Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290 
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jun 8, 2016 4:20:52 GMT -8
The look on her face and in those misty eyes brought him a great deal of joy and his grin widened further as she took his arm.
"A market sounds absolutely wonderful Eleniel. And we shall definitely revisit that, perhaps as a later date? Anyway, which way is the market?"
His tone was casualas he spoke, as if pulling a fair maiden onto your horse and riding off into the sunset was just all in a day's work for the Lord. Eleniel would be able to feel near solid muscle on his arm through the jacket, something fairly uncommon in a lot of softer-bodied lords, too committed as they were to their feasting and parties. Made him sick. Not that he didn't enjoy such things, but there was a time and place for everything, and every day was not 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 Jun 8, 2016 12:21:47 GMT -8
"That would be wonderful. It's this way." He was already making plans to see her again? Len felt a flutter in her belly. It seemed Nicolas was really quite taken with her.. she could admit, she was quickly becoming the same way. With a smile on her lips and a bounce in her step, she led him away from her bakery and into the streets of Travere, their eventual destination being the Sun Market.
<Exit to Le Soleil Marché>
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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 Jun 24, 2016 14:21:07 GMT -8
<Much later that day>
The stars were twinkling merrily above as Eleniel and Duke Nicolas Soult walked into the stone yard of her bakery. She was laughing as she finished sharing a story with him, one of her more embarrassing anecdotes from when she was younger.
"..and so Mama walked in and there was flour everywhere. It had even gotten up on top of the rafters, and we never did figure out how it happened. She laughed until she was crying, and after that, we were never allowed in the kitchen all together again. But that's how I learned to bake. Mama decided that since I'd been the one trying to make the cake in the first place, I should learn how." She came to a stop near the small one-stall lean-to back toward the rear side of the courtyard, tucked in just behind the actual bakery building. Oerin stuck his head out over the half-door and nickered at her, and she reached out to stroke his nose.. but her attention was quickly drawn back to Nicolas. She looked up at him in the pale light of the moon and stars, and smiled.
"I had the most amazing evening. Thank you for dinner.. and the dancing.. and the other things." Her cheeks flushed, recalling those two sweet kisses. Her heart tripped and began to speed up. Was he going to kiss her again? Gods, but she hoped so.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jun 24, 2016 14:56:55 GMT -8
He laughed at the mental image of her and her siblings standing in their kitchen, and absolutely covered in flour. He and his brothers had gotten in to some pretty hefty shenanigans when they were younger, but Eleniel's story was among the best examples of childhood mischief, unintentional or not, he had heard yet. The noise of her horse reminded him that their night was almost over, and he resolved to end it as best he could.
"I did too, Eleniel, even better than I had possibly hoped. And thank you for being my dance partner as well, but there is one more thing."
He pulled her tight and kissed her passionately underneath the light of the moon and the stars, heedless of her horse that was undoubtedly staring right at them as they kissed. In that moment, she was the entirety of the world, and everything else was meaningless.
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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 Jun 24, 2016 16:04:45 GMT -8
The petite Elf gasped as he pulled her close, and then her arms were winding around his waist, holding her body as close to his as she could possibly get. Eleniel kissed him with fire, with affection and desire, the lingering flavor of their shared dessert on his lips. Nicolas filled her with such feelings, she felt her heart afire with all the emotions within her, her head spinning. A soft moan fell from her lips to his as her hands slid across his back, the warmth of his body a contrast to the chill night air around them. Oerin was far more intelligent than he appeared, due to the bond he held with her as a ranger, and he turned away with another soft nicker while they kissed. Len was completely oblivious, and couldn't have cared less - all that mattered in that moment was Nicolas.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jun 25, 2016 19:26:27 GMT -8
It was the end of the evening and they both knew it, but he had no desire to go just yet. He would maintain the kiss for as long as she would allow, then when she broke it off he would step back and smile at her.
"Eleniel, I had a wonderful time with you. I am fairly certain that I have never had a more enjoyable day in my entire life. I thought that some of the things I did before I met you were tedious, but now...now I simply measure the time between now and when I get to see you again. It is quite the maddening feeling in fact."
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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 Jun 25, 2016 20:51:00 GMT -8
The kiss lasted as long as she could make it, which was until her lungs started burning with the need to breathe. Only then did Eleniel break away from Nicolas and look up at him with a breathless gasp and flushed cheeks. Her eyes were shining as she listened to his words, and a bright smile curled across her lips. Her hands slid away from their prior position upon his back and instead shifted around to the front of his form, the right laying above his heart while the left ventured upward to let her work-worn fingertips brush against the strong line of his jaw.
"Perhaps you'll find some solace in knowing that you're not alone. We haven't even parted ways yet and already I can't wait to see you again." Her hand slid away from his face and down so it was on a level with its twin, and they both gently curled as a slightly sad look passed across her face. "But you have your lands to manage, and I have my business.. and so as much as I wish I could see you every day, I know that isn't possible. But.. perhaps..."
She paused, a briefly thoughtful expression crossing her features, then continued. "..Perhaps we could exchange letters until we can meet again?" Her face lit up with hope. That seemed like a fair compromise, a way to keep in touch and still be able to share the beauty of their budding relationship while they had to be apart.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jun 26, 2016 9:58:36 GMT -8
"That is an excellent idea, it would be nice to have something to look forward every week."
He grabbed her hand as he spoke, and held it in front if him briefly, before giving a gentle kiss to the back of it. His eyes sparkled in the pale moonlight as he contemplated the look in her eyes and everything that happened that day. His face had actually started to hurt earlier in the day she had him smiling and laughing so much. He was fairly certain nobody had ever made him feel that way before, and certainly he did not enjoy anyone's company as much as he did hers.
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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 Jun 26, 2016 11:42:00 GMT -8
Len once more seemed to glow with happiness as he agreed with her idea, and then Nicolas kissed the back of her hand, eliciting a sigh from the Elf. Unable to resist the temptation, she popped up onto her toes and pressed her lips against his in a fleeting but tender kiss. Much as she wished to prolong it, she knew they couldn't stand there all night simply kissing, and so she stepped away a few moments later with a soft laugh. Oerin had turned to face them again, and he stuck his head out, stretching his neck so that he could nudge her shoulder with his velvety soft nose.
"Very well then. I'll send Kye with a letter as soon as I'm able. I suppose I should go now, lest we find it even more difficult to tear ourselves away from each other." She pulled her hand free of his with obvious reluctance, then turned to the stall and opened the door, allowing Oerin to wander out. Even despite her cloak and skirts, she pulled herself up onto his back with ease, and settled into the sidesaddle as though she'd been born on horseback. Even with the reins in hand, she couldn't make herself leave just yet.. she sat there and looked at Nicolas with longing as she tried to prolong their parting.
"I will see you soon?"
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jun 26, 2016 13:46:35 GMT -8
He blinked in surprise as she kissed him, but even as her lips left his they would feel his smile widen. It was the first time she had kissed him, instead of the other way around.
"Weekend after next if I am not mistaken, at the winery with your incorrigible friends. Perhaps tell the this time that we don't need any further encouragement?"
His tone was light-hearted, though a hint if seriousness was present. He did not want them to force any further steps in this relationship. Such things were inappropriate for a Lord to do while he was unwedded.
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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 Jun 26, 2016 13:54:01 GMT -8
Her smile widened, and the Elf laughed softly, leaning forward and down to extend her hand and stroke his cheek once more.
"I promise, I'll give Zaraen a good talking-to about his antics at our next lesson." Straightening and withdrawing her touch from Nicolas was clearly a chore, but she forced herself to do it anyway, instead gripping the reins in both hands.
"I will see you two weekends hence, then. Goodnight, Nicolas.. and be safe." Flicking the reins urged Oerin into motion, and the gelding pranced around Nicolas before taking off toward the street. The three-beat staccato of his shod hooves upon the stone could be heard soon after as she took off toward the city's exit. Her heart was light and there was a smile on her face. She was too happy for words.
<Exit>
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jun 26, 2016 16:45:25 GMT -8
"Excellent, I look forward to hearing from you Eleniel. Goodnight to you too, and have a safe trip."
He would watch as she rode away, the only sound in a sleeping city that of Oerin's hooves. When she was swallowed by the night, he would return to the tavern. In spite of the sadness in leaving her, his heart felt light, and he nearly skipped his way back to the tavern he was so happy. A grin had permanently embedded itself on his face for the rest of the night.
<Exit>
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