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Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

@Natsu Sure am, but I'm not doing any serious posting until this evening. Work was rough and I need some sleep.

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I'll have a post up for both of my characters sometime this evening. I'm beat, but at least I have the tonight and tomorrow night off.

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

I'm about dead, so I'll hold off posting until this evening. I have the night off though, so that's nice.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

Grim has made his proper appearance in the character tab as well. Please let me know if I've more work to do.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

Grimalkin

Name: Grimus Auliro Malkin (AKA Grim, Gray, Grimalkin)

Race: Cait Sith

Position: Personal servant to the Winter Queen

Age: Unknown, even to him. (Approx. 3,000 years)

Personality: Grim always seems to know something others don’t, and constantly has a wicked grin on his face. He takes delight in the misfortune of others and great joy in causing it himself. This does not mean he can’t be well-meaning and helpful, but it is a rare occurrence and any help offered is generally in the form of a riddle or bittersweet compromise. Grimus loves riddles and music, and is ever attracted to a warm fire or lap. In the end he seeks only to further the ends of himself and the Winter Court.

Appearance: Grimus’s true form is that of a large and well-groomed black cat with a white spot on the center of his chest and the general shape and build of a lynx. His fur is smooth and sleek, his teeth resemble those of a shark, and his eyes glow gold. In this form he uses his Glimmer as a way to fade from notice and apparently vanish from sight.

Aided by innate magic, Grim can take a humanoid form at will. This form is a tall and lean man with shoulder-length black hair and pale skin. His eyes do not change color, and he wears violet-tinted glasses to hide this. This form generally wears a sleek black suit with a white dress shirt and black bow tie, but can be made less conspicuous with a Glimmer.

Background: From the very beginning of the courts, there has always been a Grimalkin in service to the Queen of Winter. Serving as ambassador, assassin, confidante, and personal servant, this position has many roles and has been filled many times. Every time the current servant passes on, a new one is chosen from among the most powerful and demented of the Cait Sith.

Grimus is the direct descendant of the previous Winter servant, though there is a generation or two between them. He had been groomed for the role most of his life, and spent a considerable amount of time among the Winter Fae. When finally his grandfather passed from the world, Grim was more than delighted to fill his shoes. As the Winter Queen's right hand, he has proven a capable servant in many ways. He uses his connections and power wisely, and is careful to never cross the will of his Queen. Constantly he waits for her call, ever ready to sow misfortune and havoc among humans and the lesser Fae.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

Nearly missed this, glad I checked the homepage before leaving for work. I'll put up my CS when I get home.

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

Is Luca's relative androgyny going to be a running gag this whole RP?

Not that I'm upset or opposed to it, I just find it amusing. In fact, this is the first time ever that people have made IC mentions of how effeminate some of my male characters are.

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

Luca Warren - Raven Queen's Attendant

Location: Actium

Luca waved at the retreating elven form, curious as to whether they would meet again in the future. For now though, his hands seemed to be rather full. Pyria spoke up again, causing the priest to turn back to her with a confused look. She was making less and less sense as she continued on, and he ventured that she must have a rather active imagination.

"But... I serve only the Raven Queen..." he said, dumbfounded, as he stared at the manacle he now held. While he was glad that the iron ring would no longer burden the girl, he wondered at the significance of the situation. If he was to take her seriously at all, he was in a heap of trouble. Dragons didn't exactly have a reputation for being cute and cuddly. The powerful magic he had sensed when the manacle had opened spoke to some true nature he could not discern, but he had a hard time believing that this little girl was actually a dragon.

"Pyria, what are you--?" he says as she starts to charge away, only to fall almost immediately. The frying pan she had been struck with earlier was on the floor of the square and the poor girl had tripped over it in her haste. Striding to her side again with Snow following in his wake he looks down at the frustrated Pyria with a look of concern, touched mildly by amusement. If she did happen to be a dragon, it appeared she still had much growing to do. With a heavy sigh, Luca tucks the manacle into his robes so he can palm his forehead without releasing his staff and reins. After a moment of listening to her tantrum, he leans his staff against Snow's shoulder and kneels next to the girl.

"Up we go!" he said, grabbing Pyria by the hips and lifting her into the air. Turning, he plunks her down on Snow's saddle. The horse snorts and tries to shy away, but relents when Luca gives her a mild glare. "There will be plenty of time to vent your wrath on the Undead tomorrow. I have no supplies and limited coin, and I am weary from traveling. We wouldn't even make it through the mountain pass on our own."

While he tries to placate Pyria, Luca takes up his reins and staff again to lead his horse toward the inn. The sun was still high, but he wanted to make sure to have a room to return to when he was done shopping. Besides, if the storm came early it would be good to have somewhere for them to take shelter.

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Liliana Stormshadow - The Fallen Star

Location: Campus Magnus

Gripus' lie, though his attempt to preserve what remained of her honor was flattering, caused Liliana to roll her eyes. While he could clearly see how much she had lost, it was impossible for him to know how hollow and empty she felt without it. A large part of what made her who she was had been stripped from her by force, torn asunder by the combined will of those who decided she no longer deserved Sol's light.

"Perhaps you should remain at my back rather than my side where you are less likely to get cut down, old man," she said in jest, a smile finally touching her stern features. As much as his magic made her skin crawl, Gripus was by and large a good man who had done much to keep her alive. After the fateful battle where he had rescued her, darkness had rode in her heart for some time. His determination then had lent her strength, and had shown her that a purposeless death would do nothing to atone for her shortcomings. Liliana would gladly fight by his side and lend her sword to his efforts.

"I suppose more would be better, though in the end it'll mean we need more supplies." She said nothing about it, but it was implied that the bounty would have to be split as well. Her only goal was to lift the curse, and the monetary reward meant nothing to her. "None of the regular soldiers in this camp are suitable, not that I would willingly travel with those brutes. But if you can sense them, it must mean somebody who might be able to help us is near."

Liliana's own ability to sense the aura all magickers held around them had been stunted, and she could only feel Gripus' power due to their proximity. As though to answer his question though, a young boy nearby was shouting something about gathering men to assault the tower. As he ran past, she grabbed him by the shoulder and nearly took him from his feet with the suddenness of the grip. When the boy turned to the pair at the base of Gaius' tower, awe and fear mixed in his features. When Lili produced a gold coin from a pouch at her hip, the boy's eyes locked on it and widened.

"Seems we've found ourselves some luck. Can you take us to who told you to carry that message?" The boy nodded vigorously, stretching out a hand. Liliana dropped the coin in it, then ruffled his dirty hair. "Let us hope we find some true heroes," she said in an aside to Gripus as the boy started back the way he had come. She made to follow, offering the mage another smile over her shoulder as she turned.

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

@AtomicNut Forgive me, but what exactly is going on near the end with Pyria? I get that she started to charge off but after that I'm confused.

Blood, Riches and Glory: Ghosts of Iron Coast

Liliana Stormshadow - The Fallen Star

Location: Campus Magnus

When Gripus shivered under his cloak, Liliana realized that the mage would easily sense her greatly diminished power since they had last seen one another. Cheeks flushing, she breaks eye contact with those discomforting yellow orbs and looks away. She often felt as though naked to the dangers of the world without Sol's power to command, and was acutely aware of that feeling at the moment. When he mentioned her former Order though, it all vanished as she bristled with contempt and turned back to him. Biting the inside of her cheek, she barely manages to hold to decorum and allow him to finish speaking.

"I will not go back to those pompous, self-righteous bastards! They abandoned Aren, myself, and the whole of the Iron Coast to this fate! So many lives wasted, for nothing!" Gritting her teeth, Liliana cuts off her own tirade and punctuates it by punching the solid stone of the tower with her right hand. But for her thick leather gloves, she would have bloodied her knuckles. Covering her face with that same hand a moment later, she continues in a much softer tone. "Forgive me, Gripus. Though decades have dulled the pain, some of my wounds have yet to heal. You are not the subject of my ire, and do not deserve to be party to it."

After a long moment of regaining her composure, Liliana lowers her hand back to her belt. Ever since leaving her homeland, she had found herself becoming more and more emotionally driven. After so long she considered herself to be almost human in that regard, though her outbursts still brought her personal shame.

"I am here to redeem myself, yes, but no longer in the eyes of the Order. I seek only Sol's approval now. Aren did not deserve to have his lot cast with mine, and I will see our work done. I cannot go on like this any longer. Either I or this curse must come to an end before I will be able to find peace again." As she went on, Liliana's voice grew stronger and some of the fire burning in her heart returned to be shown in her eyes. She was a proud woman after all, and it was wonderful to have purpose again even if the challenge may prove too much for her in the end. "Shall we leave together then, as we once returned from that hellscape? I am not what I was then, but my arm is still strong and my blade still hungers to release the souls of the dead."