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 Jul 2, 2016 18:23:17 GMT -8
Zaræn cast his eyes to Morrigan, before looking to Nicolas. He gave the man a sly smile. A smile that said he knew exactly what it was like to have your attention captured by an inhuman beauty. He let Morrigan slip of the horse, before following. He of course managed it with perfect grace. There was nothing Zaræn would ever be seen doing less than perfectly. Mostly because he avoided things he didn't excel at. He returns the jovial man's wave and smiles. He is eager to try new alcohol, haw always was. That was the reason he brewed his own.
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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 2, 2016 18:47:59 GMT -8
Hearing Morrigan call them 'fluttery' and 'entertaining' made her blush, and she shot a good-natured glare after the other woman as she dismounted and approached the vintner. Reining to a halt, Eleniel slid down off of Oerin's back and then moved around to the horse's head, tapping his nose with a gentle finger.
"You behave yourself." The tap was followed up with a gentle kiss to his soft nose, then she turned away from him. Waiting for Nicolas to dismount, once he was unencumbered and had a hand free, she closed the space between them and casually took his hand. It was just a simple gesture, the most basic of affectionate contact, but it clearly made her exceptionally happy. Should he happen to glance at her, she'd smile widely and give a small shrug.
"I missed being able to touch you. This is nice."
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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 Jul 3, 2016 8:27:26 GMT -8
Lord Soult got off of his horse, wincing slightly as he put weight in his left leg again. He walked with a slight emphasis on his right leg as he embraced the pudgier man.
"Montagne! It is good to see you again! Might I introduce to you Ms. Morrigan da Silverlain, Mr. Zaraen Viddik, and of course, Ms. Eleniel Windsong."
He intertwined his fingers with hers as he spoke, giving her hand a slight squeeze in acknowledgement of her words.
Montagne Chambliss returned Lord Soult's embrace then stepped back and bowed to his guests. He seemed a jovial sort, a near permanent smile always on his face. He was well-tanned from working in the vineyard, hints of muscle showing through the pudge.
"It is a pleasure to meet you all. Yes Ms. da Silverlain, I am a huge fan of your establishment, in fact my whole family is. My daughter met my son-in-law there even. It is an honor to have you bere to sample my wine."
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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 Jul 3, 2016 12:48:09 GMT -8
"Did she now? Well, nice to know I'm bringing people together. I look forward to sampling your wares." She twined her arm through Zaræn's and gave the pudgy man a bright smile. Her gaze flicked briefly toward Nicolas and Eleniel, watching the two of them with great amusement.
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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 Jul 3, 2016 14:18:26 GMT -8
"A pleasure monsieur. It is nice to meet another man that understands the joy of creating intoxicants."
Zaræn greats Chambliss with a cheery wave. He lets Morrigan thread her arm through his, happy to have her so close. He is eager to sample the wine and slip away though. The lord and the elf were a cute couple and they would clearly be getting together. What little work he and Morrigan had to do there was already done.
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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 3, 2016 14:28:51 GMT -8
Those sharp Elven eyes definitely caught Nicolas favoring his leg, and her brow furrowed. Before she could question him, though, she was being introduced to the man, and a wide smile curved her lips. Eleniel inclined her head in a respectful nod then spoke in her usual cheery manner.
"A pleasure to meet you, Monsieur Chambliss. Thank you very much for having us here today. Your vineyards are exceedingly lovely."
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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 Jul 4, 2016 12:57:17 GMT -8
Montagne Chambliss partially bowed to his guests before turning around to lead them up the steps. Once at the top of the steps, they would be presented with a wrap-around porch, and rather than lead them inside he started to lead them around the right side of the chateau. From up here they would be able to see out across the whole vineyard.
"Come my friends, we shall do the tasting on the back patio, it is too beautiful a day to be stuck inside!"
Lord Soult made his way slowly up the stairs after Montagne, doing his best to take the steps as normal, but unable to hide the slight wince at every other step. The wince would be accompanied by a slight squeeze of Eleniel's hand.
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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 Jul 4, 2016 15:20:29 GMT -8
Morrigan's sharp eyes caught a number of things at once: Most notably Nicolas' attempt to hide his pain and limp, and Eleniel's seeing through it and obvious concern. She glanced at Zaræn, gestured toward the lovebirds indicatively, then spoke aloud as she tugged her lover past the pair.
"Why don't you two take a moment to catch up in private? Zaræn and I will charm Monsieur Chambliss well enough on our own for a few minutes, I promise you." She cast a wink over her shoulder at the pair, then continued to pull Zaræn along with her until they were caught up with Chambliss, and she began engaging him in discussion - mostly about what kind of grapes he grew, what type of barrels he stored his wines in, how long he let them age. Things that he and Zaræn could talk about for hours, no doubt. The perfect distraction.
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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 Jul 4, 2016 15:31:08 GMT -8
Well that was easier than expected. Barely hear ten minutes and they already got the two love birds alone. Which meant he could finally do his own thing. Walking along with Chambliss he waited until they were far enough away before pulling Morrigan aside. The poor winemaker would find himself bereft of his lord and his potential business partner. At least for a time at any rate. He and Morrigan would catch up as soon as he is done. "Sorry four pulling you aside amour. I just had something I wanted to give you in private. This seems like as good a time as any." Then without pomp or circumstance he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a ring. He just grins at her waiting for her to put two and two together. |
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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 4, 2016 15:41:16 GMT -8
Eleniel cast a thankful look toward Morrigan and Zaræn as they walked ahead, and then she gently pulled Nicolas to a stop once they'd fully mounted the stairs. The smile faded from her face and her grey eyes searched his features with open concern, her voice soft as she spoke - both to convey that she wasn't angry, and so that no one else would overhear.
"Nicolas, what happened? And don't tell me nothing - I saw the blood on your sword hilt when we rode up, and now you're limping." Her voice was gently pleading, begging him to confide in her.. and especially not to lie to her. The fragile trust of their budding relationship would be completely lost if he lied to her in this moment.
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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 Jul 4, 2016 18:06:32 GMT -8
Montagne Chambliss only grinned, he minded not that they were taking a moment to be alone. He had been young and fully of fiery passion once too, and so he took the opportunity to ensure that everything was perfect on the tables before sotting down with his back to the vineyards. The table was circular, and oriented in such a way that everyone but him would have a clear view of the vineyard as they ate and drank.
Lord Soult grimaced as she asked about what happened. He thought he had cleaned the sword thoroughly, and hidden the limp quite well. Apparently he was wrong, or she was just that in tune with him now. Either way, he wasn't hiding anything from her, just trying to keep her from worrying. He looked her right in those beautiful eyes as he spoke the truth of what happened, his tone low and slightly apologetic.
"It is nothing to be worried about my dear. Turns out that bandits we sought the day we first met did actually exist. We tracked them down late yesterday and brought them to battle. They refused to surrender and so we were forced to draw steel upon them. The leader's axe got a good hit onto my leg, my armor spared me most of it, but I still walked away with a sizeable gash in my leg. My surgeon says I should make a full recovery within the next couple of months."
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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 Jul 4, 2016 18:26:18 GMT -8
"Zaræn, what are you doing, we're supposed.. to..." Her words trailed off as she looked down and saw the ring her lover was holding. Morrigan looked confused, and the color of her hair reflected it, as did the tone of her melodic voice.
"Zaræn, it's absolutely lovely, but why are you giving me a ring? I mean not that I'll deny it, that's for sure, but you've never given me jewelry, and a ring such as this isn't given for no reason." She reached out and lightly brushed the tip of her index finger across the rainbow of gemstones and the prominent diamond. Curious. Diamonds were precious on this plane and quite expensive. He must've spent a fortune having this thing created - it was too unique to be anything other than a custom creation. She was infinitely curious as to why he was giving her this amazing one-of-a-kind ring.
"It's not my birthday.. is it some sort of holiday that I missed? Should I be giving you a gift as well? Or is this some mortal tradition that I haven't learned about yet?"
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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 Jul 4, 2016 19:09:44 GMT -8
Zaræn blinks in surprise. That was not the reaction he expected. It takes him only a minute to realize that the Fae must do thing differently. Chuckling her grabs her and pulls her into and embrace. He takes a quick kiss then spins her around. He rest his chin on her shoulder and takes her left hand in his. The ring held in his right hand is brought over to the third finger on her left hand. It hovers there, he is ready to slip it on, but waits. He whispers into her ear, voice filled with tender emotion.
"Amour, I am asking you to marry me. This is how we mortals do it. We give the one we love a ring."
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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 4, 2016 19:44:20 GMT -8
Her expression softened, and the concern didn't fade, but she did reach up with her free hand and cup his cheek. Rising up on her toes, Eleniel pressed her lips against his, giving Nicolas a sweet kiss that lasted for several long moments. Breaking the kiss, she dropped back to her usual unimpressive height and looked up at him, stroking his jaw with gentle fingers.
"I appreciate you not wanting to worry me, but in the future, please, don't hesitate to tell me about these things. I'd much rather know for certain than be left wondering.. I tend to imagine the worst. Now, let's catch up to the others, hm?"
A beaming smile appeared on her face, and then she was tugging Nicolas off in the direction the other three had gone.. only to come to a stop when she spotted Zaræn and Morrigan just ahead of them around the corner, his arms wrapped around the Fae woman, and... Was that a ring glinting in the light?! She half-hid behind the corner, peering around it at the couple with an excited grin. Then her pointed ears caught Zaræn's words. He was proposing to her! It was so sweet, she had to clap her free hand over her mouth to stifle an 'Awww'. She was so happy for them!
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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 Jul 5, 2016 2:28:40 GMT -8
He put his hand on the back of her head as they kissed, enjoying the sensation he had so missed for these past couple of weeks. It was with some disappointment that she broke off the kiss, but her eyes promised more, and so he was content.
"It wasn't so much a hesitation as it was not the first thing I wanted to say to you when I first saw you again."
Of course what he had said wasn't the first thing he had wanted to say either, but it had not felt...right, to say it at such a time. And he may have slightly chickened out. Regardless, there would be a better opportunity for that than when he first saw her again.
"I am not certain what is worse than some lowlife taking a chunk...what is it?"
Had Eleniel not hid behind the corner, he would likely have walked right into the pair, and spoiled the moment. As it was he didn't catch the sight of the ring, and was too late to see Zaraen on one knee.
"Eleniel, what is going on?"
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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 Jul 5, 2016 10:35:10 GMT -8
Morrigan laughed softly as she was pulled in, kissed, and then promptly spun around. Zaræn was being very playful today, and she didn't mind one bit. Leaning back into him, her ear twitched as she heard the words spoken so near to it, and she looked down at the ring curiously. What was the significance of that particular finger? This was all pointing to some strange mortal custom, and she was quite intrigued as to what it was he was doing. Then his words sank in and Morrigan's eyes rounded, her hair shot through with surprised color.. and then it flooded with mixed vivid pink and dark violet. He wanted to marry her? A tumult of emotions galumphed through Morrigan's heart, but love and passion were most prevalent.. and then joy appeared, tossing bright yellow into the mix of her locks as she grinned and bounced on her toes.
"Well stop teasing me and put the thing on my finger, already! Of course I'll marry you, you wonderful man!" The moment he acquiesced her request, Morrigan spun around and flung her arms about Zaræn's neck, kissing him passionately without a care in the world to who might be able to see. She hadn't expected this in a million years, but it felt right. Zaræn was the perfect man for her.
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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 Jul 5, 2016 10:58:03 GMT -8
Zaræn wasn't surprised, though he 2qs slightly relieved, when Morrigan agreed. He slips the ring on her finger and before he can do anything her arms are around his neck, her lips to his. He falls into the kiss with a wild abandon. Enjoying this first moment, the moment where he officially said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Even if she wouldn't spend the rest of her life with him.
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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 5, 2016 11:29:21 GMT -8
Eleniel watched with wide eyes and an eager expression as Morrigan finally realized what Zaræn was doing, then accepted his proposal. Stifling a squeak behind her hand, she drew back and turned to look up at Nicolas, letting her hand fall to reveal a beaming grin as she answered his question in a whisper - she didn't want the engaged couple to overhear, after all! This was their moment, and Eleniel wasn't going to take that from them.
"Zaræn just proposed to Morrigan, and she said yes! I had no idea he was going to do that! I'm so happy for them!" Her cheeks were lit with a happy blush, and her eyes sparkled.. although there was a bit of jealousy deep within her. Envy of her best friend's happiness, his deep and loving relationship. Would she ever have that for herself? As she looked up at Nicolas, her smile dimming into a look of realization, it hit her that she may very well have found that very thing.. it just hadn't progressed to that point. The happiness in her gaze was now completely overwhelmed with affection as the smile slowly returned to her face.
"Perhaps we should go congratulate them."
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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 Jul 5, 2016 11:43:09 GMT -8
Lord Soult stood there staring blankly for a moment before smiling wide. Now her behavior made sense, though he wasn't sure how he was supposed to react to this. He hadn't really realized that they weren't married, though it made sense once he thought about it.
"That's so sweet!"
His thoughts paralleled hers as he looked into her eyes, reaffirming the decision he had made the day before. What their friends now had, he wanted that, and more specifically, he wanted it with Eleniel. It was far too soon to do such a thing of course, and he knew that, the waiting would be well worth it if she was the one at the end of the journey.
"Er...they are rather...passionate, usually with no apparent reason. Now they have one, maybe we should give them a moment....or five. Plus I think we should let them tell us what happened before we congratulate them for something they clearly did not want anyone witnessing."
His tone indicated his discomfort with potentially walking into that, althogh he would certainly not object to spending those additional moments alone with Eleniel.
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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 Jul 5, 2016 14:56:40 GMT -8
Morrigan broke the kiss after several very long moments, but her lips didn't go far; they began to trail across Zaræn's jaw toward his ear, and a husky murmur was heard from her as her fingers twisted through his hair, nails gently scratching against his scalp.
"It's a shame we're here for business.. I'd love nothing more than to go home with you and.. celebrate." She nipped playfully at his pulse point, before pulling away with a groan of frustration. Her violet eyes narrowed at him, although the tilt of her lips was mirthful.
"As soon as we can find an excuse to leave, I want to be gone. And you two can stop hiding around the corner now, I know you're there." The second half of that sentence was spoken loudly enough for even Nicolas, with his non-Elven hearing, to hear easily. She smirked and looked over Zaræn's shoulder toward the wall that obscured the other couple from view, a brow arching.
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