Ravanys Tranir
Committed
The Blue Rose of Tranir
Roleplay posts: 85 
Age: 39
Physical Description: Ravanys is an imposing woman of pure Varan breeding, looming at an impressive 5'10". She is muscular and pale-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair and piercing blue eyes. She rarely smiles, usually bearing a stoic expression on features that would otherwise be lovely, if not for the frown perpetually marring them.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a former vassal of the Von Harens, Ravanys owns a set of black plate armor, adorned with skulls and her personal sigil of the blue rose. She also bears a two-handed broadsword, the hilt of which is emblazoned with the skull and rose, her most prized possession. She is rarely seen outside of her armor, but when she is, it is in plain black clothing consisting of long-sleeved tunic, trousers, and sturdy leather boots.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 20:24:46 GMT -8
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Post by Ravanys Tranir on Feb 16, 2016 16:55:08 GMT -8
There was the briefest flicker of surprise across her gaze at the invitation, but she was quick to plant fist to chest again and duck her head in a quick bow of gratitude. "I would be honored, my lord." Removing her gauntlets, she tucked them behind her belt before sitting in the indicated spot with a clank of armor. Impassive blue eyes watched as the food was brought out and laid before them. As was only polite, she waited for the nobility to begin eating before doing so, as well. Given it seemed that Ulfgar and Salya had prepared most, if not all, of the meal, there was no reason to think it poisoned. But Ravanys made a mental note to set up a rotation of food testers, in the future.
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Salya von Haren
Established
Feeling funny
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Youngish
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 22:16:52 GMT -8
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Post by Salya von Haren on Feb 17, 2016 20:58:12 GMT -8
Salya smiles and sits down at the table.
"Would you be so kind as to carve the boar, father? I'm simply famished, and I'm sure our guests are too."
Speaking of guests, she spots Ravanys at the table as well and gives a little wave.
"I didn't think you'd be joining us today, Captain."
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Ravanys Tranir
Committed
The Blue Rose of Tranir
Roleplay posts: 85
Age: 39
Physical Description: Ravanys is an imposing woman of pure Varan breeding, looming at an impressive 5'10". She is muscular and pale-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair and piercing blue eyes. She rarely smiles, usually bearing a stoic expression on features that would otherwise be lovely, if not for the frown perpetually marring them.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a former vassal of the Von Harens, Ravanys owns a set of black plate armor, adorned with skulls and her personal sigil of the blue rose. She also bears a two-handed broadsword, the hilt of which is emblazoned with the skull and rose, her most prized possession. She is rarely seen outside of her armor, but when she is, it is in plain black clothing consisting of long-sleeved tunic, trousers, and sturdy leather boots.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 20:24:46 GMT -8
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Post by Ravanys Tranir on Feb 19, 2016 20:01:27 GMT -8
Shooting a glance at Salya, Ravanys let her gaze wander across the noblewoman appreciatively, before bringing those icy eyes to back to her face. She had admired Salya from afar many times, but never let her interest be seen. Even now, she was careful not to seem inappropriate, bowing slightly as she replied to the other woman. "When I heard that Lord von Haren had returned, I was duty-bound to present myself and swear my allegiance." She hesitated, straightened, and the slightest hint of a smile danced at the corners of her lips. "..Being asked to join you for your meal was an unexpected pleasure. I hope that my presence is not disagreeable, Lady Salya."
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Ulfgar von Haren
New
Roleplay posts: 7 
Age: 90
Physical Description: Ulfgar, like his brother Ulfang, is a towering wall of power, standing at 7'4" with a frame apparently sculpted by the gods despite his obvious age. He has an old, wizened yet strong face that speaks of years of experience, complemented by a long white beard and a mane of well-kept snowy hair. His voice is gravelly and deep, perfect for commanding troops. His eyes are a deep greyish-silver, enigmatic and wise. He bears fewer scars than his brother, but it is obvious that he has not lived a life of luxury.
Clothes and Equipment: =============
When in battle, Ulfgar wears a heavy suit of full plate armour, old and scuffed up but crafted from the finest steel. While it bears little adornment, it is clear that it was built by the best smiths Aesgir has to offer. Upon his back, he wears a long white cloak in order to camouflage him in the snow, and obscure his form in battle.
As for weaponry, he is extremely proficient with the longbow and longsword, and usually carries both with him, the longsword of Dwarven make and thus very strong, though the bow is not quite as masterfully crafted.
Outside of battle, he wears rugged, utilitarian clothing, having traveled the roads far too long to wear anything resembling noble clothing, and he carries with him a leather satchel with the black raven sigil of the Von Harens adorning its front.
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Post by Ulfgar von Haren on Feb 20, 2016 11:08:07 GMT -8
Ulfgar smiles and nods, pulling out a flaying knife and cutting the boar into many large strips. He sets the knife upon the platter and grabs the meat fork right beside it, stabbing a piece of boar and placing it upon his plate before grabbing a roll and a potato. Ulfang follows suit. It would seem that Von Haren dinners aren't laden with any sort of etiquette, which is just how the brothers prefer it. No dainty bites and upturned pinkies in this household.
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Salya von Haren
Established
Feeling funny
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Youngish
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 22:16:52 GMT -8
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Post by Salya von Haren on Feb 21, 2016 7:18:30 GMT -8
"Not at all, Captain."
In contrast to her father and uncle, Salya is the very image of the prim and proper noble. Each bite is cut carefully from her slice of boar before being chewed slowly with her mouth closed. After all, she is a noble. May as well act the part. She doesn't expect anything from Ravanys, and thus does not notice her gaze.
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Ravanys Tranir
Committed
The Blue Rose of Tranir
Roleplay posts: 85
Age: 39
Physical Description: Ravanys is an imposing woman of pure Varan breeding, looming at an impressive 5'10". She is muscular and pale-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair and piercing blue eyes. She rarely smiles, usually bearing a stoic expression on features that would otherwise be lovely, if not for the frown perpetually marring them.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a former vassal of the Von Harens, Ravanys owns a set of black plate armor, adorned with skulls and her personal sigil of the blue rose. She also bears a two-handed broadsword, the hilt of which is emblazoned with the skull and rose, her most prized possession. She is rarely seen outside of her armor, but when she is, it is in plain black clothing consisting of long-sleeved tunic, trousers, and sturdy leather boots.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 20:24:46 GMT -8
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Post by Ravanys Tranir on Feb 21, 2016 20:44:44 GMT -8
Even as she ate, Ravanys' movements were quick and methodical. No wasted energy, no unnecessary effort. She ate just enough to satisfy her hunger and societal requirements, then pushed her plate away. Rising from her chair, she sidestepped, then pushed it back under the table, before donning her gauntlets. "If you will excuse me, I should return to training the new recruits. Please do not hesitate to call for me if I am needed."
With her gauntlets back on, she bowed to the trio of von Harens one by one. "Lord von Haren." Then she turned to Ulfgar. "Lord Ulfgar." And last, but certainly not least, Salya. "Lady Salya..." Her gaze lingered across the woman as she straightened, then quickly jerked away as she did an abrupt about-face, and left. There was work to be done, after all, and Ravanys was not known for being unnecessarily idle.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 22, 2016 21:52:05 GMT -8
Ulfang nods to Ravanys as she leaves, picking up the goblet of wine that a servant set before him and taking a sip.
"Not very talkative, that one," he muses. "Very professional. A shame, it would have been nice to have a Dread Knight Captain who enjoyed good conversation and company. Still, she seems adequate for the job."
Ulfang finishes the last bite of his supper and stands, bowing his head to his family. "I'm afraid I must be going. I need to check up on my new charge, as she's very...uhm..." sick isn't the word, but... "...weak," he says, after pondering on the right word to use for her state.
"Brother, we will talk about your appointment to Marshal on the morrow. Good eve."
He takes his leave toward his quarters, where Azure rests. He opens the door slowly and quietly before sitting down on the bed before her. As he looks down at her with his one eye, his gaze softens and he runs his back knuckles over her cheek, brushing away a stray strand of hair. Material. Finally. Ulfang can not wait for her to awaken, so he can show her how joyous life can be.
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Meanwhile, Ulfgar sits with his daughter, finishing the last bits of his supper as well. When he finishes, he leans back and places a hand on his stomach, satisfied.
"My my, dear, you truly do know how to catch a good boar," he says.
"I saw the way Ravanys looks at you, by the way. Did you notice?" he asks, leaning on the table and giving her an inquisitive glance.
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Salya von Haren
Established
Feeling funny
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Youngish
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 22:16:52 GMT -8
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Post by Salya von Haren on Feb 22, 2016 22:20:55 GMT -8
"Hmm?"
Salya swallows and turns to her father, confused.
"No, I didn't notice. Why, was she staring at me? How unprofessional."
She carefully wipes her mouth.
"And thank you. I thought this one was a little too lean, to tell the truth."
Thinking, she realizes that she actually has no idea what Ravanys looks like aside from the armor. She'd never spared the captain a second glance. Perhaps she should look more closely next time.
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Ulfgar von Haren
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 90
Physical Description: Ulfgar, like his brother Ulfang, is a towering wall of power, standing at 7'4" with a frame apparently sculpted by the gods despite his obvious age. He has an old, wizened yet strong face that speaks of years of experience, complemented by a long white beard and a mane of well-kept snowy hair. His voice is gravelly and deep, perfect for commanding troops. His eyes are a deep greyish-silver, enigmatic and wise. He bears fewer scars than his brother, but it is obvious that he has not lived a life of luxury.
Clothes and Equipment: =============
When in battle, Ulfgar wears a heavy suit of full plate armour, old and scuffed up but crafted from the finest steel. While it bears little adornment, it is clear that it was built by the best smiths Aesgir has to offer. Upon his back, he wears a long white cloak in order to camouflage him in the snow, and obscure his form in battle.
As for weaponry, he is extremely proficient with the longbow and longsword, and usually carries both with him, the longsword of Dwarven make and thus very strong, though the bow is not quite as masterfully crafted.
Outside of battle, he wears rugged, utilitarian clothing, having traveled the roads far too long to wear anything resembling noble clothing, and he carries with him a leather satchel with the black raven sigil of the Von Harens adorning its front.
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Post by Ulfgar von Haren on Feb 22, 2016 22:23:32 GMT -8
"Aye. Rather lustfully, it seems. Do try to remember that your relationship is a professional one, were you to get any ideas. It might cloud both your judgements in battle, were you to be romantically involved," says Ulfgar, cautiously. Ultimately, he knows he can't stop his daughter if she takes interest in the captain, as she's an adult with a mind of her own. But still, it should be said.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2016 22:37:21 GMT -8
Lost deep in slumber, Azure didn't stir when Ulfang sat himself on the bed beside her. Even when he touched her cheek, she barely reacted, save for a flicker of one ear. At least, initially. Then she shifted, a soft, sleepy sound falling from her lips as eyes blinked slowly open. Those iridescent hues were hazy, as she was still mostly asleep, but she obviously recognized who was looming over her. An uninhibited smile curled across her lips as she fumbled with a lethargic hand, placing it over his as she mumbled in a tired voice. "Ulfang.. you came back..."
Had she been afraid he would leave her there? Or perhaps she'd been dreaming? Maybe she thought she still was dreaming, as sleep-fogged as her brain was. This was, after all, the first time she'd truly slept in thousands of years.. it was likely to confuse her, at first.
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Salya von Haren
Established
Feeling funny
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Youngish
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 22:16:52 GMT -8
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Post by Salya von Haren on Feb 22, 2016 22:43:02 GMT -8
Salya laughs, as though the very idea was absurd.
"Her? I would never! She's not even a noble, or even from a particularly high house. Don't be ridiculous."
Still, she can't help herself but wonder. What did Ravanys look like? What did she look like without the armor? What did she look like...under the armor? Salya shakes her head. Stop it! She shouldn't be having these thoughts. She's a noble, after all. But she still can't keep the mental imagery out of her kind, her imagination filling in the blanks. She mutters quietly to herself:
"What's gotten into me..."
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 22, 2016 22:49:43 GMT -8
"Aye, of course I came back," states Ulfang tenderly, with a light chuckle. He cups her cheek in his hand. It's very warm, and rough to the touch. He's very gentle with those rough hands, however, as he knows she's more than unused to that feeling.
Underneath that calm exterior, he's giddy as a schoolgirl. Azure is real. Material. The one for whom his heart truly soars has been made whole, and he can't help but feel elated. He gives a big, unrestrained grin, and leans down to wrap her up in his arms.
"Ah, Azure, you're alive!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2016 23:07:49 GMT -8
When his hand came to rest upon her cheek, Azure sighed, eyes closing once again as she turned her head and nuzzled his palm. He felt so real! This was the best dream ever. Being taken into Ulfang's arms didn't seem at all strange to her, and she instead nestled happily into his embrace, tilting her head so as to tuck it perfectly into the space beneath his chin. "Yes.." She sighed, happy yet still lost in the dregs of sleep, her tiny hands splayed against his chest.
"..alive. And so warm.. so.. happy..." Nuzzling her face into his chest, she breathed deeply, awash in the scent that was simply.. Ulfang. It was so comforting, reminding her of all the things that had made her come to care for him, and drawing a contented expression onto her delicate features.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 23, 2016 0:08:01 GMT -8
Ulfang pulls back and gives Azure a bright smile.
"Nothing could possibly please me more than to hear that, my sweet," responds the necromancer. Normally, he's very good at controlling his impulses, but as he gazes down at his object of affection, at those shifting cerulean eyes, that soft, gentle-featured face, those gentle lips...well, needless to say, he can't help himself.
He cups Azure's cheek again, but this time he doesn't stop there, sliding his hand behind her head and pulling her up ever so slightly as he leans down to place his lips against her own in a soft, gentle kiss, which he holds for as long as he can. His lips are like most of him: weathered and scarred, though there's a certain...softness to them that's present on no other part of his body. His mustache likely tickles Azure's cheek, too. An odd amalgam of feelings, perhaps. It's a sudden and impulsive move on Ulfang's part, and he's certainly hopeful that it's a welcome one.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2016 0:22:38 GMT -8
Listing backward semi-limp in his arms as she was shifted, the tiny Elf gazed up at him with clear adoration in her clouded hues and an expression of absolute contentment on her face. Those eyes closed as his fingers threaded through her hair, head tilting back into his touch to savor the sensation. Whether it was that she was still more than half-asleep, or simply because the moment was so unerringly perfect, Azure didn't seem at all surprised by the press of Ulfang's lips against her own. Rather, she simply sighed, her hands drifting lazily up from his chest to drape across his shoulders, arms crossed at the wrists in a loose hold that served exactly what she wanted.. which was to keep herself as close to him as possible.
Convinced she was dreaming, Azure decided that she absolutely never wanted to wake up.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Feb 23, 2016 0:54:16 GMT -8
After what seems like decades passing in a moment, Ulfang pulls back and hugs Azure into him, laying down beside her upon the bed as he wraps her in a warm embrace.
"Ah...that trip to Gauldin was certainly worth the journey," sighs Ulfang, completely content with the world for the first time in decades.
He closes his eyes and presses his cheek into Azure's, cuddling up to her. His massive form emanates heat like a furnace, yet it's pleasant rather than overwhelmingly hot. And Azure is possibly the softest thing Ulfang has ever felt, her naked flesh pressed against his eliciting a euphoric sigh.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2016 11:06:55 GMT -8
As the kiss parted, Azure smiled and breathed a small sigh of contentment, happy to be bundled up in his arms and lowered back onto the bed. Ulfang's warmth and scent washed over her, lulling her rapidly back into a deep, peaceful sleep, one hand clutching his as she smiled. Whatever her dreams were, they were clearly pleasant ones.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2016 17:16:52 GMT -8
The cleaver was resting upon his shoulder flatly, a strange sheathe that clasped against the blunt side of the cleaver, holding it in place as his arms swayed. A massive, toothy, pearly white grin appeared on his face as he viewed the castle. This was it, this had to be it. Castle Harenhall, the mighty home of the Von Harens. The brute began to sprint forward, a crazed grin of anticipation as his feet thundered on the path towards the entrance. Leaping from grass land to lower grass land, it would appear as if Kut'Lag was trying to sprain his ankles from the massive leaps he was making. Eventually, he neared the castle, his adrenaline too high for him to lose breath at this point. Harenhall!!  Detaching the blade from its sheath, the orc marched forward, standing pridefully at the entrance of the castle. His feet shoulder width apart, shoulders raised, chin up, eyes narrowed, a slithering tongue coming out to trail along his fangs before he boomed his voice out, hopefully loud enough for anyone nearby the entrance to hear. "Harenhall!!!! I've come to pledge my allegiance!!!!" He prayed for an answer upon such a majesty as Ulfgar himself. Imagine that, the king himself marching out to greet Kut'Lag! He doubted it very much, and expected less than the dream, but still wouldn't have anything less than joy to whoever came out to meet him. As he waited with a massive, mischievous grin, a long, strange, lizard-like tongue fell limp out of the side of his mouth as he stood with a perfected position. Would someone come to see him? Were they away? Shall he be part of the Von Haren family? What job would he attain? All these questions would be answered as soon as his presence was acknowledged. |
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Ravanys Tranir
Committed
The Blue Rose of Tranir
Roleplay posts: 85
Age: 39
Physical Description: Ravanys is an imposing woman of pure Varan breeding, looming at an impressive 5'10". She is muscular and pale-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair and piercing blue eyes. She rarely smiles, usually bearing a stoic expression on features that would otherwise be lovely, if not for the frown perpetually marring them.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a former vassal of the Von Harens, Ravanys owns a set of black plate armor, adorned with skulls and her personal sigil of the blue rose. She also bears a two-handed broadsword, the hilt of which is emblazoned with the skull and rose, her most prized possession. She is rarely seen outside of her armor, but when she is, it is in plain black clothing consisting of long-sleeved tunic, trousers, and sturdy leather boots.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Ravanys Tranir on Feb 23, 2016 17:34:25 GMT -8
Having been within the castle's lower bailey, speaking with some of the successfully trained Dread Knights, Ravanys easily heard the voice calling from outside the castle walls. Looking toward the portcullis with a furrowed brow, the woman grimaced, and turned back to her underlings with a terse order. "Muster the Knights in case this is a ploy, and someone alert Lord Ulfgar and Lord von Haren. I'll see what this is about."
As the two Dread Knights saluted and ran off to do as they were instructed, Ravanys placed a hand on the hilt of the sword at her hip and strode confidently toward the entryway, black plate clanking with each step and chin held high. As she passed under the portcullis and through to the other side of the curtain wall, her blue eyes flashed annoyance at the sight of the.. creature standing there. Wonderful. As if it wasn't bad enough that her Lord had brought back some little blue-haired Elf maid as a plaything, now they had this Orc monstrosity polluting the Vale.
Coming to a stop within a reasonable distance of both wall and intruder, she raised her voice. "Who is it that claims allegiance to the great House of von Haren? State your name and we shall see if you are worthy to meet Lord von Haren." If this Orc was even a little bit of a threat, he'd have to go through her to get to the Von Haren family.
Meanwhile, a plate-clad lesser Dread Knight burst into the hall, ducking a quick bow before providing his message. "My lords! There is an outsider at the gates proclaiming allegiance to Harenhall! Captain Tranir sent me to inform you immediately!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2016 17:41:40 GMT -8
A manic laugh emitted from the orc, laughing to a crazy volume. Tossing his cleaver to the side, his arms spread widely, throwing his head to the skies. "I am He who all wolves fear! The father of nightmares upon the field! He who knocks upon the door of the castle of the sacred ones!" He pointed back down to Ravanys. Suddenly his grin calmed a bit, a fist slamming upon his chest, nearly staggering himself as he stared with a greedy stare. "I am Kut'Lag of Falkreath, I travel hear with blessing to join the ranks of this blessed kingdom!"
He lowered his hands, claws seen retracted as he stared to her. "I wouldn't suppose such royal armor would be given to any soldier. You must be of a name I should remember!" He exclaimed, hoping for a decent response as he realized the blade he tossed skidded towards the Captain rather than to his side, making him worry slightly on how she'd perceive that. Hopefully as the sign of respect he attempted. His dreadlocks fell to his back after slowly slipping off of the right shoulder.
Kut'Lag eyed the Captain, his tongue soon slithering back into his mouth as he spoke up once more. "I've come to be this castle's need. A slave for her and his majesty." With that last statement, he dropped to a knee, an overjoyed grin stretched across his face, nearly tearing skin upon the excitement pumping through his veins.
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