Thalia_Neko
Ten Thousand Club
Lynneth Valkyrie
Location: The wedding, up on the stage
w/ Hayate @theunderwolf
Lenneth was basically a doll the entire time, easily malleable by both Hayate and the servants; she never struggled with anything they had her do, or put on, offering no such resistance. When it was all said and done, she looked radiant, with tasteful makeup, but definite makeup, befitting a Princess on her wedding day. An overly extravagant, beautiful dress, that glittered like the moonlight, it was far more restrictive than Hayate's, but at least it wasn't the initial dress that the maids had brought in, something that would've restricted all movement, under the guise of fashion. She teetered atop heels, unlike Hayate's flats, but that was not a huge issue, Lenneth's boots normally were heeled, so she was used to them.
Hayate seemed to dictate a lot of what went on -though, obviously, not everything, she wasn't exactly a 'Valkyrie', just yet-, and Lenneth couldn't help, but be utterly amused. After, they were both finally ready, smelling like walking gardens, she leaned over, and gently whispered, "S-sorry, h-hunny..." She knew Hayate was not exactly used to this whole palace-princess life. She'd probably get used to it soon enough, however.
With a giggle, they finally left, heading out towards the place, where the ceremony would take place.
...(for interest of time... and because Im not great with this sorta thing... lol, *skips some*...)...
Lenneth stood up on a pedestal, shinning like a white beacon of purity, even in that opulent city of Valken's capitol. The stage for the wedding between the princess and her bride, was raised, elevated so the surrounding masses could see. It was taking place outside, just beyond the Main Doors leading right into Castle Valken, but within the Main Gates, in the open, glorious courtyard. Lenneth had already taken her walk, and had managed to do it perfectly, a walk that left a majority of the crowd stunned. (Even, Freya had been impressed with Lenneth's poise). Speaking of which, all of the royal family was present. They stood the closest, and were basically looped around Lenneth, and Hayate, watching onward. From Freya, standing there with her head held high, a wide smile of pride on her face, to the small Vava, floating in a glaze of pink energy, a book in her hand, opened to whatever page, looking disinterested, to a few of the other members of the Valkyrie line. The Queen, nor the King was present, though; that aroused some suspicious chatter, confused to why the King and Queen would not attend their own daughter's wedding.
Anyway, the wedding was underway, and was about to conclude, for the most part, things were said up on the podium, between the glowing, magical Gyoja, and a few others. Now, Lenneth, clasping the hands of her beloved, smiled into Hayate's eyes. Redness matched the rouge on her cheeks. Opening her colored lips to speak, her voice was carried, because she wanted all to hear, but it still held that certain Lenneth-charm of being extremely formal, light, and dainty. Her inner self just couldn't change that easily, "Hayate... I.. I never thought anything like this would ever happen. I became a Guard, to pr-protect my friends, family, my kingdom. I never dreamed that I'd find another path in my life... A path, with you. I love you, Hayate. With all my heart."
It was so sweet, her airy, light voice could melt even the harsh, spoiled, miserly hearts of the masses. In Valken, it was unwritten, that anything was truly possible, that one's goals, aspirations, and dreams were never too high to accomplish. If a man wanted to marry another man, that was possible. If, a woman wanted a woman as her wife, then that, too, was possible. That's just how Valken worked. However, there were certain things that were just beneath the skin. Though, Valken expressed acceptance and preached 'follow your heart', on the surface. Anything, like that was rarely upheld. Most followed in the same traditional path that had been laid out of generations, blinded by the easy life placed before them. Things, like a woman marrying a woman (or a princess marrying a woman, for that matter) were extremely rare, and quite out of the ordinary. Despite, being widely 'acceptable'. Valken was hypocritical like that. It was hypocritical in a lot of facets of life. None, of which people -normal Valken residents- wanted to ever bring up. Speaking of things that tarnished Valken name was deplorable to its people, who lived in lavish, selfish lifestyles, bathing in splendor and squandered riches. Anything, that threatened that, was largely regarded with disdain. A princess marrying a woman? Was far from expectation, and even though, there was a huge crowd to witness such an event, most had only shown up to look on in disgust. Yet, Lenneth's sincere words, spoken calmly, and with conviction, made more than a few question themselves.
It didn't last long, however, and just as Lenneth was about to gather the courage to lean in and kiss Hayate, screams of panic rang out, drawing the attention of all. People began to run away, spreading out like ants. Some guards fell over, collapsing in pools of blood. At the gates, spreading outward, to encircle the proceedings, and the citizenry of Valken, that were there, was a band of Outlanders. How, they had managed to get in? Weakened defenses due to a wedding.
Now, they were looking to destroy some of Valken. Whatever they could. Starting with a princess, and her bride.
Egret "Shy" Bluebird
(13) Sharpshot
Outlander Variant
PRIMARY STAT
Skill
WEAPON PROFICIENCY
Bows: A
Dirks: C
Personal Skill
Outlander Style: Keenly, and reflexively swap weapons when attacked. Shy is never unaware. Allows instant weapon switch depending on range of attacker.
location: in the crowd, watching the wedding w/ Wags
Shy snickered at her companion's words. Sure. Yeah, right. "You can try to take my favorite bow," she warned. A warning from Shy was to be severely respected, the woman did not mess around. "Ugh. Wags, do you think *I* like doing it? No, of course not. But right now, it's imperative that we do. We need to speak with Lenneth further, we need to agree on something -anything! Outlander life depends on it. So, yes, suck it up wolfy, and do your duty." Her words were stern, harsh even, but not without coming from a place of love. Shy adored her people, and Wags was a close friend of hers. She had always tried to mold Wags into a shadow of herself. Another General that could be followed. A woman that would lead Outlanders with respect and love. In some ways, Shy saw a bit of herself in Skadi, but that darn Lokir nature.. was hard to get through.
Shy followed her companion's indication, and spotted the dressy shop. A grin spread across her lips. "Good eye! Yep, don a hat, and let's go!" She stated simply, landing on the ground in front of the place.
...
A short while later, Shy was somewhere within the throngs of people regarding the wedding before them. She sported a new dress of her own, and looked far far different than normal. Though, she didn't look exactly like other ladies, especially the richest, prissiest of Valken women, that were attending there. It was quite obvious that Shy was not used to wearing such a garment. Or really, any garments of any sort. She stood there, beside Wags (presumably), feeling extremely uncomfortable. Her height, also was an issue, and she could just barely see passed some people. Or really, she couldn't see passed them at all, but was attempting to. Despite, how obvious she was, no one really paid her any attention, far too focused on Lenneth, her bride, and the wedding at hand.
Just, as it was about to end -or so Shy thought- a commotion stirred up, that drew her attention. To her shock, and utter dismay, she saw Outlanders filter in, killing simple guards around, and threatening many of the Valken rich who were there. Shy sympathized with them, standing in that crowd of wasteful people, she, too, struggled with wanting to go on some sort of murderous rampage. These people stood for everything she stood against, but it was neither the time, nor the place. And honestly, Shy was not really one for killing innocent lives. (Heh. 'Innocent' lives. Wow, had she changed. Was that Lenneth's doing?) Regardless, she stood staring in disbelief, recognizing this particular band of Outlanders.
They were her own. A band, that she and Skadi had come to the city with. Except, they had been ordered to stay behind, hiding within the nearby forest. It seemed they had other plans. She listened, as they announced loudly, that they were there to stop this wedding. That they were going to kill Lenneth, and anyone else they could.
"Why should we allow Valken royalty to flourish, when we struggle? There are some of us, that support this action. Those people are no longer our allies. Anything, that goes on with Valken, is against Outlanders! Why should we allow a princess -any princess of Valken, to fulfill her dreams? We shouldn't! Let's cut this head off of Valken scum, once and for all! Heh, a wedding just makes it easier for us."
Shy, wondered where the security was. Certainly, a wedding of this caliber would have heightened security? Her eyes scanned the ramparts of the walls. Various Archers, and Shielders, and Knights that she had spotted before were missing. Perhaps, she had trained her Outlanders, too well. They had efficiently taken care of a great number of targets. Without being seen, or heard.
Impressive.
Shy shook her head. No! This was not the way! Even, if they managed to accomplish something here, Freya would still march down with the largest force Valken could muster, to wipe out the rest of the Outlanders! This battle -if won- was just one. It would not help win the war.
This attack was fruitless, and stupid. They had managed to scare the people of Valken, but Freya and the rest of the Valkyrie Royal line was here. What hope did her smallish band of Outlanders have? They had just written their own death sentences. She cursed in her mind, watching, trying to think of what to do. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Damn, stupid idiots!
Coin Sarlatan
location: in the crowd w/ Bishop @Captain Spooks
Coin stood just a bit aways, probably enough that the man thought his whispering could not be heard. Oh, she heard it alright, the blonde had trained herself to listen to discreet conversations. She pushed forward, interjecting her presence, and words. "Oh, good sir, not a 'thief'! An 'opportunist'! I would never dream of stealing anything! I assure you! That's left for those unscrupulous riffraff of Outlanders that scurry in their holes out in the wastes beyond our beautiful kingdom! I would never imagine of sullying my hands, or tarnishing the great Sarlatan name! No! I could not bear being a thief! It would do too much harm to my very soul and heart! Please, you must believe me, kind sir!"
Her eyes found the other boy's who seemed more her age. The man had basically paired her up with him. He was the least interesting of the people she had met. That was for sure. If there was a 'low class' in Valken, he would be it. It was obvious, that was on purpose though, because of his obvious humble upbringing in the Valken military. He was only not rich for now, but give his training a few more years, and he'd be set for life in Valken's military. She supposed, in that way, he was at least somewhat interesting.
"Heh, alright," Coin stated, with a flat shrug. "Let's go!"
..
Coin had been escorted to the wedding, with her 'date' this Bishop boy. Her blue eyes were taking it all in. The royalty had gone all out. The courtyard sparkled with gemstones she had never even seen before. If anyone could truly agree with the Outlanders, when they said Valken squandered their riches, and just tossed them about like common stones, then this particular event would be a pretty good argument for the Outlander side. If she just kicked her foot, she'd loose a beautiful, polished stone of gem. The entire place was coated! How'd they even manage this? Coin's mouth watered. She couldn't wait to...
'Opportunely' 'acquire' some of the beauty and riches that were so generously placed about.
Her daydreaming, and sparkling eyes blinked, when screams rang out. Turning her head, Coin observed what was going on. To no one's surprise. Or at least, no one who was smart, some Outlanders showed up. Boy, they were quite tenacious, weren't they? Learning of the wedding. Then managing to worm their way into the capitol. Regardless, of any defenses in place. This... could prove to be an even more fortutious situation.. In the chaos, Coin to work indiscriminately... A grin spread across her face, while she waited, patiently.
@The Lord of Sunlight @Clockwork Syringe @Ammokkx
(lvl 4) Bulwark
PRIMARY STAT
Defense
WEAPON PROFICIENCY
Shields: B
Greatshields: B
Chakram: C
Personal Skill
Expedient Blocking: If Lenneth's speed is higher than her opponent's, then her shields gain weapon advantage.
PRIMARY STAT
Defense
WEAPON PROFICIENCY
Shields: B
Greatshields: B
Chakram: C
Personal Skill
Location: The wedding, up on the stage
w/ Hayate @theunderwolf
Lenneth was basically a doll the entire time, easily malleable by both Hayate and the servants; she never struggled with anything they had her do, or put on, offering no such resistance. When it was all said and done, she looked radiant, with tasteful makeup, but definite makeup, befitting a Princess on her wedding day. An overly extravagant, beautiful dress, that glittered like the moonlight, it was far more restrictive than Hayate's, but at least it wasn't the initial dress that the maids had brought in, something that would've restricted all movement, under the guise of fashion. She teetered atop heels, unlike Hayate's flats, but that was not a huge issue, Lenneth's boots normally were heeled, so she was used to them.
Hayate seemed to dictate a lot of what went on -though, obviously, not everything, she wasn't exactly a 'Valkyrie', just yet-, and Lenneth couldn't help, but be utterly amused. After, they were both finally ready, smelling like walking gardens, she leaned over, and gently whispered, "S-sorry, h-hunny..." She knew Hayate was not exactly used to this whole palace-princess life. She'd probably get used to it soon enough, however.
With a giggle, they finally left, heading out towards the place, where the ceremony would take place.
...(for interest of time... and because Im not great with this sorta thing... lol, *skips some*...)...
Lenneth stood up on a pedestal, shinning like a white beacon of purity, even in that opulent city of Valken's capitol. The stage for the wedding between the princess and her bride, was raised, elevated so the surrounding masses could see. It was taking place outside, just beyond the Main Doors leading right into Castle Valken, but within the Main Gates, in the open, glorious courtyard. Lenneth had already taken her walk, and had managed to do it perfectly, a walk that left a majority of the crowd stunned. (Even, Freya had been impressed with Lenneth's poise). Speaking of which, all of the royal family was present. They stood the closest, and were basically looped around Lenneth, and Hayate, watching onward. From Freya, standing there with her head held high, a wide smile of pride on her face, to the small Vava, floating in a glaze of pink energy, a book in her hand, opened to whatever page, looking disinterested, to a few of the other members of the Valkyrie line. The Queen, nor the King was present, though; that aroused some suspicious chatter, confused to why the King and Queen would not attend their own daughter's wedding.
Anyway, the wedding was underway, and was about to conclude, for the most part, things were said up on the podium, between the glowing, magical Gyoja, and a few others. Now, Lenneth, clasping the hands of her beloved, smiled into Hayate's eyes. Redness matched the rouge on her cheeks. Opening her colored lips to speak, her voice was carried, because she wanted all to hear, but it still held that certain Lenneth-charm of being extremely formal, light, and dainty. Her inner self just couldn't change that easily, "Hayate... I.. I never thought anything like this would ever happen. I became a Guard, to pr-protect my friends, family, my kingdom. I never dreamed that I'd find another path in my life... A path, with you. I love you, Hayate. With all my heart."
It was so sweet, her airy, light voice could melt even the harsh, spoiled, miserly hearts of the masses. In Valken, it was unwritten, that anything was truly possible, that one's goals, aspirations, and dreams were never too high to accomplish. If a man wanted to marry another man, that was possible. If, a woman wanted a woman as her wife, then that, too, was possible. That's just how Valken worked. However, there were certain things that were just beneath the skin. Though, Valken expressed acceptance and preached 'follow your heart', on the surface. Anything, like that was rarely upheld. Most followed in the same traditional path that had been laid out of generations, blinded by the easy life placed before them. Things, like a woman marrying a woman (or a princess marrying a woman, for that matter) were extremely rare, and quite out of the ordinary. Despite, being widely 'acceptable'. Valken was hypocritical like that. It was hypocritical in a lot of facets of life. None, of which people -normal Valken residents- wanted to ever bring up. Speaking of things that tarnished Valken name was deplorable to its people, who lived in lavish, selfish lifestyles, bathing in splendor and squandered riches. Anything, that threatened that, was largely regarded with disdain. A princess marrying a woman? Was far from expectation, and even though, there was a huge crowd to witness such an event, most had only shown up to look on in disgust. Yet, Lenneth's sincere words, spoken calmly, and with conviction, made more than a few question themselves.
It didn't last long, however, and just as Lenneth was about to gather the courage to lean in and kiss Hayate, screams of panic rang out, drawing the attention of all. People began to run away, spreading out like ants. Some guards fell over, collapsing in pools of blood. At the gates, spreading outward, to encircle the proceedings, and the citizenry of Valken, that were there, was a band of Outlanders. How, they had managed to get in? Weakened defenses due to a wedding.
Now, they were looking to destroy some of Valken. Whatever they could. Starting with a princess, and her bride.
Egret "Shy" Bluebird
(13) Sharpshot
Outlander Variant
PRIMARY STAT
Skill
WEAPON PROFICIENCY
Bows: A
Dirks: C
Personal Skill
location: in the crowd, watching the wedding w/ Wags
Shy snickered at her companion's words. Sure. Yeah, right. "You can try to take my favorite bow," she warned. A warning from Shy was to be severely respected, the woman did not mess around. "Ugh. Wags, do you think *I* like doing it? No, of course not. But right now, it's imperative that we do. We need to speak with Lenneth further, we need to agree on something -anything! Outlander life depends on it. So, yes, suck it up wolfy, and do your duty." Her words were stern, harsh even, but not without coming from a place of love. Shy adored her people, and Wags was a close friend of hers. She had always tried to mold Wags into a shadow of herself. Another General that could be followed. A woman that would lead Outlanders with respect and love. In some ways, Shy saw a bit of herself in Skadi, but that darn Lokir nature.. was hard to get through.
Shy followed her companion's indication, and spotted the dressy shop. A grin spread across her lips. "Good eye! Yep, don a hat, and let's go!" She stated simply, landing on the ground in front of the place.
...
A short while later, Shy was somewhere within the throngs of people regarding the wedding before them. She sported a new dress of her own, and looked far far different than normal. Though, she didn't look exactly like other ladies, especially the richest, prissiest of Valken women, that were attending there. It was quite obvious that Shy was not used to wearing such a garment. Or really, any garments of any sort. She stood there, beside Wags (presumably), feeling extremely uncomfortable. Her height, also was an issue, and she could just barely see passed some people. Or really, she couldn't see passed them at all, but was attempting to. Despite, how obvious she was, no one really paid her any attention, far too focused on Lenneth, her bride, and the wedding at hand.
Just, as it was about to end -or so Shy thought- a commotion stirred up, that drew her attention. To her shock, and utter dismay, she saw Outlanders filter in, killing simple guards around, and threatening many of the Valken rich who were there. Shy sympathized with them, standing in that crowd of wasteful people, she, too, struggled with wanting to go on some sort of murderous rampage. These people stood for everything she stood against, but it was neither the time, nor the place. And honestly, Shy was not really one for killing innocent lives. (Heh. 'Innocent' lives. Wow, had she changed. Was that Lenneth's doing?) Regardless, she stood staring in disbelief, recognizing this particular band of Outlanders.
They were her own. A band, that she and Skadi had come to the city with. Except, they had been ordered to stay behind, hiding within the nearby forest. It seemed they had other plans. She listened, as they announced loudly, that they were there to stop this wedding. That they were going to kill Lenneth, and anyone else they could.
"Why should we allow Valken royalty to flourish, when we struggle? There are some of us, that support this action. Those people are no longer our allies. Anything, that goes on with Valken, is against Outlanders! Why should we allow a princess -any princess of Valken, to fulfill her dreams? We shouldn't! Let's cut this head off of Valken scum, once and for all! Heh, a wedding just makes it easier for us."
Shy, wondered where the security was. Certainly, a wedding of this caliber would have heightened security? Her eyes scanned the ramparts of the walls. Various Archers, and Shielders, and Knights that she had spotted before were missing. Perhaps, she had trained her Outlanders, too well. They had efficiently taken care of a great number of targets. Without being seen, or heard.
Impressive.
Shy shook her head. No! This was not the way! Even, if they managed to accomplish something here, Freya would still march down with the largest force Valken could muster, to wipe out the rest of the Outlanders! This battle -if won- was just one. It would not help win the war.
This attack was fruitless, and stupid. They had managed to scare the people of Valken, but Freya and the rest of the Valkyrie Royal line was here. What hope did her smallish band of Outlanders have? They had just written their own death sentences. She cursed in her mind, watching, trying to think of what to do. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Damn, stupid idiots!
Coin Sarlatan
(lvl 12) Blade of Fortune
PRIMARY STAT
Luck
WEAPON PROFICIENCY
Swords: B
Personal Skill
Daddy's Little Girl: Has a chance, to receive, rare item drops after defeating an enemy. (Lck%)
PRIMARY STAT
Luck
WEAPON PROFICIENCY
Swords: B
Personal Skill
location: in the crowd w/ Bishop @Captain Spooks
Coin stood just a bit aways, probably enough that the man thought his whispering could not be heard. Oh, she heard it alright, the blonde had trained herself to listen to discreet conversations. She pushed forward, interjecting her presence, and words. "Oh, good sir, not a 'thief'! An 'opportunist'! I would never dream of stealing anything! I assure you! That's left for those unscrupulous riffraff of Outlanders that scurry in their holes out in the wastes beyond our beautiful kingdom! I would never imagine of sullying my hands, or tarnishing the great Sarlatan name! No! I could not bear being a thief! It would do too much harm to my very soul and heart! Please, you must believe me, kind sir!"
Her eyes found the other boy's who seemed more her age. The man had basically paired her up with him. He was the least interesting of the people she had met. That was for sure. If there was a 'low class' in Valken, he would be it. It was obvious, that was on purpose though, because of his obvious humble upbringing in the Valken military. He was only not rich for now, but give his training a few more years, and he'd be set for life in Valken's military. She supposed, in that way, he was at least somewhat interesting.
"Heh, alright," Coin stated, with a flat shrug. "Let's go!"
..
Coin had been escorted to the wedding, with her 'date' this Bishop boy. Her blue eyes were taking it all in. The royalty had gone all out. The courtyard sparkled with gemstones she had never even seen before. If anyone could truly agree with the Outlanders, when they said Valken squandered their riches, and just tossed them about like common stones, then this particular event would be a pretty good argument for the Outlander side. If she just kicked her foot, she'd loose a beautiful, polished stone of gem. The entire place was coated! How'd they even manage this? Coin's mouth watered. She couldn't wait to...
'Opportunely' 'acquire' some of the beauty and riches that were so generously placed about.
Her daydreaming, and sparkling eyes blinked, when screams rang out. Turning her head, Coin observed what was going on. To no one's surprise. Or at least, no one who was smart, some Outlanders showed up. Boy, they were quite tenacious, weren't they? Learning of the wedding. Then managing to worm their way into the capitol. Regardless, of any defenses in place. This... could prove to be an even more fortutious situation.. In the chaos, Coin to work indiscriminately... A grin spread across her face, while she waited, patiently.
@The Lord of Sunlight @Clockwork Syringe @Ammokkx
