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 Feb 19, 2016 20:33:03 GMT -8
Just on the other side of the water from Travére is a small clump of forest. Nothing big, scary, or imposing about it; just trees, plants, animals, and a rapidly-running little creek through the heart of it all.
And a simple cottage.
It is here that Eleniel Windsong, owner and proprietress of the Starlight Bakery in Travére, makes her home. Every day, she makes the ride from the cottage, to the bakery, and back again. Sure, it's a bit of a commute, but she's a blend of city girl and woodland lover.. why not have the best of both worlds? The cottage, while simple, is heavily warded against intrusion and violence.
(OOC: Permission to enter must be gained via PM.)
 The Living Room The Dining Area The Kitchen (Also known as where the magic happens!) The Solarium The Bedroom
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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 3, 2016 20:57:16 GMT -8
After stowing Oerin in his small lean-to, she led the way into her cottage with Kellam Urireal trailing behind. The lights magically activated when she entered, and not for the first time, Len was thankful for the ingenuity of mages. Moving through the living room, into the dining area, she paused at the door into the kitchen and smiled at him. "Please, make yourself at home. I'll just find something to cook real quick and then we'll have dinner."
Pushing through the swinging door as she rolled her sleeves up, she propped it open so that he could follow her, if he wanted, and began to rifle through her cabinets and the cold storage one. Within minutes she was washing vegetables, preparing to cut them and add them to the pan where a chicken sat waiting, atop an oven that was filled with a crackling fire. All the while, she was humming merrily, her movements happy and bouncy as she scrubbed at potatoes and gently rinsed shallots and radishes.
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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 3, 2016 21:20:16 GMT -8
Kellam had stopped to stare at the cottage as Len stabled her horse. As she opens the door he shifts uneasily. He had seen such buildings from a distance. Even briefly been inside one at the boarder. Still it seemed strange being enclosed by stone. Still he knew there was nothing to be afraid of... at least there shouldn't be right? He walks hesitantly inside after her. He lets out a little gasp as the lights turn on. He rushes over to the device admitting it. A crystal held up by metal that was carved with little squiggly lines. He pokes it cautiously, it wasn't hot. Light without fire, stories spoke of such magic to see it himself was a marvel. Truly the outside world had many wonders. He glances around the room noticing Elenial's absence. Though he can hear her humming through another door.
Kellam took his time poking and prodding everything in the first room, his initial hesitancy forgotten. His favorite discover were the cloth covered chairs. There was something between the cloth and wood that was wonderfully soft. He let out a little exclamation of joy as his hand sunk into it. He even went so far as to bend down and press his face onto the cushion. How marvelous! After a time he comes into the kitchen. He stares at the metal stove. There were many metal furnishings within this abode. It was odd that something so rare to his tribe was so common. So much was different out here. Not quite sure what to do with himself he stands in the room as she works. Her method of preparing food was far more intricate than what he was used to. He grips his spear and suddenly feels awkward. He is so out of place in this world. It is so painfully obvious to him that he doesn't belong. Would his queen be able to see that? If he found her why would she leave behind all this for his tribe? To fight to retake a home that may or may not still exist. Once again doubts plague his mind. His expression turning worried and forlorn.
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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 3, 2016 21:30:59 GMT -8
Len was turning to place the colander full of vegetables on the island beside the cutting board when she spotted Kellam. He looked a combination of uncomfortable, anxious, and sad that tugged at Len's heart. She really needed to learn to rein that thing in sometime, it did nothing but get her in trouble. Speaking of rebellious organs, her stomach flipped strangely at the sight of the painted, half-armored, spear-wielding example of Elven virility standing within her kitchen. Gods above, but if she'd been a lesser woman...
Shaking those thoughts aside, she gave him a smile and set down the colander, then began to systematically slice vegetables. "What's the matter, Kellam? You look a little down. Take a seat and tell me what troubles you." Gesturing toward a stool near the island, she then turned and casually grabbed a bottle from the cold cabinet, which was uncorked and placed before him. It was a sweet honey mead that Len herself was fond of, and she was hoping he would like it.. and that he would relax and talk to her. She liked him, even if their initial meeting had been.. odd. Then again, it was very hard to make Len not like someone. She was too good-hearted, it seemed.
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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 4, 2016 9:22:22 GMT -8
Kellam took the indicated seat. He was beginning to realize he should keep a better reign on his emotions. Letting his distress show so plainly was unbecoming. Still it was hard not to today. Today had been the most draining in a series of draining days, since leaving his village. He watches curiously as a she produces a... He wasn't quite sure what it was. It was made of a smooth almost see through brown material. It was reminiscent of the material Kellam had seen placed in walls. This wasn't flat like the others, it was molded into a container. Within he could see a liquid. Obviously he was meant to drink what was inside. He grabs the bottle and almost as quickly releases it. It was cold! Like ice, how was that possible?
Ready this time Kellam takes the bottle in hand and sniffs cautiously. It smelled sweet and pungent, like the fruit juices some in his tribe made. Without any further hesitation he puts the bottle to his lips and tips his head back. He gets about halfway through before he chokes a bit and has to stop. His eyes water and he tries not to spit any on the table. It had been sweet at first, but it had a bitter aftertaste. Not unpleasant but he hadn't been ready. Ultimately he decides he likes the drink but should drink it slower going forward. His little adventure had distracted him from his thoughts and her question. He felt oddly better now he liquid warming him from the inside. So he manages to inject some levity in his voice as he speaks.
"I was just reflecting that if... when I find my queen I will be asking much of her. She will likely live a place like this, with all the comforts it has to offer. I would be asking her to leave all of it behind for my tribe. I love my people and our way of life. Yet we do not have luxuries like soft seats, cold beverages, or magic lights. I could see her being very reluctant to leave such things behind. Especially for an uncertain and potentially dangerous future. She would have to be very kind and very brave."
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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 4, 2016 10:07:23 GMT -8
Len halfway watched his adventure with the bottle and its contents, more focused on cutting the vegetables. Once they were sliced to her liking and placed in the pan with the chicken, she drizzled the whole thing in a mixture of oil and herbs, then popped it into the oven. With that done, she returned to the sink, and began retrieving fruit from a basket that was almost out of reach. A mixture of blackberries, raspberries, cherries, strawberries, and a couple of apples were put in the colander to be rinsed as she listened to his words.
She knew what he was thinking: If she was his queen, why would she want to leave her cushy house and go live in the middle of the forest, with no creature comforts? As she carefully rinsed the fruit items, she tried to ponder how best to answer, rinsing the fruits within the sink with careful motions. Then, retrieving a glass dish, she turned back to the cutting board and dumped the loose fruits out onto a towel to dry; the apples she began to cut into small slices, a ponderous expression on her face while she weighed her words. It seemed she finally found the right ones, as she began to speak softly.
"You're right.. it would have to be a very special woman. But I think that if you're meant to be together, she'll be willing to do whatever she has to so she can be with you. Maybe she's even someone who's lived in the wild before.. someone who understands the beauty of laying in the boughs of a tree and watching the moon pass overhead, while the nightbirds sing and the wild things roam. Who has sat in an open field, watching as the wind rustles the sea of green, and has gently touched the nose of a curious fawn who is new to the world." She smiled as she spoke, reliving fond memories. Then she shook herself out of it and glanced up at him. Surely she wasn't thinking of..? No. She surely wasn't his queen. She was just being.. metaphorical. That's right.
"Err, no doubt there's such a woman out there. And I'll help you find her, if I can." Whew. Good save, Len.
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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 4, 2016 10:36:44 GMT -8
Kellam smiles as Eleniel's words stir his own memories. He had been so overwhelmed by the luxury, that he had almost forgotten what his people had. They may not have had the comforts but there was great beauty. Surely his destined queen would be able to appreciate such things. He grins at her his woes once again abated.
"Thank you Eleniel. You seem to have the knack of making people feel better. You reminded me of the beauty of my home. It is a great valley nestled within a canyon. It is filled with lush trees and flowers of every color. A waterfall crashes down at one end and feeds the river we use to tend our crops. It is... what is that smell? It is very good."
His reminiscing is cut short as the scent of of roasting chicken hits his nose. He raises his head into the air nostrils flaring and stomach growling eagerly. It is meat but mixed with something exotic. His mouth begins to water as thr enticing scent calls to him. His gaze falls on the stove, he looks almost like a dog eying his masters meal.
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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 4, 2016 11:40:26 GMT -8
As Kellam spoke of his home, Len finished slicing the apples, and began to toss berries and apple slices alike into the glass dish, before she moved to retrieve a bag full of candied nuts. These she added into the mixture, before she then fetched a bottle of cream from the cold cabinet. This was poured into a bowl, and with a whisk in hand, she rapidly beat it until the cream formed soft, fluffy peaks. This was then dumped into the dish, and she gently folded the fruit and berry mixture into the cream. Lightly drizzling honey on top of the whole mixture, she moved to peek into the oven.
"It sounds absolutely beautiful. I'm sure whoever your queen is, she'll love your home just as much as you do. As for that smell, that would be dinner. Chicken and some roast vegetables. It's almost done, actually. Just a few more minutes." Returning to grab the glass dish, she slid it into the oven above the chicken and closed the door. Then she set about grabbing plates and silverware, and carried them into the nearby dining room, setting the table. She then went back into the kitchen and extracted first the fruity dessert, which had browned lightly on top, and set it aside to cool.
With careful movements, she lifted the chicken out of the oven and set it on the counter, whereupon she found a large platter a carving fork and knife, and a serving spoon. Transferring the chicken and vegetables onto the platter, she carried the whole mess into the dining room, and set it down. Then she began to carve slices of chicken, depositing those and a sizable portion of roast potatoes onto each plate. "I'm not the best cook, but I'm learning to get better. I hope you like it."
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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 4, 2016 11:55:06 GMT -8
Kellam looks at the plate of food hungrily. He doesn't recognize most of what is on it but it smells good. He looks at the bits of metal she laid next to the plate. He recognizes one as a knife though not a practical one. Another looks to be a spoon. The third though is a mystery.
Shrugging his shoulders Kellam grabs the knife and skewers one of the vegetables. Popping it in his mouth. It is hot! Still he chews and swallows and let's out a groan of appreciation. It was covered in something that he couldn't identify but with made it very savory and tasty. He tore into the meal with an abandon that made two things quite clear. One he very much enjoyed what he was eating. Two the concept of ettiquit was not something he was familar with. When he is finished he says halfway between eager and sheepish. A bit ashamed by his own apatite.
"That was the most delcious thing i have eaten. Is there anymore?"
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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 4, 2016 12:02:06 GMT -8
Settling down at her own seat across the way from Kellam, Len picked up her fork and knife and began to cut up her chicken, watching him with mild amusement as he gazed mystified at the utensils. But to her credit, she didn't laugh. She simply began to eat, sighing happily as she realized she hadn't managed to screw up the chicken or vegetables. They were actually quite tasty. She was learning how to cook something other than baked goods. It was a very good thing to know.
She was only about halfway through her first helping when he finished, and she laughed softly, setting her knife and fork down. "Of course. I'm glad you like it." Standing, she quickly carved some more of the chicken for him and put it on his plate, along with another large serving of vegetables. Then she sat down and resumed eating. "If that's how you react to some chicken and potatoes, I can't wait to see what you think about dessert." The poor male might just come out of his skin once he tasted the fluffy, fruity mixture that was cooling in the kitchen.
"So, perhaps tomorrow, I can show you around the city." The subject was broached carefully as she ate another healthy bite of potato, eyeing him thoughtfully.
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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 4, 2016 12:24:31 GMT -8
Kellam gave Len a broad smile as the second helping was placed front of him. He had observed Len use the mystery utensil and attempted to mimic her usage. He quickly grows frustrated with how slow it is and returns to his previous method.
"I do not know what dessert is. If it is anything like this though I am sure I will enjoy it."
Kellam was mid way through chewing a bulging mouthful of food when she asks her question. He uses the food to but himself time chewing thoughtfully before swallowing. The city terrified him. All the stone, all the people, all the noise, and the strange thing floating in the sky. It would also be the farthest he had been from a forest in his life. The lack of trees disturbed hum greatly. Still his duty said he must go. He also didn't want Len to think of him as a coward. It seemed important that she think we'll of him. Finally he nods his head and voice firm with resolve.
"Yes. Tomorrow I will travel into the ci-ty on the water. Thank you for offering to help me and for the food. It is good to know that outsiders can be just as kind as the people of my tribe. Even after I ran off with them into the woods."
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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 4, 2016 13:01:08 GMT -8
"Dessert is usually sweet." And that was all the hint she'd give him! He'd just have to wait and see what desserts were like. Len was actually somewhat giddy at the prospect of introducing someone to the culinary delights of the modern world. Continuing to eat, she didn't notice that he seemed to be lost in thought in the wake of her words. Finishing her food shortly before he spoke, she looked up at him and grinned, laughing softly. "Well, I'll be honest, I'm not like most outsiders. I have a tendency to be too nice for my own good. It gets me in trouble, sometimes."
Rising from her seat, she pointed at him, her eyes sparkling merrily. "Don't move. I'll be right back." Skipping into the kitchen, she dished out two large portions of the fruit-candied nut-cream mixture, then returned and placed the two bowls on the table. One was put in front of her seat, the other next to Kellam, for him to enjoy whenever he was ready. Len herself moved her empty dinner plate aside and picked her spoon up, digging into the sweet confection with gusto. "The city's not so bad. I was a little overwhelmed the first time I went to one, too. It's kind of fascinating, though. There's all these colors and sounds." Taking her first bite, she sighed dreamily. Nothing better than a simple bit of fruit, cream, and candied nuts.
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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 4, 2016 13:20:28 GMT -8
Kellam was too busy eating to move and by the time she returned with dessert, he was almost done. When the last bite of chicken is consumed he eyes the new dish speculatively.
Kellam recognizes berries and nuts though not the substance they are in. It is white and has a texture unlike anything he has seen before. He sniffs it cautiously and finds it too smell sweet. Sweeter than even the beverage she gave him before. He picks up the spoon and sticks it into the mixture. Raising it tentatively to his mouth he takes a bite. His eyes widen and the remainder of the dishes vanishes so fast, he might have inhaled it.
"What was that?"
It is the only thing he can think to ask. His stomach is fuller than he thinks it has ever been. He knows if he has one more bite he will be sick. That doesn't stop him from eyeing the remaining dessert hungrily. He would have to learn the secrets of the food she cooked. Bringing such marvels back to the tribe would be a great boon to them. Even if he fai... no he must not think like that. He would succeed.
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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 4, 2016 13:32:49 GMT -8
Len watched his reaction to the dessert with great amusement, stifling a giggle against the back of her hand as he wolfed it down within moments. Shaking her head, she continued to slowly savor her own dessert, her grey eyes watching him with a sparkle of mirth. Watching him discover things that were commonplace to her was.. well, it made her really appreciate the things she had. She wanted to show him more. Maybe she'd take him to that old temple in the city and watch his face as he observed the majesty of it.
"Hm? Oh. Mm. Nothing special. Just some fruit and candied nuts, folded into soft meringue, drizzled with honey, and baked a little. Simple stuff, really. You should see some of the cakes I make." She paused, tilting her head. "Actually, that's not a bad idea. I'll take you by my bakery tomorrow after we've explored the city a little, so you can enjoy some real dessert." She used her spoon to scrape up the last dregs of fruit juice and cream, then licked it clean with a languid air. It was amazing she wasn't fat, with all the sweet things she ate. Must be Elven metabolism.
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Kellam Urireal
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 172
Age: 212
Physical Description: Kellam is exceptionally tall for a wild elf. He stands at a height of six even, and his build is well muscled and lithe. He is broad enough to be mistaken for a human at a distance. Up close his elven heritage is obvious. He moves with a grace no human can hope to match. His jaw is narrow almost delicate, checks high and protruding giving him a rather exotic look, his nose straight, and brow smooth. His skin is a lustrous golden tan and ordained with tribal tattoos. His hair is shoulder length and pale blond.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kellam's only clothing is a crudely made white robe wrapped tightly around his body. Over this robe he wears The Armor of The Last King. A suit of heavily enchanted elvish plate armor that is missing numerous pieces. Thought tanks to it's enchantments it gleams as though it is new. For weapons Kellam carries a spear and short sword matching his armors make.
Kellam's gear is truly ancient. His tribe is all that remains of a long forgotten elven kingdom. They retreated into the woods to hide from the invaders and lost much of their lore. His weapons and armor are all that remain of what they once had. They are also the only pieces of metal his tribe possessed.
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Registered: Apr 2, 2016 16:09:22 GMT -8
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Post by Kellam Urireal on Apr 4, 2016 13:47:15 GMT -8
Kellam stares at her blankly. He had recognized some of the words fruit, nuts, and the more general ones. The others were a mystery that did little to illuminate his understanding. Still he smiles and nods indicating he heard even if he didn't understand.
Kellam also did not know the word bakery, though what Len said suggested there would be better sweet food at it. That made him eager to go. Still that could wait until tomorrow. For now he should help her clean. He begins to gather up the dishes and once he has an arm he set off towards the door.
"We crossed a stream on the way here. Is that the one you use to clean your dishes? Or is there a closer one?"
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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 4, 2016 14:09:41 GMT -8
Len blinked up at him as he gathered the dishes, and then her eyes widened when he seemed set to go outside. She giggled and stood, moving toward him, and without even a hint of hesitation despite him being so much taller than her, planted her hands on Kellam's shoulders. "Nope! All dishes go in here. I'll wash up, don't worry. I couldn't ask you to clean up after me, you're my guest." Turning him about, she steered him back into the kitchen and over toward the sink. Then she began to take the dishes from his arms and put them into the sink with the pan she'd used to roast dinner.
"I'll just put them all in here, and then.." She grasped the handle of the sink pump and began to move it up and down, causing water to come in from the stream that moved right outside the window and go pouring into the sink. Once she was satisfied with the amount of water in there, she sprinkled in some soap powder from a canister near the sink, and began to scrub. All the while, she was humming merrily. Len took pleasure in the mundane tasks. Then again, there wasn't much she didn't take pleasure in. She was a very happy person by nature. "How far away is your tribe? Did it take you a long time to get here?"
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Kellam Urireal
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 172
Age: 212
Physical Description: Kellam is exceptionally tall for a wild elf. He stands at a height of six even, and his build is well muscled and lithe. He is broad enough to be mistaken for a human at a distance. Up close his elven heritage is obvious. He moves with a grace no human can hope to match. His jaw is narrow almost delicate, checks high and protruding giving him a rather exotic look, his nose straight, and brow smooth. His skin is a lustrous golden tan and ordained with tribal tattoos. His hair is shoulder length and pale blond.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kellam's only clothing is a crudely made white robe wrapped tightly around his body. Over this robe he wears The Armor of The Last King. A suit of heavily enchanted elvish plate armor that is missing numerous pieces. Thought tanks to it's enchantments it gleams as though it is new. For weapons Kellam carries a spear and short sword matching his armors make.
Kellam's gear is truly ancient. His tribe is all that remains of a long forgotten elven kingdom. They retreated into the woods to hide from the invaders and lost much of their lore. His weapons and armor are all that remain of what they once had. They are also the only pieces of metal his tribe possessed.
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Registered: Apr 2, 2016 16:09:22 GMT -8
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Post by Kellam Urireal on Apr 4, 2016 14:37:24 GMT -8
The entire process of course confused and astounding Kellam. He offered no resistance as she directed him back into the house. Then watched with stark wondwr as she made water gush from another metal device. Not only that she added something to the water to make an of with substance foam up. He couldn't resist reaching out to touch. Watching in fascination as the soap bubble popped on his hands.
Kellam then begins to shuffle around uncomfortably. He feels a bit useless just standing around not helping. In the village everyone pitches in with the chores. That Len was not allowing him to help made him feel a bit like a child again. She asks her question and is thankful to be given something to distract himself.
"Let's see... Uh I lost count of the number of times the sun rose and set. When I left it was the rainy season though and we would be past the windy season. So sometime around the hot season about two and a half seasons."
He didn't know it but roughly 7 months had passed since he left. It had taken him six months to get to the great mountains. Two weeks to find the pass with the guards. Another two to come to Travére. He had seen a few villages along the way. Yet examining them from affair had shown them to be human settlements. No elves in sight, so he had moved one.
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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 4, 2016 14:46:02 GMT -8
His discomfort was something that Len was, unfortunately, oblivious to. She had a hard time accepting help from people. Perhaps it was just because of how long she'd been on her own. There was really no telling. Listening as he spoke, she tried to calculate the average season length in her head, then nodded. "That's a fair distance. I'm sure we'll find your queen, and before you know it, you'll be back with your tribe and everything will be as it's supposed to."
After washing the dishes, she put them in the rack to dry, then wiped her hands off on a towel as she turned to face Kellam with a beaming grin. "Where are you sleeping? I feel bad sending you out to sleep in the woods, but I get the feeling you don't much like being closed up inside." Her hands dry, she draped the towel across a bar so it could air out, then planted her hands on her hips.
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Kellam Urireal
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 172
Age: 212
Physical Description: Kellam is exceptionally tall for a wild elf. He stands at a height of six even, and his build is well muscled and lithe. He is broad enough to be mistaken for a human at a distance. Up close his elven heritage is obvious. He moves with a grace no human can hope to match. His jaw is narrow almost delicate, checks high and protruding giving him a rather exotic look, his nose straight, and brow smooth. His skin is a lustrous golden tan and ordained with tribal tattoos. His hair is shoulder length and pale blond.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kellam's only clothing is a crudely made white robe wrapped tightly around his body. Over this robe he wears The Armor of The Last King. A suit of heavily enchanted elvish plate armor that is missing numerous pieces. Thought tanks to it's enchantments it gleams as though it is new. For weapons Kellam carries a spear and short sword matching his armors make.
Kellam's gear is truly ancient. His tribe is all that remains of a long forgotten elven kingdom. They retreated into the woods to hide from the invaders and lost much of their lore. His weapons and armor are all that remain of what they once had. They are also the only pieces of metal his tribe possessed.
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Registered: Apr 2, 2016 16:09:22 GMT -8
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Post by Kellam Urireal on Apr 4, 2016 15:44:23 GMT -8
Kellam had not actually give any thought to his sleeping arrangements. He was going to just sleep in a tree as he always did. Back in the village he had a tent. It was a nice tent with a pile of soft furs. He missed his furs. Having nothing but the armor on his back, and his weapons wasn't ideal. Still he hadn't needed to bring more and as such hadn't burdened himself with extra weight. A decision he had regretted when it had gotten colder as he traveled.
"I was just going to sleep in a tree. I do not know how I feel about being closed up. It is true I prefer being in the forest. Still I slept in a tent at home and I do occasionally miss it. Mostly my sleeping furs they were more comfortable than the tree branches, warmer to. Near the beginning of my trip I encountered a substance that was white and cold. When I touched it, it turned to water. That was very unpleasant, sleeping through it was even worse."
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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 4, 2016 16:30:21 GMT -8
Len didn't look surprised at the notion of sleeping in a tree. She'd done it many a time while she was a ranger. What amused her was his mention of what had to be snow. She chuckled, tilting her head slightly. "That would be snow. It falls in the winter. And it certainly is no fun to sleep in without protection." She seemed to stop and think for a few moments, and then she got a determined expression. "Stay right here."
She moved past him and trotted up the stairs to her bedroom, whereupon she retrieved a few blankets and a couple of pillows. Then she returned downstairs and moved toward her sunroom, gesturing for Kellam to come with her. "I get the impression you'd be more comfortable in here, so you can still kinda see the outside." Taking the cushions from the wicker furniture, she put them on the floor and covered them with a blanket, then put the pillows down and spread the other one out on top. "There you go. You'll sleep in here tonight." She sounded proud of her ingenuity.
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