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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Post by Kaden Volknir on Aug 27, 2020 4:41:26 GMT -8
"I was just trying to figure out how we might subvert expectations." He says as he follows her to the door. It was indeed locked but there was no sound coming from the other side of it. "I'll admit this is not my usual forte." Kaden continues in a soft whisper. "I'm used to telling stories, not living them." Which was his way of saying that he was just trying to stay alive but that he trusted her judgement more than his own.
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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 Aug 27, 2020 17:53:26 GMT -8
"I hear nothing. I do not think there is anything behind them. We are being herded, but we are not unaware like cattle."
She murmured her reply, then pulled away from the door and proceeded to the large central door, readying her grip on her blade before attempting to ease the door open and peer cautiously through the gap.
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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 Aug 27, 2020 17:58:16 GMT -8
Naturally, the door theatrically swung open the moment she touched it. The room on the other side could be described in no other way than throne room. With large tapestries hanging from the wall, golden braziers lighting the floor, a long carpet leading up to a highback gilt chair. On which sat an elven woman, with hair as black as night, skin as pale as snow, and eyes like two pools of the abyss with a single flame burning at their core. "How nice of you to come." She says in her cruel haunting voice.
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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 Aug 28, 2020 16:36:33 GMT -8
She tensed as the door swung open, preparing for an assault. What she was not expecting, however, was to see what amounted to an audience hall, complete with a gaudy throne at one end. Seeing that the woman who had done all this was an Elf filled Emahra with a burning rage. She knew not all Elves were good, but it never failed to infuriate her when those of the elder races did evil. They were supposed to be better than that, enlightened thanks to their longevity! And it reminded her far too much of the Argentai, who had destroyed not only themselves, but the Kehl-Nari and the Ethinians. Anger surged through her, and had she been capable of such a reaction, she felt certain her braid would've bristled like a cat's tail as she moved forward, her tone full of righteous anger.
"Your theatrics are just as uninspired as your atrocities upon this village. Surrender now and I may allow you to live."
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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 Aug 28, 2020 16:50:10 GMT -8
"Let me." The elf on the throne drawls out lazily conversationally. "Get this straight. You've come to the very heart of my power and you think you get to deliver the ultimatums here?" She says with a snort of amusement as Kaden turns and sees that there were a lot of those knights filing into the room behind them. Lining up along the sides of the carpet like courtiers. "Because from where I am sitting my dear, I think that is my job." She says with a wicked chuckle. "Surrender now and I promise to leave you as a beautiful corpse when I reanimate you as a death knight to lead my armies."
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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 Aug 29, 2020 18:46:50 GMT -8
Emahra's ears twitched toward the sounds of the undead knights filling the room, and her gaze darted briefly from one side to the other. Admittedly, the odds weren't good, but she'd faced worse. Tightening her grip on her blade, her eyes turned back toward the necromancer, and her lips pursed into a thin line. Almost unconsciously, she recognized the Blade was reacting to her emotions, and had begun to draw energy into itself, the gem in the pommel pulsing slowly.
"Since you have refused my offer, I will now make you a promise: Your evil will come to an end in this room."
[Charge 1]
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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 Aug 30, 2020 13:07:43 GMT -8
"Well, I can prove you wrong on that rather easily."
The necromance says with a chuckle as she comes to her feet and waves a hand.
"Kill her, but do try to keep her in one piece." The knights close in and advance, these were not starting out sluggish like the ones in the entry hall. That was a trap to lull people into a sense of security before they were suddenly stricken down. This group were strong and fast from the start, but more than that, they were coordinated advance on her with spears and shield like they might a wild beast.
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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 Sept 4, 2020 18:04:20 GMT -8
Emahra hated going on the defense, but as a lone female with a very large sword, it was something she was used to doing. Being an Elf helped a great deal, as the inherent grace and speed of her people made it easier for her to dance back from blows and deflect them. She wasn't trying to take them out at the moment -- it would be harder to fight a single extremely skilled opponent, rather than forge ahead with the plan that was now forming in her mind. As the pulsing of the gem in the Blade began to grow brighter and cycle faster, the air in the room began to stir slowly, like a gentle breeze in a meadow.
[Charge 2]
Emahra glanced around briefly for Kaden, hoping to see where he was and what he was doing, so she could incorporate him into her plot.. or...
"Kaden, run!"
If this ended up as bad as she feared it would, he really shouldn't be in the building.
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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 Sept 5, 2020 12:59:29 GMT -8
"I really didn't think I'd die like this."
Kaden mutters. His lute was useless so he'd drawn his sword, he was at her back ready to fight to the death with her. He didn't see any other option, after all, they were dozens of feet underground in the heart of the enemies fortress surrounded by elite troops. They were truly in a no-win situation and to add insult to injury, the necromancer had exited the room. Then Emahra yells at him to run and he looks at her with wide eyes.
"I'll not leave you to die alone even if I could."
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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 Sept 12, 2020 17:31:24 GMT -8
"If you seen an opportunity to escape, you had better damn well take it. A good death makes an heroic tale, too."
A couple of her own ancestors had been immortalized in such a manner, after all. Emahra wouldn't be the first Untyrid to die in the service of something noble. That was, of course, assuming she failed to pull off what she was working toward. She continued to deflect and dance away from any blows aimed her way, but she was now being careful to keep close to Kaden, her back to his so they could protect each other. And the pulsing glow of the gem in her sword began to brighten, its oscillating illumination cycling faster. The gentle breeze picked up, becoming stronger, and congregating toward the ceiling of the room.
[ Charge 3 ]
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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 Sept 13, 2020 5:38:28 GMT -8
Kaden was not the best fighter but he was a fine dancer. This was relevant as it meant that he stayed in step with Emahra without too much challenge. Managing to keep her back to his while stopping the death knights from stabbing her in it. He was good enough that as long as he was focused on defence he wasn't going to be overwhelmed. But that was a loser's game and he knew if he tried a counter he would wind up skewered.
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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 Sept 21, 2020 17:47:03 GMT -8
As good as she was, even Emahra wasn't infallible. She hissed as she took a slice to the thigh, and was only glad it didn't seem to hit anything major. The pain wasn't negligible, and a slight limp came into her step as she continued fighting, which she attempted to compensate for. But now that she'd taken her first injury, there was definitely a time limit on things, and she cast an anxious glance toward the gem on her sword. It was still pulsing more brightly and rapidly, almost as though a vibrant flame was flickering and growing larger in its depths, and as it did so, the wind above their heads began to whip and whistle, stirring their hair and tugging at the upper reaches of clothing. It would be soon, but the Blade's inherent abilities weren't ready quite yet.
[Charge 4]
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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 Sept 22, 2020 16:00:12 GMT -8
Kaden was fairing far worse than she. He had a cut on his leg and two on his arms, both of which were bleeding freely. He was slowing rapidly, he was in good shape and his lung capacity was impressive so his breathing was still easy enough. However, the blood loss was already starting to effect him and his sword was wavering in his hands with every blow he has to block instead of parry. "Ema!" He cries out as he sees a swingcoming in low right for stomach in the shoulder the blade cutting deep.
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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 Sept 22, 2020 18:20:17 GMT -8
At Kaden's cry, Emahra chanced a look over her shoulder just in time to see Kaden take a strike that was clearly meant for her. Her eyes widened as he went down, and she immediately moved to stand over him in a protective stance. Much as she would've loved to let the magic build longer, she was going to have to hope this would be enough. As the wind was now swirling and howling violently above them, she imagined when released, it would do exactly as she prayed. So as she yelled a word in her native tongue, she threw herself down on top of Kaden, covering his body with her own. The gem in her sword flared a brilliant blue, and the wind above their heads positively exploded into action. It was as though a collection of miniature cyclones was unleashed upon the room and those attacking the bard and Elf, picking them up and slamming them into walls, ceiling, floor, and columns with enough force to shatter bone and metal alike. Although intense, the magic was brief, and after less than a minute, it was over, the wind fading as the glow in the gem did.
Ema levered herself up off of Kaden as soon as the wind died, and set her Blade on the floor close at hand while she immediately moved to inspect his wound. Her eyes were tinged with concern, although her voice was calm, meant to soothe.
"I never should have let you come in here with me. Let us get you patched up, and then you must leave. I will press forward alone."
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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 Sept 23, 2020 16:01:10 GMT -8
The wound was deep but not serious. A large chunk cut from his side just below the ribs. It was bleeding heavily though and if not bandaged and treated he would die from the loss of blood and failing that gangreen. He grins at her though his expression is strained. "I don't think that is happening." He looks towards the exit and the door is barred and he would guess sealed. "And I don't think much of my chances if left here alone." He admits, he was already weakened but if she left him behind the necromancer could easily send one of her servants to finish the job. "Can you open the pouch on my left hip and get the stones out of it. I'm going to have to try something."
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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 Oct 4, 2020 17:03:26 GMT -8
Puzzled by his words, Emahra glanced at the door they'd come through, and upon seeing it barred and likely sealed, began to curse luridly in a tongue not of this world. She pressed one hand firmly to his wound, attempting to staunch the flow of blood, while her other dug into the pouch at his hip when he requested it, withdrawing the stones there. She looked at them askance, then at him, her gaze painted with worry and not a little guilt.
"What can I do to help?"
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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 Oct 5, 2020 14:06:27 GMT -8
"You have a leather bit I can hold onto with my teeth?"
He asks her as he rummages through the stones. It was a challenge for him, hard to focus on the runes but he finds the three he wants.
"Hold this one against my wound."
He says as he leans his head back and offers her one of the stones. Once she takes it he puts another on his forehead and the last over his heart.
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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 Oct 6, 2020 18:09:41 GMT -8
"Ah.. yes."
Suspecting what might be about to happen, Emahra unbuckled the magical sheath strapped to her back, and after a bit of finagling, removed a small loop of leather from the harness, which she then offered to Kaden. When he was ready, she tucked it between his teeth, after accepting the stone he indicated and holding it against his wound. Magical healing had always disturbed her, mostly because she knew how awful it could feel sometimes, and she wasn't looking forward to what this was likely going to do to him. But she knew they couldn't continue as he was, and so she resolved to make the necromancer pay dearly, and swiftly, as soon as Kaden was on his feet.
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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 Oct 7, 2020 5:59:35 GMT -8
"Thank you."
He says before bitting down on the leather. He puts one hand on the stone on his forehead the other on the one on his stomach. Then he starts to hum. This is done with some difficulty around the leather strap and it takes him a few moments but as he finds the right pitch Ema would see the stones begin to glow a blue that was becoming brighter. Eventually, they started emitting their own humming sound at disharmony with Kaden but as he kept humming the stones and he finally harmonized, the warmth from the stone in her hand almost too hot to hold now.
Then there is the echo of a single clear tone that seems to reverberate through the dungeon halls and Kaden jerks. His humming going to a barely muffled scream of pain as his entire body arches in pain leaping up under her hands as the wound in his side begins to knit closed on its own underneath the stone. The song the stones were singing continues becoming something otherworldly, yet strangely familiar, like a song Emahra had heard once long ago but couldn't quite remember. Then it was gone and he collapses back to the ground panting and sweating but fully healed.
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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 Oct 8, 2020 17:34:25 GMT -8
The humming was definitely disconcerting, even a little uncomfortable to her heightened Elven hearing, but to her credit, she didn't let it show. Nor did she display the pain of the heat from the stone she held, although she did grit her teeth so hard that her jaw began to ache. And then she was forced to try and keep from being thrown off of a straining Kaden. As soon as the magic faded, she yanked her hand away from the stone, and reached to carefully extract the loop of leather from between his teeth, before sliding it back onto the harness that bore her sheath, and buckling it onto her torso once more.
"That looked wholly unpleasant. Do you need water?"
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