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Post by The Kingdom of Gauldin on Sept 5, 2016 9:51:31 GMT -8
 Niréal Magistrates Offices
The local magistrates office for the city of Niréal. It hold a mix of military and civilian law officers. It is here where local trails are held, permits are applied for, and certificates awarded.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157 
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Sept 5, 2016 9:59:09 GMT -8
Aesen was slightly nervous when he entered the magistrate office. Usually he tried to avoid the court houses. Mostly because if he was in them he was in trouble. Today though he'd come willingly. Well mostly willingly he couldn't stop the slight surge of panic passing through the doors. Still in some ways he was grateful for it. The impossible fantasy that someone here would place him under arrest distracted him. Stopped him from being nervous about the real reason he was here. He held Lisere Kestrel's hand in his. Today they were getting married. No ceremony, no pomp, no circumstance. They were standing in line now. Soon they'd be given the marriage certificate and once they had it he'd ask the clerk to witness as the signed. Which under Gauldish law would make them married. |
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154 
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Sept 5, 2016 11:09:55 GMT -8
Lisere was also nervous, although it was mostly an odd blend of elated and disbelieving. She was actually getting married. To someone wonderful and normal who loved her, horns and tail and scaly patches and claws and everything. Despite her anxiety, there was a happiness shining in her silvery eyes as she stood hand-in-hand with Aesen, her tail twitching and flicking behind her. She felt so.. pretty, with her hair down and wearing a simple white dress, because apparently that was the custom on this plane and she wanted to do things in a way that Aesen was familiar with. She kept looking around, waiting for someone to jump out and tell her it was all a joke, or a lie. But then she looked at Aesen, her eyes gazing into his, and she smiled, her heart filled with love. She gave his hand a small squeeze and whispered softly.
"I can't believe this is actually happening."
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Sept 5, 2016 11:18:33 GMT -8
"Well that's good I'd hate to be the only one."
Aesen's response his delivered with dry wit, but a strained smile. He squeezes her hand gently and then it is their turn. Approaching the counter the woman behind the desk looks up. She gives the two a friendly, if tired smile.
"Hello how can I help you?"
Aesen clears his throat and say firmly.
"We'd like a contract of marriage please."
The woman blinks in surprise. She looks at the two of them, lingering on Lisere. The thoughts going through her mind are obvious. Aesen was in a finely made black suit so he must be some nobles son. Lisere was pretty but very exotic. So she figures they must be eloping in defiance of Aesen's family. That isn't her business though.
"Do you have the fee?"
"Yes we do."
Aesen hands over a crisp banknote for the notary fee. The woman takes it makes note of the payment then heads into the back. A few minutes later she comes out with the contract.
"Would you mind witnessing?"
Aesen asks the woman. The woman is only slightly surprised by this. She indicates that she doesn't mind and hands Aesen a pen. The young man signs with a steady hand and then hands it to Lisere.
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Sept 5, 2016 11:27:22 GMT -8
Lisere gave the woman a sunny smile, but for a moment, she thought they weren't going to get the contract. But finally she asked for the fee, and Lisere relaxed, the tension ebbing out of her body. Her heart began to thump loudly within her chest as she returned with the contract, and then Aesen was signing it. She reached out with a hand that shook slightly from nervousness and signed her name carefully, then handed the pen back to the woman. She felt a surge of combined happiness and anxiety bubble up within her that was so strong, she wondered that it didn't come bursting out of her in rays of light, and she had to bite back on a laugh that likely would've sounded a bit hysterical. She looked at Aesen with a silently questioning expression, asking if that was it? Were they married now?
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Sept 5, 2016 11:32:16 GMT -8
The woman took the contract to get a copy made and have it notarized. Well they are waiting Aesen takes Lisere's hand again. He fumbles something from his pocket and slips it on her finger. It is a silver ring set with an amethyst.  "There now you are Mrs. Lisere Kestrel." Then he kisses her. A brief, tender, but loving kiss that promises more to come. Once they are out of the courthouse. The woman returns and hands them their copy of the contract. Declaring them legally married in the eyes of the crown. |
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Sept 5, 2016 11:40:58 GMT -8
Oh, right! The rings. She'd forgotten about that part. Which was funny, considering that Aesen's was sitting on a chain around her neck. Reaching up, Lisere removed the chain from around her neck and then unfastened the clasp, pulling the band off of the silvery length of metal. Before she could put it on Aesen's finger, he was speaking and kissing her, and then she smiled up at him. Just before the woman returned, she slid a similar circle of silver onto Aesen's hand.
Looking back at the woman, Lisere smiled, eyes sparkling, and spoke quietly.
"Thank you." She blushed, and looked down at the ring on her hand. It was so beautiful. Then she looked up at Aesen again. She was ready to go home. Mrs. Lisere Kestrel. She loved the way that sounded.
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