Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380 
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Sept 10, 2016 11:23:52 GMT -8
As if on cue, Len appeared, popping into existence thanks to the magic applied to the coin. She was wearing a lovely blue dress, and her hair was pinned up and back and decorated with a white flower, and she wore a pair of sensible sandals. She looked around, surprised to find herself there alone.. well, aside from Zaræn, who was sitting on the couch looking like he'd been told he couldn't have a cookie from the cookie jar. Pointed ears twitching, she moved over to where he sat and gave him an uncertain smile.
"Zaræn? Is everything alright? You look.. bored."
 (Len's dress.)
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290 
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Sept 12, 2016 17:00:34 GMT -8
Lord Soult popped in moments later, dressed in a black and white Carmellan shirt, immaculately pressed with a pair of light grey trousers and black shoes to match. He quickly sidled up next to Len and wrapped an arm around her waist, kissing her lightly on the cheek. The coin thing was a nifty trick, and he would have to learn how exactly that worked. He could use a couple of those to get out of various meetings.
"I must agree with Len, Zaraen, you have the same expression as a child who has been told no more ice cream today, are you nervous?"
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Sept 14, 2016 17:35:06 GMT -8
Morrigan heard the voices of Eleniel and Nicolas outside the door and smiled. Flicking her fingers, she summoned a trio of crystals, which she then tossed in various directions - One at the mirror in front of her, and one off to either side which shattered on the floor in a puff of silvery dust. Her voice could be heard in the living room suddenly.
"Welcome to our little dinner party, Nicolas, Eleniel. Please, make yourselves comfortable, I'll be out momentarily. Enjoy a drink while you wait." As if on cue, a squadron of little green creatures with chubby, almost childish faces and big yellow eyes appeared on the porch between the house and the beach, clad in the cutest little suits.. that they obviously found extremely uncomfortable, as they kept tugging at collars and sleeves. They were also accompanied by a fully-stocked bar. They began bustling about, climbing up and down the bar and stools, and one chirped toward the trio through the open glass door in an adorably gruff voice.
"Whatcha want to drink, misters and miss?"
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Sept 14, 2016 19:02:50 GMT -8
"I've been advised I can't be trusted to keep my hands to myself. So less nervous and more impatient ami."
Zaræn answers Len and Nicolas's questions before Morrigan's voice sounds. Then the horrid little fairies march in to offer drinks. Oh, they were cute enough and Morrigan could keep them in line. But they could be quite rude when they thought they could get away with it. He indicates that he is fine. He rarely drank anything he didn't prepare himself. Then turns to his friends.
"So how are you two doing? It feels like it's been an age."
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Sept 14, 2016 19:12:06 GMT -8
Len turned to Nicolas with a brilliant smile when he appeared, and leaned into him as his arm wrapped around her waist, tilting her head and popping up onto her toes to reciprocate that kiss. What made her start in surprise was the abrupt appearance of the little green.. things.. with a bar. She blinked at them, and then question seemed to make her quite nervous for a moment. Then she was smiling faintly.
"Ahh.. perhaps just a glass of water with lemon, please?" Her attention shifted back to Zaræn as the man answered the questions posed to him, and she laughed softly.
"Exiled for messing up your fiancee's hair, I take it? I'm not at all surprised. I'm surprised she's still getting ready, though. Did we miss something?" Len looked and sounded very confused. The invitation had been for a simple dinner party, but it looked like something special was in store for them. Her brow furrowed as she once again observed the decorations, remembered the note she'd received... What was she missing? There was a piece of the puzzle that was just.. absent. Shaking aside her thoughts, she focused on Zaræn once more and smiled.
"I'm doing wonderfully. The bakery's thriving and things otherwise are.. well, they're just the best." This was said with a fond look up at Nicolas, before she smiled at her friend again. "How's business?"
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Sept 16, 2016 14:49:21 GMT -8
Lord Soult pulled a small flask out of the front pocket of his shirt and gestured "no" towards the small, green creatures that honestly kind of skeeved him out.
"I am afraid I have to agree with Eleniel. Other than several more run-ins with those damn bandits, things are going well."
At Eleniel's question, he glanced over at Zaraen. He had recently become a customer of Zaraen's, and though they had yet to settle firmly on a price, it was likely to be a considerable amount.
"Yes Zaraen, how is the Tavern doing?"
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Sept 17, 2016 7:05:27 GMT -8
The goblins shared looks and a unanimous shrug at finding themselves denied of their job.. at least until there came an odd chiming noise. Then they were scrambling about, preparing two drinks to very specific purpose. Abruptly, a pair of people would appear on the porch outside, near the bar: A tall, stately man with hair black as night and brilliant green eyes, and at his side, a woman who was a slightly older copy of Morrigan.. minus the color-changing hair. They were finely-dressed, and eyeing those present with curiosity.. specifically Zaræn himself. They did, however, keep their distance, for the time being, simply gazing inside through the open sliding glass door.
They might be able to hear the sound of something falling and breaking behind the closed bedroom door, down at the end of a nearby hallway, and then Morrigan speaking rapidly in a foreign language. She sounded a mixture of upset and worried.
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Sept 17, 2016 10:36:42 GMT -8
"I am glad to hear it."
Zaræn says with an airy smile and a laugh. And he was glad to hear the Len was having success in business and love. She was a dear friend and it did his heart good to know she was so happy. Which was surprising honestly. Years ago he'd never wish someone the happiness of a relationship. Not out of cruelty but because he didn't think there was such a thing. Now having experienced it personally he knew how wrong he'd been.
"Business is booming. Morrigan and I have been working in tandem to..."
He trails off as he sees the new house guests appear. It didn't take a brilliant mind to see the family resemblance between the woman and Morrigan. Zaræn had a brilliant mind though and he quickly figures out who the couple was. Oh dear.
"A moment mon amis."
Zaræn says to Soult and Len as he moves out to the deck. This could be bad. After all, his brother would be arriving soon as well. He greats the couple with a friendly smile.
"Greetings! Madame and Monsieur da Silverlain I assume? It's wonderful to meet you. I am Zaræn Viddik your daughters... fiancée."
Not how he planed for this meeting to go. But then again he hadn't planned on meeting her parents at all.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Sept 17, 2016 12:45:26 GMT -8
Len's eyebrows shot upward in surprise at the sudden appearance of a man and an aged Morrigan doppleganger. Even she could easily see that these were the parents of her friend. But then she heard something breaking and Morrigan talking rapidly, sounding upset. So as one of the little green creatures brought her the requested water with lemon, she took it and turned to Nicolas and spoke quietly.
"I think Morrigan might need a woman to talk to. I'll be back." She gave Nicolas a quick kiss, then bustled down the hallway to where she heard her friend's voice. Knocking on the door, she called out softly.
"Morrigan? Are you alright?" Trying the knob and finding the door unlocked, she moved inside and looked around the room with a touch of worry.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Sept 21, 2016 4:25:29 GMT -8
"Of course my dear, let me know if you need any further help."
Now he felt a bit awkward, not sure if he should introduce himself to Morrigan's parents. After all, he wasn't the one marrying their daughter, and from his limited experience, Morrigan excepted of course, he knew the Fae to be aloof and condescending towards mortals. But at the very least he could be supportive of Zaraen, so he stood behind his friend, but kept silent for the moment, not wanting to interrupt any sort of moment.
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Sept 21, 2016 8:40:44 GMT -8
Morrigan didn't respond until Len was in the room and the door was closed. She was standing in front of her vanity, hands pressed to the surface, staring into the reflective material. Her gaze flicked to Len, looking at the Elf's reflection.
"My parents are here. I didn't expect them to come! I just wanted them to know that I was getting married to a mortal and staying here and I'd probably never return to Tir na nOg and that I love him and-- If they can find me, he can find me. And if he finds me, he'll kill me." No doubt that would confuse the hell out of poor Len, but Morrigan was too upset to explain properly, at the moment.
The Fae couple silently extended their hands, and the goblins placed their usual drinks in them. Then Morrigan's mother spoke.
"Yes. I'm Yvaine, Morrigan's mother; this is my husband, Liamh, her fater. A pleasure to meet the mortal who somehow managed to get my daughter to abandon her home, her people, and her betrothed, and somehow convince her she's in love." It was all spoken in a dry tone that verged on rude, but as she sipped at her drink, if Zaræn was paying attention, he'd see a glimmer in those violet eyes that hinted she didn't mean what she'd said. Perhaps she was just trying to gauge how genuine he was by being confrontational so she'd get an honest response? Either way, Liamh laid his hand on Yvaine's shoulder and spoke in a quiet voice.
"Come now, Yvaine. There's no need to be unpleasant. I'm sure she's doing this for a very good reason."
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Sept 21, 2016 16:56:49 GMT -8
"Guilty as charged. Though to be fair her former betrothed trying to kill her may have played a part, non?"
Zaræn's smile wavers not one whit at his future mother in laws rudeness. Indeed he actually smiled a little broader. He knew the truth of the situation with Morrigan and that was what mattered to him. He also saw the glimmer in the woman's eyes. He was fairly certain this was some kind of test and Zaræn Viddik did not shy from tests. He then adds with a cocksure grin addressing the father's comment.
"I can assure you your daughter's reason for this marriage is the best one there is."
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Sept 21, 2016 17:33:16 GMT -8
Len.. looked extremely confused. Though she approached and rubbed a soothing hand over the Fae's back.
"I don't know who 'he' is, but I sincerely doubt he'll find you. And if he does, Zaræn won't let him harm you, let alone kill you. That man loves you, and will do anything for you. You couldn't be in safer hands." She realized in that moment what was happening, and squeaked.
"Oh my goodness! Are you two getting married tonight?! Is that why you invited Nicolas and I here?" A surprise wedding! How sweet!
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Sept 24, 2016 17:05:21 GMT -8
Lord Soult once again kept silent, Zaraen's words a perfect retort to the fae woman's aggression. This did not keep the surprise from his face though. He had no idea that Morrigan had once been betrothed, and that her former fiance had tried to kill her. Indeed, at the mention of that, his hand dropped to the sword that was ever present at his waist. Ever since the incident with Len, the sword was never more than a few feet from him, regardless of the occasion.
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Sept 24, 2016 20:28:10 GMT -8
Morrigan nodded slowly. Len had a point. Zaræn was extremely resourceful, and frighteningly intelligent, and he loved her. He would never let Bastien harm her. Before she could say anything to that effect, however, the Elf was getting all excited over the realization that she'd been invited to their impromptu wedding, and Morrigan couldn't help but laugh. Straightening, she turned to Len with a smile.
"Yes. We were going to have a small ceremony and then a little party afterward to celebrate. You and Nicolas are really our only friends, so it felt right to share this with you. That being said.. will you help me with my dress?" She moved over and pulled the dress down off its hanger, then shed her robe. With Len's assistance, she'd get the dress on, whereupon she'd turn to the woman and smile.
"Will you please tell Zaræn that I'm ready now?"
Morrigan's parents shared a glance, and then they looked back at Zaræn. Finally her father spoke.
"I was wondering if she would tell you about Bastien. The fact that she says she loves you, and that she trusts you with the tale of him... Would it be safe to assume she also told you of the tale behind her..."
The man gestured to his hair, indicating Morrigan's color-changing locks. Yvaine was silent, but she looked satisfied. Apparently Zaræn's answer had been all she needed. There was a gleam in her gaze that said she approved.
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Sept 25, 2016 5:59:44 GMT -8
Zaræn inclines his head to Liamh's question.
"But of course monsieur. She's trusted me with everything. But why are we out here? This is a celebration! Come inside allow me to fix you to a drink. I have some wonderful homebrews made from the local fruits. They are quite delicious I assure you."
He gestures towards the door ushering the two fae inside. If they acquiesce Zaræn would set about making them pineapple daiquiris. Using magic to half freeze the liquid creating a deliciously cold beverage.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Sept 25, 2016 11:30:11 GMT -8
"Of course!" Len nearly squeaked in delight, then rushed over to help Morrigan put on the beautiful gown. After making sure it was properly settled and secured, she grinned at the taller Fae, then nodded.
"I will! This is so exciting!" She gave Morrigan a quick hug, then hurried out of the bedroom, rushing over to Zaræn with sparkling eyes.
"Morrigan said to let you know she's ready." She smiled at Nicolas and took his hand, giving him an excited look. They were going to see their friends married! She just loved weddings.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Sept 26, 2016 13:47:03 GMT -8
His smile widened as his beloved entered the room, glad that she had made it out before they all went outside.
"So it's a wedding huh Len? This is exciting!" He whispered, not realizing he nearly mimicked her words from earlier. He gave her hand a quick squeeze and a kiss on the brow as he led her outside, where the wedding ceremony was, presumably, to take place.
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Sept 26, 2016 13:54:45 GMT -8
Liamh and Yvaine shared a look, and a small smile, before trailing after Zaræn. At least, until they saw the little blonde Elf appear. Her words made them both come up short, and they looked in the direction she'd come from, both with hope in their eyes. They hadn't seen their daughter in a long time, and they couldn't wait to see her on her wedding day.
Morrigan moved slowly out of the room, walking slowly on bare feet that were adorned with shining jewels to look like she was wearing sandals. Her hair fell freely around her face, and she looked anxiously into the room, coming to a halt when she saw her parents. It really was them. They'd come. And they looked pleased. Did they like her love? She certainly hoped so.. she wasn't going to leave him.
"Hello, Mother.. Father."
 Morrigan's Dress
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Sept 26, 2016 17:26:11 GMT -8
Zaræn grins like a school boy eying his first crush when he sees Morrigan. No one could doubt the love in his eyes as he sees her. The in-laws are forgotten as he moves to her. He is a moment away from scooping her into his arms and kissing her senseless. Then she speaks and he remembers propriety. An annoying thing he usually ignored. Still, he supposed he could behave for a few hours. Sighing he leave Morrigan to talk to her parents as he mixes them a couple of drinks. Homemade lemon liqueur mixed with pineapple juice and a bit of mint. Creating a sweet yet crisp taste that tantalised the tongue.
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