Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on May 5, 2019 12:53:52 GMT -8
Vithkun gave Myra a wry smile to the claim that she could hold her liquor better than him. It may very well prove true but in the end he wasn't happy about being outperformed by the drow - or anyone else for that sake. "I might even take you up on that and we'll see who falls from the bar stool this time..." he said while fondling the cloak when suddenly she moved in close and his hands stopped and gently lowered. He was surprised but he couldn't say that the closeness - however brief it was - didn't feel right. Her warmth and soft smooth skin defied what he knew about her ability to clench a mace within her grasp. She was so caring and Vithkun closed his eyes for a moment as she tucked his hear back dreaming himself away to a time and place where they could do this without considering anything else.
Their eyes would meet and Vithkun felt electrified for a short moment and his heart raced - but it was also a jolt that woke him up and he stepped back at exactly the same time as she did. "We must continue, thanks for putting it right..." Vithkun said although he couldn't help it. "You're brilliant." he added with a smile that showed he meant it in more ways that words could describe.
"I would have been the one to eat the peel? I'm no savage..! Or is that how you view me?" he jested back and took another bite of the delicious meat. Vithkun then nodded and smiled but also shrugged. "The market place is a wonderful area to explore but..." he said and seemed like his eyes found caught something at one of the market stands and he glanced at Myra with a smile. "Wait here please, I'm back in a few seconds!" he said changing his mind about continuing immediately.
As he returned back he would looked around making sure she hadn't attracted too much attention as he was wrapping his hands around something on his back. "I've found... something. A small thing to give you - just a shard of my thanks for your support and trust during our quest." Vithkun said and smiled but not prepared to show his hand yet. "Close your eyes for a moment... it's quite safe." he said and if she did he would proceed to gently take her left hand and with a smooth motion he slid upon her index finger a ring of elven make that was made from an obsidian colored metal that shone a bit like the floor in the dwarven kingdom and a thin ring of pure mithril silver that ran like a band in the middle all the way around to connect on the other side but in intricate and yet soft symmetrical patterns that resembled letters but were not.
"No, no... not yet..!" he insisted if Myra wanted to open her eyes immediately and instead he put his hand gently on the back of her head and placed soft lips on her forehead pressing her kindly towards himself giving her a warm kiss that showed his affection and gratitude towards her. "You may open now..." he said softly and removed his hand and his lips. "I thought it would be a memento of... our unique experiences." Vithkun said with almost a whisper but a tone that showed he was being sincere.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on May 5, 2019 16:41:25 GMT -8
Brilliant, a surprising bit of wording coming from his mouth it improved her mood much from the way they had both removed themselves from being too close. Much too close. His heart might have jolted but hers calmed, it warmed her throughout her chest and flowed throughout her. It was calming and yet energizing to be in his presence for when he looked at her she felt a spark of excitement and yet everything cleared an instant later. "If I left you to your own devices you'd barely cover your head," accepting his compliment with a teasing gesture in return to break some of the tension but she could not continue in such a manner, "Far from it," savage that was.
As he slipped away his excitement kid like she giggled and pulled back into the shadows. She'd finished her spear and had replaced it on the cloth set aside at that particular booth when she'd moved away from them. Attracting attention was the opposite of her goal within the darkness of the shade it made her hoods own dimming quality that much more effective. Leaning against one shoulder she kept her head down and her hands tucked inward. No gloves had been made available for her to cover them with thus far unless they could find some within the market. Before she was revealed as elf friend to all that existed within the Kingdom, and with Vith not by her side, she would do her best to go unnoticed. A trait she focused upon in the human lands first but their level of observation was lacking when compared to elves.
Vith returned with a rather suspicious way of hiding something from her which was quite obvious. So standing empty-handed she crossed them beneath her bosom. Flashing him a brilliant smile simply out of curiosity as he reassured her of the safety of whatever he was asking her to do while insisting she close her eyes, "Alright..." tilting her head slightly her hands lowered and he was able to take her left without issue. Scrunching up her eyes in her curiosity she would almost open them but he had very quickly told her otherwise and she was smiling again, all teeth showing at the oddest of request as he slid the ring along her finger.
"Vith...?"
He kissed her forehead, there was no mistake of the pressure and the sensation and she felt her heart drop into her stomach. His name was not on her lips now but she wished something else to be. Eyelashes flickering they looked to him with such uncertainty before glancing downward. The ring was beautiful. A representation of the places they had been and a mixture of the dark and the light wrapped around one another and rather elegantly done. It fit perfectly as if it were meant to have been placed there.
"It's gorgeous," and it was and she had lost all control of her emotions. The hand curled up against her heart resting over the largest jewel she had ever seen which meant absolutely nothing to her when compared to the thin band of obsidian and silver that her right covered so lightly her thumb brushing over the edge of it, "I've never..."
Stopping before she admitted to what she wanted to say it was the first true gift she'd ever received and she had to blink away a few tears that sparked. Weakness was unacceptable and she attempted to get rid of them by looking upward.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on May 6, 2019 9:48:10 GMT -8
"You like it..?" Vithkun asked excited feeling his heart race. It had been something he did completely intuitively and as such he had not even had time to contemplate it before now and it felt like his heart inflated like a balloon with happiness as she spoke the words he had so hoped to hear her say. "I'm happy it was just the right size..!" Vithkun said and grinned while his restless hands tried to find a place to put themselves for the time being.
"You've never what..?" Vithkun asked with a caring smile and gently tucked her chin level with his index finger looking her deep into her eyes sensing the electric feeling as he felt earlier on the road when she was adjusting his hood. However this time the current didn't kick him away and he felt as if it rather bound him to her as his finger continued downwards before coming to a brief rest on the hand Myra had placed on her chest using his thumb to lightly caress the top of her hand.
"Actually I don't care... These last weeks have shown me so many 'I have nevers' that I would loose my voice if I started reciting them all. All I know is, that you've showed me such trust and unwavering care that they outweigh any gift anyone has ever given me..." he said and frowned slightly. "And there has been a few very expensive ones I can tell you!" he said and chuckled although the chuckle died down as those sparkly clear eyes caught his own again and his lips parted slightly at the marvel.
"Myra... you are so..." he whispered in awe but finding the word for that wholly inadequate as his breathing slowed and pale complexion showed signs of blushing.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on May 6, 2019 17:42:11 GMT -8
“Truly,” she answered in him asking if she liked it. A paperweight coming from him would be admired just as surely as this was but the thought behind it carried it even further. It was as if it carried remnants of the places they had been and the people they had been throughout those very places. He asked and she was about to answer him before he rather boldly continued. Flashing him the same smile his completed her very expectations of him by grandly continuing onward but it wasn’t overtly magnanimous but it felt so. The barriers broken down in how they addressed one another were opposite in full. Before he had been lengthy in word but they meant nothing, now he spoke with purpose, and instead of avoiding speaking to keep the truth from him she openly shared just not in such an extensive manner.
His chuckle rolled through into her a slight, ‘heh’ sound in a breathless sort of laugh that shook her shoulders forward once. He was breathless but she was not, “You have changed much within my opinion not only of you but what elf kind can be. I needed no physical symbol to represent such a thing but to finish my earlier words this is the first gift I have ever truly received. It means all the more that you found value in not material wealth but in me.”
Sad perhaps that he was one of the few to ever see her for who she was but did she not do the same in return? Had she not seen him behind the mask hiding from the world with his brevity and humor. Did she not do so now as she looked to him the hand underneath the one he caressed covering his gently. She needed to step back. To break this contact and the words that flowed from her like honeyed wine but she did not. No matter the circumstances she was caught within his web and should he chose to devour her she might willingly give herself. After all what but true conviction might have brought her into the lions den.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on May 7, 2019 3:43:31 GMT -8
It almost melted his heart hearing what impact he had had on Myra - to think that those few weeks had changed her ideas of what an elf can be completely was hard to believe. Only because he himself had changed his ideas about the drows because of Myra only was he able to contemplate it. "Is it really..?" he said and the reason to her reaction became more and more apparent to him as it slightly tore his heart that no one had ever really embraced this kind, strong willed and just drow in the way she so deserved. Wealth was one thing and as he stood there he could have given her the world and the stars to light it up - but it would not seem sufficient to mend that hurt that had been so unfairly put upon the drow. He looked upon the drow with a soft glance that would almost resemble pity - but it was not. The smile that looked at Myra was that of the elf looking at the one he loved and finally had found the words he so missed.
"I could not even give you the sun and the moon and consider it a gift that spoke of how much I care for you. But if you would let me, I would like to give you the only gift, that can express it..." Vithkun said and leaned closer to Myra as his heart throbbed and his lips gently parted. He knew this was wrong, he knew it would be a source of regret and frustration but... the thoughts that were there to protect him faded and evaporated like the morning dew as his nose touched hers and brushed down to the cheeks while his soft lips slowly touched hers and his hand already holding Myra's ever so gently - but wantingly - squeezed hers and his other hand placed on her hip drawing her closer into a warm and embracing kiss that he had so longed for.
Feeling her softness up close he proceeded slowly although he struggled to hold back but made every attempt draw in the sensation of her sweet smell, the delicate touch of her lips against his and the tender breaths of pleasure enjoying this oasis of love and mutual indulgence under the wraps of the shadow.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on May 7, 2019 8:20:31 GMT -8
Trapped in his eyes, in the gentle nature of his voice as he lowered it to speak to her, in the way that he leaned downward with such purpose overtaking all objections that might have been whispered in better thoughts, in the simple ache that hit her chest begging for release to the pent up emotions and strife they'd placed in one another. What resistance remained reared its ugly head when he said he cared for her, it clasped on with all the strength in the jaws of an alligator tearing flesh and rendering her speechless as it drew her under the water attempting to drown by twirling with such powerful muscles. It fought and begged and careened in the mind's eye of how reason was being abandoned. This could not work, would not work, could never work, and yet for all of its bark and bite and danger the instant that his lips made contact with hers it was silenced. Such irrecoverable silence that it mattered not what might come later because for now the present was worth any price.
He clasped her hand, the other remaining over his instinctively touched his collarbone before slipping around the side of his neck thumb gently placed on his chin. Not resistance but want as her fingers curled on the nape of his neck. No strength made him stay other than his own willpower as they enveloped one another. They had kissed before, once in a drunken state, and again within the waters of the cavern. It had been needy then as both expressed hesitation in an outright attempt to make certain they understood that it was a want. She might have put it to lust for it could have been slaked on the rough shale of the beach.
This was something else.
It was warm and tender and spoke volumes to the actions are louder than words for he held back. Not out of hesitation she believed but to make ascertain she knew this meant so much more. Beautifully unraveling before him no stiffness existed in the way her mouth moved against his, in the way he drew her forward and both fell prey to one another. He smelled of pine and musk, he kissed as if he had everything to lose, and she enamored as she was used what last breath of resistance she carried to kiss him.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on May 7, 2019 22:55:06 GMT -8
Everything seemed to slip away, the mission, the throne, their differences... Everything melted together in this moment where two elves stood in a dark alley and yet all of the before mentioned had to subjugate to the elf and the drow - the moment that stood on the top of the world and left everything else waiting.
The way Myra gave into his kiss was so different from earlier where it had been hesitant - intimate perhaps, but shackled still and for all the wrong reasons. This was different even the tensions Vithkun wore as part of his facade had subsided and were replaced by a strong and confident believe in the two elves being together. So it was not out of duty nor shame that his lips finally parted hers and soft eyes looked into Myra's and his firm hold on her hand and around her waist was as confident now as before - if not not even more so.
"You know I can't do this, Myra..." he said and sighed closing his eyes before opening them again. "I can't replace you for her, that path is just not for me any longer. Having you leave me would break in ways no elf should ever have to experience." he said as his mind quickly raced through the consequences these words spoken would come to have. No stone given to his fiancee would mean no throne - but this could be even worse. The jewel instead given to the drow might have people lose faith in him. He shook his head slightly and tried to get rid of the thoughts for now.
"How about we find a place to get a drink? I know just the right place!" he said and smiled hoping it would keep the future at bay a little while yet and at the same time - if he was right, it would bring them right to their accommodation for the night.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on May 8, 2019 4:29:35 GMT -8
Holding onto what little faith was left in her fate she'd poured it into the very moment he'd drawn her forward, needed him in ways she never thought to need another. He had once been a stranger to her and now what was she considering him to be? A friend, certainly, but something more than that had always been out of the question. It danced around them like a firefly occasionally shining light upon the want of both before concealing itself away again. It was the sort that if it landed on anything else it might truly set fire to it as the name suggested.
He drew back and she was breathless. Breathless and waiting like some sodden wench who had nothing better to do than wait on the word of a man. It was never her role to be portrayed as such and the instant he spoke of being unable to do this the hurt she felt flashed upon her face. Wounded in ways that the physical could never touch it was half betrayal and confusion. He continued, his next line not saving her now guarded glance downward. Why she never drew back from his touch was regretful until he spoke of loss. Unfortunately it was intpreted in the wrong manner. Did he wish her to remain only to be at his side when he called? Beckoned like a theif in the night while he continued onward with his plans? Would she?
He recommended a drink and it gave her some respite as she drew back breaking the contact still unable to focus upon him. Her hands lowered the ring felt like a shackle upon her finger but it also remained. "Sure," she replied attempting to mask some of her own misunderstanding with a forced smile.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on May 8, 2019 22:27:54 GMT -8
It had been the hardest part for Vithkun to tell her, that she was the one he actually wanted to be with and yet... the reaction that emerged was not at all the one he had hoped for nor expected when they had just met like that. Was she having second thoughts? If so he could understand her, yet he hoped for them to change. But perhaps he had been unclear about his intentions and that she did not understand it right? Or maybe, and this was the worst thing, did she try to put him first and was actually trying to make sure Vithkun did not sacrifice his claim to the throne. But what did that matter when he felt like his true queen was not that which gave him access to the throne?
"Myra..." he said as she withdrew back to being unsure of his words for he understood not her true intentions. "I don't know what you're thinking right now, but I can't do this on my own and I can't have you retreating into yourself without knowing, that I'm here for you and I need you to be here for me too... I did not give you that as a parting gift!" he said glancing at the ring and chuckled a bit mirroring her slightly forced smile. "Now we should go, it is only a matter of time before someone notices us and starts wondering why we're lurking in the shadows." he said and nodded towards the exit of the alley way.
If the talk was settled at that point they would continue a few blocks down and head into bar Vithkun had had in mind. "I've always wanted to go here, but as... the elf of position... it was not looked upon as a wise decision!" Vithkun said and shrugged opening the old and worn door letting out the tunes of jolly music and general mirth as they stepped into the pub where a lot of elves were gathered and seemed to be having a lot of fun with drinking, singing and dancing around and few really noticed the two walking into the bar.
"Alright let's take this seat!" Vithkun said and pointed at a table and a couple of chairs around the middle of the room as not many were idle. "Bartender can we have two pints of beer?" he asked although his voice was slightly too low and polite for him to reach through the crowd. "Bartender... can... can we have...!" he strengthened his voice although he was still wholly ignored and he glanced slightly hopelessly on Myra. "Maybe we won't get a drink here anyway..." he said and sighed. "My royal authority has little rule here it seems..." he jested but still wished so for a drink.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on May 9, 2019 12:24:34 GMT -8
Openly discussing matters was not her strong point, no easy work around existed when it came to painting her own emotions lightly. He could create falsehoods, blatantly play down matters, but she was either left with silence or the full verbatim of what needed to be said. As it were him asking of her not to draw back would make her realize they needed to have a discussion. One not under the influence of alcohol but he wished for a drink and refusing him one meant refusing herself one as well and lord knew she needed something to take the edge off.
"I feel as if we misunderstand one another because we do not fully speak on the matter," she had told him as they moved along to the bar, "I cannot fully conceal everything that I might wish to but I do not say things openly for fear of refusal," in what she did not say but it was probably obvious to the elf, "Tonight, perhaps, when we have a moment alone we can sort things."
Entering the bar it was still quite more upscale than any human establishment but she realized in his position that he had not been allowed to roam openly. It was unseemly in part. Frankly she'd never cared what others thought of her skin tone nor her general disposition which after he had attempted to get them a drink would be their saving grace.
Settling into their seat she could not raise a hand for fear of showing the edges of her wrists around the gloves they'd picked up nor openly show skin other than reaching for her glass while keeping close to her cloak. It was a poor decision to sit openly but should she be discovered Vith would come in her defense. His voice may not be easily recognizable but his face was and the seal of the royal family he should have been openly carrying here. Outright laughing at his poor attempt it was with a hand that rested on his forearm gently beneath the concealment of the table, "I'll handle it."
Rising she crossed to the bar itself standing towards the end and letting out a sharp whistle to gain attention. It was a higher pitch than most might have chosen but it got the attention of the bartender himself while earning a glance from the table behind her who she paid no heed. Gloved hand motioning it appeared her success spoke for itself as she returned to the table sliding his glass to him.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on May 9, 2019 22:53:05 GMT -8
"Perhaps you're right that we misunderstand each other." Vithkun answered thinking perhaps he also needed er bit of time to let his emotions settle so he could better express exactly what his words had meant. At that time they had just blurted from his mind and he wished to tell her what he felt before the words went stale with contemplation and rationalization. "Let's take the first coming opportune time." he said and glanced at Myra with a smile of contentment.
Vithkun cleared his throat and was prepared to try again while raising his voice even further - but it seemed that it was no necessary as Myra spoke up and got up to the bar letting out a high pitched whistle to get the attention of the bartender. Vithkun scratched his chin as he sat back down and was given the glass of beer. "Thanks..." he said and took a gulp of the beer with great delight, although beer was not exactly his thing compared to wine he enjoyed it immensely right now. "I did not expect that there were things in High Haven a drow would have an easier time obtaining!" he jested and chuckled.
However the two elves were not allowed to sit alone for very long before the barkeep, a middle aged elf with sideburns had strolled down to their table putting two plates on it with a freshly made soup. "Sorry to interrupt but I couldn't help but notice you look a bit weary both of you. Travelers aren't you?" the barkeep asked and looked particularly interested in Myra as he tried to strike up conversation. "I meet a lot of people, and although I'm not one for criticizing accent myself - stars know that I have the worst - I can normally tell where people are from. But you... I haven't heard your accent before?" he inquired politely although perhaps the question in itself and the forward manner he put it in was slightly insolent by elven standard.
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zachariah
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 24
Physical Description: A well dressed young man with silver hair. From a distance he is of average frame and height, standing at 5'10 and 190 lbs. Lean but toned, the man is clearly athletic at least. A purple tattoo can be seen on the left side of his face.
Clothes and Equipment: Zachariah, starting from the top, wears a feathered hat alongside a monocle over his right eye. Further down he wears a fancy red jacket and yellow shirt, with red pants to complete the look. Finally, simple yellow shoes cover his feet.
Equipment wise he carries with him two sabers with an ordain design on the hilts. He also carries a sack around to store various things.
Registered: May 7, 2019 2:08:30 GMT -8
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Post by zachariah on May 9, 2019 23:25:14 GMT -8
Whistling, Zachariah would make his way across the Forest path. It reminded him of childhood, spending whole days wandering the forests of his families property. He had heard rumors of a mysterious elven city, filled with wonders, naturally Zach's curiosity would get the best of him, it always did. So he walked, taking in the sights, when a thought occurred to him, what would he do should he find this place? Or an elven member of their city?
"Hey there?" He spoke out loud before shaking his head, no that seemed too casual. "Greetings?" That seemed better, his arms now crossed, hand on his chin as he considered his options, he didn't want to be rude after all.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on May 10, 2019 17:26:03 GMT -8
“It’s a bar, so...” Taking a sip of her own beer it had a honeyed taste to it and the bite was much less than the human kind but she felt the strength of it immediately. Realizing that holding back was her best bet on maintaining some semblance of sobriety it would not be long before it was not possible to keep drinking with the arrival of the bartender. His arrival stopped her and she set down the glass drawing back her hand quickly under her cloak and downcasting her eyes which picked up the light.
Extortionism was not uncommon among human kind and she supposed that assuming that elves would be much better was a falsehood she’d been clinging to. Vithkun after all was very capable of twisting. His words were like the honey within the beer, unusually sweet and occasionally out of place but pleasant none the less.
Clearing her throat she did not reach for the soup, it was a ploy to reveal things further and she almost did not speak but his words drove a stake right down the center of what was acceptable to her.
“I have been traveling,” clearing up her speech as well as possible she clipped her words short and even dug into the way that Vith spoke his higher accent strange on her lips and out of place, “It takes time to readjust after so long traveling within human lands.”
Looking to Vithkun as it kept her hood angled and her hair hidden well beneath the hood and the dark tavern no lending itself well to him catching anything as she was leaned far back in her chair and kept herself together.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on May 11, 2019 0:35:41 GMT -8
Vithkun glanced at the barkeep and as Myra spoke and noticed that there was no way he didn't realize that his presence and questions were bothering them - still he persisted. "I am not at all disputing that you have been travelling - I've bet you've seen some places that were quite foreign to us pure elves..." he said and his words a thinly veiled to the fact that he was considering that this elf was not exactly a descendant of this place - if she was an elf at all.
However as much as he seemed to want to do so, the barkeep did not strain himself to get a better look at the female 'elf' letting her keep to the darkness. He looked at both of them for just a moment as if thinking of what to make of all that. "Well what part of High Haven are you from then?" the barkeep asked Myra as his smile widened and he struck jolly voice designed to sound as if the question was in no way trying to pry secondary information from the elves.
Sitting just in front of Myra Vithkun felt oddly pushed into a corner as if he tried to be more persuasive he might reveal his origin but just sitting back it was as if he betrayed his word to Myra that he would protect her in his country at all costs - leaving her frying like this was most painful. Whether Myra had answered the barkeep's question or not Vithkun would speak anyway. "You have been so kind as to offer us soup, but it is getting quite cool by time. Would you allow us to enjoy it along with the beer we've ordered?" he asked his voice polite but really not friendly.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on May 11, 2019 1:06:55 GMT -8
Concealment could only carry her so long and threats that were thinly veiled as curiosity made her blood begin to boil. If Vith was not careful she’d reveal herself her anger carrying her over into making sure the man remembered nothing other than a knot on his head. No recollection of how it appeared there she’d be certain he received a concussion that was well enough to effect his memory and if he did remember he would remember well enough not to mention such a thing to anyone else.
Gritting her teeth she knew very little about High Haven itself but could pick up on things that Vith had said earlier. His descriptions of his homeland were quite vivid and could she have lied she might have said here. The capital city of Xaomere was certainly large enough that it would be impossible to deny he might not have seen her before especially with only a recent return.
“He’s right,” she told the stranger, “The soup will get cold and it’s a shame to let it do so.”
Whatever spices they used here were certainly different from home and she wanted to try the concoction even if it came from the pasty little sideburned hussy. Sparked by concern that his questioning was meant to mislead them trying the soup might also be dangerous. The beer she’d seen him pour but this had been prepared out of her sight, and under suspicion, would he drug them if he felt it necessary? Vith was obviously an elf from High Haven, he spoke well and with an undeniable accent of the inner city of the capital she’d yet to see but was her cover to be blown from one elf having too sharp of ears?
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on May 11, 2019 3:21:18 GMT -8
The barkeep once again paused musing over what to do but then smiled and bowed a little. "Ah well, you're right it is awfully rude of me to disturb you like this. I'll be in the bar if you need a round more!" he said and turned on his heels returning to the bar. Vithkun noticed another stranger in the other side of the room having his eyes on them frowning and looking none too pleasant. At the same time behind the bar Vithkun would be able to see the barkeep conversing with a what looked to be an errand boy and they discretely looked over at the table before the barkeep nodded at the door into the back room as the errand boy quickly ran in there.
"That bartender was awfully inquisitive wasn't he?" Vithkun asked rhetorically taking a sip of the soup which actually tasted very good. "This isn't bad at all..." he said with a half grin. "I'm just concerned where he sent his errand boy." he admitted to Myra and took a sip of beer more as apparently the whole thing about being drugged didn't cross his mind at all. "Also now some black haired guy in the back of the bar has his nasty eyes on us..." he said but didn't appear all too worried despite the potentially delicate situation they would find themselves in if found out.
"Are you not going to taste your soup? It's been a long time since I had something this good..." he said and reluctantly admitted. "I guess it was with the dwarves." he added trying to strike up conversation to ease the tension a bit. "I wonder... what is your favorite dish? Do..." he said and whispered. "Drows..." he spoke with a faint smile. "Have some special course that is unique to them?" he asked curiously although as he spoke he couldn't help but being watchful towards both the elf sitting in the other side of the room and the door to the backroom of the bar where the errand boy had still not come back out.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on May 11, 2019 7:47:15 GMT -8
Vithkun was quite capable of judging the situation if his judgment was not clouded by the joy of being home. He believed status would protect him here of all else but Myralthrine of Host had wandered willingly into the lions den. She stepped forth into their territory asking of them to rip her to shreds by allowing the man beside her to speak openly and freely. His voice while lowered could still be overheard and several other things concerned her. The bartender did not approach them out of the goodness of his heart and the man frowning in the corner was only growing more severe in expression the more seconds slid out the hourglass.
The errand boy, was also something she caught onto quite quickly. He’d be swift and difficult to follow in this sort of crowd but she latched onto him. Reaching out her senses and focusing simply upon him she drew no power but felt his. It was a more recent development that she’d been steadily practicing since the village they encountered where Vith had been taken captive. Dividing her power around the guards that walked meant keeping track of them. Not yet perfected it would be a miracle if she held onto him for long.
Either way they could not remain for long and she sensed him getting farther away.
“We must leave,” she hissed attempting to get across the seriousness of the situation to him rather quickly. Unwilling to try the soup and only halfway through her mug it would appear they left in a hurry, which would be suspicious but not damning of the original ones.
“If you’ll excuse me for a moment,” she rose pushing back her chair and sliding it back in, “I need some fresh air.”
Expecting Vith to follow shortly as if he were checking upon her she made her way to the front door intending on sidling out and around the side of the very tavern to find the boy. What she would do after finding him she was uncertain.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on May 11, 2019 8:36:50 GMT -8
As Myra reached out to track the errand boy she would notice that he left the building immediately but stopped close by standing adjacent to another elf - close enough that they might speak together. Just as she released the hold in him she would notice that he would be coming back the same way he left.
"Leave..? But we just came here and you haven't even answered my questions..?" Vithkun argued and was pretty reluctant to stand up and join her. "Alright then... just go get some fresh air and come back in again, I'm sure we're alright." Vithkun said trying to calm her as he remained seated still. Vithkun then took another gulp of beer the contents briefly obscuring his vision for when he put it down again the frowning elf on the other side of the room had slipped out just behind Myra with a couple of other elves following him. However at this point Vithkun's eyes were skeptically fixed at the bartender who had been watching the front door where Myra passed out of.
While outside Myra might feel the elves following her out but if not she would quickly know of their presence. "I saw what you are, so you can take that silly cloak off now..!" the hoarse voice sounded from behind Myra and was backed by the two other elves on either side of him. "It's been a long time since we had any clay skins in High Haven." he added and his voice none the more pleasant than his frown. If Myra turned around she would see them all brandishing knives although keeping them close to their bodies for now. But outside the bar there were surprisingly few besides them and it was already dark.
"How did you and your traitor ally get into High Haven past the guards? Well you know I don't care, once we deliver you and him to the duke we will get his boon. But starting with you... Do you prefer being delivered in one... or more pieces?" he asked as they brandished their knives. "Oh what does it matter, someone like you won't stay in one piece for long anyway!" he jested darkly as the three spread out and approached Myra with knives now more visibly brandished. "Surrender or die, drow!"
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on May 11, 2019 8:44:52 GMT -8
Agreeing to do just that once the boy returned inside and the information was passed onto another there was no hope of reclaiming it. Tracking down everyone that knew at this point would be impossible and it seemed following the advice of Vithkun had left her exposed. It was certainly her fault as well, taking her fair share of the blame was necessary, for she’d never put up an argument about them entering own nor going to the bar.
Now it appeared she was getting her just desserts. Hearing them well before she saw them they were not as quiet as they might have thought they were being. Besides she wanted the opposition outside for her hand was itching to physically handle that which she could not openly do.
They carried small knives, nothing illustrious or truly threatening for it meant close combat for them. Her mace had a wide swing to it and hitting their arm at any point along it could crack or break bones. Frankly she found them foolish as she turned. Drawing her hood back ever so slightly so they could see her eyes and her expression clearly it was not one of panic, nor anger, it was one of calm indifference.
“You believe that such an attempt will work? Your minds are as limited as your imagination in weaponry. I’m afraid such a poor choice will be your undoing.”
Keeping track of them as they walked they looked to surround her and she wasn’t going to allow such an advantage. Every step beside her was met with a solid step backwards. Her right hand slipped around the edge of her mace but she drew it out and downward within her cloak itself. They may have clocked her face but not her weapon and surprises were so much fun when they were not expecting it.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on May 11, 2019 9:06:33 GMT -8
"Don't sell us short or you'll be in for a lot of trouble. We might have a few more tricks up our sleeve than you do!" he said menacingly seeing her backtracking as they tried to surround her. "We've all been royal rangers and roamed the north outside the borders to keep it safe - and survived." he said and tapped a deep scar that ran across his face with his finger. "So let's dance until you have no more limbs to wriggle - apparently you'll be worth most if your mouth can still convey information to the duke." he said as they all made their move on Myra - and although having the disadvantage in reach they had their swiftness to try and intercept her as she swung her heavy mace and they would seek to move into the openings she would create on the left every time she swung to the right and vice versa. Myra might find it a lot more difficult to break the bones on these elves than on the untrained cultist she battled before.
Meanwhile inside the bar Vithkun tapped his foot and was getting slightly impatient. Myra had been outside for fresh air for a while now but still the barkeep looked nervously at the door and Vithkun's eyes shifting between the barkeep and Myra's still warm soup. Taking a single spoon full was not going to matter, and it was best if it was still warm. One little taste followed the next and soon Vithkun had eaten all the soup the bowl weirdly having moved to his side of the table. This was going to be difficult to explain to Myra, he thought. But just like that the errand boy came back and seemed to whisper something in the barkeep's ears his glance quickly turning to Vithkun and then away again. What was going on? If Myra didn't soon come back in, he would have to out there and perhaps risk leaving chair and table to someone else.
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