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 6, 2016 12:15:22 GMT -8
Kel struggled to piece together all of the information he had just been given. The first part was hard to decipher. She felt guilty and it had to do with him finding her, but not finding another? It was a bit muddled until her next words. She was drawn to him, that made his heart skip a beat. There was another though and those words made his heart sink. The hurt and confusion are etched large on his face by the time she is finished. He organizes his thoughts and tries to piece it together.
"If I understand correctly. You think that perhaps the spirits did bring me to you. You feel as though perhaps we are fated to be, because you are oddly drawn to me. Yet there is another you feel drawn to. You are worried about hurting him, hurting me, and being hurt in turn. I... Do not know what to say. Should I leave would that make things easier for you. It sounds as though my presence is hurting you and I cannot stand that thought. I will go if it makes things better."
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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 6, 2016 12:26:36 GMT -8
He summed it up pretty perfectly, and Len nodded, utterly miserable. Then she looked up at Kellam with sorrowful grey eyes. She was clearly torn, struggling with what would be best for him, and what she wanted. "You're not hurting me, Kellam. I'm doing that all to myself, simply by being a coward. The truth is..I don't want you to go.. I like spending time with you.. but perhaps you should, for that very reason. Being around me is just going to hurt you, and I don't know if I could live with myself if I let that happen."
Dragging her gaze away from him, Len hunched up on herself. She did her best not to be selfish, and despite the fact that she was saddened by the prospect of his going, she refused to ask him to stay. He needed to find his queen.. and that wasn't her. Couldn't be. His queen would be someone brave and strong.. not some weak woman who was afraid to take a chance at hurting anyone, or especially getting hurt herself. Her ears drooped as these thoughts gamboled through her head, her shoulders slumping. Maybe she should just stay away from him and Alecos, both. They'd be better off without her.
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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 6, 2016 13:08:58 GMT -8
Kellam slowly mulls over Len's words. He does not want to leave her. Just as she is drawn to him, he is drawn to her. He does not know if it is the pull of the spirits or infatuation, but it is real. Part of her wants to repeat what he did yesterday. To gather her into his arms and flee with her. She may not be his destined Queen, but he wanted her to be. Part of her clearly wanted to be as well. Wasn't that enough? He did not know. He also did not think forcing a choice on her was the right option.
"I also do not wish to leave. Though I think you must find your courage. You are possessed of a kindness and compassion greater than many I have known. If you did not fear hurting others you would not be who are. I do not think you a coward, though I do think you must find your courage. When you hunt a Siacthon it is not wrong to be afraid. To not know whether to attack or dodge. Still you must find the courage to choose, if you do not more than just yourself will be hurt. You do not need to choose now Eleniel, but you will need to choose you and no one else. Face your fears and have courage. I believe that you can and I believe you will make the right choice."
He does not say it aloud, but his eyes say it for him. He believes she will make the right choice even if that choice is not him. If she chooses another than perhaps despite how he felt now she wasn't the one. Perhaps this was simple infatuation, it had only been a day after all. It was silly that he should feel so strongly for 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 6, 2016 13:43:49 GMT -8
Every word Kellam spoke was true. They also stung. Len had never been one to shy away from the truth, and that didn't change now. That didn't mean she had to like it, though. Finally, she sighed, and raised her right hand, only to push her fingers back through her hair. "I.. I need time to think. Thank you for understanding, Kellam." Giving him a wan smile that only barely reached her eyes, she continued walking, heading for her cottage. She needed to be alone and think for a while.
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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 6, 2016 13:51:58 GMT -8
Kel nodded his understanding to the unspoken request in her words. A shame he had very much enjoyed his bed in her house, not to mention the cooking. If she needed to be alone though he understood. He cuts of the trail and heads into the woods. It appears it would roasted whatever he could catch tonight and a bed of wood. Back to normal it was.
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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)
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Post by Ynalae Urireal on Apr 6, 2016 20:08:42 GMT -8
It was a few hours after the male had parted ways with the female, who returned to her cottage, when there was a great crashing sound from within the wood. Followed by a rather sizable roar. The ground shook from the force of something.. what might sound like lumbering footsteps, to one at all familiar with woodcraft. Then a female voice cried out, shouting in an Elvish dialect. If anyone were inclined to investigate, they'd find an interesting sight: An overly large, extremely angry bear was systematically clawing to pieces a tall, ancient tree.
And within the tree was a woman. Her hair gleamed shades of gold in the fading sunlight, and she was scantily clad, revealing much of her tanned skin and the tribal symbols painted across it. Her eyes looked black, from a distance, and they were narrowed at the angry beast that was trying to get to her. Her left hand was clutching the branch above her head, trying to keep herself from toppling out of the tree, and in her right, she grasped an odd short-hafted spear with a long blade that appeared to be made out of stone, but it shimmered oddly. She kept stabbing toward the bear's face and yelling at it, clearly trying to get the enraged beast to leave her alone. "Yah!"
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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 6, 2016 20:39:16 GMT -8
Kel had been stalking a deer when the crashing began. His quarry sprang to its feet and fled and he scowled angrily. He debates chasing it or investigating the noise. A decision that is made for him when he hears a female voice. He sprints through the under growth and finds an interesting sight. A bear attacking a tree in which sat a female spirit touched elf. Though she did not look like one of the city dwelling elves, she looked like one of his people. Curiosity piqued he hefts his spear. Bear was good eating and the animal seemed intent on his prey. The wild elf takes careful aim and fling the enchanted weapon with all his might. His target is the great beasts spine. Almost as soon as the spear is sent flying he draws his short sword and advances.
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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)
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Post by Ynalae Urireal on Apr 6, 2016 20:48:32 GMT -8
Ynalae saw a flash of metal in her peripheral vision and looked over with a scowl on her face. What she saw made her eyes widen, a flabbergasted expression on her angular features. A male with the cursed hair! She was so startled that she almost went toppling out of the tree when the bear, who was caught unawares by the flying spear, slammed into the trunk before sinking to the ground, writhing in agony. Shaking aside her combination amazement and fear, she dropped out of the tree and onto the bear's weakening form, plunging her spear's long blade into the base of its skull.
The bear spasmed mightily, kicked once, then fell still. Ynalae remained crouched atop its body, waiting for a few moments before yanking the spear out of its corpse. Those eyes gazed at him suspiciously as she remained poised, clearly waiting to be attacked. It was so bizarre. He had the cursed hair, like she did, and looked to be a Wild Elf like her, but he wore armor - metal armor, finer than even the bone armor of the tribe leader's guard. How could this be? Why was he there? Why had he helped her? She was.. utterly baffled. ..But still thankful. "..Thank you.. for the help."
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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 7, 2016 7:23:17 GMT -8
Kel grinned as his spear found its mark. He had been about to leap on its back to finish the job when the female dropped. She dispatched the bear with a good thrust then crouched on top of it glaring at him. He pulls up short and eyes her more curious than weary. He isn't quite sure what to do. Though he knew there would be other spirit touched females, he hadn't thought of what to say if he met one. His experience with Len had taught him, that just telling someone they were to wed was not a good idea. Besides he didn't even know if she was. The issue was he didn't have much experience with dealing females. Eventually his rumbling stomach decided for him.
"You are welcome. I was happy to be of assistance. That being said could you move? I was hunting when I heard you yelling. I still need to eat and it would be a shame if all that meat went to waste. Not too mention the fur. Bear skin makes an exceptional blanket."
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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 10:55:00 GMT -8
She blinked up at him, her suspicion fading into absolute bewilderment that was evident on her face. Why wasn't he attacking her..? This would be the perfect time, she was less armored than him and weary, likely due to having fled from the bear before finding herself in the tree. After a few moments, she nodded once, a jerky, uncertain movement, then wiped her spear blade off on the bear's pelt, before hopping off of the corpse. Remaining crouched, she spider-crawled her way off to one side, then slowly straightened up to her full height.
"..You are a Wild Elf. But you are not of Jhan'ra." It was said with an air of great confusion. She hadn't realized there even were other tribes of Wild Elves in the world. And yet here she was, face-to-face with, not only another Wild Elf, but one with the cursed hair. She kept looking at it, confused but curious, glancing between his hair, his armor, and his spear. "You wear the armor of a king, but you have cursed hair. How is this possible?" Planting the tip of her spear in the ground, she tilted her head and scowled ponderously at him. The expression really looked like more of a pout, with her full lips.
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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 7, 2016 14:23:52 GMT -8
Kellam watched as the female moved aside. He walks up to the bear and withdraws his spear. The using his short sword he begins the process of skinning the animal. It was a shame much of the meat would go to waste. Well scavengers would take what he couldn't eat.
Kellam jerks his head up when she speaks again. He hadn't expected her to flee, but for some reason he had assumed she would start gather fire wood. It was what one of his tribe would do in this situation. Her words confuse him, curse hair? What was she babbling about?
"My hair is not cursed it is spirit touched. I am Kellam Urireal The Last King of Vidarin reborn. My armor and weapons are mine by right and destiny. Who are you that claims my hair is cursed?"
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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)
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Post by Ynalae Urireal on Apr 7, 2016 14:37:09 GMT -8
Spirit touched? Her eyes widened. Where he was from, such hair was seen as a gift? The Vidarin... Why did that sound familiar..? Her brow furrowed, and it looked as though she was trying to remember something.. something she'd heard once, long long ago... Unfortunately she couldn't quite seem to remember it, and she growled an annoyed sound as she looked at him again. "I am Ynalae, of the Lost City of Jhan'ra. I am an outcast, for the color of my hair is seen as a dark omen, a sign of the end times for my people."
Now she was eyeing him with something that was a mix between confusion, awe, and fear. "It was foretold when the moon was red that a warrior with hair the color of the ilatu flower would come, and take me as his, and that we would destroy the people of Jhan'ra. For this, I was cast out of the city." The way her gaze flicked up to his hair said that an ilatu flower, whatever that was, was apparently a very pale yellowish hue.. like his hair. Then she looked back at his face. Finally, she spun away and moved toward the trees outside the clearing. "..I will gather firewood."
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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 7, 2016 15:22:24 GMT -8
Kel continued to work as she spoke. Her story was... curious. The parallels to his own situation were startling, though the differences were stark. Like looking into his reflection is a muddy stream. Eventually the bear is freed of it's skin. He sets it aside to be dried out. Then as she gathers and starts the fire, he prepares a roasting stick. He uses the sacred blade of his people as an ax. Some may have found such a thing odd, but an edge is an edge why wouldn't he use it as such? Finally once the meat is sizzling merrily above the fire he speaks again.
"Your tale is an unfortunate one. My people also have a prophecy surrounding spirit touched hair. It says that the last King and Queen of Vidarin will be reborn known by their spirit touched hair. Together they will lead my people back to the homeland. When I was born my people rejoiced for I was their king returned to them. The issue was I did not have a queen. I was sent from my tribe to find her. It is odd that we both have a prophecy surrounding us, yet yours was ill and mine was not."
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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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Post by Ynalae Urireal on Apr 7, 2016 15:47:09 GMT -8
It didn't take long for her to get enough wood gathered, and after finding a stone to strike against her spearhead, she had a fire going fairly quickly. She retreated from the blaze a bit, posting her back up against a tree as she sat on the ground, with her knees drawn up and her spear resting across her lap. As the sun set and the fire blazed, it could be seen that her eyes, which appeared black, were actually just a very dark green. She listened as he spoke, unconsciously reaching up to touch her hair. He had a destined queen with golden hair..? Her hand fell, and she was silent for several long minutes after he stopped speaking.
"..Have you found your queen?" It was all she could think to say. Her mind was spinning. How was it that two people, both far from their homeland and strangers to each other, which such vastly different - yet oddly similar - prophecies, had managed to find each other? She found herself watching his hair again, wondering... "Something has been guiding me since I left Jhan'ra. A voice I cannot truly hear. It led me this way. I have not heard it for days now." The words seemed to tumble out of her against her will, and Ynalae scowled when she finally managed to bite back the tide of speech.
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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 7, 2016 17:23:05 GMT -8
Kellam pokes the meat with his sword. No where near to done yet. Shame he was starving, perhaps he should go forage for edible roots. Perhaps tomorrow, or perhaps he would move on instead. He isn't sure if he is going to stick around much longer. Perhaps just until he heard Len's answer, hopefully tomorrow. Ynalae's words give him pause to think. She had been guided by a voice? That was certainly interesting. He wish he had such a thing guiding him. Though why did she need a guide? It seemed like her prophecy meant the warrior must find her, not the other way around.
"I am not sure, I found one who I thought was she. Yet she told me that spirit touched hair is not uncommon among the elves of these lands. I found my thoughts often turn to her. Though I do not know if it is destinies call or infatuation. I was kept from the females of my tribe, I may simply desire her for she is the first I have met that may be who I seek. I wish I had a voice to guide me it sounds convenient."
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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 17:29:08 GMT -8
So he hadn't found his queen. And she hadn't been found by the light-haired warrior. However, she had found a light-haired warrior, and he had been found by a golden-haired Elf female. One could almost see the wheels spinning in her head, churning through this odd happenstance and trying to make sense of it. Perhaps both of their prophecies had been backwards..? No, that couldn't be it. Still, there was something uncomfortable yet contemplative in her eyes as she looked up at him.
She snorted, and a small smile appeared briefly on her face. "Amusing... I was also kept from the males of my tribe.. for fear that I would sully them and make them infertile." Her life hadn't been easy, but it hadn't made her bitter; it had made her stronger, albeit.. less trusting. "One would think so. It was mostly frustrating. I am even more frustrated now that I cannot hear it at all. Have I found what I was meant to seek? Or has whatever it was passed to a place where I cannot go? I have no answers, and it troubles me."
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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 7, 2016 18:06:09 GMT -8
Kel tests the meat once again. Perfect! Well as perfect as it got when you spit roasted. Which meant charred a bit on the outside but cooked through. He slices off a chunk and devours it in a second, barely noticing the searing heat of the meat. He is covered in grease and juices. He plows through his half of the meat in less than a minute, leaving the rest for Ynalae the remainder. He goes over and hacks off another chunk spearing it to roast well they continue to talk.
"Hmm. Yes I imagine if you did not know what you were suppose to find, it would be frustrating. Do you have any idea what it was leading you to? Did the voice provide any clues?"
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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 18:11:30 GMT -8
Despite her hunger, Ynalae remained where she was, eyeing the bear meat longingly. She had long been taught that she was only fit to receive whatever was left over when her betters were done with it.. which, after many years of getting kicked away, meant she didn't approach food, but instead waited for it to be thrown at her. So she simply remained where she was, ignoring the gnawing hunger in the pit of her stomach and its occasional near-silent growls. At his questions, she shook her head.
"There were no words.. it was simply.. a song. Something beautiful. It sounded like.. hope, and promise. It stopped when I reached the far side of these woods. I thought perhaps whatever it wanted me to find was within, and I have been searching since. That was.. three sunsets ago? Four?" She continued to watch him, wondering. What were the chances that she would find a golden-haired male within these woods? It still seemed too good to be true. As though the gods were playing some cruel, horrific joke on her. "If this female you mentioned is not your queen, what will you do?"
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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 7, 2016 20:23:00 GMT -8
"Are you not hungry? If you do not eat it soon it will burn."
Kel had just noticed she had not eaten her share of the first hunk of meat. Odd he could swear he heard her stomach growling. Why would she hesitate when the food was there for her? Either way he mulled over what she said as he wait for the new chunk to cook. Something like a song? How very curious. He slowly rotates his meat watching it cook slowly. Finally he voices his thoughts.
"Well at least it sounds like whatever it was leading you to was something good. Even if you haven't found it yet. And you say you have only been in the area for three sunsets? That is only a day longer than myself. Odd that we came to this area so close to the same time. Still meeting at all is coincidence in and of itself."
Her question gives him pause but not much. He had already made up his mind about it.
"If she is not then I keep looking. My people need me to find the queen, without her we have no hope. I refuse to let them down no matter how long it takes me to locate her."
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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 20:33:16 GMT -8
Kellam's words drew an expression onto her face that was combination suspicious and hopeful, but after a few moments, she shifted out of her seated position into a crouch. Hesitantly, she crept up to the fire, then reached out and snatched the meat from its place. All the way back to her spot, she kept looking at him as though she expected him to come over and take it from her. Once she was there, she began to eat, ripping chunks of meat away from the whole vigorously, and quickly, still casting looks at him like she anticipated him coming to take it away. She didn't relax until she had finished eating, whereupon she began to lick the grease from her hands.
Idly wiping said hands off on the fabric wound around her hips, she eyed him thoughtfully. Coincidence. She was starting to wonder. But of course, she wasn't stupid enough to say anything. Nodding at his response to her question, she pondered this. Part of her wanted to ask if she could travel with him.. but surely he would say no. He didn't need some female following him around. And she certainly wasn't lonely. Absolutely not. She was used to being alone. It definitely wasn't that. "I wish you luck, if this female is not your chosen one."
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