Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Jun 13, 2020 20:09:00 GMT -8
Emahra had thought her wandering days were over. Sadly, it didn't appear to be so. Not long after her return to Isra, she'd begun to feel a restlessness. A dissatisfaction. She was no longer content to remain in the city, showing her face wherever the Empress needed her to stand and be impressive, or as a mind to prod at for political resource. She needed more than that.
The only problem was, she didn't know what that 'more' was. And so she'd struck out on her own, leaving behind Takhana, her companion from her prior travels. Instead, this time, it was naught but herself, her white mare, and the white direwolf that was perpetually at her side. And of course, her blade -- it was as near to a companion as either creature. After seeing to her horse, she proceeded into the inn proper, right hand resting on the wolf's head and left on her blade's hilt. No doubt the tall blue-haired Elf with the big sword would've gotten looks anyway, she still did even in Isra itself, but out here in the middle of nowhere? She drew eyes more than the inn did birds.
Settling at a table, she leaned back in her chosen chair and breathed a weary sigh. She needed a hot meal, strong ale, and a soft bed. In that order.
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Kaden Volknir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 25
Physical Description: Lithe and of average height, maybe a hair under six feet at most, Kaden is in good shape though he lacks the mighty thews of some of his brethren. This is likely due to his higher than normal amount of elven blood which gives him angular high boned features and slightly pointed ears. He is also possessed of hair as red as flame which he's grown out to shoulder length, another rarity among the Volknir men.
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Clothes and Equipment: A leather cuirass, a bastard sword, sturdy green travelling cloak, lute, and standard travelling gear.
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Registered: Sept 10, 2017 10:10:10 GMT -8
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Post by Kaden Volknir on Jun 15, 2020 8:03:27 GMT -8
The room was currently being filled with the kind of light tavern music that people enjoyed early in the evening. It was soft and pleasant without demanding attention, no lyrics to draw in a crowd just yet instead just gentle strumming from a lute that provided background ambiance. Still, to a trained ear the skill of the player was obvious for he was not playing any familiar song, instead, he was freestyling through various chords stringing them together into a cohesive pattern with expert skill.
The set ends and the man gets up to take his break. Slinging his lute over his shoulder he heads to the bar first getting a cup of water which he takes over to Emahra's table. He doesn't ask first he settles down and takes a sip from his cup. When he sat, he'd slung his lute into his lap and he sets to tuning it. "My apologies for the intrusion." His voice was a bit of a surprise considering his frame. A deep resonate baritone at slight odds with how lithe he was.
"But it is not often a travelling bard has chance to speak with one of your personage." No point in beating about the bush it seemed, he knew who she was and he would not hide that he had approached because of that. But he doesn't start battering her with questions, instead, he strums his lute and listens to the sound making small adjustments with the pegs.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Jun 15, 2020 17:43:31 GMT -8
The lute music was noticed, of course. With the keen hearing of the Elvenkind, it was impossible for her to miss. She just.. didn't pay super close attention to it. She had other things on her mind, after all. Which is undoubtedly why it she didn't notice when it stopped, or realize that someone was approaching her table until the musician himself settled into the chair at her side. Lifting her golden gaze from the table, her brows curved upward in surprise.
There were, unfortunately, many rumors flying around about Emahra Untyrid. One of them being that she was a cold woman who wanted nothing to do with other people. That was quite far from the truth. Ema was just a little reserved, and her speech was rather formal, which led people to believe she was standoffish and cool. Few rarely approached her as a result. Perhaps the bard would be surprised by the smile that appeared on her face as he spoke, because he clearly knew who she was.
"No apologies necessary. Had I disdained the idea of company, it hardly would have been prudent for me to enter such an establishment."
Her head tilted thoughtfully as she eyed the self-professed bard. Well, that certainly explained why he'd chosen to sit with her. Probably wanted to hear about some of her exploits firsthand, maybe compose an epic poem or some such.
"Since you know who I am, may I ask your name, sir bard?"
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Kaden Volknir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 25
Physical Description: Lithe and of average height, maybe a hair under six feet at most, Kaden is in good shape though he lacks the mighty thews of some of his brethren. This is likely due to his higher than normal amount of elven blood which gives him angular high boned features and slightly pointed ears. He is also possessed of hair as red as flame which he's grown out to shoulder length, another rarity among the Volknir men.
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Clothes and Equipment: A leather cuirass, a bastard sword, sturdy green travelling cloak, lute, and standard travelling gear.
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Registered: Sept 10, 2017 10:10:10 GMT -8
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Post by Kaden Volknir on Jun 16, 2020 6:29:16 GMT -8
"You would be surprised at how many enter these establishments to show others how good they are at being alone."
Kaden says a note of wry humour in his tone as he speaks. He had seen more than one person sit in a shadowy corner with their hood drawn rebuffing any attempt to share their table. More often than not they were waiting for the right company but sometimes they were just there to show off, as near as he could tell. He finishes tuning his lute once again, it was a solid piece of work but at odds with his skill. The lute of a bard of middling means.
"I am Kaden of the Volknir, travelling Skald." He intones softly giving her a slight bow from his seated position. Skald was the term for bard common in the northern lands though it also contained connotations of wise men and mysticism. "A pleasure to meet you Lady Untyrid. If it is not impertinent of me to ask, what brings you to this inn with the look of a woman dissatisfied with her lot?" The young man was clearly quite perceptive if he could tell something plagues her from a glance.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Jun 18, 2020 18:28:30 GMT -8
"Oh, not at all. I knew a few individuals like that, once. However, I never said such actions would be prudent."
The curve of her lips turned a bit wry as she said this, her gaze sparkling with good humor. She hadn't chosen some shadowy out-of-the-way corner, after all. In fact her table was rather in the thick of things, which was how Ema liked it. She preferred the bustle and activity of these places. It was oddly relaxing, in a way. And she enjoyed meeting new people, which is why she seemed quite interested in him, her attention fixed solidly on him while he spoke. Then she huffed a soft laugh.
"A pleasure, Sir Kaden, although you rather surprise me with how perceptive you are."
Falling silent for a moment, she idly ran her fingers through the soft fur of the wolf who had laid down on the floor beside her chair. Even laying down, the direwolf's head was even with her waist, and his golden eyes gazed at the bard with keen intelligence. She finally sighed, and spoke.
"I feel.. out of place. Serving the Empress is not as fulfilling as I had hoped it would be, and I feel.. listless. Without purpose or direction. It does not sit well with me. I have struck out in hopes of finding my new destiny, since the one I had always believed would be mine is far beyond my reach."
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Kaden Volknir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 25
Physical Description: Lithe and of average height, maybe a hair under six feet at most, Kaden is in good shape though he lacks the mighty thews of some of his brethren. This is likely due to his higher than normal amount of elven blood which gives him angular high boned features and slightly pointed ears. He is also possessed of hair as red as flame which he's grown out to shoulder length, another rarity among the Volknir men.
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Clothes and Equipment: A leather cuirass, a bastard sword, sturdy green travelling cloak, lute, and standard travelling gear.
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Registered: Sept 10, 2017 10:10:10 GMT -8
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Post by Kaden Volknir on Jun 19, 2020 5:37:15 GMT -8
"Perception is perhaps the most underrated skill of a skald," Kaden says his deep voice rumbling with amusement as he grins at the woman. "Be it reading a crowd, a potential patron, or an innkeeper being able to tell what another is thinking is how we best ensure we eat for another day." Which was something that he was sure that she could appreciate the truth of with her involvement in politics. The rewards for victory might be different but the idea was the same, you wanted people to think favourably of you so you could get what you want.
The young man absorbs what she says with a thoughtful expression his fingers travelling back to the strings of his lute. He strums a single pure chord and then another before he responds. "It sounds to me that you are looking for a quest. Your position has made you feel less like a warrior and more like a bauble on a shelf to be taken out and paraded when needed." He says as he strums another chord. "I'll admit, that has my curiosity piqued."
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Jun 19, 2020 18:28:45 GMT -8
Though she knew little of the life of a bard, the sentiment he expressed was one Ema could definitely appreciate, as it certainly reminded her of navigating the battlefield of politics. Perhaps he understood that, and in consideration of this possibility, she tipped an invisible glass toward him in a silent toast of commiseration. And then she was nodding firmly in agreement. He understood!
"Exactly. I need to do something worthwhile. Not just be shown off when my presence is useful."
She would never say a word against Naoki directly. She still held great fondness for the Empress, after all. But that didn't change the fact that she'd been replaced in her most useful duties, relegated to no more than an impressive figure with knowledge and some political clout.. and a building named after her. Tapping the tip of her index finger twice against the table's surface, her brow furrowed slightly as she continued.
"It is why I am here. Inns and taverns are excellent places to find tasks that need doing. It is my hope that if I go to enough of them, I will find some sort of mission that will inspire me. Have you heard of any such thing?"
A look of eager hope appeared on her face. Bards always knew the best things, and perhaps she'd lucked out in meeting him.
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Kaden Volknir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 25
Physical Description: Lithe and of average height, maybe a hair under six feet at most, Kaden is in good shape though he lacks the mighty thews of some of his brethren. This is likely due to his higher than normal amount of elven blood which gives him angular high boned features and slightly pointed ears. He is also possessed of hair as red as flame which he's grown out to shoulder length, another rarity among the Volknir men.
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Clothes and Equipment: A leather cuirass, a bastard sword, sturdy green travelling cloak, lute, and standard travelling gear.
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Registered: Sept 10, 2017 10:10:10 GMT -8
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Post by Kaden Volknir on Jun 20, 2020 15:18:21 GMT -8
"Ah, the classic of the wandering adventurer," Kaden says as he strikes a chord. It rings out pure and strong through the inn and he harmonizes with it for a moment, no words just his deep rumbling baritone matching the pitch of the chord until it dwindles.
"I may have heard of something that may just fit your needs Lady Untyrid." He says after he is finished the note clearly having been meant both to test his lute, his voice, and center his thoughts. "But in return, I would ask a boon. It seems to me what you do may be worthy of a song so I would like to accompany you. Is that agreeable?"
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Jun 20, 2020 17:52:43 GMT -8
The smile that appeared in response to his words was a slightly crooked one, which when paired with the tilt of her head and the gesture of her hand, seemed to say, 'Just so.' He clearly understood what was bothering her. Although she'd been raised to be a queen as a child, she'd spent most of her adulthood adventuring, preparing herself for her eventual return to Kehl-Nari. It had never happened, and she'd thought to find a similar purpose in aiding Naoki in Isra, but it just wasn't enough now.
She visibly perked up when he spoke of finding something that suited her needs, but at his words, she couldn't help a chuckle.
"I will agree to this gladly, on one condition. You must stop calling me Lady Untyrid. If we are to be traveling companions, I ask that you call me Emahra -- and though it would please me to call you Kaden in return, I do not insist upon it."
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Kaden Volknir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 25
Physical Description: Lithe and of average height, maybe a hair under six feet at most, Kaden is in good shape though he lacks the mighty thews of some of his brethren. This is likely due to his higher than normal amount of elven blood which gives him angular high boned features and slightly pointed ears. He is also possessed of hair as red as flame which he's grown out to shoulder length, another rarity among the Volknir men.
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Clothes and Equipment: A leather cuirass, a bastard sword, sturdy green travelling cloak, lute, and standard travelling gear.
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Registered: Sept 10, 2017 10:10:10 GMT -8
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Post by Kaden Volknir on Jun 21, 2020 5:36:23 GMT -8
There is an ever so slight quirking of his lips at this and his response is said with just an undertone of amusement. "Considering how hard it would be to find rhymes for Emahra and Untyrid, do not be surprised if I start calling you Ema." The quirking of his lips turns into a crooked smile and he nods. "And you can feel free to call me Kaden. Volknir is a clan name and one I rarely go by in any rate."
The skald extends a hand to her waiting for her to shake before he says. "We have an accord and I shall live up to my end of the bargain. I've heard tale of a small village to the south and east that finds itself best by a bandit chief. A swift sword and sonorous song may be just what they need."
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Jun 23, 2020 19:16:45 GMT -8
"I know, my name is hardly lyrical. Ema it shall be."
This was said with a good-natured laugh. She knew her name was somewhat awkward, and some people seemed to have trouble with the pronunciation of both given and family name. Ema was just fine, in her opinion, especially as she rather liked this bard's temperament. She had the feeling they would get along rather swimmingly during this adventure they were about to embark upon, one sealed by a warm handshake as Ema placed her hand in Kaden's.
His explanation of the task before them made her brows drawn downward slightly in thought, creating a small furrow between them as she considered. A village waylaid by bandits? They must be large in number or formidably armed, she supposed. After a few moments of consideration, she nodded firmly.
"So it shall be. If you have no objections, I propose we depart for this village in the morning. Have you a horse?"
If not, Ema was no stranger to walking, and her own mare could be used to carry supplies. But the faster they got there, the better, so she was hoping his answer would be in the affirmative.
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Kaden Volknir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 25
Physical Description: Lithe and of average height, maybe a hair under six feet at most, Kaden is in good shape though he lacks the mighty thews of some of his brethren. This is likely due to his higher than normal amount of elven blood which gives him angular high boned features and slightly pointed ears. He is also possessed of hair as red as flame which he's grown out to shoulder length, another rarity among the Volknir men.
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Clothes and Equipment: A leather cuirass, a bastard sword, sturdy green travelling cloak, lute, and standard travelling gear.
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Registered: Sept 10, 2017 10:10:10 GMT -8
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Post by Kaden Volknir on Jun 24, 2020 5:33:23 GMT -8
With their pact sealed Kaden offers her a slight grin. The man had a bit of a stoic streak in him but it was not so pronounced that he couldn't show his happiness at getting a simple favour from another. The crowd begins to grow restless and he pushes to his feet.
"My apologies Ema but I have no horse. Such luxury was not common in my lands and those who had such beasts used them for farming not riding. But if you've no trouble walking than I am sure we can still make it to the village within a two-day span."
He then shifts and heads back to his stool once he has her answer.
The night had grown late and the drink had flowed freely. The crowd was ready for more boisterous songs and Kaden was soon singing about a milkmaid who chased a weasel around town, the songs lyrics the kind that made a child laugh while the undertones were bawdy enough for those who were gathered to get a laugh.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Jun 26, 2020 18:53:50 GMT -8
"Not at all, my feet have walked countless steps, they can walk a few more."
It was said with a smile and a soft chuckle as she waved Kaden away. She wasn't about to keep him from his audience, after all. Looking down at Kalas, she gently skritched behind the wolf's ears and spoke to him in a quiet murmur.
"It seems we have a new traveling companion again, Kalas. You must not scare him away, yes?"
The wolf let his tongue loll out one side of his mouth as he panted softly, gazing adoringly up at the elf, who shook her head with a smile. Despite seeming like a big puppy, he was a staunch defender of his mistress, and she meant the words in all seriousness. Raising her amber gaze, she watched Kaden perform in relative silence, speaking up only to purchase a drink and a meal for herself, and a bowl of water and a leg of pork for Kalas. She'd remain in her seat, people-watching and thinking, until it grew very late, when she'd rise and stretch before asking after a room, intent on sleeping for a few hours, only to rise with the sun.
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Kaden Volknir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 25
Physical Description: Lithe and of average height, maybe a hair under six feet at most, Kaden is in good shape though he lacks the mighty thews of some of his brethren. This is likely due to his higher than normal amount of elven blood which gives him angular high boned features and slightly pointed ears. He is also possessed of hair as red as flame which he's grown out to shoulder length, another rarity among the Volknir men.
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Clothes and Equipment: A leather cuirass, a bastard sword, sturdy green travelling cloak, lute, and standard travelling gear.
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Registered: Sept 10, 2017 10:10:10 GMT -8
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Post by Kaden Volknir on Jun 27, 2020 5:40:34 GMT -8
Kaden played until the wee hours of the morning until the last drunken trapper was finally drummed out by the inn keep so the owner could get some rest. When it was all said and done Kaden headed up to the room he'd been given, which was a nice change of pace since most innkeepers tried to give him a stall in the stable, and he spends some time caring for his lute before going to bed.
Despite himself, he is up at the crack of dawn when the rooster crows. He was not normally up so early after a hard night's work but he suspects that Emahra was the type to be up with the sun and he would not be left behind. Writing an original song about a famous lady could be his chance at entering the halls of legend. Like any bard writing, such a song was his dream and he would not give it up lightly.
Thus Emahra would find him in the common room shortly after she arrived herself. The man immediately asking after a hearty breakfast. He felt sick but he knew that would pass and he would be grateful for a belly full of bacon, eggs, toast, and porridge before the day was done. He is not in the most talkative mood but he does sit down next to her before he digs into his food finding his appetite after the first few bites.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Jun 27, 2020 17:34:21 GMT -8
Admittedly, Emahra was somewhat surprised to see Kaden up so early. She'd resolved to wait for him to rise before departing, but the beaming grin she gave him when she saw him up was proof enough of her approval. She ordered a light breakfast for herself, whatever fruit they had, some bread and tea with honey, water and some beef for Kalas.
No doubt Kaden would be grateful that Ema was perceptive, and despite her eagerness to be on their way, she abstained from bothering him with conversation, instead focusing on her breakfast and letting him wake up in his own time. She chose instead to look at a map she'd purchased the day before, trying to figure out where they were in relation to this village he'd mentioned and Isra itself. Usually her sense of direction was impeccable, but this far out in the middle of nowhere... Well, even she wasn't infallible.
Once they were done eating, she stood and looked questioningly at Kaden.
"Shall we be off, then?"
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Kaden Volknir
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 25
Physical Description: Lithe and of average height, maybe a hair under six feet at most, Kaden is in good shape though he lacks the mighty thews of some of his brethren. This is likely due to his higher than normal amount of elven blood which gives him angular high boned features and slightly pointed ears. He is also possessed of hair as red as flame which he's grown out to shoulder length, another rarity among the Volknir men.
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Clothes and Equipment: A leather cuirass, a bastard sword, sturdy green travelling cloak, lute, and standard travelling gear.
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Registered: Sept 10, 2017 10:10:10 GMT -8
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Post by Kaden Volknir on Jun 28, 2020 15:55:11 GMT -8
The silence was appreciated as his head was pounding. He'd mostly gotten Greyson Bitter last night, which was the agreed name for water he'd set up with the tavern keeper. Some people liked to show their appreciation for the music by buying drinks for the bard rather than tipping in coin. So whenever a drink was offered he asked for a Greyson Bitter, the barkeep charged the price of ale and then they split the profits at the end of the night 70-30 in Kaden's favour since the inn keep could easily keep the coin and there wasn't much Kaden could do, even if all of it was by rights his. Despite that, he'd also had some actual ale, just enough to keep him as loose as the crowd needed him to be and he needed to recover.
"I'm ready."
Kaden says once he's finished eating and he'd taken a quick trip outside to use the privy. He'd also splashed his face with water and done his best to clean up the grim from a nights sweat before he hit the road and acquired more.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Jun 28, 2020 17:38:13 GMT -8
"Excellent."
Emahra settled her bill with the innkeeper before proceeding outside, making for the stable to tend to her mare. By the time Kaden was ready to leave, she'd given the horse some oats and let her drink her fill of water, and saddled her up once more. The reins now looped about her hand, she looked at Kaden as he reappeared, and nodded firmly.
"Good. But first, introductions. This is Kalas. Kalas, this is Kaden."
She gestured to the wolf, and then to Kaden. Standing, the white-furred lupine's shoulders came even with Emahra's waist, making him an imposing figure. Especially as he stepped forward, intelligent golden eyes shining, to stretch out his head and sniff inquisitively at Kaden. After several long moments of absorbing the bard's scent, the wolf stepped back and lowered his head slightly. Ema nodded, seeming satisfied by this; Kalas was her companion and protector, and she'd have reconsidered this whole thing if he'd sensed something about Kaden he didn't like.
"Let us be on our way, yes?"
With that, Ema began to walk away, leading her mare with Kalas at her other side.
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