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 Aug 10, 2016 12:28:05 GMT -8
She understood, looping her arm casually around Blake's waist as soon as she felt his presence (If he didn't stop her). She seemed to relax more as soon as that happened. "Thank you." Her own cheeks were a little red and she gave a genuine smile. "I am sure you've just been introduced to us plenty, but I am Lady Camilla, and this is my... Betrothed..." She paused to clear her throat, "Count Devrin Blake."
She gave a slight curtsy - Not necessary as she was above their stations, but she did it in good faith anyways.
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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 Aug 10, 2016 14:32:54 GMT -8
Blake gave no protest to Camilla sliding an arm around his waist. Indeed he slipped his arm around hers in turn. He also joined her in her curtsy though he of course bowed instead. He smiles at the Duke and his companion.
"A pleasure to meet you."
He didn't plan to be very talkative. This was really Camilla's time to shin. She was the one that knew court manners and politics.
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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 Aug 10, 2016 14:48:59 GMT -8
Nicolas seemed to be failing at describing what she was to him, and his bumbling explanation earned him a decidedly amused look from the Elf, before she looked back to the other couple with a beaming smile. Inclining her head to the other woman as she introduced herself and her fiance, she admired the attractive picture they painted.
"A pleasure to meet you properly, Lady Camilla, Count Blake. I'd invite you to sit with us, but I don't imagine you'd choose to sit with us when you're dining with the king." Her tone was a touch wry and more than a little mirthful. One didn't simply decide they didn't want to sit with a monarch. It just didn't work that way.
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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.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Aug 12, 2016 2:59:56 GMT -8
"It is indeed a pleasure. I believe I have seen you around Captain Blake, perhaps even been introduced, but I am afraid that if that has happened, such an event has escaped my recollection. Still, I have heard of your accomplishments, truly a pride of the Royal Air Marines."
He took a sip of water as he spoke, kicking one of his brothers under the table as they began to complain a bit too loud about the lack of food. He should have signed them up for the Pegasus Knights, he supposed he still could do that, at least one of them.
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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 Aug 12, 2016 12:42:07 GMT -8
Camilla relaxed further, that is until she saw someone lean in and whisper while looking at them all. She gave a smile, waved at them in a royal manner, then said to Elf, "Have you tried the food yet? It's lovely... Would you like me to accompany you to the buffet? Lord Soult, you don't mind if I whisk your lady away, do you?" Hopefully not only would she give gossip mongers a real reason to wag their tongues, but perhaps Nicolas hearing someone call Eleniel his Lady would end this poppycock "friend" claim he had.
She gave Blake a relaxed smile, "You could, perhaps, bend His Lordship's ear about your marvelous air ship." And that was how it was done. Stuff all this uncomfortable junk, she was going to show the crowd how a lady was supposed to act. Hmph.
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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 Aug 12, 2016 13:35:36 GMT -8
"Thank you lord Soult."
Blake hesitates as he responds to the Dukes praise. He actually didn't know how he should address the duke. He was a noble as well now, but one of a lesser title. So the captain decided to err of the caution and refer to the man as lord. That was probably right. Blake's eyes flick to Camilla when she tells him to entertain the Duke. She wanted to leave him alone with a Duke? That was almost as bad as being left alone with the King and Queen. Sighing he resigns himself to keeping company with someone he wouldn't have dreamed of having a private conversation with a year ago.
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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 Aug 12, 2016 15:51:31 GMT -8
"Not yet, no. I'd be happy for some female company, though, thank you, Lady Camilla. Let's leave the men to talk for a moment." Leaning in with a grin, Len bestowed Nicolas with a quick peck to the cheek, then stood and moved to stand beside the other woman. Moving toward the buffet, once they were a fair distance away from the men, she felt some of the tension ease out of her shoulders. She breathed a laugh, then gave Camilla a grateful look.
"I really do appreciate your offer. Honestly, I've always been so uncomfortable around the nobility, I was trying to gather the courage to get up.. the ones who aren't staring at you are staring at me." She sounded wry, but also slightly annoyed. She hated the gossip of the upper class. Didn't they have better things to do with their time?
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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 Aug 13, 2016 19:04:04 GMT -8
He smiled as she called Eleniel "his" Lady, and accompanied it with another squeeze of Eleniel's hand.
"I do not mind in the slightest Lady Camilla. And please, Captain, or Lord, which would you prefer? And since the women are getting acquianted, you can call me Nicolas if you wish. And I believe there was some mention of an airship?"
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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 Aug 14, 2016 16:05:32 GMT -8
"Thank you, your Grace," she said to the Duke before whisking his lady away.
"I'll never get used to it and I was born into a royal family," she waved her hand as she spoke to said lady. "Please think nothing of it. You seemed the best candidate for a friend than the majority of the ladies present, let them have something to wag their tongues about." She lifted her chin part way. "Truth of the matter is they all have their scandals, so they live to find juicier scandals. Every court is the same no matter how friendly things are." She tucked a strand of red-gold hair behind her ear, caramel eyes dancing in amusement.
"But never mind them. They do not know the truth unless they see for themselves."
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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 Aug 14, 2016 17:52:55 GMT -8
Blake gives one last forlorn look at Camilla as she whisks the elf away. Turning his attention back to the duke he lets out a small sigh of relief. At least the man seemed friendly.
"If I am to call you Nicolas, it's only fair you call me Blake. That's what most everyone calls me."
The only people who used his first name were his family and Camilla. That was a conscious effort on his part. He wasn't overly found of the name Devrin. Even though one of his soon to be step children shared the name. A thought that made him fidget slightly. Skies above! He was going to be married to a princess! That was only supposed to happen in fairy tales. It takes the captain a moment to remember the duke asked him another question.
"My airship? It was scout class. The G.R.A. Intrepid, finest crew I'd every served with and it may not have had fire power, but it was the fastest ship in the fleet. It's the ship that made the southern moutain run in less than 12 hours."
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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 Aug 14, 2016 20:03:36 GMT -8
Len grinned, giving Camilla an amused look. She decided that she liked this woman, very much. A noble who didn't act very much like a noble was someone she could definitely get along with. It was good to have at least the potential for a new friend, and someone who understood her situation, if admittedly from the opposite perspective. As they neared the buffet table, she grabbed a plate and began to select food, though her smile soon faded.
"I worry Nicolas isn't quite as prepared for the scandal of our relationship as he claims. Private rendezvous at his estate were one thing.. but this..." Shaking those thoughts aside, she forced her usual perky self back to the surface and smiled at Camilla again.
"So, how long have you and the Count been together?"
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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 Aug 15, 2016 3:05:05 GMT -8
"That is an impressive time, and I well remember when she broke the record. Cousin of mine was an officer on board at the time, I believe he was operations officer, but I could be wrong. How did a Marine Captain come to acquire the affection of a Medanian princess? There is a story to be told there I would think."
His brothers looked longingly where Eleniel and Camilla were getting food, and he waved them away. They scampered off to get food and sow mischief, leaving Blake and Soult without anyone in immediate earshot.
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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 Aug 15, 2016 3:50:10 GMT -8
"It is much less a scandal that a man takes a commoner for a wife than a woman takes a commoner for a husband." She murmured, not unsympathetically. She grew serious, in fact, as she thought of how to reply to the next question. "I cannot give you an exact timeline, but what Devrin and I share wasn't... I..." She sighed and squared her shoulders. "I am not sure of a timeline. He found me when I was about to give birth to my sons and I was so very ill that my life was forgotten about. By the time my memory returned, I was in love with him." She bit onto her bottom lip.
"What of you and the Duke?"
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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 Aug 15, 2016 10:45:56 GMT -8
Blake doesn't respond to the comment about Soult having a cousin aboard. It was possible, if a marine had a noble back ground they usually kept it quiet. Mostly because it was seen as less noble than the knight hood. So if you were noble an wound a marine it was because you flunked out of the Academy. He considers the question for a moment prior to answering.
"Well... I found her out in the wilderness. Pregnant, sick, and an amnesiac. I took her in and took care of her. Things progressed from there."
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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 Aug 15, 2016 11:08:03 GMT -8
Len paused in the act of piling food on her plate to look at Camilla with an apologetic expression. Pregnant with her deceased husband's children, lost and alone in the wilderness, plagued with sickness and amnesia... It had to have been difficult. She couldn't even imagine it.
"I'm sorry that you went through so much.. but it's good to see people find love." The mention of 'love' drew her gaze back to Nicolas, and a small smile flitted across her lips. Then Camilla's question urged her attention back to the conversation at hand, and she popped a few more food items onto her plate as she replied.
"We met a few months ago. I was out riding in the fields, he was chasing mention of bandits near his fief, and he just.. stumbled across me. We were only friends, at first, and then he asked me out to dinner.. things have simply progressed from there." She looked down at the plate in her hands, her lips curved in a small smile. "He's made it clear he means to marry me, but hasn't actually asked yet."
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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 Aug 15, 2016 11:39:08 GMT -8
Soult caught her gaze at just the right motion and made a hand gesture that could be loosely interpreted as 'Could you please bring me food so that I don't interrupt the conversation?' Jean caught the end of Len's comment and made a mental note to inform his brother that she desired such a thing (at least in his brain that was the interpretation) but he made no indication of having overheard anything.
"That is a noble thing you did, to take care of someone in such a time of need. I am not surprised she fell in love with you."
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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 Aug 15, 2016 15:15:52 GMT -8
"You would make a lovely bride." She smiled and glanced over to Blake, grinning. "Blake is a good man, I owe my life to him, and the lives of my boys." And she meant it. She cleared her throat a little and glanced about, before returning her attention to her new friend. "I have no authority here, else I'd make you one of my Ladies and therefor you would no longer be 'common.' Not that it would stop the ghastly gossip. You and I can at least be at ease knowing the real story." She sighed and waited by while the elf continued to serve herself some food.
Suddenly hungry, she excused herself for a moment to retrieve her plate from the table she'd been sitting at, and a glass of water. She would join the Duke and his Lady, at least for a time.
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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 Aug 15, 2016 17:36:51 GMT -8
"I did what was right. No more, no less Nicolas."
Blake's answer is simple, straightforward, and utterly heartfelt. To the captain there was a certain level of humanity one must adhere to. He didn't consider what he did noble. He considered it human. Well maybe inviting her into his home was above the call of duty. But the barracks the government had wanted to set her up in where no fit place for children. Let alone newborns.
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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 Aug 16, 2016 14:05:09 GMT -8
"I suppose I might, though I think you'd outshine me a great deal." Len laughed slightly, and turned her head away to hide her blush; she wasn't very good at taking compliments, sometimes.
"Oh, you wouldn't want to do that, I think. I clean up nicely and can act the part of a lady well enough, but I spent the past century and a half as a roaming ranger.. my courtly skills are rusty at best and nonexistent at worst." Having caught the gesture from Nicolas, she set about preparing a plate for him as well, easily balancing her own in between the curve of her arm and the dip of her waist. Nodding her understanding as Camilla excused herself, the Elf focused on the task at hand, and soon shad a plate loaded down with all the Duke's favorites. She returned to the table within moments, putting his plate before him and then settling down with her own, and glancing up to see Camilla joining them. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"It appears they'll be sitting with us for a bit after all. What a nice surprise." She smiled, taking a bite of an adorable little mini-quiche. She really needed to find out the recipe, it was delicious!
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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 Aug 17, 2016 3:43:15 GMT -8
The plate of food was accepted gratefully, and he returned the favor with a kiss on her cheek after she sat down. He saw his favorites on the plate, and gave her another as thanks. She really was the best.
"Thank you my dear. And yes, it would seem so. I don't mind in the slightest though. Are you enjoying yourself Eleniel?"
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