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 17:32:04 GMT -8
Kellam looks at the pile of soft things. It is not dissimlar to what he slept on in his tent. Though his experience with the cushions lead him to believe it would be softer. A smile forms on his lips at the thought of sleeping on something soft again. This would be the best nights sleep he had in a while. He leans his spear against the wall and strips off his armor. Soon he is in nothing but his white robe, well white was generous it hadn't been properly cleaned in a while. Splotchy white was better, dirt, grass, and grease stains marred it. Still the form underneath was still clean and even without the armor quite impressive. Before he goes to bed he decides to express his gratitude once more.
"Thank you Eleniel. You have been kinder to me than I deserve. Even if you would have expressed such kindness to anyone, that only makes it more exceptional not less. You have a bright soul and I hope the spirits bring you nothing but happiness."
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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 19:18:09 GMT -8
Len blushed and looked away as he began to remove his armor, moving to the doorway and being sure to keep her gaze fixed somewhere safe. When he spoke, she glanced over her shoulder, and immediately regretted the decision. That robe made it far too clear just how sturdily built he was, and she had to struggle to bring her gaze up to his. It was a combination of his words and his state of undress that painted her cheeks crimson, but she still smiled up at him and replied with a shrug.
"Maybe it makes me exceptional, maybe it doesn't. I am who I am, and it's just what I do. Goodnight, Kellam. Sleep well." Waving cheerily to him, she turned and moved out of the sunroom, heading toward the stairs. Moving up to her bedroom, she closed the door behind her and leaned back against it, the back of her head thunking into the wood as her eyes closed. She was going to have a very hard time getting that mental image out of her head.. it was going to be a long night.
As she began to dress for bed, Eleniel found herself thinking of two very different men; one half-Elf and refined but distant.. the other full Elf and wild. They were both intense, in their own ways, and she found herself wondering things she had no business imagining.. such as how it would feel to kiss each one. Did Alecos hide a passionate fire under that formal exterior? Would Kellam fumble sweetly and let his shyness override his wild nature? Len crawled into bed and tried very hard to ignore the improper images that filled her head of herself sandwiched between two male bodies. That was it. She had gone far too long without a lover, if this was what her brain concocted after meeting two handsome men who just happened to be polar opposites.
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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 19:41:19 GMT -8
Kellam had no trouble getting to sleep. His bed was very soft and he was very tired. His dreams though were a bit odd. They were of a blond haired elven woman, not unusual for him. The difference was this time the woman had a face and a voice. Both were very similar to Eleniel's. He awoke with the sun and shook the dream from his mind. It was simply his mind overlaying the first real example of what he was looking for upon an old dream. There was no deeper meaning begin it. She had made it very clear she was not his destined queen.
Kallem gets dressed and after breakfast prepares to head to the city. His preparations are purely mental of course. It wasn't as though he had anything to actually prepare. He was just psyching himself up to face the towering monolith. Strange that going into this city frightened him more than facing one of the siathach back home. Well almost. The giant lizards were terrifying. That thought made him smile. Beside he would have Len with him what was the worst that could happen?
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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 19:53:54 GMT -8
It took Len forever to fall asleep, and when she finally did, the one dream she had was.. troubled. She stood between Alecos and Kellam, both of them reaching out a hand to her. Then Alecos began to fade away, and disappeared entirely when she reached for him. She ran toward Kellam, but he too disappeared, and Len was left alone. She awoke feeling bereft and mournful, and it took her a while to get her energy up. By the time she finished making breakfast, she seemed just fine, but there was an odd sadness lurking within her grey eyes that she did her best to cover up.
Finally it was time to go, and she greeted Kye with a gentle stroke of the hawk's head as he perched on the rail of her porch. "Good morning, Kye." The avian made a happy noise and leaned into her hand, fixed Kellam with a brief look that was somehow suspicious for a bird, then took to the air. She checked to make sure Oerin was happy in his lean-to then began the walk toward Travere.
<Exit to Streets of Travere>
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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 22, 2016 21:52:14 GMT -8
After indulging themselves in their passion and finishing their belated and half-forgotten dinner, Eleniel and Lord Alecos Sorrowsong had left the scene of their passion. Corralling the second horse and leading it back to the carriage, the ride had been spent with her nestled happily in her lover's arms - it seemed he didn't want to let her go as much as she didn't want to be let go. Directing him to her cottage, once they made their way inside, the magically-powered lights turned on with their entrance, and with the door closed behind them, she turned to Alecos with a beaming smile.
"Well.. this is it. Not much to see, but I could give you the tour, if you'd like. Or we could save that for the morning." She hesitated, and her smile turned a touch sly as she batted her lashes playfully at him. "You will be staying the night.. won't you? I'll even make you breakfast. Promise." How could he say no to that sensual smile and the promise of carnal delights in her eyes?
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Apr 23, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -8
Alecos scooped her up again, in the same way he had earlier that evening at th head of the waterfall. His usually immaculate style was ruffled and messed, no doubt due to Eleniel's... affections. He nuzzled her neck, speaking slowly and sensually, "Of course I'm going to stay... After, we're going to be busy all night, aren't we?" He carried her into her bedroom, limping slightly, no doubt due to the exertions of earlier, but it didn't worry him. It was very much worth it. He gently layed her on the bed, before getting himself ready for round two.
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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 23, 2016 17:03:31 GMT -8
Len squeaked in delight when she was swept up into his arms, her own draping around his shoulders as she laughed - a sound which only repeated when Alecos nuzzled her neck, partially because it tickled! "I should certainly hope we're going to be busy all night. I feel like I have an age worth of lost time to make up for." The lights shut off as they exited the main area and moved upstairs into her bedroom, and as soon as she was placed on the bed, she pulled him down with her, kissing him with a wild passion.
<Fade to black.. and fade back in, many hours later>
Dawn's gentle light had blossomed into morning, and as the warm circle of the sun crested the treetops, its glow poked in past the curtains on the bedroom's few windows, landing upon the bed across the way. Len had left it shortly before, leaving Alecos alone in the twisted covers atop the soft mattress, so the lord would awake to find himself without his lover. Their clothing remained scattered across the floor and various items of furniture, and if he listened closely, he would probably be able to hear sounds from downstairs; the quiet clatter of cookware and fire, and the soft humming of Eleniel herself. Whenever he descended to the first floor, he'd find her in the kitchen, wrapped in a robe of pale blue fabric, her hair tousled and loose as she made breakfast. After all, she was a woman of her word, and she'd promised him breakfast if he stayed.
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Apr 23, 2016 18:49:48 GMT -8
Alecos awoke slowly, looking up at the ceiling as the peaceful ambience of dawn in the forest surrounded him. The gentle chirping of woodland birds flying between the trees, the dappled sunlight softly falling upon his face, he enjoyed every minute he spent here. But as he slowly faded back into consciousness, he realised a now-familiar warm presence was missing from his side - Eleniel must have gotten up before he had risen from his sleep. As he lay there, he heard the strains of a familiar song faintly being hummed from down the stairs, accompanied by the crackling of a fireplace, and the quiet sounds of cooking going on. Smiling, he thought, She must be making that breakfast she promised me - I did stay the night, after all. He finally got out of bed, pulling on his clothes from yesterday, messed as they were, and then he stepped down the stairs, whistling the same tune Len was humming.
"Good morning, beautiful," he said, as he stepped down into the main room, walking around behind Len, in her blue robe, and kissing her in the nape of her neck. "Not too tired, I hope. Mmm, something smells good."
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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 23, 2016 19:06:47 GMT -8
Having heard the tread of his steps upon the floor above and then down the stairs, Len didn't seem at all surprised when Alecos came up behind her, although that kiss did send a little shiver rippling through her body. "Good morning, my love." Tilting her head up and back with a smile, she caught him in a quick kiss, before she turned back to what she was cooking. A mixture of sliced fruit and berries was bubbling merrily away in combined milk and honey, and topped off with a crumbly brown sugar pie-like crust. She had just extracted the cast iron skillet this confection was housed in from the oven, and was carefully scooping it out into a serving bowl clearly waiting for that very purpose. There was already a tea service complete with full pot of steaming, fragrant tea sitting on the dining room table.
"Oh no, not too tired, at all. I prefer to think of it as 'pleasantly exhausted', and for all the right reasons." Giving him a mischievous look, she gathered up the bowl, serving spoon, a pair of forks, and two plates with the ease of practice, and popped up onto her toes to press a kiss to his cheek. "I'm glad you think it smells good, because it's ready. Come on, let's eat - I'm famished, after all that energy I expended last night." Bestowing him with a playful wink, she swept over to the table and set everything down, then set about dishing out food for the both of them.
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Apr 24, 2016 23:23:27 GMT -8
Alecos breezed across the room, his limp only slightly present, and took his seat at the table, providing, of course, that Eleniel had taken her's. If she had not, he would wait until she had done so. As he did take his seat, he dimly wondered if she didn't have any coffee - tea had never agreed with his digestion. Nonetheless, he casually avoided drinking any. He did not, however, avoid the beautiful breakfast she had made - eagerly, yet refinedly, he took a small portion of the cobbler, sampling it to wonderful result. He then, of course, took a much bigger heap upon his fork, before saying, with his mouth full, all courtesy forgotten, 'This is fantastic!' and then looking mildly embarrassed at what he'd just done, covering his gaping, food-macerating maw. He felt comfortable, though, around Eleniel, and even he had noticed that his cold, haughty facade was slipping, and he was okay with that. He was okay with her knowing what he was really like, in fact there was nothing he wanted more.
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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 24, 2016 23:35:29 GMT -8
After serving them both healthy portions of the fruity confection, Len settled into her seat and poured herself a cup of tea, to which she added an obscene amount of sugar and a dollop of cream. As she stirred, she surreptitiously watched Alecos while he sampled her cooking, waiting to see what he thought of the simple yet tasty fare. It was her first time cooking for a man she was intimate with in many years, after all, and she wanted him to like it. The response she received obviously pleased her, as she grinned brightly before sipping at her tea, then set the cup down and gave him a fond look. "I'm glad you like it."
She picked up her own fork and speared a bit of crust and fruit onto the tines, but before she could take the first bite, she realized Alecos hadn't touched the tea, his cup unfilled. Freezing with the fork partway lifted from the plate, she lowered it back down and furrowed her brow in a notably concerned expression. "Is something the matter? Is the tea not to your liking?" Immediately resolving to remedy this oversight on her part, she pushed her chair back and stood, starting toward the kitchen with a teasing tone to her words. "You should have said something. I'm not going to devolve into tears just because you don't like tea."
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Apr 26, 2016 0:26:41 GMT -8
"I'm sorry, my dear," Alecos said, setting his fork down delicately at the side of his plate. "Tea has never agreed with me, ever since I first tried it, but I didn't want to cause you fuss. Seeing as you have got up, though, do you happen to have any coffee?" He looked somewhat remorseful - he hadn't intended to disturb her. Looking around, he realised her cottage was very pretty in the light of day - he hadn't really gotten a good look around last night, but he found the... quaint decorations rustic, and charming. He briefly wondered how long Eleniel had been living out here.
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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 26, 2016 0:41:58 GMT -8
Pausing on her way to the kitchen, Len shot Alecos a quizzical look when he apologized. Then when he mentioned his distaste for tea, she grinned, and laughed softly. Moving away from the kitchen doorway and back over to the table, she stroked her fingertips along his cheek, curving them over the line of his jaw and down beneath his chin, to playfully tip his head up. Then her head dropped, lips pressing to his in a quick, hard kiss. When she drew back, she was smirking down at him. "Don't apologize. It's hardly causing me a fuss. I just want to see you happy, and it won't kill me to make you something you prefer. Speaking of, coffee, coming right up."
Giving him a mirthful yet loving look, she then turned and made her way into the kitchen. There was the sound of banging and other things in conjunction with her upbeat humming, and it wasn't terribly long before the scent of freshly-brewed coffee would be carried upon the air. She reappeared after a reasonable amount of time with the pot full of coffee, which she moved to pour some into his cup, then after it was set down atop a tea cozy, she pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, before retreating to her chair. Once there, she gave him a cheery smile, then dug back into her meal with exuberance.
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Apr 28, 2016 19:44:41 GMT -8
Alecos smiled tiredly, taking the mug from where it lay on the cozy, and sipping appreciatively out of it. He went to pick up his fork and continue his way through his meal, but... he did feel very tired, and it wasn't just due to the previous evening's activities. Strange. Nonetheless, he kept sipping his coffee, and took a helping of his breakfast, shifting uncomfortably a she did so. His leg was bothering him, too, although that probably was due to last night's activities. He made certain he was as nonchalant as possible about it, though.
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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 28, 2016 20:00:10 GMT -8
Len may have abandoned the ranger lifestyle in favor of being domestic - what with opening a bakery and all - but that didn't mean her instincts, or the skills gained in more than a century of that lifestyle, had dulled. At least, not to the extent where she couldn't pick up that something wasn't quite right with Alecos. Those keen grey eyes kept glancing at him after that initial shift of discomfort that he tried to hide from her. She didn't say anything, settling for sipping at her tea and steadily consuming her breakfast. Within the span of about half an hour, she had consumed both and pushed the empty dishes aside, laying her hands atop the table within easy reach, should Alecos feel the urge to touch her.
"What are your plans for the day?" She smiled at him, tilting her head to one side in a gesture of curiosity. Part of her wanted to ask if he wanted to stay here with her. Not just today, but.. well, for as long as he'd be happy to. She bit back on the urge, however. It was far too soon for that, wasn't it? Confessions of love didn't necessarily mean they were ready to live together. She shook aside that thought with a flicker of one pointed ear and focused back on the situation at hand.
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on May 1, 2016 15:42:29 GMT -8
Alecos gently moved his half-full bowl to the side, taking Eleniel's hands in his. He... He might ask if he could stay with her.
"I'm not really sure... I don't particularly have any plans. I was wondering - oh, gods."
Alecos' face visibly blanched, and he realised why he felt so tired, so ill. He pushed back on his seat, trying to pull himself to his feet. Straight away, his bad leg buckled underneath him and he had to clutch onto the table to keep his balance.
"We... Need to get back to the waterfall. My cane..."
He started stumbling out towards the door, in an effort to get to his horse.
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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 May 1, 2016 16:13:04 GMT -8
His sudden reaction made Len's eyes widen in alarm, and when he stood - only to nearly hit the floor as his leg gave out - she was immediately on her feet, rushing around the table to get herself under his arm and support him as best she could. Her features were filled with concern, and she helped Alecos out into the living room.. but held him back from the door, instead urging him toward one of the plushly-padded chairs. She was being gentle, but it was clear from her tone that she wasn't going to take no for an answer.
"Your cane? Alecos, please, you're in no condition to go out there. Just.. sit. I'll direct Kye to go back to the waterfall and find your cane. The advantages of being a ranger and having a hawk as a friend." Her attempt to jest was paired with a small, unsteady smile that fell quickly. Gesturing for him to settle himself comfortably, and giving him a look that said he was to stay put, she moved to a nearby window and opened it. A shrill whistle resulted in the return screech of the hawk, and the sound of flapping wings, as he descended to rest on the sill. Eleniel had a brief conversation with the bird as she gave him a treat, and then he was winging away once more. Once he was gone, she left the window open and moved to sit beside Alecos, taking his hand in a silent show of support and comfort. "He won't be long. Our bond has made him far more intelligent than the average raptor, over the years."
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on May 4, 2016 19:41:48 GMT -8
As Eleniel got up to speak to her bird, Alecos too pulled himself up, muttering under his breath, "No, no, no, no, I must get it. I need it." His face was flushed with heat - he had had a ruddy tinge since he awoke this morning, but had written it off to the previous night's exertions, like most of his other troubles. His fever, though, had worsened exponentially since he had woken this morning. By the time Len turned back from the wall, he was already pushing his way out the door, and trying to walk down the path towards where he remembered his horse was, his bad leg almost dangling behind him as he dragged it, leaving a score through the dirt and undergrowth that was on the trail.
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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 May 4, 2016 20:04:29 GMT -8
"Alecos." Her voice was nearly frantic with worry as he hauled himself out of her home, and she saw the telltale signs of a fever in his face. Hurrying after him, Eleniel wrapped her hands around his arm and tried to pull Alecos to a halt, her features filled with concern. "Alecos, please, you must sit down. You're ill. Kye will be back soon." This was terrible! How had she let this happen? He was hers, she was supposed to take care of him, and here he was.. injured, ill, and struggling. Because of her. Tears welled in her eyes, and she released a relieved breath when the distinctive screech of a hawk sounded from above.
Her surprise came when Kye landed on a nearby tree branch, completely lacking in a cane. She released Alecos in surprise when the hawk informed her silently that there had been no such item at the location she'd specified, and her eyes widened in surprised dismay. What had happened..? Who would have taken it, and why? Her expression hardened, then, and she whirled away, rushing back inside. There was the sound of her steps hurrying up the stairs, the sound of doors banging and cursing. Hopefully Alecos would wait for her, because his gentle Eleniel soon returned in her ranger's garb, green tunic-like dress displaying expanses of arms and legs and rapier at her hip. She whistled sharply and her horse came trotting out of his lean-to, allowing her to clamber up onto his back. "I'm coming with you." Her tone said she would brook no argument.
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on May 19, 2016 20:32:44 GMT -8
As soon as Eleniel returned from getting changed, Alecos, already mounted, turned and rode off, hard towards the city nearby.
His behaviour was... very odd. In a way... It resembled that of a fervoured addict, desperate to find his poison and return it to himself. It was a strange, intense hunger that possessed him.
[Exit to Travere.]
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