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Time: Late Morning
Location: Castle Gardens
Attire: Alexander and Lianna
Interaction: @Tae Mina @Helo Callum
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“Enjoy yours as well, prince. The Black Rose will maintain contact for anything you might need,” Alexander smiled. He was quite pleased with the auction's development concerning the bachelor's. It would give some lords a chance to place their daughters into the paths of eligible potentials at the cost of coin rather than making the best of a long game of garnering good impressions.

Mina agreeing to host alongside him was a pleasant addition to the project they were pursuing. To be closer to her was a personal matter and though he did not foresee himself having trouble doing so, the auction was a sure way to solidify that. He was being reeled in without much effort, getting closer and closer to the bow of her vessel. All he needed was for her to pull him in…

A delight.

With the planning of the auction secured, he shifted his attention back to Mina, looking upon her with his winning smile. However, it was short-lived as he noticed panic surface over her expression. He placed a hand on her upper arm and turned towards her field of vision as she spoke of seeing someone she recognized. His face contorted into a scowl as he became defensive for Mina. Even as she changed the topic, his eyes scanned the crowd.

“Yes,” he replied though he wasn't entirely listening to what Mina was saying about the auction. Nothing. Whoever had startled Mina had mysteriously vanished or made their presence less than obvious. Returning his sights to the woman in his grasp, Alexander couldn't help but look slightly concerned. He wore a smile of course, but his brows had a slight furrowing.

“Mina, I am…” He took a step closer to her, his hand sliding down to her wrist. With his voice now a whisper, he continued. “...not a man who gambles things I find extraordinarily precious.” He could feel her radial pulse beat so fervently from his touch. “I'm far more concerned with how you're doing. Something troubling you? Are you comfortable, Mina?” He asked, his voice as gentle as the strum of the harp across the garden. “If you like, we could schedule something. Just you and I. No distractions… No discomforts.”

In Avalia 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Darius by@FunnyGuy and Dante by @Alivefalling


Time: Morning
Location: Gaurav Village
Interactions: Menzai @samreaper, Cyrus @Helo, Ophelia @princess and Viola @13org
Equipment: 2 shot glasses, 1036 Amas total, Flowers from Phia, Dante’s cellphone, and Dante’s knife


Cyrus was able to share that he was from the River Fairy Kingdom, which for a second piqued his interest since he hadn't heard of the place before. He knew of Riverbloom and River Port during his short time in Avalia so it made him briefly wonder what Cyrus was referring to. What was more significant to Darius was Cyrus's mention of reuniting his family and how pivotal it was for him and Viola.

“I do. Family is everything to me.” Darius had replied with his eyes lingering on Dante's face with slight concern. Cyrus then spoke rather cryptically about not asking him the same question posed by Darius. Sure, he wasn't going to just spill all the beans but Cyrus seemed to have taken the opportunity away if he was foolish enough to do so. Perhaps it was something he could address later.

Darius had been ready to answer Cyrus and Viola's concerns regarding the Gaurav villagers when Phia landed before the group with her usual spirited energy. She bounced back. That's good. For the first time since the battle with the roc, Darius smiled, meeting Phia's with his own.

“I'll take some healing, Phia. And Dante might have some scrapes but I think he needs one of those blue potions to get back to normal.” Darius didn't even have injuries and was sure Dante was just fatigued but he had a feeling Phia might just feel happy to be helping in any way she could. He returned his attention to the previous topic of discussion.

“We've been at the Gaurav Village for about two weeks. I wouldn't take their… welcoming personally. Their village is out in the boonies- I mean, it's out of the way from everything else. They're a secluded village that doesn't get many people stumbling upon their territory. No main roads lead here and from their perspective, you showed up with a huge ass killer bird… They're just cautious is all. It'll get better. The people that matter trust you enough.”

The group would continue on their until they reached the village. The air was filled with hushed words and many eyes peered at the sight of the new visitors.


Time: Late Morning
Location: Sorian Beach
Interaction: @Potter Layla @princess Charlotte, @tpartywithzombi Ariella.

Feeling Layla's legs squirm against his grip pulled Lorenzo back to reality. He was still holding her... He was alive and somewhat well… Charlotte was alive… And best of all, he wasn't in hell with Calbert as his demonic torturer. His hold loosened as he let out a sigh of relief. With Layla escaping his grasp, he planted one hand down on the brittle sand, taking a few deep breaths. The other held the half-drunken smoothie. I'm still alive… Why? He peered up at Layla.

“I think you must be cursed, Duke Lorenzo. No good deed goes unpunished, does it? Keep your distance and think before you act, Duke.” Her words had bite but compared to other times, it was more like… nibble. She nibbled him… after how he had acted. After what he had done. He wasn't quite sure if the pity that befell him was supposed to hurt more than the punishments he had perceived previously but to him, this was a godsend.

And then just like that, Layla departed and his loving daughter gave him some much-needed embrace.

"Everything's okay, Lorenzo. No one is going to suffer and I am right here."

Charlotte was so patient with him. So caring, as if he were her darling child. The roles they played were as flipped and reversed as they could ever be. Why?

Lorenzo remained silent as wiped his tears away with one hand and reached for Charlotte's hand with the other. He didn't utter a word to her and simply nodded as he pushed himself up from the sand.

“I apologize… for that .” His voice was low and filled with shame. He didn't dare try to turn around to face Calbert. If he didn't have to engage the count, he wouldn't. If anything, Lorenzo needed to keep himself from ruining anything else. Carefully peering over his shoulder, he spotted Ariella who he had left to wait by the water. So careful he was not to look any further. “I think I will head back to the estate… Ariella Edwards would like to see some of our flowers in the garden.” Delivering a curt nod with a solemn face, Lorenzo walked from the beach blanket with his strawberry smoothie in hand. He would wave Ariella over, so they could depart.

Still, his thoughts plagued him. His doubts. His embarrassment.

Prince Wulfric was right…


Time: Late Morning
Location: Sorian Beach
Interaction: @Potter Layla, Olivia @Conscripts John, @PapaOso Cassius @Tae Kalliope @Lava Alckon Farim, @ReusableSword Roman, @Apex Sunburn Sjan-dehk, @princess Charlotte

By the gods. By the gods. By the gods. By the gods. By the gods. By the gods. By the gods. I slapped a princess. I slapped a princess. I slapped a princess. I slapped a princess. I slapped a princess. I slapped a princess. I slapped a princess. I slapped a princess. I slapped a princess. I SLAPPED A PRINCESS! Lorenzo could almost weep as he held Layla's shapely legs. At any other time, holding such things might have given him the pinnacle of comfort but not now. Not after he assaulted her in public. He dreaded what might come next. A sharp bite from the snake, the slitting of his throat, beheading, a knife to the throat… or maybe she would burst his head like a grape between her bare hands. He shut his eyes tightly, awaiting the impending when he heard the sound of Calbert's voice.

“I am truly in hell…” He mumbled quietly against Layla's thighs. It made sense to him. Layla had killed him right there and he was in hell with Calbert as his tormentor. He wanted him to stand so he could inflict some manner of torture on him but Lorenzo refused to move.

When heard Charlotte's, tears finally streamed down his face and one of Layla's legs. They… they killed her too?

“Lottie had nothing to do with this! Please don't make her suffer! Just punish me! I'll do anything! Just keep her away from that devil, Calbert Damien!”



Time: Late Morning
Location: Castle Gardens
Attire: Alexander and Lianna
Interaction: @Tae Mina @Helo Callum
Mention:@Silverpaw Wulfric


The eyes. The many eyes upon Alexander filled him with an unbelievable sense of pride. To believe an opportunity to elevate the Sorian crown whilst supporting the less fortunate could just fall into his lap. And because he stepped on a misplaced cherry at that. In this moment preparation hadn't just met opportunity. It crashed into it.

The man couldn't help but have a big cheesy smile in the face of Callum and Mina's praise.

“Beacon? I mean, this is a pursuit shared amongst us. Our views align, my friends. Our objective is something we will all see to fruition,” Alexander commented. Mina went on to express her jubilation in the charity event which gave Alexander a chance to read the room a bit. His eyes met Wulfric's for a single second. He had to give the prince credit, for making himself so difficult to read. I wonder if Marek fears your ascension… what might he do to prepare… or prevent such a thing?

"And I must say, I'm rather excited to see what the silent auction will bring. Who knows what treasures might be uncovered?"

“I don't disappoint…” His eyes lingered on Mina's before he continued. “...so winnings will be nothing short of remarkable.” Alexander gave a confident nod.

When Mina made her suggestion, he couldn't help raising an eyebrow accompanied by a smirk.

“A date night? That is… I like it.” He placed a hand on Mina's shoulder. “But to place yourself as an option… I don't know if I'd find comfort in that.” Concern lined his expression. “You should rally the contenders – your peers and stand by my side as we both host the silent auction together. You'll get the experience of hosting such an event, and you'll get to put that charm of yours to use.” He mocked her wink, returning the gesture.

In Avalia 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Avalia 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

In Avalia 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Late Morning
Location: The Nest, Roshmi City
Interaction: @princess Mari, @Alivefalling Aerilyn, [@Apex Sunset] Scathael, [@Shining Sector] FIVE


The scene of calculated chaos unfolded in the bar. Splinters flew, tables shattered, and now some nasty yellow gas was filling the immediate area around the dreadnaught of Warforged. What was meant to be a rest stop was now a battleground.

Thraash couldn't believe his downswing against the sword was simply outmaneuvered to allow Five to perform a follow-up swing toward Mari who was charging up a light magic attack.

What really took the dragonborn by surprise was Aerilyn springing forth to swing her magically enchanted hammer at the warforged. Thraash had awaited the impact while inhaling through his nostrils.

Deeper… Deeper… Deeper… He could feel the warmth and pressure build in his chest. Even seeing the yellow-colored gas escape the machine of a man, didn't deter what he planned to do. He wasn't sure how effective the full brunt of his flames would be. He didn't know if the gas was flammable. Fuck he didn't know why this was even happening. But by the gods, he knew he was going to release a cone of fire that would make his pops proud.

“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” Thraash breathed at Five. He was aiming for his face but with the size of the cone, the flames would engulf his upper torso too…Oh, and hit a few of the chairs behind him… and some of the tables… and singe some of the hairs on Aerilyn… and there was also that deaf bovine demihuman regular that was minding his own business… And… I think you get it.


Time: Late Morning
Location: Sorian Beach
Interaction: @Tpartywithzombi Ariella, @Potter Layla, Olivia @Conscripts John, @PapaOso Cassius @Tae Kalliope @Lava Alckon Farim, @ReusableSword Roman, @Apex Sunburn Sjan-dehk, @princess Charlotte

While sipping the smoothie, Lorenzo couldn't help but turn around sharply to the sound of a howling shriek coming from behind him. He braced himself for combat in reaction to what he thought was a battle cry but all he witnessed was someone falling to the ground amid the group forming around his blanket.

Ariella, with her keen eyes, was able to explain more than what he could see. The strange peasant girl… She fell asleep again? Lorenzo recalled the events at the play when he protected her from Dr. Williamson's uncharacteristic assault… And there he was again, far from Lorenzo's reach and amongst the others who had no idea of his strange proclivity.

“Not thankfully. He beat that same woman while she slept during the very play you mentioned.” Lorenzo balled his free hand as he watched the scene from a distance. Layla and some other woman looked to be getting close while the other men appeared to be ogling Layla. Probably complimenting her great figure. She is quite the woman. Puts the dash in Alidasht, I do admit.. Unfortunately, he couldn't hear anything anyone was actually saying.

Charlotte and Olivia seemed to be addressing the fallen young woman while their focus regularly bounced back to Layla. Charlotte, not you too! The duke continued to watch as one man pulled the woman who was the most interested in Layla away. He must be trying to keep her from saying something too charged.

But then John caught his eye once more. Lorenzo could see him! See him inching his way closer to Layla. And then he raised his hand! Lorenzo's eyes bulged as he propped up on a knee. His face was serious but Ariella was still conversing with him.

“Lady Ariella. I believe you and anyone who visits my region will love it.” His voice was pleasant but his face remained serious. Lorenzo's eyes were fixed on John. “And yes, tulips are my favorite for that very reason. They always bounce back… unless you crush them but other than that, they always find a way to make a comeback. To thrive after adversity.”

Lorenzo fell silent for a moment as he listened to Ariella while coming up with a plan to prevent an assault that could very well start a violent war. A doctor slapping a princess on a beach with so many witnesses would be water left under the bridge. Lorenzo couldn't clearly see his face but he could tell John's eyes held an unsettling darkness, as if his demonic urge to slap Layla manifested into his very expression. One? Two? Maybe three slaps… It was difficult to determine. Lorenzo had to do something!

“I'll do you one better, Ariella.” He stood up and finally looked at her, faking a delightful expression. “I'll tell you about your mother and I… on the way to my garden. I can show you my lavender. I'll even let you pick it or pot some if you'd like. I just need to get my things at the blanket, and I'll be back shortly. A Duke's promise.” He nodded.

Once she gave him her agreement, Lorenzo took off with a brisk walk, kicking sand up as he increased his pace. With the flatulence subsided, Lorenzo felt boundless in his stride. However, the duke wouldn't run, as he was wary of John enacting his assault preemptively to avoid being deterred. However, he didn't take into account the obviousness of his speedy power walking. Pumping his arms harder and faster, Lorenzo made it onto the scene and placed himself between John and Layla, his hands outstretched protectively, the shaken-up smoothie still in one of his hands.

“Not another word. This stops now.” Lorenzo's face was flushed but undoubtedly serious in his attempt to save as many lives as he could. Lorenzo needed to show tact. He couldn't just reveal John to be the woman-beater he believed he was. Not when he seemed to be able to do it without any persecution. The doctor must have had more power than anyone could expect or perceive. The darkness the duke had seen was now clearly sunglasses, likely a tool to disguise the killer's intent in his eyes. “Doctor Williamson, I think you've said quite enough. Shezhadi Layla appears more refreshing than this strawberry smoothie tastes but no need to ogle her beneath your sunglasses.” Lorenzo put on a confident smirk before turning around to face Layla, his arms still outstretched.

Plap.


“Your majesty- BY THE GODS! NO!” Lorenzo cried as the back of his hand had accidentally made contact with Layla's chin. Lorenzo was shaking with disbelief as he glanced at John. He… Him! How could this happen?! Lorenzo panicked, falling to his knees as he hugged Layla's legs and he got ready to grovel. “I didn't mean to do that! I-I was trying to prevent this! To protect you! Please forgive and forget what I've done! Please Layla please!” He begged, clenching tighter to her.

In Avalia 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Late Morning
Location: The Nest, Roshmi City
Interaction: @princess Mari, @Alivefalling Aerilyn, @Apex Sunburn Scathael, [@Shining Sector] FIVE


Get a new bounty I tell her. The bitch is piss drunk I tell her…

“Fuck,” Thraash cursed as he picked himself off the ground by using Mari's head to push himself up for good measure. His glowing yellow eyes glared at Aerilyn, the strange, drunk… and unbelievably tall rabbit demihuman. Where once was a table of pitchers in front of her now was shattered wood and glass scattered across the floor. Though Aerilyn had seemed to pull a 180 in terms of demeanor, Thraash wasn't going to stop being pissed off about knocking onto the floor. Not only did it cause injury to his reputation but who the hell reacts like that?!

“Lookin' for somthin'? No. I think I found what I'm itchin' for.” Thraash unslung his axe from his back, gripping it in both hands as he bared his teeth at her. To the patrons watching, Thraash and Aerilyn were having quite the odd state down with the stark differences in their demeanors. Even Thraash was starting to find it strange as she kept up her bubbly appearance. He didn't like beating the hell out of drunks but he'd make an exception. “Stop fuckin' smilin' and- The fuck is that?” A loud crash from behind the establishment stole his attention away from the rabbit. He turned around, his tail swinging against Mari for another good measure.

“What the hell is that?!” Floopa yelled as she moved away from the end of the bar closest to the approaching thuds. Thraash could hear a low droning sound that he could help but think would be a perfect addition for his Muse Box clipped to the waistband of his pants. He would have given the idea more thought if shit wasn't hitting the fan at the moment. He took a deep breath just before the hulking red-eyed metallic being burst through slightly shrouded in smoke with a greatsword spinning like a heavy-duty drill!

That's fuckin' solid…

Not wanting to be too stunned by Five's epic entrance, Thraash spat a small burst of flame. He knew it wouldn't stop the warforged but figured it would provide some level of disorientation. With that, Thraash would attempt to dodge to the right of the spearing sword. His body would knock a table or two over but he'd be ready and in position to swing down on Five's sword to hopefully open him up for Mari to deliver a counterattack. If she fuckin' does it!

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