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 13:41:17 GMT -8
As soon as Vithkun had spoken the last sentence he realized that even though Myra had never really grazed him with much he had felt compelled to still seek, to still be curious and to learn more about the elf that he right now held hands with. It was so naturally and unforced and he wondered what kind of cruel force of nature or scheming gods of the sun and moon that would bind two elves together that were so vastly different in culture and indeed ambition. But no, any such entities would be disappointed to see that Vithkun was not so easily swayed - this was clearly just in the spirit of chivalry that he held Myra's hand and following her back to her apartment was merely what any decent gentleman would do - although she definitely 'met the eyes' on the surface.
Vithkun was being led into a garden that might have been far from any elven ones in beauty but charming in its own way and she stopped to look at Vithkun. Halfway expecting her to part ways with him as they had finished their destination he was surprised by the words that came from her mouth. He chuckled slightly trying not to think too much of his rather abrasive way of speaking with her when they first met. Her certainly did deserve to be knocked down a tad there and really in his mind he thought she still saw him as a foolish elf and even as an opponent. But as she put her hand so gently on his cheek he knew that they were indeed on the same side. Those nights they had spent stargazing and the fun they had had on the trip seemed to completely overshadow the difficult moments they had also experienced.
A warmth encompassed Vith as his hand gently reach to touch hers. Not to remove it but to acknowledge it as his other hand reached to her neck slowly stepping forwards as he ever so softly pulled her slightly closer to him now standing near inches from each other and the heat from their body clearly being felt. Vithkun lowered his head took look her in the eyes.
"The truth is... I don't know who I am every time I look into those eyes." Vithkun said as he brought his head in closer to hears their noses brushing and if Myra didn't retreat so would their lips as Vithkun's left palm would support Myra's waist as he closed his eyes and leaned both his body and soul into the kiss. Vithkun was feeling the exhilarating sensation of the two hearts racing and the electric surge of bliss and relief as the ones that had been wanting each other but hadn't allowed it had finally met. Gods, entities, cultures and ambitions - everything be damned. These stars were meant to meet underneath the earth, the most unlikely place they could meet.
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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 18:20:44 GMT -8
The walk back to her own dwelling had been one of a half drunken stupor at first, the edge of the alcohol settling on both of them their laughter earlier shared and now the rather tipsy aftermath swaying over both of them as they discussed rather deep thoughts. Their discussion ranging from the dwarves around them to her very opinion of the man next to her. What stemmed from the very admittance that she found him almost honorable was quite unexpected. Doubt lingering within him regarding her answer at first the wait for it was one of his own machinations where he presumed her to be less insightful even as time and time again she’d proven to be rather observant and rather persistent in finding solutions and paths that were of least resistance and required a rather intelligent perspective. Did he now see that it was relayed onto him as well? That looking forward to the very way they traveled had not kept her from inquiring as to the layout of his very soul. No other elf would have inspired such consideration as to the inner workings of the mind. Others had a calm surface upon the pond, no quaking to reveal the ripples, no gentle drops to send the slightest disturbance across the ease of their presentation. But him, he was like an ocean to her. A storm raging so violently that the very ship she remained in could not, would not, remain upright if he continued in such a manner.
Her reply had been as ever an honest one but what was his? She heard him.
‘The truth is... I don’t know who I am every time I look into those eyes.’
Did she believe him? Gods knew that it took but a flicker in his gaze for the very wish of his words to be so real that it could not be ignored. The pent up emotion of want and frustration and the very real feelings that were developing had been shoved down far beneath the very surface that he now observed and found to be un-wanting for much. He clasped her hand, returned her touch, reached for her as she brought her chin upward as his descended, rested himself against her until they were so close only clothing separated them and then he descended and she... she met him with a surprising eagerness because every ounce of inhibition that the alcohol had brought her was gone in one sobering moment and she met him because she wanted to.
It was one of the first things she had done since she had been outcast that was truly her own action and not required of her in order to reach her goal. It was her own small slice of freedom.
Instantaneous in feeling when his lips collided with hers it sent a shiver not down her spine but through her whole body. An arc of electricity ranged from her mouth to her heart and to other less mentionable places as he graced her with confirmation of the very unsettled feeling that had been lingering in her stomach over the last few days. Lips of soft velvet drew against his own her hands shifting around him one just upon his upper arm and the other settling against his forearm, the only sign that she might push him away when she regained her sense of propriety. Gentle as the way she sang in her approach to this matter she did not deepen the very nature of such a telling act but drew back after a moment in order to look at him again, she’d swore only to call him ‘your highness’, to give him no satisfaction within his name but only mock his station but in that instant, in that moment she had to question it and mocking him simply would not do, “Vithkun?”
His name slid off of her lips as if it had been pried from them for to break the utter silence and beauty of the moment with a question was unnatural. Even with such a joy within her she felt the opposing sides of opposition. This could not be, would not be, they were of two worlds. These stars would never align.
At least that was what she spoke to herself within her own mind while wishing that any stargazer could prove her wrong.
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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 29, 2018 13:58:00 GMT -8
This whole thing about him becoming king, marrying some elf he hardly knew - and who hardly knew him - had long been such a remote goal that he could hardly grasp it anymore. But still these ambitions had laid heavily upon his shoulder. As this was an act of freedom for Myra such was the case for Vithkun too as he had also been bound by his kin in what was 'acceptable. But under this roof the stars had met and the relief of being able to embrace someone who had awoken such feelings inside him felt as if he was taking his own powers back. Straying from what was required to become 'king', but inside himself he felt as if he was.
It was as if they stood in the eye of the storm and as both their lips seized contact with each other the storm calmed down. He had had his doubts but as Myra embraced him she had been more than willing and they had shared a magical moment that Vithkun only reluctantly parted from - only recompense was to be able to look into her heavenly blue eyes and count the stars once again.
But the stargazing was interrupted by the word she spoken. It was doubt and Vithkun felt it immediately in his own heart too. "Myra..." he responded as also his words broke the silence. He cast his gaze down, had he ruined their friendship by throwing himself in like this? He now certainly felt the full weight of the burden that had laid upon him before. The jewel and the future of his kin had to take precedence, this was cowardly and childish of Vithkun to fall prey to such emotions.
"Myra... I'm not sure." he said and looked at her again as he took a step backwards releasing his hands from touch. "We shouldn't be doing this, it would ruin what we came here for - and these emotions..." he said and bit his lips, his next words hard to speak. "Aren't real." he said and clenched his fists. How he wished he could tell her the opposite which his heart so shouted inside him but the surge of emotions he had just experienced had left him naked and frightened inside himself - what would happen if he even for a moment considered it a possibility that there was... love? This would surely be his ruin and reality was a hard pill to swallow - but one necessary right 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 29, 2018 14:59:47 GMT -8
Long forgotten was his own responsibilities in the moment that they had came together, forgotten was his betrothed that waited at home for him and the crown that would be laid upon his head and the mantle of his people upon his shoulders. He was in line for the throne and thus he could not abandon all that lay in wait for him upon his return. Including the one he loved. Unable to express the same sort of sentimentality for the right in the world that he had in that moment her silence was deafening at first. Her silence meant that much of what she wanted to say she could not for it would break everything within her to utter the truth. To tell him that all of the Gods by damned and all of the stars might fall from the sky for he was the only one, the only light she might ever need to tell her that whatever path they followed was the right one. But it wasn’t right for him.
The bliss that had been felt in coming together was broken by the realization that he was drunk, that the liquor lingering in his veins and the alcohol in his breath had caused him to seek out that which did not belong to him nor could ever be his. Nor could he be hers and she’d allowed herself for one instant to forget everything that held them back. To drop the pretense within her and admit she wanted him to take her, to hold her and love her and give her that which no other might ever be able to provide. Elves very rarely met their true match in this world, for it was as if searching the entire night sky for the one star that was meant to you. Though it may have shown so brightly in the distance it was so far in the minds eye that most settled for the simplicity of politeness within a marriage that furthered their well being in their long years on this earth. If they were lucky they found true love within one another. Myra wasn’t quite sure that this was it yet, that his heart was the matching piece that would soothe all of the hurt and pain and would not abandon her as so many before.... but when he kissed her she knew it was powerful and yet he did not feel it. He told her he did not. It was not alright, she could not force herself to say those words. He said her name, spoke it so sweetly and then dashed the very stars that lingered within her eyes. Not fully exstinquished but deadened the light fading slightly as it did for any true hurt within their brethren.
Slipping backwards as well, one step, then another, she shook her head once, “You have your betrothed to return to,” one might have said it was a mistake but it wasn’t, so instead she settled for, “It was simply a lapse of judgement on your part due to a rather long day and a night filled with drinking. I will collect you in the morning after you have spoken to the King, and then it will be as if it never happened.”
Never happened only in word but the tender plumpness of her lips felt his. “I can find my own way from here,” giving him no time to offer to continue to escort her she set off at a rather fast walking pace. Enough to show she was perturbed at least but not a run for that would have been cowardly and her stiff back and long steps portrayed the strength of one who had much to say but didn’t.
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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 30, 2018 13:59:29 GMT -8
It was true there was no mistaking it. He did have someone he was betrothed to - at least this was the case in his mind and his lips split for a brief moment wanting to explain it was not quite true however he closed them again realizing what little good that would do in the current situation. He had more or less publicly dismissed the truest feelings he had had for a long time - perhaps as long as he could remember - now was no time for neither explanations nor regrets. It was his choice and he had to believe it was for the good of his kin and himself. He had no delusions that what he told her and himself was true - he was sacrificing something very valuable for something that he firmly told himself to believe was even more valuable to him. Still Myra's reaction pained him, to see the disappointment his words had brought her was like a sickle through his heart.
"I..." Vithkun said and lowered his head. It was almost as if it was him he could not lie as the words were so hard to speak. "Indeed." he answered Myra reluctantly and sighed. "We have important matters to see too tomorrow. Have a good nights sleep." Vithkun said, his words hollow inside himself - even meaningless - but they were the only thing he could come up with right now as he stood and looked at Myra for a short while before turning around himself making his way back again. How could the evening end like that? It wasn't fair! His emotions were roaring underneath the surface of his calm face and if one were to look for stars in his eyes right now, they would find but a raging sun that sought to justify what had just happened.
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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 30, 2018 14:29:40 GMT -8
Justifying his decision was not necessary, should he have tried she might not have been able to hide the slight tremble in her fisted hands, nor keep her lower lip drawn so tight he could not see the quivering. He'd barely uttered a goodnight before she had turned and basically bolted in a sense. No true rush to her actions she made the effort to keep her pace even, to not look back, for if she did he would be able to see the pain she'd believed she'd kept so under lock and key. One shuddering breath in order to brace herself and a quick hand below her eye to wipe away one of the few tears that had ever fell she was faced with the daunting symphony of anger that gave way to just grief because she wasn't angry with him, simply saddened she had allowed herself to build such a fantasy in her mind as what had occurred was acceptable. A half sob escaped her lips and if his pace had been slow he might hear it escape her but she had taken off through the garden and he would have difficulty locating her.
"Gods," she whispered to herself damning to the nine kinds of hell that existed in this world and whichever ones didn't. What sort of suffering was required of her before she would find some sort of peace in this world. This was truly the only place she'd ever felt halfway able to express herself but the expectancy of her to be rude curbed much of her speech. Not expressing her true thoughts even to Davil it was dangerous to insult a people or a person here when she needed safe passage. Not that she would have before but it was always on the forefront of her mind guiding her decisions. On the road here, however, she'd never pretended with Vithkun. Her anger had rolled through her like a wave crashing on the shore as she judged him as harshly as her own elders who she had cursed before. He was not them, clearly, but he carried the same habit of putting stock in power and position as them. The barracks weren't far then and she began to focus on retaining every clear ounce of thought that she could muster. No one could see her like this.
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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 Dec 1, 2018 7:59:24 GMT -8
As Vithkun got back it had taken a while for him to go to rest. Some other day he had probably blamed the lack of a starry sky but it wasn't those stars that was on his mind this evening and he sat long and looked out of his window damning what the night had become. Well something like that was likely to never have become reality anyway and as Myra proposed it was probably best if something like this 'hadn't happened' and he told himself it was for the best to put it behind him and go to sleep.
Thus he did, and though the night was not without its fair share of dreams that reflected his desire, ambitions and frustrations - he got a few good hours of sleep in anyway having all but forgotten who had promised to come and wake him up this morning - and how early it would be.
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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 Dec 1, 2018 8:08:15 GMT -8
The knock on his door came from a rather disgruntled dwarf who’d been sent to do the bidding of his King. Rather it was recompense for the night before where his behavior had been less sightly than it should have been. Therefore he was perched on the edge of the doorstep waiting rather impatiently after a resounding knock upon the door. The door itself was made of a strange stone which echoed it throughout his room which rather sounded like a mallet beating upon a solid surface. Thick and heavy even if his intention had not been to make it so and rather loud as it ran throughout it. If Vithkun did not answer immediately it would resound again this time with a fair bit of time to make the elf aware he had a visitor.
When he did open the door it was to Davil who was looking properly dressed and cleaned with his bearded braided in the middle and a comb ran through his hair. After all once he dropped off Vithkun he would seek out the woman he traveled with. He owed her an apology if he did not believe he owed Vithkun one. “Are you ready your highness?” His gruff voice was deep and rather resounding like the knocking, he did not lower his tone intending on worsening his headache if he did not already have one it seemed.
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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 Dec 1, 2018 8:28:11 GMT -8
The hammering sound from the door resounded through the room as Vithkun opened his tired eyes and it quite felt like it was his head being knocked directly at and remembered that he had been promised a wake up early in the morning to listen to the 'thrum' of the dwarves. If the last mug of ale was a mistake choosing to be part of this was an even worse mistake.
Vithkun slowly shoved his legs out of the bed and pushed himself to an upright position as suddenly the force of knocking on the door was heard several times higher than before and he clenched his teeth before shouting with a hoarse voice. "Yeaaahhh! I'm coming!" Vithkun said and staggered towards the door opening it looking down at Davil who he downright despised right now, although he couldn't help having been given this task. Vithkun was even paler than usual apart from the dark markings under his eyes and his slit eyes and bend over posture.
"Good... morning. Davil." Vithkun said with a face was far from in accordance with his words. "A moment please." Vithkun said and shut the door in front of Davil going over to the sink splashing water in his face before dressing and putting his hair right to the best of his abilities given the scarce time he had to complete it in. As the tasks had been done he opened the door again looking slightly more accommodating than a few minutes before.
"What a pleasure. Let's go." Vithkun said with a fake smile hoping those 'thrums' would be tiny ones that could barely be heard or were downright taking a day off today.
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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 Dec 1, 2018 8:39:47 GMT -8
The rather dishelved prince was quite a sight to see and one that Davil certainly reveled in in no small part. Given some reward for the own headache he had faced that morning in seeing that the elf had not fared so well he could not hide the smirk that came to his features the first time he opened the door. It was rather a sight to see one so proud so belittled be something as simply as a drink. When he reopened the door to follow him, looking a might bit more presentable this time, he would be on better behavior than yesterday, “Gladly,” he told him as he took off down the hall setting a rather decent pace for the dwarf and a general pace for the much longer legged elf that accompanied him.
Davil could have offered him some of the herb he carried within his pocket that would smooth the jangling bells inside of his skull but he was without the good natured kindness that Myra possessed. Really he just did not like Vithkun from the start considering his position and actions around Myra. What had occurred in the garden may have been a secret but the hand holding and the speaking where only they could understand one another was rather not as they’d passed many along the way.
“We’ll be taking one of the old shafts down,” he told him along the way, “It’s a pulley system ran by weight, we should both be fine upon it.”
It was still quite the walk to the center of the palace itself in the darker alleyways of the lower levels. Davil would take this opportunity to rather give the apology he felt unnecessary but was demanded of him. “My actions yesterday were regrettable if not insulting,” he did not seem to sincere just yet, “They were spurred by actions not your own and I do owe you an apology for them if nothing else,” an apology he was being forced to give. Davil seemed uncomfortable at the very least as they came to the main hall, having to pass through there as the shortest way to their destination. It was simply bad luck when they turned into it that Myra had been heading up the other direction. She paused in her step meeting them almost at the doorway and then moving to the side rather quickly so they could pass keeping her eyes down, “My apologies your highness,” glancing to Davil she did not address him immediately giving him but a grimace of a smile as it allowed her to keep her eyes down.
Davil on the other hand could not help but notice her behavior, the way she avoided looking at the Prince, and he wondered if not all was what it seemed.
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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 Dec 2, 2018 1:33:42 GMT -8
"The old shafts?" Vithkun asked and frowned taking a moment to wrap his sore head around it. "Mhmm..." Vith said disinterested in Davil's elaboration. The walk to the palace did clear Vithkun's head just slightly but still he wasn't quite prepared for what came next. An apology? From Davil? Vith must have still be drunk, but no he wasn't and although it was obvious Davil didn't mean it half as much as he should - he did speak the words. Davil's reluctance and apparent discomfort at speaking the words seemed enough for Vithkun to enjoy it and he wondered who had made him say it. Could he have done it out of his own initiative? No, rather he was probably afraid that Vith would give him a poor review when meeting King Reglin. Vithkun decided he wouldn't let Davil off this easily.
"Hmm yes I do accept your apology..." he said and donned a smirk. "However I did write a letter of my experiences yesterday evening which also discusses your skill in foreign diplomacy which I will be handing to King Reglin a little later today." Vithkun said and padded his empty pocket. "I hold no grudge against you, but you must understand that it is all for the sake of your self development and so you in the future might better your diplomatic abilities. Although some parts of the letter got a little heated yesterday evening... I'm sure Reglin will know what I mean when he reads it and will be that much wiser." Vithkun said trying to hide his grin hoping to see Davil squirm even more. Maybe this would give him reason for a more sincere apology - or perhaps he would even beg Vith not to deliver the 'letter'.
Not much later however they met up with Myra who were crossing their path and suddenly everything about Davil and his lack of diplomatic skill was forgotten as Myra suddenly stood there in the doorway quickly moving away. The emotions started to flare up again though Vithkun firmly supressed them again. "Good morning Myra." Vithkun said almost surprised to hear the change of tone from yesterday - gone was the banter and he would likely not hear his name spoken from her lips for a while if ever again. Vithkun turned to Davil again.
"Let's not keep the king waiting." he urged not at all comfortable about the situation.
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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 Dec 2, 2018 16:12:29 GMT -8
Davil generally had a rather stern outward treatment of strangers, one that was rather off putting. With Myra present it had been softer to Vithkun and harsher simply because of the supposed relationship between the two. Getting a rise out of him was also quite a difficult thing to do and therefore he firstly did not believe that the man who was almost holding his head to keep it from swimming had really written anything fierce enough to be frightening nor that he had done it at all. It did not hurt either that he knew that he had escorted Myra to her room and then returned to his own. Not due to actual spying but because he’d asked the servants in the halls as to his whereabouts throughout the rest of the night. He did not get a chance to answer his attempts before they ran into the very person that was causing the rift between them.
“I came to retrieve you with a few minutes to spare to ensure that we would not do so,” Davil was reassuring Vithkun now because the tension that rested between the two was almost palpable.
Myra on the other hand was having none of either’s enjoyment or dismay at the situation itself meeting Davil’s gaze with a rather dangerous flare of anger, “Do you not have anything better to do than seek to give insult?”
Her anger had dangerously returned and was flaring to the point she cared not if she gave insult either and Davil seemed taken aback by her rather sharp tone that had emerged. If Vithkun were to judge correctly he might think that the man had never seen her lash out in such a manner, “I do, actually,” Davil would return tersely, “It is the reason I accept posts which others may not have sought or wanted. I would speak to you after I am done.”
“You spoke enough last night,” Myra did move her eyes from Davil back up to Vith eyeing both with a sort of resignation that belonged only to a woman that was almost thoroughly done, “But I will find you before we leave if it is necessary.”
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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 Dec 4, 2018 3:45:01 GMT -8
Vithkun was going to let Davil's comment slide - however to his surprise Myra clearly wasn't. "Myra that's..." Vithkun said, though he felt his voice lack the authority it normally had. Partly because of the rough night he had had but also because he could hear that Myra was absolutely not ready to back down.
As much as Vithkun wanted to move on it seemed like this situation wasn't going to be left behind that easily. He was quite taken aback, but was it really Myra trying to defend Vithkun after last night or did she have her own issues with Davil that he didn't know about? 'The thrum' that awaited him could hardly be worse than this thrum.
"Myra and Davil. I believe we are all a bit on the edge after the few misunderstandings last night, but discussing it right now makes little sense - we are all tired." he said and gesticulated towards his head. Well Vithkun was tired and hadn't he been that - and hadn't that happened last night - he would gladly have stood on Myra's side in this argument, but right now he needed Myra to back down.
"Let Davil off the hook, Myra. We need to go to King Reglin as we've promised." he said, his words starting off as a command and finishing in a plea.
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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 Dec 4, 2018 4:29:54 GMT -8
Vithkun began to back a rather losing side the instant that he began to make commands again, his voice was clearly regal and at first full of surprise, than a strangely loose tone and finally it turned commanding and pleading in the same go around. The very quick shift in responses had Myra looking to him as if he were a creature she’d never seen before. His backing of Davil had surprised her in return and it had quieted her for a moment though Davil sensed that it was but for a second because he saw the flame returning.
Davil needed to interrupt and quickly for the Prince was right, and he needed to bring them all back down to level headedness as well, “The Prince is right,” it was like a frog coming out of his throat to get that out, “It seems we all have had a long night and it is best if we leave this for clearer heads. Myra I would find you when I am done to speak to you with such.”
Being attacked on both ends the woman in question felt rather backed into a corner. Frustrated but not out yet her eyes flashed dangerously as they lowered to Davil. Vithkun might see the defeat within them as she turned away to the hall that she’d been intending on traveling up. Going farther up in the palace there had to be nothing lying in wait there for her? Explaining herself was not likely to happen at the moment but she did rather more gently say, if only to Davil, “You know where to find me then.”
“Arrangements have been made for us to leave the city when you are finished,” her voice stern, not kind or unkind, just like a servant serving a master, “You highness.”
With that she took to the stairs her pace unrushed but quick enough for taking two at a time due to her long legs and the dwarves rather short ones.
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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 Dec 4, 2018 23:27:10 GMT -8
Myra was not amused that much was clear, but Vithkun knew she wouldn't be. Not that he had intended to insult or hurt her, rather that it seemed quite impossible to settle this in a perfectly friendly way and he sighed as she turned her back to them. To think they had embraced each other just the other night and it came to this so quickly? But her way of dealing with it was getting on Vithkun's nerves - all those emotional torrents that she threw around for others to catch or miss was tiring him out.
"Then be prepared, Myralthrine. I hope to make up a lot of distance today." Vithkun declared as he too turned around and strode through the halls not waiting for Davil unless the dwarf was quick to take the 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 Dec 5, 2018 7:11:41 GMT -8
Her full name passing his lips made her straighten but not respond. His anger had finally risen and in some way she felt vindicated though it only led to irritation, not at him but at herself, had it truly been worth it to lash out in such a manner. Did it make her feel better? The truth was it had not and she needed to be alone again to grieve in her own way for a destiny she no longer felt privy to.
Davil had to almost jog to catch up to the Prince who had blindly rushed off. He would get lost sooner than find his destination and he had sight of a little wiggle of fun poking out of the ground. He almost intended on grasping it and yanking it out. Keeping pace a moment later he would direct him with a short, “this way.”
Another flight of stairs, which if seemed there were many, and he finally spoke, “If I may be so bold,” obviously he intended to be given permission of not,”It’s not my place to interfere. Dware himself knows I would rather not, but considering the state of things last night I would state that this is probably for the best.”
*Dware is a dwarven god.
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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 Dec 5, 2018 13:04:29 GMT -8
Vithkun already had made distance - but it was between him and Myra and his words had unintentionally resembled what seemed to be happening right now. Vithkun was quite clearly making distance between him and Myra and he clenched his teeth in frustration. Why did she have to act out like that turning attention towards the relationship between the two of them. Even she agreed that it was best to consider it as if nothing had happened yesterday - but she wasn't keeping her end of the bargain and Vithkun's deliberately heavy footsteps would speak of his annoyance.
This was only broken by Davil calling out the right way and Vithkun turned sharply to follow Davil. Having Davil ask him to be allowed to speak Vithkun gave him only a short glance saying nothing awaiting what he had in mind.
"The state of things?!?" Vithkun exclaimed as he stopped abruptly and narrowed his eyes. Surely Davil had been informed about what had happened before they had left, but with Vithkun's sharp ears it would have taken more than a bit of foul dwarven ale to dull them as to have someone spying on them without them knowing and thus he couldn't have known about what had transpired in the garden. Vithkun glared harshly at Davil, there seemed to be something to his questions, his general mood and the way he had treated him all this time.
"Yes, I see exactly who this would be best for." Vithkun said sarcastically and laid his skeptical eyes rest on Davil for a moment as it dawned to Vithkun. He neared Davil with a few steps looking down on the dwarf in the spiteful way only an elf could do it. "Myra, the drow." he spoke shaping his words quite clearly. "You're trying to keep us apart. Do you seek her... affection?" Vithkun asked keeping his gazed aimed slightly downwards only enough to just make eye contact with the 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 Dec 5, 2018 19:46:44 GMT -8
The elf rose to the occasion rather magnificently in regards to the taunting he had received, or believed that he received. Davil had not been attempting to be unkind in the gesture that he had been making. Vithkun might have made the mark at the first true shot but it had not been the main point of his argument. Even if he cared for the girl it was not to be his fate to follow nor could his own wishes be honored. Like Vithkun he believed that his true duty was to his people and he had not gone so far as to steal a kiss before denying his own feelings. He was very well aware of it and his cheeks turned to bright red like apples that were bobbing in the kids game.
He had been descended upon and instead of bantering back as Myra would have done his voice remained level, he had his wits about him and a certain amount of regard for making sure that he was not the reason for a batch of elves upon his door. “The Drow,” he could not put her name on his lips for fear it would shake when he said it, “She is drow, and you are not, I am not. Each of us bares a path that does not intertwine but for sparse moments.”
He did not answer his questions but he need not to. It would be clear because Vithkun had rounded upon the the very ill intention of his work last night and why he sought her presence after he was relieved by the King himself. Davil had insulted him because of a prick of fondness for a woman that was out of his reach. Eventually he would outgrow his young crush that he carried now for a much truer love and a choice that would be suitable for his post. He had proven himself, and his brother had done so, in quest by finding their own treasure they brought back to their people. Because of that, because of their faith, he did not need to prove himself to this elf.
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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 Dec 5, 2018 23:20:03 GMT -8
Vithkun observed the dwarf and his demeanor - his lack of words had uncovered him and Vith was no longer in doubt this was the case. "So that was why the excuse was so lackluster." Vithkun said with a wry smile. "However it matters little, because you are indeed partly right in what you say. It however doesn't seem like she would have a path carved out for her, but you can rest assured that I do. My fiancee and my people back in High Haven is my path." he said and was sure that Davil would breath more easily around him now. However it was not simply to have Davil feel good, he said those words.
"However I can't express how disappointed I am, that you see my gentlemanly looking after Myra as a threat towards your petty jealous imaginations." he said scolding Davil quite obviously. "Also I might suspect that Myra - the drow - who through strength of character carries no less of our kin's legacy in her heart and veins than I do will not remain that what she was given as birth but carve her own path, and thus belittling her choices would be most unwise if you seek her true friendship." he said and locked his gaze at Davil again. "So I give you this 'advice': She can choose very well without you trying to hinder or help her destiny - she is no damsel in distress." Vithkun emphasized and sighed as he relaxed the tension in his shoulders again.
"Now what way were we going again?" he asked his words marking the end of the discussion on his part.
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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 Dec 6, 2018 15:58:51 GMT -8
Davil had been clearly made the fool and to argue in his defense was but a small insolence he could offer but he did not. The elf spoke eloquently, and quickly, he rarely left but a moment to get a word in edge wise and because of such all across his face was plastered the impish change in his rather easily swayed emotions throughout the conversation. He went from righteous anger to amusement and then to a rather thoughtful glance away as he lashed out his own advice. Admitting he was wrong was beyond him so he huffed crossing his arms across his chest in the process. “Down that hall, there’s a staircase on your left, just follow it down and it will deposit you in the old mines at a point.”
Seeing as how Vithkun was done with their conversation and Davil had very little left to discuss with him as well he would leave him at that point. He had much to consider and a meeting to attend with someone who would not dismiss him so quickly.
While Vith descended he would be met with quite the stairwell, it felt like ages before he would reach a section of carved out stone that was rough around the edges and hollowed with wide supports that kept it upright. There was a light that traveled along the edge like a rope until he reached the end where there was a metal contraption. Like a freight elevator there were a few dwarves by a turning wheel with a chain and the King waited there speaking to them for a short while until his guest arrived. He departed from them the instant he saw Vith waving him over as the main door clanked open and he stepped inside.
“I am glad to see you made it,” he said warmly as he stepped inside waiting for him to join him, “It’s quite a walk down those stairs even to this point. The other way is around the mines themselves from below the palace itself. It is not lit like this and it is a path meant for those who are willing to feel their way and use their other senses.”
The King would not be aware that Drow possessed the ability to see in pitch black and therefore found Myra’s achievement more impressive than it had previously been if he was ever informed. It was still an honorable thing to make the trek that way as it took a full day at least.
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