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 17, 2019 9:05:10 GMT -8
The creaking rock beneath Myra's foot made Vithkun worried - and so did the sand that by some coincidence was still gathered beneath her feet. The fissures starting to show and Vithkun didn't hesitate as he knelt down and put his arms underneath her picking her up no questions asked.
"It is shifting but I'm sure it won't while I'm holding you!" Vithkun said determined and lifted her up with arms under legs and back so she could throw an arm around him. "Let's see if we can reach the doors in the end of the room." Vithkun said as he started striding towards the white doors hoping the sand wouldn't follow his steps now.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Apr 17, 2019 10:33:42 GMT -8
Vith gave her absolutely no warning that he was picking her up as he swept her Romeo and Juliet style into his arms. Brought against him rather quickly she almost smacked him in the head attempting to bring and arm over in her panic. Thankfully it was avoided but with her eyes closed and scrunched the way the ground cracked had been unknown to her other than the unsteadiness. He explained it while she was settled but she was already blushing as she was pressed fully against him. Her forehead hit his cheek gently before she drew back slightly. Her right hand splayed against his chest she made a wry comment, “I never imagined the tasks involving this.”
He set off and he was allowed to pass without issue now til he reached the door. This one had no inscription nor any handles but it opened on its own the hall too dark beyond it for him to see immediately his eyes needing to adjust. As they did he saw a lit hall. Grey stone and sconces with pure fire, red and yellow flickering and providing a warm light. Nothing threatening in sight there were no farther inscriptions.
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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 18, 2019 3:11:02 GMT -8
"Well neither did I, but here we are..!" Vithkun answered quickly as he moved ahead. Myra would notice how, even when he carried her, his trot was still light and elegant and laying there in his arms would be more akin to a ride in a boat than in a wagon as she was carried with silky smooth movements. Approaching the doors it seemed like they were paving the way for the two elves as they opened by themselves, although deep in his mind he feared another issue of trash talking sand - but nothing happened and Vithkun gently put Myra down after taking a single step in the grey stoned hall.
"Finally it seems like we're allowed a little bit of progress huh?" he said and looked around. "This has another feel to it, doesn't it?" Vithkun commented seeing the much more mundane lighting inside this hall that resembled any hall og keep a human could build. "How about we see what we can find in here?" he said to Myra with a faint smile and started moving along the hall his steps carrying no hurry in their wake but his head and eyes taking in the visual impressions of this place.
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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 18, 2019 12:10:46 GMT -8
The flooding of intense light gone from her sight she opened her eyes to see the hall instead. Had he not placed her down she might have said something more regrettable but with her feet firmly placed so was her mind level again. Moving freely on her own there were times when she forgot the grace of Elves and Drow. Both moved with a fluidity almost unheard of and after visiting dwarves and humans and demons alike it was easy to see the difference. As he had carried her it was without effort, his strength greater than hers but not by far, but their grace was slightly exceeded by her. Females, after all, should be the fairer of the two. Myra was stockier than their lithe brethren, built for defense, but not lacking in the way they moved.
Making her way down the hall one hand on the outer walls she wondered if this was perhaps another illusion. The instant that she touched them they shrank back, as if light was rising upon the horizon so did they slip back from the center of the floor revealing a more courtyard like path. It was in pale colors of normal sand rising up to pillars on the outside and occasionally halls leading off. It would be familiar to Vithkun because it was reminiscent of the outside halls leading into gardens. Vines rolling around the edges of the pillars where the sconces had been the room was lit, by an unknown source, like mid-morning. Not too bright to see for Myra and an easy level of ambient light to Vith. Glancing back at the man in question they had no guidance on their path at first. Out of the corner of either’s eye there came a creature down one of the adjoining halls. A deer, a beautiful albino creature of pure white with horns of deep brown and eyes of the same. A stag with ornamentation across its antlers there were crystals that dripped down from silver thread that while he moved chimed musically. Myra was taken with the creature upon first sight but blind trust was rarely a good thing to have given to anything and even she stepped back as it appeared.
If either approached it would bow its head slightly but if one attempted to touch it the deer would step back intelligent eyes shimmering in the brighter light.
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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 19, 2019 3:40:25 GMT -8
However the elf had only just spoken his words as he had to eat them again when the room started shifting as soon as Myra touched the. Without quaking the pillars with vines climbing them along rose to form what looked like a courtyard and Vithkun gazed around astounded by the sudden shift even though he should have hardly been surprised by the continuing mystery that this place was. At least there were no obvious interference or hazard towards their lives still.
But just then a pure white stag came galloping with a beauty that was nothing sort of breathtaking - even by elven standards. With its crystals chiming from silver threads and and impressive horns and deep auburn colored eyes it was as if light and nature had in unison breathed life into a being and made it its holy guardian, such was Vithkun's impression. Myra however stepped back from the white deer however and Vithkun turned towards the drow.
"You think it is another illusion to test us?" Vithkun asked Myra considering their options and acknowledging that it might be. "There is only one way to find out." Vithkun said and slowly approached the stag with palm facing upwards as if he had something in there to offer it - and he had.
"I can offer you my trust if you offer us your help. What is it, that we must do to proceed, Great Guardian?" he asked the stag believing its gaze to hide an intelligence that was not inferior to that of elves - and perhaps even greater. Vithkun turned to Myra keeping his hand there and smiled. "I think you need not worry. Just approach and let us connect with it if it is willing." he suggested to the Myra.
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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 19, 2019 4:07:42 GMT -8
Hammer met nail in his quick assessment of her reasons to step back. Nothing so far had been straightforward and why was one to assume that this deer, beautiful as it was, was not some sort of trick when the dreary hall transformed itself. The trickery presented thus far was meant to elude to greater things each task testing resolve and trust and each one they passed. Perhaps by only the skin of their teeth when the sands hit but passed none-the-less. Vithkun may have sorted things within his mind but the sand did not invade his personal space to that degree. It knew not what he thought and therefore more tests were necessary. Myra had not spoken aloud then for fear of agreeing with the voice for her worth was lesser than others in her mind. Even now this deer was certainly above her in stature and rank for what sort of creature held such grace other than their own.
The deer in question would snort at the offer of the elf and for a reason unexplainable to any of them Myra found it immensely funny. So much so that she started to laugh at its reaction. Antlers turning and head tilting it chimed away and the deer raised it’s head something in the way it nodded its head in agreeance with the Drow for its gaze had fallen solemnly on her.
Myra stepped forth to stand beside her companion, “I do not know if this is a test but his appearance seems purposeful at the very least. Will you guide us?”
Asking it of the deer it took not but a moment for it to turn heading down the hall it came taking an easy pace where they did not have to rush to keep up with its long legs nor its graceful stride.
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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 19, 2019 4:57:42 GMT -8
Looking at the deer with an expectant smirk Vithkun frowned as his gesture of trust didn't quite receive the kind of recognition he had imagined and swiftly withdrew his inviting palm to the side of his body. "Well it certainly isn't the pure guardian of nature and light I had antic... Myra..? Why are you laughing?" Vithkun asked Myra his pride somewhat dented when it turned from the pure elf and instead seemed to show the drow its respect by listening to what Myra had to say.
Sighing Vithkun crossed his arms and observed Myra as she communicated with the stag. "Purposeful? I'm no longer sure of anything about this place - I just know that had it been a real guardian of good, it wouldn't have snorted so easily at my proposal of trust..." Vithkun concluded still trying to figure where he had gone wrong in his handling of the creature.
However it seemed like the stag led them somewhere and Vithkun followed it slightly reluctantly. "Well at least it seems like it likes you." Vithkun said though he came to think that the was perhaps being a little unreasonable. "Well not because you would in any way be unlikable - at all!" Vithkun said and paused briefly. "Quite the contrary actually..." he added a bit more softly intoned.
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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 19, 2019 11:12:40 GMT -8
Unable to answer his query on why she was laughing she’d brushed it off with a soft touch to his shoulder to reassure him she meant no harm in the gesture, only that it had been intended in the best way. Besides with the stress placed upon them throughout the trials and tribulations they had thus far scene it was but a bit of kindness he gave her in allowing her termporarily to put it behind.
“Perhaps he is not trusting of men?” Attempting to give some answer to appease his worries the buck ignoring his offer had hit home and he continued to worsen the thought of it by opening his big mouth farther, “Quite the contrary?” It was a good thing she’d heard that last part and that her smile was genuine, “Did I finally grow on you?”
It was fair enough he had grown on her as well. Walking side by side they were in for quite a walk it seemed, and a maze of tunnels. Each when they turned to it would appear as dimly lit as before until Myra touched the wall. The transformations seemed endless but the brightness was most welcome after being blinded before. The deer would turn before them and wait for her to do so, as if hesitating to take the path without it transformed. It would glance back each time its antlers speaking of music.
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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 21, 2019 1:48:49 GMT -8
Vithkun softened up feeling Myra's light touch on his shoulder and felt compelled return it, although a caring smile was the only appropriate response he could conjure at the moment. "Not trusting of men, but I'm an elf..?" Vithkun said almost insulted gesticulating towards himself. "Oh... gender wise, I see." Vithkun quickly replied to his own query as he glanced towards the deer. "You know it's the drow right there who is the dangerous one of us..!" he said jestingly towards the stag although he did not expect much in the way of an answer - but perhaps from the drow, as he gave her a sidelong glance slightly wary of her fist coming his way.
Well he didn't really expect it to happen like that, but his respect of Myra was that of at least knowing it could happen. "Well I hope it didn't come as a surprise." he replied to Myra asking if he had started changing his opinion about him but didn't want to elaborate to much about it right now. "Let's just say you have stop calling me 'Your Highness', alright?" he said and chuckled.
After this they walked through a maze of tunnels with the stag leading on. Ever so often they stopped and Myra touched one of the walls causing the dimness to recede for the illumination of the path so they could proceed again. Vithkun was slightly taken aback by this but was not as such spooked by it. "What is happening when you do that?" Vithkun asked Myra curious to if she did or feel anything special.
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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 21, 2019 5:09:21 GMT -8
Much had changed since that day in the bar where she’d declared, at least in her mind, that she would call him his highness until their business was complete. Broken several times throughout the course of their journey, mainly at the end, it had been in times of stress or true worry for his safety... and the night before when she stopped him from making another mistake in her mind for he desired the throne and one night of pleasure for pleasures sake might ruin his ascension. Elves seemed to be able to smell like blood hounds and though she smelled of lilac and the breeze they would still know it to be Drow upon him should he have gone so far.
“If you wanted to test who of us was truly more dangerous it would be quite the contest but I fear we would find no true winner,” more solemn in her response the deer had actually paused glancing back to wait and hear what she had to say. It showed intelligence earlier, and even more so now as its head craned to also look at Vith who had been joking. Perhaps the deer was just not fond of humor. It lowered its snout slightly as if pondering something before turning back and continueing to lead them down the pathways. Myra was keeping track but around the tenth turn they came to a hall that had was already swathed in the brightness of purer light. Circles, she finally knew but did not say aloud, he was taking them in circles but perhaps that was what was necessary.
“But you are a highness,” she would have rather said that it had a nice ring to it, given him what he wanted in a joking manner but she could not. For the word was not biting on her tongue than anything as a reminder of their fates and how the did not align past the next task they might come to. She’d been openly looking, laughing, and playing with him as they walked and thus far but her gaze went to the ground as they moved now. She could speak nothing but the truth and now it shamed her into the realization that she should have never been as open. She would help Annonai and when her time was finished there she would find a boat, and sail to wherever she could find so she might have the true freedom to look upon the stars with the expanse of the ocean around her.
He seemed well and truly good at distracting her asking a question that brought her from her silence, “It’s as if I have touched cool glass on a winters morning. There is frost beneath my fingers that gives way to the warmth of the rays of the sun. Almost instantaneously. I feel magic but I cannot pinpoint the source but I figured you might prefer your halls to the ones of the lower tunnels of my own.”
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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 21, 2019 6:37:16 GMT -8
"If... and I'm only saying 'if' very carefully here... that we were to engage in such a pitiful display, I'm sure there would be no winners on that day." Vithkun said his voice tainted with slight melancholy which origins seemed was hard to explain. "I would surely prefer to face in you a fist fight, because in that way the end result would be so clear that you wouldn't even have to strike me very hard!" Vithkun said and laughed altohugh it echoed emptily in the vicinity of the stag. The deer did not respond Vithkun's jokes but for subtle nods and turns of the head - as he had anticipated - but could it cheer up Myra and himself, it would be of no consequence.
Vithkun glanced away for a moment as she answered him. "I had hoped... that I would have been a little more to you after these months." he said muted but then smile softly. "At the very least I don't contrast you to that title - or your would officially be 'your lowliness'." He said with a wry smile. He could accept that Myra would not go further after what she had done yesterday, but his feelings were still unshakable from what he found in the pond yesterday. How on earth would he ever be able to let her go back to Host without the jewel - such an unfair prince deserved not the title of king but that of a tyrant.
Vithkun nodded and smiled at her explanation. "I certainly do, I was more concerned with how it seems like you're doing that so intuitively. Which degree of control do you hold over that?" he asked and tried to put his own hand on one of the dimly lighted walls to see if his touch had any effect at all or if he could sense the source of the magic better than Myra. "Also, this place seemed to be already lit..?"
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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 21, 2019 6:58:59 GMT -8
“I am sure you might hold you own if you saw it coming,” amused by the thought of them fighting openly and with good form it would be quite the contest. It lasted but moments as he commented wryly on her other words and the peal of laughter faded ground into dust.
“I am ashborn,” she resoundedly shot back his words hitting a sore spot instead of the intended cheerfulness he intended on giving her, “Nor did I say that you meant so little to me that I would call you such without it being necessity,” it appeared that he had sparked her own irritation at the playfulness that had occurred within the water yesterday. So open had they been beneath the cavernous walls that they forgot their place and she was here to remind him even if she remembered the way his arms held her, even carried her but moments ago, “You are-“
Refusing to continue that sentence for lack of better terms in which to refer to him that did not betray her true feelings she instead focused on the wall. For the instant that he touched it the light faded spreading outward from his fingertips and returning it to the drab dreary hall it was before she had laid hands on it. He had no control over the matter, but could feel a tremor of magic like a ripple that traveled up his arm but did not quite reach up to his heart only leaving it. Myra allowed curiosity to get the better of her and she touched her side to the same effect in reverse. It appeared they had the opposite effect upon the walls.
The deer had fully turned, quite a feat for his large antlers within the hall but he stood facing them. His crystals chiming as he raised his head high. They had struck something, it seemed, and he was patiently waiting for them to figure out the true meaning or to argue further as had been begun by Myra.
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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 22, 2019 4:45:24 GMT -8
"You're saying that with such incredible conviction and yet it seems like those same words hurt you the more you speak of your heritage." Vithkun snapped back at Myra who refused to claim his cheerfulness. He sighed and bowed his head slightly his hands resting on his hip turning his head a bit towards Myra. "I am what..?" he asked and raised a brow. "You wanted to say, that I am a king, right? But no one has been crowned anything yet." he said assertively feeling his frustrations about his own clear feelings being challenged by the way Myra seemed to push him away.
The feeling when he lay his hand on the wall was that of subtle magic, but there was nothing indicating the source and nothing he could do to control these 'powers'. "It does the opposite of your touch..?" he said surprised and turned to the deer with an inquisitive glance. "Are you not going to reveal anything?" he asked jestingly.
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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 23, 2019 5:32:18 GMT -8
“Do not put words into my mouth your highness, you will find they are wrong,” their argument was not finished as he continued to provoke her into making sure she was the one to do so. Despite wishing to end it the way her voice carried none of the severity of prior ones spoke of her heart relinquishing to it. Carrying on in such a manner was beneath either of them and yet heartache and anger at the very position both were placed in begged of her to continue, “I agreed to aid you because I believe you will be a King who brings back a time of prosperity and understanding. Even now I have accepted that I will never return to my own homeland in order to see you placed upon a throne in which you will have the power to prove me right. It does not mean that my own wishes coincide with what I do now.”
The deer who was simply staring at them was about to receive her wrath as Vith joked but she rather hastily turned to it giving it slight, “Are you here to play more games? You have guided us in circles and revealed nothing other than cruel jokes. I refuse to be subject to more of these tests to prove that either of us are worthy.”
There was a flaring muscle in her cheek and her tone while deservedly angry was withheld from being the tone she’d first administered upon Vithkun, she was holding back, and frankly it was taking all of her effort. Blinded before and tricked again she refused to continue on such a path.
The deer did not seem insulted, just the opposite. It raised its snout to both of them and tipped its head to the side touching the wall beside it. The stones seemed to crumble loose of the wall. Degrading and falling before their very eyes to form a passageway big enough for the antlers of the deer and tall enough for them to walk through easily. Through it poured moonlight. The deer stepped through without waiting and as the others came to the opening they would see the beginning of a valley. The moon was risen high in the sky surrounded by brighter and clearer stars than either had ever seen before. No portal existed here that they might pass through only the cooler night air that beset upon them.
It was not land either would be familiar with. Long blades of grass began a footpath to the edge of a lake. Mountains loomed in the distance and flowers bloomed along the edges of where it had been set upon they might walk. Beautiful blossoms of reds, blues, and shades that neither had laid eyes on before in the form of wildflowers that went on for miles. The lake itself was but a few hundred meters. An inlet of approximately twenty feet in width and depth revealed that which they searched for. Upon a pedestal within the center was a stone that shone so brightly in the surrounding light that it was made of magic there could be no argument. Wherever the portal had taken them initially it was certainly not apart of any place of their world they had visited and perhaps it was not a part of it at all.
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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 23, 2019 7:06:53 GMT -8
"Wrong... or bitter to the taste..." Vithkun commented in a hushed voice finding that it might not only be her ability to speak truth that had been sealed, but also her ability to see truth. He did not intend her to hear those words as he didn't hope to continue their feud either - but her next words begged an answer.
"Why do you put such a burden on my shoulders?!? Even if I can change what you believe is wrong, it might take hundreds of years to change the course we have set for an equal long time!" Vithkun said raising his voice assertively wishing that she could experience the climate in High Haven herself. "I only want to be king, because there is no other way for me to lose my inborn curse. No one has ever wanted to be king of High Haven if they truly had their own free will..." Vithkun ended his answer as Myra was also directing her anger towards the stag along with his own - but perhaps this was what was needed.
The deer's reaction surprised Vithkun as it touched the stone wall beside it and he witnessed another transformation - one that put an end to the maze and presented them with a clear pathway to proceed through. Whether Myra would go on with their discussion Vithkun would follow the deer halfway expecting them to fall through another pit or end up in some eternal hallway with the ending always just in sight but equally out of reach.
However it did not happen and filling his lungs with the clearest of air they came to a valley bathed in moonlight and as the stag stopped Vithkun took a few curious steps into the soft grass. "This is clearly not the demon wastes we came from..." he commented surprised their rout from before almost forgotten by this odd phenomenon. Blooming flowers adorned the place and mighty stood the mountains in the distance. "This can only be elven made, but it has a very different style to it than our kin practices... Does this kind of beauty exist in the nation of drows?" Vithkun asked surprised that it might be of drow make.
He had to admit that in his mind he did not find them capable of creating something of equal beauty to the pure elves. They either tried too hard and ended up mocking the natural beauty of things or contorted reality to their own twisted minds' liking. But this was just right although the mood was decidedly more somber and less expressive but more in tune with nature's unchecked beauty than his own kin had the habit of creating - and he liked it so much that he found a subtle relaxation within his heart and a content smile appeared on his lips.
However the beauty of the place came in second as he finally saw what he had been searching so voraciously for in years and a quick glance of amazement was sent Myra's way, jaw dropping and knees almost bending in the light of this extreme beauty. "The Crescent Ascend!" he pointed. "Come, let's approach it!" Vithkun said to Myra as he found new strength in his legs and stopped a good thirty feet in front of it. There it was - he had dreamed of it for so long, but now that he stood so close to it, he couldn't but be overwhelmed with sadness knowing that Myra had coveted the jewel at least as much as him but apparently had chosen to let him have it in the few weeks that they had traveled together, but where would this leave her? Right now not many words formed from his lips - only a vague glance in her direction told of his deep felt doubt.
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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 23, 2019 7:51:57 GMT -8
“What I believe is wrong?!” The door opening was a distraction, surely, but their conversation was not quite yet finished. She had not heard his first words, or else it might have been a worse reply, “Surely you have realized that I can see through the front that you placed when we first met. You have cloaked yourself in your lies and finery so you forget the injustice of the world around you. If you truly believe that your home is perfect than you have fallen so truly I would have no faith for you.”
Her words had been spoken before they went through the opening, and she followed him pausing at the entrance as well. This reminded her of the fields, the flowers while not all Drow there were some mixed in and others she had not seen in some time. Others were from books where they were shown to be either endangered or forgotten of their own lands. Overwhelmed by the sight it was too close to home, enough that when he asked of her if it was akin to her own lands he wouldn’t have to ask again. Such a forlorn sight was upon her features and such an uncertainty in the sight before them she did not immediately answer. This quelled their argument if only for an instant because she spoke in but barely above a whisper, “It is not unlike home.”
He glanced to her for reassurance and despite herself she did the same trailing but a moment behind him as her hands had found the opportunity to touch some of the soft petals quite unresistable. Reaching downward the stag had paused at the inlet waiting for both of them to pass beside him. Standing beside the two Vith seemed quite confident not only in recognition of the jewel itself but in his wish to go to it. Myra on the other hand knew that once he obtained it their journey would be at an end. That journey while short had began a change within her that would last lifetimes of others and certainly demand of her that this task end with him taking the jewel. He may not have wanted the role of King but he would take it.
“Perhaps there is more to your curse than you may ever know. If being crowned is all it takes to rid you of it I do believe your ancestor lacked much in the way of understanding of what this world should be. However, if it is necessary I will see it done. The jewel is yours.”
Standing beside the deer she crossed her arms beneath her chest in a manner of defensive positioning but her expression still carried the forlorn uncertainty. Not because the view had swayed her mind or that she did not truly believe her words, for they were uttered with the finality of truth that she could not change, but because somehow and someway she would miss arguing with him more than she cared to admit.
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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 24, 2019 13:03:42 GMT -8
"Perfect..? Who said it was perf..?" Vithkun said when their discussion seemed to be ended by the sight they stepped into. Picturesque and near perfect it seemed hard to continue to sneer at each other although it was quite certain that the last word had not be uttered in that regard.
Standing at the brink of victory over demons, dwarves and tricky grains of sand it felt as if the jewel did not belong to him - as if there was something wrong with just walking over and grabbing it for himself. And at the same time he knew Myra's words were true, simply obtaining the jewel would not release him from his curse and neither would being crowned king.
"Your words are true. Who am I to know what will undo my curse... That is the torture I endure every day." Vithkun said and sighed. "Thank you..." Vithkun said and nodded to Myra as he walked with heavy steps over to the Crimson Ascend. Such beauty was a true marvel to behold at that close range - almost dauntingly beautiful, or perhaps this was just what Vithkun felt about the task at hand, but he had decided about it and it could not be any different.
With both hands he gently grasped the jewel and held it and there was no doubt that it held immense magical power - and then some. Even Vith wasn't able to deduct even a small portion of this jewel's mastery over magic and in some way it was as if it was hiding half of it from him as if it was both containing some other intelligence but at the same time was also a mirror of himself. Vithkun turned towards Myra holding the jewel for her to see and walked over to her.
"It's so light." he said and released a relieved smile to Myra. "At least it feels light in my hands right now." he said and reached for Myra's right hand with his left placing the jewel in her palm gently but firmly closing her fingers around it giving her a glance that was serious yet full of compassion and determination.
"If you truly believe I will become a king and achieve great things then I will ask you to come back with me to High Haven and safeguard this jewel while reminding me what I must do." Vithkun asked her. "You're the only elf I know who would never misuse this power or misplace her heart while trying to wield it!" he said assertively his deep blue eyes finding it to be a long long lost joy to give such a gift to one he so dearly loved.
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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 24, 2019 16:38:58 GMT -8
The greatest strength was admitting weakness and the way that he accepted her truth for his own in one moment gave her clarity. Even if it was to decide that seeing him succeed because of his ability to do so was the right path. Perhaps not for the beating wreck inside of her chest that gave way to emotional needs but to the logical one that saw the world needed his heart. His own beating that followed a rhythm no one else possessed. Here in this land of beauty she might have stayed forever, swayed to her own music and come to the realization that the stag was much more than he appeared.
"Most things that are truly heavy do not seem so at first," she commented on the jewel as he walked towards her, "I should not have spoken so rashly," seeking forgiveness she had but little time to contemplate a full apology as he reached forth grasping her hand. Brows furrowing in curiosity at the gesture it took but a moment for the realization to dawn upon her as he settled the jewel within her fingers.
He was right, it was incredibly light in weight but heavier in terms of magic. The instant it made contact with her skin it was as if it was searing the very outer layers of it but not in a painful way but peircing and indescriable. It stunned her to silence allowing him to speak without interference from her as she sought his eyes with her own. Two pairs of shaded blue drawing upon the strength of a bond not yet fully established. Refusing him meant he would take it on his own, that they would part amicably but with unresolved business lingering between them. It meant she might never see High Haven nor feel the wrath of its occupants. It was the smart choice, the only choice, the one she needed to make above all others because it would be disasterous for her to enter such a place of light with her darkness. Yet it wasn't what she did. She nodded once, fingers curling around the edge of the jewel.
"If I did not believe the very same of you I would not have urged you to take it in such a manner."
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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 26, 2019 12:30:53 GMT -8
Myra had spoken rashly indeed and so had Vithkun - many spiky words han been uttered yet what he had asked of Myra did not have a shred of harsh words. The moments that went between him asking her and the answer were breathless and he could hardly keep his gaze fixed on her. Her nod and following words had Vithkun flash a wide and relieved grin at her answer. Extending both his arms putting them on her shoulders his happiness was like a river and he couldn't hardly contain herself from giving her a long and deep hug, still he stopped himself knowing that when arriving in High Haven - unless he wanted to stir more trouble than even he could handle - he would have to control his emotions even on these occasions.
But even so the realization hit Vihtkun. "Although... I don't know how to explain this when we get there..." he said and looked away trying to figure out something on the spot. "Alright! I will explain that since you let me have it, letting you come back to High Haven as an honored guest was the least I could do!" Vithkun said self confidently although he was far from it as the explanation would immediately prompt questions as of why she would give him it and why she should carry it when she had given it to him. Also there was the thing about his fiancee expecting to get the jewel as a wedding gift...
One thing was certain and that was that Vithkun was required to use a lot of his speech craft and even cash in a few favors to make this happen - and then he didn't even consider that Myra might add to the problems with her slightly rugged drow attitude that might not be well suited for High Haven.
"Alright but there are a few things you should know about High Haven..." he said and paused for a moment rubbing his chin. "It's a beautiful place..." he said and paused yet again. "But there are a lot of politics and if in doubt one is best off not answering a question at all." Vithkun warned Myra, but despite this he was looking forward to showing her his homeland and the wonders it contained - and teach her the subtler ways of mingling with nobles as they went.
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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 26, 2019 21:21:20 GMT -8
Had the man started to pace it would have suited his rather derailed train of thought before he administered a warning that might fall flat rather quickly. Not speaking was really a strong point when it came to her demeanor but not speaking at all was not. Her words were fewer because she needed not the entire repertoire of the languages she had access to in order to express herself. Generally a simple yes or no would suffice. She should have simply said he could have the jewel before but her mouth had ran away with her and now she was committed even further to a task that would surely bring trouble.
Holding the jewel within her hands it shone in the light of the sun above them. The multifaceted beauty was unimaginably complex in its arrangement and yet the physical beauty was not all she felt. It held much more within it and now that it was within her hands it was as if it called to her. Wanted her to look deeper. Vithkun had entrusted her with it believing her heart could withstand its pleas and for now it pushed aside its whispers to return to the present.
“I do not believe this to be a wise decision but I will attempt to be more careful in how I manage myself,” attempt was the key word and it gave her leeway. Not binding herself to a worse fate was suitable.
The stag that stood beside her earlier had moved back a ways looking out to the mountains as if it were truly appreciating their beauty. It lowered its head but it rose a moment later ears flickering and eyes focusing in on a figure that came through the opening in the hall that the other two had passed through not but moments ago. The figure was male and broad shouldered, but not clear at first until he stepped into the light. A Drow, one with the purest of white hair and startlingly blue eyes. He dressed in long robes of black that fluttered around his form as he moved walking towards the back of Myra who Vith stood in front of.
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