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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Apr 4, 2016 5:50:41 GMT -8
Watching with fascination, Ildesias found himself examining the magical abilities she displayed to him and only after she had finished explaining them did he speak. "I see. It seems to me that, rather than inherent magical talent in the more normal sense, you instead have a rather specific magical gift with a specific purpose. This generally means two things: first, it may be difficult, if not impossible, for you to learn magic in the way that other mages do; to gain access to the spells common in the arsenal of the sorcerer or summoner."
"The second means that your talent is likely unique to you and unknown to others. It could be dangerous, it could be extraordinarily powerful. It means that I want to offer you a place in The Conjunction immediately, not only so that you can learn to control your gifts to new-found heights but also so that you can flower in a safe and studied environment where experienced wizards and witches can ensure not only your safety but also the safety of others - if need be. I understand that this almost sounds as though I want to force you off to some laboratory under lock and key through fear that you might be dangerous, but I want to assure you that this is not the case. I am offering you a place to become a student of the conjunction but this is by no means forced upon you; you may feel free to decline, or to leave at any time."
He put down his quill, then crossed his arms over his chest and looked into Millianna's face as though trying to gauge her reaction. "What do you think?"
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Millianna Knightwalker
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Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 24
Physical Description: ----------------
Body - average height, curvaceous figure, light tan
Hair - long, red
Eyes - spring green
Face - freckles around the center of her face
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Clothes and Equipment: Knee-high dark leather boots with straps
Cream white tunic with a leather tunic on top
Dark brown suede and leather gloves
Black steel gauntlets
Dark brown leather belt
Dark green cloak, tartan pattern, hooded
Her weapon of choice are fistweapons. Both of them are four claws made of something-smoke like. But they can still cut almost any material. In non-combat situations the claws are retracted. Using her magic she can extend the claws up to two feet.
Both weapons are incorporated in her gauntlets.
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Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 9:46:03 GMT -8
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Post by Millianna Knightwalker on Apr 4, 2016 6:15:07 GMT -8
Although what he first said made her a little sad, although she had already guessed that her magic abilities weren't like others, so she probably wasn't able to learn the 'usual' magic, she was more than happy from what he said after.
"Really? I can join? Ooohh, this is so awesome!" she said cheerfully. This was truly amazing. Now she could become a certified mage after all. And maybe, if Andraste would ever come back, she would accept her as her student. Until then, she would try to become better so she just had to. Who wouldn't want to teach a already pretty powerful sorceress anyway?
"Thank you so much! I will most gratefully accept." she said and felt like throwing her hands in the air.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Apr 4, 2016 22:06:47 GMT -8
"That's good. You can sleep at The Conjunction while the official paperwork is made if you wish, there are always spare rooms there due to the magical nature of the dormitories. You will be made to sign a contract and so on, but you will be able to read it before you sign and you're not obliged to do that. It will be a few days before you're officially admitted however, so perhaps you'd like to spend those days getting to know people or exploring your new home."
Ildesias tore the page he had been writing on neatly from his notebook and handed it to the woman. It was a letter of recommendation from him and signed in his name. "Simply take that back to the sorceresses and you should be fine. Can I help you with anything else?"
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Millianna Knightwalker
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 24
Physical Description: ----------------
Body - average height, curvaceous figure, light tan
Hair - long, red
Eyes - spring green
Face - freckles around the center of her face
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Clothes and Equipment: Knee-high dark leather boots with straps
Cream white tunic with a leather tunic on top
Dark brown suede and leather gloves
Black steel gauntlets
Dark brown leather belt
Dark green cloak, tartan pattern, hooded
Her weapon of choice are fistweapons. Both of them are four claws made of something-smoke like. But they can still cut almost any material. In non-combat situations the claws are retracted. Using her magic she can extend the claws up to two feet.
Both weapons are incorporated in her gauntlets.
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Player's online availability : Daily.
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 9:46:03 GMT -8
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Post by Millianna Knightwalker on Apr 5, 2016 0:05:16 GMT -8
Oooh. This was too good to be true. How did she manage that? "Magic dorms? Sounds awesome. Oh, I am sorry. I'm just so excited." Millianna said and covered her cheecks with her hands. "I'm looking forward to meet my fellow students. I will definitely do that." she added more seriously. She took the letter from Ildesias. A recommendation? By the Lord of the Free City? "T-thank you so much! I had never even dreamed of this." she said with teary eyes. Millianna wasn't sure how to express her gratitude. She was still a little scared by him, but he had just paved her way to become a real sorceress of The Conjunction. She furtively tried to wipe away her tears. "No, I don't think there is anything else. You've done more than I ever expected. Thank you again, my Lord! I will get back to the Conjunction at once." she said, raised from the chair and bowed. She had decided this should be enough. It was probably not a good idea to get intimate with him and say hug him or something. She definitely felt like it. Then she made her way back to the door, opened it and looked back at Ildesias, smiling at him. "Goodbye!" she said and went through the door, making her way back through the hallways, all the way thinking about her immediate future. What should she expect? What were her fellow students like? Was there a daily routine? [Exit to The Conjunction]
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Sariandi Osoria
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: You're better off not knowing.
Physical Description: A buxom and curvaceous Elven beauty, Sariandi is lightly muscled and of average height. She has fair skin and the lightly pointed ears of her race, with golden hair that falls to mid-thigh, framing delicate features. At least, that's how she looks most of the the time; sometimes she becomes a four-foot-long sword with a rune-inscribed blade and a sweeping winged crossguard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Sariandi wears revealing clothing that enhances her assets in various shades of blue, gold, green, and brown (with the occasional red or purple, it really depends on her mood). She carries no equipment or weaponry.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 5, 2016 0:04:06 GMT -8
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Post by Sariandi Osoria on Apr 7, 2016 10:06:19 GMT -8
As she came inside the Citadel, and navigated her way toward the Keep Hall, Sariandi was doing her best to try and pull on the soulbond between herself and Ildesias, trying to not only find the Elven man, but let him know she was there. It was nigh-on impossible, though. The bond had weakened to the point where she could barely feel it, let alone manipulate it. Her annoyance only grew as she wandered in search of her wayward bonded, bubbling quickly through irritation and into a low, simmering rage with every step she took. Her outward appearance remained cool and detached, despite the flicker of anger within her blue eyes.
Where was that infuriating man?!
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Apr 9, 2016 13:09:33 GMT -8
Ildesias ventured out of his office, each step echoing through the halls of the Citadel as night drew and the bustle and noise of daylight hours dimmed into peace. He was very rather tired, as the guards could see as he passed them with bags showing under his eyes despite the composed stature in his movements. The Keep Hall's main room was his goal, where only the final few civil individuals remained; most of whom seated quietly and alone, doing some work or other that they could no longer afford to procrastinate on.
"Ah, Lord Ildesias, I have prepared food for you at your usual table," a steward greeted him while gesturing to a table at the top of the room where a plate of meat, bread, vegetables; a bowl of fruits and a glass of wine had been prepared and set out for him.
Ildesias sighed in relief, thanking the man and moving over to his dining area in order to tuck in. He was absolutely starving and almost immediately cut a hefty piece of food from the rest and placed it in his mouth to chew and savour the delightful flavours of his meal.
"One more thing, Lord Ildesias: apparently a woman named Sariandi Osoria is here somewhere, looking for you."
Ildesias suddenly choked.
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Sariandi Osoria
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: You're better off not knowing.
Physical Description: A buxom and curvaceous Elven beauty, Sariandi is lightly muscled and of average height. She has fair skin and the lightly pointed ears of her race, with golden hair that falls to mid-thigh, framing delicate features. At least, that's how she looks most of the the time; sometimes she becomes a four-foot-long sword with a rune-inscribed blade and a sweeping winged crossguard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Sariandi wears revealing clothing that enhances her assets in various shades of blue, gold, green, and brown (with the occasional red or purple, it really depends on her mood). She carries no equipment or weaponry.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 5, 2016 0:04:06 GMT -8
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Post by Sariandi Osoria on Apr 9, 2016 13:27:29 GMT -8
Sariandi abruptly froze in her determined but aimless strides. There. She could feel him, if only barely. That meant he had to be close! Following the feeling that tugged on her very soul, she moved into the room where Ildesias was consuming his meal, just in time to hear another man speak of her presence.. and that she was looking for the Elven male himself. Seeing and hearing Ildesias choke in response to the utterance of her name - or perhaps it was the fact that she was here looking for him - Sariandi smirked and approached the table with a confident stride.
"Nice to see you still react so favorably to news of my continued existence, Ildesias." Coming to a stop across the table from him, both hands fell to her rounded hips as she eyed the seated man with an arched brow. Annoyance mixed with amusement in those light blue eyes as they surveyed him. "Sorry to disappoint you, but yes, I am, in fact, still alive. Trust me, I would not have come here if it were not necessary." Her lips twisted into a disgruntled moue at the very admission that she'd had no other options but to seek out her bonded. He had all but told her to get away from him, after all, as though she were diseased.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Apr 10, 2016 3:41:21 GMT -8
Immediately, the man rose from his seat and lifted his plate from the table so quickly that his chair pushed back against the wall with a thud. He walked around to where Sariandi stood, who was still as blunt and as stubborn as ever it seemed, in order to immediately take hold of her hand and pull her out of the main room and through a door at the side into a quiet hall where no-one could hear them.
"You should not be here, Sariandi," he immediately told her in hushed yet violent whispers. "The magic that exists between us is ancient and powerful - you put us both at risk if anyone was to find out about it! It must be a secret, kept in deeper darkness than any other secret you have! I can no longer afford to be in a position where you could be used to get to me!"
So quick and so urgent were his words that he barely even gave her time to reply to them, instead pulling her along again into the privacy of his office. He shut the door behind them, then bolted it so that none could disturb them. "This room is soundproof. We can talk freely in here. Now tell me what's so important that you have come?"
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Sariandi Osoria
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: You're better off not knowing.
Physical Description: A buxom and curvaceous Elven beauty, Sariandi is lightly muscled and of average height. She has fair skin and the lightly pointed ears of her race, with golden hair that falls to mid-thigh, framing delicate features. At least, that's how she looks most of the the time; sometimes she becomes a four-foot-long sword with a rune-inscribed blade and a sweeping winged crossguard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Sariandi wears revealing clothing that enhances her assets in various shades of blue, gold, green, and brown (with the occasional red or purple, it really depends on her mood). She carries no equipment or weaponry.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 5, 2016 0:04:06 GMT -8
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Post by Sariandi Osoria on Apr 10, 2016 10:51:39 GMT -8
When Ildesias took her hand, Sariandi felt a sudden welling of magic within her body, something that eased the constant ache she'd been feeling for years, now. Nothing was said as he dragged her away to a different room, although she did look up at him with an expression that said, 'Do you think I'm stupid?' Of course she knew that the magic that bound them was ancient and powerful, and that she could be used to hurt him now that he was a great and powerful leader of an entire city-state.
Finding herself once again dragged along into a warded room, she huffed in annoyance at being shuffled about as though she were little more than a possession. Which, she supposed she was; she was nothing more than a sword to Ildesias, as he practically despised her temperament. Crossing her arms, she glared at him. "Forgive me for threatening to destabilize your delicate position, Lord Xen Torsal, but I had no desire to deteriorate and die." The words were snapped angrily, and afterward, she stubbornly clenched her jaw and refused to say more. If he wanted to know what she was talking about, he could bloody well ask!
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Apr 10, 2016 11:36:57 GMT -8
Ildesias gave a hefty sigh of despair and moved around to his chair at the far side of the desk and slid down into it, placing his plate of food atop a small pile of papers bearing his handwriting. "I never wanted you to die, we simply couldn't remain partners any longer and you know perfectly why, Sariandi. Your presence corrupts me; takes me back to a state of mind and morality I left behind centuries ago when I was young and full of bloodlust," he explained, taking a piece of bread and eating it as neatly as he could.
He looked at her then, expecting her to continue on and explain what was so urgent that she had to seek him out after all this time... Yet she never did, a fact that caused him to furrow his brows and frown. "I guess I have to ask you then? What brings you here that's so urgent?"
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Sariandi Osoria
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: You're better off not knowing.
Physical Description: A buxom and curvaceous Elven beauty, Sariandi is lightly muscled and of average height. She has fair skin and the lightly pointed ears of her race, with golden hair that falls to mid-thigh, framing delicate features. At least, that's how she looks most of the the time; sometimes she becomes a four-foot-long sword with a rune-inscribed blade and a sweeping winged crossguard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Sariandi wears revealing clothing that enhances her assets in various shades of blue, gold, green, and brown (with the occasional red or purple, it really depends on her mood). She carries no equipment or weaponry.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 5, 2016 0:04:06 GMT -8
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Post by Sariandi Osoria on Apr 10, 2016 11:48:31 GMT -8
Not a word was said as Ildesias spoke. She knew very well why they'd gone their separate ways; he thought she was a bad influence on him, she thought he was unnecessarily rigid. Turning to face him as he moved around behind his desk, Sariandi remained silent and glaring slightly until he asked. Then she tsk'd softly, and shook her head. "Exactly what I said: I have no desire to die. I realized a few months back that I was starting to deteriorate. My magic has been fading and my body is dying. It was a slow process at first, which is why I failed to notice it, but the process has been growing more rapid of late."
Her gaze softened slightly, to something that was nearly pleading, although her features remained set in a stern mask. "I thought perhaps you could help me figure out why, but unfortunately, I already know the answer. My magic has begun to return now that we are in close proximity once more." Lowering her gaze, Sariandi tried not to show the hurt she felt. She'd cared greatly for Ildesias despite their differences, and knowing that he wanted her gone.. it pained her. Deeply. "I know you hate me, so if you will help me discern a way to break the soul bond, I will go away and you will never be forced to endure the displeasure of my company again."
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Apr 10, 2016 12:11:23 GMT -8
"I see..." Ildesias replied, lowering the fork he had been using back to his plate and leaning back into his chair with his arms folding over his chest. "In that case, I can't and won't turn you away. You can stay with me, but no-one can know about us. No-one can know what you are, or what we are, or the magic involved in our relationship."
He pointed a finger towards the door to the office, which then shimmered with light before dimming back to it's original colour. Another ward designed to ensure secrecy in the room, no doubt; this one a shield of anti-magic to stop scrying. "If someone were to discover the magic involved here, or the power you possess, they might try to possess you or even worse to replicate you. I do not trust that power in the hands of others... I can not even trust myself."
He pushed his plate, the contents of which he had barely touched, towards the elven woman. "Eat if you wish. I can't say I'm not also curious to know where you have been and what you have been doing these past years."
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Sariandi Osoria
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: You're better off not knowing.
Physical Description: A buxom and curvaceous Elven beauty, Sariandi is lightly muscled and of average height. She has fair skin and the lightly pointed ears of her race, with golden hair that falls to mid-thigh, framing delicate features. At least, that's how she looks most of the the time; sometimes she becomes a four-foot-long sword with a rune-inscribed blade and a sweeping winged crossguard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Sariandi wears revealing clothing that enhances her assets in various shades of blue, gold, green, and brown (with the occasional red or purple, it really depends on her mood). She carries no equipment or weaponry.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 5, 2016 0:04:06 GMT -8
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Post by Sariandi Osoria on Apr 10, 2016 12:21:32 GMT -8
Raising her head, Sariandi fixed Ildesias with a suspicious look. He was going to let her stay? Then the other shoe dropped; her special talents apparently would be a big secret. There would be no using of her other form. Not that she minded. Turning into a sword felt a little odd. After taking a few minutes to process what he's aid, Sariandi flopped down into a chair across the way from him, keeping her arms crossed and draping her right leg over her left at the knee. "How do you propose to explain my presence? Will I simply be your mistress that everyone knows about and pretends not to, tucked away in a room where none but you and servants know where I am?"
That was a laughable idea. Sure, they'd been lovers, and she at least had loved him (still did, much as it annoyed her to admit it), but they had also clashed terribly. And frequently. Not to mention, the living blade didn't much like being idle. No doubt a side effect of being trapped in sword form in a pedestal for countless centuries. When he pushed the food her way, she eyed it momentarily, then decided she might as well; she was rather hungry, after all. As she picked at and ate the various items, she shrugged. "I explored. I wanted to see what had become of this world, and also of the one I knew. It was nice to simply have the freedom to roam. Too bad there was a price to pay for that freedom." Wasn't that how it always went? Everything had a price. With the gift of her power to Ildesias, the price was being bound to a woman he hated.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Apr 10, 2016 12:33:45 GMT -8
The man had to think on the point she raised, for it was a good one. How was he going to explain her presence, exactly? How was he going to introduce her to the people who asked about her? He could not simply keep her locked away, after all. In the end, he decided the simplest explanation was likely to be the best: "it's simple," he explained. "You will be an old colleague who came here to visit me after many years to discuss some form of business or other, then after a few days when people begin to wonder why you are still here, we will allow the rumour that we have become lovers to spread. That should make no-one bat an eyelid; the idea of a man and a woman sharing a bed together and staying with one another."
After explaining their initial excuse, he listened to her own explanation, though he could find himself giving only a nod in reaction. What else was there to say? She had done exactly what he had expected her to do - what he would have done and did do. What they both did together many years ago: travel the world, though she finally had the freedom to choose where she had wanted to go and not been forced to submit to his decisions. For a moment, he wondered if she had missed being with him.
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Sariandi Osoria
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: You're better off not knowing.
Physical Description: A buxom and curvaceous Elven beauty, Sariandi is lightly muscled and of average height. She has fair skin and the lightly pointed ears of her race, with golden hair that falls to mid-thigh, framing delicate features. At least, that's how she looks most of the the time; sometimes she becomes a four-foot-long sword with a rune-inscribed blade and a sweeping winged crossguard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Sariandi wears revealing clothing that enhances her assets in various shades of blue, gold, green, and brown (with the occasional red or purple, it really depends on her mood). She carries no equipment or weaponry.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 5, 2016 0:04:06 GMT -8
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Post by Sariandi Osoria on Apr 10, 2016 12:57:54 GMT -8
Mid-bite when Ildesias offered his suggestion of a story, Sariandi had to act quickly not to choke. She ended up snorting something that sounded like a strangled laugh, and coughing for a few moments, her hand over her mouth. Then she arched a brow and looked at him, her eyes gleaming wickedly. When her hand lowered, it revealed that she had a smirk ready to go with the look she was giving him. The words out of her mouth next would probably be of no surprise to him at all, despite the years of their separation; they had known each other intimately, after all, in practically every way.
"Oh really? Then do you mean to put reality to those rumors? Poor Ildesias, did you miss me that much?" She fluttered her lashes at him in a coquettish display, leaning forward slowly to draw attention to the swell of her bosom as she snagged another piece of food. "Worry not; Sariandi is here to make sure you do not spend another night all cold and alone in that no doubt luxurious bed of yours." Mirth filled her eyes as she gazed at him, along with a low, simmering heat; she was teasing him, it was true, but it was clear that she had at least missed sharing his bed. She would be hard-pressed to admit that she had missed him otherwise, though. Emotions had always been.. difficult for her to express.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Apr 10, 2016 13:44:58 GMT -8
Pulling his hair behind his ears so that it did not fall in front of his face, Ildesias rolled his eyes in Sariandi's direction as she so obviously displayed herself to him. "It is the best option for an excuse we have to explain your presence," he assured her sternly. "It has just enough scandal to prevent people from expecting something more while being perfectly believable in itself. Do not worry though, for while I will allow you to stay in my room for the purpose of keeping up appearance, I will sleep just fine on the floor."
He groaned then, which turned into a yawn as he stretched his arms up out above his head and rose up to his feet. "Speaking of which, I am going to retire now. Believe it or not, but my work is extremely exhausting and I do a lot of it. Sleep calls to me and right now, I am quite happy to answer. Stay here and finish eating, or go and snoop if you wish. I am sure you will be able to find me when you are done and right now, I would prefer some time alone."
He walked past her, unbolting the door and opening it to check that the hall beyond was empty. Stepping partially through, he paused for a second to look back at her, but said nothing more before continuing on and closing the office door behind him.
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Sariandi Osoria
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: You're better off not knowing.
Physical Description: A buxom and curvaceous Elven beauty, Sariandi is lightly muscled and of average height. She has fair skin and the lightly pointed ears of her race, with golden hair that falls to mid-thigh, framing delicate features. At least, that's how she looks most of the the time; sometimes she becomes a four-foot-long sword with a rune-inscribed blade and a sweeping winged crossguard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Sariandi wears revealing clothing that enhances her assets in various shades of blue, gold, green, and brown (with the occasional red or purple, it really depends on her mood). She carries no equipment or weaponry.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 5, 2016 0:04:06 GMT -8
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Post by Sariandi Osoria on Apr 10, 2016 13:55:48 GMT -8
When Ildesias spoke, she jerked back as though she'd been slapped, all trace of emotion fading from both delicate features and expressive eyes. The mask was one Sariandi often wore to hide her true feelings.. which at the moment were nothing but pain and sorrow. So. He truly did hate her. Part of her had hoped that the feelings he'd once borne for her still lingered, but now she knew for certain; there was no future between herself and Ildesias Xen Torsal. Nothing was said as he made his farewells and left. She didn't even look in his direction. She remained staring at a wall, only nodding once to acknowledge his departure.
Once she heard the door close behind her, Sariandi slumped in her chosen seat, one hand rising to press fingertips to her brow as eyes closed. Her heart ached, to the point where tears welled in her eyes, and began to trickle down her cheeks. She had heard somewhere a silly human adage, that 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'. Well, it had been true, in her case.. but it was clear that the only thing Ildesias' heart had grown was stonier, at least as it pertained to her. Perhaps it would've been better for her to not come at all; he clearly didn't want her here, had no desire for her power, her company.. nothing.
As a cold rage welled within her, she angrily dashed her tears away and stood, moving out of the office and into the Hall. But she didn't stop there. The rapid click of her boot heels against the floor followed her all the way to this Conjunction she'd heard about. She'd be damned if she stayed here with a man who hated her, when all her heart wanted was the warmth of his love.
<Exit to The Conjunction>
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Sariandi Osoria
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: You're better off not knowing.
Physical Description: A buxom and curvaceous Elven beauty, Sariandi is lightly muscled and of average height. She has fair skin and the lightly pointed ears of her race, with golden hair that falls to mid-thigh, framing delicate features. At least, that's how she looks most of the the time; sometimes she becomes a four-foot-long sword with a rune-inscribed blade and a sweeping winged crossguard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Sariandi wears revealing clothing that enhances her assets in various shades of blue, gold, green, and brown (with the occasional red or purple, it really depends on her mood). She carries no equipment or weaponry.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 5, 2016 0:04:06 GMT -8
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Post by Sariandi Osoria on Apr 16, 2016 20:23:14 GMT -8
Nearly a full day later, Sariandi emerged from the Conjunction and stopped the first servant she saw. "I am Sariandi Osoria, a guest of Lord Xen Torsal, and he said I could request a room and meal; I would like to have both of these things, as soon as possible." She sounded as weary as she felt, but aside from the slight darkening of the flesh beneath her eyes, she didn't look it. When the servant agreed to take her to a room, she inwardly slumped in relief; outwardly, she simply nodded.
Following the man to a room, once the door was opened, she stepped inside. Pausing, she turned to look at him, her eyes cold. "If anyone seeks me, I am not to be disturbed, unless it is of dire consequence." Retreating into the room, she would wait for her meal to be delivered, eat it, and then curl up in the bed and lose consciousness. Despite her exhaustion, she would sleep poorly, her dreams dark and troubled.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2016 20:33:56 GMT -8
The Aaedanian rider entered the keep hall and waited patiently. At this point he needed to slow down. Even if they sent aid it would take time to reach Aaedan, if they even give aid. The rider couldn't help but pace as he waited however.
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 468
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 10:52:37 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on May 10, 2016 1:00:14 GMT -8
The Aaedanian rider entered the keep hall and waited patiently. At this point he needed to slow down. Even if they sent aid it would take time to reach Aaedan, if they even give aid. The rider couldn't help but pace as he waited however. Presently, the rider is approached by a man of middling age and a balding head. Judging by the way he seems to have some sense of belonging, and wears a pin of the Isran sun insignia on his lapel, one might correctly guess that he is a minister. He detaches himself from a conversation with a few other ministers, and addresses the rider, “You have something to say, comrade? You seem anxious.”
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