Mihael Làidir
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 206 
Age: 24
Physical Description: Mihael stands at a little less than average five foot ten. He has a narrow jaw, piercing blue eyes, straight nose, midset cheekbones, and powerful brow. His hair white hair is kept short and tends to stick up. He has the lean cord like muscle of a trained swordsmen.
Mihael is of mixed Katashiman and Albish blood. His father was a wondering Ronin who fell in love with a Albish noble woman.
Clothes and Equipment: As his base lair Mihael wears a white silk top, Over top of this he wears a chain link vest, and over that he wears a long blue coat. The coat is a modified version of the blue cloaks worn by the Avelius city guard.
His only weapon is the Yoru'Gin a silver steel Katana. It is the ancestral blade of his family on his fathers side. The folded steel weapon is enchanted for additional durability. The enchantments allow the normally brittle blade of a katana to trade blows with the more heavy weapons of the Alban knights without shattering. The silver used in it's creation also makes it effective against supernatural threats.
Registered: May 2, 2016 18:57:42 GMT -8
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Post by Mihael Làidir on May 20, 2016 21:31:01 GMT -8
"That's good because I love you and I don't know what I would have done if you didn't." Mihael says this gently after Moon breaks the kiss. Then he reaches into his pocket and fumbles in it for a minute. Finally he produces a silver ring set with a moonstone. He takes Moon's left hand in his and slips the ring onto her finger. He then stares at it for a long moment. He never thought he'd court anyone, or that he would ask someone to marry him. Well to be fair he hadn't actually done the later, but that was besides the point. It was odd how much his reality had changed since he met her, but many things had been odd since he met her. But it didn't matter, odd was wonderful and he wanted things to stay odd for the rest of his life. "I think the term is fiancee, at least until we get married then I am your husband. Anyway we should eat dinner, that way there will be nothing to distract me from kissing you silly." Mihael grins and he can't resist giving catching her lips with his, drawing her into a long, tender, and deep kiss.  |
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537 
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on May 20, 2016 21:52:16 GMT -8
Moon breathed a watery, happy laugh at Mihael's words, and leaned back slightly so that she could grin at him. This was it. He was hers, he was meant to be hers, and she was meant to be his. Looking down when he took her hand, she felt her throat tighten with emotion: She knew that stone. It was a moonstone. He had gotten her a ring with a stone that was reminiscent of her own name. The tears in her eyes overflowed, a single droplet trickling down each cheek as she looked at the beautiful, delicate piece of jewelry. She had never owned anything so fragile before, and Mihael had given it to her. Perhaps it was meant to be an expression of how he saw her? She sniffled, and draped her arms around his neck, pressing her forehead against his.
"It's the most wonderful thing I've ever been given. I love it. I believe I will enjoy calling you 'fiance'.. but I'll enjoy calling you husband and mate even more." Her voice was filled with love and happiness as she smiled at him, although she laughed softly into the embrace of lips when he kissed her. So much for his words about eating dinner! She didn't try to break the kiss, though, simply letting it carry on as they sat pressed together. Her heart finally felt whole, the shattered pieces left behind by Kematian stitched back into place and healed by the warmth of his regard. She never wanted to be anywhere other than in his arms.
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Mihael Làidir
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 206
Age: 24
Physical Description: Mihael stands at a little less than average five foot ten. He has a narrow jaw, piercing blue eyes, straight nose, midset cheekbones, and powerful brow. His hair white hair is kept short and tends to stick up. He has the lean cord like muscle of a trained swordsmen.
Mihael is of mixed Katashiman and Albish blood. His father was a wondering Ronin who fell in love with a Albish noble woman.
Clothes and Equipment: As his base lair Mihael wears a white silk top, Over top of this he wears a chain link vest, and over that he wears a long blue coat. The coat is a modified version of the blue cloaks worn by the Avelius city guard.
His only weapon is the Yoru'Gin a silver steel Katana. It is the ancestral blade of his family on his fathers side. The folded steel weapon is enchanted for additional durability. The enchantments allow the normally brittle blade of a katana to trade blows with the more heavy weapons of the Alban knights without shattering. The silver used in it's creation also makes it effective against supernatural threats.
Registered: May 2, 2016 18:57:42 GMT -8
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Post by Mihael Làidir on May 21, 2016 9:18:10 GMT -8
The kiss went on for not nearly long enough, when Mihael broke it. He did so reluctantly, but he had been serious about eating dinner first. He wanted no interruptions like a burned deer or a grumbling stomach. The deer wasn't quite burned yet so he shifted Moon off his lap and began cutting off chunks for their dinner. He also took one of the potatoes which was piping hot and sprinkled it with a bit of salt. He then set about eating with more enthusiasm than normal. He was determined to get through his food as quickly as possible and return to important business.
"Owwwww hot, hot, hot."
Mihael fanned his mouth and grabbed some water. Okay maybe eat a bit slower, biting into that potato before it cooled had been a mistake.
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on May 21, 2016 10:41:05 GMT -8
Moon made a quietly disappointed sound when Mihael broke the kiss and shifted her off his lap, but she was hungry, too, and the deer was starting to smell quite good. Grabbing plates and forks from her pack, she set them out so that pieces of deer meat could be placed upon them, then carefully grabbed a potato and placed it on her own plate. She cut it open with the fork so that it could cool, then glanced over at Mihael as he bit into the too-hot potato. She stifled a laugh, then leaned over and kissed his cheek, nuzzling him lovingly before she murmured into his ear.
"There's no need to rush.. I'm not going anywhere. We'll have all the time in the world to celebrate." She grinned at him, then turned her attention to her own dinner, carefully popping pieces of venison and potato into her mouth at a sedate pace in between sips from her water skin.
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Mihael Làidir
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 206
Age: 24
Physical Description: Mihael stands at a little less than average five foot ten. He has a narrow jaw, piercing blue eyes, straight nose, midset cheekbones, and powerful brow. His hair white hair is kept short and tends to stick up. He has the lean cord like muscle of a trained swordsmen.
Mihael is of mixed Katashiman and Albish blood. His father was a wondering Ronin who fell in love with a Albish noble woman.
Clothes and Equipment: As his base lair Mihael wears a white silk top, Over top of this he wears a chain link vest, and over that he wears a long blue coat. The coat is a modified version of the blue cloaks worn by the Avelius city guard.
His only weapon is the Yoru'Gin a silver steel Katana. It is the ancestral blade of his family on his fathers side. The folded steel weapon is enchanted for additional durability. The enchantments allow the normally brittle blade of a katana to trade blows with the more heavy weapons of the Alban knights without shattering. The silver used in it's creation also makes it effective against supernatural threats.
Registered: May 2, 2016 18:57:42 GMT -8
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Post by Mihael Làidir on May 21, 2016 11:27:47 GMT -8
"Well you are probably right, but I still want to get started."
Mihael grins at Moon as she nuzzles his cheek. Still he slows down and eats at a more reasonable pace. When the food is finished and the remainder of the deer stowed in some wrappings, Mihael gets to his feet. He finds a nearby stream to clean their plates and rinse off the fat from the venison. Once that is done he returns to the camp and waits for Moon. He is practically vibrating with excitement, still hardly able to believe it. They were engaged! He couldn't wait to finish his quest and return to Avelius, he could introduce Moon to his mother and father. He was certain they would lover her, after all he certainly loved Moon. Then they could have their wedding on his families estate and... Mihael's eyes shine brightly as he thinks on their shared future.
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on May 21, 2016 11:43:26 GMT -8
When they had both finished eating, Moon helped him with the cleanup of their meal and made sure the camp was secure, following him to the stream so that she could refill their water skins. Then she returned and tucked the skins inside their respective packs, turning to face Mihael when he returned. She gave him a smile that was mostly shy, but partially anxious, as well. He'd mentioned something the night that they'd first kissed about how 'other things' would need to wait till they were engaged.. she'd come to understand since then that 'engaged' was what you were after the 'proposal'. Which meant they were engaged now. Did he expect those things of her? Moon wanted that. Or, well, her body did.. but she wasn't sure she was ready, emotionally or mentally. Moving to their shared tent, she toed off her boots and crawled inside, poking her head out to look at him.
"Shall we call it a night?"
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Mihael Làidir
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 206
Age: 24
Physical Description: Mihael stands at a little less than average five foot ten. He has a narrow jaw, piercing blue eyes, straight nose, midset cheekbones, and powerful brow. His hair white hair is kept short and tends to stick up. He has the lean cord like muscle of a trained swordsmen.
Mihael is of mixed Katashiman and Albish blood. His father was a wondering Ronin who fell in love with a Albish noble woman.
Clothes and Equipment: As his base lair Mihael wears a white silk top, Over top of this he wears a chain link vest, and over that he wears a long blue coat. The coat is a modified version of the blue cloaks worn by the Avelius city guard.
His only weapon is the Yoru'Gin a silver steel Katana. It is the ancestral blade of his family on his fathers side. The folded steel weapon is enchanted for additional durability. The enchantments allow the normally brittle blade of a katana to trade blows with the more heavy weapons of the Alban knights without shattering. The silver used in it's creation also makes it effective against supernatural threats.
Registered: May 2, 2016 18:57:42 GMT -8
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Post by Mihael Làidir on May 21, 2016 12:17:48 GMT -8
Mihael distracted by his thoughts looked up surprised when Moon spoke. He had expected her to sit with him by the fire, so he could kiss her passionately until it was time for bed. His face turns disappointed when he sees she has decided to retire early. He gets to his feet and joins her in their tent.
"So no kissing? I wanted to kiss you silly."
He says this while trying hard not to sound too disappointed. As he lays out on his bed roll.
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on May 21, 2016 12:48:11 GMT -8
Moon smiled and retreated into the tent as he joined her, sealing the tent flaps behind him, then once Mihael was laid out upon his bedroll, she shifted so that she was straddling his lap. Her hands pressed to the ground on either side of his head as she leaned down, brushing her nose against his and speaking in a soft murmur.
"Who says we can't kiss in here?" She didn't even give him a chance to respond, pressing her lips to his in a heated kiss. She wasted no time in coaxing his lips apart and tasting him, breathing a quiet moan as the fire rose within her body. She wanted him, and the perch she'd chosen wasn't exactly conducive to suppressing that desire, but she didn't care. It felt so good, and she just wanted to feel him against her body.. even if it was with layers of clothing between them.
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Mihael Làidir
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 206
Age: 24
Physical Description: Mihael stands at a little less than average five foot ten. He has a narrow jaw, piercing blue eyes, straight nose, midset cheekbones, and powerful brow. His hair white hair is kept short and tends to stick up. He has the lean cord like muscle of a trained swordsmen.
Mihael is of mixed Katashiman and Albish blood. His father was a wondering Ronin who fell in love with a Albish noble woman.
Clothes and Equipment: As his base lair Mihael wears a white silk top, Over top of this he wears a chain link vest, and over that he wears a long blue coat. The coat is a modified version of the blue cloaks worn by the Avelius city guard.
His only weapon is the Yoru'Gin a silver steel Katana. It is the ancestral blade of his family on his fathers side. The folded steel weapon is enchanted for additional durability. The enchantments allow the normally brittle blade of a katana to trade blows with the more heavy weapons of the Alban knights without shattering. The silver used in it's creation also makes it effective against supernatural threats.
Registered: May 2, 2016 18:57:42 GMT -8
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Post by Mihael Làidir on May 21, 2016 13:18:18 GMT -8
Mihael's eyes opened wide when Moon straddled him and started speaking. Before he can respond though her lips find his and he lets out an appreciative moan. His fiancee capitalized on this to deepen the kiss, not that he was complaining. It isn't long before his arms are wrapped around her waist pulling her tight against his body. He absolutely loves the feel of her squeezed against him, her soft curves melted into his. This position was different from the one they normal had and he found it made things more exciting. He begins to trace his hands up and down her body. One hand straying to her shapely and supple rear to squeeze at through her clothing the other tangling her long white hair.
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on May 21, 2016 13:37:06 GMT -8
When he pulled her closer, Moon shifted her arms so that she was resting on her elbows, allowing her to twine her fingers into his hair as they kissed. She jumped slightly, a bit surprised, when his hand fell to groping her posterior. She hadn't expected such a bold move from Mihael, but it was oddly thrilling, and she uttered a whimper of pleasure as her body began to shift restlessly against his. She knew the ecstasy that she could find with him.. but she just wasn't ready for that. It was so hard to ignore her body's urges, though. Maybe they could do things that weren't quite.. that. She wouldn't push it, though. She was obviously content to simply kiss him senseless, an activity that she threw herself into with a low growl of desire as their tongues tangled and fought playfully for dominance.
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Mihael Làidir
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 206
Age: 24
Physical Description: Mihael stands at a little less than average five foot ten. He has a narrow jaw, piercing blue eyes, straight nose, midset cheekbones, and powerful brow. His hair white hair is kept short and tends to stick up. He has the lean cord like muscle of a trained swordsmen.
Mihael is of mixed Katashiman and Albish blood. His father was a wondering Ronin who fell in love with a Albish noble woman.
Clothes and Equipment: As his base lair Mihael wears a white silk top, Over top of this he wears a chain link vest, and over that he wears a long blue coat. The coat is a modified version of the blue cloaks worn by the Avelius city guard.
His only weapon is the Yoru'Gin a silver steel Katana. It is the ancestral blade of his family on his fathers side. The folded steel weapon is enchanted for additional durability. The enchantments allow the normally brittle blade of a katana to trade blows with the more heavy weapons of the Alban knights without shattering. The silver used in it's creation also makes it effective against supernatural threats.
Registered: May 2, 2016 18:57:42 GMT -8
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Post by Mihael Làidir on May 21, 2016 15:15:19 GMT -8
So it was that Moon and Mihael spent a pleasant if rather frustrating evening in each others arms. Moon held back by her own insecurities made no move. Mihael held back by his naivety and honor also made no move. Still they kisses and caressed each other until sleep over came them. The following morning Mihael awoke slowly Moon still splayed across his chest. As had become their custom in the last few weeks he set about kissing his fiancee awake so they could start their day.
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on May 21, 2016 15:24:52 GMT -8
Moon came awake gradually, and smiled as she felt Mihael kissing her, tilting her head to nuzzle him with a soft, contented rumble. "Morning." He was given a soft kiss, and then she disentangled her limbs from his and rolled off of him, indulging in a full-body stretch. Then she clambered out of the tent and pulled on her boots, ready to get about their day. The sooner they found his king, the sooner they could go to Alban.. to what would be her new home. And then they could truly start their life together. For the first time, she was truly eager to help him succeed on his quest.
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Mihael Làidir
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 206
Age: 24
Physical Description: Mihael stands at a little less than average five foot ten. He has a narrow jaw, piercing blue eyes, straight nose, midset cheekbones, and powerful brow. His hair white hair is kept short and tends to stick up. He has the lean cord like muscle of a trained swordsmen.
Mihael is of mixed Katashiman and Albish blood. His father was a wondering Ronin who fell in love with a Albish noble woman.
Clothes and Equipment: As his base lair Mihael wears a white silk top, Over top of this he wears a chain link vest, and over that he wears a long blue coat. The coat is a modified version of the blue cloaks worn by the Avelius city guard.
His only weapon is the Yoru'Gin a silver steel Katana. It is the ancestral blade of his family on his fathers side. The folded steel weapon is enchanted for additional durability. The enchantments allow the normally brittle blade of a katana to trade blows with the more heavy weapons of the Alban knights without shattering. The silver used in it's creation also makes it effective against supernatural threats.
Registered: May 2, 2016 18:57:42 GMT -8
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Post by Mihael Làidir on May 21, 2016 16:19:32 GMT -8
Their morning routine went as it always did. Moon broke down the tent today and he prepared a hearty breakfast of left over venison, potato, and bread. Once that was done they set off to the next step in their journey, wherever that might be. On impluse as they began to walk Mihael take Moon's hand in his. It was a simple familiar gesture that made him feel very warm and fuzzy inside.
"I love you Moon."
<Exit to Saskatoon Mountain Village.>
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Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Jun 21, 2016 12:54:24 GMT -8
Iania stood just within the borders of the savannah, looking out upon the lands beyond. This was it. This marked the southern border of the Land-Tiller's Expanse. Her home for many years. And she was but a few steps away from leaving it for the first time. Possibly forever. Her wanderings had given her no comfort, no answers; she still couldn't accept that the Earthwarden had given Talis, of all people, a pendant. The most irresponsible, stubborn, oblivious, and hard-headed of them. Rather than Iania herself, who had always done everything she could to help, protect, and serve. No one appreciated her abilities, her talents, her motivation, her help.. her presence at all. What did she owe them? Why should she stay? Her expression firmed into one of determination as these thoughts sped through her mind. No one wanted her there. No one cared.
"Right. Time to move on." This was said firmly to herself as she took that final step and began to walk. She was done with the Land-Tillers and their Expanse. It was time for her to find where she truly belonged. And it definitely wasn't here.
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Talis Ragingstorm
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 128
Age: 112
Physical Description: Talis is roughly average height for an elf standing at just over five foot seven. He has a slim build, with lightly toned muscles thanks to years running in the forest. His hair is short and white as snow, his eyes a bright amber, and his features sharp and angular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Summoner gi, ritual knife.
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Registered: Apr 14, 2016 21:26:52 GMT -8
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Post by Talis Ragingstorm on Jun 21, 2016 13:09:02 GMT -8
"IANIA!"
A happy voice cries from her left, a direction that is completely opposite of where that voice should come from. It was Talis's voice of course and it should have been coming from the direction of their forest home, if it came at all. Instead the younger elf came practically, no literally flying from the direction that lead out of the plains.
Talis had been told thr travel ban was lifted and had stayed in the forest for all of fifteen minutes after finding out. He had returned a day later looking for Iania, eager to tell her about what he had seen. When he found out she was gone he immediately took off to look for her. He had gotten sidetracked and wondered far. Eventually he had remembered what he was doing and had summoned a wind spirit to help him search.
This spirit was what was letting him fly across the ground as he rushed in and tried to tackle the other elf. Of course the tackle would just be a prelude to a hug. The excitable elf was very happy to see his friend after all. Also he was excited that she was doing something interesting. He had thought she'd be boring and stay in the forest or something.
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Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Jun 21, 2016 13:24:35 GMT -8
Iania's eyes widened in a combination of dismay and disbelief as she heard that voice. Talis? What was he doing here?! She whirled around to look for the white-haired nuisance, only to find herself being tackled onto the ground and drawn into a hug by the summoner. She was too stunned to react, at first, but then she sputtered angrily and began pushing at him, trying to get him to let her go so she could stand up.
"Talis, what in the name of trees are you doing here? And why are you hugging me?" She sounded just as irritated as she felt, and should he look up, he'd see an expression of open annoyance on her face. Just when she'd thought she was free of him, and the rest of those ungrateful Elves and Sodalites, here he was. Following her. Tackling her. Hugging her. Why couldn't she just be left alone?
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Talis Ragingstorm
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 128
Age: 112
Physical Description: Talis is roughly average height for an elf standing at just over five foot seven. He has a slim build, with lightly toned muscles thanks to years running in the forest. His hair is short and white as snow, his eyes a bright amber, and his features sharp and angular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Summoner gi, ritual knife.
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Registered: Apr 14, 2016 21:26:52 GMT -8
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Post by Talis Ragingstorm on Jun 21, 2016 13:33:45 GMT -8
Talis grins at her as he bounces back to his feet. He of course, is completely unfazed by her annoyance with him. So far as he could tell Iania was always annoyed about something, even if that something is usually him. He waves his hand and the wind spirit coils around him, he thanks it and the storm wind takes off. He then turns his attention to Iania.
"The answer to both those questions is the same! I missed you! You disappeared and no one knew where you went, so I came to find you! I only got distracted three times!"
The excitable elf bounces up and down on his heels. Clearly thrilled to have succeeded in his task with such a small number of detours. He is grinning, happy, and filled with his usual energy.
"Where are you going? Can I come with you? Oh are we exploring! Can we go to Isra! Or Gauldin! Oh, oh, oh can we got to Camilla Island! I heard there are beaches and warm water there! Let's go there Iania!"
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Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Jun 21, 2016 13:42:20 GMT -8
Pushing herself to her feet when Talis got off of her, Iania cast him a dark look as he began babbling. She didn't know why he was under the impression that they were friends - she'd always tolerated him, at best, even as she did her best to protect him, which had been her self-proclaimed duty. And what had it gotten her? Nothing. Nothing but being followed around by an irritating guy who couldn't get it through his skull that she couldn't stand him. A little voice in her head piped up as she dusted grass off of her body, reminding her of when she was just a little girl: Her parents and Talis' parents had both expressed a desire that they would one day get married.. and a young, naive Iania had fervently hoped that it would come to pass, because of the feelings she harbored for him. In the present, she squashed that memory. A young girl's feelings had no place here.
"We? `We` are not going anywhere, Talis. I am going anywhere that's not here - and anywhere that's away from you." The words were spoken flatly, although her heart gave a painful pang of protest, which she summarily ignored as she turned away and resumed walking.
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Talis Ragingstorm
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 128
Age: 112
Physical Description: Talis is roughly average height for an elf standing at just over five foot seven. He has a slim build, with lightly toned muscles thanks to years running in the forest. His hair is short and white as snow, his eyes a bright amber, and his features sharp and angular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Summoner gi, ritual knife.
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Registered: Apr 14, 2016 21:26:52 GMT -8
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Post by Talis Ragingstorm on Jun 21, 2016 13:48:57 GMT -8
Talis as always seems utterly unfazed by Iania's attack. She had often said mean things to him, but they were just words. She always helped and protected him and that was what mattered to Talis. She begins to walk and he falls into step beside her.
"Don't be silly! Of course we are going together, we are friends! Traveling is supposed to be more fun with friends!"
There it was Talis logic or rather lack of logic. If Iania truly wanted him to not follow her, she'd have to do something fairly drastic. The summoner had made up his mind and that was that so far as he was concerned.
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Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Jun 21, 2016 13:55:11 GMT -8
Iania came to a stop when Talis started walking beside her, and she whirled around and planted her hands against his shoulders, then put all of her strength and weight into a shove. If he didn't fall over, she'd move in and shove him again. And she'd keep shoving him as she started yelling.
"I am not your friend! Don't you get it? I hate this place! I hate everyone here! I hate the Elders, and the tribe, and Intaja, and you! I just want to go somewhere that no one knows me, or where I'm from, or who my people are, and who will care about me because of who I am! I refuse to be stuck here any longer, chained in this hellhole with people who take me for granted, and who don't give a damn about me!" As she screamed these words at him, tears began to tumble down her face, and she turned away from him and began running as fast as she could, heaving sobbing breaths that were only more belabored due to her exertion. Talis was the only one who had ever been able to make her cry. She was done.
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