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 20, 2018 2:50:52 GMT -8
Earlier Vithkun might as well have been angry about being called out like that but scratching his head he took a few moments to actually think about it. "Is that why... that thug imprisoned me?" Vithkun asked revealing a slight smile. "The opposite you say? So perhaps you find me amusing..?" Vithkun asked though with his question he meant to ask Myra if she found him involuntarily amusing, although this might not have been clear through his words alone.
Reaching towards him to try to steady him was an act Vithkun saw as a confirmation to his last question and as Myra did so Vith would try to wave his arms dismissively. Right now appearing involuntarily amusing to Myra was something he wanted to avoid at all costs. "No, no I'm fine, Myra..!" Vithku said dismissively although at that very moment - and as he had contact with Myra's arm - his foot slipped in a small pool of beer Davil had left there as Vith tried to find foothold.
With a surprised expression Vithkun fell towards the floor and of pure instinct he clenched his fist around Myra's arm - the effect most likely being that she would follow Vith down on the floor.
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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 20, 2018 4:25:49 GMT -8
His smile egged on her response in part about the very imprisonment she'd rescued him from not too long ago, "Perhaps it was," he had a rather large mouth and she could certainly see that being the reason he'd been taken considering what she had gotten out of the courier. Their intention wasn't to harm anyone but simply to lighten their pockets. As far as her finding him amusing she did not answer right away simply because she did not have one, certainly he had a funny air to him sometimes and he did make her laugh but as a whole he was not amusing. He wasn't some jester in a lauded court where he entertained all of them. Unfortunately, or fortunately, he gave her no time for an answer as she steadied him and he did lie to her about his state of being. Not a lie she rather minded as he was trying to put his pride before everything and her being slightly tipsy herself was amused by the gesture but not enough to say that was simply what he was.
He grasped her arm as she had reached and him leaning back meant that he was tilting out of the low bench that they were placed at. It wasn't terribly high off the floor but enough that when his feet shifted it caused him to go backwards. Myra found the same fault in her footing as she wasn't secure in her seat and her left hand got nothing but air as they tilted downward together. She felt his hand not only on her arm then but also on her waist as he drew her in throughout the quick fall. There was no time to react other than to allow the gesture for in it he was attempting to shield her from the brunt force of it. Landing rather precariously across his chest his arm wrapped around her and her left arm pressed against the side of him while her right hand had slipped forward to the ground from where he had grabbed her, it kept her just upright from his face the folds of her skirt trapping her between the small bench and the floor making it difficult to do any swift movements. Her concern wasn't quite yet for moving, as she had not given thought to their position, but rather she would ask of him, "Are you 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 21, 2018 12:53:17 GMT -8
Vithkun rolled to his back and not before he had instinctively yanked Myra down with him did he realize and although in a half drunken state his reflexes were still quick as he put his hands on Myra's waist as she came rolling down on top of him. He reacted before he could even think about what to do and the only thought in his mind there was to protect her from being hurt from the fall - even though it would most likely be Vith who would suffer the consequences had he not reacted as promptly.
"Ah... yes. I'm fine." Vithkun asked to her question and was quite surprised that Myra hadn't blamed Vith for dragging her down with him and he blushed slightly. Not only because he had been so clumsy while trying so hard not to, but also because he suddenly realized how close they were. He could feel the mild warmth of her breath coupled with a delicate perfume, his firm palms on her hips and for a moment he was once again lost in the stars that were her eyes noticing Myra's surprised but compassionate expression this accident had conjured forth.
It was different from when he dragged her down in the water a week earlier - that was all fun and play - this was a tender sensation. Almost intimate. "Myra..." her name slipped past his lips along with a soft smile as if he couldn't keep back neither - but what could have come after this was held back. He felt a strong and sudden attraction towards this woman but he was still confused as to why this feeling surfaced and he changed the direction of his words into a joke. "I think... I can feel Davil's beer on my back." he said and chuckled lightly. Even if it was not those exact words of affection that had been so close to crossing his lips, they were words that expressed joy of the situation. The joy of Myra even.
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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 21, 2018 14:54:58 GMT -8
Settled into the position into which she had fallen she laid against him fittingly, their bodies lining up well and curves lying within one another as if they were puzzle pieces meant to fit. That was far from either's mind at first as Vithkun had simply been selfless without meaning to and Myra had been surprised at the events. It seemed fitting considering how the rest of the evening had gone so far that they might have such an awkward encounter such as this. Frankly as Myra questioned his well being it wasn't quite as awkward as it should have been for her temptation to simple lean down was far to great and his name on her lips made her wish to utter his despite vowing not to. In fact when he did speak of her own those blue eyes held such a longing that she was not quite able to express nor was she certain what was going on within her. Butterflies flitted in her stomach and held her attention, what nerves dragged at her fingertips to brush a strand of hair from the edge of his face.
Attempting to get a hold of her rampant emotions and thoughts he may just be coming to a realization that she was a woman but she had came to the opposite realization along the road here. His skin was as pale as the moon but it was fair and his demeanor uncommonly kind to her and she'd become enamored without realizing the fact that it had really occurred. Denying it now to herself keeping it back and not admitting to the very cause of it kept her from proceeding with the actions that had momentarily came to her but it did not stop her the flitting glance down to his lips as he said the words 'I think' and then followed them with a rather odd remark. One that thankfully broke the breath that was hitched at her throat.
Her forehead laid gently against the edge of his collarbone as she began to laugh some of her weight dropped slightly. Her laughter was enough to bring tears to her eyes even as she drew back onto her knees before him reaching a hand to help him into a sitting position. It would place her with her left knee between his legs and her right around the outside of his hip. Close but not overwhelmingly so and enough for her to realize as she got through her laughter, "You're covered in beer now and I do not think I can get up without tearing this dress."
Her feet were beneath the bar stool and if she were to pull forward she would tatter the edges of it. Not upset in the slightest she still smiled from her laughter. He would have to move first if she was to find any decent way to stand and the dwarves down the way though tickled by the situation were not offering to help.
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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 24, 2018 11:00:13 GMT -8
The closeness had been intense in a mild way but as Vithkun chuckled the brief deadlock was broken and as Myra started to laugh so did Vithkun and when Myra's head leaned on Vithkun's chest he gently placed his palm on her shoulder. Right now he felt compassion towards Myra something he hadn't felt towards anyone for a long while. "Is it that bad? Oh no, we're going to tear an old elf's dress!" Vithkun laughed and took Myra's hand enabling him to get to a sitting position although their legs were well intertwined.
Using the leverage points of the bench and the table with each hand Vithkun pulled himself up careful not to slip this time. Once up he presented Myra with both hands hoping she would indeed be able to get up without tearing the fine dress. "I can feel the backside of my shirt being drenched." Vithkun said with a wry smile glancing over his shoulder raising it slightly. "Did you dress make it up alive?" Vithkun asked afterwards.
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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 24, 2018 11:12:51 GMT -8
"It would be somewhat a shame," she gave him at the comment about the dress. It fit her well and was beautiful but the small specks of beer earlier would have to be almost flogged out in order to be cleaned off of it as delicate as the fabric was. Vith was able to get up without entangling her and even gave her his hands in order to assist her up. The beer never having been mopped off the floor was a hazard to both but he'd managed and she, being slightly tipsy still, had not ensured her footing when she attempted to get up only her right hand making contact as she raised upward preparing to use her left to grab his. Instead of grasping as her left foot hit the floor it slipped back and she went forward. Landing against his chest her left hand gracing the edge of his chest. Her footing was still not stable her cheek turned against him as if he had pulled her in for an embrace.
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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 24, 2018 12:11:39 GMT -8
It seemed that the beer on Vithkun's back was far from all that had been spilled on the floor and in a moment of urgency Myra's foot slipped and he quickly moved to help her not fall down on the floor as he drew her right hand closer to her while sinking into his knees put his left arm around her. It all happened so fast and none of it had been done by conscious thought and as they stood there Vithkun once again blushed feeling Myra's body so close to his - even more so than on the floor. His nose picked up the sweet smell of her hair and as he reluctantly breathed out his fingers grasped slightly tighter into Myra's skin as if some part in him wanted this embrace to be real - wanted to draw her in even closer and enjoy the warmth and affection that seemed to spark whenever they were close to each other. Vithkun closed his eyes for a moment before whispering with slight grin.
"Watch out, okay?" his words full of tenderness his arms not hinting at letting go quite yet. If he felt Myra wanted to, he would immediately let go. But this could do lasting for a few moments more, Vithkun was the sentiment.
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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 24, 2018 12:12:04 GMT -8
Held tightly together both were grasping upon each other like the final straw that keeping them from being voted off of the island. He smelled sweet, like a mixture of pine and syrup from the sap in the drink that both had been partaking in. Resting there within his arms a comfort fell over her and she did not immediately release because she couldn't. Had anyone held her in such a manner? Whispered to her so sweetly? Her breath hitched in her throat again as she remained in place her left hand clenching the material of his shirt and gracing his skin beneath it the smooth texture gracing him just as her hot breath went over his skin.
"You too," she whispered just as tender, no teasing in her voice this time, just a gentle uncertainty of the situation they were placed in. The dwarves down the table from them were laughing and speaking in dwarvish and though Vithkun could not understand their words she knew they were making fun of the clumsy Elf and the Drow. She allowed her forehead to gently rest on the edge of his collarbone still as she half laughed the sound like a harsh breath, "We probably look foolish."
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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 24, 2018 12:24:48 GMT -8
The brief moment felt like an hour as they stood there, but as Myra spoke of their situation Vithkun reluctantly glanced in the dwarves' direction. He wasn't at all fond of showing such vulnerability to the dwarves - well to anyone at all. But Myra was starting to be an exception although it was hard to admit still. "I'm sure we do." Vithkun said and smiled as he released her from his clutch wishing that it had been more of an embrace than it had been. Vithkun again offered her both hands so she could stabilize her herself trying to catch a glance from Myra with his own, hunting proofs to whether their tender - although clumsy - clutching of each other had been genuine.
"Lest we want to give another show to the dwarves we better withdraw for the night, don't you think? I'll follow you to your room." Vithkun said and nodded in that general direction but remembered that he did not know the exact way. "And I'm quite serious about 'following' as I don't know where you have been accommodated." Vithkun said with a chuckle.
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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 24, 2018 12:31:40 GMT -8
Managing a rather more graceful rise than before both made it to their feet without further incident. If they had no one of the others might have came to their aid instead of watching with the laughter that had occurred. Myra paid them but a scant glance because she did not care for their opinion. Perhaps Vith did too much as it moved back to him. He looked of confirmation that there was something there more than what there should be. They were but barely friends at best, in the end they might be enemies. The farthest thought from her mind was the jewel they were after for at that moment all she felt was the throbbing of her heart in her chest. It threatened to burst right out from beneath the ribs it was so settled in. His release had allowed her to breath properly but if he kept looking at her so she'd remain breathless and lost for she sought the very same in him an uncertainty beneath the surface in how she bit the side of her lip drawing inward in a moment of thought.
"Will you be able to find your way back is the next question?" He did need to follow and with a wave at the dwarves to give them something else to remember them by she kept her hand slightly outward. It was half of an offer for him to take it, "It's quite a ways, I can go alone if you do not wish to make the trek back."
She did not wish to go along, her offer was only a kindness but one that wasn't related in how dull the refusal sounded.
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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 24, 2018 12:57:44 GMT -8
Vithkun was quite happy to see Myra standing straight again but as he caught her eyes he saw his own uncertainty mirrored, his thoughts gravitating towards their journey and the jewel - the damned jewel. He needed the jewel so badly to accomplish his ambitions but he was starting to unconsciously curse its existence. However he closed his eyes and let the thoughts about their goal be quenched for now and a smile curled up his cheeks. "Somehow..." Vithkun said and rubbed his chin thinking it was probably him that needed to be accompanied to his room, although he would not suggest something like that. "I'll figure something out - and at very least I'll try to fall asleep not to far from the road to here so you can wake me up tomorrow when you pass me by!" he said jokingly before waving to the dwarves while his fingers brushed on Myra's palm before closing them around her hand awaiting her lead.
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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 24, 2018 13:07:13 GMT -8
"You'd find yourself in bed with no recollection of how you got there," she teased him at his joke about falling asleep. As his fingers slid across her palm lightly taking it within his own she allowed her own to slip around the edge of it drawing upon him as they left the great hall. She could not lie and therefore she was not fibbing when she mentioned that it was quite a ways down within the city. Set off of the main barracks she'd been given officers quarters for visitors but only because she was female. A male would have been settled within the main area. Leading him down the stairs they'd come to a long ramp that circled downward towards one of the main groves. It was a short cut around to the side of the stone area in which the soldiers were held. The area was plain in appearance with long low buildings set apart and made like a dorm with a main bathhouse and dining hall.
Myra took the steps carefully her mind slightly clearer from all that had occurred and her cheeks flushed from the excitement of a night filled with song and anger and a happiness that was budding uncontrollable within her. They were unlikely to be understood on the walk down but she wished to speak slightly privately on the walk and did so in elvish, "It seems that your opinion has changed slightly?"
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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 24, 2018 13:35:07 GMT -8
"You think they'd be that courteous with an elf like me?" Vithkun answered with a wry smile. "Considering their hospitality until now I bet you're right - but I'd wager they'd be passing the word around though!" Vithkun laughed as he let Myra slightly guide him by his hand. "These buildings aren't as impressive as the ones I pass by on the way to my room." Vith remarked, although it was not bragging rather he regretted not having pressed the king to sort out proper accommodation for Myra too.
As they descended down the stairs Myra suddenly spoke in elvish and Vithkun smiled reluctantly. Yes his opinion had definitely been swayed from a few weeks back but he wasn't immediately ready to surrender his opinion that lightly. "I can't really blame them for the hospitality they've shown me today. However I wonder what kind of hospitality they had shown you if Davil had not taken so kindly to you?" Vithkun answered her with a slight challenge in his gaze. "It is not hard to see the benefit in treating royalty nice but what about other outsiders that are neither royalty or gains friendship with the kings right hand?" he argued.
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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 24, 2018 13:40:50 GMT -8
"They would be," she reassured him about him finding his way back to his room, whether he was conscious for the event or not. Their hospitality to her might have been to simply move her to the nearest chair, which was normal for anyone around here, but considering his own place in life they would have gone the extra step further.
Then he sparked upon part of the conversation she expected but not so soon, "Davil did not immediately take a liking to me," she explained. Davil had certainly treated him like he was a dog in part but had only treated her with the courtesy an outsider should receive, which was rather like shooing away an unwanted cat at the doorstep, "I was accosted at the border instead of the city itself. My explanation was not to their liking but I insisted on passage through. A stray Drow meeting them was suspicious, I believe I might have made my way to a dungeon of sorts if I had not pleaded my case. At the very least I had to answer questions to prove I was not lying. Not a difficult task but I did refuse some at first. I was brought before the King at his behest, perhaps out of curiosity, after speaking to him he had one of the court scribes infuse my words onto paper. It is an odd thing and takes quite a bit of talent but if there is a lie spoken it will leap off the page I am told. Obviously mine did not. After that Davil was ordered to escort me to the edge of the city. My return I was greeted and spoke again with the King, I remained for a while then. My journey has taken long and a while did not hurt and that is when I formed a relationship with Davil."
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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 25, 2018 11:07:24 GMT -8
Vithkun listened to Myra's explanation of how Davil apparently wasn't that friendly when they first met. "I have to admit stray drows do arouse suspicion many places they go." he interjected with a wry smile. "They would have thrown you in the dungeon if they did not believe you? That is rather harsh for someone who asks for passage." Vithkun declared. "Leap off the page? I didn't see a scribe active when we stood before the king today? So he has grown to trust you a lot I suppose?" Vith asked curious to how their relationship had improved that much.
"If you don't mind me asking, what kind of relationship would you call that with Davil? I'm sure it's nothing, but he does seem rather guarded around you doesn't he? Is he like that normally?" Vithkun asked and thought 'bitter' and 'jealous' might fit too, but for the sake of constructive conversation he would omit those phrases - for now.
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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 25, 2018 11:21:51 GMT -8
“They’re very protective of their secrets, I was blindfolded as well,” she shrugged it off as if it was not a thing she was unused to and their treatment was not unwarranted considering what had occurred before. “Besides as I told you I cannot lie and when I spoke such and it did not change or come up off of the paper as I described it was not necessary to then question my intentions as boldly as they might have. With your station they gave your courtesy but had you come alone they would not have revealed the city to you if you did not know to begin with. I vowed to not speak of its location to another and had permission only to bring the one who I had asked for with me.”
A rather specific wording had been drawn from her lips by the King. Passing around the dwarven kingdom would have added some time to their journey and it was the last safe haven before the dark lands and her passage had been laid out by the Tower itself. It had only showed her this way and when it had done so it had insisted on this path. Perhaps it knew more than her. Their conversation now veiled by the language Davil’s name would be clear even if the rest was not but they had not been passing anyone on the pathway at the time so she did not switch back instead remaining in elvish word, “His behavior has been rather odd from my last visit. He was kind to me and I think he made to think me a friend but I hesitate to call it that. Very few have ever shown me such kindness as I have received here and when he was made my guide I considered it courtesy at first and he was a watchdog. Though why he was assigned I am uncertain.”
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Vithkun Almear
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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 27, 2018 7:17:12 GMT -8
Trust did seem to have been given to Vithkun through Myra's words to the king and he nodded slightly. "You do find your own way of persuading people don't you?" he asked with a wry smile. "I mean even the stubborn dwarves and certain elves have chosen to follow your will despite their paths originally being quite different right?" Vithkun asked.
"It surprises me that he has two faces like that, dwarves are supposed to be straight forward right? And you don't have any idea of why he would change behavior like that and so suddenly?" Vith asked curious to get to know the dwarf's mind a little better - he hadn't opened up much.
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Myralthrine Host
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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 27, 2018 10:31:38 GMT -8
"It did not change immediately," there had been a give and take just as there had been with Vithkun. Their hands gently intertwined and wrapped around one another she tugged slightly as if uncertain of it for a moment but did not fully draw away and a simple squeeze would cause her to grip just a bit tighter as if he were a lifeline in that instant as she said, "It was over a few weeks just as it was with you so far. I believe curiosity went a long way with both of you."
Admitting that it took a firm reason like that to get to know her was bothersome. Her self esteem was nowhere near the level that Vithkun had expressed near their first meeting and though it was still a small thought in her mind when she left the Tower she began to believe that what had occurred in Drow lands was not her fault. That she had been a victim instead of the abuser and yet somewhere still she felt responsible and that squirming caused her to be uncertain of relationships she had now formed. Davil was overly kind and Vithkun held her hand as if she were not repulsive and the sort of searching she was doing now both internally and in his face expressed the confusion of her place here. Ashborn wer e diminished in her country, unworthy, and with Drow kind facing that same unkindness within the world it had not served to bolster her position.
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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 28, 2018 12:33:02 GMT -8
As Myra drew her hand away a little Vithkun sensed it and gently firmed his hold for just a few seconds - an instinctive act that he barely noticed himself but the contact was nice and he didn't fancy letting go if not necessary. "I was about to ask what curiosity have had you find in Davil - but I'm really more interested in what you've found in me? Surely there's not that much that doesn't meet the eyes?" Vithkun said with a wry smile his question half way a joke - but if she were to answer it sincerely that was his real goal.
"I must say though... that even true curiosity doesn't always pay off when you're trying to get to know new people." Vithkun then stated and gave Myra a cheeky sidelong 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 28, 2018 12:51:48 GMT -8
His way of gently reclaiming her hand held her in place and kept her hand within his as her fingertips brushed the back of his own her uncertainty still very much there but waning in that action. There was much to consider that she could never give full light to or at least felt uncomfortable in speaking about. Vithkun searched for some of that but it was concerning his own self and she would answer that with the words he had been expecting instead of the ones that he had thought she might jokingly give him, “There is much more than meets the eyes.”
They came to the edge of the garden, a flowered one without much in the way of actual food and much more in the way of a beauty of the hardy nature of the very things that would grow in the cracks of the stones. Weeds elsewhere but beautiful things here.
As they paced through it she would pause for a second stopping him in his tracks so she could look at him properly, “When we first met you were seemingly pompous, so arrogant in fact that I felt no shame in knocking you from your chair but now... Now you have shown me that you are kind, full of pride in your own way but the front you showed me then was but a small fraction of who you are. You have shown me that you are willing to change your mind and admit your faults even if they are few. You care more than you will ever reveal and you keep your main thoughts to yourself while spouting a different opinion to hide much of yourself. I see much within you beyond what is simply here on the outside.”
Her free hand touched the edge his cheek her thumb but barely away from his lips as she looked to him, “I wish you felt comfortable showing me truly who you are instead of me having to draw it from you bit by bit.”
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