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
|
Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jun 30, 2016 9:51:20 GMT -8
The Chambliss Vineyards are owned by the Chambliss Family, a family of wine-makers that has operated this vineyard for nearly a century. The vineyard itself is located within the Fief of Arcoux, within a couple of miles of the Arcoux Keep.
Chambliss wine, particularly their version of Champagne, is a favorite of the Soult Family, and their technique for making it is a closely guarded secret, kept even from their liege-lords.
The vineyards themselves are located on five acres of gently rolling hills, thousands of grape vines taking up the majority of that space. The Chambliss Estate, a large, ornate residency occupied by the owners and used for their special events, both public and private. These events range from yearly wine-tasting festivals to small, intimate weddings, and everything in between, provided that the people holding the event can pay for it.
|
|
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.
----------------------------
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.
----------------------------
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
|
Post by Eleniel Windsong on Jun 30, 2016 11:00:58 GMT -8
Eleniel rode up to the vineyards with a curious expression and eyes alight with happiness. She was going to get to see Nicolas today! It had been a little more than two weeks since the night of their dinner, and while the letters they'd exchanged had helped keep her from being quite so antsy - and not as miserable as she would've been with no contact - she was still immensely eager to see her human paramour. She turned an excited look over her shoulder to the pair following her, Zaræn Viddik and Morrigan da Silverlain trailing behind at a much more sedate pace. She couldn't help wondering where Nicolas was.. he'd said he'd meet them on the road just outside the vineyards at midday. Her grey eyes flicked to the sky above. The sun was almost directly overhead. She let her gaze fall again, back to searching for the Duke, and murmured to herself.
"I wonder where he is.. I hope everything's alright."
|
|
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
|
Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jun 30, 2016 11:42:54 GMT -8
Off in the distance he would appear, coming on at a gallop, three horseback figures behind him. They closed the distance between the two groups quickly, including Lord Soult leaping a low fence in an impressive display of horsemanship. He reined in just as he reached them, coming to a stop within a few feet of Eleniel. In spite of this being a date, his sword was at his hip, and close examination by elfin eyes would reveal specks of blood on the hilt.
He stopped and gazed her in the eyes before saying a word, a broad smile quickly appearing as he did so. His eyes held nothing but warmth and happiness in them as he once again beheld her.
"Eleniel...I am beyond happy to see you again. You look beautiful, moreso even, then when we last parted."
To be honest he wasn't sure what else to say, and he had not yet acknowledged her companions, captivated as he was by Eleniel. He sounded a bit out of breath and tired, for he had been up since prior to dawn and had trouble sleeping the night before.
|
|
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.
-------------------------------
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.
-------------------------------
Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
|
Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Jun 30, 2016 12:06:51 GMT -8
Morrigan was perched in Zaræn's arms on horseback. It was the only way he'd persuaded her to get on the beast - the Fae did not like horses, and she looked continually displeased and suspicious as the equine moseyed along. Still, it was all somewhat worth it to see the way the two lovebirds up ahead looked at each mother, and Morrigan smirked before her gaze flicked up to her lover's.
"They're so smitten. It's really quite adorable. So how long do you think we have to linger to avoid being rude? I'm sure they won't object to being alone together, but I don't want to make it too obvious, like last time." From what she understood, Eleniel had given Zaræn quite the dressing down at their last lesson. Morrigan only wished she'd been present to see that. It had probably been utterly hilarious.
|
|
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.
-
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.
-
Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
|
Post by Zaræn Viddik on Jun 30, 2016 12:40:49 GMT -8
Zaræn's arms were wrapped around Morrigan's waist as he effortlessly controlled the horse with his knees. The dressing down he had received from Len had been met with wry amusement on his part. It would have been more intimidating if the elf hadn't still been floating on clouds. The results of his and Morrigan's antics had been enjoyed by the elf regardless of what she said.
"Probably a few hours. Enjoy some wine, then slip away as I complain of stomach aches. It is so nice to see such new love though. They certainly handle it better than we did eh, amour?"
|
|
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.
----------------------------
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.
----------------------------
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
|
Post by Eleniel Windsong on Jun 30, 2016 12:58:07 GMT -8
The petite Elf lit up with joy as she saw Nicolas approaching from a distance, and a delighted laugh tumbled from her lips when his horse went vaulting over a fence in his haste to get to her. Eleniel absently patted her hair (drawn back into a loose braid) and smoothed nonexistent wrinkles from her clothing (a white shirt beneath a sky blue corset paired with dark blue breeches) in the few moments before he was finally within range to talk to. She just couldn't seem to stop grinning, especially not when Nicolas spoke, his words causing a flush to rise in her cheeks. Not even the sight of the blood on his sword's hilt could dim her happiness, though she made a mental note to talk to him about it as soon as they were able to speak more privately.
"It's wonderful to see you again, too, Nicolas. Thank you for inviting us. I'm not sure about those two, but I've been looking forward to this with a lot of excitement." The sparkle in her eyes said it had very little to do with the wine tasting and a great deal to do with her desire to see him again. She wanted to vault off of Oerin's back and into his arms, but she held herself back. Barely.
|
|
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
|
Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jun 30, 2016 17:00:21 GMT -8
He leaned over on his horse, unable to resist the moment and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. He righted homself in the saddle and turned towards Eleniel's friends.
"Zaraen and Morrigan! It is a pleasure to see you both again! Welcome to Arcoux and welcome to the Chambliss Vineyards! I hope you like what you have gotten to see so far, next time you find yourselves here we shall repast in my Keep, but I assure you that the food and wine here is top quality. In fact, Montagne Chambliss, the owner, is a distant cousin of mine by marriage. He claims to have been to La Salon Ecarlate before Morrigan, and is most happy to have you here as his guest."
He quickly turned back to Eleniel as he remembered something important.
"By the way, my brothers thank you for the box of cookies, I think they lasted about a day. Never seen something disappear so fast in my life. They also made a couple of rather...ribald comments about the type of...cookies I was receiving, but let's not dwell on that."
|
|
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.
-------------------------------
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.
-------------------------------
Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
|
Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Jun 30, 2016 17:08:52 GMT -8
"Neither of us are very good about being open with our emotions.. that's a burden they managed to avoid bearing." She chuckled at Zaræn's words, then looked over at Nicolas and Len as they greeted each other. Aww, he kissed her cheek. How cute! A brow quirked upward as Nicolas said the owner of the vineyards had been to her establishment, and a grin appeared on her face.
"Is that so? Well then, he clearly has good taste, and I'm most eager to sample his wares. Please, monsieur, lead the way." She leaned back into Zaræn, then on impulse, tilted her head up and kissed him quickly. Just a brief, passionate peck. Didn't want to distract him too much when he was guiding this potentially deadly beast, after all.
|
|
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.
-
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.
-
Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
|
Post by Zaræn Viddik on Jun 30, 2016 17:46:00 GMT -8
"I suppose amour."
Zaræn says with a grin. It was certainly true they had, had a lot of trouble expressing their feelings. Still they had gotten much better at the whole feelings thing. When Nicolas finally deigns to acknowledge their existence he waves.
"Nicolas, mon ami! Good to see you."
He kicks the horse into movement setting them towards the vineyard. After Morrigan kisses him he buries his face into her hair. He did love this woman, it took him a long time to realize it, but he did.
|
|
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.
----------------------------
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.
----------------------------
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
|
Post by Eleniel Windsong on Jun 30, 2016 18:08:44 GMT -8
Len blushed, but couldn't help giving Nicolas a beaming grin when he graced her with that kiss. She'd wanted to do the same, but wasn't sure it was proper. In a dark club where they could be somewhat anonymous was one thing.. but this was in broad daylight, with people around who knew very well who both of them were. She was pleased beyond words that he'd made such an open show of his affection in front of others, and she took advantage of the moment to reach out and grasp his hand, giving it a quick, meaningful squeeze as her grey eyes met his, and a warm smile appeared on her face.
"I'm glad they enjoyed the cookies, although if those are the kinds of comments they're going to be making, perhaps I'll fill the next batch with enough ground chili pepper to make them reconsider their words." Her tone was completely deadpan, but her eyes gleamed with playful mischief. Once Nicolas began leading them toward their ultimate destination, she guided Oerin up so that she was at his side, not wanting to be further away from him than she absolutely had to be. She'd missed him terribly, after all, and it was wonderful just to be back in his company. As they rode, she looked around, her expression painted with happiness and a mild awe.
"I know next to nothing about wine or vineyards, but the scenery certainly is picturesque and lovely."
|
|
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
|
Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jul 1, 2016 2:17:34 GMT -8
He laughed at the thought of his brothers eating those cookies.
"They would probably not even care until it was time to use the bathroom, couple of gluttonous hogs is what they are, they are already larger than I am, in every direction. But that is good, means they are healthy!"
He led the group up the long, winding path from the front gate of the vineyards towards the main building. The path was lined with thorn roses of all colors, and beyond them was row upon row of grapevines.
"I would be inclined to agree with you wholeheartedly Eleniel. Monsieur Chambliss's ancestors put their vineyards on the second-prettiest spot in Arcoux."
Second-prettiest only because he was currently gazing at the prettiest spot in Arcoux, which to his mind was wherever she happened to be.
|
|
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.
-------------------------------
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.
-------------------------------
Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
|
Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Jul 1, 2016 12:01:05 GMT -8
"Yes, very lovely, indeed."
Morrigan smirked as she watched Nicolas and Eleniel. They were so twitterpated with each other it wasn't even funny. Except it was very funny, and she had to bite back a laugh, though that didn't stop her from giggling. This was going to be too easy! She continued to look around curiously as they traveled, eager to see their ultimate destination.
|
|
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.
-
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.
-
Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
|
Post by Zaræn Viddik on Jul 1, 2016 15:19:36 GMT -8
Zaræn rests his chin upon Morrigan's shoulder. He watches the couple ahead lips pursed in silent musing. They were hardly being bashful at all! It seemed all the planning he and his amour had done was unnecessary. Zaræn was fairly certain that he and Morrigan could leave now and not be noticed. It would take something rather big to draw Len and Nicolas's attention from each other. Of course he did have something big planned. Not for that reason, but just in general. Tilting his head and whispering into Morrigan's ear he says in a low voice.
"Amour, I begin to suspect our meddling is unneeded."
|
|
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.
----------------------------
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.
----------------------------
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
|
Post by Eleniel Windsong on Jul 1, 2016 17:57:06 GMT -8
"There is a place prettier than here? I would like to see that. Not that your home isn't on a lovely location, but it's more the fairytale charm, whereas this is so.. pastoral. Not that there's anything wrong with either, it's just two very different kinds of appeal, and your castle is so majestic, but this is more cozy and--" She was babbling, and when she realized that fact, Len shut up with an embarrassed smile, covering one flushed cheek with a slender hand as she rode beside Nicolas. Then she laughed softly, and lowered her voice, the words meant for him alone.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ramble like that. I feel so nervous, for some reason." Part of her had been afraid that, despite the letters they'd exchanged (and the box of variously-flavored tarts she'd sent him), his affections may have dimmed. Even seeing him again hadn't entirely put those fears to rest, she supposed.
|
|
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
|
Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jul 1, 2016 21:53:05 GMT -8
"There is no need to be nervous around me Eleniel. After all, the whole point is to get to know each other better, and you are not a nervous person!"
He then smiled warmly at her, realizing she had not caught on to what he had said earlier. He reached one hand to guide Oerin a bit closer so he could lean over, his voice matching hers in its low volume.
"There is a place that is far prettier, and it happens to be wherever you are standing. Of course I suppose that would also make this the firstand secind prettiest spot in Arcoux. Hardly seems fair now does it?"
|
|
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.
-------------------------------
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.
-------------------------------
Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
|
Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Jul 1, 2016 23:14:20 GMT -8
"I believe you are absolutely correct, my love. We'll certainly have to find a way to escape once the business is done so that we can leave them to their pleasure.. and we can go seek ours." This was purred playfully at Zaræn as they rode along, but she had an ear turned toward the couple up ahead. Apparently neither of them were aware of just how keen her hearing was, and the Fae was unable to stop from laughing softly at Eleniel's babbling, followed by her apology, and then Nicolas' sweet words. Her brows shot up, and she murmured to Zaræn as they continued along.
"I'll give him this, the Duke certainly is suave, in a charmingly sweet sort of way. Not my thing, but it seems to be doing quite the number on your little Elven friend. Goodness. I wonder how long it'll take them to tumble into bed?" Then she paused, and got a semi-horrified look, before glancing over her shoulder at Zaræn. "You don't think he's going to be one of those painfully noble types and insist on marrying her before bedding her, do you?"
|
|
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.
-
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.
-
Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
|
Post by Zaræn Viddik on Jul 2, 2016 9:42:56 GMT -8
"If he's seriously considering marriage he might. The gentry take the whole propriety thing rather seriously. Though he is a Duke he might be able to get away with it."
Zaræn says thoughtfully, his arms still wrapped around Morrigan. He had also picks up the other couples, except what Nicolas had whispered. They were certainly sweet together, though he hopes they get to business soon. He is beginning to feel like a third wheel, even if he has a fourth to keep him company.
|
|
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.
----------------------------
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.
----------------------------
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
|
Post by Eleniel Windsong on Jul 2, 2016 13:46:58 GMT -8
"No, you're right, I'm not. I'm just being silly. Which is not an uncommon occurrence, just so you're forewarned." She gave him a playful smile, then looked a mixture of curious and surprised when Nicolas leaned over to grab Oerin's bridle and guide the horse closer. Unable to help herself, Eleniel leaned in toward him as well, and a deep flush filled her features when she heard his words. Before he could pull away, she turned her head and raised a hand, framing his cheek with the appendage, then swooped in and gave him a quick, soft kiss on the lips. Then she was pulling back, her eyes filled with happiness and affection as a beaming smile appeared on her face.
"That's very sweet of you to say. I'll have to properly repay you for the compliment.. later. When there are no prying eyes to see." A touch of mischief entered her tone as she made that promise. Oh yes. She was planning on kissing him silly as soon as they could find an out of the way corner to disappear into for a few minutes.
|
|
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
|
Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jul 2, 2016 17:35:53 GMT -8
It was his turn to blush as she said that, though the mischievous tone made him wonder what exactly they would be doing so far from prying eyes. Prying eyes reminded him that he did in fact have other guests to attend to.
"My apologies Morrigan and Zaraen. I found myself distracted, I do not mean to ignore my guests. After all, you two are the reason we are here. That I get to see Eleniel, as important as that is to me, is secondary to the focus here, namely supplying your establishments with the Chambliss Signature Sparkling Wine. Ah! Here we are now!"
The Chateau stood in all its glory upon the vine-wreathed hilltop at the end of the path in front of them. A rather portly man stood on the steps, waving joyfully at them.
|
|
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.
-------------------------------
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.
-------------------------------
Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
|
Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on Jul 2, 2016 18:02:14 GMT -8
"No need to apologize, Nicolas. I will admit that watching you two be all fluttery over each other is vastly entertaining." The Fae woman chuckled, but looked forward eagerly. Morrigan breathed a sigh of relief as soon as the chateau came into view, and once Zaræn had reined the horse to a halt, she slid down off its back in the closest thing she ever came to gracelessness. Idly dusting off the pale pink wool of her dress, she cast a mistrustful look at the equine, and waited only long enough for Zaræn to join her before approaching the vintner with a wide smile.
"Bonjour, monsieur. Lord Soult has been singing your praises, and I'm most pleased to meet you. I understand you're a fan of my little establishment, hm?"
|
|
