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 Oct 13, 2016 7:28:25 GMT -8
She nodded by rote to the Doctor, who left to collect his wages for his services, and frowned a little when he said that rude knight was still in the room with her sister. That was odd, wasn't it? Why was the knight still here?
Her attention turned back to Renaux, and even as Renaux said the words, her arms tightened a little around Voltaire and she leaned away from her husband. It was a defensive gesture. A protective one.
"What if her magic hurts Voltaire!" She asked on a quiet yet impassioned whisper. The fierce and protective mother bear in Arianne had reared its head... and was met with the guilty and ashamed sister inside her. She looked down at her baby, his cheek resting against her breasts. "Oh, Renaux..." she sighed, feeling so confused. "I don't know what to do." She tipped her head so her cheek could rest against the top of Voltaire's soft head.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
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Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Oct 13, 2016 7:37:30 GMT -8
The Lady Genevieve was laid in her beautiful bed that was now grey and slightly cracked. She had been washed, her hair brushed, and she had been put into a voluminous and clean cotton nightgown before being tucked beneath the bed sheets. There was a thick bandage around one wrist, and slim bandages around the fingers of her other hand, each faintly glowing with a gold symbol.
She slept, and it seemed as if she was dead were it not for the shallow rise and fall of her now mostly flat chest.
As he whispered his apology, there was no outward difference from Genevieve, but forty five minutes later, a cool breeze flittered into the room from the crack at the window... and her pale lashes hesitantly lifted.
She came gently awake, and her once beautiful eyes of not quite blue, not quite purple were now dull.
And, seemingly, lifeless.
She became aware of a figure beside her, and her head turned very slightly on the pillows to look at Hansel.
Those dull eyes began to fill with guilt and sadness, and the bedside table freaked from a sudden but gentle swell of magic.
"I'm sorry," she told Hansel on a hoarse and dry voice. "I tried to end my wickedness."
A sudden thought had her wondering if the boy was still there so that he could end her life for her, since she was too weak to do so.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
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𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Oct 13, 2016 11:47:19 GMT -8
Hans stared at her the whole forty five minutes, not a single blink coming from him. What have I done? When she started to move he exhaled for the first time in five minutes, a sort of half-smile appearing on his face. He put on hand on his hair as he was filled with inexplicable joy; she was alive! He gulped and just looked, bare shoulders rising up and down as he simply stared at her, mouth agape with delight. "No, no... I... it;s my fault, I am... I am sorry, please forgive me? I've just...." With a sniff he stood up and turned away from her to wipe off a tear and hide the crying that began. "I just... I don't know what came over me... I am a horrible person, I can never see good intention, I only see evil, I...." Lost for words he fell to his knees and took her wounded hand. "Forgive me?" He pleaded, his true eye shining with tears on it, while his false one was inhumanly dry.
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King Renaux of Travére
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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 Oct 13, 2016 12:31:18 GMT -8
"I know love."
Renaux whispers as he pulls Arianne tight against him once more. A hand runs smoothly through her hair, the other rubbing her shoulders. He knows what it is like to lose a loved one but for him, it happened all at once. It must be so much worse standing out here knowing that Genevieve may die but feeling powerless to stop it. Well not entirely powerless. His plan offered a faint ray of hope, but Arianne was right Genevieve's magics may hurt Voltaire and Renaux quailed from the thought of the worst case scenario.
"It might harm him my queen, or it might save her. I... Sky and damnation I don't want to risk our son in this way, but if it could save Genevieve's life can we offered not to? It's a choice neither of us should have to make and hopefully, the healer's faith in that young knight isn't misplaced and we won't have to. But it is the only way I can see where we might help in some way and if we are careful I am sure we can keep any risk to Voltaire to a minimum."
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Oct 14, 2016 15:48:02 GMT -8
Confusion now swirled in the depths' of her eyes. She was weak, and she was fragile, and as his larger, scarred, war-hardened hands moved, they took up her pale and slender hands -- once an artist's hand, now a sinner's hand -- and it was as light as a mist that shrouds a graveyard.
"I don't understand..." Genevieve said quietly, her mind still waking, still coming to terms with the fact that she had wanted to die and be gone and rid of this world and the pain she'd brought to it, and yet was still alive. Could still sin again. Could still be wicked again. "... why would I forgive you? You did nothing wrong."
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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 Oct 14, 2016 15:59:29 GMT -8
"I'm not selfish, Renaux," she said as he drew her back into his arms. "I'm sick with worry over Genevieve, but if she hurt Voltaire, I'd never be able to forgive myself." Or Renaux, if the case may be.
And yet... her sister's life.
Arianne bit into her bottom lip as Renaux spoke. She dipped her head and pressed her lips and cheek to Voltaire's soft head, closed her eyes, tried to imagine the hell that Genevieve was going through with the loss of Odette. The girl herself was buried in the Royal Gardens, because Genevieve hadn't wanted her to be in a place surrounded by dead bodies.
She wasn't ready to use Voltaire... but she also wasn't ready to lose her sister.
"Let's just... let's just see if the knight will be able to help her." It was an odd situation. What was the nature of the relationship between the night and Genevieve? Gene was old enough to be the boy's mother (albeit, a very, very young mother).
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
Dedicated
𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Oct 14, 2016 19:52:24 GMT -8
His jaw dropped in his own disbelief. He was about to go on a long ramble about how a was his fault, but he realised it would lead to a "'I am at fault,' 'No I am!'" situation. Instead he quickly shut his mouth and looked at her for a moment. He took a breath, and tried to calm down as much as he could, before finally speaking. "First, I request that you forgive me, you may not want to afterwards, when you see just what a horrible person I am."
Before she could start blaming herself, and speak of her wickedness, he would add to his statement. "But I understand if you do not wish to; perhaps I do not deserve it. Yet, I wish to first explain myself, and then recite something for you. Will you please grant me that grace?" He asked.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Oct 14, 2016 21:13:53 GMT -8
She felt confused and lost and... empty. It wasn't even an interesting mix because she could find no inspiration to be interested. It was simply how she felt; like a husk of a person.
She felt that she no longer had a soul, or that perhaps she had never had one. All the years she had spent raising Odette now seemed darkened and tinged with this new sight of her motherhood.
What was it that this boy had told her? Genevieve had made it possible for ledgers and deviants to be near Odette, so it was no wonder that Odette had died. She had been a terrible mother to an innocent girl, and had been a terrible person.
She ought not to be living anymore. What had she to live for? Arianne hardly knee her. They had been separated for most of Ariannes life by the Duchess. Genevieve didn't know Renaux from Adam, and their new baby... it crushed her heart to see him.
Or rather, what had remained of her heart. She didn't think she had one of those anymore, either.
But still, this boy almost crushed her hand in his in his earnestness, so she simply nodded her head and watched him with those blank eyes of hers.
Somehow. Someway. She looked even worse now than when he had met her earlier in the day. At least at the hotel she had been able to cry. It didn't seem that Genevieve could do that anymore, either.
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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 Oct 14, 2016 21:39:25 GMT -8
"I know love."
Renaux repeats his words from earlier because they are true. Renaux did not think his wife was a selfish person, self-centered on occasion, a bit spoiled, but not selfish. Arianne had a kind and generous heart but to risk their child was asking much of her, much of anyone. He nods his head in silent agreement as she echoes his plan.
Renaux was just as curious about the young knight and his relationship with Genevieve, though he knew slightly more. Gaspar had told him that the young man had ties with the Angelists and he'd come to Gauldin specifically to find Genevieve, beyond that though he knew nothing. The king did not like not knowing who he was entrusting his sister in laws life to, but he'd have to deal with that. If the boy failed then they would have to try his plan and the king wasn't sure he could go through with it. Renaux pulls Arianne a bit tighter and kisses Voltaire atop his head, sky but this day had taken an unpleasant turn.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
Dedicated
𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Oct 15, 2016 16:33:47 GMT -8
He gasped with relief as she agreed to forgive him. He knew it was wrong, he was taking advantage of the poor woman. She forgave him because she was not aware that her attempt at suicide was his fault. He felt horrible, he had a whole new sin, one which only the Gods could absolve him of. He inhaled, before finally speaking. "Very well. I will first tell you of myself, and what I did." He paused for few moments to recollect parts of his sob-story. He had told it before, but it never seemed easier, in fact it even seemed harder sometimes. He scratched his right hand absent-mindedly, thinking of how to begin. He didn't even notice how his nails drew blood in his young skin.
Feeling the light sting he smiled, he had long since taught himself pain is good. He began a euphoric little chuckle until he realized what company he was in and grunted, wiping off a little blood on his hand. He finally looked Genevieve in the eyes, and began his story. "I was a normal kid, born outside Audria. My family may have been Wickans, they may have been Audrians. I really care not. All was simple, I prance and played in the meadows, but alone, because of my eyes as you can imagine. Of course as I got older it got harder, they kicked me, poked my eye, so on and so forth. My mother comforted me, she would stroke my hair, sing, and hold me as I cried. Until of course, one day some Raiders come, burned the village we lived in and worst of all; one of them came in, removed father's head, did horrible things to my mother, and then slit her throat. When he left and set the house ablaze, I simply stayed where I was, in my little hiding spot. I watched her crawl over to my dead father - or his head - and simply stared into his eyes, wiping the blood off of his moustache. We had a fine set of healing instruments, I could have saved her, but I did not. I did not save her. Now let us skip boring times to the modern day. I am a Knight, a blessed member of the Holy Legions. I went to give the belongings of a deceased Knight to the widow; you. When I arrived, I saw a person broken, dying if not physically then metaphorically. When I came to your aid, I remembered the memories. You came to mine, and then it became all so... familiar. I was almost under a trance, I saw not you but her. I felt her warmth near me, yet when you kissed my palms it... it all went awry, I felt horrible that the sensation escaped me, I did not know what to do. I was hurt. I know it was not your fault but I felt hurt. What I did afterwards was fear, confusion, misunderstanding. My stupidity. You must understand that what I said afterwards is wrong horrible. I was wrong. Do you understand?" He looked at her, hoping she would say she did. If she did not, his world would be ruined, split apart.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Oct 16, 2016 7:41:23 GMT -8
As he spoke, she did come to understand something... she had depended too much on him. He was so young and had his own battles to fight. She had been very irresponsible in leaning on him for absolution. She remained very still, and her eyes were focused on his face, save for a brief flicker of her blue-purple eyes to where he scratched blood to the surface of his hand.
When he was finished, he was imploring, and it tugged at the strings of her maternal heart which was an all pain she hadn't felt in so long. She gently lifted one of her pale, thin hands, and she laid it over his freshly wounded hand, and gave a bare squeeze.
"I understand," she told him in her quiet, hoarse voice. In all truth, there were many parts of what happened that she didn't get have her head wrapped around, but there was one thing she now saw clearly -- this boy was looking for absolution, too. She could not give it to him, but she could give him this.
Her emotional connection to Hansel was small at best, but it was the only feeling she had in that empty flesh shell she wore. She didn't even think of Arianne or Renaux, and refused to think of Voltaire. But she knew now that she had missed her chance to die by her own hand, and she was too much of a coward to try again.
And besides. If she killed herself in Gauldin, a fuss would be made, a fuss she didn't deserve.
Genevieve took her hand away and then tried to sit up. It took effort on her part, as her thin body was so weak. Oh, Genevieve thought, she felt so... old.
And even as the thought occured to Genevieve, crows feet began to appear at the corners of her eyes. Hansel might perhaps notice this. He might also notice that the furniture and things around Genevieve had stopped decaying.
"Help me up, please. I have one more request of you." She turned her tired eyes onto Hansel. "I can't stay in Gauldin, and I can't go back to Isra. Can you give me directions to your orders next guild house? Perhaps I could find employment there as a housekeeper or seamstress... I just can't stay here."
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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 Oct 16, 2016 7:49:41 GMT -8
Impatience overtook Arianne, as could only be predicted. She shook her head, emotions in a sharp turmoil in her head and heart, in her stomach. She moved out of Renaux's arms with a frustrated sound, although it had nothing to do with her husband.
Arianne, simply, was not a woman that could stay idle for long, and she was not a woman that could wait knowing someone was hurt. Voltaire was wide-eyed and awake in her arms, aware of her mothers agitated attitude.
The young queen began to pace back and forth down the hallway. The sun was beginning to set now, and not a peep had come from Genevieve's room. And as Arianne walked with Voltaire, the foal kept clipping along behind her on his new, gangly legs.
This made Arianne give Renaux a look. "No one will be happy cleaning up after a Pegasus in the palace," she told him, and then shot worried looks to the door of her sisters room.
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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 Oct 17, 2016 7:39:27 GMT -8
"Probably not."
Renaux agrees, but makes no move to corral the foal back to it's stable. He could sense his wife's growing agitation and he does call for a servant to deal with it if needed. He isn't keen to send the foal away, though, afraid that it might upset Voltaire. He was still far too protective of the boy, he'd have to fix that in the coming years. His son would need to be strong, able to wield a blade and lead a country. For the moment he'd coddle the babe, someday he would be hard just not today.
He waits with his wife outwardly more composed, but inwardly no less anxious. He doesn't know what it will do to her if her sister dies, especially by her own hand. The king also wants a chance to help Genevieve, he'd never talked to the woman but she was family and he wanted her to know he considered her as such. He wanted her to know that he and Arianne would help her as best they could through this impossible period in her life.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
Dedicated
𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Oct 18, 2016 13:13:35 GMT -8
Hansel would look to the ceiling euphorically as he mouthed "Hallelujah," gratefully. When she asked for him to help her he nodded happily and assisted her. When she asked about the order however, he grimaced a little. "I do not think at this point in life you are suited for religious work. However Aozora is always looking for someone to help it expand. I'm sure my name will help at least a little. I'm... I'm Hansel, or Hans if you prefer." He said, realising he did not say his name the whole time.
He would then hold her face again and stare into her eyes, paying close attention for a few moments before releasing her. "The eyes, they change colour but they do not change. I try to use them as my main means of remembering people. I will meet you again, if that is fine by you. My work however... it best remain as anonymous as possible until I secularise; it is why our Order's members always keep their helmets on. If you allow me, I will gather my things and leave through the window now."
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Lady Genevieve St. James
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Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Oct 19, 2016 9:46:12 GMT -8
"Aozora..." She said the word, frowning. She'd never heard of it. Or maybe she had? The last few weeks seemed like a dream. Or a nightmare. She closed her eyes and put a hand to her temple, rubbing the pain there when Hansel took her face into his hands and looked into her eyes.
Her hands reached up to hold onto his, and then drew them from her face. "Take me with you. At least outside the palace. I can't stay here. I can't..." She looked toward the door where her sister waited, took a breath and shook her head. "No, I should stay."
She swallowed, and then dropped his hands, suddenly remembering how he had reacted the last time she had touched them. She pushed out of bed, and felt weak. She sat back down, found strength, and then moved across the room to the wardrobe she remembered. She hated this room, and was eager to leave it.
"Leave, Hansel," she said quietly, and it seemed as if there subtle wrinkles now at the corners of her lips. "And thank you." She couldn't smile, but her tone was at least a little warm. The frail woman looked fragile and vulnerable in her voluminous nightgown that covered all but her neck, hands and face, but soon she'd be covered with a robe.
She would deal with her sister and the King of Gauldin. And then she would leave.
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Queen Arianne
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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 Oct 19, 2016 9:49:17 GMT -8
But her husband did not remove the Pegasus, and Arianne had no want to do it, either. The clopping of its hooves on the marble of the floor cut into her psyche, however, and she finally walked over to Renaux and handed Voltaire to him, kissing him on his cheek.
Restless, impatient, she went to the window that overlooked the castle grounds and stood in the golden light of dusk, the light playing off her hair and the gold of the military jacket she was still wearing, illuminating her face while letting soft shadows play as she bit and worried on her bottom lip. Her boot tapped rhythmically on the ground as her arms folded beneath the generous curves of her breasts.
No, she was not a patient woman.
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King Renaux of Travére
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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 Oct 19, 2016 13:02:24 GMT -8
Renaux accepts Voltaire and the pegasus stops at his side. After a moment hesitation, he settles the boy on the floor and babe and animal cuddle up together. The king, in a very unkingly way, settles down next to the two keeping one eye on the babe. The other eye stays on his wife, whose impatience and agitation is rolling off like waves. He doesn't blame her, he could only imagine what it would be like if it was her in there. She and Voltaire are the only family he had now and he was certain he'd lose his composure if it was either of them in peril. Still, there was nothing he could do for her in that moment, though he wished it otherwise.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
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𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Oct 19, 2016 15:00:35 GMT -8
"It is not difficult to get there yoursel-" he began until she said she would stay. Well make up your mind woman he thought and quickly threw it out of his mind. He was much too young for this.
He looked her over, putting down the changes to all the bloodloss. He nodded after she finished. She had made her choice, and he had proven himself much too foolish to judge her. He wondered what would happen to her. Would she be put into some horrible asylum for loonies? Would she just be locked in a room with no means to kill herself? He recovered the last piece of his armour, and sighed. He was a little embarassed since it seemed like such a petty thing, but he had to get his armour back from the hotel. "You... you wouldn't know a way for them to let me back into the suite or do you think they will let me in as is?"
By this time he would already have gotten to the window unlatched it and was half of the way out. "Oh, and whatever happens, know that I am sorry." he said, trying to smile despite sobs and a few tears running down his cheek, wiped away with a mailed fist.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
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Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Oct 20, 2016 22:21:34 GMT -8
The way he looked there, it painfully pulled at maternal strings and instantly made her eyes water as well. "Oh.." she said and almost reached toward him, almost went to hug him and hold him and tell him things would be alright... but she was afraid to do it.
Not just because she was perhaps a bit afraid of how he would act with such a gesture, this scarred boy with the ruined eyes and the broken past, but also because she was afraid to feel like a mother again. She was convinced now that she had been selfish and horrible and wicked, that she had been a poor mother and an even worse human being. She had sinned too much already, and she wouldn't survive if she hurt another child.
So her frail arms went around her robe clad body, hugging her thin waist, feeling her shoulders hunch a little with an age she shouldn't have felt.
"They will let you in," she told Hansel, her Gauldish accent thick due to her emotion. "Never fear. And I will go to Aozora. Per'aps we will meet again."
Genevieve gave him what ghost of a smile she could, and then turned decisively away and toward the door to the hallway. She hesitated and put her hands on the door, taking a breath, a teaching herself. The fingers of one hand were wrapped in bandages, and a thick bandage was wrapped around the wrist if her other hand. Both had faintly glowing seals of health upon them.
Then, sterling what she had left of her spine and courage, she opened the door to the hallway... to the King and Queen of Gauldin.
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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 Oct 20, 2016 22:28:15 GMT -8
She barely even registered that her husband was moving, or settling their child with the foal. Her hand had since come up and plaid with the pendant of the necklace she wore, sliding it back and forth over its golden chain.
It was a gift given to her by a different lord than the one she had married, a star sapphire that was said to be as blue as her eyes at its end.
When the faint click of the door knob turning sounded, however, Arianne immediately heard it and looked to the door with sudden hope and passion and worry in her eyes, her hand and body suddenly going very still.
At the first step of Genevieve, Arianne whispered her sisters name and then practically flew across the large hallway to hug Genevieve very tightly. "By the stars above, I thought I lost you," Arianne said in a rough voice and felt a new wave of tears coming.
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