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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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Mar 30, 2016 10:27:26 GMT -8
Ulfang chuckles warmly at the kicking, smiling gently down at Azure.
"My sweet, I could not be happier in this moment. I cannot wait to meet him or her, either. They will surely be a powerful caster, and a fair and just ruler, especially with such a good role model as yourself," he says, his voice soft and gentle.
His eyes gaze into hers and for the first time in sixty years he feels hope. Hope for the future, for the prosperity of his kingdom. For once in his life, he needn't worry about the future, for the future looks very bright.
"Now, my sweet, it is time to rest. We will have a very busy day tomorrow. We need to make plans for the wedding, among...other things," he says with a slight, promising grin.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2016 10:53:38 GMT -8
She flushed with delight under his praise, but said nothing. When he spoke of resting, Azure nodded, and shifted about in Ulfang's embrace, until she was on her side, and her back was pressed against his front. Drawing a spare pillow down, she tucked it under the curve of her belly and between her curled-up knees. "Sleep well, my love." With her eyes closed following that murmured statement to her beloved, she began to hum quietly, stroking her hand across her stomach to try and soothe their restless offspring. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep, though; being so heavily pregnant was exhausting.
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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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Registered: Jun 27, 2015 11:08:07 GMT -8
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Mar 30, 2016 11:11:45 GMT -8
Ulfang wraps his arms about her from behind, cuddling into her back as he runs his fingertips through her hair idly. He looks down at her peaceful face as she drifts off to sleep and smiles softly. What had he done in life to deserve such heavenly pleasure? He supposes some god or another must favour him, to give him such a gift.
He leans down and places a gentle kiss upon her cheek before closing his own eyes. He drifts off almost immediately; while travelling the road isn't particularly tiring when compared with carrying a 6 month old fetus, he's still exhausted from his travels, and he sleeps restful with his love in his arms, finally reunited with his soon-to-be queen.
That night, he dreams of the future, of battles not yet fought, children not yet had, a growing kingdom. Present in all of these visions is one consistent thing: Azure. She who had, in a relatively short time, become Ulfang's world. What a lovely thing that was. How unexpected.
He awakens at high noon. Birds chirp to one another outside his window, and the machinations of his peoplr hustling and bustling can be heard just outside in the hall and the various training grounds dotting the Dreadhalls. The sun filters through the silky white curtains , gentle rays illuminating his love's face as Azure lies there before him, within his arms. He gives her a gentle snuggle, and then carefully withdraws his arms from her, kissing gently up the nape of her neck as he plays idly with her hair. Business could wait; loving on his queen comes first.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2016 11:30:17 GMT -8
Azure's dreams were similar; filled with hopeful visions of the future, children that were a blend of herself and Ulfang frolicking through gardens grown lush and vivid with color, and all the while her at his side, watching their kingdom grow and flourish. Well, and one last dream that was decidedly less innocent, and which she laid the blame for squarely on the shoulders of those blasted hormones. It was one that, in conjunction with waking to find her beloved's strong body against her back, his lips against her neck, rather than alone and frustrated, made her breathe a moan.
Keeping her eyes closed, she fumbled about blindly for his hand, and when she grasped it, she guided his hand over her hip, across the lower swell of her belly, and between her thighs. Licking her lips, she murmured huskily. "Ulfang.. I need you.. please..."
<Fade to black>
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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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Registered: Jun 27, 2015 11:08:07 GMT -8
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on May 20, 2016 10:13:06 GMT -8
It has been about a month since Ulfang returned from his campaign, and he sits upon the balcony right outside his bedchamber upon a large black oak chair, dressed in naught but his black silk trousers, his bare, broad chest exposed to the air. He rests his hand upon his knee, his one good eye looking over his kingdom, the black road beneath him stretching out into the horizon. Azure sits upon his other knee, his hand wrapped around her bulging stomach and his head rested upon her own. "My sweet, in what direction do you think our kingdom should expand? Should I focus on our economy, or our military? Perhaps strengthening our borders? I value your council, you know," he muses, his scarred lips tweaking up into a small smile. |
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2016 10:23:15 GMT -8
Reclining against Ulfang, her body draped in silk so pale a blue it was almost white, Azure looked down at where his hand lay curled across her belly, convinced that the roundness of their child within her grew a little bigger every day. She was honestly amazed she didn't fall over from the weight and the displacement of her center of gravity, sometimes. Hearing his words, a smile appeared on her lips, and she raised those ever-changing blue eyes as she turned her head to look at him. Her pregnancy was now widely known among the inhabitants of the castle, and it was leaking out into the populace at large. There were whispers about the king's little Elven mistress and the illegitimate whelp she carried.. but Azure didn't care: She had everything she needed in the world, right here.
"Your military grows daily, and your borders are staunchly defended. Perhaps you should focus on making the Black Vale a power within the markets of the world. Focus on your exports and what makes them valuable to the consumers." ..So she'd been doing a lot of reading while he was gone. She got bored!
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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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Registered: Jun 27, 2015 11:08:07 GMT -8
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Post by Ulfang von Haren on Apr 19, 2018 16:26:10 GMT -8
The necromancer king sits upon his throne of obsidian, motionless, his eyes shut tight. His body is present, but his mind is elsewhere, as his attention divides between his feathered informers, visions of their flights shooting through his mind. Two images interest him in particular, and he focuses upon them. A council, discussing a threat to the lands...a rabbit woman, scattering the seeds of discord within an isolated fortress...
Ulfang's eyes snap open and his scarred lips turn up into a light grin. He steps down the perfectly cut obsidian steps leading down from his throne, slinging Fang over his shoulder.
"Lieutenant Ehrensvard!" he calls, for his second in command is never far away.
"Muster the Dread Knights! I've finally a reason to take a walk."
Later that day, a great host of undead and black-clad knights marches from the castle, making its way toward the Northern Pass and out of the Black Vale. Like the dead he so aptly commands, it seems Ulfang von Haren, last of his bloodline, deigns to rise from obscurity once again.
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