Ravanys Tranir
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The Blue Rose of Tranir
Roleplay posts: 85 
Age: 39
Physical Description: Ravanys is an imposing woman of pure Varan breeding, looming at an impressive 5'10". She is muscular and pale-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair and piercing blue eyes. She rarely smiles, usually bearing a stoic expression on features that would otherwise be lovely, if not for the frown perpetually marring them.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a former vassal of the Von Harens, Ravanys owns a set of black plate armor, adorned with skulls and her personal sigil of the blue rose. She also bears a two-handed broadsword, the hilt of which is emblazoned with the skull and rose, her most prized possession. She is rarely seen outside of her armor, but when she is, it is in plain black clothing consisting of long-sleeved tunic, trousers, and sturdy leather boots.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 20:24:46 GMT -8
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Post by Ravanys Tranir on Feb 23, 2016 17:53:15 GMT -8
When the orc threw his blade and it skidded in her direction, Ravanys shifted her stance, planting one foot slightly behind her and gripping her sword's hilt in a gauntlet-clad hand, prepared to draw at a moment's notice. Her eyes narrowed upon the orc. Was he mad? Or simply zealous? Not that there was much of a line between the two to begin with, but he was seemingly dancing upon it. "I am Ravanys Tranir, Captain of the Dread Knights, the sword and shield of House von Haren."
When the orc dropped to his knee, she arched a dark brow, mildly puzzled. Why would an orc seek to serve the mighty House of von Haren? The Varan people weren't known for their welcoming of outsiders. But such an asset as a powerful warrior could not be overlooked... In the end, the decision wasn't hers. So she relaxed her stance somewhat, letting a hand remain casually resting upon sword's pommel, while the other moved to settle at the small of her back, beneath her cape. "..Interesting." Single word murmured to herself, before she raised her voice for the male's benefit once more. "I have alerted the Lord Marshall and Lord von Haren of your arrival. They shall judge whether you are worry to serve their noble and illustrious House."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2016 17:58:50 GMT -8
Huffing heavily out of his nostrils, the grin only stretched further. Perhaps skin was tearing along his mouth, it wouldn't be the first time as he rose, grinning as he looked to the Captain. "And so it shall be. Captain Ravanys." The name hissed out with pride and honor filled with deliverance. He couldn't stop grinning for a while, the massive, thick fangs showing off in the massive jawline presented to the Captain.
"Will I ever be blessed to run along your side, Captain?" He questioned, the small details of what seemed to be a tongue slipping out between fangs as it traveled across the bottom row as he continued to stare at the Captain, waiting for a response, looking down his his arms as he soon snapped his head towards the forest. "And are there game? Food?" his english was only a bit choppy, but still delivered the point less than fluently.
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Ravanys Tranir
Committed
The Blue Rose of Tranir
Roleplay posts: 85
Age: 39
Physical Description: Ravanys is an imposing woman of pure Varan breeding, looming at an impressive 5'10". She is muscular and pale-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair and piercing blue eyes. She rarely smiles, usually bearing a stoic expression on features that would otherwise be lovely, if not for the frown perpetually marring them.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a former vassal of the Von Harens, Ravanys owns a set of black plate armor, adorned with skulls and her personal sigil of the blue rose. She also bears a two-handed broadsword, the hilt of which is emblazoned with the skull and rose, her most prized possession. She is rarely seen outside of her armor, but when she is, it is in plain black clothing consisting of long-sleeved tunic, trousers, and sturdy leather boots.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 20:24:46 GMT -8
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Post by Ravanys Tranir on Feb 23, 2016 18:08:28 GMT -8
The orc wanted to be a Dread Knight? Ravanys barely restrained a scoff at the notion. Outsider filth had no place in the Dread Knights, but in the end, the decision wasn't hers.. not when it came to such a task as the guarding of the royal family. "If Lord von Haren decides you are deserving of a place within his Dread Knights, then so be it."
Following his line of sight toward the treeline, it took her a moment to process his question. Then she grunted. "The forest for twenty miles around the castle is the property of House von Haren, and there is no hunting or trespass permitted without permission of Lord von Haren." Simple enough answer, right?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2016 18:12:36 GMT -8
The orc didn't imply to become a Dread Knight, but kept silent, due to the sudden preposition of it, wondering if that's what she saw him as. As she continued about the forest, a drooling emitted, his sheer clumps of muscle lifted up to wipe his mouth. "So there is a chance.. Forgive me, Captain." He referred to his sudden salivation, increased from before. "It has been many days before I've feasted." He stated, a small chuckle bellowing out of him. "And so I shall wait." With that, the orc fell onto his rump, a fairly heard crash as he seemed completely relaxed, letting his head hang down, dreadlocks covering his face as he closed his eyes and waited.
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Ravanys Tranir
Committed
The Blue Rose of Tranir
Roleplay posts: 85
Age: 39
Physical Description: Ravanys is an imposing woman of pure Varan breeding, looming at an impressive 5'10". She is muscular and pale-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair and piercing blue eyes. She rarely smiles, usually bearing a stoic expression on features that would otherwise be lovely, if not for the frown perpetually marring them.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a former vassal of the Von Harens, Ravanys owns a set of black plate armor, adorned with skulls and her personal sigil of the blue rose. She also bears a two-handed broadsword, the hilt of which is emblazoned with the skull and rose, her most prized possession. She is rarely seen outside of her armor, but when she is, it is in plain black clothing consisting of long-sleeved tunic, trousers, and sturdy leather boots.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 20:24:46 GMT -8
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Post by Ravanys Tranir on Feb 23, 2016 18:16:09 GMT -8
Nothing was offered in response to the apology as Ravanys kept her eyes upon the orc. She didn't trust him. The only people she did trust were the members of House von Haren, and some of the senior Dread Knights below her. Some. Everyone was suspect unless they proved themselves to her. And the only way to do that was to die in service to the House, or damn near. "If Lord von Haren welcomes you, you will be provided with food and drink."
Speaking of the noble head of House von Haren and the ruler of the Black Vale, where was he? And his Lord Marshall, for that matter. Her head turned, looking over her shoulder toward the keep for a scant few seconds. Then her attention turned back to the orc. Watching. Waiting.
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Post by Nash, Lord of Bones on Feb 25, 2016 14:50:20 GMT -8
A small force of undead soldiers march toward the Castle, once the ranks stop, a single envoy comes forward seeking parlay with whoever owns the castle, or whoever was there to meet in his place.  |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2016 16:08:29 GMT -8
The doors of Castle Harenhall open and two figures emerge. One is a ragged looking man, thin and malnourished wrapped in chains. The other is a hulking figure, in armor of deepest ebony. On his back a sword large and wider than some men can be seen. The prisoner lets out a little cry, and tries to run. The brute yanks on the chains lifting the man into the air, to land at the brutes feet. A voice like grating rocks sounds, as the brute backhands the prisoner into silence.
"Speak."
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Post by Nash, Lord of Bones on Feb 25, 2016 16:30:32 GMT -8
The envoy performs a formal bow in greeting to the Dread Knight. The undead envoy had a facemask of bone and his voice was ominous and shallow. "Greetings, I am an envoy sent by my lord Nash, the great Lich of the land nearby. He has caught attention of your recent hegemony here and is interested to find out who you are. He has not known anyone to rule this land for many years."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2016 16:38:18 GMT -8
The prisoner begins to moan and whimper. Uncontrollable terror wracks his body, and he looses control of his bowels. Strife grunts and annoyance, reaching down and snapping his neck.
"Rapist, executed. Law of House Von Harren."
Satisfied that he has done his duty, and answered the undead's question, Strife lapses into silence.
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Post by Nash, Lord of Bones on Feb 25, 2016 16:47:42 GMT -8
"Von Haren you say?... We assumed that house was dead long ago. Fascinating how things don't always stay dead... Would your Lord wish to meet mine? As the Von Harens are known for necromancy, my lord may be interested in perhaps a non-aggression pact, or something more..." The envoy then looks to the corpse, "What will you do with the body?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2016 17:06:02 GMT -8
"Not here. Leave message."
His emotionless voice grates out. Then calm as can be he unsheathes his sword. He hold it in one hand, and lifts the corpse with the other. He rams his great sword through the abdomen, and lifts the body over his head. Blood rains down on him, soaking into his armor. When the corpse is drained, it is flung toward the undead. Strife's armor glows a dangerous, demonic, crimson.
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Post by Nash, Lord of Bones on Feb 25, 2016 17:29:33 GMT -8
"Thank you." The envoy hisses and waves for a pair of Skeletal knights to retrieve the corpse, Cadavers have so many uses! The envoy waited, seemingly muttering to himself, then spoke again. "Very well. We will be withdrawing to a ruined castle nearby, Your lord can send for a meeting there, He likely knows the place." The envoy bowed and returned to the small army, a horn blew and the army made its way to the Ruins of Castle Black. |
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Ravanys Tranir
Committed
The Blue Rose of Tranir
Roleplay posts: 85
Age: 39
Physical Description: Ravanys is an imposing woman of pure Varan breeding, looming at an impressive 5'10". She is muscular and pale-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair and piercing blue eyes. She rarely smiles, usually bearing a stoic expression on features that would otherwise be lovely, if not for the frown perpetually marring them.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a former vassal of the Von Harens, Ravanys owns a set of black plate armor, adorned with skulls and her personal sigil of the blue rose. She also bears a two-handed broadsword, the hilt of which is emblazoned with the skull and rose, her most prized possession. She is rarely seen outside of her armor, but when she is, it is in plain black clothing consisting of long-sleeved tunic, trousers, and sturdy leather boots.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 20:24:46 GMT -8
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Post by Ravanys Tranir on Mar 6, 2016 21:41:54 GMT -8
Some days prior, having given the Orc leave to depart to the barracks to eat, drink, and rest, Ravanys returned from the external training camp of the Dread Knights, riding into the Dreadhalls in silence. Her armor was gone, this day, leaving her in only breeches, tunic, and boots, all of pure black. She wore her black cloak, which was emblazoned with the sigils of both House von Haren and her own House Tranir, as well as her personal symbol, the Blue Rose. As she dismounted, she handed the reins of her steed to a groom and moved into the castle.
The tread of her boots echoing on the stone floor, she pulled her gloves off, looking around to see if anyone was present. Upon seeing a passing servant, she stopped them, tucking her gloves behind her belt. "Alert either Lord von Haren or Lord Ulfgar to my arrival, and then inform me of where I should meet with them to give my report." With the command issued, she crossed her arms, leaning up against a nearby wall to wait.
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Salya von Haren
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Feeling funny
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Youngish
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 22:16:52 GMT -8
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Post by Salya von Haren on Mar 6, 2016 21:49:39 GMT -8
The sharp clicking of boot heels on time would alert Ravanys to somebody approaching. However, it's neither Lord Ulfang nor Lord Ulfgar, but rather Salya. She walks up to Ravanys, giving a rather taut smile.
"Father and uncle are out, Captain Ravanys. Is there anything I can help you with? Do come in, don't stand out in the cold."
She steps aside, gesturing for Rafanys to enter the castle.
"What was it you wanted?"
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Ravanys Tranir
Committed
The Blue Rose of Tranir
Roleplay posts: 85
Age: 39
Physical Description: Ravanys is an imposing woman of pure Varan breeding, looming at an impressive 5'10". She is muscular and pale-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair and piercing blue eyes. She rarely smiles, usually bearing a stoic expression on features that would otherwise be lovely, if not for the frown perpetually marring them.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a former vassal of the Von Harens, Ravanys owns a set of black plate armor, adorned with skulls and her personal sigil of the blue rose. She also bears a two-handed broadsword, the hilt of which is emblazoned with the skull and rose, her most prized possession. She is rarely seen outside of her armor, but when she is, it is in plain black clothing consisting of long-sleeved tunic, trousers, and sturdy leather boots.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 20:24:46 GMT -8
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Post by Ravanys Tranir on Mar 6, 2016 22:02:04 GMT -8
That tread was most definitely not masculine. Not with those sharp, staccato steps. Leaning away from the wall, Ravanys straightened, knowing who was going to be appearing within moments. Despite mentally chastising herself, Ravanys couldn't keep her gaze from roving across Salya's form when she appeared. The woman just looked so good, it was almost painful to poor Ravanys. Placing her fist over her heart, she dipped into a quick bow, only straightening when Salya gestured for her to enter the castle. "Thank you, Lady Salya."
Moving past the noblewoman, and being supremely careful not to touch her, Ravanys entered the castle. Clasping her hands behind her, beneath the billow of her cloak, once she was properly within the castle itself, she turned to face Salya. Her face was, as ever, impassive, but those normally cold eyes were slightly heated. Being around the Von Haren lady had that effect on her. "I was here to give my report on the trainee Dread Knights. Lord von Haren and Lord Ulfgar like to be kept abreast of their progress." ..Abreast. Damn her word choice... She cleared her throat, trying not to seem as awkward as she suddenly felt. "But given they are out, I should perhaps come back at another time."
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Salya von Haren
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Feeling funny
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Youngish
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 22:16:52 GMT -8
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Post by Salya von Haren on Mar 6, 2016 22:11:19 GMT -8
Remembering what her father had said, Salya notices the Captain's gaze. She takes a quick glance of her own, just for curiosity's sake. Only because she didn't know what the captain looked like, that was all. Nothing more. She gives herself a subtle shake to clear her head.
"Eh...no, come on in. You came all this way, I won't send you away just so you can return tomorrow. Come inside. If you need anything, ask the staff."
Salya sits down in one of the many big, soft chairs in the castle gathering room.
"A drink, some food...just ask, and one of the servants will fetch it for you. They really are quite effective."
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Ravanys Tranir
Committed
The Blue Rose of Tranir
Roleplay posts: 85
Age: 39
Physical Description: Ravanys is an imposing woman of pure Varan breeding, looming at an impressive 5'10". She is muscular and pale-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair and piercing blue eyes. She rarely smiles, usually bearing a stoic expression on features that would otherwise be lovely, if not for the frown perpetually marring them.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a former vassal of the Von Harens, Ravanys owns a set of black plate armor, adorned with skulls and her personal sigil of the blue rose. She also bears a two-handed broadsword, the hilt of which is emblazoned with the skull and rose, her most prized possession. She is rarely seen outside of her armor, but when she is, it is in plain black clothing consisting of long-sleeved tunic, trousers, and sturdy leather boots.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 20:24:46 GMT -8
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Post by Ravanys Tranir on Mar 6, 2016 22:41:23 GMT -8
Ravanys nearly choked. Had Salya just been.. looking at her? No, surely not. She was a noble and would never sully herself with the likes of Ravanys Tranir, of the House that was, up until a few months ago, so minor as to be considered barely above peasantry. Following Salya toward the seating area, Ravanys hovered uncertainly near a chair. This was bad. Ravanys didn't do uncertain. She was always sure of herself. But she felt on.. uneven ground, now.
"I.." She shouldn't stay, that's what she should say. Instead, what came out, was: "Perhaps I could write a summary of my report and leave it for Lord von Haren or Lord Ulfgar to read upon their return." The slightest twitch of a muscle in her cheek was the only betrayal of her inner thoughts, which were something along the lines of, 'Why are you trying to stay around this woman who barely acknowledges your existence and looks at you like the dirt beneath her boots when she does?' The answer was because, apparently, Ravanys was a masochist.
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Salya von Haren
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Feeling funny
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Youngish
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 22:16:52 GMT -8
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Post by Salya von Haren on Mar 6, 2016 22:46:11 GMT -8
Salya nods. Ravanys seems nervous for some reason, she thinks. How odd.
"You could do that, but you know how they love to hear things firsthand. They ask all sorts of questions. You'd best stay, they'll be back tomorrow."
With a click of the tongue, Salya summons a servant.
"Get me a drink, please. A glass of wine. Gaulish. And get Captain Ravanys whatever she likes as well,"
The harried-looking maid nods, then turns to Ravanys.
"Anything you'd like, Ma'am?"
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Ravanys Tranir
Committed
The Blue Rose of Tranir
Roleplay posts: 85
Age: 39
Physical Description: Ravanys is an imposing woman of pure Varan breeding, looming at an impressive 5'10". She is muscular and pale-skinned, with shoulder-length black hair and piercing blue eyes. She rarely smiles, usually bearing a stoic expression on features that would otherwise be lovely, if not for the frown perpetually marring them.
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Clothes and Equipment: As a former vassal of the Von Harens, Ravanys owns a set of black plate armor, adorned with skulls and her personal sigil of the blue rose. She also bears a two-handed broadsword, the hilt of which is emblazoned with the skull and rose, her most prized possession. She is rarely seen outside of her armor, but when she is, it is in plain black clothing consisting of long-sleeved tunic, trousers, and sturdy leather boots.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 20:24:46 GMT -8
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Post by Ravanys Tranir on Mar 6, 2016 22:51:53 GMT -8
Ravanys closed her eyes at Salya's veritable command. It was clear: The gods hated her, and wanted her to suffer, being stuck alone (aside from the servants, undead, and guards) in a castle with a woman she desired to the point of physical pain. When the maid turned to address her, Ravanys opened her eyes, clenching her jaw, and gritted out two terse words. "Something strong." She got the feeling she was going to need it.
Seeing no other choice in the matter, she stepped around to the front of the chair she'd been standing beside, and after flicking her cape out of the way, sat. Except she looked far from comfortable. She perched on the edge of the seat with her hands resting atop her thighs, curled into tight fists. Keeping her gaze respectfully averted from Salya's, fixed to a point on the wall behind her, Ravanys struggled to think. She'd been given etiquette lessons growing up, of course, but she'd always been.. less a courtier, and more a fighter. In the end, she managed to dredge up some form of courtly politeness. "..Have things been.. satisfactory.. in your time here at Harenhall?"
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Salya von Haren
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Feeling funny
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Youngish
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 22:16:52 GMT -8
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Post by Salya von Haren on Mar 7, 2016 8:11:09 GMT -8
Salya nods, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs in a supremely noble fashion.
"Things have been very satisfactory, captain. Honestly, you should relax. Look at you, all tense and stiff. Take your armor off, you can't wear that all day."
As the servant returns, Salya reaches out and takes the wine glass delicately, swirling it around before taking a dainty sip.
"Mmm...I always did like Gaulish wine."
The servant hands Ravanys a glass of brandy.
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