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 Dec 8, 2016 19:11:28 GMT -8
 Nothing out of the ordinary about this forest. There are no rumors, thus far. |
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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 Dec 8, 2016 19:23:24 GMT -8
The forest was quiet, save for the rapid crunch of leaves underfoot as she took herself away from the village. She took in great gulps of air while running through the thicket, pushing branches, hopping over roots, and going in a specific direction. Cerridwyn knew the woods like the back of her hand. She made it to a place that she hadn't been to since she was a child, then tripped over her own feet from her anger.
She sprawled out on the loamy earth, hands and face, as well as her pretty gown now smudged with dirt. She didn't care! She buried her face into her arm, gasping a few times to catch her breath. If she was followed, whoever did would see a beautiful clearing with an old oak in the center. The grass was long and littered with leaves, and the occasional sprinkling of wildflowers.
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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 8, 2016 20:00:03 GMT -8
Cerridwyn would hear the crunch of leaves, as a lone figure approached her at a fast walk. A voice, brimming with anger, rang out across the clearing. The voice of her father.
“All I’ve done for you, Cerridwyn, and this is how you repay me. You fight against marriage, you didn't stay at the court, and now you have the nerve to flee my presence and disobey me in front of another noble! I should never have married your mother, she was no good from the start, nothing but trouble…”
Count Raoul scowled as he spoke, fist clenched at his side. He glared at Cerridwyn with a look of contempt, his eyes filled with anger. He was continuing to move closer, now just twenty feet away from her and closing.
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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 Dec 8, 2016 20:26:02 GMT -8
She scrambled to roll over, crab walking backwards until her back hit the oak tree. The closer the figure came, the more agitated she got. No... Enough was enough, she was going to stand up and fight back. "Done for me? You've been cruel to me. Why didn't you just give me to a peasant and never have looked upon me so you didn't have such contempt in your veins? Oh, but you saw me and you used me for your own advancement."
Cerri was trembling, eyes flashing with immense anger that comes from a long fuse about to come to an end. She had never been so hurt and angry in her life, never felt the urge to go to such a dark place. She let him stalk forward, let him stalk... Imagine, if you will, a girl with no reason to believe she has any powers, nor dared even wish for any. It started small... A rock flying toward him, though she didn't physically touch the onject. Blood dripped a little from her left nostril, and something bigger happened... The sickening sound a tree makes when it was about to fall could be heard behind him... And then... it fell. THUD!!! The earth shook with the impact as it hit the ground so close to him, he'd probably feel the breeze of it's movements. He'd also definitely be able to tell she had blacked out, for her pupils had dilated big time... She didn't know she was doing things. She didn't see him as she let out a ragged cry and the ground began to crack underfoot, buckling the ground all around the clearing.
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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 9, 2016 9:20:32 GMT -8
Well, well, well… It seemed the Archduke had hit a larger jackpot than expected. So the daughter was going to follow in the footsteps of the mother. He would make use of Cerridwyn, but hopefully, he could command her obedience in a bit more of a gentle way than others.
When Cerridwyn woke up, she would find herself being held in the Archduke's arms as he made his way through the forest. His face was filled with worry and he was moving at a brisk pace considering the fact he was carrying someone. They were almost out of the forest and she might see his carriage on the nearby road, waiting for them.
Noticing she was awake, the Archduke looked down at her, a look of great sadness on his face. He spoke, although it was with great hesitation and the words were barely above a whisper.
“What happened in that forest..?”
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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.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Registered: Nov 21, 2016 19:55:28 GMT -8
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Post by Cerridwyn von Heschburg on Dec 9, 2016 9:55:34 GMT -8
Her head hurt so very badly and she was vaguely aware of that floating sensation one gets when being carried. What happened indeed? She couldn't recall what happened and tried to wrack her brain... News... Father showing up.... Anger... running... running.... falling... Everything went black, "Ugh, I think I fell," she said, unsure right at that moment.
In the wake of that power surge, blood not only trickled from her nostril, but both of her ears bled. The surge had come at cost to her body, which was a huge indication she had never done such a thing and it was a huge awakening of something she didn't know she was even capable of. "I don't feel well," complained Cerri, with just cause.
She started to close her eyes, realizing she hurt in ever pore, every joint, every bone, and every organ. She felt weak, too, like she was ill or something. Why was the Archduke carrying her, though? Her eyes popped open with the sudden comprehension of him holding her in his arms with... Sadness on his face? Blue eyes that were a near perfect match to his (though not unsettling like his) squinted against the pounding sensation they were battling, to search his face for some clues as to what was going on.
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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 9, 2016 13:06:02 GMT -8
The Archduke remained silent, solemn expression remaining on his face as he carried her, not responding to what she had said. After a few minutes, they finally reached his carriage, a driver opening the door for the Archduke. Cerridwyn would feel herself be placed on one of the seats of the carriage, laying down. Considering she wasn’t very tall and the carriage was fairly large, she would be able to stretch out fully on the seat, as if she was laying on a very small bed.
Rummaging around with some luggage, Isenbardus brought in some blankets, rolling up one to place under her head and another to put on top of her. He spoke to the drivers in a hushed tone and the carriages started moving down the road almost immediately. If she was awake enough to recognize it, she would know they were moving away from her father’s domain.
“You seem to be rather ill, Cerridwyn… Rest for now, I will speak to you about what happened at a later time. In your current condition, you simply need sleep.”
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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.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Registered: Nov 21, 2016 19:55:28 GMT -8
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Post by Cerridwyn von Heschburg on Dec 9, 2016 13:30:12 GMT -8
"Where are you taking me?" She had a look of fear on her face, but that was to be expected after all she'd endured this passed month alone. She would have sat up, but she was in too much pain. Panic welled in her chest as she lay prone in the rocking carriage, "Why aren't we going to the village?"
Regardless as to whether he replied or not, she felt darkness envelope her again, and was soon giving in to the demands of her battered body. She would sleep this way for THuj56LL2-4 days, long enough for the Archduke to make off with her to parts unknown to her...2-4
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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 9, 2016 15:59:02 GMT -8
When she awoke briefly, the Archduke would simply shush her and tell her to go back to sleep, which she did, for quite a long time as well. Although Cerridwyn wouldn’t be awake for it, the carriage would stop by a boat, used to transport the two of them back to his fortress much more rapidly than it would have been by carriage. Although she might have woken up a bit during the journey to eat, the tea given to her during this time contained herbs to make her quite sleepy. By the time she woke up fully, she would find herself at Steitz Fortress. |
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