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 6:43:08 GMT -8
Kellam takes the treat gratefully, drawing a few glances as he devours it. He smacks his lips the caramel had made his mouth and hands sticky. Stopping at one of the numerous fountains he rinses off, then slacks his thirst. He had also noticed the distinct lack of spirit touched females. Which he did and did not find odd. On the one hand that is what everything he had taught told him it should be like. On the other hand he did not think Len had been lying to him. Then he spots someone spirit touched hair, knife like ears, and a distinctly male face.
Kellam rocks back on his heels and takes a step back. That was... No it... What? His mind tries to process what he just saw. Another male elf with spirit touched hair. If he thought about what Len had told him it made sense. His hair color was nothing special among the outside elves. Still he had barely wrapped his head around many females with spirit touched hair. To see another male though... it was disturbing. He shakes his head furiously and looks again. The male is gone. He tries to forget about what he has just seen. Her question, which earlier would have made him happy, is answered numbly.
"I... I would like that. I think I would be sad if I never saw you again. Still my valley is very dangerous and hard to enter. I do not know if you would be able to visit. Even if you did I do not know how my people would react. A spirit touched elf who is not the last king or queen... It is so... I am sorry I was taught to keep an open mind. All sides weighed and consider until the truth is found. Yet the foundation of who I am has been shaken."
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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 9:58:40 GMT -8
Len spotted the blonde male Elf as she finished the last few bites of her candied apple, but before she could warn Kellam, he spotted the other man. She winced at the look on his face, and tossed the core and stick of her apple into a nearby trash receptacle, then carefully cleaned the little bit of caramel from her face with a handkerchief (she always kept at least three on hand) dipped into the nearby fountain. Thankfully her question distracted the wild Elf from his confused dismay, though the answer was.. well, slightly disappointing.
"You have a point. I wouldn't want to upset your people by showing up and tossing everything they know on its ear. Oh well." After a moment's consideration, she grabbed Kellam's hand and pulled him along with her as she veered into a nearby shop. It was filled with blown glass goods in a rainbow of colors and a myriad collection of shapes, serving any number of purposes.. from nothing but decoration, to bowls and glasses, to windchimes, and everything in between. Prisms hung in the windows and cast patterns of color across the rooms. "The city is a different kind of jungle. There's beauty hidden in little places. Like little oases of wonder in a stone desert." She looked up at him as she spoke, and smiled.
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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 11:02:05 GMT -8
Kellam follows Eleneil's pull docilely. As he recovers from the shock he has a sudden mad instinct to pull his arm away. He feels like a child in that moment. So overwhelmed by what is around him that he needs someone to hold his hand. He almost does it to his arm stiffens and he begins to tug away. Then he remembers who is holding his hand. He stops tugging but gets no less stiff. Len was holding his hand it was small and delicate, yet their were calluses from work. There was strength within it and he suddenly felt like he was taking some from her. His mind stilled and things were well once more.
Lens leads him into a little shop. Inside are more things made of the same material as the bottle. All different colors and molded into different shapes. He watched in fascination as they catch the light only to cast out a rainbow. They are breath taking. It takes him a moment to register her words.
"They are beautiful, but... what is a desert? Is it like dessert? Can I eat it? Is it made of stone like the apple? The stone is actually food?"
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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 11:09:40 GMT -8
Kellam's stiffness had been noticed, and Len.. well as soon as they were within the shop, she let him go. Her arms crossed below her breasts and she tried not to look at him. She had offended him somehow, she could tell. Perhaps his culture didn't like casually affectionate gestures? As she was examining a pretty blue-and-purple vase, Kellam spoke. His words made her blink, and she snorted a giggle, shaking her head as she answered his questions. "A desert is a place of nothing but sand as far as the eye can see, very hot and unpleasant. I wouldn't recommend trying to eat it."
She moved over to a dangling windchime comprised of multi-faceted prisms that hung within a window, and she unfolded her arms and stretched upward, gently tapping one of the lower prisms. They shifted and clinked together with a gentle, musical sound that made her smile, though her grey eyes were sad. The dream she'd had last night returned to her, and she was once again torn. She barely knew either man. Why had she dreamed such a thing? Did she actually care for either of them? It was unlikely. And she knew neither of them cared for her.
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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 11:41:50 GMT -8
Kellam picked up on of the various nick nacks. A glass rose that seemed to call to him. He catches Len's movement out of the corner of his and he watches her. She stops to play with one of the hanging things it produced a chiming melody and she smiled. He could see the smile did not reach her eyes. This made him uncomfortable and he fidgets wondering what caused her sudden bad mood.
As he fidgets Kellam's hand unconsciously clenches. The stem of the glass rose snaps in two. He stares at it curiously. It had felt as strong was stone yet had snapped very easily. What was this material that was so fragile. Suddenly he hears a yell. An angry looking man approaches him pointing at the rose.
"What did you do! You are going to have to pay for that! You big lumox you can't just break my wares and not say anything!"
Why was this man yelling at him? What was he talking about? What is a lumox? Was that an insult? The realization put him on the defensive. He isn't angry exactly but his demenor changes. Before he had seemed rather meek. Now though he stands tall, his grips tightens on his speaks, and he glares at the man challengingly. The man takes a step back and decides to address Len, his tone still angry.
"You listen here missy! Tell your boyfriend to calm down or I will call the guards! He broke my..."
The shopkeeper is interrupted by the sound of shattering glass. Kellam has dropped the glass rose and laid a single large hand on the shop keepers shoulder. He gently yet forcefully turns the man around. Then Kellam says in a voice of calm authority with just a tinge of anger.
"You will not speak to her in that tone. Am I understood?"
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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 11:54:06 GMT -8
Hearing the crack of breaking glass, Len whipped around to see what had happened, just in time to see Kellam being accosted by a very unhappy shopkeeper for breaking one of his products. She winced seeing Kellam's reaction, but didn't flinch before the shopowner when he turned on her. She was just about to open her mouth and respond when she saw Kellam stop the man, and she had the sudden impression of barely-restrained violence. Hurrying over, she placed her hand on Kellam's wrist and smiled up at him. "It's okay, Kellam. Please, let's just everyone calm down."
Reaching into her skirt pocket, she produced a few coins and pressed them into the shopkeep's hand. It was probably more than enough to cover the destroyed property, but she was also hoping it would keep him from calling the guards. "I'm so sorry, sir. Please don't call the guards. We'll be leaving now." The instinctive urge to take Kellam's hand was suppressed in favor of placing a hand on his shoulder and smiling up at him. "Shall we, Kellam? There are other amazing things to show you."
Hopefully she was able to coax the wild Elf outside, and once they were there, she huffed a soft laugh. "I probably should've warned you that glass is breakable. I keep forgetting so much of this is new to you. I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have put you in that position." Her smile became more of a grimace as she pressed her fingertips to her forehead. She was such an idiot. What was wrong with her? Getting lost in such thoughts was very much unlike her, but Len was having a very hard time shaking off the memory of that dream.
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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 12:39:42 GMT -8
Kellam relaxed his grip when Len placed a hand on his wrist. It was true he had been thinking violent thoughts. He had not liked the way the store keeper had addressed her. The store keeper conversly accepted the coin grumbling. He decided not to call the guards though. He had seen something wild in the elves eyes, something that made him not want to cause more trouble.
Once again Kellam allows himself to be lead around. He finds he is slightly disappointed Len did not take his hand. He listens to her apology and frowns. She seems distressed. He reaches out a tentative hand and pulls her fingers from her forehead. He smiles at her and says calmly.
"You have nothing to apologize for. You are doing much for me with no other reason than the kindness of your heart. My situation would be far worse if you were not here. Imagine what might have happened if I visited such a shop without you to smooth things over."
He realizes he is still holding her hand and releases it. It is not a sudden release, he doesn't recoil, indeed he almost seems reluctant. He then ponders the words she said. Glass based on context that was what the odd material was. It is good to have a name for it. He tests it out rolling it around on his tongue.
"Glass... glass... I do not know if I like this glass. At first I thought it was strong, beautiful, and clear. Much like you are. Still it is fragile which you are not. Makes me question it's use as a building material. Still it is nice to look at it."
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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 12:56:07 GMT -8
When Kellam took her hand, Len looked up at him, trying to pretend that her breath didn't catch as he continued to hold it for a time. His words inspired a small smile, and she rolled her shoulders in a small shrug. "I suppose you have a point. Still, it's my fault, I should've been more careful. I'd never forgive myself if you ended up in trouble with the guards just because I was lost in thought. I'll be more diligent from now on." He let her hand go, very slowly, and Len had to resist the urge to reach out and grab it again.
She choked on nothing but air when he spoke again. Did he just call her beautiful in a roundabout way? She felt heat rising in her cheeks again and lifted her hands, pressing her palms to her flushed face, and smiled bashfully. "Well, um, thank you for the comparison, but I'm more fragile than I look, in my own way." Her heart had taken more than a century to repair after the loss of her first and only lover, after all. Clearing her throat, she turned away and lowered her hands, gesturing for him to accompany her. "Come on, there's a place I want you to see. Maybe your spirits will guide your queen there."
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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 13:31:29 GMT -8
Kellam cocks his head curiously when Len says she is fragile. He does not see such a thing in her, yet he must remember he has only known her for a single day. Her friendly smile, casual familiarity, and their comfortable conversations made him forget that. When she tells him to follow he does so, like a large obedient dog. Or maybe a wolf hound, that seems more apt given his actions in the shop.
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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 14:32:53 GMT -8
Len led him up to a big, intricate stone building, and then inside.
<Exit to The Hall of Sky>
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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 20:17:31 GMT -8
Bursting back out of the Hall of Sky, Len ran as fast as she could, dodging and weaving around people as she moved through the now-familiar streets. Where was she going? Not even she was sure. She just.. ran. She had to get away from.. well nothing she could actually get away from, because her own tumultuous emotions and confused thoughts followed her as surely as her shadow did. Was she running from Kellam, then? No. He had done nothing wrong. It was all her.
Ignoring the odd and often angry looks cast her way, Len found herself struggling to breathe as she finally stumbled into a bookstore. Fleeing inside, she moved to the back of the stacks and stood there, gasping for breath and hiding herself as far from any windows or doors as she could. She just.. she needed to think. It was hard to do, especially considering she ended up raising her hands and covering the lower half of her face as she sobbed. It took everything within her not to just find a corner and begin bawling helplessly, though her eyes filled with tears once more.
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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 20:48:59 GMT -8
Kel comes out of the temple and starts to walk. Despite how dazed his emotions are he moves like a hunter. Slowly navigating through the people avoiding bumping into anyone. He isn't sure where he is going. After his trouble in the store he is too afraid to go into a building with Len. Without her to show him where to go he isn't sure where to continue his quest. The quest he isn't sure he wants to complete anymore. Or a quest he thinks he might have completed. He didn't know any more. He was just very confused as he had been almost constantly since leaving his tribe. He wants to go home. That thought makes him feel like a child. Is he so petulant as to give up because of some hardships? Yet he still doesn't know what to do. Eventually he finds a tree planted in the street. He climbs it and settles in its branches. He would rest here and think.
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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 21:14:33 GMT -8
Len wasn't sure how long she stayed in the store. By the time she finally was ready to leave, the owner was giving her dirty looks. Stepping outside and looking as put together as she could given her feelings - mostly guilt and anger at herself - she tried to think of where to find Kellam. If she were him, where would she go? Her gaze drifted up to the nearest tree. Yes.. that was where he would likely be. Sighing, she began to walk, stopping occasionally to ask people if they'd seen an armored spear-wielding blonde Elf.
Finally, she achieved victory; someone said that they'd seen him, and where. Running to the spot, she peered up into the tree where Kellam was perched. Her face was painted with guilt, her eyes dark with pain. "Kellam.. please forgive me. I shouldn't have left you. Will you come down..?" She bit her lip out of habit, and only flinched a little when she hit the injured spot. She deserved it, so she simply bore the pain for a few moments before stopping what she was doing. She was a terrible person.
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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 6, 2016 9:57:38 GMT -8
Kel had had fallen asleep. It had seemed the easiest way to set aside his confusion and sadness. His dream though didn't help matters. They were of her running from him always just out of reach. Every time he was ready give up she slowed, filled with new hope he would chase once again. Yet when he increased her pace so did she. It was maddening. Then her voice pierces all the noise he had been filtering out. He opens his eyes and looks down. She is there once again asking for his forgiveness. He drops from the tree and stares down at her. He doesn't speak, he doesn't know what to say. His expression though says he is hurt, but not angry. His eyes say he is confused, but willing to forgive her.
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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 6, 2016 10:11:33 GMT -8
The look on Kellam's face made her feel even worse, and she cringed. Sighing, she clasped her hands before her, and looked up at him remorsefully. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done.. well, any of that. Can we..? Let's just.. get out of the city, and.. I feel like I owe you an explanation." Taking a step back, she turned toward the exit to the city, and looked up at him with a mixture of pleading and hope, that also said she would completely understand if he didn't want to be around her anymore. As she'd said.. Len was too nice for her own good, sometimes.
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Kellam Urireal
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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 6, 2016 11:19:25 GMT -8
"I... Would also like to leave the city."
Kellam says with a bit of hesitation. He falls into step beside Len and together they walk toward the exit. He still feels rather stressed and her proximity is not helping. Yet he cannot bring himself to leave her. The thought of the hurt on her face had he refused prevented such a thing. Regardless of how her strange actions made him feel she deserved his compassion. She had shown him too much kindness for anything less.
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Eleniel Windsong
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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 6, 2016 11:23:01 GMT -8
Relief permeated her being when he consented to go with her, and a small smile appeared on Len's face. "Thank you." Resisting the urge to grasp his hand, she would lead Kellam through the streets without speaking a word. Normally she liked being around the thrum of humanity, but right now.. she needed the peace and relative solitude of the wild.
<Exit to The Foret Woods>
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Reuna Laurént
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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 11, 2016 16:26:22 GMT -8
As they appeared in the streets, Reuna took Gavin's hand in hers, leaving Edward to continue holding the other, and began to lead the way toward the bakery. "Let's just wait and see what the baker has to offer, shall we? Perhaps she makes something delicious. Besides, we need to think about what the other people coming to the wedding would like. It wouldn't be very fun for people if the cake wasn't enjoyable, would it?" Gavin was given a smile. The boy's ideas were cute.. if disturbing.. he just needed to learn that thinking about other people was sometimes necessary.
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Gavin Laurént
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Exists!
Roleplay posts: 131
Age: 5
Physical Description: Formerly only existing as a barely perceptible temporal ghost, Gavin is now a perfectly normal 5 year old boy.
Registered: Feb 14, 2016 14:02:40 GMT -8
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Post by Gavin Laurént on Apr 11, 2016 17:22:01 GMT -8
"Well, mommy-" He said "mommy" with a slightly curt tone. "-You always say that it's good to try new things, and that you never know about something until you try. How would people not know if a green tea and marshmallow cake wasn't enjoyable-" He placed a little extra enunciation on the word "enjoyable". "-if they've never tried it?"
His logic was infallible. He had her now!
...in his little mind at least.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
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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 11, 2016 17:43:52 GMT -8
Eward very pointedly does not look at Reu. He is fairly certain that she would kill him if she saw his smile right now. She was dealing with the five year old and his infallible logic right now. He should not reveal just how much he is enjoying it. Especially since he is partially to blame for the boys ideas.
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