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Post by flamerune on Jan 25, 2018 16:38:56 GMT -5
. Tyler Stephens .
Tyler was exhausted, to say the least. His brother, King Lex had been hovering over his shoulder about the elves for days. The younger brother hated this. He felt like the elves should be left along, and his brother was practically inviting a rebellion against him. Tyler had told his brother what he had thought, repeatedly, only to be yelled at. A young soldier, a blonde haired man by the name of Tobias, walked up to Tyler, “Sir?” The soldier looked at his commander, his bright blue eyes wide. “Some of the other guys want to spar. I was told to come and make sure you were alright with it.” Tobias bit his lip nervously.
Tyler smiled down at the younger man, his intense gray eyes sparkling, “Yes, you may all spar. Just be careful.” He commanded, “Tell Bryan to go with you, he needs to work on his swordplay.” Tobias nodded, turning and running off. The royal sighed heavily, running his fingers through his messy black hair. Tyler turned around, facing the map laid out on his desk. The man stared down at the map, studying where the human’s territory ended and the elves’ territory began. Tyler ran his finger over the territory line, frowning deeply. “This is not going to be easy, Lex.” He mumbled to himself, “We don’t know how many men are in their army, or what their army consists of.” He ran his hand over his face, sitting down on the bench and staring down at the map, anger written over his features.
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 25, 2018 20:58:00 GMT -5
I have work tonight but I'll try to get up Cady's starter tomorrow!))
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Post by Percival de Rolo III on Jan 26, 2018 10:59:03 GMT -5
(Yeah what are the elves doing currently anyway? Do we have a subplot for that yet? Or do we even need one?)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jan 26, 2018 15:13:59 GMT -5
[ hm ]
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tenny
please talk me into doing homework
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Post by tenny on Jan 28, 2018 15:37:58 GMT -5
.Alphonse Gartanison .
It didn't take long before Alphonse realized he had to visit the Alchemist if he wanted to know more about this 'celebratory party'. If anyone knows anything about anything, it's her. Believe it or not, Auri Carqen and killing her would be much harder than he had initially anticipated. That being said, she must die, not today, not tomorrow, but mark his words: Auri Carqen will die soon after the death of King Lex.
The assassin quickly sneaked out the front door of 'his' house. He felt eyes boring holes in the back of his head. The street rats here sure like to stare, they didn't speak much, but if you gave them the right amount of coin and they'll squeal on everyone and everything. It didn't matter though, Al didn't feel the slightest bit threatened by these serfs, they knew just by looking what he was capable of. He made his way through the city, the clouds overhead looked heavy with precipitation, so he traveled faster. He didn't want to get caught in the rain on the way there, let alone on the way back.
Eventually the Alchemist's shop was in sight, he had made his way to the edge of the forest and it appeared as if he was the only one currently visiting the shop. He knocked on the light wooden door, one singular rap of his knuckles, a sort of ritual at this point. Al stepped in without a word, removing his hood, a sly grin on his face.
He raised his eyebrow at her rather 'boisterous' welcome, she wasn't that enthusiastic of a shop owner. The assassin stared her down, as if to ask what she was hiding, after all that was his job. "Secrets secrets are no fun, secrets secrets hurt someone." He said, his golden colored eyes sparkling with amusement. However he decided not to press the matter, whatever it was, he was sure it had something to do with the elves.
Alphonse stared around the shop, tracing his fingers along the wooden table to his left, his eyes darting everywhere. "What are you working on, Auri?" He questioned, taking a seat at that same table. He crossed his legs and brought his gaze to meet hers. The silver haired man wondered if he made her uncomfortable, he hoped he did. He did enjoy putting others on edge, as if he was a cat toying with a mouse.
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 28, 2018 16:59:26 GMT -5
Wow I totally forgot that starter I promised you guys, sorry bout that! I'll try to have something up in a bit for the elves))
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 28, 2018 18:04:48 GMT -5
.Cadence Parker .
If there was one thing that Cady hated, it was the feeling of being trapped. The feeling of being surrounded, of having no way out. Of course, that meant that her current situation was rather uncomfortable. However, she refused to let herself believe that all hope was lost, for the moment that she did so would be the very moment that the war was lost.
The young elf sat up high, perched upon a branch near the edge of the wood high above the forest floor. From her vantage point, she had a clear view out over the moorland, stretching out toward the king's castle, just visible in the distance. As a child, she had run and played on that moor, along with many of her brethren. The elves had called this place home for far longer than anyone alive could remember. Her mother and father, and theirs, and theirs before that, had spent generation upon generation building their lives and making their homes here, even before humans had set foot anywhere near it, which made it all the more insulting for Lex to stroll in thinking that he could take it for his own. The forest in which she now made her home was a terribly small part of what had once belonged to her people, and yet now it was all that they had.
As usual, the very thought filled her with rage, which did nothing to help her aching head. She was sick and tired of being hunted like an animal, and she was sick and tired of listening to her most trusted advisors bicker like children over how to handle the situation. Many of them thought it would be best for the elves to just leave and make do elsewhere. Cady had protested this notion from the moment that it had been brought up. She had never been one to run from her problems. Besides, to simply allow Lex to win the war would be the highest insult of all. She would die before she gave the king the satisfaction of knowing she had given up.
For a while, the young princess gazed out over the moorland, keeping her attention pinned on the area near the castle. After her most recent attempt to take back control-- which had been quite disastrous-- the elves were vulnerable. If the king planned on attacking, she wanted to know about it long before his men got anywhere near the forest. She had set up a watch, to keep an eye on things, but so far Lex had not made any moves. Hopefully, things would remain quiet, at least for a while, to give her admittedly understaffed army time to recover. Not a single warrior had returned from the battlefield unscathed; Cady's own shoulder burned from where a sword's blade had slashed it, and she knew that many of her troops had fared far worse. Many had not returned at all, a wound that stung far worse than any battlefield injury.
Finally, deciding that she had sat her post long enough, the princess stirred. She was beginning to feel restless, though the time she had spent alone had left her feeling calmer than she had before. She would find someone else to resume her post for her while she, undoubtedly, suffered through yet another argument.
To her surprise, the climb down from the tree was much more difficult than the upward climb. Her shoulder had stiffened while she kept watch, and there were multiple instances where the pain made her wince (she now understood why she had been advised against climbing up the tree to begin with). It was a relief when her feet finally hit the ground, and she was able to retrieve her sword from where she had stashed it under a twisted root. With a sigh, she began to make her way back toward the center of the wood, where the majority of her people had found makeshift living quarters out of branches and leaves. She felt slightly sheepish when she noticed civilians turning to watch her return, as if she had been doing something wrong. It wasn't like any of them would ever try to tell her what to do, but even so, as she approached the small hut where she herself had been staying, she almost expected someone to storm out and start chastising her misbehavior.
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jan 28, 2018 20:45:49 GMT -5
[ yo, can I claim the Queen's Mother? ]
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jan 29, 2018 10:01:58 GMT -5
Dowager Queen Vasilisa56 | Female | Heterosexual APPEARANCE: Facial features, physicality, height, attire, etc.
PERSONALITY: Desires, fears, tendencies, moods, morals, etc.
HISTORY/OTHER: Background (optional), anything else you want to include
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