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Fantasy The Kingsword Will Stand (OPEN)

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viloxii

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THE SORCERESS
Marnie Sapphire
Female - 84 - Bisexual


Marnie opened her eyes, rubbing the salt out of them. She had fallen asleep at one of the taverns tables. She wouldn't have been able to do this before without torment. It was only assumed that since the tavern had seen her with the rest of the group that the patrons had decided it best to leave her be. Surprisingly, her sleep had been well. It was perhaps the best sleep she had gotten since before she could remember. For years, Marnie had struggled with sleep. Nightmares of the demise of her hometown haunted her dreams and had made sleep undesireable.

Looking to her left and her right. Marnie couldn't see Vail. She took a sharp inhale through the nose. I need to know I wasn't dreaming she told herself frantically, pushing herself up from the table and fully awaking from her sleep. She headed towards the stable with haste. Pushing the door open and flinging her head to the right and to the left.

Julian was there with Antigone but she paid no mind to them. They seemed fine. Right now, all she cared about was finding Vail. Marnie let the stable door close and she turned around to see Agathon and Aevar. She ignored them as well and ran upstairs, skipping steps as she ascended (ooc: Hella Aragorn running to tell Theoden that Gondor calls for aid type run.) She made it up to the top of the steps and ran down the hall peeping through the doors as she passed them. Most were empty except for a closed door at the end of the hall on the right.
"Vail!" She shouted, as she flung the door open, allowing it to slam with a thud into the wall of the room, almost hitting Aenwyn

Aenwyn, hospitable as ever, poor girl, was going to get Nimue some breakfast. Nimue who was still waking up, was startled by the commotion. Despite all of this, Marnie sprinted to the window overlooking the courtyard. She looked out of it, longing to catch glimpse of Vail and know that he was truly alive. Marnie was sure that she would lose her mind if she had found out that it was a dream. To her fortune, there he was with Myara.
Is he okay?

Marnie swiveled around and made her way out of the room just as fast as she had came in, successfully making her way around Aenwyn as not to run through her. She sped down the stairs and swung herself on the bannister launching her towards the door leading to the courtyard. Her pace slowed from sheer exhaustion as her adrenaline shot back down to normal levels. As she pushed the back door open, she saw Vail beside himself. She had never seen him in such a way. Although Marnie didn't know what was going on, her heart broke for him. Marnie stood in the doorway silently focusing on Vail, waiting, with listening ear.

"talk talk talk"
think think think

Location: Doorway to Courtyard| With: No One/ Then Vail & Myara| Mood: Horrified and Then Heartbroken & Confused
 

viloxii

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THE ORACLE
Nimue
Female - 22 - Bisexual


Nimue awoke to Aenwyn asking her if she felt better. She did in fact feel better. That means they are all still here. There was no medicine nor magic that could supress her pain for this long. She smiled at Aenwyn's kindness. "Good morning. I actually feel quite alright. Thanks to you." She responded kindly, appreciative of Aenwyn's care. Nimue sat on the edge of the bed allowing Aenwyn to fasten the clothes tightly to her. She then stood up once she was done. Nimue had to admit she was very surprised that there was someone so willing to help others in need. It brought her comfort.

Aenwyn mentioned breakfast and as soon as those words reached Nimue's ears, she fully brightened. Nimue hadn't gotten her fill last night and was still quite hungry. "May I come with you?" She asked energetically, with a smile. Just then, Marnie barged in seemingly in desprate search of something. Nimue flinched at the slam of the door, gasping. She watched carefully as Marnie carried out whatever mission she was on. Once Marnie left the room, Nimue looked to Aenwyn. "Should we go find out what's going on?'

talk talk talk
think think think
Location: Following Aenwyn Like A Puppy | With: Aenwyn | Mood:



((OOC: I am sorry for the shortness! But I felt like it'd be best lol))
 

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THE TRUE SOVEREIGN
Vail Fairfax
Male - 84 - Bisexual

Vail looked at the staff in his hands and smiled slowly, arching an eyebrow at Myara as he gave the shutter staff in his hands a few testing spins to guage it's weight and speed. A part of him had been aware of her hurrying out of the Tavern while he practiced, but he'd put her out his mind as not a threat. She was dangerous, true, but she wasn't a threat to him, so he'd continued. He tried to do some drills every day - he'd learned several over the years to cover different forms of combat with different weapons. it was a common practice among the royal family and their military to learn in this way. It allowed for specialization in a few and competence in many, so no elf fighter would be caught unable to at least hold thier own. Take the staff. He was good with one, but, it wasn't a specialty. His specialty was in dual weilding, and in sword combat.

Myara slid one foot back and prepared herself to spar, the look on her face clearly saying, "Well?"

She'd probably seen him pacing around like a caged animal and knew, possibly even better than him, he needed to safely vent, and decided to help him in the best way she knew how. Briefly, he wondered if Aenwyn could fix whatever had broken inside his head, then rolled his shoulders, and settled his booted feet in the soggy grass, one behind the other, and lifted the staff to give it a final spin. His smile widened, showing his teeth, "Well." He said, and suddenly swung it at her legs in a quick move.

Myara's lip quirked slightly and she defitly leaped over his pole, swinging her own at his head. He grunted softly and blocked it, conjuring a speed of movement shocking even him. He didn't take any time to pause to congratulate himself; that was the best way to earn himself a concussion. He knew full well how strong Myara was. He kept his parry moving, swinging her pole away from him to bring his own into her shin with a solid clang of wood against metal. She stepped back, grunting more in surprise than any pain, and jabbed her staff at his hip, flicking it up when he moved to block to strike a tap at his shoulder.

"Oh, you can do better. I've been hit harder by toddlers." He teased, circling around her. "I'm sure you've wanted to hit me more than once. Now's your chance!"

She circled him in response, twitching her eyebrows upward as if to say, "The hell you say?"

They traded a few more blows, neither of them landing any clear hits. The sounds of their staves striking together echoed loudly, and they found a rhythm of movement looking just as much like a dance as it did a good, heavy sparring session. In pole fighting, you moved forward and side to side. Never back, which put you at a disadvantage - both of them fought hard to force the other into a distadvantage, and neither of them could quite succeed. Their feet churned up the muddy grass beneath them, making their footing treacherous. Myara swung at him and he leapt to one side, his foot sliding. As he fought to stay upright, her staff clipped his shoulder, almost sending him down, and definitely bruising. Miraculously, he kept his balance and, with a victorious laugh, he turned to one side, gave a snap of his wrist, and swung his staff around, sweeping Myara's feet out from under her. She went down with a grunt and a splash of mud, but not without hooking her feet around his legs and pulling him down too.

He landed in the mud beside her, his staff tumbling from his fingers with a wet splat. Vail looked up at the sky again, not for answers this time, but just to have a moment to catch his breath. He heard a strange noise come from Myara beside him and he turned his head to see her laughing. Mud streaked through her white hair and across her face....and she was laughing. At him? With him? At herself? All of the above? Who cared? He grinned and reached out to give her shoulder a teasing shove, his own laughter joining hers.

After a moment, he took a deep breath and looked at her seriously. "My name is not Vail Fairfax, it turns out. I am Vail Altaine." He said softly. "I am the True Sovereign."

Location: Yard behind the tavern | With: Myara | Mood: SO much better


Vail looked at the staff in his hands and smiled slowly, arching an eyebrow at Myara as he gave the shutter staff in his hands a few testing spins to guage it's weight and speed. A part of him had been aware of her hurrying out of the Tavern while he practiced, but he'd put her out his mind as not a threat. She was dangerous, true, but she wasn't a threat to him, so he'd continued. He tried to do some drills every day - he'd learned several over the years to cover different forms of combat with different weapons. it was a common practice among the royal family and their military to learn in this way. It allowed for speciatlization in a few and competence in many, so no elf fighter would be caught unable to at least hold thier own. Take the staff. He was good with one, but, it wasn't a specialty. His specialty was in dual weilding, and in sword combat.

Myara slid one foot back and prepared herself to spar, the look on her face clearly saying, "Well?"

She'd probably seen him pacing around like a caged animal and knew, possibly even better than him, he needed to safely vent, and decided to help him in the best way she knew how. Briefly, he wondered if Aenwyn could fix whatever had broken inside his head, then rolled his shoulders, and settled his booted feet in the soggy grass, one behind the other, and lifted the staff to give it a final spin. His smile widened, showing his teeth, "Well." He said, and suddenly swung it at her legs in a quick move.

Myara's lip quirked slightly and she defitly leaped over his pole, swinging her own at his head. He grunted softly and blocked it, conjuring a speed of movement shocking even him. He didn't take any time to pause to congratulate himself; that was the best way to earn himself a concussion. He knew full well how strong Myara was. He kept his parry moving, swinging her pole away from him to bring his own into her shin with a solid clang of wood against metal. She stepped back, grunting more in surprise than any pain, and jabbed her staff at his hip, flicking it up when he moved to block to strike a tap at his shoulder.

"Oh, you can do better. I've been hit harder by toddlers." He teased, circling around her. "I'm sure you've wanted to hit me more than once. Now's your chance!"

She circled him in response, twitching her eyebrows upward as if to say, "The hell you say?"

They traded a few more blows, neither of them landing any clear hits. The sounds of their staves striking together echoed loudly, and they found a rhythm of movement looking just as much like a dance as it did a good, heavy sparring session. In pole fighting, you moved forward and side to side. Never back, which put you at a disadvantage - both of them fought hard to force the other into a distadvantage, and neither of them could quite succeed. Their feet churned up the muddy grass beneath them, making their footing treacherous. Myara swung at him and he leapt to one side, his foot sliding. As he fought to stay upright, her staff clipped his shoulder, almost sending him down, and definitely bruising. Miraculously, he kept his balance and, with a victorious laugh, he turned to one side and, with a snap of his wrist, swung his staff around, sweeping Myara's feet out from under her. She went down with a grunt and a splash of mud, but not without hooking her feet around his legs and pulling him down too.

He landed in the mud beside her, his staff tumbling from his fingers with a wet splat. Vail looked up at the sky again, not for answers this time, but just to have a moment to catch his breath. He heard a strange noise come from Myara beside him and he turned his head to see her laughing. Mud streaked through her white hair and across her face....and she was laughing. At him? With him? At herself? All of the above? Who cared? He grinned and reached out to give her shoulder a teasing shove, his own laughter joining hers.

After a moment, he took a deep breath and looked at her seriously. "My name is not Vail Fairfax, it turns out. I am Vail Altaine." He said softly. "I am the True Sovereign."

((OOC: I know Marnie is there watching. She'd very likely hear that quiet confession with her freaky elven hearing.))
 
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Myara Etyana Valar


Female - 28 - Gay



There was no denying the reality of elven grace and speed, and sparring with Vail all this time had definitely sharpened her reflexes.

She dodged his first swipe with ease and immediately countered with a blow of her own, which he easily blocked. They started circling each other as they struck and parried, falling into a natural rhythm.

Myara kept her center of balance purposefully low to the ground, lest a blow and the muddy ground make her trip. The corner of her lip twitched upwards as he slid, her staff immediately punishing him for the lapse but, too relaxed to pay attention, she paid for it with another swipe, this one sending her plummeting to earth.

As she dropped, she made sure to take him down with her, and they both hit the ground hard and ended up splattered with fresh mud.

The sight of the elf with his clean tunic, long hair, and pale skin covered in dirt was so comical that she burst out laughing, Vail turning to her in surprise before shoving her and joining in.

Myara had to admit, even though she wasn't much for games or people, growing up in poverty and then the army hadn't made for much of a childhood, and it was nice for once to act silly and laugh with a friend.

After a long moment, they fell silent, and Vail took a deep breath as if preparing to reveal some incredible truth. He looked her in the eyes as he revealed the name of his birth, his voice soft with reverence, and Myara rolled her own.

"Think you might've saved that little girl from last night some trouble by reading that before now?" she said drily, nodding at the cloak she knew enfolded the elf's father's precious journal. "She practically gave herself a seizure to convince you of it."


Location: Courtyard | With: Vail, Marnie | Mood: Sarcastic and having fun



There was no denying the reality of elven grace and speed, and sparring with Vail all this time had definitely sharpened her reflexes.

She dodged his first swipe with ease and immediately countered with a blow of her own, which he easily blocked. They started circling each other as they struck and parried, falling into a natural rhythm.

Myara kept her center of balance purposefully low to the ground, lest a blow and the muddy ground make her trip. The corner of her lip twitched upwards as he slid, her staff immediately punishing him for the lapse but, too relaxed to pay attention, she paid for it with another swipe, this one sending her plummeting to earth.

As she dropped, she made sure to take him down with her, and they both hit the ground hard and ended up splattered with fresh mud.

The sight of the elf with his clean tunic, long hair, and pale skin covered in dirt was so comical that she burst out laughing, Vail turning to her in surprise before shoving her and joining in.

Myara had to admit, even though she wasn't much for games or people, growing up in poverty and then the army hadn't made for much of a childhood, and it was nice for once to act silly and laugh with a friend.

After a long moment, they fell silent, and Vail took a deep breath as if preparing to reveal some incredible truth. He looked her in the eyes as he revealed the name of his birth, his voice soft with reverence, and Myara rolled her own.

"Think you might've saved that little girl from last night some trouble by reading that before now?" she said drily, nodding at the cloak she knew enfolded the elf's father's precious journal. "She practically gave herself a seizure to convince you of it."
 
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THE HEALER
Aenwyn
Female - 97 - Gay

Aenwyn stepped back to dodge as the door opened, the weepy water elf dashing into the room. Neither she nor Nimue was acknowledged, she merely sprinted to the window, nearing running into the glass with her haste. Then she left once more without a word, though she did have the wherewithal to avoid the healer on her way out. “At least she wasn’t crying.

Ignoring whatever crisis the girl was having, she returned her attention to her patient, placing a glowing hand on her forehead, “If you feel up to it. You didn’t have any seizures last night, but the source is still there.” While it was important to stay in bed to prevent further injury, it was equally important not to when well enough. “I doubt it’s anything exciting. She probably just has some more weeping left over from last night.

Still, loading her pack onto her shoulders, she glanced around the room. What a waste. No other spent the night here. Even though there was space for all of them and the bear in there. Shaking her head, she led the way through the still-open door, heading downstairs. She spotted their benefactor immediately but first stopped at the bar to order “Breakfast for two.” After handing over her own coins, she turned to Nimue once more, “Sit down, don’t waste energy you don’t have.

Location: room to bar | With: Nimue (then near Aevar saxon saxon ) | Mood: Fine



Aenwyn stepped back to dodge as the door opened, the weepy water elf dashing into the room. Neither she nor Nimue was acknowledged, she merely sprinted to the window, nearing running into the glass with her haste. Then she left once more without a word, though she did have the wherewithal to avoid the healer on her way out. “At least she wasn’t crying.

Ignoring whatever crisis the girl was having, she returned her attention to her patient, placing a glowing hand on her forehead, “If you feel up to it. You didn’t have any seizures last night, but the source is still there.” While it was important to stay in bed to prevent further injury, it was equally important not to when well enough. “I doubt it’s anything exciting. She probably just has some more weeping left over from last night.

Still, loading her pack onto her shoulders, she glanced around the room. What a waste. No other spent the night here. Even though there was space for all of them and the bear in there. Shaking her head, she led the way through the still-open door, heading downstairs. She spotted their benefactor immediately but first stopped at the bar to order “Breakfast for two.” After handing over her own coins, she turned to Nimue once more, “Sit down, don’t waste energy you don’t have.
 
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THE MALE DRUID


Agathon


Male - 26 - Bisexual




He woke slowly, a warm weight on him. Like a full-body hug. There was fur in his mouth, but as weirdly long as it was, it was normal enough that he just tried to spit it out half asleep. As his sense returned, he recognized it as a warm body, but it didn’t feel like Barrow. And the last time he slept with Luna he burned up even with his magic circulating water through his blood.

He opened his eyes to his sister’s voice, dark brown hair partially concealing his view. Automatically, he rose to reach his sister, banging his head against the one resting near his shoulder. Holding his nose with a curse, he remembered the night before. Julian Valerius and Aevar fucking Istedir. Where was the latter? He’d watched him while keeping his old friend entertained. While he trusted Antigone’s threat to hold Julian’s tongue, he had no assurances with Istedir. Keeping him under watch was the best tactic. It was only after he'd seen him head up to a room that he'd relaxed into the old friendship completely.

Though maybe he should have slowed down on the drinking, for all the excuse kept the former heir in sight. He wasn’t sure which hurt more his head or his nose. Swiping underneath it to check for blood, he shoved at Julian while Antigone continued her threat. He started to shake underneath his friend, holding in his laughter to not disrupt her fun.


Location: Barrow's stall | With: Julian and Antigone | Mood: Worried, then amused

 
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