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Post by Admin on Nov 1, 2018 8:47:43 GMT -8
This is a lonesome road, which could be leading to anywhere, and is far from civilization. There could be inns widely dispersed along its length, or there could be miles of nothing but woods and highlands. Occasionally, it winds through an unlabeled and largely uncharted forest. This is a permanently neutral and generic location, and is theoretically open to anyone. As such, one should expect chance encounters with anything. This thread will renew after 20 pages of activity. Prior history can be found here.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Nov 1, 2018 14:27:24 GMT -8
[Continued from A Wilderness Road] Vithkun nodded at Myra's advice. Plenty of time yeah, but he needed to stay concentrated if this was going to go his way. Vith observed the next throw by Davil and surely it he looked quite proficient as he threw the stone and it landed almost dead center and could almost not have been placed any better unless he were to do it by hand. Vithkun narrowed his eyes as it was his turn and thought he saw that smug smiling Davil dwarf giving him a challenging stare. Perhaps it was the wine but never the less Vithkun felt up to the task although his next throw would have to be quite something. Vithkun again blessed his stone with a few lucky words and fastened his gaze on Davil's stone - the stone he wanted so badly to knock away. Vithkun took aim and threw the stone up - higher than before to gain the most momentum possible - and hoped it would be enough to knock Davil's stone away should it hit. However at that height luck was more prevalent than skill and he looked at the downfall which made a hard clonking sound as the stone would smash against the first stone he had thrown and scoot right of the game area. But the stone he had hit fared even worse having been hit at such a velocity and at such an angle that it took flight and was sent flying like a projectile through the air right at Davil at a speed which even the fastest dwarf or elf could hardly react to. Right towards the middle of his forehead.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Nov 1, 2018 14:54:02 GMT -8
Rooting for one or the other seemed quite unfair in Myra’s opinion, frankly she was rooting for Vith only because of the loose bet that had been placed before he had taken up his place in the competition. Unfair to say the least since Davil was one of the most skilled players around and she’d barely beaten him last time and half to it had been pure luck and the other part determination and straight practice curling the stones around in the air to make them land correctly. Many thought it was child’s play but as Vith was fixing to learn frankly it was more difficult than it might have seemed.
His piece came down with such a velocity, the light stone deceptively fast and seemingly heavier upon landing. Seeing the second one launch through the air she attempted to grab it, but was left short simply because of the immense speed. Davil spotted it too late to do so as well even if one of the random dwarves yelled ‘duck’ in dwarvish.
It happened so quickly that some had not completely followed until they spotted Davil laying on his back in the floor. Myra who had witnessed the whole thing rushed over to the dwarf in order to check upon him. He was breathing but eyes were closed, he was knocked out cold. Clasping his shoulders she shook him gently before looking to Vith, “Remind me not to play games with you,” Davil would be fine and her words unlike his condition were not cold but somewhat good humored. Many dwarves had taken quite the hit over the head. They were absolutely fine given some rest. Half of the crowd broke out into laughter and the other hand were clapping after Joharn said the same in the rough language ordering a few men to remove Davil from the floor.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Nov 2, 2018 14:33:15 GMT -8
Vithkun opened his eyes wide as they tried to follow the stone's trajectory but the sheer speed had his eyes outpaced and only Davil's closing eyes and slowly falling backwards along with the sound of the impact against his skull revealed what had happened. However happy Vith thought he would have been seeing Davil go out like that there was no doubt it was a highly unfortunate way for it to happen. "You don't have to rub it in!" Vithkun said as his smile tightened and he bend down besides Davil. "He's been a little rude tonight but I guarantee this wasn't on purpose!" he assured Myra in elvish.
Vith raised his hand and stopped the people in removing Davil. "It is my fault... for being such a lousy player!" Vith said to the other dwarves his tone halfway an excuse but also with a somewhat humorous tone to it. "Just wait a minute." Vith said and placed his palm about a thumb above Davil's forehead as a small light would be seen forming between his palm and Davil's forehead as he would start to open his eyes slightly. The pain would also be relieved and in a minute or two he would be able to stand as normal.
"I accept my defeat, Davil. I will train a bit harder next time so I won't put myself in such a humiliating position as to have this happen." Vith said sincerely as he ended his healing and presented Davil with his hand - an opportunity to help him get to his feet as well as a possibility to put their little scuffle behind them if Davil wished to.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Nov 3, 2018 8:15:32 GMT -8
Vithkun speaking in elvish to Myra was a mistake in front of the doors, he had shown that he understood common thus far and it was acceptable because he did not speak dwarvish but to speak a language that none would understand was a sign of deception. He had not been quiet in saying it either his voice carrying quite well and Myra would speak in dwarvish rather quickly translating his next line and adding with a bit of humor that he had been using some rather colorful language at his mistake. A few laughed and it eased the intensity of the looks they were receiving as well as did make the others pause when he did approach them to stop them from leaving the hall.
His healing of Davil was unusual magic, not seen within these halls for many years and not commonly a gift given to the dwarves themselves. The ability to move stone with bare hands, yes, but not such gentle magic. A sort of awe traveled through the crowd gathered as Davil rose into a sitting position reaching up instinctively to rub his head. No pain lingered, not even a lump at the sign of the hit itself. His drunken state had also been removed.
A clearer head prevailed because of Myra speaking in dwarvish translating and explaining to the other dwarves but leaving out the part about humiliation. Never would Vithkun know what she had and had not included but making him appear weak or apologetic was not within her to do. The odd sort of friendship between them extended to protecting him even when he was not aware of it, perhaps it was for the best.
Davil hesitated but took Vithkun's hand his smaller one forming around the edge of it just as Myra's had a short bit ago. A gesture of good faith as he came to his feet he would say shortly, "Things happen."
He brushed off the back of his pants searching for the Drow woman before returning to Vith while never moving and saying with more good humor, "Your aim and luck may be far off from true."
Davil did not allow Myra to translate taking the time to do so himself to the others who laughed and then returned to the task at hand, which was drinking and starting another game seeing as those two were far enough from the playing field. "Why don't we share a drink then," Myra would clasp a hand on Davil's shoulder including Vith in the invitation.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Nov 4, 2018 11:22:14 GMT -8
As Myra translated the elvish he spoke he realized that in the spur of the moment he had been awfully rude and looked around to address the dwarves in the vicinity with a smile. "I'm sorry to keep you in the dark, but there are apologizes best uttered in your own language. And I'm sure Myra here makes for a great translator." he said with a light hearted voice and hoped that Myra indeed had been a good translator so things hadn't been misunderstood. Well of course she had, knowing Myra it was probably just a case of how she spun it and judging by their laughs she had but a little bit of humor into to keep the good faith. "My aim may be far from true, but my luck is usually not what fails me - rather it seemed to fail you tonight, Davil." Vithkun said with a sift smile. There was no ill intent but with what had happened lately there was no way he could claim to have bad luck - this was just pure lack of skills and then the outcome could vary greatly. Vithkun wasn't slow to agree with Myra's request for a drink though and perhaps Davil was not the rude dwarf he Vithkun thought him to be but only time would tell here. However Vith was slightly concerned that that term 'drink' and 'share' would mean that he would be drinking bitter dwarven ale too. "I think we should, Myra, but was is the nature of this 'drink'? I wouldn't be as lucky as to be in the receiving end of a new bottle of that fine vintage would i?" he asked Myra with a smirk.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Nov 4, 2018 13:38:40 GMT -8
Myra had spun it well, weaved a tale within his words which only a few might be able to understand the truth of it. Davil in particular would be one of the ones present but he would not oust her for reasons that were his own and he intended on speaking to her in the morning in order to have a more private conversation. For now giving Vithkun the benefit of the doubt was within his regular good nature considering that he had seen little interaction between the two that meant more than friends. Perhaps good friends but Myra had not taken Vith’s hand until just that night and in his drunken state things had been hazy.
“‘Fraid not,” Davil would interject answering the question about the elven wine, if anything it served to improve his mood at the Prince either having to accept the ale or something stronger. Davil has a flask of whiskey in his breast pocket that he had been putting back earlier in bad taste simply to give him the will to act upon some things. Once again sober and his plans rather unfortunately ruined he did not intend on losing himself so quickly.
Myra laughed at it and moved towards one of the tables still within reach of the fire, “You might have a bit left,” she had somehow picked up the bottle and raised it to eye level, “Certainly not enough to last you out the night.”
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Nov 5, 2018 13:00:41 GMT -8
"I hadn't counted on it..." Vith said and sighed looking at a barrel of the dwarven ale feeling all sick just thinking about it. He may just have to give it a try and braced himself to ask Davil for a cup before Myra pulled the rest of his wine up saving his evening - if only just a little while longer. Vith lit up and smiled. "Aren't you the savior, Myra!" he said and grabbed the wine bottle. "No, unfortunately not, but it will prepare me for what lies ahead!" he said and didn't hesitate taking a healthy sip directly from the bottle. It was hardly prince like but right now it mattered little to him as he was hardly in the company of royalty - at least he didn't feel like it.
"But I'm not being a gentleman here. You want something?" he asked Myra and would look at the dwarf too. "Davil?" he asked including him - mostly to be polite.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Nov 5, 2018 13:12:10 GMT -8
Comfortable with dwarven ale Myra was already raising a hand towards one of the girls passing through. Flagging her down she answered Vithkun while Davil spoke to her in his one language, “We’ll get it covered.”
Relaxing here amongst a rougher people she felt at ease within their walls. It was a veritable fortress and with no known enemies that felt like warring with the dwarves it was likely to remain that way for a very long time. Her path had been long and arduous to bring her back here and before her visit here she’d found herself in a tower looking for insight. A rather dastardly place it had challenged her mind as best as it could and she came away with a better sense of who she was if not more impatience than she went in with. Vithkun had begun to balance that, giving her a more tempered outlook on the world around her.
Getting drunk might just make her go back to her normal self but she still took a rather large swallow and held onto her mug as she set it down.
Davil had no such hardship other than being too well liked and often hollered at when someone passed. He’d wave off others easily as he downed half of his glass a trickle running through his thick beard.
“So how did you end up getting involved in the mess that is Myra’s constant journeying?” Asking Vithkun a social question it was not an answer he looked for our of curiosity at his presence alone but his presence with her.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Nov 5, 2018 13:44:42 GMT -8
"So you're going for the... ale." Vithkun said and avoided any colorful description of their beer in the last moment. Myra looked positively relaxed here and Vithkun felt good seeing her like this though he was also rather surprised to see how well she was fitting in with the dwarves - and they certainly seemed to appreciate her far more than he imagined her real country did.
"More for me thank you!" he added as he took another sip of the bottle before Davil asked him about how he was dragged into this. "That is not even complicated..." Vith said and gave Davil a wry smile. "I got drunk and she put me on my back and said some very persuasive words." Vithkun said in a reference to her beating him down in response to his harsh words - and right at that moment Vithkun didn't even consider the possibility that those words could have a different meaning to a jealous dwarf.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Nov 5, 2018 13:50:32 GMT -8
“For the ale,” reassuring him of her choice even when unnecessary in the ale. Thankfully her mug had only been halfway to her face when he spoke his next bit.
Davil on the other hand was in the middle of a drink and he spit it out. Not a gentle mouth opening but a forceful exhale that had half back in his glass and the other half streaming towards Myra who immediately tossed herself back from the table. Seeing as they were sitting on benches and she was the only one along that one the whole thing went back. It caused her to be sprawled on the floor taking a rather nasty knock to the back of her head. Which seemed the theme to the night.
“Myra!” Davil’s voice raised in immediate concern even as the woman in question was raising a hand to signal she was alright.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Nov 5, 2018 14:29:38 GMT -8
Only had Vithkun finished his last words in that sentence as Davil spat out his ale - the torrent extending all the way over to Myra causing her to instinctively dodge backwards only to see her bench fall backwards and a thumbing sound resonated as she hit the back of her head. Vithkun's first thoughts was that the ale must have been extremely poor for a dwarf to spit it out like that.
"Davil what on earth are you doing?!?" Vithkun exclaimed as he rushed over to Myra although she quickly gave them a sign that she was okay. "Are you bleeding?" Vithkun asked as he extended his hand to help her get up.
"What was the deal with that? I know your bear is rather bitter but I did offer you something better..!" Vith said halfway jesting about Davil not accepting his wine.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Nov 5, 2018 19:30:50 GMT -8
Flustered Davil's cheeks were flushed even without the drink, which he'd gotten very little of considering most of it was across the table. He rose as well but the elf was much faster his movements fluid and strange to the rather stocky man who went to stammer a response, "It was an accident," he got out standing against the table to peer over it.
Myra on the floor had waved before her laughter peeled out her left hand rubbing the back of her head, "I believe it's what you said," she referred to Vith as his hand extended barely able to get the words out between the bubbling cackles that came from her mouth, "No bleeding I don't think but I'll have a grand knot after this one."
Davil's embarrassment wasn't easily dropped when she was laughing like a fool over there. He might have ran to her side had the elf not gotten the chance first. Myra had managed to escape the main onslaught of what Vith was considering to be swill. Grasping his hand she rose to her feet taking it without a second thought. Wavering slightly as she settled into place she leaned against the tall elf for balance brushing against him lightly her light eyes cast downward as she got a hold of herself.
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Volomina Yudalay
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Hello, world.~
Roleplay posts: 1
Age: 26
Physical Description: - 5'8" (not including horns)
- plump & voluptuous physique
- pure white skin
- thick mane of wine red hair
- young & gentle face
- red irises, black pupils & sclerae
- pointed ears, spaded tail
- sharp teeth, black claws on hands & feet
- black ram-like horns on head
- tattoo of purple circle with orange inverted pentacle within, located on palm of left hand
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES
- simple deep green velvet dress
- stained lace underskirt
- simple brown leather calf-length boots
EQUIPMENT
- cursed bejewelled dagger
- makeshift stone-headed spear
- hempen rope
- knitting needles & dyed yarns
- cauldron & ladle
Player's online availability : Wednesday evening to Sunday evening, GMT
Registered: Nov 8, 2018 19:31:33 GMT -8
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Post by Volomina Yudalay on Nov 8, 2018 20:52:44 GMT -8
There was then, all a sudden, a rustle from a ways off, followed by mysterious words - although the tone they were spoken in made it seem like they were curses. "L͜ư ̛dr͏uka!"
What appeared to be a young hooded woman in a cloak stumbled out, yanking the hem of her dress off from a thorny bush. She gave off a feral growl of frustration, and with a last powerful yank, the skirt was free - which sent her stumbling backwards into a tree.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Nov 10, 2018 3:44:56 GMT -8
"An accident?" Vithkun repeated Davil's words with a frown. "An accident would be to spill it on your own clothes, but you spilled it five foot away on someones else's." Vithkun said having a hard time understanding his reasoning but it did seem like he was at least sorry and it wasn't his intention.
"Well I'm glad your alright from that." Vithkun said not quite able to understand why she had reacted like that. Chuckling and laughing was she now? Vithkun intended to drag her to her feet but none of Myra's strength had waned from that and more than anything else she dragged herself up and Vith had to brace his stance extra as not to get dragged down with her. It was but for a brief moment until she regained her balance, but Vith held on to her hand for that while before flashing a short smile allowing her to sit down again as Vith did.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Nov 10, 2018 8:12:54 GMT -8
"I think it was the way you phrased how we met," Myra once again on her feet she'd accepted Vith's help without a second thought. Going from reclusive and angry she had found a true friend so far within him if she didn't scratch to low beneath the surface. Being back among the dwarves also reminded her of the fact that not all creatures feared the Drow or cared to dismiss them so easily.
Davil defending himself in the same right seemed rather cross about the whole ordeal commented rather harshly, "It was rather crass."
Hands still entangled Myra squeezed Vith's slightly in an attempt to contain his own answer. Her own would be less kindly to his reputation for she could not speak of the events without saying the truth of the matter. Therefore she settled upon, "It was simply a misunderstanding at the time but I did attempt to knock him off his chair as you did to me on accident."
Attempted and succeeded but that part was rather unnecessary to say.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Nov 10, 2018 11:38:55 GMT -8
"The way I phra..." Vithkun said as it suddenly dawned how the dwarf might have heard it. "Ahhh! No, no, no!" Vithkun said and waved his index finger dismissively. "I assure you it was nothing like that!" Vithkun said affirmatively and snickered from the misunderstanding. "We were having a minor discussion about 'cultures' when she hit me with a compelling argument. Right here..!" Vithkun said and pointed demonstratively at his jaw elaborating more on what had happened than perhaps Myra cared to tell. He gave her a teasing gaze and a smirk - it was an act of balance not to anger her but his gut feeling told him that this wouldn't happen again lest he returned to acting like he had that night.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Nov 10, 2018 19:12:25 GMT -8
Davil soothed by his explanation but not by their actions there was not a doubt that Myra would have slugged the man without a second thought to his station. The fact that now they seemed quite comfortable around one another had the opposite effect on his nerves from the instant that he'd seen the woman again. No amount of consoling himself would ease the uncertainty of his own varied emotions and while Vithkun had no the faintest care to consider his companion in that manner Davil had been struck by her the instant she'd threatened to knock his head from his shoulders.
"From what I've been told she is rather fond of demonstrating her sincerity," Davil eased back into his seat pulling his mug towards him.
Myra chose to take her place across from him as she had before but Vithkun had been on the opposite side unless he chose to sit next to her. One of the girls was cleaning the table and offered a clean cloth but she barely had to blot any of it away. Davil spoke while she was busying herself with it but she looked up to him with a smile, "Had you not changed your tone you would have received the same treatment."
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Nov 11, 2018 5:49:18 GMT -8
"Sincerity you say? Well that would be putting it mildly. Myra is firm in her opinions and will go to quite the extremes proving that she stands by what she says." Vithkun explained but perhaps it was best not to tell Davil exactly what they had argued about. Though it would tell Davil that Myra was indeed fond of the dwarves it might also put Vithkun in a situation where he had to explain himself for opinions that wine and frustrations had vastly exaggerated. For a moment Vithkun felt some degree of kinship by the way they spoke of this situation as if it was fond memories already - the kind of memories that connected friends across time.
It was natural for Vithkun to sit beside Myra instead of reclaimed his seat beside Davil and somewhere deep he felt as if he wanted to catch her if something like that happened again. Vithkun then addressed the servant girl who came to clean up. "I'm feeling adventurous, so perhaps you can serve me some of your ale? The best and least bitter thank you." Vithkun said with a soft smile hoping this gesture might soften Davil up a bit, who seemed increasingly tense. "Or perhaps you can recommend one, Davil?"
"I see, perhaps you had an argument too? I would be interested in hearing what that was about." Vith said with a wry smile.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Nov 11, 2018 6:05:26 GMT -8
“Enough about me,” moving the conversation away from herself Myra did not enjoy the consistent attention to her rather strange ideals. If words did not work fists would do and she’d manage no matter what was laid against her. Considering what she had done to rescue Vithkun before there was not much more to prove on her end. Davil would never hear that tale because she would not share it but she could speak on other topics, “Davil was not aware that I understood what he was saying.”
Davil had much to be embarrassed about if she fully shared the details so he busied himself being helpful and spoke in dwarvish to the servant girl before reassuring Vith, “She’ll get you something suitable.”
Suitable to him had meant something much less strong than the regular ale and sweeter to suit his senses. Myra was not only proud of Vith for trying the ale but to Davil for making up for some of his earlier behavior.
“You never did say where you learned to speak the language?” Though Vith had moved the topic to their own arguments he tried to shift it away again.
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