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Post by DragonWarrior on Jul 16, 2017 21:05:40 GMT -5
He was around... well, being the king of elves he was very old. However, being as old and mature as he could truly be, he tended to have days where he acted as though he was a youngling. Today was one of those rare days. His reason? He simply needed a break from paperwork, so here he was in the middle of the forest leaping from branch to branch.
Like all elves, his hair is long and silky, but unlike most, he was also braided on both sides of his face and down the middle. His hair is also pure black, which is very rare for elves. The king’s eyes are a mesmerizing dark topaz blue. Skin as pure white as snow. He is also tall and lithe.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jul 16, 2017 22:49:22 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - - }}
ROLEPLAY- Damien wasn't exactly what could be called a model citizen. He had been outcast several hundred years ago when he made the mistake of speaking against the king at the time. He was outside his home, the small cottage sitting on the edge of the kingdom - technically he was exile - he was outside what could be considered the kingdom so ... He couldn't be punished.
Damien stepped around his small potted plant, his long, slender fingers wrapped around the watering can. He turned his blood red eyes to the forest and placed the can down on the ground. He brushed his dark hair from his eyes and pulled it up into a bun to keep it from his eyes. He moved to go inside his cottage where he collected a sabre. He waited in the darkness of his home, hidden thanks to his dark grey skin. His eyes followed the movement in the trees. -
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Post by DragonWarrior on Jul 16, 2017 23:04:18 GMT -5
Zarth leaped onto the clear forest ground, breathing a bit heavily from all the jumping he'd been doing. His eyes slowly scanned the area around him and he hummed to himself. He was officially outside the borders of the kingdom. Slipping some of his hair from his face to behind his ear, he moved forward. It was rare that he left the borders, due to issues in the kingdom, so he longed for a while about escaping outside for a while. Now he had his chance and he couldnt resist it.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jul 16, 2017 23:08:49 GMT -5
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ROLEPLAY- Damien watched Zarth and narrowed his eyes slightly. What was the king doing out here? He thought bitterly and sheathed his sword. If he was attacked or killed out here who would be the first to be blamed? He let out a huff, deciding that the king wasn't going to be a threat to him and he stepped back outside, moving to continue to water his plants, although his eyes remained alert. -
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Post by DragonWarrior on Jul 16, 2017 23:23:59 GMT -5
Zarth knew that there were enemies nearby. There always was when he stepped out of his kingdom's borders. Still, he moved farther in. As he came to a lining of trees, he heard feet touch the floor and he moved a hand to his sword of his hip. Then he stepped through the trees and found himself facing one elf he had to admit was surprised to see. He expected this familiar former citizen to be much farther from his kingdom. Zarth had to admit that it concerned him slightly. "Greetings," he murmured, with a slight nod.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jul 16, 2017 23:32:20 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - - }}
ROLEPLAY- "Zarth." He returned the King's greeting with a curt nod. "To what do I owe the honour of a visit from a King?" He was careful to not say 'my King' as Zarth had never been. He continued to water his plants but didn't take his eyes off the elf in front of him, even as he placed the can down. -
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Post by DragonWarrior on Jul 17, 2017 10:23:15 GMT -5
"How are you, Damien?" Zarth asked politely. While nervous about this elf being so close to the kingdom after exile he was not going to be rude. In fact, it could be considered that the king himself was in his territory now. Shifting from one foot to the other, he glanced casually around. It was a well taken care of home.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jul 17, 2017 23:22:16 GMT -5
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ROLEPLAY- "As well as I can be, living without a kingdom." He responded, remaining curt. He kept one hand on the hilt of his sword and the other at his side. "Why are you here, Zarth?" He asked evenly. "I am outside the borders of your kingdom. I have not broken my exile." -
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jul 18, 2017 22:37:08 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - I've had an idea for some conflict with this, if you'rr still interested? - }}
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Post by DragonWarrior on Jul 18, 2017 22:51:13 GMT -5
I'm all ears! )
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jul 18, 2017 22:53:05 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - They're attacked by some posionous creatures, so both Zarth and Damien are posioned ... and Damien only had enough antidote for one ... so he gives the antidote to the King? - }}
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Post by DragonWarrior on Jul 21, 2017 17:51:48 GMT -5
(Hmm, sounds fun! Why would he give it to the king though? XD)
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jul 21, 2017 18:17:24 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - bc if the guarrds come out looking for the king and find him dead in a traitor's home, i don't think they'll believe 'we were bitten by poisionout monsters' - }}
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Post by DragonWarrior on Jul 21, 2017 18:26:47 GMT -5
(Lol, there is that.)
Zarth sighed and nodded. "You are right. I have not come for trouble. I simply came out here to get away from the castle," he explained with a shrug. Then he rubbed the back of his neck and opened his open to say bye when he heard movement in the treeline. Tensing, his hand went to his sword and he turned around quickly, eyes narrowed.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jul 21, 2017 18:37:55 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - - }}
ROLEPLAY- Damien's attention peaked slightly and he turned his head just as a dark purple looking rat creature jumped out where his head had been. Damien squng his sword and cut it in half with a growl. "Don't let them bite you." He warned in a low voice. -
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