Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276 
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on May 2, 2016 20:09:12 GMT -8
Said Elf's pulse was strong, but erratic. She didn't really respond to being touched in any way. She was pretty thoroughly unconscious, at this point. The sword clutched in her hands vibrated slightly when magic came near it, but upon it being discerned as benevolent, the vibrations ceased. It positively thrummed with a magic all its own, but said magic lay mostly dormant while its possessor was out cold.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2016 22:29:08 GMT -8
Somehow he found the place and managed to make it through the throngs of people crowding the unofficial bazaar set up in the streets without getting knocked over in his frail state. His shoulder hit the double doors with the weight of his body as he all but fell into them, and they gave away. He found his feet to only push the door open without falling in, and the sudden rush of sensation to his senses gave him a headache - a painful echo around an empty skull, more like it. The place was alive but too loud. Mixes of scents from savory foods to strong alcohol to choking rich perfumes flooded his nose to a point of near drowning - he could almost taste it all.
Or maybe it was just his senses - they had always been hypersensitive.
He managed to bring his scepter forward and lean against it near the greeting stand by the door, waiting for the dizziness to pass. Whenever it decided to finally fade away he might consider trying to find someone to speak with... Takhana Veil mentioned someone could tend to him, but that was only part of his drive at this point. He hoped, maybe with her name being known here, someone might know where she was.
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Takhana Veil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 68
Physical Description: Takhana is an undeniably memorable figure. At a full 6' in height, she is graceful and willowy, with a woman's full figure. She has skin that is a dark greyish color, lightly tinted with silver that very nearly sparkles when the light hits it at certain angles. She has the beautifully formed, delicate features, pointed ears, and inherently graceful movements that identify her as one of the Elven folk.Her hair is long, naturally falling to her hips in straight lengths, and is a shining white threaded with silver, although she normally wears it pinned up elaborately with a set of wooden hair sticks that bear jingling silver charms. She has no eyes, and instead wears a blindfold of soft black leather that criss-crosses her empty eye sockets, for the benefit of the others. Tattooed upon her brow and her back are two strange crests, their origin mysterious.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, she wears an elaborate dress of black leather that both reveals her body and conceals it, adorned with straps and seemingly random silver buckles. This is paired with a set of leather-and-metal boots with pointed toes that come to her knees, enhancing the shape of her mostly-visible legs. Aside from her blindfold and ornamental hair sticks, she has a number of accessories that she habitually wears, such as a large pair of silver hoop earrings and numerous silver rings on each hand - one of which, a silvery band set with a violet stone, she wears on her right hand's index finger: This is her official communications accessory for The Midnight Sun, her employer. The enchanted gem is socketed so that it touches her skin at all times, thus allowing her constant access to the telepathic communications network shared by all employees of TMS, simply by virtue of being in uninterrupted physical contact. She uses no weapons, being a peaceable individual.. not to mention the whole blindness thing. She also has a white-and-black, stocky mare named Irabelle, and a fluffy long-haired cat named Jean-Claude.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 12, 2016 21:50:28 GMT -8
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Post by Takhana Veil on May 2, 2016 22:40:49 GMT -8
Takhana felt Zaor enter the building; she wasn't tied into the magical wards, but his presence blazed within her mind's eye. She sighed. He was there. Good thing she'd taken the precautions of having a meal ordered for him. Her mind reached out to his staff, allowing her to whisper into his thoughts. "I took the liberty of ordering a meal for you. Someone should be arriving to escort you to your table momentarily. Just say the word, and I'll have a room provided to you." Her presence was strong, should he try to search it out. She was just on the third floor, after all. A waitress approached him, having been given his description by the blind half-Drow, and offered to lead him to the table off to one side - it was private, secluded, and should give him chance to rest and recuperate for a bit while he ate.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2016 23:21:22 GMT -8
Zaor was almost in a haze when the kind waitress came by and called him to follow her to a table - in a comfortably quiet corner. Almost on an auto-pilot he stumbled along behind her, his mind already starting to scream a number of things. He was trying to reach out and speak to her with no result - his mind too scrambled to properly scry. It was almost akin to his maddened state within that cavern just days ago.
He collapsed into the booth with a sigh, suddenly feeling how weak and aching his knees were now that the pressure was off. And now, he didn't want to get up. Not now, not every. But his mind was still roaring out for Takhana. He brought the staff to rest in the corner made by the booth's frame and the wall and waited, feeling his weariness tugging heavily on his eyelids. Then, just as she said, the waitress returned a little while later with a simple meal that looked luxurious - a rich fruit preserve spread on a few slices of fresh bread.
She knew. She knew he was still uncertain about food. As nice as it looked and as easy as it might be on the stomach... it still scared him. Why? He still couldn't figure it out. A shaky hand reached out to the plate that was set before him and he took up a slice, nibbling a bit. Much to his relief, it went down and he didn't fear it coming back up. A little more was consumed, where he could sample the preserves. Success once more - his body was accepting the nourishment. He polished the plate off after a little while, and he already felt much more calm.
So he opted to try again. He reached back to take the staff in hand and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he brought his eyes to a close. He focused on that orb, channeling his essence into it and letting it disperse. He let it cast out a thin plane from wall to wall, filling out the establishment from bottom floors to the top - searching out until he found... there.
"... Takhana..." He hesitated upon calling her name, unsure what to say. He was struggling with a choking nervousness that seemed to grip his mind all over again, which brought a frown to his face with his furrowed brow. What was he hoping to accomplish once he found her? He hadn't thought that far ahead...
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Takhana Veil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 68
Physical Description: Takhana is an undeniably memorable figure. At a full 6' in height, she is graceful and willowy, with a woman's full figure. She has skin that is a dark greyish color, lightly tinted with silver that very nearly sparkles when the light hits it at certain angles. She has the beautifully formed, delicate features, pointed ears, and inherently graceful movements that identify her as one of the Elven folk.Her hair is long, naturally falling to her hips in straight lengths, and is a shining white threaded with silver, although she normally wears it pinned up elaborately with a set of wooden hair sticks that bear jingling silver charms. She has no eyes, and instead wears a blindfold of soft black leather that criss-crosses her empty eye sockets, for the benefit of the others. Tattooed upon her brow and her back are two strange crests, their origin mysterious.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, she wears an elaborate dress of black leather that both reveals her body and conceals it, adorned with straps and seemingly random silver buckles. This is paired with a set of leather-and-metal boots with pointed toes that come to her knees, enhancing the shape of her mostly-visible legs. Aside from her blindfold and ornamental hair sticks, she has a number of accessories that she habitually wears, such as a large pair of silver hoop earrings and numerous silver rings on each hand - one of which, a silvery band set with a violet stone, she wears on her right hand's index finger: This is her official communications accessory for The Midnight Sun, her employer. The enchanted gem is socketed so that it touches her skin at all times, thus allowing her constant access to the telepathic communications network shared by all employees of TMS, simply by virtue of being in uninterrupted physical contact. She uses no weapons, being a peaceable individual.. not to mention the whole blindness thing. She also has a white-and-black, stocky mare named Irabelle, and a fluffy long-haired cat named Jean-Claude.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 12, 2016 21:50:28 GMT -8
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Post by Takhana Veil on May 2, 2016 23:34:36 GMT -8
Her Sight followed the movement of Zaor into his seat, and, once she was assured he was handling the food well enough, Takhana turned her attention elsewhere. Checking in on the teams out in the field, using their communication gems to scry their surroundings and make sure everything was going well. She was immersed deeply in her work, such that she was startled by the sudden sound of Zaor's voice in her mind, and her whole body jolted in surprise. He was seeking her out? Why? Long moments stretched into minutes as she struggled with the decision of whether or not to respond. Finally, a combination of politeness and the need to hear his voice, even just in her mind, caused the woman to respond, her mental voice painted with uncertainty.
"Yes, Zaor? Would you like me to get you a room? I'm sure you'd like to rest." She clamped down on the urge to babble nervously. Why couldn't she control herself when it came to this man? It was like he peeled back the carefully crafted layers she'd built around herself over the decades, and he did it as easily as breathing. She didn't like feeling so exposed.. especially not when she knew he didn't want her. That was something she had to keep reminding herself of, forcing the painful words through her mind every so often. He doesn't want you. He will never want you. Let it go, Takhana. You're only going to hurt yourself if you keep thinking of him.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2016 23:53:59 GMT -8
When she finally answered back he felt more rattled, but at the same time it was a relief. It was unnerving and strange. He physically had to swallow a lump in his throat before he calmed himself further so he could respond.
"... I... can't thank you enough. But I want to see you, and speak with you. I need to... please, Takhana." It was difficult to try and keep his aura calm - she would probably be able to feel the wavering in his focus with his nervousness. "I'm... I'm not wishing to hurt you, but... I just need to see you."
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Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on May 2, 2016 23:56:59 GMT -8
"Ahem, please make way." Rani kneels down and checks Emahra out. She mutters some incantation to check her insides, finding that there was no internal damage. The troll then begins channeling the healing energies, creating a lime green aura around her hands. Slowly Emahra's wounds would be healed as Rani moved her hands over her body, like a lady rubbing lotion on another lady.
The exotic blue lady quietly hummed while she worked, through her thin veil you could barely see her mouth and little tusks.
"I have healed her injuries, you should find her some place ta rest." Rani stood back up and placed her hands together. "Is dere anyting else I can help wit?"
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Takhana Veil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 68
Physical Description: Takhana is an undeniably memorable figure. At a full 6' in height, she is graceful and willowy, with a woman's full figure. She has skin that is a dark greyish color, lightly tinted with silver that very nearly sparkles when the light hits it at certain angles. She has the beautifully formed, delicate features, pointed ears, and inherently graceful movements that identify her as one of the Elven folk.Her hair is long, naturally falling to her hips in straight lengths, and is a shining white threaded with silver, although she normally wears it pinned up elaborately with a set of wooden hair sticks that bear jingling silver charms. She has no eyes, and instead wears a blindfold of soft black leather that criss-crosses her empty eye sockets, for the benefit of the others. Tattooed upon her brow and her back are two strange crests, their origin mysterious.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, she wears an elaborate dress of black leather that both reveals her body and conceals it, adorned with straps and seemingly random silver buckles. This is paired with a set of leather-and-metal boots with pointed toes that come to her knees, enhancing the shape of her mostly-visible legs. Aside from her blindfold and ornamental hair sticks, she has a number of accessories that she habitually wears, such as a large pair of silver hoop earrings and numerous silver rings on each hand - one of which, a silvery band set with a violet stone, she wears on her right hand's index finger: This is her official communications accessory for The Midnight Sun, her employer. The enchanted gem is socketed so that it touches her skin at all times, thus allowing her constant access to the telepathic communications network shared by all employees of TMS, simply by virtue of being in uninterrupted physical contact. She uses no weapons, being a peaceable individual.. not to mention the whole blindness thing. She also has a white-and-black, stocky mare named Irabelle, and a fluffy long-haired cat named Jean-Claude.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 12, 2016 21:50:28 GMT -8
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Post by Takhana Veil on May 3, 2016 0:01:49 GMT -8
When she finally answered back he felt more rattled, but at the same time it was a relief. It was unnerving and strange. He physically had to swallow a lump in his throat before he calmed himself further so he could respond.
"... I... can't thank you enough. But I want to see you, and speak with you. I need to... please, Takhana." It was difficult to try and keep his aura calm - she would probably be able to feel the wavering in his focus with his nervousness. "I'm... I'm not wishing to hurt you, but... I just need to see you."
"..Alright. Would you like me to come downstairs, or would you prefer we speak in the privacy of my office? Should you choose the latter, simply ascend the stairs to the third floor; my office is the second door on the right. Otherwise, I'll be down momentarily." Regardless, she was already shuffling the papers that adorned her desk, gathering them up and tucking them into a drawer, setting aside her quill and capping her inkwell. Generally preparing to either leave the room, or welcome Zaor into it. She wasn't sure which was worse. Her office was a safe space and she wasn't entirely assured about leaving it and facing him.. but if he came up here, they would be alone together, and she got the feeling that she would unravel like a cheap blanket. |
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on May 3, 2016 0:13:18 GMT -8
"Ahem, please make way." Rani kneels down and checks Emahra out. She mutters some incantation to check her insides, finding that there was no internal damage. The troll then begins channeling the healing energies, creating a lime green aura around her hands. Slowly Emahra's wounds would be healed as Rani moved her hands over her body, like a lady rubbing lotion on another lady. The exotic blue lady quietly hummed while she worked, through her thin veil you could barely see her mouth and little tusks. "I have healed her injuries, you should find her some place ta rest." Rani stood back up and placed her hands together. "Is dere anyting else I can help wit?"
"..If someone would please explain to me why I am no longer fighting the wizard, and where, precisely, I am, I would be immensely grateful." |
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2016 12:36:53 GMT -8
When she finally answered back he felt more rattled, but at the same time it was a relief. It was unnerving and strange. He physically had to swallow a lump in his throat before he calmed himself further so he could respond.
"... I... can't thank you enough. But I want to see you, and speak with you. I need to... please, Takhana." It was difficult to try and keep his aura calm - she would probably be able to feel the wavering in his focus with his nervousness. "I'm... I'm not wishing to hurt you, but... I just need to see you."
"..Alright. Would you like me to come downstairs, or would you prefer we speak in the privacy of my office? Should you choose the latter, simply ascend the stairs to the third floor; my office is the second door on the right. Otherwise, I'll be down momentarily." Regardless, she was already shuffling the papers that adorned her desk, gathering them up and tucking them into a drawer, setting aside her quill and capping her inkwell. Generally preparing to either leave the room, or welcome Zaor into it. She wasn't sure which was worse. Her office was a safe space and she wasn't entirely assured about leaving it and facing him.. but if he came up here, they would be alone together, and she got the feeling that she would unravel like a cheap blanket.
He paused a moment. How long had he pushed himself again? It felt like he had been up for days. He let his scepter stand via pure will as his hand came up to rub his face wearily, for just a moment. He took the staff in hand and finished the climb, finding the landing a little while later. Second door to the right - he counted it out and moved close. And upon staring at the door he felt the lump return in his throat. He stood there in silence, staring, dealing with the mental battle on what he was here for.
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Takhana Veil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 68
Physical Description: Takhana is an undeniably memorable figure. At a full 6' in height, she is graceful and willowy, with a woman's full figure. She has skin that is a dark greyish color, lightly tinted with silver that very nearly sparkles when the light hits it at certain angles. She has the beautifully formed, delicate features, pointed ears, and inherently graceful movements that identify her as one of the Elven folk.Her hair is long, naturally falling to her hips in straight lengths, and is a shining white threaded with silver, although she normally wears it pinned up elaborately with a set of wooden hair sticks that bear jingling silver charms. She has no eyes, and instead wears a blindfold of soft black leather that criss-crosses her empty eye sockets, for the benefit of the others. Tattooed upon her brow and her back are two strange crests, their origin mysterious.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, she wears an elaborate dress of black leather that both reveals her body and conceals it, adorned with straps and seemingly random silver buckles. This is paired with a set of leather-and-metal boots with pointed toes that come to her knees, enhancing the shape of her mostly-visible legs. Aside from her blindfold and ornamental hair sticks, she has a number of accessories that she habitually wears, such as a large pair of silver hoop earrings and numerous silver rings on each hand - one of which, a silvery band set with a violet stone, she wears on her right hand's index finger: This is her official communications accessory for The Midnight Sun, her employer. The enchanted gem is socketed so that it touches her skin at all times, thus allowing her constant access to the telepathic communications network shared by all employees of TMS, simply by virtue of being in uninterrupted physical contact. She uses no weapons, being a peaceable individual.. not to mention the whole blindness thing. She also has a white-and-black, stocky mare named Irabelle, and a fluffy long-haired cat named Jean-Claude.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 12, 2016 21:50:28 GMT -8
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Post by Takhana Veil on May 3, 2016 12:42:52 GMT -8
The lack of response worried Takhana.. until she realized his energy was ascending the stairs. She froze mid-movement, and watched with a growing sense of panic as he came closer and closer. It was pure auto-pilot that found her finally stowing everything that needed to be put away, then moving around her desk to stand in front of the item of furniture, hands clasped before her. That was where she was standing when the knock came, and she swallowed thickly before speaking.
"It's unlocked, Zaor. You can come in."
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2016 13:36:05 GMT -8
She gave him permission, and he fought to straighten himself up a little bit. A shaky hand managed to turn the knob and he stepped inside, taking great care to avoid looking at her until he was completely in her office and the door was shut behind them. Then he finally let his gaze fall upon her, and his heart strained once again. There was that painful swelling of feeling again whenever he saw her - longing and guilt. It was almost enough to knock him to his knees, but he fought to remain standing.
He remained poised before the door, almost afraid to approach her. Now that he was here... what was he supposed to say? An awkward silence fell over the quaint little office space for a time, until he cleared his throat and tried to speak. Somehow he kept his voice level, although a touch low.
"... Lady Takhana. I... I thank you for seeing me, despite... how difficult it is." He stops and swallows hard, finally having to avert his gaze to the floor to regain his focus. "And... you've nothing to be sorry for. I meant what I said... it's not your fault. This... this isn't your fault. I... this mess, it's my own doing. I'm still coming to grips with some things... or rather, trying to... it's hard."
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Takhana Veil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 68
Physical Description: Takhana is an undeniably memorable figure. At a full 6' in height, she is graceful and willowy, with a woman's full figure. She has skin that is a dark greyish color, lightly tinted with silver that very nearly sparkles when the light hits it at certain angles. She has the beautifully formed, delicate features, pointed ears, and inherently graceful movements that identify her as one of the Elven folk.Her hair is long, naturally falling to her hips in straight lengths, and is a shining white threaded with silver, although she normally wears it pinned up elaborately with a set of wooden hair sticks that bear jingling silver charms. She has no eyes, and instead wears a blindfold of soft black leather that criss-crosses her empty eye sockets, for the benefit of the others. Tattooed upon her brow and her back are two strange crests, their origin mysterious.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, she wears an elaborate dress of black leather that both reveals her body and conceals it, adorned with straps and seemingly random silver buckles. This is paired with a set of leather-and-metal boots with pointed toes that come to her knees, enhancing the shape of her mostly-visible legs. Aside from her blindfold and ornamental hair sticks, she has a number of accessories that she habitually wears, such as a large pair of silver hoop earrings and numerous silver rings on each hand - one of which, a silvery band set with a violet stone, she wears on her right hand's index finger: This is her official communications accessory for The Midnight Sun, her employer. The enchanted gem is socketed so that it touches her skin at all times, thus allowing her constant access to the telepathic communications network shared by all employees of TMS, simply by virtue of being in uninterrupted physical contact. She uses no weapons, being a peaceable individual.. not to mention the whole blindness thing. She also has a white-and-black, stocky mare named Irabelle, and a fluffy long-haired cat named Jean-Claude.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 12, 2016 21:50:28 GMT -8
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Post by Takhana Veil on May 3, 2016 13:58:26 GMT -8
Takhana forced herself to stop fidgeting as the door opened, and let her hands fall to her sides, dangling listlessly. An uncomfortable silence pervaded the room, and just when she was about to ask why he wanted to speak to her, Zaor preempted her and began to speak. Her fingers twitched, then curled around the edge of her desk, gripping tightly until the skin across her knuckles paled with the effort. She remained still and silent as he spoke, and her Sight fixed upon him, watching the shifting colors of his aura. When he fell silent, a small, grim smile appeared on her face.
"I know. That's why I've resolved to.. to keep my distance. The last thing you need in your life right now is some pitiful woman pining after you." There was a wry tilt to her lips as she said this, an attempt to be humorous in her self-deprecation. She really was being pitiful. But she meant what she said. Her expression softened, and not for the first time, she wished she still had eyes, so that she could catch his and convey her emotions properly.. all she had was the timbre of her voice, and the limited range of her face, what was uncovered. "I don't need eyes to see what troubles you, Zaor. The pain of losing the one you love is one I know intimately. It was wrong of me, to think that you could..." That you could care for me when your heart still belongs to the one you grieve for. The unspoken end of that sentence hung heavily in the air even as she straightened, releasing her grasp on the desk, and turned away.
"I've arranged for you to stay here as long as you require, and my employer is going to have a thorough historical record sent over, for you to peruse at your leisure. She's also offered to assist you in gaining employment, should you choose to do so. Madame Naoki is a very resourceful woman, I'm sure she would be helpful, and find something that suits you well. If you have no objections, I'll keep an eye on you as necessary until you've acclimated to city life." The words came out nonchalantly enough, but there was an underlying strain that said it was far from easy for her to say these things. It didn't matter, though; she had made her decision. Staring down at her desk, she waited for his response.. assuming he would leave. Again. He doesn't want you.
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2016 16:35:24 GMT -8
Her words, though were spoken to aid and comfort him, did nothing but rip through his heart like daggers. She was trying to keep her distance, as well she probably should, but in doing so he felt worse. Why, oh why, could he not get a hold on himself? It was painful just to breathe with his emotions strangling him.
His voice comes out again, broken and almost desperate. He was on the verge of breaking again. "... I don't know how to work through this. It hurts. How... how can you move on, and not feel you are betraying the one you pledged your life and soul to...? What am I supposed to do?" he barks out, growing just a touch hysterical in his frustrations. "How am I to live, when every time I look at you I see her? Yet my own dreams cast her afar and bring you near? What am I to make of it? How am I to live with it?!"
Zaor is forced to stop and take a breath... or several. His ramblings cost him his air for a bit, and he leaned heavily on his scepter once more with both hands gripping it tightly - the pale skin of his hands only growing white with the effort as his palms pressed painfully to the steel. It took everything he had to keep from collapsing in a pitiful heap again, and to keep from letting the tears spill out over his cheeks. "... you have been my salvation, Takhana... and I feel you still are. I'm... I don't know what to do. I just know I... I want you near."
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Takhana Veil
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Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 68
Physical Description: Takhana is an undeniably memorable figure. At a full 6' in height, she is graceful and willowy, with a woman's full figure. She has skin that is a dark greyish color, lightly tinted with silver that very nearly sparkles when the light hits it at certain angles. She has the beautifully formed, delicate features, pointed ears, and inherently graceful movements that identify her as one of the Elven folk.Her hair is long, naturally falling to her hips in straight lengths, and is a shining white threaded with silver, although she normally wears it pinned up elaborately with a set of wooden hair sticks that bear jingling silver charms. She has no eyes, and instead wears a blindfold of soft black leather that criss-crosses her empty eye sockets, for the benefit of the others. Tattooed upon her brow and her back are two strange crests, their origin mysterious.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, she wears an elaborate dress of black leather that both reveals her body and conceals it, adorned with straps and seemingly random silver buckles. This is paired with a set of leather-and-metal boots with pointed toes that come to her knees, enhancing the shape of her mostly-visible legs. Aside from her blindfold and ornamental hair sticks, she has a number of accessories that she habitually wears, such as a large pair of silver hoop earrings and numerous silver rings on each hand - one of which, a silvery band set with a violet stone, she wears on her right hand's index finger: This is her official communications accessory for The Midnight Sun, her employer. The enchanted gem is socketed so that it touches her skin at all times, thus allowing her constant access to the telepathic communications network shared by all employees of TMS, simply by virtue of being in uninterrupted physical contact. She uses no weapons, being a peaceable individual.. not to mention the whole blindness thing. She also has a white-and-black, stocky mare named Irabelle, and a fluffy long-haired cat named Jean-Claude.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Takhana Veil on May 3, 2016 17:33:40 GMT -8
The unnecessary rearranging of items on her desk came to a halt when Zaor spoke, and Takhana flinched at his tone, his words. The man was in agony. He wanted her, which was a shock, but he felt guilty about it.. and whenever he looked at her, he saw his departed beloved. That stung. Did he only want her for that reason? The thought made her heart twist in anguish. She pressed her palms to her desk and lowered her head, trying to muster the will to speak. The last person she'd told her story to was Remosi.. and look how that had turned out. Would Zaor pass her up for another, too? She breathed a soft, humorless laugh at the thought. What did she have to lose? Nothing. That's what.
"How did I move on... Vincent was human. We both knew I would outlive him by centuries. Neither of us expected that those centuries would begin on our very wedding night, however." Sorrow surged through her, remembering the loss of her husband, the very day that they were joined. She could still recall his smiling face, the sound of his voice... "When he first asked me to marry him, I told him that I didn't know if I could go on living after he died. He said that I had to, because he wanted me to find love again when he was gone."
She shifted, turning her head so that she could look back over her shoulder at Zaor. It was mostly for effect, of course, given she had no eyes with which to actually see him. But the message was clear, her attention focused in upon him with that single gesture. "Do you think that she would want you to mourn her forever? That she would want you to dwell in sorrow and grief and loss, rather than find love and happiness once more? I don't even care if it's me that you choose, although the gods know that my heart yearns for you." Her head lowered again, her shoulders slumping in defeat. She was exhausted, nearly as much as he was, and she was just so tired of fighting. Her whole life had been one big fight.
"I've known loss, again and again, and I'm weary of losing everyone I care for. So as much as I want you, Zaor, I'm not going to do this to myself again. If you can find a reason to live, a reason to rise above your loss and your grief, a way to let go of her and move on.. I'll be here. But I will not be used as a crutch of comfort because I remind you of your dead love. I may be nothing more than a broken Seer, but I have enough pride to at least allow myself that much dignity." She choked on her words, and it almost sounded as though she were about to cry. She couldn't, but the urge to was there; her throat was closing up, that painful stinging in her vacant eye sockets as she fought to keep breathing normally and not deteriorate into wretched sobs.
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2016 17:52:31 GMT -8
I will not be used as a crutch of comfort because I remind you of your dead love.
... he had said that, hadn't he? His words implied that. The fact his lack of tact drew that conclusion out of her just plunged a knife in his gut and twisted until he was about to be sick. He couldn't handle that, and he crashed to his knees on the floor with the staff clattering beside him. Both arms were latched around his stomach, trying to keep in control. He was quite the sight, wasn't he - a former prince that killed his people moping and weeping at this woman's feet like a pathetic excuse for a man.
"Y-you're no crutch... I don't want to use you... never," he murmurs, already feeling the tears forcing their way to the surface. "You... you lost him. You are the pillar..." He grit his teeth as he tried to keep from weeping, but he was already losing the fight to keep the damn from breaking. "Y-You're so strong... I... I can't be like this... I-I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." His words trailed off, the only sound coming from him being the broken sobs as he lost the battle.
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Takhana Veil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 68
Physical Description: Takhana is an undeniably memorable figure. At a full 6' in height, she is graceful and willowy, with a woman's full figure. She has skin that is a dark greyish color, lightly tinted with silver that very nearly sparkles when the light hits it at certain angles. She has the beautifully formed, delicate features, pointed ears, and inherently graceful movements that identify her as one of the Elven folk.Her hair is long, naturally falling to her hips in straight lengths, and is a shining white threaded with silver, although she normally wears it pinned up elaborately with a set of wooden hair sticks that bear jingling silver charms. She has no eyes, and instead wears a blindfold of soft black leather that criss-crosses her empty eye sockets, for the benefit of the others. Tattooed upon her brow and her back are two strange crests, their origin mysterious.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, she wears an elaborate dress of black leather that both reveals her body and conceals it, adorned with straps and seemingly random silver buckles. This is paired with a set of leather-and-metal boots with pointed toes that come to her knees, enhancing the shape of her mostly-visible legs. Aside from her blindfold and ornamental hair sticks, she has a number of accessories that she habitually wears, such as a large pair of silver hoop earrings and numerous silver rings on each hand - one of which, a silvery band set with a violet stone, she wears on her right hand's index finger: This is her official communications accessory for The Midnight Sun, her employer. The enchanted gem is socketed so that it touches her skin at all times, thus allowing her constant access to the telepathic communications network shared by all employees of TMS, simply by virtue of being in uninterrupted physical contact. She uses no weapons, being a peaceable individual.. not to mention the whole blindness thing. She also has a white-and-black, stocky mare named Irabelle, and a fluffy long-haired cat named Jean-Claude.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Takhana Veil on May 3, 2016 18:01:20 GMT -8
The sudden sound of his body hitting the floor, the staff following suit, startled her badly enough that Takhana jumped, whirling around to see what was wrong. Her initial fear was that the potion hadn't fully cleansed the poison from his body and that Zaor was still ill, and so she took a step toward him, intending to help. It was his words, however, that dispelled that notion, and gave her an obvious answer as to what was ailing him. He was still struggling. Of course he was. Lucidity had only just begun to return to him, and he was trying to figure out who he was in this new world that had left him behind.
She shouldn't go to him. It would be stupid and only further damage her broken heart.
She went to him anyway.
Her steps led her across the space between them, and she sank to her knees in front of Zaor's body was wracked with sobs. There was no hesitation as she reached for him, her hands sliding over his shoulders and around behind him; one settled on his back, the other delving beneath his hair to curve over the back of his neck, and she tugged him forward. Her shoulder was open to him for comfort, even as her heart broke yet more. Once again, she had reduced this proud, beautiful man to tears. Could there be any further proof that she was bad for him? She filled him with guilt, confused him, made him weep... She should walk away from him and never look back. For the good of them both.
She just couldn't do it.
"Shh. You don't need to apologize, Zaor." The words were whispered as she gently stroked the back of his neck. You're a fool, Takhana Veil.. you deserve whatever heartache this man is going to bring you.
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2016 18:22:37 GMT -8
He didn't fight her hold, rather tucking his head to her shoulder and bringing his own arms around to embrace her as she held him. He remained there for as long as she would allow, until his tears slowed and his breathing began to even out again. His hold was a tight, desperate one. When he managed to get a control on himself once more, he lifted his head and stared down to the half covered face of the woman. This time... he didn't see Mivian. He still felt her name beating in his chest, but it wasn't here before his eyes.
One hand came up to gently press his palm to her cheek, and he was just as soft in how he closed the distance to let his forehead rest against her own. He remained locked with her just like that for a time, subtly rocking back and forth. The anguish in his soul had poured out in tears... and it made sorting through the remains a bit easier. It gave them opportunity to try and sift through the whats and whys.
Then it hit him. There was no other reason for the crushing despair and guilt, unless he really was drawn to this woman. He couldn't argue that. Why? It was all too soon. Then again... Mivian has been love at first sight, too. Perhaps that made him stupid, but he believed in the heart knowing what it needed, what it wanted. It never steered him wrong long ago. And even in the chaos now, she guided his heart where it needed to be again. And... she was right. He couldn't imagine Mivian being selfish to want him to suffer. After all, she gave her life so he could flee with their people.
"Takhana," he whispers, his voice hoarse and quiet. "... I did not want to use you... that's not what I meant. Just... try to see. M-Mivian... she was special, as you are. You both are kind and gentle. Hearts of gold. Powerful. And s-somehow... I fell in love with you both so fast," he breathes, feeling his heart suddenly pulse painfully in his chest - butterflies bouncing around in his stomach. He could scarcely believe he said that. "... ... please. You both are alike... but you're not her. I don't want you to be her. Only one her... and only one you..."
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Takhana Veil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 68
Physical Description: Takhana is an undeniably memorable figure. At a full 6' in height, she is graceful and willowy, with a woman's full figure. She has skin that is a dark greyish color, lightly tinted with silver that very nearly sparkles when the light hits it at certain angles. She has the beautifully formed, delicate features, pointed ears, and inherently graceful movements that identify her as one of the Elven folk.Her hair is long, naturally falling to her hips in straight lengths, and is a shining white threaded with silver, although she normally wears it pinned up elaborately with a set of wooden hair sticks that bear jingling silver charms. She has no eyes, and instead wears a blindfold of soft black leather that criss-crosses her empty eye sockets, for the benefit of the others. Tattooed upon her brow and her back are two strange crests, their origin mysterious.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, she wears an elaborate dress of black leather that both reveals her body and conceals it, adorned with straps and seemingly random silver buckles. This is paired with a set of leather-and-metal boots with pointed toes that come to her knees, enhancing the shape of her mostly-visible legs. Aside from her blindfold and ornamental hair sticks, she has a number of accessories that she habitually wears, such as a large pair of silver hoop earrings and numerous silver rings on each hand - one of which, a silvery band set with a violet stone, she wears on her right hand's index finger: This is her official communications accessory for The Midnight Sun, her employer. The enchanted gem is socketed so that it touches her skin at all times, thus allowing her constant access to the telepathic communications network shared by all employees of TMS, simply by virtue of being in uninterrupted physical contact. She uses no weapons, being a peaceable individual.. not to mention the whole blindness thing. She also has a white-and-black, stocky mare named Irabelle, and a fluffy long-haired cat named Jean-Claude.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 12, 2016 21:50:28 GMT -8
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Post by Takhana Veil on May 3, 2016 18:36:50 GMT -8
There was no attempt to dislodge Zaor; she let him cry out his feelings for as long as he needed. It was rare anyone came to her office for anything less than an important matter, so she fully expected they would be left alone. Thankfully for Takhana's peace of mind, they were. When she felt him move away, the embrace of her arms loosened, falling instead to let her hands rest on his shoulders, fully prepared to let him go and stand, when he made it clear he was ready to leave. The last thing she was expecting was to feel his hand against her cheek, the press of his brow to hers. She froze, and it felt like her very heart stopped as her breath caught.
And then he began to speak. Her mind raced even as her heart resumed beating, thumping madly in her chest. He was.. what was he saying? He-- Wait, he loved her? How did that.. but.. what... She realized she was gripping his shoulders as though he were a piece of flotsam and she were struggling to keep above water in a storm at sea, and forced her grip to relax as she struggled to wrap her thoughts around what he'd said. "Zaor, I..." She breathed the words, then realized words just weren't enough. Her trembling hands slid up from his shoulders, moving over his neck, and her fingertips gently explored his face, feeling the graceful contours, the slope of his brow, the angle of his cheekbones.. and finally the tip of a single digit slid across his lips.
Her hands embedded themselves in his hair, then, and unable to find the proper words, she brought her lips to his, pouring the whole of her emotions into the tender, hesitant kiss she gave to him. Hope. Longing. Passion. Fear. Uncertainty. Happiness. Love. Surely that was answer enough. She wasn't going to turn him away. She wasn't going to let him leave. He belonged with her, and she with him.
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2016 19:03:35 GMT -8
He couldn't keep his hands from wandering when she initiated the kiss - the one at her cheek slipped behind her head to pull her close in an almost desperate manner, as if afraid she might vanish should they break the embrace. The other moved along the length of her slender frame to rest his hand at her lower back - pulling her just as close to merge their beings into one of feeling. The gesture spoke volumes where her words failed, and he was more grateful than he could express. It seemed he managed to get his thoughts across... and no more harsh words from her.
He didn't want to let her go. Remaining on his knees here in the middle of her office with her in his arms, he didn't want this moment to break. Despite the pain that still made him ache to his very soul, having her here was doing wonders to cure it little by little.
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