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Post by The Kingdom of Alban on Apr 10, 2016 10:58:17 GMT -8
An'Arach'Rí Keep.
Hugging the shore just off from the port is the once mighty An'Arach'Rí Keep. The ancestral home of the blood line of Andurin Arach the true kings of Alban. In recent years it has fallen from grace. Though the exterior of the keep is kept in good repair, the interior as barren. The furnishings that once anointed it's halls stolen or removed. It is old, dusty, and empty but it is kept standing. There is still hope in the city that one day the Arach line will dwell within it once more.
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Post by The Kingdom of Alban on Jul 5, 2016 18:58:04 GMT -8
In the month since the return of the king great change has been wrought in An'Arach'RI. It has not been restored to its full glory, but life has been breathed back into it. The most important rooms have been well cleaned and refurbished. The grand hall, the kitchens, and the king bedroom all look fit for... well, a king. Though most of the castle is off limits the grand hall is open and ready for a party. The wide open chamber is lit by torches on the walls, candles on the tables, and three roaring fires in the back. On spit in the center fire is a large suckling pig. The tables are laden with food that is simple, but we'll prepared and tasty. Alban doesn't yet have the trade resources or supplies to make more complex dishes. Still there are potatoes, beans, roasted pheasants, breads, pies, and various other vegetables in large quantities. In short it is a simple feast, but one fit for a king and his guest. Speaking of guest the carriages from A'Tigh'Lagh arrive at the gates and the council members, nobles, and dignitaries who took advantage begin to file in.  |
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274 
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Jul 6, 2016 5:20:15 GMT -8
Cairex walked in, already feeling out of place amongst the fancily dressed nobles and foreigners. Understanding his own importance in such matters, he took a seat towards the foot of the table. He wished that he had decided to stay with his pack, they had been curled up in a heap in their camp outside the city when he had departed. He wished to begin eating, but in typical wolf tradition he would wait until the leader had arrived and begun to eat as well.
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Ailionóra uí Muineacháin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86 
Age: Ancient.
Physical Description: As with all of the Fae, Ailionóra is tall and lithe, at a respectable 5'11", and although she is thousands of years old, she appears to be in her mid-twenties. She has long hair that falls to her hips, which is a mix of shades of auburn with golden highlights, and bright green eyes. She has a delicately-formed bone structure resulting in limbs and fingers that are just slightly longer in proportion than a human, and features that are wildly beautiful in an almost harsh and feral kind of way, along with the pointed ears possessed by all her kind. Her skin is lightly tanned from several lifetimes spent out in the Wyld, and heavily adorned with a great number of intricate tattoos in varying shades of green ink that she proudly displays.
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Clothes and Equipment: While safely at home within the Wyld, Ailionóra typically wears very little, allowing her to be closer to the nature within the Wyld. Her usual attire typically consists of a vest in any number of colors that bares her shoulders, back, and midriff, paired with a knee-length loincloth, and accessorized with gauntlets, upper arm bands, and various beaded necklaces and belts. She can occasionally be seen carrying a long spear, most often while out in the Wyld engaged in the Hunt. When outside the Wyld, she dresses a bit more conservatively, but still tends to wear dresses that display her shoulders and the tattoos on the skin there. When attending to important matters of Fae governance, either within the Wyld or when dealing with the Council of Alban, she often carries an staff composed of intricately twined pieces of wood, adorned with ever-blooming flowers and a few magic-focusing crystals of green and gold.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 10:51:15 GMT -8
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Post by Ailionóra uí Muineacháin on Jul 6, 2016 11:37:15 GMT -8
Ailionóra strolled into the keep as though she belonged there - which, in her opinion, she did, being one of the ruling council of Alban. Spotting Cairex, she halted near the foot of the table rather than ascending to the head. Averin wasn't even there yet, no reason to go sit near the head with the other important people and be forced to act like some civilized human.
"You look immensely uncomfortable. What are you planning to do after your presence is no longer required by the King?" She was curious. She figured the Wildlings had offered to let him reside in the Moors, she'd made the offer for him to go to the Wyld and Scath'leann whenever he chose.. would he remain in Alban at all? This male was a curiosity, and she wanted to puzzle him out.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jul 6, 2016 12:14:07 GMT -8
Neva strode past the visiting dignitaries and other people, taking a seat about three quarters of the way up from where Cairex sat. She had chosen this seat as nobody else had yet sat near it, and she wished to see everyone who came in and her view unobstructed. It did not occur to her that these seats were close enough that the important people would wish to sit there, and she would remain there, silent but smiling widely at anyone who looked at her.
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Owein Raic'Leach
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 48
Physical Description: An even six feet tall, Owein is a sturdily-built man with weathered features that make him appear older than his years. He has a strong jaw that descends to a firm chin, which is covered by a mustache-goatee that comes to a point, composed of brown hair threaded with silver hair - much like the hair atop his head, which he keeps trimmed to just about shoulder-length. His eyes are a deep steely grey, filled with a wisdom beyond his age. He usually wears a perpetual scowl.
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Clothes and Equipment: For the most part, Owein wears a set of intricate clothing in browns and reds. Red breeches are tucked into brown boots that fall just short of his knees. Into these breeches is tucked a brown tunic, with a red long-sleeved shirt beneath. At his waist he wears a red sash which serves as a belt, onto which are attached a number of pouches, that hold various alchemical and spell items. And over top it all he wears a long-sleeved red robe with hardened shoulders and intricate golden scrollwork at the shoulders, hem, and cuffs. The shoulders are actually made of red dragon hide, to ward against magical attacks, and the golden scrollwork carries enchantments. Around his neck is a long red scarf, that hides a nasty scar on his throat. He always carries with him a tall staff made of an odd opalescent white wood, that is carved at the top into an intricate, twisting shape reminiscent of dragons.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 14:36:28 GMT -8
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Post by Owein Raic'Leach on Jul 6, 2016 12:28:42 GMT -8
Politics was tricky business. Even something as simple as assigning seats to people at a feast. The seat at the very head of the table would be reserved for Averin, of course, with the four closest for the Chancellor, and the leaders of the three races. But the Fae and Wildlings hated each other, which meant it would be necessary to put the Fae leader next to the Chancellor, and across from the Warlord, who would in turn be seated beside the Wildling Alpha. This left Owein to guide his young associate to the side of the table where Ailionóra would be sitting, and claim the seat beside that designated for the Fae leader for himself, and guide Caridwyn into the chair beside his. Yes, just as he'd thought, the name cards were laid out just in that manner - leaving the seats beyond that point and on the other side for the Council of Thirteen to squabble over. Pulling Caridwyn's chair out for her, Owein posted up beside her, hand on the back of her chair, and waited for the King to arrive.. as well as the rest of the guests.
"I hate politics." This was muttered to his young companion in his usual gruff tones.
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Duchess Caridwyn An Sí
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Age: 19
Physical Description: A tall and slender woman, Caridwyn is 5'8" and shapely, with a woman's curves. Her skin is fair and her facial features are finely formed, nearly aristocratic, with high cheekbones, a smooth brow, and a delicate nose above full lips that rarely smile. Her hair is long, falling to her lower back, and a pale shade of blonde that verges on silvery. Her eyes are wide, luminous, and expressive, and are a pale blue color that often appears violet in certain lights.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most often, Caridwyn is seen wearing simple robes composed of soft, silky white fabric that lay draped across her body in an elegant fashion. Always found upon her person are two intricate silvers rings that cover the entirety of her index fingers, formed into intricate whorls and heavily enchanted with magics that allow her to disguise herself and move around unnoticed. Around her right wrist is a hammered iron cuff bracelet that is enchanted with protective magics. And around her neck is a necklace which bears a shining white moonstone that enables her to more easily use her divine magics. On ceremonial occasions, she wears an elaborate silver circlet set in the front with a large moonstone.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Jun 19, 2016 14:52:41 GMT -8
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Post by Duchess Caridwyn An Sí on Jul 6, 2016 12:32:38 GMT -8
Caridwyn looked around the room with inquisitive eyes. She'd never been inside the palace before. No one had. It was lovely, in the gloomy way that almost all things in Avelius were. She was so wrapped up in admiring the decor and peering at the food that she almost didn't realize Owein was guiding her into a seat. Sliding into the chair, she folded her hands in her lap and turned her head so that she could look up at the wizard, chuckling at his words.
"A necessary evil, I'm afraid, especially for one in your position, my friend. Are you sure it was wise to bring me here, though? The King has better things to do than talk to a priestess of a dying religion. Don't think I wasn't aware that's why you invited me to participate in the coronation. Leave the business of my order to me, Red Wizard." Her lips tilted into a small smirk. She knew well her order was dwindling, had been for many years. Owein was trying to be sneaky, but Caridwyn was onto him.. she'd known him most of her life, and his machinations were apparent to her eyes.
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Sir Cairex Forgepyre
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 23
Physical Description: Wolf - stature of a large grey wolf, mottled patches of darker grey and black mingle in with a lighter grey coat. A single black patch of fur surrounds the blue eye, while the brown eye is surrounded by the light grey color. Teeth are sharp and well maintained, just like his claws.
Hybrid - His most common form, his coloring perfectly matches the wolf form. This form stands around 7ft tall, weighs nearly 330 lbs, with a fairly long tail.
Human- only used when interacting amongst civilized society, he is tall for a human, around 6'3" and about 210lbs. His long hair matches the grey and black coloring of his wolf fur, and the only distinguishing feature is his canine eyes and elongated canines.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing - Cairex now wears a custom suit of armor, enchanted so that it will resize as he does, providing his already formidable wolf forms with substantial armor that is lightweight but strong, akin to mithril in both strength and weight.
Equipment - A good sized bastard sword and a small dagger are his only weapons, plus teeth and claws.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 8:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Cairex Forgepyre on Jul 6, 2016 13:18:58 GMT -8
Cairex turned to look at the woman, even sitting down he was nearly as tall as she was. He gave a small incline of his head as a showing of respect towards her.
"I do not know yet. He has yet to pay us for our services, telling us that it would happen after the feast and we would be justly rewarded. I see no reason to leave until that happens."
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Post by King Averin Arach on Jul 6, 2016 19:04:22 GMT -8
Averin steps into the hall from a side room. He doesn't announce his presence and there is no fan fair. Instead he makes his way to the head of the table and stands next to his chair. People are still making their way to their seats, but everyone is in. The king scoops up a glass of wine and raises it. His voice cuts through the noise like a bell. Loud clear and strong.
"Ladies and gentlemen, as is tradition a toast before we start."
Averin sweeps his eyes across the crowd, most everyone is staring at him. That or looking for their own glass.
"To the start of something new. Now dig in!"
The toast is echoed across the hall and people drink. Averin takes his seat and sips at his wine. He absently pokes at the plate in front of him. He is hungry, but he doesn't want to get too invested in his meal. He knows that people are going to start approaching him soon. He'd rather not have to stop after every few mouthfuls.
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Ailionóra uí Muineacháin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86
Age: Ancient.
Physical Description: As with all of the Fae, Ailionóra is tall and lithe, at a respectable 5'11", and although she is thousands of years old, she appears to be in her mid-twenties. She has long hair that falls to her hips, which is a mix of shades of auburn with golden highlights, and bright green eyes. She has a delicately-formed bone structure resulting in limbs and fingers that are just slightly longer in proportion than a human, and features that are wildly beautiful in an almost harsh and feral kind of way, along with the pointed ears possessed by all her kind. Her skin is lightly tanned from several lifetimes spent out in the Wyld, and heavily adorned with a great number of intricate tattoos in varying shades of green ink that she proudly displays.
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Clothes and Equipment: While safely at home within the Wyld, Ailionóra typically wears very little, allowing her to be closer to the nature within the Wyld. Her usual attire typically consists of a vest in any number of colors that bares her shoulders, back, and midriff, paired with a knee-length loincloth, and accessorized with gauntlets, upper arm bands, and various beaded necklaces and belts. She can occasionally be seen carrying a long spear, most often while out in the Wyld engaged in the Hunt. When outside the Wyld, she dresses a bit more conservatively, but still tends to wear dresses that display her shoulders and the tattoos on the skin there. When attending to important matters of Fae governance, either within the Wyld or when dealing with the Council of Alban, she often carries an staff composed of intricately twined pieces of wood, adorned with ever-blooming flowers and a few magic-focusing crystals of green and gold.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 10:51:15 GMT -8
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Post by Ailionóra uí Muineacháin on Jul 6, 2016 19:34:25 GMT -8
"But of course. I was not suggesting you depart before receiving your reward. Simply curious as to where you would go afterward." She looked over as Averin appeared and spoke, then snagged a glass of wine from a passing servant, raising it as the King made his toast. Echoing the words, she raised the cup to her lips and sipped at the liquid within. Then she glanced back down at Cairex and smirked.
"You will always be welcome in the Wyld. Try not to let all these pompous humans get your tail up, Cairex the Wyldwolf." Flashing him a quick wink, she wandered up the table to her seat and dropped gracefully into it, glancing over at Owein and the girl beside him. Interesting. Nothing was said, however; she simply began plucking at various items of food on the table, dropping them onto her plate and eating in a peckish manner. Almost like a bird. She had no appetite, especially not for these human foods, but it would be rude to refuse, she knew.
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Madadh Allaidh
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Age: 36
Physical Description: Madadh's form is slightly fluid, as normal for the wildlings, but it is always somewhere between human and wolf. His most common shape is essentially humanoid, walking on two (more wolf than human) legs and with opposable thumbs, but with the head, fur, claws, and tail of a wolf or werewolf... and about six feet eight inches tall (tall even for a wildling), and thickly muscled while retaining some of the lithe quality of the wolf. His fur is a dark grey, in his humanoid form appearing almost black, and his eyes a pale grey -- though at his most wolf, they become a more typical golden hue. Humans generally find his expressions very difficult to read unless they've spend a lot of time with either the wildlings or wild wolves.
Clothes and Equipment: In a concession to human sensibilities, Madadh is clothed more often than not in his semi-human forms in almost gentlemanly attire of a high-quality white linen shirt, custom-tailored leather pants (they would have to be custom to fit a wolf's reversed knees), and a very long leather coat. The coat is adorned with small (relative to his massive frame) pauldrons looted from a dwarven warrior, and the various buckles, buttons, and adornments of his attire are similarly forged from looted dwarven metal. Shoes or boots are scorned, as his massive paws are higher-performing on any terrain. At his side he wears a sword like a cutlass, but made to the scale of a massive wildling -- a weapon for the battlefield, certainly, as in any skirmish his sharp claws and the scale gauntlets he wears would be more than effective.
Player's online availability : Variable. PST.
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 14:13:05 GMT -8
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Post by Madadh Allaidh on Jul 6, 2016 20:10:16 GMT -8
A nod of acknowledgement was given to Sir Cairex Forgepyre; just as Madadh didn't feel the need to repeat his loyalty to the King, he apparently did not feel the need to re-voice Cairex's invitation to join the People. The Wolf raised his glass to Averin's toast, and even drank a bit... despite his dislike of wine. It wasn't bad enough the humans had to drink from a fruit, no, they had to let the juice spoil too! After drinking just enough to be polite he sighed, resigned to never understanding humans.
Madadh seemed pleased with his seat: at the left hand of the King, and not so close to the Fae as to be forced to converse with it; he only gave Ailionóra uí Muineacháin one dirty look, in fact. Unlike the wine, Madadh dug into the food with gusto, though he very much avoided anything that wasn't meat. Thankfully he wasn't picky at all about meat, and at a royal feast there was plenty of it to be had. When he spoke to King Averin Arach his tone was very polite; he had acknowledged the man's leadership, after all! "Well spoken, King. To the point." From his tone he approved of that whole-heartedly.
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Alanis Waterbloom
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 140-ish, but who cares?
Physical Description: Reddish brown hair, dark eyes, not particularly athletic-looking but with reflexes and speed comparable to most other elves.
Clothes and Equipment: A white robe, a silver tiara, she carries no weapons of any kind
Registered: Jun 9, 2016 15:24:46 GMT -8
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Post by Alanis Waterbloom on Jul 6, 2016 20:13:52 GMT -8
Ailionora wasn't the only one having trouble with human food. Alanis smiled politely at all the servants as she gracefully sat down. However, she found only the vegetables to be truly appetizing. Pork wasn't really her thing, and pheasants were only a tad less offensive. In fact she much preferred a vegetarian diet, or to get her protein from insects. But she didn't want to be rude and felt obligated to take at least a few bites from the once semi-sentient porcine, which she bravely did. Poor thing. Poor... tasty thing.
Although some humans accompanied her, some of the other elders decided to instead explore the rest of the city and get to know the people better. Meanwhile, Alanis took to examining all the natives, trying to decide who to start interacting with. She felt strangely awkward, almost like a child. After taking a few more bites of food, yawning, drinking some wine, and taking even more bites of food, she steeled herself.
She happened to be sitting close enough to Ailionóra to be within earshot. Spotting a lull in her conversation with the great noble beast Cairex, she leaned forward to interrupt. "Forgive me..." Waiting for her to make eye contact, she smiled shyly. "You are... a leader among the fae, yes?"
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Owein Raic'Leach
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 48
Physical Description: An even six feet tall, Owein is a sturdily-built man with weathered features that make him appear older than his years. He has a strong jaw that descends to a firm chin, which is covered by a mustache-goatee that comes to a point, composed of brown hair threaded with silver hair - much like the hair atop his head, which he keeps trimmed to just about shoulder-length. His eyes are a deep steely grey, filled with a wisdom beyond his age. He usually wears a perpetual scowl.
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Clothes and Equipment: For the most part, Owein wears a set of intricate clothing in browns and reds. Red breeches are tucked into brown boots that fall just short of his knees. Into these breeches is tucked a brown tunic, with a red long-sleeved shirt beneath. At his waist he wears a red sash which serves as a belt, onto which are attached a number of pouches, that hold various alchemical and spell items. And over top it all he wears a long-sleeved red robe with hardened shoulders and intricate golden scrollwork at the shoulders, hem, and cuffs. The shoulders are actually made of red dragon hide, to ward against magical attacks, and the golden scrollwork carries enchantments. Around his neck is a long red scarf, that hides a nasty scar on his throat. He always carries with him a tall staff made of an odd opalescent white wood, that is carved at the top into an intricate, twisting shape reminiscent of dragons.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 14:36:28 GMT -8
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Post by Owein Raic'Leach on Jul 6, 2016 20:26:03 GMT -8
"He needs to meet the people. You are the people. You also know the people. Besides, he needs friends his own age." This was all grumbled to Caridwyn before the arrival of the king, and when Averin entered, he picked up the wineglass in front of him, raising it response to the toast. After sipping at the liquid therein, he waited for Averin to be seated and somewhat comfortable before addressing the young man past the Fae leader to his left and the Chancellor on the other side of her.
"Welcome home, Your Majesty. Allow me to introduce myself and my companion: I'm Owein Raic'Leach, the Red Wizard and leader of the Talveron Wizards. This is Caridwyn An Sí, High Priestess of the Iníonacha na Gealach." He gestured to the fair-haired woman at his side as he introduced her.
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Duchess Caridwyn An Sí
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Age: 19
Physical Description: A tall and slender woman, Caridwyn is 5'8" and shapely, with a woman's curves. Her skin is fair and her facial features are finely formed, nearly aristocratic, with high cheekbones, a smooth brow, and a delicate nose above full lips that rarely smile. Her hair is long, falling to her lower back, and a pale shade of blonde that verges on silvery. Her eyes are wide, luminous, and expressive, and are a pale blue color that often appears violet in certain lights.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most often, Caridwyn is seen wearing simple robes composed of soft, silky white fabric that lay draped across her body in an elegant fashion. Always found upon her person are two intricate silvers rings that cover the entirety of her index fingers, formed into intricate whorls and heavily enchanted with magics that allow her to disguise herself and move around unnoticed. Around her right wrist is a hammered iron cuff bracelet that is enchanted with protective magics. And around her neck is a necklace which bears a shining white moonstone that enables her to more easily use her divine magics. On ceremonial occasions, she wears an elaborate silver circlet set in the front with a large moonstone.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Jun 19, 2016 14:52:41 GMT -8
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Post by Duchess Caridwyn An Sí on Jul 6, 2016 20:30:13 GMT -8
Caridwyn did no more than shoot Owein an amused glance as he responded to her words. He thought he was being sneaky.. she saw right through his ploy. But she didn't say that. She did, however, raise her glass to the King's toast, and sip at the wine within, before she began putting small amounts of food on her plate. However, all attempts to eat stopped when Owein introduced her to the man at the head of the table, and fork and knife were set aside so she could turn to face Averin as much as possible given the three people seated between them. Inclining her head in a deep nod of respect, when she straightened, Caridwyn offered him a small smile, the light of the fire behind the King making her eyes look a pale shade of violet.
"I'm honored to meet you, Your Majesty.. and I was equally honored to have been allowed to participate in your coronation. Owein requested I imbue the crown with protective magics, and as such it was necessary for me to be there to offer it, so the magic wouldn't unravel prematurely."
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
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Post by King Averin Arach on Jul 6, 2016 20:53:35 GMT -8
"Thank you Madadh, In my experience it's better to be to the point. Too many people waste time bandying words when they could be acting."
Averin nods at the Wildling leader, acknowledging his words. The young king returns his attention to his meal, when Owein speaks up. Averin turns to face the red mage and notes that the same woman from the coronation is there. The formal introduction is illuminating. He had already known the older man by reputation, but now he knew who the woman was. High priestess of the Iníonacha na Gealach? From what he recalled they were nature worshipers. He was honestly a little surprised there are any left. Still he gives them both a friendly smile. He fixes Owein in his gaze first.
"A pleasure to meet you. I've heard much about you Owein, it will be interesting to find out how much of it is true."
Then his eyes turn to Caridwyn, he takes a moment to admire the fine features of her face. She was a nice looking woman. Hopefully her religion isn't one that demands chastity from it's priests. It would be a waste of rare beauty.
"I'm afraid I haven't heard anything of you Caridwyn. Though I look forward to learning more. I recall from my studies your religion is focused on nature worship. Is that right?"
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Ailionóra uí Muineacháin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 86
Age: Ancient.
Physical Description: As with all of the Fae, Ailionóra is tall and lithe, at a respectable 5'11", and although she is thousands of years old, she appears to be in her mid-twenties. She has long hair that falls to her hips, which is a mix of shades of auburn with golden highlights, and bright green eyes. She has a delicately-formed bone structure resulting in limbs and fingers that are just slightly longer in proportion than a human, and features that are wildly beautiful in an almost harsh and feral kind of way, along with the pointed ears possessed by all her kind. Her skin is lightly tanned from several lifetimes spent out in the Wyld, and heavily adorned with a great number of intricate tattoos in varying shades of green ink that she proudly displays.
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Clothes and Equipment: While safely at home within the Wyld, Ailionóra typically wears very little, allowing her to be closer to the nature within the Wyld. Her usual attire typically consists of a vest in any number of colors that bares her shoulders, back, and midriff, paired with a knee-length loincloth, and accessorized with gauntlets, upper arm bands, and various beaded necklaces and belts. She can occasionally be seen carrying a long spear, most often while out in the Wyld engaged in the Hunt. When outside the Wyld, she dresses a bit more conservatively, but still tends to wear dresses that display her shoulders and the tattoos on the skin there. When attending to important matters of Fae governance, either within the Wyld or when dealing with the Council of Alban, she often carries an staff composed of intricately twined pieces of wood, adorned with ever-blooming flowers and a few magic-focusing crystals of green and gold.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 1, 2016 10:51:15 GMT -8
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Post by Ailionóra uí Muineacháin on Jul 6, 2016 20:57:52 GMT -8
Ailionora wasn't the only one having trouble with human food. Alanis smiled politely at all the servants as she gracefully sat down. However, she found only the vegetables to be truly appetizing. Pork wasn't really her thing, and pheasants were only a tad less offensive. In fact she much preferred a vegetarian diet, or to get her protein from insects. But she didn't want to be rude and felt obligated to take at least a few bites from the once semi-sentient porcine, which she bravely did. Poor thing. Poor... tasty thing. Although some humans accompanied her, some of the other elders decided to instead explore the rest of the city and get to know the people better. Meanwhile Alanis took to examining all the natives, trying to decide to to start interacting with. She felt strangely awkward, almost like a child. After taking a few more bites of food, yawning, drinking some wine, and taking a few more bites of food. She steeled herself. She happened to be sitting close enough to Ailionóra to be within earshot. Spotting a lull in her conversation with the great noble beast, she leaned forward to interrupt. "Forgive me..." Waiting for her to make eye contact, she smiled shyly. "You are... a leader among the fae, yes?"
"I am Ailionóra uí Muineacháin, the Mór Crann of the Fae of Alban. Some would call me the Fae queen, I suppose. And you are?" She propped her elbow on the arm of her chair and then dropped her chin into the corresponding upturned palm. Perhaps she'd get some interesting conversation out of this affair after all. |
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Owein Raic'Leach
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 48
Physical Description: An even six feet tall, Owein is a sturdily-built man with weathered features that make him appear older than his years. He has a strong jaw that descends to a firm chin, which is covered by a mustache-goatee that comes to a point, composed of brown hair threaded with silver hair - much like the hair atop his head, which he keeps trimmed to just about shoulder-length. His eyes are a deep steely grey, filled with a wisdom beyond his age. He usually wears a perpetual scowl.
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Clothes and Equipment: For the most part, Owein wears a set of intricate clothing in browns and reds. Red breeches are tucked into brown boots that fall just short of his knees. Into these breeches is tucked a brown tunic, with a red long-sleeved shirt beneath. At his waist he wears a red sash which serves as a belt, onto which are attached a number of pouches, that hold various alchemical and spell items. And over top it all he wears a long-sleeved red robe with hardened shoulders and intricate golden scrollwork at the shoulders, hem, and cuffs. The shoulders are actually made of red dragon hide, to ward against magical attacks, and the golden scrollwork carries enchantments. Around his neck is a long red scarf, that hides a nasty scar on his throat. He always carries with him a tall staff made of an odd opalescent white wood, that is carved at the top into an intricate, twisting shape reminiscent of dragons.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 14:36:28 GMT -8
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Post by Owein Raic'Leach on Jul 6, 2016 20:59:25 GMT -8
"We have much to discuss when you have the time, my king." He inclined his head to Averin in a respectful nod, then turned his attention to the food. The young people could talk - this old man was going to eat. Though he did keep an ear on the conversation of Averin and Caridwyn.
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Duchess Caridwyn An Sí
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Age: 19
Physical Description: A tall and slender woman, Caridwyn is 5'8" and shapely, with a woman's curves. Her skin is fair and her facial features are finely formed, nearly aristocratic, with high cheekbones, a smooth brow, and a delicate nose above full lips that rarely smile. Her hair is long, falling to her lower back, and a pale shade of blonde that verges on silvery. Her eyes are wide, luminous, and expressive, and are a pale blue color that often appears violet in certain lights.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most often, Caridwyn is seen wearing simple robes composed of soft, silky white fabric that lay draped across her body in an elegant fashion. Always found upon her person are two intricate silvers rings that cover the entirety of her index fingers, formed into intricate whorls and heavily enchanted with magics that allow her to disguise herself and move around unnoticed. Around her right wrist is a hammered iron cuff bracelet that is enchanted with protective magics. And around her neck is a necklace which bears a shining white moonstone that enables her to more easily use her divine magics. On ceremonial occasions, she wears an elaborate silver circlet set in the front with a large moonstone.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Jun 19, 2016 14:52:41 GMT -8
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Post by Duchess Caridwyn An Sí on Jul 6, 2016 21:05:34 GMT -8
The admiring gaze of the King didn't go unnoticed by the priestess, and her eyes flickered briefly with amusement.. as well as an undeniable attraction. He was a very handsome man, after all, and Caridwyn was no stranger to the desires between a man and a woman. Since Owein was apparently bowing out of their discussion, she took it upon herself to speak with their new King. Giving a small nod at the man's assessment of her order's practices, she decided to elaborate, since he was apparently interested.
"This is true, Your Majesty. It pleases me that you don't call us 'Wyld worshipers', as many of the people do. The order's focus is more on the balance of nature and the cycle of seasons, with a strong emphasis on the roles of the sun and moon within this order and the blessings of magic they give us.. and we do not practice the druidry that the Fae of the Wyld do. Although you would not know it, to hear the people speak." The small, slightly grim smile that appeared on her face as she said this gave her opinion on that matter quite clearly. The misconceptions the people had about the priesthood and their magics had begun around the time his father was deposed and the usurper took the throne, and the fear and hatred had only grown since then.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
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Post by King Averin Arach on Jul 6, 2016 21:26:05 GMT -8
Averin caught brief flicker of attraction in Caridwyn's eyes. The young king had worked as a mercenary for three years and before that as a squire. He had spent his fair share of that time in taverns and in tavern maids. He had little compunctions about single nights of passion with a willing partner. Though he had always been sure to take precautions to ensure there were no accidents. Those nights had given him enough experience to notice subtle little things like the slight widening of the pupils.
For a moment Averin entertains the notion of wooing Caridwyn. She'd make a fine after feast companion. Eventually he dismisses the notion. Having a tryst on the night of his coronation seemed garish. Perhaps he'd try on a later date though. With that settled for the moment he turns his attention back to what she was saying. It was about what he expected, mostly that the religion wasn't popular. He'd figured as much, but it was good to know for certain.
"I am sorry to hear that.Has the prejudice been kept to ignorant words? Or has there been violence?"
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Ryden Greyiron
Dedicated
Chancellor of Isra
Roleplay posts: 226
Age: 42
Physical Description: Taller than most at 6'4, with relatively short, steel-grey hair, and a well-groomed, dignified moustache and beard, Ryden Greyiron would have been considered handsome, once upon a time, and still might be by some, but stress and worry has gotten to him over the years, and more than anything, he looks weary. With well-defined, prominent cheekbones, a strong-set jaw, and a proud nose, he looks every part the stately nobleman he professes to be. His dark blue eyes are filled with a solemn and calculative consideration of everything around him. He has the lean and muscular body of a great swordsman not long out of their prime, and his movements show it - they are graceful, yet dignified, confident and determined.
Clothes and Equipment: Ryden is generally only seen in his engraved armor. His armour is an assembly of intricately engraved detail and runic symbols in equal measures. With his long and flowing grey cloak, he creates a distinctive impression of gravitas in all situations. His preferred weapon, a hand-and-a-half sword, is rather unusual. The hilt is worn and weathered with battle, and seems to be ancient, and yet the blade gleams and shimmers in the slightest of light as though it emerged from the flames of a forge only yesterday. The blade's edge is razor sharp, and appears to have never needed sharpening. His armour and sword both possess a degree of enchantment, but the extent of which is unknown, even to him.
Registered: Apr 30, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ryden Greyiron on Jul 6, 2016 21:45:08 GMT -8
Chancellor Ryden Greyiron was sitting right up towards the very top of the great table, as far up as he possibly could be. Engaging in all the traditions, he ate the hearty feast before him with relish, enjoying everything set out before but for the wine. Seeing as he didn't intend on staying in Alban for long, he was going to attempt to catch the new king as soon as possible - tonight, if he could, and if he did, he would need a clear head. Still, he made small talk with the noble people around him. St the same time, he glanced around the table, wondering if there was anyone else he ought speak to - perhaps he should introduce himself to King Renaux of Gauldin.
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