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[Dark.]

Pʀɪɴᴄᴇ Aᴇʀᴏɴ ᴏғ Sᴇᴜʟɢʜᴇᴍ
Currently;; Marching to the battlefield

Aeron swayed lightly in the saddle, his horse's footfall beating in time to a far-off war drum. One hand held the reins loose on the pommel of his saddle; the other rested on his thigh, forefinger tapping in synchrony with the drumbeat. It seemed like they had been riding for eternity, and the anticipation of the battle was causing him to grow antsy. Aeron's mare sensed his tension, flinging her head up and down. He gently laid a hand on her neck to calm her. Any man could ride a stallion, aye, but Aeron always had preferred a spirited filly between his legs.

The scenery had begun to change around them, opening out into sprawling flatlands. This was it, they were almost here. Aeron swung around in his saddle, allowing himself a crooked smile as he eyed his troops. Scores of men followed on foot, dressed in their leathers. He picked out those of higher ranking, their half-helm and chest plates glinting in the early sun. Then of course, there was the Royal Guard, galloping up and down the lines of troops; checking on the men and raising morale. Not that they would need it; it was known that each Seulghem man had a fire burning in their hearts. You would find no cowards here.

Aeron turned back to face forward; sharp blue eyes scanning the open battle field. It was well-picked. They stood atop a slight incline, earning them a small advantage. Aeron sat up straight taking his reins in both hands. The Prince was dressed befitting of his rank. Over the top of chain mail and a leather hauberk, Aeron wore a full suit of steel-plate armour, gilded in gold. Ineligible golden inscriptions were etched across the breastplate; ancient charms for luck and protection. Clasped around his neck was a thick black cloak, that clung to his shoulders and draped down his back; spilling onto his horse's white rump. The thing was long and heavy, made from the furs of a dozen seals and their cubs - hunted from the nearby sea. Perhaps his most favourite piece of armour however, was the least valuable. His half-helm, an ugly thing by all accounts, was made of black iron and steel. It was crudely wrought into the shape of a menacing pike, a predatory fish found deep in the Black Lake. His icy blue eyes peered out from the shadow of it's jaws, scanning the horizon.

This battle would be a definitive moment in the war. He could feel it. The King drew to a halt next to him, and Aeron immediately followed suit. The march was over. The battle was almost amongst them. Aeron reached to his side and drew Widowmaker from her sheath. The longsword was a thing of sheer beauty; a pure black blade that glinted even in the shadows. He had named her Widowmaker as a joke to begin with, but the name had stuck. Aeron's mare shifted beneath him. Still he saw no sign of the opposing army on the other side of the flatland.


[i hope this is okay...just noticed I kinda rushed along the whole marching process :s since we have no King should Aeron make some speech-before-the-charge type thing or are we just gonna go for it? ^^]

[norm]

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full name: beinethiel of the elves
goes by: bay or beinethiel 
gender: female
age: twenty two
sexuality: straight

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weight: 250 lbs.
height: 6' 3"
hair: thick light auburn
f/c: evangeline lily
eyes: green hazelish

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impression: fearsome, unforgiving
good traits: protective, kind
bad traits: hot-tempered, secretive

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color: green
weapon: bow & arrows, two dual bladed swords
steed: large red roan paint mix

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past: none to be honest
current: single
crush: none

beinethiel is a very skilled and fearsome young female elf whom comes down to be the captain of the guard. she is never unaware of anything and its not likely you'll catch her off her guard. believes that if one can still walk, one can still have one more swing of a sword or draw of a bow. she is very kind once you get to know her or need her help. she is very helpful, protective and intelligent. beinethiel is very swift on her feet and as some would say, graceful. almost never missing a shot. don't get on her bad side, she has a very hot temper. sometimes goes by bay but, only her close friends call her that. okay at riding horses. excellent fighter, leader, and merciful she-elf. never really having a relationship because she is to afraid to let someone in and then loose them again. leads the king's army with a shout and the back of her hand. most everyone respects or knows who she is. beinethiel is very optimistic and somewhat wise. although she is mostly serious she may seem to crack a few jokes here and there. she is very fond of fighting, cocky men, and humor. let's just say bay is very secretive and mysterious. no one knows her past and she doesn't talk about it much even though it wasn't bad at all. its just a topic that died long ago.

[nymphadora.]

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Ｒｙｄｅｒ Ｓｅｒｉｌｄａ Ｌｉｎｓｔｒｉｍ

Gender: Female
Age: 21
Kingdom: Istoth
Job/Rank: Soldier, Assassin, Spy
Species: Dragon Shifter/Fire Element Controller
Sexuality: Straight
Crush: Crushes are for children
Tagged: Open

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I woke up in the morning precisely at five. I knew I had to be early to speak with the general and get ready to march for battle. This wasn't my first choice of things I wanted to do today, I loved a good battle but fighting Seulghem was getting old. I lived in the castle since I was one of the best and most protected warriors. I insisted that I did not need protection but the king insisted otherwise and I did not disobey my king. We have a mutual feeling of respect towards each other and I find that to be the perfect place to be with my king. I have been told over and over again, to many times to be exact that I shall never turn into my dragon form unless completely necessary. Most shape shifters like I turn into normal animals not mythical ones. I don't find myself special but the king considers me a secret weapon. Honestly I think that is the only thing he considers me, a weapon to be used at the right time. I looked at my wavy black hair and I tied it back perfectly, no loose ends or stray hairs.

I had long dark black hair that flowed down to my hips and I usually tied it up or let it fall down in its natural waves. I also had bright green eyes but when I was angry they churned a dark red. I had a power over fire and the ability to turn into a dragon, most people considered that lucky. I wouldn't consider my gifts lucky, I considered them more of a curse. I was somewhat treated like an object and being a female was a curse in itself. All of the men in the army of Istoth treated me like a wench instead of the proud, strong, loyal, woman I was. Luckily for me I was second in hand to the general so they had to obey me. My father used to be general before he was swallowed whole by a dragon, that was when I officially hated being able to turn into one.

No one would have found out about me turning into dragons if I couldn't speak with them and understand them, just another perk of being able to turn into one. You eventually catch on to their language, it wasn't easy at first but the more I turned into my dragon form the easier it became. I remembered being there when my dad was swallowed whole, I remember calming the dragon until they shot it. I had hated seeing it be shot and I cried nights on after that but I also cried for my father. My father had been dead since I was 12 and my past was all to personal to me to talk about. I never went into any sort of description of my past, it was unnatural to me.

After my meeting with the general we were getting ready to march. I had my bow and quiver over my shoulder as well as a sword secured to my belt. I was in the front of the army on a black horse next to the general, my usual stand point. I never had casual words with the general, it was always business and intelligence between us. Most of the battle strategies and tactics that were given to the soldiers were done by me. I wouldn't be afraid to slice the neck of any soldier who didn't follow them. All of the soldiers had to walk five miles to our meeting spot with the opposing army while I rode. I was a ferocious and feisty woman in battle and anyone who came in my back was almost slain instantly. I wasn't afraid of blood or gore.

I noticed some people lagging so I instantly turned around before letting my horse gallop back to the stragglers. "Come on keep it up now!" I yelled at them before turning around and trotting alongside the soldiers. The general couldn't even hold his men like me. Our general was great in battle but he couldn't hold an army without me. As I trotted I heard a few murmuring that I was a wench and that I shouldn't be in the army. I snarled and looked at them angrily. "Don't make me notch an arrow on your heart you cowards." I retorted. They all shut up after that. I continued to keep my horse in a trot next to the army instead of the front. I couldn't help but notice a much shorter man in the midst of the army, this made me throughly curious but then again I was short as well as the only female in this army. Most men weren't that short though... I was beginning to get quite suspicious about this man, very suspicious in fact.




{ I hope this isn't a terrible post, I was cut short so I had to finish quickly. I hope it is alright. }

[Dragonette_11]

@norm;; Accepted ^^

@Dark. I think we should just go for it when ever everyone seems okay to :P

[Keriae]

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male :: royal :: twenty :: seulghem
tagged - leonidas
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Alvere gave a laugh at the foot soldier's remark, tipping his head backwards. His shoulders heaved with humour and he shook his head. Him, married? He'd never found a woman that he liked enough to settle down with. There'd be the few whom he had thought about it, but most of them had been simple one night stands, nothing more. "Unfortunately, I do not have a wife. And what is more natural than a man taking a mistress?" Just about every married man had a mistress, someone to come into his bed when he had the need and his wife was busy in her confinement.

His head dipped in a tiny nod as Leonidas pledged himself. "Aye, and it is an honour to fight alongside so many loyal men." But they were reaching their destination and the Royal Guard had to turn away. He touched his finger tips to the brim of his hat in farewell and urged his steed on. He tore up the side of the human worm and slipped back into position. By the time they did stop, he was next to the Prince. A close friend, they often went out drinking and wenching together, helped by the fact that they were the same age. "You ready there, sire?" He had to be formal right now, surrounded by others as they were.

(bad bad bad bad bad)

[Dark.]

Pʀɪɴᴄᴇ Aᴇʀᴏɴ ᴏғ Sᴇᴜʟɢʜᴇᴍ
Currently;; Awaiting Battle | Tagged;; Alvere

Aeron turned his head slightly as Alvere approached. The man was one of the Royal Guard, and of a similar age to the Prince. Aeron honestly classed him as one of his closest friends. On a multitude of occasions his mother had told him that she disapproved of what the pair got up too, and that Alvere was a bad influence; it was apparently not befitting of a Prince to consort with so many ladies. However Aeron paid her no mind. He was a grown man and he could do whatever -and whoever- he chose. Speaking of which; he hoped this battle would be over quickly. He had met a particularly voluptuous young woman last night who had promised to give him a 'hero's welcome' if they returned victorious, which of course, they would.

Aeron turned to look at Alvere. His pike half-helm cast a crooked shadow over his face, giving him an unnerving look, "Raring to go." He was born battle-ready. Nothing could beat spilling his enemies blood. Aeron allowed himself a smirk, "I hear the army of Istoth has a multitude of women amongst their ranks." He couldn't help a slight chuckle. No wonder he was so confident Seulghem would win, "Feel free to take any as hostages. It wouldn't surprise me if you've already exhausted all the available possibilities in Seulghem." He grinned before turning to face forward again. A war-horn signalled from somewhere behind him; one long, bone-chilling howl. Aeron's eyes flickered up at the horizon. The Istoth army was emerging, taking their place on the other side of the flatland. His mare began to lift her front feet in the air, slashing her tail. Aeron gave her a harsh jab with his reins in an attempt to settle her. Losing control of his horse before the charge would do little to instill confidence in the Seulghem men.

[Keriae]

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male :: royal :: twenty :: seulghem
tagged - aeron
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The Royal Guard let one his hands run over the smooth but worn leather of the reins as he stared at the battlefield, but his ears were trained on Aeron. The other hand moved downwards towards the very top of the spherical pummel of his sword. "Women, eh?" Alvere himself gave a small, low chuckle. He had indeed gone through just about every viable, attractive women in Seulghem. Some of them had been good, some had been bad, but only a few did he desire enough to return time and time again. It would help their cause if hostages were taken too: something to bargain with and ensure their victory in this particular battle. And, as his friend hinted, once they had hostages they could perform their own interrogation. Something the young man looked forwards to, although he always made sure his partners were happy with the move.

Behind him the war horn was blown, a low and deadly sound to create fear deep within their enemy's hearts. "I take it that you'll want to see any hostages during a lull in the fighting?" Alvere could see the Prince's mare beginning to rear but Aeron had it under control in moments. His own steed - lovingly christened Jet - began to drag his hooves over the ground impatiently. Alvere leaned down over the neck of the beast, rubbing a hand in circular motions over the flesh between the neck and shoulder, muttering soothing words. As they were on horses, they formed the Calvary, and as such would lead the army into battle. Soon they would be rushing down the slope, and his sword would be whirling through the air and cutting down opponents with deadly accuracy.

[Dragonette_11]

{ This is just for whenever it fits in, really.

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Near the
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Single &
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Elizabeth had seemed to of lain there for hours, motionless, and keeping a keen eye out for any signs of movement. Finally, she saw what she was looking for; a moving mass. There to her left was the army of Seulghem, and to her right was her own kingdoms army, Istoth's army. Perhaps I will fight for my people today, she thought to herself.

The girl had helped in the battles before, not all of them, but most of them. She knew she needed to keep herself alive to help the poor and needy back at Istoth. Now, she helped, in the battle, she did not fight. For one, she was a thief of Istoth, and if any man of Istoth saw her during the battle and realized whom she was, she'd either be killed on the spot or taken prisoner. Secondly, she wasn't even a part of the army which was a big enough problem as her being caught. Normally she'd only help in battles where she could get some ground and would help to plucked off Seulghem's archers with her bow, or even sneak up on them if she could.

This battle was different, however. The land was flat with few hills. There was the bordering cliff that she was now laid flat on, but it wasn't close enough to hit any opponent with an arrow. She would have to get involved with the foot soldiers and fight there. Why had she today chosen to do this instead of watch? She did not know. Perhaps it's my time to truly serve the people I love, Elizabeth thought to herself as her expression became very grim as she watched the approaching armies.

[Dark.]

Pʀɪɴᴄᴇ Aᴇʀᴏɴ ᴏғ Sᴇᴜʟɢʜᴇᴍ
Currently;; Awaiting Battle | Tagged;; Alvere

Aeron listened to Alvere, his jaw tensing as he took in the full scale of the Istoth army. They too were also signalling their own war horns; a sound so different yet equally as haunting. Still his confidence remained undeterred. Hostages. That had been the main aim of this battle, besides slaughtering as many of their opponent's number as possible. This battle would not win the war; but they could use it to weaken the strength and morale of Istoth.

He nodded his head slightly in reply, "Yes, I think I will. Anyone of little importance can be run through, unless they pledge fealty. Anyone who claims to be important we'll take back to the Castle and let them stew in the cells whilst their families back in Istoth decide how important they really are." Of course, besides the King of Istoth and perhaps his war generals, Aeron didn't expect anyone of great importance to be on the opposing side. Aeron shifted his weight in the saddle. It was only a matter of time now. He cast a sideway glance at his father, the King; waiting on a signal to charge.

{bad post is bad x3 waiting on the war to begin ^^}

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"one-of-a-kind elf"|Merideth Abigail Mortor
location = Seulghem, preparing for Battle
gender = Female
age = 20
Mood = Anxious and Excited
Tagged = Captain Greenleaf (Tuilinnor)
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Merideth had to grip firmly onto Barron's rein before finally strapping it onto a small sigh near the entrance to a home, pleading that the people inside where out in the war. Turning around, she flung the bow and arrow over her neck before breaking into a run towards the soldiers, falling in step beside them, her helmet still lowered over her face solemnly as the huge crowd of people from Seulghem where approaching. Her job was to defend the people from the inside if anyone made it past the soldiers, and immediately she backed away, panting and hearing the blood roaring inside of her as she hurried to check if everyone was alright. Noting that most people were safe hidden in their homes, she cursed under her breath as something was shot, sending a crackling noise into the air as she tried to blink away the stray noises. Covering her pointed ears gingerly, she could have sworn she saw two soldiers talking to each other. Rolling her eyes, she cursed under her breath before walking over to them slowly and realizing that one was the Prince Aeron. "Keep your mouth shut. I'm sure the people of Istoth could have heard you by now." She murmured, the voice coming out way too soft than it should have as she held her tongue before turning and walking away briskly, her black hair in the thick braid it had always been tumbling down her back as she made her way to Barron. He was furious by now, kicking and snorting, rearing on his hind legs to get a better look of the battle. "Heal... heal.." She murmured, stroking his mane gently until he finally ended his rage with a snort as she climbed on top of him, untangling the not before riding him closer to the battle scene, staying close behind before giving one last look towards the castle. The towering building was utterly tall, allowing for flying vehicles to quickly pass. Biting her lip, she shook her head. There was no one in the castle, what more would they want?

Barron had reared again, snorting and flaring his nostrils in protest. He was impatient, clicking his hooves and dragging them against the floor. Merideth had stayed back to protect the king from any stray soldiers of Istoth, and everything was silent. She could hear her own ragged breath beneath her soft lips as she breathed in and out, her heartbeat quickening as the silence gave her shudders. She knew that in only seconds time the air would be filled with screams of terror, and she closed her eyes silently at the thought. Looking out into her own forests, she could have sworn she had seen something moving. Blinking again, she flicked her optical green gaze towards Barron before looking out at the battlefield. The battle would start soon- she only had a few moments time to figure out who-or what- it was. Leaping off, she armed her bow, the silver prick of the arrow edged against her fingertip as she stepped forward quickly but silently. Reaching the border, she heard the soft breathing of something as her eyes widened. It was close. Her arms firm on the bow, she leaped, landing squarely behind the elf before placing her arrow underneath his jaw, daring to move it closer and draw blood. "You only have a few moments to explain who you are and what your business is before I'll slice your windpipe.." She breathed out, her eyes locked firmly onto him as she held the bow dangerously close.

{@Captain Greenleaf;; Now you have something to post to c: I thought I'd introduce her like that, because there really was no other way to talk to a stranger like Tuilinnor c:}