King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368 
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Dec 6, 2015 22:20:03 GMT -8
For the second time that night a genuine smile cross Renaux's face and he relaxes a bit clearly relieved she is willing to give it a shot. He does think he can like the girl, she was spirited, fierce, and good with a bow. She reminded him of himself, happy to ignore tradition to get what she wanted whether he could learn to love her though... He honestly had no idea. Renaux had loved his family but they were all dead now, the only living thing he loved was his Pegasus Soliél. Both his family and his Pegasus he had loved instinctively from the moment he first saw them, and he had never felt anything like it towards anyone or anything else. Still like he had said he was willing to make a go of it. He owed Arianne that much and besides it might make being king slightly more bearable, he addresses her concerns calmly.
"I don't see how what the king and the queen do in their bed chambers is anyone's business but their own. Still if they make a fuss."
He shrugs his shoulders and mimes a cutting motion across his wrist with his free hand.
"It won't be the first time I've been cut, it won't be the last."
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217 
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Dec 7, 2015 7:57:17 GMT -8
Arianne gasped and reached up with her hand to hold onto the masculine breadth of his wrist, her other hand still held in his. "I don't think we'll need a cut THAT large," she told him. Good humor sparkled in her blue eyes as she looked up at him. "They'll wonder what the hell you did to me."
She smiled up at him for a moment, and then the flicker of the fire in the hearth suddenly told her how comfortable she was in his presence. Arianne immediately pulled her touch away from him and took a step away to distance herself, clearing her throat and reaching up to smooth a strand of her curling, fiery hair behind her ear (only for it to immediately spring forward again).
"Thank you," she told him, and she lightly clasped her hands together in her lap, the movement pushing the soft swells of her breasts closer together over the bodice of her champagne-hued gown. "I would still like to return to Carmean," she told him, obviously of stubborn will, "but I understand if I can't return immediately. We should probably get some sleep. We both have a very big day tomorrow."
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Dec 7, 2015 9:46:23 GMT -8
Renaux chuckles at her observation about the cut, and a flicker of confusion flashes across his face when she jumps away. He wonders if he did something wrong then realizes she had probably just realized how close they were. This thought suddenly makes him acutely aware that he is alone in a room with a beautiful women he is supposed to be marrinyg. The kings cheeks begin to burn and he try to cover this with a cough. Its a struggle but he keeps his voice calm and light only managing thanks to his impeccable self discipline.
"Of course you will be able to visit your home, you are going to be the queen it's not like anyone would be able to stop you. And you are right we should both get some rest have a good evening... my queen."
He has absolutely no idea why he added the last part. He doesnt even know what he meant by it, his cheeks get even hotter and without another word he marches out of the room.
When Renaux finally gets to his rooms he undresses himself gets into his night clothes and climbs into bed. He had fought very hard to be allowed to change his own clothing with Gaspar. He had eventually won by staying up for two straight days denying the servant the opportunity to dress him. That thought normally brought a smile to his face but tonight he just stares at the ceiling.
Renaux had gone to Arianes rooms with some vague hope of convincing her thay he wasn't a bad guy. He had expected her to be sullen and angry and he had expected to fail miserably he had been consigned to defeat. Instead he had somehow apparently succeeded in his goal or at least he thought he had and he had no idea how to feel about it. He had been calmer and less anxious fightning trolls than he was right now thinking about Arianne. Still he needed to sleep and with a soirees discipline he sets his anxieties aside closes his eyes and drifts off.
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Dec 7, 2015 10:08:03 GMT -8
As Lord Requin sits at the desk and signs papers, a member of his staff knocks on the door and peeks in.
"Sir? We got the gift..."
Requin looks up at the man, holding a small box wrapped in brightly colored paper.
"Ah, excellent. What did you...er, that is to say, what did I get her?"
The servant holds up the box proudly.
"A silver necklace, set with star sapphires imported from the dwarven mines."
Lord Requin nods.
"Yes, that sounds perfect. Thank you, Anderson."
He takes the box and tucks it into his pocket.
"Well then. Time to see the queen-to-be."
He gets up and heads to the princess's room, plastering his best "I'm happy for you" smile onto his face and knocking sharply on they door.
"Ms. Valois? Are you in?"
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Dec 7, 2015 11:02:50 GMT -8
She didn't mean to visit Carmean. She meant to stay, but she didn't tell him that. The stubborn redhead was likely to go through with the plan whether or not he told her no. She had always known that one day she'd have to marry for power's sake. She just had no idea that it would be the King of Gauldin.
"Good night," Arianne said back to Renaux and walked with him to the door. If he glanced back, he'd see her blushing and offering him a little smile before she shut the door. Arianne let out a breath and turned to press her back to the door, leaning against it as relief swept through her body.
At the very least, Renaux was a kind man. Her gaze drifted up to the arrows that stuck out from his heinous portrait, and she laughed a little to herself, her red curls bouncing. And a man with a sense of humor. There could be worse fates... but it still didn't mean that she was prepared to give her entire life over to him.
She pushed away from her door and moved towards her vanity, taking a seat. She hummed to herself as she took off her jewelry and ran a brush through her hair. She moved into her changing room and stepped out of her simple gown herself, as the maids had all been dismissed and pulled on a nightgown and a bedrobe that was lined with fur given the winter outside.
She stoked the fire and warmed her hands for a moment when she heard the knock.
"Lady Valois?"
Curiously, she stood up and moved to the door, opening to see the handsome and grinning Lord Vin Requin on the other side. "Good evening, Lord Requin," she smiled to him, tipping her head to the side to lean it against the doorjamb.
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Dec 7, 2015 11:32:58 GMT -8
Lord Requin smiles at her. She really is very beautiful. The king doesn't deserve her. What has he ever done?
"Hello, Lady Valois. Congratulations on your engagement. I've brought you a wedding gift."
He pulls out the box and hands it to her, grinning broadly. As he does so, he notices the perforated painting.
"I see you're not too fond of the decor."
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Dec 7, 2015 13:08:07 GMT -8
"Mm, thank you," Arianne said, not very enthused about the remarks on her impending marriage. Although her opinion of Renaux had jumped up a lot with his visit, marriage was still a soul-crashing idea to Arianne. She'd witnessed too many women get their wings clipped by it.
When Lord Requin mentioned a gift however, Arianne stood tall, her bright blue eyes sparkling. "Oh? A gift? Aren't you supposed to wait for the wedding celebration, Lord Requin?" she asked, even as her dainty hand reached forward to take the brightly wrapped box, charmed by the gesture. She was smiling as she untied the ribbon, then glanced over her shoulder, red curls bouncing as she did so to take a look at the arrows in Painted Renaux's face.
"Oh, that," Arianne said with a small laugh, a soft little wiggle of her bosom accompanying the sound. "It was target practice." She ripped away the paper, and opened the box...
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Dec 7, 2015 13:21:33 GMT -8
Requin chuckles. "I couldn't wait. I wanted to give it to you in person, rather than have it be just one box in a pile of a hundred. Target practice, huh?" Hmm, he thinks. It seems she's not a fan of the king. That's good to know. He watches her open the box with interest. The wrapping paper is removed, revealing a small wooden box. The inside of the box is velvet lined, and contains a shiny silver necklace set with a brilliant star sapphire.  "I do hope you like it, Lady Valois. It contrasts nicely with your hair, if I do say so myself." He looks at the necklace with approval. It seems that his assistant chose well. |
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Dec 7, 2015 15:47:32 GMT -8
Arianne gasped when she saw the sapphire and diamond necklace in the wooden box. Of course, she was pleased by it. "It's beautiful," she said, and she let her fingertips trail over the smoothness of the sapphire.
She looked up when he mentioned how it complimented her hair, said red curls bouncing and bobbing all down her shoulders with the movement. "How strange. Most would have said it complimented my eyes," she noted. She smiled and then closed the wooden box, concealing the sparkling necklace.
"Thank you, Lord Requin. That was very generous of you."
Overall, it did seem like Arianne enjoyed the gift. She enjoyed pretty and sparkly things just like most women did, but... it did not seem to be the gift. There was more to Arianne than sparkling jewelry, and there were other things she treasured more dearly than baubles.
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Dec 7, 2015 16:41:34 GMT -8
Requin smiles when she thanks him for the gift.
"You're very welcome, Lady Valois. I'm glad you like it. I'd best get going now, as you've got a long day tomorrow. I'm sure you'd like to get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow."
With a final bow, he leaves the room and heads back to his own. He chuckles to himself at the arrows in the king's portrait. She's the only one who could get away with that...
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Dec 7, 2015 17:12:21 GMT -8
Grandma and her party made their way up to the palace entrance. Upon reaching it, Grandma made her way over to one of the guards at the entrance. She made sure to change her posture from her usual grandmotherly shuffle to that of a more regal bearing.
Her cane clicked on the pavement stones briskly as she approached the guard.
“I’m here for the Royal Wedding that is taking place,” she motioned to the twins and her two maids. “These are my two grandchildren, along with my maids.”
Grandma waited to see the man's response.
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Post by The Kingdom of Gauldin on Dec 7, 2015 17:19:46 GMT -8
The guard who they approach appraises Grandma and her entourage for moment, they were clearly foreign so he does not recognize them so they may indeed by a foreign lady her for the wedding. It was easy enough to verify of course he says his tone courteous.
"Of course mademoiselle I will need to see your invitation first and I will announce you. We do not have room in the palace to host everyone who is visiting but once you have given your introductions Gaspar can see that you are put up in one of the nicer inns."
He holds out his hand expectantly.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Dec 7, 2015 17:54:19 GMT -8
Grandma gave the man an apologetic smile.
“Unfortunately for me, I don’t have an invitation. I only just arrived in this country, and news hadn’t traveled to me in the Free City that a wedding would be taking place. If it had, I would have spoken with my various connections to acquire an invitation.”
She continued without missing a beat, cane tapping against the pavement rhythmically.
“However, I can assure you I am someone who would be an asset at the wedding. I assume you only want people with credentials attending, completely understandable. If I am correct in assuming such, I can assure you I have plenty of those. You see, I’m what you might consider a foreign investor of sorts.”
She cleared her throat before continuing.
“I am the founder of a quite successful buisness that is looking for numerous investment opportunities. Assuming your country is like most I’ve been to, the king would be quite open to such investors taking notice of his lands. Also, although I’m not here in this official capacity, I feel I should mention I happen to be head of the Free Cities justice department.”
If the man requested, she would be able to show him proof of her position in either of those positions she had mentioned.
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Post by The Kingdom of Gauldin on Dec 7, 2015 19:12:31 GMT -8
The guard looks at the old woman blankly most of what she said means very little to him, but he has realized this: He does not have the authority to help this woman who was either crazy, important, maybe both. He sighs shakes his head and says neutrally.
"Unfortunately mademoiselle I do not have the authority to issue you an invitation. I can fetch the head of the house hold staff Gaspar if you would like. He is quite busy though so you may have to wait a few hours. In the meant time I can have you escorted to a solar and arrange for some refreshments while you wait."
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Dec 7, 2015 19:32:15 GMT -8
Poor fellow Grandma thought. He didn’t appear to be the person she needed to meet. However, she smiled rather widely when he mentioned that he could have the head of the household meet her.
“That sounds most excellent, I am in no rush, so waiting for a bit won’t do any harm. Him being busy is to be expected of course, I’m sure he’s working quite hard to make this wedding a success.”
Grandma and those with her would be prepared to follow the guard’s lead to go to the solar if he made a move to take them there or had someone else escort them there.
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Gaspar
Established
The perfect butler.
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: Appears 62, actually much older
Physical Description: The head of the servants of The Palace Des Ailes. Old but still strong this man is always impeccable dressed and groomed. With a clean shaven face, perfectly coiffed hair and a friendly smile.
Clothes and Equipment: What ever a gentleman might require.
Registered: Dec 7, 2015 16:47:15 GMT -8
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Post by Gaspar on Dec 7, 2015 19:48:48 GMT -8
Grandma and her part are lead into a lavishly appointed solar though it is in one of the outer wings of the palace so it is not quite at the height of lavishness. Maybe 30 minutes after they are escorted in a trio of servants enter bearing plates of fine cheese, fresh fruit, and excellent Gaulish wine. They are then left to heir own device for approximately 3 hours, before finally an impeccable dressed older gentleman enters the room and sweeps a low bow to Grandma and her party.
"My apologies for the wait madam I am Gaspar head of the household staff. And you would be the infamous Grandma former proprietor of the midnight sun correct?"
His common tongue is flawless without a hint of accent and his tone is polite, formal, and friendly.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Dec 7, 2015 20:10:18 GMT -8
Grandma took in the room around her. It was quite nice and she and her party made themselves comfortable. Although Grandma would try a bit of the food, offering some to the twins as well, the maids simply stood, waiting with an almost statue like quality.
During the wait Grandma read some of a book that she had brought along with her in her handbag. After the sizable wait, she looked up as Gaspar entered the room.
“Oh, it was nothing my dear, you don’t become as old as I do without enduring a good deal of waiting.” She said this with a bit of a chuckle.
“I see you have come prepared, I’m almost surprised that poor guard remembered my info to give to you. But yes, you are indeed correct, that is my identity. A pleasure to meet you Mr. Gaspar. I feel I have been exceptionally fortunate to meet you, for I was worried I might have to deal with some of the nobility around here. Although they’d be loathed to admit it, I think we both know who knows the comings and goings of the outside world more between the nobility and household staff. Especially one as experienced as yourself.”
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Gaspar
Established
The perfect butler.
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: Appears 62, actually much older
Physical Description: The head of the servants of The Palace Des Ailes. Old but still strong this man is always impeccable dressed and groomed. With a clean shaven face, perfectly coiffed hair and a friendly smile.
Clothes and Equipment: What ever a gentleman might require.
Registered: Dec 7, 2015 16:47:15 GMT -8
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Post by Gaspar on Dec 7, 2015 20:29:36 GMT -8
"Of course madam it may be the nobles who make the decisions, but it is the servants who run the house hold."
He smiles politely at Grandma and sets a folded piece of paper on the table in front of her.
"Of course someone of such esteemed personage, as yourself was issued an invitation you must have simply left before it arrived. I have taken the liberty of having a new one made up for you. The king has arranged for the best rooms in the best inns of the city to be reserved for his quests. You and your party will be staying at La Palce D'or on the main street. I understand it is quite pleasant."
He then snaps his fingers and the same trio of servants appear whisking away the dirty dishes and replacing them with fresh ones.
"You are of course welcome to enjoy this room for as long as you would like. I will be departing shortly, before I leave do you have any questions?"
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Dec 7, 2015 20:52:00 GMT -8
“It appears my fast travel finally backfired for once then. Oh well, we have resolved this which is all that matters in the long run. Many thanks to you for your assistance in this matter.”
Grandma bends her head slightly to Gaspar as she offers him her thanks. She rose from her seat and prepared to leave, not seeming interested to continue eating the food offered them.
She hesitated at his parting question before rummaging around in her bag a bit.
“I do realize this is highly unusual, but I feel you’re quite a trustworthy fellow, and feel I should like to offer you this.”
She handed Gaspar a small, rather plain ring of silver with a simple green gem embedded in it.
“This will allow you to contact me if you ever might need to reach me for some reason, no matter where I might be. It works vice versa as well. Although we most likely will never have need of using it, I feel it can’t hurt to take such a precaution. Also, if for some reason you don’t feel right using such an instrument, feel free to throw it away. I won’t be offended. Farewell for now though, until we next meet.”
Grandma headed off towards the Inn, twins and maid following.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Dec 8, 2015 10:29:28 GMT -8
Renaux was eating a private breakfast. He woke far too early to dine with the rest of the house and besides he liked the private time to think. He wss suprised at how calm he was. Last night he had been a bundle of anxiety but here he was the morning of his wedding and he was fine. He was thinking on the day ahead and though he wasn't looking forward to it he wasn't dreading it like he had been for the last few months.
"I should have talked to her sooner."
He muses to himself now aware that most of his dread was from a fear of being tied to some insuffarble noble lady. Someone to prim and proper to actually be enjoyable company and who hated him for reasons he wouldn't be able to fathom. Arianne at least seemed to have a sense of humor and she had been willing to try and get along which was much better than he had hoped for.
Renaux thinking on it further he realized that he wanted to do something nice for the lady to show his appreciation. However he was terrible at gifts. Oh he was sure there was a pile of them labeled as being from him for her and all chosen out by Gaspar. That though seemed insufficient, he needed something better. A long moment passes and slowly an idea forms, Renaux gets up dresses himself and goes to put his plan in motion.
Around the time most people have finished their breakfasts and returned to their rooms Renaux once again approaches Ariannes door. He is in full military dress a half dozen medals on his left beast commending him for bravery and skill, his plain though enchanted bastard sword is buckled on his hip, and the intricate winged crown of the king on his brow. In short he looks far more regal than he did last night when he had been dressed casually. The only odd thing is the plain brown leather bag he carries in one hand. He raises his unoccupied hand and without any of the hesitation he had last night Renaux knocks on Ariannes door.
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