Kellam Urireal
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 172 
Age: 212
Physical Description: Kellam is exceptionally tall for a wild elf. He stands at a height of six even, and his build is well muscled and lithe. He is broad enough to be mistaken for a human at a distance. Up close his elven heritage is obvious. He moves with a grace no human can hope to match. His jaw is narrow almost delicate, checks high and protruding giving him a rather exotic look, his nose straight, and brow smooth. His skin is a lustrous golden tan and ordained with tribal tattoos. His hair is shoulder length and pale blond.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kellam's only clothing is a crudely made white robe wrapped tightly around his body. Over this robe he wears The Armor of The Last King. A suit of heavily enchanted elvish plate armor that is missing numerous pieces. Thought tanks to it's enchantments it gleams as though it is new. For weapons Kellam carries a spear and short sword matching his armors make.
Kellam's gear is truly ancient. His tribe is all that remains of a long forgotten elven kingdom. They retreated into the woods to hide from the invaders and lost much of their lore. His weapons and armor are all that remain of what they once had. They are also the only pieces of metal his tribe possessed.
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Registered: Apr 2, 2016 16:09:22 GMT -8
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Post by Kellam Urireal on Apr 7, 2016 21:19:17 GMT -8
Kel watched as Ynalae devoured her meat. The way she acted as she took it and ate it... It was as though she was afraid he may snatch it from her. Had her life been so cruel? Had her tribe really despised her so much? His meat is almost done cooking and his stomach still growls. She is probably still hungry as well. He grabs up his sword and flips it with an easy flick of his wrist. He offers the blade hilt first to her.
"If you would like more meat help yourself. There is plenty of bear left and you helped kill it. That means you are entitled to an equal share of the meat. Though unless you wish to share it we will have to figure a different way to split the fur."
He grins and chuckles at his little joke. It is absurd that they would share a fur, they had just met after all. Once she takes the offered blade or not he would lean back and tear into his second chunk of meat. He responds to the luck comment with a simple.
"Thank you."
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Ynalae Urireal
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130 
Age: 187
Physical Description: One of the Wild Elves of the Lost City of Vidarran (formerly known as Jhan'ra), Ynalae is a rarity in her tribe due to her pale hair coloring. It is a shiny golden blonde that she keeps shaggily cut to just past her shoulders, interspersed with longer braided portions and a profusion of shiny metal charms and beads of glass, bone, and wood. She has a thin but well-shaped form, curvaceous and muscular, with tanned skin from long hours spent outside. Her eyes are a dark shade of green that often appears black, until you catch them in the right light, set in a face of angular but lovely features and pointed ears. Much of her skin is visible, thanks to her attire, and a large number of intricate symbols are scattered across her body, applied in magical paint that is nigh-on impossible to wash off. She is of average height for a female of her tribe, standing at an even five and a half feet, with the full-figured body of a mother, and the subtle muscles of a warrior.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Ynalae wears very little. No more than a thin strip of cloth across her bosom, a loincloth around her hips, and absolutely no shoes, which are a foreign concept to her. She wears two necklaces - one comprised of twine and wild beast fangs/claws, one of glass and bone beads. Also, she carries with her a short-hafted spear, its oddly long blade comprised of some strange greyish stone that seems to shimmer in the light, and is unbreakable, as well as being razor sharp despite its seeming extreme age. She rarely uses it for combat, instead preferring to use the magic-enhancing abilities the stone blade provides.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 13:53:39 GMT -8
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Post by Ynalae Urireal on Apr 7, 2016 21:43:40 GMT -8
Surprised by the sudden motion, she jerked away from the sword and grabbed her spear, ready to defend herself. She slowly realized that Kellam wasn't going to attack her.. he was being.. nice. So few people had ever been kind to her that she didn't know how to react. But the weapon disturbed her. So much metal. Could she even touch such a thing? Would it sear her skin because she was cursed? ..But Kellam's hair was the same, and it didn't burn him. Hesitantly, she reached out and touched her fingers to the hilt, pulling them quickly away as though she anticipated being burned. No such thing happened, but she still looked leery of touching it further. Especially given his offer.
..That didn't stop her from creeping around to the bear and slicing off a sizable chunk of meat with her spear's blade, though. Moving hesitantly to hang it above the flame, she then settled back in her spot, watching the meat cook hungrily. Then she looked at him and blinked somewhat owlishly, clearly puzzled. "..Why would you split the pelt with me? As the male it is your right to take whatever you wish and give me any scraps I may deserve. If you wished for us to share it, I would have no right to refuse you." She said all of this as though it were the simplest thing in the world. It was just the way things were, in her tribe.
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Kellam Urireal
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 172
Age: 212
Physical Description: Kellam is exceptionally tall for a wild elf. He stands at a height of six even, and his build is well muscled and lithe. He is broad enough to be mistaken for a human at a distance. Up close his elven heritage is obvious. He moves with a grace no human can hope to match. His jaw is narrow almost delicate, checks high and protruding giving him a rather exotic look, his nose straight, and brow smooth. His skin is a lustrous golden tan and ordained with tribal tattoos. His hair is shoulder length and pale blond.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kellam's only clothing is a crudely made white robe wrapped tightly around his body. Over this robe he wears The Armor of The Last King. A suit of heavily enchanted elvish plate armor that is missing numerous pieces. Thought tanks to it's enchantments it gleams as though it is new. For weapons Kellam carries a spear and short sword matching his armors make.
Kellam's gear is truly ancient. His tribe is all that remains of a long forgotten elven kingdom. They retreated into the woods to hide from the invaders and lost much of their lore. His weapons and armor are all that remain of what they once had. They are also the only pieces of metal his tribe possessed.
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Registered: Apr 2, 2016 16:09:22 GMT -8
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Post by Kellam Urireal on Apr 8, 2016 7:03:09 GMT -8
Kellam frowned. Ynalae's words confirmed his suspicions. The tribe she came from was not one he approved of. It had made her not only fearful, but so accepting abuse. They had somehow convinced her that she deserved to be treated poorly. That others should be free to do as they will and she should accept it. This was wrong it was not something he could allow to continue. Still how did he fix a life time of cruelty? He supposed he should start with kindness. His meat is finished cooking and he tears into it hungrily. Once he is done he gathers up the pelt and drops it next to her. He then returns to his seat.
"In my tribe everyone shares in the work, everyone shares in the reward. You delivered the killing blow to the bear. So far as I am concerned you deserve its fur. You also deserve however much of the meat you wish to eat. Your tribe may have forced you to live on scraps, but you are no longer with them. Perhaps you may find your life the better for it."
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Ynalae Urireal
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Age: 187
Physical Description: One of the Wild Elves of the Lost City of Vidarran (formerly known as Jhan'ra), Ynalae is a rarity in her tribe due to her pale hair coloring. It is a shiny golden blonde that she keeps shaggily cut to just past her shoulders, interspersed with longer braided portions and a profusion of shiny metal charms and beads of glass, bone, and wood. She has a thin but well-shaped form, curvaceous and muscular, with tanned skin from long hours spent outside. Her eyes are a dark shade of green that often appears black, until you catch them in the right light, set in a face of angular but lovely features and pointed ears. Much of her skin is visible, thanks to her attire, and a large number of intricate symbols are scattered across her body, applied in magical paint that is nigh-on impossible to wash off. She is of average height for a female of her tribe, standing at an even five and a half feet, with the full-figured body of a mother, and the subtle muscles of a warrior.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Ynalae wears very little. No more than a thin strip of cloth across her bosom, a loincloth around her hips, and absolutely no shoes, which are a foreign concept to her. She wears two necklaces - one comprised of twine and wild beast fangs/claws, one of glass and bone beads. Also, she carries with her a short-hafted spear, its oddly long blade comprised of some strange greyish stone that seems to shimmer in the light, and is unbreakable, as well as being razor sharp despite its seeming extreme age. She rarely uses it for combat, instead preferring to use the magic-enhancing abilities the stone blade provides.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 13:53:39 GMT -8
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Post by Ynalae Urireal on Apr 8, 2016 10:39:29 GMT -8
Dark eyes rounded with alarm as Kellam suddenly deposited the pelt beside her, and Ynalae shrank away from it, as though expecting to be harmed somehow if she touched the thick fur. She eyed it warily, then looked over at him as he spoke, her brow furrowing in puzzlement. "..But you saved me. I would have been killed by the beast if you had not shown up. I owe you a life-debt." Clearly, she was going to be stubborn about this, as she hooked the fur with the butt of her spear and carried it over to him as she moved to retrieve her bit of bear meat.
With the meat in hand, she returned to her spot, letting it cool slightly before trying to eat. "It will not repay the life-debt, but you should keep the pelt. Present it to your queen, when you find her. Such a great gift would be pleasing to any female." Except to Yanalae, apparently? Perhaps it was simply that receiving such kindnesses was awkward for her. She didn't know how to accept them, and so spurned any such attempt to preserve herself from having to struggle with a proper reaction. She began to eat, tearing away chunks of bear meat, and looking thoughtful. How would she repay her life-debt?
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Kellam Urireal
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 172
Age: 212
Physical Description: Kellam is exceptionally tall for a wild elf. He stands at a height of six even, and his build is well muscled and lithe. He is broad enough to be mistaken for a human at a distance. Up close his elven heritage is obvious. He moves with a grace no human can hope to match. His jaw is narrow almost delicate, checks high and protruding giving him a rather exotic look, his nose straight, and brow smooth. His skin is a lustrous golden tan and ordained with tribal tattoos. His hair is shoulder length and pale blond.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kellam's only clothing is a crudely made white robe wrapped tightly around his body. Over this robe he wears The Armor of The Last King. A suit of heavily enchanted elvish plate armor that is missing numerous pieces. Thought tanks to it's enchantments it gleams as though it is new. For weapons Kellam carries a spear and short sword matching his armors make.
Kellam's gear is truly ancient. His tribe is all that remains of a long forgotten elven kingdom. They retreated into the woods to hide from the invaders and lost much of their lore. His weapons and armor are all that remain of what they once had. They are also the only pieces of metal his tribe possessed.
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Registered: Apr 2, 2016 16:09:22 GMT -8
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Post by Kellam Urireal on Apr 8, 2016 13:40:27 GMT -8
Life debt? That was not a concept he was familiar with. The meaning was obvious thanks to the context, yet he wasn't sure he was comfortable with it. He thinks about assuring her that she owes him nothing. He then decides that it would make little difference. He had the sense that she would prove oddly stubborn on certain things. Instead with his belly full Kel gets to his feet. It was time to find a place to sleep. For he had no intention of sleeping next to a large soon to be rotting corpse. With a sigh he throws the bear pelt over his shoulder.
"I am going to find a stream and somewhere to bed down for the night. It was nice to meeting you Ynalae. I hope you find happiness and whatever your voice was leading you to."
With that he set off into the woods. He keeps and easy sedate pace he is in no rush to to bed down for the night.
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Ynalae Urireal
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Age: 187
Physical Description: One of the Wild Elves of the Lost City of Vidarran (formerly known as Jhan'ra), Ynalae is a rarity in her tribe due to her pale hair coloring. It is a shiny golden blonde that she keeps shaggily cut to just past her shoulders, interspersed with longer braided portions and a profusion of shiny metal charms and beads of glass, bone, and wood. She has a thin but well-shaped form, curvaceous and muscular, with tanned skin from long hours spent outside. Her eyes are a dark shade of green that often appears black, until you catch them in the right light, set in a face of angular but lovely features and pointed ears. Much of her skin is visible, thanks to her attire, and a large number of intricate symbols are scattered across her body, applied in magical paint that is nigh-on impossible to wash off. She is of average height for a female of her tribe, standing at an even five and a half feet, with the full-figured body of a mother, and the subtle muscles of a warrior.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Ynalae wears very little. No more than a thin strip of cloth across her bosom, a loincloth around her hips, and absolutely no shoes, which are a foreign concept to her. She wears two necklaces - one comprised of twine and wild beast fangs/claws, one of glass and bone beads. Also, she carries with her a short-hafted spear, its oddly long blade comprised of some strange greyish stone that seems to shimmer in the light, and is unbreakable, as well as being razor sharp despite its seeming extreme age. She rarely uses it for combat, instead preferring to use the magic-enhancing abilities the stone blade provides.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 13:53:39 GMT -8
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Post by Ynalae Urireal on Apr 8, 2016 18:59:40 GMT -8
When Kellam made to leave, Ynalae opened her mouth, then snapped it shut when she realized she was going to ask him if she could go with him. Nope, that definitely wasn't happening. Instead, she simply grunted her understanding and stood, kicking dirt over the fire to smother it. Then she scrambled up into the largest, most stable tree she could find. Settling upon a secure cradle of branches about midway up, she nestled in as comfortably as she could, spear held at the ready. She wasn't tired, so she ended up staring through the foliage toward the sky above, silently asking the stars why she was here. They didn't answer, and gave her no comfort.
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Kellam Urireal
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 172
Age: 212
Physical Description: Kellam is exceptionally tall for a wild elf. He stands at a height of six even, and his build is well muscled and lithe. He is broad enough to be mistaken for a human at a distance. Up close his elven heritage is obvious. He moves with a grace no human can hope to match. His jaw is narrow almost delicate, checks high and protruding giving him a rather exotic look, his nose straight, and brow smooth. His skin is a lustrous golden tan and ordained with tribal tattoos. His hair is shoulder length and pale blond.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kellam's only clothing is a crudely made white robe wrapped tightly around his body. Over this robe he wears The Armor of The Last King. A suit of heavily enchanted elvish plate armor that is missing numerous pieces. Thought tanks to it's enchantments it gleams as though it is new. For weapons Kellam carries a spear and short sword matching his armors make.
Kellam's gear is truly ancient. His tribe is all that remains of a long forgotten elven kingdom. They retreated into the woods to hide from the invaders and lost much of their lore. His weapons and armor are all that remain of what they once had. They are also the only pieces of metal his tribe possessed.
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Post by Kellam Urireal on Apr 8, 2016 19:39:15 GMT -8
Kellam finds a comfortable tree to rest in and bundles up. His mind drifts to Ynalae, she was probably cold. His armor provide far more cover and warmth than her attire. It was still a warm season but the nights were growing chill. Why had she declined the pelt? Was kindness such a foreign concept to her? It troubled him and that night his dreams were of a different spirit touched elf woman. When he awoke he pondered the shift in his dreams. He supposed it confirmed his suspicion, his feelings for Len were likely just infatuation. With a sigh he drops to the ground and stretches. What should he do today? He doesn't have the heart to venture into the city without Len, so he decides to head to explore the country side. He heads to the nearby farmlands to see what he can find.
<Exit to the Vineyards.>
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Ynalae Urireal
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Age: 187
Physical Description: One of the Wild Elves of the Lost City of Vidarran (formerly known as Jhan'ra), Ynalae is a rarity in her tribe due to her pale hair coloring. It is a shiny golden blonde that she keeps shaggily cut to just past her shoulders, interspersed with longer braided portions and a profusion of shiny metal charms and beads of glass, bone, and wood. She has a thin but well-shaped form, curvaceous and muscular, with tanned skin from long hours spent outside. Her eyes are a dark shade of green that often appears black, until you catch them in the right light, set in a face of angular but lovely features and pointed ears. Much of her skin is visible, thanks to her attire, and a large number of intricate symbols are scattered across her body, applied in magical paint that is nigh-on impossible to wash off. She is of average height for a female of her tribe, standing at an even five and a half feet, with the full-figured body of a mother, and the subtle muscles of a warrior.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Ynalae wears very little. No more than a thin strip of cloth across her bosom, a loincloth around her hips, and absolutely no shoes, which are a foreign concept to her. She wears two necklaces - one comprised of twine and wild beast fangs/claws, one of glass and bone beads. Also, she carries with her a short-hafted spear, its oddly long blade comprised of some strange greyish stone that seems to shimmer in the light, and is unbreakable, as well as being razor sharp despite its seeming extreme age. She rarely uses it for combat, instead preferring to use the magic-enhancing abilities the stone blade provides.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 13:53:39 GMT -8
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Post by Ynalae Urireal on Apr 8, 2016 19:43:31 GMT -8
Ynalae had slept fitfully, and well before the sun rose, she was up and about. What was she doing? Tracking down Kellam. When she found him, she perched a few trees away, and watched. Waiting. For what? For him to get up and go somewhere. When he did, she followed at a safe distance, keeping to the trees when possible. She moved soundlessly through them, a lifetime of practice making it possible.. then when she could remain in them no longer, she dropped to the ground and scurried into the odd place after him.
<Exit to Vineyards>
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Apr 12, 2016 3:17:04 GMT -8
A plain-seeming white carriage, drawn by two horses, slowed to a halt at the edge of the Foret Woods, from where Alecos stepped down, offering his hand to help the lady Eleniel Windsong to the ground to join him. He walked up to the front of the carriage, detaching the horses from it, and offering the reigns of one to the lady to ride, whilst he roped the carriage to a tree and then enchanted the rope, ensuring it wouldn't be stolen. He then mounted up on his own horse, and started to ride at a relatively moderate pace. He had arrived later than expected, and though the sunlight was now slowly trickling from the sky, he still believed they would get to their destination before sundown.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Apr 12, 2016 12:36:03 GMT -8
They were going into the forest? Len was puzzled by this. They weren't terribly far from her cottage, but there was no way Alecos could've known this. Her curiosity was only growing! As he stepped down and offered his hand to her, Eleniel gave her companion a dazzling grin, taking his hand and hopping nimbly down from the carriage. "Thank you, Alecos." Before releasing his hand, she gave it a brief, grateful squeeze, then stepped back to observe as he unhitched the horses and tied the carriage to a tree.
Being offered one horse, she easily clambered up onto its back, petting and cooing to the animal as she waited for Alecos to lead the way to their destination. Where were they going, she couldn't help but wonder? All sorts of romantic visions were entering her head: A candlelit dinner in a secluded grove. A luxurious mound of cushions and sensuous food, laid out below a sprawling willow, beside a pond covered with water lilies and bobbing fireflies. A sumptuous tent filled with nothing but plush furs on which he would lay her down and-- Len stomped down on these thoughts. She was being ridiculous! Alecos had no such designs on her affections. Looking over at her companion, she smiled.
"You're being awfully mysterious about this. Should I be frightened?" There she went, teasing him again. She probably shouldn't do that. He might take it the wrong way. But she liked the rare smiles she got from him when she was playful. They made him look younger, more carefree.. it was something she felt he needed more often. To have a reason to smile.
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Apr 13, 2016 22:11:32 GMT -8
"Of course not! I am an upstanding gentleman, my lady." Alecos kept a straight face, but there was that biting edge to his voice, playing fun at her suspicions of his unscrupulous morals. He whisked the reigns of his horse to get it riding a little faster, looking up towards the mountains and hoping they would make it to the spot in time. He'd heard about it from Lord Ihram Krigsbroder, his dear friend, who had come out to here on one of his walks. Alecos hadn't gone in the past because of his leg, which was why he kept the cane slung in his horse's saddle, out of sight from Eleniel, who would no doubt question if he was okay. ~A short while of riding later~ Alecos looked up at the tumbling, splashing, roaring cascades before them as his horse stood at the foot, lightly misted by the spray. I hope she likes it... I had the poor fellow come out here earlier and set everything up. If anyone's made a mess of it, I swear to the Gods...A lone horse and cart trundled across a stone bridge that vaulted the waterfalls, further up. Alecos dimly wondered who was travelling in it - as far as he was aware, the bridge came from nowhere and went to nowhere. He decided to not put any more thought into it as he gazed upwards.  |
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Apr 13, 2016 22:23:19 GMT -8
Len laughed softly at Alecos' response; she had gotten to know him at least well enough to judge when he was returning her playful teasing. Easily keeping pace with him on horseback, she enjoyed the fading light of day and the company of the man at her side. As they neared their destination (albeit unknown to her), she picked up the sound of rushing, crashing water beyond the rhythmic clopping of their horses' hooves, and wondered once again, where, exactly, they were going. When they finally came upon a set of falls...
Len let her horse wander past Alecos' only slightly before having the presence of mind to rein the animal to a halt. She stared up at the wild tumble of water with wide eyes and an awestruck expression on her face. She'd seen many amazing sights in her time as a ranger, but the things nature could produce never failed to impress her. Her hands tightened unconsciously on the reins, and she was roused from her stupor by the prancing of her steed. Loosening her grip, she reached out to pat the animal's neck and then dragged her gaze away from the falls, to look at Alecos. Emotions swam in her eyes, a mixture of curiosity and hope that she couldn't seem to suppress. This place was exquisite.. why had he brought her here?
"Alecos..." His name was spoken breathlessly, those warm grey eyes searching his face questioningly. "This place.. it's.. beautiful beyond words..." Why did you bring me here? The words went unspoken, but the way she was looking at him made it clear. This was a spot for a romantic rendezvous.. not for two friends to enjoy a casual meal. Did he..? Her heart clenched anxiously, and her stomach fluttered. No. It simply wasn't possible.
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Apr 14, 2016 3:24:16 GMT -8
Len laughed softly at Alecos' response; she had gotten to know him at least well enough to judge when he was returning her playful teasing. Easily keeping pace with him on horseback, she enjoyed the fading light of day and the company of the man at her side. As they neared their destination (albeit unknown to her), she picked up the sound of rushing, crashing water beyond the rhythmic clopping of their horses' hooves, and wondered once again, where, exactly, they were going. When they finally came upon a set of falls...
Len let her horse wander past Alecos' only slightly before having the presence of mind to rein the animal to a halt. She stared up at the wild tumble of water with wide eyes and an awestruck expression on her face. She'd seen many amazing sights in her time as a ranger, but the things nature could produce never failed to impress her. Her hands tightened unconsciously on the reins, and she was roused from her stupor by the prancing of her steed. Loosening her grip, she reached out to pat the animal's neck and then dragged her gaze away from the falls, to look at Alecos. Emotions swam in her eyes, a mixture of curiosity and hope that she couldn't seem to suppress. This place was exquisite.. why had he brought her here?
"Alecos..." His name was spoken breathlessly, those warm grey eyes searching his face questioningly. "This place.. it's.. beautiful beyond words..." Why did you bring me here? The words went unspoken, but the way she was looking at him made it clear. This was a spot for a romantic rendezvous.. not for two friends to enjoy a casual meal. Did he..? Her heart clenched anxiously, and her stomach fluttered. No. It simply wasn't possible. Alecos was surprised - no, awed at the natural wonder of the place. He had not expected the sheer beauty of the falls, the way they slashed the cliffs in a beautiful cataract. Even as he spoke, his voice held the same breathless tone of wonderment that her's did. "It's... glorious. Incredible." He looked down to her as he heard the perspective of her voice change from looking up to looking at him, and he could see the question on her face. ... Why did I bring her here? Is that... part of me trying to break free? Is that why I... forgot to book the table? Should I tell her? ... Yes... I should."Eleniel... There's something I have to tell you... I..." Alecos searched her face, looking for something... anything that would give him a hint that she would feel the same way, but, whether to his own misobservation or something else... he saw nothing. I... I can't tell her. She'd hate me... forever. "- forgot to book the table at the tavern, and Ihram told me about this place, so I thought it was a good alternative. Also, to apologise for my demeanour yesterday." I. . . I cannot. I know that. I. . . I know that. Alecos finished his statement lamely, having diverted from his course of topic suddenly. If Len was paying attention, she would see that hidden deep within his dark, brown eyes, there was something, something, he was trying to say and not say all at once. Something he couldn't say, but had to say. Something deep within him knew he had chosen this spot because it wasn't the place for a casual rendezvous, but he refused to let himself believe that. |
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Apr 14, 2016 9:04:06 GMT -8
Something he had to tell her? Len stopped breathing, leaning closer to Alecos with an openly hopeful look on her face. Please let it be... He.. forgot to book the table. Disappointment rushed through her in a tide, and her shoulders slumped. Pulling away from him, she took a moment to struggle through her emotions. If she needed further proof that he would never see her as anything but a friend, there it was. After a few heartbeats, she drew herself up straight, and forced a smile onto her lips. When she looked at him, sadness lurked deep within those eyes.
And then she really looked at Alecos. Why.. why did he appear as though he wanted to say something, but also didn't want to? Len usually listened to her instincts, and right now, they were telling her that Alecos needed a reason.. to open up. Struggling with the right words, Eleniel spoke slowly, hesitantly. "You've no need to apologize to me, for anything. I unknowingly touched upon a bad subject, and your response was warranted. Besides, how could I possibly be mad at you, especially when you've brought me to such a wonderful place?"
She clearly had more to say, but whatever it was, she couldn't do it while looking at him. Turning her gaze back to the falls, Len swallowed with difficulty, then forged ahead while she still had the courage. Even so, she was obviously still quite nervous as the words tumbled out of her. "Not to mention, it's probably better that we didn't go to the Forge Fire. The owner, Monsieur Viddik, has been teaching me how to speak Gauldish, and at our last lesson, he professed a desire to try and woo me. It would've been a touch awkward to go there and have dinner, knowing that I had no romantic interest in him, because it was all focused on the man beside me."
Her mouth dried out in the blink of an eye, and Len had to force herself not to cringe. That didn't stop her from blushing, however. Lowering her head and staring down at the reins in her hands, she tried to ignore the heat in her face, and the miserable feeling of anticipation. She was fully expecting him to laugh at her and call her a silly woman. Or worse, show scorn that such a woman who was below him would dare express romantic interest in him. That thought drew a tremulous frown to her lips, and her eyes welled with unwelcome tears. Stupid Eleniel. You've lost his friendship, now.
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Apr 14, 2016 21:21:18 GMT -8
When she said what she said... Alecos' heart skipped. No. It stopped. He could tell why she looked away, why she felt embarrassed. It was because she actually thought he didn't feel the same way. So he said nothing. Not a word. He just scooped his arms around her waist, lifted her up, light as a feather, and brought her down to where she was sitting in front of him, on his saddle. Gently, taking notice of her burning face and down-turned eyes, he raised her chin until her face was angled up at his.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING STOP NOW DON'T DO THIS YOU'LL RUIN EVERYTHING
For once, Alecos ignored the warning signs in his brain, and he... kissed her.
He kissed her softly, gently, on the lips, yet with all the passion in the world.
He loved her.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Apr 14, 2016 21:41:07 GMT -8
A surprised squeak tumbled from Len's lips as she suddenly found herself grasped about the waist, and she immediately let go of the reins, reaching out to grab Alecos' shoulders, and wondering what in the name of baked goods was going on. Being placed upon the saddle in front of him, Len blinked owlishly, confused as to why she was there. Then she felt his fingertips pressing to her chin, tilting her head up. Bewildered grey eyes gazed into his, silently asking why she had suddenly been relocated. Before she could so much as open her mouth to inquire as to why he'd done that, or why he was looking at her that way.. she was being kissed.
A sense of rightness rocked her to the core, and all thought ceased; there was only reaction. Her eyes closed and her arms slid around his neck as she kissed him back, throwing the entirety of herself into the clash of lips. She had been right.. there was passion hiding behind that stoic facade of his. But even her wildest dreams couldn't measure up to the reality of this moment. The feel of his lips against hers, his arm around her waist, the warmth of him, the scent of clear fresh water on the air only highlighting something that was simply Alecos. Her heart was being so fast and hard, she was certain he could hear it, but she didn't care. She had ached for this. She knew in that moment that her heart was his.. if he wanted it.
Dear gods but she hoped he wanted it.
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Apr 15, 2016 5:00:10 GMT -8
He held her only for a moment, and yet that moment, spanned eternity. The soft feel of her skin against his, the warmth and love emanating from her body - all of these things he noticed, and yet they didn't matter. All that mattered wasHe held her only for a moment, and yet that moment, spanned eternity. The soft feel of her skin against his, the warmth and love emanating from her body - all of these things he noticed, and yet they didn't matter. All that mattered wasHe held her only for a moment, and yet that moment, spanned eternity. The soft feel of her skin against his, her voice, soft, like summer rain the warmth and love emanating from her body - all of these things he noticed, and yet they didn't matter. All that mattered was here, and now. She reminded him of every good day he'd ever had. Every summer day, spent in the fields of long grass at home. Every sunrise. Every sunset. She tasted of dew, and smelled of light, and she was the first spring flowers, waking him up to a new day. A new dawn.
And he loved her.
When, after that brief-yet-immortal heartbeat, he released her, and looked at her, with his chocolate eyes melting, he realised.
This, this, is where I am supposed to be. Where she is supposed to be. Where... we are supposed to be.
"Shall we make our way to our spot? It's only a short ride away - you needn't bring your horse," said Alecos, his tone full of an... unusual sound. Elation.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Apr 15, 2016 12:07:13 GMT -8
The kiss ended, and for several long moments, Len simply remained as she was; eyes closed, lips slightly parted, flushed and happy-looking. Then she breathed a soft, contented sound, and opened her eyes. She gazed up at Alecos, meeting his own earthy hues with those of misty grey, and a smile appeared on her face. He had kissed her! She couldn't even remember the last time she'd been so happy, and it showed in every gesture, every nuance of her expression. Hearing his words, she nodded, her arms falling from their place around his neck.
"Yes.. I would like that very much." Well, since it seemed she was going to stay right where she was for the remainder of their trip.. Len simply leaned into the sturdiness of his body, laying her head against his chest. One arm wrapped around his waist, holding on to him.. ostensibly to hold herself steady as they moved, but really, simply so she could touch him. She almost couldn't believe this was actually happening. Unable to help herself, she giggled softly, then tilted her head back slightly, allowing her to look up at Alecos, admiring his features in the fading light of day. She spoke, a quiet, disbelieving murmur painted with hope. "Is this really happening?"
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Apr 15, 2016 16:27:52 GMT -8
Alecos wrapped the reins of the horse around his hands,before bringing them up so he could hold Eleniel close to him. From this position, he could also control the horse, with nice, gentle tugs on the reins, so he was happy. He gently stroked the hair on the back of her head, loving how soft it felt, how fragile and delicate, and yet strong she felt. He was contented, sitting there, holding her against him, but they had a dinner to get to, so he whisked the reins, and they rode off, winding up the narrow mountain track until they found the narrow outcropping of rock upon which a small setting had been created, with artisanally-crafted food that only required heating up, which Alecos would provide with magic. There was a basil salmon terrine, to serve as hors d'œurves, beautiful coq au vin, made with the finest of Gauldic wine, as a main, and lavender-infused creme brûlée for dessert.
While they were riding up, and Eleniel asked her question, Alexos looked down into her almond-shaped cinereal orbs, smiled and simply said, "I think it is."
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Apr 15, 2016 16:43:05 GMT -8
It all seemed so surreal. Alecos was holding her, his strong hand caressing her free-falling hair, as they rode past a beautiful waterfall, to a no doubt delicious dinner. That Len now had a feeling was intended to be romantic all along, even if unintentionally. She was starting to suspect that he had been in the same situation she was: Drawn together but believing the other didn't reciprocate the feeling. It was amusing, though she was more amazed that things had actually worked out. Drawn from her reverie of contemplation by their arrival at the scene of their food, Len smiled down at the picturesque tableau, then up at Alecos once more as he answered her question.
"I'm so glad. If this was just a dream, I'd be heartbroken to wake up and find it wasn't real." The urge to kiss him was strong, but she didn't want him to think she was too forward. He was so courtly, and she.. wasn't. That didn't stop her from reaching up to caress his cheek, however, while her eyes shimmered with emotion; happiness and a strong affection shone openly as she smiled up at him, a soft but glowingly joyous expression. "Thank you, for bringing me here. It looks absolutely lovely."
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