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 25, 2019 12:07:23 GMT -8
Vith appeared to possess more information upon the dolphins themselves than she their name lost in time to the Drow who had never been fully aware of their power, or had chosen to suppress it as had the memories if the quake been suppressed so quickly after its occurrence. Painful memories had been concealed, they said, chosen by the flow of time to be hidden unless searched for. Their appointment with Gandrys was truly forgotten for Myra would have remained to find the truth of the matter when they spoke her name and apparently one that Vith recognized from his past. He was not struck so speechless as to not further question the matter but she was. Carrying a namesake was no small thing within their lands and if the keepers of the stone were to be believed she was only the second female to be born of Ash and fire.
Emerging from the water to breath easily they grasped the bridge that they'd left from just the night before. Vith's distraction left her on her own to climb upon it but she thrust herself upward turning onto her bottom on the edge of it.
"The memory matrix?" Questioning him since they'd left so quickly they gave answers only to make more questions. Ready or not she wished to dive right back in but decorum kept her upright on the side of the wooden planks.
Shaken to the very core of her being she recalled what had been spoken to her by Kacien,"You are Ashborn. You are of the house of Beleon no matter how you refuse. It is a trait only passed down through that lineage and only possessed by those within the line of Beleon, my mother was the first but not the last, certainly, but it has never been within another female to my knowledge until you."
Kacien then attempted to tell her his own truth expressing she came from his family line, and here again she would be told by another that the original and first Ashborn carried her very name. Having never seen another with such power before Annonai or known that the possession of such a gift was of the royal line she had assumed her banishment was out of the danger she presented. It gave new light to assume it had been out of the want of power. Growing up without parents she had been considered an Orphan but was it because their lives were forfeit for the gain of the council, who had ruled over her preceding without the King present, or was it because the current King would not face a child he had willingly given up. Was she willing to face the reality of either truth or would she continue to deny with every breath the things that were told to her.
The Lusca had no reason to speak falsely and yet she wished of it to be true for just the unknown upon the face of Vith was enough to show her that this path was more dangerous than either might have believed. "You recognize the name?" She asked refusing to acknowledge hers for now and in it focusing upon his own confusion for it was a way to further avoid her own ancestors for the moment.
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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 26, 2019 3:54:23 GMT -8
Confounded about it all he turned around to face Myra as she asked him about the Memory Matrix - she would likely have a wealth of questions too considering what had just been revealed. "I.. erhm... the Memory Matrix yes." he said and scratched his head. "It is something of a legend - that because elves dream and imagine so vividly their thoughts and memories are stored within this 'memory matrix' - and apparently the Lusca seems to be the guardians of that." Vithkun explained and looked at Myra with a serious glance. "I can't begin to express which kinds of questions this raises to me, and thus I can't imagine what it means to you either. But I know that in Excelmere there is an old library that holds a tremendous amount of history and lore - and it's likely to contain knowledge of the Memory Matrix too." he explained and put his hands in his side with a sigh. "Things just got a bit more complicated didn't they?" he asked with a haunted grin the situation almost absurd.
"The name?" Vithkun raised a brow. "Only one of the names, and you might guess which one." the elf annoyed, not by the question but by his own lack of knowledge. "If this Valhendyr elf died here and knew someone carrying you name and your ancestry, where does that leave us?" Vithkun shrugged. "I don't know, but I know that I have to find out." he assured Myra before giving Myra the elevator glance and couldn't help but chuckling a bit. "Do you... feel ready for breakfast with Gandrys by the way?" he asked and spread his arms to reveal his own drenched self. "I surely don't!" he laughed the soaking wet sleeves of his shirt hanging low making him resemble a bird as he held out his arms.
"You want to go back..?" he asked softly and presented his arm to her. "We can at least be there for each other while we dry." Vithkun suggesting that they'd walk back to Gandrys manor arm in arm - at least some of the way and then hopefully they could sneak in unseen and get ready.
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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 26, 2019 6:11:41 GMT -8
The knowledge that they imparted was not enough, it barely scratched the surface and the only suggestion they had on hand was a library. Mostly it would contain lore and historical facts but if the dolphins had been so born upon by the people to forget the grief would they have openly and truthfully put down the facts of the matter elsewhere? Or would they even keep drow history within their borders? Burnt to a crisp more like unless anyone had the sense to remember the past changed the present to what it was. To forget it might be to repeat the mistakes once made before. To repeat what their prior mistakes had been. Considering this as he spoke she looked back out over the water. Was he a reincarnation? Was she? Or did they simply represent the past and if they had been happy to swim and laugh here before disaster would the same happen to them?
Vith attempted to lighten the mood by swinging his arms out like a giant bird. For all of her worry she found some humor in it letting out a stunted half breath at his appearance. They would both have to attempt to change rather quickly if they were to go unnoticed but for now she could take his arm and walk back only encumbered by the new growth of their relationship and what the Matrix actually knew.
“We have to go back no matter how I feel on the matter lest they think I kidnapped you,” half joking the matter would not be should he not return and she disappear. It was all that kept her from turning back, from telling them they had the time to explore what had only been brushed upon. To comb the depths for the full and final truth.
Taking his arm as they walked back she would keep her voice low as they walked, “Whatever fate befell them I hope that they faced it together. I feel as if it will take us both in turn to figure out what has been hidden in time and covered with falsehoods.”
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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 27, 2019 23:54:50 GMT -8
"Yes, you're right. I much rather want to continue to see them bewildered when you don't match their 'expectations'!" he said with a wry smile and chortled. "No I think if you've done any kidnapping it was a long time ago and has long since become voluntarily on my side." Vithkun jested as they strode on. "I hope so too..." Vithkun admitted. "So many things have been unexplained that I don't think I can return to my father with the joy in my heart I had hoped." Vithkun said head dropping slightly as he was now well aware that his father had held back a lot of information to him. How much that was, he was going to find out.
"Look, we're in luck! There are no guards stationed at the porch so I bet we can sneak in unnoticed!" Vithkun said and took Myra's hand scaling the open patch of grass yard at a half running pace until they reached the inside of the gust building. "I guess... We'll see each other in a bit?" Vithkun said expectantly his eyes clear and blue as he touched her cheek with his palm and leaned in. It was a caring they couldn't show each other very often from now on and as his lips touched hers he felt like the luckiest elf ever to be born. This was right, it had to be and as the electric sensation between them reappeared as he felt their hearts touch he felt it couldn't be any different.
Reluctantly parting from the kiss as he heard the servants further down the hall the sunny smile on his face reappeared. "Seems like the servants are up early, we better get back!" Vithkun's gaze lingering at the drow as he went for his room. As he came back the servants had already been there and outside the room he would find morning robes, and a wooden rack outside the door with all sorts of clothes in it that they must have just put there for he didn't remember it being there before. Myra would find the same waiting outside her room the clothes being casual for wear but of very high quality the cloth smooth as silk and it's touch feeling like embracing a warm summer's breeze.
After having bathed Vithkun found a set of clothes that he liked - not wildly ornamented but a light white shirt and an earthly dark green vest with subtle curved brown markings and grey pants to match. Walking down the hallway in the guest house he was heading for the door that lead into the main house where - at this time - Gandrys would surely be up and waiting. Vithkun wondered if he would find Myra already at the door waiting or if she was late... perhaps she hadn't even figured they would be entering from here and waited outside?
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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 28, 2019 18:14:00 GMT -8
“Voluntary,” chortling slightly his participation had always been voluntary but not with such high spirits and with a willingness to follow her off the deep end so to speak. When they had met Kacien she had voluntarily placed herself before him, took his pain, and knew in an instant what she inflicted in others so long ago. To use her power again was to recall the feeling in herself but there was no regret from when she saved him from the rangers and Bartholomew. Surely he would have found his own way but it was the first sign between them that both were weary of backing down from a challenge and would go above and beyond to reassure one another that getting there together was more important than alone. She’d needed him and while then it had been why she rescued him now it was a different matter and they found within one another the impossible.
“Perhaps it will still be a good meeting,” attempting to instill hope within him about his father it was a farce but not in whole because she had that hope and wished he was understanding but if he mirrored him at first there would be no relief to either’s worry.
“As long as you’re quiet,” she teased at his sneaking in, she’d rather quickly assessed the home, stretched out feelers and found the opening clear as they approached. An odd thing for a home that was so well guarded. She had the feeling that Gandrys’s had much more sense than his cousin about decorum and knew more had occurred than he would let on. Thankful for his discretion it was but one small favor they may have to repay one day.
Drawn up towards him there was a certain sorrow in parting knowing that only in these few moments they were alone could they express themselves openly. The spark that traveled between them filled her and as they parted she drew their hands upward drawing her fingers across his until the last possible moment before releasing him. Both glanced back, once, twice, a few more times and she even smiled like a schoolgirl until she disappeared into her own rooms.
Bathing rather quickly she washed her hair clean of the lake and one of the servant girls took to braiding it a much more elaborate style than she preferred. It was drawn upward and twisted about until it sat upon her crown a weave of silver thread drawn throughout the updo. None touched her shoulders but it only left them clear of the more elaborate clothing. Silk was not her style but the woman insisted that it would be inappropriate to wear rags and armor. Sheepish when it came to dressing she required help in piecing together the underdress, than the top one which was tied in the back with a corset tie up but not tightened to where she could not breath. The color was of a lighter grey almost silver, there were lilac accents that lingered upon her skin the neckline going from shoulder to shoulder showing long collarbones and the length of her neck which was slim and swanlike. All things she’d never consider wearing but was now convinced to by the expectations of others. Ones she was attempting to humor if only for Vith.
Insisting on long sleeves she drew them down self consciously to her wrists as she walked turning a corner and catching Vith at the door. They were no longer alone, she knew it just by the eyes upon them, “Your highness,” she would call to him raising a hand to get his attention as she crossed the distance her long skirts slowing her slightly.
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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 29, 2019 11:30:49 GMT -8
Turning his head around from time to time to see where Myra would come from she suddenly seemed to appear on the hallway and a wide grin formed on Vith's face. She was beautiful and her grace as an elf seemed accentuated as she strode down towards him wearing a dress that may not normally be of her choosing, but was complimenting her immensely. "You look... stunning!" Vithkun said throwing out his arms observing her yet again and it was hard to understand that only a short while earlier she had looked a mess. They had looked a mess - both of them.
"Are we back to 'your highness' again?" he said and putting both hands in the side before sighing. "Oh well, I bet that I can live with that as long as it doesn't come with the frown..!" he said jestingly. "Let us enter and greet my dear cousin. It won't be too formal, don't worry." Vithkun would say nodding towards the door and proceeded to enter through it and find themselves in another hallway very similar to the one they left. Another elf - this one notably older than both Vith and Gandrys - would bow and give a polite smile.
"Please follow me." the tone was friendly but professionally distanced as they were led along the corridor until they entered a mighty room with a long table. Squares of books shelves adorning most walls, large windows facing the garden and dark wooden logs extending along the walls to meet the pale orange colored roof high above them - the logs swirling in elegant patterns.
"Ahhh, there we have the sleepy guests..! I guess today's lesson to Sindry and Falael must be about patience!" Gandrys said and smiled at his two children sitting on his side of the table to his left shyly eyeing the two elves - the drow in particular. "We had just sat down after waiting for you, but don't worry about that and take a seat!" he said gesticulating at the opposite side of the table.
Vithkun looked at the two children with a kind smile. "You have grown so big since I last saw you!" he said and sat down in front of Gandrys with space for Myra to his right, closer to the children. Vithkun however only got a bit of chuckle from Sindry, Gandrys' daughter. The two children appeared to be about eight to ten years old in human years both of them.
"Don't mind them, they are a bit shy today. They'll warm up to you." Gandry's ascertained them - and Myra in particular.
The table was brimming with delicious food as white bread, honey, fruits, nuts, cheese, berries and tea was ready for the taking among lots of other specialeties. Vithkun fixed a napkin to his collar and felt his stomach rumbling from all the great food placed before him.
"Did you find your rooms comfortable? In the heat of everything I forgot to tell you that I was called out this night, so I wouldn't have been here if you needed me. But I bet you just slept the night through right?" Gandrys smiled sipping a bit of tea looking at Myra. "You see I'm assigned as the warden for this city, so when things happen I'm the one they call for." he explained to his drow guest. Vithkun felt his heart calm down - this was luck if he knew any.
"Yes... yes cousin, I can only speak for myself but I've slept brilliantly - better than in a long time." Vithkun omitting the precise details here, quite on purpose. "So what did they call you out to this time..?" Vithkun intending to switch the topic quickly as possible and as they spoke Myra might find two curious set of eyes locked on her as Sindry had gained a bit of courage.
Placing a berry on the side of her plate she gave it a discrete flick towards Myra intending to hit her plate as Falael made big concerned eyes. "Y-you're not supposed to do that..!" he whispered as Sindry hushed him seeing her father and her uncle busy with conversation still.
"You went out swimming with Lusca didn't you..?" she asked exactly as muted as she knew was required so Gandrys wouldn't catch it when engaged in conversation - but the words still would appear clearly in Myra's head as if they had been placed there directly.
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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 29, 2019 15:57:22 GMT -8
Racing to be on time the servant girl had spent much to long spinning her hair into a coif drawing upon the long strands of snow and mixing them with silver until the line of metal that was spun throughout showed no end or beginning. The work was artful, and definitely not her own, nor was it her decision to return to the adding of a title when referring to him. He noticed it too quickly and she would murmur quietly to avoid others over hearing, “It’s more appropriate in public,” ducking her chin down so he could not see her fully blushing nor the coy smile as she added, “Thank you,” for his compliment. Truly he was the first to speak to her so openly about her appearance that meant it in the way of a compliment and not a cat call. The kindness was appreciated if not compounded upon by her nerves before he reassured her the breakfast was an informal affair and it would not be necessary to pretend to be more or less than what she was. Gandrys was well aware of her low born setting but out of spite now she intended on showing the others she could act above her station. It would also make Vith proud and in no small way she wished to please him so he might smile to her.
If challenged she would rise to it, fight tooth and nail and bring down the patriarchy with word and action. Mainly action as Vithkun attempted more words she would take a physical approach. Her pleasing him could only go so far and it would not change the fundamental beauty of her personality that remained brash and unchained.
Entering the home they were greeted by a chauffeur. One meant to perhaps keep her on track more than the cousin. He bowed, and she stiffened. Servants were still perhaps above her in rank but she’d never once bowed to Vith and she had no intention of doing so to a stranger. Therefore she would nod her head slightly and follow as asked to do.
Entering the dining area it was more like a library in presentation. Decorated with books and windows everything purposefully drawn into and presented with the standard style of ornamentation that most elven homes possessed. While beautiful it made her long for some simplicity in style, not as much as the dwarves, surely, but closer to the high halls and dark grey stone and shale of the olden halls of her home.
Gandrys greeted them not unkindly and she had the good sense to appear apologetic even if she was not, and the good sense to not comment about the rooms after it came up shortly but for now she settled upon, “Patience is a good lesson, even one I fall short upon at times, thank you for waiting.”
Purposefully making sure the children knew her gratitude was for them as well quickly remembering their names as greeted as she took a spot across from the young boy. The girl laughed at Vith, a kindness she believed for Sindry seemed more reserved than most children. Her presence was unusual surely but with it meant explanations and conversations that needed to be had. Perhaps Gandrys’s had warned them, perhaps not, but either way the way they looked up at her with some curiosity gave her hope for future generations.
“I slept well,” she would answer Gandrys unable to comment as to the length but dodging the question fairly quickly while Vith entertained him. It left her time to pay attention to the children after saying, “I am sure that is quite a job in and of itself.”
Luckily her attention had been on the younger side of the table as a berry landed on her plate. Amused by the antics of the child she gently scooped it up in two fingers before giving it settling it at the edge of Sindry’s plate meeting the girls gaze and answering in the same hushed tone but also in the same reply into her mind feeling the connection the girl left and following it.
“I did, they are wise beyond their years and shared much that I have to ponder now.”
Smiling to Falael they had plates full and she after Vith was done took to filling her own plate, a lighter meal as it was but filling if one indulged on bread and knowing they would be on rations on the road and traveling she made sure to pick a few heavier things.
She wondered if the boy was as capable but would not prod immediately instead choosing to ask of him, “Have you seen another like me before?”
It would be highly unlikely but she invited with it questions that the children wanted to ask even if they’d been told not to and gave them an opening. Knowing it was important she wanted to be honest with them, as much as she could be, anyways.
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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 30, 2019 0:58:56 GMT -8
"Well you are the main attraction here." Gandrys replied to Myra excusing herself for being late. "Yes, patience is a difficult one - especially because you have to have patience to develop patience right?" Gandrys said with a wry smile eyeing the kids from the corner of his eyes. "It's great you slept well, your travels might have worn you out." he deducted and smiled. "I think if I had twice the hours in a day I still wouldn't have the time I wanted to give them - but that is life we have so little time." Gandrys remarked politely and added. "But often choosing the right moment is of higher value than the amount of time you spend - wouldn't you say so? At least I think yesterday proved that." Gandrys argued.
Sindry inclined her head just a little making her shoulder long auburn hair fall to one side as Myra put the berry back on her plate and her puckered lips might tell Myra that she had hoped to start a small food war with the drow. "They are definitely very old! Dad says they are far older than he is - actually older than the oldest elf!" Sindry replied her voice still only halfway spoken and halfway directed from thoughts.
"Yeah but dad is lying, he has to be lying..!" Falael interjected and was about to start a discussion with his sister when Myra asked him and he would look at Myra slowly squinting as if he did not know what to make of the question. "Yeah of course, you're an elf." he said with a plain face, his sister rolling her eyes.
"She's a... a drow..!" she whispered to Falael who looked mighty surprised.
"But you don't look very dangerous miss?" Falael replied to Myra as he scratched his short fair hair.
By the cue 'drow' both Gandrys' and Vithkun's attention was directed towards the conversation Myra and the children had going and Vithkun stifled a chuckle. "Now now, not all drows are just dangerous - as Falael pointed out they are elves too, so they possess both elegance and danger!" Vithkun said excited giving them a scary face as they squealed a bit before he cast a glance Myra's way. "I don't know where they pick those stories up, but these myths interests them a lot." Vithkun told Myra.
"They sure do, and some of these books I have are slightly more fiction than they are fact - a thing we might discuss soon." Gandrys chimed in. "But speaking of fact and fiction, perhaps you would like to enlighten us all about drow way and culture?" Gandrys proposed as the children both made big eyes in anticipation of an adventure story.
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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 30, 2019 20:08:22 GMT -8
Gandrys seemed to have a tendency to insinuate easily that reminded her that he was of course elven, he may have been treating her kindly and taken her into his home but he was not unlike his cousin in making sure his speech had two meanings. Ones she did not easily miss as innuendos for what might have actually occurred the night before. Thankfully his children had no such talents as of yet and were a bit more honest in their assessment of who she was with the boy being quite oblivious, which was sweet, and the girl knowledgeable but more willing to speak which spoke of her not being frightened.
“How you spend time is important,” she could agree with Gandrys giving Vith a casual glance before returning her attention to the end of the table that was not arguing about what she was before everyone was brought onto one page of the book they were all holding on etiquette and appropriate table talk.
“Danger is subjective,” she would back Vith’s words rather quickly and put a question of her own to the children,”Your father would never harm you in any way but if someone intended on harming you he could be very dangerous to them. Everyone has a certain capability for harm it is whether they mean any to you that you must discern on your own.”
Weighty words, and perhaps odd advice, especially when Gandrys’s pushed instead for making sure they understood the difference between different types of writings. It was important to foster and guide the imagination into leaps of great bounds. For them it might inspire their very life to go in different directions or give them the ability to spin tales to others of moral learning or humerous jaunts. For all the worth of the world it was imagination that drove people to dream and stretch beyond their goals and she would never see it cast aside from the hearts of the young for they knew above all else how to keep it alive.
“It would take much more than a few moments to explain us as I find that learning about your own is quite the undertaking,” attempting to dodge some of the questioning the wide eyed looks of the children brought her back around to giving them what they desired, “But perhaps I can at least entertain you with some of our tales. Ones I myself heard as a child?”
If she hear an affirmative she would continue beginning to weave a tale in a softer tone than her own usual one taking care to soften some details, “It has been some time since I heard this told and it was only in passing so if you’ll excuse the poor rendition,” she began with this rather sheepish about doing so to start, “The Drow Language is called Aleath and it is said that it was named after the greatest star of our own skies,” little did the Drow know that the star they considered to be Aleath was also the Elves greatest star, Izale, “When both of our races were born of the stars they were given life through their blessing and from such was born two sisters. One who was as bright as their own gleam, pale and beautiful with golden hair and a voice of the heavens themselves. The other was born of the night surrounding that very star, with skin of charcoal and hair as deep as the ravens wings. They shared for a time their aspirations growing together and learning of the very world they were given to improve. Izale being born of their spark resided in the day where she gave her voice to song that flowed through the forests and gave the very trees their own voice so they might sing with her. Aleath was of the night, she roamed the earth and touched every stone and felt the power in the dark places of the world and could see even in the darkest of pitch. They met every morning and every evening when one retired and one rose each sharing of their adventures, of the sights they saw, until one day Aleath, curious as she was, did not sleep for the day. She rose from the darkness of her abode and came into the light. It was blinding to her and took from her her sight leaving her to weep openly until Izale found her laying upon the ground. Her sister took such pity that she shared with her her own sight allowing Aleath to see within the day if she only did not look into the sun. Aleath had never seen such beauty in the light of the day, and while it overwhelmed her she found such joy. She began to stay with her sister and roamed the world to the ends of it but as she slept throughout the night there were things that rose. Dark things that had been kept at bay by her presence but during her slumber threatened the beauty of the day. When Izale found the destruction of the very trees she had taught to sing it began to bring discord between the sisters. Izale wished to protect all she had found and Aleath did not wish to return to the darkness but could see the pain her sister had endured at the very loss of what she loved. Therefore they formed a pact and Aleath granted to Izale the power to see within only a dim light so she might wonder by the light of the very stars that gave them such life. They would protect the other in their sleep and once upon the solstice they would trade places for a day and a night so that both would know of the others beauty.”
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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 Jun 3, 2019 10:44:41 GMT -8
"Yeah, dad would totally beat them up!" Falael answered with no hesitation slamming his fist into his palm and Gandrys laughed.
"Well hopefully it won't get to that..!" he said and rustled Falael's hair a small grin escaping the lips of the biy and Sindry looking comforted too. "Still I wouldn't invite anyone into my home I didn't trust." Gandrys said as a small nod of approval went Myra's way and Vithkun couldn't help but smile and think how well she was doing. All this time he had been concerned, but when it was to stand its test she was behaving as if her roughness wasn't there at all - and maybe it wasn't, perhaps she just needed someone to treat her with trust.
As Myra started telling the story the kids were immediately enthralled and even Vithkun found himself drawn into the story that he knew quite well but for a few different details. "That was really beautiful." Vithkun said and nodded after she had finished it and Gandrys nodded as he did.
"Wow! I never heard it told like that!" Falael exclaimed his eyes like the very stars Myra had told about. "Tell me one more..!" he said enthusiastically though Gandrys interjected.
"That might be just enough for the breakfast, Falael." he spoke softly and gave both Myra and Vithkun an inquisitive glance. "What are your plans for today? Are you staying another night or... do you want to go to Excelmere already?" Gandrys asked politely though the word 'Excelmere' filled Vithkun with both longing and fear and caught up in the thoughts about the past Myra would have no problem answering Gandrys first.
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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 Jun 3, 2019 10:57:46 GMT -8
Trust implied was not difficult to pick up on but she was on her best behavior. Gandrys had treated her like an equal and in that she had treated him with the same kindness she had shown Vith in the prior weeks when he was acting appropriate. Even with the dwarves it seemed she understood how society expected her to act and when given treatment that even the lesser of them deserved she reacted smoothly and with an unbridled kindness. It did not hurt that his children were also at the table and their presence was something she enjoyed.
“I am sure he would,” she told the young Faleal before Gandrys took her by surprise. Struggling but for a moment in her silence her glance had been forlorn, quick but noticable by Vith before she continued her story, as was the one that he gave her when Excelmere was mentioned.
“Thank you,” she told Vith and even laughed as the young boy demanded one more before his father interrupted and began to make ascertain their plans.
“You have been most kind to welcome us Gandrys, you have treated me without reproach and for that I shall forever be grateful but I am afraid that to stay would be to delay the inevitable,” She wished to speak further to the matrix but somehow she knew this was the path they had to take, “His highness has been far away from home for long enough, I know the longing that lays in his heart even if it is couple with worry for now and there is no way to assuage either without continuing onward, unless you want to stay?”
Giving him but a moment to doubt that she sincerely wished to go as well it was her own fear that made her do so.
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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 Jun 3, 2019 11:44:16 GMT -8
Vithkun nodded as Myra took the word - he had to agree that he was starting to long after seeing his family again - even if Gandrys would be a more amiable guy to be around. If they stayed here word would travel and soon it would be questioned why he didn't return. Ohh yes, he knew how it went when the people there started to squabble.
"Yes, I want to stay but I cannot. There are things that I have to see through..." Vithkun explained and paused when Gandrys took his chance to interject and shook his head.
"Vithkun - it's a little late to rebel isn't it?" Gandrys said in jest but concerned too as Vithkun stiffened up. "It's not hard to guess for me - you found the jewel but you aren't intending to give the jewel back because you found something else..." Gandrys smiled softly and gazed at Myra. "... or that something found you." a faint smile appearing.
"You really do see through me even after all this time..." Vithkun said reluctantly and couldn't help but grin a bit though he had preferred to keep it a secret even for Gandrys.
"There's nothing as revealing as the unspoken affection." Gandrys said and threw out his arms. "Know that you have my support, cousin. But also know that I can't help you in the political affairs of Excelmere." he warned Vithkun who nodded knowingly.
"And you..." he said turning to Myra his concerned look returning to his face. "You better watch out - you are too kind for that lot." Gandrys said and quickly glanced at Vithkun. "... no offense intended of course." causing Vithkun to laugh.
"I have a trusted pair of horses for you and I'll have the kitchen make food for the trip there. Do you want company, then I'll of course send a couple of people along with you." Gandrys proposed to both of them. "If you need anything of course I'll provide it if can. Now I will need to get on with a few things and the kids need to go bow training." Gandrys said and bowed to Vithkun and Myra as the children did the same before hurrying out of the room.
"Have nice triiip!" the kids chimed together as the left and Vithkun smiled at Myra.
"I'm sorry... I was never able to hide very much for Gandrys." Vithkun said and gave Myra a strained smile. "Still it's a relief not having to hide it, but I feel like the avalanche has been set into motion and cannot be stopped." Vithkun added concerned.
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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 Jun 3, 2019 13:22:54 GMT -8
Gandrys saw too much, knew too much, he had a trait of being observant that was apart of the main focus of his own character. A good talent for an elf within the council of the High Haven courts but not a joyful thing when it came to attempting to conceal anything from him. Myra was flabbergasted that it had been so simple, and that his answers had been on point. Her mouth was shut and the surprise smothered by irritation at the situation in and by itself. Hiding her affection for her companion would be difficult in the coming days and he was even worse practiced at having to conceal his looks for while he spoke with elegance and ease anyone who knew him would know better. It had taken her some time to get behind his mask and she hoped that if only for a time it would keep all but the closest to him out.
"He's rather loud and hard to miss," she told Gandrys covering her uncertainty with humor about her finding him before elbowing Vith rather forcefully in the side when he laughed about Gandrys calling her nice before saying in a more gentle tone than she felt, "I would not worry too much for it, I am not as delicate as I might seem."
In fact much less delicate than any of the females they'd seen within the home even the few female guards paled in comparison to the bout of anger she could pull from. She fought with a ferocious need to win to prove herself and it was a powerful ally in the battles to come.
"Thank you, again, Gandrys," she sought his hand before he left holding it but for a moment in a friendly handshake before waving to his children who rushed off. They were the epitomy of what would be to come their open curiosity one of the best chances for a difference she had seen.
They were left with Vith apologizing and she gave him a smile that was unrestrained, "He seems a good man, I am sure he will keep it to himself for now but eventually it will be known. If he knows you so well I cannot imagine your brother will be fooled for long."
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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 Jun 4, 2019 6:38:52 GMT -8
Vithkun's expression contorted a little as he was quite abruptly elbowed in his ribs and Gandrys chuckled and nodded. "I know that you are not - you look every bit a warrior of drow legend. Those eyes speak of limitless determination and that is what I'm warning you about. A bit of delicacy goes a long way where you're headed." Gandrys said and drew out a small barely distinguishable thread rolled around a thin crystal pin making it almost invisible. "This might be another kind of delicacy you will come to need. Keep it with you, couple it with a bit of roughness and you may find its uses numerable." he almost whispered with a wry grin as Vithkun wondered what that was all about.
As Gandrys had left Vithkun nodded in agreement. "We will make it public very soon anyway." he said and thought about his brother. "My brother is equally inquisitive only he can be somewhat more assertive about it and annoyingly knowing." Vith said and rolled his eyes. "We should pack and then make ourselves ready to depart..." Vithkun said his emotions torn between longing and fear.
When ready the elves would be met with the stable hand in the courtyard and two very healthy looking horses - one white with brown markings and another a light grey one - about the same in size. "These are siblings - two sisters. Gandrys wanted you to have them because they are the fastest and most agile of the ones we have right now. A beautiful pair to accompany you." the stable hand spoke and looked at the two elves.
"Which one would you prefer?" Vithkun asked Myra with a smirk.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Jun 4, 2019 18:56:59 GMT -8
Were all elves as generous as Gandrys when their prejudice did not frighten them off for offering? She decided that they were not in the next instant when she took to the remembering that he was related to the very man who’d he had initially offered hospitality for. Perhaps this was a sign that she too could count him as an ally. The belief that change needed to occur was more widespread than most were willing to admit.
“Thank you,” she would keep the same low tone leaving Vith out of the loop until he asked as she slipped it away careful to keep the needle from pricking anything. After breakfast as they packed she changed into her usual attire. Her normally bare threads had been replaced curteousy of their host. His kindness was one of the few things she would remember as it had been so rare before. Dressed in darker clothes than most of the others she’d be recognizable if it wasn’t for the cloaks that Vith had commandeered. Beneath it she wore pants of dark grey, black boots that had been cared for throughout the journey, and a top of white that wrapped itself around her waist and along her arms keeping her form less of a mystery than usual. Her bracers had been applied and she’d found a vest that was looser to fit over in a navy with three silver buttons. Leaving her hair pulled upright as it would be easier to hide beneath the hood as well.
Tugging it around her shoulders she redid the clasp and joined Vith down at the stables as they prepared to leave to Excelmere. The stablehand offered them two horses, both equally beautiful if not different in appearance. One was reminiscent of her own if not smaller in size than Uma.The horse was being used for hard labor at the moment and might not forgive her absence but it had been safer for her to be left there than enter the barren lands again. The horse had not bolted at the wolves until she forced her to and she found her within the very limits of the town she passed through originally.
Glancing to Vith his expression was dubious but she wondered if it was perhaps because he was going to use his own instead.
“Have you thought about our path there?” She asked of him. If the staff here had less loyalty than a mouse they would have squeaked about her presence, and his return, there would be those aware they were coming and the main road may not have been safe.
Walking closer to the horses if one shied she stopped holding out one hand she spoke as she had been throughout her time at Gandrys’s house, in soft elvish that was clear and bright, “Beautiful indeed,” her compliment was directed towards both her eyes traveling between them, “But it is their choice.”
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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 Jun 5, 2019 4:38:31 GMT -8
Vithkun wasn't going to use Windstrider this time, it was a horse well suited traveling the worlds outside of High Haven but inside he did not need its incredible speed and the defense it would provide - besides riding a normal horse was something he hadn't done for a while and he wanted to keep his skills sharp.
"The path is very easy to follow, it takes us through a few small cities leading us along open roads and quite the scenic landscape." Vithkun responded and paused briefly before adding. "What is on your mind? It sounds as if you believe it to be a good idea reconsidering the route. If there is something in particular along the way you would want to see, we could certainly do so?" Vithkun smiled politely.
As Myra went towards the horses one of the horses seemed to establish an immediate connection to Myra - a sort of curiosity as it took a couple of steps closer before putting its head in Myra's palm lowering it at the same time. It was the brown one with the white markings.
"Her name is Ishidera." the stablehand said as Vithkun nodded with a smile.
"Your handling of it is impressive." he said as he himself stretched out his palm towards the grey one. A half surprised glance for a brief moment was all Vithkun got as the grey horse turned its head away apparently uninterested in the prince as it proceeded chewing on a bit of hay.
"What if this one doesn't choose me..?" Vithkun asked Myra with a voice that was both disappointed and surprised. Vithkun took a step closer to the grey one only resulting in it taking another step back maintaining the distance. "Oh come one, don't be like that..." Vithkun looked the stablehand.
"Shazara." he said as Vithkun nodded.
"... Shazara then. Give me something to work with here please!" Vithkun trying to remain soft spoken but his frustration clear to see as the horse did not care for him more just because he called its name.
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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 Jun 5, 2019 10:23:38 GMT -8
“Your return will be widely known by noon if not before and out presence on the main road may invite others that are drawn to greet you. If we are to make good time and go unnoticed perhaps we might take another road?”
It was only a suggestion and if he suggested otherwise she might go along with his wishes. He knew best but she was cautious as always. It appeared that while Gandrys had put her at ease in his home she was not fully so within his country and perhaps would never be. While the elves may have refused her it appeared that not all creatures would.
The painted mare approaching her they bonded almost instantly taking to one another as she began to brush back long locks around her ears and very gently around the edges so as not to be bothersome but kind to the creature. Gentle in her actions it was almost immediately disrupted by the rather large bellow she made the instant that the horse that Vith was meant to ride took to avoiding his gestures like he was beggar asking for coins. Bent over at the waist she had a way of laughing whole heartedly her mirth so bright and merry it was almost impossible to be mad at her enjoying the strain of the twos relationship.
Still it was a strain and as she used Ishidera to keep herself upright her hand settled on the horses shoulder she got herself under control saying in amusement, “Perhaps you should tell the horse that she is apart of your kingdom, your highness.”
Ready to defend her joke in an instant if Vith snarked back with something less than amusement or gave her a dirty look she was grinning from ear to ear.
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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 Jun 6, 2019 4:06:39 GMT -8
Vithkun smiled softly knowing Myra's words were wise and caring and he nodded. "Of course, we'll take another route - it will be a day longer, but what does that mean when it's been more than a year anyway?" he admitted. "The route is less used in will have us enter Excelmere from another gate, though it's hardly because we'll need to avoid their attentions. As soon as we're there we will have their undivided attention - I promise you!" Vithkun said jestingly.
"What..? You're not going to help me here? Where's the companionship gone?!?" Vithkun said slightly offended by her just laughing of his genuine problems but still couldn't help but being taken by her mirthful laughter and gave a smile. Vithkun raised a brow as Myra finally spoke and turned towards the horse.
"Shazara, you are a part of my kingdom and will do what I say!" he said firmly and stretched out his finger with a frown, the horse stopping his chewing for a brief moment giving Vithkun an empty gaze. "Hmm... there I think that was what it needed." Vithkun said a wry and superior smile returned to Myra as he approached the horse which this time staid where it was. Confidently putting the left foot in the stirrup and about to swing his right leg over the horse a quick step to the side and swing with its behind had Vithkun losing his balance and falling onto the ground on his back.
"Eiiii..!" he exclaimed as the elf levitated for a moment before hitting the ground with a loud thump. Vithkun lay on his back sighing briefly. "Riiight... very well." his fingers tapping on the ground as he got to his feet again. "Any other suggestions, oh wise subduer or mares...?" his hands brushing the dirt off his clothes giving her a sidelong glance that was both annoyed but also somewhat ashamed - followed by a faint chortle escaping his lips indicating that deep inside he tried to suppress the fact that it was actually rather funny.
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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 Jun 6, 2019 6:56:50 GMT -8
Undivided attention sounded like a complete nightmare for the only one she wished to admonish such affection was Vithkun and even then if he cast a blind eye to some of her rougher qualities it was for the best. Unflinching but wishing to she did not comment further upon it for the following antics made her forget her worries if only for a moment. Shazara had quite the mind of her own taking to moving away from Vith and it was not unreminiscent of their own original state of mind towards one another.
Helping him would have generally came first and had the situation been serious she would have but instead, she joked, and he, he well took it way to seriously. As soon as he said those words and the horse just looked at him she knew what was coming. There was no way in this world or the next that what he said was going to work, frankly she was surprised that it had even raised its head long enough to acknowledge that he spoke to it. The horse either required a strong hand or a soft touch and Vith was sitting somewhere in the middle going back and forth on how he addressed it.
The instant that he landed on the ground she almost did as well. There were tears within her eyes as she struggled to even breath a wheezing sound emerging from her lips at the comedic relief that he was providing. No matter how insistent the mare was that this was not going to occur she was certain Vith would win her over eventually but for the moment she simply could not help because she could not even utter a single word. So winded was she from the way she laughed as she turned towards her own horse using her again to hold herself upright.
Finishing, and wiping her eyes, she would pace over to the reins that were settled across the neck of the mare itself. Turning them front facing as if to lead the creature she did not allow her to step away by also grabbing the side of her mane if Shazara attempted it. Raising her muzzle with a single touch she went well below the teeth so she could not bite, she may nip but she was careful to avoid it. "Enough," she told the horse rather insistently, "You know how to behave I am sure."
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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 Jun 6, 2019 14:12:34 GMT -8
'Suggestions' seemed to be scarce as Vithkun got up seeing Myra almost flat on the ground laughing her lungs out and putting arms in his side he gave her an unimpressed glance - much like the one the horse had given him a few times now. "Oh... Don't hurry Myra, we have all day if you want to laugh some more! Are you sure, you're quite finished?" he said sarcastically and sighed though finally she seemed to take his worries just a little bit seriously.
As Myra approached the horse it leaned its head in towards Myra's shoulder for affection though as she calmly scolded it bowed its head slightly before turning towards Vith - as if it reluctantly had agreed to try and see if they ought to give it another chance again.
Vithkun strode over to the horse with a skeptic glance putting his hand on its neck. Wary he tried the same thing as before and only a subtle discontent whinny did the horse resist and Vithkun sighed as he was finally on top of the grey mare. "Alright, I'll give you that. You do have a thing with animals that I don't." Vithkun admitted slightly putting his heels into the horse as it reluctantly strode forward at a leisurely pace as Vithkun expected Myra to mount and catch up with him in a few seconds. Seeing Myra handle an animal was no small thing and many seemed comfortable around her as if she was family - an elf trait he had not seen this strongly manifested but in some of the most sagely nature branch elves.
"We should definitely cloak ourselves when we ride through the city." Vithkun spoke before padding Shazara. "We're going to be great friends..!" the words more of a command or hope than a fair take on where it was headed between the elf and horse - however until now it seemed content with behaving as long as the drow was there too.
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