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Post by The Kingdom of Gauldin on Dec 4, 2015 17:32:18 GMT -8
A big draw for many who visit Travére is Le Soleil Marché. This hub of commerce is not as large as some in the world but it is unique as the entire area is enclosed with beautiful stain glass windows on the roof reflecting the suns rays into a cacophony of color on the ground.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2015 19:59:14 GMT -8
The morning after the wedding, a messenger knocked on Ashani 's door. "The Duke is waiting for you at Le Soleil Marche," the servant said as he bowed to Lady Ashani, the bear rampant on his chest marking him as a member of the Duke's coterie. "When you are ready to leave, I am to escort you to him."
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Post by Ashani on Dec 21, 2015 9:00:54 GMT -8
"Yes, of course." Ashani did not take any time to get ready. This morning she was back into her regular clothes, now all freshly laundered, and walked out with the servant and her hat in her hand. Once outside in the bright morning sun, she put her hat on and followed them into town. It was good she had an escort, as the marketplace she was led to would have made finding the Duke--or anybody--very difficult.
"Hello sir."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2015 22:51:45 GMT -8
The Duke was sitting at a small table, perusing the newspaper, of a little cafe. No one else was seated beside him, and that was very likely the point, powerful a man as he was. Inside the Soleil Marche was warm, give all the people within the huge building.
"You have your list of necessities, I presume," the Duke stated without looking up from what he was reading, hardly even acknowledging Ashani.
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Post by Ashani on Dec 23, 2015 17:58:16 GMT -8
The Duke was sitting at a small table, perusing the newspaper, of a little cafe. No one else was seated beside him, and that was very likely the point, powerful a man as he was. Inside the Soleil Marche was warm, give all the people within the huge building. "You have your list of necessities, I presume," the Duke stated without looking up from what he was reading, hardly even acknowledging Ashani. "Hello, Duke Valois. Yes, of course." It was in writing, by quill on a rolled parchment: every little item she would need for learning magic, many of which were for her own comfort, as she already possessed many of what would be thought of as necessities. She wanted numerous potion bottles, a bag of holding, a small cauldron, and a mortar and pestle. The only one of those objects she hadn't left at her cottage was the bag of holding, and a second would be immensely useful. She also had library access, but if she had been given any instructions to gather books during this winter break, their titles would also be on the list.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2015 23:38:46 GMT -8
The Duke finally did look over his newspaper and towards her, taking in her presence. He did not forget how lovely and comely she looked just yesterday in the gown he had had bought and made for her.
"You'll add clothing to your list," he informed her. "While you're accepting my patronage, you are an extension of the Carmean name. Appearances are superficial, and yet, it is a being's first defence."
He folded his paper, and then stood, smoothing a hand down over his tunic and handing the paper off to a man that stood near him. "Edmund will attend to you today. I will meet with Diodorus and secure an early testing date. You will be expected to dine at the palace tonight."
His orders were given. He bowed his head, and left one of his liveried men with Ashani, who turned to her and bowed.
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Post by Ashani on Dec 24, 2015 14:35:12 GMT -8
"Yes sir.. yes of course." She nodded, knowing to follow everything the duke said as though a step by step list on paper. Now she had clothing to shop for, and she figured wearing the same thing from the wedding two nights later for the dinner had many better alternatives. She was unfamiliar with Gauldish style, however, and while she had a good eye for what looked nice, she was unaware of any cultural subtleties to watch out for. She'd then begin shopping, with Edmund at her side. While she approached her first shop, which happened to be a lavish clothier, she asked him, "sir, is there any style of dress that I want to avoid? I'm not sure what would be appropriate to wear to dinner tonight... I could hazard a guess but I'm not sure if there's anything specific to this culture I should watch out for."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2015 17:44:15 GMT -8
Edmund stepped up after his master had gone and walked just a bit behind Ashani, as was respectful. When the pretty witch turned to ask him his opinion of clothes, immediately the costumes of the desert slave girls came to mind. But no, no, that wouldn't do. "Ah, Gaulish fashion is to not show any of your stomach," he said. "Or your legs." Edmund seemed saddened by this. "But shoulders and breasts can be!" Embarrassed at his enthusiasm over those body parts, he blushed hotly and cleared his throat. He gestured to a dress. "That looks normal," he told her. "Normal-ish, anyway."
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Post by Ashani on Dec 30, 2015 0:59:55 GMT -8
"Oh yes.. of course." Ashani didn't look too excited about having to dress up. She was so used to her adventuring gear and at home clothes that everything else seemed awkward. While her previous dress to the wedding was beautiful, she had also learned that this would take some getting used to. She looked at the piece the man had shown her as an example. It seemed it could fit her quite well, but the bright white was a little off-putting to her. She preferred richer or more subdued presentations, and while she thought she had a decent eye out for her own style, it would take some shopping around to find something best suiting. An upscale clothier selling finery and gorgeous dresses was her next destination. Eventually, she decided to try some outfits on in the fancy clothier's fitting room. She'd disappear behind a locked door, and there was a flash of fushcia light from within the room. Within seconds she reemerged, much too quickly to have been feasibly possible, and took a couple steps down the short pristine hall back to the clerk and the Duke's servant. She looked into a large rounded mirror with skepticism, clearly at some discomfort with the style and cut of the lavish dress. "So... like this? I don't know.. maybe the white dress would have been better.." She was looking anything but confident as she pondered changing again.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2016 16:47:43 GMT -8
Thomas' jaw had dropped when Ashani came out, frowning at herself int he mirror while he could only gape at her. He shook his head a little and cleared his throat, straightening his shoulders to make himself presentable. he could only imagine what the Duke would have done to him had he seen his reaction.
"NO, THAT'S--" his voice cracked, high pitched, adolescent. Thomas cleared his throat again. "No, that's prefectly fine, Mademoiselle Ashani," Thomas said. "I am sure the Duke would be pleased by the selection."
He was staring. Thomas turned away and looked at the list. "We have books and utensils to purchase, although these can be handed off to a servant and done within the day. Are there any other purchases you would like, Mademoiselle?"
He was at her service.
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Post by Ashani on Jan 5, 2016 15:27:21 GMT -8
"I suppose that would do. If there's anything else I need I can get it later. As long as everything on the list is brought to me," she said. "Where should I go now? The palace? The Duke said I should eat there this evening."
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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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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Jun 8, 2016 12:34:13 GMT -8
Arm in arm with Duke Nicolas Soult, Len entered the market. It was such a lively, active place, always something to see, some delicacy to try, and the building it was contained in was lovely. As they moved inside, she waved to a few vendors who greeted her; she was a frequent visitor here, after all, and they knew her well. One of them called out, offering up samples of his newest sweet to the baker and her companion, and Len gave Nicolas an inquisitive look complete with arched brow.
"Monsieur Noreaux makes the best chocolate in all of Gauldin." Playfully dragging him over, she accepted the offered delicacy - a dark chocolate truffle with a sweet strawberry-flavored filling and white chocolate swirled on the outside - and popped it into her mouth. A low sound of delight fell from her lips as she chewed, the flavors exploding on her tongue, and once she'd swallowed, she spoke to the vendor in easy Gauldish. "Je vous remercie, Monsieur Noreaux. Je suis heureux que vous n'êtes pas un boulanger, ou bien tu me mets hors de l'entreprise!" The rotund man laughed, and Len grinned.
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Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jun 8, 2016 17:10:42 GMT -8
He had never bothered to go to the market in Travere before, and he really regretted that decision now. The market made the small one in Arcoux seem like a backwood Inn's menu. The building was gorgeous, he would have to see the architect about redoing the church in Arcoux. It was starting to fall apart, and figuring out how to pay for that was the first thing he was taking care of when he got back. Work could wait though, he was now here with Eleniel in a beautiful market on what was turning out to be a beautiful day. He reached out and grabbed a piece of chocolate, popping into his mouth. He wasn't big on candy, but this particular candy was delicious. He would have to see about ordering some for his brothers, they loved candy.
"You won't find any disagreement from me Eleniel! This chocolate is delicious!"
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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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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Jun 8, 2016 17:24:58 GMT -8
Len beamed up at him, chuckling at the look on his face. Then she waved her farewells to the tubby chocolatier and guided Nicolas through the crowd. Her hand remained tucked in the curve of his arm, the other rising to lay draped over his forearm as they walked. Her gaze drifted upward, admiring the intricate carvings in the wall and ceilings.. but it inevitably wandered over to settle upon his features. She would, however, quickly look away, not wanting to be caught admiring him, too. She felt fluttery and uncertain enough, she didn't need him to see her looking his way like some lovesick girl. Trying to think of something to say, she blurted the first thought that came into her head.
"I love to come here in the morning before everyone is up and look at the architecture as the sun is rising. The light paints everything in gold and makes it look like something straight out of a fairy tale." She blushed and looked up at him, uncertain why she'd said that. These weren't the kind of thoughts she usually shared, but something about Nicolas made her want to open up.
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Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jun 8, 2016 18:13:00 GMT -8
He was enjoying her company, especially her hand and arm on his arm, in spite of his advisors' recommendation to keep it "discrete", that particularly advisor was an asshole anyway. He caught her ogling him occasionally, but didn't react, save for the smile on his face getting ever wider until she eventually sort of...vomited out that phrase, at which point he chuckled slightly, suppressing the laughter that he wanted to let out over behavior, even though he found it incredibly endearing.
"I can imagine that it would look truly beautiful, just like in a fairy tale." His gaze did not stray from her eyes as he said it, hinting that his statement applied twice, once to what she said and once to her.
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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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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Jun 8, 2016 18:18:46 GMT -8
Her heart stuttered at the way he was looking at her. It should be illegal for a man to have eyes that beautifully green. Unable to look away, Len felt the heat filling her face as her breath caught. Then her eyes widened as she tripped, only her grasp on Nicolas keeping her from falling over. That made it much easier to look away as she laughed at herself, looking just as embarrassed as she felt.
"Clumsy me. Ahem. Oh, pretty!" A merchant selling flowers caught her attention at the perfect moment, specifically a display of roses in every color imaginable. She hesitated, leaning forward to sniff delicately at the blossoms there. She also used this as an opportunity to try and will her blush away. She couldn't believe she'd tripped. Well, yes she could, she was a klutz and she knew it, but her timing!
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Duke Nicolas Soult
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Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jun 8, 2016 19:07:45 GMT -8
He was barely suppressing the laughter at this point, semi-grateful that she turned away so he could laugh quietly into his own hand. The flowers were quite pretty, and he handed the man enough coins to let her choose whichever one she wanted, as a peace offering for the teasing she was about to receive.
"Guess you are literally falling for me huh?" The grin on his face was about as wide as it got, and he burst out laughing at his own, terrible joke.
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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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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Jun 8, 2016 19:27:51 GMT -8
Len's eyes widened as Nicolas handed over coins, and then she shot him a look that said, 'You didn't have to do that.' Still, she wasn't going to just turn down his gift. She selected a rose with petals that were a soft blue, smiled at the vendor, and then looked back up at Nicolas.. only for her face to turn a vivid crimson at his words. She knew he was joking, especially as he began laughing a moment later, but it was still embarrassing to have her clumsiness pointed out.. and even worse that there was a hint of truth to what he had to say. Unable to keep looking at him, she lowered her eyes, staring at the rose that was clasped in her small hand. She was undeniably drawn to this human man, but she was hesitant to open her heart again. She bit her lip and twirled the rose absently, unsure what to say, if anything. Finally, she decided on seven simple words, spoken quietly.
"Thank you for the rose.. it's lovely."
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Duke Nicolas Soult
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Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jun 9, 2016 7:47:51 GMT -8
The look he shot back said that he didn't have to do anything, he had wanted to do it. Her expression made him pause momentarily, worried that he had unintentionally offered insult to her, which had not been his intention by any means.
"You're most welcome Eleniel, and I apologize for my previous comment, I had not intended to insult you, merely make light of a semi-humorous situation. I hope you will forgive me for that comment."
His voice was low, his words apologetic. It was not something he did often, apologize verbally. He preferred actions to words but felt it was necessary in this case, especially seeing as she was being a most gracious host to him and he had insulted her.
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Eleniel Windsong
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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)
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Jun 9, 2016 9:53:04 GMT -8
Shaking her head at his words, Len struggled with her words. After several long, very silent moments, she raised her head and looked up at Nicolas with shining eyes. When she spoke, it was in that same quiet voice, her words filled with a mixture of emotions: Uncertainty, hope, concern, and a smattering of fear.
"You didn't insult me.. my clumsy tendencies are well known, and I accepted my own shortcomings a long time ago. Your words just.. hit rather close to.. to the truth.. and I..." Her blush deepened as she lowered her gaze, fidgeting slightly. She was growing rather attached to him, a fact that unnerved her. All her prior attachments had turned out.. badly, and she was starting to think she was the problem. ..Although her first love dying in a war was hardly her fault. Biting her lip, she forged ahead, sounding just as nervous as she felt. "..I find myself growing.. very fond of you, Nicolas."
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