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)
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Post by Ravanys Tranir on Mar 15, 2016 21:47:27 GMT -8
"As you wish, my lady." Ravanys had managed to pull most of her clothing on by this point, and propped her hands on her hips as Salya departed. What a woman.. she hated to see her go, but loved to watch her leave... Shaking those thoughts aside, she waited for a time, to minimize the chance of anyone seeing them leave the same room close together. She needed to at least try and protect Salya's reputation, after all. Finally, she exited the room as well, going to the quarters provided for her night's stay. It would be a long night, she feared.. likely to be spent staring at the ceiling and reliving the events of the past few hours.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2016 18:18:44 GMT -8
<Six and a half months later>
Six months. It had been six long, lonely months at Harenhall with only Salya for company. Which meant not much company at all, really, as the girl didn't like Azure much at all. And Azure knew it. But Ulfang was to return home today! The tiny Elf was filled with elation at the knowledge, as the raven had arrived just that morning to announce they were just a few hours out from Harenhall. Dressing in a fine gown of dark blue with a set of sturdy black boots, Azure braided two sections of hair back from her face to keep it out of the way, and started out of the rooms which belonged to her and Ulfang. But then she paused, and grabbed a large, pale blue cape, slinging it around her shoulders and making sure it was securely fastened up the front.
She had been hiding her condition ever since she became aware of it, two months after Ulfang's departure to the Goraian border. Honestly, she didn't trust Salya - and she didn't want word getting to Ulfang while he was gone. This was news he needed to receive face to face, from Azure herself.. and preferably not in front of his brother, his niece, and his men. Examining herself in a nearby mirror, and satisfied that the cape hid her burgeoning belly well enough, she lifted her skirts up so she wouldn't trip over them and hurried through the castle, down to the lower bailey to await their return.
Though many of the servants disdained her for being an outsider, and an Elf, they nonetheless understood that Azure was Ulfang's woman, and thus allowed her to move toward the front of the crowd that awaited the return of their King. Peering anxiously out of the opening in the wall, her breath caught as she saw the first glimpse of her lover, her King, atop his horse. Tears welled in her eyes, but she refused to let them show as she clasped her hands before her, waiting for the army to near. Once Ulfang was within hearing range, she dipped into a careful curtsy; obviously, she'd been reading up on courtly practices and mannerisms while he was gone. "Welcome home, Your Majesty." As she straightened, bright cerulean eyes fixed on his face. "Castle Harenhall has missed you." I missed you. That was what her loving gaze said.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181 
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Mar 18, 2016 18:53:55 GMT -8
Ulfang's vast army stretches as far as the eye can see along the Black Road, ranks upon ranks of undead preceeded by considerably fewer Dread Knights clad in gleaming black plate. At the head of the army is Ulfang, singular in his glory, rides atop his massive black stallion. His long, white hair flows in the wind behind him along with his fur cloak, and black plated gauntlets grip the reins, his posture regal and powerful.
It is several minutes between when the army's approach is visible and its arrival at the gates. Before they enter, Ulfang gestures wordlessly at the masses of undead, and while some of the larger ghouls scramble over the walls, the majority of them begin toward the mountainside to rejoin their kin within the massive necropolis built there. The rest of the Dread Knights know their drill, but they don't move until Ulfang wheels his horse about and calls out, "Knights! Fall out!"
The formation breaks and the formerly solemn and grim-looking knights begun to converse among themselves like actual people, breaking off into groups with their friends as they enter the castle gates, aiming for the stables first, and then the barracks. Ulfang, however, has another target as he rides through the raised portcullis, his eyes immediately falling upon those vibrant blue irises of her lover's.
He grins a wide grin as he sees her and trots up beside her, dismounting and chuckling heartily at her noble greeting. His is a very different one. Without saying a word, he cups her face with his huge, rough hand and leans down to plant a long, loving kiss upon her lips.
When he finally pulls back, he replies, his voice filled with love and compassion, "And I missed it, my love, and you. Every day I was gone I thought of naught but your beautiful face waiting for me when I returned."
He then hugs her tight, although as he feels her bulge against his abdomen he pulls back just enough to give her a raised brow, his expression slightly curious. He knows what he felt, but her plain, obscuring outfit suddenly makes sense to him. She was trying to hide a pregnant belly. Azure likely knows him well enough to know his expression means, "do we need to speak in private?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2016 19:16:51 GMT -8
The little Elf absolutely lit up when Ulfang greeted her so sweetly, and she kissed him back with delight, pouring her love into the embrace of lips. When they broke apart, she murmured softly. "You know I missed you terribly..." She had simply been trying to avoid saying so aloud for everyone within the courtyard to hear. Her position here was precarious, basically no more than Ulfang's mistress; although he clearly loved her, she was still viewed as veritably a harlot, and definitely disposable.
When he pulled her close, her eyes widened, knowing that he would feel the hard circle of her body where their child lay. As though sensing its father's aura, the babe stirred and shifted, kicking energetically and knocking the wind out of Azure almost as much as the look Ulfang himself aimed at her. Trying to keep her smile on her face, and keep up appearances, she nodded at him. Her eyes were filled with excitement and happiness, despite the trepidation in the curve of her lips. Stepping back a bit, she took his arm and gestured toward the castle. "I am sure you are tired, my King. Let us retire inside, that you may rest and refresh yourself." And have a very important talk.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Mar 18, 2016 19:25:24 GMT -8
"Indeed! I would so enjoy a bath, as well. All that time on the road has left me rather grimy," responds Ulfang, wrapping his arm about her own and leading her within. He ignores the mildly disgusted stares of his constituents. They were his people, they would either learn to love Azure or learn to live with his decision to love her. Especially since part of that long conversation would have a particularly special proposition, now that he knows she's pregnant. It's about time the Black Vale had a queen.
Ulfang guides her to their room and shuts the door, bolting it and placing a ward of silencing upon the heavy redwood portal. Then, he slowly turns around to face Azure, his face lit up with a wide, excited grin.
"An heir! I'm going to have an heir!" he exclaims as he picks his love up in his arms in a tight, yet tender embrace. He had taken the fairly long walk to their room as an opportunity to process his fairly conflicted emotions in silence and had come to the conclusion that this was, indeed, a good thing. Ulfang is an aging man. He does not yet know if he wishes to submit himself to lichdom when the time finally comes, but he does know that a lich will never rule the Black Vale. Thus, he needs an heir. And...he needs a queen. That conversation would come later.
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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)
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Post by Ravanys Tranir on Mar 18, 2016 19:27:20 GMT -8
Having accompanied Ulfang near the head of the army, Ravanys watched with a slight moue of distaste as her King greeted his Elven mistress. However, when they moved inside, she imparted a few last commands to her lieutenants and dismounted her horse, handing the beast off to a groom as her gaze searched the crowd, seeking out Salya. It had been six long months since she had seen her noble lover, and Ravanys wanted to greet her.. and set up a time for a proper greeting, to happen later. Alone. Potentially in Salya's quarters, if she could manage it. She hadn't been able to get the Von Haren lady out of her mind during all those cold, lonely months, surrounded by men...
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2016 19:35:18 GMT -8
"Of course, my liege." As they walked, she gestured to a nearby servant, indicating that they should begin preparing the bath that Ulfang wanted. As soon as they were within their room, Azure walked further into the space, removing her cape as she went and hanging it from a hook. This revealed the way the fabric draped over her very noticeably pregnant body. How had she managed to hide it? Lots of trickery and being very careful. As she turned back to face him, her eyes filled with anxiety, she found herself faced with.. a very happy Ulfang.
Relief filled her, to the point where she breathed a watery laugh as she was picked up, her small arms winding around his neck. "Yes, my love.. I carry your child." Whether it was boy or girl, Azure couldn't tell, no matter how she tried to sense it; all she knew was that the babe was energetic, and had a healthy appetite. Stroking her fingers through Ulfang's hair, she gave him a love-filled smile. "I am so happy you are home.. I missed you more than words can say." Hormones getting the better of her, Azure sniffled as tears slid down her cheeks.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Mar 18, 2016 20:08:33 GMT -8
"Oh, my sweet," coos the huge king gently, running his fingertips through her long blue hair as he golds her close, "I missed you too. I missed you more with every passing day. I would have invited you to our war camp, but our attack was cut short by an enemy who challenged us to personal combat and won. It was an honour duel, and I would not go against my word as a king and betray the terms of said duel, so we were forced to fully withdraw. A ceasefire was called for six months."
"Enough about war, though," says Ulfang, waving the matter aside with his words as well as his hands, "we have more pressing matters. I cannot believe you carry my child! What a lucky man I am to have the privilege of rearing an heir with you by my side."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2016 21:19:54 GMT -8
Azure smiled through her tears, to hear that Ulfang had missed her so much. She was glad when talk of war was forgotten in favor of their child, and she laughed softly, pulling back just a bit. "I do not know that I will be a good mother.. but I will try." The babe stirred again, and Azure smiled, reaching up to grasp one of Ulfang's hands. It was drawn down and placed over the swell of her abdomen, allowing him to feel as their child stirred, then kicked directly below the warmth of his palm. Her eyes filled with yet more tears as she cooed in a soft voice. "Yes, little one.. this is your father."
She was so happy it hurt, and she didn't even try to stop crying as she looked up at Ulfang. One hand remained laying atop his, pressed to her belly, while the other rose and laid against his cheek, her thumb caressing his skin. "I did everything I could not to let anyone find out. You deserved to know from me, not from some letter.. especially not one written by someone else." This was their secret, for right now.. and it felt right. This was their joy, their moment.. no one else deserved to know.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Mar 22, 2016 19:52:27 GMT -8
"You will be an excellent mother, my sweet," replies Ulfang, beaming happily down at Azure. His smile only grows as he feels the child -- his child -- kick beneath his hand, laughing lightly. Moisture begins to well up even in his own eyes, and he has to wipe them away with his forearm before speaking.
"Thank you for keeping it a secret for my sake...but this is a momentous occasion! The Black Vale will have an heir to carry on the Von Haren legacy and we...we will have a child. Now, there is only one problem..." says Ulfang, frowning lightly. He then gets on one knee and takes Azure's hand in his, looking up at her with those mismatched eyes of his.
"Azure, will you be my queen?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2016 19:58:50 GMT -8
Ulfang was so happy about this.. Azure had been inexplicably afraid he would be upset. Of course, she had been proven wrong, which was the most important thing. Her features lit up with joy, she smiled up at him.. a smile which abruptly vanished into a concerned expression when he said there was a problem. What problem? What could possibly be wrong? When he knelt before her, her eyes widened, wondering what in the world he was doing. And then he spoke. The tears which had begun to abate returned full force, and she leaned forward, caressing his cheek as she kissed him softly, then spoke. "I promised you that I would be your wife the first time I told you I loved you. That has not changed. I will happily be your wife, and your queen, Ulfang von Haren."
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Mar 22, 2016 20:20:38 GMT -8
Ulfang returns the kiss in kind and stands back up, cupping her cheeks between his hands. He presses his forehead to hers, sharing his warmth and his soul. He places another kiss gently upon her lips and then looks up into Azure's eyes.
"My sweet Azure, you are like a pleasant dream made reality. I will be lucky to have you as a queen, and as a wife. We must announce our marriage on the morrow. For tonight, I wish to spend quality time with my love, away from the public eye. I want to make up for missed time. Shall we bathe together, my dear? Though I can't promise we'll get any cleaner," he says, his voice more gentle and soft than its usual gruff cadence.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2016 20:25:08 GMT -8
Azure smiled up at him, her eyes alight with love and happiness, even if her brain was swimming in disbelief. They would announce his intent to marry her tomorrow? She was anxious about how his people would react - and his family. Ulfgar hadn't seemed to mind the idea, but Salya didn't like her at all... Still, she wouldn't let those worries plague her now. Not when her beloved was talking about such things that sent a thrill of excitement straight through her, darkening her eyes with heat. "That sounds wonderful.. I have missed your touch, my heart. My own has not sufficed." Her condition had done nothing to dull the appetite he'd instilled within her, and in fact had only heightened it. Taking his hand, she led him toward their private bathing chamber, her gaze filled with promise.
<Fade to black>
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2016 16:39:10 GMT -8
(My greatest apologies, would it be alright if I left a small OOC statement that Kut'Lag is no more at this castle? That he departed in impatience?)
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Mar 28, 2016 9:58:13 GMT -8
After several hours of "bathing", Ulfang emerges from their private bathing chamber, his soon-to-be queen cradled in his arms. He doesn't even bother do dress either of them as he carries her off to his bedchamber, laying her down upon the huge king-sized bed and sliding in beside her.
"So...what have I missed here in my kingdom, my sweet?" he asks as he gazes into her eyes, brushing the backs of his fingertips down across her cheek tenderly.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2016 10:32:38 GMT -8
Azure looked wholly content as she lay within the cradle of Ulfang's arms, her hands resting atop her rounded belly, the idle movement of her thumbs stroking the haven where their child was resting. When she was placed in the bed, the little Elf sighed, stretching languorously with a happy sound. One hand lifted from the curve of her abdomen to reach up and stroke his bearded jaw, simply reveling in the ability to touch him once more. These past months without him had been absolute hell, with no one to talk to, no one to trust...
Rousing herself from these thoughts, she smiled up at Ulfang. "Things have been quiet. The crops and exports are doing well. The people seem to be happy. Admittedly, I have not had much access to pertinent information.. Lady Salya handled most of that." And although she didn't say it, it was clear in those ever-shifting hues that she didn't trust Salya, and didn't like being around her. Part of that was no doubt due to her trying to hide her pregnancy.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
Physical Description: -------------------------------
Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Mar 28, 2016 13:57:31 GMT -8
Ulfang shifts his position so that his head rests upon his palm. He smiles gently down at her, leaning down to place a gentle kiss upon her lips. He snuggles up beside her and wraps his arm about her, stroking that shimmering blue hair placidly as he listens to her summary with a slow nod.
"Mm. Indeed. This all sounds very good," responds Ulfang. He can indeed tell that she harbors a mistrust for his niece, which puts a slight frown upon his face. He knows why, but Azure will soon know that her place lies above Salya, not below it.
"Yes, well. If I ever leave again, you will be in charge of matters here, sweet one, not Salya. You will be queen, and there will be none in these lands who hold more sway than you, save myself. And even then, you are more than capable of swaying me," he continues with a soft grin before placing a comforting kiss upon her lips. He hopes this helps allay her fears about Salya.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2016 14:46:54 GMT -8
His kiss soothed many of her worries away. Not that she was worrying about terribly much right now; she was more focused on the joy of having her beloved at her side again, and the lazy roll of their child within her womb. As she gazed lovingly up at Ulfang, she found herself trying to picture what their babe would look like. Would it have his hair? Her eyes? Would it be a boy? A girl? Would it possess his strong jaw, her pert nose? She couldn't wait to meet the little one, and they apparently echoed the sentiment, as a swift staccato of kicks against her palm accompanied the tumbling of the child within her.
Azure laughed softly, amused by their offspring's prenatal gymnastics, the sound muffled briefly by Ulfang's kiss, and then she grinned up at him. "I will endeavor to be a good queen, my heart, but I should hope never to have you leave my side again if it can be helped." After a final tender caress of his cheek, her hand descended to rest opposite its twin, both of them splayed across the swell of her distended abdomen. She was infinitely glad he'd returned when he had.. she wouldn't have been able to hide her body much longer.
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Ulfang von Haren
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 82
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Ulfang is a bear of a man. He towers over most he meets, and his figure is muscular and powerful, wonderfully preserved despite his age. He has been the head of House Von Haren for over sixty years. While he lacks the immortality of a vampire, he has been able to sustain his health and vitality seemingly indefinitely through his study of the black arts. His hair is snow white and grown long, complemented by a short white beard curved about his jaw. He has a strong jawline and intensely arched eyebrows, as well as one deep, piercing pale yellow right eye. His other eye is milky white, presumably blind, but this only adds to his intimidating visage. His body is covered with scars, material evidence of an existence filled with battle and hardship. He has a deep, strong voice, the sound of which is enough to scare the life out of the living.
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Clothes and Equipment: When in battle, he wears heavy, ornate black plate armour, the shoulders of which are sculpted into the shape of ravens with bizarrely glowing green eyes. The fingertips of the gauntlets have been forged and sharpened into bladed points, to be used as tertiary weaponry should he lose both of his blades. His primary weapon is a cursed, broad greatsword named "Fang", which draws the very life from the enemies it fells and feeds their souls to its master. His secondary weapon is a mundane steel arming sword, used primarily in close quarters. Outside of battle, he generally wears a heavy hide-and-fur overcoat over a thick leather jerkin, complimented by black trousers and heavy black boots.
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Registered: Jun 27, 2015 11:08:07 GMT -8
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Mar 29, 2016 11:07:39 GMT -8
"There will inevitably be times that we must be separated, but it will make our reunions that much sweeter," assures Ulfang, moving his hand behind her head to cradle her in his powerful arms again, running his fingertips through her long, luscious hair. He gazes down at her lovingly, his eye gleaming with passion and certainty, an assurance that he'll stay true to his promise no matter what. He won't ever let himself perish in some foreign land away from his heart. He'll always find his way back to her.
He leans down for another gentle kiss upon her lips, his other hand sliding down to lovingly caress her stomach, playing his fingers over the large mound that her womb has become. An heir. The idea is almost surreal. He had resigned himself to giving control of his kingdom over to some other lesser noble family, or transferring it to Salya when he died. But now, everything was solved. And his heir would be made with the love of his life, besides. How perfect!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2016 11:23:41 GMT -8
Nodding at his words, Azure smiled serenely. Everything was just so much better, now that he was home. "That it will. And I suspect I will not be quite so lonely, in the future, with this little one to keep me company.. and perhaps others." She glanced down at the curve of her stomach, then back up at him with a blush. Carrying his child, yet speaking of having more one day made her blush. She was still adjusting to the idea of being a mother, after all.
His kiss was met happily, and she sighed against his lips, one hand moving to rest atop his when it stroked down across the bulge of her abdomen. Their child stirred again, clearly reacting to him - whether it was his aura or his magic, she couldn't be sure - and kicked rapidly against his palm. It was enough to make Azure giggle softly, breaking the kiss to murmur. "He has never been this active.. I believe he is eager to meet you, my love."
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