WeepingLiberty

A Prized bride (The return)

Gonna finish up with Kisari and Sorrins posts tonight seeing as Ill be out tomorrow for unknown amount of time.

A Prized bride (The return)

Lol it's okay. I'm going to be away all weekend for Mom's graduation soooo....

A Prized bride (The return)

@agentmanatee

Waiting on posts from Ari and Wolf so I can remain in timeline with them.

A Prized bride (The return)

Still waiting on a Potato post, just recently posted so I can hold off until Ari and Wolfy post their bits to keep Sorrin and Kasari in the same timeline as them.

The Grave Keepers

Crossing her arms, Nova sighed with resignation. If tonight was supposed to be a test of their patience, she wasn't doing too well thus far. The presence of death always made her a little anxious, not that she feared them per say, but there was something familiar about the way it felt. Like a thick blanket of fog that she could reach out and grab with her own two hands, just the thought of it sent shivers down her spine.

"And what exactly do you expect we'll hear coming from the cellar?" Pulling a sash from her belt, fastening each end to a designated hook on her weapon shaft. Slipping it over her head, Nova shifted the familiar weight of her scythe to her back so that her hands might be free for the evening. If all they were doing was sensing the spirits within the house, she wasn't going to need her weapon for that... In fact she was sure she would end up offending someone with it and causing unnecessary trouble for her new teammate. With a shake of her head, Nova lifted her right hand and waved it dismissively. "On second thought, I don't want to know. It'll be more interesting this way."

Stuffing her hands in her pockets, Nova began wandering about the entry way to give Hogarth some time to ask any questions of his own before she tapped his shoulder. "Come on, I think we should have a look around the place before it gets too much darker. Get familiar with space and all that, you know?"

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Azilon Dantanath

"Husband" of Rya Mira and Aeila Snowblood

Barely supported by the small creature, Azilon drew the eyes of a few other Drakken who snickered at the sight of him. Though his snarled responses kept them at bay, as if they could sense the dangers that even a wounded Drakken could bring. Somewhere along the way he heard the Gemminite's voice though it wasn't until the trio had made it back to him chambers that he had a moment to comprehend all that had been said up until that point. Leaning back in the chair gratefully, Azilon gritted his teeth against the pain in his back and allowed the girl to finish asking the questions popping into her head before he responded. Though at first all he could do was chuckle at the entire situation.

"Gods know what either of you are to me. To be perfectly honest I'm not entirely sure that I would have even picked brides for myself, just isn't my style. But as circumstances would have it, it would seem I've managed to acquire not one but two young ladies this evening. What ever am I going to do about the both of you?" Exhaling slowly, Azilon felt as if he were already regaining some of his strength back now that he was far from the buzzing crowds below. Sensing someone's approach, Azilon strained to push himself to his feet and made his way toward the door. Reaching a hand out, Azilon pulled the door inward revealing a rather short fellow with his own hand outstretched to knock. Weighing the poor guy down was the large overcoat Azilon had tossed at Aeila earlier and the twin blades he had dropped after loosing his battle with Rynek.

"Oh, it's just you Scoot. Ah good, put those over there somewhere." The Drakken waved the short man inside and closed the door behind him, seeming to pay the newcomer little mind. Even by Gemminite standards "Scoot" was short, perhaps the same height as the girl with the injured hand, and was well rounded in all of his features. If one were to compare him to an animal, most would have said he looked rather like a rodent... Azilon would certainly have agreed. Even the man's nature was a little more on the timid side, but ever since Azilon had acquired him as a servant of his household, the young Drakken lord had grown quite attached to him. Rather than settling back in the chair Azilon instead settled on the open space of the floor, folding his legs in front of him in a relaxed yet still attentive position.

"I certainly hope you don't think that this little scratch is going to take me out for good, child. Don't get me wrong, the pain is quite distracting but it is nowhere near fatal." Azilon puffed out his chest and chuckled, a motion he seemed to forget would turn him into a spasming mess. Curled forward over his still crossed legs, Azilon's chuckle turned into an annoyed growl.

"Gods damn that man. Anyway, if you'd like to go home so badly you are more than welcome to try. I won't force you to stay seeing as I didn't exactly show up with claiming a bride in mind... However before you step foot outside that door, and this goes for either one of you at this point, just be aware of the consequences." He warned, face suddenly turning serious as an amused Scoot began rubbing damp rags down his master's injured back.

"Once you walk out that door any Drakken still wandering the halls holds the right to stop you and do with you as he pleases if you do not bear the official mark of a lord in attending. The little sprite might last a bit longer on her own, but I fear you, little dove, wouldn't make it out of the fortress without being claimed by another... Far less handsome creature than I. But like I said, the choice is up to you so why don't you sit for a while and think about it carefully. That goes for you too little sprite." Just as suddenly as his seriousness had appeared it vanished, leaving behind a rather exhausted looking man wincing each time Scoot's hand ventured too close to the wound along his spine. Waving the small man away, Scoot retreated to a corner of the room, awaiting any other task that might fall to him.

"I guess some introductions are in order. I am Azilon Dantanath, Guardian of the Dark Forest and Wielder of Nightmares. This mousey little fellow here is Scoot, servant extraordanair." As he spoke Azilon had shifted in an attempt to stand however this time it wasn't the pain that hindered him. Head spinning from the excessive bloodloss Azilon's vision went white before he was plunged into the dark of unconciousness, body toppling back down to the ground before he had even heard any of the girl's responses. Scoot jumped and the sudden collapse, though to be honest he wasn't all that surprised. Heaving a sigh, the small man gathered a blanket and a pillow for the fallen lord in addition to some medical supplies he had not been able to apply before.

"Sorry about him, he's not so bad... For a Drakken. He's young still, plenty sturdy, I suspect he'll be ready for the return trip by morning. Best to just let him be. I'm Scoot by the way, well actually my name is Kushniryk Sol, however Lord Dantanath isn't very fond of that name... Feel free to call me what you like though." The small man knelt by the Drakken's slumbering form, propping him up so that he could dress the wound to prevent infection. He kept his eyes on his work but carried on the conversation as if he weren't currently playing nurse to a man easily twice his size.

"Well, I guess you two have a decision to make don't you. If you're planning to stay, you're welcome to use the bed seeing as m'lord won't be. If there's anything you need, feel free to ask." The man shrugged as he finished dressing the wound, tucking the blanket in around the Drakken before withdrawing and stoking the room's fire.

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Sorrin Lucielle & Kasari Liesma

Bride of Siadamkiru Beneni/ Bride of Zakroti; Sister-Bride to Aymiria Cassiel

Sorrin sniffled again as she felt Lady Sia's arms fold around her comfortingly. The whole place was foreign to her, proving that it could be just as much terrifying as it could be beautiful. Nodding her response to Sia, Sorrin managed to settle down a bit, trusting in the sound of her new friend's promises. She was a little hesitant as Sia stepped a little bit aways to speak to the lord, but she decided to put on a brave face and hang back where the man's guards stood.

Somewhere closeby a small commotion caugh Sorrin's interest, the sounds originating from the room just beyond the guards themselves. Debating whether it was a good idea or not to investigate, the curious Gem girl found herself waiting no longer than a couple moments before her question was answered. Just before she had decided to poke her nose in, a small critter darted out of the door and around the feet of the guards. Watching the thing scurry about, Sorrin froze as another Gemminite girl pounced from the doorway to scoop the little guy up. A beaming smile lit up her face suggesting she was happy to see the little monster, a species of lizard Sorrin had never seen before. Eyes wide with wonder, Sorrin leaned in to get a better look.

"What in the world is that thing? It's so scaly and tough." Sorrin asked, staring intensely at the small creature in the taller Gem's hands.

"His name is Leo, he's a Horn-Crested Desert Dragon. Don't let the name fool ya, he's a big sweetheart... Followed me all the way up here from home. Here, want to hold him?" Kasari asked, motioning to the wide-eyed child that it was okay to hold her beloved friend. She chuckled as Leo quickly escaped the blonde girl's grasp to drape himself over the newcomer's shoulder, tail wrapped around the back of her neck for support. Out of the corner of her eyes, Kasari glanced at the female Drakken speaking to Zakroti about things she was sure she wouldn't understand.

"I'm Kasari by the way, what's your name?" She asked, returning her full attention to the young blonde standing before her.

Sorrin had to fight back a fit of giggles as Leo moved his tail, every twich of a muscle tickling the back of her neck comically. As if the incident down in the dining hall had never happened, Sorrin found herself laughing and smiling again as the bold Gem introduced herself.

"Sorrin, my name is Sorrin. It's a pleasure to meet you." She replied, glancing over to the pair of conversing Drakken with curiosity plastered to her face.

"I don't really understand this whole claiming thing, but I take it the one Lady Sia is talking to is your new husband? Is he nice?" Sorrin asked, not very surprised by Kasari's shrugged response.

"Not really sure at this point, after all I really only just met him. But these guys over here have massive amounts of respect for the guy, so I guess he can't be all that bad... Then again we are talking about Drakken standards." Kasari chuckled as she motioned to the guards belonging to Zakroti.

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~I will edit in summary tomorrow. Tyyyyyuuuuuurd (tired)

A Prized bride (The return)

@Ellion

Yeah, totally. Just doing my final edits now... You know spell checks and last minute additions before I post it, all that jazz. Shouldn't be too much longer.

A Prized bride (The return)

I'm almost finished writing this post I swear. T.T

It'll have to wait until tomorrow though, 'cause I have to get up early in the morning so I can drive my friend to her doctor's appointment. 'Tis a hard life I lead, but someone must do it. XD

The Grave Keepers

@Cuddle Pot

Wow, two miles. I cant even bring myself to walk one. XD

I used to be field back in highschool. My event was discus, always wanted to try javelin but I never got the chance. Had a really good time though, I kind of miss it.

A Prized bride (The return)

@WilsonTurner

Personally, odd time ratios dont bother me. I get confused and frankly irritated by those RPs where it's like: 2 irl days = morning... etc etc

People get left behind, posts get rushed so that interactions dont get interrupted, and opportunities for plot twists and bunnies get cut out because time does not allow gfor the reactions necessary to play it out.

I like that as a group we've taken the time to play out the moment, and despite a few irl setbacks (me included), we've done pretty good. Best RP I have ever had the pleasure of being in.

And feel free to ignore me... this is really early morning rambles from the silly minded and sleep deprived Libby. Might have to take a nap before I finish writing this post.