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 7, 2018 11:37:56 GMT -8
Apparently the dwarf had no comeback for Vithkun's words he thought that no words suited no words quite well as he then followed in the direction Davil had pointed and told him. Vithkun traveled down the arduous set of stairs until he reached the lift contraption at the end of them and a few dwarves including king Reglin. "Ahhh, your majesty..!" Vithkun said delighted almost feeling as if he was to meet with an old cousin and gave out a genuine smile although his thighs were easily felt in the light of the many steps he had taken down here.
As Vithkun stepped into the lift he grinned and nodded. "The stairs weren't as difficult as getting out of bed earlier." Vithkun joked. "I certainly couldn't imagine myself taking that road, surely Myra took the same road as I have right now, didn't she?" Vithkun asked curiously.
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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 7, 2018 11:44:07 GMT -8
“Ale always flows in a celebration,” the King conceded this even laughing heartily at him joking that his morning had not been as pleasant as the King’s himself. It did not hurt that the King had held back with his cups and was used to the onslaught of constant dwarven ale and some stronger substances. His rounded laugh and full belly were no sign of a life not lived but in regards to his current duties he made some concessions.
The lift gate opened they entered and he himself would pull the rope that was at the top and bring it clanking downward towards them blocking the exit back to the tunnels. Surprisingly for a race of such small height they never built anything to be less than ten feet in the ceiling height. Perhaps it was to accommodate others or to be impressive in their work. As soon as it was shut the gears started turning and with a jolt they were descending downwards. The rope light followed them and there was a break every ten feet in order to show the depth that they were descending. Vithkun would quickly lose count at the pace they were going if he gave any leeway to the conversation they were carrying on.
“She did not,” the King would say still clearly full of his good humor and mood, “She insisted that on taking the old pathways down. They’re still fairly sturdy but there are some sections that would make a lesser mans knees quake as the rock tends to shift beneath your feet. She returned without a scratch and with a piece of the very stone in which we no longer mine. It was her way of proving that she had taken the journey though the reverence she gave to it was enough to tell me she had.”
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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 7, 2018 11:57:29 GMT -8
"And what a celebration it was yesterday huh? I am quite honored!" Vithkun said and chuckled as response to the kings remarks. If Vithkun had ever met a king it was Reglin and despite what Davil had proved to be, Reglin still commanded so much respect from Vithkun that those shenanigans were not at all enough to sway his now positive view of dwarves.
As they stepped inside the clanking sound of the lift's gate closing was slightly ominous and Vith had the feeling that something new was going to happen - something he hadn't experienced before. At least his worries about a cramped mine shaft had been proven wrong as although narrow - the capsule was easily spacious enough to accommodate one Vithkun's height.
"She did really?" Vithkun asked amazed as Myra's determination to do foolish things to impress other people apparently knew no bounds. His smile curled upwards knowing that Myra had darkvision bestowed to her as being a drow but told none of it to Reglin. A small secret here and there was appropriate and he was sure that even in daylight the trip would have been no walkover.
"What impresses me most is how her foolhardiness continues to impress me." Vithkun said and smiled. "Some people have reckless determination when they see a challenge they need to undertake, but what strikes me is that it is a very rare elven trait as - admittedly - most elves choose the easy way ten out of ten times." Vithkun said and laughed.
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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 7, 2018 12:04:18 GMT -8
“And you are quite the guest,” Reglin demanded respect but he also gave it in return. He had an odd way of displaying himself as proud but was capable of humbling himself quite quickly if the situation demanded it. There was a balance when one was working towards what was best for their people. More often than not admitting a weakness was the first step to combatting it and though he may not always state it aloud he did have them, “It has been long in days and more than I can remember since not only a Drow but an elf has passed through these walls. Especially one of either of your caliber and of your position.”
Reglin seemed not frightened by the passing of the walls as they descended instead standing with his hands clasped behind his back as if he were simply ready to take a stroll. To him this was one of the things that represented his beliefs and his people but to outsiders they never understood the depth of what they were about to see. He never stressed it upon them for it would be useless to do so but he was as always excited to see it and it was what sparked much of the ease in conversation that they shared now.
“She did, though I would not call it reckless in this case,” he chuckled at his joking about the elves, “Dwarves are made to prove themselves and a challenge is one way to do so. If an elf would avoid it that is his choosing but I believe that in her mind undertaking that which has not been done by many in the most recent years was her own way of proving her capabilities. Among the people she is not one of us but is not apart from us now. I do not think her presence would have been well tolerated should she have not attempted to show such determination and foolhardiness as you see in her.”
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Dec 7, 2018 12:25:31 GMT -8
"I thank you king Reglin." he said and bowed slightly at the praise. Even Vithkun had no issues with staying humble around Reglin - something that rarely befell the people he was socializing with. But there was no competition for kind gestureswith Reglin and it eased Vithkun. "And I can't remember ever having passed through Dwarven halls before, so it has been quite the adventure." Vithkun commented and looked around the stone walls that had been carved out for the shaft. Although Vithkun watched with some nervousness, Reglin seemed composed as a rock.
"Hmm... she does have a way of seeing these actions as meaningful - but it could be cultural differences. As I said my kin does have an affinity for taking shortcuts to conserve energy but then again to move gracefully you must not waste your energy and that's why my kin is told to only move when movement grabs hold of you. Gives another perspective on what is necessary." Vithkun said with a wry smile - anyone having seen one of Vithkun's kin wielding their prized leaf thin blades that seemed to split air and a way that leaves only silence and void in its wake would know what Vithkun was talking about.
"I acknowledge what it might take to rise up to challenges, but even this is something that would drain an elf if he were to do it - steal all his elegance away." he commented casually. "I did remember calling her 'dwarf friend' when I met her first out of sheer surprise of how she acted. I meant no disrespect of course!" Vithkun joked still awaiting what would meet him at the bottom of the deep shaft.
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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 7, 2018 12:40:40 GMT -8
“You are welcome, High Prince,” a title rarely admonished to elven kind it was a gesture of solidarity that he may or may not recognize at first but it mattered not. It had come from his as a meaning of praise for he knew what difficulty there was in accepting another’s way of life. “We are different,” he surmised from their conversation,” But it does not lessen us to be so. It requires all in order to make this life worthy of the adventure that it is and by being here I in no small way hope it has opened your eyes to the possibilities, and now you will need to open your other senses.”
They came to the bottom with a gentle pressure and air whooshing around the outside of the vented shaft itself. It would blow around them and yet not reach them for the solid bottom of the elevator like contraption. Reglin released the lock upon the door shoving it upward with one hand as it clanged into place. It found purchase at the top and remained there the solid metal only connecting with the magnets meant to keep it if it was pushed far enough upward.
Reglin stepped out into an unlit area. There was enough from the rope lighting to see the main entrance and to tell there were two doors of solid stone open and beyond it was nothing but darkness, “It will take a moment for your eyes to adjust but we will not need further light,” he would inform him as he walked through with no sense of worry. As soon as the light faded from behind them he paused and looked upward. Above them was a glittering stone embedded into the rock itself. If his ceiling was meant to resemble the night sky this showed not the constellations but the universes themselves in a clear stone that reflected as it if were entranced by moonlight. It flowed down upon them making their skin almost translucent and their eyes still dark no reflection lingering there from the light. Reglin’s were like deep pools as if it could not pierce it and if Vith had a mirror he would notice the same of himself.
“These were not placed by my people,” He told the prince,” Nor are they ever to be removed by anyone who passes here.”
They descended farther into the earth following the trail above them until they came to a cavern. How exspansive it was was beyond description and words that would fail even the most talented of bards to sing of this tale. It went far beyond the naked eye. Vithkun might have felt it before, the thrum of the very earth as they descended, the slight shaking of an earthquake beneath his feet, but here as he followed the King down a narrow path in the center he would feel as if the very earth beneath him shifted. The King then lit a light, a single candle, as they walked forward water surrounding them on both sides. Deep pools that he got the feeling if he stepped in them he might not ever be able to once again rise to the surface.
They walked for a few hundred feet until they came to a circular section, its edges descended into the water with no clear end to them but it was noticeable that it was rounded perfectly with the center being higher in elevation. “Stand here,” Reglin would ask moving Vithkun to the very center. When he had done so he stepped back and then he blew out the candle that he carried to that point.
The earth was alive then, the stones above them once again providing all light but they did not remain in place. It was as if they were in the belly of a beast and it breathed and they moved shifting to and fro and rolling backwards and forwards. The water reflected it in ripples no calm allowed here as it rolled away from the center where he stood and outwards throughout the expanse. There was a hum here, drawn from the bottom of a throat and so deep and faint that it was almost nonexistent. Reglin had moved to his knees and his hands touched the ground where the vibrations ran throughout his entire body almost numbing him with the sensation and he motioned for Vith to do the same. To feel the very Earth as it sang its song through him, as it gifted him with the represenstation of the life of where they stood.
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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 7, 2018 13:59:42 GMT -8
"I wholeheartedly agree. The difference is what shall make us stand closer." he said and smiled slightly, although what the king told him about opening his other senses did cause Vithkun to breath in deeply feeling his heart pick up its pace. Before long they had arrived and it was probably the deepest Vithkun had even traveled downwards and - to be honest - he had probably never left the surface in a longer distance in any direction than this.
The tunnel was dark and as Vithkun stepped out into it the sensation suddenly stunned him. He had expected this place to be more lifeless than a tomb but instead he felt a vibrancy from the earth itself and what could only be described as a powerful life force - one he had never before experienced to such an extend. "Marvellous..." Vithkun sighed thinking if this was the thrum that Reglin had spoken of? Would it be even more intense, his sharpened elven sensations may take in more than they could handle.
Vithkun looked up on the odd blueish stone and felt even more marvel as words failed to come out of his mouth before Reglin had motioned on, Vithkun followed along. The path narrowed and the faint light from the candle wasn't much to go by, but his natural agility helped him not stray from solid ground. The water beneath, while not feeling vile or evil, felt old as creation itself and would not take kindly to any life that dropped into it supporting them with no buoyancy - of that he was sure. But as he stepped into the gigantic cavern the pure vastness met him with sigh of epic proportions and he motioned to a stand still for a short moment before pressing on as not to slip too far behind his guide.
Having crossed the pools of water they reached what seemed to be their destination and on the plateau he was told to stand at the center of the circular formation and Vithkun felt as if this life he had experienced earlier was now all around him - if not actually flowing in and out of him. As if he was being breathed through by an ancient entity and even though he would be standing on solid rock it was as if he was suspended in water as the crests and troughs motioned effortlessly with no particular interest in Vithkun being there.
As Reglin blew out the candle it got dark and even though the sensation was intense to say the least he was carefully adjusting himself to it - as was the elves' inert ability to attune themselves to beasts and nature alike, although the pure brutishness of this kind of life force was a little more tricky but he was determined to overcome it nonetheless. Vithkun motioned himself to his knees as Reglin did as the hue lit them both up in the vast dark void of the unfathomable vast cave. The reverberations suddenly got a lot more distinct and while sitting there Vithkun felt connected - not to the ground only - but to something he knew beyond any doubt was a living entity.
The deep hum and thrum was indistinguishable to that of breathing - only what breathed like this was no mere beast. It was ancient no doubt and so powerful that the pulses of reverberations being send through his palms almost glued him to the ground as his body matched the almost electric breathing in the ground and all around him to such an extend that he felt life flow through him. However his very breath had been stifled too and in an almost desperate attempt to break free from the connection he mustered all his will at the same time to finally relieve his hands from the ground breaking the nearly magnetic connection again panting and snapping for air.
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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 7, 2018 14:12:15 GMT -8
Marvelous did not begin to cover the marvel of the experience that awaited both of them. Unbeknownst to both this was the birthplace of the dwarves themselves. The last remaining remnants of the first dragon who had taken stone and molded it and breathed fire into the very essence that was the vastness of the dwarven race into being. This was the immensity of that beast and the fire and rumble of breath that kept he dwarves warm inside their halls and fed their ferocity and spirit into them. Should it ever fade they may have become but a shadow of the past but for now they were what they were meant to be. Proud and strong and when Reglin stood his own breathing having matched that of the world around him he would approach the elf and in that instant Vithkun would know he had been meant to be King. His fate had matched that of his path even as the man retrieved a stone from the edge of the pool and then brought it to Vith himself. It was a marvelous thing to be hold, rounded and smoothed it appeared as if there was smoke within the very center of it, shifting and changing as Reglin held it out to him. The tumultuous rift between them and the world above them was filled with the very light of the same flecks that were in the hall. The instant that Reglin had blown out the candle they relighted. They wished for no other light to block their beauty.
“This is dragon glass,” Reglin would tell him,” It is the very stone that was brought back by Myralthrine of Host and it is the very stone that shall show you as now knowing of our world.”
He gave it to him without the pomp and circumstance of a ceremony holding it out flat within his palm. Somehow this felt as if it should be done in this manner. This felt that it needed no great celebration, needed no cries or adornment to it, it needed to be given by the King himself and in the quiet silence as the world about them showed Vithkun there was always more than the eye could see.
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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 8, 2018 13:56:01 GMT -8
As Vithkun shook the experience off - although the sensation was still there as they stood right in the middle of it - Reglin looked the part of a true king as he stood stout and like a rock. Although the difference of elven kind and dwarven kind was not a small one what made one 'king' seemed to be more universal and right there Vithkun saw what he himself lacked although putting such character and presence into words was not possible. Even though Vithkun gave a small bow to king Reglin as an appreciation to both the experience and in acknowledgement of him being a true king.
The next that happened would surprise Vithkun immensely as he was presented with what was both a rock and a precious jewel. "Dragonglass..?!?" Vithkun almost exclaimed. He had heard the stories, but such a gift was almost too grand and he shook his head trying to deliver it back. But as he felt Reglin was not ready to have his gift rejected Vithkun of course accepted - he even imagined that returning with this instead of the jewel he really sought would be quite a consolation should the myth about the jewel prove untrue. "Thank you king Reglin, your kindness and openness will be remembered." Vithkun assured him before they would leave the cave to head back.
A little later back at the surface Vithkun's belongings packed and ready for departure he met up with Myra and a about four more dwarves which would form a small caravan heading out from the dwarven kingdom. For now Vithkun would spare his air elemental horse and made plans to travel by foot in a leisurely pace. As Myra being present there he would of course greet her with a nod and a faint smile, although he was too unsure of her mood to show his own openly. However he had asked the dwarves to prepare lunch and has he held the bag out a natural smile did occur. "I packed your lunch..!" he teased.
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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 8, 2018 20:39:35 GMT -8
Proper restraint and uncertainty expressed told Reglin he had made the correct choice in his gift to the young Prince. His sidelong glances to his companion had not bothered the King, after all when he was a young boy he had pursued many a female without a true goal in mind. He saw other things that would justify his gift to him. The young Drow he traveled with carried a smaller piece, but a remnant that she had brought up to prove her worth and her journey had been one of the old ages and she had felt the heat of the fire of the earth below granting her the right to carry it. No others carried it upon them other than the King himself for it was normally a gift granted to those willing to pursue the hardest of paths.
“Our two peoples have been lost to one another for two long, it is time that we remember who we are and what we mean to one another. Perhaps this small step shall one day lead to a greater one.”
Reglin had walked back with him without another word spoken of the matter but he had wished him luck in his journey. The caravan that awaited him was two rather large uncovered wagons. Oxen pulled them with sturdy legs and an ease that no other creature might manage. Spots were cleared for the two elves to sit in a bench behind the first one if they so chose to do and four dwarves had been chosen to manage the supplies to the outer posts. Their timing was impeccable it seemed as this trip was made but every few months and they were hitching a ride this time instead of requiring a separate journey.
Myra was speaking openly to the men and had been assisting in carrying supplies. Dwarves tended to forget that the elves and their like were capable of amazing things and she carried some barrels with the ease of lifting but a feather and placed them down to be rolled into place. When Vithkun joined them it was to her in brighter spirits. Her earlier lashing out had been uncalled for and after speaking to Davil, who oddly enough had defended Vithkun she had told her own self that what little time was allotted to them she would treat with reverence. He treated her as if she were worthy of respect and she wished to finish this journey with that intact.
Handing off one of the barrels as he held out what was a sack lunch of sorts she laughed at the very sight of it. Like a school boy wanting to impress one of the girls in class. She’d been prepared to eat the rations that the others carried but this was a sweet gesture and certainly better than the rough tack they believed suitable. Accepting it from him she smiled as well when her laughter faded, “That was very sweet of you, thank you.”
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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 9, 2018 12:08:14 GMT -8
Vithkun was happy to see that Myra was indeed in brighter spirits and blushed just slightly as she thanked him. Things yesterday had gone wrong and now he was quite sure that although Myra was a friend right now, they would never be anything but that - still she deserved his respect for so many reasons. The only thing Vithkun was quite reluctant about thinking of was the situation that was bound to happen when the both of them was going to stand over the jewel and - something - had to decide who grabbed it first. The importance was gigantic and she probably felt the same but he really didn't want to think about what lengths she would go to obtain it for himself - and what lengths he himself would go. However there was still time to go and if everything went as he hoped, she would change her mind before they even reached the halls.
"Come on, we better get going." Vithkun said and with a light jump got halfway up into the carriage. "Hopefully the dark lands are a couple of days away, I rather want to enjoy some nature after having been so deep underground." Vith said and extended his hand to Myra in order to help her up. "Did you have a talk with Davil..?" Vithkun asked trying to make it sound casual as he didn't want to come across as being too curious in matters that wasn't his.
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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 9, 2018 12:15:07 GMT -8
His thoughts carried him far way from their present location but hers were centered on the present and she took his hand that he offered in order to assist her up onto the wagon of sorts. It was lower than most considering that the dwarves had to be able to stock and pull what was in it out and the bench was slim but they fit nicely if not rather close to each other with their hips brushing quite often. She’s placed the lunch down upon a barrel as it was not yet time for it and settled in as they lurched forward leaving with a steady pace from the far side of town. There was no fanfare here as there had been when they entered.
“There’s a lack of nature there,” remembering the cold and the chill of the lands it was not unlike the mountains in its barren state at the top. It was long, and filled with shale type rock and bleak and drab as if its creature knew not much more than the color grey. Her hands had surrounded her forearms as if to combat it already but he had other things to discuss, “I did,” there was a short half breath as if it were amusing in part, “He had the gall to tell me I was being unreasonable as if he had not been the same. Still he was right, we both were being so. My behavior this morning was not appropriate and I did want to apologize. It perhaps is the best to pretend the events last night did not occur, I felt as if before it that we had finally come to some understanding of one another.”
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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 10, 2018 0:00:28 GMT -8
"Hmm, it is as I thought then..." Vithkun said disappointed. If there was something an elf loathed more than being confined inside a cave - no matter how marvelous - it was to travel bleak and dead lands where the decay of nature was all around him and dark clous closing out the sun and stars and Myra looked as if she did not like the thought either. Vithkun would have put his arm around her but decided against it after yesterday, such an act still wore the burden of the pain he had experienced last night. The sat tight and by this at least Vithkun's touch was able to reach her as consolation although it was but his thigh making contact.
"Yes..." Vithkun said in response to Davil having acted with some degree of insolence. He was about to tell about his own conversation with Davil but decided not to. "He seems sincerely protective of you at least." Vithkun added. "I think the events last night were pushed beyond reason because of the 'high spirits' we had put ourselves in." Vithkun said with a slight wry smile, although there was not much to smile about talking about this subject as he was not being sincere to his heart.
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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 10, 2018 0:06:12 GMT -8
Making excuses for the dwarf was the last matter at hand and it was one that Myra had been expecting to do instead of Vith. It appeared both had come to terms with the rather odd events that had happened in the meantime. She allowed a gentle lull in the conversation as both had made some concessions that were rather odd but fitting. What more was there to say until she spoke to one of the drivers. He spoke a little common and wanted to work on his rather broken tongue which would involve Vithkun as well. It was a comical thing as he mispronounced some more common terms and would be corrected. He never seemed to mind much as he laughed heartily as well at the exchange. With his help it allowed Myra and Vith both to connect with another while bringing back about he ease in conversation they had before.
Lunch would be enjoyed on the road as usual. They would be spending a night in the openness of the main caverns where they would be making a bonfire. The fire would roar loud and openly no need to hide in the caves and plenty of open air to ventilate the smoke out away from them. Myra sat on the ground near the fire for the warmth listening as the dwarves argued back and forth about something pointless all the while sharing a flask of something much stronger than beer.
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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.
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Dec 10, 2018 12:32:13 GMT -8
Vithkun was quite content with the trip and felt as if this was a small oasis - the breathing out before the great exertion. Training common was something Vithkun hadn't done too much even though he had been staying a year in Isra but soon it started sounding quite a lot more natural although he would never feel content speaking such a clumsy language on daily basis. To the dwarf carriage driver he even admitted that dwarven sounded like a language far better suited for communicating effectively and common being a poor mishmash between the elegance of elven and the logic seen in dwarven. At least this was what he gleaned from when he was taught the basics of dwarven in his youth - but not having spoken it with a dwarf ever while having leaned the pronounciation with elven accent had rendered his skills useful only in academic context.
As they finally reached a point suitable for making camp Vithkun was happy to getting a bonfire started and using his inscription magic he got it running quite quickly - obviously to the dwarves impressive - yet also sceptical - nods. It seemed to Vithkun that such was the dwarven culture that being impressed by something new came with a fair deal of scepticism too. As the dwarves grabbed a flask of liquor and offered it to Vith he kindly denied and shook his head with a grin. "After last night there a few moons will pass before I drink that much again..!" he said jokingly.
"How about you, Myra? You seemed to have been a lot more cautious than me yesterday?" he asked her grinning.
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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 10, 2018 13:22:54 GMT -8
Settling in around the fire she sat with her legs crossed but leaned back with both hands spread out behind her in order to keep her propped into position. As they passed around the very beverage that was likely to make the dwarves snooze quite comfortaby but there was a hesitation when it was passed her way. Vithkun refused it, which was notably for the best considering the night before but she, well she felt that liquid courage for once might not be the worst thing imaginable. Despite reservations she normally carried she accepted it with the same easy grin to Vith, “Bottoms up.”
Taking a swig she quickly realized it had been a bit much, the burning in her throat told her that one shot of this was enough to make any mortal go under and even the long lived elves who seemed immortal might succumb to it quickly. Coughing once she handed it back with a short, “That I might now live to regret.”
It would take a few moments for it to seep into her but it would eventually loosen her tongue as the night went on.
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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.
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Dec 11, 2018 0:32:36 GMT -8
"Bottoms up even? Myra don't you think..?" Vithkun said but seeing her taking a large gulp of the contents of the flask he opened his eyes a little more. As she handed it back to Vithkun he took a quick sniff at it and nodded. "IF you live long enough..." he said and turned to the dwarves with a complaining face. "Is this really something you should be sharing with guests out here?" he asked halfway joking but also sincere seeing what effect just a small sip had had on Myra. Well, it would likely take more to knock her out Vithkun reckoned.
As the night progressed a friendly chat evolved and the dwarves shared tales from this part of the country - most of them not exactly bedtime stories. Wolves and odd creatures were the norm out here but the tales of the demons further north was something that unsettled Vithkun - if there was anything his kin hated it was demons, partly because demons loved nothing but to corrupt the pure hearts of elves and see their lives and love sucked right from them.
It was getting late though and he was about to propose that they called it a night as his he lifted his brow hearing a strange noise from the thicket seeing a shadow move on two legs. His gaze would be fastened towards the spot and his hand already grasping his sword - even if Myra and the Dwarves hadn't seen it themselves they would know from watching Vithkun.
"I'll take first watch tonight." he declared after a few moments of observing the bushes and trees in the outskirts of their camp.
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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 11, 2018 4:13:42 GMT -8
Not thinking was a specialty of a hurting heart and her heart was most certainly feeling the effect of an imagined loss in her mind. In fact the very part where Vithkun was questioning her sanity at taking it was the most enjoyable other than the warmth that flooded her toes. They were still within dwarven territory and while it was rare for attacks to happen here they did occur. It would be until mid morning the next day when they reached the outer outposts. Lonely towers settled into the last remaining remnants of the mountains and settled up in the air where they were untouchable unless one knew the entrance. Entrances only the dwarves themselves could open by moving stone.
Myra settled into their stories and returned to the sort of joyful oblivious nature of the hall the night before, a sort of ease in the way she handled others as if she truly did not fear being here. Before she was standoffish around others simply because of her race but the dwarves spoke to her like she was one of her own and that sort of welcome made her feel welcome to be herself. Which was warm enough to share a ghost story from the Tower itself without giving away the location, no one should go there unless in great need, and reach over and brush a piece of hair from Vithkun’s face all while saying, “You’ll need your eyes clear for watch.”
Maybe it was the bit of drink that loosened her to laugh openly and when he offered to take watch she was already dozing slightly from a long day of riddling emotions and the toll of their journey in which they had received very little rest. “Put me in rotation,” she murmured even as she was already making a pillow out of her cloak curled upon her side.
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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 11, 2018 11:40:52 GMT -8
Vithkun smiled briefly as Myra brushed a few strands of hair away from his face but was more than anything concerned about what he had seen - was she not? He looked at her seeing her dozing off from the strong liquor. The four other dwarves were already falling a sleep their snoring doing nothing to ease his shift - a shift that would go all night it would show. "Sorry Myra, I can't put you in rotation you deserve this rest." he said after a while observing Myra passing into deep dreams dreams. "My eyes will remain clear, don't you worry I won't let anything fall upon us." he said as he - very gently - reached underneath her with both arms supporting her legs and upper back carrying her into his tent. "You have a bad habit forgetting sometimes - you're sleeping in here." he said and placed inside his tent in her usual corner as she preferred.
As such Vithkun closed the cloth latch and went outside again staying on guard until the first rays of sun touched his forehead proving that elves could be quite persistent if it was necessary and thus he would be sitting there until the first dwarf or Myra would awaken the next morning - and luckily nothing further happened that night.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Dec 11, 2018 17:10:26 GMT -8
Her slumber was undisturbed by his words as she had already fallen within the confines of the dream world trapped within the webbing of her subconscious. She had not seen what Vith had because while dropping her worries in her lap to process she’d been quite content to keep focusing on sorting through the knots in the metaphorical thread. The lack of threat here too had soothed her.
When Vithkun scooped her up within his arms she shifted towards him her cheek on the edge of his shoulder. Peaceful in such a way she could never be in the waking hours her face was clear of the lines that plagued it while she monitored her speech and her long hair freely adorned her slipping around her chin and blown away from her plump lips by a stray breath as her lips parted.
When he deposited her in the floor her hand had been half curled around the edge of his neck and her fingers slid down his chest. They did not catch on the fabric as he lowered her gently. When she woke in the morning she would not believe the gentle nature he had shown because it was against the character of their relationship, or at least what it was supposed to be. When he turned to leave her there she spoke, “Vithkun?”
It was nothing but the murmurings of a dream but a smile adorned her features and he might know it was a happy dream unlike the nightmares that had been present at first. The more nights they traveled and slept not far from one another they had eased. The night he’d kissed her they had returned and she blamed it on the turmoil of her tumultuous emotions but his presence soothed her naturally.
Waking in the morning she rose and gathered herself. He’d never woken her but she refused to believe he’d taken the watch by himself. Exiting the tent she was stretching long arms above her head before asking one of the dwarves who passed by o in dwarven something. He handed her a piece of toast they’d been working on and answered her something reverent in his voice. Taking a bite of the toast she approached Vithkun from behind placing her free hand on his shoulder in order to make sure he was aware of her presence.
“They say you did not wake them?”
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