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Thread: The Queen and The Priestess (Lauralin and MewMew)

Lauralin made the long trip to Leah, the Kingdom that bordered Dragonsreach to the south. She rode on Lightfoot, chatting with Baghtru as she rode. They arrived at the gates of Leah and rode through, heading toward the small castle that had served the family of Leah for generations. Once they reached it's doors they were halted and she dismounted, identifying herself. Lauralin is 5'5 and thin. She has flame red hair and bright, emerald, green eyes. Her hair is long, ending about an inch above the ground, but it has the unnerving habit of moving on it's own. She has a slight upward caste to her eyebrows that, along with her small pointed ears, denotes her Elven heritage. Lauralin has the beautiful face of her elven heritage and the curves of her human ancestors. She wears a long blue tunic over which she wears a sash with the Defenders symbol, soft leather breeches, high soft boots and a belt as well as a hooded cloak. The symbol is a silver oakleaf in the center of which is a red ball of flame. Through the center of the ball of flame is a fist, punching it's way through and beneath the fireball, on the leaf, is the word 'Defenders'. She's wearing a backpack, under which is her quiver and over which is her double recurve bone short bow. She has a red dragonscale scabbard on her back with 'Silverlief' embroidered in silver along its length holding a longsword. On her right hip is a white dragonscale scabbard holding a second longsword and under that is her short sword in a normal leather scabbard. On her left hip is a third longsword in a black dragonscale scabbard and a sheath with her yellow flecked dagger. A purple stone orbits her head and the clear pendant on the chocker chain is around her neck. There was another chain around her neck, but the necklace hangs under her tunic. If exposed it's her groups Defender symbol. The leaf is of jade. The fireball is of rubies. The fist is of diamonds and the word Defenders is in platinum. She has six large and six small belt pouches, three of each on each side. She wears a silver ring on her middle finger, left hand and a steel ring on her middle finger right hand. She carries a water skin on her right shoulder. Her bodyguard wears a suit of full plate, spiked armor that looks spattered with old blood. The full helm hides his face, although two red eyes can be seen looking out from the slit along the front. He, too, carries a longsword on each hip. He has an underslung short sword on his left side and a large battleaxe on his back. A heavy mace hangs from his right hip. He looks broad, very wide at the shoulders, though hes only about an inch or two taller than the Queen herself. They are led into the castle and the Kings adviser verifies who she is, then they're led to adjoining rooms so the bodyguard will always be close by. There they are left to themselves while the adviser informs the King of her arrival.
Thread: The Queen and The Priestess (Lauralin and MewMew)

The king was gratified by Queen Lauralin's arrival from Dragonsreach. He was dying to meet her. She was a queen of wealth, beauty, skill, and live in the finest lands of the entire continent. The king wanted her stay to be enjoyable. More so, he wouldn't mind if his son court the queen either. More the merrier he say! It will make them have even more wealth. To show his utter hospitality, the king went to meet Queen Lauralin in person. Greeting, milady, how are you doing? He asked. Queen Lauralin looked beautiful just as the king would imagined her to be. Come this way, you must be weary and hungry from your journey, follow me. The King of Leah beckoned. For this reason, the king had his servants made a brunch for his guests to make themselves comfortable in the garden. The garden was absolutely beautiful! All types of flowers, fruits, shrubs, and vegetables was planted in the enormous garden. Plus there was a water fountain as well. Upon they arrival Lauralin when see a young man, whom, looked exactly like the king but a younger first. Only difference between the king and young man is that young man had hazel eyes, disheveled black hair all over the place, stood 5'7, and had a sturdy, muscular physique. Dressed in simple dark tunic and boots to go with the outfit. Come Rolf, let me introduce you to Queen Lauralin. The king called his eldest and only son over. Rolf quickly walked over to his father, looked at Queen Lauralin from head to toe. Remarkably true that Queen Lauralin was the beautiful woman he has ever laid his eyes. Greetings, milady, it is pleasure to meet you. Rolf said as he lower his knee on ground and carefully room Lauralin's hand, planted a kiss on it before looking up at her. Let me introduce you to my daughter as well.. where would that girl be possibly be? The king wondered momentarily. Father, over here! Hands waved frantically in the air, voice chiming like bell melodiously, appeared a woman with great beauty. Unlike , her father and brother, she had brown slightly unkempt brown hair, adorned with blue eyes and fair complexion. Her brother and father was slightly tan. She wore a simple long white dress with thin scraps and no shoes on whatsoever. Micah, dear where forget about for now please introduce yourself to Queen Laurelin. Gesturing for her daughter to come over to him. Pleasure to mwet you, milady, I am Princess Micah but please call me Mica. She introduced herself, politely then beamed vibrantly at the red haired Queen.
Thread: The Queen and The Priestess (Lauralin and MewMew)

Lauralin lost her breath for a moment as she looked at the beautiful woman, the King's son all but forgotten. It's Queen Silverlief, the burly bodyguard informed them. And I'm Baghtru Uth Matar, he added. You can call me Laura, she said to the woman. Laura's voice was had that elven accent that made it so pleasant to listen to. But there was an undertone as well that demanded the listener pay attention, even an urging to do anything she said. Please, Micah, she added, smiling at the beautiful woman. Yes, KING LEAH, it's very nice to meet you, Baghtru said and Laura tore her eyes from Micah. Yes, Lauralin added, I am most honored to make your acquaintance, she said to the King, reaching out to shake his hand. She looked at Rolf, Well met, she told him. Yep, well met, Rolf, Baghtru said, Sooo son of King Leah huh? Must be interesting. Baghtru's voice was deep and rumbling, almost like rocks being ground together and his red eyes never stopped moving, always looking for danger. Laura had forgotten about that with the beautiful Princess arriving on the heels of his introduction.
Thread: Two swords are better then one (kinkyBunny/Legion)

The one thing that Luthian had to be grateful for was the fact that all of her more delicate work was safe. Luthian could accomplish things with stealth and finesse, that brute force and explosions couldn't handle if Catraya's life depended on it. She really thought for a moment about just walking away, however backing out of a contract endorsed by the king was quite ill advised. The truly worst part of this job was the fact that there was nothing to go off of for what they'd be going up against. No one had even been sent in to recover the bodies so that it could be determined what might have killed them, be it weapon or beast. The door closed behind them with a bit of a booming like clap, and she looked back and just rolled her eyes back before accepting the situation. She would have grabbed a torch, but Catraya seemed to have the whole light situation covered. Her torches might need to be a backup, even mages ran out of fuel at some point. She looked at the map, she didn't have to like working with Cat, just tolerate it long enough to get the job done. If we can get that far in, I can take a look at the bodies that the king's men have seen fit to just leave rotting. the main cavern of the catacombs was a wide room with a tall cavern ceiling, the far walls had tunnels drilled in that branched down into the earth and would spider out. Let's get going halfie, I want to have some kind of an idea what the hell we're up against before it finds us. She looked once more at the map and matched up a tunnel off to the left. She made her way up to the entrance and pulled out a dagger, marking the tunnel wall with an arrow of the direction they were going to go. She looked back at Cat, who was looking at her then the map and back at her like the elf was taking nonsensical actions. What? We have the map for now, it gets wet, burned, or god if we're looking for a beast and it gets swallowed up we'll want a backup way to find our way back. She shrugged. Come on halfie, after you. You're the one with the light after all. she said putting the dagger back in her boot and pulling her crossbow.
Thread: Looking for an IM partner interested in short-term, smut RPs.

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Thread: Scouts of the Inquisition (Alvis & Sync)

Loriel looked up at the voice that sounded near her. Finally, someone letting her know just what she was supposed to be doing. The man human, of course had a neutralno, almost welcomingexpression on his face, the expression more-or-less matching the tone of the voice that accompanied it. He was wearing what looked like standard armour, carried a dagger at his hip and a small blade on his other hipor at least she thought he was. Might have just been a trick of the light, what blades she imagined him carrying. She nodded, wiped her nose clean of rain drops again, picked up her staff, and slowly stood up. Loriel, she announced in a small, uncertain voice. LorielFihrallen. She felt the small catch in her voice like she was about to declare herself without clan. She may as well be. You said Lieutenant Harding has orders for us? She followed the man Garret, hed said his name was to the small fire not too far off. She was aware of her boots falling on the spongy ground if there was solid, rocky ground, she was managing to so far find every space without it. Her robes, now quite effectively soaked, were clinging to her and making it a little more difficult to move in, but not so much that she was actually being hampered. As they walked, she slung her staff over her shoulder the small strap was also magical, to match the staff, and slung over her shoulder in much the same manner as a bowman would sling his bow, but when the staff was grabbed for use, the strap would disappear, only to again appear when the staff needed to be secured. It was part of the curiosity that was a mages staff no-one except those who crafted staves knew how they worked, and some suspected even the craftsmen themselves didnt know. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she approached the fire with Garret. She was actually going on a real mission, and she was going to be expected to support these people they might end up relying on her. She wasnt sure she could do this, but this was where the Inquisition had sent her, and Harding had apparently determined this was where she was going to be best used. If only they knew that she had no real experience outside the Tower shed only completed her Harrowing a couple of weeks ago! Then she caught sight of the man who would apparently be leading them he was much taller than she, and seemed to be almost as wide as she was tall. Wrapped in hides and furs and small bladesshe may have been in a Tower for most of her life, but she recognised this one from what studies she remembered from her clan, and she just knew that this was going to be a Bad Idea. As tempting as it might have been to turn away, she steeled herself she needed to push through this. She stopped and pushed a lock of rain-soaked hair from her forehead. We have orders, Sergeant? she asked in a quiet and flat voice.
Thread: Scouts of the Inquisition (Alvis & Sync)

Disa looked up frorm his fire, seeing the approach of his team. He listened to the new arrival speak, adn took her in. By all the Gods adn their Mothers, she was a slight thing. She looked like he could break her in half, but then perhaps that was being unkind. When you were that height, then there was only so much you could do to offset that. He picked out the way her robes had clearly not been treated for the weather. He saw a point of iron near her legs, had amoment of wondering if against all odds he had a spear carrying scout. But no, the clothes, the build, and the crystal capping off the staff told him what he needed to know. I asked for another scout to join my team, and I'm given a knife-eared robe? Disa asked, checking the antler blade again, before rubbing a little grease intot he blade to help seal it from the elements. Once done, he homed it in a sheath near his knee. Garret swallowed. It wasn't a secret that Disa had some issues with elves at time, and a few with mages, but this was more pronounced. There were few magesw that didn't take exception to the term 'robe', and no elf yet born took the name 'knife ear' easily. Sir- Garret started, but Disa cut him off. Her clan? Disa demanded, looking right at Garret. Sir, she's right here, she can- Clan name, Scout. Garret sighed. Fihrallen sir. Oh, wonderful, my day keeps getting better and better. Disa groused, standing up from the fire, pushing hte fur off of his arms. The hide armour that was on his upper arms seemed ringed with bands of steel, each of them looking a little different. Garret had seen this before, adn knew what they were. Trophy rings, each one said to be hammered out of the blade of a worthy foe that Disa had felled. As he was standing, and looking at the newly arrived elf, a hand was absently trailing along his abdomen, like he was retracing the ghostly echoes of a sensation. So tell me now Robe, are you Harding's idea of a joke? Or are your skills far past your look? Because you look like you're barely out of the womb. So what is it you're specialized in? Fire won't be terribly helpful in all this damp and chill. Cold would be a winner, and lightning is always practical. Or did they send me a healer, which is useful in and of itself. So what can I expect from you? What can I count on you for? Disa asked, folding his arms over his chest, keepign his back straight, taller than either of the men, but towering over the soaked and bedraggled looking elf.
Thread: Scouts of the Inquisition (Alvis & Sync)

Oh, that stung. Loriel was sure the man couldnt be any more negative about her if he tried. It was hard exceedingly hard to form a good First Impression of a person when that persons opening words were insults. It didnt help that the man was right about her on many levels, but hed gotten her hackles up the moment hed finished his first sentence. Garret, she thought, was embarrassed for heron her behalf. Clearly the scout didnt hold the same attitudes as their sergeant or, if he did, he was more discreet about it. Loriel felt the annoyance rise to the surface, and she wasnt able or inclined, now to try and keep it down. She felt her right hand clench into a small, tight fist as she responded in a quiet, but heated, voice. My skills are more supportive and defensive, she hissed angrily. You are right that Im young, but that does not make me useless or incapable. My staff generates bolts of electricity to damage or stun. I can provide some healing, and I can create barriers that can protect against the attacks of your foes. And if you can keep a civil tongue in that thick shem head of yours, I might even let you benefit from my skills. She might have looked almost comical, as she stared up angrily at a man who was close to a full foot taller than her and easily twice both her width and mass, raindrops falling off the tip of her nose, her light-grey robes darkened with the soaking of the rainthe idea that she might have looked silly apparently hadnt occurred to her. All she knew was that he was right that she was barely old enough to have experience of any worth, she didnt have any kind of useful experience, and she was angry enough that shed prove him wrong or die trying. Now, you can accept that Im in your group as additional support, or you can run away and complain to Lieutenant Harding. Which will it be, shem ?
Thread: Scouts of the Inquisition (Alvis & Sync)

Garett stared at Loriel for a moment. It was hard to say if the words she'd chosen were the perfect option, or one that would end up with her nursing a broken jaw. Disa was sometimes hard to predict, especially around elves. The scout shifted slightly, not wanting to be in the line of fire if this went badly. Disa simply cocked his head to one side, taking in the sight of this wisp of a girl standing her ground. He threw his head back and barked out a laugh. When he looked at her once more there was a smile on his face. Oh, and the Robe has some spirit to her! Good, that alone may keep you alive in this place knife-ear! He announced. His smile fell then, and he unfolded his arms, his face and tone taking on a deadly serious regard. But know, if my words offend you spellbind, Tel'abelas . As he finished that last, both of the other scouts blinked in surprise. Of all the things they had expected to hear from Disa, a phrase spoken in well enunciated Elvish was not one of them. Given his disdain for them, it seemed odd that he might be well acquainted enough to speak a language that most elves did not. You are now a part of a military force knife-ear, your personal opinions and feelings are completely without merit. If those feelings cause you to withhold support that this team would benefit from, then you will have become nothing more than a liability, which is exactly what I expect of you. And if you do not support the team, the team does not support you, and tell me now, which do you think is most needing of support? Disa asked, his tone making it clear that he knew the answer, and didn't rightly expect one from her. He turn, and gripped the long haft of his flat blade, and pulled it from the ground. No ring of metal came, only the quiet of the newly disturbed earth pulled free by the blade. The guard on the blade slotted into a pair of hooks the hung at Disa's shoulders, hanging without a sheathe on his back. Now then. All three of you. Fall in. We have work to do. Disa waved a hand, and started to advance inot the Mire, not looking back to see if the others followed him. Garret nodded at the last few pieces of the Disa's speech. Not pleasant, but true. The team lived or died by the ability to support one another. He made a fast check of himself, confirming his gear, before nodding to the hunter among them. That man had his bow out, and was stalking after their over-sized sergeant. Well then Loriel, shall we? He asked with a faint smile, his tone faintly teasing, but also encouraging. He winked at her a moment, adn then began his advance into the Mire. Time to go to work.
Thread: Scouts of the Inquisition (Alvis & Sync)

Loriel was at least gratified the man found her spirit not lacking. But there was no way hed done anything like give her confidence that he was a good man. He might be a good soldier, but he was not a good personand to Loriel, that made all the difference. He hadnt asked for her name beyond her clan, hadnt bothered to give her the names of the rest of their troop, and his only words to her were insulting and denigrating. Howeverhed clearly had some extended contact with elves before, given his slight use of the elven language whether he knew more, or only knew a few choice phrases, time would tell. If she cared to find out. It was surprising enough that he knew that phrase. Garret, thoughshe was warming to him, if only in a personal way. Hed tried to defend her against their sergeant, tried to be at the least neutral towards her, if not friendlythis Garret she could work with. The other scout, the one with the bow, had barely looked at her throughout the entire interaction, possibly in agreement with their sergeants general demeanour towards both elves and mages. If their sergeants attitude towards her didnt improve, shed speak to Harding later about a new assignment. Surely the Inquisition, fledgling as it was, would have uses for a healer mage. For a moment she hesitated, as the sergeant and Bow-man stalked off, followed by Garret. A second of indecision should she follow? It was tempting not to. Butthat would look bad if she didnt. She could probably blame the sergeant, say he didnt want her on the team that wouldnt be a lie, for while his words barely accepted her, his attitude fully rejected her. But Garrethe didnt deserve to be abandoned just because his sergeant was an ass. She sighed softly, checked her staff was still secured over her shoulders, then moved on to catch up with Garret. The ground was wet, a little soggy, yielding to footfalls but not enough to try and trap boots. Her robe was long enough that it was dragging through the wet grass, just making the garment wetter than it already wasif that was possible. As she caught up to Garret she brought her hand up to her nose and mouth to muffle another sneeze, then she fell into step beside the man. He is lenalas lathdin , she muttered with annoyance as she matched the scouts stride there was no disguising the fact that her words had been intended as an insult. Sorry, she added quickly, her glance flicking towards the man next to her. Your sergeant does not hold any regard for me. Have you known him long?
Thread: Scouts of the Inquisition (Alvis & Sync)

Disa kept moving, taking int he surrounding area, picking out the features fo the land. Narrow bands of 'dry' land, small islands off into the waters, easily reached since the water wasn't more than knee deep in most places. But then again, the Fallow Mire was a dangerous place under most circumstances, since the Breach it had become much more dangerous. He saw a form moving out in the waters, and held up a hand to slow the rest fo the team. He pointed to the form, and then gestured, directing them around it. It staggered like an undead, and while there was only one of them, he had no desire to go after it and potentially attract however many more of them might be out there. Cutting across the ground brought his feet into contact with firmer ground, something solid. The old trade road, still running through the Mire. It wasn't maintained, but it was still used often enough to keep it usable to most. It would provide easier movememtn, but it would also leave them more exposed. Nothing for it. Disa led them forward along the road. Garret sighed at the question. Not long. Long enough to know him some. There is...history between him and the Dalish, and he carries it closer than might be wisest. Garret said quietly, a political way of saying that he didn't agree with Disa's stance, but perhaps did understand it.