Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
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.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jul 21, 2016 3:01:42 GMT -8
"I know exactly where my words will get my dear."
This was accompanied by a slight draw of his finger up the outside of her thigh before it returned to holding her hand, his face an expression of pure innocence, mixed in with some relief that his brothers had heeded her words, the thought of cookie deprivation more than they could handle.
"You're going to make an excellent mother some day Eleniel."
He over heard the last thing said by the Princess, and wondered if they would want their own lands. One of his knights had just passed without an heir about a year ago, and he had debated giving the lands to his brothers to teach them responsibility...it was an issue he had talked to Eleniel about multiple times, as she was now his closest confidant.
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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 Jul 21, 2016 10:50:53 GMT -8
His words and the feel of his hand against her thigh - even through her skirts - earned Nicolas a brief, heated look from Eleniel. Then she was all smiles, even as she contemplated her revenge. She had just taken a sip of her water when he spoke again, and she only barely avoided choking, carefully setting the glass down and arching a brow as she turned to look at him.
"You think so? Hmm. I suppose we'll see." She was blushing now, and trying very hard to ignore it as she instead listened in on the conversations around her. It occurred to her that these people probably didn't have much contact with Elves, as none of them seemed to be trying to lower their voices enough to escape her extremely keen hearing. All these conversations.. and some of them were rather making her mad. Most of them were saying unpleasant things about either herself and Nicolas, or the pretty girl - who she now realized was a princess of a land across the water, where she hadn't visited - that had made such a show of solidarity either. Her nose wrinkled in annoyance as she listened to the chatter, and then she muttered.
"..I'm being forcefully reminded of why I don't like most nobles."
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Jul 21, 2016 13:20:43 GMT -8
Blake jumped up and followed Camilla out of the room. He didn't even think to ask for permission. With hindsight this might have been a mistake, but in the moment all that mattered was Camilla. He follows her and helps her find a bedroom and a chamber pot she can use. It isn't pleasant, but hey who said everything about love would be pleasant?
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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 Jul 21, 2016 13:21:47 GMT -8
The king and queen watch the two retreat from the table. They look surprised then share a look. After about fifteen minutes they get up and go to look for the couple. Once they do they would stand and wait for a full explanation away from prying ears.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
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.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jul 21, 2016 13:34:12 GMT -8
"You and me both. Means a lot that you're willing to put up with them for me. And a lot of them aren't so bad in person, but gather them all together in a room....yikes. I do hope the Princess is alright though, she must be really nervous about meeting the King and Queen to have had to leave twice."
His tone was rather nonchalant as he spoke, but quiet so that only she could hear. Though he was the only one trying to be discreet, even he could hear the other conversations. Several of the lords would find their next bill for the things his fief exported to be much higher until they apologized for their comments.
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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 Jul 21, 2016 14:28:46 GMT -8
"I'd put up with anything for you."
The words were spoken softly and with a great deal of affection as she smiled. His comment about the princess drew Len's gaze to follow the king and queen as they followed the princess and her paramour. Interesting. She wondered what that was all about, but didn't say anything. She was here for Nicolas, after all, and it was none of her business. So she simply remained where she was, chatting with him and his brothers.
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Jul 21, 2016 16:29:42 GMT -8
By the time she was through, she had to dab sweat from her forehead. not realizing they were followed by the Royal couple, she muttered, "I'm sure of it now, that I'm with child." She closed her eyes and rested her forehead on his chest, "The prawns... I tried to ignore them but..." She trailed off and simply rested as her body recovered from this. Whether the royal couple overheard or not was beyond her since she wasn't aware of their presence. Her hand rested on her still, flat tummy and began to rub in circles until her belly stopped churning.
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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 Jul 23, 2016 16:29:39 GMT -8
Arianne swoops in to take Camilla's hands in her. Well swoop maybe the wrong word given the queens current state. Waddled as quickly as possible maybe more accurate. The young queen looks at the older princess with a mixture of giddy excitement and lingering worry.
"You are pregnant? Again? That's wonderful! Why didn't you say the prawns were bothering you, we would have had them moved!"
Renaux nods at Blake, not needing to ask who the father is. He'd noted how they looked at each other when he'd visited Blake's home last time. His voice rumbles out slowly and with great consideration.
"This could be a bit of a scandal. If you two would like to make it a smaller one I could arrange for you to be wed. I'd have to give Blake a noble title of course."
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Jul 23, 2016 20:28:21 GMT -8
She was silent for several minutes, thought whirling rampant in her aching head. Her hands were clammy while in the grasp of the queen's, sadness threatening to envelope her at that moment as she gazed at Blake. She had caused yet another mess... She was to blame. Camilla thought hard in that moment, about Evrand... And finally said, "Evrand, I'm so sorry..."
Then she turned to the king, a grim look on her face... "Here is what you can do if it truly is your wish for Blake and I to wed and make this as right as we can get it for this mess I made... You must declare my husband dead... And I am honor bound to offer my fate into your hands. I must do it publicly... Then you declare I am to wed Devr-- Captain Blake... And we must do it tonight by your order... I mean, if you are agreeable to this, Majesty. It is the only way to repair most of the damage, for I never properly mourned my husband in the eyes of society. They do not know that the love was set in motion while I was amnesiac... They don't know that if I knew I was freshly a widow, I would have been honorable and waited until it was proper... It wouldn't matter to them. They do not know that I carry much guilt for all of this, and that I did not mean to let another man into my heart so quickly. But it is done and there is no turning back... And if the captain agrees to take me, I would do this tonight and put this sordid affair away."
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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 Jul 24, 2016 15:14:56 GMT -8
Renaux and Arianne look at at Camilla blankly. After a few moments the king gathers his wits and says haltingly.
"I am sorry you are telling me that if you are to wed the captain it should be tonight? By my order? I understand your worry about the scandal. The heart wants what it wants and from what I've heard yours decided on Blake, before you recovered your memories. It is a sticky situation, but one most wouldn't understand. Still I will not order you to wed Blake. I won't even marry you unless that is what you both want."
The queen is still a little confused. Unlike her husband she hadn't read up on Camilla's people. Renaux understood what the woman was speaking of and Arianne would likely badger him with questions as soon as this was resolved. The king's eyes turn to Blake asking looking for an answer to a question. Did the captain even want to marry?
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Jul 24, 2016 15:24:27 GMT -8
Blake has the look of a man who was just told he was to be married and made a noble. Which is to say he looks stunned. His eye is open wide and his mouth is slack. He looks from Camilla and the queen, to the king, then to the ceiling. When the kings eyes fall on him, Blake swallows and works his jaw. After a moment he says hesitantly, but with a growing conviction.
"Your majesty, I never gave an thought to marriage. Never gave any thought to be coming a noble. When Camilla and I started what we started we both agreed we'd pretend such things didn't exist. Sitting here an facing the reality of it I have to say... Had you asked me when we first started courting I would have turned tail and ran. Now though..."
Blake turns his one good eye on Camilla and smiles warmly.
"I know here heart and soul. I've grown to love her and her children in a way I never thought I'd love anyone not family. In some ways I love them more than I love my family. I will stand by her until the end of my days, no matter what. If she decides I should do so as her husband, then my answer now or at any point in the future would be yes."
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Jul 24, 2016 16:37:25 GMT -8
"I do not think you quite grasp what I am telling you, Majesty... I mean that perhaps a little trickery is in order. See, you would not be a party to falsehood because this custom is real to my people, and we do wish to be with each other... So you are not technically ordering us to do anything we do not already wish to do, or at least... entertained the notion of since first discovering this child." She paused and smiled at Blake, the only person who could really get her to besides her children, "I love you and would walk beside you whether we are married or not. But you know that." She looked to the King, smile still on her lips... "You, my lord, would be pulling wool over the court's eyes and potentially gaining favor for your 'orders'..."
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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 Jul 24, 2016 18:06:37 GMT -8
The king nods slowly and gestures to the queen. Arianne struggles to get to her feet and it isn't long before Renaux helps her up. The king then gestures to Blake and Camilla. He leads them back to the hall and has the Herald get everyone's attention.
"Ladies and gentlemen I have some announcements to make. First for services rendered I am awarding Captain Devin Blake twenty acres outside the city of Niréal. With this bequeathment I also awarded him the title of count. Join me and and welcoming the newest member of the gentry."
The gathered nobles mutter and gasp as the king makes his announcement. Despite their curiosity and surprise they still clap politely at the kings words. Renaux's tone turns serious for a moment.
"Next it is my sad duty to inform you that Prince Evrand of Medan has been confirmed to have fallen, just as his father before him. This leaves the Lady Camilla a widow. By her people's traditions she now falls under my jurisdiction as a ward. It is my duty under her people's tradition to either take her hand in marriage or award it to a noble of my court. I have decided to award her hand to Count Blake. That is all."
The crowd erupts into talk at his words. Heated discussion and rumors start spreading like wild fire. There is nothing a court lives more than spectacle and this was certainly one.
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Jul 24, 2016 18:14:19 GMT -8
There... The deed would be done. She did nothing to hide the grim look on her face-- it was a very real feeling of sadness at the events. Nevertheless, she curtsied to the king before turning to her now-fiance, and curtsied to him as well, murmuring, "My lord." She placed her hand in his and looked to his face, hoping she hadn't just set another horror in motion. He would be able to see the worry in her eyes.
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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 Jul 24, 2016 18:41:23 GMT -8
Eleniel was in the middle of conversation with Nicolas when the king, his wife, and the unknown lady and her paramour emerged from wherever it was they'd been. Her eyebrows shot upward in surprise upon hearing the king's set of proclamations, and then she looked over at Nicolas, leaning in to murmur to him.
"Well this is an interesting turn of events. I wonder what could have brought all this on." She recalled what she'd seen today, and sorted through the facts carefully. There was a suspicion in her mind, but she kept it there, not speaking a word, even though she looked momentarily troubled. The return of her happy expression was quick, and she smiled.
"Ah well. It seems this is now a bit of a celebration. Perhaps we should congratulate the happy couple at some point."
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on Jul 24, 2016 18:51:41 GMT -8
She was beyond late, but it wasn't her fault! The young lady, Faisine, had run into plenty of hardships in her journey, effectively humbling the once, snooty and spoiled brat that she once was. And this was her first appearance in society since the fall of Verri. She'd tried to help other people, but found the lack of structure formidable, and had taken great pains to get herself elsewhere a bit more, eh... Stable. The young miss wore nothing so fancy as her older cousin, Camilla... Indeed, her clothing was plain and unfashionable in comparison. A year ago would have meant much complaining on her part, and would have seen to many a man wanting to stuff cloth into her maw to get her to silence... Not that her fiery spirit had dampened... No! She was still a lady with blood almost as royal as her cousin's, but just as ancient.
The young miss was in awe at the sight of all the pomp and the sparkle... She was impressed. And that the princess lived in proximity of such a place? A slight twinge of envy was felt, but she tamped it down.
She was late, though, and that would surely give a bad impression. She was lead to the room where the luncheon was, and waited for them to announce her, which surely would be a moment, for she had walked in as the King was announcing the second marriage of Camilla... Curiosity was all she felt, and she was glad to be on the speculating side for once.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
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.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jul 24, 2016 19:29:26 GMT -8
Lord Soult, in spite of his disdain for courtly intrigue, was a shrewd man, and whilst the implications of her running off had been lost, the announcement following it threw it all into light for him. He had no way to confirm his suspicions, short of asking, but has no desire to do so as he leans back and smiles, clapping.
"Good for them, always glad to see love trump political necessity. And of course we should, such announcements are not made at these things without that expectation...ugh, though I suppose that means we will have to attend some infernal noble wedding in the future. You think this luncheon is snippy..."
He took a sip of his drink and set it back down, letting the silence finish his statement. He truly detested social functions with people whose mouths did not match their actions.
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Commandant Murat Lafayette
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: 36
Physical Description: A relatively average man in appearance, he stands at about 5'11", and 190lbs. Short, black hair with grey at the temples decorates his head. A long scar traces its way down across his left eye (eye color is brown) and down to his jaw. It is his only distinguishing feature.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears the uniform of the Commandant of the Pegasus Knights, adirned with numerous medals for valor in battle and personal accomplishments. A cavalry saber and shield, emblazoned with the crest of Gaulding, are the only other equipment he carries with him.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:35:31 GMT -8
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Post by Commandant Murat Lafayette on Jul 25, 2016 16:44:04 GMT -8
Murat led the applause, showing his support for the King's announcement and, having been a member of this court since before Renaux was King, knew relatively speaking that this decision was not planned to have happened during this meeting, but it mattered not to him, he owed the royal family of Gauldin everything he had, and thus would always support the decisions of King Renaux in public, only offering a dissenting opinion in private to the King.
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Jul 26, 2016 14:39:28 GMT -8
Blake returned Camilla's gaze. He knew her well enough to know what worry plagued. He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and gave her a tight smile. This wasn't how he'd expected the evening to go. Sky! This wasn't how he'd expected his life to go. He'd thought he'd always be a navel officer of relatively minor importance until he retired and married some tavern keepers daughter. Now he was a count engaged to marry a princess and soon to cover up the scandal of her pregnancy hopefully. It was more than he'd ever thought he'd have to deal with. Still he would deal with it, he'd do it for love.
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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 Jul 26, 2016 14:41:58 GMT -8
The king motioned for the luncheon to continue. He returns to his table with the queen and at a whispered word the prawns were removed. The Herald announced the late arrival.
"Announcing Lady Faisine of Ansah."
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