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GENERAL INFORMATION NAME Nicolo Benintendi III NICKNAME(S) Nic, Benintendi AGE 28 (twenty-eight) GENDER Male SEXUALITY Heterosexual (maybe bi-curious) BIRTHDAY Winter 14 Appearance Details HAIR STYLE Nic keeps his hair pretty neat, can sometimes have a slightly messy appearance, but keeps...

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Around the corner and down the hall music filled the ironstone walls. Fingers pulled at fiddles and other strings, while lips were around horns and woodwinds. Before him stood a young and strong woman with pink lips and glistening fair skin. He knew the servants would stop to listen tonight...

The feast was starting on the early winter day. The atmosphere was already well brewed to a visible haze. Two long tables were gathered at both the edges of the great room and at the front which gathered two serried crowds of human beings. Most had their attention on one another or one the...

The group dispersed and Rand followed the other Volur out of the room and down the hallway. “Grimward,” he said, gaining Nikolai’s attention. His sister was by his side, and rather than making a scene to get rid of her, he let Fiadh stay by his side, unfortunately she was of some use in these...

Jon listened intently, when they spoke of Alastair, Jon wondered what sort of coward the King was. Every man he had ever know apart from perhaps Lord Bailan worked with and before their men, to prove their cause. Beor was right, he would lose followers, although Jon also knew the King likely...

His brows lifted watching her down the entire concoction. The smallest hint of a smile appeared on his lips as she decided to dawn one of his capes. “Very well.” He decided. He stood as she did, quickly moving to her side in case she was still uneasy and needed the support, but she held...

He watched down at her, she said nothing, until she did/ And it was all he could accept in the moment. He nodded slightly, knowing this was her answer. She would let him love her, but was that feeling within her chest love? It was awfully similar to his own. Still, he could not be certain...

Kyel’s eyes watched her face intensely, her eyes were empty, but she had lifted her hand to touch him. You cannot love me his chest burned with hurt as he watched her. He could love whomever he wanted, he knew the implications of his feelings for her, but her rejection of them was now worse...

His arms stayed tight around her, enclosing her in any bit of safety this comfort could provide. “Nikolai is safe.” he promised her quietly. He laid with her, reminding himself of the medicine he needed to give her. But her words distracted him again. His lips pressed down into her hair as...

Kyel just finished a conversation with his Uncle and the Ladies of Farrest. They would have council midday after the troops returned. He needed to give Ser Tokesten time to assess their losses. He left his Uncles chambers after a quick discussion and he headed to his own to bathe and change...

Kyel’s eyes shifted when Elisif entered the room. His mind was reeling, the healer spoke she would be fine, but would she? Would she wake up? Would she be all there? Just groggy? What had Leon done to her? Surely he wouldn't hurt her, right? Most of all he was frustrated with the damned rules...

The ground shook at the table where Islea, Bastian and Kyel stood. Jon jogged back down from being perched back on the wall, “A fissure in the land from their Volur. They’re retreating.” He explained. Their own men were retreating back to them, and Kyel looked forward to see the dark figure of...

Kyel turned hearing her yell, his hand covered in red as it held his greatsword along with his other hand. Her blade was then forward as was she into the man before him. She swept again at the opponent by Jon and then a man had his hand on her neck. Kyel’s rage surged but she handled it...

Jon surveyed the scene before in, amidst the masses he could not make out any familiar figures or faces. It was madness and his archers were taking liberty of firsing themselves now. Keeping a steady pace and going for a close kill when the opportunity arose. The only figure Jon could make...