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 5, 2016 17:58:59 GMT -8
Zaræn had been about to ask why wait until they were home to celebrate. Tragically Morrigan yelled out alerting him to their peeping Toms. The bar tender is fairly certain Len would turn a permanent shade of red, if she knew he and Morrigan did what he had wanted to suggest. Instead he turns his attention to the hidden lord and elf.
"Yes come out congratulate us and the let's find poor Chambliss. As I am sure you can imagine Morrigan and I have celebrating we'd like to get to! But alas we must finish business first."
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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 18:29:31 GMT -8
"Yes, you're probably--" She cut off abruptly as Morrigan called out to them, and Len's cheeks turned bright red. Caught in the act! She laughed softly and smiled up at Nicolas. "..right. But it appears we've been caught." Moving to peer around the corner at the newly-engaged pair, she gave them a beaming grin, her eyes alight with happiness.
"Congratulations, you two! I had no idea things were that serious, but I do hope you'll let me make your cake." Her tone was entirely teasing. She couldn't care one whit if they had a cake or not or if they asked her to make it - she was just happy for them! Leading Nicolas around the corner, she released his hand once they were closer so that she could embrace Zaræn and give him a kiss on each cheek, whispering in his ear.
"She's perfect for you. I wish you an eternity of happiness." Drawing back from her closest friend, she then turned to embrace Morrigan and gape over the ring. "Oh my goodness! This is positively lovely! Look at all the differently colored stones. Absolutely magnificent. It suits you wonderfully, Morrigan."
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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 19:06:43 GMT -8
"They know you very well it would seem Eleniel."
He followed next to her, grinning wide for the couple, it was such a happy moment for them, and the mood was infectious. He caught a glimpse of Montagne over Zaraen's shoulder and pointed to his ring finger. Montagne understood immediately and would make the preparations for a congratulatory toast.
He walked over to Zaraen while Eleniel gaped over thr ring and clapped him on the shoulder, grasping the man's hand with his other.
"Congratulations my friend, I wish you two all the happiness in the world. Its a beautiful ring indeed!"
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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 19:17:36 GMT -8
Morrigan chuckled at the effusive congratulations of the Elf, and grinned as she heard the words Eleniel whispered to Zaræn. Ah, yes, she definitely liked this girl. She was so young and sweet. When the blonde came to coo over her ring, the Fae just grinned wider, admiring the spectacular piece of jewelry herself. How could she not? It was perfect, and absolutely gorgeous.
"I've always said Zaræn has exquisite taste in all things. Including jewelry, apparently." She cast her lover - no, her fiance now, how odd that was to think - a loving smile, then hooked her arm through Len's and began to lead the woman in the direction Chambliss had gone.
"Come now, I believe we've made poor Monsieur Chambliss wait long enough. By the way, you simply must tell me who made that blue gown you wore last week, Eleniel, it looked amazing on you and I'd love to have someone with such skill make my wedding dress." She was planning already, and roping poor Len into it to boot! She was so happy that it nearly hurt, joyous yellow and vivid loving purple constantly warring for dominance in her mahogany curls.
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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 6, 2016 13:38:14 GMT -8
Zaræn simply grins and returns Len's embrace. Nicolas' handshake is returned warmly and Zaræn says in a voice of feigned humility.
"It is a wonderful ring, non? Definitely one of my better works."
Morrigan's words produce a laugh and quick grope of her behind.
"And of course women amour!"
Then he wrapped an arm around her hip and walked them back to the main path. It was time to indulge in some wine, so they could get on with indulging in sweeter things.
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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 6, 2016 13:47:15 GMT -8
"You made that? I knew you were talented, Zaræn, but not that talented." Len's eyes were so round as she said that, they seemed fit to fall out of her skull. When Zaræn's arm slid around Morrigan, the Elf extracted herself from the Fae's grasp and retreated back to Nicolas, instead tucking her hand into the curve of his arm. Much as she liked the other woman (albeit she was far more bold than Eleniel had the courage to be), she'd come here to see Nicolas.. not them. Watching the engaged pair go, she then looked up at the man beside her and smiled brightly.
"I know you had no idea this was going to happen, but I feel like I should thank you for giving them the perfect location for such an important event. Proposals should always be something you'll remember for the rest of your life." Blushing as she said this, she looked away from him and gave him a gentle tug, following the other pair toward where Chambliss was waiting for them. Len spoke from experience: Although it had been more than a century ago, she remembered when Tomas had asked her to marry him. There had been no ring, no beautiful scenery.. just the two of them in a hayloft, the moon shining through the open window, and a question she'd never expected. Shaking aside those memories, she smiled as she walked.
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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 6, 2016 14:49:39 GMT -8
Lord Soult laid his hand on top her and gave her a wide smile as she walked next to him.
"I am happy that they chose this location to do it. Arcoux holds a special place in my heart, and I love when it hold the same for other people as well."
By this point they were at the table, still laid out as it was prior to the proposal, with one exception. Where Zaraen and Morrigan were to sit was an antique bottle of the Chambliss Sparkling Wine, with a little bow and a note that said "Congratulations!" Montagne Chambliss himself was standing to one side with a wide grin on his face.
"Please sit down! And congratulations on the engagement my new friends! The bottle is a keepsake, saved just for soecial occasions as it is from a batch about 35 years ago now I think, not much of it left!"
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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 6, 2016 15:02:03 GMT -8
Morrigan looked startled, and barely even noticed Eleniel leaving - instead she looked down at the ring on her hand, then up at Zaræn. Why hadn't it occurred to her that he made the ring himself? Now that she thought about it, it made perfect sense. He was an amazing blacksmith, she knew that much. She just never thought he'd make a ring for her. Her eyes softened, and just before they came to the table, she reached up and caressed his cheek, murmuring softly.
"This is the most wonderful thing I've ever received. I'll treasure it always." Her eyes - and the dominance of purple coloring in her hair - said what she didn't: 'I love you, Zaræn Viddik.' With the tender moment passed, she turned to look at Chambliss with a bright smile, laughing quietly at his words.
"Merci beaucoup, Monsieur Chambliss. Thirty-five years, you say? I can't wait to sample it." Sliding into a chair, she peered at the bottle curiously, as though she could see the quality of the wine through the bottle.
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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 6, 2016 18:59:08 GMT -8
Zaræn smiles at Morrigan's words. He doesn't tell her that was why he made it. So that she would always have something beautiful to remember him by. So that when he was gone his eternal love would remember him. Part of him regrets this choice, knowing that it will only end in heart ache for her. But, he hopes that the scant few years of joy he can give her will make up for that. He sits down next to Morrigan and smiles at Chambliss.
"Merci, monsieur. I am quite thrilled with my choice. After all, it is rare that one can say they are marrying the most enchanting woman in the world, n'est ce pas?"
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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 6, 2016 19:20:52 GMT -8
Eleniel smiled at the pair, her heart filled with joy for the both of them. Then her gaze drifted up to Nicolas. Would she ever know that kind of love and togetherness with him? She was really beginning to hope so. Just looking up at him made her stomach flutter with a mixture of emotions, a deep affection, desire, and nervousness above all. She wanted to kiss him, and wake up in his arms, and... Mentally shaking those thoughts aside, she moved to take a seat at the table, looking at the spread laid out before them with great interest.
"This looks amazing, Monsieur Chambliss. What would you recommend we start with?" Once Nicolas was seated (undoubtedly beside her.. they were veritably joined at the hip), she'd reach over and take his hand with hers, simply for the joy of being able to touch him. She lamented when this day would be over and she would have to return home, alone, forced to be satisfied with nothing but letters until she could see him again. She had to wonder if this drive they felt to be in each others' presence as much as possible would ever fade.
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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 7, 2016 6:53:04 GMT -8
Montagne Chambliss grinned as he responded to the man's statement. As he spoke he would walk around the table and expertly pour a glass of sparkling wine into each person's cup.
"It is a rare occurrence in a man's life to say such a thing, although I daresay all the men here could argue for days on who that woman was and not come to a conclusion, each one of us convinced we are right."
When he was done pouring he sat down at his seat next to Lord Soult, and began to explain what he had just poured.
"Now my friends, what I have poured for you is a starter wine. Young in age and having only spent a couple of years in fresh barrels. In each barrel is placed a single peach, and we allow it to dissolve naturally, which gives the wine a sweetness perfect to begin one's meal with, or enjoy on a fresh spring day yes?"
Lord Soult grinned at the man and enjoyed the speech, he had heard it many times before, had actually learned about wine from this man during a summer spent here as a youth. This meant his attention was almost entirely focused on Eleniel. He enjoyed watching her, every expression on he face something to be treasured for all time. He would be sad to see her go this evening, although if he could drag it out long enough, maybe convince her to stay at his keep for the night. Not in his bedchambers of course, but he had plenty of guest rooms available, and then he could see her off in the morning after enjoying breakfast together.
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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 7, 2016 10:23:28 GMT -8
Zaræn's words earned him a look from Morrigan that was overflowing with love, and she reached over to find his hand and thread her fingers with his, giving them a gentle squeeze. Spirits, but she loved this man. How had it been that once upon a time, she'd thought her kind couldn't even feel love? And now here she was, engaged - to a mortal, no less - and ready to spend the rest of her life with him. Or.. well.. his life. The reminder that Zaræn had perhaps half a century left in him filled her with terror, which then gave Morrigan a resolve that was reflected in the abrupt flash of steely coloration through her hair. No. She would not spend an eternity without Zaræn. She would find a way to either extend his lifespan.. or shorten her own. Withdrawn from these thoughts by the pouring of wine, Morrigan turned her attention to the beverage being offered, and picked up the glass to first sniff at the contents, and then sip them curiously. Her expression immediately following this was one of pleasure.
"Crisp and sweet. The bubbles only enhance the flavors. Absolutely delightful." She was already thinking of what dishes this would be best paired with. Fish. Or something light and savory, like chicken.
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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 7, 2016 13:18:45 GMT -8
"Mmmm I suppose you are right Monsieur Chambliss. Though I imagine some would be arguing out of fear for what would happen if they didn't."
Zaræn mused idly. He had known many men who had claimed their wives the most beauteous of them all. Even when it was provably false. He would never have to force himself to argue though. He had known, in every sense of the word, many beautiful women in his time. Morrigan though was the most beautiful, not just in looks, but in spirit. He absently sips at his wine. It was a curious concoction, one he'd have to try and replicate aspects of. Some of it could be good in other things.
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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 7, 2016 13:50:58 GMT -8
Len listened with rapt attention as Chambliss spoke about the wine, and she ducked her head to watch as the liquid was poured into the glass in front of her, watching the bubbles with a smile on her face and an expression of nearly childlike wonder and excitement. Picking the glass up, she sipped at the beverage therein and immediately giggled as the bubbles tickled her nose, lowering the glass so that she could rub at her now-itchy nose with delicate fingers. That was about the time that she realized Nicolas was looking at her, and she blinked at him, before a blush tinged her cheeks and she glanced away shyly.
"The bubbles tickle.." It was said in a tone that was nearly one of apology, and it was clear she was embarrassed, both by her response and by the fact that he was watching her. "It's absolutely delicious, Monsieur Chambliss. I love how sweet it is without overpowering the other flavors."
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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 8, 2016 3:32:23 GMT -8
"Glad to hear that you like it! And it would seem the first appetizer has arrived."
Although this was a wine-tasting, at Lord Soult's request they were being fed as well. A steaming plate of grilled pineapple and chicken skewers came out next, light and refreshing and a good complement to the wine.
Lord Soult sat back and watched, overjoyed that they were enjoying it. All exports from his fief were taxed, and he had numerous public works projects in his head that needed funding.
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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 8, 2016 10:33:23 GMT -8
Eleniel's reaction was endlessly entertaining, and made Morrigan chuckle. No wonder the poor man was so smitten with her - she was adorable. Sipping at the wine again, she perked up at the scent of food reaching her nose, and set the glass aside to tuck into the skewers with interest. She'd discovered pineapple upon her arrival in this realm and had an odd love-hate relationship with the fruit - she loved the way it tasted, but hated the fact that it usually ended up giving her heartburn.
"Mm, these flavors work exceptionally well together. I'll have to make a note of that.." The last half of that was muttered almost absently as she popped another piece of chicken delicately into her mouth.
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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 8, 2016 13:21:39 GMT -8
Zaræn chuckles at Len's reaction, the elf was certainly cute. Sampling his own wine again he found that it paired excellently with the chicken. Not so well with the pineapple, as the two sweet flavors clashed slightly. Still it seemed to be a trend with Gauldish people. Ever since they had annexed Carmela Island and it's pineapple farms, many had grown to love the fruit.
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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 8, 2016 13:37:49 GMT -8
Pineapple. She preferred using it in cake, but it was perfectly good outside of cake, too. Len popped a piece of grilled chicken into her mouth and glanced over at Nicolas, then set the skewer down and leaned closer to him.
"You're being awfully quiet. What's going on in that head of yours?" She was smiling as she spoke, in a voice meant just for his ears, and her eyes were sparkling. How could it be that she barely knew this man, and yet she adored him so? Shouldn't she be afraid that things were moving too fast? Perhaps.. but she couldn't bring herself to be. She was just.. too happy. And that happiness showed. There was no hiding it.
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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 10, 2016 15:13:16 GMT -8
Montagne sat back, allowing them to further sate their thirst and hunger as they spoke. This would hopefully let the taste of the first wine dissipate, and then he could bring out another for them to try. The two friends of Nicolas certainly seemed to be having a good time, which was good news for what was already a booming business of his. Getting their patronage of his wine would help it spread beyond Arcoux, and further enrich his pockets, allowing the winery to expand. Yes, today was shaping up to be a very good day.
Lord Soult leaned over and kissed her softly on the cheek, a reassuring gesture to indicate that all was well with him, and that he was as happy as he could be with her.
"A lot, per usual Eleniel. But they are unrelated to the present and to you, for now at least they are not your concern. And Mr. Chambliss already knows my opinion of his wines, so I did not see the need to present them to him again."
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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 10, 2016 15:27:08 GMT -8
Morrigan glanced toward the other couple, then smiled and glanced at Zaræn. Finishing off the skewer on her plate, she reached over and took her fiance's hand as the other was used to prop her chin up, her elbow on the table.
"So, Monsieur Chambliss, I'm very interested in the history of your vineyards. Please, do tell me more."
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