Vaelar Black
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114 
Age: 35
Physical Description: Vaelar is a massively tall man, standing at a height of six and a quarter feet and possessing a powerful build. He has flowing, well-kept hair of snow white, reaching down past his shoulders, and eyes of a deep violet. He has a youthful face and a strong, well-cut jawline, usually covered with a dusting of stubble. Overall, his appearance is much more youthful than his actual age, and his energy and charisma has not dissipated over the years of his being a sellsword.
Clothes and Equipment: ===================================================
Outside of battle, Vaelar wears simple and comfortable, yet elegant clothing. His indigo tunic is made of cave spider silk, breathable and flowing, and purposefully baggy so as to show off a hint of his muscular build. He usually wears a set of dark brown leather trousers to go along with it, completing the ensemble with a pair of well-built leather boots.
In battle he wears a set of heavy full plate, the metal of which has been stained black with red trim, an imposing depiction of a red dragon painted across the chest. Normally he wears no helmet, preferring as wide a range of view as possible. As for weaponry, he normally wields a well-made bastard sword handed down his bloodline named "Nightrend", paired with a steel kite shield, although the shield can be abandoned and the bastard sword wielded with two hands. On his belt he generally carries a complement of several different throwable substances, from gaseous potions to napatha to a vial of an unknown, viscous substance which traps his enemy in a thick, sticky black slime, simultaneously slowing their actions and compromising armour strength with its acidity.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 7:53:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vaelar Black on Apr 18, 2016 13:16:48 GMT -8
 Deep within the snow-capped mountain ranges of Gauldin lies this beautiful mountain pass. A serene and nearly undisturbed location, it holds little strategic value and is nearly devoid of useful resources save timber, and so has been ignored by the Gauldish government for the most part. As such, there are no settlements, only the occasional trapper or hiker travelling through the area. Sturdy black oak bridges have been built along gaps between narrow footpaths overlooking the great river that flows out into the sea beyond, giving a glorious view of the range's natural beauty. No one knows who carved the paths or built the bridges, seemingly done by machinations beyond current understanding given their timeless sturdiness. The paths have been here for eons, and yet the bridges never decay, the paths never erode. Truly a mystery for the ages. Manticores, wild Pegasi, sprites, wisps, and all manner of other naturally magical beasts travel these paths, making it slightly more dangerous than it at first appears, yet also more mysterious and beautiful than one could possibly imagine. At night, the firmament is clear and filled with streaking rivers of twinkling starlight, passing slowly overhead as they continue their drift toward the horizon. The great river below mirrors its skyward cousins, twinkling with a mysterious light. None have ever been able to explain the sparkling cyan lights that flit back and fourth within the pure river water, making it all the more magically stunning. In the highest reaches of the mountain overlooking the river there lies a hot spring which legends describe as magical. Allegedly, it is guarded by a great, ancient, undying beast who prevents all but the most pure of heart from entering, lest they meat fates at its deadly claws. The spring is said to grant eternal life and prosperity, its waters imbued with an ancient and forgotten pre-Cataclysmic magic. All in all, this is a haven for the magical and mysterious, and most who venture here come back awed by the experience...or not at all. |
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Vaelar Black
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 35
Physical Description: Vaelar is a massively tall man, standing at a height of six and a quarter feet and possessing a powerful build. He has flowing, well-kept hair of snow white, reaching down past his shoulders, and eyes of a deep violet. He has a youthful face and a strong, well-cut jawline, usually covered with a dusting of stubble. Overall, his appearance is much more youthful than his actual age, and his energy and charisma has not dissipated over the years of his being a sellsword.
Clothes and Equipment: ===================================================
Outside of battle, Vaelar wears simple and comfortable, yet elegant clothing. His indigo tunic is made of cave spider silk, breathable and flowing, and purposefully baggy so as to show off a hint of his muscular build. He usually wears a set of dark brown leather trousers to go along with it, completing the ensemble with a pair of well-built leather boots.
In battle he wears a set of heavy full plate, the metal of which has been stained black with red trim, an imposing depiction of a red dragon painted across the chest. Normally he wears no helmet, preferring as wide a range of view as possible. As for weaponry, he normally wields a well-made bastard sword handed down his bloodline named "Nightrend", paired with a steel kite shield, although the shield can be abandoned and the bastard sword wielded with two hands. On his belt he generally carries a complement of several different throwable substances, from gaseous potions to napatha to a vial of an unknown, viscous substance which traps his enemy in a thick, sticky black slime, simultaneously slowing their actions and compromising armour strength with its acidity.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 7:53:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vaelar Black on Apr 18, 2016 13:30:03 GMT -8
Having taken the six month journey by boat into Gauldin to negotiate a particularly important pact with its leadership, Vaelar finds himself weary of discussion and debate. He figures it's time to spend some quality time with his lovely object of affection and significant other, Jun of the Celadine , and as such makes plans to take her to the deepest, most secluded wilderness of Gauldin's beautiful mountain ranges for a nice picnic, perhaps a night or two under the stars...though not much sleeping is likely to happen. It feels as if it's been weeks since Vaelar has gotten any time away from business, so he's going to make the most of this trip with his love. Packing supplies and shelter allowing for a week of survival in the untamed wilds is a quick enough process, and Vaelar sets off for the Faeriefall Mountain Pass upon his destrier, Jun sat before him upon his lap and Blackbean perched upon the horse's haunches. A light, compact wagon is pulled by the war horse behind the trio, filled with supplies. The horse trots along a path along the edge of the mountain, carved into the stone by unknown forces, smooth and clearly unnatural. Below lies a great expanse of forest, bacjed by a great snowcapped mountain, a wide river flowing between the two natural features. It would be a long way down if they were to fall, but the view is gorgeous, only enhanced by the pure azure sky and brightly shining sun. Despite the narrowness of the clifftop path they're currently traveling on, Vaelar seems unconcerned, his focus entirely on the adorable woman in his lap. "Mm, a lovely day, is it not?" he asks, wrapping his arms about her midsection as he drops the reins and lets the horse find its own path. He squeezes her tight to him, placing a light kiss upon the top of her head as she's squeezed into his hard, muscular body, her head upon his bare chest. He decided to go mostly natural, forgoing a tunic or boots in favour of simply wearing a pair of roughspun trousers to make himself mostly decent. Despite the chilly mountain breeze, he seems unbothered, and his body emanates enough warmth for the both of them. |
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410 
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Apr 18, 2016 19:35:49 GMT -8
Jun's body felt like a warm loaf of bread in Vaelar's arms. In stark contrast to all the stress caused by the world's happenings, today Jun felt like she was in paradise, a bubble of frozen time where everything was perfect. She was wearing a black silk blouse with an attached pink collar, and a floral pattern running down her left breast. She was also wearing black silk trousers which didn't quite make it to her ankles, and simple brown sandals. The silks were a gift from her time spent with Camilla. She was quite broke otherwise.
The texture of her clothing made 90% of her body quite huggable.
Vaelar would find that her hair had an natural musk, a mix of fresh earth and roses. She washed her hair (along with her whole body), but her natural pheromones would still fill his nostrils.
"It's wonderful." She said with the brightest of smiles. "I've missed you so much. If only you knew." She leaned into Vaelar's embrace and rubbed his knees with her right hand. "This place, it reminds me of home! I didn't know you were such a nature boy!"
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Vaelar Black
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 35
Physical Description: Vaelar is a massively tall man, standing at a height of six and a quarter feet and possessing a powerful build. He has flowing, well-kept hair of snow white, reaching down past his shoulders, and eyes of a deep violet. He has a youthful face and a strong, well-cut jawline, usually covered with a dusting of stubble. Overall, his appearance is much more youthful than his actual age, and his energy and charisma has not dissipated over the years of his being a sellsword.
Clothes and Equipment: ===================================================
Outside of battle, Vaelar wears simple and comfortable, yet elegant clothing. His indigo tunic is made of cave spider silk, breathable and flowing, and purposefully baggy so as to show off a hint of his muscular build. He usually wears a set of dark brown leather trousers to go along with it, completing the ensemble with a pair of well-built leather boots.
In battle he wears a set of heavy full plate, the metal of which has been stained black with red trim, an imposing depiction of a red dragon painted across the chest. Normally he wears no helmet, preferring as wide a range of view as possible. As for weaponry, he normally wields a well-made bastard sword handed down his bloodline named "Nightrend", paired with a steel kite shield, although the shield can be abandoned and the bastard sword wielded with two hands. On his belt he generally carries a complement of several different throwable substances, from gaseous potions to napatha to a vial of an unknown, viscous substance which traps his enemy in a thick, sticky black slime, simultaneously slowing their actions and compromising armour strength with its acidity.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 7:53:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vaelar Black on Apr 18, 2016 20:12:17 GMT -8
Vaelar grins against Jun's hair, breathing in its natural aphrodisiac qualities with a contented sigh. That, combined with the softness of her silk-encompassed body is enough to begin the slow rise of warm arousal in his groin, but he quickly supresses it. There will be plenty of time for that, later. Good things come with time.
He nods as he rests his chin upon her head, saying in those deep, elegant tones of his, "Oh, indeed. There is no greater beauty than that of nature...well, perhaps there is one greater beauty."
He smirks playfully and gives Jun's behind a quick pinch, before his hand returns to her midsection, drifting slowly over her toned abdomen. What a perfect woman he's been graced with.
"I missed you too, my sweet," he says, his voice more serious and loving.
Eventually, they arrive at a grassy plateau overlooking the river, a natural outcropping that looks perfect for settling down upon. He trots his horse over and reins him in to a stop, taking Jun up in his arms in a princess carry as he hops off the destrier. He presses his nose to Jun's, giving her adorable little Eskimo kisses as he carries her over to a particularly soft-looking patch of grass with a lovely view of the river below, its glorious blue waters shimmering in the afternoon sun. With one hand, Vaelar whips out a large, checkered quilt from his pack and lays it out before him, tenderly placing Jun down upon its soft material with his other arm, demonstrating extreme balance and deftness.
"Wait here a moment, my dear," he says with a slight grin before turning about and dashing over to the cart. After a few moments of rummaging, he returns with a wicker basket full of foodstuffs, from soft rye bread baked only a few hours ago, roasted quail still warm to the touch, a full honeyed ham, and two blackened chicken breasts. Beneath it all sits a magically cooled bottle of Medanese Gold, an extraordinarily rare vintage given the lack of goods leaving Medan, and unopened at that. Beside it, two crystal glasses have been placed delicately under a set of thick cloths, cushioning them for travel.
Vaelar places the basket down in the centre of the quilt and sits down beside Jun, placing a hand comfortably upon her thigh as he peels back the cloth covering the foodstuffs.
"Hungry, sweetling?" he asks, smiling over at her.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Apr 18, 2016 21:35:14 GMT -8
Jun giggled at Vaelar's every every little gesture. Even though he was older than her, in many ways he seemed like a child, eager to please. It never really occurred to her, but how often did mercenaries get to bond with women? Really bond with them? Short romantic trysts were fun, but did they afford a feeling of safety, a feeling of welcoming and acceptance? That was the true essence of love. And deep down inside Jun hoped with all her heart that she could give that to him. Jun was mesmerized by all the food, from the expensive wine to the freshly baked bread and ham. She couldn't believe he had cooked it all himself! She was practically rendered teary-eyed by the effort. "While you set up the food, let me contribute!" She gets up from the carefully laid quilt and walks over to face the river. She places her hands together in prayer. A gentle breeze would toss her shoulder-length hair about slightly and send waves through her clothes as she took several deep breaths. "Bel, nahl kun..." She'd whisper. Little points of light would appear all about their camp. Even under the bright sun they'd be as visible as fireflies in the night. "Bel, nahl kun, bel, nahl kun..." She'd continue to chant in a soft whisper. Then the flowers would appear.  These flowers were made of pure holy energy. With every breeze they would resonate and create a relaxing sound, like wind-chimes. Like a giddy little school girl, Jun would run up to Vaelar as soon as she finished her spell. "You like it? I practiced for hours until I could get it right, just for times like this!" If allowed she'd reach up and put her arms around his neck and allow her to see her bright, happy eyes and smile up close. |
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Vaelar Black
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 35
Physical Description: Vaelar is a massively tall man, standing at a height of six and a quarter feet and possessing a powerful build. He has flowing, well-kept hair of snow white, reaching down past his shoulders, and eyes of a deep violet. He has a youthful face and a strong, well-cut jawline, usually covered with a dusting of stubble. Overall, his appearance is much more youthful than his actual age, and his energy and charisma has not dissipated over the years of his being a sellsword.
Clothes and Equipment: ===================================================
Outside of battle, Vaelar wears simple and comfortable, yet elegant clothing. His indigo tunic is made of cave spider silk, breathable and flowing, and purposefully baggy so as to show off a hint of his muscular build. He usually wears a set of dark brown leather trousers to go along with it, completing the ensemble with a pair of well-built leather boots.
In battle he wears a set of heavy full plate, the metal of which has been stained black with red trim, an imposing depiction of a red dragon painted across the chest. Normally he wears no helmet, preferring as wide a range of view as possible. As for weaponry, he normally wields a well-made bastard sword handed down his bloodline named "Nightrend", paired with a steel kite shield, although the shield can be abandoned and the bastard sword wielded with two hands. On his belt he generally carries a complement of several different throwable substances, from gaseous potions to napatha to a vial of an unknown, viscous substance which traps his enemy in a thick, sticky black slime, simultaneously slowing their actions and compromising armour strength with its acidity.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 7:53:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vaelar Black on Apr 18, 2016 21:58:42 GMT -8
Vaelar stands with his arms crossed as the little pinpoints of light blossom into beautiful flowers all around them, a light grin upon his face as they hang in the air there, tinkling in the wind. When Jun runs up to him, he uncrosses his arms and wraps them about Jun's waist, smiling just as brightly down at her.
"My dear, they are absolutely beautiful. Your work truly has paid off; I could never think of creating something so...wondrous," he says, before leaning down to press a long, passionate kiss to her lips. His own eyes are filled with adoration as he pulls back, his grin touched by peaceful contentment.
He sits down and beckons for Jun to do the same, before pullingthe food and utensils from the basket and arranging them in front of the pair. A veritable feast it is, and Vaelar stands to bow dramatically.
"As they say in this country, bon apetite," he says, his accent surprisingly good for only having been in the country a few weeks.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Apr 18, 2016 22:37:31 GMT -8
Jun caresses Vaelar's hair with her hands, pressing her lips into his, the soft silk of her blouse sliding against his muscular chest.
"Anyone can create wondrous things Vaelar. Life is designed for wondrous things."
As she sits down, she begins to dig into all the delicious food. Although she knows the basics like keeping her mouth closed while chewing and using napkins, she's not quite a classy eater. She has no qualms about tearing off bits of quail and eating the chicken with her bare hands, and combining various items with the bread to form improvised sandwiches. But at the very least her appetite would be a due compliment for the chef!
"I love this place! How did you find out about it?"
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Vaelar Black
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 35
Physical Description: Vaelar is a massively tall man, standing at a height of six and a quarter feet and possessing a powerful build. He has flowing, well-kept hair of snow white, reaching down past his shoulders, and eyes of a deep violet. He has a youthful face and a strong, well-cut jawline, usually covered with a dusting of stubble. Overall, his appearance is much more youthful than his actual age, and his energy and charisma has not dissipated over the years of his being a sellsword.
Clothes and Equipment: ===================================================
Outside of battle, Vaelar wears simple and comfortable, yet elegant clothing. His indigo tunic is made of cave spider silk, breathable and flowing, and purposefully baggy so as to show off a hint of his muscular build. He usually wears a set of dark brown leather trousers to go along with it, completing the ensemble with a pair of well-built leather boots.
In battle he wears a set of heavy full plate, the metal of which has been stained black with red trim, an imposing depiction of a red dragon painted across the chest. Normally he wears no helmet, preferring as wide a range of view as possible. As for weaponry, he normally wields a well-made bastard sword handed down his bloodline named "Nightrend", paired with a steel kite shield, although the shield can be abandoned and the bastard sword wielded with two hands. On his belt he generally carries a complement of several different throwable substances, from gaseous potions to napatha to a vial of an unknown, viscous substance which traps his enemy in a thick, sticky black slime, simultaneously slowing their actions and compromising armour strength with its acidity.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 7:53:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vaelar Black on Apr 20, 2016 21:56:30 GMT -8
"Ah, my sweet, I am afraid my only creative talent comes in the form of culinary skill. Other than that, the only way I can make this world a more beautiful place is by eliminating those things that make it ugly," responds Vaelar, sitting down beside her and watching her eat with a bemused, yet loving expression as she scarfs down his carefully-made food. As she eats, he pours her a glass of wine, sliding it over to her before preparing a glass of his own. He sips at it slowly, more focused upon his lover than the foot sitting before him, only taking small bites.
"I found out about this place through one of my scouts. A Knight-errant squire who stumbled upon it while scouting out the country for possible business. Of course I read the report when I heard of its beauty; I had just met a beautiful brown-eyed sorceress lass who I thought might enjoy it," he answers with a grin, "and it brings me great joy that I was right. I am truly glad to have you here with me, sweet Jun."
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Apr 20, 2016 23:51:49 GMT -8
Jun blushed and started playing with her hair. "You compliment me way too much... Though I'll admit, I hope you never stop." She takes the wine glass and gently taps it against Vaelar's glass. Of course, she would only take the smallest sips at a time out of politeness. Alcohol didn't agree with her as much as food.
"The world is better with people who are different. I could never do quite what you do. And even if I did I wouldn't look as good doing it." She winked.
The Medanese gold wine label caught her attention. She sighed. Feeling the need to be closer to Vaelar for comfort, she got up and re-seated herself so she could be right next to Vaelar. Leaning on his shoulder, she said, "To the spirit of old Medan." She again tapped her glass against his for a toast.
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Vaelar Black
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 35
Physical Description: Vaelar is a massively tall man, standing at a height of six and a quarter feet and possessing a powerful build. He has flowing, well-kept hair of snow white, reaching down past his shoulders, and eyes of a deep violet. He has a youthful face and a strong, well-cut jawline, usually covered with a dusting of stubble. Overall, his appearance is much more youthful than his actual age, and his energy and charisma has not dissipated over the years of his being a sellsword.
Clothes and Equipment: ===================================================
Outside of battle, Vaelar wears simple and comfortable, yet elegant clothing. His indigo tunic is made of cave spider silk, breathable and flowing, and purposefully baggy so as to show off a hint of his muscular build. He usually wears a set of dark brown leather trousers to go along with it, completing the ensemble with a pair of well-built leather boots.
In battle he wears a set of heavy full plate, the metal of which has been stained black with red trim, an imposing depiction of a red dragon painted across the chest. Normally he wears no helmet, preferring as wide a range of view as possible. As for weaponry, he normally wields a well-made bastard sword handed down his bloodline named "Nightrend", paired with a steel kite shield, although the shield can be abandoned and the bastard sword wielded with two hands. On his belt he generally carries a complement of several different throwable substances, from gaseous potions to napatha to a vial of an unknown, viscous substance which traps his enemy in a thick, sticky black slime, simultaneously slowing their actions and compromising armour strength with its acidity.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 7:53:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vaelar Black on Apr 21, 2016 0:26:09 GMT -8
The mercenary general laughs at her statement.
"I think you'd look better than me in fulfilling whatever goal you might pursue," he retorts, matter-of-factly, "as I don't have quite the...assets that you do, my dear."
Vaelar wraps his arm around Jun's shoulders when she plants herself beside him and pulls her tight to him, clinking his crystal glass against hers and nodding with a wistful sigh.
"To my homeland. May she one day be restored to her former glory," he says woefully, before taking a long sip. He sets his empty glass down, then, and turns to Jun, lifting her chin. Spontaneously, he presses his lips to her own, wrapping her up in a long, deep kiss. What spurred such a passionate action is unclear; perhaps he is simply doing it to forget his sorrows, or something to that effect.
Whatever the case, his lips pressed to hers speak of deep caring, his embrace growing tighter, as if he never wants to release her. He sighs through his nose against Jun, his hot breath washing over her soft flesh. The kiss seems to go on for an eternity, but eventually he pulls back, placing his forehead to Jun's, his snow white hair cascading about the faces of the pair, veiling them from the rest of the world.
"Thank you for being with me, Jun. I never got to properly express my gratitude for your affection," he says, his voice lacking its usual mischievous, jesting lilt in favour of a more serious, heartfelt tone. Those violet eyes of his are soft, yet piercing, locked upon Jun's as if searching her soul, filled with passion.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Apr 21, 2016 13:03:02 GMT -8
She reciprocates the kiss, her thin hands reaching around his neck, her chest rising as her body demands more oxygen.
At the end of his little speech, she says, "You're so cute even when you're serious... I'm glad you're with me too. Traveling is hard, going on adventures is hard... It's nice to have more places and people to call home. I hope I can help you feel at home sometimes." At first she can't quite meet his gaze, but as soon as she's done speaking, she makes eye contact and goes in for yet another extended kiss, her relatively petite frame reaching around him, a kiss of true love, not just lust.
When they part again, she says, with longing eyes... "One day I wanna save the world with you, together." Suddenly she snorts and shuts her eyes and grins. "I can't believe I just said that."
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Vaelar Black
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 35
Physical Description: Vaelar is a massively tall man, standing at a height of six and a quarter feet and possessing a powerful build. He has flowing, well-kept hair of snow white, reaching down past his shoulders, and eyes of a deep violet. He has a youthful face and a strong, well-cut jawline, usually covered with a dusting of stubble. Overall, his appearance is much more youthful than his actual age, and his energy and charisma has not dissipated over the years of his being a sellsword.
Clothes and Equipment: ===================================================
Outside of battle, Vaelar wears simple and comfortable, yet elegant clothing. His indigo tunic is made of cave spider silk, breathable and flowing, and purposefully baggy so as to show off a hint of his muscular build. He usually wears a set of dark brown leather trousers to go along with it, completing the ensemble with a pair of well-built leather boots.
In battle he wears a set of heavy full plate, the metal of which has been stained black with red trim, an imposing depiction of a red dragon painted across the chest. Normally he wears no helmet, preferring as wide a range of view as possible. As for weaponry, he normally wields a well-made bastard sword handed down his bloodline named "Nightrend", paired with a steel kite shield, although the shield can be abandoned and the bastard sword wielded with two hands. On his belt he generally carries a complement of several different throwable substances, from gaseous potions to napatha to a vial of an unknown, viscous substance which traps his enemy in a thick, sticky black slime, simultaneously slowing their actions and compromising armour strength with its acidity.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 7:53:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vaelar Black on May 1, 2016 9:09:17 GMT -8
Vaelar matches each kiss with passion and grace, pressing Jun's form into his own as if he wants to meld with her, reveling in the extreme closeness of her body to his. He soaks up her warmth with a soft sigh, and smiles down at her when their lips part, a hand moving up to run through her hair tenderly.
He grins widely at her confession, caressing her cheek with a gentle touch and pressing his forehead to her own.
"I would love to, my sweet," he says with a light chuckle, "though I'm sure you would do most of the saving."
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on May 1, 2016 20:43:50 GMT -8
Jun felt oddly pleased with herself. Her expression became a sly smile and she raised herself up against Vaelar, leaned her forearms onto his shoulders, and pushed him down onto the grass with her on top.
"So... remind me again, how did you get to be such a badass?" She asked with bright playful eyes.
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Vaelar Black
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 35
Physical Description: Vaelar is a massively tall man, standing at a height of six and a quarter feet and possessing a powerful build. He has flowing, well-kept hair of snow white, reaching down past his shoulders, and eyes of a deep violet. He has a youthful face and a strong, well-cut jawline, usually covered with a dusting of stubble. Overall, his appearance is much more youthful than his actual age, and his energy and charisma has not dissipated over the years of his being a sellsword.
Clothes and Equipment: ===================================================
Outside of battle, Vaelar wears simple and comfortable, yet elegant clothing. His indigo tunic is made of cave spider silk, breathable and flowing, and purposefully baggy so as to show off a hint of his muscular build. He usually wears a set of dark brown leather trousers to go along with it, completing the ensemble with a pair of well-built leather boots.
In battle he wears a set of heavy full plate, the metal of which has been stained black with red trim, an imposing depiction of a red dragon painted across the chest. Normally he wears no helmet, preferring as wide a range of view as possible. As for weaponry, he normally wields a well-made bastard sword handed down his bloodline named "Nightrend", paired with a steel kite shield, although the shield can be abandoned and the bastard sword wielded with two hands. On his belt he generally carries a complement of several different throwable substances, from gaseous potions to napatha to a vial of an unknown, viscous substance which traps his enemy in a thick, sticky black slime, simultaneously slowing their actions and compromising armour strength with its acidity.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 7:53:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vaelar Black on May 20, 2016 9:27:37 GMT -8
"Oh, you flatter me, my sweet. I suppose I was simply born as such," he responds with a small smirk. It's clear, however, that the answer to her question is not the primary thought in his mind, as his eyes begin to drift slowly up and down his lover's sleek, slim body, drinking in her figure with hungry eyes. A light clinking emanates from his hip as he pulls something shiny from his trouser pocket. Suddenly, Jun will feel her magic being sapped as cold metal wraps about each of her wrists.
"An equalizing force," explains Vaelar, gesturing down to the mithril antimagic cuffs glowing with Dwarven runes, forcing her to use her physical strength if she wishes to dominate him like the last time.
"Now, I think it's about time we truly took advantage of our secluded position," he says with a grin, wrapping his hand about the back of her head and pulling her down into a long, passionate, and slightly rough kiss. She may have dominated the game last time, but this time he'll show her just how powerful he can be...
[Fade to black]
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on May 21, 2016 10:17:42 GMT -8
The magical flowers gently faded away as the runic cuffs did their work. At first Jun seemed a little frightened, but after a moment warmed up to the idea of being cuffed by Vaelar.
She extended her arms out over his head and pushed into the kiss. She was careful to make sure the cuffs didn't get caught on his air. She wasn't regretting the silk garbs in the slightest. It was nice feeling, for lack of a better phrase, everything that was happening underneath her.
"I should warn you, I bite..." She said with a sly susuruss.
(Face to black)
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on May 24, 2016 21:51:49 GMT -8
"Bububu... buh." Jun rested her now soaking wet hair against the grass and stared up into the sky. "Buh."
When she was done catching her breath, she looked longingly at Vaelar. "You... are... SO MINE next time." She grinned and her head rested back onto the grass. "Uh, can you take these off me so I can um... you know... not pregnant myself?"
Assuming Vaelar, Jun would stumble up (she was understandably a tad sore) and, after asking Vaelar to turn around, take care of herself with a water spell. Then she'd get dressed again. Then she looked longingly at the grass.
"Is it too late for us to go back and.. cuddle?"
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Vaelar Black
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 35
Physical Description: Vaelar is a massively tall man, standing at a height of six and a quarter feet and possessing a powerful build. He has flowing, well-kept hair of snow white, reaching down past his shoulders, and eyes of a deep violet. He has a youthful face and a strong, well-cut jawline, usually covered with a dusting of stubble. Overall, his appearance is much more youthful than his actual age, and his energy and charisma has not dissipated over the years of his being a sellsword.
Clothes and Equipment: ===================================================
Outside of battle, Vaelar wears simple and comfortable, yet elegant clothing. His indigo tunic is made of cave spider silk, breathable and flowing, and purposefully baggy so as to show off a hint of his muscular build. He usually wears a set of dark brown leather trousers to go along with it, completing the ensemble with a pair of well-built leather boots.
In battle he wears a set of heavy full plate, the metal of which has been stained black with red trim, an imposing depiction of a red dragon painted across the chest. Normally he wears no helmet, preferring as wide a range of view as possible. As for weaponry, he normally wields a well-made bastard sword handed down his bloodline named "Nightrend", paired with a steel kite shield, although the shield can be abandoned and the bastard sword wielded with two hands. On his belt he generally carries a complement of several different throwable substances, from gaseous potions to napatha to a vial of an unknown, viscous substance which traps his enemy in a thick, sticky black slime, simultaneously slowing their actions and compromising armour strength with its acidity.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 7:53:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vaelar Black on May 24, 2016 21:53:43 GMT -8
"We shall see," replies Vaelar with a wide grin whilst he undoes the cuffs. They'd worked their magic -- or anti-magic -- perfectly, allowing him to dominate Jun easily given his greater strength. He'd have to keep these around more often. He slips that particular pair into his trouser pocket again and releases Jun, standing himself, a bit wobbly after the high exertion.
Vaelar does as he's asked and turns about, pulling his trousers back on despite still smelling like sweat and sex. He could bathe later, right now he's not extraordinarily worried about smelling like he's just fucked given that the pair are the only people around.
When Jun poses her question, Vaelar turns back around and grins down at her, a loving sparkle in his eye.
"Too late to cuddle with my stunningly sensual sorceress? Never," replies the man with a grin, sweeping Jun up off her feet and carrying her over to the grassy patch they'd rolled away from, setting her down gently and slipping in beside her. He strokes her hair tenderly and sighs contentedly, basking in the haze of the post-coital afterglow.
"Jun...I am not sure if I have told you this before. In fact, I am not sure I knew before now, but...I love you," says Vaelar, his tonal register dropping a bit as his voice becomes serious, his face unusually solemn yet extremely adoring as he looks down into his lover's eyes.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on May 24, 2016 22:04:59 GMT -8
Jun looks like she's about to respond immediately, but just before she does, she gets a mischievous grin. "Hmm... Let me think about that for a second..."
A second goes by, then two, then three. Vaelar wouldn't notice the mana building in the air...
A giant glob of water came crashing down on the couple. She figured now was as good a time as any to bathe.
As he was recovering from the shock, Jun immediately darted in and kissed him right on the mouth.
"I love you too."
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Vaelar Black
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 114
Age: 35
Physical Description: Vaelar is a massively tall man, standing at a height of six and a quarter feet and possessing a powerful build. He has flowing, well-kept hair of snow white, reaching down past his shoulders, and eyes of a deep violet. He has a youthful face and a strong, well-cut jawline, usually covered with a dusting of stubble. Overall, his appearance is much more youthful than his actual age, and his energy and charisma has not dissipated over the years of his being a sellsword.
Clothes and Equipment: ===================================================
Outside of battle, Vaelar wears simple and comfortable, yet elegant clothing. His indigo tunic is made of cave spider silk, breathable and flowing, and purposefully baggy so as to show off a hint of his muscular build. He usually wears a set of dark brown leather trousers to go along with it, completing the ensemble with a pair of well-built leather boots.
In battle he wears a set of heavy full plate, the metal of which has been stained black with red trim, an imposing depiction of a red dragon painted across the chest. Normally he wears no helmet, preferring as wide a range of view as possible. As for weaponry, he normally wields a well-made bastard sword handed down his bloodline named "Nightrend", paired with a steel kite shield, although the shield can be abandoned and the bastard sword wielded with two hands. On his belt he generally carries a complement of several different throwable substances, from gaseous potions to napatha to a vial of an unknown, viscous substance which traps his enemy in a thick, sticky black slime, simultaneously slowing their actions and compromising armour strength with its acidity.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 7:53:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vaelar Black on Jun 4, 2016 19:07:57 GMT -8
"Gah!" cries Vaelar in alarm as he's suddenly doused, though he's quickly cut off by Jun's lips pressed to his own. He bites her bottom lip and gives her a light swat on the behind as she parts from him, though his lips are turned up in a grin despite the strands of long blonde hair covering his face now.
"You little trickster woman. I'll have to punish you some more later!" he declares, pulling her close to him with a hand upon her thigh, his other resting on the grass below him.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Jun 5, 2016 12:13:52 GMT -8
"Hmph, bring it on!" Jun starts to struggle playful against Vaelar's grip, making soft little wining noises and giggling. "You muscle-headed goof. It's my turn remember." She grinned and played with Vaelar's hair.
Then she yawned. "I'm kinda sleepy. I kinda wanna take a little nap, and this weather is so beautiful." She seemed completely undaunted by the wet clothes they were in, content to let the sun dry them off. Now that she was wet, the outline of her body was... embarrassingly visible. But considering Vaelar had already seen everything (several times), she didn't really care.
"What do you wanna do after this?"
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