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 20:02:43 GMT -8
Sarcasm not unmissed but completely skipped over for a verbal reprimand she simply gave him a very strong look of scolding that the horse had also received. It spoke volumes of him being too self-involved for his own good at times but she still found his willingness to give in attractive. Hesitation in the way he touched the horse it took a stern hand holding the other side of the mane in order to make sure Shazara did not move again, once he was settled she'd return to her own horse.
The bridle seemed almost unnecessary with most elven horses, no bit present within their mouths they were expected to move with gentle direction. Uma had the same sort of understanding of what was expected no bit within that horses mouth either. Pulling herself up into the saddle she gracefully swung up and over her cloak fluttering around her before falling into place as she readjusted the hood positioning it over her shimmering hair to keep it from being spotted at a distance.
"It is a matter of respect," she shrugged off his comment about animals but he was correct. Nature communed well with her despite her prior transgressions, or perhaps that was why it connected so deeply. She felt the loss of fire and the pain of the fall of even the smallest roots beneath her feet as she drew their power. A greater creature such as a horse would provide but a small favor for her power unless willingly given. The bird she had destroyed came at her beckoning, gave her its very being to protect her, and it was because she asked. Frankly it made her uncomfortable that it had been so willing when she felt as if its life held more value than her own. Her opinion of herself had not risen much since that time.
Catching up beside Vith as he admonished his opinion on the horse she kept her own to herself before saying softly, "Do you think there are others like Gandrys there that might be supportive of the change in your position?"
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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 7, 2019 3:51:39 GMT -8
"Respect? Well who starts it?" Vithkun asked with a cheeky smile glancing down at his horse, though the sudden writhing of its body had Vithkun tense up and grasp the reigns tighter. "Who-oah there! I mean nothing by it..!" Vithkun's voice suddenly a lot less sarcastic and more soothing. "Friiiiends right? Remember..?" he added and padded the horse twice as it seemed at least content for now. "And they say that a tempest is difficult to manage..." he whispered to himself.
Vithkun considered her question a bit rubbing his chin with a contemplative expression. "Everyone would need to be if I came back alone with the Crimson Ascend and handed it to my fiancee - but since that is not going to happen, things will be a bit more challenging." he admitted and sighed. "My mother will remain neutral, she has never expressed any desire to put me or my brother before each other - rather she'd probably be the most happy if none of us became king so the family would have as few controversies as possible. My father is conservative and would be hard to convince, but he has an honest heart that wants the best. My brother would surely not support me and neither would my - soon to be former - fiancee of course not either." Vithkun said followed by a small nervous chuckle as he realized his predicament.
"I could just as well turn around right?" he scratched his head reluctantly. "Well I suppose we just have to get people on our side don't we?" Vithkun sighed deeply and braced himself. "But there is nothing worth doing going back now is there?" his words calm and clear though his eyes filled by a sudden sorrow of what he was going to drag the drow beside him through.
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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 7, 2019 8:24:57 GMT -8
His mare had no intention of listening to his words and Myra had not the strength to reprimand her again for actions she initially found amusing. The continued disobedience was unacceptable in her eyes in such a creature for Vith had truly not wronged her but she insisted on shifting and moving about beneath him as if she were untrained. It was a fair comparison to her own initial treatment of Vith but he invited it then and while there was much he could do differently in his handling of the horse she did not tolerate such behavior now towards him.
Pulling up beside him she made sure Shazara would not move with a click of her tongue her own mare much more amiable to the ride, even the length of it changing from the easy main road. Pulled up beside him they were alone, for now, and she made sure of it by expanding her mind only momentarily for she did not want to alert Vith to her actions.
Ascertained of such before she reached over she took the hand that he lowered downward in hers squeezing it lightly and not yet letting it go, “I placed you in this position,” her voice sounded thick, layered with emotions she had yet to express, “I would see you eased of the worry I see now if it were not for my own selfishness.”
Considering their paths to travel together, to continue on the one they were on now, it was going to be practically impossible. Her commitment to the very path that destiny settled them upon was based on the way she felt when he looked to her. His light in the village had been overwhelming, so bright it made her flinch and turn away, but this was gentle. It was as if he was her northern star, the light that guided her along her way and when she raised her eyes to the horizon it was still there shining even through the sun itself.
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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 7, 2019 11:23:22 GMT -8
"Hmm... it seemed to behave a bit better now." Vithkun concluded as a smile returned to his face - unaware that Myra had a hand in that too. Only moments later when Myra rode up next to him she got him with his mouth half open as he squeezed his hand and he got caught up in both her sweet eyes and caring smile. Her hand was as warm as he remembered when they had taken each other's hands the first time and it was such a reassuring feeling because even with no words her loyalty to them felt unending.
"Your own sel..." Vithkun said and interrupted himself inclining his head with a wry smile. "Well maybe it is selfishness, but if I ever knew anyone who were allowed to be a little selfish - it would be you." he said softly. "And knowing that it needs to succeed not only for myself but for you too makes for more than double the determination when I stand and speak to them." the elves eyes firm but contained every shade of love he felt for Myra in this moment and his hand squeezed hers back.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Jun 7, 2019 11:36:50 GMT -8
Such kindness expressed in his words took her aback, not that he had not been kind before, that was known, but to hear it so openly expressed in regards to their future and the result of such a journey that had led them here she knew not how to express herself. Torn between sheer happiness at the prospect of a future together and dread and the difficulty of producing it she could not tear her eyes away from his own. Her lower lip quivered and she bit it down to keep it from doing so. Lowering her chin just slightly she clenched her teeth and released before she spoke, “You will not be alone,” she promised, “No matter how little it matters I will stand beside you in this.”
Beside, not behind or in front of, but with him, fully, and committed to this path now as she had any other. Her determination to find the jewel to start had taken her on a path that was filled with uncertainty and longing. Longing for home and its wide fields and the view of the very ocean in which she had grown so fond. Now that longing had changed in intensity for something else. Her home still lingered upon her mind as it always would but there would be no resentment at her choice for she would return one day perhaps carrying the very jewel around her neck or not but the markings upon her arms would be discarded and she would have a vengeance that would bring down a reckoning of god like proportions.
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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 9, 2019 3:14:23 GMT -8
Vithkun turned to Myra his eyes surprised but also determined. "It matters not little, it is at the utmost importance." Vithkun assured her and added. "I think not I would be able to stand through this if you were not there next to me." his words surprisingly hard to speak for he had been used to doing everything himself for such a long time that committing one's destiny in such a way to another was - frightening as well as a relief for Vithkun. Perhaps no longer did he need to walk alone but he owed Myra to do the same and not retreat when she needed him.
Looking up a content expression spread in his face as he breathed in the pure and gentle air that was in High Haven. The union between the two was strengthening and this was what was needed for him to form a determination for when arriving to Excelmere, for with such a strong will and pure hearted companion by his side things were bound to succeed.
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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 9, 2019 13:23:00 GMT -8
Emboldening his original stance they were both right to feel worried and then reassured. The strength it would take to change things for the better was momentous and so often had it failed before that there was a range of mountains instead of one. The jewel that rested around her neck now was an example of their commitment to one challenge but the fact it now rested there was a show of faith that there was also one to this. That they would prevail in this no matter the cost.
The road before them to Excelmere was less well-traveled than the main but not unused. They met others along the day and Myra rode close to the edge on the other side of Vith using her hood to hide from the bright rays of the sun and straying eyes. They would greet others openly if they chose to greet them but otherwise remain enclosed in the bubble they'd created against the world. They would speak not uncommonly of small things, her teasing and him doing the same in return. They interacted in purely elvish and the trees around them delighted in a language so well spoken and so well length-ed as his accent was clear and bright and her lack reminded them of the scholars of old.
Mid-afternoon Shavara, Vith's horse, took a fright to something. Myra was never quite certain what caught her attention for she saw no snakes in the road nor anything that might clearly threaten the horse but she bolted. A whiney ringing out as her front hooves came off the ground casting Vith upward and if he was not careful off of her back. Then she was gone, all the swiftness of the breeding of their lineage taking both the High Prince and the horse off into the groves, well off the path.
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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 10, 2019 1:32:23 GMT -8
The road they had opted to travel was more winding and more up and downhill than the main road yet still at times they would meet and greet travellers that passed them. Vithkun would be brief but polite and in good time assess if they were someone he knew - luckily they weren't. Still he would be the first to greet and try to actively shield Myra with his horse riding either first or to her left so people would see him primarily.
As they went Vithkun would seek to try and connect and understand Shazara, his mare. When at times not speaking with Myra he would give the mare small words in elvish of encouragement and praise, trying to connect to it better. Clearly it had been too long since he had last rode a real horse, the tempest his normal companion.
Slowly Vithkun felt as if trust was built and he felt increasingly comfortable with Shazara - however suddenly the mare was spooked and prancing Vithkun helt on tightly to its reigns. "Ohh there... eeeeassyy now..!" the words fell in elvish but were not enough to calm the horse as he just so managed to hold on and not get thrown off - but in an instant it raced off without Vithkun could ascertain what had happened for it to do so.
Quickly it rushed in between the trees and into the thicket and bushes the elf laying low on its back dodging to his best of ability the branches smacking towards giving him hardly an opportunity to try and talk the horse to a standstill - even if he thought he could. Where would this fiery mare take him and when would it end?
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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 10, 2019 14:21:46 GMT -8
Shazara bolting left Myra very little time to follow and observe the reason that the mare had taken off in such a blasted manner. Lowering her gaze to the ground there laid a snake, long and black and coiled upward baring fangs of gleaming yellow a touch of liquid at the edges of them. Challenging such a creature was a game of chance and reflexes and since Vith had been slightly before her on the trail she was far enough back that running was a viable option. Besides if Shazara progressed too terribly far and lost Vith they would lose precious time hunting down either of the two. Rounding about she let out a “Heeya,” sound from her lips pressing inward with calves to produce a pressure and urgency as she spoke to a willing partner, “Do not lose them.” Vithkun had once ridden the Tempest before it had suffered his full presence and to contain the winds was to wrestle with the very force of nature itself. It rolled about him, consumed him, threw him this way and that with the strength of the hurricane gusts and then floated him downward with all the gentle spirit of the summer breeze. Shazara was not a tempest but cared not for his presence nor his safety, yet, and while not as wild as his chosen steed while traveling was quite capable of launching him in any direction should she have put more effort into it. Well of the beaten path she leapt and ducked beneath branches and ran through a creek splashing his boots and leggings before coming to a complete stop. Not the gentle trot down into a walk of exhaustion but a slam on the breaks, legs locked into a straight position and skidding downward onto the rump as if there were an invisible barrier the horse did not wish to cross. Vith might not recognize this area of the forest but a sensation rolled throughout his body as if thunder had been following lightening the heat of the day giving way to the afternoon. The sun while moving towards the horizon should still have shone brightly in the clearing that he was upon the edge of. It was a wide expanse, leading into the rock formations that would form the mountain range the peaks challenging the citadel for height. There was grass before him, a valley that led into brown stone in the distance. The horse knickered rising off its haunches but refusing to go further when prompted backing up a step uncomfortably. No creature stood before its path now nor did it seem to be disobeying for the pleasure of doing so but if asked it would not go forward. If Vith slipped off of the horse and began to step forward he would find an invisible barrier before his hands. Not one he could not pass through but one where the sun was dimmed before him but not behind. A shadow existed over this place.
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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 11, 2019 6:10:24 GMT -8
Riding through the forest like this was not the travel he had wished for, his clothes dirtied and wet now - which was not quite the way he wanted to greet his parents and family later. Especially now that he wanted to make a good impression. But there were many factors in life he couldn't control and this horse was definitely one of them!
"Calm down... Calm down..!" the softest yet also firmest of elvish intonations were used to try and regain control of Shazara but it was to no avail and clenching his teeth he reluctantly settled for holding on for his dear life until the horse became too tired to run... which would probably take a hell of a long time for a youthful elven horse with this vigor.
Daring to quickly turn his head back he saw no rider behind him as he had hoped Myra might be able to catch up and stop the horse - this might actually really take some time. But right when he was about to turn his head again the horse suddenly came to a very abrupt stop forcing Vithkun to more or less grab hold of its neck the forces of the aggressive breaking almost pushing him over the front of the horse.
"... pheeew..." Vithkun sighed as he had suddenly come to a very unpleasant stop. "You're a very bad horse..!" Vithkun wagged his finger briefly and took to wiping a fair amount of sweat of his forehead and remove the branches that had gone everywhere on his clothes. "We're going back, and you better hope we can find your tracks!" Vithkun said firmly and tried to pull its reigns - but it was still. Not a twitch in the horse's stance as it bowed its head down almost provocatively to take a few chunks off the grass in its own steady pace.
"I see..." Vithkun narrowed his eyes in defiance as he got off the horse. Perhaps in a bit it would be ready to go again but if it tried to run away again, he would stick to Windstrider! Feeling his shoulders and tossing his head slowly back and forth he tried to get the tension out of his body before taking a look around. This part of High Haven was not one he had visited before and quite frankly it could be the least traveled to place in all of his lands. So far off even the unofficial path he had an idea of where he was on the map, but it was a tiny corner that he had heard no one speak about before - apparently it held nothing of interest for anyone.
Looking around it was hard to disagree because it was just a forest - and yet he noticed how the light breached the trees and squinted. It was as if he was standing in front something that was see through but not quite air, and perhaps there was a reason - besides hating the elf - that Shazara had stopped so suddenly. Vithkun took a few more steps forwards and noticed the dimming of the light as it passed through and carefully he put a hand on what he perceived to be some sort of surface - and did that work he would take a slow step through to see if there was some kind of 'other side' to this.
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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 11, 2019 11:04:00 GMT -8
No harsh transition greeted him when he stepped through the change In the light but he would feel the temperature drop on the other side due to the very shadow like nature of it. A slight shift but one he would feel just upon his skin the chill settling over him as his eyes would raise to the sight that was leveled there.
The mountains had not been uninhabited always it seemed, for among the edge of them was a city, an overgrowth of grey stone pulled from the edges of it lending way to towers and slim streets with crumbling walls. Narrow passageways decorated the landscape just past the rim of a wall that held the city in like it was the outside of a bowl against the mountain range itself. It was massive in appearance, once lively it seemed, but now only haunted by the ghosts of its own memories. It held a breath within the city as if it begged for life again, asked for it, and yet it was not given just bated on the edge of the tip of the lungs themselves.
Vithkun would have the sight to himself for a good few minutes, enough to approach closer if he chose before Myra found her way to his horse. The scolding that she gave Shazara was one he would not hear, in fact if he turned about he would see her ride up. She rode well, even at such a rate of speed, and dismounted before the her own steed ever came to a full stop rushing towards Shazara. He could not hear the horses hooves beating on the ground as it slowed, nor her questioning where he was or where he could be.
His absence was questioned and she turned about looking for him but seeing nothing, her mouth opened with his name across her lips asking for him before crossing her arms beneath her chest and murmuring something about how it ‘wasn’t funny’ before glancing the way she came. If he had been thrown off at any point in time throughout the wild chase she would have came across him but as he had not she could only assume something had drawn his interest. Enough he would leave the mare and her wondering as to his location.
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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 12, 2019 23:13:02 GMT -8
'It is... no surface..?' Vithkun mused as he proceeded to step through and into the other side where a chilling sensation met him. Everything was more dim, though not quite murky, and he felt a certain kind of shadow looming over the place - one that only descended on places that had been forgotten and lost on purpose.
"You know how to pick your spots well, Shazara..." he said to himself as he gazed over the mountain range seeing an abandoned city in the distance - maze like and uninhabited now as he could see, but most likely prosperous in its hay days. "This is an elven barrier made by some very skilled nature elves - it's at least on par with the illusory barrier that wraps around High Haven." he commented and narrowed his eyes.
He looked back and there was nothing to see but Shazara and decided to approach a bit closer to the city amazed by its grand size and but also saddened to see it was but a skeleton of the living and thriving city it had once been. What had happened here? Vithkun felt an anger go through him knowing that someone within High Haven must have known about this and yet told nothing to anyone. This secret would be gigantic and even just seeing it he would have to step carefully because he knew not who were invested in keeping it like this.
Looking back in an instant he was surprised to see the shadow of another behind the barrier - no doubt it was Myra who had caught up and quick strides were taken back. As he approached he realized that she had gotten there without him hearing a thing and that she was not able to see him through the barrier - but he did not need any kind of sound to determine that she was not too happy about what she probably believe a jest from Vith's side.
A wry smile crept up his face as he moved in very close to the barrier and would very silently step out of it placing himself right behind her at the opportune time. "Where are you looking?" Vith's voice would appear innocent but be clear and slightly louder than necessary, the expected jump scare would be highly appreciated by the elf.
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself!" he'd apologize but quickly his expression turned a bit more severe. "Shazara took me to this place, and I believe it was luck. An invisible barrier exists here that hides an area in High Haven no one knows about - gloomy in nature and a potential back door for intruders. But more importantly - there is a huge abandoned city cloaked in darkness inside and I think we owe it to inspect it closer." Vithkun pointed his thumb towards the otherwise normal looking part of the woods.
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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 13, 2019 4:58:07 GMT -8
Vith may have been intending on scaring Myra to the point where she jumped up into the air surprised at his presence but what he proceeded to receive was fair game in return. His voice was instantly recognizable to her but being snuck up upon was not within her wheelhouse of enjoyable things and he would find the mace that she carried so readily available on her hip was not the only weapon she possessed. In fact quicker than lightening she had shifted a small dagger that was concealed beneath her bracer coddled within the palm of her hand until she calmed but a second later at the sight of him but no less threatening when she’d turned about wildly and was brandishing a line of steel that was five inches long and razor sharp. It was elven, as well, if he would take notice of it.
Breathing out a sigh of relief as he apologized she was about to tear him a new hole to either breath or deficate out of. Either one would have been suitable as she found no humor in his absence nor his return, at least not right away. Her chest moved with a heavy resonance clean cool air shifting through it as she clenched her teeth. Had he not good reason for sneaking off she would have unloaded but as it were he gave her very good reason to drop anger for curiosity. Not that it was completely dropped as it seethed there beneath the surface brows furrowing as she asked of him, “A city?”
What he had seen almost instantly took her a moment for behind him was the barrier. Perhaps because it was darker or perhaps because her eyes were looking for him she had not spotted it right away. The shielding was kinder than the brightness of the day, however, and she would reach out to it just past him her hand passing through it. The sensation of it being slightly cooler hit her immediately and she would look to him beside her where she had passed him, “Does High Haven hold so many secrets even from you?”
When they passed through the barrier itself it would still be some of a walk to the outside of the city and enough shade within the mountain that nothing was in sharp relief to Vith. It seemed the initial barrier was only to keep it hidden but it was cloaked in something even more ominous.
Myra still wondered what sort of knowledge was withheld from Vithkun that perhaps only the King knew but he was quite close in station and she was surprised even when she stepped through. The instant she did she paused just on the border every muscle tightening in her surprise her reaction as earlier purely instantaneous. If her expression of shock was anything to judge by she had never seen this sight before or heard of it. At the distance Vithkun may not have recognized the structures to be immediately different but with her able to see within the shadows of the high walls she would say hollowly, “There is Drow architecture there.”
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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 13, 2019 14:07:40 GMT -8
The intended grin when she turned around ended in a strained expression of surprise as he found a knife pressed directly to his throat. "Woah there, I'm already shaved..!" vithkun nervously waving his hands disarmingly. "But it is a nice razor you have there - distinctly elven..." Vithkun commented curiously. Having apologized adequately so Myra would lower her weapon he breathed a little more easily.
"A city yes..." Vithkun taking the first step through the barrier to show the way. "I have no idea why this was kept a secret for me, I hope this is not one of many because... in my opinion this is enough." Vithkun slowly clenched his fists - elven secrets were rarely pleasant. "This place is enormous..." Vithkun commented to himself as his feeling of deceit increased for every step he took. This was a huge cover up and besides that one barrier was not enough it seemed as if something malignant was protecting the city itself that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
"Drow architecture? Here? You must be kidding..!" Vithkun almost snapped back, but it was not in anger towards Myra, but more in surprise and with the feeling of being powerless against the mist of lies that had apparently cloaked his upbringing. "This is unreal, not even my brother would believe this - Gandrys even less." Vithkun being out of words.
"You feel it too, right? Something keeps this place under cover, but can you ascertain if it is a barrier or... some kind of aura?" he asked Myra intending to dive deeper into this mystery and hopefully uncover its truth.
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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 13, 2019 16:48:22 GMT -8
His highness was observant if nothing else picking up on small details but missing others. Despite his comment about the blade she rather did not mention it for it was not necessary for him to know that it was obtained while within these borders. Her fear for the future was already in his mind for his own stance within it. To lay further concerns upon a weary mind was foolish when she could sort through most of it herself. After all for some time all she had to depend on was herself and her reactions were born of necessity. Reacting in such a manner to being surprised was because she sensed a trap after his absence and the knowledge of her presence here. Tucking the blade back in as they moved towards the city the horses either refused to move past the barrier or could not. Which raised the question of how they were capable of seeing it so openly.
Myra paused for a moment to pick up a rather large rock and tossed it towards the barrier just to see the result. It smacked the side and came crashing down to the ground without passing through. Rocks were not supposed to appear out of thin air it seemed and thus the barrier prevented such matter. It allowed Vith to walk out of it once, would it allow them to do the same? Hoping but not testing while he pondered the very situation he seemed aghast at the find for this part of civilization had been buried in magic and in deed she was certain. A few hundred yards would put them at the entrance gate and as they passed it she would answer his questions towards him. “I would not joke about such a thing nor do I know why it exists but it is not as if it can come out of thin air. The ground is solid as is the barrier and I feel the same as you here. There is something amiss but what I do not know.”
The only thing they agreed and knew to be true was that it could not be left alone even if it meant a delay. Walking to the edge of the walls the stone seemed to be in one sheet. There were no cracks to betray weakness, no mortar within bricks, only the solid slab that ran from one side to another as they approached a rather open gate with a porticullus entrance but no true barrier within it. Looking upward they found nothing that might slide down towards them in order to lock them inside and the walk up had been but built up in the same slab like stone in a diameter of at least 10 yards.
“This is a dwarven learned trick,” she commented upon it tapping the surround of the gate before fully stepping upon it.
Beyond the gate lay the city. A miraculous maze of a layout with interior walls not given the same attention as the outer each broken into pieces as they would be for any main city. There was a wide entryway that led to a courtyard given a rectangular setting with what might have been shops with wide windows and ledges and a fountain within the center that had since ran dry.
“I don’t like it,” Myra still stood upon the edge of the stone that led to the very gate itself, “And I do not wish to enter without knowing what we walk into and you will not like what I must do to ascertain if there is or there is not anyone present.”
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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 15, 2019 6:57:06 GMT -8
It still amazed Vithkun that they would find drow architecture here - within High Haven itself. "You know that this means that drows were once a part of High Haven right..? A common people even." Vithkun commented although he himself had a tough time believing that. "Perhaps... we're not so far apart anyway..." his eyes still scanning the place as they stood in front of the entrance.
"Dwarven trick or not I feel like it is my duty as a prince and next king of High Haven to get to the bottom of this." Vithkun said and put his hands on his hips gathering courage because he understood very well the fear Myra also felt. "If you do not think I'd like what you would do, I will opt for another solution." Vithkun said as he drew his sword from his hip - but he had to be careful for he did not travel in armor having not anticipated trouble - but neither had the opposition he thought. "I feel bad for those should roam these halls with ill intentions." he chuckled tightening his grip on his sword with a determined smile.
"Are you with me?" he grinned continuing to enter through the gate regardless, his confidence apparent but it was not reckless steps as he weighed his footsteps carefully the tip of the sword raised just slightly in front of him so he would not bump into another invisible border.
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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 15, 2019 12:04:22 GMT -8
“I have heard recollections of it but seen nothing to support such claims until now,” she’d regaled him with the story once much to his chagrin but it mattered not then but it was everything now. He asked of her not to practice her own dark magic and despite his wishes she almost had. Searching the city for those to pull from would not be difficult, searching such the entirety without him being alerted to her doing so as to the nature of such a large search area would be. Keeping him from knowing would mean having to force a field around him where she did not touch upon his mind and looking up towards the high keeps it would be impossible. For now she limited herself to the direct area of about thirty feet passing the entrance along side of him and walking towards the edge of one of the shops.
The curtain was pulled down before the opening and she whisked it aside leaving a fine layer of dust flying into the air. Waving it away from her face she thought she saw a shimmer of something in the shadows. Eyes narrowing it had to be her imagination as she called to him, “Vith,” alarmed now where she had not been before the shop was that of a seamstress it seemed.
Whether he responded by walking over or by asking her what she had found she would look him him confusion evident, “It is as if nothing was touched,” she would elaborate shortly, “There are bolts of fabric, cases, still things upon the shelves...”
Planting her hands on the counter she rather smoothly vaulted over it to land firmly on the inside of the shop itself. Walking towards a collection of fabric she touched one adding solemnly, “This is silk...”
No merchant worth their weight would have ran off without the goods they needed and silk was fine and expensive. Would the elves have left such either? Would they have found this beneath them?
Vith with his sword still before him would hear a whisper. It was not intelligible nor but barely heard. Enough to think that it was never there to start and if he had turned rather quickly at her calling he might have caught a shadow moving across the wall. There one minute and gone the next as if it never truly existed.
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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 16, 2019 8:14:43 GMT -8
Walking into the city it all seemed quiet - perhaps too quite and he narrowed his eyes looking around scouting the corners and abandoned stores. Right now nothing was moving, but he knew that it might not stay that way. Places like this hadn't had a happy ending and it nearly always left its mark. Nevertheless with a sigh he sheathed his sword but keeping it close if anything shoulder arise.
Hearing Myra call he was close to drawing his sword immediately again, but as he turned around he found it was not a cry for aid but one of shared curiosity. "What is it..?" Vithkun said and approached the store. "Have they just left with no warning? If I didn't know any better, it is as if they just vanished or sunk into the ground..." he mused dusting off a few other things inside the store. "Everything seems intact." he said as suddenly he heard a whisper lost to the winds a shadow seemed to flicker as he turned immediately his hand ready to draw again, but seeing nothing he relaxed.
"It was nothing..." he partly said to himself and partly to Myra as an excuse that he had jolted around alarmed. "I'll move a bit further up and into the city. Somewhere there has to be some explanation for this." Vithkun however not so sure that he would become much wiser, but if not he'd have tried.
Scaling a set of stairs leading through a small alley he saw the stone houses in this district almost intact and his eyes dotted back and forth hoping he would see any shadow approaching before it reached him - yet it was quiet still. Reaching what seemed to be a marketplace he'd notice the stands which still had items on display casually walking around he'd dust a few things off picking them up for inspection.
"Clothes, daggers, plates... all drow design, there is no doubt about these somber lines." and putting it away he looked around. "I wonder if they have library, that might clear a few things up. Perhaps I should ask for directions..." he said sarcastic, but one of the stalls held something catching his eyes and grabbing the frame he blew the dust off as it revealed a painting. It pictured a drow and an elf standing hand in hand on a field, smiles that of lovers. "I'm pretty sure this one isn't stolen from Excelmere..." Vithkun said surprised continuing to stroll around inspecting whatever was able to tell him about the city and its fate.
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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 16, 2019 9:14:46 GMT -8
“A whole city cannot just disappear,” she echoed his thoughts her own words as hollow as the emptiness of the city. He sought to explore further and though they were not attached at the hip she gave him but a slight word of warning, “Do not wander far please.”
Vaulting back over the countertop she proceeded to make her way about the marketplace in order to see if the rest of the stalls were the same. Finding questionable substances in glass jars at one point she lifted it up finding vegetables and some sludge that might have once been jam. Opening that one she sniffed it the smell akin to raspberry but she was not brave enough to dip a finger in to taste it instead closing it and settling it back on the shelf.
While she wandered there were several times that she felt as if there was a presence but there was nothing felt, neither by reaching out or physically searching. She slammed a door back once certain she heard voices behind it only to have it bang upon the wall with nothing before her.
Vithkun had no more luck and the same finding, there belongings laid upon the shelves, open and easy to take. When he lifted the picture the silence he’d been subjected to changed until he set it down. It had been as if there were whispers but in that second it was as if it held it with bated breath. The release was noticable as well, as if his own lungs felt the change in air pressure as he passed a barrel something rushed from behind it and over his feet. The sensation was odd for there was not much weight, but he could definitely hearing the squeaking of rats as they rushed into a closed door.
The shallow winds that flowed through the city pulled on the fabric of anything left and while some of the signs shifted non creaked heavily but he could hear in the distance one swinging wildly the hinges drawn upon. Even Myra heard it and came up the stairs meeting him at a corner if he decided to follow it their eyes drawn down the following street where what he asked for was not present, the sign was that for a smithy.
*If they go towards the sign past it another sign will creak leading them further up into the city.
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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 16, 2019 13:19:18 GMT -8
Vithkun found particular interest in all corners of this otherwise desolate city as somewhere all the way in the back of his head he felt something - some presence, some consciousness or sentience to roam this place, and he desired to find it so he didn't have to walk around watching his every step with eyes wide like a deer. Even as he had put down the painting a subtle sigh seemed to unleash itself over the city and he frowned.
Walking along quite suddenly something raced out from behind a barrel and almost in time to cut it he had raised his sword and taken stance. "A squeaker..." Vithkun said and relaxed his shoulders again. "Of course there will be rats, but still..." he said quietly to himself, feeling as if his words were listened to. This feeling of a presence didn't stop however and he was certain it was not only rats.
His attention suddenly turned towards a creaking sound in the distance and before he took many steps towards the sound he remembered he had promised Myra to not go too far. '... I'm sure any ghosts would not want to meet you in a dark alley.' he had jested and remembering had a wry smile creeping up his lips and he heard quick footsteps behind him the way he came from - Myra of most likely - and it was confirmed as he turned to look.
"Something is not right here, those signs shouldn't be creaking like that with only this wind and they are placed too high for rats to be crawling around them." Vithkun fleshed out the riddle. "Let's go together, we don't know what it is." he suggested as they would soon arrive at the smithy where the initial creaking was heard - the sign now still, but the creaking continuing further ahead. Vithkun inclined his head with a sigh. "We're walking directly into a trap, but we have nowhere to go but that way..." he said reluctantly and gave Myra a sidelong glance. "Prepared to make them regret it?" a faint smile appeared with his sword brandished.
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