Pundii

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Harry Walsh

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Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks - Back Courtyard

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Glancing back and forth between Aziza and the others, Harry allowed only mild curiosity to take him as the issue of papers and the prison was discussed. He figured he could form at least a slight understanding of what was going on, but made no effort to question it proper. As far as he was concerned, it was not his issue, and he should leave it. Getting involved with anything of the sort, particularly when the involved parties were discussing a visit to the local prison under guarded escort. His eyes drifted back to Aziza as she stood and then made her way outside.

Clearing his throat as he found a pause in the present conversation, Harry moved to stand as he picked up his own plate, giving little more than a simple and respectful nod in the direction of the Lord Major to excuse himself, not wishing to intrude upon the conversation as he took a step aside and moved to set down his empty plate in the pile along with those discarded. Making his way out toward the door Aziza had left through, he stepped quietly and glanced around, eventually finding his way out into the back courtyard as he looked over at her.

Harry considered whether he should give her some time to herself, she had clearly appeared frazzled by the conversation, and indeed any time that Haakon's notes came up she seemed quite concerned. However, it came to his attention that he hadn't really had the time to ask if she was okay, and he was brought back momentarily to his own 'outburst' as it were the night before. Taking in a breath, he moved over toward her, footsteps quiet as he made his way over to her, hands clasped behind his back as he watched her. "Is everything alright, Aziza?" He figured there was probably a better way to put his question, but comforting others had never been particularly his area of expertise.

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William Drake

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Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks - Infirmary

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As Vera responded to his insistence that he and Lauren came along, William stood there somewhat awkwardly, believing that his vain attempt at ensuring he did not appear as though he wished to be along with Vera had failed drastically. However, he wondered, should he really have been trying to hide it? At this point, it was all so frustrating that perhaps it would have been best to avoid beating around the bush. Were he to say anything of course, he'd have probably preferred a more private setting, having Lauren and the Medic there was complicating the thought a bit.

As the Medic spoke up to explain everything was okay, his mind began to wonder what the true cause was. Could it be that she had actually not been ill or clumsy, but something else? Could it have possibly been caused by him? Suddenly it dawned on him. All of this frustration and irritation, the fact that she'd seemed so faint and ill, and could hardly cast a look in his direction. Oh no, it was so much better than he'd though, she was, clearly, head-over-heels for him! He grinned, unable to help it as the thought came to him, he'd had 'triumphs' as Vera would call them before, but this time, he felt genuinely happy as he came to the realisation.

Clearing his throat, determination took him then as he turned back to Vera, he knew that Lauren and the Medic were both there, but now he didn't care. Turning his gaze toward Vera, he took a step closer, confident in his movements as he went to speak up. "Vera, I-" William froze as he heard another voice, seeing as Peter entered the room behind him and moved over toward Vera. That bastard. Momentarily, William clenched a fist, struggling to keep his sudden frustration and anger from boiling over as he shook his head, not even bothering to say anything now as he turned around, moving out of the infirmary and down the hall, feeling like he was about to explode.

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I'll be posting here and elsewhere first thing in the morning, friends. ^^

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@Bishop

I made a brief reference in my post that the King and Queen of Sliabh were just riding up in a carriage alongside the rest of the guards, if it helps give you a starting point.

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Aedan Merryn

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Location: The Kingdom of Abhainn
Interacting With: Me, Myself and I

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The long march. Aedan was used to it, long days on the road, tiresome and usually boring journeys cross-country, ferrying troops back and forth from the front-lines. It felt the same, but it was far from it, now the war was supposed to be over, he supposed this was the last march into old Abhainn, the journey to introduce Julianna with King Maddox, to sign the truce with a marriage and so say an end to the war once and for all. By all accounts, it should have been a happy occasion, but for Aedan, it was yet another busy one. He had declined a carriage, though it had been offered to him, preferring to ride on horseback as he had been brought along primarily for the purpose of maintaining the guard who had come with the Lady Julianna, and of course, the king himself.

Normally, Aedan would have been somewhat vexed at being dragged from his home and men for the purpose of an escort such as this, however he'd learned enough of politics in the past few years that he had been a lord, and figured well enough why it had been him, and not another lord brought to the meeting. A show of soft power, the gentle nudge and reminder of enemies in the event that the truce fell through somehow. Though he preferred to keep such titles among men of honour, certain other lords, and even the new king himself to a degree, seemed to have a knack of parading Aedan's military successes as a form of mockery to other lords of Abhainn.

Whatever the reason he had been brought, he brushed it from his mind, remembering what his intention was, to keep his fellow royals safe, though, so far into the kingdom of Abhainn, there had been no threat, and it seemed by all intents that King Maddox fully intended upon maintaining the truce which had been organized. Aedan appreciated that there had been no sudden change, trickery or attempt at violence, but he was still on edge. While the Lady Julianna had made her way at the front of the troupe to meet with the King, accompanied by a rather large host of guards, mind, Aedan rode back to the carriage where his king and queen where, further back, and surrounded by a few of the guards the king had, of course, insisted upon keeping charge of himself.

However, his riding back and forth had been for nought of particular importance, all was well, and would remain as such as he now cantered back up the road, past the lines of guards and carriages back toward the front. He could see ahead as Julianna climbed out of her carriage, moving up into the courtyard where she was meeting with the King himself, surrounded by all the nosey and gawking kinds of nobles he had once held an immense distaste for. Delicate dresses and tunics were all he could see, in all colours that southerners considered fashionable. Hopping off his horse and beginning to step up toward the courtyard, he figured he almost looked barbaric by comparison.

Dressed in a thick leather Jerkin and simple clothes, the large fur cloak Aedan wore over his shoulders was out of place, and even he had to admit, was beginning to emphasise the heat somewhat as the sun bore down from above as he adjusted the two straps of it which crossed over his chest, idly brushing a gloved finger over the lion crest which had been engraved into the straps themselves. Reaching down, he adjusted the sheathe and belting of his sword, stepping up proper into the courtyard as he glanced over a few of the nobles, sticking out somewhat like a sore thumb as he remained always a few steps back from the Lady Julianna, watching in silence as she spoke with the King.

He did casually chance a glance upward, toward the many Abhainnian nobles who had come out to see their King meet Julianna. Searching through the crowd, he did eventually lay eyes upon Lady Ward. He had not seen her a great deal of her in the trip, though he had made an effort to try and keep up with her from time to time - much to the displeasure of his horse, which by now had become rather worn out - she had left early with the intention of arriving in Abhainn earlier to meet with family. Regardless, he was pleased to see she had arrived and seemed relatively comfortably, conversing with one of the other Abhainnian nobles whom he was not familiar with. Casting a casual glance over his shoulder, he eventually set his eyes back upon the Lady Julianna, awaiting the guards to escort the King and Queen up to the courtyard as well.

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

I'll be out tonight, but I'll do my best to get a quick reply in once the first IC post is up. ^^

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Harry Walsh

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Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks

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As the others began to speak up, Harry cast hardly a glance in their direction. He may have been dragged into the same sort of business which they had been discussing, but this particular business which was being discussed, he figured was more that of the Lord-Major, Miss Josephine and Mr. Elvsgaard. He did glance back up toward them when he saw the representative from the prison approach, and he couldn't have helped himself from glancing back over when he heard the Corporal announce his presence once more, in the kind of manner which could still only be begging for a promotion. Harry truly had to wonder if the man had been disciplined a little too much as a child.

He heard the soft whisper from Aziza's lips beside him, turning over to see her watching him. Gently, he reached over and set his hand atop her own, offering as reassuring and warm of a smile as he could, eyes locked on hers, silently re-assuring her of his promise that he'd keep her safe and protected. He appreciated what the Lord-Major was doing, Harry had no clue what Haakon may have written in his notes but it was clear enough that it distressed Aziza, whatever it could have been. For the Lord-Major to be confiscating it was a welcome turn of events, and one that would hopefully ensure some degree of calm for Aziza.

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William Drake

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Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks

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His eyes intently focused upon Vera, William offered a gentle nod and a smile as he saw hers in response to his question, though it faded quickly as she shook her head afterward and turned away. He sighed, frustrated as he continued to carry her along. It irritated him how she seemed to detest him in that moment. Was she really so put off by him now that she could hardly afford to look at him? Just that thought hurt more than the moment he'd seen her in Peter's arms. The numb feeling in his chest grew to a sharp one, as if he was being stabbed in the heart by her cruelty. After all, that was what it had to be, what other reason could she have for being so dismissive of any attempt he made at decency?

Shaking his head again, he continued carrying her along as the Medic led them toward the Infirmary. Taking her to the room he was directed to, William sighed as he gently set Vera down, about to turn and leave before he was requested to stay. Glancing to the Medic, and then to Vera, he nodded, moving back toward Vera's side as he sighed. He didn't know what exactly he was meant to be there for, but he supposed the Medic probably needed some help figuring out if she was okay. Though, as the walk had gone on, William had begun wondering just how ill she actually may have been. He staggered back for a moment as a guard hurried into the room, passing Vera the note as he raised an eyebrow, watching her.

As she spoke up and insisted she had to return to the museum, he cleared his throat. "At the very least, you'll need someone to make sure you don't faint again, even if the medic here says you're fine. I'll be going with you... And Lauren." He quickly jumped to ensure he wasn't just volunteering himself, that would look too eager. No, why would he have appeared eager anyway? He was frustrated, annoyed by her presence, if anything, it was good he volunteered Lauren. She could be a 'peacekeeper' between the two of them.

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@Lady Amalthea

I'm half-way through a post at the moment, should be up soon, sorry!

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Lord Aedan of Sliabh

_{{ ”If you wish for peace, you must be willing to fight.” }}

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| Name |

Aedan Merryn.

| Nickname |

'The Lionheart' - The title Aedan earned among many of his troops and warriors of Abhainn who he faced in combat.

| Age |

Thirty.

| Gender |

Male.

| Sexuality |

Heterosexual.

| Kingdom |

Sliabh.

| Alliance |

The Late George III Of Sliabh

| In Depth Appearance |

Not the largest and strongest, nor the smallest and most agile, Aedan's physique is a firm balance between the two, though still athletic and muscular, betraying his warrior lifestyle. His wavy, black hair is often held up in a bun, fading down into a well-kept beard which does not extend too far from his face. He has a pair of dark grey, almost blackened eyes, and fair white skin. Most of Aedan's body is free of scars, though there is one particularly noticeable one which runs from his forehead down to the side of his right eye, one he received in a particularly close call with a Knight of Abhainn during the war. Living primarily in the Northern parts of Sliabh, Aedan tends to be seen in warm clothes, fur cloaks and thick leathers as opposed to well-made or decorated nobles' dress. Generally, some refer to Aedan as looking solemn or guarded in his expression.

| Habits |

Stroking his Beard || When deep in thought, Aedan has a habit of running his fingers through his beard, scratching at it or straightening it out as he considers plans or what to do next.

Chewing his Gums || When frustrated or in any situation of particular irritation or annoyance, Aedan tends to chew on the gums in his cheeks or biting his lips. He does it subconsciously, and it generally takes for Aedan to be immensely irritated for him to do it.

| Hobbies |

Reading || Though he is a fighter first, Aedan prides himself on being well-educated. Knowing that he is lucky to be so well-educated, he spends a great deal of his free time studying history, tactics and all manner of things.

Duelling || While he is a general and strategist, Aedan still prides himself on his skill as a swordsman. He often takes the time to personally assist in the training of his men and guards, sparring and duelling with them to help them improve, as well as himself.

| Likes |

Honour || Aedan has a strong and proud sense of honour, and he respects those who similarly have such a code they follow.
Books || Learning is one of Aedan's preferred past-times, and so he enjoys books of almost any kind. Though, history in particular is a favoured topic.
Ale || Like most men, Aedan enjoys ale when it is appropriate, preferring it to wine.
Peace || Aedan may be a soldier and a warrior, but he professes an intense devotion to the attainment and preservation of peace in all forms.
Cold Weather || Aedan is mostly used to cold weather, he prefers it as it reminds him often of home, and he believes it breeds strong folk.

| Dislikes |

Traitors || Loyalty is important to Aedan, and those who abandon their loyalty to the kingdom of Sliabh, whoever they are, are sure to gain Aedan's ire.
Arrogance || People who claim titles or respect which they have not earned is one of the things Aedan can hardly stand.
Noble Expectations || The expectation that as a noble, Aedan should be primarily focused on finding a wife and making a lasting family name, is something he detests
Southerners || Though he's polite enough to keep it to himself, Aedan finds those from the south tend to be fancier, weaker,
and generally more irritating than he prefers.
Murderers || Though he has debated if such a distaste is hypocritical, Aedan finds the taking of one's life which is not for proper reason the most detestable act of all.

| Fears |

Ruling || Though it would be an immensely unlikely circumstance, being a lord is already terrible enough for Aedan, who would prefer to live his life on the battlefield, rather than on a throne.

| Personality |

Hardened, strong and solemn, Aedan does not fit the category of most noble lords. Strength is one of Aedan's best characteristics,
though it is Strength of Heart. An incredibly brave man, Aedan would never back down from any sort of challenge, and fears of death or injury have always been the last thing he'd give thought to. Given his rough beginnings, Aedan has also held a great deal of respect and even love for the common folk beneath him. He takes no pleasure in being considered above others, and does his best to protect the common folk, while making as little a show of his wealth and stature as he is able to.

While he is honourable and loyal, earning Aedan's trust is not an easy thing to do. An incredibly reserved and solemn person, Aedan does not make friends easily, and he is rarely even seen with a smile on his face. Considering he is the only one of his family, and many of Aedan's closest friends have died in battle, there is little people know of his history, or even of him aside from rumours, and he endeavours to keep it that way, generally not wishing to risk any sort of affection for others.

| Background |

Aedan Merryn was born a commoner, his father a blacksmith and mother a cook in the north of Sliabh. His childhood was as most common boys' was, without much in the way of education, and with its fair degree of troubles. Luckily, work was never hard to come by for his parents, with his father regularly receiving work with the war, and his mother having all sorts of travelers going between the kingdoms to cook for. Aedan's life was changed, however when an Abhainn army took over his home. His father killed in the fighting, Aedan became separated from his mother shortly after, never learning her fate, as he was eventually picked up by a group of Sliabhan soldiers retreating south. Though he was young at the time, Aedan ended up joining with the soldiers, being trained to eventually join the Sliabhan army.

As he aged, Aedan's ability and rank in the army grew, and he was eventually knighted for his valour and ability in fighting. Becoming a general of the Sliabhan forces, Aedan spearheaded a major counter-offensive in the North, retaking large areas of territory which had been lost in the war with Abhainn. It was during this counter-offensive that Aedan earned the title of 'Lionheart', given out of respect for him by some of his enemies, before the name began to spread among his own men as well. Retaking his homeland, Aedan was ordered to hold it by King George III, and given a lordship along with the land while the treaty with Abhainn was being discussed. Though he had never particularly wished to rule, Aedan accepted out of a deep loyalty for the king, and began to rule and lead his armies in the North,
defending against the occasional skirmish while the treaty was negotiated.

During his lordship, Aedan made a few visits to the capital to speak with the king, becoming a close ally and even confidant for George III. There were some in court who suggested that in some way Aedan had been a son that George had always wished he'd had, instead of his own child and the new King, Jack I. When Jack was crowned following George's death, Aedan maintained his loyalty to the kingdom of Sliabh, though he has always maintained an air of caution about the new king, openly disagreeing with a number of his decisions and decrees. Regardless, Aedan remains a loyal servant of Sliabh, and for now, a personal guard to the Lady Julianna.

| Extra |

I'd be hard-pressed to decide between anything Medieval or Sci-Fi.

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@HushedWhispers

Who isn't in love with Jon Snow, really?

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@Morose@Nallore

It's done, we're officially at Supernatural levels of bonkers.