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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2015 8:04:14 GMT -8
A man had NEVER spoken to her the way Giplor spoke to her now. Well, actually, the first time she'd ever heard a man truly speak, and not in mumblings of fear or prayers to god that she and her Sisters spare him, was when Erydian had offered his cloak for her naked body.
She'd never conversed in Siren with another man, and she was half-way offended, half-way intrigued. Her dark eyes glittered with the tumultuous mixture of feelings; all at once she wanted to rip Giplor's face off with her teeth, and yet, she also wanted to learn the ways of the mortal.
"When you speak the Siren's Song, you sound ugly and distasteful," she finally spoke to Giplor. The language was absolutely beautiful coming from her lips, sounding more as if she was SINGING her lovely foreign words to Giplor than actually speaking them.
She was frank, matter of fact, and didn't truly seem to respect his authority. After all, she'd killed and eaten more powerful men than him. A man was a man was a man, was he not?
Even so, she followed his directions and used the knife and fork, taking a moment to examine them first. The knife seemed a miniature sword, which of course she had seen before, and the knife seemed a trident like her Father-Lover used. Hm. Interesting.
Giplor's tone, once again, put a thrill down her spine. Eat him, seemed to whisper the voices of her Sisters in her mind. Seduce him like the stupid man he is, then EAT HIM.
Nereida gave a slight shake of her head and began to cut into the steak as she'd been shown, and rather well. She was apparently a quick learner.
"Don't speak to me that way. I am not one of your soldiers that you can abuse. I can very easily find companionship elsewhere." And it was very true. She and her Sisters were masters of seduction, and after the miracle that she performed today, she doubted there was a house in this entire village that wouldn't welcome her into their home.
"Teach me the ugly language that the others are speaking," she asked of the brute, and then paused in her eating to yawn with sleepiness.
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Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt
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Roleplay posts: 68 
Physical Description: In full armor, Giplor stands eight feet in height. His armor is silver, white, and blue, it's metals coming from the Drumbar Wastes in the Gravlick State. He uses the power of Light and his Holy Magic in the battlefield, with water as an elemental mastery. The avatar is what he looks like and his soldiers are very similar. Not much else to say besides you like him or you don't.
Clothes and Equipment: Enchanted Sword - Cut through magic/reflect magic blasts
Of course a teutonic shield that matches his armor and sword. He rides an albino Archaniox Rhino when he uses a mount in battle. He rides a white horse when travelling.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 16:05:06 GMT -8
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Post by Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt on Nov 10, 2015 19:38:01 GMT -8
"You sound seductive when you speak in your language; I sound powerful in my language. And even if I could make it sound better, i'm definitely not going to sing here. I would be made a fool if I did such." Giplor spoke as she shook took another bite of his swordfish while keeping his eyes locked on Nereida.
Giplor looked at the small pale of ice on the table with his Ta bottle in it. He would set his utensils back down before reaching over and grabbing the bottle. He opened the bottle and poured his shot. He then took the bottle in his left hand and poured the liquor over the ice. He was using the 200 proof alcohol to speed up the melting process.
"I am aware you are no soldier. You are a queen with a monster within her that she needs tamed. Companionship could be found, but you and I know that the moment you walk out of here and into the public... you'd be killed."
His facial expression would change quickly, almost to an upset look, "Our 'ugly' language produces music that you never dreamed of. Maybe one day you can hear it; even a Siren would admit beauty in the sound..."
He'd then go back to smiling as he grabbed a shotglass of Ta and offered it to her"Here, take a shot of Ta. It will give you a little more energy and it will make you feel good. Don't try to taste it, just pour and swallow; it's got a very strong afterbite. When this meal is finished, a room is waiting, the owner offered us a key to a room. You might not like it, but i'm not letting you out of my sight till I know where your mind is... whether you are different or is your race trying a new hunting tactic.
While the meal lasts, can we try to be nice? Tell me about yourself. To hear your voice is heavenly, I hope you have a good story to match it. I have no intentions to be your enemy."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2015 7:27:30 GMT -8
Disgusted with the conversation and the way he continued to talk down to her, she dropped her knife and fork and shoved the meat away from her. She was making a scene, and the Mermaid was yet unaware that it was a public faux pas to do such a thing. In her opinion, however, Giplor warranted it.
"How do you have no intention of being my enemy when you're threatening to kill me and accusing me of killing one of your kind when I haven't harmed a hair on any of your stupid men's heads?" she asked, speaking quickly and musically in the Siren's Song language.
People were looking, a little intrigued and a little confused at why the woman was singing such a fast and frustrated song to Giplor, in words they couldn't understand no less, but they at least understood that this bestial man was upsetting the young, helpless woman that had come in from the cold to heal one of the men that had been wounded by the gruesome murderer running rampant in the town.
When he offered her the Ta to drink, the passionate siren slapped the cup off the table and stood suddenly, her dark eyes blazing with her righteous anger and her cheeks flushed a becoming rose with fury.
"That is what I think about your 'Ta!'" she told Giplor, and she moved away from the table.
She approached Mr. Baker, instead, looking upset and frustrated but determined to be away from a man so rude and foul as Giplor of Ozmodias.
Nervously, she whet her beautiful mouth with the tip of her pink tongue and then took a breath, her breasts rising and falling and concealed only by her cascade of dark silken hair. She pointed to one of the keys hanging from a peg on the wall, hoping that they went to a room, and the beautiful pleading look in her eyes was cast to Mr. Baker, hoping that he'd understand that she wanted to be AWAY from the man that was disturbing her and go upstairs to a room instead.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2015 7:57:58 GMT -8
Mr. Baker sighs. There's something strange about this woman, and those guards are no ordinary guards. He shouldn't. But this woman reminds him too much of his own daughter, who was killed right at their own doorstep. He couldn't turn her away. Wordlessly, he hands Nereida a room key, pointing to the wooden tag with "14" written on it. Then he sits back and continues to polish his mugs, a nervous habit of his.
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Sir Edyrian Talgan
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Roleplay posts: 34
Physical Description: Sir Edyrian is a proud, hawkish man. He's tall for a human, standing somewhere above six feet. He has dark, sun-tanned skin and sports a messy head of thick black hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Sir Edyrian is never seen without his blade, a surprisingly narrow sword of a dull grey metal that seems to radiate a strange feeling of emptiness. It is never strapped to his body, the scabbard always being carried by hand. A rather ornate spear is usually resting against his shoulder, a spear that seems to flicker in one's peripheral vision. A pair of masterfully-crafted leather boots adorn his feet, a single silver buckle binding each of them. He normally wears a set of plate under an overcoat, even in times and areas of peace. One can never be too careful.
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Post by Sir Edyrian Talgan on Nov 11, 2015 9:11:55 GMT -8
The meal brought to Edyrian was heavenly, the taste enhanced even more by the previous days of trail rations. He just managed to stave off the temptation to greedily devour it all, instead minding his manners in a proper courtly style. His momma would have been proud.
Though the food was certainly a compelling distraction, it wasn't enough to cloud his senses entirely. The scene made by the creature drew his eye, most particularly what he assumed was the language used. It was a beautiful medley, swelling across the room and crashing against his ears. He was vaguely reminded of waves, ebbing and falling, sweeping across a vast vista...
He shook his head. Where did those thoughts come from?
Dragging his mind back to the physical, Edyrian finished his meal and began to consider his next actions. The killer in town certainly needed finding, and perhaps his Gifts would help the local investigators and law enforcement. If he were to stay a few days to try to track this person down, he would need to inform his companion.
Looking longingly up the stairs, where soft beds no doubt resided, Edyrian placed several coins on the table to pay for his meal and headed for the entrance. Surely the murderer wouldn't bother an armed-and-armored man, not when all of his victims had been helpless civilians.
The helmet was secured upon his head, spear propped against his shoulder, and the knight left the building.
<Exit to Streets and Alleys of Ozmodias>
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2015 18:50:57 GMT -8
Thankful for Mr. Baker's key, she nodded her head to indicate she understood the symbol on the key, and then keeping Edyrian's cloak wrapped around her, she climbed the wooden staircase barefoot and to her room.
Once inside, she let the cloak fall from her body and crawled naked into the bed there. Snuggling up to the pillows and the blankets, she fell asleep without a care in the world.
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Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt
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Roleplay posts: 68
Physical Description: In full armor, Giplor stands eight feet in height. His armor is silver, white, and blue, it's metals coming from the Drumbar Wastes in the Gravlick State. He uses the power of Light and his Holy Magic in the battlefield, with water as an elemental mastery. The avatar is what he looks like and his soldiers are very similar. Not much else to say besides you like him or you don't.
Clothes and Equipment: Enchanted Sword - Cut through magic/reflect magic blasts
Of course a teutonic shield that matches his armor and sword. He rides an albino Archaniox Rhino when he uses a mount in battle. He rides a white horse when travelling.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 16:05:06 GMT -8
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Post by Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt on Nov 12, 2015 19:07:24 GMT -8
"Damn woman... No matter the race, they've all got the same attitudes." Giplor mumbled to himself.
He'd brush off the liquids and follow behind Nereida a couple minutes later. He'd find his way to Mr. Baker. First he'd pull out some freshly forged Atlantian Gold coins. He'd set five large gold coins on the counter.
"I hope this is enough to cover the meals of myself, the lady, and my men. Let me know what these rooms cost in the morning and i'll make sure you are fully reimbursed for the rooms you gave tonight to everyone..." He spoke before leaning in and whispering, "I am Giplor Vauc'Tutt and each of my men are Paladins. Do not let anyone know, as I just wanted to get away tonight. I need the second key to the room she went to."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2015 23:02:55 GMT -8
Mr. Baker gasps when Giplor reveals who he is.
"Oh! Sir, I..."
He deliberates for a moment. This woman is clearly an outsider. He should give the key to Giplor, the man who protects the citizens of Atlanticus from pirates and the like. But...something feels wrong here. He looks up at Giplor, pale but resolute.
"I can't do that, sir. I'm sorry, but I can't just give you her room key, even if you were the goddess of the harbors, without knowing what you plan to do. She's just a lost, foreign woman. I won't allow anything bad to happen to her."
He scrubs the mug furiously, not realizing that he's been polishing the same three-inch spot for the better part of five minutes.
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Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt
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Roleplay posts: 68
Physical Description: In full armor, Giplor stands eight feet in height. His armor is silver, white, and blue, it's metals coming from the Drumbar Wastes in the Gravlick State. He uses the power of Light and his Holy Magic in the battlefield, with water as an elemental mastery. The avatar is what he looks like and his soldiers are very similar. Not much else to say besides you like him or you don't.
Clothes and Equipment: Enchanted Sword - Cut through magic/reflect magic blasts
Of course a teutonic shield that matches his armor and sword. He rides an albino Archaniox Rhino when he uses a mount in battle. He rides a white horse when travelling.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 16:05:06 GMT -8
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Post by Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt on Nov 13, 2015 7:20:25 GMT -8
"No harm is going to come to her... If you won't surrender the key willingly, there's other ways to do this...
Under the authority of the Republic of Atlanticus, I am here to seize the key to that room for a matter of State Security. Surrender the key or be arrested and your business seized.
You don't know that woman or what she is capable of. I appreciate you protecting her, but you should know i'm not going to do anything to harm anyone for no reason. I need that key for your protection."
Giplor didn't get mad at the barkeep, he was doing a good job. But he needed that key. Giplor had no problem excercising his power in this situation. With everything going on outside, he knew the barkeep didn't want to lose his business. Giplor wouldn't shut it down to begin with, but he knew it was one of the only ways to obtain the key without making a huge scene.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2015 7:37:12 GMT -8
Mr. Baker's face tightens. It's within Giplor's right to have him thrown in prison for resisting, and then he'll take the girl anyways.
"You promise, then? Promise that she won't be harmed?"
He sighs, then reaches for the second key.
"Here you go, sir..."
After deliberating for a moment, he drops it into ten waiting man's hand.
"Please be careful, sir."
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Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt
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Roleplay posts: 68
Physical Description: In full armor, Giplor stands eight feet in height. His armor is silver, white, and blue, it's metals coming from the Drumbar Wastes in the Gravlick State. He uses the power of Light and his Holy Magic in the battlefield, with water as an elemental mastery. The avatar is what he looks like and his soldiers are very similar. Not much else to say besides you like him or you don't.
Clothes and Equipment: Enchanted Sword - Cut through magic/reflect magic blasts
Of course a teutonic shield that matches his armor and sword. He rides an albino Archaniox Rhino when he uses a mount in battle. He rides a white horse when travelling.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 16:05:06 GMT -8
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Post by Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt on Nov 13, 2015 8:09:28 GMT -8
"I promise. This land will be built on civil respects and freedom. Unless she tries to harm anyone, you have nothing to worry about.
Now get to crunching those numbers so the State can send you the gold!"
Giplor took the key and smiled. He moved up the steps towards the room. When he got to the door he cast a silencing spell on the door so when he unlocked it and opened it, not a sound would be made.
As he entered the door he looked upon the woman and smiled. To his right was a small table and chair. He would remove his helmet and set it on the table, followed by his breast plate and forearm protectors. It was light, basic armor, so the noise that was made was no different than a mouse scurrying across the floor. By time he had all his armor and weapons on and around the table, he was left in a pair of short spandex like shorts that were more like briefs.
His hair was short, brown, and properly edged. His eyes were as blue as the glacier waters of Drumbar and almost seemed to glow in the darkness. His skin was white due to having armor on most his days.
He stood about six feet tall and his body was an athletic build and perfectly built. On his back one would see nothing but hundreds of scars that created one large scar. On his front right side of his body and shoulders, burn scars made the mass. On his legs, burn scars and weapon scars resided. These scars were proof of his human will to survive and his past. His wrists and ankles also had scarring from some sort of restraints that cut deep into him.
Giplor sat in the chair and rested while watching her. He would make no attenpt to near her, but he would remain here to ensure her safety as well as his peoples safety.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 6:49:26 GMT -8
She did not sleep well. She had dreams of her sisters sobbing in agony that she was gone, killing themselves in their despair. Their weeping was like screaming, and it itched and crawled in her blood. She frowned in her sleep and tossed her head, hair as black as the fathomless depths spreading across the pillow.
The water lily that had been in her hair was crushed from her tossing and turning, its heady perfume now in her hair and upon the silken skin of her cheek and neck. Screaming continued in her nightmares, and she saw red tides, waves that buffeted the corpses of her sisters onto the beach.
Gasping for air, she came awake from her nightmares and sat up in the bed. Moonlight streamed through the wooden slats the covered the window, kissing her creamy skin. She was yet unaware of Giplor, her vision still clouded with the corpses of her family, and she lowered her lovely face into one hand.
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Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt
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Roleplay posts: 68
Physical Description: In full armor, Giplor stands eight feet in height. His armor is silver, white, and blue, it's metals coming from the Drumbar Wastes in the Gravlick State. He uses the power of Light and his Holy Magic in the battlefield, with water as an elemental mastery. The avatar is what he looks like and his soldiers are very similar. Not much else to say besides you like him or you don't.
Clothes and Equipment: Enchanted Sword - Cut through magic/reflect magic blasts
Of course a teutonic shield that matches his armor and sword. He rides an albino Archaniox Rhino when he uses a mount in battle. He rides a white horse when travelling.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 16:05:06 GMT -8
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Post by Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt on Nov 14, 2015 9:05:51 GMT -8
Giplor by that time had just passed out. He had seen her tossing and turning, but he wouldn't have dared wake her. No sooner than she woke up as if she had been attacked, Giplor woke up.
Giplor looked at the woman as she placed her head in her hand. He remained in his chair and made no sound still. A small basin on water was on the table that also had a pitcher and two cups next to it. He decided to fill the cups with water. He would sip on his before either being noticed by her or falling asleep again.
While sipping on the water he thought to himself, "What do I do? My Brothers would say that she should be killed for what she is, but I believe she should be saved for who she is... A queen that doesn't know she is. How does a man who is not enticed by their song fall for something that normally kills his species? What is drawing me to make sure she is safe and treated like gold? Amun Ra, for all these years you carried me through battle with no fear and now I sit here, scared to death of rejection and that she will deny me...I ask for your stength and wisdom, as this night has put before me the scariest battle yet, and yet death is not what I fear..."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 9:21:43 GMT -8
She smelled the water before she heard it, lifting her head suddenly to peer through the darkness. She could see perfectly, of course. The Sea had only the top as sunlight, while the rest of it was deep and dark and full of the unknown, a constant source of mystery to the mortals that lived above it.
The scratchy white cotton sheets, cheap but efficient in their use had pooled at her hips where she stood up. Her long dark hair had dried since her wet arrival into the tavern, and it curled and swayed around her beautiful face. One full, beautiful breast was bare for him to see, and she seemed not at all ashamed of it. The other was covered by her cascade of hair. Her body was beautiful and lush, a small beauty mark by her belly button that beckoned to be kissed.
All of her was meant to be alluring and enchanting to a man, but the Mermaid species were not seductresses the way mortals knew seductresses. Yes, they kissed a man to urge him into the depths, but kisses was ever as far as they went. Mermaids did not take mortal lovers, nor did they make love. It was enough that they look beautiful and enchanting; they needed little else.
She turned her head and noticed that he had taken off all his armor and his weapons, his clothes as well. Her dark, long-lashed gaze settled on him once more, and she took in his physique, his scars, and his sleepiness. Even so, he handed her a cup of water, so she took it and drank, before speaking.
"Have you come to kill me?" she asked in the quiet darkness, visions of her dead Sisters ebbing away in her mind as she focused on the actual threat at hand. He knew what she was. And he must have known that she had killed before. How many has she killed? must his mind whispered. How many more?
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Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt
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Roleplay posts: 68
Physical Description: In full armor, Giplor stands eight feet in height. His armor is silver, white, and blue, it's metals coming from the Drumbar Wastes in the Gravlick State. He uses the power of Light and his Holy Magic in the battlefield, with water as an elemental mastery. The avatar is what he looks like and his soldiers are very similar. Not much else to say besides you like him or you don't.
Clothes and Equipment: Enchanted Sword - Cut through magic/reflect magic blasts
Of course a teutonic shield that matches his armor and sword. He rides an albino Archaniox Rhino when he uses a mount in battle. He rides a white horse when travelling.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 16:05:06 GMT -8
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Post by Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt on Nov 14, 2015 18:52:44 GMT -8
Giplor was a knight who hadn't set eyes upon a woman in the ways he had tonight in years. His face would turn a reddish color, but he tried to keep his eyes locked on hers. Peripheral vision was great though, he would snag a good look or two of he body that was revealed; despite what his life was filled with, he was still a man.
A puzzling thought hit his mind, "Siren's don't lure with their bodies, it is their voice... Giplor, you need to be careful here. You already know she's different than the rest or she wouldn't be here."
Then he heard her voice, it sounded much softer than at the dining table. He would remain silent for a minute before speaking, "I promise I have no desire to kill you."
Giplor paused for a moment. He was listening to the footsteps of the beasts pulling the chariot. He knew the sound of his horses anywhere. They marched with a louder step than most, trained to do so. He just hoped the knights were safe for the night. He doubted anyone or anything would bother a group of soldiers, but he's been wrong before.
He'd then return to speaking, "As I said, I don't want you dead. I don't even want you scratched. Something tells me there's more to you than what mankind thinks of a Siren. I don't know if you will kill anyone, but I must watch you... I wish we could have met under better terms than what has happened tonight."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 19:42:23 GMT -8
She was unashamed of her naked beauty, or more accurately, unaware of it. She had never had to bother with clothes or modesty before and she had certainly never covered herself for any man.
"You're lying to me," she spoke, her voice beautiful, reminiscent of the soft waves of the sea, swaying, moving, rocking men to sleep and to comfort. Her dark eyes were on him, watching him. He was blushing, and she didn't understand why. He was almost as naked as she was. "Tonight, you threatened to kill me. And now you've come into my rooms."
She reached up and pulled the destroyed water lily out of her hair and frowned gently down at it. Then she stretched, moving, the sheets sliding off of her lily-white skin as she got up onto her knees and then onto all fours, her creamy thighs slightly spread, her dark hair falling all down her shoulders and pooling on the bed, hair long enough that it brushed the back of her shapely legs when she walked. She set the flower down on the small table nearby and then sat down on her hip, her legs curved gently to the side, as if she still had a tail where her two legs were instead.
"Why do you want to watch me?" she asked, leaning on one palm and the other hand brushed her dark hair back over her shoulder. She was entirely naked in front of him, with no obstacles, no blankets, no hair to block his view. It was a body shaped by the gods to drive men to their doom. How strong and resilient was Giplor?
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Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt
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Roleplay posts: 68
Physical Description: In full armor, Giplor stands eight feet in height. His armor is silver, white, and blue, it's metals coming from the Drumbar Wastes in the Gravlick State. He uses the power of Light and his Holy Magic in the battlefield, with water as an elemental mastery. The avatar is what he looks like and his soldiers are very similar. Not much else to say besides you like him or you don't.
Clothes and Equipment: Enchanted Sword - Cut through magic/reflect magic blasts
Of course a teutonic shield that matches his armor and sword. He rides an albino Archaniox Rhino when he uses a mount in battle. He rides a white horse when travelling.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 16:05:06 GMT -8
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Post by Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt on Nov 14, 2015 20:44:44 GMT -8
Giplor wouldn't accept her believing that he wanted to kill her. Something clicked in his mind and he had probably the worst, but sure ways to prove he believed she was different and that he trusted her. Something no mortal man would ever dare do, but Giplor knew he was capable of killing her as quick as she could kill him.
Giplor slowly stood from his seat and moved towards her. He'd stick his arms straight out, flexing his muscles as he turned his palms upwards. His body would come within two inches of hers, where the only things that touched was the lower half of his muscular chest that boasted the warmth of a fire against the breasts of a goddess.
Giplor whispered to her in a singing like voice with a low tone, "If I wanted to kill you, I would have to fear you. I am here, an inch from your face... an inch from what would be death in most any situation.
It is not me that you have to fear, it's the people. If I I wanted you dead, I wouldn't be near bare, without armor, defenseless in my sleep. In fact, if you look out the window, you will see something that was waiting to take you into the city to show you around in the morning when you woke."
If Giplor and Nereida made it this far and Nereida looked out the window, she'd see an enclosed carriage. It would be solid white with platinum and pearl trimming. The wheels were finely crafted black steel with pearls outlining them. On the top was the flag of Atlanticus that barely flapped in the gently breeze outside. It seemed to reflect the moonlight in the shadows like the ocean.
Pulling it was four, very large, white, Shire horses in garments and armor that matched the chariot. The horses were asleep at the moment, so they didn't move much. Knights in white and blue Atlantian armor patrolled and protected the chariot and the building, making sure there was no trouble.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 21:23:08 GMT -8
He stepped close, closer, until the bare tips of her breasts brushed his torso. She had to tip her beautiful head back to look up at him, dark hair streaming down her back.
He was so close that he could see the light dusting of gold that made her scales at the tip of her shoulders, on her high cheek bones. But if he were to touch her-- didn't he WANT to touch her?-- her skin would be smooth, smoother than any silk he's ever touched.
If he looked into her eyes, he'd find them deep and dark and looking back into his with challenge and mystery. She was lush, and she was curvy, and she was warm, so warm. And he was only barely away from her.
He spoke low, masculine, and as he spoke, she moved. Her breasts kept brushing his chest, here, there, as she moved until she was up on her knees on the bed, her gaze even on his. Now it wasn't just her body that was brushing so teasingly, tantalizing against his, her lovely mouth was now close to his, a breath away.
And then he spoke, and her gaze traveled from his eyes to the window over his shoulder. She glanced back at him, and then moved off the bed, blessedly naked to look out the window.
She looked down on the beautiful chariot, trimmed in pearls. A chariot fit for a Siren Queen. And then she turned to Giplor...
"... What is it?"
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Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt
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Roleplay posts: 68
Physical Description: In full armor, Giplor stands eight feet in height. His armor is silver, white, and blue, it's metals coming from the Drumbar Wastes in the Gravlick State. He uses the power of Light and his Holy Magic in the battlefield, with water as an elemental mastery. The avatar is what he looks like and his soldiers are very similar. Not much else to say besides you like him or you don't.
Clothes and Equipment: Enchanted Sword - Cut through magic/reflect magic blasts
Of course a teutonic shield that matches his armor and sword. He rides an albino Archaniox Rhino when he uses a mount in battle. He rides a white horse when travelling.
Registered: Sept 20, 2015 16:05:06 GMT -8
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Post by Grand Komtur: Giplor Vauc'Tutt on Nov 14, 2015 22:05:17 GMT -8
As she moved to the window, Giplor would sit back down on the edge of the bed. He felt as though he had proven his point. He watched her body, the moonlight showing the golden tints where they shown. Such a fine creation of the heavens, her beauty taking Giplor's mind like a drug every second that passed.
Giplor's chest could still feel the touch of her breasts while his lips could feel the warmth of her breathe. The lily that she had within her hair had left a fragrant scent that made the moment even more unforgettable. A moment that made him feel like a dream touching reality, not just a casual encounter.
His eyes remained primarily on hers, straying towards her hair that had waves like the ocean, adding to the addiction. Again, he was thankful for his peripheral vision, taking glimpses at her body, leading towards the thought of the brief moment they just had and how it could feel being even closer.
"I don't know how else to tell prove to you I am sincere but through actions. You could be here to kill me, but out of faith, I believe otherwise. This goes both ways." Giplor spoke, trying to let her know that the fear of death was something that overcame him also, but not what he chose to believe.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 22:33:43 GMT -8
She leaned her hip against the window sill, turned a little towards him. Her head tipped and rested against its edge as well, the moonlight pouring over her body and kissing the silken flesh that his eyes feasted on. Lifting a hand, she thread through the dark tumble of her hair, stroking the black tresses over and over again.
It occurred to her that this man that had acted with such authority below was humbling himself for her. For whatever reason -- and she didn't know what this reason was -- this man had made a conquest out of HER. Nereida wasn't sure what to do with this information. Where she came from, there was no politics, only the instinct of emotion and need.
Did she NEED Giplor? No. She didn't feel as if she did. Did she WANT him?
The thought had her face turning away from the window to look at him watching her. Did she? Nereida didn't know how to be cunning, she only knew how to be impulsive and blunt, although she knew some secrets -- like what she truly was -- were worth keeping.
"Then if you're not here to kill me, why ARE you here?" she asked him from her place by the window, turning to face him full bodied once again, leaning against the wall beside the window where the pale light of the moon still danced over her curves.
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