King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368 
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Mar 1, 2016 8:44:14 GMT -8
Of course she accepted. Why wouldn't she accept? Why did he think there was even a chance she wouldn't. He moves over to her side, and scoops her up into his arms. The king is a strong man, and Gwen is a light girl. He barely notices her weight. Well that wasn't true, he was incredible conscious of her weight. Of her soft body pressing against his. Stubbornly ignore that, and not trust himself to speak, Renaux carry's her into the palace proper.
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Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
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Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Mar 1, 2016 8:56:40 GMT -8
Gwen giggles another tiny giggle as she's picked up, and wraps her arms about Renaux's neck in order to keep herself from slipping out of his grasp. She leans into his chest heavily as he carries her. Wow. It truly is a dream come true for the girl. His second favourite king ever -- and quickly becoming his first -- is carrying her like a princess. What a lucky lass she is.
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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 Mar 1, 2016 12:09:22 GMT -8
When Alecos stumbled in the wake of her revelation, Eleniel winced, given she knew exactly why. His words only confirmed it. Although they continued to dance until the song was over, she very carefully kept her gaze averted, not wanting to offend him further. Her head remained turned slightly to one side, eyes lowered, until the dance ended and they were poised at the edge of the dancing floor. As soon as was proper, Len drew her touch away from him and stepped back, grey eyes staring at the floor beneath her feet. "Thank you very much for the dance, Lord Sorrowsong. I won't trouble you any longer."
Before she could beat a strategic retreat, there was suddenly another person on the scene. Len vaguely recognized that he'd been speaking with Alecos before her arrival, but that was about it. Looking up at Ihram, her brow furrowed at his words, but, reluctantly, she nodded, clasping her hands at her waist. Really, she just wanted to.. leave. It had been a very long time since anyone had looked down on her because of something as ridiculous as social status. When he called her a 'fair maiden', a tiny smile managed to work its way back onto her lips.. but it was gone almost immediately.
This was ridiculous. Why did one man's opinion matter so much? The truth was, it bothered her. He had been so polite, friendly even, up until she confessed she wasn't a noble. Then he had put a wall between them. It reminded her of the kin of her parents, how she'd gone to them after leaving her human family, and how they'd looked down on her because of who raised her. Turning abruptly away, uncaring of the request of Ihram to not flee, she started toward the foyer of the Hall, intent on retrieving her cloak and departing. She was halfway there when he caught up to her, and she glanced his way, then came to a halt. Before he could speak, she beat him to it.
"My lord, I think I know what you're going to say, and, please don't try to insist that Lord Sorrowsong wants my continued company. He obviously has an.. issue with my lack of noble station in this land. And that's perfectly fine. That's his prerogative. But I won't force my person upon someone who doesn't want it, regardless of what you say. I may be nothing more than a simple baker in this realm, but I have enough self-respect to step aside when I know I'm not wanted." Forcing a bright, visibly false smile onto her lips, Len dipped into a perfunctory curtsy. "Now if you'll excuse me, I really should be going. Some of us have businesses to open up in the morning, and I wouldn't want to disrupt Lord Sorrowsong's enjoyment any further with my odious presence." Turning on her heel, she continued on the mission to retrieve her cloak and go.
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 5:45:59 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2016 20:00:42 GMT -8
Ihram followed Eleniel with no intent on letting her go. He was a noble, after all. He had the right to speak to people. The only boundary in his attempts to stop her would be physical: it would not be right to restrain a lady. "I am very sorry, madam, but I am afraid I cannot let you, or this opportunity, pass. If Lord Sorrowsong requires two things, they are humility and companionship. I saw how you danced. If a baker may convince Alecos that she is a noble -- without ever mentioning the word! -- then a baker may convince him to have friends. As things stand, you know him better than anyone in the kingdom of Gauldin, myself excluded. I beg of you to give him a chance, as I have told him to give you."
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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 Mar 1, 2016 20:50:44 GMT -8
Once again, Len stopped cold, and turned to look at him, a golden brow creeping slowly upward. He can't let her go, hm? Eleniel didn't take kindly to people trying to restrain her - physically or verbally. At least he hadn't laid hands on her. Things might've gotten.. ugly, if that happened. Dress or no, she wasn't above getting into a fight. The mildly ruffled feathers which resulted from the beginning of his statement settled after a few moments, however, as he continued. After he ceased speaking, Len stood there in silence, the look on her expressive face clearly indicating that she was thinking over what Ihram had said. Finally, she spoke.
"..Everyone deserves a chance. I have no intention of refusing to give Lord Sorrowsong one, as I agree that he seems he could use a friend. But that must go both ways. I absolutely will not force him to endure my presence if he's genuinely unwilling to have me around." Her fingers knotted at her waist, twisting, unlacing, then twining again as she failed to hide her anxiety. Len never had been good at not showing what she was feeling, and right now.. well, it was obvious. She wanted to be a friend to Alecos. Honestly, it seemed like he needed it. Someone who would accept him and like him for who he was, someone who could light up his days with smiles and laughter. Len was good at those things. But she didn't want to force herself upon him. That was not the way to make friends.
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 5:45:59 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2016 20:58:00 GMT -8
"Excellent! I shall inform him immediately." He offered a hand, more as a symbol than to actually be taken. "Unless you'd like to come along, as well?" Either way, he made his way to find Alecos among the Hall's guests. Failing to find him, he moved to the gardens (apologizing to Eleniel for his friend's habits of wandering off when alone, if she was there).
"Alecos! I have by good fortune retrieved your fair acquaintance, just as she was about to leave. It may be possible now for you to become better-acquainted? A mere dance is not enough, I should think."
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Mar 1, 2016 21:28:48 GMT -8
Although she didn't take his hand, Len did incline her head to indicate that she would accompany him. Following Ihram through the hall and out toward the gardens (and brushing aside his apology on Alecos' behalf), she halted just inside the edge of said gardens, hands clasped in front of her. And very noticeably not fidgeting. She was, in fact, gripping her own fingers so tightly that the skin across her knuckles had whitened. Her head was lowered, gaze fixed on the grass a few feet in front of her skirts. She didn't want to let this go. Alecos needed a friend. She felt it in her gut. But she wouldn't force him to tolerate her. She had a dilemma.
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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 Mar 2, 2016 21:30:03 GMT -8
Alecos heard, felt, sensed them approaching from behind. Even as they stood there, he waited for a memont before speaking.
"My lady Eleniel... It was wrong of me to judge you because of who you were born to, or who you are here. These are not factors that make a man his character, and I lost myself in my incredible upstandishness that I forgot that people are more important that titles. Characteristics are more important than power. I was wrong to judge you because of your status, and for that I am apologetic."
Even still, he sounded genuinely sorry, though he had not turned around. He still stared at the moon.
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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 Mar 2, 2016 21:47:42 GMT -8
When Len heard her name, she hesitantly raised her head and settled her gaze upon Alecos. Admittedly she was looking at him from a slight angle, leaving his features half in profile and vaguely silhouetted by the light of the moon - which was actually very striking, enhancing the planes and lines of his face in dramatic blue-lit valleys - but that wasn't the point. He was.. apologizing? She hadn't expected that at all. When he finished speaking, she hovered uncertainly for a few moments, then she slowly approached, moving to stand beside him and gaze up at the moon as well. There was a proper distance between them, but the moment was still one that felt oddly as though she were connected to him, somehow. After a few heartbeats, she spoke, her voice soft.
"It's alright, Lord Sorrowsong. I know it can be difficult to put aside a lifetime of thinking a certain way. I hold no grudge against you for simply believing as you're accustomed to. That being said.." She paused, and turned her head slightly, enough to look up at his face where he stood near her. A small smile raised the corners of her lips, eyes sparkling to rival the stars above. "..I should like it very much if you would one day consider calling me your friend. One can never have too many friends, I've always believed."
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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 Mar 13, 2016 0:26:23 GMT -8
The moon held a certain solace, he always felt. Dependable. Reliable. Constant. There would always be a moon in the night, and a sun in the day. And yet... These days, it seemed like all he could be or was ever certain of. In the space of two moons, he had gone from being a Lord in his own right to being a beneficiary of others goodwill. And here was someone reaching out to be his friend, when nobody else would but Ihram would... What had he done to deserve this...?
"I... I would like that very much, my lady. Very much indeed. The way my father taught me, and his father taught him; that was what was needed at the time. But now times are changing. Maybe it's time for a different teaching. And maybe it needs to be me to start that. Maybe it needs to start here."
Alecos turned to face her, looking into her eyes. Where hers were a sparkling field of sky, animated into a mortal mold, his were deep, and rich, and smooth, and like a riverstone, worn so far by the wind, the rain, the water, and the time that they were unrecognisable from what they have been many years ago. And with that, he offered his hands to her.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Mar 13, 2016 0:37:38 GMT -8
Watching the semi-silhouetted profile of his face as he spoke, Len tilted her head, admiring the play of light across his features. This was not only to show she was listening, but because she found him oddly fascinating. She'd met many lords in her time, and few of them were ever willing to change their ways, to consider that someone might be right when their beliefs were so different. To hear that he was willing to augment the way he thought, the way he behaved, all because of his friend's insistence and her own presence... It made her happy.
When he turned toward her, Eleniel shifted her stance to face him fully as well, peering up into his eyes. In the wake of his words, she was delighted; he had agreed to be her friend! That was more than she could have possibly hoped for. When his hands were offered, she glanced briefly down at them, then up at Alecos once more. And her face was abruptly wreathed with a bright, joyous smile as those delicate hands were placed into his. "Thank you for taking a chance on me, my lord. I promise you won't regret it." Len had always been a good friend; upbeat, cheery, and eternally optimistic. Perhaps that was just what Alecos needed in his life.
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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 Mar 21, 2016 20:16:04 GMT -8
"Of course... Eleniel." A slight, passing smile, flickered across Alecos' face, along with a exhalation of breath that could almost be described as a chuckle. He turned his head back and up towards the moon, before noticing how low in the sky it had dropped.
"My lady, it grows late. Shall I escort you to your carriage?"
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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 Mar 21, 2016 20:33:01 GMT -8
The usage of her name, that smile (no matter how brief), and his barely audible mirth, all served to cause the petite blonde Elf to light up, rivaling the moon for sheer glow. Admittedly, hers was happy, a direct contrast to the cold light of that heavenly orb above, but that was hardly the point. Her soft laugh only enhanced that happy gleam, her head tilting as she extracted her hands from his, moving instead to loosely grasp his arm with her little hand. "I would love for you to, except that I have no carriage. I rode here. You can, however, escort me outside, and see me onto my horse."
Giving him a gentle, playful tug, she started back inside the ballroom and toward the stairs. The party was still going, despite the departure of the king, and she figured it would keep on till dawn. "I don't know how long you're planning to remain in Travere, but you're welcome to come by my bakery while you're here. It's called the Starlight Bakery, and it's on the Rue des Fleurs. Not in the aristocratic quarter, I'm afraid, but I didn't want to barge in on another bakery's territory, and they have quite the lovely one not far from the castle." ..She only realized then what she was saying, and glanced up at Alecos. Hopefully she wasn't making him uncomfortable, emphasizing that she wasn't nobility.
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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 Mar 24, 2016 18:18:40 GMT -8
"I will most certainly venture down one day, Eleniel. I shall yet be in Travere for a few nights more."
As Alecos and Eleniel stood beside her horse, he reached down and kissed her softly, regally, on one cheek.
"Thank you for tonight... It has been wonderful to meet you, as cruel and stubborn as I have been. I do hope I will see you again."
Alecos bowed to her, before standing straight to watch her ride off.
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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 Mar 24, 2016 18:54:28 GMT -8
As they moved outside, pausing only to retrieve her cloak on the way, Eleniel's eyes widened in surprise - mostly at his words. Her cloak was slung about her shoulders and secured as the approached where her horse was tethered, and she was quick to untie him. Then when she turned to wish Alecos a farewell, she was surprised for the second time - this time by a kiss to the cheek. Unable to help herself, she felt a blush rising in that fair skin, and she smiled up at him. "It was my pleasure. This was the most enjoyable night I've had in a very long time. Thank you, for the dance.. and the promise of your future company."
Easily pulling herself up onto the back of the dark bay horse, she tucked her feet into the sidesaddle-arranged stirrups, and looked back one last time. On impulse, she leaned out and reached down, her fingertips lightly stroking across the man's cheek. "May the sun shine upon you until we meet again, Alecos." Drawing away, she gently snapped the reins and spurred her steed into motion, cantering away from the Hall and back into the city.
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