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 23:41:30 GMT -8
"I see." Vithkun replied to Myra and turned to Davil. "I'm sure she wouldn't even need to know what you were saying to understand what you meant." Vithkun said and smiled. "Is it the many years in Host that taught you to intuitively understand what other people think about you? Because then I'm impressed and it's a skill not many possess." Vithkun said and turned back to Myra. "Perhaps you should even go back with me to High Haven some day and tell me what my advisers really mean when they speak to me! We could powder your skin and nobody would notice!" Vithkun said in jest and chuckled.
"I'll take 'something suitable' then." Vithkun said frowning with a smile while being kept in the dark about what that might be. "I guess now that I'm opposite to you it's in your hands that I don't make the same circus act you just did before." he said wryly. Whether or not Myra would elaborate on his question or Davil succeeded in diverting the subject Vithkun would receive his beer and as he held it between his hands it was with slight regret. He gave a brave but reluctant smile to Davil and Myra and took a sip. The beer might have been sweeter and and less strong than the usual ones they drank but Vithkun still had to fight not to have his face contort into the shape of an old lemon. It tasted like liquid bread - but not elven bread. Rather bitter and slightly stale bread that had been of less than premium quality to start with.
It was barely acceptable but taking another sip he found that one easier to swallow - perhaps it was a case of getting used to it? "It's a very different experience from elven wine I have to say." Vithkun commented diplomatically. "It's not as difficult to drink as I had expected but what is the general attraction to this? The taste seem rather one noted and you would have to drink an awful lot to feel the effect of the spirits with this." Vithkun asked curiously giving the beer a scrutinizing glance.
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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 12, 2018 9:06:08 GMT -8
"It is the many years outside of Host that have taught me about the expressions of others," Myra did not elaborate on the subject nor care to, "But I think even if I painted my skin it might be too much of a ruse for it to pass." Spending time around humans had taught her about the subtle art of lying and how capable other races were of it. Being brought before the council had been her first true taste and from then on out she had vowed to never be taken advantage of again. That meant reading body language and being adept at listening to the true tone from someones face and how it matched up to their expression. Vith did not smile with his eyes when he was given the beer and took a sip of it so she instead would flag down the girl who was carrying the tray and speak to her quickly to right the situation.
"Davil was trying to be kind," or so she saw it, "She'll get you something with a good strength to it."
Davil appeared rather put off by his statement in a sense raising one brow but not commenting on Myra's words, he had and he had not. Getting the elf drunk was to his liking as him stammering out his words would be a rather amusing but he let it go, "I might make a repeat if you keep bringing it up."
Myra did smile at that one mimicking the very one that Vithkun had shown a minute ago. Her own glass before her its own strength not sapped and very present from the first sip. It was well spiced and the hard cut of the liquor was barely present unless one searched for it. It still burned slightly, the good sort of sensation that slid down your throat and filled your belly. Taking it in strides repeating their first meeting with the tables turned was hardly her intention.
"The one you have is one of the people," Davil would speak to his beer, "It may be a bit of an acquired taste for an outsider. Myra's choice might be best."
"Myra's choice is a good deal more to deal with," Myra spoke of herself in the first person, clearly amused, "But he is stronger than you think," a sideways glance to Vith at the compliment given she quickly moved on from it laying her forearms across the table and leaning into it.
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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 13, 2018 4:40:46 GMT -8
Vithkun was again reminded that Myra was cursed to tell the truth and the truth only. "I think you'd be surprised at how much is unspoken in High Haven and how little you'd have to say directly." Vithkun said in a compliment to Myra's ability to 'speak around the truth' so to say. "The first thing that would bring you into suspicion would probably be when you dismiss a fine vintage and asks for a mug of ale!" Vithkun said and chuckled as he nudged her slightly with his elbow.
"Oh I'm not displeased with this... ale. But it is indeed a new experience I might have to get used to. I will taste another one if you think it suits me better." Vithkun said politely addressing both Myra and Davil. More strength though? He wondered if that was what was needed, but he didn't want to turn it down now that Myra had recommended it. Vithkun glanced back at Myra. "So you think I'll need my strength to drink this? Funny how even downing a drink here seems to require immense physical effort. Maybe it is so no one else will bother stealing it?" he mentioned in jest as he put his new beer up to his lips giving it a short sniff as if it was potentially a dangerous liquid.
Vithkun took a short sip of the beer feeling the spiciness but although it was clearly a strong ale, he found it much easier to drink than the other one. He tasted the beer once more and with a slight smirk he gave Davil a brief glance - he was confident he could do it and grabbed the mug with both hands before opening his mouth wide. First he took it easy chugging the beer in a way that he could abandon the task at any point but as he felt it was indeed possible without making a 'Davil' he raised it horizontally and downed the contents in quick succession before eventually turning it completely bottoms up until it was all gone.
Putting the mug away with a self confident grin he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Well that wasn't too bad. Now that I had a bit of water I wonder when the beer arrives?" he said with a wry smile although he was admittedly starting to feel slightly more tipsy than he was just before.
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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 13, 2018 7:04:16 GMT -8
Surprised by their deception was not something that Myra ever believed might truly occur. Hardened by the council of her own people the way Vith spoke of his in turn reminded her that they were close in race than any others might truly admit. Despite the truth of the matter which Vith once again remembered was all she could say other options were available to her. Particularly not opening her mouth at all but with the elf rather inclined to focus on his own ale and the way he spoke constantly, a complete opposite to his companion, he was unlikely to notice. Davil did, however notice the way her chin dipped downward slightly at the statement before rising at his next when he nudged her. Vithkun had drawn out a rather rare part of her personality in true laughter at his words as she told him, "I might actually enjoy it more than you think."
The sip he'd shared earlier had been enough to wet her palate but also inform her that there was danger in elven wine. Deceptively delicious in its grandeur she could easily succumb to its strength and allow herself under. As it were when Vith knocked back his own drink she'd been about to tell him to slow the roll that he was on.
Davil had no need of an elf out drinking him but he wasn't about to start a contest, even if he was sure he could win it, after the last assault. Therefore he would in noticing the way the man constantly looked to his companion, jest back in order to bring his attention round, "Strength and might can be taken two different ways, your highness," he hardly said it in such a joking manner as Myra even if the rest of his tone was fairly amused, "Though you will need a strong constitution if you continue to drink it as if it is water."
Myra was barely halfway through her glass and Davil was finishing his sliding it across to the edge of the table where there was another woman making rounds who also filled up Vith's pint as well. Davil had warned Vith and Myra did not feel the need to express it again but she did place a hand on his shoulder to excuse herself for a moment, "I'll be back shortly," sliding backwards she had to move one leg over the bench with the long dress. While it kept her modesty no one could truly call the movement graceful if it weren't for her ability to make it so. Straightening and releasing the folds of fabric the very hand that had just moments ago been on Vith's shoulder returned as she passed behind him tossing out a rather fond, "Play nice," to both of them as she went to the powder room.
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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 14, 2018 12:19:13 GMT -8
Vithkun was slightly surprised that Davil wasn't more competitive than that and turned down his thinly veiled challenge - but perhaps he had had enough of competition today seeing that even winning didn't always yield the prize you expected? "Not even the least bit impressed?" Vithkun asked with a slight smile. "But I would agree that there is a clear limit to how much I could do this." he said and shrugged letting servant fill up his mug taking a small sip this time before putting it down again.
"Hmm?" Vithkun asked as Myra excused herself. "Oh I see. Don't break into their library and get lost on the way!" he teased her back briefly touching Myra's hand on his shoulder. It was a move he didn't think too much about but it seemed like casual contact was starting to happen naturally. A quick glance was cast after Myra as she left and Vithkun caught himself appreciating her elegance in the dress she wore and turned to Davil. "I can tell you that she isn't always that elegant." he said and smiled pointing a thumb in Myra's direction.
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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 14, 2018 12:39:42 GMT -8
Davil wanted to disagree with Vithkun immediately if only to play devils advocate but it was impossible as it was the truth of the matter. He watched her go as well, watched the way her hand graced the other elf’s shoulder, watched their small interactions that were almost too close for comfort. Public affection was not something he believed that Myra would whole heartedly jump into, small glances here and there but nothing too far gone to be obscene. Davil saw it in the way she defended Vithkun, the way she softened his translations, and when she walked away it was not him who received a second look.
Myra had even laughed at the library comment while Davil grumbled into another drink of the beer which had put him under so quickly earlier. What good was it to worry about his feelings to start when his competition was every bit the high elf that he was born to be.
“I’ll be impressed if you can hold it in as well as you swallow it,” Davil told him before commenting on his second mention of the woman, “I’ve seen before. Quite terrifying if you allow her to be and yet I doubt she would harm anyone or anything that did not deserve it without true cause.”
He held his cup between his hands glancing at her once more before she reached the door and was gone from their sight, “You make a rather odd couple,” he was fishing for an answer but disguising it in a way that could be taken as traveling companions or something more.
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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 17, 2018 3:38:42 GMT -8
"Well..." Vithkun went and took another small sip. "I've seen her both as being quite fierce but also somewaht vulnarable - although she would probably become 'quite fierce' if she knew I was mentioning this trait of hers to you." Vithkun said and chuckled a little to himself. Vithkun had seen many instances of this on their trip but it was not something he felt like she would show lightly and thus he didn't care to elaborate too much on this lest she might think that he misused her trust. "But these moments aren't the ones you'd want others to babble on about right?" he said and leaned back looking up into the ceiling musing about their two weeks on the road.
"Odd couple you say? How so are we an odd couple, Davil?" Vithkun asked casually as he didn't seem to mind the question too much. It struck him as a tad wierd and he wondered what Davil really meant by that deciding to pursue it a little further. "Are you trying to strike conversation with that question, because that would be the first time tonight - the others being thinly veiled insults." Vithkun added still with softly spoken and no offense taken. "You see where I come from, people are better at hiding both their true agenda and their insults - it really doesn't suit you dwarves to try and act like elves." he said gave Davil a casual 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 17, 2018 16:08:02 GMT -8
Had Myralthrine known that he was sharing privileged information she might have never left the table, showing weakness wasn't a thing she would ever purposefully have done. The trek so far had been fraught with peril both physical and emotional. As it were Davil was surprised that the man was sharing something so openly that he was fairly certain the woman would be against as well. Considering her last visit she had been practically stony faced until he'd gotten her to drink and open up, and to realize that dwarven beer was much stronger than she realized, he had not heard her laugh. Yet in the presence of this elf he'd heart it often, openly, and with such sincerity that it shocked him. "No I am sure she would not care for the sort of sharing you are doing for her."
Demolishing what was left of his own cup in one fell swoop he set it aside in order to allow it to be refilled on the next pass through. The hall was well attended by the King's servants and it would not take long for an empty cup to be filled.
Brave beyond measure when it came to a physical battle Davil had been insulted before and rather glibly drew out an ax. Many backed down from his challenge but he'd proven himself a worthy opponent with steel in his hands but not in his voice. He drew up a little straighter while he was being admonished about his lack of skill in dropping petty insults, "No, that's best suited for the tongues of fairer folk than me who cannot say what they mean. Therefore I will be plain, Myra is a woman of caliber beyond her station. I would rather not see her taken advantage of and yet I cannot deny what I have seen with my eyes in how she acts around you. I mean to question your intentions as to her if I am going to be as open as you seem to be trying to be."
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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 18, 2018 4:05:48 GMT -8
Had that little piece of information been stretching it a bit too far? At least Davil seemed to think so - and insisted on calling Vithkun out on it. Vith was becoming increasingly tired of his insults and sighed deeply. "It is called getting to know each other and I don't consider it a bad trait of hers, just the opposite. She possesses some strength beyond how we normally gauge people." Vithkun explained seeing Davil picking up the drinking pace quite severely. Vithkun had observed Myra for some time now and what he would have definitely branded as 'weakness' before they met he now looked upon almost with awe, though he still didn't quite understand the depths of 'vulnurability'.
"I agree, it is quite clearly something we're very adept at." Vithkun said waving his hand casually believing it was another feeble attempt at insulting him, though his attention returned as he heard Davil's continued words. "Davil..." he said and took a sip of the ale as he looked him straight in the eyes. "If anyone here is being taken advantage of - it is me." he said firmly. "She sought me out and more or less coerced me into joining. I have everything to lose... my kingdom, my fiance, my life. As I understand it Myra can only gain by partaking this quest due to her low position among her people. So you be the judge. Who is risking everything? Who is being taken advantage of?" Vithkun said rather sternly consciously omitting the part where he took the jewel for himself as that might arouse emotions with the dwarf. Also exactly how that would be happening was still a point in question and he hoped that at some point Myra might see that money might buy her way back through society better than playing a hero for her ungrateful elders.
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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 18, 2018 8:12:04 GMT -8
Davil had not openly been attempting to insult him, rather the opposite in fact because his frankness was valued among dwarves. Pretty speech and misunderstood words suited no one, most spoke their mind even if it was rather unhelpful in most places. Vithkun had obviously not taken his meaning the way he had intended the question and therefore he was free from suspicion for the moment. His defensive nature was to his own gain and loss and there was a singular word that caught his attention 'fiance.' He almost breathed a sigh of relief and certainly some of the strain from his features was lessened. Lost in the interpretation of the elfs own words. "An honest answer if I've ever heard one," almost grudgingly admitting his sincerity Davil could be blamed for his poor manners earlier but not if he continued and he rather relaxed feeling that the threat was assuaged or rather not present. A threat that he could not have acted upon even if his heart truly desired it. Were he a woman he might weep for his standing but he could not do so, but he could make amends, or not, "I agree that the lass can be frightening at times but I truly would not think for her to hold something above you that was so precious as to make you take this trek. Her lack of speaking of where you are going tells me she does not return lightly."
Myralthrine was making her way back into the hall then, the skirts she wore had to be held in order to take the steps and even moving around the tables was a much more careful affair. Davil spotted her as she was coming from behind Vith but the hall was vast and he might have a chance to speak before she reached them if he had but little to say. Not that Davil believed the elf ever had a lack of words to spew out.
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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 18, 2018 9:22:11 GMT -8
"Well I'm not trying to convolute anything." Vithkun said and shrugged as he draw another slurp from the mug. "Well we happened to be after the same thing and she convinced me that there was no way to gain entrance without both a drow and one of my kin entering together. Of course I refused at first, but she was - as I said before - quite convincing both in tongue and strength." Vithkun explained with a straight face. "However I just can't see what she'll gain bringing it back to the dump that Host is. Her elders will claim it and she'll be in no better situation than when she started." Vithkun complained not realizing Myra was approaching although she would still be out of reach when he spoke those words.
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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 18, 2018 9:30:02 GMT -8
Vithkun said she was convincing in part because of how she spoke and her own manner. Myra knew his intention was to take the stone but now it was dawning on Davil that it might also be so. No one took a journey like this simply for the fact that they had a few cross words tossed at them. Besides he knew Myra was about to the table and it was his last chance in order to draw out the truth while they were alone, “And yet she comes from Host, do you not think she is a product of her home and her elders? And as such equally as low in standing as you believe Host to be?”
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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 18, 2018 9:36:33 GMT -8
Vithkun took a sip more from his beer that was now emptied and put it away as Davil spoke again. What was this question? Vithkun frowned and tensed up feeling that Davil was either trying to goad Vithkun into admitting that he cared little for Myra - or Davil meant what he said himself. Either way to Vithkun this was over the line and Vithkun realized that even though he perhaps coveted the jewel he did care about Myra's feelings in all of this and he leaned forward narrowing his eyes into a frown.
"Not as low as dwarves..."
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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 18, 2018 9:46:14 GMT -8
Myra had only been privy to the last few words that were spoken by Davil and then Vithkun’s rather stark words were taken at face value when she approached. “What’s not as low as the dwarves?”
Davil took this opportunity to take a good drain of his pint that had been refilled slamming it back down to where it slopped over the side casting foam onto the wood.
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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 18, 2018 10:56:01 GMT -8
Vith turned his head towards Myra as she asked the crucial question. She hadn't heard - but she had heard enough so that it was hard to think about much that would make it up. Unless he straight up blamed Davil. "Davil..." Vithkun said and gesticulated towards the dwarf. "Davil suggested I might think of you as being low in standing since you were born in Host. I could not take such insult towards you and... perhaps... flung out something slightly inappropriate!" Vithkun excused himself though he was neither sorry nor interested in feigning being sorry at this point.
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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 18, 2018 11:30:19 GMT -8
Davil was about to defend himself but Myra managed to cut him off, “Quit goading him Davil,” she believed Vith immediately and though she was friends with the dwarf she could acknowledge his behavior had been less than kind. The reasoning behind it she could not figure and she never took a seat before asking of him, “I would speak with you if you would be so kind to excuse us,” the last part was said to Vith.
Davil rose pushing his cup aside his features slightly drawn, “I’m not going to be got onto like a child,” he may not have been forthright with Vith but he was more so with Myra, “If you’ll excuse me.”
Myra was fuming but refused to allow his attitude to ruin the night and shrugged slightly attempting to keep her anger controlled by not opening her mouth.
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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 18, 2018 11:51:39 GMT -8
Vithkun crossed his arms and assumed a smile which in smugness could compare to that when he first met Myra - although this time it was directed towards Davil. "Sure, I'll go powder my ears..." Vithkun said in jest and was about to leave when Davil as Davil excused himself - or rather walked away like a child and Vithkun sighed and looked at Myra. "He's not the easy kind." he said although he knew he had been somewhat contributing to the trouble himself.
"Why is he like that?" Vithkun asked as he took another sip of his beer. "You don't think that..." Vithkun said and slowly put his beer down because of his sudden realization. "You don't think that he's a veteran in the Washarian wars where the dwarves had a brief scuffle with our kin - do you?" Vithkun mused thinking that the pieces would fit quite perfectly if that was the case.
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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 18, 2018 11:56:18 GMT -8
“You also have a tendency to get underneath the skin,” she spoke to his first comment on his behavior as she watched him stalk off. Following him only with her eyes there was some regret there, “But he has been kind to me and when I visited before he was the first to break down some barriers of uncertainty as to my heritage.”
The Drow had no scuffles with the Dwarves for some time but as Vith had mentioned the elves had. It had been some time ago, enough that the younglings would only hear of it. “Perhaps,” she did not think Davil the kind to hold a grudge but, “He is decorated but for what I am unaware.”
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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 18, 2018 13:08:35 GMT -8
"To get under the skin? And what is that supposed to mean?" Vithkun asked skeptically. For sure his emotions were a little more exaggerated having gotten wine and a few beers under the skin. "I really can't see what I did to have him act like that - war veteran or not." Vith said and crossed his arms. "Do I still get under your skin too? Because then perhaps it's about time to tell me, please!" Vithkun insisted turning towards Myra to show that he was insistent. He was however also slightly unstable and had to grab the table to keep from losing balance but looked no less serious, and his speech also still nearly immaculate with little sign of drunkenness.
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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 18, 2018 18:47:32 GMT -8
Vithkun had underestimated the alcohol content of the beer that he was drinking and his glass kept getting refilled. It was difficult to judge just how deep you were in when you never truly emptied the first one. Myra had been paying better attention and her stepping away from the table had lessened the damage to her. Overall she was pleasantly tipsy with a slight buzz that had her normally tight lips loosening as she giggled, “It means that you have a way of getting either on the nerves or hitting the right nerve. Take Davil for example, you barely met the dwarf and yet you managed to set him off almost right away. As you did with me as well.”
He worried he still did it and she waved him off while she was taking a sip. “More the opposite.”
Tipsy wasn’t enough for her to say she enjoyed his company. The words had been on the edge of her lips but she reached over instead to steady him laughing as she said, “Don’t fall out of your seat on your own accord this time!”
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