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 Mar 20, 2019 13:48:00 GMT -8
Vithkun looked down the shaft and felt his strength waning. "No bottom to this place..?" he said and rubbed his chin before proceeding to unbutton his shirt stripping off his upper body revealing the subtle toned and athletic body - but also a couple of scars that elves would not normally carry for their advanced healing that rarely let such things mar their bodies for long. Vithkun proceeded to wrench his shirt getting the worst of the water out of it feeling as if perhaps they had experienced enough danger and adventure for one day and nodded.
"I think I'm with you there, in this heat we won't become cold although I doubt the clothes will dry over night given the moist." Vithkun concluded and scratched his head. "Speaking of which, where does this heat come from?" he 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 Mar 20, 2019 16:45:21 GMT -8
"My first jump down," clarifying, the fact that he was stripping was at first not noticed the open sky through the rather large opening above them her focus. Her first trip here she had to climb the walls, not an easy task but one that was necessary. It had been after extensively sorting out that there was no other way than forward and backward and a myriad of tunnels leading to dead ends. It was the reason she wished to wait til morning for the trek down was some length as well.
Finally looking down as he spoke of clothes she almost gaped. His vision was fine in the dim light, enough to see her clearly her hair shimmering in it the light almost reflective. Hers, however, was comparable to full light in such darkness and she saw him clearly. The curve of his shoulders, the way that the line of his hips led downward, the long scars that decorated his body in such a fashion as to be out of fashion. He was attractive enough without him being half stripped but if her silence was any indication it had been enough to make her speechless.
Cheeks flushed she tore herself away her voice small as she answered, "It seems to be from a hot spring within the water."
Speaking of the water it gave her an idea and one way to get back at the fairer one of the two. Reaching downward she gathered her confidence and with strength she did not feel she un-tucked her long shirt and began to pull down her breeches. Covered still down to mid-thigh with her boots kicked off and her pants tossed aside she'd start towards the water, "A while without them on might," she challenged in return to his prior ones draping the pants over a stalagmite.
The cloth of her shirt clung to her form like a second skin framing the outline of her heart shaped bottom clinging to the curve of the hip and accentuating how her chest rose and fall as it stretched over her abdomen. Feet bare she walked towards the water. The muscles in calves were like stone but they rippled in her thighs with each step flowing upward from there. Long tresses landing just above the small of her back it left him a clear view of the way the rest moved as well.
Stepping onto the crushed shale it was soft beneath her feet the calluses preventing any damage. Slipping further until her shirt had begun to float she took it by the bottom with both hands drawing it up and over tossing it back over another to dry. She wore a thinner style of undergarments that resembled a more modern brassiere the color darker than her skin in the light. The dress she had worn before to dinner had clung to her curves but the midnight air wrapped her within it greeting her as a child born of night and stars as she sauntered into the depths of the pool ripples starting at her form.
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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 Mar 22, 2019 14:17:48 GMT -8
The blush was not noticed in the dim lighted cave and at the same time drowned out by the smooth dark skin, however her evasive voice and glance was picked up by the elf who couldn't but smile a little without commenting further on her answer. Although it had not been his intention Myra was quite charmingly cute when she was caught off guard like that. "Don't tell me I'm the only shirtless elf you've seen? My kin do enjoy exploring what 'oneness with nature' is all about." Vithkun joked and chortled.
Among the elves races the pure elves were somewhat put in the same league as the even more naturist wood elves, that admittedly quite enjoyed throwing off their threads whenever possible - and preferably quite suddenly in public places out in nature. The pure elves were somewhat more private about such things although nudity was something that also did connect them to nature in many of the same ways and Myra would certainly know at least the stories that connected each of them but also how the pure elves were often mistaken for wood elves and assigned their habits.
The distinction was basically that wood elves would not care about being seen - some even aiming for it - and pure elves would want to share the moment privately with someone they wished to bond with at a much deeper level. The situation was more vulnerable and intimate, whereas the wood elves threw away their clothes for fun, friendship and 'the heck of it'. Even throwing away his shirt was a sign that Vith felt quite comfortable around Myra although his intention was not yet extending further than that.
But for a drow to start undressing - even Vith was not quite sure what the stories told about this tradition. Perhaps it was a challenge? A direct seduction? Or maybe even a test? The line of thoughts only just grazed his mind before he saw that the drow in front of him was doing just that. Vithkun dropped his jaw as she started unbuttoning her shirt and throw off her pants, but he was quite sure. This was an invitation if he had ever seen one.
The dimly lit cave cast shadows along an already dusky skin but her forms were clear as day. This was the first time he had seen it this openly and the first time Vithkun hadn't looked away like a proper gentle elf - somehow there was no need right now, she would not snap at the pure elf. Her body was properly shaped, softly curved in all the right places but also sharply accentuated her toned muscles revealing a striking contrast. Almost teasingly she moved towards the small shore and continued out into the water as a mermaid would lure her victim out into the deep feigning to pay no attention to its victim. And the victim here was Vith. He had just left the damn water and by some drow spell he now wanted nothing more than to let it embrace him again.
Kicking off his boots a little more hurried than he perhaps should have if wanting to keep a cool facade he tempered his emotions slightly as he stepped elegantly out of his pants revealing the elf in all his natural splendor and only his undergarments to cover the rest. It was a loincloth covering front and back halfway down to his knees but leaving the side of his toned thighs exposed but for the cloth that was wrapped around his waist to support what covered front and back. His body both elegant and athletic the perfection expected by a pure elf of his status only broken by the scars - one long on his left thigh too.
Vithkun donned a smile as he slowly strolled down towards the water changing his gaze from Myra to the ground only by necessity as he sought the shore for obstacles. Covering heel, shin, knee... quickly the water would cover even his waist as he bend forwards and let his body merge with the warm spring water and taking a few strokes he let himself glide through the water the element seemingly parting effortlessly in contrast to the panic that arose when he first fell into the pool.
"This is a lot more comfy than before, don't you think so?" he said to Myra breaking the silence with a smirk but keeping the now almost electrifying contact he felt when his eyes met hers out here in the warm embrace of the hot water. And although a few meters still separated them he felt as if the water and their vibrant eyes was already connecting them skin to skin and igniting emotions and a longing he had though suppressed.
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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 Mar 22, 2019 14:49:14 GMT -8
Modesty among elves was subjective, she was aware of the tendency of wood elves, and had seen a water elf that ran around naked for a time with no qualms as to dressing until she’d volunteered her own clothing to cover her. Frankly feeling modest for her then she was being braver than she had ever been by stripping and moving into the water. The murkiness of it hid much of her form but not the way that the droplets ran between the line of her breasts. It kept her long locks clear of her face as they floated behind her drawn along as she moved. Watching him with fine lit eyes the blue was reflective and focused. She’d lost her mind in that instant, truly, and beautifully and she wished for nothing more than to explore the deranged mood that had been cast upon her. Perhaps it was the last few nights, or way he’d embraced her openly after defeating the Lord. Each drew on one another’s strength and desired much more than words could or would express. He was still betrothed to another and while she had no qualms about a relationship outside of marriage she did with one who was about to be so.
Still it had been forgotten it seemed in a place no one else would see them.
Watching as he kicked off his boots they landed roughly and she covered a giggle to keep from embarrassing him as he dove into the water. He had a fine form, lean but toned, crafted as if from marble if not for a few imperfections. Scars that served as reminders along the length of his skin the puckered tissue marring the image he’d originally presented. She carried few upon her that he would notice openly, all thin white lines that made her grey skin seem lilac around then. Smaller ones along the edges of her heels where she was caught in a briar running once, a larger one along her upper arm on the outside right where an arrow had almost landed a lucky hit. The Tower would have provided a myriad had Kelly not honored a deal struck and when she left they disappeared but not her knowledge of that place.
“Now that you know what to expect,” she chimed back uncertain of what she expected. Crossing the distance with wide even strokes that carried her forward in an upright position when she was but a few feet away she grinned mischievously. Her right hand was beneath the water but soon it skimmed the surface slinging a torrent his direction seeking to break some of the tension by winning in a child’s game.
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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 Mar 24, 2019 13:17:29 GMT -8
Vithkun smirked. "Now that I know what to expect... yes." he admitted and chuckled. However it would soon be obvious that the pure elf was still not aware of what to expect as the drow before him had concocted a mischievous plan to wet his face with the hot spring water.
"However I didn't see you as flustered as I was when..." Vithkun started although suddenly a good deal of water was thrown into his face with no prior warning. Sure it was still somewhat wet from before, but still he frowned.
"Why that's just mean! No wonder any elf with respect for themselves carry mistrust towards your kin!" he said and smiled wiping wet strands of hair from his face. The sense of competition however rose in Vithkun - much like with Davil - but this time it was far more playful.
"How about this then for a revenge?" he said and smirked as he leaned back floating on his back and started splashing with his legs and feet creating a slash of water in the vicinity that was sure to drench the drow before returning to an upright position stroking his arms smoothly back and forth to keep him afloat - seemingly with relative ease.
"Well have you ever seen such an elegant comeback?" he laughed figuring she probably hadn't seen such a childish display coming, and perhaps Vithkun hadn't either. It was quite unbecoming of a pure elf prince, but somehow deep in this cave some force of nature had decided it really didn't care anymore as he was so far from the conventions, guiding stars and expectations of his kin he was usually bound to that it seemed laughable to follow them so strictly right now.
But perhaps it wasn't the cave that had carried him so far from the conventions, perhaps it was the drow that was before him who's rebellious nature had slowly crept under his skin. But right now the smile on his face said 'I don't care'.
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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 Mar 26, 2019 19:21:42 GMT -8
Fantastically almost drowning him before he called her rather mean for the action she was giggling as he spoke of mistrust and she was about to shout something back playfully before he reared back. Unprepared for the assault that came her way she quickly dived under the water keeping to the darkness of the depths her vision allowing her to see even in the deep. Hearing but the last part of him speaking about a comeback he was fixing to see just how playfully vindictive she could be in return.
Rising upward with swift strokes she popped up out of the water before him grasping his shoulders and then exerting downward pressure in order to dunk him under. Still laughing as he went under she used her arms to move her back so she didn't kick him getting some distance in return.
If he was quick to notice he might see dark script on the bottom of her forearms but she had them to the water again as soon as she had backed off, "I have," she smirked right before dropping him down and even as he struggled to right himself, or come for her, and she was certainly scanning the water in preparation, she was ready with a second quip, "That was it," laughter poured from her lips.
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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 Mar 27, 2019 11:40:01 GMT -8
As Vithkun returned back to a rather more vertical position in the water and had finished the bragging about his comeback he suddenly noticed that there were no one to hear of his success. Vithkun looked left and right before even considering that the threat would come from beneath. As Myra emerged as a shark in attack on a boat his half open mouth spoke of the shock and there was no defense to be had before the drow laughingly put her weight and strength onto his shoulders quickly sending him below the surface of the water in a bid to win their small scuffle - that had turned a little more serious by the two competitive elves.
Before being sent beneath the water he however noticed a black inscription on Myra's forearm although neither the signs nor the meaning registered in Vith's mind right now as mouth and eyes were quickly filled with the tempered spring water. However this was definitely it and working his arms and legs he made it to the surface spitting out half a cup of water with hair hanging in his face while waving his hands before him.
"I give up, I give up..!" he said and laughed. "Your methods are highly effective but also equally morally questionable!" he said and smiled as he brushed the wet strands of hair from his face. Vithkun's eyes lingered at her forearms again and although he couldn't quite make out the signs from this distance either and while she was moving them to stay afloat it caught his attention. "Inscriptions are seldom meaningless - what does the one on your forearm mean? An old lover? Or a code to open a secret chest of gold somewhere perhaps?" he asked with a teasing smirk.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Mar 27, 2019 12:05:03 GMT -8
His laughter was infectious but seeing as she’d already been developing fits before he disappeared into the water she was not only joyous in victory but in the way things had developed between them. There had never been another in whom she had so openly presented herself either in word or the amount of skin that was visible above the water. His dim vision allowed him some insight into what was below it but only when he was but an armsbreath away. It appeared he was all too conscientious of her revealing more than she cared to as he caught something she hoped he might never notice.
Bringing her arms down into the water the movement was a quick jerk and revealed it was not one side but both the way she drew them back under. “There are other morally questionable things,” she spoke with the tremor of anger within the rolling sweet tone she usually carried, “It is the marring they imprinted upon me when they declared my banishment and my speech.”
Returning home was plausible but every step within the territory would be as if she were walking on shards of glass. Only true repentance by completing her task would allow her the freedom she desired. Her face was clear in the low light as it averted the topic one rarely touched upon even by her own mind.
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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 Mar 27, 2019 12:42:55 GMT -8
"Other morally questionable things..?" he said and noticed Myra's quick hiding of her forearms. He was enough gentleman to know that forcing this matter would be a poor way to open up the subject but still wise enough to know that the subject would need to be addressed. That's why a soft smile appeared on his face as Myra explained that it was indeed the description that held the enchantment that made her virtually unable to lie or speak any untruth. His smile had been brief though and quickly turned into concern as he gently closed the distance between them understanding fully what it meant to be be limited and shackled and that way. Even if it was to stop lies no innocent elf should have to endure such shame.
"What a foul enchantment..." Vithkun said and softly reached into the water lifting her left arm hoping that she would let him examine it a little more closely. If allowed to Vithkun would be running his thumb over the inscription and recognize some of the drow letters that comprised the enchantment. "Hmm... This looks like a complex seal..." he said and looked up at Myra. "Why did they bother using such thing on you? Was it really because of your heritage?" he asked curiously and put his palm on the inscription and closed his eyes confirming his suspicion that it was bound by a strong sorcerer. "Powerful, but not unbreakable. When we are done here I will take you to the Eldest and I'm sure she will remove this accursed wound they marred you with." Vithkun said trying to cheer Myra up a little.
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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 Mar 27, 2019 17:33:20 GMT -8
The proximity was unsettling when he insisted on observing something she kept very private, the bracers she wore were not for the purpose of armor to keep her from being harmed but to keep them from being disturbed. Attempting to shear off the skin by dragging a knife beneath the area it had never made contact. An invisible barrier kept her from marring or harming that which was inscribed in old Drow. The pain had been unprecedented and crippled her whether she intentionally or unintentionally brought blade, flame, or further ink to her skin. Well aware of the consequences of her decisions when he lifted it she very well was prepared for such an eventuality.
Thankfully it didn’t occur. His touch was light and seeking information and not to change it. Unable to hold back the flinch but not resisting his touch it was a reaction that lasted only a second and his concentration on the script meant it was unlikely he would notice. “It was a discouragement,” she told him, “Not only for my supposed crimes but what occurred during it. I lashed out in the worst possible way according to the council for ashborn are shunned. I have never heard of another developing their powers but perhaps it is because it is squashed rather quickly.”
When he finished she drew back her forearm and noticing his kindness for what it was she would joke in return the mood taking a darker turn earlier, “It would be unwise for me to go to elven lands,” she smiled now, perhaps forced but there, “You never know who I might insult with the truth on the way to 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 Mar 28, 2019 22:59:47 GMT -8
Vithkun took a closer look at the seal again feeling his insides starting to boil although he remained relative serene in his outwardly expression. "A discouragement? Hopefully they didn't manage to make you think it was fair? Anyone would eventually lash out when they feel shunned and excluded from their own society." Vithkun argued firmly. "Did they promise that you would have it removed when returning with the Crimson Ascend?" he asked skeptically.
Myra's joke did not fail to lighten the mood though and the elf laughed. "Yes you're right on that account! I would say... just about everyone!" he said jokingly although he knew it to be more true than he wanted it to be. "However I may be in need of a translator with all the lies going on in the court..." he said with a soft smile. "And one to punch their lying mouths shut too!" he added and chuckled putting rather brusque words in his mouth - something he wouldn't have dreamed of even a couple of weeks ago. Perhaps it was his own words of truth he should be most afraid would offend the fair people of High Haven.
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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 Mar 29, 2019 3:20:22 GMT -8
No answer needed in order to provide one to his first question the harrowed look at the inscriptions was enough to speak the truth. Pain would beset her upon her return without it and though no physical effects could be seen the mental ones would be horrendous. Discouraging enough she might have lashed out, entered the world and threatened as a Drow, destroyed as a Drow, made the world refocus upon the talents of the darker elves so they might realize how dangerous the neighbors they were happy to ignore were. Meek in the eyes of the council they expected her to follow the path they put forth for her and she had like an utter fool. A fool who was now listening to the tinkling laughter of a man who might have thought her the same but for all the old gods and the new she hoped he did not.
The surface just beneath their feet she could stand within the water but her shoulders showing and her arm that he kept clenched in order to observe one side of it. Thankfully it was only the one caging her voice. It was enough to give her hope he never saw the other. "I think you're quite capable of discerning them," she gave him credit where credit was due but this time when she smiled it was well and truly of happiness as he joked on their rather odd beginning, "Though I do believe I'd sooner see the jailers cells than the court if I started to handle them as I handled 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 Mar 30, 2019 1:26:23 GMT -8
Vithkun had already let go of the arm - if he could have done something he would have, but grudgingly he had to accept that right now there was nothing he could do. "My own inscriptions won't do much even if I could inscribe something in the same area, which I doubt." he said looking at Myra noticing the silence that had fell over the place. Right now there were no dire wolves, no splashing of water and hardly no noise at all. The only sound to be heard was the faint breathing that almost happened in unison by the two elves and the embracing silence felt almost consoling.
"Maybe I am now, but I'm not sure I was back in High Haven." Vith said sincerely. "I've learned a few things I have to admit that." he said and smiled softly before chuckling from her joke. "Well there would be one elf making sure that didn't happen..!" he said as his chuckle turned into a wholehearted laughter that broke the silence and echoed back and forth between the stone walls.
"Also... I think you've come to handle me a little more gently since we met first time... don't you think?" he said teasingly and moved half a step closer to the drow. "In fact... if you start getting much gentler with me, I could have you employed as one of my chamber maids who's mouths I couldn't lure a sharp word from even if my life depended on it." Vithkun said with a smirk.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Mar 30, 2019 4:01:11 GMT -8
His laughter sparked her own joining in on the joke she had made the pure hearted joy in it apparent, as was the changes it made physically. The silence had been deafening but a moment ago but it changed in the movement as she covered her mouth, and her chest noticeably rose and fell with the effort of it. He was right, he had learned quite a bit but so had she.
Then he started acting differently, teasing in such a way that might have elicited a response that had knocked him off of his barstool once upon a time. Arguably it was likely even now but the way her breath hitched in her throat as he closed the distance was telling her forearms drawn in against her chest. It was almost a position of claiming innocence hands towards him as the back of her forearms put light pressure on her breasts with he movement. This was dangerous. Him moving forward was dangerous, him looking down to her with bright eyes and a smile was dangerous, the way her heart got away from her within its own cage was dangerous, and the fact she did not immediately smack him for insolence was the worst of all of it.
Instead her right hand found purchase on the outer edge of his upper arm. She stood shorter half a foot shorter than him, perhaps more, and it meant that now that her eyes raised upright to his framed with long black lashes that fluttered when it fell downward to his chest, measuring out her response she came to a breathy one her voice barely above a whisper, “Are you so sure, your highness?”
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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 Mar 30, 2019 4:53:00 GMT -8
She looked like one of his chamber maids when pushed too right until... That voice and that look. Oh no, that feisty part was coming back to the surface for sure and the elf instinctively moved his head back a few inches. There was no punch this time but her words had certainly packed one.
"I... Well of course difference is, that you can't tell the truth and my chamber maids are constantly lying - flattering one's ego that is." he said almost apologetically scratching his head as it was now the elf who found himself with palms suspended at chest level towards the drow. But he smiled jestingly still although he was unsure if this was enough to excuse his insolent joke.
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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 Mar 30, 2019 5:00:51 GMT -8
Tempering anger with kindness was a difficult trait to master but unnecessary in that moment even if his movement was very telling of what he expected. A month ago she would have cleanly knocked his socks off with brute force but now she did it with a tone he might not have been expecting, and an alluring smile that spoke all to well of it simply being a joke no forced intentions put into it. Dipping her hand down and around when he shifted his own stance it called to light the thin silvery lines of the scars upon him. Curiosity got the better of her as she gently touched his chest tracing one on his collarbone, “You flatter yourself enough,” she joked again giggling at it before returning to the serious nature of how her fingertips rested on the edge of the hollow in his neck her palm falling just beneath it, “What happened here?”
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Mar 31, 2019 6:44:45 GMT -8
Apparently it had been enough - and more so it seemed as she neared him once again and without warning put her hand on his chest. The jesting humor in his voice disappeared like the morning mist as her gentle touch and soft spoken voice aroused emotions he had though 'forgotten' since that time with the dwarves. However they were not forgotten, rather poorly suppressed.
"I..." he said slightly taken aback by her actions and the sudden feelings of affection he felt towards the drow but but loosened up with a soft grin though the attraction now felt almost magnetic and had him unable to move even an inch from her while her eyes sparkled so. Those scars however was not something he had either shown nor spoken of to a great many people.
"I might tell you, that it was a sword... or perhaps a bear or some other animal. Even the work of a demon who I've fought and defeated through great effort." he said and looked down as if confronted with a great shame. "At least that is what I would tell anyone than you at any other place than this." he said and eyed his scars again. "I trust that these walls do not tell - and the same with these ears." Vithkun said and softly brushed her right ear with a melancholic smile putting a trust in the drown that he would not place in anyone else he knew.
"My scars have not come from battle - at least not a battle I remember. When I was born I had small red lines where the you see these scars and when I turned fifteen they evolved to this." Vithkun said and touched Myra's hand to gently press it against his chest where the scar was for her to feel it and she would feel his heart beating just a little faster at the same tim.
"I asked father what these scars meant and grudgingly he told me what he couldn't bear to tell me before... that as an elf the scars indicated I was a pure soul that had been sent back to redeem myself for some terrible deed done in another life - and before I had done that, the scars wouldn't go away no matter what medicine would be applied. And I would not be in contention to the throne neither..." Vithkun said and breathed heavily drawing his hand to his head the pain of telling his story shielded from the drow he cared about in front of him.
"Of course..." he said his voice no longer smooth and pure but on the verge of trembling. "... I would seek out any challenge I could find to redeem myself and regain my standing - including this toughest one..!" he said strained as a single tear rolled down his cheek.
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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 Mar 31, 2019 7:21:53 GMT -8
Poorly suppressed on his side and poorly concealed on hers the blood rushing to her cheeks spread across them like wildfire as he smiled at her. Like the moon rising it was fainter than the sun, dimmer because it was a reflection of light but so beautiful for one could see the mistakes within the surface. Observe the way the craters had been formed and wonder if the emptiness was truly that upon it. It was a subtle change for him to bring himself to honesty because he had once again found himself placed under a steady gaze of a roving star. One that shone so brightly he could not ignore it for long its guidance having brought him here.
Listening without wavering his shame was not shared but instead pride seemed to come from her because of the comfort he felt in sharing something so personal. Her banishment and her suffering was nothing compared to the self-hatred he carried of mistakes he had not committed. Punishing himself for slights not known was the same as her doing so because she was Ashborn. Neither truly deserved their fate that they submitted themselves to.
He placed her right hand upon his chest. His beating heart thrummed beneath it infusing her with new strength at how steady it moved beneath the skin. The heartbreak she felt within her own was an ache that was insufferable clinging to his pain and wishing that by some miracle she could relieve it. Whatever task he took she vowed to see it through and while the jewel had almost been his in her mind in that instant it became truly his. No prize was worth the pain of watching him so tormented, of him believing so little of himself.
"The Gods be damned Vithkun for you have nothing to redeem yourself for," that single tear was wiped away by her thumb as it rolled off the back of it. Her left hand upon his cheek, her right upon his chest, no longer held by his own. It moved to his face as well, forcing him to look down to the Drow despite any wish to remain stoic, "I would never betray your secrets nor could I ignore such a plea when it comes from your lips but I will not allow you to think so little of yourself either. You have accepted that there is good within even the darkest of those around you, surely you must see there is also that in 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 Apr 1, 2019 8:42:34 GMT -8
The elf felt shame so deeply that even his heart started trembling - it started to doubt in the conviction he had in himself and this whole trip. Was this really the right thing, would it bring him any closer to salvation? Until now there was no sign that it would and he feared that the gods might have put him on this earth just to mock him and add a further punishment to his soul for whatever crime had been committed in an earlier life - or lives - and that there was no salvation to be had in this existence.
But whether he knew it or not salvation may have been a lot closer, than he thought. Myra's comforting palm on his chin contrasted her loving but firm words, which seemed much in need for Vithkun to accept himself properly. His eyes caught hers and fell into the bright deep wonder that looked at him with such endless care for the elf - a care he could not show himself and much less knew how to handle. Her loving words and gaze pained him for it was now clear what he had not been able to give himself for all this time. But for all the pain and self suffering the warmth of Myra's touch seemed to simultaneously relieve him of it too as if it was finally allowed to seep out.
How could he have missed something that obvious when it announced itself right in front of him time and time again? His hands placed themselves gently on Myra's waist and her neck drawing her closer - he would not even ask her to keep this a secret for her cared not whether it remained as such or not. "Myra..." he said as a soft grin crept up his cheeks when he met her warm body his breathing heavier and Myra being able to feel his heart speeding up as he would touch his lips upon hers. Initially just a touch to declare his intentions and if she would not resist he would slowly lean into the kiss pressing her tighter against himself while gently but firmly closing his left fingers grasping her hair in passion and enjoying the second meeting of the two elven souls - meetings that seemed destined to happen only far beneath the revealing moonlight and prying stars.
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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 Apr 1, 2019 8:58:08 GMT -8
His trembling was not frightening to her, she might have held him properly, given him all she had if had not been for is earlier refusal of her. Once he had kissed her, drunkenly, and after quite a few insults from a proper dwarf whom he’d come to despise. Myra could not despise Davis for his insecurity for she misunderstood his intentions then, just as she did now with Vith. She looked to him as if were her stars for in the depths of the darkness of the pool both stripped of the masks they carried he had shown his light. Not the overwhelming bravery he’d given the villagers, nor the outright overzealous manner of speaking that he had, but the simple light of the kindness of his soul. The compassion within him and the want for the best for his people. His own bravery and courage and in a moment of true integrity his own honesty.
He had shifted his stance, took her within his arms, drawn her towards him in the same instant and while her heart cried for release for once she felt uncertain. Was this to be a repeat of before? Was he to kiss her and say it was a mistake to have done so. Having sealed herself off from all she felt after that incident he tore off the blood bandage and laid her wounds out for her to see. They were festering and untreated and he was attempting to heal them and his scars by bonding them together through more than friendship.
He kissed her and for the gods she had damned but moments ago she kissed him in return. His tentativeness never needed she raised up to meet him before she could feel guilty that she was the other party to another female. A horrid reminder in the way he drew at the strands of her hair and she found her arms around him, and then not. They shifted downward to his chest gently pushing him back.
“Vith,” so breathless was his name spoken, so sweetly on her lips as it had not been before, but so devastatingly saddened in what came after, “I cannot do this. You are betrothed and when you take the jewel back you shall prove yourself and find your destiny. It lies in the arms of another woman and on a throne which I will never see but I hope that by you being on it you will prove to be a greater king than all your forefathers.”
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