OUR LAST HOPE

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Re: OUR LAST HOPE

Postby -Starchild.Keith- » Fri Mar 21, 2014 7:46 am

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Kai Saunders
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assassin/guard

tagged: Anais, Alvere, Aeron, Val, envoy
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It only took a short while for Kai to reach the castle proper. The guards outside nodded to him as he approached. He spent only a moment speaking with them to tell them the envoy was approaching before heading up to the castle. Stepping inside, he glanced around. There was no one in sight, but at least he knew where to go. His feet turned and directed him towards the kitchen. He knew that there would be most, if not all, of the servants and other workers there as they prepared for the banquet that was coming.

On his way, Kai happened to spot a maid carrying a tray of food towards the dining hall. He walked towards her, simply falling into step beside her as she went. The tray looked heavy and he didn't want to impose too much. "The envoy is here. By now, they are most likely within the castle walls. If no one has done so already, I will return to escort them into the main hall. Please see if you can find a maid to spare to tell Princess Evangeline the news." Nodding his thanks, he turned and walked quickly from the castle once more.

As Kai left the castle, he caught sight of the envoy inside the gates. Taking a deep breath, he moved towards them. "If any servants or other workers would, there are open stalls in the stables here for your horses to rest and be cared for. Anyone that shall meet with the royal family, please follow me to the main hall. You will be received there
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Re: OUR LAST HOPE

Postby Dark. » Sun Mar 23, 2014 10:05 am

Pʀɪɴᴄᴇ Aᴇʀᴏɴ ᴏғ Sᴇᴜʟɢʜᴇᴍ
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    Aeron snorted at Alvere's remark, an amused expression on his face. Truth be told, that was something he'd rather not end up doing. Imagine the consequences if he was found entertaining the Princess in his bed chambers. He highly doubted the King of Istoth would be impressed. No, a maid or courtier would suffice, if he could find one.

    By now they had passed into the courtyard, the envoy gathered in a small clump as Istothian stable boys scuttled over to grab the reins of their mounts. The guard from earlier strode over, and Aeron couldn't help the irritated smirk that swept over his face. It seems they were to be hurried towards their meeting with the King - or toward their impending doom as he much preferred to call it. Twisting his head around, he noticed the Seulghem nobles begin to file out of the carriage; including the King and Queen. His father and mother were each dressed magnificently in their finest jewels and silks. Tensing his jaw, Aeron exhaled; he was definitely undressed for such an occasion. Save stripping off here and now, there was no time to change. He only hoped that the King of Istoth didn't take it as an insult.

    Sighing, Aeron withdrew from his stirrups and lent forward, swinging from the saddle in one precise movement. He landed lightly, his cloak swishing and settling over his shoulders; the hem just trailing the floor. Resting one hand on the pommel of Widowmaker, he raised the other; sweeping it through his hair. Tilting his head slightly, Aeron eyed Alvere almost sheepishly, paying little mind to the guard who stood in front of them, "Time to get this over with I suppose!"
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Re: OUR LAST HOPE

Postby Keriae » Sun Mar 23, 2014 10:22 am

    ALVERE.
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      [ male ] [ seulghem ] [ tagged: aeron, the envoy, kai ]

      Alvere dismounted swiftly from his steed and handed the reins to a Istoth stable hand, a fresh-faced youngster who had to be no older than twelve. "Make sure that all the royal horses are well-cared for and I'll give you a bonus." He bribed, flashing a gold coin in his fingers but placing it back within the tiny leather purse on his belt. The stable hand would get it once they had finished: they went through this every single time he came to Istoth, and he knew that he could trust the young, impressionable lad. Bribery never hurt anyone and it was a good way to ensure that all the equines were well looked after and would set off just as healthy as they had began from their own kingdom.

      Turning away, the Royal Guard adjusted the sword on his hip and followed Aeron's gaze back towards the envoy behind them. He too could see the nobles slipping form the carriages and a flick of his wrist, copied by his fellow captains, sent a signal to the guards with them to make sure that they stayed with the rest of the envoy. Then he turned his attention to the King and Queen, both dressed in their absolute best to impress their hosts. Aeron besides him was a stark contrast and blended in with the crowd: until his mother spotted him.

      Bowing in respect to the royal couple, Alvere muttered out of the corner of his mouth, "Right you are, Your Highness."
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Re: OUR LAST HOPE

Postby floki, » Sun Mar 23, 2014 10:34 am

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      xx[ Belegeth Seregruthes ]xxx[ one hundred twenty one ]xxx[ Assassin ]xxx[ tagged; Eregon ]
        She jumped a little as he turned into a man. This was quiet starling for her. She had never seen such sorcery in her long life. This creature was so new, so odd to her. He was so different, something she had a tendency not to like much. But the longer she looked at this man, the more she came to like his features. He wasn't that bad looking, and wasn't that good looking either. He looked like a normal person, a plain featured man.

        Once he spoke she sprang out her knife and reared her horse back. He was from the other kingdom, the enemy kingdom. She shook with anger, and with fear as well. Her eyes stared into this man, as if she was trying to melt him. But of course, out of curtsy, she must say her name.

        "Ah sir, I believe you have crossed paths with the wrong person. The name is Belegeth Seregruthes of Istoth." her eyes narrowed, and her body shook even more. Holding her sword up was causing her such exhaustion. She was in no shape to fight, so she groaned and sheathed her sword. Her eyes never left that man though.
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Postby duckworth » Sun Mar 23, 2014 10:52 am

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      ➳ I wanted to give a really lengthy response to make up for my absence, and Leonidas will be up as soon as I get back from my family party. xp
      ➳ I missed you guys and this rp so much. <3


Princess Evangeline "Evan" Blythe
female | eighteen | Isoth
tagged: Aeron, the envoy

outfit
wandering around
climbing the castle walls
no crush & single

If we don't end war, war will end us.
— H.G. Wells

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    It would be difficult to recognize Evangeline as the princess of Isoth in her current state. Dressed in a simple dark green tunic, black leggings, and dark brown boots, Evangeline could blend in with the common people with her outfit. She wasn't wearing a dress and fancy shoes like her mother and the rest of the ladies of the Royal Court would normally wear. Of course, her parents did force the princess to wear formal clothing most of the time, lavish and overly exaggerated, but whenever Evangeline could sneak away from the castle, she always wandered outside in commoner clothing.
    Right now, the princess was scaling the castle walls, a favorite hobby of hers, as well as running barefoot in the grassy fields making up her kingdom. To keep her long, white-blonde hair out of her eyes, Evangeline had tied her platinum locks out of her face in an intricate braid, wrapped around her head and allowed to fall down over her shoulder or her back. The palms of her hands covered by a pair of fingerless dark brown gloves, Evangeline always preferred to wear fingerless gloves to allow her fingers maximum movement. She found that even the thinnest cloth or leather tended to make her grip slip or be uneven at times, while her bare skin nearly never was unsure, no matter if it cost her a few scratches on her nimble fingers.
    Taking a rest on a window ledge, Evangeline wasn't bothered at all by heights. She loved climbing, and glanced down at the ground now, completely undisturbed by how high up she was right now. Muttering a few choice curses under her breath, Evangeline spotted the envoy, arrived safe and sound in her kingdom. She knew that she wasn't in the best position right now to exactly greet them, something her mother had instructed her to do as soon as they arrived. In fact, she saw the king and queen of Istoth stepping down from the front steps of their castle. Oh no, Her parents had wanted her to wear her best and fanciest clothing to impress the visitors of Istoth, but Evangeline had completely forgotten, having spent the entire morning running and climbing, as well as practicing her fighting with her bodyguard, Jeremy, a man who secretly trained Evangeline how to defend herself without her parents' permission ever since she was old and strong enough to hold a weapon without dropping it.
    I'm going to have to go now, aren't I Evangeline thought a bit sadly to herself as she examined her current outfit. Shrugging, she figured that if it was good enough for her, it would have to be good enough for the prince of Seulghem. What's his name again? Evangeline pondered, Aeron, I think it was? Oh well; I'll find out eventually. Dropping down from the ledge she had briefly rested on, Evangeline made her way back down as fast as possible, nimbly and gracefully reaching the ground in a span of a few minutes. She had climbed for so long that it was second nature to her, and finding footholds and places to grab was no trouble at all, coming very naturally to the surprisingly agile and strong girl.
    Of course, she had chosen the wrong tower to climb. She ended up right next to the envoy, something she had wished she could've avoided. She would've wanted at least the chance to change into a dress quickly, but no luck. She caught her parents' glances, wincing mildly at the glares of anger apparent on their faces. She could tell they wished they hadn't had such a rebellious young lady as a daughter. They wanted her to be obedient, but that was the last thing Evangeline wanted.
    Darting forward, Evangeline attempted to walk towards her king and queen, but they continued to glare at her in a rather disapproving manner, a hint glinting in their eyes. Evangeline bit the inside of her cheek, resisting the urge to roll her eyes and instead turning to face the Seulghem envoy. Of course, her parents would force her to greet the Seulghem royals first as a sort of punishment for wandering off instead of getting ready. Evangeline tried hard to not think about how absolutely underdressed she was, looking at her parents' jewels and frills on their impressive outfits. The rest of the Istoth court was waiting in the dining hall, probably in their best clothing as well, while Evangeline's outfit was just the tiniest bit boyish, as royal women didn't normally wear a tunic and leggings with boots. She could almost hear her mother comparing herself to a dirty commoner, although unlike her parents, Evangeline didn't find peasants and the regular citizen dirty at all.
    Either way, Evangeline had to move things on to try and keep face. She kneeled to greet the king and queen of Seulghem, lowering her gaze respectfully. "Welcome to our kingdom, Your Royal Highnesses. If you would please continue into the castle, Istoth has prepared a feast for us to enjoy before the meeting and discussions." Evangeline said as politely as possible, her smooth alto even and friendly. Standing up, Evangeline now faced the prince, inclining her head rather than bowing as lowly as she had for the king and queen. She viewed Prince Aeron as her equal, which meant she didn't have to bow or kiss his feet, but a quiet cough from a voice she recognized as her father's made her face scrunch up briefly in disappointment. However, she smoothed her expression quickly enough so that they hopefully wouldn't notice. The king and queen of Seulghem made no expression in response, but considering she was directly facing Prince Aeron, she figured he had probably caught her unhappy emotion. Bowing, although not getting on her knees as she had done with the king and queen, Evangeline offered him a small greeting of "Welcome, Prince," before straightening up again, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks as she examined him. He was attractive, surely enough, but of course, she had heard tales of the infamously "active" prince of Seulghem. Mostly rumours of sexual activity, Evangeline gritted her teeth, holding his gaze with an almost defiant look. She was forced to tilt her head upwards to look him in the eye, considering the height difference. Only two inches over five feet, Evangeline was rather short, while Prince Aeron was very tall, especially compared to her. Raising a single eyebrow, Evangeline forced the blush away, feeling uncomfortably conscious that her skin was slightly sweaty after all her athletic activity during the day. Still half-glaring at Prince Aeron, Evangeline directed her next statement towards the entire Seulghem envoy, "I will direct you all to the dining hall, and my parents will of course want to greet you as well."
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Re: OUR LAST HOPE

Postby faraday » Sun Mar 23, 2014 11:09 am

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Name: Faina Ides
Gender: Female
Age: Nineteen
Race: Human
Occupation: Mage
Kingdom: Seulghem

Love Interest: None
Relationship Status: Single

Eye Color: Dark Green
Hair Color: Ash Brown
Scars/Blemishes: One scar on cheek,
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Faina Ides is a modest young woman who has practiced witchcraft for most of her life. She can only use verbal spells, as she has no knowledge when it comes to brewing potions. The spells she uses are commands in an ancient magic language that takes hundreds of years to master, so the language is commonly only used among elven mages as opposed to human mages. Using the language properly requires not only years of practice, but natural magic potential as well. Faina does not have an extraordinary amount of this potential, neither has she had hundreds of years of practice, so she is not a powerful mage by any means. The ancient magic language can be used to give suggestions and commands to objects, animals, and people. Once mastered, you can suggest to the clouds to begin storming, or for stone to turn to glass. However, the most powerful spells Faina can manage now are things such as suggesting a flame to light a candlewick or a door to lock itself. If the command or suggestion fails or does not work, the one who cast the suggestion usually suffers a physical backlash which intensifies with the power or magnitude of the suggestion. The most Faina has suffered from a failed spell is a nosebleed and a massive headache, however if the backlash comes from a powerful enough spell, it can result in death, blindness, or deafness.

Faina is a very reserved girl, who prefers studying in her chambers as opposed to interaction with others. She has very limited communication and social skills, so she is usually not a pleasant person to be around. Faina tries her hardest to be kind and polite to others, however she lacks a strong sense of empathy so this usually does not work out the way she wants it to as it's hard for her to take the feelings of others into consideration. She's fairly intelligent, however she lacks what some might refer to as "wisdom", and she has a hard time making good decisions. She enjoys learning new languages, which is one of the main reasons why she began to teach herself the ancient magic language she uses now. Faina can be very sensitive and tends to take things personally, which causes others to see her as weak.

Faina was the only child of her mother and her father, but they both died when she was young of sickness, so she was put into the care of her aunt. Her aunt is fairly old and widowed, yet she is kind and has a warm and inviting personality. Faina does not miss her parents as she has very few memories of them, yet she thinks of them often. Faina's aunt didn't understand Faina's interest in witchcraft and the magic language she uses, however she never chastised Faina for using it. Faina left her aunt one year ago to pursue her education in witchcraft, but they are still close and often write to one another.

(If I need to change the type of magic she uses, that's fine. If others want their character to use the same type of magic language as Faina uses, this is fine as well!!)
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Re: OUR LAST HOPE

Postby Greenleaf » Sun Mar 23, 2014 11:47 am

(Sadly, I believe that I will have to quit this roleplay once again 3: I've completely lost all muse for it, and all my deleted drafts for Tuilinnor are turning out to be utter fails. I'm so, so sorry that I'm leaving again, but it believe it will be for the best, for both myself and the currently active users for this RP.
I loved watching this roleplay in the time I've been here, though, and I'm honored to have roleplayed with all you amazing writers <3 thanks for giving me the best roleplay I've ever been in on CS!)
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Re: OUR LAST HOPE

Postby sparky246 » Sun Mar 23, 2014 11:56 am

Status wrote:Valoria Perry
Female|Nineteen|Lady of Seulghem
Entering Istoth|Tagged- the envoy, Evan


Things were not going as planned. Val's chest was tight, and her head spun. Her little foray into the woods chasing after petty thieves had not been a good idea, but Val was loathe to admit her lapse in judgment to a physician. Shaking her head, Val brushed off her maid's concerns with assuring smiles. And to think I still have a banquet to attend, Val thought, suppressing a groan. Dismounting Grella, Val let the stable hands lead her horse away.
The small redhead wandered to the cluster of nobles towards the front of the courtyard, looking absentmindedly at the scenery. Tall stone walls, broken periodically by even taller towers that soared in clean lines. So similar to the castle Val called home, yet the walls seemed foreign and unfamiliar. She supposed they were, and despite being so far from home, Val was comforted by the stone barrier.
Her gaze directed upward, Val didn't notice her company had grown until the voice of her King reached through her reverie, pulling her back to reality. Blinking, Val immediately dropped into a curtsy. Her jacket was long, and could double as a short skirt of sorts, but even so, Val found herself wishing for a dress. Despite the obvious convenience of riding in breeches, Val knew she was under-dressed. With a mumbled greeting, Val watched warily as introductions were exchanged. When the princess arrived, Val couldn't help but notice her state of dress. Clearly, she hadn't planned on greeting the envoy, for her clothing was completely unsuited. Holding back a nervous laugh, Val realized she was dressed in quite a similar fashion. Breeches were simply looser leggings, and the tunic Val wore under her jacket was of a similar design. Gently pushing towards the front of the assembled nobles, Val opened her mouth to speak.
"Your Royal Highness," Val directed towards the princess, "Is there a possibility we would be able to stop at our rooms before presenting ourselves at the banquet? The road to your esteemed castle was long, and I speak for many others when I say I would much love an opportunity to freshen up." She smiled apologetically, acting as calm and collected as she could. In truth, Val was intimidated by all the looks she received from her fellow nobles, encouraging or not. As the youngest, Val wasn't used to the spotlight, preferring instead to sit in a corner and read.
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Re: OUR LAST HOPE

Postby Dragonette_11 » Sun Mar 23, 2014 5:07 pm

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In the Castle of Istoth
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Elizabeth had made it back to her horse after shrugging off the man named Dorian. It then hit her that she could perhaps ease her way into the castle, learn what was going on between Seulghem and Istoth and if it would affect her people any. Biting her lip, she quickly packed her stallion up with all of her belongings except for a dagger that she stashed away in her boot. Elizabeth had almost given up her necklace, but in the end kept it on. Patting the horse, he dashed away, disappearing down a windy dirt path into a wooded area.

Sighing, Elizabeth returned to the village, and from there entered the main part of Istoth. It didn't take her long to reached the castle, for she knew all the ins and outs of the surrounding village that laid outside of the castle's walls. Getting in the castle wouldn't be hard, it would be keeping a low profile. The young girl already had it all figured out, however. She would disguise herself as a maid once inside.

Not too long after getting past the wall and guards outside of the castle, Elizabeth was creeping her way around inside of the castle. She ran into no trouble with people bustling down the halls, for they were too busy with the Seulghem people to be concerned about any daily chores. Soon, she found a wash room and grabbed up a maid's outfit, putting it on after chucking her own attire off and hid it, but kept her leggings and boots.

Turning to a window in the room, she approached and began to work on her hair, letting it free of the braid and made messy bun instead, a single french braid wrapping around her head like a halo. After that, she set to work cleaning her skin free of dirtiness. "There," the blonde-headed girl commented, smiling in the window as she straightened up.
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Postby val. » Sun Mar 23, 2014 6:46 pm

Eregon
job :; scout/trader
species :; argonian
where :; istoth
under rule of :; seulghem
doing :; talking
with :; belegeth
Eregon watched her closely, his tongue flicking nervously as he leaned back, his pupils dilating, growing almost over his iris. I am sssssorry if I have ssssssscared you....I believe you have not been to Black Marsssshhhh? Or have sssseen a Argonian before....Pardon me, misssssss. The words rolled off his tongue in a smooth, and calm voice, though you could see he was tense and mostly frightened since he had only come with a dagger on his belt. The reptile bowed his head respectfully, and turned his mare slowly toward Istoth, out of the corner of his eyes looking at the Elf, much out of curiosity then out of fright that she would attack him when he was not looking. She looked tired, much like him, he supposed, but he was in much better shape to battle then she was.
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