Far-Off Places
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Roleplay posts: 12
Registered: May 18, 2016 18:24:50 GMT -8
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Post by Far-Off Places on Jun 1, 2016 13:36:44 GMT -8
The open lands of Gauldin, around the cities and various estates, are wide and lush. Filled with tall grasses and a profusion of wildflowers, dotted with lakes and butting up against forests and mountains, wildlife can be found in abundance, living (mostly) peacefully. |
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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 Jun 1, 2016 13:44:01 GMT -8
The steady triple-beat pattern of horse's hooves cantering across the earth was slightly dulled by the grass and flowers trampled beneath their passage. It was so peaceful, Len reflected, with the mountains as a backdrop and trees in the near distance. Kye called out as he soared overhead, following the passage of the blonde Elf and her valiant steed as they moved through the fields. The glimmer of water off a small stream caught her eye, and Len adjusted their course with subtle movements of knees against Oerin's sides and hands on the reins, steering him toward the ribbon of blue among green. When they arrived at the stream, she slid down off the stallion's back, letting him drink at his will. Her long golden braid trailing behind her and the wind tugging at the skirt of her short green tunic-dress, Len moved across the ground on silent boot-clad feet to a rock, and settled upon it.
Propping her elbows on her knees and dropping her chin into her upraised hands, she let her grey eyes wander across the surrounding countryside. It was so lovely out here.. it was just a shame she couldn't muster the happiness to truly enjoy it. Everything had seemed so dull and grey lately, like there was a growing distance between herself and Alecos, and her heart clenched painfully at the thought. He had been so sweet, so kind, had professed his love... Had it all been a lie, just to get her into bed? The notion made her frown, and she sighed as the red-tailed hawk fluttered down out of the sky to perch on a smaller protruding portion of the rock near her hip, chirping at her and tilting his head.
"I know.. you don't have to tell me. I was foolish. The first time I let my heart have its way since Tomas died, and it lead me astray. I should've listened to my head and just kept my distance."
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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 Jun 1, 2016 17:19:10 GMT -8
The pounding of hooves on dirt and a small cloud of dust could be heard coming closer all the time. Half a dozen riders on horseback would come galloping across the treeline, a single flag, emblazoned with a golden eagle and representing the personal emblem of Lord Nicolas Soult, was held in the hand of one of the riders. Even at this distance it was clear that the riders were superb horsemen, maintaining their seat as their horses leaped over fallen trees and large rocks alike.
The riders came ever closer, until their individual features could be made out. The rider with the flag was a nondescript man clad in the livery of one of Lord Soult's knights. Two of the other riders, axes at their hips and shields slung across their backs, wore the same livery as the flag-bearer. The remaining three riders all had similar appearances, two of them looking exactly the same, these were Lord Soult's twin younger brothers, too young to be anything but knights-in-training at the tender age of 17. They wore matching gear, save with the colors flipped to distinguish them, all of it adorned with the crest of House Soult.
At the head of the riders was Lord Soult himself, clad in simple black and grey clothes, emblazoned with a silver rendering of his House's emblem. His beard was close shaven, but well-formed and his hair grew just past his eyes. His horse was a magnificent brown Charger, well-taken care of judging by the sheen in its coat.
Lord Soult reigned his horse in not far from where Eleniel was, having clearly seen both her and her horse. He wondered at encountering anyone out here, these lands bordered the most uninhabited parts of three separate fiefs and a town, and yet here was someone. Bandits had been known to occasionally pass through the area, and he hoped the woman was alright. He called out to her from a top his horse, his Knights remaining silent, though his brothers shook with silent mirth at some joke as they quietly poked and prodded one with the tip of their boots.
"Excuse me ma'am, are you alright? You are far from any village or town, have bandits caused you trouble?"
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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 Jun 1, 2016 17:46:24 GMT -8
Oerin raised his head with a snort as he heard the pounding of hooves, alerting Len to the incoming riders. She stood up straight and looked toward the collection of men upon horseback, whistling to Oerin, and the stallion placidly trotted over to stand near his rider where she was perched upon that rock. Reaching over, she laid her hand on his neck to calm him while horse and bird both watched the approaching men. A small smile appeared when the man who was apparently in charge spoke, a friendly expression that was bright and warm like the sun. His concern was obvious, and touching, but she was tougher than she looked. Shaking her head at his second question, she raised her hand to shield her gaze from the sun overhead, looking at the man as she called out her reply.
"I'm perfectly fine, sir. I've seen no sign of bandits. But I thank you for your concern." His question was rather funny.. there was very obviously a rapier strapped to her horse's saddle, along with a bow and a quiver full of arrows. She might look like a defenseless little waif, but she was a ranger. Or, well, she had been.. now she was a baker. That didn't mean she'd forgotten how to fight, though. "I'm not trespassing on your territory, am I? I apologize, I'm not from Gauldin, and I'm still learning my way around."
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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 Jun 1, 2016 18:19:50 GMT -8
Lord Soult did his best not to stare too much at the woman as she stood up. He had not expected a she-elf, particularly one so beautiful...heavily armed. He cleared his thoughts briefly by shooting a death glare at his two brothers. They immediately stopped goofing off and fell silent, sitting at attention like his other knights. Their brother clearly wanted to impress the woman, and woe betide the man who goofed on when their Lord expected their best.
"No, I do not own these lands, though my own do border it. A merchant reported sighting some bandits passing through here less than a fortnight ago, so I decided to personally seek some sign of them. To no avail however, there is no sign of any bandits out here. Though perhaps the trip is not as large a waste of time as I originally thought. I hope then, that we have not disturbed you ma'am."
His voice was clear and sincere, with a level, but not monotonous, tone as he spoke to the elf-woman, or she-elf as he thought of her.
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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 Jun 1, 2016 18:34:16 GMT -8
Ah, so he was a lord, then. Her mind flashed back to Alecos, and his reaction to finding out she wasn't a noble. Then she stuffed those thoughts into a box and locked them away; he was no longer a part of her life, she wouldn't allow herself to think about that man again. So instead, Len just offered an even sunnier smile.. that widened with mirth, and was joined by a faint blush, at the offer of the backhanded compliment. She shook her head once again, rolling her bare shoulders in a small shrug, as a cloud drifted across the sun, allowing her to drop her hand so that it was no longer warding her pale eyes against the glare of the heavenly glow from above.
"You haven't disturbed me at all, my lord. I was simply out for a ride to enjoy this beautiful summer weather we're having." She paused a moment to look around and admire the scenery, the flowers bobbing merrily in a gentle breeze, a rabbit bounding through the grass nearby, the babbling stream... It filled her with a sense of peace, and she looked back to the lord with a smile as she clasped her hands behind her, tilting her upper body slightly to one side in a gesture that somehow bespoke contentment. "If your lands are as lovely as these, you're quite fortunate in your location. Might I know your name, my lord, that I can send word if I come across mention of these bandits? I'd be happy to do my part to see safety restored to this area."
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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 Jun 1, 2016 19:10:59 GMT -8
He returned her warm smile with one of his own, his teeth a flashing white that spoke of good care. In spite of the clouds overhead, he could have sworn that it was brighter out now then it had been before. He stopped to stare at the rabbit as well before continuing to speak, tracing its movements with his eyes before moving them back to the woman before him.
"Of course, how rude of me. I am Lord Nicolas Soult, Duke of Ancoux. I thought my lands fairer than these up until a few moments ago, but standing here now, these lands would seem fairer to my eyes then any other."
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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 Jun 1, 2016 19:31:28 GMT -8
..He was definitely complimenting her, and being rather sweet about it. The heat in her face intensified as Len laughed, unclasping her hands so that the right one could move upward, palm and fingers pressing to her reddened cheek. It was rather nice to be flattered in such a way, and although she wasn't absolutely positive, Len was somewhat sure that he was being completely sincere. This honesty was infinitely refreshing, and her grey eyes sparkled as she gazed up at him from her diminutive height. Stepping a bit closer, her hand fell to her side along with its twin, and fingertips grasped the edges of her tunic's short skirt while her right foot crossed behind the left, and she dipped into a perfect curtsy.
"A pleasure to meet you, Your Grace." She straightened, clasping her hands before her as she rocked forward onto the balls of her feet, then descended back to her usual unimpressive height. She could admit that he was quite handsome. The stigma against being attracted to humans possessed by most of her kind was completely absent in Len, although her aching heart would do no more than begrudgingly concede that he had a handsome face with nicely-formed features. "I suppose it's only fair that I offer my own name. Eleniel Windsong, former ranger turned baker, at your service."
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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 Jun 1, 2016 19:55:55 GMT -8
With one smooth motion he swung himself down off of his horse. He bowed low to the woman, taking her hand in his and kissing it in the formal fashion of the nobility.
"The pleasure is all mine Ms. Windsong. A ranger turned baker you said? That sounds like a good tale if I have ever heard one. I should love to hear it. If you would like, in exchange for the story I would be happy to show you around my lands."
Although Eleniel could not see, Lord Soult's retinue was in shock. Ordinarily the Lord was all business, and while he was always kind to those he met he had never shown specific interest in a woman before, even when his father had tried to set up him up in arranged marriages before he passed. This ws unheard of! It took all their training and willpower to not look surprised.
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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 Jun 1, 2016 20:18:38 GMT -8
Len watched as he dismounted, and as he headed her way, she unclasped her hands, not sure what to expect. When he reached out a hand for hers, she casually extended the right one and placed it in his. It wasn't the first time she'd received such a courtly greeting, but much like every other time she'd been the recipient of such a gesture, it only renewed the color in her cheeks. Once her hand was released, Len retracted the appendage, and absently tucked it against her chest, laying the other atop it as she smiled at him. He was so.. polite. And not at all cold or unfriendly, as many nobles were. She had just met this man, but Len already decided she liked him - she made snap judgments like that without even thinking about it. Everyone was a potential friend, after all. Her gaze lit up with excitement at the prospect of touring his lands, and she nodded eagerly.
"I'd like that very much, Your Grace, although my tale probably isn't as interesting as you imagine it to be. However, I've never been one to turn down a request, and it seems like a fair trade, so I'll accept." Turning away, she clambered up onto Oerin's back with an ease that bespoke long years of practice. Taking the reins in hand, she graced Nicolas with an easy smile as the stallion pranced, ready to be on the move again; meanwhile, Kye took to the air and began circling, watching over his friend. "Ready whenever you are, Your Grace."
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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 Jun 1, 2016 20:52:50 GMT -8
He had stopped for a moment to admire her climbing onto the horse. Her technique was flawless and that was certainly something to be admired. All those useless women his advisors recommended to him, why would he want a noblewoman who knew nothing if the things he enjoyed? He didn't was the answer, he would rather have someone that would provide for his people like he had, someone who would actually care, and not just be in it because her father said so.
He mounted his horse just after she mounted hers, signalling to his knights to follow them at a distance. It would enable him to not have them listening in on their conversation while they would not have to be as formal as they were now.
He pointed back the way they had came, upstream of the small creek.
"My lands are that way Ms. Windsong, if you would care to ride alongside me?"
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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 Jun 1, 2016 21:34:13 GMT -8
The experienced movements of hands and knees had Oerin dancing over toward Nicolas, although she didn't get too close.. at least, not until he requested that she ride beside him. Len nodded in response, guiding Oerin up closer until she was at his side, a respectful distance away, but still close enough that they could easily converse without having to raise their voices too much. "Of course, Your Grace. I'd be honored." She would follow his lead, accompanying him to his lands. She was a skilled horsewoman, and it was obvious in the way she handled the horse with the slightest movements, barely even having to touch him before he responded the way she wanted. Then again, she was probably quite a good many years older than him.. she'd had lots of time to perfect her technique.
"This is the furthest into the countryside I've ever come. I'm somewhat disappointed in myself. Had I known this area was so very lovely, I would've ventured out sooner. I bet it was absolutely resplendent in spring, with all the new growth." She sounded wistful and had a look on her face as though she were imagining the flood of new spring blossoms and bright green grass, even greener than it was now. It was a pleasing mental image, judging by the smile that appeared on her face moments later.
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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 Jun 2, 2016 4:11:58 GMT -8
Her handling of the horse made his top knights look squires on their first day of horsemanship. He had not seen many elves during his life, and the few he had met had been aloof and distant, thinking themselves superior to him just cause they had been alive longer. But this elf...she was different. She seemed warm and kind, instead of the cold aloofness of her kin.
He remembered the spring fondly, his favorite border collie had given birth to a litter of puppies and so had one of his thoroughbreds, though to a foal, not puppies.
"It is true, though spring time almost anywhere in Gauldin is beautiful. Each of the seasons have their own special qualities though, and there is beauty to be found in each of then if you look hard enough."
His knights followed the pair at a distamce of about 100 yards. The pace set was quick, but leisurely. No point in tiring the horses out yet.
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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 Jun 2, 2016 10:44:36 GMT -8
"I can believe it.. I arrived in the winter, and even then, there was an open beauty to this place. I cannot wait to see it in the glory of autumn." Eleniel sounded obviously excited by this prospect, and she grinned as she glanced over at Nicolas. They weren't too terribly far from the Foret Woods and her cottage, either. To think, she had a somewhat near neighbor! How pleasant. Perhaps they could go riding on occasion. She turned her gaze from the man near her and to the path they were riding as they crossed into his lands.
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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 Jul 25, 2016 17:45:14 GMT -8
<Several weeks later>
The mad dash from the Arcoux lands finally broke down to a trot and then a walk as she neared the area where they'd first met. She was weeping by this point, wiping tears away from her eyes onto her cuff as she struggled to rein in her emotions. She couldn't see for the tears, so she had to stop for a few moments to try and get her emotions under control. Leaving Nicolas was breaking her heart. She couldn't stand to be away from him since the revelation of their mutual feelings, and especially after a night full of making love. Swinging down off Oerin's back, she tried to stop crying as she knelt down beside the creep, cupping her hands in the water and splashing it up on her face to both cool off and calm down.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2016 17:19:22 GMT -8
Eleniel was not alone. She would hear it first before anything - heavy hoof beats in rapid pace. Two stocky ponies mounted by ragged bandits were galloping across the earth and coming in on her east side - a third was pinching in from the west. And spread across her south and southwest were three more vagabonds on foot - having gotten a little closer than the riders as they weren't making such a racket.
Every intent was to corral her in next to the water, and possibly catch her before she could get back to her mount. What was their intent? It was anyone's guess.
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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 Jul 27, 2016 17:25:43 GMT -8
Keen Elven ears easily picked up the sound of hoofbeats, and her head snapped up, those sharp grey eyes turning in all directions to discern the source of the sound. Six men, coming in from different directions. They would be within range soon, too soon for her to think about making a run for Oerin. Her gaze then turned toward the horse nearby; a ranger's bond not only increased the animal's intelligence, it made wordless communication possible. Oerin neighed angrily and bolted away, stretching out and running as fast as he could back toward Arcoux, with Len's rapier still attached to his tack.
Rising to her full and entirely unimpressive height, the female crossed her arms and waited for the men to arrive, a stern and fearless look on her face.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2016 17:37:13 GMT -8
The only chance for her escape was running off with everything in the saddle - right back for the dastard Soult's territory. Chasing it wouldn't be wise, and thus all six closed in on the defiant Elven woman.
The mounted men kept a bit of a wider berth, in case she managed to make a break for it and got past the three that were moving in on foot. They were wary, one already possessing a dagger in his hand. He leered past the head wrap and cloth concealing his face, but it was apparent he was grinning almost sadistically.
"There's a pretty girl," he snickers, moving closer and bringing the weapon to point for her throat.
Assuming he had her attention, the one on her other side would make a quick motion to grab at her wrists - to cross them and pin them in a painfully hard grip with one hand behind her back.
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Eleniel Windsong
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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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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Jul 27, 2016 17:41:17 GMT -8
The diminutive Elven woman stiffened at the man's words, but didn't let her fear show as he pointed the dagger at her throat. She was bold, but she wasn't stupid - without a weapon, even she didn't stand a chance against this many armed men. She grunted in annoyance and pain when they forced her arms down from their folded position and instead held them behind her, her grey eyes flashing with anger.
"I'll come without a fight. There's no need to be rough." Whenever Nicolas found her, things would only go worse for them if she was treated badly. Not that she cared. She was pretty pissed. They would get whatever was coming to them.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2016 17:58:52 GMT -8
The one holding her arms leaned forward to peer over her shoulder, attempting to press his cheek to her jaw and get a good look at her pretty face from where he stood - not easing up his tight grip on her wrists in the slightest.
"Yeah, like we haven't heard that one before." He glances over to his comrades, who were watching her with sinister stares. "This the little thing Soult melted over?"
"Aww, yeah - it's her. I can see why, too," chuckles the third, stepping a touch closer to stare her directly in the eye and invade upon her personal space with no concern - almost nose to nose with her. He held no qualms to reach out and gather a few strands of her lovely, clean hair and bring it around to take a good whiff - provided she didn't try to tug away. "Mm... Bet she feels real soft, too. Ehh." He waves his hand to one of the riders and a length of coarse rope is tossed to him.
Between the pair bearing down upon her, they would bring her hands around to her front and bind them together with no care for sparing her pain - they were likely to chaff and bruise her skin in little time. She would be marched near one of the ponies and the remaining length from her bonds would be tied to the saddle - she would be walking beside the animal. The pack would head off with their new cargo in tow.
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