Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496 
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Oct 5, 2016 16:09:20 GMT -8
She silently stood and left for several minutes, then returned with the pack of things she'd had with her in the floating island. She pulled out several rolls of parchment until she found the map of the area around the Usque. She rolled it outm fingers shaking as they touched the area that was burnt, feeling a snap of electricity that none else would feel. She turned the map so the southern end was facing Naoki. "Enter here," she said as she pointed at a marker. "There will be no open path into the thicket, which is dense..." Her eyes closed as her fingers moved automatically, "Here... The ruins of the castle where Croeria died... A secret tunnel leads to catacombs..." Her head jerked up and the face of another, an older face that looked much like Camilla's, seemed to briefly take over the one in question and a completely new voice overtook her own. "I told her to escape through the passage... I couldn't let her die!" Camilla's fingers started to jerk over the map, wrinkling the parchment as they curled with arthritis that Camilla didn't have... "The hardest path to take is the least to be riddled with traps... Beware the wide path... Run, daughter..." The last part came as a wheeze and Camilla's head jerked again, the sickening crunch of bones returning to order could be heard. Blood started to seep from Camilla's nose as the possession left her.
She blinked several times, confused and feeling drained.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Oct 5, 2016 16:26:26 GMT -8
Emahra immediately contacted Takhana Veil via the crystal on her badge when Camilla left the room, so that when the former princess returned, the Drow seer would be able to record the instructions through the Elf's eyes and use them later. Once it was done, she glanced at Naoki and nodded firmly, to let her know it had been done.
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269 
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Oct 5, 2016 17:28:06 GMT -8
Blake blinked and looked at Camilla as she had her... He wasn't sure what is was. He hadn't even been really aware that she could use magic, at least not to the extent she had, until this moment. This was all getting a bit much, but he could also sense Camilla's weakness and he doesn't know what to do. So he gathers her up into his arms and pulls her tight in a hug. Never mind that the high lady was still across the table from him. Camilla needed his strength and he would provide it.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Oct 6, 2016 19:46:03 GMT -8
Standing as Camilla returns with the map, Naoki holds her hands behind her back and watches quietly as Camilla begins her presentation, committing each detail to memory but leaving Emahra to relay the information back to Takhana.
Looking on quietly as the strange voice eclipses Camilla’s, Naoki becomes immediately concerned. Her earlier suspicions of malicious mind-tampering on the part of Zephidel jump to mind, and she takes a half-step backward, somewhat uneasy.
However, the words coming from Camilla’ s mouth seem reasonable enough, if a bit mystic. Wincing slightly as Camilla’s bones snap back into place, Naoki takes a step backward, leaving her to Blake’s embrace. Though she does seem to be bleeding from the nose, Naoki doesn’t feel the need to intrude in assistance.
Unwilling to question Camilla further until she has recovered, Naoki glances over to Emahra, Naoki raises an eyebrow in silent inquiry.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Oct 6, 2016 20:07:14 GMT -8
Ema met Naoki's gaze and shrugged slightly. She had no idea what happened, and didn't have much to say - whenever Camilla was recovered, they should make the offer of protection, then be on their way. That was all they had left to do.
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Oct 6, 2016 21:44:00 GMT -8
Camilla didn't know it had happened. She blinked several times and wiped at the moisture above her lip. She looked at crimson colored fingers with further confusion, she seemed to slump against her husband, hands curling into the fabric of his shirt. Her eyes widened as she saw what the others could not. There, behind Blake, was the blurred and darkened figure of a woman, beams of light behind her. The woman seemed to stare at her and an immense sadness radiated from her. In reality, she had fainted just after her eyes widened. She was unconscious the whole of the vision, and wouldn't come round.
Blake might feel that she was ice cold in his arms, though sweat poured from her forehead just as sure as blood trickled still from her nostrils.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Oct 7, 2016 17:21:25 GMT -8
As Camilla collapses, a look of visible concern makes itself present on Naoki’s face as she begins to classify the situation as a problematic one. Silently, she resolves that there’s altogether too much strange magic going on here, and she would really prefer her political pawns to be without such things.
However, it is what it seems to be here, and it seems that Camilla isn’t doing too well. From some hidden pocket of her sweaterdress, Naoki produces a kerchief, a deep crimson one with a letter N monogrammed in golden thread. Unfurling it with a flick of her wrist, Naoki sets it on the table near Blake, close enough that he would be able to grab it if he should choose to.
Motioning from Emahra to Camilla, intending for her to assist directly, Naoki crosses from her seat over toward the door they entered the parlor from. Figuring there to be servants puttering about somewhere, or failing that, perhaps a member of Blake's family, Naoki calls out, "Could we please get a glass of water in here?"
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Oct 31, 2024 21:27:28 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2016 10:07:12 GMT -8
Energy snapped throughout the air in the room as the specter loomed near her descendant, undetected by all but the fainted woman. She had to pounce now while Camilla couldn't fight her. She rose above the group and dove into the prone form... To one who was sensitive enough, they might see the dark shadow entering through Camilla's mouth. Camilla visibly arched back like a dead weight, and started to shimmer and snap as if electrified. The woman faded out of sight as if dematerializing, and to anyone who may have touched or come close to the woman, they might get a vision of the room in the castle on the floating island she had been on before. And then all was calm.
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Oct 8, 2016 10:12:54 GMT -8
One second she was there, the next she was being taken by teleportation. She remained blessedly asleep as she went from one place to the next through another plane without her say so. <exit to floating island>
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Oct 11, 2016 9:55:54 GMT -8
Blake hadn't seen the dark shadow, he'd felt his wife's panic, felt her grow cold in his arms, then he'd seen her vanish and he stares stunned for a moment. Then he is on his feet and he is out the door at a dead run. Blake was a man of action, his wife had been taken, he knew every second he spent dilly-dallying was a second longer until he got her back. He straddles a horse bareback and takes off to the shipyard. He needed an air ship a crew and a mage.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Oct 11, 2016 23:54:26 GMT -8
As she turns back about, Naoki remarks with a considerable amount of surprise that Camilla is no longer in the room. After picking her jaw up off the floor, she notes that Blake is making a break for it, and motions to Emahra. “Follow him.”
With this done and Emahra presumably moving to comply, Naoki’s earring begins to glimmer as she herself makes for the door, and the carriage waiting outside. Orders to be issued, commands to be given, preparations to make. It seems as if she’ll have to make them in a hurry, too.
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Emahra Untyrid
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 276
Age: 158
Physical Description: Like all of the Kehl-Nari Elves, Emahra is tall and of a slender build, standing at 5'10" and covered in the toned muscles that come from a lifetime of training in the way of the sword. Her skin is fair, and she bears the elegant bone structure and pointed ears of the Elvenkind, that lend her a nearly breathtaking beauty. Her hair is long, falling to mid-thigh when unbound, and is a bright, vivid shade of blue, although she habitually wears it bound back into an intricate plait. Her eyes are a rich, liquid amber-gold that that are, much like her expressive facial features, usually filled with whatever she may be thinking or feeling at that moment. While not amply endowed, like many women, she has a respectably-sized bosom, a trim waist, and shapely hips, accentuated by long, graceful legs.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Emahra wears one of two ensembles. The one most commonly seen consists of tight-fitting dark blue breeches that are tucked into a pair of knee-high black leather boots, paired with a black brocade corset, and detached black lace sleeves that cover her arms from just below the shoulder to the base of her fingers, leaving them and her thumbs exposed. All of these items are painstakingly inlaid with runes of protection sewn in magical thread, that make them as strong as armor and spell-resistant. The other outfit is far more casual and lacking in protective enchantments, comprised of a pair of low-slung pants that are tight around the hips and upper thighs, but start to billow out at mid-thigh, to then gather again at the ankle; a sleeveless, midriff-baring top; and a set of comfortable slippers, all made of silky white material that never stains, tears, or wrinkles. These are paired with a sash the same color blue as her hair that she wears wound around her hips. Regardless of her attire, at all times, she wears a slim golden band around her brow that bears a single smooth, teardrop-shaped gem of darkest sapphire; this circlet bears an enchantment similar to the ones inscribed into her normal attire. Whichever set of clothing she isn't wearing at the time makes its home in a plain black pack which she carries, that also houses basic supplies such as a healer's kit and travel rations. She also carries with her at all times the Heirloom Blade of her House, the Blade of Ankiri. Its blade is five feet long, and it bears a hilt of blue leather above a golden crossguard, its pommel inlaid with a deep sapphire blue gem that seems infused with an inner light; at its crossguard is a blue flame, the sigil of House Untyrid. This Blade can be wielded only by one of the blood of House Untyrid, and will burn the hands of anyone else who attempts to wield it, before seeking to return to its owner by whatever means possible. It also has the capability to manipulate the wind and, in trained hands, can create storms of cataclysmic proportions; at the great expense of the one who wields it, it can, under extreme conditions, play with the rules of time.
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Allegiances: Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Apr 28, 2016 0:02:46 GMT -8
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Post by Emahra Untyrid on Oct 12, 2016 8:13:48 GMT -8
Everything happened so quickly, Ema didn't even have time to really react to the sudden disappearance of Camilla until suddenly Blake was bolting. She nodded quickly to Naoki at her command, then bolted out of the house, following the captain at top speed. Unhitching her horse from where it had been tied to the rear of the carriage, she swung herself up onto the white mare's back and then she was off after Blake.
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Oct 19, 2016 14:17:25 GMT -8
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After they came home, she did nothing but sleep for a few days. Camilla was exhausted, that much was clear. The amulet ended up in a box and locked up, and the dagger was... well.. She'd had it taken to the armory in confusion. She got cleaned up and looked at, the verdict being that she needed to stay away from excitement for a time.
When she was able to sit up, she did so, and even asked to be moved to the garden at some point. She was still pretty weak and needed to be walked to and fro. The garden was sunny even though the air was crisp, and she lay on a quilt with her head on a pillow. She smiled tiredly at the sight of her boys playing with the nursemaid.
It did her heart some good to hear their laughter.
To anyone that might come out at the moment, they could see she was pale, with dark circles under her eyes, but she was in good spirits.
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Oct 19, 2016 14:37:52 GMT -8
When Blake heard that Camilla had been moved to the garden he came out not long after. He'd spent every free moment (and many moments he should have been doing other things) at her side. The count had been badly shaken by her disappearance and it would be a while before he could stand to let her from his sight. He moves over to where she is laying on the quilt and without a word he settles in beside her, wrapping an arm about her waist, and burying his head in her hair.
It had taken some doing, but the amulet had been left in Camilla's custody for the moment. Viddik had wanted it confiscated and study, but Blake had argued that it needed to stay with her. He hadn't wanted to, he wanted the damn thing as far from his family as possible. But Blake knew what the right thing to do was and knew he'd have to make some sacrifices for the greater good, but not her. She was where he drew the line and he'd kill anyone who tried to use her life even if it would save thousands.
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Oct 19, 2016 14:54:24 GMT -8
"Hey," she said, her voice more breathy these days. She gave a sigh and touched his shoulder as he buried his face in lank hair. She smelled like soap still, after having a bath with assistance. He would probably notice the streaks of white at her temples from the whole ordeal, and little signs of aging here and there. The healer said she might never heal completely, and that this might be the last child she could carry because of how taxing the possession had been on her system, let alone the fact she had survived what most didn't.
She didn't really talk about it, she didn't react much to what had happened because of her sleeping, but even awake, there was just something off. Camilla kissed his ear.
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Oct 19, 2016 15:38:15 GMT -8
"Hey." Blake says, the changes in his wife's health worried him. She seemed less vibrant and alive, and the healer's words didn't make him feel much better. But he tries to ignore his fears and focus on the now, she didn't need to see her husband worrying. He moves a hand down to her stomach feeling the swell there, at least the babe was still strong. He whispers into her ear quietly. "So what are we going to name our daughter? I've been thinking Ambre."
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Oct 19, 2016 15:47:50 GMT -8
"I hadn't considered yet,"she murmured and smiled, "You name her if you wish." She touched his face and searched his gaze with her own. Then she pulled him closer and touched her mouth to his. Her hand tangled into his hair and she kissed hungrily, as if starving for the feel of his mouth. In a way, she was!
She whimpered and broke the kiss to utter a statement that was also a demand, "I want to be alone with you." She started to shake with the sudden need, the desire to feel him... It was painful how much she needed him right then, for he made her live again before. "Please!"
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Oct 19, 2016 15:57:47 GMT -8
Blake lets out a little gasp as Camilla kisses him, the hunger in it surprising him. But then he is kissing her back, he loved her with all his heart and he wanted her with his entire bein. Nothing would ever change his want of her, not her premature aging, not her weakness nothing. When she breaks the kiss he stares into her eyes breathless and her command catches him off guard. But he can deny her nothing, especially when she seemed so desperate. He gets to his feet, then bends down and scoops her into his arms. It isn't long before they are in their bed chambers, Camilla set gently upon the bed as Blake settles in next to her, his mouth finding hers in another passionate kiss.
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Oct 19, 2016 16:10:09 GMT -8
She started crying and kissing, just needing to feel alive after that frightening ordeal. She kissed him back, fingers digging into the flesh of his shoulders. "Blake," she whimpered after breaking the contact, then she kissed all over his face and neck, his name a brand upon her breath. She gave a frustrated cry as her hands snatched at his shirt and she shook with need. "Help me get this," she growled eventually, "Oh, Gods, hurry..." And everything faded to black...
It was much later when the curtain of black could be lifted. She lay tangled with her husband, her breath uneven, skin still damp with perspiration. She had cried the entire time, and now she wasn't. "I knew you'd find me," she whispered hoarsely. "I fought her spell when I figured out what she was trying to do because I wanted to call out to you. It hurt so bad. And then when the tower was collapsing, I saw you and our children and I couldn't let myself die."
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Oct 19, 2016 16:32:17 GMT -8
Their lovemaking had been intense and odd, but also satisfying. Even as Camilla's tears fell it had felt like she was releasing all the darkness from her haunted heart. When they are finished he lays in a tangle with her feeling more connected with her more deeply than ever before. At her words he catches her hand and presses a gentle kiss to her palm.
"Of course, you could go to hell itself and I would find you. I didn't know it until I had you, but I need you Camilla. Without you I... I don't want to be, it's like part of my soul is torn out whenever you are going."
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