Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Feb 6, 2020 11:54:16 GMT -8
The aforementioned swordmage was the Prince of Mithlonde, charged with the defense of the city from all foes. And this particular foe was rather nasty, a beast of an orc who through brute force and some surprisingly shrewd diplomacy had united a large number of the orc tribes in this section of the ruins.
This made him Feanor's top target, and a series of maneuvers had led to the battle that Rosaniya had stumbled upon. Though chaotic, Feanor could feel the battle going his way, and the Orc before him knew that as well. Unfortunately, the orc proved surprisingly resilient to magical attacks, hampering the Prince's ability to deal with him before be figured out it would be smart to retreat.
Rosaniya would have her choice of joining the battle in the upper ruins, the vicious melee against the Orc Chieftain's personal guard, or aiding Feanor in his fight again the Chieftain.
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Rosaniya Sarmoira
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 102
Physical Description: She is of average height for an elf, with long blonde locks flowing almost down to her rear, caramel eyes peering from delicate brows.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wears leathers and linen, carrying a bow with silver arrows.
Other equipment includes standard camping and cooking things.
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Registered: Feb 3, 2020 18:22:17 GMT -8
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Post by Rosaniya Sarmoira on Feb 6, 2020 14:03:20 GMT -8
It was the last option she chose, for the orc seemed the biggest of them all. She notched her last arrow and made her way around until she could get a clear shot, pulled the arrow back and let it fly toward the neck of the foul thing. If successful, the arrow would pierce the neck and go out the throat and the oaf would fall. She didn't have time to look, she pressed her arm against her wounded ribs, the edges of her vision blurring. The wood elf sank to the floor and blacked out from the pain and perhaps the loss of blood, but she was not dead.
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Feb 9, 2020 12:02:48 GMT -8
Feanor was taken aback by the sudden appearance of an arrow sticking through his foe's neck, but took advantage of his foe's gushing wound to remove the beast's head. As the orc collapsed, Feanor could just barely make out Rosaniya's collapsing form, sprinting towards her.
The Prince reached her just after she hit the ground, checking her quickly for any wounds. He noted her wounded ribs and applied a small amount of magic to see the extent.
"Healer! I need a healer now!" He shouted, a few moments passing before an Elven ranger dropped beside him, beginning to tend to the newcomer's wounds
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Rosaniya Sarmoira
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 102
Physical Description: She is of average height for an elf, with long blonde locks flowing almost down to her rear, caramel eyes peering from delicate brows.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wears leathers and linen, carrying a bow with silver arrows.
Other equipment includes standard camping and cooking things.
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Registered: Feb 3, 2020 18:22:17 GMT -8
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Post by Rosaniya Sarmoira on Feb 9, 2020 12:47:26 GMT -8
The sound of his voice echoed into her head and she groaned. Her head rolled to the right and her eyes fluttered open. Breathing hurt, she thought as she gasped for air. That instinct to panic went through her, and she tried to calm herself down before it got worse. Her eyes were wide as they landed on the male who was shouting above her. "Who...?" she asked, wondering who the man was and focusing on him first, and then the person who knelt beside him.
The ribs were cracked, and there was a network of bruises in the area that suggested the heavy blow of a blunt weapon. She wasn't going to die but it sure felt like she was at the moment. "So many orcs," she wheezed. "Why are there so many of them? Not enough arrows."
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Feb 10, 2020 18:55:21 GMT -8
"Always too many foes, too few arrows, and even fewer wielders," Feanor said, a touch of sadness in his voice. "My name is Feanor, your assistance was much appreciated." The healer looked concerned, but Feanor had served with him long enough to know that the concern was more short-term than anything.
"Do not worry about the orcs, with their leader dead they will flee before my warriors. You are safe, for the moment. Can she walk?" He asked of the healer, who nodded.
"But it'll hurt," he added.
"It's up to you, we have a much safer spot we make camp in, we'll help you walk there or I can carry you."
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Rosaniya Sarmoira
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 102
Physical Description: She is of average height for an elf, with long blonde locks flowing almost down to her rear, caramel eyes peering from delicate brows.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wears leathers and linen, carrying a bow with silver arrows.
Other equipment includes standard camping and cooking things.
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Registered: Feb 3, 2020 18:22:17 GMT -8
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Post by Rosaniya Sarmoira on Feb 10, 2020 19:12:03 GMT -8
Not knowing she was speaking to royalty as of yet, she closed her eyes and sighed out, "My name... is Rosaniya." She paused to give a breathy, pained chuckle and said, "Never saw so many foul orcs in my life." And if they took a look around, they might see her arrows sticking out of several orc corpses if her aim was true for some of them. Some might simply have them stuck in their arm or leg. She was not a perfect archer but she did her best.
"Th' big one was the leader?" she asked. "Did I get him? Last arrow." Could she walk? She did not know, but she would try.
With help, she stood up, but her face paled at the pain the movement caused and nearly toppled over again. Seemed there would be no choice but to carry her for the moment.
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Feb 17, 2020 8:53:31 GMT -8
"Pleasure to meet you Rosaniya, we don't see many friendly visitors in the outskirts of the city anymore." Plenty of arrows littered the bodies strewn about, not a single orc managing to escape the onslaught of the elves. It'd be difficult to determine whose arrows killed what, but few arrows weren't in bodies, so all the archers did well.
"Yes, yes you did. Gave me the opening I needed. He was far tougher than he should have been..." Feanor trailed off, wondering what the significance of that was. "Sergeant, grab that orc's body. We need to figure out if that resistance is something we can expect..." He stood like a blur and caught Rosaniya as she fell.
"Looks like you could use some help"
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Rosaniya Sarmoira
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 102
Physical Description: She is of average height for an elf, with long blonde locks flowing almost down to her rear, caramel eyes peering from delicate brows.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wears leathers and linen, carrying a bow with silver arrows.
Other equipment includes standard camping and cooking things.
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Registered: Feb 3, 2020 18:22:17 GMT -8
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Post by Rosaniya Sarmoira on Feb 17, 2020 14:13:56 GMT -8
"Didn't intend to come here... Got curious. Never been to a city. Just a mere wood elf," she murmured. When he mentioned how she did get the leader, she would have whooped with her victory if she wasn't feeling as bad as she was at that moment in time. It wasn't that she was arrogant, far from it, but it was just the fact that she took down such a great beast.
"Good," she wheezed out but wasn't listening as he ordered the orc's body to be grabbed. The next thing she knew, she was staring up at the other elf with a look of immense pain on her face, sweat dripping down her flesh and dots dancing before her eyes. "Seems... so..." she said and fainted again.
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Feb 20, 2020 18:51:34 GMT -8
"Come on, let's get her and the other wounded to the Sanctuary."
Feanor lifted her up and carried her, the remainder of his soldiers gathering their wounded and moving everyone to a magically warded area, one of only a few that Mithlonde maintained in the ruins of the Old City.
When she came to, it would be dark outside, the only light a pair of lanterns and a rather modest fire where food was being prepared.
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Rosaniya Sarmoira
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 102
Physical Description: She is of average height for an elf, with long blonde locks flowing almost down to her rear, caramel eyes peering from delicate brows.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wears leathers and linen, carrying a bow with silver arrows.
Other equipment includes standard camping and cooking things.
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Registered: Feb 3, 2020 18:22:17 GMT -8
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Post by Rosaniya Sarmoira on Feb 20, 2020 20:52:46 GMT -8
It wasn't every day that a fair peasant maiden got carried away by a noble prince... But it happened without her even knowing yet, for he had never said what he was and she was also out of consciousness for quite some time. She opened her eyes to the dim light of the dual torches, feeling sore and out of sorts. Where was she? Had she died from-- no, she was hurting too bad to be dead, she thought and tried to prop herself up on her elbows. No... nonono... she lay back down with a grunt and pressed her hands to her ribs. That was right, an orc had gotten her with his weapon.
She looked around her then in hopes of spotting the man who had helped her.
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Feb 24, 2020 12:44:55 GMT -8
Feanor noticed her stirring out the corner of his eye from his place by the fire, grabbing a small bowl of stew from the pot and walking over to her. He set the stew down next to her, noting the wince as she tried to sit up.
"You took quite the beating according to the healer. Fortunately for you, it seems you'll be just fine in the long run. Unfortunately, you're not gonna be fit for long-distance travelling for another couple days, so you'll be staying with us for a bit. Also," he said, chuckling, "you're going to want to eat the stew slowly, it's pretty hot."
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Rosaniya Sarmoira
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 102
Physical Description: She is of average height for an elf, with long blonde locks flowing almost down to her rear, caramel eyes peering from delicate brows.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wears leathers and linen, carrying a bow with silver arrows.
Other equipment includes standard camping and cooking things.
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Registered: Feb 3, 2020 18:22:17 GMT -8
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Post by Rosaniya Sarmoira on Feb 24, 2020 16:05:53 GMT -8
"Thank you," she said softly. Rosa rolled carefully to her side and took the spoon to stir her food and cool it down. "I would take many more beatings if it means getting rid of some of those putrid beasts, the orcs. I... thought the city abandoned, so I was surprised to hear the skirmish in the ruins and reacted the only way I knew how." She was speaking breathily, for it hurt just to get enough air to get the words out.
Her eyes settled on Feanor then and remained steady, "I have nowhere important to be. I am but a ranger. Must have wandered far out of the territory I was in. My people are far away."
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Feb 25, 2020 19:15:44 GMT -8
"Very far indeed. The nearest elves are more than a month's travel away. Though the land around here has strange magics embedded in it, and on occasion we've had people from much further away find themselves here." Feanor shrugged, the ways of this ruined city were mysterious, and each solution seemed to add three new mysteries.
"As for the rest of the city, the ruins wrap around what remains of Mithlonde, but at its heart is still the City of my people. Be a shame for you to come all this way and not see it, would you like to?"
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Rosaniya Sarmoira
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 102
Physical Description: She is of average height for an elf, with long blonde locks flowing almost down to her rear, caramel eyes peering from delicate brows.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wears leathers and linen, carrying a bow with silver arrows.
Other equipment includes standard camping and cooking things.
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Registered: Feb 3, 2020 18:22:17 GMT -8
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Post by Rosaniya Sarmoira on Feb 25, 2020 21:03:58 GMT -8
She blinked at that and stilled. That means that her family was beyond her reach at the moment, which was a bad thing. "I see," she replied with a faraway look in her tawny eyes. "I don't think magic brought me here, to be honest. I've been walking for months, going in circles, widening the circles as a ranger ought to, and I had planned on returning home to report my findings. Now I can say that I wandered into a place none of my people would dare wander," she chuckled and then regretted it.
Rosa took in the information he gave her and she gave a nod. "I admit I am curious to see what it is like to be a high elf for a day. Not something wood elves often care to say." She ate her food quickly despite burning her tongue, for she was famished. Only after then did she continue talking. "Tell me about you... Who are you? Not your name of course, but I would know more about the man who saved my life."
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Feb 27, 2020 19:27:29 GMT -8
"A far wider circle than any of your people have done before. You're the first wood elf we've encountered outside of the Israns since the Cataclysm." He added, wondering if perhaps more had made it to the city, but did not make it far enough in for his own forces to find them. The thought saddened him, as he took it as a personal failure.
"As for who I am...I am, well, my father is in charge of Mithlonde, he is the Archmage in charge of the Council, which technically makes me a Prince. While my father and the Mage Council see to the City and its arcane matters, I focus on the defense of the City from its more physical foes. Hence my presence out here instead of nice and safe inside the City."
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Rosaniya Sarmoira
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 102
Physical Description: She is of average height for an elf, with long blonde locks flowing almost down to her rear, caramel eyes peering from delicate brows.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wears leathers and linen, carrying a bow with silver arrows.
Other equipment includes standard camping and cooking things.
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Registered: Feb 3, 2020 18:22:17 GMT -8
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Post by Rosaniya Sarmoira on Feb 28, 2020 9:55:04 GMT -8
She blinked in surprise and then nodded, "It is not every day that wood elves venture into high elf territory." Her head tilted and she said, "Our people are a secluded lot, we don't tend to wander very far from home because we would rather protect what is ours. I am assuming the same if for you and yours?"
When he explained he was a prince, she snorted, winced in pain from said snort, and then said, "Of course you are a prince. And here I am beholden to you." She smiled a little, but the pain was wearing on her and that much was clear. "Or maybe I saved your life. Who knows what that brute of an Orc would have done to you." She was making a jest, not being arrogant. "Greetings, your highness."
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Feb 28, 2020 12:40:23 GMT -8
"Secluded first by geography and then by choice, though I have been working to rectify that." He said, thinking back to the countless arguments he'd had with the Council over sending that emissary to Isra.
"Don't hold it against me." Feanor said, chuckling at the ridiculousness of high society manners in this place.
"We'll call the matter settled then, we saved each other's lives. I assure you that the next best case out here is not being found by anything and starving to death. There are older and fouler things than orcs in the depths of these ruins."
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Rosaniya Sarmoira
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 102
Physical Description: She is of average height for an elf, with long blonde locks flowing almost down to her rear, caramel eyes peering from delicate brows.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wears leathers and linen, carrying a bow with silver arrows.
Other equipment includes standard camping and cooking things.
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Registered: Feb 3, 2020 18:22:17 GMT -8
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Post by Rosaniya Sarmoira on Feb 28, 2020 16:33:45 GMT -8
"I see," she replied. "How do you rectify that?" she went on to ask in curiosity, intrigued by what he was saying since it was most certainly not very well heard of that wood elves got along with high elves.
"Why would I hold it against you?" she asked seriously, "I am honored that a prince came to my rescue." She grinned a little.
"Alright, we both saved each other... I promise you I am more resilient than starving to death, though now you make me wonder what kind of foul beasts lurk within the city ruins. You have my attention, highness."
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Feanor Vala
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 132
Age: 79
Physical Description: He is a tall, sturdily built elf, with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. He is a bit taller than most Esdaran males, at a height between 6'2" and 6'3". His typical elfin figure is a lot stronger than it appears, and is clearly battle-scarred from years in the service.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is the basic gray-silver-whitish armor of the Esdaran army. A longbow with an accompanying arrow quiver is always slung across his back when not in use, and a battleaxe is always found at his hip or in his hand. Daggers are hidden in his boots and one inside of his belt, in addition to additional straps across his armor that can be used to stow and/or hide additional equipment as necessary.
Registered: Jun 25, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Post by Feanor Vala on Mar 1, 2020 17:41:52 GMT -8
"By making effort and reaching out to the other nations of the world. I have traveled far and wide to try and gain allies for my people." Feanor sighed, looking at the elves around him. "To little avail. The Dwarves of Khaldaruhm assist with what they can, but they have their own problems to deal with, similar to ours."
Feanor stood tall and bowed, slightly comically, towards her. "At your service. What of you? Surely there is more to you than just a simple ranger?"
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Rosaniya Sarmoira
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 102
Physical Description: She is of average height for an elf, with long blonde locks flowing almost down to her rear, caramel eyes peering from delicate brows.
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Clothes and Equipment: She wears leathers and linen, carrying a bow with silver arrows.
Other equipment includes standard camping and cooking things.
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Registered: Feb 3, 2020 18:22:17 GMT -8
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Post by Rosaniya Sarmoira on Mar 2, 2020 10:17:08 GMT -8
"I have heard rumors that the people of the Usque are beginning to converge and are in the process of choosing a leader. There are a lot of elves, both high and wood, to my knowledge in the Usque, perhaps you could try there soon. They have an army of strong women called the Guardians, I am sure some of them would be of help to you."
She shook her head. "No, I am merely a ranger. I am no princess, nor dignitary if that is what you are asking. I track and I range," she gave a chuckle and then winced.
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