Cecélia
Established
Comandante
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 27
Physical Description: Cecélia's body was cut out for battle, but still it remains a well proportioned piece. She has partly braided brown hair and calm brown eyes. She keeps her stature dignified and straight and her smile tells of duty before pleasure.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing a very well made armor, beautifully ornamented rapier and dagger made from the hardest steel around her family's wealth is apparent. The armor is adorned by blue pieces of cloth, that mark her heritage and high position within the Rondón armé.
Registered: Mar 27, 2018 12:36:08 GMT -8
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Post by Cecélia on Jul 11, 2018 1:52:47 GMT -8
Cecélia was slightly taken aback by the difference in outer appearance of the tower and the more refined and bright interior, that stood in stark contrast to each other. It seemed like despite a hard surface these dwarves had an affinity for elegance too - though the elegance in this particular tower was still very much based on the colors of metal.
Cecélia cleared her throat. "Why thank you master Steelfist." she said in an matter-of-fact voice. It was a fact that on of the generals of Rondón had sent her because the journey had seemed too much for him, and she hadn't exactly been hand picked by the queen. But like the history of the dwarf's name that had to wait for a time that seemed more opportune.
As she entered what seemed to be a small kind of throne room, she realized she was standing in front of the current regent of the city. "My pleasure." Cecélia said and made a slow bow with one hand in front and the one on her back. "I am sorry for our travel worn looks, my armor does in now way reflect the light with the same delight as the inside of this tower." Cecélia said, and though this may be true, her armor was pristine looking to the point that it could be new and bore no witness to a long journey - same could be said of her men.
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Post by City of Khaldaruhm on Aug 3, 2018 8:31:16 GMT -8
"Nonsense, it would seem you take great care of your gear, something which will earn far more respect in this city than a title." He said pointedly.
"But we are here to discuss trade. I have not been to Rondon, to see their trade goods for myself. I would very much like an opportunity to do this."
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Cecélia
Established
Comandante
Roleplay posts: 13
Age: 27
Physical Description: Cecélia's body was cut out for battle, but still it remains a well proportioned piece. She has partly braided brown hair and calm brown eyes. She keeps her stature dignified and straight and her smile tells of duty before pleasure.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing a very well made armor, beautifully ornamented rapier and dagger made from the hardest steel around her family's wealth is apparent. The armor is adorned by blue pieces of cloth, that mark her heritage and high position within the Rondón armé.
Registered: Mar 27, 2018 12:36:08 GMT -8
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Post by Cecélia on Aug 7, 2018 5:50:10 GMT -8
Cecélia gave a slight smile. "Indeed I try to keep it pristine and forge the same discipline into my men. Even if you are tired and battle worn, you will have an advantage if your enemy looks and you and believe you aren't." Cecélia explained.
"Yes, we need a whole lot of armor and weapons. Sabres, cutlasses, rapiers, flamberges, spears, halberds, maces and... well I've made a list." Cecélia said and handed the dwarf a long list of amounts, preferred sizes and variations of the armor and weapons. "It is quite a vast order counting several thousand items and though the Khaldaruhm dwarfs are held in high esteem for their smithing skills I must ask you to be quite frank with me on how much it will cost and how long it will take when you have assessed it." Cecélia said as they would not want to be in a situation where only eight out of ten soldiers could be equipped while ready for the grand attack.
Cecélia's smiled broadened immediately - a considerable pride visible in her face. "I would like nothing else more than to show the Master of Metal our fair land." She said and bowed. "Rondón have some great craftsmen and especially in the making of wooden furniture we consider ourselves peerless." she said though the sheer heat and exotic nature would likely strike the dwarf's fancy too.
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