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Post by The Kingdom of Gauldin on Dec 14, 2015 20:07:22 GMT -8
The guard eye Rebecca speculative and say slightly put off.
"We haven't heard anything to that effect. Last we heard Valois was having his men take their own dead, and Gaspar was going to have people from the palace handle the citizens. Do you have a work order?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2015 20:22:01 GMT -8
Rebecca laughed bitterly. "Riots and attempts to kidnap her highness and you're worried about work orders?" She sneered. "Valois would love to send his own men, I'm sure, but there's a wee bit of looting and raping goin' on. The cities in chaos, half the gossip says the king is dying and the other half says he's blessed by the gods and MY FUCKIN' MARIA IS BEGGIN' HER BIG SISTER NOT TO GO OUT INTO THE CITY BUT IF SHE DOESN'T HOW THE FUCK DOES HE BUY BREAD TONIGHT AND YOU WANT A FUCKING WORK ORDER?" Rebecca sobbed loudly, clutching the handles of her wheelbarrow so tightly that her knuckles turned white, tears of hot fury running down her cheek.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2015 20:36:37 GMT -8
"Despair and revolution," Diodorus answered the redheaded young woman that Would Be Queen. His pensive green eyes looked to Lady Vanelle, and then back to Lady Arianne. "Most of the city is cowering in fear rather than calling for change, but a rolling stone gathers no moss."
He turned when he heard the fighting going on behind him, of Rebecca with her wheel barrow, and a guard that was doubting her presence. Given the surprise attack that had just happened on the city, it only made sense that the guards would be extra suspicious. Diodorus watched the two argue from his distance, and made no move to intervene. He only watched, his amulet and his staff faintly glowing.
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Dec 14, 2015 20:46:37 GMT -8
Arianne's auburn brows snapped together in a frown, while Lady Vanelle also turned to regard Rebecca's shouting antics about picking up the dead. When it seemed that the Arch Mage was also looking at Rebecca, the redhaired woman gave Rebecca an impatient look, and then stepped closer to the distinguished, white-haired man.
"What would you suggest we do? My.... the king wants to postpone the wedding and spend today burying and mourning the dead. My father wants the wedding to continue and to bury the dead come the dawn.... what choice should be made?"
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Post by The Kingdom of Gauldin on Dec 14, 2015 20:53:32 GMT -8
The guards look at each haplessly and one shrugs and pulls out a few coins and says voice placating.
"Sorry madam orders are orders but here's some coin so you can purchase bread."
The guards hope that this will be enough.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2015 21:02:36 GMT -8
Rebecca stares at him and then turns her head to spit. "Keep your money." She snaps proudly, looking over to stare daggers at the arch-magos. She sternly stomps away, her head held high, leaving behind the cart. It was time for plan B: Direct Assault. [Exit]
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Dec 14, 2015 21:08:14 GMT -8
Requin walks out, looking about. He's heard about the attacks, of course. Everyone has. The servants said that Arianne- no, Lady Valois went here. Some sort of tiff with her father and the king. Lovely. He looks around, eventually seeing her bright red hair and walking towards her.
"Ah, Lady Valois! I heard about the attack! I'm so glad you're alright. Here to help the injured, I see. A noble pursuit."
He notes with satisfaction that she's wearing the necklace he gave her.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2015 21:28:32 GMT -8
Diodorus watched Rebecca walk away, and then turned to look at Lady Valois. "Be the Queen you would want to obey," Diodorus advised. When Lord Requin made his way over, he nodded his head to the lord and lady, and then silently made his exit, walking away with Celach flittering about his shoulders.
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Dec 14, 2015 21:32:25 GMT -8
Lady Vanelle turned back in time to see Arianne's frustrated reaction to Diodorus' words. She stepped forward to Lady Arianne's side, her voice soft and quiet. "That man is eccentric," Lady Vanelle said.
"It's almost too polite a word," Arianne said quietly beneath her breath before she turned to Lord Requin. Angry at her father, her husband to be, and now even a little annoyed that the arch mage was no more helpful to her than the others, she wasn't altogether too pleased to be seeing Requin. Even so, she gave him a small, tight smile.
"Lord Requin. Have you come to help?" she asked. In their current vicinity, things were pretty much under control, but in the hospitals and near the morgues, they would need more assistance.
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Dec 14, 2015 21:45:48 GMT -8
Requin nods, looking at the chaos.
"Yes, of course. We must do what we can to ease the suffering of these poor folk. It's our duty as the upper ruling class, after all, to help those less fortunate."
As he speaks, his entourage scurries about, helping the medics and body movers, even his faithful assistant is getting his hands dirty.
"Should we head to another place, then? I'm sure these people can handle this. The hospital must be overflowing with injured right now, and it would be good to be seen helping tend to the wounded. Especially for you, lady Valois. It would build you a good image, one of a kind and nurturing soul. Exactly what a queen needs."
He glances at the necklace, grinning slightly.
"I see you wear my gift. You honor me, Lady Valois."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2015 21:50:30 GMT -8
Remelia exited the temple and blinked at the sight of the street cleaned and repaired. "Like it never happened." She muttered. Of course, it had happened and, while she had been protected from the violence, the fear and paranoia that had settled into the temple left her on edge and regretting coming to Gauldin.
She looked farther down the street and who should it be but Lord Requin talking to... some woman. She had been wondering where the nobleman had been during the chaos. She slithered down the steps likes a waterfall and made her way over to ask him.
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Dec 14, 2015 21:54:29 GMT -8
Lady Vanelle perked a brow at Lord Requin as he approached Lady Arianne, watching the exchange between them.
"Or," Arianne challenged Requin, "it is our duty as human beings to aide others." She turned and smoothly mounted Sionnach, then paused when Requin mentioned the gift that she wore.
She lifted a white gloved hand instinctively to touch the star sapphire that rested upon her breasts, diamonds sparkling around it. In truth, she'd somewhat forgotten that she was still wearing it, but she HAD put it on today since it had matched her gown and it truly was a lovely gift.
A faint blush stole across her cheeks. "It was meant to be worn, wasn't it?" she asked.
Then, a movement caught her eye and she saw Remelia slithering toward them. Lady Vanella was openly staring at the naga and her unique physiology. It made their horses shy away, but both women were expert horsewomen and quickly got their nervous steeds under control.
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Dec 14, 2015 22:07:34 GMT -8
Requin chuckles.
"As kind and generous as ever, Lady Valois. Not only that, but you actually get things done. Not everyone does that. You will indeed make a good queen."
As the snakey naga slithers up, Requin brightens even more.
"Ah! Remelia! I'm glad that you're alright. Have you put any thought into my offer?"
He turns to Arianne, grinning.
"Lady Valois, this is Remelia. She's a talented singer, exceptionally so. So talented, in fact, that she was hired to sing at your wedding."
He swivels back to Remelia.
"And Remelia, of course you know Lady Valois, the queen-to-be."
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Dec 15, 2015 8:40:56 GMT -8
His chuckle brought a little twitch of a smile at the corner of Arianne's lips, a natural and gentle pink. "It may be because I stomp my foot and generally make myself a pest," she joked of her own emotional behavior, which honestly wasn't much far from the truth.
When Remelia arrived and arrested the attention of both of the noble women astride their beautiful steeds, Arianne and Vanelle both openly gazed at the snake woman. They had never seen such a creature before, and neither had their steeds. Certain snakes were thought of as lucky and signs of good, fertile land out in the rural areas, but other snakes, particularly brightly colored ones, were known to be poisonous and dangerous. Remelia was colored just so, and it made Arianne feel uneasy.
Still, Arianne nodded her head to Remelia. "Enchante," she said to the snake woman. The greeting was repeated and murmured by Lady Vanelle as well.
"Really?" Arianne asked, with a little bit of surprise when it was stated that Remelia was going to sing at the wedding. Arianne hadn't been told any of this, and she wasn't even sure why the last minute change bothered her. Arianne had been very reluctant about this entire wedding, but she supposed that she did know all of the details as her mother had been the one to plan the entire event. Had the King even told the Duchess of Carmean? Or had it just been an order that Renaux had made and expected everyone to follow through with it?
"I'm very sorry that we will not be able to hear you sing today, Remelia," Arianne said. "As things are, I believe we'll be married tomorrow, and hopefully you will still be in Travere to sing."
The echoing hooves of another rider came up to Arianne and Vanelle. He wore a doublet with the Valois bear etched into the shoulder.
"My lady," he said to her, since she, of course, was not yet queen, "the Cook and the sculleries are all in a bother about the food for the wedding. We've sent messengers to the King and to the Duke, but neither are nearby. What will you have us do with the food?"
Arianne paused for a moment and looked to Vanelle. Vanelle arched a brow at her, and Arianne blushed, feeling put on the spot. "I..." she hesitated. What were they supposed to do with all of the prepared food?
Be the Queen that you would want to obey, echoed Diodorus' words.
"Baskets. Fetch baskets. Pay full price for them, and have them brought to the palace. Have the servants prepare baskets with the food. You will go to the hospital and find the names of every man that was killed or wounded defending me. Those families get the priorities baskets, and the rest can be handed out among the city."
The rider nodded. "Yes, my lady." And he turned his horse to do exactly as she had asked.
Lady Vanelle smiled a little. "Well done."
"Yes, but I think my mother is going to kill me," Arianne said quietly.
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Dec 15, 2015 10:04:15 GMT -8
Requin grins as Arianne orders for the food to be given away.
"An excellent choice, Lady Valois. You may catch some trouble for that within the palace, but the people will love you. And a loving populace is better than a loyal populace, after all. They'll respect you, rather than the crown you wear."
As the rider speeds away, Requin turns to Remelia.
"It's a shame you weren't able to sing today, Remelia. Perhaps you'll be willing to sing for Lady Valois privately later? Just so that she knows what to expect at the wedding, you know."
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Zigi Stardus
Established
Leader of the Starlight Spider Party
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 32
Physical Description: Well-hung, Snow-white tan, god-given ass, funky red hair, slim but athletic build. 6'1" height.
Clothes and Equipment: Eyepatch, stylish clothes
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 20:57:50 GMT -8
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Post by Zigi Stardus on Dec 16, 2015 19:42:07 GMT -8
Zigi would return to the meeting place he and Major Thom had agreed to meet up only to find he wasn't there. Curious... ゴゴゴゴThe man would backtrack the path Thomas Stardus would have taken for any signs of him. When he came to the particular alley, Zigi stopped in his tracks. There in the alley was the body of his slain brother. He'd call for help and run to his brother's body, once he reached Major Thom it was confirmed for him that he was dead from his wounds. Holding his younger brother lifeless in his arms, tears streamed down from his one eye. He cried out, "DAMNIT! It wasn't supposed to be this way!!!" *** Zigi would have Thomas' body sent home, he didn't want him buried with all the rabble. His family will take care of the body until Zigi could come to mourn with the rest of the Stardus house. For now, he'd head back to the palace. <exits to The Royal Palace>
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Apr 5, 2016 14:41:58 GMT -8
Eleniel had never actually been inside this place, but she had admired it from outside enough times that she was anticipating grandeur. And she got it. Moving into the center of the old temple, she came to a stop and tilted her head back, looking up at the ceiling with wide grey eyes. Turning a slow circle, she let her gaze devour everything, fascinated by the beauty of the architecture. She had come here intending to show Kellam something beautiful, a place where his spirits might lead his queen.. instead she found something so lovely it brought tears to her eyes.
"I've been meaning to come in here since I arrived in the city. I just never have. Always too busy, something else to do." Her voice was watery, as was the soft laugh she breathed after a few moments. Looking down at Kellam, she offered him a small smile, blinking away her tears. "I thought that if your spirits were going to bring your queen to any place in Travere, it would be here. This place used to be an old temple, or so I read somewhere. A.. holy place." She shrugged, then clasped her hands before her. "Probably a silly thought."
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Kellam Urireal
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 172
Age: 212
Physical Description: Kellam is exceptionally tall for a wild elf. He stands at a height of six even, and his build is well muscled and lithe. He is broad enough to be mistaken for a human at a distance. Up close his elven heritage is obvious. He moves with a grace no human can hope to match. His jaw is narrow almost delicate, checks high and protruding giving him a rather exotic look, his nose straight, and brow smooth. His skin is a lustrous golden tan and ordained with tribal tattoos. His hair is shoulder length and pale blond.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kellam's only clothing is a crudely made white robe wrapped tightly around his body. Over this robe he wears The Armor of The Last King. A suit of heavily enchanted elvish plate armor that is missing numerous pieces. Thought tanks to it's enchantments it gleams as though it is new. For weapons Kellam carries a spear and short sword matching his armors make.
Kellam's gear is truly ancient. His tribe is all that remains of a long forgotten elven kingdom. They retreated into the woods to hide from the invaders and lost much of their lore. His weapons and armor are all that remain of what they once had. They are also the only pieces of metal his tribe possessed.
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Post by Kellam Urireal on Apr 5, 2016 16:58:18 GMT -8
Kellam enters the cavernous building and stares up in wonder. It feels as though he has stepped onto a cloud high in the sky. The murals on the ground and ceiling is so perfectly painted. Her words strike a cord with him. She is right this is a holy place he can feel it. He'd never thought he would sense the spirits within one of the buildings of stone. Yet he could feel them here. Still as he looks around he can see only one other spirit touched elf.
The hall is nearly empty. A few people are the kneeling or sitting in silent contemplation. None of them are elven though, none of them are blonde. It is just Len who remains the only spirit touched female he has seen. He still believed her though. The other male he had seen confirmed her story as awkward as that had made him feel. Finally he speaks turning his gaze of wonder onto her.
"This is spectacular. Unfortunately the only spirit touched people here are us. You have already made it clear that you are not she."
There is a twinge of something in his gut and his voice. He ignores it though, she wasn't the one she said so and he could not make it so.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Apr 5, 2016 18:33:17 GMT -8
Kellam's words made the smile fade from her face, and Len couldn't stop herself from wincing. This was all such a mistake. She shouldn't have agreed to show him the city, she shouldn't have let him sleep in her home last night.. she certainly shouldn't have just let it slide when he had tried to kidnap her and then changed his mind. She should have run the moment he let her go. The guilt she felt was openly displayed on her face and within those grey eyes, and no amount of blinking made them go away this time. As crystalline droplets trickled down her cheeks, she dashed them away with a small hand and began moving swiftly toward the exit.
"I'm sorry. I'm so stupid. Giving you false hope like that." Her voice was thick with the tears she struggled, and failed, to keep at bay. Ducking her head as she passed by him, Len just.. moved toward the exit. She had, once upon a time not so long ago, wanted to stay and explore every beautiful facet of this place. Now.. now she just wanted to run away and go someplace safe.
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Kellam Urireal
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 172
Age: 212
Physical Description: Kellam is exceptionally tall for a wild elf. He stands at a height of six even, and his build is well muscled and lithe. He is broad enough to be mistaken for a human at a distance. Up close his elven heritage is obvious. He moves with a grace no human can hope to match. His jaw is narrow almost delicate, checks high and protruding giving him a rather exotic look, his nose straight, and brow smooth. His skin is a lustrous golden tan and ordained with tribal tattoos. His hair is shoulder length and pale blond.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kellam's only clothing is a crudely made white robe wrapped tightly around his body. Over this robe he wears The Armor of The Last King. A suit of heavily enchanted elvish plate armor that is missing numerous pieces. Thought tanks to it's enchantments it gleams as though it is new. For weapons Kellam carries a spear and short sword matching his armors make.
Kellam's gear is truly ancient. His tribe is all that remains of a long forgotten elven kingdom. They retreated into the woods to hide from the invaders and lost much of their lore. His weapons and armor are all that remain of what they once had. They are also the only pieces of metal his tribe possessed.
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Registered: Apr 2, 2016 16:09:22 GMT -8
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Post by Kellam Urireal on Apr 5, 2016 18:59:40 GMT -8
Kel watched confused as tear formed in Len's eyes. What was wrong what had he said? He had only spoken the truth what had he done to hurt her? Concern and worry spread across his face as she pushes past him. As she moves he goes after her, his longer stride allowing him to catch her easily. He lays a hand on her shoulder and turns her around. His voice thick with concern.
"Eleniel? What is wrong? If I said something to offend I am sorry. All I did was speak the truth I did not mean to make you sad. I... Could you please stop crying? I do not wish to see you so."
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