Sam Ramsey
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Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 34
Registered: Mar 5, 2015 22:06:48 GMT -8
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Post by Sam Ramsey on Mar 6, 2015 21:27:59 GMT -8
"No my Lord. The pleasure is all mine. This is a wonderful feast." Raising his goblet with the King. "I hope the gift was satisfactory my Lord." He said hoping that his gift had made the impression he was hoping it would.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: May 19, 2024 10:09:55 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2015 21:39:01 GMT -8
When she was ;let in, Feruzia barged in on the feast, and possibly startled some people in her wake. As soon as she was within ear shot, she called to Camilla, “Your highness! You ARE alive!! All is not lost then!” She immediately knelt in the center of the room, head bowed. As far as Hylon and Evrand went, she had not met them yet, but they would be afforded the same respect that Fer was giving 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 Mar 6, 2015 21:41:06 GMT -8
Camilla did not hear Feruzia, of course. But broke away from the merrymaking to sit back down. She hoped something else would happen of interest and probably would not be disappointed at all to know that an old friend had arrived. She took a small sip of her wine and gave a soft yawn, indicating how tired she was feeling. It had most certainly been a long day!
Who knew how much longer it would last. Feasts like this tended to go well into the morning and sometimes into another day.
And then her friend arrived and bowed. Camilla stood up with a gasp, mouth gaping open. The princess moved tentatively over toward Feruzia and put her hand on the woman's shoulder. "I... I thought everyone had perished..." she breathed.
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King Hylon Eremae
Committed
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 Mar 6, 2015 21:44:16 GMT -8
" Indeed it was... where did you get such fine.. craftsmanship?" King Hylon recalled the ingenuity of the crossbow from a prototype of it that recently started passing around the chamber, noble to noble as they figured out the inner workings of such a sophisticated... bow. Such genius this was. The bards changed to another tune, continuing on their merry way to filling the chamber's air with colorful notes of livelihood.
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Sam Ramsey
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Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 34
Registered: Mar 5, 2015 22:06:48 GMT -8
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Post by Sam Ramsey on Mar 6, 2015 21:52:11 GMT -8
"I received the blueprint for it from travels. Now that I think about it I can't quite remember when I got it. I have had those for a long time. If I may ask my Lord. How is it that you grew to be the King of Medan?" Sam asked then took a another sip of his wine.
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Registered: May 19, 2024 10:09:55 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2015 21:53:52 GMT -8
“Nay, Highness, people yet live,” she said as she lifted her head so she could look into the Princess' eyes. “A lot were captured by Thorn's men and some still remain in captivity.” She was breathless, “Some have moved on to different parts of the world, but those who haven't are in custody of some rogue troops. I could not free them on my own, Highness, but if you were on the throne where you belong, and an army raised, we could rescue our people.” Her face was hard with conviction, she spoke so that only Camilla could hear at this point.
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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 Mar 6, 2015 22:00:28 GMT -8
“I am about to marry, Feruzia. I cannot leave. But I have people out there now... Had I known that people lived, I would have asked for extra help. It does change things. Come...” She took the woman's hand and all but dragged her toward the dias where Hylon, Evrand, and Sam sat. “Majesty... I beg your forgiveness for the interruption, but this is of importance. I would speak with you privately for a moment in regards to the quest.” She took a breath and gestured toward Feruzia, “This is Feruzia, and she was also born in Verri. She brings news that is both welcome and disturbing....” if that made any sense at all.
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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 Mar 6, 2015 22:00:54 GMT -8
All throughout the evening, Prince Evrand made small connections with Camilla--in his gaze, in his motions--yet he primarily engaged other visitors, those who truly didn't get to personally meet the prince too often. A little tipsy, but clever in an almost devious manner, he had positioned himself optimally in the room. Often quick-witted and a court-trained master of the cocktail party effect, his capability to focus on other conversations around him in the busy room was quite superb. He listened in on Camilla and Feruzia, who's exchange went otherwise ignored and unnoticed in the festivities of the room.
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King Hylon Eremae
Committed
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 Mar 6, 2015 22:35:18 GMT -8
"Ah yes..." he trailed off, as if searching an extensive memory for the best way to explain the last several months. "Two noble lineages of a lost kingdom were all that were left of the past. One pulled together the remains of their past and banded together in a city called Brimiarde, and the other began building anew, here, in Stonevale." The King explained. "I lead House Eremae, and we called our home the lands of Eremae... the other kingdom, which called themselves Medan, coexisted with ours. Under an agreement to join forces, I, ruler of the lands of House Eremae, was crowned king of Medan when their king Lanceron mysteriously disappeared."
He had just barely explained something of a quick, but hopefully satisfactory explanation, before they were interrupted by Camilla and a woman he hadn't seen before. Strange... she hadn't been invited to the party, for certain. "Ah, hello, Camilla!" He spun around to meet her ebulliently, and but frowned when she revealed her intentions of talking to him somewhere else.
"Well then... Sam Ramsey, we will meet again. It has been a pleasure," he said with a nod, and then started towards one of the torch-lit hallways.
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Sam Ramsey
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 34
Registered: Mar 5, 2015 22:06:48 GMT -8
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Post by Sam Ramsey on Mar 6, 2015 22:38:53 GMT -8
"I hope to speak in the near future my Lord." He bowed to the king as he left.
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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 Mar 6, 2015 22:44:41 GMT -8
Feruzia bowed briefly to the king and then followed along. When they were all in the hallway, “My people yet live, Sire...” And then she let Feruzia take over...
Feruzia: “Aye, Your Majesty. My name is Feruzia of Verri. I was one of the few who managed to escape before our kingdom fell. I did not even know her Highness was still alive until I ran into a few fellows who were going on a quest and one of them told me of her where-abouts. There are roughly fifty people or so still confirmed alive. Most have died or left for other parts unknown.” She sighed and looked to Camilla, “If you cannot go, then I will in your name, highness.”
“I cannot... I am to wed His Majesty's son and to leave now would not be a good idea.” Camilla looked to Hylon and sighed, “What should we do, Sire?”
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King Hylon Eremae
Committed
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 Mar 6, 2015 22:56:59 GMT -8
"Hrm... what shall we do, indeed..." he trailed off, his gaze moving to the flames of a nearby torch. His mind was in motion. After a few seconds pass, he asks his first serious question. "What holds them prisoner?"
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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 Mar 6, 2015 23:04:06 GMT -8
“There are some rogue knights from Thorn's kingdom still wandering these parts, here and where Verri used to stand. There is also a dragoon. We outnumber them by far but our people have been trapped for a long time. I have killed any of the rogues I have ever run into. I have also come upon their camp near the ruins of one of our towns. I would say there are still about twenty left altogether, Your Majesty.” Feruzia looked between the two monarchs.
Camilla took in a breath, “What if she joined up with the adventurers?”
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King Hylon Eremae
Committed
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 Mar 6, 2015 23:09:22 GMT -8
"But, would that be enough? Perhaps we should put out a notice, to all freelances and honorable knights and adventurers, to accompany Feruzia in such a quest?" The festivities were beginning to die down in the chamber, perhaps not coincidentally following the departure of the king. However, it was getting late, and this gathering was not particularly large or rambunctious enough to continue past midnight.
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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 Mar 6, 2015 23:15:11 GMT -8
Camilla gave the nod at that. “Yes, Sire. That would do just fine.” And then she looked to Feruzia... “Thank you for coming to me, Feruzia... And thank you, Sire, for taking the time to hear us. I know it was an inconvenient time.” She gave a cursty, and Feruzia bowed.
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King Hylon Eremae
Committed
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 Mar 6, 2015 23:25:31 GMT -8
In return, he nods, and heads back into the main hall. Here, the party continues as it ebbs and flows, eventually dying down sometime before midnight. Servants came immediately following the departure of most of the guests. A lot of the leftover food was to go to others; incomplete dishes to animals, such as dogs and livestock, and untouched dishes were donated to the village community. Cleanup and charity (as many small gifts presented to the king, that evening, were traditionally regifted) was a process that happened over the course of the night, while most of the party inhabitants slept off their food and wine and their king retired to his chambers.
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Captain Fulk
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Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 36
Registered: Mar 9, 2015 22:29:13 GMT -8
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Post by Captain Fulk on Mar 10, 2015 0:22:37 GMT -8
Captain Fulk and the rest of the group having been allowed into the Kingdom now approach the Main Keep of Fort Stonevale. As they approached he saw the guards stepping forward so he decided to announce himself ahead of time, "I am Captain Fulk of the Knights Errant and I am tasked by Godfrey of Tyric the leader of the Knights Errant and Lady Feruzia with escorting these people of the past Kingdom of Verri to the future Princess of Medan here at the Keep." He then waited to see what the guards would do in return.
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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 Mar 10, 2015 0:40:54 GMT -8
After he announced himself and the guards let him and the group to pass, Camilla, who had been given a message of their arrival, entered the room. She'd had to hurry to clean herself up, for she had been in the garden. She stood in the center of the room, not by the throne, but on the red carpet that led the way. She was dressed as a lady in the same, ermine gown she had worn just days prior in the banquet, understated jewels accompanied those, her gold mesh snood, long golden hair tucked securely inside, small little gems twinkling on the fabric. She made a lovely sight.
A worried expression had crossed her fine featured face, and she said with authority, "I am Camilla."
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Captain Fulk
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Roleplay posts: 23
Age: 36
Registered: Mar 9, 2015 22:29:13 GMT -8
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Post by Captain Fulk on Mar 10, 2015 0:51:55 GMT -8
Walking into the main hall Captain Fulk led two rows of Knights Errant that when Captain Fulk stopped so did they. Captain Fulk gave a half bow out of respect but also to show he did not answer to her. "My Lady I am Captain Fulk of the Knights Errant and I was tasked by Godfrey of Tyric the leader of the Knights Errant and by Lady Feruzia in escorting the people of Verri to your door steps." After that he stepped to one side and the two rows of Knights split and stood at attention on either side of the red carpet. "The lost people of Verri my Lady." Captian Fulk said as the captives walked in between the Knights.
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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 Mar 10, 2015 1:11:40 GMT -8
“Thank you...” she said to the man, and canted her head as the Verrians into the hall. Her golden gaze took in each and every face that was familiar, yet unfamiliar. She held her breath as she walked toward them, reaching out to touch a face of one who had been just a child when she had last seen him, then to gently grasp the hand of a middle aged woman who had washed clothing. Men and women who could have died years ago but were spared. And then she stopped at a balding older man and whispered his name in awe... “Marcone...”
He gave a misty eyed smile to the woman who should have been his quuen. “Ye look t'e verry image o' yer mither, princess.” He had been the court jester, now he was just a simple man without the humor. He would be the first to kneel, moving shakily to his knee, and bowing his head. “Yer Maesty...”
And then they all followed suit. The roughly fifty bodies either knelt or curtsied to Camilla, daughter to their fallen king, the woman they still considered their queen after all this time. Camilla had to close her eyes against the hot feeling of saline, not wanting to show the unwanted emotion in front of anybody, but a stray droplet slipped down her cheek unchecked.
“I am no queen,” she said after a long moment of silence... and even then, it was hard to hear with her smoke damaged voice. She moved back and looked to them all. “I am no queen,” she repeated, louder, “Please rise, people of Verri.” They rose, but they did not agree with her assessment of herself.
“You'll always be queen of Verri, no matter what!” came the shout from the young man who's face she had touched. “Long live the queen!”
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