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 26, 2016 20:31:03 GMT -8
Len beamed up at Nicolas, moving outside with him, and taking the glass of water - with a slice of lemon floating in it - from the goblin that handed it to her. Sipping at the liquid, she then nodded eagerly at his words.
"I had no idea when I got the invitation! But I was in there and I saw the dress and it just hit me. I'm so honored they'd invite us, though Morrigan's a bit rattled at her parents being here." She looked around at the minimal decorations, the lovely scenery, and then glanced to Nicolas with a somewhat wry tilt of the lips.
"I don't suppose we could get away with such a small, intimate ceremony whenever our time comes, hm?" One of the disadvantages to being a noble, she guessed. But the look on her face said she was more than willing to put up with it if it meant she got to be with Nicolas. That he hadn't actually proposed yet didn't bother her in the slightest - he loved her, and she knew he would ask eventually. That was all that mattered.
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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 28, 2016 15:41:48 GMT -8
"Actually I think we could. We would have to throw a grand, lavish party within a month after it to celebrate of course. The ceremony itself is permitted to be small, but only really because you are not a noblewoman, thank god."
One hand in his pocket reminded him of what lay hid inside a coat pocket back at the Keep. He had assumed that this event was the wedding, and thus would hopefully put Len in the right frame of mind for what he had planned. He grinned at her as he led her outside.
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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 28, 2016 16:31:16 GMT -8
Yvaine set down the drink given to her by the goblins and rushed over to envelop her daughter in a hug. Liamh followed moments later, gently petting Morrigan's hair. The Fae in question held her mother tightly and smiled up at her father. That was all the blessing she needed: They approved, and they were here to see her marry the man she loved. She was just pulling away from the hug when there came a knock at the door, and Morrigan sucked in an excited breath.
"That must be the officiant." She moved to answer the door, but Yvaine stopped her.
"We'll get it, darling. You have a drink to calm your nerves." Yvaine gently patted Morrigan's cheek, then took Liamh with her to answer the door. Morrigan moved over to Zaræn, gave him a quick kiss, and then took one of the drinks he'd prepared, sipping at it. Her mother was right, she needed to calm down. Yvaine and Liamh returned quickly with the officiant in tow, who was ready to perform the ceremony, drawing Morrigan's violet eyes to Zaræn once again as she smiled.
"Are you ready for this, love?"
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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 29, 2016 9:52:03 GMT -8
Zaræn grins as the family shares a hug. Apparently, the madame et monsieur Da Silverlain had chosen to bless her daughter's union with a mortal after all. Then there is a knock at the door and he turns to the door excitedly, at least until Morrigan says it's the officiant. He expected his brother soon but it turned out Morrigan was right, it was the officiant. At Morrigan's words Zaræn he gives her that roguish smile she knows so well.
"My only regret is that I wasn't ready sooner, amour. We can begin as soon as my brother arrives..."
Another knock comes at the door and the bartender bounds over.
"Speak of him and he shall n'est pas?"
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Task Force Commandant Viddik
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 53
Physical Description: Gregor Viddik, has a face like a hatchet, hard lines and deep scars. His baleful brown eyes, have put a stop to more fights before they began than his reputation. His black hair is streaked with grey and he has been growing it out in recent years. He constantly smoke a cigar that never seems to get any smaller. Everything about Viddik screams do not mess with this man.
Clothes and Equipment: Highly magic resistant breast plate, military mage uniform which supplements his magic regeneration, his staff which amplifies spell power, and finally spokes a lizard that eats magic.
Registered: Dec 29, 2015 19:27:07 GMT -8
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Post by Task Force Commandant Viddik on Sept 29, 2016 9:56:19 GMT -8
Viddik entered the house looking woefully out of place. After all, he was the only person present who looked to be out of their twenties. Not only that he hadn't dressed for the weather at all, instead he was wearing his stiff dress uniform. Yet even though he should be the odd man out his stern and foreboding visage almost made it seem like it was everyone else who'd dressed poorly. Indeed you'd have thought he was arriving for a funeral, not a wedding unless you knew him. For today Viddik didn't wear his customary scowl he instead wore something that was almost a grin. It didn't soften his face much but enough that he seemed marginally less hostile.
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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 29, 2016 12:25:59 GMT -8
Len looked up at Nicolas with a surprised expression, that quickly became a pleased one.
"That's excellent. I think we should do that, then. Just a small ceremony, friends and family, and then we'll throw a party. Perhaps have the entire affair at the vineyards?" This was mused aloud. Having a small ceremony and then a large reception at the vineyards would be only appropriate, in her mind. After all, it was during their time at the vineyards that she and Nicolas had confessed their feelings to each other. That memory filled her with warmth and put a smile on her face as she looked up at him, her grey eyes sparkling with love, and gently squeezed his hand.
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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 29, 2016 14:30:39 GMT -8
"That sounds like an excellent plan my love."
The arrival of the Task Force Commandant drew his attention, why was he...of course. Viddik. Why had he not made that connection before? They did sort of look a like too. He had only met the Commandant a few times, usually just introductions and that was it. Most of what he knew of the man came from his reputation.
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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 29, 2016 15:11:05 GMT -8
Zaræn had invited his brother? That surprised Morrigan, for some reason. But when she saw Gregor appear, she smiled at the imposing man, moving to take Zaræn's hand and speaking to her soon-to-be brother-in-law with a mildly teasing tone.
"I told you it wasn't just some Fae trick. Glad you could make it." Looking out at where the officiant had set up beneath hovering fairy lights, with her parents standing nearby ready to observe, Morrigan tugged Zaræn with her and out onto the deck beneath their favorite tree. The sun had just touched the horizon and was beginning to descend past it as the officiant opened his book and readied himself to marry the couple before him. Once he saw that everyone was assembled and ready, the man cleared his throat and began.
"Marriage is a sacred bond, one not entered into lightly. We are here today to recognize and celebrate the union of Zaræn Viddik and Morrigan da Silverlain. I understand that the bride and groom have written their own vows - if you would like to go first, Mister Viddik?"
Morrigan looked at Zaræn with a vaguely amused expression. What would her love have prepared, she wondered?
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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 29, 2016 19:25:48 GMT -8
Zaræn grinned at his brother suppressing a chuckle at Morrigan's banter. The older Viddik had quite nearly shat himself when Zaræn told him he was marrying his fae lover. The man having been sure this was a passing fancy. At least until he'd taken a good look at his younger brother's eyes. The old commandant was perceptive and had seen the genuine feeling in there. So Gregor had blessed his union and now it was time for Zaræn to make his vows. He looks at the woman he loves and for once in his life he finds he doesn't have anything clever to say. No charming jokes, no clever innuendo, just raw emotion.
"I never thought I would love. I never thought I would marry. Now I cannot imagine doing anything else. Morrigan you are my compliment in every way. You completed me when I didn't even know I was incomplete. You are my amour, the reason I get up in the morning is so I can spend another day with you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I love you Morrigan da Silverlain."
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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 29, 2016 19:35:38 GMT -8
Len bit her lower lip as everyone gathered outside, and the ceremony began. Zaræn's words were simple and heartfelt, and she could see the love he felt for the Fae woman easily. It made Len look up at Nicolas, her eyes shining with love and the threat of tears. She always got a little teary at weddings. After leaning her head against his shoulder, she looked back at the ceremony, waiting to hear Morrigan's vows.
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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 30, 2016 6:13:47 GMT -8
Lord Soult glanced down, the look in Len's eyes reaffirming his commitment to the plan tonight. She would say yes, he could see it in her eyes, even though she had no idea she would be saying it tonight. Nobody knew, in fact, as he had not mentioned it to anyone in order to keep it as secret as possible. Zaraen and Lord Seryl were the only two who knew he even had the ring. His musings ended as Zaraen began his speech, a moving sentiment that left him eagerly awaiting Morrigan's response.
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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 30, 2016 7:31:39 GMT -8
Morrigan couldn't help but smile as Zaræn spoke his vows. Most women might have teared up, but the Fae weren't that expressive with her emotions. Still, you could easily see in her gaze how much she loved him.. and also in her hair, though most wouldn't recognize the vivid purple hue that filled her mahogany waves. When it came time for Morrigan to speak her vows, she took a deep breath, and then proceeded.
"It's long been believed that my kinda can't love - that we're incapable of that emotion. With you.. I've proven that wrong. I was a stranger from a world so different from this one, and you.. you helped me in so many ways. You were the first to make me feel welcome here, to show me what life could be like.. and then you turned my world on end. You showed me what love is, when you didn't even know it yourself. In all the worlds, there will never be another for me, someone who is my match in every way as you are. I will love you for all of my days, Zaræn Viddik."
And her days would be much longer than his. A thought which sent a pang of agony through her, the briefest ripple of blue moving through her hair. Her parents spotted this and shared a look, but said nothing. The officiant smiled, then continued the ceremony.
"Very lovely. It's traditional for the couple to exchange rings, the circle being a sign of the never-ending bond of your commitment. Do you have the rings?"
Morrigan nodded, releasing Zaræn's hand so that she could summon a crystal. It popped in her palm like a bubble, leaving his wedding band resting in her hand. At the officiant's direction, she slid it onto the fourth finger of his left hand, smiling widely as her hair filled with rich violet coloring.
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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 30, 2016 8:05:14 GMT -8
As Zaræn pulls the ring he'd prepared for Morrigan from his pocket he realizes he made a mistake. He should have proposed with this ring and used the other for a wedding band. Still too late for such thoughts now as he slips the silver band on her finger. This one is etched with runes and has a single large diamond. It is designed to work in tandem with her engagement ring acting as a supplementary power source. Once it is one her finger he pulls her in close and catches her lips with his. It wasn't the first kiss they had shared or even the first loving kiss they'd shared. But to him in many ways, it felt like their first. It was the first kiss of a new life, one without any hesitation or anxiety about their relationship. A life where they both knew exactly where they stood with each other. A kiss that contained every ounce of joy, love, and passion within Zaræn's heart, indeed in this kiss was the man's heart itself given to Morrigan for the rest of his days. It was a kiss he'd remember forever.
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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 30, 2016 9:54:30 GMT -8
Len felt tears fill her eyes as the vows were finished and the rings were exchanged, and she sniffled. She just loved weddings! Then they were kissing, and she couldn't help but squeal in delight, clapping her hands over her mouth in an attempt to stifle the sound of glee.
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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 Oct 2, 2016 14:59:27 GMT -8
Lord Soult had a much more restrained reaction, the vows were certainly touching and the kiss was far more...appropriate than he would have expected given the pair of them. Len's reaction was exactly as he expected from her and he smiled, his eyes welling up a bit at the tender 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 Oct 2, 2016 16:23:39 GMT -8
Morrigan looked down at the ring Zaræn slid onto her finger and smiled. Nothing they did was conventional, but she preferred it that way. Looking up just in time to be met with his kiss, she slid her arms around her new husband's neck as they kissed. The officiant chuckled, closing his book.
"By the power vested in me by the Kingdom of Gauldin, I now pronounce you man and wife. Normally I'd follow that up with a, 'You may now kiss the bride', but it seems you have that part covered. May the Sky guard and bless you both."
Knowing that he was no longer needed, the officiant left, although Morrigan broke the kiss with a soft laugh as the man's words registered in her head. She looked into her husband's eyes, and was surprised to see her parents approaching in the corner of her vision. Turning her head to gaze at them, she found herself swept into an embrace by both Yvaine and Liamh.
"We're so happy for you, sweetling." These words were murmured by Liamh, and then Yvaine drew away, turning toward Zaræn. There was a shimmer over her palm, and then the Fae woman was pressing something into his hands: A silver chain adorned with a pendant, that of a crystal wrapped in silver wire.
"You will stay with my daughter forever." The statement wasn't a question - it was an order. The charm was suffused with powerful Fae magic, and over time it would seep into his body, first slowing his aging and then stopping it entirely. Morrigan could feel the power emanating from it, and her eyes widened as she exhaled a surprised sound.
"Mother, that feels like Tir na nOg..."
"It is, sweetling. A chunk of the very aether that forms our world. We can't go having our darling girl withering away with the loss of her mortal, now can we?" This was said by Liamh, who then chuckled, and gently stroked his daughter's hair. Yvaine pressed a kiss to Morrigan's cheek, and then Zaræn's, before pulling away.
"We need to get back, darling. Before anyone notices. Keep in touch. And I want to know if I'm going to be a grandmother!" With that little warning from the older Fae woman, the couple vanished, leaving Morrigan standing there bewildered. Goodness. That was a hell of a wedding gift.
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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 Oct 2, 2016 16:37:11 GMT -8
Zaræn didn't hear a single thing the officiant said. He was far to engrossed in his wife's lips to pay attention to anything else at that moment. Then she is pulling away from him and he is left mildly disorientated. His wife was now in the arms of her parents and they are whispering congratulations to her. Then Yvaine is pressing something into his hands and he is being ordered to live forever.
Zaræn looks at Morrigan confused as she questions her mother and he listens intently to the answer. It takes him only a minute to realize the implication of what has been done. A mortal on the fae plane would be caught up in its magics and live forever. Wearing a chunk of that plane around his neck would have a similar effect. It was... the perfect wedding gift. Zaræn sags slightly as he collapses against the wall for support. He felt like a burden had just been removed from his shoulders a fear he'd kept secret for far too long. Looking at Morrigan he says with a tiny laugh.
"Well that's something is it not amour?"
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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 Oct 2, 2016 18:19:47 GMT -8
Len couldn't help but hear the conversation had between the Fae trio and Zaræn. Literally, her keen Elven hearing meant she heard every quiet word. And while it made her undoubtedly happy for them (Two people who were very much in love would get to be together forever, two people she considered friends, how could she not be happy for them?) it also made the Elf a touch sad. Because there was nothing she could do for Nicolas to achieve the same effect. Looking up at him, she thought of watching his beloved face grow old.. then finally cease to age as the life faded from it and he was lost to her. The thought filled her with such pain that it stole her breath, and she exhaled sharply when tears welled in her eyes. Trying to pass off the tears as joyous ones, she forced a beaming smile onto her face.
"It's a shame I didn't know this was their wedding, I would've brought a gift. I'll just have to send them one later. For now, we should probably go congratulate them, hm?"
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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 Oct 3, 2016 10:25:45 GMT -8
"For once my dear, I seem to have had a better grasp of what this was for, and I did bring a gift, don't worry though, I will probably say it is from both of us." He whispered to her, giving her a wink and sticking his tongue out as he spoke.
He pulled from his pocket a small flask, with a necklace dangling from the top.
"According to the person I obtained this from, the diamond set into the necklace will change color depending on the mood of the man drinking from the flask. I am fairly certain it just reflects the color of the alcohol inside, but it seemed like a neat gift for them."
He walked over to the newlyweds with Len in one hand and the gift in the other, beaming at the pair of them.
"Congratulations you two!"
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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 Oct 3, 2016 10:36:07 GMT -8
Morrigan looked at Zaræn with a dumbfounded expression. One that was rapidly becoming a beaming grin of delight. Her parents had just given her the best wedding gift: Her husband. For eternity. She felt a laugh bubbling up that was, at first, incredulous. Then it became an utterly joyous sound as she threw herself into Zaræn's arms, her own wrapping around his neck, and kissed him firmly.
"You're mine. Forever." She whispered the words against his lips with a smile, then kissed him again.. only to pull back with a laugh when Nicolas and Len approached. She'd been so shocked and happy, she'd forgotten they were even here! Turning to the other couple, she dismissed the illusion that had been hiding their small wedding cake, grinning at the pair.
"Thank you so much, Nicolas, Eleniel. We're so grateful that you could share this special day with us."
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