Jayce Istilix
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147 
Age: 146
Physical Description: Jayce stands at an imposing six foot three with broad shoulders and a powerful frame. His features are striking and powerful, a square jaw, commanding silver eyes, and short white hair. His expression is usually one of grim determination, though he can be encouraged to smile or laugh under the right circumstances. Though he is human and incredible old his clean shaven face is smooth and unlined.
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Clothes and Equipment: His primary weapon is a great sword dubbed The Covenant of Faith. It is a holy weapon that is bane to evil and it is said it will only break if it's wielder does. He usually dresses in ordained steel plate armor. This armor is resistant to magical attack as well as evil energies.
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Post by Jayce Istilix on Jun 12, 2016 20:48:26 GMT -8
Jayce shifted on the boulder. He lifts his great sword from his back and sets it aside. It was hard to sit properly when you have a large sword strapped to your back. He waits for the girl to break the silence. Best to let her dictate the pace of the conversation. He wasn't as good with people as he once was, but he figured that it was the right move here. It takes a few minutes, but eventually she speaks. It was a simple question, but it was a start.
"Jayce Istilix. Paladin of Faith and you are?"
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274 
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jun 12, 2016 20:57:14 GMT -8
Arya herself had only her golden sword, which was considerable smaller than his great-sword. Currently she had the blade resting on her lap, having removed it from her back as well where it was usually strapped to her form. While she was sitting there she had been channeling holy magic, only a bit, into the sword while she brooded on her unfortunate circumstance. Charging the gems with holy energy was a relaxing task for her, and it would also leave her prepared with a considerable amount of energy at her disposal for whenever she next needed to use it. Whether it be to defend someone or some place or for healing.
When Jayce said his name Arya would not slightly, her ruby gaze not moving from the golden sword in her lap which she seemed to stare intently at as it displayed her reflection in it's golden polished blade. She seemed to be thoughtful, albeit a bit melancholy at the moment.
"I am Arya Shieldheart, nice to meet you Jayce," she said. She did not really know where this conversation was going, or what he was doing up here in the mountains to be honest. She was somewhat surprised to run into anyone here.
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Jayce Istilix
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 146
Physical Description: Jayce stands at an imposing six foot three with broad shoulders and a powerful frame. His features are striking and powerful, a square jaw, commanding silver eyes, and short white hair. His expression is usually one of grim determination, though he can be encouraged to smile or laugh under the right circumstances. Though he is human and incredible old his clean shaven face is smooth and unlined.
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Clothes and Equipment: His primary weapon is a great sword dubbed The Covenant of Faith. It is a holy weapon that is bane to evil and it is said it will only break if it's wielder does. He usually dresses in ordained steel plate armor. This armor is resistant to magical attack as well as evil energies.
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Registered: Apr 29, 2016 21:27:45 GMT -8
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Post by Jayce Istilix on Jun 12, 2016 21:22:23 GMT -8
After introductions Jayce fell back into silence. For him it was a comfortable silence. It was a beautiful day now that the storm had passed. The mountain air was crisp and clean and sat pleasantly in his lungs. The sun was poking through the clouds and its rays were a welcome addition. Though his breath still came out in little puffs of steam he wasn't cold. He stares down the side of the mountain out at the sprawling expanse of Isra's farmland, a beautiful sight to be sure. Eventually though he did speak up slowly, but without hesitancy or worry.
"It is good to meet you as well Arya. You seem as though you are carrying a burden of the heart. I know I am a stranger to you, but we walk the same path. If you wish to share I would be happy to listen. Perhaps I may even be able to offer advice."
With his offer provided the paladin fell silent once more. It was Arya's choice now whether to accept his offer or not. He had been guided here, but that didn't mean she would accept his help just that she needed it.
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Kaylie Imrahil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 182
Age: 27
Physical Description: She has the look of a woman who was once beautiful and maybe still, but years spent fighting and scrounging for survival have all kept her from emphasizing that. Her brown hair is medium-length, hanging down just past her shoulders and commonly has bits of forest debris lodged in it.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears simple leather armor and greaves, weathered and dirty, but incredibly functional. She has a large longbow, large for someone of her size at least, as well a longsword sheathed at her hip. A sun marshall badge is displayed prominently on her left breast.
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Post by Kaylie Imrahil on Jun 13, 2016 7:25:45 GMT -8
The rough terrain of the Norkari Mountains provided little difficulty for the seasoned traveller, and she made her way carefully towards the White Mountain, on the lookout for any sign of the Frost Kingdom. Her journey was completely uneventful through the Isran part of the Mountains, and eventually she made it to the frozen mountains of Frostborne. Putting on her thick furs and a heavy winter cloak, she crossed into Frostborne.
<Exit to Kingdom of Frostborne>
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jun 13, 2016 10:08:28 GMT -8
Arya would consider his offer for a bit. He was indeed a paladin as she was, and upon closer inspection of his holy magic she could tell he also followed the same tenants as she did, which was the seven virtues. Maybe she could trust him, or maybe not. Arya was considerably more guarded now with her emotions than she had been previously. How did he know what troubled her anyways? Perhaps he was like Lum'valia, who was able to tell what emotions she was feeling sometimes.
"Yeah... Burdens of the heart are troubling me right now, but I don't plan on it ever being a problem again," she said. Her words were somewhat vague but they implied a simple concept. She would rather distance herself from others from now on rather than be hurt again.
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Jayce Istilix
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 146
Physical Description: Jayce stands at an imposing six foot three with broad shoulders and a powerful frame. His features are striking and powerful, a square jaw, commanding silver eyes, and short white hair. His expression is usually one of grim determination, though he can be encouraged to smile or laugh under the right circumstances. Though he is human and incredible old his clean shaven face is smooth and unlined.
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Clothes and Equipment: His primary weapon is a great sword dubbed The Covenant of Faith. It is a holy weapon that is bane to evil and it is said it will only break if it's wielder does. He usually dresses in ordained steel plate armor. This armor is resistant to magical attack as well as evil energies.
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Post by Jayce Istilix on Jun 13, 2016 11:25:06 GMT -8
Jayce shifts and sighs. Arya was clearly troubled and he wasn't sure what advice he could give. He was far too old for this. Still her words strike a cord with him. They remind him of his youth, he had been hurt and broken once. It had taken him a long time to learn how to cope. He takes a deep breath and thinks on how to word his response.
"I do not recommend that. The only way to avoid burdens of the heart is by throwing your heart away. It is true that it is the house of the most troublesome of emotions. It is true that it can be the source of great pain. But it is also true that it is the source of the greatest joys. It is what gives us the capacity for empathy and care. It gives us not just reason to help others, but the desire to do so. When you throw away that, you run the risk of losing yourself. Still that is only my view on the matter, I do not know what plagues you so stake it with a grain of salt."
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jun 13, 2016 17:21:15 GMT -8
Arya would nod slightly, still looking at her reflection in her golden blade as a few stray rays of sun cast down upon the surrounding area, and reflected off the golden sword leaving glittering golden lights shimmering in the snow.
"Mmm.... You remind me of my master. She would say something like that too, thanks," she said, her words thoughtful.
In truth, she still felt like she wanted to help people, that was why she was a paladin after all. It did not seem to her that that part of her was impacted by her failure of finding love. It did however sadden her, which in turn drained all of her will to do anything at that moment. After a while Arya would yawn, looking up once again to see the sun in the now cleared skies setting behind a mountain,
"It's going to be dark soon," she said simply.
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Jayce Istilix
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 146
Physical Description: Jayce stands at an imposing six foot three with broad shoulders and a powerful frame. His features are striking and powerful, a square jaw, commanding silver eyes, and short white hair. His expression is usually one of grim determination, though he can be encouraged to smile or laugh under the right circumstances. Though he is human and incredible old his clean shaven face is smooth and unlined.
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Clothes and Equipment: His primary weapon is a great sword dubbed The Covenant of Faith. It is a holy weapon that is bane to evil and it is said it will only break if it's wielder does. He usually dresses in ordained steel plate armor. This armor is resistant to magical attack as well as evil energies.
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Post by Jayce Istilix on Jun 13, 2016 19:47:49 GMT -8
"It is."
Jayce remarks calmly as he gets to his feet. His great sword is slung across his back and he stretches. He was old, but he didn't feel old any more that never stopped being odd. He is glad his words helped her and that apparently they reflected what her master would say. He wasn't too good at advice, but the path of virtue taught you much.
"My... home. Is not far from here, if you require a place to rest for the night."
He hesitates slightly on the word home. It is still an odd notion that he has one, or at least something similar to one now.
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jun 14, 2016 18:14:55 GMT -8
Arya smiles lightly when he offers her a place to stay.
"Sure, I can rest at your place for the night," he seemed nice enough, and afterall it was impossible for one to practice holy magics yet hold any evil intentions. The man was trustworthy to her even though she just met him.
Getting up from her rock and strapping her sword to her back once again, she would follow him back to his home through the newly fallen sheets of snow that covered the mountain-side on bare yet nimble feet. The enchantments on her armor made this possible for her as it protected her feet from frostbite.
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Jayce Istilix
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 146
Physical Description: Jayce stands at an imposing six foot three with broad shoulders and a powerful frame. His features are striking and powerful, a square jaw, commanding silver eyes, and short white hair. His expression is usually one of grim determination, though he can be encouraged to smile or laugh under the right circumstances. Though he is human and incredible old his clean shaven face is smooth and unlined.
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Clothes and Equipment: His primary weapon is a great sword dubbed The Covenant of Faith. It is a holy weapon that is bane to evil and it is said it will only break if it's wielder does. He usually dresses in ordained steel plate armor. This armor is resistant to magical attack as well as evil energies.
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Post by Jayce Istilix on Jun 15, 2016 12:38:24 GMT -8
Jayce nods and tromps off back in the direction he came. He wasn't much of a talker, yet he found he was being called to do it a lot recently. He supposed that is what happened when you got involved with angels. Or maybe it was getting involved with a child, who knew?
<Exit to Abandoned Temple.>
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Aug 30, 2016 12:41:48 GMT -8
After a tense dinner and putting Aechon to bed, the attempt of Jayce Istilix to get her to talk had driven the angel out of the temple and into the mountains. She just.. couldn't be there right now. Later she would question why she hadn't just stopped suppressing her aura and flown away. As it was, trudging across rocks and around trees and kicking the occasional stone made her feel oddly better. She was muttering to herself in the angelic tongue, mostly calling herself stupid and wondering why she'd thought she could simply shake off the shades of her past and move forward. Her attire changed to reflect her mood, transitioning from the flowing blue dress to her armor which gleamed in the rising light of the moon. Defensive. Yes. That was a very good word for how she felt right then.
Finally coming to a stop on a precipice that let her look out over the plains in the near distance, Naenia droppe down onto a flat rock and folded her arms in her lap, staring out across the expanse of Isra with a grim expression. The wind whipped her golden hair around her face, and she ignored it, reveling in the wildness of that very wind and how it matched her feelings at the moment. Cold. Bleak.
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Jayce Istilix
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 146
Physical Description: Jayce stands at an imposing six foot three with broad shoulders and a powerful frame. His features are striking and powerful, a square jaw, commanding silver eyes, and short white hair. His expression is usually one of grim determination, though he can be encouraged to smile or laugh under the right circumstances. Though he is human and incredible old his clean shaven face is smooth and unlined.
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Clothes and Equipment: His primary weapon is a great sword dubbed The Covenant of Faith. It is a holy weapon that is bane to evil and it is said it will only break if it's wielder does. He usually dresses in ordained steel plate armor. This armor is resistant to magical attack as well as evil energies.
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Post by Jayce Istilix on Aug 30, 2016 12:46:21 GMT -8
Dinner had been far too tense for Jayce's liking. Then again he'd have liked know tension. Or at the very least to know why things were tense. Naenia though had refused to talk. Instead storming out of the temple when he tried to talk to her. This was rather distressing to Jayce and Aechon. After seeing the boy safely to bed and asking Arya to watch over him he went after her. It wasn't long before he found her. Sitting on the edge of a cliff in her armor. Making no attempt to hide his presence Jayce walks over to her side and plunks down. Then he says in his deep calm voice.
"Naenia, please."
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Aug 30, 2016 13:00:22 GMT -8
Naenia felt the approach of his aura, heard the tread of his steps upon the stone, and right before he sat down beside her, the wind stopped. The angel lowered her head, letting the untamed tangle of hair fall down around her face like a shield while she stared at her knees. She couldn't look at him. It hurt too much. She'd thought things had been going well over the past few days, and then... She sighed.
"Please, do not ask me to speak about this. I understand your decision and will not try to dissuade you, but I cannot simply act as though I am at peace with it. Not yet. I need time to grieve before I can find that sort of composure." Her voice cracked as she fought against the surge of tears, but at least they didn't fall. She could still retain some of her dignity. The thought of trying to coexist in that temple alongside Jayce and Arya, of seeing them together, made her stomach churn. Or perhaps they would be merciful, take pity on her aching heart and leave.
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Jayce Istilix
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 146
Physical Description: Jayce stands at an imposing six foot three with broad shoulders and a powerful frame. His features are striking and powerful, a square jaw, commanding silver eyes, and short white hair. His expression is usually one of grim determination, though he can be encouraged to smile or laugh under the right circumstances. Though he is human and incredible old his clean shaven face is smooth and unlined.
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Clothes and Equipment: His primary weapon is a great sword dubbed The Covenant of Faith. It is a holy weapon that is bane to evil and it is said it will only break if it's wielder does. He usually dresses in ordained steel plate armor. This armor is resistant to magical attack as well as evil energies.
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Post by Jayce Istilix on Aug 30, 2016 13:09:19 GMT -8
"My decision? Grieve? Naenia, what are you talking about? What decision have I made?"
Jayce looks at Naenia concern and confusion plain on his face. He can see her obvious distress. It is in her posture and her voice. The weight of sadness pressing against her. From her words he can tell it is something he has done. But for the life of him he doesn't know what. He wants to pull her into his arms, to try and provide comfort. But he can tell that she doesn't want that. At least not yet. Once she speaks perhaps he will know what to do.
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Aug 30, 2016 13:15:42 GMT -8
..Why did he sound so confused? Surely he knew what she was speaking about. Naenia slowly raised her head and looked at Jayce, brow furrowed in puzzlement. Her blue eyes searched the paladin's face, trying to find any hint of deception. There was none. Did he not..? She firmly clamped down on the sudden flicker of hope in her heart as she slowly replied.
"..Your decision to be with Paladin Shieldheart. I understand that you would rather be.. involved with someone of your own kind. I know we made no promises and I will not hold you to our agreement. You deserve to be happy with another human." She did her best to keep her voice carefully neutral, but there was still the slightest inflection that made it sound as though she were asking a question. She was right.. wasn't she? He'd brought the female paladin back to the temple because he was interested in her. Hadn't he?
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Jayce Istilix
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 146
Physical Description: Jayce stands at an imposing six foot three with broad shoulders and a powerful frame. His features are striking and powerful, a square jaw, commanding silver eyes, and short white hair. His expression is usually one of grim determination, though he can be encouraged to smile or laugh under the right circumstances. Though he is human and incredible old his clean shaven face is smooth and unlined.
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Clothes and Equipment: His primary weapon is a great sword dubbed The Covenant of Faith. It is a holy weapon that is bane to evil and it is said it will only break if it's wielder does. He usually dresses in ordained steel plate armor. This armor is resistant to magical attack as well as evil energies.
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Post by Jayce Istilix on Aug 30, 2016 13:28:27 GMT -8
This statement is met with an equally dumbfounded look. It was actually comical in a way. The normally stone faced paladin's eyes were searching. His mouth slightly open and his eye brows raised. It takes him a moment to piece together what Naenia is talking about. When he finally does he looks aghast.
"Naenia are you suggesting that... Paladin Shieldheart and I are... No! What gave you that impression? She is young enough to be my grand daughter!"
He sputters in confusion not sure how to handle the suggestion. Genuinely dumbfounded by what could have given Naenia that impression. So far as he was aware he'd been perfectly professional in his dealings with the other Paladin. As he should be. The thought of pursuing a relation with her was abhorrent. As he'd said she was young enough to be his grand daughter, his great grand daughter even.
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Aug 30, 2016 13:51:51 GMT -8
The look on his face would've been amusing, had Naenia been in the proper frame of mind to be amused. As it was, she was only growing more and more confused, and it became obvious on her face when he spoke. She blinked rapidly, as though that would clear away the puzzlement she felt. It did no such thing, of course, and then she was trying to explain her thought processes to him.. without letting on how insecure she'd been feeling since seeing Arya standing beside him earlier that day.
"I.. she is human, and a paladin.. you have much in common with her. And although you are old in mind and spirit, your body is young. I just.. I thought.. when I saw you had brought her to the temple.. I thought you had decided to.. bestow your affections elsewhere." She was starting to realize that she'd been very wrong. Which made her feel not only relieved, but embarrassed, and she lowered her head again as she felt her cheeks fill with heat. Twisting her fingers together, she spoke quietly.
"..I get the impression that I am very much mistaken."
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Jayce Istilix
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 146
Physical Description: Jayce stands at an imposing six foot three with broad shoulders and a powerful frame. His features are striking and powerful, a square jaw, commanding silver eyes, and short white hair. His expression is usually one of grim determination, though he can be encouraged to smile or laugh under the right circumstances. Though he is human and incredible old his clean shaven face is smooth and unlined.
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Clothes and Equipment: His primary weapon is a great sword dubbed The Covenant of Faith. It is a holy weapon that is bane to evil and it is said it will only break if it's wielder does. He usually dresses in ordained steel plate armor. This armor is resistant to magical attack as well as evil energies.
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Registered: Apr 29, 2016 21:27:45 GMT -8
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Post by Jayce Istilix on Aug 30, 2016 13:58:38 GMT -8
"Yes! Things transpired exactly as I said. I met Arya on the side of the mountain. She needed a place to shelter for the night and I offered. That is it, that is all that has happened."
There was an unprecedented level of emotion in Jayce's voice. He sounded more like the young man he appeared to be, rather than ageless warrior he often acted like. He takes several calming breaths and then with a tentative hand reaches out. He takes Naenia's chin in his large hand and tilts her face up to his. Then he says with slightly more control.
"I did not approach the possibility of a relation with you lightly. It was not a choice I made on the spur of the moment. I noticed how you looked at me and I wondered if I could let myself grow close to another again. If I could chose to try and start a relationship with someone else. When I decided I could, it was because I was thinking of you. My heart is settled on you. I do not know if it will become love, but it is a deep affection that I wish to nurture. I would not abandon it so easily."
Then the paladin leans in and kisses her. Lightly, tenderly, and lovingly.
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Aug 30, 2016 14:20:20 GMT -8
Naenia ducked her head and raised her shoulders in a wince as she heard the impassioned tone of Jayce's voice. She'd been so very mistaken, and she'd offended him. She was too ashamed to look up, but she was trying to muster the presence of mind to form an apology. She had just opened her mouth to apologize - profusely - when she felt his touch against her face. Raising her head, she looked up at him with guilt and regret in her gaze. He was a paladin. More than that, he was a good and honest man. That she would think he would simply turn to another with no consideration for her feelings... Perhaps that was the problem. She hadn't really been thinking. It had been her heart, still wounded and insecure, that had overreacted.
Her eyes widened as she listened to what Jayce said, and then her heart filled with warmth. He really did care about her? A smile slowly began to steal across her lips, but it disappeared when Jayce kissed her. Naenia closed her eyes, reaching up to place her hand on his cheek as she kissed him back, although the contact remained as it had been at its inception - soft and sweet. She didn't seek to deepen it or change it in any way, even though the contact stirred her blood. Samael had never kissed her like this. How could she have ever thought that he loved her? After several long moments, she broke the kiss and tilted her head to rest her brow against his jaw, breathing a soft laugh, followed by words spoken equally quietly.
"I am sorry I misjudged your intentions, Jayce. I should not have let my insecurity paint my perception of events. I can admit that I have still been uncertain of myself and the situations in my life as I recover from my first experience with a broken heart. But I should not have doubted you. I will not do so again." There was a firm conviction in her voice, even though her tone remained gentle.
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Jayce Istilix
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 147
Age: 146
Physical Description: Jayce stands at an imposing six foot three with broad shoulders and a powerful frame. His features are striking and powerful, a square jaw, commanding silver eyes, and short white hair. His expression is usually one of grim determination, though he can be encouraged to smile or laugh under the right circumstances. Though he is human and incredible old his clean shaven face is smooth and unlined.
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Clothes and Equipment: His primary weapon is a great sword dubbed The Covenant of Faith. It is a holy weapon that is bane to evil and it is said it will only break if it's wielder does. He usually dresses in ordained steel plate armor. This armor is resistant to magical attack as well as evil energies.
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Registered: Apr 29, 2016 21:27:45 GMT -8
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Post by Jayce Istilix on Aug 30, 2016 14:29:25 GMT -8
The kiss was simple, but sincere. When their lips finally parted Jayce let out a contended sigh. Content just from that. Just from a simple conformation of their burgeoning feelings. He gazes at her with his silvery hues. Within those eyes the faint sparks of love finally catch hold. It is a small fire now, but it can be seen in how he looks at her. Given time and proper nurturing it may one day develop into a roaring flame. His body moves as an extension of this new love. An wrapping around her waist to pull her armored frame onto his lap. He holds her tight, though since they are both in armor it is far from an intimate embrace. Well at least physically. From an emotional stand point it was quite intimate for the paladin.
"I forgive you Naenia."
He offers nothing else. She know what she did wrong and there was no need to lay down further admonishments.
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