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 Jul 26, 2019 9:06:26 GMT -8
Myra need not step out in the first gown for both outside the room to know the brighter colors would only sit upon her tone as if they were a stranger to her. One that need not be so strange for it was as if Vith himself would have attempted to dress her if he was given the choice but pale greens and soft touches of light and fairy dust did not fit her. Not that her personality did not give way to such ambience but that it simply could not truly match her more muted nature. The blue was gorgeous, it radiated her own soft nature and depth and when Delene put it through the door she was almost pleased to see the colors. The greys only helped to ease the adjustment as a lighter color and the way it carried upward to cover her completely was most welcome. Perhaps dresses were not outside of the realm of possibility she thought as she looked at the design as a most welcome change. Quickly rehanging the one she originally entered with she would readjust the skirts upon the second.
It slid up easily and as she adjusted it the fit was like a second skin. Had Delene knew they were coming there would not have even been need to alter the gown it fit so well. Perhaps somewhere in the back of her mind she’d been prepared.
Glancing back in the mirror she saw a gorgeous gown, and black hair, hair that seemed fitting when they left the prison for she was keeping herself within one in order to fool others. For the safety of a man she had never met for loose lips would sink all that came with them. Hiding in plain sight, would be the plan but how foolish it was to believe that word of a Drow would not reach them that was within elven lands. No Drow would step foot here unless under duress of a cage and for her to walk freely was truly unheard of.
They would piece it together, soon enough, and while they had agreed she felt like a child trying to fool a parent. Still as she touched the dark locks she wondered if it was not worth the chance they were giving it even if hiding under a guise seemed beneath either of them.
Emerging from the room, after messing with the mirror for the sake of seeing the magic she had not cared to know how it appeared in all lights but was simply curious, she closed the door behind her in one fell swoop. Her chin was held high when she appeared long tresses freely flowing over her back.
“You both are right,” she’d heard the last of their words before she’d come out their whispers earlier heard but ignored for their sake of ruining the surprise, “You do look handsome,” she would tell Vith with a warm smile that even traveled to Delene, “And while the first was lovely this is more fitting and very much so well put together.”
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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 Jul 26, 2019 22:36:50 GMT -8
Delene opened her eyes in surprise as Myra stepped out a little sooner than she had anticipated, her reddish chins only gaining in color realizing Karise had heard this. "I... stand fully by my craft." she said and bowed her head slightly to hide her slight embarrassment. However as she caught glance of Karise in this dress her lips parted slightly and a smile crept up her cheeks. "That is truly the right choice for you." she acknowledged, while Vithkun stood almost dumbfounded as he saw her dusky radiance.
"Ehrm... thanks m..." he said almost spitting out her real name. "... m-much obliged, Karise..!" he said saving them the trouble of explaining their shenanigans. Vith's smile was wide as he saw her in that dress and in some way it felt more 'Myra' than that her namesake's she had borrowed at the dwarves. At the same time he was quite taken aback by the genuine fact, that she seemed to like his outfit. It was very elven, very strict and posh.
"Do you really like it, Karise?" he smiled softly as Delene would intervene.
"Of course she does! Look at her, she has a sense of style, you halfwit!" she teased as Vithkun chuckled and nodded.
"Sure, I'm just getting used to it, alright?" he excused himself his eyes dotting once more to Myra and awe of what he saw. "Well, then I bet we should be going. Probably lots of people waiting..." Vithkun commented with mixed feelings.
"Do I send the bill to daddy..?" Delene once again teased with a wry smile as Vithkun rolled his eyes.
"There are administrators who takes care of the royal finances, it is NOT daddy who... look why do I even care?" he let out a reluctant but rather amused chuckle letting his gesticulating arms drop. "Still you've been of great help here today, not many would idly assist in this way." Vithkun stepped forwards and put his hands to support both sides of her head offering her a polite and quick farewell kiss on the forehead, a quiet smile on Delene's face, but nothing to suggest it was more than courtesy.
"Let's go, Karise. We need to see if there is a mob waiting for us out there - either way we'll make it." he said extending his hand for her to grab as they would be heading outside again to mount their horses and continue in a much more fashionably and visible way. Delene would give a careful smile and wave to the both of them.
"Do come back..! And you too, Karise, don't let them get to you!" she would greet them as they left through the door her hands falling before her as she started worrying about where they were going.
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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 Jul 27, 2019 3:04:16 GMT -8
The banter between the two showed a familiarity that expressed a friendship long-standing and well kept. Vithkun would need such allies as Delene and his cousin in order to withstand the onslaught of his choices in the days to come. Therefore she did not mock either nor interfere with the way they carried about one another, jealousy while there did not befit her and she had to admit it was nice as they went back and forth deciding whether she truly liked the dress.
Smiling knowingly while they did so she caught one last look in the mirror. It was with a heavy heart she knew that change was coming for in her reflection there were things that bore admitting.
For to her dismay and joy, she did like the dress. The fabric was light and fluid around her form seeming to move with her. There were two layers with one more akin to a shift and one sheerer but a mix of purple and blue that was laid over periwinkle giving it an almost blueberry-esque hue that Delene so quickly commented upon earlier. It was not one shade but broken by the periwinkle in the center with a band that met beneath her breasts with a beweled broach before it slid downward on either side at a downward angle covering the sides of the dress and the back. Above it was the same simple two shifting fabrics with the same bejeweled style wrapping around her upper arms. It was not perhaps as complicated as the others and with a banana boat neckline, it concealed much that the other had not, allowing her to drop the Crimson Ascent beneath the fabric.
Before they departed she would not only take Vith's hand but also Delene's if only for a moment, "I will not forget your kindness, thank you."
How rare she believed it might have been within this Kingdom and yet it was visible in everyone that Vithkun had brought her to. It was an odd trait for him to have collected friends and family who were so open to change and knew that it was inevitable when he himself was so damning at first. Then again he'd agreed to accompany her where most would have scorned her immediately and never believed her words. His power of hope was never to be neglected and as she promised Marchus she intended on feeding it and would tell him privately once they were on their way, "I find myself liking her despite my reservations at first."
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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 Jul 29, 2019 14:18:59 GMT -8
Delene would smile back - a little surprised of Myra's care because of her intense initial conquest of Vithkun, but softened up pretty quick for an even wider smile as she gave Karise a small squeeze before she left. Being 'on top' and asserting one's social position through dominant verbal behavior was something quite prevalent between elves in High Haven and sometimes it was so culturally engraved, that it was considered rude not doing it. However Delene had snapped out of it, as the drow's 'down to earth' demeanor had awoken her memories of the world outside, and the fact that just speaking your mind in an straight forward way was often a much less complicated and more efficient way to communicate.
But her last words pointed towards the fact that complex communication was very deeply engraved in Excelmere among the nobles - even to the point where it could be mistaken as being their sole purpose for getting out of bed in the morning. Spite was woven through elegant strings of words that would almost make you say 'thank you' and you'd be finding yourself doing favors for people you've just met, only from listening to the silver of their tongues. This was on Vithkun's mind too as he left, knowing exactly what they faced. But Myra had surprised him before and if there was any chance of anyone battering right through that, it lay with the drow and he gave her a loving sidelong glance as they were mounting their horses.
"Your reservations are duly noted, and I'd advise you to not easily let them drop." he gave her a wry smile. "Delene is okay, but she's an elf and this is how elves communicate and maintain social status - simply by flexing their verbal muscles. Delene has been outside High Haven, but many haven't and don't know that there is a different kind of communication. Don't judge them too hard, but also don't get taken in by either flattery nor criticism, it's only a way to position themselves politically and socially." he advised Myra and a long, but perhaps much needed, explanation and warning about the palace in particular. "Only if they choose to be alone with you, are you sure that they trust you, and even then truths may be blended with half truths to serve their cause." he explained.
"Elves' biggest sins are not lying though, it's the sin of failing to see the other side of the coin - if you remember this, you'll be alright. An elf that admits another side of the truth, is a wise and trustworthy one." he said and looked at Myra with a wry grin. "I wasn't always like that, was I?" he asked jestingly, well aware of this. "Be ware that calling me wise right now, might cause me to fall down the horse like a fool!" he said and chuckled, before they passed the bridge that lead from the walled mercantile area of Excelmere to the more lush, rich and expressive part of the city.
"This part of the city is the jewel, every plant is as old as the mountains and have roots deep inside the grounds. Nobility live here, but servants and laborers live here in almost equal luxury as the nature magic of High Haven is more prevalent here than almost anywhere else in High Haven." he explained as they passed lavishly built houses that seemed almost knitted into the nature - yet perfectly distinguishable. They were not build for practicality nor protection, for nature here was benevolent always and beauty beat practicality any day. The structures awoke such awe, that one could easily be caught speechless just by casting eyes on the may layered and twisted monuments of elven pride and lavish, where little gardens, rivers and waterfalls of splendor arose in unique ways everywhere.
The two elves were starting to get attention for the noble and common folk on the roads - no one yelling nor pointing, yet they were seen. Their prince, whom they had not seen for a full year, had returned, followed by a drow! One however that looked every bit like a drow queen as the elven horse almost proudly bore her along, the dress accentuating her noble features. To ride alongside the prince was one thing - almost impossibly rude for someone like that - yet she carried herself with such ease and elegance that the dusky woman looked like she almost belonged by his side. But as they crossed through the final neighborhood before starting their ascend towards the halls of the castle, they were met by a slim built elf on his almost completely white horse along with six elven soldiers clad in immaculate shiny plate armor that undulated around their bodies like flames of otherworldly metal.
"Welcome back to Excelmere, the Thousand Lights Hall and your father awaits you." he said and bowed his head to the prince, his long blonde hair falling forwards before he lifted his head again looking at Myra. "And who... rides level with his majesty..?" the elf's words were cold as he narrowed his eyes, presenting not even his name to her. However much Vithkun wanted to present her, she needed to do it herself - presenting her would only strengthen Head Captain Garda's silent critique of Myra. Thus Vithkun simply looked at the head captain acknowledging his presence and greeting, yet sparing him no words right now - as was expected from the prince by everyone there.
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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 Jul 29, 2019 20:59:59 GMT -8
Delene misunderstood intentions more clearly than most leaving her dumbfounded with a partial change of heart had not been Myra’s intention but it appeared it was her due. Unsettling previously deep seated emotions and thoughts her presence where it went began a change in others. Perhaps it was her belief that there was always more to someone than met the eye. Uncovering such revealed true beauty or the serious truth of what depth of deprivation lay within one’s heart. Vith’s layers were drawn back slowly but almost completely causing a change in the boy who became a man by understanding a different point of view, one that now allowed him to proudly ride beside a Drow who until but a week ago had been but a poor orphan and the lowest of society. Even now going under the pretense of Karise she returned to such in the eyes of others and he presented her so lowly with only the issue of lying within his tongue. Had she been Myralthrine of Host upon them entering Excelmere he might have proudly still proclaimed her worthy of carrying the jewel nestled between her breasts shining so brightly beneath cloth it was a miracle it did not go through the sheen of it.
Revelations aside Myralthrine rarely carried her previous understanding of her birthright, which had been naught, when she had rode before. Their journey had been spent side by side with neither taking a lead to be better than the other nor neither needing such pretense outside of the shimmering enchantments that so concealed the elven world from the human one. Pride might be the downfall of a lesser woman but it lifted her up to sit high and well within her seat, and even when she answered Vith, his warnings not forgotten, she would say softly, “You are now,” taking his hand within hers by reaching across she meant her words blue eyes locking onto him with an intensity of transformation beneath their depths, “We have grown in the presence of one another, you have taught me much Vithkun Almear,” she used his full name as a sign of respect and to fully garner his attention to her words, “Not the least of which is that one cannot truly judge a book by its cover. Though I fear we carry one with us that will be judged thoroughly by its contents.”
Speaking of her ancestors they did carry the lineage of the Drow. The spells would be tested over the pages, found to be true and bearing all that was right about her lineage as well as his own. For it would be found to bewitched by a talented castor the spellbinding not changed for thousands of years and carrying secrets many would choose not to reveal. Myralthrine’s lineage did not coincide with Vith’s for their ancestors had no children but were he to search hard and long enough they would find Drow intertwined with Elf in the line of both royal families within the history of the ages. Both shared more of another than the might ever realize even if it was but a truly distant relation.
Releasing him as his kin came to realize their presence among them he would face enough of their judgement without her carrying on now in order to prove a point, or lose a point in her favor. Presenting herself as well as possible included conforming to their lack of understanding if only until they could be together again, alone, where pretending need not be the order of the day.
Discovering his home was to discern what lay within the architecture of their society. The fabric of life here was multifaceted and colorful deigning to serve no purpose than to promote a lack of the unsightly. No one might claim anything to be displeasing to the eye only to the use of ones hands. Unsuitable for human use, too unuseful to dwarves, and too wild for the Drow. It was if nothing else a pure representation of how absolutely full of themselves elves could be but in such imagery lied their true seduction for elves were not meant to be serious or understood. Their mystery lied in the glamour of their presentation. In the rising fall of their voices as they sang or spoke cloaking insults in seduction and in an opposite fashion giving a compliment wrapped in so much complexity one might never uncover its true meaning. It was picturesque and while Myra was loathe to admit it she found it charming.
Entranced so by the world around her there was a small voice whispering in her mind to bring herself back down to the earth. To remember that all things were rooted and so should she be and keep her mouth shut instead of her jaw becoming unhinged in her need to seek out the line of every home as it began. Soon surrounded by elves who found her as interesting as she them she found it within herself to keep her eyes forward, barely looking to Vith unless he spoke directly to her, and but rarely looking away from the road keeping herself haughty in manner but endearing them to a view of her features that would not deny her royalty if only in looks.
Approached by the guard he greeted his majesty first, the returning prince a spectacle that drew notice without a secondary rider. The recognition of a second might have been foregone if not for her pale skin the grey tinge and tinted cheeks having not been seen openly riding upon these roads for thousands of years. Much less having ridden beside a prince so openly.
Vithkun prepared her as much as he was able. It warranted mentioning he had done most of it that morning as he hoped before to have impressively swooped in and saved her by making certain she was treated with respect. His naivety placed her in danger upon their arrival to the city but while blame had been openly shared and then dismissed it could not happen again.
Myra spoke in a clear dialect, no fault found in the way her mouth formed the words the only accent upon her name and the way she pronounced Host, not unlike Haust in the true pronunciation, “I am Karise of Host,” she spoke openly, brightly, without fear nor concern for if she was to be who she was it was going to be unapologetic in every way, shape, and form, “I accompany his majesty out of his kindness and intent on repaying deeds not long since passed in his absence from the hallowed halls of his forefathers.”
Garda’s hair was long, and bright, and beautifully shimmering in the sun while her hair was of raven black painted by magic. It remained so the darker locks complimenting darker skin hiding what lay beneath but nothing could hide her eyes. Nothing could hide the way they leveled with the Captain as if asking him to present a challenge she might rise to. For if he did she would.
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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 Aug 1, 2019 9:51:04 GMT -8
"Of... Host." he said his voice landing hard on her surname, the way she spoke it much less important than the words she spoke and 'Host' was a place that even Garda knew about. His eyes slid towards Vithkun with little visible movement of the head but words crossed his lips as he did so. "Indeed he must be kind to let one from Host accompany him." Garda said and observed her for a few more moments, but Vithkun did not spare him to continue.
"Oh tigthen your snatch, Garda! It is not out of my benevolence I travel with Karise, it is out of mutual need and respect for each other, for we have brought back together what I set out to claim - but could not be claimed alone. Yes indeed we bring the Crimson Ascend and it hangs around her neck and radiating from it is a light that we were destined to claim and keep." Vithkun said and leaned a little forward with a challenging frown, as Garda sat with eyes wide open, not at all sure of how to react to Vithkun's sudden and very un-elvish attack.
Tightening his lips and nodding a couple of time he took a deep breath looking directly at Myra. "Lady Karise, it shall not be known, that the elves of Excelmere and the Thousand Lights Hall are not welcoming of other... elves." he said, the last word taking a bit more effort to spit out. "I apologize of I spoke out of turn." he said nodding at Myra before looking back at Vithkun trying to judge if he was content, and rightly concluding he was, he would speak to the prince.
"It was in my mind to contact you as you had gotten better, but I was informed that you had left in the middle of the night and thus I was not able to tell you..." his sarcasm bounced right of Vithkun with a slight snort. "But before your return Lady Ayana of House Kelna, whom I expect you're still courting..." he said and glanced at Myra briefly before continuing. "... has vanished. Frankly without a trace." Garda informed Vithkun who frowned surprised.
"This is very odd... please, can you take us to my brother? I must speak with him first then!" Vithkun stressed, knowing that indeed if he was to know the true story, his brother would be the one to ask.
"Well yes indeed, though your father would very much like to see you soon - he was there often as you lay ill a couple of days ago." Garda said and turned to Myra with a curious frown. "I heard my men speak of a white haired drow - not a black haired drow, if I remember correctly." he said locking his eyes on 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 Aug 1, 2019 16:48:57 GMT -8
Her fist tightening on the reins for the horses bridle her long sleeves were the only thing that blocked it from being visible as her knuckles began to whiten. Irritation at being addressed in such a manner could not be expressed openly. Elves were expected to speak in riddles, to express their discomfort in ways that were of word instead of with physical action. Not that she enjoyed the change from her general way of handling things. They were saved only by Vith’s interference who she was beginning to wonder if he was only supposed to speak to the King first but it had changed due to her treatment.
Being gracious openly might have been a mistake as well and therefore she kept herself quiet until he mentioned the crimson ascent. If they were to openly claim to carry it, which he had rather quickly explaimed she had it upon her person. The strands that she took from the deer were wrapped around her neck leading into her gown and being covered by the fabric there, but just barely for when he mentioned the light it began to glow with its own enchantment. Seeing no use now in it she withdrew it with both hands holding the chain instead of the jewel allowing it to fall outwardly.
“It is not necessecary,” dismissing his apology seeing as it was not sincere to start her words were more so simply because she could not fashion them to be anything but.
The conversation was quickly moved to the subject of a missing woman, who was quickly explained to be the one he was courting before his extended absence. Keeping it to herself that matters had changed due to rather unique circumstances his last few words could not be explained quickly or easily.
Secrets were ill kept here it seemed. Never should she have attempted such a base trick but she had hoped for some hope it might work. Still she could not simply rid herself of the dye. Keeping herself from touching the dyed locks her eyes flashed dangerously the blue threatening to turn white. Hardly concealed anger was dredging itself up in a different type of lack of control. One that was dangerous to prod. Her embarrassment was hardly helping in the matter. Only once had she experienced such a sensation and it was the only other time she’d had to control such anger within the council chambers. It had flooded into her fingertips tingling like fire and begging for release. Was this why so many of her ancestors failed? Vith had tempered it but just barely and her self control at Delene’s shop earlier was becoming a more common occurrence but one that needed to be continuously practiced. Years of abuse and barely containing herself beforehand were revealing themself.
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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 Aug 2, 2019 10:03:30 GMT -8
Vithkun held op his hand as if to stop the elf. Looking at Myra he realized how she struggled to quell her anger as her eyes almost lit up - something Garda may not notice, but Vithkun sure did. If he was to save the situation by stepping on, he had to do it immediately. "Well there are not two drows in High Haven, I'm pretty sure." he smirked and looked at Garda who glanced skeptically back before sighing.
"Well if there was I'm sure his highness had had ample time to pick the right drow to bring back in the time he was away from the Healing House." Garda gave him a wry smile back, as he turned around on his horse. "Let's go visit your brother, he's currently in the midst of his own mystery right now..." Garda said letting it hang in the air as Vithkun seemed to lose a bit of structure sitting in his horse.
"Well... that went bad..?" he said jestingly looking at Myra, but voice hushed. As they continued up the hill towards the halls he rode a little closer to Myra allowing them to speak outside the reach of prying pointy ears. "Are you okay..? I felt your anger before, can you keep it together?" he asked genuinely concerned of her well being. "We're going up to my brother now - he's basically not unfriendly, but I'm not sure what mood he's in right now..." Vithkun warned Myra as they follow the road before reaching his mansion.
The huge palace in the middle of Excelmere was where the Thousand Lights Hall was located and his father ruled from, but a little more secluded further out on the outrigger, and closer to Tree of Songs located on the tip of the great ascent at the end of the plateau, you would find the house of the crown prince. A one storied, but vast and lush house with plenty of little gardens and terrasses and normally a light, vivid and cheerful place - but it felt slightly abandoned as they reached it - not that there weren't elves inside it, yet it felt mournful.
"There you are lady Karise and your majesty. Your brother waits inside and I will return to duty and inform your father that he will be waiting just... a little longer." the elf said and turned around, two guards staying to accompany Myra and Vithkun back when it was time.
"Okay, let's head inside and greet him." Vithkun said, his heart slightly troubled to be seeing his brother again after so long - and under these circumstances.
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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 Aug 2, 2019 10:47:32 GMT -8
Blanched in expression at Vithkun’s comment about two Drows within High Haven her ability to control her expressions was limited. Still she buried it rather quickly while he was busy making excuses for her since she was not capable. Pleased by his quick thinking but not by Garda’s retort she figured his own smile was one practiced and at the ready for such events like this in order to keep royalty happy. Turning about her horse in order to follow as hushed tones were spoken to her she actually did the same wry smile expressed by the guard captain but hers was a bit more believable, “Incredibly poorly,” she meant it in a good way returning to their previous light heartedness for even in dark times there was light and she could express it if she wished, “I will do my best as promised before.”
What she did not speak of was she felt their anger, the farce of a scene of bringing her to the palace thought to be a trick. The soul was less forgiving in its display of emotions and while she kept her power tempered she had allowed it to roam freely among the crowd on their way to the palace. There was disgust, curiosity, irritation, rage fueled by misunderstanding. A few times did she feel something of true worth and beauty in their opinion towards her but it was fleeting and swayed easily by the opinions of others. Curiosity had been overwhelming and she hoped within that one fleeting moment there was the ability to change.
The scenery continued to be overwhelmingly gorgeous. It was beginning to be like a single grain of sand in a very uncomfortable spot digging and irritating and unable to be gotten out.
“Thank you,” she told Garda for his part in leading them there, for even if his manners had failed him hers could not for her behavior would be scrutinized. The Crimson Ascent now openly showing upon her even if her name meant very little she carried a prize denied to most elves who sought it and it would garner her some respect if nothing else as it truly wished to be recognized now.
As they departed from the two guards waiting to take them back and passed from their vision into some shrubbery blocking the entrance she would squeeze his hand lightly, for while he watched her so did she watch him and would say in muted tones, “I know what it means to you to see him again under such duress but even if I cannot ease the pain of bringing me here for you I will be here for you, always.”
Choosing to allow Vith to enter first he might have opened the door for her but a servant did so, a wide eyed raven wonder who was blessed with more happy manners than Garda and showed them down to the veranda where he currently resided. They passed through a long hall in the center of the home that split pleasure from work to come onto an area that was roofed by the trees themselves that formed the back walls and gave shade. It held seating made of the world and of craftsman and a man who when they emerged was leaned over a rail his hands gripping the side of it.
Myra observed him quietly noting his shoulders were slightly broader than his brothers, being first born he would need such to handle what he believed might be his coronation. Myra supported Vithkun for his ability to change well before it began to effect their own relationship as it were and she only hoped that with what came they would be strong enough, both his brothers shoulders and their own, to handle the onslaught of change.
His hair was pale, breathtakingly bright within the few steams of light that fell through and when he turned the same haughty features of Vith seemed mirrored, not quite twins but the relation of brotherhood was seen easily. His eyes were a darker blue than his brothers, like the ocean depths instead of the clear serenity of Caribbean waters. He genuinely seemed to wish to smile at first at the sight of his brother until he revealed what stood behind him. What was partial joy turned to confusion at his thought to bring her here, he’d been informed he arrived with a Drow in tow but to bring such a thing here to the palace spoke of a calamity he did not think his brother foolish enough to start, even with his prior habits.
“I trust you have good reasoning and an explanation for your arrival to be so marred,” he spoke with a deep baritone, one that flowed through the air as if put forth by a cello’s lower notes reverberating and beautiful. It was only after he spoke he saw what laid around her neck his shock evident, “And your success?”
Cassialus looked to his brother his flabbergasted expression waiting for some answer, and an introduction.
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Vithkun Almear
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Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Aug 2, 2019 11:41:32 GMT -8
The feeling was nostalgic as he stepped into Cassialus' house and nodded to the raven haired servant with a polite smile, remembering her from several visits to the mansion. "My brother always had a great sense of style - he's very much into art." Vithkun explained before they arrived at a veranda and seeing his brother leaning towards the rail and he felt both love and tension emerge in his heart.
"It's good to see you again, my brother." Vithkun said with a careful yet warm smile. However Vith's smile turned blank as he spoke back, his gaze clearly judging Myra by who she was. Vithkun placed his hands on his back pacing a few steps into the room flanking him before turning his head towards Cassialus. "I arrive exactly as I intend to, as you've always pointed out, but I'll let the ambiguity of your words be to your advantage and I'll thank you for your concern regarding my wounds - they have closed up very well thanks." he said before smiling and gesturing friendly to Myra.
"Yes, our success is evident by the jewel hanging around her neck. She is Karise of Host - a drow without whom I had not been able to return even in a marred state. Thus I owe her more than what can be given in gold." Vithkun said and cast his eyes on Myra. "Karise, this is my brother Cassialus Almear, Crown Prince and heir of High Haven, our father's first born - and perhaps the hardest art critic in High Haven..!" he chuckled and closed the distance to his brother opening his arms in an invitation to his brother.
"It's been so long and I've heard what you're going through. I'm not here to start trouble, but I need a confident, an ally and a brother." Vithkun grinned. "Are you going to leave my wings open all day or give me that hug?" he asked jestingly, yet with a warm voice.
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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 Aug 2, 2019 11:57:40 GMT -8
Myra expected to face opposition in most places, and the clear insult that passed through his brothers lips at first sight of her was taken poorly by her. Rather it saddened her than make her angry at his judgement for if he was so quick to take to words in such a manner it only strengthened her resolve to see Vithkun made the new King. Despite such when Vith introduced her she stepped forth once, not curtsying but bowing in the sign of obedience she had once made to Vithkun unknowingly started then but done knowingly now.
Cassialus observed his brother and despite his initial forthcoming anger to see him alive and well was truly a miracle. When he had set out on his foolish quest his advice had been to see it through only to make certain that it was impossible. For him to have returned, and triumphant in his return, was another blessing that he could not have expected. Withholding some judgement he had heard rumors but he took them only for that glancing to the dark haired Drow who was rumored to have hair as white as freshly fallen snow, had his little birds been incorrect?
Still to hear a first hand account from his brother would yield the truth of the matter but he wondered if he was not so swayed by the woman standing behind him that his mind was addled. Still he extended his arms and Cass despite himself came forward to embrace him slapping him on the back during it, "You know I cannot refuse to greet you as brother," he told him stepping back his hands finding his shoulders so he could thoroughly observe the state he arrived in. Cass had been given a second chance to re-frame his state of mind by his initial words and he chose to do so the stress of other things overlaying into their greeting, "A confidant as well as an ally in all things," he gave his brother the once over, "You've grown," he finally decided before releasing him and looking to Karise as she had been introduced.
Cass would find his manners in that moment, "Seeing as my brother has sought to introduce me I should give him the honor of taking it. I would thank you for returning him at all to me for I thought for him to be lost much longer than he had been just as others have gone missing as of late."
Cass did not bow to the woman, for it was not his place to bow to his lesser, but he had spoken more kindly, "Though my brother speaks too well of me," his comment about him judging art hit him in an odd way for it reminded him of how critical he could be, "but as a connoisseur of art and other fine things I must say he has found something quite breathtaking to bring home with him."
It was clear that Cass was not speaking of the jewel and Myra flushed at the words her cheeks quickly turning a different shade but her words sharp and clear, "I do not believe he spoke incorrectly, though he gives you praise and acknowledgement that goes beyond your bond as brothers."
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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 Aug 3, 2019 12:34:39 GMT -8
Embracing his brother with a warm and familiar hug was a welcome feeling and brought with it nostalgia as well as some amount of comfort that not everyone in Excelmere would scorn him for bringing back a drow on tow. Then it just begged to be seen what he would say when he found that they were more than just companions... Still that was for another time and drawing back and holding Vith's shoulders, he was the smaller brother again, the one who had come home safely and that his older brother had worried about.
"Well I had not expected you to turn from your little brother that easily - even if he consequently does misbehave." Vithkun jested, but was more than happy to hear those words coming from Cass' mouth. 'Confident, ally and brother'... Vithkun would probably have to test the bonds they shared a little later, but right now the joy of reunion momentarily overshadowed what was to come.
"If nothing else - and I have certainly been harsh about it - the world outside of High Haven does indeed beckon you to grow. Otherwise you'd crumble instead." his smile still lingering on his face, his thoughts about the outside world already turning nostalgic and rosy. This was a trait of being close to the Tree of Songs, that resonated with the magic in the elven hearts and reminded them that time was eternal and so were their souls, which in turn made experiences away from High Haven seem almost distant and much easier digestible. This was also why humans and non-elven races were not normally allowed into High Haven, as it would far too often prompt them to waste away his or hers life, forgetting their purpose completely as their hearts were drawn towards infinity and beyond.
Vithkun turned a little more somber as Cass' spoke about the ones missing. "Brother you think too little about me, if you think that the outside world will claim me. Their wine is far too distasteful and only very select places have proper elven wine - no I'd been looking forward to this. We have had many endless discussions about the ups and downs in the world tasting the many fine flavors that the grape you distill offered us." he reminisced and looked at Myra waving her over.
"Though I cannot deny your observations, art in itself would not have earned her the merits in battle she got." he nuanced the praise, but did not quite know if he liked how he made her sound like an object that he would end up tossing away - despite Myra speaking well for herself already. "Also I'd say that Karise here very much brought me back home, as was evident be everyone at the gate." he said with a wry smile correcting his brother's statement. "How about we all taste your latest vintage? I bet your vinyard yielded great grapes this year and I'm eager to taste it myself..!" he smiled hoping he'd comply, but knew that the positive feeling wouldn't last forever, as the fact that his fiancee was missing and what Vith and Myra had in mind could not be ignored indefinitely.
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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 Aug 4, 2019 10:06:06 GMT -8
Cass seemed truly accepting of his brothers return but what was not spoken aloud would simmer beneath the surface for some time. His joyous appearance was marred by his companion and while his kindness extended to her by the insistence of her being the partial reason his brother had returned he doubted their father would look so kindly upon the dark elf. Cassialus regarded it as a ploy. Never would his younger brother be foolish enough to believe this to be a chance at winning the throne for a prize so sought and won might have done so but the blight upon his bright presence would be enough to infringe upon any accomplishment.
“I do not mean to lessen your accomplishments,” some of his thoughts became known aloud, “For it is truly just that but others that have sought the Crimson Ascent faced a fate that is unknown to us. Many left our fair home seeking it and of those few returned and among them they spouted nothing but nonsense about it being unattainable and unfindable. My doubt lies in the disappearance of our dear grandfather, he never returned from such a quest himself.”
The moment that the boy prince had asked for wine the servant who escorted them through the halls had appeared out of an outcrop with what Cass would call, “A very favored vintage as it was sung to by Celanat,” Vith might recognize the name as one of the most praised in her ability to sing to nature. Such was her gift that one might begin to wander of her lineage but she could only make the vines grow full and fat and aplenty with no malice in her gift.
Myralthrine had been situated upon the side she appeared and the raven haired beauty had been intensely quiet as she floated past but a hairswidth away from the woman that Vith supported highly in word about her rather physical accomplishments. Not easily spooked, mainly for she was still keeping tabs on all around her, she’d never even looked at the woman until she passed back by her elbow this time attempting to jostle her by touching theirs together. Myra avoided it easily by half turning to watch her meaning her back was to Vith and she only half faced his brother. Returning to the conversation at hand after the elf was disappointed at her failure there was a small table on which she placed a decanter and three glasses. It appeared she feared her master enough to know not to slight a guest and had poured all three in equal measure settling them very evenly across the edge of the table. It was meant to be so that Cass would take the one closest to him, Myra the one on the very left, and Vith was near the center.
Cass spoke not unkindly waving to the wine, “You are as always welcome to the comforts of my home and all it has to offer, as is Karise as my way of showing gratitude for making sure that you returned safely. I am sure you both have quite the tale to weave over the time you have been gone. I would be glad to hear of it, or see of it, if you might be so willing to show me some of the dangers of the path so I might so proudly proclaim your bravery and see her own as well.”
He referred to Karise, who had yet to approach the wine while Cass picked up his glass swirling it about within his nimble fingers. No callouses decorated the pads of his hands for he had one of the healers cover them with a layer of skin to soften his touch and lighten his soul when he took to painting for he wished to be able to feel the texture of what he worked with. Myra noticed it immediately knowing he was trained in combat as was his brother and very nearly asking about the absence. The elves were nothing if not impractical in nature their very homes barely allowing one to live in them without subduing ones own needs for the pleasure of the view.
Her flushed cheeks had faded now she began weeding and pruning the garden of understanding surrounding his brother. Cass, to Myra, had spoken so clearly and sweetly and sought his brothers good word but there was rivalry there, there must be, for both were fighting for the same crown. Did he see Vith as a threat, did he not? Was his concern not for the line of succession? Uncertain she remained quiet her nature not to speak loudly but to carry a big stick, “You both speak too well of me,” touching Vith’s shoulder lightly she looked to him with true appreciation giving his brother but a passing glance.
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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 Aug 4, 2019 12:42:09 GMT -8
"Well you do make it sound as if you intend to do exactly that..!" Vithkun said and chuckled with friendly spite, Cass trying to make it sound as if he wasn't taking a shot it his accomplishment. However it did seem as if Cass had a different agenda and Vith nodded as he listened to what he said and let his head drop in remembrance of his grandfather that had been made a statue in the halls leading to the garden where they found the Crimson Ascend.
"The trials were truly trying and one of the trials would make a statue of any who did not make it - he didn't and I paid his respects as we passed it. I'm sorry brother." Vithkun put his hand on Cass' shoulder. "However... we met the guardians of the Crimson Ascend, and my judgement tells me that it may not be the end of our grandfather." Vithkun comforted him, although he did not know how one would turn someone back from stone - but he couldn't bring himself to believe those two would outright kill so many people because of their poor choices.
Having the wine presented was a welcome change of subject and Vithkun nodded with a smirk. "Even thistles would bloom like roses in the joy of hearing Celenat's beautiful song." Vithkun nodded and looked forwards to tasting the wine even more now. However as Cass presented the wine Vith saw as the servant crossed close past Myra and at one point even attempted to nudge at Myra with her elbow, most likely to make a fool of her. A quick frown appeared on his face, but Myra dealt with the situation elegantly and he relaxed again.
"You are most welcoming, brother, however I think we will retreat to my own home. It will be rude not paying my servants a visit after so long!" he grinned seeing the wine being served placing his hand near the glass closest to him per instinct. "However we would love to come visit and tell you all about the dangers we endured - we even slew a demon, yeah that was pretty hairy!" Vithkun remembered and laughed looking at Myra. He had however also an eye on the wine and something inside him stirred as the servant put them on the table obviously arranged for each of them.
"Oh Karise, wait a moment!" he said and reached for her glass. "I'm afraid a small fly has taken to land in your wine, and we can't have that be your first experience with Cass' wine, can we?" he said with a jolly voice, pretending to pick up the fly with his index finger flicking it to the floor. "Here take my glass instead." he insisted and pushed his own glass towards Myra with a polite smile hoping none of them noticed, yet Myra was probably too perceptive not to.
"Well if you think we speak too much of you, then let's have a taste of the wine!" he proposed and lifted his glass glancing at both Cass, Myra and - very quickly - the servant girl as he put the wine to his lips and tasted it, looking for any tells from her expression.
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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 Aug 6, 2019 11:07:04 GMT -8
Cassialus truly stricken by the news of their grandfather having been turned into a statue no Medusa existed within their world with such magic. It would take a strength unbeknown except to the oldest of the elves that had once drawn upon the stars themselves. His brother had been gifted with script magic, extremely rare in its appearance now, it allowed him to force into being whatever he wished. Cassialus on the other hand had been gifted with much less in physical magic, nor was his singing the talk of the town, he was talented more so in illusions. Bending light around an object to make it invisible and in some small ways being able to transform that around him to anything he wished. He had not the power of Annonai for Annonai had pulled the very forest into his being to cast about his own. Cass could also not make anything solid nor have a flower smell as it should. His gift was utterly visual in nature which made him a talented artist and trickster but was not quite the talent a King was expected to have.
Still Cass was talented in other ways, he fought with the courage of lions, spoke softly and convincingly, and was tall even by elven standards making him stand out among a crowd. He was also extremely talented in hiding his true emotions and he was currently featuring the right amount of regret and misery over the loss of their grandfather, “That is truly poor news,” he spoke on the first part but in regards to the second he seemed surprised, as he should have been, “The guardians of the stone itself?”
Myra cared not for his false insistence for beneath the edge of the cup he kept from overflowing she felt unbridled anger settled there and could only assume the source. Still Vith drew back her attention speaking of his own home and the demon they encountered. He laughed most brightly and she managed a smile in return to his platitudes for while she was pleased at his ability to recall and with such fondness he was already working upon the wine. There was no fly, that she knew, but his movements were purposeful and had he not been insistent she might have knocked the glass out of his hand immediately. Still his brother was not foolish enough to allow him to take a sip if something was wrong with it was he? Taking the glass offered to her she would state softly, “Thank you, as always you have my best interests at heart,” Myra looked to Cass when she spoke of this looking for a change in expression or some amusement by it but since he did not know she could only speak the truth it would do nothing good she knew, “You should visit your father as well,” she would add, “Putting off the visit will only make him worry.”
As to what you are hiding was what Myra did not say for his father would certainly know of her arrival.
Cass did not stop Vith from taking the wine, nor bringing it to his lips, the falsehood in him taking Karise’s glass went unnoticed for he was distracted by the very Drow who the glass had been intended for, “I would be happy to host you in exchange for the tale. You are as talented at weaving a tale with your words as you are magic with your hands but I believe the lady is right, to put off visiting Father will be to make him worry. Mother has already heard of your return as well and she wold have visited you while you were injured if I had not told her I would ascertain your condition myself. I did play it off lighter in order to ease her worry and you seem miraculously better for you move as if you have never been hurt. The healers must have outdone themselves.”
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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 Aug 6, 2019 23:08:42 GMT -8
"Yes, guardians. There were two of them, an elf and a drow - both mighty in deed as in prowess." Vithkun said and recalled them meeting Kacien of House Beleon and Elena of House Baurimont. "I do not doubt that they are honorable both of them, but speaking too much of them right now is not something I will do. Later is a better time, for the subject does not lack in controversy." Vithkun said diplomatically, his brother knowing that when he got all diplomatic with him, he was firm in his opinions.
Taking a sip of the wine apparently nothing unexpected had been done to it and he noticed no immediate change in expression of the servant girl. He must have been imagining things. "This is a most fine wine! I don't know if it is because I've been tasting dwarven beer along the way that I find this to be extra good, but I don't remember the vintage from last year to have this kind of flavor to it!" he praised Cass' wine highly. He knew his brother liked the praise, but it was also very deserved. "How do you find it, Karise? Not too bad I hope?" he said and raised a brow, knowing the Myra was never one for wine.
"You are right - of course you must hear all about it, but we cannot make him wait much longer, it will only complicate the matter at hand." Vithkun said, again he did not disclose the matter of hand. "Perhaps you should join dear brother." he proposed. "It will be nice to see mother again, she did not deserve to have me leave like that." he said and chuckled. "Thank you for having my back on that - the healers are of course fantastic, but I know also that the wounds are not entirely healed and I must be careful still." Vithkun said and kept quiet about the fact that his night with Myra had been as much a fact in the healing process as the Healing House.
"Perhaps after this first glass we should go to The Halls?" he looked at Myra and his brother for their opinions on the matter, though he expected them to agree - Myra perhaps reluctantly so.
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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 Aug 7, 2019 6:26:49 GMT -8
Cass knew better than to draw insult or seek argument for further explanation for their ventures for the moment. He could press him later, privately, or within the presence of the rather quiet Drow. He had yet to hear more than a few words from her lips other than her greeting earlier. The habit was unusual and one had to wonder if she was told to keep quiet in order to forgo passing insult by saying something inappropriate. Either way he nodded once at his brothers words giving him free reign in this decision, “Of course Brother.”
Myra was suspicious of the servant girl and his brother for the sudden shift in emotion from anger to a sort of soft platitude told her he was controlling himself well. Perhaps he wanted to test them, to see what she was capable of by shuffling through his emotions before her very eyes hoping to catch her confusion expressed outwardly. Fortunately she did nothing of the sort focusing her attention instead upon the wine taking a small sip after having swirled it once as was expected. While Vith spoke on dwarven beer she smiled her mouth not opening with the action but it was sweet before she laughed at his comment at it. It was the first that Cass would hear her brightness, the ease which it came, as she teased Vith openly, “You handled yourself well when it came to said beer, it is a wonder they did not try and put you under the table even more than they did. This is excellent, your highness,” she referred to Cass instead of Vith, “And much sweeter than the honey mead we were served with such a delicate nature.”
The revealing nature of her words earned a half gawking look from Cass that was quickly covered by the compliment Vith offered, “It is indeed one of the best thus far. Celanat sung for days over the vines to produce it. Truly I owe her for my good favor,” he had yet to accept the compliment that was offered from Myra but slowly, almost begrudgingly, he would do so, “And thank you both, it is truly a work of art if there ever was one to behold. I shall have some sent to your home as well.”
Speaking of homes, they were going to their fathers home and as much as Cass wished to see that unfolding he knew to stay out of his fathers wrath, therefore he would rather politely decline, “It is perhaps for the best that you meet with him alone. My presence is quite unnecessary and will only complicate matters further considering the state of your arrival. No I shall wait to be in the same company if only to give father a chance to form his own opinions.”
Myra being reluctant would not change matters and she would nod once at his words, “It will not do to keep them waiting,” in all honesty she would have assumed that due regard demanded them to give first rights to his father but the decision had not laid within her hands.
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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 Aug 11, 2019 13:25:06 GMT -8
Vith instinctively returned Myra's laughter and it would be very obvious to Cass that they had indeed laughed many, many times together before, and the way they clicked would certainly have anyone asking certain questions. "Well, I'm quite sure they were going for it, but the sight of an elf of royal descend would surely have dissuaded them at the first glance!" he joked and chuckled, taking another sip of the wine, smiling as Myra complimented the wine. Until now she was definitely doing an admirable job at being both polite and friendly - of course the truth was, that had she been an elf of some birthright, Cass would have probably already been talking wedding between them.
"Well I would never decline such a thing, brother. I will savor those bottles!" he said and smiled as he offered to deliver them to his home. "I almost feel like singing its praise myself as I taste it, Celenat's voice surely living in the grapes still." he swirled the wine impressed. Hearing Cass decline to come with them he lowered his wine onto the table trying to put on the right expression, his first feeling was that of slight cowardice, but thinking about it he knew that Cass was burdened right now.
"Very well, if this is how you feel. Hopefully you shall not find us scraped from the floor next time we meet." Vithkun emptied what little was left in his glass and got up, bowing to his brother. It was the nicest words he could conjure up at the moment and looked at Myra. "There's no way back, is there?" he smiled.
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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 Aug 11, 2019 18:00:04 GMT -8
Cowardly, had Vith mentioned the word aloud there would have been hell to pay in regards to the return he would receive for it. Their father expected Cass to be settling the disappearance of the female heir to the throne. The woman decided to be the betrothed of whichever brother proved them self worthy. Vithkun returning with the Crimson Ascent might have placed in first place in the metaphorical game. The fact that he brought a Drow put a damper on his arrival and it was with some hope that it would displace all of the points he would get for bringing back the gem. The fact it was wrapped around her neck, and to stay, was quite the hitch in Vith's plans. Cass found himself drawn to it like a moth to the flame, he looked to it once, and again when Vith was not paying attention his ability to keep track of others movements almost invaluable to his father.
What he had not counted upon was Myra, her eyes met his with a stern gaze. She knew he looked, he knew he was caught, and for a second they did not look away from one another and her eyes flashed white before blue appeared the instant that Vith turned to her. She felt he would be disappointed if she lost her temper again but it appeared that her powers were not the only thing that sparked the rare change in appearance. Truly it was alarmingly more apparent under stress and surprising that Vithkun had never sparked the reaction himself. Then again from the moment she'd met him there was something stirring beneath her skin and shifting in her mind to where she'd never view the world the same again, he'd turned it upside down, "Only forward," she would say with a strained smile, "It seems were developing a pattern."
Cass before the two could make their leave had nodded once at his gratefulness at him accepting the wine before he pondered at the meaning of both their words about the dwarves. Had traveling truly changed his brother? Or did she? Cass felt confused at the show but his curiosity could be settled in other ways, "You will fare far better without my presence there. Father has sent me away to solve the mystery that is the missing Lady Ayana. Her disappearance has certainly baffled all of us. Without the Lady Karise at your side I am sure that you would be asked to attend to it with me."
Was that true sorrow in his voice, or something false, Myra could not tell for his emotions changed so quickly and were almost fleeting. Did the man decide on anything or was he attempting to confuse her. The way their eyes met earlier did not dissuade her of this. Settling down her glass half drank she did not wish to finish it. Instead, she would reach over her hand to Cass, she could not speak what she wished to for the truth would destroy whatever progress was made, "I hope you find her," that was one thing she could honestly say for if it was foul play she needed to be found and if it was other reasoning that made her disappearance so untimely she wished to know it as well.
Cass took her hand if only because to not do so would be unseemly and brought it upward kissing the back of it lightly, "Thank you," he released it with a withdrawn look before he touched his brothers shoulder once more, "Father will be pleased to see you but he is also worried for Ayana," he used her name informally, purposefully, "Don't put more than you have to on his shoulders."
Goodbyes and pleasantries abounding it appeared that even elves did not know how to say goodbye quickly. Myra might have made light of it after they left if there was not more on her mind. They would be meeting guards on their way out and speaking privately would be off the table for a short while. Keeping in mind the things she wished to discuss there was much more that the day would involve and much of it would have to be sorted during the night when she could slip into his bed unnoticed.
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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 Aug 12, 2019 15:17:23 GMT -8
"Of course I understand..." Vithkun lifted his downcast eyes and directed a genuine gaze at Cass putting his own hand on his shoulder. "If this situation finds equilibrium soon, I certainly will help find Lady Ayana - she is a not a foolish elf, so I fear not for her safety, but rather for where her ambition and curiosity has taken her." he ended but waited for a moment to take the warning Cass gave him. "Selathil has a lot on his shoulders, I'm very well aware. In fact everyone does, but I will appeal to him, that in this time he must see past differences to further the best interest of all of us in matters that are urgent." Vithkun gave a trusting smile, though he did not believe that even his self confidence could actually sway the opinion of his father - yet he had to believe he could. 'Try' was not an option with things being this important.
As Myra and Vithkun bid Cassialus goodbye their purpose for coming to High Haven, and Excelmere in particular, was getting closer. The wind was in their back as if to encourage them, but they were both reluctant - and that was even as Vithkun knew that The Thousand Lights Hall were among the absolute wonders of this world. "So Myra..." he said and gave her a soft gaze as he spoke her name openly, the guards escorting them was a few paces behind and not able to hear their conversation. "I love you. There is nothing inside High Haven I wouldn't share with you, but my father may not share my opinion, and even less chance of that is there among the court. So I suggest we keep this - potentially - upsetting reveal to a more private setting, right?" he said with a wry smile as the made their way up to the large palace where the seat of power in High Haven was held - by one man seemingly, but not without the support of the many nobles on the court.
Leaving the horses outside the palace both elf and drow would enter, the gate guards stepping aside well before they came close, bowing deeply as if it was expected that they would arrive. Inside they'd be lead through exquisitely ornamented tall white stone hallways and elven guards standing in the impressive mithril plated armors stood as paragons at every corner they reached. However the splendor of the hallways were nothing if not blown away by the true wonder that awaited them in the throne room. Stepping inside the would find themselves inside a gigantic orb like room, where a path of white oak tree reached out to a spacious plateau in the middle of the throne room, where a throne sat beneath a huge hand like branch of a tree extending above the plateau as if to shield it.
The walls all around the plateau had small lights reflecting starlight from the bottom and sunlight from above - clear gems or crystals radiating the light which was both penetrating and life giving. Vithkun leaned to Myra to explain. "The crystals are radiating starlight and sunlight from above and underneath depending on what time of the day it is. The throne is called 'The Crown of The World', which refers to the branch you see reaching up behind my father. The 'Crown' needs both starlight and sunlight all the time to be contained, and in The Thousand Lights Hall it is said that no true shadow can exist but the one the crown chooses to cast." he said and smiled briefly leading the two out on the path to the plateau in the middle, where a middle aged elf with slim yet timely elegant and firm features donning a silvery twisting crown on his head and sat, his chin supported by his fist and legs crossed. The red silken robes where exquisite and the golden details of the thread played in the light of the room, even as he sat in the soft shade of the extending branch.
Well away to the right of Myra and Vithkun stood Garda quietly, and a couple of loyal guards flanked the throne while the king continued to observe Vith and the drow until they reached within proper distance to the throne - Selathil's ringed fingers tapped the wide armrest of the chair. "Father, King Selathil Almear... I have returned to you." he said eyeing his father briefly, his quiet demeanor begging Vithkun for an explanation - implicitly scolding him also. "This is my traveling companion, Karise of Host - she has played a central role in us acquiring... The Crimson Ascend." Vithkun said with a smirk, at least somewhat proud to return with such a treasure. "It is a gem of such magnificence that its light outshines even this, combing both that of the stars and the sun in one light.". He spoke and gave Myra a sidelong glance, expecting her to show the stone to his father.
As he explained, and before Myra would show it, Selathil would lift a single brow in anticipation of what Vithkun had promised him, although it did not sit well with him that his son was not the one to show him such splendor. To see it from a drow was almost an insult - but those words were not spoken. "My dear son Vithkun Almear, prince of High Haven..." he said, his eyes crystal clear, gleaming with white, yet cool, light. "Welcome home." he added after a pause to observe him further, leaving little attention upon the drow - though for seeing this amulet he did gaze at Karise. "Karise of Host, show me what treasure my son has bestowed for your hands as safekeeping." he spoke, his sense of magical items already tingling at it being near, and he already desired to hold it himself and looked deep inside its light.
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