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 30, 2019 8:10:51 GMT -8
"In this far end of a land nearly forgotten lies High Haven - a nation of the Pure Elves that so adores wonder, magic and stars - or so it is said. Many adventurers have long sought out these mysterious elves to see the supposedly enthralling marvel of their city and nature and it is said that even the sky seems so much more wondrous from within High Haven. However it might be that talk about this elven nation and their capital city of Xaomere and the silver palace of Excelmere may just be an empty myth as many who have entered the Ancient Path that is said to lead there exits without finding even a hint of it but overgrown elven stone gates. But is this really all there is to it? I can't help but wonder how everyone returns back out - if they return..."
- As reported by Marchus Pallor in his 'Book of Legends' one hundred and ten years ago, wherein he writes about myths and legends across forgotten places, visiting the sites to dig deeper into the truth of it. After his books was completed there was one legend he still felt was unexplained and that he vowed to return to in order to learn the truth of it. _____________________________________________________________ ~~~ Continued from The Crimson Ascend ~~~As Vithkun and Myra stepped into the pearly colored portal a strange feeling of weightlessness and lightness of head took hold of them both although they would feel their feet firmly planted on ground at the same time. A few moments after they would look around and notice how it was if the orb they had stepped into was becoming dimly translucent and they felt the weight transferred back to their bodies. Quickly they would start seeing light around them, hear the chirping of birds and smell the fresh air before the orb was no longer around them and they stood in the middle of a clearing on a grass field with several yellow, red and blue flowers and not a soul to be seen anywhere. But it was place that Vithkun quickly recognized. "Seems like they landed us just on the outskirts of our borders - like they promised." Vithkun admitted and looked around. "But what they also promised us was that our stuff would be here too, didn't they?" he said and took another glance around seeing nothing but grass. However right at that moment a pearly looking orb appeared to be hovering over a tree not many feet away from them as suddenly it popped and what looked to be Myra's luggage was unloaded on the top of the tree her backback clinging to one of the uppermost branches and her bedroll folded out over another one. Vithkun couldn't but chuckle though he tried har to stifle it with his hand covering his mouth. "I guess that's what you get for leaving it behind huh?" he said trying to keep his poker face relatively intact. But there was no time for more words before a similar orb opened up - this time right above the pure elf and before he could grasp the situation, the orb had popped in a similar way sprinkling his rather vast array of equipment right on top of the the elf as Vithkun crouched and tried to protect his head with his hands. As his belongings had all landed he looked around with a vicious frown but there was no sign of the jester. "I know it was you, Kacien! Don't you think I won't get back at you some day!" he said though he calmed a bit and started sorting his things again. "At least we got here, right..?" he said to Myra having settled with having to sort this thing with Kacien at another time. "Look, there it is." he said and pointed to where the forest started. "It's the Southern Forest and what you can see there is the stone portal that leads us along The Ancient Path, which takes us right to High Haven. Well at least it takes me right to High Haven - you'll have to stick close if you want to go there too." he said with a wry smile although it could end up becoming a matter of trouble later on.
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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 30, 2019 8:25:25 GMT -8
The portal deposited them as promised, intact and without any damage placed to them or their belongings, or seemingly so as her’s landed in the tree. It was difficult to harm what little she carried as its value was less than a few gold at most. Everything was well worn, used, and given love to keep it working with patches here and there when necessary. Frankly she appeared more a pauper than nobility and given her way she would keep it in that manner for she rough housed more often than necessary.
Feet firmly planted Vith had just spoken about their belongings when hers landed within the tree. Her companions barely concealed laughter was frowned upon her expression one of inconvenience. Climbing a tree was not difficult, she often did it along the way to gain her bearings and the first time she had been traveling to the dwarves she would sleep at night in the tall branches in order to avoid weary travelers on the road. By herself she was formidable but frightening weary peasants was not her intention.
The second that the orb with Vith’s belongings fell from the sky landing quite heavily upon him she lost it. Her poker face was much less developed than his and she dissolved into outright laughter where she had to hold her gut as he cursed Kacien for being so reckless, or purposefully mean. Either way it was one of the few times he’d been pranked in such a manner and it broke his normally bright self. Placing one hand upon the tree to keep herself upright there were tears in her eyes. At least he waited to explain the pathway until she finished wheezing. Wiping her eyes he had just finished when another orb appeared. This time the deer came through. He looked every bit as elegant as before his large antlers shifting and swinging slightly. He had appeared humongous in the halls but in the open it was very clear he was as large as a horse and if Myra had wished she could have rode him easily.
“It appears we’ll have company,” she told Vith. Not perverse to the stag being present he had been on her side before and perhaps here he might also favor her. Someone other than Vith to speak to openly might be a blessing as well.
“Let me collect my belongings,” like a spider monkey she put one foot on the trunk of the tree, reached for a branch, and she was off. Swift and quite steady the next branch just seemingly appearing where she needed it. The trees surrounding the elven forest may not respond to her own magic and her words but they did not betray her just yet. Dropping down her pack, and then her bedroll, she found her mace laying quite gently upon one of the larger branches. She hooked the sling around her right wrist and holding the line of the handle she made her way back down, half hopping and falling before landing superhero style on the ground bending her knees to prevent damage.
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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 30, 2019 9:16:09 GMT -8
With hands firmly planted on his hips Vithkun lifted a brow waiting for Myra to finish her laughter. "Are you quite finished..?" he asked and tapped his foot. Apparently his misfortune was the very pinnacle of humor for Myra and for the most part Vithkun was not quite able to see how that was. Still her smile and laughter was a nice change and always seemed to lighten up the room - and in this case the field.
"Oh indeed it does..." Vithkun said surprised seeing the stag emerge from another portal and he nodded towards it friendly. "I'm not sure it would be in any of our interests if you followed us into High Haven, but I'm sure this is a place where you would be able to enjoy yourself and find relative tranquility. Of course you may accompany us some of the way." Vithkun explained the stag although he didn't know if his words had been truly understood and he turned to Myra who had expertly climbed up in the tree.
"I must say I've seen mountain lions climb less skillfully than you." he said and nodded impressed. It was probably not a surprise that she could, but that she did it degree of natural movement was something to behold.
"Well if that was all, then we should continue. We'll have a couple of days journey until we reach the outskirts of our true borders. Anyone no travelling with me or who strays too far will no be able to pass anywhere near our borders." he said with a crooked smile. "The enchantment is made by the nature elves' branch who registers sentient life forms that journeys through the Southern Forest by The Ancient Path and either rejects them by leading them astray by illusions, lets them through if they are pure elves or in rare cases confronts them if they are found important or interesting enough." he explained as they set foot on The Ancient Path walking through the old gate with the mossy elven letters engraved into it.
The forest was old and crooked but seemed neutral at first before venturing further into. Vithkun walked as if vigilant but after a while he released the tension a bit as they continued to meet no discernible obstacles. "This is slightly odd, the trees recognizes me of course, but they seem more curious and bewildered by your presence than I would have thought. Luckily they don't seem hostile as I might have expected and it's almost as if... you're stirring some long lost memory within them..?" Vithkun pondered but was mostly just happy that the trees would not start giving them trouble.
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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 30, 2019 9:30:57 GMT -8
“No,” she’d shot back at his comment about his laughter. If she could lie it might have been a yes but she was certainly going to hang onto that memory for some time and bring it up at opportune moments for it was one of the few in which she could truly tease him over. Collecting her belongings on the ground she thanked him for the compliment before sliding her pack around her shoulders and the mace along her hip where it casually rested. Her right hand had a tendency to lay upon it fingers slipping between the long spikes. His explanation was not unwarranted. They were in his lands now. The ruby that was the Crimson Ascent would need to be safe guarded its protection and concealment her main goal.
The antlers jostling of the deer he snorted at Vith informing him that following would be against his better judgement. The deer seemed to not quite care for his better judgement and even Myra had to smile at the insulting manner of the stag. Perhaps it was why they might get along in the time to come.
The endless sea of trees and moss, rocks, and terrain that was half covered with sunlight flitting in was daunting. Whispers carried between them, endless wonder in their wake their sleepy voices slow and long but not something she could not recongize. The ones of her home were just as ageless and she spoke to them as well by touch but now that she spoke the language of the Elves she could interpret far easier but it was kind of him to speak it aloud as she shifted away from one of the older saplings gazing up to its branches. “Perhaps it is from the passage of the last Drow, it would have been some time ago.”
“Vith do you think you could manipulate metal?”
Using his name openly now until they met others she would address him in kind for her pretense of pretending to care about his title had wholly disappeared. Familiarity here might harm or save her but for now it was enough that she could openly address him. If he stated that he was able she would explain her plan of using the Morningstar itself, of hollowing the center and placing the jewel inside of it. Hidden and yet noticeable but any might think that the weapon was simply enchanted. It would keep it out of plain sight and in it at all times and if someone were to attempt to disarm her Vith could openly dissuade them or take the mace himself. Once they reached a place of safety and could more securely hang onto the jewel or she gave it back, they could remove it.
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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 30, 2019 10:08:55 GMT -8
"The passage of the last drow? From my knowledge no drow ever set foot in this forest - the war was won quite clearly by us and then they fled having accepted they could not take High Haven afraid of the repercussions that would be if they didn't flee sufficiently long enough." Vithkun said with a slight superiority in his voice, but it was nevertheless this version he had always been taught. To him High Haven had never opened its doors to drows while its name was High Haven.
"Manipulate metal?" he asked surprised of the sudden question about this. He was no smith but surely this was not what Myra was asking him about. "I... I don't know." Vithkun said and intuitively put his hand down into his pocket letting his fingers just barely touch the ring he had had with him through the journey but never had used.
"What is it, that you have in mind?" he asked somewhat defensively. "We are not in danger of being attacked in the Southern Forest, if that's what you're thinking about. Otherwise of course I can put an elemental enchantment on your mace if need be." he explained, still a bit perplexed his eyes glancing to the maze her hand was nearly resting on.
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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 30, 2019 10:13:30 GMT -8
“The forest is old enough to remember the first passage,” she said gently his tone not quite appreciated but with a return to his homeland she knew so would come his personality. He’d waned like the moon until he was quite blank and open to the world around him but now he would wax. He would regain layers until he was someon she did not recognize, or worse she truly did from their first meeting. Unable to handle the thought she pushed it down into the depths of her imagination hoping it might never come to such dire straits again.
“It is not that I am worried about an attack simply because of who or what I am, I can defend myself. I worry for the jewel.”
With that in mind she explained her plan to insert the jewel itself into the center, and then the idea that if it were separated from her he could simply take it. A precaution he might say, since he was so talented in making his words form things that would have never came from her own mouth in such a disasterous sense.
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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 30, 2019 12:18:30 GMT -8
Vithkun pondered and of course Myra was right - this forest had been animated from even before the nature elves and sky elves met and formed their society. "Of course, that's the only viable explanation." he acknowledged and rubbed his chin. The trees here live for so long that even the elves are sometimes surprised of the memories they still carry with them and how clearly it is in their minds. However memories of High Haven and his relations to people here had started to surface too - but they were somewhat distant still and he had the notion that the change he had gone through was something that would not easily dissipate. And she was the reason - Myra - but a faint smile proved that he would prefer it like that. She looked worried though but honestly he would be too if he was heading into drow country regardless of who he was traveling with.
It seemed however that was not her real worry and the jewel was more on her mind than her own safety judging from her words. He should have known and smirked. "Always thinking about the best for everyone before yourself right?" he said jestingly although he knew her words were sincere and he would revert to answering in a similar manner to her proposal. "That would be difficult. Not impossible, but difficult - and perhaps rather unnecessary at this point?" he suggested.
"I'm sure the jewel is quite safe with you when I say it must. Also I must present it for my parents, my brother and... my fiancee." Vithkun said and paused looking down. "Although of course I know they cannot have it for it was never meant as something to give away to earn a bride or... a certain position." he said knowing how difficult becoming king would be then.
"Perhaps it is better to hide it afterwards?" he said with a smile hoping Myra might agree.
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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 30, 2019 12:29:41 GMT -8
Perhaps he misunderstood her intentions, or she misunderstood them herself, protecting the jewel from falling the wrong hands effected her as well. Then again it had not been her first concern how it might do so for she would flee to the human lands and not worry further, well she would but she could lie to herself, about the fates of the elves themselves. Holding it with such concern it had a power to it that was undeniable. It could not be felt at a distance but with such close proximity it radiated into her, called to her, and as she ignored the daggers wishes so did she deny this one. Vithkun’s spell of protection lingered upon her as well and their faith in one another only bolstered it to the point that the stone itself would have to be fully unshielded in order to sway her.
The instant that he spoke of his family she realized that was where they were heading. If he allowed it she would meet the royal family, a commoner who was the lowest of the Drow was the first in High Haven for some time. If Kacien was to be believed she was their best, descended from royalty and should be sitting upon the throne. She’d scoffed then and now refusing to believe it. To be Ashborn was a curse, not a birthright, but perhaps in time someone would prove him correct.
“If you believe so,” going along with his wishes for now the Stag that walked along with them bumped her back lightly angling its antlers her direction. The silver strands that held the crystals in place were long enough she might use some in order to bind the jewel itself and slide it to where it would be hidden around her neck. Believing it was his intention helowered them to the side to show it was.
“Do you wish me to use the strands or to place it in them,” the deer stamped his foot once and shook his head as soon as she said place it in them, “Alright,” she agreed pulling a loose strand of the silver and sliding the crystal that was upon it off and onto another. Thereafter while they walked she worked on creating a cradle for the jewel. Despite being primarily muscle and anger she had deft fingers when it came to smaller things. She rolled it into a easy slip in which she placed it. Carrying it openly would be a mistake she would not make as she slid it up and around her neck allowing it to fall in the folds of her shirt. It rested evenly between her breasts and was hidden there well.
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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 30, 2019 23:03:30 GMT -8
"I think it would be best." Vithkun said and was content with Myra believing in him. He thought protecting the jewel was just as important as she did, but perhaps he didn't really believe anyone within High Haven would try to steal it. But of cause 'stealing' and 'seizing' were two very different things and if they believed the jewel to be mistreated, som might try to make it so that Vithkun and Myra were no longer entitled to carry it.
"But yes, we must see to it that the jewel is kept from people's eyes after that. Some of them have very curious eyes." he said and smirked. "It's a good idea to tie it around your neck so by accident you won't lose it." he said commending her for her efforts before pondering what that stag really was? A guardian spirit? But from where? A curse? But of who? It seemed like there were only questions surrounding it and though it had helped them, Vithkun wasn't quite trusting it yet as much as Myra did. Especially because the trees seemed to pay it no attention - at all. This was most odd.
The elves and the stag walked through the forest for the rest of the day and many of the trees were keen to say hello to Vithkun and did so through the subtle whispers of their leaves. The younger trees were even cheeky enough to ask who the 'dirty elf' was although the older trees would try to hush them and Vithkun smiled turning to Myra. "Some of the younger trees asks who the 'dirty elf' is as if they believe you have been playing in the mud for some reason." he said with a smile. "Well have you? You may not be able to interpret their whispers, but they'll understand your answer." Vithkun teased.
Shortly efter the sky started emitting soft and warm red and purple patterns and a small clearing was found where they could stay the night. "This night - and while I'm this close to home - I think I prefer sleeping outside and adore the stars." Vithkun announced with an expectant smile and would not unpack his tent unless Myra preferred to sleep in there. Otherwise the night before the big day was spent with the elf sleeping more soundly than he had in a very long time.
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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 May 1, 2019 8:48:08 GMT -8
Entitlement was an odd way to look at who possessed the jewel. No elf in High Haven would ever willingly give it to a Drow, for safe keeping or otherwise. She was going to be a black stain upon their otherwise beautiful glass windows. Colored and fractured into designs that knew no darkness and yet here she was, the single cloud in the sky, the one blade of grass that would not be bent down with the others. Like a thorn in their side she had yet to arrive and yet even the trees knew there was much wrong with her presence. They questioned it, and some joked, and while it was not of malice that they did so it soon would be. Her mood grew more sullen as they approached simply because of the uncertainty of what might soon occur.
Still when they asked if she played in mud she laughed, “Perhaps that is where we gained our original color,” a joke and one she could perpetuate by believing in the fun of it for only a moment she would add, “But I am not dear ones, I was born of shadow and night and I am afraid that no amount of cleaning might change the color that I appear to be.”
Speaking in elvish in their territory common seemed rather, common, here. Therefore reverting to Vith’s language seemed appropriate, especially among the trees. His lack of true understanding of Drow, while he had studied it he was not completely fluent, would only have been used in her territory. Or perhaps it would not be for if they did not believe he understood them he would learn much.
When they reached the elven cities she intended on keeping her mouth rather kindly shut and pretending that she was not able to speak the language. Why would such a Drow know it to start. “Under the stars then,” as they settled in for the night she would look up to them, “I do not intend on speaking in your tongue when we arrive. It would be suspicious in part for me to know it and paint you in a bad light if they believe we have traveled long enough together for you to have taught me.”
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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 May 2, 2019 8:38:10 GMT -8
The leaves of the young trees rustled and even Myra would be able to recognize it as laughter in response to her jest and the crowns seemed to momentarily open and let in the rays of the sun to warm the drow and the elf and cheer them up at the same time. Such was the southern forest - benevolent, innocent and well meaning yet would fiercely protect anyone from trespassing with ill intention. Their first memory was from the sky elves who first animated them and gave them life and a joyous spirit - a memory that was treasured above all else.
As Myra elaborated the older trees would answer her quickly and Vithkun smiled. "They say, that one should not wish the sky to be green and the grass to be blue - such is the brilliance of The Maker." Vithkun explained and nodded to himself. "I couldn't agree more - these trees have grown wiser than many elves." he chuckled.
As they camped Vithkun would frown as she told of her intentions. "Please don't misunderstand, I would never ask of you to keep your mouth closed!" he sincerely. "Also I believe it is important that you don't deliberately try to keep them in the dark, they will find out eventually." he said and was almost finished as he continued. "On top of that... You have a near flawless accentuation with only a hint of cute drow accent, which I'm sure my mother will love!" he teased and grinned.
As Vithkun woke up early the day after it seemed that the weather would stay as amiable as yesterday as Vithkun put a gentle hand on Myra's shoulder. "If we leave early we will reach High Haven late afternoon..!" he said and could hardly contain his enthusiasm as he prepared a light morning meal of the rations they had left from the trip through the demon wastes. Half of the enthusiasm was showing Myra all of the wonders and hopefully making sure she had a good time - deeply suppressed were the memories of political battles, half truths on everyone's tongues and the ever weighing obligation on his shoulders.
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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 May 2, 2019 16:38:11 GMT -8
The forest graced them with their laughter, the sweetness of the breeze within their branches and the way they shifted in the beauty of their amusement. The light shone through their leaves and they gave them more light. Myra stretched her arms upward to soak in their gift. For all her talk of shadows she enjoyed the warmth upon her dark skin. More elf like than most in that regard. Her ability to communicate in the language of nature was also odd but something she gained from her solitude. Vith translating was quite sweet and appreciated for there were a few words that she did not understand came clearly from him. “They have not the ulterior motives that we carry,” she spoke so softly, and sweetly, “They worry for the rain and the sun in the sky, for the air around them to be sweet and clear of the pollution of man and for fire to stay far from them. They worry for creatures who pass through, for their safety, and of the effect they will have upon this world. Your kin simply feed them with song and ply them with gratitudes but I see no wrong in their words. For as they say the Maker has made them perfect, it is simply that you see this most of all.”
Speaking of this he asked of her not to forge a path which could not be taken back and she would nod once, before smiling and hiding it by ducking behind a tree walking around it but unable to keep it from her elvish, “I was taught in a place of learning where they strived for perfection.”
The Tower was insistent. It strove to drive her insane while teaching her lessons, guiding her, and she rarely spoke of it nor did she express where her knowledge came from. Every time it came up in her thoughts she remembered Kelly. She swore before the skeleton of a man as he stole her very voice from her mouth she would remember him. The day she forgot would be the day she left this world.
Rising in the morning her nerves were beginning to be more obvious. Movements were jerky, and sharp, and when he placed his hand on her shoulder she shifted so quickly to look at him that it was instantaneous and if he was not paying attention he would have never caught it.
“Then let us be on our way,” his enthusiasm was infectious and while she enjoyed his company she feared the company of others. Her arrival would mark a change in their histories, though how long lived was up to both of them.
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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 May 3, 2019 9:47:09 GMT -8
It was relief when she nodded and Vithkun knew she would not hide her understanding of elven for his kin - that thing was bound to cause trouble one way or the other. "I'm glad you see it in the same way and I'm sure it is only an asset for you that you know our language." he assured her.
The insecurities that Myra felt right were not shared by Vithkun but still he noticed them. The jolt of movement when he woke her up and the general tenseness she emitted was not the way she usually carried herself - but of course it was to be expected. All that was left to do was to cross his fingers hoping it would be a pleasant experience for the most part although of course some of it would surely not, they both knew of the barriers that needed scaling. But first and foremost it was his home and he knew it would still welcome him home.
Vithkun then turned to the white stag and bowed. "You've been a formidable guide and companion and you showing us the right way to the jewel is immensely appreciated. However we must take our leave now and I'm sure this forest will suit your every need and I believe we shall meet again some day." Vithkun said with a respectful smile although he had never really established any close contact with the stag that seemed more inclined towards Myra.
The stag then lowered its head as if accepting Vithkun's words and slowly strolled over to Myra putting its head on her shoulders as if wishing her a good journey - perhaps deep inside knowing what dangers lay ahead. If Myra had parting words for it would blink slowly before turning around heading in the opposite direction again.
"Yes, let us get on our way then." he said and gently put a hand on her back knowing that she had already forged a bond to the stag. "We will meet it again - there is little doubt about that." he said comforting leading her along the way they had to walk.
As they progressed it seemed like subtle signs were telling them, that they were indeed going the right way. The green leaves and moss on the trunks looked vibrant like never before, the blue sky was deep and you could almost get entranced looking into it and animals were abundant and not the slightest bit scared of the two elves. Squirrels racing around collecting nuts and some even curious enough to climb the trousers of the drow - one offering Myra its findings in stretched out arms as it sat on her shoulder.
Later that afternoon it was as if a subtle music chimed through the forest, a longing but beautiful music as if they were calling a lost kin home - which indeed they were. "You hear that, Myra? It's the 'Echellon' which is the music that is sent into the forest to guide my kin in the right direction, although it is not for me personally. It will scare and confuse any who didn't have a good heart. But it's there always and the forest itself acts as the resonance chamber." he explained and boldly trotted ahead.
The forest was still dense though and the trees were everywhere indicating that they were still quite inside High Haven and had a ways to go yet. "I promise you that we have more than trees..!" he jested although suddenly subtle yet rhythmic rustling of leaves were heard that didn't chime according to wind. Vithkun stopped and gently put a hand in front of Myra as the soft footsteps seemed to circle around them and get closer. "We have a welcome committee." he said with a relaxed smile as the the were encircled by cloaked shadows that dotted around in the outskirts just outside the range where they may be recognized. Vithkun knew that they were here to greet their prince back.
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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 May 3, 2019 22:21:56 GMT -8
The encouragement to speak elvish openly was taken to heart and the majority of their conversations within the border would be partaken in the beautiful lilting language of the elves. It truly was magnificent to hear one of such strange background to speak it but with barely a hint of her own homeland tainting her tongue as it rolled across it. Capable of other such feats in mastery she’d once spoken to a nymph she believed to be a sort of water elf and perhaps she was as some things are lost in translation at times.
When the stag took its leave it was to indifference by Vith but she had enjoyed its presence. Mainly because his tendency to keep to her side was refreshing as she teased Vith mercilessly expecting the same treatment in return. Doling it out in large portions she took what she gave well receiving it with half a grain of salt in regards to his own views. Both were raised in such differing circumstances that neither might ever truly understand how varied their thoughts really were but it did not matter when she smiled to him and he smiled to her with such sincerity in the gesture. He often looked her way while they traveled which made her on guard for her expressions doing things which they ought not to was always a fear for it was far too telling.
“Goodbye dear one,” she would tell the stag before he could take his leave. His absence would be noted in the days to come.
Before he departed she wished him all of the luck that he was able and spoke of a promise made by another Drow. One who unbeknownst to her had much closer ties than simple curiosity. That was if Kacien was to be believed. Pondering the truth of his words and then discarding them she littered them along their journey picking apart what little he spoke and slowly dropping it for her disbelief was too strong. Little did she know that there was some small part of her subconscious that brought up the rear and collected each breadcrumb into a basket to be remolded into a reminder that would make itself prevalent at another time.
The lands provided an ample distraction for their beauty was unmatched. It unfurled in such boundless appreciation of the simpler designs of nature to the myriad of creatures that both big and small interacted with them so openly. The little brave squirrel would be rewarded with a token of thanks and a few more collected berries that she would sprinkle down to him as he rushed about her feet. Laughing at his antics it was indiscernible from the very sounds they heard from the paler ones.
The welcome committee was there to greet their majesty. Being an added bonus that would be seen as a vile addition her reaction was more defensive. Their arrival was noticed before their actual presentation and her hand rested upon the mace. A precaution and habit that would be extremely hard to break. Traveling alone before each blade of grass that moved was listened to, each tree creaking at increased weight of the leaves rustling meant visitors. These were simply ones that were familiar to one of them and while no threat to his highness she knew better.
“It appears we do,” she kept to elvish her voice strong, clear, and undeniably perfectly pronounced.
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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 May 4, 2019 8:58:27 GMT -8
"Myra, you should remove your hand from the hilt of your ma..." Vithkun said as suddenly a quick arrow lodged itself in the ground before the feet of the drow and two archers stepped out from nearby trees their bows readied and aimed towards Myra. A blonde haired elf with a sword on his side and masculine facial features stepped forward and greeted Vithkun with a bow. "My lord. Welcome back." he said and turned to Myra with a significantly colder gaze and the air of superiority was noticeable even through his posture. "A drow..." he said and observed her as his eyes slowly inspected her equipment, size, muscles and so forth - but never meeting her eyes. "I have no idea how it is, that you are accompanying our dear prince, but that is as far as you go." he said assertively and nodded towards the arrow that had been ever so accurately shot into the ground only inches in front of her feet. "Garullais!" Vithkun raised his voice firmly. "Don't treat my honored guest with words like that. Although I appreciate your vigilance and carrying out your duty as guard captain of the Southern Woods, you should have considered that she was a guest before saying such things." Vithkun reprimanded him as the elf raised his brows confused. "Guest?!? But My Lord Almear, she is of the drow race - our bitter enemies..!" he argued. "No matter what she told you, she is most likely a spy!" he said looking at Vithkun turning his head with wide open eyes. "She is definitely not - she is not even able to lie. You will consider her an honored friend of High Haven and she will walk with me." he insisted with an assertive voice as the guard captain slowly bowed keeping his eyes fixed on Vithkun as if he was waiting for the prince to change his mind back. "Very well..." he said and turned around. "Lower your bows, she is... elf friend." he hesitated as the other elves complied but looked equally astounded as the guard captain. Several others stepped out of the bushes to reveal themselves as Garullais waved his hand. "Stay on guard while we escort the lord and..." he stopped and glanced briefly at the drow. "What was your name again, drow-kin?" he asked before finishing his instructions to his soldiers and nodded to Vithkun before leading the way forwards. "I'm so sorry Myra..!" Vithkun whispered embarrassed. "I... had not anticipated this level of suspicion when you were traveling along with me - we'll change that I promise." he said and nodded assertively. At the same time the guard captain fell back a bit walking with his hands behind his back and turned towards Vithkun. "Did you come back with what you had set out to get?" he asked muted though Vithkun was in no hurry to answer. "I have and I haven't." he announced trying to cloak the truth because the jewel would not be the dowry it was expected to be, but the jewel was found and brought back none the less. The guardsman gave a quick and restless glance towards the drow and his eyes told everything she needed to know about how he considered the drow to have something to do with this uncertainty and odd change he felt from the prince. But out of fear to insult his highness by asking the drow more questions he nodded and simply took his place a few paces in front of them again. "We need not speak too much about the jewel if it's not necessary, I believe." Vithkun spoke and gave her a more light hearted smile. "In a couple of hours or so we'll cross into our capital, Xaomere, where we'll spend the night before heading for the palace tomorrow." he revealed although not what kind of accommodation she could expect.
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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 May 4, 2019 9:57:35 GMT -8
Too little to late did his words slip from his lips as an arrow planted itself firmly in the ground before her feet. It was precise in its location and purposeful. Had they meant to hit her they would have attempted a much higher shot, not that it would have landed. Unflinching when it landed her gaze followed the line of the bow from where it had whence came. Releasing the mace she crossed her arms beneath her breasts as the conversation occurred. Did Vithkun truly expect differently from his people? Had he not been as disrespectful when they had first met? Or was his memory so short as to forget how the two had treated each other before gaining the respect that was necessary in order to work together and then shortly after allowing it evolve into something more tangible between the two.
As far as you go, the words slipped from his mouth and it took all the effort within her to keep the corner of her lip from twitching upward into a smirk. Resisting for the sake of their Lord as they referred to him making his life more difficult was not her goal though he had intentionally taken it upon himself to do so by inviting her back and giving her the very prize that he was sent to collect.
“Myralthrine, of Host,” she clarified when her name was asked. Truth came as Vithkun promised but perhaps too much from her lips. The opinion of his Generals meant nothing. Insulting them as quickly as praising any other who deserved it the grandest gesture she could make was not to elaborate further.
In fact her very quiet nature was a blessing as Vith whispered to her. You’ll try. She thought giving him but the slightest hint that she worried for his promises her brows furrowing. The condescending nature of the other elves, the way they appeared, how Garullais requested that they follow for… safety reasons. Destroying those who remembered not what the power of her bright eyes meant and the gleam of her snowy hair would have been all too sweet. Annnonai might have struck them for insolence but she had different plans.
The arrow that was dropped at her feet she reached down, picking up smoothly from the dirt her thumb resting in the middle as she snapped it cleanly in two. Two even length sides that fit into the edge of her palm. Passing Garullais she held it out for him, “I believe this is yours?”
Whether he took it or not was of no issue, for if he took it she would relinquish it, and if he refused she would simply drop it with a shrug of her shoulders making to keep pace with Vith walking beside him for good measure. If she was going to properly make a name for herself as insolent and rude it was going to start here, “Agreed,” she echoed about the jewel itself her jaw set like stone her expression blissfully blank but her eyes shards of ice.
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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 May 5, 2019 5:52:36 GMT -8
The arrow being taken out of the ground and snapped in two in her hands was a gesture that told Garullais a lot more than the words Vithkun had spoken to defend Myra. As Myra passed the guard captain and spoke he narrowed he narrowed his eyes and frowned as he snatched the broken arrow out of her hands. "Host. I know that dung heap." he said and added with a whisper. "Rarely does much good crawl out of it, but at least you speak elven quite well..." he said as she passed him by. The words were harsh and with the degree of elegance and diplomacy that was expected by a soldier and his eyes followed the drow for a moment - but so did the eyes of Vithkun follow the guard captain.
Vithkun stopped briefly in front of Garullais as he passed him too. "Loyalty is more than sharing the same enemy - it is also sharing the same trust." he simply spoke, nodded and passed him. In reality he was angry that Garullais couldn't just understand what he understood about Myra, but as Myra had taught him respect was not found in ascertaining dominance but in encouraging words.
As Vithkun walked besides Myra he knew that even the softest words were not going to take away her feelings of rage right now, but nevertheless he felt the need to explain. "Garullais is a loyal elf but he doesn't trust outsiders and has a history to back it up. He was among the ones that spent years in drow prisons during the war and only made it out because we exchanged prisoners. I'm sure there are drows like him too as our prisons aren't exactly luxurious abodes either." Vithkun admitted as they strode forwards at a leisurely pace.
After a few hours they crossed through the forest and into open lands where immediately the expanse of High Haven really opened up with the capital of Xaomere standing as a vast city a couple of miles ahead. The road leading there stretched itself through the open country with rolling hills, groves and colorful fields on its path. "Thank you for your vigilance Garullais, we will make it to the city ourselves from here." Vithkun said and nodded.
"Yourselves..?!?" he asked surprised and reluctantly nodded. It was absolutely not common that royalty would move without the aid of both servants and guards but was of course not restricted to following those exact guidelines.
"Thank you." Vithkun smiled and stretched out his hand looking at the soldiers. "If you would be as kind as to lend us your cloaks, we need not the eyes upon us right now." he elaborated as the soldiers reluctantly handed them their cloaks and Vithkun then gazed at Myra and nodded towards the city. "Should we get going?" he suggested while leaving the guard captain and his soldiers in his wake and casually throwing one of them to her. "Let's use these if we meet anyone on the road and keep them on inside the city while in the public." he said with a gentle smile.
As they strolled towards Xaomere Vithkun eyed an orange tree with low hanging fruits ripe for the picking and with a swift jump he leveraged himself with the use of a fence post and grabbed a couple of oranges. "Here have one of these!" Vithkun said and started to peel his own. "I have looked forward to tasting the fruits and berries of High Haven for so long that I can barely contain myself anymore!" he admitted as he ate the orange in big chunks enjoying the fruity and yet surprisingly sweet elven oranges that held so much nutrition that even a stubborn ork would feel himself cheered up after eating one.
"And if you think this is good, just wait until you taste the wine... oh no wait..." Vithkun said and chuckled remembering her preferences. "I think we'll find you something fitting!" he joked as the impressive wall and gate of Xaomere grew ever closer and revealed the pure scale of the city with its towers and spires reaching even above.
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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 May 5, 2019 6:24:36 GMT -8
Dung heap was a fair description of Host compared to the rest of the lands, and in comparison to High Haven as well, it was a desolate area of indeterminate lack of value. Less perhaps than human lands but beautiful in its sparseness but most Elves would not see such within it. Myra actually smiled at his description, an apt one and somehow amusing, and her smile was genuine, something it took Vith some time to achieve upon his own. “Fair enough,” the same amusement in that smile filtered into her tone. Vith apologized openly for him in his own hushed tones but she defended Garullais and whether he heard it or not she paid no heed, “He is due his opinion. His suffering is not my own to judge nor have suffered and I cannot fathom the history of his own memory.”
Elven prisons were less likely to be as beautiful as their other abodes as well but she did not mention this nor focus upon it. Should she end up in one she simply hoped that her imagination was far more imaginative than they were.
Entering the edge of the city itself it was magnificent. Vithkun had quite a way with words, his descriptions not short nor lacking, but nothing managed to match the real thing. He spoke about cloaks and she left him to it distracted by the very view presented. He would hand her one and she took it but worried that this was the same deception he worried about when she spoke in their tongue. Still reaching the palace would be difficult if she was discovered and she would thank not only him but the one that volunteered their own for her sake.
The fabric floated around her shoulders as she flung it out expertly placing the clasp and the hood before tucking her long locks inside the return of the braid eminent in such danger. Taking the road down the child that she traveled with was well and distracted by an orange tree and she laughed at his leaping about like he was a part of a ballet. He landed with such grace and ability she almost might have applauded but instead caught the orange.
Peeling it she took a bite as he rambled and when she saw an opening she would compliment it, “I can see why you missed it.”
Then he continued on ever the talker, “Something stronger then?” As he changed his mind on the wine. The little she tasted before in the Dwarven kingdom was certainly worth a secondary attempt but if he could find something more suitable to her rather harsh tendency for hard liquor she would not say no either but keeping her wits was also important.
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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 May 5, 2019 7:25:40 GMT -8
Vithkun smiled at her mentioning she might be into something a bit stronger. "Elven wine isn't exactly diluted with water you know..!" he said with a smirk thinking back to the bar at that time. "I believe I was a fairly good indicator for that." he mentioned as he discarded the used orange peel and casually threw the cloak over his shoulders although such a thing was surprisingly hard to get a handle with and he looked to Myra who had equipped it rather expertly. "Is there a trick to this thing? I usually never wear them?" he excused himself for his lack of competence in something that seemed so basic as he fiddled with the the button as well as fit over the head. Later they would approach the gate and though people weren't explicitly checked while entering the guards would likely have an eye fixed on new people anyway. "Just walk a little behind me and say hello in your best elven accent without looking directly at them..!" he instructed Myra as he would walk first nodding to the guards and smiling. "Good afternoon!" he said as the guard reacted with a polite smile probably noticing the way he carried himself which in their eyes marked him as an important and respectable citizen balancing out the dirty and worn clothes he was currently wearing. Not once did the guard's gaze however tell Vithkun that he had recognized him as prince. After both of them had been let in Vithkun stopped and breathed in the smell from the market enjoying the nostalgic buzz of people hurrying around with their carts, selling their goods from small stands and general high activity that ensured that few or no one would care to look twice and point them out as long as they kept their hoods on. Eyeing a market stand with an old lady Vithkun went over and dropped a couple of coins and pointed at two meat spears that had been on the grill along with a few vegetables and was ready to eat. "There, I bet you're still hungry after the orange - frankly I'm impressed you didn't eat the peel too." he jested with a smile handing her the meat spear. "This is one of the few big markets in Xaomere - would you like to have a look around or should we proceed?" he said taking a bite of the meat spear, the meat so succulent it would almost melt off the spear.
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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 May 5, 2019 10:15:27 GMT -8
“My constitution for alcohol I still believe trumps yours.” Taking pity on the struggling fellow with his cloak she came close readjusting the front and the clasp. Then she pulled up his hood. Gently tucking back his hair on the top to keep it from frizzing later she was extremely close, hands around his face and her eyes focused upon him. It lasted but seconds and she removed them when she was finished lingering only a second to sort a wrinkle over the edge of his collarbone.
It was dangerous to be so close, especially here, for the look she gave him wasn’t one of a friend assisting another but it had some longing. Disguising it was near impossible and she stepped back quickly because of the way she felt in that instant. The jewel still settled between her breasts it was cool and clean and while it did not bounce when she moved it shifted slightly sharp edges pressing into skin. An ever constant reminder of her task here. Accomplishing it she was protecting the stone until he decided the outcome.
Passing through the gates she did as asked keeping head down, voice clear, and quite close for fear of being separated. They may not look too closely with his bright face before the both of them but if they were separated she feared the worst. Waiting upon him at the stand when he returned she took the spear gingerly, “You would have been the one to eat the peel in your excitement,” she jested. He offered her a chance to observe his people, to see them as they were meant to be seen without bias, “I am sure you miss your home, whatever you wish to show me I would be happy to see.”
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