Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55 
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Dec 12, 2015 13:18:53 GMT -8
Requin chuckles.
"Yes, I can see how one would prefer to sing to nobility. We pay better."
He chews his croissant thoughtfully.
"You're self-taught, huh...imagine how good you could be if you had professional training. You could be a star, traveling around the kingdom. Around the world, even! You could sing at concert halls and events all the way from here to Medan! How would you like that, Remelia? Would you like professional training at the Bayonne Conservatory? We have the best teachers in the world there, they could build on your current talent and send your skill through the roof! How about it? You could come back to Bayonne with me after the wedding, and I'd give my own endorsement to the headmaster. All free, of course. Talent like yours should not be constrained by costs."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2015 13:41:30 GMT -8
She laughs gently at his enthusiasm with turning her into a contemporary musician. "Arent you worried they'll turn me into a wannabe soprano?" she teases. Its not the first time a noble has offered to patron her learning, but she already has the best teachers one could ask for, even if they're long gone. Some might find it hard to learn from mouldering scrolls and etched tablets, but the songs of ancient masters move her more then any operatic scholar ever could. "There's little talent to be had in such places, I've found." She bites her bottom lip and smiles nervously. "My ambition is to someday found a bardic college like those of old that values adventure and passion over stuffy orthodox precision."
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Dec 12, 2015 13:52:02 GMT -8
Renaux had been quite but he had also been listening he had a few questions for Remelia mostly about her homeland and culture. Renaux was always curious about new places and eager to travel part of why he had joined with the Pegasus knights. He did not voice his questions though as he was trying to get a read on Requin.
More and more Renaux was getting the sense the younger lord did no like him yet he could not fathom why. Especially after Requins last statement which showed a breadth of open mindedness and maganominty. It suggested that Requins grevince was personal rather than political yet he couldn't recall ever having met the Lord before. Renaux he is frustrated by the mystery but he doesn't let it show in his voice or expression.
"A generous offer never the less Requin I was unaware you were so magnanimous, it speaks well of your character."
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Dec 12, 2015 13:53:08 GMT -8
"Oh?"
Requin is a bit surprised that she declined the offer, but nods regardless.
"Alright, if that's what you think would be best for you. And you're right, the wannabe sopranos are the worst. It's always the sopranos, I find. They're the ones that want to be treated like goddesses all the time. I wonder why. I wouldn't be able to stand even a day with those divas."
He chuckles, recalling his excruciating visit to the Conservatory. Never again.
"Where would you find a school like that? I don't know of any in Gauldin."
Turning in his seat, he addresses the king.
"Thank you, sir. I just hate to see talent go to waste. Although it seems that hers will not, even without the conservatory."
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 5:59:30 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2015 14:12:02 GMT -8
Remelia blushes a bit, embarrassed at having gone on about what is, in essence a pipe dream rather than thanking the lord for his offer. "I couldn't say, sir, I've always been a olo act." She shrugs and nibbles on a slice of sausage, feeling quite self-conscious a it sinks in that she's sitting with a king and lord, refusing their offers and blathering about herself. Coming to Gauldin has begun to seem like the height of hubris.
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Dec 12, 2015 14:30:53 GMT -8
"Well, I hope you find the teacher that you're looking for. Although to tell the truth, you seem to be doing fine without."
Requin pours himself a glass of wine, and pours Remelia one as well. After a moment's deliberation, he pours a third glass for the king. An obvious slight.
"So, where are you headed next, Remelia? After the wedding, I mean."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 5:59:30 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2015 15:04:28 GMT -8
Remelia sighed and tucked some hair back behind her ear. "I, um, I don't know." She glanced over at the king and picked up her wine glass. It seemed like a good drink but she wasn't familiar with Gauldinish vintages. She held it in her hand, not sure if she should drink it or not. The room felt so much more tense then it had when they walked into it, the echoes of her time basking in the sun and singing filling her with vibrancy. Had she done something to kill the mood? Was Lord Requin and the king silently judging her for some unintentional slight. Were they plotting to get even by humiliating her when at the wedding to get even?
Remelia took a sip of wine to calm her nerves.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Dec 12, 2015 17:01:55 GMT -8
"So Requin you seem to dislike me, why?"
The question is said so casually it could almost be dismissed as a comment about the weather. Yet the actual words are blunt to the point of rudeness the kind of thing only a king can get away with. Renaux is reclining in his chair with his fist under his chin he looks every inch the picture of a disinterested, indifferent king.
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Dec 12, 2015 17:26:10 GMT -8
Requin is stunned, not expecting the king to blindside him like this. He stutters a bit, but quickly regains his composure.
"I...sir, I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about. I'm terribly sorry if I gave off that impression. I only have the utmost respect for you."
He stresses the word utmost, making it clear that he does not, in fact, have any respect for the king.
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 5:59:30 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2015 17:35:21 GMT -8
Remelia was, perhaps, more surprised then Requin having been so self-absorbed in her anxieties and mild paranoias. She was, however, less panicked or affronted then either. She politely cleared her throat and gave an apologetic smile. "I'm afraid I should go..." She stated cautiously, drawing herself up. She didn't want to be here during a fight, especially if it got physical.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Dec 12, 2015 17:48:16 GMT -8
Renaux laughs at Requin it is hard to tell if it is a real laugh or a forced one. His smile though is friendly enough and he says with good humor.
"Oh maybe I am mistaken, or at least I might think so if you weren't such a poor liar. Or maybe you are a good liar and you just aren't trying. Either way Requin you certainly have guts."
The king stands then and something in his stance or attitude changes and if their senses were acute both Remelia and Requin would recognize that the king is a dangerous man. Well to be fair all kings are dangerous, but the danger Renaux offered was not due to his authority. He was tall, well muscled, armed, and clearly knew how to fight he would still loom over Requin even if the younger lord wasn't sitting. He then says very quietly.
"I do not know what I did to offend you Requin, but if you are going to hold onto whatever grievance you have don't pretend to be civil speak plainly because that I can at least respect."
His attitude shifts abruptly as he shoots Remalia a friendly smile and he says warmly.
"Of course madam feel free to leave, in fact I shall be going myself. I look forward to your performance."
With that the king departs and a trio of servants enter and clean out the refreshments.
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Dec 12, 2015 18:50:29 GMT -8
"Well then."
Requin turns to Remelia.
"I'm terribly sorry about that, miss. It was a rather infantile display...on both our parts. Although some shoulder the burden more than others. I look forward to hearing you sing, and I do hope that you'll reconsider my offer. I should get going."
He leaves, and heads for his room. He's got paperwork to do.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 5:59:30 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2015 20:45:11 GMT -8
Remelia sits awkwardly in the empty room until a maid comes in to clean it and she hurriedly slithers out. Once she's out of the palace she takes the paper Gaspar gave her both to find her tavern and look at her price.
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Ashani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Age: 16
Registered: Nov 8, 2015 12:38:13 GMT -8
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Post by Ashani on Dec 13, 2015 22:13:25 GMT -8
The party had arrived, young Ashani in tow. Since she stepped foot into the arcane academy, each step had been an adventure, and the latest rush had her struggling to catch her breath. She was in good shape but not inhumanly gifted in athleticism or acrobatics, and the whole ordeal had been quite exhausting wearing boots. However, she stands tall and alert, her wavy black tresses and pointed hat slightly disheveled.
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Zigi Stardus
Established
Leader of the Starlight Spider Party
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 32
Physical Description: Well-hung, Snow-white tan, god-given ass, funky red hair, slim but athletic build. 6'1" height.
Clothes and Equipment: Eyepatch, stylish clothes
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 20:57:50 GMT -8
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Post by Zigi Stardus on Dec 13, 2015 22:22:30 GMT -8
"Ah, the Palace Royale." Last time Zigi had come here, he was denied an audience with the King. Now he was an honored guest. Things were looking up for Zigi Stardus. He'd look again to Ashani, "Who would you be, young lady? From your performance back there it's safe to assume you are a magician." |
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217 
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Dec 13, 2015 22:35:40 GMT -8
She returned to the palace with Renaux as her guardian, and she felt angry and confused and frustrated all at once. Her expression was certainly stormy, and did not at all match with the bewitched, fairy princess wedding gown that she wore. In the chaos of traffic, her ladies in waiting and her mother were not there, and her long dress trailed behind her, dainty and light as if, in fact, created by the fae themselves.
"Is anyone going to explain to me just what happened?" Lady Arianne asked, reaching out to hold Renaux by the arm and force her husband-to-be to stop walking for a moment so she could look him in the face. "Is the wedding off, then?"
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Ashani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Age: 16
Registered: Nov 8, 2015 12:38:13 GMT -8
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Post by Ashani on Dec 13, 2015 22:45:52 GMT -8
"Ah, the Palace Royale." Last time Zigi had come here, he was denied an audience with the King. Now he was an honored guest. Things were looking up for Zigi Stardus. He'd look again to Ashani , "Who would you be, young lady? From your performance back there it's safe to assume you are a magician." "I'm Ashani Delaca. I actually came to Gauldin to learn more, and trying to enroll in the academy.." She then looked to Arianne. She had no answer for her--Ashani herself was trying to absorb what had all happened. |
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 5:59:30 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2015 22:51:40 GMT -8
"No," came the commanding voice of the Duke.
He had been at the Cathedral, attending the chaos there when he had taken flight on his Pegasus and arrived. He was dressed to the nines, as was most of the court, but especially the father of the soon to be queen. As if the Duke of Carmean wasn't powerful enough already, he had captured the ear of the king, and of course had the loyalty of his daughter.
"The wedding will continue. We'll not postpone for poorly executed ransom plans." His pale blue gaze moved to the King and he nodded his head to him. "I've made arrangement for the fallen that defended Arianne," he mentioned. "We'll make a grand gesture and toast at the reception after the wedding."
And then the distinguished Duke took in Ashani. "You're the woman that helped save my daughter's life," he stated, not so much a question as it was a fact spoken aloud.
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Zigi Stardus
Established
Leader of the Starlight Spider Party
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 32
Physical Description: Well-hung, Snow-white tan, god-given ass, funky red hair, slim but athletic build. 6'1" height.
Clothes and Equipment: Eyepatch, stylish clothes
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 20:57:50 GMT -8
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Post by Zigi Stardus on Dec 13, 2015 22:55:11 GMT -8
"Well met." Zigi says to Ashani then gives his attention to the princess. "Afraid the wedding has caught unfavorable attention from some bad apples. It's merely postponed I'm sure."
Zigi took a moment to check his appearance in the reflection of a nearby platter. He noticed a light cut on his cheek, he'd wiped the blood away with his thumb.
Then the Duke showed up, dressed rather impressively. He took note of him, father of the bride he concluded. Ha, failed ransom. Luckily for me, my plan was never to hold the princess for ransom. Things worked out well this way.
"So we're going back, I'm gathering? It would be a lot of trouble to get the bride out of that fancy dress just to put her back in it the next day."
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Dec 14, 2015 5:13:03 GMT -8
Renaux halted when Arianne grabbed his arm and he began to answer her question his voice once again calm and collected.
"I am not sure..."
Whatever Renaux was about to say next died in his throat as the king made the mistake of looking at Arianne again. Outside of combat and danger again he was struck by just how lovely she was and how close. In fact he had been very close to her throughout the whole affair. The memory and the new contact had him blushing and struggling to speak.
Fortunately or unfortunately for Renaux it was at that point that everyone else started talking and the Duke showed up. Renaux looks away from Arianne and quickly regains his composure, though if the lady is still holding his arm it is a struggle for him. He says to Duke Valois his voice tight and controlled.
"Duke Valois while I can certainly understand your point of view there is a riot to stop, rebels to capture, and men to bury. Beyond all that I imagine thay gating everything sorted for the wedding again would take time even for Gaspar."
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