Taingaard
Dedicated
Land of The Thousand Faces
Roleplay posts: 125
Age: 1100
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 12:06:58 GMT -8
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Post by Taingaard on Jun 9, 2019 2:43:25 GMT -8
This road passed through numerous little hamlets and settlements on it's way from Toldboden til Vikhafen through Vikhafen Plains, that border to Østfold in the east and the large river in the west.
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"Analucia"
Established
Seeking adventure in the great wide somewhere
Roleplay posts: 38 
Age: Sixt--er, twenty one. Definitely.
Physical Description: Arenna-- um, that is, ANALUCIA-- is of middling height, with classic Rondí coloring of cafe con crema skin, dark chocolate hair, yet with eyes that border on hazel. She has small but pert breasts, a slim waist, and full hips and bottom.
Clothes and Equipment: The Prince-- that is to say, the ADVENTURESS is always in well made and tailored clothing, with a Rondī blade at her hip and a stiletto at her boot.
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondón
Player's online availability : Odd hours
Registered: Feb 6, 2018 11:50:58 GMT -8
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Post by "Analucia" on Jun 9, 2019 11:45:11 GMT -8
[enter from Toldboden]
Arenna sat the horse very well -- extremely well -- as if she'd been professionally trained since a very young age. Her correct posture and her astute handling of the beast only added to the air of wealth about her. So did her very disapproving look that she cast Atraedor's way.
"What is that supposed to mean -- REAL country?" She asked with another scoff as the harbor town faded in the distance. The look she gave her dark-skinned partner didn't last long, as she began to look openly around the countryside apparently totally trusting Atraedor to be a gentleman with some sort of code of honor even though she was clearly annoyed with him.
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Atraedor
Established
Roleplay posts: 34 
Physical Description: About 1.8 to 1.85 cm tall and features black hair with white strands and dark, blue/grey-ish skin and eyes of the same color. Atreador has pointy ears, a rather slim face and several scars, the two most prominent crossing each other on the left side of his forehead. He would seem about 35 to 45 years old when compared to a human.
Clothes and Equipment: Atraedor carry nothing but a dark brown cloak.
Registered: Jul 16, 2018 10:48:51 GMT -8
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Post by Atraedor on Jun 10, 2019 1:55:49 GMT -8
Atraedor frowned, he had somehow anticipated an answer like that - along with her posture on the horse it matched with the pieces he had already found and a picture was starting to show itself.
"An adventurer rarely cares for such trifle things as the perfect condition his horse's shoes nor would she make it very far outside the road with a riding posture like that." Atraedor pried with a wry smile. "Anyway we're going right here..." Atraedor said and leading them down something that looked like a far less traveled road though they were still riding in the open plains though the road seemed increasingly lumpy. "So where do you hail from then?" he persisted.
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"Analucia"
Established
Seeking adventure in the great wide somewhere
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: Sixt--er, twenty one. Definitely.
Physical Description: Arenna-- um, that is, ANALUCIA-- is of middling height, with classic Rondí coloring of cafe con crema skin, dark chocolate hair, yet with eyes that border on hazel. She has small but pert breasts, a slim waist, and full hips and bottom.
Clothes and Equipment: The Prince-- that is to say, the ADVENTURESS is always in well made and tailored clothing, with a Rondī blade at her hip and a stiletto at her boot.
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondón
Player's online availability : Odd hours
Registered: Feb 6, 2018 11:50:58 GMT -8
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Post by "Analucia" on Jun 10, 2019 5:28:28 GMT -8
"Trif-- Sir, I'll have you know that the state of your steed's shoes is QUITE important, unless you're some sort of adventure who doesn't give una rana about getting anywhere in a safe and timely manner," Arenna argued back, fire dancing in her Rondí eyes like little flecks of gold. Or perhaps that was just her hazel eyes gleaming beneath the sunshine as she pinned her offended look on Atraedor.
"My posture is perfect," she argued back, tossing her head so her dark hair fell onto her back instead of over her shoulders. "I would last much longer than you in a saddle, I guarantee it."
Her steed huffed then, as if agreeing with her point. "And besides, I don't want to talk about where I hail from. I want to talk about how a man could be in the business of selling horses without knowing a thing about them."
Apparently, the feisty and haughty young woman still hadn't figured out the obvious signs of who Atraedor might be. Clearly the young woman wasn't stupid, but she was obviously very inexperienced with the rabble of the world.
She watched as they parted onto a tougher more lumpy road, and her first through was for the horse's hooves, while the second noticed that for a road leading to some city, it certainly wasn't well traveled.
Again that unease of her situation crawled s little further up Arenna's back as she glanced around, and then back at Atraedor. Perhaps she should bolt. She was absolutely confident in her skills in horsemanship, and she could use a little magic to stop his own steed...
No, no, everything was fine. The man was annoying, not a criminal. She was being judgemental, which was rude. And a princess is never rude.
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Atraedor
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Physical Description: About 1.8 to 1.85 cm tall and features black hair with white strands and dark, blue/grey-ish skin and eyes of the same color. Atreador has pointy ears, a rather slim face and several scars, the two most prominent crossing each other on the left side of his forehead. He would seem about 35 to 45 years old when compared to a human.
Clothes and Equipment: Atraedor carry nothing but a dark brown cloak.
Registered: Jul 16, 2018 10:48:51 GMT -8
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Post by Atraedor on Jun 10, 2019 6:35:28 GMT -8
"Una... what..?" Atraedor asked and frowned the words definitely not the common tongue - not even after being twisted by local dialect. "I'll let you know that I give the horses all the food they need, I'm not starving them..!" Atraedor made a horizontal motion with his palm, figuratively drawing a line believing her to criticize something else. Yes, he was doing some shady business, but he was not born a criminal nor did he enjoy other people's og animal's suffering - somehow it just happen quite often in his company. Her eyes may have been piercing where she came from, but here in Taingaard he had seen far worse glances than that and shrugged it pretty easily.
"Whadda' ya even know about me..?" Atraedor asked lifting a brow as she boasted being a better and more experienced rider than he. Well sure, she probably was but he... he was... well he wasn't anything right now, but it was his plan to change that. "You're looking at me as if I'm some kind of pariah - you are realizing that I'm helping you here right?" he said calmly looking around increasingly vigilant of his surroundings.
"We'll probably be there a little after sun down, so only a few more hours, miss." Atraedor informed Analucia who was looking a bit impatient as they went.
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"Analucia"
Established
Seeking adventure in the great wide somewhere
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: Sixt--er, twenty one. Definitely.
Physical Description: Arenna-- um, that is, ANALUCIA-- is of middling height, with classic Rondí coloring of cafe con crema skin, dark chocolate hair, yet with eyes that border on hazel. She has small but pert breasts, a slim waist, and full hips and bottom.
Clothes and Equipment: The Prince-- that is to say, the ADVENTURESS is always in well made and tailored clothing, with a Rondī blade at her hip and a stiletto at her boot.
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondón
Player's online availability : Odd hours
Registered: Feb 6, 2018 11:50:58 GMT -8
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Post by "Analucia" on Jun 10, 2019 9:33:44 GMT -8
You are realizing that I'm helping you here right?
Arenna was instantly sheepish, and felt foolish. She could only imagine her mother's hardstare, and Analucia-- the real Analucia's-- disapproving slap on her hand for the way she'd been acting. Rafael, of course, would have been amused at the situation but likely would have talked to her about it later. She'd once again managed to put her foot in her mouth, and in a nervous gesture, bit into the lush flesh of her bottom lip.
"Well, I..." She began and then didn't know how to continue, so she cleared her throat.
Once.
Twice.
Then...
"I'm sorry. You are helping me. I should be kinder. I will be kinder," she informed Atraedor with a dollop of earnestness in her voice. It was a little harder to look at him so she turned her eyes onto a landscape. Although initially she'd been taken in with the vista, a plain was a plain and there was only so much plain one could look at.
"So... why did you need a second rider?" Arenna asked, with a tone like she was making conversation only and was still not putting the pieces together. Her hazel eyes, framed in thick lashes, were once again on him. "Trained horses usually follow where they're led. Your mare would have followed this gelding," she said, lifting one hand off her reins to run her gloved palm down her gelding steed's neck.
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Atraedor
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Physical Description: About 1.8 to 1.85 cm tall and features black hair with white strands and dark, blue/grey-ish skin and eyes of the same color. Atreador has pointy ears, a rather slim face and several scars, the two most prominent crossing each other on the left side of his forehead. He would seem about 35 to 45 years old when compared to a human.
Clothes and Equipment: Atraedor carry nothing but a dark brown cloak.
Registered: Jul 16, 2018 10:48:51 GMT -8
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Post by Atraedor on Jun 10, 2019 10:24:37 GMT -8
Expecting more flaming from the slender and fiery woman of unknown origin Atraedor briefly made big eyes when she actually apologized. She was capable of that too? "Ehrm... yes alright then. That's settled then..." Atraedor cleared his throat not the great mediator or diplomat but just perhaps there was more than a condescending noble child hiding in there and even a small act of kindness was not something he was very used to. "A second rider?" he asked considering if she was toying with him. He needed a second rider to ride the second horse of course. And also to appear a little less like a horse thief as in Taingaard you didn't see many people like him herding horses. "Th... they do..?!?" it slipped from his tongue. "Yes... YES of course they do, I know that!" a few drops of sweat making their way down his forehead. "I needed one extra becaaause... If the horse is spooked by something, it won't try to run away!" he lied - but he considered it a good enough lie. Hopefully, because this girl might be naïve but she was surprisingly sharp in areas she knew something about. Slowly they would be approaching a city it seemed and Analucia would be able to see water on her right and a great big wall of murky green forest to her left as long as she could see. "It seems like we're here... The great city of Sv... Ehrm... Vikhafen!" Atraedor said with a nervous grin. Even before they entered it was nowhere near the size of a capital city and the chaos of smoke, voices and activity was prevalent in the distance. "It's... very roomy inside walls!" Atraedor said and hoped that since she knew no other cities in Taingaard she would never notice. Exit [ Svarthafen] |
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