screamed until his vocal chords strained and bruised, until he went hoarse. Sudden pain wracked his body, made him feel as though lightning was shooting through him from head to foot. He blinked, and suddenly he was no longer in his quiet solitude, he was laying on a cold stone bench in an equally cold room. He recognised it immediately, but the screaming would not stop. He looked atrocious, his face as pale as snow, his back and buttocks and legs all the most horrid shade of purpled bruising, thanks to the settling of his blood. Now it his heart pumped again and demanded sustenance, drawing that dormant blood back to his core. That was the sensation of being torn apart, blood moving through muscle and tissue, past veins and tendons to get back to where it belonged.
He struggled to stand, not realising it was Catalina hovering over him.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 13:49:19 GMT -8
She rushed onto her feet, breathless, her eyes burning with tears as her hands reached for Ruther in the pale light of the candle that still flickered. "Ruther, Ruther, Ruther," she said to him, trying to get his attention, trying to get him to calm down. Her hands were on him and he was cold -- still very, very cold, but he was alive and moving, and he was ALIVE and MOVING.
"Ruther, it's me, it's Catalina, it's Cat, Ruther, Ruther," Catalina was saying, saying whatever she needed to say as tears were falling from her beautiful eyes at the sight of her brother back and alive. She cupped his face and turned his gaze onto her own and dipped her forehead to his. "It's me, Ruther. It's Cat."
The guards that had burst into the room stood flummoxed, unable to comprehend what they saw. The poor light of the candle made it difficult for them to see any of the other ... 'things' ... Cat had needed in order to bring Ruther back to life; they were too focused on the fact that Lord Ruther had seemed to return from the dead.
"By the Saints..." one murmured and fell to his knees in awe of Ruther.
"He has returned, he has returned," said another.
THeir voices reminded Cat that they were there and she turned briefly to them. "Hurry! Make sure his rooms are prepared. We'll need a bath." And she needed to get them out of the room. It was 3am in the morning, and there was much that needed to be done.
Especially since now there was no body for the funeral that was supposed to happen tomorrow.
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Adrian von Heschburg
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 209
Age: 34
Physical Description: A well-built man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 175 lbs. Adrian was a Vessian knight, and his upbringing molded him into a man befitting of his status. Constant activity in service to the Brotherhood has only enhanced his physique.
He has short, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, and an overall handsome appearance. One might see a hint of innocence buried beneath regret and heartbreak.
Clothes and Equipment: Adrian wears either mail or plate armor, along with a white surcoat depicting a black cross. He also wears a cloak that covers his body when necessary. At times he may choose to wear a helmet.
His choice weapon is usually a longsword, used in conjunction with a heater shield. On horseback he adds a lance to his arsenal. Adrian may carry a Vessian hand crossbow and bolts if he feels it is appropriate.
Like most Brothers, his horse is always white.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 4:33:51 GMT -8
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Post by Adrian von Heschburg on Dec 27, 2016 5:01:34 GMT -8
Adrian would find a servant of @catalina, leading Cerridwyn von Heschburg and the other Knight's with him. "Excuse me, I am Brother Adrian, and this is Lady Cerridwyn. We're here to attend Lord Ruther's funeral."
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Lord Ruther
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Roleplay posts: 3
Registered: Dec 13, 2016 18:36:16 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Ruther on Dec 29, 2016 15:02:09 GMT -8
He was caught, somewhere. His mind stuck between reality and the serene quietude he'd just come from. He thrashed against Catalina's grip, and her voice sounded foreign in his ears. Foreign, and terribly loud.
Everything was so loud.
He could hear his heart beating, could hear the suck and whir of blood moving through his veins. At once, he raised a hand to strike her, only catching the right glimpse of her face - her eyes, tear stained cheeks, the dimples of their mother - and he paused.
His own expression was one of mixed horror and disbelief. His tender touch to her face was a sharp contrast to his anger moments ago. His voice felt like sandpaper against his throat, his tongue heavy and cumbersome.
Servants rushed around, making for Ruther's private quarters, preparing it for his bathing and dressing. Food. Some powders to make him look a little less dead.
"Cat, my sweet Cat.." he murmured, his hands cupping her face a little more firmly now. "What have you done..?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2017 13:05:49 GMT -8
She hugged him TIGHTLY, her eyes shut as tears trailed down her face. He was back, he was back, he was back, a mantra that rang out in her mind and erased -- for the moment -- the velvet voice of the Darkness that had brought him to her. "Go with the servants. I'll be with you soon," she murmured into his ear and she kissed both of his cheeks.
She had to move away from him, and once he was gone, she fixed up the funeral room, doing her best to clean it and quickly. Her dark hair was tousled, her gown a little powder-strewn, but when she left, the place was in relative shape... save for what Ruther had destroyed of the flowers and coins left upon or near his body.
She rushed to his quarters, presumably after he'd bathed and been helped to dress. The servants were in dumb-struck awe of him, but there were tears in their eyes too -- of joy. Everyone had loved Ruther. Everyone had known the trials that he had gone through. Everyone had agreed that it had been too soon for him to die.
But he wasn't dead, was he?
Catalina moved into the room and shut the door, and she reached for him again, hugging him close, pressing her heart to his chest that had by now begun to warm again, where a heart beat faintly inside. "Thank God I have you back," she murmured, feeling relief in every part of her body.
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"You haven't heard, sir?" the knights of Reinholdt said to Adrian, to Cerridwyn. There was an obvious happiness in their faces, a kind of awed look in their gazes as they looked. "Lord Ruther isn't dead!" they exclaimed.
The steward came down, obviously harried -- but he seemed joyful even for it. The entire castle -- as humble as it was -- was decorated for a funeral, but now with the joy of the servants and the household, it seemed more a celebration.
"Sir, My Lady," he said to them both. "My most humble apologies that we did not greet you sooner. Please come in, come in. It is a miraculous day. A miraculous day!"
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Lord Ruther
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Roleplay posts: 3
Registered: Dec 13, 2016 18:36:16 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Ruther on Jan 2, 2017 16:15:02 GMT -8
None of this felt right. He felt as though he was skewed slightly to the right, everything else but him in its natural alignment. Colours were dull, muted but his sense of hearing seemed, heightened. Or maybe, after hearing nothing for so long, it just seemed that way. Catalina pulled away from him, her voice still an echo in his ears. Everything was moving much too fast for his liking - all this rushing and fussing. He'd just woken from his dead slumber, and here he was to be primped and preened, as if it mattered? He was led through to his chambers, where he bathed (or rather was bathed you others) and dressed. When a servant approached him with rouge for his cheeks, he declined. At the servants insistence, a sweeping backhand that sent the little brass compact skittering across the floor closed the conversation. Ruther's dark mood did not go unnoticed among the staff, but most thought it fair, considering what he had been through. How long would it last, was the question on all their lips.
When his sister returned to him, embraced him, flooded his senses with her affections, he felt that same, unspoken affinity with her. Even death could not take that from them. She thanked god, and he stiffened. "This is no work of god, my sister. What did you do to get me back? What chips did you bargain with to make this dark deal?" He could feel his anger rising, and mentally forced himself to calm. "I feel half a man."
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Cerridwyn von Heschburg
Dedicated
Just a pawn.
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: 20
Physical Description: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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Height: 5'4" - about average.
Weight: 105-110 lbs
Hair: Curly, dark brown
Eyes: Very blue
Skin: Fair
Race: Human
Has a heart shaped birth mark on her belly that nobody knows about but her family.
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Clothes and Equipment: ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wears the traditional garb of medieval ladies:
Kirtle (the outer gown) of fine fabrics like silk and velvet
Shift or Chemise (Undergown)
Girdle -(Belt, not shape wear) with a sheath for a jeweled dagger used for eating.
Sometimes she wears different head pieces such as:
Snood, cauls, barbs, etc
And footwear usually consists of slippers
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Registered: Nov 21, 2016 19:55:28 GMT -8
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Post by Cerridwyn von Heschburg on Jan 2, 2017 20:27:14 GMT -8
She gave a glad cry and hugged Adrian, for though she hadn't known Ruther much other than mostly admiring the young man from afar, she cared deeply about his sister. "Praise the divine one!" She said breathily as she pulled away from her betrothed.
Cerri reached out to gently touch the arm of thesteward in hopes of comforting, and said "Think nothing of it! You all have had much excitement and shock coming your way. His Lordship amd I have not had to wait as long as you tink, we have only just arrived a short time aho and the wait was more than understandable."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2017 16:07:27 GMT -8
TIME SKIP AHOOYY!
When those were gathered for the funeral, Catalina stood with Ruther, dressed in a gown that would be worth the audience that waited for them. There was no casket for any of them to look at, and since the flowers had been gathered, Catalina had ordered them to stay. Her stomach was in knots, her palms sweaty.
She had done black magic and now she'd have to pass it off as a miracle.
She swallowed and looked at Ruther. Was he still angry with her? A moment of weakness on her part had perhaps led to their deaths... well. For Ruther, it would be a second death. A second time having to deal with the pain and loneliness.
Her hands began to shake as she heard the steward try to bring everyone to a calm quiet. So many were seated out there, she knew. Her heart was pounding in her chest, almost rattling her ribcage. And when it came time, she looked at Ruther, hidden away from the crowds and she twined her fingers with his.
They would do this together.
So together, they walked into the light and revealed that Lord Ruther was not dead... but very much alive. A miracle.
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