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 Oct 9, 2020 16:47:44 GMT -8
Kaden gasps and coughs as she takes the leather from his mouth. It takes him several moments to get some semblance of sense back to him as he blinks and looks at her. She has to repeat her question before he nods accepting a skin and sipping from it slowly, swishing the liquid in his mouth before spitting it to the side. It was dyed red. "Wholly unpleasant is an apt description." He agrees.
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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 14, 2020 17:46:46 GMT -8
After repeating her question and receiving an affirmative response, she handed him her skin without question. His response earned a slight smirk.
"Magical healing is convenient, but sometimes not worth the price it exacts."
Once he was done with the skin, she took it back, securing it in its place once more. Thanks to the wind, her hair had begun to come loose from its plait, so she took it down, letting it unravel fully to her hips, then began to swiftly weave the luxurious blue strands once again. It took her little time, after many years of practice, and soon she was tying off the end once more, her gaze swinging back to him.
"Are you able to proceed?"
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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 15, 2020 14:32:10 GMT -8
"In this instance, I think it beats the alternative of trying to get out of here by myself while injured."
Kaden says with another cough before he pushes himself to his feet. He was favouring the side that didn't get stabbed but he was mobile under his own power.
"Are you ready to finish this?"
He asks her.
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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 17, 2020 17:58:18 GMT -8
"More than ready."
Her tone was grim, and it was clear that she intended to do everything she could to put an end to this blasted necromancer. Liberating the Blade from its sheath once more, and took off in the direction the necromancer had gone. She kept her pace somewhat slow, not wanting to tax Kaden too much, and kept part of her attention on him, listening for sounds of pain or distress. She wouldn't risk him any more than she already had.
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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 19, 2020 13:38:18 GMT -8
Kaden was actually walking better than she might have thought. The wound he'd suffered fully healed now and his strength returning. However, it wasn't to be an issue regardless as they sound found that the necromancer had fled. The door behind the throne room leading to a bedroom and from thence a secret exit that had stairs up to the surface. It appeared as though the dead knight squad had been her ace and she had no intention of risking her life in a final battle with Emahra.
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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 Nov 19, 2020 17:43:20 GMT -8
The revelation that the necromancer had distracted her with the death knights and fled was one that left her with mixed emotions. As she moved up the stairs, intent on making sure the necromancer was fully gone, she pondered what she would do now. But when they emerged into the rising light of dawn to a completely empty village filled with mist, she frowned.
"I failed."
It was said quietly, and with an air of resignation, as though she'd expected nothing different. It seemed that much of her life had been nothing but a series of failures, and this was just the most recent on the list. She hadn't killed the necromancer, and hadn't gotten justice for the people that lived there who had been so horribly abused in what was supposed to be a peaceful afterlife. Sighing, she sheathed the Blade, and raked her fingers back through her hair. Well what in the skies was she supposed to do now?
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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 Nov 20, 2020 16:16:55 GMT -8
"I would hardly call this a failure."
Kaden says with a grimace as he falls to the ground letting out a huff.
"A mixed victory. You retook the town and chased off the necromance. We can get to work clearing out and lingering zombies and see the dead buried." He muses as he looks at the empty buildings around them. "Perhaps this place can be resettled." He suggests
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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 Nov 24, 2020 18:06:34 GMT -8
"That is nice of you to say, but I swore justice for them. The necromancer has escaped. That is not justice."
Kaden was given a thin-lipped smile, but then her brow furrowed at his words. Do away with the last of the undead and bury the bodies. Of course. But resettling the village..? For some reason, that struck a chord within her. Her golden eyes turned toward the buildings again, seeing them in a new light. No longer empty and sad, but repaired, repainted, filled with new life and new purpose. Slowly, she nodded.
"Yes.. that is a good way to honor their memories. It is not justice, but it will do. Good thinking, Kaden. You should rest. I will do away with the last of the undead."
With new determination, she unlimbered her Blade and moved off to do one last sweep of the village.
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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 Nov 25, 2020 13:43:47 GMT -8
"Justice doesn't always mean an eye for an eye. More often than not, that's vengeance." There is a pause. "Though I agree, would have been better if we managed to put an end to her. I doubt she's going to leave it at just one village." He lets out a sigh, understanding why she was put out but there wasn't much to be done about it. Their foe had been dramatic but apparently not stupid so it was going to come up again, he had little doubt.
"Not bloody likely." Kaden says as she says she is going off on her own. "The last thing I need is for you to get killed by a stroke of ill-luck. You might be a better fighter than me but you can't say you aren't tired and if you die I am certainly next. I'll come along and make sure you don't fall to an unlucky hit."
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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 Nov 25, 2020 18:01:36 GMT -8
"Very well. I wish to end this."
She lingered just long enough for Kaden to catch up, then hurried into the streets of the village once more. There was a renewed vigor to her movements with the new purpose, and she seemed to crackle with energy as she ventured into every building and gradually eradicated the few lingering undead. Of course, the lengthy part now would be assembling and burying the bodies. But there was time for that.. it wasn't like they were going anywhere.
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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 Nov 26, 2020 18:05:39 GMT -8
It didn't take long to clear out what was left in the village. The vast majority of the undead had left with the necromancer apparently. There were only a few stragglers that had missed the command words. When it was all finally done Kaden wants nothing more than to collapse but he says with a groan. "Well, there was an inn down that street." He points. "We can stay there for the night and figure the rest out in the morning."
Assuming she is amicable that is what they would do. The inn still had it's been and a larder, most of the fresh foodstuff had already spoiled but they had a healthy supply of preserves. It would make a great base of operations as they worked on burying the dead. After that, well, it would be up to Emahra to decide what they did.
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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 Nov 26, 2020 18:43:04 GMT -8
Emahra took no pleasure in ending the last few undead, but she did it with a sort of resigned grace. When they were finished, and Kaden suggested they hole up in the inn for the night, all she could do was nod her tired acquiescence. She was already formulating a plan of how to get the village restored and on its feet again, and she fully intended to contact a couple of people who would be able to get the process rolling.. after a good night's rest.
When they arrived at the inn, she focused on rustling up some food for them, then made sure all vulnerable points of entry were secured.. just in case. Only then did she settle herself into one of the beds, her mind whirling, and seek out a restless slumber.
The following morning, the rising of the sun found her standing in front of the inn, looking out on the village while she nibbled on a few strawberries in a jar. Once the jar was empty, she set it aside, and stood there seemingly silent, but actually communicating via her telepathy gem. Whenever Kaden appeared, she slanted a look at him.
"Good. You are awake. I did not wish to commence with my plan until you were conscious and I could warn you."
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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 Nov 27, 2020 16:17:55 GMT -8
Kaden didn't help with the last bit of securing the inn. He had masked it well but he was exhausted. The magical healing may have left his body whole but it hadn't replenished his stamina. He collapsed into the first bed he'd found and slept soundly for a very long time.
The skald comes downstairs looking dishevelled and tired but in better shape than the day before. His response to her greeting is to grunt and hold up a single finger as he heads into the kitchen. She soon hears the sound of water bowling and after a minute he returns with a steaming cup of something and some trail bread. He slowly and methodically eats the bread by dunking it in his tea until it is all gone and by the time he is finished he looks more like a person and less like one of the undead.
"Sorry." He says once he is feeling well enough to speak. "What's the plan?"
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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 Nov 27, 2020 18:18:43 GMT -8
During the time he'd been in the kitchen, Emahra had enacted her plan. Several focusing circles she'd scratched into the ground with her Blade had lit up and were even now disgorging a horde of people carrying supplies. Some went to dig graves and collect the bodies, others were already repairing and repainting the houses around them. He might notice a man with dark brown hair leading a large group up toward the scorched church, and a tall woman with silver-grey skin, white hair, and black cloth over her eyes directing more in tasks. Ema turned to him, a small smile on her lips.
"I asked some friends for aid, and they were quite glad to come. With them, it should not take long at all to restore the village to rights, and to attract others to make it thrive again."
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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 Nov 28, 2020 15:35:52 GMT -8
Kaden looks at Emahra blinking in surprise at this revelation.
"Well, that is certainly something."
He mutters something about Isra under his breath. Only people from that country could so casually use large scale teleportation to move goods and people and act as though it were no great undertaking. Shaking his head he looks to her.
"Well, I am but a simply skald so I doubt there is much I'll be able to do to help."
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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 Nov 28, 2020 18:13:07 GMT -8
Under his breath was still plenty audible for someone with keen Elven hearing, and Emahra arched a brow as she looked at him.
"Yes. That is Takhana Veil, a former traveling companion of mine and an excellent administrator, who once kept the Isran Sun Marshals running as smoothly as the finest clock. The man going toward the church is Tristian Seryl, once a lord of Medan, and currently the leader of the Black Tower. They are friends of mine who have been looking for more purpose in their lives and want to help. But you knew I was tied to Isra, and once a close companion of Empress Naoki. If you disdain Isra and its resources so much, why did you choose to accompany me?"
The question was clearly rhetorical, and she sighed as she turned to look at Takhana while the woman effortlessly directed people in their tasks. For being blind, she saw more than most realized, and her intuition was something to marvel at. Passing a hand over her brow, Emahra hesitated briefly.
"Every pair of hands is helpful, but perhaps you can do something more meaningful. You are a bard. Mayhap you could write a dirge for these souls, that we may give them a funeral once they are interred."
With that, she walked off to confer with Takhana.
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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 Nov 29, 2020 15:08:00 GMT -8
"I don't have disdain for Isra." He says with a snort. "No more so than any who don't live there. It's just an example of the power the country wields that reminded me of why the world lives in fear of it." The only other power he'd heard of with so much magic at their disposal was Gauldin but they had closed their boarders some years ago and since they were on the other side of the ocean that was that.
"As for penning a dirge." He looks off into the distance and shrugs. "I suppose I could do that." Looking back he finds that she is actually no longer there, off talking with the drow. Well, that was certainly awkward. Feeling a bit worthless he lets out a sigh and goes to get his lute. It needed to be restrung after he'd cast his sound wave anyway.
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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 Nov 29, 2020 18:41:57 GMT -8
With the combined help of all of the workers brought from Isra and the Black Tower, great progress was made on the village in the span of just that day. The bodies were interred in a series of graves and given a small funeral rite, presided over by Emahra, Takhana, and Tristian. After which the three conferred quietly to one side as the workers disappeared into a building that now housed permanent transportation circles, and returned to their prior locations. The three talked for some time, before Tristian and Takhana struck off alone, leaving Emahra with Kaden. She approached him with an expression of open exhaustion.
"I apologize for my behavior earlier. This has been.. trying. Your music was lovely."
She fell silent as she stood beside him. Talking about personal things was difficult for her, and she was clearly more comfortable with business. Turning to look in the direction her companions had gone, she unconsciously adopted a parade rest stance, hands clasped in the small of her back.
"The church will require more attention to be fully repaired, but this will be readily accomplished in short time. Tristian and Takhana have expressed interest in making their homes here, to aid me in governing the village, once it is restored. If you still intend to compose your tale, you are welcome to reside in the home I have chosen for myself as long as you wish, or likewise choose any of these residences as your own."
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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 Nov 30, 2020 6:10:53 GMT -8
"I know it's been trying." He says with a nod of his head. "So don't worry too much about it." He lets out a sigh as he twists a peg and strums a chord. He was trying to get the lute back into tune which always took a frustratingly long time after he cast the spell that had split his strings. Something about it seemed to warp the wood just a bit and changed the tensions eventually he knew repeated castings would splinter it but not today.
When she explains all of that he looks up and blinks in surprise at the offer but then he nods his head. "Thank you Ema, I certainly bit off more than I thought I was going to when I asked to come along. I'll enjoy a chance to recover and work. Wouldn't hurt to get to know you better if I am going to be composing an epic poem about you, eh?" He grins at her and for a moment his face cracks a bit and the skald looks far younger for a moment.
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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 Nov 30, 2020 19:16:18 GMT -8
She glanced at him, and her eyes widened slightly at the grin, and how much younger it made him appear. Then a small smile formed on her own face, and she nodded.
"Very well then. No time like the present, hm? They brought food, so my larder is fully stocked. Allow me to make a meal for you while we speak."
She fell out of her parade rest, and gestured for him to follow as she headed out of the village proper, toward one of the larger dwellings on the edges.
<Exit>
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