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[ 89] Azaros: Family
Sat Nov 6 22:43:10 2010
To: Jinquil Drondon Nianica Yaviel
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"The Lady knows, they do as they please. "
The words practically brought back his rather impish self, before he lowered
his head with a faint smile playing at the edge of his lips. Always such a
pleasure, this table. Azaros' back was straight. He was uncomfortable.
And yet, all he could think of were dinners with his mother. Or that spare
visit from his father, Yakei.
Ill'antha had been colder to him than any, but she had also taught him the
refinement required of his family. Luhta'zair. It was more than a mere
surname. It was a curse and a blessing. Straightening, Azaros swept a hand
through his hair, drawing it back against his skull, highlighting the lines
and edges of his angular face before letting it fall back across his
features.
Running a tongue across the pointed canines decorating his mouth, Azaros
glanced from Drondon to Llorana and back again before averting his eyes,
shielding them from his mother-in-law with long locks of pink-and-crimson
tinged bangs. He had sworn all sorts of vile things to Drondon, the ways he
was going to make this trip hell for him. That wasn't something he could
bring himself to do.
The slap had taken him back. Reminded of a time where cold stone walls and
his skull had met forcefully, after a few too many choice words directed his
mother's way. That had been the day he'd had her remanded into custody on a
whim. A childish whim, at that. And now she lay dead, a cold ghost of her
former self. Yet a self-righteous one. Still, she haunted those who knew
her, whether they realized it or not.
Another look at his wife, Jinquil. A small, stunted smile as he considered
her facial features before reaching out to place a hand atop her shoulder,
lightly brushing the skin behind her ear with his thumb. This was a Home.
It was a Family. Perhaps his dead mother was the end of the "Luhta'zair
curse." Perhaps the name could be respected again.
His head lifted and Azaros' grey-green eyes fixated on his mother-in-law,
ever-watching, mostly silent.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Jinquil Sha'qelas Dalar
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Eyes: crystal blue Hair: multihued auburn
Skin: fair peachy gold Hair Length: to her waist
Build: willow lithe Hair Texture: wind blown waves
Face: angular features Tattoo: an elven rune
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Profession: Defender of Sha'falas Age: 112 Sex: Female
Husband: Azaros
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The object of your attention is a woman, relatively young.
The attire that covers her tall and willow curved frame is simple but well
made and clean. A fur trimmed and hooded cloak, forest green in color,
floats about her slender body from an emerald brooch at her throat. Her
black tunic conforms to her torso in a clinging but comfortable fit. The
sleeveless cut exposes the leanly muscled length of her arms. Upon her left
forearm, a leather studded arm guard of thick cloth molds itself
protectively to her skin. Flowing, mesh-like pants of brown cloth flutter
loosely about her long legs before tucking into a pair of battered,
chocolate hued leather boots. Upon the fore finger of her left hand,
Jinquil wears a signet ring of vallenwood carved about an emerald gemstone.
A wide strap crosses her chest diagonally, supporting the leather,
arrow-filled quiver that rests upon her back.
A wealthy mane of multihued auburn strands cascade in feathered waves to her
waist. The strands on either side are swept back from her face and braided
in an intricate pattern, the style further accentuating the sharply angular,
sculpted features of her face. The style also reveals the elongated points
to otherwise dainty ears. The copper touched auburn shade accentuates the
warmed golden hue of her skin, the combination giving evidence of some time
spent beneath the sun. Her defined features radiate youth, the faint blush
of her cheeks near to hiding the delicate brush of copper flecks that spill
across the bridge and the softly lilting tip of her nose. Brows are thin,
dark slashes above the tilted ovals of her eyes. Thick lashes curl to shade
the deep crystal blue orbs that hold her emotions expressively, varying both
in intensity and hue with each change of her mood. Supple lips seem
naturally inclined to curve up at the ends in a small smirk.
Background:
Born of a not-so-humble merchant family, Jinquil and her two older
sisters, were raised among the higher echelons of Shalonesti's society.
They were largely a traveling family and often visited the great cities of
Althainia and New Thalos, even daring a few rare trips to the kingdom of
Arkane, all in the name of business. Thus, she grew with a worldly
experience that most of her peers did not share and took on adventurous
qualities somewhat unbecoming of a Shalonesti elf. This, in part, lead her
to take up life within the kingdom proper as a part of the most prestigious
House:
* Sha'falas
* Recruit
* Guardsman
* Defender
* Commanded - 3rd Elvish Archers
Upon her return to Shalonesti some time after the war with Thaxanos, Jinquil took up with the house Sha'qelas.
Eyes: crystal blue Hair: multihued auburn
Skin: fair peachy gold Hair Length: to her waist
Build: willow lithe Hair Texture: wind blown waves
Face: angular features Tattoo: an elven rune
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Profession: Defender of Sha'falas Age: 112 Sex: Female
Husband: Azaros
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The object of your attention is a woman, relatively young.
The attire that covers her tall and willow curved frame is simple but well
made and clean. A fur trimmed and hooded cloak, forest green in color,
floats about her slender body from an emerald brooch at her throat. Her
black tunic conforms to her torso in a clinging but comfortable fit. The
sleeveless cut exposes the leanly muscled length of her arms. Upon her left
forearm, a leather studded arm guard of thick cloth molds itself
protectively to her skin. Flowing, mesh-like pants of brown cloth flutter
loosely about her long legs before tucking into a pair of battered,
chocolate hued leather boots. Upon the fore finger of her left hand,
Jinquil wears a signet ring of vallenwood carved about an emerald gemstone.
A wide strap crosses her chest diagonally, supporting the leather,
arrow-filled quiver that rests upon her back.
A wealthy mane of multihued auburn strands cascade in feathered waves to her
waist. The strands on either side are swept back from her face and braided
in an intricate pattern, the style further accentuating the sharply angular,
sculpted features of her face. The style also reveals the elongated points
to otherwise dainty ears. The copper touched auburn shade accentuates the
warmed golden hue of her skin, the combination giving evidence of some time
spent beneath the sun. Her defined features radiate youth, the faint blush
of her cheeks near to hiding the delicate brush of copper flecks that spill
across the bridge and the softly lilting tip of her nose. Brows are thin,
dark slashes above the tilted ovals of her eyes. Thick lashes curl to shade
the deep crystal blue orbs that hold her emotions expressively, varying both
in intensity and hue with each change of her mood. Supple lips seem
naturally inclined to curve up at the ends in a small smirk.
Background:
Born of a not-so-humble merchant family, Jinquil and her two older
sisters, were raised among the higher echelons of Shalonesti's society.
They were largely a traveling family and often visited the great cities of
Althainia and New Thalos, even daring a few rare trips to the kingdom of
Arkane, all in the name of business. Thus, she grew with a worldly
experience that most of her peers did not share and took on adventurous
qualities somewhat unbecoming of a Shalonesti elf. This, in part, lead her
to take up life within the kingdom proper as a part of the most prestigious
House:
* Sha'falas
* Recruit
* Guardsman
* Defender
* Commanded - 3rd Elvish Archers
Upon her return to Shalonesti some time after the war with Thaxanos, Jinquil took up with the house Sha'qelas.
Drondon - Dinner Time
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[ 81] Drondon: Dinner Time
Wed Nov 3 15:39:57 2010
To: Llorana Jinquil Nianica Azaros Yaviel
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Drondon quickly blinked in shock. He witnessed the Dalar sisters' mother
give a firm and surely a rightfully so, stinging slap to his future wife's
cheek.
Holy Mother! He thought, trying to make the awe and shock disappear from
his countenance. He learned through training, and being about the Vallens
that sometimes it's best not to speak, and he definetly didn't want to face
their mother's wrath.
He winced some, seeing the rosy color coming to Llorana's cheek. He felt
bad, wanted to give her a kiss on the cheek, but now was not the time. He
heard Llorana introduce him to the slapper of Dalars. The matriarch's eyes
and his met, locked in an icy stare. The stare of a predator that doesn't
take it's focus of it's prey. He felt them searing a hole into his soul
almost. He held steady, a slight grin came over his face, but nothing
that'd be to noticeable. Silence was all that evident in the room. His
ears picked up the faint traces of the others breathing.
It seemed that time had stopped, all was still, the only thing moving was
the sisters' mother towards Drondon. Oh dear sweet Mother of Nature. She's
coming to kill me.
She took a graceful, regal step towards him and placed a kiss on his cheek.
Her lips were cold against his flesh. Drondon wondered if she actually had
blood pumping through her veins. She muttered somewhat loudly so the others
could hear,
"If you are good enough for my daughter, then you are welcome amongst this
family."
Her attention turned to Jinquil and Azaros sitting at the table. She added,
"The Lady knows, they do as they please."
Drondon looked over at Llorana, he gave a her a comforting and reassuring
smile. Saying he was sorry without speaking it to her. Standing beside
her, he made the decision that he'd endure hell for her, and endure her
mother. He couldn't have been more happy to do so.
He was the Songmaster, leader of the Kyorl, the sworn protectors of the
Royal House of the Vallens. He had seen many battles. At that moment, he
prepared himself for battle. A battle agaisnt the dragon, the dragon that
was Llorana's mother. He would slay her with kindness. A tiny grin crossed
his lips, Azaros was there. He could throw him to the wolf that was the
Dalar matriarch if needed. A low growl emitted from him stomach. He could
smell food being cooked.
[ 81] Drondon: Dinner Time
Wed Nov 3 15:39:57 2010
To: Llorana Jinquil Nianica Azaros Yaviel
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Drondon quickly blinked in shock. He witnessed the Dalar sisters' mother
give a firm and surely a rightfully so, stinging slap to his future wife's
cheek.
Holy Mother! He thought, trying to make the awe and shock disappear from
his countenance. He learned through training, and being about the Vallens
that sometimes it's best not to speak, and he definetly didn't want to face
their mother's wrath.
He winced some, seeing the rosy color coming to Llorana's cheek. He felt
bad, wanted to give her a kiss on the cheek, but now was not the time. He
heard Llorana introduce him to the slapper of Dalars. The matriarch's eyes
and his met, locked in an icy stare. The stare of a predator that doesn't
take it's focus of it's prey. He felt them searing a hole into his soul
almost. He held steady, a slight grin came over his face, but nothing
that'd be to noticeable. Silence was all that evident in the room. His
ears picked up the faint traces of the others breathing.
It seemed that time had stopped, all was still, the only thing moving was
the sisters' mother towards Drondon. Oh dear sweet Mother of Nature. She's
coming to kill me.
She took a graceful, regal step towards him and placed a kiss on his cheek.
Her lips were cold against his flesh. Drondon wondered if she actually had
blood pumping through her veins. She muttered somewhat loudly so the others
could hear,
"If you are good enough for my daughter, then you are welcome amongst this
family."
Her attention turned to Jinquil and Azaros sitting at the table. She added,
"The Lady knows, they do as they please."
Drondon looked over at Llorana, he gave a her a comforting and reassuring
smile. Saying he was sorry without speaking it to her. Standing beside
her, he made the decision that he'd endure hell for her, and endure her
mother. He couldn't have been more happy to do so.
He was the Songmaster, leader of the Kyorl, the sworn protectors of the
Royal House of the Vallens. He had seen many battles. At that moment, he
prepared himself for battle. A battle agaisnt the dragon, the dragon that
was Llorana's mother. He would slay her with kindness. A tiny grin crossed
his lips, Azaros was there. He could throw him to the wolf that was the
Dalar matriarch if needed. A low growl emitted from him stomach. He could
smell food being cooked.
Familial Obligation (Part 3 of 3)
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[ 84] Llorana: Familial Obligation (3/3)
Wed Nov 3 17:03:27 2010
To: Shalonesti Shalonesti_kingdom Nianica Drondon Jinquil Azaros (storynote chain)
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Llorana braced herself for the sting of her mother's slap, nearly
flinching in anticipation, but was taken completely off guard when the
similarly sized elf simply wrapped her arms around her and hugged her hard.
Drondon had stepped off to the side, looking almost as surprised as Llorana
felt, but not quite.
'Mother..?' Llora ventured once the stunned silence had settled. This was
followed promptly by the sharp sound of her mother's hand meeting Llora's
cheek.
'Don't ever worry me like that again, My'iat Koehith Llorana Tahl'aera
Dalar!'
She resisted the urge to touch the stinging spot on her cheek even while she
reeled at the full use of her name (which mother had never used before) and
instead looked to the table, where Nianica was already sitting. She had a
small apologetic smile upon her face and was pointing to her own reddened
cheek. It stung, it was embarrassing, but Llora couldn't help smiling
apologetically at her mother. The hug had softened the blow considerably.
'I'm sorry mother.'
And like that, it was as if a switch had been turned on. Her mother smiled,
her gaze a little moist and turned to Drondon.
'Mother, may I introduce Drondon Statheson-Lethwin'las. Regent of the
Sha'qelas and Songmaster under Speaker Talyariel Shalonost' -hesitation
followed only a beat before she finished- 'My fiance'
She wasn't sure what she expected but all she could do was stand and watch
the odd face-off. Drondon trying to be polite and steady under her mother's
dragon gaze while the stiff countenance of the woman wasn't willing to give
an inch.
Llorana thought the silence would never end, but when it finally did it was
at their mother's behest. She moved forward, kissed Drondon's cheek and
muttered for everyone to hear, 'If you are good enough for my daughter, then
you are welcome amongst this family'
'The Lady knows' -and she turned her gaze on Jinquil and Azaros sitting at
the table- 'they always do as they please.'
It was at least one quip she knew her mother couldn't have lived without that
evening.
[ 84] Llorana: Familial Obligation (3/3)
Wed Nov 3 17:03:27 2010
To: Shalonesti Shalonesti_kingdom Nianica Drondon Jinquil Azaros (storynote chain)
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Llorana braced herself for the sting of her mother's slap, nearly
flinching in anticipation, but was taken completely off guard when the
similarly sized elf simply wrapped her arms around her and hugged her hard.
Drondon had stepped off to the side, looking almost as surprised as Llorana
felt, but not quite.
'Mother..?' Llora ventured once the stunned silence had settled. This was
followed promptly by the sharp sound of her mother's hand meeting Llora's
cheek.
'Don't ever worry me like that again, My'iat Koehith Llorana Tahl'aera
Dalar!'
She resisted the urge to touch the stinging spot on her cheek even while she
reeled at the full use of her name (which mother had never used before) and
instead looked to the table, where Nianica was already sitting. She had a
small apologetic smile upon her face and was pointing to her own reddened
cheek. It stung, it was embarrassing, but Llora couldn't help smiling
apologetically at her mother. The hug had softened the blow considerably.
'I'm sorry mother.'
And like that, it was as if a switch had been turned on. Her mother smiled,
her gaze a little moist and turned to Drondon.
'Mother, may I introduce Drondon Statheson-Lethwin'las. Regent of the
Sha'qelas and Songmaster under Speaker Talyariel Shalonost' -hesitation
followed only a beat before she finished- 'My fiance'
She wasn't sure what she expected but all she could do was stand and watch
the odd face-off. Drondon trying to be polite and steady under her mother's
dragon gaze while the stiff countenance of the woman wasn't willing to give
an inch.
Llorana thought the silence would never end, but when it finally did it was
at their mother's behest. She moved forward, kissed Drondon's cheek and
muttered for everyone to hear, 'If you are good enough for my daughter, then
you are welcome amongst this family'
'The Lady knows' -and she turned her gaze on Jinquil and Azaros sitting at
the table- 'they always do as they please.'
It was at least one quip she knew her mother couldn't have lived without that
evening.
Familial Obligation (Part 2 of 3)
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[ 83] Llorana: Familial Obligation (2/3)
Wed Nov 3 16:19:48 2010
To: Shalonesti Shalonesti_kingdom Nianica Drondon Jinquil Azaros (storynote chain)
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As night fell on the cottage, the many tasteful torches that dotted the
estate were lit, casting the whole sprawling length of it in flickering,
majestic shadow that spurred the imagination to think of a mystical evening
full of intrigue and wonder.
Llorana quietly wished they could bypass the whole uncomfortable,
disapproving part that was bound to arise but she was resigned to it at this
point. She knew her mother entirely too well to assume anything might
possibly be different.
The thought made her look down, at the elegant dress she had chosen. It had
been something her mother bought for her long ago. All slender and sleek,
accentuating her height, her shape and the emerald of her eyes. It was dark
green with emerald embroidery. It fell in a loose assortment of bunched
cloth around her chest, revealing more than she was comfortable with but
allowing the long fall of the tasteful gold necklace with its tassled
emeralds to be fully viewed. Tall slender boots to match, visible through
slits up along either leg and an emerald diadem holding the rather simple
bun hairstyle she'd settled for. It let the locks beneath the bun fall to
cover her back, which was open from shoulder to shoulder and fell down a
little too far for comfort - again.
She was the picture of elegance that her mother had always wanted and she
held to some hope that it would please her mother just a little. It was the
least she could do, considering everything she had to explain...
That made her look over at Drondon as he slipped out of his portion of her
bedroom suite. He was pulling a little uncertainly at a cuff of his suit,
looking very smart indeed, which inevitably brought an easy smile to her
lips. He stopped short though when he looked up at her and his eyes got a
little wide. She just shook her head and moved to slip her arm through the
crook of his elbow.
They didn't have far to walk, during which they shared some low spoken words
about what more he could possibly expect from her high born mother. He
struck her as remarkably calm and composed considering how nervous she felt,
but having him with her was very much like a breath of fresh air. She
couldn't imagine not having him in her life...
Feeling a greater sense of nervousness overcome her, she found herself
gazing out at the shadows though the effort of trying to see beyond the
flickering flames of the many torches was silly. Any night vision, even
infrared, was useless now. Instead, she let out a long calming breath,
squared her shoulders and managed to gather her confidence as she and
Drondon paced out onto the raised green granite patio and the heavily
adorned table, already sitting the majority of its occupants.
Her father - blessed Lady it was good to see him! - dark of hair and
complexion, was seated at the head of the table dressed in his very best.
Everything about him seemed to point to Jinquil and her darker looks, which
was brought home again as she stopped to stare at him. She was immediately
struck by his welcoming smile but his eyes told a cautionary tale as they
shifted only a fraction to indicate her mother, who was even then rising
from her chair.
She was every inch the highborn pure blooded Shalonesti elf. From the long
golden hair to the slender form garbed in soft flowing yellow and gold. Her
eyes were emerald and when they fell upon her, Llora felt her tension
skyrocket. Flinty, cold, uncompromising. The woman was angry and had been
for some time.
...and she was walking toward her!
[ 83] Llorana: Familial Obligation (2/3)
Wed Nov 3 16:19:48 2010
To: Shalonesti Shalonesti_kingdom Nianica Drondon Jinquil Azaros (storynote chain)
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As night fell on the cottage, the many tasteful torches that dotted the
estate were lit, casting the whole sprawling length of it in flickering,
majestic shadow that spurred the imagination to think of a mystical evening
full of intrigue and wonder.
Llorana quietly wished they could bypass the whole uncomfortable,
disapproving part that was bound to arise but she was resigned to it at this
point. She knew her mother entirely too well to assume anything might
possibly be different.
The thought made her look down, at the elegant dress she had chosen. It had
been something her mother bought for her long ago. All slender and sleek,
accentuating her height, her shape and the emerald of her eyes. It was dark
green with emerald embroidery. It fell in a loose assortment of bunched
cloth around her chest, revealing more than she was comfortable with but
allowing the long fall of the tasteful gold necklace with its tassled
emeralds to be fully viewed. Tall slender boots to match, visible through
slits up along either leg and an emerald diadem holding the rather simple
bun hairstyle she'd settled for. It let the locks beneath the bun fall to
cover her back, which was open from shoulder to shoulder and fell down a
little too far for comfort - again.
She was the picture of elegance that her mother had always wanted and she
held to some hope that it would please her mother just a little. It was the
least she could do, considering everything she had to explain...
That made her look over at Drondon as he slipped out of his portion of her
bedroom suite. He was pulling a little uncertainly at a cuff of his suit,
looking very smart indeed, which inevitably brought an easy smile to her
lips. He stopped short though when he looked up at her and his eyes got a
little wide. She just shook her head and moved to slip her arm through the
crook of his elbow.
They didn't have far to walk, during which they shared some low spoken words
about what more he could possibly expect from her high born mother. He
struck her as remarkably calm and composed considering how nervous she felt,
but having him with her was very much like a breath of fresh air. She
couldn't imagine not having him in her life...
Feeling a greater sense of nervousness overcome her, she found herself
gazing out at the shadows though the effort of trying to see beyond the
flickering flames of the many torches was silly. Any night vision, even
infrared, was useless now. Instead, she let out a long calming breath,
squared her shoulders and managed to gather her confidence as she and
Drondon paced out onto the raised green granite patio and the heavily
adorned table, already sitting the majority of its occupants.
Her father - blessed Lady it was good to see him! - dark of hair and
complexion, was seated at the head of the table dressed in his very best.
Everything about him seemed to point to Jinquil and her darker looks, which
was brought home again as she stopped to stare at him. She was immediately
struck by his welcoming smile but his eyes told a cautionary tale as they
shifted only a fraction to indicate her mother, who was even then rising
from her chair.
She was every inch the highborn pure blooded Shalonesti elf. From the long
golden hair to the slender form garbed in soft flowing yellow and gold. Her
eyes were emerald and when they fell upon her, Llora felt her tension
skyrocket. Flinty, cold, uncompromising. The woman was angry and had been
for some time.
...and she was walking toward her!
Familial Obligation (Part 1 of 3)
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[ 82] Llorana: Familial Obligation (1/3)
Wed Nov 3 16:14:06 2010
To: Shalonesti Shalonesti_kingdom Nianica Drondon Jinquil Azaros (storynote chain)
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The 'summer' cottage seemed more a work of elven art to Llorana's eye.
It was a sprawling manor, one floor, with multiple wings. She could see
pale lavender silk curtains wafting in the tall arched windows and beyond,
she could hear the sound of the sea against the cliff. Pale dark green
pillars bracketed the inner courtyard and between each stretched elegant
arches embroidered with gold and emerald. Within she knew that the reading
room, the dining room, the study and even the bedrooms were furnished with
high quality vallenwood, cherrywood and wicker.
Sighing quietly, Llorana glanced away from the cottage to the thick of the
Vallenwood forest beyond. The sun was going down over the sea and the
shadows were lengthening but the shading that touched the cottage was
beautiful, inspiring. It was one of the things she loved about this place
in particular, aside from the secret grove and the paths she and her sisters
had made in their forest backyard.
Lots of memories here, though it had quite often been a place of
punishment...for her anyway. That thought made her smile. There'd been
next to nothing worse for her than being made to settle down. Cities
offered her the ability to run wild. This place had made her stop and
breathe.
Caught up in all her nostalgia she about failed to notice the presence of
Drondon as he came up beside her. The touch of his hand to her back served
as gentle comfort, even though it nearly made her jump, and she turned her
head to smile crookedly at him. He matched her smile though he was gentler
about.
'So this is it?' He asked while looking out over the estate, to which she
nodded slowly. They were both nervous and there'd been no sign of anyone
else yet. She desperately didn't want her and Drondon to be the first on
scene.
'This is it' She replied very softly and then started the inevitable trek
toward the door, her attention shifting longingly to the long many-windowed
hallway that lead to the southern most wing. She'd had ways to get in and
out that alerted no one, which was what she wanted to do. She let it go
though and lead Drondon to the front door, taking a moment to look him over
before they knocked.
The trip had taken them three days by horseback and they were both dirty,
sore and tired but he was in high spirits as always. He smiled consolingly
at her and lifted his hand to knock on the tall arched door, surprising her.
It was dark green with gold and emerald embroidery, displaying a crest of
the Dalar family below a tall, elegant vallenwood tree in dark delicate
tones.
She had to bolster her resolve while they waited and by the time the door
open, she was ready, but she was met with a very different response as a
petite elf rushed out and grabbed her up in a hug, nearly squeeling!
Looking up from the familiar head of blond hair she found an equally
familiar wisened smile and her misgivings eased and she wrapped her arms
around the form squeezing her for her she was worth.
'Little Llora' Faewen, their 'nanny' spoke her name warmly. 'I couldn't
contain my daughter. Jai'ryn has missed you all dearly.'
Drondon was glancing askance at her. She tried to set him at ease with a
smile and whispered, 'I'll explain later'
'The lady and lord of the manor are resting from the long trip.' Faewen
continued as she gestured them all into the cottage and began leading the
way down the flowing corridors lined with art that could easily be
considered ancient and priceless. With much relief, she noted that the
elder elf was leading her to her own wing of the estate. 'They advised that
you take some time to refresh. Dinner is not for awhile yet and Jini has
not arrived.
[ 82] Llorana: Familial Obligation (1/3)
Wed Nov 3 16:14:06 2010
To: Shalonesti Shalonesti_kingdom Nianica Drondon Jinquil Azaros (storynote chain)
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The 'summer' cottage seemed more a work of elven art to Llorana's eye.
It was a sprawling manor, one floor, with multiple wings. She could see
pale lavender silk curtains wafting in the tall arched windows and beyond,
she could hear the sound of the sea against the cliff. Pale dark green
pillars bracketed the inner courtyard and between each stretched elegant
arches embroidered with gold and emerald. Within she knew that the reading
room, the dining room, the study and even the bedrooms were furnished with
high quality vallenwood, cherrywood and wicker.
Sighing quietly, Llorana glanced away from the cottage to the thick of the
Vallenwood forest beyond. The sun was going down over the sea and the
shadows were lengthening but the shading that touched the cottage was
beautiful, inspiring. It was one of the things she loved about this place
in particular, aside from the secret grove and the paths she and her sisters
had made in their forest backyard.
Lots of memories here, though it had quite often been a place of
punishment...for her anyway. That thought made her smile. There'd been
next to nothing worse for her than being made to settle down. Cities
offered her the ability to run wild. This place had made her stop and
breathe.
Caught up in all her nostalgia she about failed to notice the presence of
Drondon as he came up beside her. The touch of his hand to her back served
as gentle comfort, even though it nearly made her jump, and she turned her
head to smile crookedly at him. He matched her smile though he was gentler
about.
'So this is it?' He asked while looking out over the estate, to which she
nodded slowly. They were both nervous and there'd been no sign of anyone
else yet. She desperately didn't want her and Drondon to be the first on
scene.
'This is it' She replied very softly and then started the inevitable trek
toward the door, her attention shifting longingly to the long many-windowed
hallway that lead to the southern most wing. She'd had ways to get in and
out that alerted no one, which was what she wanted to do. She let it go
though and lead Drondon to the front door, taking a moment to look him over
before they knocked.
The trip had taken them three days by horseback and they were both dirty,
sore and tired but he was in high spirits as always. He smiled consolingly
at her and lifted his hand to knock on the tall arched door, surprising her.
It was dark green with gold and emerald embroidery, displaying a crest of
the Dalar family below a tall, elegant vallenwood tree in dark delicate
tones.
She had to bolster her resolve while they waited and by the time the door
open, she was ready, but she was met with a very different response as a
petite elf rushed out and grabbed her up in a hug, nearly squeeling!
Looking up from the familiar head of blond hair she found an equally
familiar wisened smile and her misgivings eased and she wrapped her arms
around the form squeezing her for her she was worth.
'Little Llora' Faewen, their 'nanny' spoke her name warmly. 'I couldn't
contain my daughter. Jai'ryn has missed you all dearly.'
Drondon was glancing askance at her. She tried to set him at ease with a
smile and whispered, 'I'll explain later'
'The lady and lord of the manor are resting from the long trip.' Faewen
continued as she gestured them all into the cottage and began leading the
way down the flowing corridors lined with art that could easily be
considered ancient and priceless. With much relief, she noted that the
elder elf was leading her to her own wing of the estate. 'They advised that
you take some time to refresh. Dinner is not for awhile yet and Jini has
not arrived.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Into the Fray
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[267] Llorana: Kwars: Into the Fray
Tue Jun 19 19:49:03 2007
To: Shalonesti_kingdom Shalonesti Thaxanos All ( Jinquil Nianica ) Scorn Imm
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She stood just within the flap of one of the many large tents that had
been hastily erected for the injured. Clerics ran to and fro, saving who
they could and trying to ease the passing of those they could not. Still,
some few hours later after the battle had passed the injured and the dead
were still being brought in. She had been warned far ahead of time that she
would need to steel herself for this sight but being here in the thick of it
had given her the experience that nothing else in the world could have.
Somehow she managed to set it aside, to push it back for later though
hearing of Rannick Sha'falas' death had shaken her.
Covered with black soot from the fires and smoke, her previously polished
armor now marred in places where she had been struck by enemy weapons and
spattered with the blood of elves and dwarves alike, she felt somehow
separated from what was going on. She spied Nianica moving dutifully
through the ranks of injured and felt a brief flare of relief, though it
instantly brought Jinquil to mind and she frantically glanced around for
sight or sound of their youngest sister. The second flare of relief was
more like a tidal wave when she spied Jinquil through a throng of archers
who had convened at the back of the tent, and it left her feeling
lightheaded - or perhaps that was simply the knock she had taken when a
dwarf had tripped her, setting her up for another to sever her head. Only
speed and the aid of her tight-knit unit had saved her then.
Rising to the sound of screams and the great earthshaking impact of flaming
boulders had been harrowing and she was certain there'd be nightmares
aplenty for her later on when it all had time to settle in her head. She'd
had bare moments to slip her armor on and join her already gathered infantry
before the command came to enter the fray.
Nightmares. She scoffed quietly to herself. The war had barely begun and
already she was thinking about that. Shaking her head, sword and dagger
still to hand, shield strung securely to her back, she strode out of the
tent and toward her gathered infantry. A few had suffered wounds but all of
them had lived through the red dawn, each of them now blooded and bloodied.
Grinning at them, forcing a harsh sort of cheer, she sheathed her dagger and
her sword with an audible snap, accepted her helmet from one of her soldiers
and slipping it back on her head she said, "I hope you're all ready to hunt
some dwarf."
[267] Llorana: Kwars: Into the Fray
Tue Jun 19 19:49:03 2007
To: Shalonesti_kingdom Shalonesti Thaxanos All ( Jinquil Nianica ) Scorn Imm
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She stood just within the flap of one of the many large tents that had
been hastily erected for the injured. Clerics ran to and fro, saving who
they could and trying to ease the passing of those they could not. Still,
some few hours later after the battle had passed the injured and the dead
were still being brought in. She had been warned far ahead of time that she
would need to steel herself for this sight but being here in the thick of it
had given her the experience that nothing else in the world could have.
Somehow she managed to set it aside, to push it back for later though
hearing of Rannick Sha'falas' death had shaken her.
Covered with black soot from the fires and smoke, her previously polished
armor now marred in places where she had been struck by enemy weapons and
spattered with the blood of elves and dwarves alike, she felt somehow
separated from what was going on. She spied Nianica moving dutifully
through the ranks of injured and felt a brief flare of relief, though it
instantly brought Jinquil to mind and she frantically glanced around for
sight or sound of their youngest sister. The second flare of relief was
more like a tidal wave when she spied Jinquil through a throng of archers
who had convened at the back of the tent, and it left her feeling
lightheaded - or perhaps that was simply the knock she had taken when a
dwarf had tripped her, setting her up for another to sever her head. Only
speed and the aid of her tight-knit unit had saved her then.
Rising to the sound of screams and the great earthshaking impact of flaming
boulders had been harrowing and she was certain there'd be nightmares
aplenty for her later on when it all had time to settle in her head. She'd
had bare moments to slip her armor on and join her already gathered infantry
before the command came to enter the fray.
Nightmares. She scoffed quietly to herself. The war had barely begun and
already she was thinking about that. Shaking her head, sword and dagger
still to hand, shield strung securely to her back, she strode out of the
tent and toward her gathered infantry. A few had suffered wounds but all of
them had lived through the red dawn, each of them now blooded and bloodied.
Grinning at them, forcing a harsh sort of cheer, she sheathed her dagger and
her sword with an audible snap, accepted her helmet from one of her soldiers
and slipping it back on her head she said, "I hope you're all ready to hunt
some dwarf."
A Last Resort (Part 1)
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[203] Llorana: A Last Resort
Sat Jun 2 17:45:01 2007
To: Shalonesti_kingdom Shalonesti Imm RP ( Nianica Jinquil Azaros Evandim )
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The table was adorned with fine linen, priceless china and silver
utensils. Two gold candles sat along the center, surrounded with a
delightful assortment of food - and all Llorana could do was stare down at
her plate, feeling the cool aura that her mother permeated.
The sound of clinking silverware seemed loud in the uncomfortable silence,
punctuated by the soft conversation between everyone else. Her mother had
barely looked at her, let alone acknowledged her presence. Lifting her gaze
slightly, she spied Nianica frowning at her, and could only sigh and shift
uncomfortably. She shouldn't have agreed to wear a dress. It was only
compounding her discomfort.
The process of eating seemed tasteless to her, though the motions helped
ease her anxiety. She was glad that they were all together, that Jinquil
seemed to be getting along well and that mother had not made Azaros feel
unwelcome. She hadn't known what to expect upon seeing their mother and had
found herself feeling the weight of guilt for refusing to visit with her the
first time. How could she look so much like the woman, and be so opposite?
Sighing heavily again, she set her utensils down and directed her stare at
the much older woman, who in turn seemed to stiffen. The tension rose, she
could feel it, see it in the others and began to regret her rash decision.
"I'm sorry, mother." Her words fell into the stillness like pebbles into a
pond. "It was wrong of me to avoid you, even for the sake of preventing a
fight. It was cowardly of me, and you did not raise cowards."
"No." Their mother finally responded in a crisp tone, "I raised daughters
who wish to throw their futures away to bloodshed and death."
And there it was. The age-old bitterness, the regret and the underlying
sorrow. She wanted to get up and walk away but she could feel the gazes of
her sisters boring into her, the challenge in her mother's voice, daring her
yet again to take the easier path and simply leave. Not this time. Leaning
forward, quite deliberately placing her elbows upon the tabletop, she stared
her mother down and spoke gently.
"This is our last chance mother. There may not ever be time for another.
Is this truly how you want us to leave this home? With your bitterness
ringing in our ears as we battle for Shalonesti and everything it stands
for?"
The silence after her answering challege was deafening, but as she held
their mother's emerald gaze, she watched tears mist in her eyes and then
quite to Llorana's surprise she whispered in a subdued tone, "No."
She looked away from Llorana then, glancing at everyone around the table,
leaving Llorana to wonder if this time, their mother might be the one to
flee.
[203] Llorana: A Last Resort
Sat Jun 2 17:45:01 2007
To: Shalonesti_kingdom Shalonesti Imm RP ( Nianica Jinquil Azaros Evandim )
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The table was adorned with fine linen, priceless china and silver
utensils. Two gold candles sat along the center, surrounded with a
delightful assortment of food - and all Llorana could do was stare down at
her plate, feeling the cool aura that her mother permeated.
The sound of clinking silverware seemed loud in the uncomfortable silence,
punctuated by the soft conversation between everyone else. Her mother had
barely looked at her, let alone acknowledged her presence. Lifting her gaze
slightly, she spied Nianica frowning at her, and could only sigh and shift
uncomfortably. She shouldn't have agreed to wear a dress. It was only
compounding her discomfort.
The process of eating seemed tasteless to her, though the motions helped
ease her anxiety. She was glad that they were all together, that Jinquil
seemed to be getting along well and that mother had not made Azaros feel
unwelcome. She hadn't known what to expect upon seeing their mother and had
found herself feeling the weight of guilt for refusing to visit with her the
first time. How could she look so much like the woman, and be so opposite?
Sighing heavily again, she set her utensils down and directed her stare at
the much older woman, who in turn seemed to stiffen. The tension rose, she
could feel it, see it in the others and began to regret her rash decision.
"I'm sorry, mother." Her words fell into the stillness like pebbles into a
pond. "It was wrong of me to avoid you, even for the sake of preventing a
fight. It was cowardly of me, and you did not raise cowards."
"No." Their mother finally responded in a crisp tone, "I raised daughters
who wish to throw their futures away to bloodshed and death."
And there it was. The age-old bitterness, the regret and the underlying
sorrow. She wanted to get up and walk away but she could feel the gazes of
her sisters boring into her, the challenge in her mother's voice, daring her
yet again to take the easier path and simply leave. Not this time. Leaning
forward, quite deliberately placing her elbows upon the tabletop, she stared
her mother down and spoke gently.
"This is our last chance mother. There may not ever be time for another.
Is this truly how you want us to leave this home? With your bitterness
ringing in our ears as we battle for Shalonesti and everything it stands
for?"
The silence after her answering challege was deafening, but as she held
their mother's emerald gaze, she watched tears mist in her eyes and then
quite to Llorana's surprise she whispered in a subdued tone, "No."
She looked away from Llorana then, glancing at everyone around the table,
leaving Llorana to wonder if this time, their mother might be the one to
flee.
Saturday, June 2, 2007
A Last Resort
Jinquil: A Last Resort
Sat Jun 2 23:25:23 2007
To: Shalonesti_kingdom Shalonesti Imm RP ( Nianica Llorana Azaros Evandim )
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Emerald light reflects through the clear crystal of the wine glass she holds tightly between her fingers. The light dances across her face, to catch with an occasional glint in the emeralds that accent the gathered strands of her dark hair. Jinquil tilts her head, for all intents and purposes appearing oblivious to the sheer stress that flows through the room. Her eyes scan the silver twine of the fork near her plate with some interest. The fingers of her free hand toy with the golden lace that accents the waist of the silk pants that loosely cover her long legs, drifting to straighten the equally golden sleeve of her blouse. She perches stiffly on the edge of her chair, directly next to her mother. The closeness fills her with a wary apprehension, though her mother seems currently occupied in a battle of wills with her sister.
She casts a soft frown at Nianica, mentally making note that she owes her sister for choosing the seating arrangements that left her so close to her mother's possible assault. Though not afraid of the largest axe wielding dwarf, she had no wish to face her mother's wrath or her knitting needle anytime in the recent future. A soft smirk plays upon her lips, her fingers itch to draw Llorana, sitting there so uncomfortable in that contraption everyone calls a gown. The forest green thing is low cut, form-fitting and someone even had the gall to embroider it with golden flowers. Her eyes meet Llorana's and she smiles sympathetically before letting her gaze drift away.
Jinquil snorts, the rigid set of her spine the only outward sign that she's aware of the conversation between her sister and her mother. She casts occasional glances across the table to Azaros, to it's head at her father who studies her in return, his brow arching as he flicks a gaze to Azaros and back to her curiously. He remains silent, letting the conversation between mother and daughter play out without interference. Obviously knowing when to keep his silence.
"No. " The crisp word draws Jinquil's eyes sharply to her mother's face. "I raised daughters who wish to throw their futures away to bloodshed and death. "
The stem of glass snaps between her fingers, spilling wine that spreads in a crimson stain as it seeps into the fine linen covering the long table. A sliver of glass pierces the tip of her finger and she drops the shattered remnants onto a nearby plate, bringing her offended digit to her lips with alight hiss of air.
Jinquil sinks back in her chair as Llorana leans forward on the table, her eyes intent on their mother's face. "This is our last chance mother. There may not ever be time for another. Is this truly how you want us to leave this home? With your bitterness ringing in our ears as we battle for Shalonesti and everything it stands for? "
"No.. " The subdued whisper draws Jinquil's gaze from Llorana's face to her mother's. Her mother's eyes meet hers and Jinquil blinks in surprise at the tears.. Real and actual.. Tears that fill their dark depths. She opens her mouth to speak, though no words form.
Her father reaches out, his hand covers his's wife's own on the table, stilling her with a touch and speaks consolingly, "Dear... Do not forget we've also raised three beautiful, brave daughters who are paragons of what is elven. " He smiles reassuringly, "Remember, their love for us and Shalonesti is reason enough for them to take up and defend those whom they love. If we've to choose which elves represent the best of Shalonesti, I can think of no better choices than our daughters. "
He turns to his daughters, eyes touching each of their faces in turn, remembering the children each had once presented in a way only a father could. He casts a disarming smile. "Is it true you all lead a batallion or unit? "
All three daughters nod, relaxing only a small degree with the question. Jinquil's father sighs faintly, turning his assessing gaze to Azaros. "And which battalion do you lead? "
Sat Jun 2 23:25:23 2007
To: Shalonesti_kingdom Shalonesti Imm RP ( Nianica Llorana Azaros Evandim )
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Emerald light reflects through the clear crystal of the wine glass she holds tightly between her fingers. The light dances across her face, to catch with an occasional glint in the emeralds that accent the gathered strands of her dark hair. Jinquil tilts her head, for all intents and purposes appearing oblivious to the sheer stress that flows through the room. Her eyes scan the silver twine of the fork near her plate with some interest. The fingers of her free hand toy with the golden lace that accents the waist of the silk pants that loosely cover her long legs, drifting to straighten the equally golden sleeve of her blouse. She perches stiffly on the edge of her chair, directly next to her mother. The closeness fills her with a wary apprehension, though her mother seems currently occupied in a battle of wills with her sister.
She casts a soft frown at Nianica, mentally making note that she owes her sister for choosing the seating arrangements that left her so close to her mother's possible assault. Though not afraid of the largest axe wielding dwarf, she had no wish to face her mother's wrath or her knitting needle anytime in the recent future. A soft smirk plays upon her lips, her fingers itch to draw Llorana, sitting there so uncomfortable in that contraption everyone calls a gown. The forest green thing is low cut, form-fitting and someone even had the gall to embroider it with golden flowers. Her eyes meet Llorana's and she smiles sympathetically before letting her gaze drift away.
Jinquil snorts, the rigid set of her spine the only outward sign that she's aware of the conversation between her sister and her mother. She casts occasional glances across the table to Azaros, to it's head at her father who studies her in return, his brow arching as he flicks a gaze to Azaros and back to her curiously. He remains silent, letting the conversation between mother and daughter play out without interference. Obviously knowing when to keep his silence.
"No. " The crisp word draws Jinquil's eyes sharply to her mother's face. "I raised daughters who wish to throw their futures away to bloodshed and death. "
The stem of glass snaps between her fingers, spilling wine that spreads in a crimson stain as it seeps into the fine linen covering the long table. A sliver of glass pierces the tip of her finger and she drops the shattered remnants onto a nearby plate, bringing her offended digit to her lips with alight hiss of air.
Jinquil sinks back in her chair as Llorana leans forward on the table, her eyes intent on their mother's face. "This is our last chance mother. There may not ever be time for another. Is this truly how you want us to leave this home? With your bitterness ringing in our ears as we battle for Shalonesti and everything it stands for? "
"No.. " The subdued whisper draws Jinquil's gaze from Llorana's face to her mother's. Her mother's eyes meet hers and Jinquil blinks in surprise at the tears.. Real and actual.. Tears that fill their dark depths. She opens her mouth to speak, though no words form.
Her father reaches out, his hand covers his's wife's own on the table, stilling her with a touch and speaks consolingly, "Dear... Do not forget we've also raised three beautiful, brave daughters who are paragons of what is elven. " He smiles reassuringly, "Remember, their love for us and Shalonesti is reason enough for them to take up and defend those whom they love. If we've to choose which elves represent the best of Shalonesti, I can think of no better choices than our daughters. "
He turns to his daughters, eyes touching each of their faces in turn, remembering the children each had once presented in a way only a father could. He casts a disarming smile. "Is it true you all lead a batallion or unit? "
All three daughters nod, relaxing only a small degree with the question. Jinquil's father sighs faintly, turning his assessing gaze to Azaros. "And which battalion do you lead? "
Jinquil Sha'falas Dalar
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Eyes: expressive, crystal blue Hair: russet brown and blazing copper
Skin: unblemished, warmed gold Hair Length: barely brushing her shoulders
Build: impossibly slender, supple Hair Texture: smooth, slight waves
Face: sweet and youthful angles Tattoo: an elven rune (lower back)
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Profession: Scholar Age: 82 Sex: Female
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The object of your attention is a woman, relatively young.
The attire that covers her tall and wraith-like frame is deliberately simple and unassuming. A hooded cloak, forest green in color, floats about herslender body from a smoothed wooden tog at her throat. The simple circle bears the insignia of the kingdom she serves. Her white tunic is perhaps abit small in size as it conforms to her torso in a clinging but comfortable fit. The sleeveless cut exposes the leanly muscled length of her arms. Upon her left forearm, a leather studded arm guard of thick cloth molds itself protectively to her skin. Around her narrow hips, a weapons belt houses a well used sword, while a sheath that tightens about her right thigh houses an equally used dagger. Flowing, mesh-like pants of brown cloth flutter loosely about her long legs before tucking into a pair of battered, chocolate hued leather boots that appear to have seen a great deal of use. Upon the fore finger of her left hand, Jinquil wears a signet ring of vallenwood carved about an emerald gemstone. A wide strap crosses her chest diagonally, supporting a leather, arrow-filled quiver stamped with vine motifs that rests upon her back.
A wealthy mane of russet hued strands cascade in feathered waves to brush slender shoulders. Weathered strands skirt nervously about gracefully pointed ears, teasing a face of oval sculpt. The copper touched auburn shade accentuates the warmed golden hue of her skin, the combination giving evidence of some time spent beneath the sun. Her defined features radiate youth, the faint blush of her cheeks near to hiding the delicate brush of copper flecks that spill across the bridge and the softly lilting tip of her nose. Brows are thin, dark slashes above the tilted ovals of her eyes. Thick lashes curl to shade the deep crystal blue orbs that hold her emotions expressively, varying both in intensity and hue with each change of hermood. Supple lips seem naturally inclined to curve up at the ends in a small smirk.
Background:
Born of a not-so-humble merchant family, Jinquil and her two older sisters, were raised among the higher echelons of Shalonesti's society. They were largely a traveling family and often visited the great cities of Althainia and New Thalos, even daring a few rare trips to the kingdom of Arkane, all in the name of business. Thus, she grew with a worldly experience that most of her peers did not share and took on adventurous qualities somewhat unbecoming of a Shalonesti elf. This, in part, lead her to take up life within the kingdom proper as a part of the most prestigious House:
Sha'falas.
*Recruit
*Guardsman
*Commander of the 3rd Elvish Archers.
Eyes: expressive, crystal blue Hair: russet brown and blazing copper
Skin: unblemished, warmed gold Hair Length: barely brushing her shoulders
Build: impossibly slender, supple Hair Texture: smooth, slight waves
Face: sweet and youthful angles Tattoo: an elven rune (lower back)
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Profession: Scholar Age: 82 Sex: Female
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
The object of your attention is a woman, relatively young.
The attire that covers her tall and wraith-like frame is deliberately simple and unassuming. A hooded cloak, forest green in color, floats about herslender body from a smoothed wooden tog at her throat. The simple circle bears the insignia of the kingdom she serves. Her white tunic is perhaps abit small in size as it conforms to her torso in a clinging but comfortable fit. The sleeveless cut exposes the leanly muscled length of her arms. Upon her left forearm, a leather studded arm guard of thick cloth molds itself protectively to her skin. Around her narrow hips, a weapons belt houses a well used sword, while a sheath that tightens about her right thigh houses an equally used dagger. Flowing, mesh-like pants of brown cloth flutter loosely about her long legs before tucking into a pair of battered, chocolate hued leather boots that appear to have seen a great deal of use. Upon the fore finger of her left hand, Jinquil wears a signet ring of vallenwood carved about an emerald gemstone. A wide strap crosses her chest diagonally, supporting a leather, arrow-filled quiver stamped with vine motifs that rests upon her back.
A wealthy mane of russet hued strands cascade in feathered waves to brush slender shoulders. Weathered strands skirt nervously about gracefully pointed ears, teasing a face of oval sculpt. The copper touched auburn shade accentuates the warmed golden hue of her skin, the combination giving evidence of some time spent beneath the sun. Her defined features radiate youth, the faint blush of her cheeks near to hiding the delicate brush of copper flecks that spill across the bridge and the softly lilting tip of her nose. Brows are thin, dark slashes above the tilted ovals of her eyes. Thick lashes curl to shade the deep crystal blue orbs that hold her emotions expressively, varying both in intensity and hue with each change of hermood. Supple lips seem naturally inclined to curve up at the ends in a small smirk.
Background:
Born of a not-so-humble merchant family, Jinquil and her two older sisters, were raised among the higher echelons of Shalonesti's society. They were largely a traveling family and often visited the great cities of Althainia and New Thalos, even daring a few rare trips to the kingdom of Arkane, all in the name of business. Thus, she grew with a worldly experience that most of her peers did not share and took on adventurous qualities somewhat unbecoming of a Shalonesti elf. This, in part, lead her to take up life within the kingdom proper as a part of the most prestigious House:
Sha'falas.
*Recruit
*Guardsman
*Commander of the 3rd Elvish Archers.
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