Destrin Ray
Committed
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 22, 2015 21:11:11 GMT -8
One leather encased hand had extended to meet with the new chapel door's oaken surface. It was pushed open without preamble, and the prince stepped inside. Stepping through the archway, he allowed the door to fall closed behind him, the creak of it's hinges shattering the silence of the chapel's interior. An assessing glance was cast around the chamber, taking in the new craftsmanship and looking for flaws. So far, there were none. It was then that there may have been a knock on the door... Camilla, who had been instructed to see the Prince, would have been directed to the new chapel. His smooth voice called out from within, echoing back at his ears loudly from the walls. "Please, come in."
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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 22, 2015 21:30:26 GMT -8
She entered the chapel slowly, shifting forward. Golden hues glanced around the building as she advanced inward, feet barely creating noise against the floor. The train of the linen skirts trailed lightly behind her. Her eyes landed upon the Prince, and there was the aforementioned curtsy and rise. “Good day, Highness,” she said with her unsmiling, as usual, mouth. He would be able to see, also, that her long hair was loose and flowing instead of in the normal braid she wore. “His Majesty requested that I come to retrieve you...” She held out the missive and tilted her head, waiting for him to take the scroll after approaching him. Whether the guards followed or not, she didn't know because she didn't listen for the door closing, nor did she look behind her. She knew they would be a constant escort otherwise.
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Destrin Ray
Committed
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 22, 2015 22:08:37 GMT -8
Before her was a stately man of twenty-six, with thick dirty blonde locks that almost obscured a mercurial sky-blue gaze that met her upon entry. The Prince was attired in casual clothing. Knee-high brown riding boots, a hardened black leather jerkin, doeskin gloves, a loose white linen shirt, and breeches coupled with an elegant rapier hanging low from a belt at his left hip to give a modest yet functional presentation. He reached forward and took the scroll, reading the king's orders silently. That was his father's handwriting, alright. Just what manner of shenanigans was he in for, now? He thrust the scroll through his belt with a contemptuous huff of disdain. In his surprise at the sudden turn of events, he spoke with a thick arrogance, before he could stop himself. "You? Retrieve me? You've got to be joking!"
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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 22, 2015 22:22:06 GMT -8
Her nose wrinkled at his shift in attitude. “He didn't say, Highness.... And why not me? Would you have a queen fetch you instead of a lowly princess?” It was out before she even knew it! But the disdain she'd heard in his voice had caused her feathers to ruffle, so to speak. She turned around, crossing her arms and talking over her shoulder, eyes narrowed, “All I know is that he wished me to fetch you, and here I am. If you dislike the idea of that so bad, perhaps you should ask your father what he means by sending me!” When she pivoted again, her arms were crossed stubbornly over her bosom, her cheeks were a rather lovely shade of pink, and her eyes were glittering in their golden glory.
She had no qualms about talking to him like an equal now. It was bound to get out sooner or later that she was as royal as the man standing in front of her. It was quite possibly already spread about the land that the long missing royal has finally emerged! And there was also the fact that he had, only just a few days prior, praised her. What had happened? Had she grown a horn? Had her eyes crossed and fire spit from her mouth?
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Destrin Ray
Committed
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 22, 2015 22:32:40 GMT -8
"Hah," he said, crossing his arms with a haughty smile, now finding himself on the defensive from his previous remark. He went with it. "As if I needed someone to take me back." Now he was dug-in. Maintaining composure, and with a widely exaggerated first-step forward, he set towards the door, around Camilla, and walked out; he had to find his horse. His majestic steed.
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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 22, 2015 22:46:56 GMT -8
“You would defy your king?” she said, rushing to move in front of him before he could get onto his horse. Her hands bravely gripped at the reins. “And you would deny me even the courtesy of 'hello' when just the other day, you were so glad to give me praise? Hmph. I think I liked it better when you were calling me champion when I didn't wish to be!” With that, she moved toward the horse she had been riding, curtly lifting her chin, “Ladies first. Or have you forgotten how to have manners?” With that, she smirked at him and gracefully mounted! “I am sorry to disappoint, but His Majesty gave me an order, and I am now under his reign and shall obey him.” She raised both brows and swept a hand toward the path she'd taken with the guards to get there. “After you, Highness.”
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Destrin Ray
Committed
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 22, 2015 22:57:42 GMT -8
"Okay, okay, sheesh!" He attempted to brush the whole thing off like she was the one over-reacting, knowing he had proverbially stumbled into a purgatory from which there was no escape. Accidentally, mind you. With practiced movement of equal elegance, that only akin to a prince, he mounted the majestic white steed devoid of the caparison in place of a simple saddle and saddlebags for necessities on the road. Playing off of Camilla's defiant smile as a challenge, with utmost dignity (of course, slightly more so, than Camilla), he and his horse rode off gracefully towards the wooded edge of the valley. He knew his way. Camilla was just along for the ride.
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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 22, 2015 23:17:26 GMT -8
Oh, to be following him along. The nerve of the man! She'd only just come to do as she was bid, and... well... He huffed at her! HUFFED! Well... He could huff to himself all he wanted, she thought, she was not going to dignify it any longer with anything less than grace. She gently kicked the flanks of the mare she rode, catching up to him in no time. Her pert nose was in the air as she even passed him, just by her pert nose, before matching pace with him. She was not as graceful a rider as he, though, he would be able to see. She had much less experience upon a mount than he appeared to have. But she didn't seem to be bothered by that.
“Now...” she said, in a softer voice, “I wish I could tell you why your father sent me to fetch you. I do. But shooting the messenger with a rock from a sling isn't getting you the answer. I am only that, sirrah. The messenger. I was rather hoping to enjoy my ride. I've been in the company of some rather odd fellows for the last day, it is nice to be back in the woods.” She was no longer speaking in a pouty manner, but conversationally.
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Destrin Ray
Committed
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 22, 2015 23:26:08 GMT -8
And so the two continued their lovely ride through the forest, leaves falling from trees as the gentlest of breezes cast them from their dark branches above. Evrand met her tone and tempo matter-of-factly, as if nothing had happened. "Well, let's start with why my father sent you here with this order to return home so suddenly," said Evrand as he jumped onto the topic, quick to investigate what had stirred up his position here at the quarry. Had something happened at home?
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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 22, 2015 23:34:15 GMT -8
“I was given no explanation. I was simply summoned. That's all I know, so your guess is as good as mine.” Her shoulders lifted gently in a shrug, and she glanced back over to him. “I promise you.... If I knew why I was sent to summon you, I would have told you.” The ranger looked straight ahead again, and a startled doe skittered out of their path. Of course, Camilla had not been expecting to see the animal, and being on a horse was so out of the norm for her, that she did not realize that her reaction would cause a chain reaction. Not that the horse bolted. Oh no! Her knees had jabbed the horse in the sides and her hands jerked at the reins instinctively, and the animal reared back.
The next thing she knew, she was flying back off the horse and onto the ground with a breathtaking -thud-.
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Destrin Ray
Committed
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 22, 2015 23:39:48 GMT -8
A wildly exaggerated look of horror be-struck his face, and within the next second he was dismounting his steed with something akin to a heroic leap. Careful not to move behind or too close to her horse, so as not to startle it, he came flying to her, ending in a kneel over her body so he could check for wounds. "Camilla!"
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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 22, 2015 23:47:51 GMT -8
It took her a minute just to be able to breathe. For the moment she wasn't? Just a drawn out wheeze. She blinked away the stars that were floating around her head, that he, of course, could not see. And then she took in a welcome, gulp of air. She didn't feel like she hurt anywhere! “Uhhh.... This is.... embarassing.” she mumbled, cheeks red. “I should really remember how to ride.” And then she tried to get up. First thing, when she reached down to press herself up, her wrist throbbed. It wasn't broken, merely sprained, but it did hurt like the dickens.... Secondly, her head bumped into his while he knelt there. Then she slapped her good hand over her forehead and said, “Oh my! I am so sorry!”
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Destrin Ray
Committed
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 22, 2015 23:54:49 GMT -8
"Heh.. yeah.." he said, tactlessly, rubbing his head after their collision. He stood up, offering to help her up by her good hand. "The horse can sense your feelings, so if you get too startled it might, too." Once she was up he'd walk back over to his horse, but before mounting, he had to assess her ability to continue. "Can you uh.. still ride?" He asked, noting her wrist hurt by any subtle involuntary motions she may have made due to pain.
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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 23, 2015 0:00:34 GMT -8
“Maybe I had better walk.” she mumbled, her cheeks flaming red with embarrassment. Would he let her? Or would he put her in front of him on his own mount? She cradled her swollen wrist in her good hand, and looked down at the ground in a sheepish manner... And then... the giggle. Such a foreign sound to pass those lips of hers! One giggle turned into two... And then... laughter. She was... laughing at the situation. In fact, it was hilarious! She had not laughed since she was a child.
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Destrin Ray
Committed
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 23, 2015 0:10:25 GMT -8
"Hm... you know what, me too." Always quick to the unexpected decision, Evrand joined her on foot. He snickered quietly, reciprocating her laugh at the absurdity of the whole thing. Thus far, Camilla had proven herself interesting and for the most part, self-sufficient. The humor in it all was enough to brighten his mood about leaving his work unfinished at the quarry, and as they walked between the green grasses and woods to either side of them, he turned to her with a warm smile, and his cool voice addressed her in a conversationally serious tone of a quality yet unheard. "Hey, I'm... sorry I was so rude to you back there. I just wasn't expecting it all."
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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 23, 2015 0:17:43 GMT -8
“I am sorry I was rude right back.” she said as she calmed her giggles down. “If only my father saw me falling off that horse. Oh, he would be horrified. He taught me how to ride, you know? But... I suppose after walking for years, I'd forgotten how to not react when seeing something unexpected.” She smiled back in his direction. A genuine smile. One that wasn't forced even... And her face looked prettier for it. She glanced over to him, her good hand wrapped, once more, around the reins for her horse. “I am sorry I startled you... In general. I wish I knew why I had to come get you.” It hadn't dawned on her yet that the king had probably found a way to take her up on offering herself in marriage to someone in his kingdom and had arranged this as a means of a courtship or something. That wily king! She also did not notice the maple leaf stuck to her hair. Not that she'd care, being that she had done worse by smearing dirt on her face in the past just to blend in with the forest.
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Destrin Ray
Committed
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 23, 2015 0:23:16 GMT -8
"Heh... perhaps you'll get better at it. So where are you from, anyway?" Their walk took them farther and farther into the woods, over some very large hills on their way out of the mountains, and into a peaceful looking landmark signifying their progress. This was a resting area called the Sunset Meadows.---------------------------------------------------------------
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Apr 25, 2024 15:40:45 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2016 9:02:03 GMT -8
And so from there Thrashnald took one look at the quarry, and nothing but greed filled his eyes. "Pure, uncut, raw..." He went on with the adjectives for a moment, dazed upon what he found there before. "Surely we will be allowed soon enough. As for now: Set up a camp to the left of the mine's entrance!!" He ordered, pointing his blade which now glowed crimson red with no smoke towards the direction he commanded to, the ogres sprinting by, causing a wind current that was surprisingly quite strong.
From there, Thrashnald waited for one of the officials to walk up and speak to him about whatever operation they'd want him to do.
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Levanius Curio
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Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 47
Registered: Mar 13, 2015 16:50:16 GMT -8
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Post by Levanius Curio on Mar 3, 2016 9:31:14 GMT -8
It wasn't the mining foreman, but one of much higher political stature, that'd come to discuss things with Thrashnald. Levanius Curio was head of the commerce department and inspector general of the various industries of Goraia. "Ah, good timing. Pleased to make your acquaintance, I'm Levanius Curio."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Apr 25, 2024 15:40:45 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2016 10:22:28 GMT -8
As the dashing old fellow approached him, Thrashnald's mind was swamped with judgment. However, his eyes still held respect, not sure what to think of this man yet.
"Thrashnald, at your service." Thrashnald nodded his head in a small bow with a fist to his heart again, a sinister smile resumed upon his face afterwards. As he stared upon the man, he could just sense the aching desire upon him to throw himself to the caves once more, delve as deep as he did the last time. However, no such thing would occur yet, as the conversation would be brought up.
"It must be obvious by now my reasons to be here. Tell me what must be done, Lord Curio." He had a bit of plea within his voice, anxious to get into the cave, and perhaps show off a few of his spells near the front of the cave to this, Levanius Curio, as well as the ogres for the minor audience he wasn't so worried about.
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