Barthlomew Eads
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Age: 32
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Mar 14, 2020 5:46:40 GMT -8
"I told you once that the trees sing here," he said in reassurance to her question, "They also seem to spread rumors."
Bart was giving the trees a dirty glance and the leaves danced with that seemed like laughter, if one was in a guessing mood. Despite such he'd yet to answer Story nor answer Fianna about the crown quite yet. His hesitation was born from rumor. He knew of it, but he did not like where it was located.
"The Crown is a sign of power, weaved of the branches of the original tree, adorned with gifts from the wood nymphs. Flowers that will not wilt or die even in the harshest of colds. The elves sang to it, both high and wood in order to give it their blessing. It was born of the one time that everyone came together to crown the first queen, to bring this place into a true collective. Where all were in agreement."
Bart had been told the stories from his mother, and she carried the history well.
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Story
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Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Timeless
Physical Description: Story is many things, but nothing, a spirit and yet real enough to the eye.
Allegiances: The Throne of Usque
Registered: Mar 2, 2020 18:18:04 GMT -8
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Post by Story on Mar 14, 2020 5:50:19 GMT -8
"You speak of it well Barthlomew Eads. If you know the story of it then you must know of the location."
Story had bristled at the laughter of the forest, rose to it, his shoulders straightened and some of the strain in his features eased. It gave him more strength to hear it so amused. He did not wait on either to answer taking the rhetorical question and expanding upon it, "Deep in the heart of the forest, it lies within the husk of the original tree. It is surrounded by the darkest of what was once bright."
Witches, trolls, some orc, nothing rested there but the darkest of the of this world, that which protected the Crown, albeit unknowingly.
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Fianna
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Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Post by Fianna on Mar 14, 2020 17:49:03 GMT -8
Fianna continued to sit in relative silence, listening to the conversation at hand. She pulled the blanket closer and kept her head on the shoulder of the one she loved, peering toward Story in open curiosity for the topic being spoken of. Eventually, she grew curious enough to ask, "Who is being crowned?" Not that she knew of anyone from these parts. But the forest was already whispering the name of the girl who was now on her way to be baptized in the river Usque and blessed by the hands of the nymphs.
"Oh... Tell me of Tana the Tongue-tied..." she murmured, sitting up and apparently now having a conversation with the forest. "Oh... I see... So she is young and pure." Like Fia was.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
Registered: Nov 8, 2019 11:40:55 GMT -8
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Mar 15, 2020 16:59:40 GMT -8
Fianna speaking so openly to the forest surprised Bart, enough that he glanced her direction uncertain, he heard them as well, but her openly hearing them, and so quickly, was surprising. Children heard best for they were open to the wonder of the world. Adults heard less than they should, he heard most because he attempted to do so. Newcomers needed the innocence of a bright heart to hear them so easily. It made him smile to think of it as she replied to them.
“What they do not say is the place that they are willing us to go as well is very dangerous.”
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Story
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Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Timeless
Physical Description: Story is many things, but nothing, a spirit and yet real enough to the eye.
Allegiances: The Throne of Usque
Registered: Mar 2, 2020 18:18:04 GMT -8
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Post by Story on Mar 15, 2020 17:01:57 GMT -8
Story watched the girl intently. He would have asked Barthlomew and hoped his heart had not changed from his travels but he might have been wrong. He did question whether he was truly pure, enough that when he tested Fianna it was with the hope she would pass and provide an alternative. He might have asked Tana herself to do so but to send her off on such a dangerous quest before she was queen would be dangerous. He wanted the presentation to be before the coronation at any rate.
“Dangerous to those who do not know the forest,” he agreed with Barthlomew, he was downplaying the danger, Bart would know it, Fianna might not, but the expression on the young mans face of incredulity would give it away.
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Fianna
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Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Post by Fianna on Mar 15, 2020 17:35:23 GMT -8
She looked at Bart and then Story with some curiosity again. "Dangerous? It seems the forest chose Tana the Tongue-Tied, I think she would be open more to helping us against the dangers for the sake of the queen." She had decided that the Usque was a "her" - which probably would make sense to some. "I was not born as part of these lands but I love a man who is. That would make me part of the land now, wouldn't it? And in turn, Tana would be my queen?"
Fia paused to let it sink in, and then elaborated on what she was speaking of. "That means it is my duty to be in service of the queen, for I plan to pledge my allegiance to the one that Bart will... In other words, I shall get this crown on my own if I must. Except... I wouldn't be alone because Bart would never allow that." She smiled.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
Registered: Nov 8, 2019 11:40:55 GMT -8
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Mar 17, 2020 15:15:20 GMT -8
Bart had thought Story was up to something, and there it was, he was playing off of the kindness of the woman that was next to him. Her discussing it so openly was what made him realize he should have shot at the blasted deer. Story was right not to choose him, because while he would do anything to protect Fianna she would go to great lengths but not harm another. It made her a pure heart while his was trained to be harder.
His expression was slightly soured but he would sigh as Fianna looked at him expectantly, “If you insist on being of service then I will go with you, of course, I would never let you run into danger without at least chasing after you.”
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Story
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Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Timeless
Physical Description: Story is many things, but nothing, a spirit and yet real enough to the eye.
Allegiances: The Throne of Usque
Registered: Mar 2, 2020 18:18:04 GMT -8
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Post by Story on Mar 17, 2020 15:26:55 GMT -8
“Do not be mad Barthlomew Eads, if you did not have another to consider than you might have taken the charge on your own, but seeing as you do this time I had to rely on the kindness of a lady,” Story was grinning. There was no other word for the derisive way that his lips were turned upward in the unusual form. It still pained him but the forest granted him strength, after all they believed in what he wished for them to do.
“The trees will guide you, and save you as much trouble as they can.”
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Fianna
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Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Registered: Nov 10, 2019 11:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Fianna on Mar 17, 2020 17:00:04 GMT -8
"The trees chose the queen," she said simply, "Of course they will." She patted at Bart's arm gently as he acquiesced on the matter and said he would go with her. She knew he would. And then Fia looked to the elf with a tilted head. He was using her in a way, she knew it... But she was willing to risk her neck for the greater good of her new home. "This is important," she murmured, "If unconventional. It seems you weren't the only one who wanted me to do this." She gestured toward the forest to the whispering trees.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
Registered: Nov 8, 2019 11:40:55 GMT -8
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Mar 17, 2020 17:12:34 GMT -8
Bleeding hearts and all Barthlomew knew the importance of this, of a new Queen, it meant trouble ahead. Trouble that would ask for his attendance even if he wished not to give it. That was part of the agreement of living within the realm of the forest. Fianna was already falling into the trap of having a liege to give in to. The name of the woman gave him some hope, there was a reason she was called such and he hoped the forest had chosen well.
“They want acceptance,” Bart echoed feeling it in his bones. He’d lived here too long not to know it, “It was the reason I left was to provide my home with more protection, with a barrier that would keep out those who mean any harm.”
The dwarves had attempted to manipulate the stone of the elves, but thankfully it was unmolested, it would return to its rightful place in the barrier tree of his home and provide his people with safety, “But I will not abandon the rest either. We will go but I ask that you take it to them, Story, in my absence.”
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Story
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Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Timeless
Physical Description: Story is many things, but nothing, a spirit and yet real enough to the eye.
Allegiances: The Throne of Usque
Registered: Mar 2, 2020 18:18:04 GMT -8
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Post by Story on Mar 17, 2020 17:14:19 GMT -8
“No, so much rides on this new Queen’s shoulders,” Story agreed while also acquiescing to the request of one of those he asked to complete a task, “I shall take it in your stead. It has been long since I have seen your mother, I should like to speak with her as well.”
It worked in his favor then it seemed, the strange creature sitting across the fire from them, reflected so oddly in its light, would be now another messenger and a carrier for this object so to speak.
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Fianna
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Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Post by Fianna on Mar 18, 2020 16:22:04 GMT -8
It seemed that there was adventure to be had in the wake of misadventure. Fia was sure that whoever this new queen was had been chosen for a good reason. The forest had been speaking to Fianna almost the whole conversation in a myriad of whispering. It would seem that the situation was coming to a head after centuries of trouble.
“And you think this crown will unify the people of the forest,” she murmured, not questioning. The forest seemed to whisper in agreement that this crown would be the right thing for the young queen to wear in the wake of this new choice that was made. There were countless people counting on Tana the Tongue-Tied to be the right choice.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
Registered: Nov 8, 2019 11:40:55 GMT -8
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Mar 19, 2020 11:14:47 GMT -8
"Even I agree with him for once," Bart would sigh at the belief in it, "It is a legend of this forest, one that is passed down through generations. As a boy I learned of the crown itself, how it was forged, how it brought the command of everyone within the forest."
Bart replaced his hand around Fianna's shoulders kissing the top of her forehead half on her hair. He could hear the forest as well. He would have agreed if it had not been for the fact he felt protective of Fianna. He valued her safety first.
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Story
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Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Timeless
Physical Description: Story is many things, but nothing, a spirit and yet real enough to the eye.
Allegiances: The Throne of Usque
Registered: Mar 2, 2020 18:18:04 GMT -8
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Post by Story on Mar 19, 2020 11:18:28 GMT -8
Story was hardly innocent. There was nothing it in the way that he strove to achieve his own means. He worked in deception when necessary, lies when he felt it appropriate, and at times riddles. He had used what he believed would work in order to find a way to make things happen. He himself could have retrieved the crown but it would have been seen as a lack of a true quest. The forest would make way for them, they would not make way for the two before them in such a manner. At least not all creatures.
"It is made of the magic of all creatures living here, it is hard to resist the symbolism within it."
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Fianna
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Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Post by Fianna on Mar 19, 2020 15:28:08 GMT -8
"Then all the more reason for me to accept this task," she said softly, leaning against Bart as he kissed her forehead. She was of a mind to get up and get this done and over with, but they could not do it yet. They still had to rest for the night and come up with a plan of action as to how to get the crown in question. Tana the Tongue-Tied would be crowned in due time, but she had her own mission to do before she could be queen. "Tana has to travel to be baptized in the River Usque in the village she was born in before she can be coronated. That gives us time." Gee, the forest sure was talkative, wasn't it?
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Barthlomew Eads
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Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Mar 21, 2020 5:37:38 GMT -8
Bart was about ready to strangle some trees. It was not shown outwardly or expressed in any way shape or form, lest he upset them and his home was here and it was the last thing that he wanted. Therefore he chose to keep Fianna held just as tightly but not in a way that was suffocating as she decided this journey would be the one thing they would do here to establish peace. He knew it was not the only thing that would happen, he had not left home without any fear for his people at all.
"It does," he finally said with a sigh.
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Story
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Age: Timeless
Physical Description: Story is many things, but nothing, a spirit and yet real enough to the eye.
Allegiances: The Throne of Usque
Registered: Mar 2, 2020 18:18:04 GMT -8
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Post by Story on Mar 21, 2020 5:44:38 GMT -8
"It does."
The difference in how they both said those two little words was a perfect representation of how both felt about the journey in general. Story had the sort of shit-eating grin about getting his way that was undeniable. He rose to his feet as well moving towards Gem's saddle. Bart made no move to stop him as he went through his saddle-bags. He emerged with something wrapped in crushed velvet which he opened from the top. Fianna would catch the sparkling of a gem cast from the fire.
"This is magnificent."
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Fianna
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Post by Fianna on Mar 23, 2020 7:05:02 GMT -8
As exciting as everything was, she was starting to feel as if she couldn't keep her eyes open. After all, it was terribly late by that point. She went quiet, even stopped listening to the sounds of the trees as they whispered. She was about to nod off when she saw the sparkling gem. Her eyes popped open wider and she stared. Indeed, it was beautiful, whatever it was. "What is that?" she asked in curiosity, glancing between the two men wondering what was going on now.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Age: 32
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Mar 28, 2020 12:17:03 GMT -8
"It's a dwarven star," Bart answered feeling her lean into him and catching her sleepiness. Story would be leaving with it and making sure it returned to his people safely, "One of the oldest stones crafted and drawn from the rock without ornamentation. It holds and can draw in energy. It will function as a focusing point for the power around my home and its shield. It will magnify it."
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Story
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Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Timeless
Physical Description: Story is many things, but nothing, a spirit and yet real enough to the eye.
Allegiances: The Throne of Usque
Registered: Mar 2, 2020 18:18:04 GMT -8
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Post by Story on Mar 28, 2020 12:22:14 GMT -8
Story moved it from hand to hand tilting it back and forth to observe the color. He brought it closer to the fire the color so bright and red but light moved through it as if it were clear. The case a blushing light on his pale features and across them, "A rare find Bartholmew Eads."
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