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Post by dandelion on Jul 1, 2018 12:08:25 GMT -5
dragons & wars & magic, oh my! Rivermagic
wip form here that i will maybe hopefully edit eventually Rasmus Axelsson The Eldest Son ♛ Male ♛ 26 ♛ -Rasmus is certainly an intimidating figure, very much like his father. He stands at a whooping 6’2”, the product of excellent genetics, and carries himself with both the confidence and grace typical of a noble. His hair is golden blond and cut relatively short, neatly parted to the right side and slightly curled at the ends. He has a particular habit of running his hands through the locks when he’s deep in thought or nervous. His eyes are olive green and rarely, if ever, light up with any sort of joy. Rasmus is evidently toned but has a certain litheness to him as well, due to much outdoor physical activity, which has also resulted in a sun-kissed skin tone. He is unfortunately known for running himself ragged and taking on too many tasks at once, so he falls ill a bit more than usual. Such persistence has also caused him to suffer from insomnia and show signs of dark circles under his eyes.
No one would ever say that Rasmus doesn’t put his family above anything else. His loyalty is both his greatest strength and his greatest weakness. Perhaps he favors his father a bit more than his siblings, but in his eyes it would be justified. Despite his devotion, he is not particularly close with any member of his family, a wedge he unintentionally put between them himself. He is serious to the point of being cold and is not against “tough love” and being critical if he thinks it best, a fact that certainly does not help the distance between him and his siblings. A thoughtful, intelligent man, Rasmus is the type to think before acting, always looking for the best (in his case, the biased one that results in less damage to the family or more prestige in their name) solutions to actions and prone to sound judgments. He is a very proud and confident man in his own right and will tolerate no slight against him (or his family, of course). He is not kind or fond of humor, strictly speaking, but he has his moments as everyone does. He’ll be there for you when it counts. Lately, Rasmus has come to inner conflict over the concept of honor. While morally unsound actions are against his father’s ideals, the ones he was raised by, if it’s for the crown and the family… perhaps it might prove necessary.
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Post by Rivermagic on Jul 1, 2018 12:12:56 GMT -5
Reyna Omdahl The Eldest Daughter ♛ Female ♛ 26 ♛
Reyna comes off as strong, mature, and regal. Her eyes are a pale blue, which are usually framed with dark lashes, eyeliner, and arched eyebrows that are usually furrowed in thought. Her raven hair reaches down to her waist, and she likes to keep it back into her braid, and then keep it into an intricate bun. Her skin is like porcelain, having one birthmark under her left eye. The only real blemish on her is a thin scar on her right cheek, having knocked her head into a broken window. Her face is pretty elegant, given that she has sharp, angular features, such as high cheekbones and a defined jawline. her lips are pale, so she darkens them to a rose color, needless to say, she's usually frowning or just deep in thought. When it comes to fashion, Reyna likes to keep her clothing practical, yet professional. When out and abut at home, she enjoys a good tunic with pants and boots. She's capable of wearing dresses with just enough grace as she would with mundane clothes, granted, having an athletic figure and a five foot ten stature will help with looking good in anything. She prefers to wear dark colors, which emphasize her pale skin in the first place. The only real piece of jewelry she has are diamond earrings, and a necklace with the family crest on it. Other than that, she doesn't usually adorn herself with too much finery, despite being one of the wealthiest houses.
Reyna is very proud and quite reserved. She would clearly rather rule over her own household than an entire kingdom, but has the look of a queen. She is calm, composed, and relatively mature since she takes it upon herself to run the house as if she was the head of it. When push comes to shove, she is fiercely protective of her twin brother, given that she tends to be close with him in the first place. She has a tendency to carry a lot of weight on her shoulders, but it is because she believes that she is the most capable out of her whole family in the first place. Reyna doesn't know when enough is enough. Her pride is probably her greatest weakness. She refuses to admit defeat, or when she needs help from others. The last thing she wants is for her family to fall into debt, or just crumble apart in general. Most of the time, she will take her uncle's advice into account for any decisions. Even then, she tends to go on her own set of instincts. She has no time for pursuing any real relationship, she is much to focused on maintaining the status of her own house to worry about claiming the throne. Her duty lies to her family and family alone. This can cause her to be distant and unable to connect with other people. She is known as an ice queen for certain occasions.
Her abilities involve ice. More specifically, conjuring ice and sending out that form of energy as she wills it. She can summon and cool the air to form ice, or use her own energy to bring ice into existence. When she does the latter of this method, it drains her a lot more than it would with summoning it from the air. She can send out shards of ice towards people, but she has grown quite crafty with her ability. With enough of her own energy, she is able to form weapons out of ice that are cold and sturdy enough to stand in for steel. For the most part, she is most proficient in swords, daggers, and archery.
(Heheheheh, I'll revamp mine eventuallyyyyyy)
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Post by dandelion on Jul 1, 2018 12:14:07 GMT -5
yay~ you can start a post if you'd like otherwise i'll try to get one up tonight or tomorrow because i g2g for now cx
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Post by Rivermagic on Jul 1, 2018 12:16:27 GMT -5
(Noted!! I'll make something fun!)
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Post by Rivermagic on Jul 1, 2018 18:24:59 GMT -5
Of course her family would be dragged into this conflict one way or another. Reyna Omdahl was not looking forward to this summoning with the king. She should have felt perfectly at ease, given that she was going along with her family. That only made her feel more and more uneasy about this situation. It would be her luck that the king would use her or someone in her family, to get what he wanted. She knew how this game went. Someone would always be used for something in this war. That was how it always went.
The war should have been an open and shut case. She had always assumed that their royal armies and fleets were capable of that much. No. It soon became apparent that there was something unnatural about this whole issue. Fewer and fewer soldiers came back, and were always unable to go out and fight once more. They would have preferred to cut off their own limbs or jump into the oceans if it meant not going back out to fight. That wasn't right. What was it about this fight that would reduce the surviving soldiers to nothing but cowering... The royal armies should have been better prepared for this kind of fight. It should have been like any other fight. Right? Right?
Like most of the royal families, the Omdahl House was known for having members with magical abilities. Some of that magic was hereditary. At other times, it was strangely random and unusual. Her family, for example, was blessed by being the wealthiest of the houses thanks to members of the family being able to control and manipulate precious metals and gems. Sometimes children had powers or none. Her little sister, Sarah, had the gift of metal. Reyna's own twin brother had no magical abilities to speak of. Reyna had the gift of ice magic.
A king would naturally want to keep all of his subjects in line. There was a decree to forbid the use of magic, and it was enforced with a royal police force to imprison or execute abusers of the law. However. If you were to pay a tax and register yourself as a magic user, one could use such abilities at ease. The king would have record of all the registered gifted peoples that he could have access to. If you were born into a noble house, paying a tax and be registered for magic was no issue. Given that a majority of the kingdom was middle class or peasants or just common rabble, paying a tax was much more of an issue. This gave the common person two options: you could practice in secret, or you could risk imprisonment or execution.
Reyna was one of the lucky ones. She had the fortune to be born into a life of comfort and wealth. There were times where she still felt like a prisoner in her own family. The passing of her parents was still fresh in her mind, despite it occurring eleven years ago. Since then, her uncle Brasinius Omdahl had the responsibility of being the patriarch of the house. It was clear to most that her and her twin brother were capable heirs. For now, the two of them allowed for their uncle to be a drunken, clever fool for a while longer.
"Lord Brasinius Omdahl, Lord Desmond, Lady Reyna." a messenger's voice snapped her from her brooding thoughts. "King Lucius Frelyd wishes see you enter." he said.
Right. The king.
She knew enough to at least attempt to calm her nerves. It was a little strange for the king to request for her. Sure, Uncle and Des were always going to be a pair since they were patriarch and heir... But her? Maybe it was out of courtesy. When they were a little younger, Reyna had always insisted she go with her brother. "We're twins! They have to let us go together!" she would always screech to Uncle. Over the years she grew used to the idea of not always accompanying Desmond to court when he and Uncle would be summoned. That was the way it would always be. So be it. She would still learn the trade and help maintain the house so there would be a seamless transition for when uncle would let the Omdahl heirs take over.
As she walked, her black skirts fluttered around her, and she felt the painful tug of the bodice squeeze at her ribs. Pain was beauty... She could hear her mother's insistent lessons searing her ears. She would grow accustomed to the pain and repress the urges to tear off the layers of clothing that restricted her. She looked to her gold rings and touched her family necklace for a brief moment as the large doors opened for the three Omdahl's to walk through.
The throne room was large, graced with stone pillars and alcoves to contain carvings of mythical creatures. The intent was to intimidate those who had an audience with the king. They would be reminded who had the actual authority in this room. At the end of the room, there was a large set of stained glass windows. The center pane was of a majestic phoenix taking flight, flames bursting from it in every direction. The side panes depicted the ground being burned alive by this creature's glory. Legend had that the royal Frelyd family had a strange magic to transform into this exquisite bird. It was obviously a rare ability that chose the royal family member once every couple centuries. King Lucius showed no signs of having such a magical gift.
King Lucius had himself sitting in a classic red and gold throne. He was quite causal about it too, since he had himself with his back against one harm of the throne, and his feet propped against the other arm of the throne. He looked no older than thirty, and no younger than twenty-five. He was of an average stature, but more on the lean and elegant side. He was young to be a king. Everyone could see that. His hair was a silken auburn. He was enamored with the elven culture, so he grew his hair out to have it be to the small anthem. If he was so in tune with elven culture, he would have shaved his head when the war had started, as was tradition with most elven leaders. His skin was pale, a sign of how he was royal and wealthy enough to keep himself out of the sun where most of the work and toil existed.
Advisors were at his beck and call, and he was a very bright and cunning individual. His blue eyes would always gleam every time he seemed to have to be condescending towards a subject. She always hated having Uncle be alone in the same room as King Lucius. The two were an unholy match of wit, charm, and intellect. A part of her feared that one day, Uncle and the king would get it into their heads that a union between the Frelyd's and Omdahl's could be made with King Lucius and Reyna.
Such a match didn't exactly repulse her. Then again, she would much rather not have to be a pawn and entangle herself into a web of matrimony as complex as a royal family. King Lucius was still unmarried, and he didn't even have extramarital lovers with children to account for. But there was a war. The king was understandably far more interested in dealing with that conflict before dealing with matters close to home.
"A pleasure to see you again, your majesty." Brasinius Omdahl bowed to the sitting king. Desmond and Reyna followed suit to express the unspoken gratitude for the privilege to be called upon by the likes of the king.
"Lord Omdahl," King Lucius took his time to sit up straight, then stand to walk down the couple of steps that elevated his throne, "I trust you're aware that this is no real court matter?"
Uncle laughed a little as he stood straight. "It has something to do with my niece, I'm sure of it." he stated as he gave a glance to her, "Summoning me and Desmond is more of a formality, you wouldn't request the presence of Lady Reyna unless it pertained to her specifically. So I can only assume this is a familial matter."
Uh oh... Uncle was getting that shrewd look in his eye.
"Have you finally gotten around to considering a bridal candidate?"
Reyna felt her blood run cold, she didn't know whether to faint from the shock or just keep herself numbed. There was no way that this could be happening. Sure, she knew marriage would be inevitable, but there didn't seem to be enough people for such an announcement. She glanced to her gloved hands, seeing that they were starting to frost over.
Lucius let out a laugh, light and airy. "When that time comes, I would much rather ask for a private audience with the Lady Reyna." he said, giving a pleasant smile towards her. Oh no. The seed had been planted into the king's mind. "I have a much more pressing issue that requires the need for her set of skills.
She let out a long, soft sigh of relief through her nose. Thank the heavens. She was safe for now. She almost dreaded the thought of her next encounter with him.
"But no, I have a matter to discuss with both House Omdahl, and with House Axelsson."
Brasinius nearly balked at such a statement. "O-Of course, your majesty." he said as best as he could keep himself composed and refined. "What... Pray tell, what kind of matter requires the skills of both my daughter and the likes of House Axelsson?"
"One of which I'd not have to repeat myself, I'm sure you of all people should understand." the king gave him a frivolous, yet strained smile. He sat himself all proper like in his lovely throne. "It'll be worth your time, I promise." he added while he smoothed down his green tunic and adjusted his dark pants for a moment or two.
Reyna knew that she could only hope to keep herself calm and composed. Uncle preferred that she not fraternize with the likes of the other houses. She knew well enough that his endgame was to set his family onto the throne, one way or another. With this war throwing things into chaos, what better way to get something of value than to sneak around while most eyes were averted? King Lucius was no fool. He was enabling Uncle to think and scheme with him. She could only keep her eyes trained on the large doors.
House Axelsson had yet to make their grand entrance.
( I got a little detailed and a bit crazy! I'm on a road trip and naturally that gave me a lot of time to make some meat for the bones! I promise that replies don't have to be this crazy long, maybe three paragraphs or so? Something reasonable cause I figure we have lots of stuff going on with work and all that jazz, lol. If you want to do a build up to where Rasmus comes in, or just pick up and start with Rasmus and whoever is with him to come on into the throne room, have at it! I can work with either approach! )
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Post by dandelion on Jul 1, 2018 18:38:16 GMT -5
{ OMG so much I love it xDD and I missed Reyna ahh~ I hope you’ll forgive me if my post isn’t nearly as large lol! }
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Post by Rivermagic on Jul 1, 2018 19:35:21 GMT -5
(Shushhhhhh I knew I wanted to give some background and explanation for the king and magic! You got this!)
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Post by dandelion on Jul 2, 2018 9:26:01 GMT -5
{ I fell asleep before I could get anything up but I’m making it my personal goal for today to have it finished before bed tonight x”D }
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Post by Rivermagic on Jul 2, 2018 10:09:52 GMT -5
( Works for moi! You got this! I'll even try to make art for this stuff to motivate ya! )
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Post by dandelion on Jul 2, 2018 19:20:56 GMT -5
{ oooh almost done with my post but i'm not sure - would the Axelssons/Rasmus in general be aware of Reyna's powers? :0 }
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Post by Rivermagic on Jul 2, 2018 19:36:35 GMT -5
( Hmmm, I doubt it, given that the Omdahl's likely would want to keep any oddities in their house under wraps, lol )
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Post by dandelion on Jul 2, 2018 20:15:47 GMT -5
{ eeek i hope this is alright xD }
Once House Axelsson received the summons from King Lucius Freyld, there had been no hesitation in their departure for the castle. After all, there was only one thing it could pertain to - the war. This long and bloody war had been going on for far too long, the enemy kingdom a much more formidable and persistent enemy than he had imagined. Perhaps he was to be shipped off to the border - or straight into enemy territory? Or, more worrisome, had something happened to shift the war against them..? The kingdom was already in bad shape, and Rasmus feared their enemies only needed one more advantage to have them all backed into a corner. It wasn’t impossible; he had witnessed some of the fighting himself.
Everyone was aware that Rasmus Axelsson was an accomplished fighter, so it was no surprise that he had participated in, and led, a number of the battles on the border of the two kingdoms. But no farther. A grievous wound - a long and ugly gash from his left rib cage up to his shoulder - he’d received a year ago had taken him out of the fighting for months and returned him home, though it was healed for the most part now. Still, he had heard tales of what happened to the soldiers that went there... Some rarely returned and those that did were so terrified and rattled by the idea of going into battle again that they’d throw themselves on their swords before even considering it. It was troublesome, and he couldn’t deny his curiosity on the matter. Did the king know what those men had seen..?
“You’re brooding again, boy,” A sharp voice, yet half-teasing, drags him out of his thoughts. Rasmus’s green gaze flickered towards the speaker - Thorvald Axelsson, a man of significant power in his own right, clear just from his intimidating face and impressive build. If not for his age and “aching bones”, and the need to look over the household in place of his sadly, less than useful brother, he certainly would’ve thrown himself into battle as well. He had no doubt he’d discussed the matter in detail with His Majesty already.
“Apologies, father. I was just…thinking.”
“Well, look sharp. If Little Lucius wants to see us personally, it can’t be for anything good.” Only his father would dare call a king “little” in his own hall – granted, it hadn’t been to his face at least. Not that there wasn’t a point to it – King Lucius barely looked older than himself.
“Lord Thorvald Axelsson, Lord Rasmus Axelsson, His Majesty will see you – quickly, the others are already here.” The messenger appeared from seemingly nowhere and swept them off for the throne room with little hesitation. But what did he mean by…others? Rasmus cast a curious look at his father as they followed, but the man said nothing and only the furrowing of his thick brows gave indication to his thoughts on the matter.
When the doors to the throne room flew open, the first thing Rasmus noticed was the decadence of it all – the pillars, the stained class, the mythical beasts – and King Lucius Freyld sitting comfortably on his throne. The next thing he noticed was House Omdahl. His eyes flickered from Lord Brasinius to Desmond, but then paused uncertainly on the young lady of the house, Reyna. A woman? He couldn’t help but wonder what the king could possibly want her here for – if this was to be a talk of war, it seemed…wrong to speak of such a difficult, unsightly thing with a lady in attendance.
Regardless of misgivings, Thorvald Axelsson didn’t hesitate to greet the king first.
“Good day to you, Your Majesty,” The big man dipped into a bow, and Rasmus followed suit, before turning toward the other guests. “And good day to you all as well, Lord Omdahl, Desmond, Lady Reyna.”
“So, Your Grace, what is it that you called us all out here for?” Blunt and to the point, the perfect description for his fearless father. Rasmus remained silent by his side, ignoring the Omdahls for now to focus his full attention on the king, and whatever explanation he might have for all of this. Whatever preconceived notions he had about this flew out the window the moment he saw Lady Reyna in the room.
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Post by Rivermagic on Jul 2, 2018 20:24:08 GMT -5
(I love it! I'll make a fun response for it!!!)
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Post by dandelion on Jul 2, 2018 21:34:59 GMT -5
{ kk!! i'll respond as soon as i'm able once you do, but i don't know if it will be as quickly bc 4th of july week at work is gonna be killer x"D }
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Post by Rivermagic on Jul 2, 2018 21:39:50 GMT -5
(Ewww, gross! So true tho! I'll be working the night of the 4th, I know that much *shudders*)
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Post by Rivermagic on Jul 2, 2018 21:46:22 GMT -5
Reyna tensed up at the shear power that seemed to radiate off the two men. Lord Thorvald Axelsson was a man who needed no proof of might. Most knew that he aged, but that age came from experience. Experience usually turned into wisdom, or in his case, recognition. Lord Rasmus Axelsson was a different case. And to think she and him were close in age. Rasmus was a man who seemed to be the spitting image of masculinity. Looking at him now, she was certain that most women swooned for him. It would have been no surprise if he had already had a betrothal in place.
So why did she feel so ill at ease when Lord Rasmus paused his eyes on her?
"Straight to the point, I knew there was a reason I like you Axelsson's so much." King Lucius hummed, clearly pleased. Sure, he knew well enough that there were a handful of nobles who didn't take him seriously. Fine. But who was the one sitting in the throne making sure that these people had land to manage? That's right. Him.
King Lucius knew he would have to get to the point as well.
"Our war is looking grim, Lord Rasmus, you of all people should have some knowledge of what I speak." he stated while looking to his direction. "Our enemy is strong, unnaturally strong. There were reasons I've had to hold your formation back." He slowly stood and clasped his hands behind his back. "Our spies... Or at least what's left of their ramblings... They have reported of the opposing kingdom being ripped into fiery mouths. Unimaginable spawn crawl out from the depths and become their armies."
Brasinius frowned at that, his grizzled face seemed more and more troubled. "Hellspawn? But that would mean-"
"Our neighboring king has thrown himself into a fit of madness and rage in exchange for summoning demons and dark forces to bolster his own armies." King Lucius confirmed with a long, heavy sigh. "And it seems as if all hope is lost if we do not find a solution. Our armies can only be so great. We have tried our hardest to conceal and hide talk of vile creatures being a part of the enemy's forces." he explained while pursing his lips.
Reyna knew that she could not and would not faint from hearing this kind of news. She had already shown enough weakness in having to deal with a potential betrothal. No. She refused to have to show weakness to the likes of House Axelsson. She had apparently as much of a right to be present for this as much as her own family.
"I can only guess you want the skills of Lord Rasmus... But what of my niece?" Brasinius demanded, "Surely you don't intend on putting her on the battlefield?"
Now that would have been an amusing sight to see. A refined, distant lady such as herself among the blood, sweat, and steel of war? It would have made a little bit of sense if she had the gift of metal manipulation. To most houses, she merely lacked any magical talents, just like her twin brother.
King Lucius let out a melodious bit of laughter. "Oh! Heavens no!" he continued to laugh before he soon managed to compose himself. "No. We found something that is paramount to our victory. Legend depicts of a dragon capable of burning away and draining the souls and cursed that have been put onto this physical world." The king was having that gleam to his eyes, much like the kind Uncle would have when having a creative, drunken fever. "A dragon always needs to be subdued and it will give it's service to those strong enough. Lord Rasmus, that dragon's challenger must be you. Your skill in battle is unlike anyone I've seen in my father's armies." he said while standing to face the young lord, unfortunately this meant he had to look up to him.
"You're having my niece go on a quest with the likes of the Axelsson heir to subdue a dragon?" Brasinius looked to his niece, almost worried. Had their own king lost his marbles as well? At this rate, it almost seemed possible.
"Of course I leave one of the best parts out. The dragon has a weakness." the king smiled slowly while shifting his gaze over to the Omdahl lady. He walked to face her and stood nearly eye-level with her. "Lady Reyna, I should hope you've deduced why I am in need of your particular talents." The king had vast knowledge of the magical abilities his subjects were registered for. Of course he would know, but most of the court lacked this intimate insight.
Reyna kept herself silent. She could only look to House Axelsson, almost daring them to object to her presence. It felt painfully obvious to most that she could be a fish out of water. Most didn't even know of her true set of magic. She tended to be seen as a simple lady and would be kept in the background. But after this meeting, she was well aware that most would know how much she was capable of. She stared over to Rasmus Axelsson, almost daring him to question how important and vital she was going to be for such an excursion.
She wanted either Axelsson to demand an explanation, just so she could wipe their presumably condescending looks off their faces.
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Post by dandelion on Jul 3, 2018 21:54:17 GMT -5
{ show em who's boss reyna!! >;u }
Rasmus listened intently to the king’s speech, stoic and still as statue by his father’s side. His brows slightly furrowed and his jaw clenched in that characteristic way of his – a habit when he was upset or thinking, or upset and thinking. The king’s words troubled him in a way he hadn’t anticipated. Certainly, he had seen and participated in the fighting a year prior but… No, of all things he expected to hear today, the last thing would be that the monarch of the enemy kingdom was utilizing eldritch beasts – hellspawn – to join his armies and rip this land apart. It sounded like something out of a fairytale, some fanciful piece of literature his little sister might’ve read when she was younger…but he knew, especially these days, that the mythical was often truth. In a world where people were born with magical abilities and all sorts of foreign things roamed the land, demons were far from being completely unimaginable.
The only thing he couldn’t understand was: why?
Why would the enemy king all but destroy himself just to defeat them in such a way? There was no honor in it, and Rasmus felt sick with disgust. Desperation or cowardice, he didn’t know, but it was wrong no matter the reasoning behind it.
“Gods,” he heard his father swear.
Both father and son briefly turned their attention onto Lady Reyna as Brasinius inquired about her. Indeed – Rasmus could see why he had to be here, with his battle experience, but her? He still couldn’t shake his discomfort at the thought of her listening to all this talk of demons and war, and he had to wonder if she felt as sick at the idea as he did. If she did, at least she had the courtesy not to faint on them.
King Lucius Freyld’s laughter was disquieting, and he could sense his father’s impatience as they waited for the man to get to the point. When he did, they were not disappointed. A dragon. So he was to best a dragon now? Some men would’ve balked at the idea, but Rasmus wouldn’t lie: he was anxious to get back into the fighting, especially when his kingdom needed him now more than ever. It was said that Rasmus Axelsson never smiled, except for when he was swinging down the sword. He wouldn’t say the rumor held any truth (it was ridiculous) but it was an amusing thought. Regardless, man or demon or dragon, he would be ready to serve.
That still left the question of the Lady Reyna, however…it was clear she was called to be here with her family for a reason. He didn’t want to imagine she would have to come with him – not her, all cold elegance in her silken dress. She was the spitting image of a noblewoman. Too soft, too delicate, for traveling and fighting…he didn’t want to end up having her blood on his hands.
Rasmus eyed the King as he swept from him to the lady in question, an impish gleam in the monarch’s eyes. A weakness, he said..? What was he speaking of, and why was looking at her like there was some shared secret between them?
A bark of laugher broke his concentration, and then Thorvald Axelsson spoke.
“Lady Reyna has as pretty as face as any, but I don’t think a dragon will be so smitten with it, Your Grace. Enough of this playing,” Rasmus felt a strong hand briefly clap his shoulder, heard the confidence in his father’s voice. “Whatever House Omdahl has to offer, you don’t need it. Send my boy out with an army and they’ll bring the beast back kicking and screaming, I promise you that. No need to drag the poor woman through this.”
“I agree. Please, Your Grace,” Rasmus was speaking now, meeting Reyna’s surprisingly, daring gaze, “I mean no disrespect to Lady Reyna, but I would rather handle this task without her. Frankly, it isn’t safe and she has never seen war…I don’t want to be the one to expose her to it. And I’d hate to think of what could happen to her out there. It’s not…a lady’s place. Tell me the dragon’s weakness, and I’ll do what I must to exploit it.”
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Post by Rivermagic on Jul 3, 2018 21:59:13 GMT -5
(HNGHHGH You Axelsson boys are gonna get iiiit! Heheheheh, I can't wait to write a response for them to have them shook XD)
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Post by dandelion on Jul 4, 2018 9:37:10 GMT -5
{ yaaaas xD }
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Post by Rivermagic on Jul 6, 2018 0:33:02 GMT -5
King Lucius soon looked back to the Axelsson men. They were not laughing at what he had proposed, but they may as well have been. He really should have seen such a thing come to light. Most nobles considered him lax, but he seemed perfectly fine with such accusations. As long as they were amused, this meant that the king could at least pull himself back to contemplate his next move. His next move counted on the cooperation of the houses.
"Lady Reyna, I believe you must enlighten this room about the capabilities of a woman." the king sighed dramatically. A part of him had been hoping for this to go a lot smoother. Alas, parties would always need proof of something for some reason.
Of course a request from the king was all she needed. She glanced to her uncle, who now had a very smug, and prideful look on his features. Even Desmond was struggling to hold back laughter towards House Axelsson.
Reyna closed her eyes to properly focus, the room seemed to drop several degrees before she let out an exhale of warm air to be visible. Then she lifted up her hand, proceeding to draw ice from the air and form multiple shards that seemed to float in mid air. She opened her eyes, which seemed a little brighter now, to look back to Lord Rasmus. Was he scared of her yet? A part of her hoped so. A smirk came to her features as she moved her hand outwards towards an ugly statue of a gargoyle. Ice hit stone and the statue was reduced to crumpled rubble. Silence filled the room as she relaxed herself so that the room could be allowed to return to a temperate level.
"Still think she isn't needed?" Brasinius chuckled as he came to his niece's side. "The dragon's weakness is obviously ice. I doubt you're going to find anyone else that is capable of this magic, and can control it well." he sent a challenging glare towards Lord Thorvald.
"The phrase, "when the underworld freezes over" can almost be applied to this dragon." King Lucius clapped his hands in delight, "The dragon works best when its wings are operational, but freezing and weighing them down may just be enough to give our Lord Rasmund the upper hand." he explained. "Oh please, Lady Reyna, I'd hate for you to be all quiet and sullen with us menfolk discussing something you'll be a part of."
Reyna smiled slightly, "I know what is needed of me." she said before looking back to her counterpart for this theoretical quest. "That is, if the other party is aware of this." Maybe she was being a little snide and mocking. This was a crucial part of the war. She knew that much. Of course she was well aware of her military inexperience. Lord Rasmus would make up for that, right? She knew enough to keep herself alive.
The last thing she needed was for anyone else to doubt her further.
"When will you have us start?" she tilted her head to the side. Naturally she would need to prepare herself and grow accustomed to what this would entail. Maybe it was indecent for her to be traveling with him. Had she been a man, it would entail different circumstances. Oh well.
King Lucius tapped his chin, looking to be deep in thought. "At your earliest convenience? Ideally tomorrow morning." he admitted, "I can arrange to see that you are properly packed with provisions and funds for the journey, and when you subdue the beast..." he moved to hand Rasmus a scroll of paper, "Just read off the scroll for a traveling spell so you'll return in a flash with the dragon in tow." he said with a bright and eager grin. "Oh, isn't this just exciting?"
Reyna gave the king a curtsy, "It's a privilege to be tasked with this mission, your majesty."
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Post by dandelion on Jul 6, 2018 10:04:29 GMT -5
{ rasmus is shook by the sass coming off reyna rn xDD i'll hopefully get a response in tonight! if not, then sometime this weekend for sure! }
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Post by Rivermagic on Jul 6, 2018 10:06:32 GMT -5
(MWAHAHAHAHA, sounds like a plan!)
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Post by Rivermagic on Jul 6, 2018 19:34:41 GMT -5
( I don't even know if this pic will send out, but I've done some sketches for Reyna! <3 )
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Post by dandelion on Jul 6, 2018 20:53:18 GMT -5
{ omg sketchy reyna!! i didn't know you were an artist? xD i'm digging the detail in the jaw structure and neck!! }
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Post by Rivermagic on Jul 6, 2018 20:57:15 GMT -5
( Heheheheheheh, there's more where that came from too! I love my pencil sketches so much I cry a little when I ink them over cause it doesn't feel like it's done justice XD. More to come, like this (tbh I'm crap with height differences anyway)
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Post by dandelion on Jul 6, 2018 21:10:45 GMT -5
{ OMGGGG i seriously love your anatomy holy heck. teach me your ways xD }
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Post by Rivermagic on Jul 6, 2018 21:35:32 GMT -5
( I use Pinterest for reference, it's a very good teacher! )
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Post by dandelion on Jul 6, 2018 22:19:33 GMT -5
{ oooh pinterest! i just use it to make too many character boards oops haha }
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Post by Rivermagic on Jul 6, 2018 22:20:27 GMT -5
(Oooooooo! Character boards are nice! I have too many myself XD)
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Post by dandelion on Jul 7, 2018 7:46:28 GMT -5
{ooh what’s your user on there, if you don’t mind me asking? unless it’s a personal account then nvm lol got about half of my post done. I’ll try to finish the rest tonight but I’ve got company coming over so we’ll see how it goes c”x }
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