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 19:06:59 GMT -8
Being stopped and spun around, Len lowered her head, sniffling as she fought to stop crying. His words didn't help. He was apologizing? That only made it worse! Shaking her head, she tried to wipe the tears away with her fingers, but that didn't seem to be working. She was too upset to remember one of the numerous handkerchiefs she kept upon her person. When he asked her to stop crying, that only made it worse, and her shoulders shook with the effort it took not to start sobbing brokenly.
"You shouldn't be the one apologizing, I should. I feel horrible. How do you not think I'm horrible? I told you I wasn't your queen, but everywhere we go, there are no female Elves with hair like mine, and it just makes me look like a big fat liar! Why would the gods bring you here if your queen isn't here, and why would they lead you to me if I'm not her? It makes no sense and it makes me feel like a bad person and I hate feeling like a bad person." Curling her hands into fists, she bit down on her lower lip until she broke the skin, causing a small droplet of blood to bead within the indentation. The pain seemed to clear her head, and the sniffles and tears began to dissipate, although her eyes were still wet and red-rimmed and her breathing unsteady.
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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 19:34:12 GMT -8
Kellam fidgets uncomfortably at her words. He is not quite sure how to respond to that. Not that he doesn't know how he feels about the subject. It is just that he does not know how to phrase his thoughts. He is seized by an impulse to draw her into a hug, that would be to familiar though. He has to remind himself again that he has only known her a day. He has to remind himself that they he kidnapped her when they first met. However he might feel about her these facts remained true.
"I suppose I do not think you are horrible, for the same reason you don't think I am. When we met I took you against your will. Instead of hating me though you decided to befriend me. You showed me kindness when by rights you should have shown me anger. I do not think you lied to me. You have given me no cause to think you would ever do so such a thing. I believe that there are other spirit touched elves into the city. Though why we have been unable to locate any and why the spirits lead me to you... I cannot say. Perhaps they knew you would help me?"
I sounds feeble as he says it. Perhaps it is all just coincidence, but at time it did feel like the spirits had lead him to his... He stopped that train of thought. She was not his queen. She did not want to be his queen. The spirits would not lead them around by the nose until she decided to out of guilt. If they did so he would not accept. He had too much regard for her to allow such a thing. Despite how much the thought... again he stops himself.
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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 20:10:05 GMT -8
Her tears slowly dried as Kellam spoke, and Len stopped biting her lip, wincing a bit at the pain as she swept the tip of her tongue across the small wound. Her hands uncurled from their fists as she looked up at him, listening to him speak. But she heard what he didn't say, too. He thought the same as she did; that his spirits had guided him to her because she was his queen, and just didn't realize it, or didn't know how to accept it. It was true, she was drawn to him. Would she have dreamed of being caught between him and Alecos last night, if she wasn't? But there was the problem; she was also drawn to Alecos. But the standoffish lord had no interest in her.
..Right?
Overcome by confusion and desperate to do something, anything, to provide herself with a little clarity, Eleniel did what she always did when her heart or mind was in turmoil; she gave everything up to impulse and instinct. It was this that drove her to step forward, closing the space between herself and Kellam, and rise up on her toes. Her little hands, lightly callused from a lifetime of working out in the wild, stretched up and curled around behind his neck, fingers threading into his hair as she endeavored to pull him downward. The moment she was able, her lips pressed to his in a kiss.
She remained that way for several long moments, searching her feelings. It was.. nice. There were no fireworks, but she had never been the type to believe in such a thing happening. She did feel a pleasant, tingling warmth curling within her belly, however. And that was enough to make her realize that this was a bad idea. Abruptly pulling away from him, Len lingered long enough to give him a wide-eyed look of surprise.. then she spun around and bolted, running back to the streets as fast as her legs could carry her.
<Exit to The Streets of Travere>
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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 20:43:50 GMT -8
Kellam had watched silently as Len approached him. She wasn't saying anything just getting close. He grew concerned when she grabbed his head and pulled him close. Did she want to whisper something to him? He was very confused. A confusion that grew even greater when she kissed him. He had seen his parent kiss on occasion, but had never experienced one. His tribe had wanted to keep him pure for his destined Queen, so they kept him away from the girls. By the time he recovered from the shock, she had turned on her heels and fled. Kellam stands with the grand hall for a long moment. His lips still tingle from where her lips had met his. He hadn't really had the chance to tell if he enjoyed it, but he think he did. Still he was more confused than ever now. Why had she kissed him? Why had she fled? What was he going to do now? Does he follow her? He got the distinct impression she wanted to be alone, yet what was he going to do? Without her he had no friends and no help. He heads out into the city streets. He had taken to long and she is out of sight when he gets out. He cannot track her here. The city is too foreign. With no other choice he picks a direction and begins to wander. Searching for... He didn't really know any more. <Exit to The Streets.> |
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Apr 6, 2016 10:45:31 GMT -8
It was just shy of midday, the sun rapidly approaching the highest point of its arc in the sky, when Reuna moved into the former temple. There were a few people milling about, but most of them ignored what was clearly a denizen of the Royal Academy, even though she was muttering to herself as she moved to the center of the building. "`Stand at the center of the sky`.. clearly the center of this building, so there's that.. `at the suns zenith.` Midday. It's almost that time. Now... `Face away and yourself a loft.` Face away from what? And.. a loft. Aloft? Aloft is..."
Aloft was up. Her head tilted back, eyes sweeping the ceiling. ..Surely she didn't have to go on the roof, did she? That was not a thought Reuna relished. It wasn't that heights bothered her, in truth she rather liked them, but she thought that perhaps it would be frowned upon for her to stand on top of the building like she thought she was a bird, or something equally ridiculous. She would continue to look, turning in small circles (as she had no idea what direction she was to 'face away' from), hoping she spotted something.. but if nothing became evident within five minutes of the sun's peak.. well, she'd resign herself to relocating to the roof.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Apr 6, 2016 11:10:57 GMT -8
As Reuna's eyes examining the ceiling she would notice that there are many small skylights. Including one situated right in the center. Through it the sun was shining straight down. Illuminating the intricate painting of a cloud she is standing on. How does one face away and a loft though? Something might catch her eye as she searches the room. It is a woman of average height, with a slim build, beautiful face, and long black hair. Herself in a reflection. The hall was filled with many such mirrors all perfectly polished. If she is very observant there is one place in the room where there are no mirrors though. She would have to face away from them to look at it. The final thing she may not is that one portion of the wall is rather well light. As though it is receiving more light than any other space. The way the mural is painted it appears to be a distant location, from this angle though exactly what is hard to make out.
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Apr 6, 2016 11:20:04 GMT -8
Reuna's mind was rapidly acknowledging things and filtering them, trying to sort what she was seeing into some sort of logical pattern. There was a skylight directly above her, so at least she was in the right spot. Then as her gaze drifted downward, she noticed something.. interesting. There were mirrors everywhere.. save one particular spot. She was facing away from the other mirrors to look at it. And much of the light seemed to be focused in that direction... Her brow crinkling in puzzled curiosity, she decided to investigate.
Moving quickly across the open space toward the mural, and keeping her eyes fixed on the spot where the light converged so (apparently) meaningfully, she moved in close to see if the light was actually trying to indicate a specific location. If so.. well, Reuna would be absolutely floored. Had she honestly stumbled onto an ancient set of clues meant to lead her to a great and powerful book? Why her? Why had a prophecy of a land she hadn't even known existed (until she literally stumbled into the city) chosen her to receive this book? It was.. baffling, and a little daunting. But she firmed her resolve and examined the mural intently.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Apr 6, 2016 11:28:26 GMT -8
As she got closer the image she would find it gets wider and contorts. The wall wasn't flat it was concave. The mural painted in such away to give depth when viewed from the right angle. The right angle if she had to guess in this face would be... About 20 feet in the air in the center of the room. If only she knew someone who could be summoned with a name and could bring her a ladder.
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Apr 6, 2016 11:39:23 GMT -8
The closer Reuna got, the more she realized this was not the right tack to take. Stopping within a few feet of the mural, she tilted her head and ran a few quick calculations within her mind. She would need to be elevated.. roughly six meters, if her math was correct... And she would need to be in the room's center. Making her way back to the heart of the temple and ignoring the odd stares she was getting, she stopped and placed her hands on her hips. "Edward? Could I perhaps trouble you to bring me a ladder, approximately twenty feet in height?" Now she was really getting some strange looks, but honestly, the sorceress was used to it. She just went on like nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Honestly, this was tame compared to some of the strange things that had happened to her...
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Apr 6, 2016 12:34:41 GMT -8
As was his want Edward popped into the room when he was summoned. he drew quite the number of strange looks. Partly due to his sudden appearance, but also due to the large ladder he is carrying. He grins at Reu and says with a grin.
"Hi Reu! What do you need a ladder for?"
He settles it on the ground and sets it up for her. It is even more or less in the right spot.
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Apr 6, 2016 12:37:35 GMT -8
His arrival drew a smile to her lips, eyes gazing at him lovingly. She had anticipated the question, and even had an excuse prepared. It wasn't technically a lie, so she didn't feel quite so bad about.. excluding the details. "Just doing a little research." Stepping in close to him, she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "Thank you, love."
Adjusting the ladder to the exact spot she needed, the sorceress then scaled it easily. Upon reaching the top, she balanced herself carefully, and squinted down at the spot on the mural where the light was pointing. What would she see? She was excited!
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Apr 6, 2016 13:43:26 GMT -8
From Reuna's new angle the shape took a more easily identifiable form. It appeared to be an island floating in the sky. There were some buildings on top. With the light illuminating it there is a faint gleam on the drawing. The gleam is some dull metal and it is a string of letters and numbers. S:55.62,78.42 SE 4D
Edward watched curiously as Reu climbs the ladder. As she stares intently at the wall he calls up.
"Research into what?"
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Apr 6, 2016 13:51:22 GMT -8
Wrinkling her nose, Reuna peered curiously at the gleam, until she could discern the numbers and letters therein. Were those.. coordinates? Fumbling the journal out of her pocket, and withdrawing the small pencil she always kept in the other, she quickly wrote down the string of figures, and stared at it for a moment. Then she put both items back into her pocket - together, this time - and began to descend the ladder carefully. "This odd little book practically fell into my lap while I was in the Library, and it appears to be sending me on some sort of investigation. Quite odd, really, but very interesting."
Hopping lightly off the last rung of the ladder, she dusted her hands and looked at Edward with a warm smile. "Would you be willing to help me figure out where this is, and perhaps take me there?" Tugging the journal out of her pocket again, she opened it to the page where she'd written the figures in her neat, precise script. Was it really on a flying island, as the mural had made it appear? How fascinating.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Apr 6, 2016 14:02:41 GMT -8
Edward nods his agreement. It wasn't as though he had anything better to do. He looks down at the strange numbers and letters. He points at the first part.
"Well that looks to be a location. It's an old system of map markings just a moment."
He waves his hands and a map of Gauldin appears. He traces his finger along it and taps two spots.
"Hmm someone forgot a letter. It is either in the mountains or on the coast. Do you know what it is you are supposed to be looking for? Also do you have any ideas for the other set of numbers. I suppose I could just cheat, but that seems like no fun."
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Apr 6, 2016 14:31:06 GMT -8
Reuna nodded in agreement with his assessment. "That's what I thought. They appear almost like map coordinates I've seen before, though something is.. different." Then, of course, he produced the 'why' for the difference she'd perceived. And her brow furrowed in puzzlement. A missing letter? Hmmm... "It's a book." She murmured the response, then began to flip through the journal, examining each page as thoroughly yet swiftly as she could, in search of any sort of clue as to what could be missing. There had to be something, right? It couldn't just.. end here, could it?
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Registered: Jan 27, 2016 14:17:35 GMT -8
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Apr 6, 2016 14:52:15 GMT -8
The journal outlines many different adventurer and experiences. There are even a few sketches one in particular catches the eye. It is a sketch of a floating island. The Journal entry is as follows:
If Reu was feeling clever she may take a glance at the page right before.
The beginning of my journey starts today! I will find this book and secure my place in history. I have secured passage on a transport ship leaving from Port Valiant today. I wonder what sights await me out to sea.
Port Valiant was indeed one of the spots Echoes was pointing to. Still the question remained is that where they should go? Though if it was what did the rest of it mean?
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Apr 6, 2016 15:04:33 GMT -8
The sketch of the floating island did indeed catch her eye, and he stopped, reading both that page and the page before it. Then she looked at the map. Then she looked at Echoes. "It would appear that the proper location is on the coast. A floating island? Interesting." She had to wonder if she would simply find another clue on this island, or if it would be the final step of this journey. The thought that it might be the last place was almost anticlimactic.. then again, she had a life here. She couldn't just go gallivanting across the world in search of some powerful book she was destined to find.
Torn, Reuna looked up at Edward. "I can inscribe a translocation circle and find my way to the proper location, if you have things you need to do." Her translocation magic wasn't quite as smooth or as strong as his, but with a definite idea of where she was going, she could probably make it work. She shouldn't be dragging him all over the place, anyway, he had a son to worry about. Turning her attention back to journal and map, she muttered. "So those are coordinates.. but the SE 4D.. perhaps.. hmmm... SE could be southeast.. but 4D.. four.. four what... Days, maybe? Four days.. southeast? Four days southeast of the village?" It made sense to her, at least.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Apr 6, 2016 15:56:29 GMT -8
Edward waves his hand and the ladder vanishes. He then turns his attention to Reu nodding along. Her assessment made sense to him. When the subject switched to whether he would tag along and strokes his chin. He considers her seriously and says with mock thoughtfulness. "Lets see my options are going to work. Work I can do whenever I want or..." He removes his hands from his chin steps in and grabs her hips. He brings her in close and stares into her eyes. "I could go on an adventure with the woman I love. Hard choice..." He slides his hands around her and pulls her in for a long kiss. After a moment he breaks away and says with a grin. "Hmm you make a compelling argument." He chuckles and then teleports them to the area in question. <Exit to Floating Island.> |
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Apr 6, 2016 16:00:18 GMT -8
Looking up from the journal when he spoke, she arched a brow, only for her eyes to widen when he pulled her in by the hips. Ooh, he was being feisty. Just when she was about to make a naughty suggestion, he preempted her with talk of an adventure, and then kissed her. That kiss stole any possible thought of trying to persuade him to stay, and she breathed a sigh when he drew away.. only to laugh. "I know, I'm so hard to resist." Which was hilarious, because he convinced himself, and she'd been trying to get him to stay! And then, they were gone.
<Exit to Floating Island>
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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.
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Post by Queen Arianne on Sept 30, 2016 7:57:09 GMT -8
The Hall was done up in typical ornate, luxurious Gauldin fashion for the Crown Prince's baptism and coronation. Lords and ladies in attendance were showing off their best gowns, their best jewels. Arianne and Renaux were garbed in their heavy crowns and ceremonial robes with fur, their necklaces and rings. It was exhausting, but as they were draped with finery in the ante-chamber of the Hall, Arianne's blue gaze caught Renaux's, and there was a little mocking smile on her lips at all the pomp and circumstance.
When they were ready, Prince Voltaire was laid in Arianne's arms. Music ascended. The crowds stood. The folk from the street crowded around the doors and front windows to watch the baptism while guards kept them at bay from stomping all over the sacred grounds and park of the Hall.
It was a tedious and boring affair. The godparents were present, called forward to intone words of promise and dedication, just as Voltaire's parents were as well. He was baptised and let out a wail, uncomfortable with the oil put on his head and the congregation laughed at the sound.
The child was transfered into Renaux's hands next, for the King to raise his son into the light.
(Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah sivanyaaaaaaaaaaaaa baba sheep ooh baba!)
"We present his highness, the Crown Prince Voltaire Maximillien Travere of Gauldin, Second of His name!"
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