King Hylon Eremae
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King of Medan.
Roleplay posts: 53
Registered: Dec 18, 2014 16:47:33 GMT -8
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Post by King Hylon Eremae on Jan 16, 2015 10:31:43 GMT -8
It wasn't necessarily that Ouin thought Camilla was lying; more so, he thought her to be concealing something, covering up a truth, as if some sort of skill, attribute, or experience emboldened her to make such a rash move of going it alone. The guard captain saw this as an opportunity--one with an unknown payout, but opportunity nonetheless.
"The disturbance is somewhere deep within the caverns. I would suggest scoping out the deepest of tunnels." He gestured to areas like 16, 9, and 6.
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Countess Camilla Blake
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Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Jan 16, 2015 10:50:08 GMT -8
The only truth she hid was that she was... at one time... royalty. Her move was rash, yes, but... She really felt like she had nothing to lose. Did she have a death wish? Not really... It was more of an “I don't care either way” thing. Her mouth pulled slightly downward as she listened to him, squinting a little at the map and following the lines with her fingers... “Aye, I will then,” she said, absently and began to shed some of her trappings that she would not need when she went into the mine... Her bag of hunting things, namely, and various objects. “I'll be betting that we're dealing with the dark arts... If I run into an ugly orc, his head will be on the wall before the end of the night.” She was joking, of course, about the trophy thing.
After things were discussed and men were cleared from the mine, she'd be ready to go. “If I do not come out alive, I suggest you have the mine shut down until you find someone who'll finish the job I started.” That was the last thing she said before she strode away from the table to find a place to stash her belongings.
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King Hylon Eremae
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King of Medan.
Roleplay posts: 53
Registered: Dec 18, 2014 16:47:33 GMT -8
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Post by King Hylon Eremae on Jan 16, 2015 11:21:55 GMT -8
The Mines of Eremae
Some time had passed since the planning and the execution--namely, the effort needed to stop all of the work.
Most of the workers were orderly. Some, however, seemed uncannily addicted to mining, as if some powerful new gem had been discovered. There came a point when the resistance to the evacuation orders seemed paranormal, and indeed, some of the miners began emerging from the deepest recesses of the tunnels reporting an unreal negligence to orders by some of the workers below. Many were beginning to give up on evacuating their coworkers. Just what was going on? With most of the workers above ground and either taking a break or tending to the stone quarry, the effort was called off by the guards as "good as can get." Camilla was now free to enter the mine as soon as she was ready. Some consensus was brewing about the possibility of an illusion or possession spell affecting the minds of some of the more fervent workers in the depths...
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Jan 16, 2015 11:41:23 GMT -8
She was ready. Camilla stood at the mouth of the mine, not nervous like some would be. Indeed, there was a resolve in her to get this done. When she strode into the dark recesses, her eyes squint again so they could adjust to the dim light of torches (assuming they are present, and if not, she'd be doing it in the dark!), her feet moving cautiously against the ground. She drew her sword, rather than her bow, because she was sure she would need to be doing some close melee, rather than range in these confines.
Her eyes were ever alert as she advanced further into the dank smelling mine, her breath barely a whisper as she moved toward the first area that had been pointed out on the map. When she approached area 16, she pressed her back against the wall and peered around the corner, sword at the ready. Her eyes were steady as she made silent observation.
If there were no enemies around, she would advance further into the area and examine the ground for traps, first and foremost, and then feel along the walls. If there was an immediate danger of an enemy, she would watch them first without a noise, see how many were there, and she'd go after the largest first and get him/her/it out of the way.
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King Hylon Eremae
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King of Medan.
Roleplay posts: 53
Registered: Dec 18, 2014 16:47:33 GMT -8
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Post by King Hylon Eremae on Jan 17, 2015 8:59:04 GMT -8
She'd find this was not a typical dungeon crawl; while most of the miners had been removed from the scene, everything was left exactly the way it was--torches ablaze, mine carts left half empty on functional tracks, and occasionally, a worker that'd appear under some kind of spell, particularly with a visible magical sheen over their eyes. Eerily like ghosts, they'd continue at their work as if frozen in the state and mindset at the time of the possession, hacking hard at the rock walls with a complete disregard for Camilla's presence--and their own sore arms and physiological limits. The deeper she descended into the tunnels, the more dimly lit and thinner the tunnels would get...
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2015 12:19:56 GMT -8
But there, a more decipherable miner was at work. A nordic man, hands bloody and swollen from hours upon hours of endless mining. In a tall, but slim basket, a faint purple glowing could be seen from within the shaded area. And... could that have been whispering? The chanting of the miner was too loud for it to be confirmed. But what he said was far more important to heed.
"Here, in this shrine.-" After a few moments, another miner along the way joined in with the voice of his own to continue the chant, as if it was a studied poem. "That they have forgotten.." "Here do we search.." A loud clash of iron upon stone was heard along the way, a boulder crumbling downwards from a much larger miner, his hands digging through the rocks which cut his skin.
"For the reason they doubted." The collecting miner said, a small, purple gem fragment in his cupped hands like it was more valuable than the lucky veins of gold they found along the way, walking over to the basket as he gently placed down the gem. "-And the force to make the skies sing." Finished the firstly-noticed miner, crashing down on stone, but to no luck as a strange gem was not found.
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Jan 19, 2015 17:55:07 GMT -8
The woman slid away from the wall and closed in on one of the workers, reaching out a tentative hand to touch his shoulder and, if he did not respond, shake him. If nothing happened, she would move to the next and try with that one. Odd, she thought, looking at the glowing jewels in puzzlement... What could she do? She was no mage, she had a limited amount of spells under her belt and they were all earth bound, nothing that could clear the minds of these miners.
Perhaps she could try using an earth spell? She had to think on it. In the meantime, she would try to physically break the daze of these men. She raised the butt of her sword and sent it crashing down upon the skull of the first one. If successful, he'd be knocked unconscious and she would drag him to the mouth of the cave for the others to take.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2015 17:18:03 GMT -8
But as she touched them by the shoulder, they shrugged her off, continuing to mine, crashing down upon the rock. At the loud, notifying sound of her blade drawn, the worker she began to strike at whirled around with a pickaxe swung to the side, a deadly impalement aiming for her waist. The medical treatments at that time were poor, especially for the workers who mined in the Quarry. If successfully stricken down upon with surprise to the attacker's notice, only magic would help, and even that was being optimistic.
But as the miner attacked with a mighty swing of strength, the others began to turn towards the one who disturbed their work, eyes glazed with a purple aura shining brighter as they readied themselves with hunched backs, holding their new weapons with both hands and began to march towards her with sudden military skill as a team.
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Jan 24, 2015 11:45:12 GMT -8
Camilla had to think on her toes, and she did. She jumped away from the swing, though felt it graze her belly. There would be a nice bruise. She started to back away, crossing one foot behind the other slowly, never putting her back to them. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she backed away, her words strong and sure... “Flesh to stone, from blood and bone... Bound by Earth and be not prone.” The atmosphere was tense as she yelled louder, “Ye stand as statue, strong and tall, as the Earth becomes a wall. By the power within me, as I will, so mote it be.”
When the spell was done, the miners should be petrified and standing there like statues. It was the most powerful spell she knew without harming these people, and once broken, they would be as good as when the spell was cast unless someone knocked limbs off. They would not freeze right away, of course, they would slow down and great crackling noises could be heard as their flesh, clothing, and even their pick axes turned to stone, providing success.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2015 13:19:25 GMT -8
As the miners advanced, such frames of their bodies did bend to the spell. Their forms continued in an offense till the end, eyes narrowed at their offender. The leading miner lifted his pick axe high above his head before he finally froze, a statue-pose almost. One by one this spell effected, some faster than others, but strangely enough the more injured warriors were taking the longest. Was it because of the spell's duration longer upon them? A strange thought to think of as they became frozen beings.
But as this chant emitted their bodies to stone, a much darker, powerful force emerged.
Black smoke filled the minds, making the warrior bend to a knee from the sudden feeling of dark magic engulfing the caverns. There, a dark, low-toned voice would be heard echoing loudly through her ears, and the ground-quaking volume of this male's voice making the statues crumble into dust and chunks:
"Va'ahl Kathu'um deth mantal.. Such attempts to stop the inevitable.."
The voice strangely said. Was it an insult to her spell? Surely not, but a warning? Many possibilities could've been made from this strange power. But more importantly, where it came from. Soon, the black mist was gone and the power felt soon disappeared. It was certain that this being, whatever it was, was held within the walls of the Quarry. For now, that would seem like enough information to head back to Falkreath to tell the Shaman, for now.
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Jan 25, 2015 23:54:18 GMT -8
It had worked... She had almost been hit again, and would have had a nice wound to the noggin. Dhia, that was close! She licked her dry lips, and took a deep breath. It was a bad idea to send the miners back in, she thought, they would end up like the men who now crumbled. The sound of that voice, too, she thought, was horrible and warning enough.
Camilla surveyed the cavern once more, left the loot alone, not wanting to chance taking even one of the gems to show to the captain. She pivoted and slowly made her way back to the mouth of the mine, before emerging from the darkness within. She went in search of the captain and his men.
If/when she found them, she'd have a neutral expression across her face. Her words rang out, “It is done. Send no more men into that mine, and do not let anyone touch the gems, they might be dangerous. I placed a petrification on the miners, they all turned to stone and crumbled... I cast the spell to try and save them... but... Something interfered.”
As she stood there, she held her hand over the wound to her gut. It was a mere graze, but her leather armor was torn, and blood seeped from the laceration. Aside from that one wound, she was unharmed. How had one slip of a woman managed all that? Even she didn't know the answer to that question.
Her eyes burned with fury as she found a place to sit so she could tend to the flesh wound.
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King Hylon Eremae
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King of Medan.
Roleplay posts: 53
Registered: Dec 18, 2014 16:47:33 GMT -8
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Post by King Hylon Eremae on Feb 4, 2015 17:37:29 GMT -8
What Camilla would find as she emerged from the entrance to the mine into the bright light above, was a congregation of workers and guards awaiting her, prepared to tend to her wounds and learn all about what she had found. The guard captain that had recently arrived to the camp was there, though Camilla's wound immediately stirred the local medics. It wasn't until she was all bandaged up and in a comfortable position that all was quiet, with some having left the area, and Camilla's explanation could be heard in full by Ouin. "I see... Very well." he said, absorbing what had been said with a solemn nod.
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Destrin Ray
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Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 26
Physical Description: Thick dirty-blonde locks, blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Side-sword.
Player's online availability : Mostly evenings/nights.
Registered: Dec 27, 2014 1:36:40 GMT -8
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Post by Destrin Ray on Feb 4, 2015 17:42:24 GMT -8
And then, unceremoniously breaking the sobering realization of what had happened to the miners, a gaggle of nearby people dispersed suddenly in response to the interruption of heavy hoof-falls. And there, upon majestic horses slowing from a light gallop, were three men heavily adorned in regal armor; a prince and his two loyal bodyguards. All three horses were tall, white, and muscular, the prince's own adorned with a thick, patterned caparison of the royal colors of Eremae: green with an embroidered goldenrod trim. The young prince himself wore a mirror polished set of exquisite armor similar to that of his guards, and a swept-hilt rapier of presumably equal quality, and a flowing cape of emerald.
"Hey," said the prince with a smile, addressing Ouin casually in disregard of strict customs, perhaps an attempt to break the ice that seemed to form in the presence of such regalia. He was, out here in this small valley camp, amongst rural countrymen and friends, after all.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2015 17:58:12 GMT -8
"Your Royal Highness," Ouin said, and then stood up casually to meet the prince. Evrand's smile was reassuring. "Someone has claimed to have just taken care of the disturbance here. She bears a wound, to prove it." Ouin gestured to Camilla. Spearmen parted from Evrand's view of the lone adventurer who had arrived coincidentally not hours ago.
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Feb 4, 2015 19:08:27 GMT -8
Camilla did not look up from tending the graze on her belly, barely even flinching as she poured a hard liquor over it to act as an antiseptic. She was in a foul mood. Why? Because even though she had found the problem, she'd still failed when all those miners were crushed by some unseen force. It wasn't supposed to happen that way! But at the same time, the lives of the dead miners would be a fair trade for the many more that mined these caves. The woman wrapped a clean bandage around her middle, something she always carried if she could, and tied it off.
Her ears prickled at the sound of someone being called “Your Royal Highness” and she did look up, then. Deft hands tugged her armor on over the bandage, and she let out a breath. Camilla calmly stood from the stool she'd been sitting on, and she moved closer to the person of interest. She gave a bow as much as the binding would let her, before lifting golden eyes to view the prince from where she stood.
Petal, pink lips were drawn into a line and a most displeased and disgruntled look was covering the beauty's face. She lifted her chin a notch and let her hands fall to her sides, standing up straight. “Greetings, Highness.”
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Destrin Ray
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Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 26
Physical Description: Thick dirty-blonde locks, blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Side-sword.
Player's online availability : Mostly evenings/nights.
Registered: Dec 27, 2014 1:36:40 GMT -8
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Post by Destrin Ray on Feb 4, 2015 20:42:55 GMT -8
"Hello there!" Prince Evrand dismounted from his steed, walked over to Camilla and greeted her. "I am Prince Evrand Eremae. Is it true? You took care of the strange disturbance in the mines?" He appeared to be genuinely fascinated. "What did you discover?" The prince was curious as to what could have caused the strange oddities that had been reported - missing people, delusions, and general hysteria...
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Feb 4, 2015 23:22:56 GMT -8
“I couldn't save the men who were affected. I petrified them all to try and save them from peril, and a darker force caused them to crumble.” She said, her voice almost a monotone with the way she felt. “It seems that the reason the men are being affected is the very mine itself. You see, these men do not cease toiling at all, their hands become bloodied and their eyes crazed. If you try to attack, even just to try and knock them on the noggins so they sleep, the whole lot of the affected will attack.. The gems they harvested seem to have an odd glow about them. It is my belief, though I cannot tell you whether it is true or not, that the gems are all enchanted. It seems that once the miners go deeper into the caves, the more likely they are to be affected.” The blond lifted a tawny brow as she spoke, her tones shifting more normally again.
“I am Camilla D'Arcy of Verri.” She said, then. “I've been traveling for a long time,.. So long that I've grown one with the earth, if you will... And I like not the feelings invoked in that cave. I do not believe it is safe yet to send those men back inside until whatever darkness is dispelled from them.” She never once seemed to pat herself on the back for barely scraping herself out of such a situation of nearly getting done in by the miners. The woman seemed more concerned with preserving the lives of those that could be preserved.
She had a grim look on her face as she continued speaking, “I do not ask for coin, only that I see the king. Times are changing, it seems, and I would swear fealty and find a home besides yon trees.” She gestured in the direction of the forest she'd been poaching in.
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Destrin Ray
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Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 26
Physical Description: Thick dirty-blonde locks, blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Side-sword.
Player's online availability : Mostly evenings/nights.
Registered: Dec 27, 2014 1:36:40 GMT -8
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Post by Destrin Ray on Feb 5, 2015 17:19:22 GMT -8
"To see the king?" Evrand had taken her request seriously. Fortunately for Camilla, the king also wanted to see her.
"The king sent me to preside over this mess, and so I am surprised to know the disturbance is pacified."
Then, as quickly as he had dismounted, Prince Evrand got back onto his horse, elevating his posture above the crowd. It was as if he had a sudden idea, though one of his unspoken objectives was to extend the king's invitation to whichever party could handle the threat. Everyone had fallen silent, and embracing this effect, he looked around the quiet audience a couple times before continuing, to assure his announcement was heard. The bulk of Evrand's mission, it seemed, was over before it began.
"As the outsider Camilla D'Arcy of Verri has settled your woes, I declare her our champion! Respect her as you would any noble of Eremae, for tonight she travels to Stonevale, to meet with our beloved king!"
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Feb 5, 2015 22:34:12 GMT -8
She gave a soft nod at his first query about seeing the king... But then her eyes widened as he proclaimed her to be the champion of those people, and she took a step backwards. Oh my. Heat crept up her high cheek bones and she waved her hands, “I'm nobody special, Highness! Please, you needn't make such a fuss over the likes of me.” In fact, Camilla did not feel the urge to celebrate. Not when feeling like a failure because she didn't save those miners.
Her hand lifted to the back of her neck and she looked sheepishly down.
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Feb 21, 2015 22:59:52 GMT -8
Normally, Camilla balked at the idea of riding a horse. It was, after all, her habit to go on foot. But just the thought of getting to see the forest was enough to boost her spirits. She was not being sent to fight, so she decided to bathe and dress like a lady, and enjoy her ride. So that is what she was doing, wearing a white, linen gown that helped to whisk the heat of the sun away from her, and she rode at her leisure. That is not to say she wouldn't be there quickly! But after the last few days, it was deemed necessary to relax. She had armed guards with her, which helped her decision all the more! She also carried her weaponry just in case it was needed, and her armor in a pack on the rear of the horse.
She approached the same place she had been and dismounted the horse, carrying with her the missive that was meant for the Prince. Of course, she would ask where he was, and when pointed out in his direction, she went that way. Upon finding him, she would say to him, “Highness, it is a pleasure to see you again. I bring you a missive from the King.” She, of course, curtsied, and waited for him to bid her to rise before doing so.
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