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The Prince turns to regard the Princess with a conspiratorial grin, "My Lady, would you do me the honor of accompanying me on a stroll about the deck? I have always had a fondness for stargazing and can think of no better companion for a display like this than one whose eyes match the hue of the evening sky." He arches a coppery brow and offers his arm,"Shall we?"
After listening in a respectful silence to the words of his fellow paladin, Tyralor whispers, Celestial: "Priyya, thank you. I am both honored and pleased you have taken the time to confer with me on this matter regarding one that is special to you and, as you have intuited, already quite dear to me." He laughs softly, " It seems I am skilled in diplomacy but not very good at hiding the thoughts crossing through my mind regarding The princess. Have no fear of Alis experiencing censure from me. She had already hinted of her past to me before the dinner and it was that revelation which held my thoughts in its grip. I was silent merely because I find myself filled with an intense rage toward those who hurt her in the name of "god" and hope I can keep those feelings in check when she reveals more to me. Yet it was not just anger that filled my spirit. I was struck by the sudden turn of events today and how so many seemingly unconnected threads have knitted together into an intriguing and unexpected pattern."
"My mother had a vision and revealed to me that by embarking on the journey to Wildethar I would be setting in motion the unshackling of my guarded spirit and the start of my true calling; That the key to the lock was an unlikely one: A slip of a girl whose fair and diminutive appearance belied great strength and the armor she desperately wore upon her heart and soul. I understand her words now...Alis is the one of which she spoke. As we speak I can feel a burning in my spirit and swear in faith upon Miralnas that I will be at her side and help her through whatever tempests she faces whether internal or external. Be at peace Priyya. You may set forth on the path that is laid for you, assured that your charge is well cared for. Upon my very soul I swear this!""
The prince noticeably gives a start as the princess speaks as if being wakened from a deep reverie. Amber eyes widen and brows raise in bewilderment for but a moment, swiftly dissembled behind a convivial smile. His tone is honeyed and affable, "Indeed! I consider myself rightfully blessed to have such a cook in my entourage. Having such a long and potentially arduous journey to Wildethar, I was at pains to ensure the morale of those accompanying me did not flag due to anemic and tasteless culinary concoctions. I firmly believe one can think, fight and work better for longer periods in harsh circumstances when one's palate is pleased. I will admit that long before we set out, I was keenly possessed of the feeling there would be reason to celebrate and therefor employed a cook worth of preparing a suitable feast." Tyralor rises from his seat, gaze passing over all assembled but lingering on Isaac and Lilyana. Raising a glass for a toast, his mellifluous voice rings out," In light of the victory we have won, new found comradery and united purpose, I believe this to be an occasion to rejoice. This is most especially so since Heaven has honored us with the light of Lilyana's grace returning to us. I think it only fitting, if it be your pleasure, that you and My lady Alis perform for us in honor of such an auspicious moment." His golden eyes are alight and a tender smile is upon his lips as he turns his gaze to Alis."Grant me this boon, My lady. I long to hear such harmonies again from a maiden so brave and yet fair."
Following the emotionally charged atmosphere between Priyya and Alis, the prince does not touch his food but instead gazes off silently and seems somewhat distracted. Deep in thought, his hand rests upon his chin rubbing it at intervals as his coppery brow is furrowed. Sense Motive DC 13:
It is quite obvious to an observer that the Prince seems to be overcome by emotions. While the princess speaks he regards her countenance with an intense scrutiny as if willing himself to see beyond some obscuring veil. Rolls:
Deep in his heart he ponders, What has been done to you to cause such sorrow dear Alis? You hint of violations at the hands of your so-called spiritual mentors? I feel such intense anger now at the mere thought of it that I wonder how I shall comport myself if should she reveal the cause of her pain...and yet... to have these feelings, thoughts, passions swirling within me like a maelstrom. So new ... Is this the turning point of which my mother spoke so long ago? So many things coinciding at once I would be a fool not to notice the signs as they manifest before my very eyes. Though introspective he listens to the interchanges between those assembled and at Gelik's comments he intones, "Indeed. My thoughts have been on that as well regarding the significance of it and what bearing it have upon our current endeavors."
I am a female who plays both genders and like Laithoron indicated, the same gender characters invariably end up very much like myself. As a PC I can't play an evil female (since I find them repugnant/obnoxious) however I have no problem doing so as NPC's in my own games and can put myself into their mindset. It is easier to fall into the role when I am the teller of the tale as opposed to the reactionary PC. If I do play a female PC, she will be an intelligent caster (or archery based class) of some sort who is a clever and insightful leader that many look to for strength, who lives by a higher moral code.... like a young Galadriel I guess. The other sort I play is the spunky female who sees the problems in her society and tries to change them but with realistic female strength and skills that fit her body type and attitude etc.
I seem to have the most enjoyment when I play male PCs because I enjoy exploring their psyche. The males come quite naturally to me and when I play on boards my fellow male players are unaware I am a woman at all unless I tell them so. I just seem to understand male motivations in various character types more easily. I also enjoy playing a male because it is far more realistic to me that a male would be out wielding a sword slaying dragons and whooping giants as opposed to playing a uberfemale amazon who single-handedly beats the crud out of men and thus emasculates them...something I find really annoying and yet seems to be a popular theme in quite a vast number of new comic series and movies that have been coming out in recent years.
She then turns her attention once more upon the Prince...and says... Tyralor does nothing to conceal his growing admiration for the diminutive yet dynamic princess and the princess can clearly see that her compliment causes a slight flush to suffuse his fair skin while his eyes shine with a joyous light. As she continues to share, the prince finds himself gently caressing her delicate palm in a calming manner. Whispered Celestial(Alis):
Tyralor smiles at the mention of the paradoxical succubus,"I do not find it all improbable that Lureene could offer you support and transcend the circumstances of her birth. Illuvatar knows the potential of all beings and, though at times trials and sorrow can make resolve uncertain, He places all of us in the very place we are meant to do the most good or can learn the proper lessons your heart is meant to uncover." He pauses, his voice resonating with an energy at once soothing and yet sensual, "'Tis clear to me each moment we continue to connect that Heaven intended for our souls to meet." As the princess speaks the very last, the prince is silent and respectful but the kindness or warmth in his eyes does not fade, nor does the princess sense any censure in his demeanor. The interruption prevents him for saying more but he knows that there will be time enough to discuss these matters after dinner and in privacy. The import of the circumstances regarding the stone are driven into his heart as he hears the words spoken by the other paladin. He could not help but note she had spoken them in a language only the trio could understand, and felt this moment was one of the deepest significance for not only Alis but himself as well: A transition in both of their lives readying them for new chapters to unfold. And thus, as the princess weeps, the tall prince remains at her side his warm, reassuring hand gently stroking her flaxen tresses.
Seeing Darvesch's discomfort Tyralor makes a point to look for a cause. It does not take long for the Prince to ascertain that the brave warrior felt somewhat out of place in such raucous and flirtatious company. Tyralor calls out to the dwarf's retreating form, "Pray noble warrior, stay with us but a bit longer and you shall have a repast worthy of your heroism and effort. Your presence among us is necessary for this gathering to achieve greatest level of enjoyment. I see in you a kindred spirit and would hear of your exploits and of the Lightbringers were you to grant me the honor."
Alis:
In a soft voice only Alis can hear Tyralor utters while his hold upon her hand tightens gently,"I share your calling lady...and you, it seems, share my penchant for wearing summoned armor, though yours manifests more in the form of obfuscation: Your beauty and a positive, playful demeanor. I pray, gracious spirit, that you would but grant me a glimpse of your soul as it truly is. You have naught to fear from me....I see in your eyes a pain and sorrow that long has been held within your heart. Grant me the honor to bear it with you but a moment lady..." His eyes are tender, compassionate yet imploring as he kisses her hand. The prince smiles warmly at the young girls' eager declaration, "Indeed, Lilyana, I would consider that quite a blessing to experience such lilting tones. Your voices matched one another so well that it seemed to me as if a portal were opened to the brighter realms in the midst of the heat of battle. In fact, I would be most eager to hear a duet once more if you would be so kind as to grace us with a performance after dinner. Yes, dinner...which is soon to be served once the spoils of battle are cleared from the table."
Tyralor's eyes are alight with a gentle, yet fiery intensity and the fading rays of the sun set his coppery hair aglow as he softly utters, "Atharos, My lady. Its resonance and power are but a reflection of the intent contained within my soul. I live to serve the Heart of Heaven and wield my blade as extension of the love Illuvatar has for all who draw breath upon this broken world. The flame it brings is purifying not vengeful." "And there is no need to thank me for my actions earlier, dear Lady. I could not let such darkness consume any living being much less those with whom I had just spent a good portion of the day. You already know the other... impetus... compelling my spirit then and now."
Seemingly unaware of what is transpiring around them, Tyralor takes Alis' hand, brings it to his lips as his eyes lock with hers. Swirling within his golden gaze the princess perceives a myriad of emotions,"My lady, you have but to ask and I shall let poetry freely drift from my lips to caress your delicate ears...Let us hope you are a skilled navigator, for this prince could well find himself lost in the depths of your violet eyes. "
His amber-hued eyes dance in amusement, his voice a husky whisper, " My Lady, I should think the Zephrys would be highly honored as well to have such delicate hands upon her helm. In turn, The Prince would find it quite pleasantly diverting to watch such a rare beauty as the wind sets her tresses aloft like trails of molten gold."
He whispers to Alis, "I would also consider myself highly favored should you wish to talk at length with me in the privacy afforded by my chambers. There you do not have to veil yourself with such a formal facade and can allow your inner spirit to connect with a like-minded soul. Be assured I will comport myself with respect and discretion. Your honor is quite safe with me." To Darvesch, "And to you most honorable friend, I should like to offer my financial aid to the founding of a chapter of the Lightbringers in Dafar. I will admit that your cause echoes the very calling upon my spirit!"
He continues,"All teasing aside, I should like to extend an invitation to all assembled to partake with me of a much needed repast. Good company is enhanced when one breaks bread together." He looks to Isaac and Lilyana with a glowing smile, "After all, we have much to rejoice about! And I think it fitting that my lady Lilyana shall have use of Nimniel's chamber since she will not have use for it. The Marshall of Eldarion can share those quarters, if it be your pleasure, and I shall make certain a comfortable cot shall be readied for you so you can be near your dear sister." He regards the fair princess with a soft smile, "I would consider it a high honor indeed should My lady Alis choose to make use of my personal quarters for the remainder of the voyage. "
The prince stands back and watches the interchanges between all assembled with a decidedly amused expression but does not join in. He remains silent for much of the interchange when he pipes in, "Hmmm...the air is rife with the scent of innuendo! Such over ripe puns would cause an outsider to think chests and booby traps to be quite an uncommon occurrence. In fact, it seems much of this assemblage has at least two in their possession at present. Some just happen to be a little more full than others. For my part, I'd prefer a good sized trunk." Casts a sidelong glance at Alis's rump with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.
Meanwhile at the prow of the Falcata: Noting the Princess' flushed cheeks the flame in Tyralor's eyes is rekindled as a sensuous smile plays upon his lips. The prince retains his hold upon her hand for a few moments more as the undercurrent between them lingers. Making no attempt to conceal a growing tenderness in his gaze, Tyralor looks as though he would say something more but stops himself. Taking a deep breath, he releases his hold on her hand and smiles,"Nay, Nim is very capable and a few moments more should not be amiss. I think I should like to see what mischief is afoot here myself." Observing the exchange going on ahead of them, he snorts and raises both eyebrows , "Some of your companions are...unique... to say the very least. I can see now that Lureene is unfortunately more acquainted with admirers that tend more toward the uncouth than the chivalrous." He offers his arm to her, his eyes full of warmth,"Though there are now other ships that could bear the liberated prisoners, you and your companions to your desired destination, I would be honored should you and your party choose to travel upon my vessel as an honored guest. If it would be your pleasure, I am most eager to continue our conversation in a place more convivial and private...and one that lacks gore and drifting cannon smoke." He laughs merrily and looks to the princess with expectant eyes.
Alis OR Perception DC 41 (—):
His body is shaken and his eyes are closed as the Princess speaks. He visibly relaxes at her touch, his ragged breathing giving way to a sigh of contentment. As Alis moves to touch his face, his eyes open and their depths are ablaze with emotion. As his smoldering eyes hold her gaze, the prince gently places his warm hand upon hers drawing her delicate hand to his lips, lingering in this manner for a few moments.
He stops and releases her hand, and begins to move toward her as slight flush appears upon his cheek. His voice is breathless, "Seems I forget myself.." He tries to rise to his feet on his own but the princess offers her hand which he takes. In an awkward yet cheerful voice he adds,"Yes. We should...To Nimniel then!"
Alis OR perception DC 26 (Gelik): Tyralor considers her words, his face alight with a sheepish grin, "Ah...Seems I have been duly chastised for my ignorance and indiscretion in this regard!" Laughing at his own expense, his voice a rich melody at once at odds with the dissonance of the cannons beyond yet strangely soothing."I confess to having only a partial awareness Lureene's behavior. This encounter with Ozyrankhus upon the Falcata has given me a considerable measure of disquiet especially when coupled with the suddeness our meeting. I will admit that I've not been as focused on social interaction as much as sorting through what this unusual turn of events could mean."
His gaze is forthright, his tone serious, " Forgive my error, dear Lady. I would make it plain that do not make light of a woman's feelings nor violate a maiden's honor nor sully my own with fruitless dalliances. I know all too well the pain and bitterness that can cause. Though many noble men and women see their station as a license to indulge in debauchery and promiscuity," A smile lights his eyes, but his intensity remains, " I would prefer to attain the ideal: A life long bond with an equal: One who would balance strength, duty, courage and determination with sacrificial love, mercy and compassion."
Alis: Before the princess can begin to speak, Tyralor turns back to her, his countenance is softer now and makes no attempt to hide a tender warmth contained in his eyes. He moves closer to her speaking quietly, "My lady Alis, before any time can pass which allows for speculation to the contrary, I feel it is best to point out that my flowery words regarding your companion which were uttered to foster comradery and goodwill. I had no other intent in mind as I spoke them. I felt that I had been somewhat remiss in my dealings with her since I was consumed by our interactions and the import they carried. It was clear she quite looks up to you and the circumstances of her ancestry no doubt causes her to often feel out of place. Her choice to go against the expectations of her race and follow the path toward righteousness is not something I feel I should ignore considering my own lineage and gifts. Thus, I sought to show my regard for her with encouragement as its intent. I hope I have made my actions clearer to you now." The Prince suddenly drops to one knee before the beautiful princess and takes her right hand to rest upon his heart while in his golden hued gaze, an urgency swirls like a tempest,"I cannot deny, Dear Lady Alis, that it is your eyes which hold the deepest grip upon my spirit now.I am surprised by the effect you seem to have upon me though we have only just met today. What I must reveal I have never spoken to anyone of before. It is a matter of great shame and horror to my mother, and I know I should be torn asunder in my very soul should any pain furrow your brow or any harm to come to you liken unto what she faced. And I fear the worst, that it is precisely what the Ruby Coil intended for you." His luminous eyes are now wide with sorrow and a deep concern, as he continues "That which I am about to reveal one does not utter in earshot of a maiden and which leaves everlasting scars upon those who have experienced them. A member of House Amthyrian, Ozyrankhus and a few others in the Coil were complicit in her abduction and present during a very violent and horrific episode in her life that has left her but a shell of the powerful enchantress she once was." In a strangely halting manner he continues to speak, "They performed dark... rituals...upon her..." At the last utterance, his voice trails off as he slowly intakes his breath. To the princesses keen eye he seems to steel himself as if laboring under a great force and pain to continue speaking. His voice is no more than a whisper as he intones, " Forgive...me..." The prince pauses for a moment and closes his eyes and sweat once more breaks out upon his brow," a being of dark power violated her maidenhood...stripped her of her magical gifts...left her with child..... left her with... me. She gave much of her life essence to protect me and this power I have is a gift of God though I should have been something altogether unholy...the curse they put into my flesh is what renders me as I am now..." His grip upon her hand intensifies and in a voice ragged yet boldly resolved he cries, "I swear by Miralnas I shall not let such a fate befall you as long as I draw breath!!"
Tyralor regards her with kindness and responds with a twinkle in his eyes,"No need to thank me dear lady! I would do the same for you ten thousand times over should you have the need and expect naught in return save the chance to see once more the beauty of such a gracious smile." As she turns to leave that he bows slightly in acknowledgement and returns his gaze to Alis.
Seeing her distress, Tyralor's eyes find her own, their gaze kind and forthright as he places his hand upon her forearm in a gesture of comfort and reassurance. His surprisingly gentle touch seems to emanate a soothing warmth upon her skin as his rich voice reaches her ears. "Dealings? Hmmm...I suppose one might call it that."A dolorous look appears in his eyes briefly as he turns to regard the princess with intent,"Until today I had not met Ozyrankhus personally though his own arts and the machinations of the cabal to which he has pledged himself have had long lasting effects upon myself and my family. He is a member The Ruby Coil, if you are not already aware, which has long sought to destroy or corrupt the influence of the elvish monarchy. Their foul hand had already touched my family before I was ever born. That is how he knew my countenance and no doubt other sources had revealed your whereabouts somehow." The wind tousles his brazen tresses about his face in a dance akin to flame as he continues, "They are insidious in their dealings and have emissaries, minions and messengers witting or unwitting secreted into many strategic places...not all of whom can be seen or so blatantly identified. I can only guess that they must have abducted the Hlokenar's for the purpose of bringing you out into the open." He turns his gaze out to the dragon's watery grave his expression wary and thoughtful,"The stain of Ozyrankhus's foul touch is not so easily removed. Wisdom and experience with his sort tell me that we are not entirely finished dealing with him. He is a zealous being and will most assuredly return to finish his task... though perhaps not in the manner you have already witnessed." Looking to the battle in the sea beyond while a fire rages within his eyes he utters, "When I looked through my spyglass from the Zephyrs, I identified him from his robes and my mother, Karayan's description of him for his face is quite vividly etched into her mind from an event that occurred before I was born." He pauses, his brow furrowed as he turns to Alis,"I think it is best that you and I speak privately regarding the rest." A rueful but with sincere smile appears as he adds gently, "Do forgive me, Lureene but I fear discretion must be used in this instance."
The staccato rhythm of the cannons punctuate the battle-charged air as Tyralor turns his molten amber gaze from the pyrotechnic display issuing forth from the Zephrys toward the two women speaking. He seems somewhat preoccupied and though his countenance is outwardly warm and engaging it does not take much for both ladies to see a faint tightness about corners of his lips and a tightening of his jaw as he utters, "Very well, t'would be ill advised to keep two such formidable and fair maidens in suspense! No doubt my actions and abilities have given rise to many queries within your spirits. Shall we then?" With a smile directed at both and an inclination of his head, he offers a steadying arm with a sweeping flourish to both Alis and Lureene and makes his way to the prow.
I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!! Took forever but here I am! Sorry for the delays guys. Thankfully, our dear DM managed to play me as near to as I would have ...even managing to pick up T's epic manner of speaking! Great Job M!! Wish I could have been part of that directly but now you all have some idea what I am and what sort of evil cabal is after Alis...hell's agents themselves!
Hey guys! So....I've been stuck visiting the husband's family all week starting at brunch and not getting home until it is near midnight each day. I had no idea I was going to have my holiday time so commandeered. You all have been waiting for me to post and since it was too long since my last post it makes sense you would want to forge ahead.
I did try to check the game when I got home each night but found that we have had issues with the router. Sadly, my internet router has gone down as well and I am now typing this using a hijacked wi-fi network from another person in the RV park which has little to no signal strength until we can fix the issue.
The prince is both shocked and perplexed by the erratic and confusing response from the dwarf. He briefly places his hand upon the princess' and gives her a encouraging smile before turning to him with a kind yet quizzical expression, "Darvesch? Surely, you did not misunderstand my very clear intent to protect the slaves and do as little damage as possible to the ship. Before we met one another, my ship was on a peaceable diplomatic mission. I am neither power mad nor bent on killing innocents. Just because the weapon I have on board can be quite destructive, if used properly it can be used to merely intimidate or hasten a surrender. " He continues, his expression kind but guarded,"Lady Alis is quite right regarding her interpretation of my plan. From all things laid before us it is entirely possible that the galley is desperately trying to make its way to the two ships approaching from the far northwesterly side of the island. It only stands to reason that if we can delay this small ship long enough to get ships friendly to both my kingdom and lady Alis' in range that the end result will be far better than this brutal 'slaughter them all' option you seem to think we are espousing. With three ships together en masse, the two other ships may be forced to back down with no loss of life on either side."
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Sorry guys! I finally got to my destination late last night (after 10 hours of travel and a full two days of tearing down the booth and packing stock and my possessions into my RV) only to discover that they had lost our reservation (though they had certainly taken our money)!!!! 0_0 We ended up staying out on a roadside with all of the slides pulled in (verrrrrry cramped) , no power, no water, my son unable to sleep in his bed and no heat (below freezing temps) and therefore no internet, Thankfully, both of the smaller rigs who took what was meant to be our spot left before noon today so we got the Rv all set up and thus...I had no internet up until just a few hours ago. In game time though, Tyralor was only quiet for a matter of seconds when he was in pain.... while in the real world his player was very busy and stuck waiting until she could finally post. I apologize for any delay to gaming enjoyment this pause of mine caused any of you. Anyway, DM said the other warships will take some time to get to us, my ship is nearby, I have something up my sleeve and it would have only been a few moments to cover what T said to Alis etc. In fact, I am sure it took no more than about twenty seconds to say. Hence, we are only about two or three minutes further along in the plot after all is said and done.
It takes just a few moments for the Prince to regain his composure and he smiles in response to Alis' concerned query, Spoiler:
"Have no fear for my well-being, Dear Lady. This is something I have not shared with anyone else, not even my crew. There are circumstances which occurred at the time of my birth that, at times, cause me to be wracked with great pain. Dark entities sought to curse me but the entreaties of my mother to Miralnas saved me from a very dark fate. I now bear His mark upon my flesh and as such will serve him unto the end of my days. The only after effect I experience now are fits such as these which seem to especially intensify when I am on the path which shall lead to the most good." He smiles, "It passes quickly enough. I just so happen to be experiencing more of it upon this island. Perhaps there is some magical effect upon this place that would exacerbate it." Hearing the words uttered by the Princess to Darvesch and seeing the dwarf's immediate dash to the boats he cries, What has overtaken the dwarf? It seems I have made a grave error to have given him such a portion of Del-Synaran ale. He has taken leave of his senses and at the expense of my own ships!" He starts after the dwarf calling, "HOLD sir! I think you are not quite yourself! You do not seem the sort who would rush like an unseasoned warrior directly into the maw of danger and expect not to be quickly swallowed up! I can only assume that the ale I have given you is not suited to the dwarven constitution and has caused you to have acted completely out of character. Please forgive my oversight, master Dwarf. Now if it pleases you, I would ask that you return my ships to my men." He turns to regard all assembled, "There is no need to feel or act so desperately for I do happen to have a plan...and a weapon here-to-for unseen by the eyes of our combatants currently waiting to be used from the decks of The Zephrys. This weapon was created by my grandfather Karanyr shortly before his death. It uses as an accelerant an unique alchemical compound which, when ignited, propels metallic projectiles over great distances allowing us to assail waterborne enemies in relative safety. At first it was somewhat unpredictable and so my grandfather and I worked together to engineer a machination which could more precisely aim the projectile utilizing a long, iron tube. So, while they are heavy and hard to move on land, once they are mounted in a ship they are quite effective. In fact, I have a number of these devices mounted upon the lower deck of my ship and hidden behind hatches so as to hide them when they are not in use. To those who approach the ship, these merely look like windows. I have but to order the hatches to open and we can actually sail right alongside an enemy vessel or creature and riddle it with large holes. We can also heat the metal balls before they are fired and cause vessels to catch on fire once they are struck." He pauses his eyes alight with excitement then adds, "Using this weapon, I think we will have the best solution. I say, we move The Zephrys on an intercept course. Once we are within firing range, we will aim the projectiles at the sails thus slowing the vessel and allowing the Ilmarond ships to catch up. This way we will not risk the lives of the slaves such a ship would undoubtedly use to man their oars. What say you to that, Milady?"
Be patient with me folks! I am going to have to tear down my booth at Dicken's faire, pack up my house(RV) and all of the stock into the storage compartments and get set to travel to see the in-laws for C-mas. I will try to post as often I can....T has some fun surprises on his ship to unveil...
Taking a place at the Princess's side he surveys the scene before them eyes ablaze with anticipation of combat tempered by the realism of what danger the approaching ships could bring. He returns the gaze of the Princess a smile playing upon his lips, "Without question, Milady!" He pauses, then, with a certain deliberateness, places his warm hand upon her diminutive one. Looking intently into her eyes with an urgency, his voice nearly a whisper and pausing between each utterance, he breathes, "I will stand with you...without...question." Sense Motive DC 24:
He has suddenly become quite pale and a faint sheen of perspiration has broken out upon his skin as if he is fighting to function through extreme agony. Rolls:
Shes hawt, that's what she is > 3> Watch out boy-o! ;) I am her Lord and Protector after all....
Tyralor bows slightly to her a gentle smile upon his face, "Well met, Lady Lureene. Indeed, never has such beauty greeted me at every turn!" Surprisingly, the prince makes no obvious start at the bat wings that peer out from the back of the beautiful vision that stands before him and freely takes her offered hand in his, lifting her from her supplicant position. His amber eyes seem to twinkle with kindness and mirth as he adds, "Let not my title cause you to feel it necessary to remain thus before me. There is no need for one so skilled in combat to stay in a position of submission on ceremony. I have heard of your exploits from Milady Alis and I am very much impressed! However, her words could not have prepared me for your beauty! Such beauty should not remain low before another. Be at ease and speak freely! We all shall be confined together soon enough on The Zephrys and our proximity would cause you to kneel before me so often that splinters prick your delicate knees!" Turning to regard the other striking woman that stands in his presence, he smiles in acknowledgement of her greeting and inclines his head. As the undercurrents flowing between the women are not entirely lost on him, his eyes are friendly and full of amusement. "Well met, Ms. Nevah. I have heard much of your deeds as well. I have a feeling our journey together shall be quite entertaining. To be certain, many of the crew shall fall prey to the intoxication of such comely companions! Mutinous thoughts will surely ensue with each deck hand at odds with one another seeking after the attention of his favorite!" Eyes dancing, he pauses to contemplatively stroke his smooth chin, "Hmm...reason dictates I should avoid such dangers! Scylla and Charybdis have nothing on company such as this!" Turning to his fair Lt. he asks, "What say you, Nim? Leave these ladies stranded in favor of the crew's safety...Or...is it rather my ?" At this last, he lets our a rich laugh and turns to Alis with an arched brow and a smile. To the keen gaze of the princess there is a hint of something more contained within their amber depths.
After listening with interest to Alis' tales of their exploits and interjecting with questions at intervals, Tyralor comments with some wonder in his voice, "My own adventures pale in comparison to yours at present seeing as how I have spent much of the time confined on board the worthy Zephrys. The voyage was initiated at the urgent behest of my mother, Queen Karayan Del-Synar. She has since youth been blessed with an oracular gift and though she mentioned that this voyage was one of significance she did not tell me what she had foreseen. Finding myself standing here with you I can only imagine it must have pertained to you and your family. Had she told me that the pleasure of meeting such a ravishing beauty awaited me after the end of a very long and seemingly fruitless venture my objections to proceed would have be quite brief indeed." He looks deeply into her eyes and though his outward expression is quite warm and almost seductive, Alis' discerning gaze notes something like an obscuring mist preventing her from reading anything further. The prince holds her gaze for a time before raising one eyebrow in playful amusement at the offer of her hand. In response, Tyralor graciously offers his own and with a sly grin adds,"Well, it seems I am compelled to follow after you, Milady! One does not simply risk the ire of such an accomplished warrior maiden and expect to come away unharmed! But a word from your rosy lips and I would find myself skewered upon Darvesch's javelin!" At this last utterance his eyes widen in mock fear but his expression is warm, inviting the young beauty to continue the game. Upon seeing the bevy of striking ladies approaching their faces alight with the characteristic blush of admiration, he looks to Nim his eyes-crossed, "To the Gauntlet I believe!" Moving closer, he whispers softly in her ear, "Caution and preparedness are the key to my survival, my dear Nim! Fail me not!" Calling out to Davrvesch with a feigned overwrought tone to his voice he adds, "Save a little of that ale for me will you, friend?"
At the mention of such dangers, Tyralor lets out a merry guffaw, "Demons, Devils, Demigods! What is the world coming to if a princess can not go out on a sailing holiday without being harassed by such minor irritants!" His eyes briefly lose the look of pain and dance with admiration and amusement for the diminutive yet fetching swashbuckler. "Reconnoiter upon my worthy vessel? Oh indeed Milady, I think my men would enjoy a respite from the endless rolling of the sea and should like to enjoy the pleasures afforded from the immovable solidity of the island. But only if this is well with you. If this be your pleasure, a tour of The Zephrys will begin soon enough as we make ready to leave and deliver you to your desired destination." With a smile and slight arch to his coppery brow he utters in silken tone, "I look forward to returning to my vessel's confinement when afforded such a captivating and bewitching inducement: Spending time learning more of you." Tyralor turns his amber gaze from her to the stalwart form of Darvesch. Bowing slightly at the waist as he regards the dwarf with respect and a bright though strained smile, though his tone is jovial, "Well met Darvesch, Honor Cousin to such a brave and unusually skilled princess! I will say that it is an honor indeed to be presented to you and your companions. With foes such as the ones you mentioned I look forward to hearing the tales of your deeds of reknown! If it were not Fate and Luck that saw you through such trying times, mayhaps we need informing as to what did? Your twin war axes perhaps?" Conspiratorially, leaning forward, speaking in a stage whisper, "Seeing that you are capable and worthy warrior, no doubt, you would prefer draining the contents of a cask of Ale to forcibly enduring the endless prattlings and formalities diplomacy entails. To that end, I will bring forth from my ship's hold my very favorite Del-Synaran brew to share allotting for you a double portion of whatever the rest can hold!" Regarding the man at arms with a smile, he adds, "You are included in the distribution of libations as well worthy Lieutenant Malandraenas!" He turns to Nimniel with wink and a grin, "There may be singing and dancing yet my brave Nim! Send word to Namrath of our results here and make sure to have them break out the finest ale from my own collection."
His tight faced smile fades into a look of shock, and with eyes widened, he utters, All this time of wandering at sea to find myself in already charted territory? Milady Alis, we set sail to seek after Wildethar! What a happy chance of meeting you here. We are not in need of aid but had been blown very far off course by a fierce hurricane. Seems all our attempts at navigation have been quite useless." His smile widens though it does not reach his eyes as he says softly, "Perhaps other forces were at work Milady that we should meet one another in such a place. Circumstances have granted me an unexpected gift: being greeted by a lady of station whose beauty is a balm to the flagging spirit of a prince who has been too long at sea. What aid I shall require may be the honor of your company and the pleasure of conversing with you at length about the affairs of the world that have transpired in my absence." His pallor does not seem to abate and at the very end of this utterance he slowly intakes his breath.
Before Alis stands a tall man dressed in robes of the deepest crimson silk overlaid with silver leaf and vine patterns. Upon his hair he wears a circlet, his brazen hair pulled away at his temples with the remainder cascading over his broad shoulders. His thigh high boots and gloves are made of tooled black leather with his family crest (A gnarled Tree under Brightpool's glow whose roots form into the suggestion of a firebird) emblazoned upon them in silver threading. His waist is cinched with a wide and expertly tooled belt inlaid with silver and gold accents. An elaborately tooled baldric with a gnarled tree motif crosses his chest and at his side he wears a bastard sword which glows faintly from the scabbard as if alight with an internal flame. At Nimniel's introduction he walks forward and he carries himself with a princely air, his gaze trained upon those assembled to greet him. As his eyes seek out the elf maiden before him, he seems to slightly intake his breath and turn pale in the morning light. After the giant announces her name and title a tight smile appears on his lips. He moves forward and bows at the waist in respect but he remains silent. Sense Motive DC:
Upon meeting her eyes a sudden and excruciating, searing surge of molten fire courses through his veins causing his intake of breath and lacing his body with intense pain. Rolls:
Tyralor smiles kindly at his able and stalwart Lt. his eyes full of the deepest respect. Her matter-of-fact response which was just what he was aiming for. Their sparring game had been one of his only sources of amusement on this long journey and her faint smiles his sought after reward. During their time together on this voyage, he had noted her efficiency, diligence and devotion and held her in the highest regard. And while his affection for her was merely platonic, these traits she exhibited proved she would make for a good wife given her noble status should the time and need arise. His hand rests gently on her shoulder as he says softly, "Such a good sport you are Nim! Putting up with the daily pranks of a bored prince must be such a burden for one so capable. You do have my permission to hit me if e'er my wit is too sharp and provokes you to fits of rage. I am sure I am deserving of it by now, I will admit I have been hoping to get an impassioned response from you. It should be fun to have you challenge me." Upon seeing the trio assembled on the shore and winking as he takes Nim's hand, he says, "Perhaps the Malatestan's have taken a draught of minimizing to lure us into a false confidence. Worry not, my dear, Brave Nimniel. All shall work out well. Should we make it through this unscathed you will have an added benefit that I may find more victims to barrage with my waggishness."
Tyralor laughs at Nim's response and after changing into attire appropriate for diplomatic negotiations, he follows her and the rest of the entourage to the ship. At the offering of her delicate hand, he looks at his own and the size difference. Taking her hand as he boards the ship, he regards her with a most sincere expression he can muster and intones, "I am quite glad for your strong and able assistance here, Nim. Though I have grown up the prince of a seafaring people I have kept hidden for years that I am quite deathly afraid of water. T'would be most ignominious to House Amthyrian had the crown prince publicly fallen to a watery grave. Shame has been averted due to your timely intervention Lt.!" His eyes widen as he regards her with a jocular admiration in his eyes, "Secret weapon and protector all in one! You have proven to be an invaluable companion on this journey. One wonders what other surprises you conceal behind that stormy gaze?" At that he taps her affectionately upon her shoulder, winks and readies himself for the short journey to the island. His mind is alive, full of anticipation and the eagerness for the challenges ahead. Despite his playful outward mood, internally he is quite serious and contemplative. He muses, 'If indeed the Malatestan's have a foothold here, I may yet be able to serve a higher purpose for which I was created. Perhaps my mother foresaw this moment and it precipitated her rather unusual request to send me on this journey.' Looking up as the ship reaches the shore he mutters, "Either way, I have a distinct feeling I will soon have my answer."
The prince regards the lighthouse thoughtfully narrowing his eyes, "It is entirely possible and all the more reason why we must be as cordial as we can be with our relations should their greeting be a tad cooler than we hope. In light of this, it is perhaps advisable that I should make my presence quite known and accompany Nim for this first meeting. I think my appearance at the outset would allay any thoughts they may have of attempting to attack us. Agreed?" He looks to Namrath for his response to this declaration. At hearing the sarcasm in Nimniel's voice, he turns to regard her with a teasing glint in his eye, "Indeed, Nimniel! Just carry a good flask-sized full of the strongest ale we have at hand along, sipping at it discretely at regular intervals through out the diplomatic engagement." His eyebrows raise with boyish enthusiasm and a smirk twitches at the corner of his mouth as he adds, "After all, we'll need to prime the pipe for this to at all be effective. I have confidence that you are clever enough to be able to discern when things may be turning sour and will finish off the contents of said flask with alacrity. Should the signs be unclear, the signal will be when I jump up wailing like a stuck peacock, crossing my eyes."
Tyralor's golden eyes fall upon her fair, flushed cheek and dance like twin flames and his smile widens to a grin. He directs his comments to the Captain, "Namrath, I do believe our fearless warrior maiden, who never flags when faced with an army of foes and countless dangers, quails at the mere thought of social interaction!" His eyes lock with hers, his gaze warm, kind and respectfully amused, "Nimniel, if that be the case, then your crooning may serve a tactical advantage in our next engagement!" At this the rich, almost musical tones of his laugh echo across the deck. Still laughing, he adds in a mock commanding tone, "Namrath! Tell the cook to have the ale at ready before we meet the inhabitants of this isle. One never knows when we will be in need of Nim's unique, er- talent to cause a distraction should things get a little hairy."
Tyralor, Prince of the kingdom of Del-Synar, safely enfolded within the warm sheets of his bed is roused by his captain's words. Still somewhat in a dream, he runs a hand through his sleep tousled tresses and murmurs sleepily his voice a deep rumble, "Hmmm. A lighthouse, eh, Namrath? I shall be on deck forthwith." Rising from his bed with a yawn, he quickly dons his attire, grabs his spyglass and finds the captain on deck. Bringing the spyglass to his eye he finds the lighthouse as the soft south wind whisks through his unbound hair causing it to dance like tongues of flame. A smile plays upon his lips as he takes in the shimmering light of the lighthouse upon the waters. Tyralor muses inwardly "So...We've finally reached our destination after months of nerve-wracking tedium and fruitless encounters with savages. Should this discovery prove to be one that yields diplomatic fruit, none shall be the wiser to my Mother's actual purpose behind sending the crown prince upon such an endeavor." Turning to his dear friend with his amber eyes dancing, a barely concealed grin upon his lips, he utters, "Namrath, have the First Lieutenant assemble a capable away party. In the meantime, have the boatswain signal the lighthouse using the usual diplomatic protocols, hailing at three minute intervals until we have word from the lighthouse. If no answer is given after the prescribed waiting time, we can assume that the occupants may be hostile. I would wish the flag of truce be set aloft and guns at ready. Warning shots may be fired at your discretion if the situation warrants as such." Leaning forward he grips deck rail tightly as his heart races in anticipation, his mind filled with visions of possible outcomes. Still speaking to Namrath, the statuesque prince chuckles, "Hope ever springs eternal in this idealistic heart of mine that something good shall come of my Mother's errand. Mayhap, this may yet turn out to be an auspicious day: One filled with intelligent conversation, real negotiations and general goodwill unlike our prior interactions with less-than-agreeable, spear-wielding barbarians who have no cognizance of diplomacy." He pauses thoughtfully, then chuckles,"No doubt our crew tires of the ship's less than remarkable food stores and should like a respite from this voyage. I know I would! Ahhh...for a sip of a flavorful foreign wine." The prince glances over at Nimniel with a mischievous grin and an arched brow,"I'll wager that our dutiful and capable Lt. might even break out into song in honor of this discovery should the proper amount of libation be added. Would you not agree, Namrath?"
Hello Alexander! Nice to meet you! :) Hey Cam! Looking forward to seeing what mayhem will ensue. I'm Victoria btw in case elf hasn't already made that apparent to any others involved. Nice avatar pic Cam. None quite matched my character's actual looks...but then that is the portrait artist in me talking. Alas...I'll never like it unless I can draw it myself.
I intend to! HA!
I attack the message board and kick its butt!!
Sorry fellow players for the prior post...learning the short cuts and short keys was not working at the time.
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