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[mnkee]

Roleplay: Soulless Regency
Date of post: December 22, 2016
Character: Fyror Gallant Kildragon

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Location: Gates of Jericho, London --> Inn near Hyde Park

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Fyror looked out the carriage window as the massive barricade of Jericho surrounding the city of London came into view. It was certainly an imposing sight to behold after the relatively serene ride through the countryside. He couldn’t help but feel that it made the walls encompassing the Colchester Garrison seem so puny in comparison. Fyror’s attention was drawn away from the window when he heard his sister speaking.

“Finally, we have arrived,” Genevieve remarked, her voice a mixture of relief and excitement. Fyror smiled softly at her, ever glad to see her happy. The images and sounds of his nightmare two nights prior had loosened their hold on him the moment he saw his sister alive and well. Seeing her cheerfulness now and throughout the long journey from Colchester to London had put him that much more at ease.

His gaze moved to his mother. She seemed a bit weary from travel but otherwise reflected a similar eagerness. He admittedly never fully grasped why they so enjoyed going to social events such as those held at Almacks. Perhaps he was just biased due to the demeaning manner in which people often treated him. He was treated as if he was broken and only gained his position in the infantry out of sympathy, or they have this preconceived notion that he is a bad guy that picked a fight with the wrong person. He hoped that in time people would see him in a different light. In the meantime, he would continue to treat them with respect and protect them with his life, whether or not they truly deserved it.

Fyror’s gaze finally drifted to his younger brother Leon. He didn’t seem nearly as excited as their mother and sister did, and Fyror wouldn’t fault him for it. Fyror recalled witnessing firsthand how mothers were quick to shove their daughters in Leon’s direction. His brother seemed to take it all in stride though. In fact, Fyror is convinced that Leon secretly enjoys all of the attention. Fyror, on the other hand, had no such problems with insistent females.

The carriage soon came to a stop, as they had reached the gates of Jericho. Fyror could hear their carriage driver talking with one of the men manning the gates. One of the men then looked into the carriage, quickly doing a once over of the occupants. Unsurprisingly, he eyed Fyror longer than the others before eventually permitting them through the gate. Fyror couldn’t help but think that they probably would have been through the gate quicker if his father was with them. Colonel Theodore would likely arrive later today, along with some of the other officers from Colchester Garrison. He had business to attend to that delayed his departure.

It was a relatively short ride from the gates to the inn in which they had two room reservations for. It was a higher quality, and thus more expensive, inn located near Hyde Park. When the carriage came to a stop, Fyror and Leon exited first. They then lent a hand to help their mother and sister out of the carriage.

“My lord, you received a letter at the gates,” the carriage driver stated as he handed a scroll of paper to Fyror.

“Thank you, sir,” Fyror replied. He put the letter in his pocket for the time being and then started pulling luggage from the carriage.

“My lord, there’s really no need for you to do that! I can handle this for you!” he heard a woman exclaim from behind him before appearing by his side. He quickly realized that she must work for the inn as she scrambled to grab the bags from him. Her eyes widened the slightest when she looked over at him, and wariness quickly filled her persona. He felt a desire to reassure her surge within him.

“It is really no bother, miss. I am happy to be of aid,” Fyror stated politely. A kind smile lit his features, making him appear less intimidating. He helped her pull the luggage from the carriage and carry it inside. After checking in, Leon also came to aid them. Fyror could see the woman’s demeanor slowly change from wariness to surprise and gratitude. The sight of peers aiding a middle class worker certainly garnered strange looks from others, but Leon and Fyror couldn’t care less. It took little time to get the luggage into the two rooms they had reserved, and soon enough Leon and Fyror were relaxing in their room.

“Keep being as chivalrous as you are now and the ladies will be flocking to you in no time,” Leon remarked with a smirk on his face.

“I doubt that,” Fyror replied. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the letter he had received upon arrival. He opened it up and began reading it as he relaxed back in his chair. It welcomed them to the city and stated that those hosting the event at Almacks were looking forward to their attendance. His brows furrowed as he read further. The letter stated the hosts took into account his limited field of vision and had extra precautions in place to prevent him from being inconvenienced. What did these people think he was, completely incapacitated?!

“What does it say?” Leon asked, walking over to Fyror. Fyror just shook his head in response and started to fold up the letter as he was uninterested in sharing it. To Fyror’s annoyance, his brother reached over and stole the letter from him.

“Leon!” Fyror objected, but his brother just ignored him. Leon’s brows rose as he read through the letter, and by the time he had finished he was laughing. “I am glad you find it funny,” Fyror retorted, scowling at him.

“No, that was most certainly rude. The thing that I find funny is that despite having one less eye to work with, you are still a better fighter than many of the soldiers in our regiment,” Leon replied as he tried to control his laughter. “These people do not know you like I do. They have not seen you in action. One day you will save their lives, and they will have no choice but to think completely different of you.”

“One can only hope,” Fyror muttered.

[mnkee]

Roleplay: Soulless Regency
Date of post: December 27, 2016
Character: Fyror Gallant Kildragon

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Location: Inn near Hyde Park --> Hyde Park

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After spending two days traveling by carriage from Colchester to London, Fyror and his brother Leon were both restless. Instead of staying inside, they opted to go for a stroll in Hyde Park. They left their rooms on the third floor and briskly descended several flights of stairs down to the ground floor. They tipped their hats in a simple greeting to those they passed by.

It felt a bit muggy when they stepped outside. Slivers of light peeked through the clouds in the sky, and the weather hinted at the possibility of rain. Nevertheless, Fyror happily breathed in the fresh air, feeling more relaxed by it.

Fyror and Leon took in their surroundings as they walked at a leisurely pace from the inn to Hyde Park. The number of people steadily increased the closer they got to their destination. Snippets of conservations could be heard as people passed them by. To Fyror’s displeasure, gossip seemed to be rampant in these parts. He was not fond of such talk and refused to be a part of it as he himself had often been the topic of people’s criticism. He knew how it felt, how it etched away parts of yourself, and he certainly would not wish that upon anyone.

Dressed as they were in their infantry uniforms, Fyror and Leon garnered a fair amount of attention. Several women walking with their escorts glanced in the men’s direction. One woman in particular caught Fyror’s eye as she smiled over at him. Just as he tipped his hat in greeting, he saw her smile quickly fade and a look of disgust cross her delicate features. Fyror quickly looked away and tried his best to mask the hurt from his expression. This was his life as he knew it. Hope would flare up in him just to be quickly dashed. It was easier to just believe that no woman would ever want him and instead focus his attentions on his work.

It did not take long for them to arrive at Hyde Park. As they walked, more gossip and snickering reached Fyror’s well attuned ears. His gaze took in his surroundings and soon found the subject of everyone’s berating, a woman wearing men’s clothes. In the moment, her attire mattered little to him as his protective nature flared up. His jaw clenched angrily as people indiscreetly mocked her. Why did people find enjoyment at the expense of others?!

When Fyror heard his brother Leon snicker the slightest, he quickly shot him a warning glare that told him he better shut up or else. Fyror’s gaze softened when he met the woman’s gaze. “Good day, miss,” he greeted her politely when they crossed paths. He gave her a kind smile, not caring what others thought of him. If he could brighten her day even the slightest, he would be thoroughly pleased.

[mnkee]

Roleplay: Soulless Regency
Date of post: December 30, 2016
Character: Fyror Gallant Kildragon

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Location: Hyde Park

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Fyror noted that the woman before him had a nice smile and a relaxed demeanor. She seemed a bit flustered by him talking to her, leading him to believe she either was uncomfortable with him specifically or she was unaccustomed to a man speaking to her. Nonetheless, she continued to smile, and he gladly returned it with a kind smile of his own.

His brows drew together slightly at her question, unintentionally making his features look harsher. “Do I need a reason to treat a lady with respect?” he replied as more of a statement than a question.

When the woman seemed to study his features, he felt more self-conscious than ever. Surprisingly though, she did not seem detracted by his scar and messed up eye. He cannot remember the last time a woman, particularly an attractive one, took a good look at him. He fought the desire to bashfully look away as she studied him and instead maintained eye contact with her.

It felt like a long time before she spoke again when in actuality it had been but a few moments. The corners of his lips pulled down in a slight frown at her statement. He was truthfully saddened that she was so frequently ignored by people. “That is unfortunate. However, I am not from around this area,” he stated. “Many of the people around here seem to think that one’s outward appearance is a true representation of that individual’s nature, but I have found that to be often times false. I suppose all we can really do is stay true to who we are and prove them wrong.”

[mnkee]

Roleplay: Soulless Regency
Date of post: January 2, 2017
Character: Fyror Gallant Kildragon

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Location: Hyde Park

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Fyror for the most part tuned out the ramblings of those around him, instead focusing his attention on the woman before him. He was honestly surprised by her bold compliment. He was not accustomed to being complimented by a woman, certainly not for his appearance of all things. A small genuine smile brightened his features as he continued to listen intently to what she had to say.

He nodded his head as she made a good point. He found that he greatly admired her confidence. She knew that others thought ill of her and yet she stayed true to herself and lived with no regrets. He would always do what he felt was right and honorable; however, in the process, he let people’s opinions pierce him, and he carried the weight of that pain with him. He often catches himself in this trap. “Wise words, miss,” he replied earnestly. “My name is Fyror Kildragon, by the way, and this is my younger brother—”

Fyror’s voice was abruptly cut off by a piercing scream. His hand flew instinctively to the hilt of his sword as he spun on his heels to face the direction that the sound had come from. His heart lurched in his chest when his eyes landed on the source: a girl with fear etched on her face as a dark fog consumed her. Cargast. He knew there was nothing that could be done for the girl when she crumpled to the ground. He flexed his hand where it now rested on the pommel of his sword, and his eyes scanned the now freaked out crowds. His heart was torn by the knowledge that he couldn’t protect these people from this threat. Cargast just weren’t his area of expertise.

As the fog began to fan out across Hyde Park, he was spurred into action. “Leon, keep your eyes on the west and south. I’ll take the north and east. There could be more Soulless nearby,” he ordered, instantaneously going into officer mode. “Lead the way, miss.”

[mnkee]

Roleplay: Soulless Regency
Date of post: January 4, 2017
Character: Fyror Gallant Kildragon

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Location: Leaving Hyde Park

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Fyror kept a watchful eye on the advancing fog as he and his brother Leon followed the woman to the nearest exit. His hand was instinctively rested on the hilt of his sword, not that it would do much good if the Cargast did come for them. From his limited knowledge of this type of Soulless, he knew that it could only be truly killed by capturing the mist in a Pentatone Box and then undergoing the purification process. Unfortunately, it wasn’t his area of expertise as his training in Japan focused on the areas of strength and speed based fighting for defeating Ryne and Hraew. At this very moment, he regretted not pursuing further training. He hated feeling useless to help someone.

The fog suddenly stopped advancing and tore off in the opposite direction where it vanished under a bridge and into the mist above the water. It gave Fyror little relief as he had a nagging feeling that there would be more Soulless to deal with this day. The air was filled with the sounds of people screaming as they scattered away from the scene, and in the middle of Hyde Park laid the lifeless body of the Cargast’s victim. He felt a pang of sadness knowing what the poor girl had gone through, and after 72 hours she would change into a Soulless Cargast. Her fate was to become an abomination to the living.

Fyror, Leon, and the woman soon arrived at the closest exit from Hyde Park. Fyror continued to scan their surroundings for any new threats while he listened to what the woman had to say. He nodded his head in acknowledgement to her statement that she would go to a nearby church to receive aid for dealing with the Cargast. It seemed to be a logical place to go to. Though she said it was nearby, he was hesitant about letting her travel alone considering there was a possibility that there were more Soulless out there. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if something happened to her because he wasn’t there to help protect her. However, his mind also went to his mother and sister who he had left in a nearby inn. They were probably worried sick, and he would hate for them to risk stepping outside into all of this madness. Perhaps he could send Leon. Though he didn’t have nearly the same amount of training as Fyror, it was a better option than his mother and sister having no one to keep them safe.

Fyror couldn’t help but glance over at the woman when he heard the note of happiness in her voice at her realization that he had given her his name. He gave her a small smile when she told him her name: Jeanette Crane. She was evidently eager to get going, and Fyror couldn’t blame her. He turned to Leon and quickly spoke to him, “Leon, I need you to go back to the inn and make sure our mother and sister stay there. I can’t leave Jeanette to travel alone. Keep our family safe while I am gone.” Fyror left Leon little time to object as he took off after Jeanette. He prayed that his family would be safe through all of this. London clearly wasn’t as safe as people would like to think it was.

[mnkee]

Roleplay: Soulless Regency
Date of post: January 9, 2017
Character: Fyror Gallant Kildragon

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Location: Hyde Park --> Wyndham Estate

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Fyror easily caught up to Jeanette as she hurried out of Hyde Park at a sprint. He matched her pace as he came up alongside her. They then spent the next several minutes running next to each other in a relatively comfortable silence. Relatively is the operative word as he was well aware that more Soulless could be nearby, watching and waiting for an opportune moment to strike. If a Cargast could successfully breach Jericho’s Barricade, he had no doubt that other Soulless would soon follow suit. And why would they not? After all, London was a ripe hunting ground stocked full of potential prey. With that in mind, Fyror carefully surveyed the terrain as they headed for a nearby church, intent on reporting the horrid incident that had just occurred in Hyde Park. To scan his surroundings, Fyror had to swivel his head further than the average person due to his limited line of sight. All the while, he kept his footfalls as quiet as possible, utilizing his skill at shadōtoyūgō (stealth). He figured the quieter they were the less attention they would draw and the more his excellent hearing could pick up. In the end, he didn’t need good eyesight to tell if they were being followed.

Five minutes of running down the empty dirt road had gone by when a manor came into view. Jeanette suddenly deviated from her original course to head towards the manor for reasons unknown to Fyror. A group of people that had been congregated outside were quickly dispersing. He caught a glimpse of a familiar face before she disappeared into the confines of the manor. If he was not mistaken, it was Millicent Wyndham. The last time he had seen her she had attempted to lessen the devastating blow caused by her mother’s slight of him. “I would be more than blessed to have a man of honor as a husband than any other cretin in the room,” Millicent had boldly spoken up in contradiction to her mother’s implication that he was unworthy of her daughters due to his mangled appearance. Whether Millicent truly meant her words, he knew not. “Forgive me sir, please,” had been her departing words.

Fyror was pulled from his thoughts as Jeanette called out to the sole person standing outside the manor. The woman’s name was Virginia, apparently, and she was evidently acquainted with Jeanette. The woman had abnormally pale skin, almost reminding him of a ryne. His head tilted to the side the slightest as he watched and listened to her speak with Jeanette. She was peculiar in her manner of speaking, and her demeanor gave little away. She seemed to be knowledgeable in the ways of hunting Cargast, which is probably why Jeanette went out of her way to speak with the woman. He kept quiet, not wanting to interrupt their conversation. Besides, he was here for Jeanette’s protection, nothing more and nothing less. Well, maybe that wasn’t strictly true. He admittedly enjoyed being in the company of someone who was not deterred by his mangled appearance. It was a nice change of pace.

[mnkee]

Roleplay: Soulless Regency
Date of post: January 13, 2017
Character: Fyror Gallant Kildragon

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Location: Wyndham Estate near Hyde Park (Out front)

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Fyror listened to Jeanette and Virginia’s conversation in thoughtful silence. They both seemed to share to some degree his concern for the sudden appearance of a Soulless within the confines of London. At the mention of the event at Almacks tonight, his mind immediately went back to his family. He had a sinking feeling that despite the extra precautions put into place, Almacks would not be any safer. His heart constricted at the thought of his whole family being there. Some of the other officers from Colchester Garrison would be there as well. Fyror knew he must inform them upon their arrival of the present danger posed by the invading Soulless. If the threat increases, it may be beneficial for more of the regiment to be brought into London and to do a thorough sweep of the city. He hoped it wouldn’t be necessary, but he was open to the possibility. He would do almost anything to keep people safe.

Fyror’s brows furrowed slightly at the remark that both Jeanette and Virginia had nightmares recently. A small shiver went down his spine as he briefly recalled his own nightmare. Was it simply a coincidence that they all had nightmares around the same time? Or was it an omen of something terrible to come? He was pulled from his thoughts when Jeanette introduced him to Virginia. A genuine smile graced his lips once more. “The pleasure’s all mine, miss,” he replied politely in response to Virginia as he inclined his head. He found her quite peculiar, but nevertheless he would treat her with respect. Surely, she didn’t find enjoyment in pain and suffering?

His gaze shifted to Millicent Wyndham as she exited the manor and approached them. He respectfully inclined his head in greeting, but she hadn’t seemed to notice him yet. His eyes roamed the soft contours of her face as she addressed Jeanette. He quickly noticed the mark that marred her beautiful face. He could make out the shape of a handprint underneath a layer of powder, likely used to camouflage it. His gaze became more intense, almost piercing, as anger filled him. How dare someone strike a woman?! If I catch the culprit, I swear I will give them a piece of my mind!

It took a moment for Fyror’s gaze to soften when Millicent turned to acknowledge his presence. He vaguely hoped she had not caught sight of him seemingly glaring in her direction. He did not wish to give her the wrong idea. He maintained steady eye contact with her as she spoke. Her offer to further discuss the situation in Hyde Park was tempting, but he was adamant to accompany Jeanette to the church as planned. “I am afraid that I must decline the offer. I wish to accompany Ms. Crane to the nearby church to ensure she gets there safely. There could be more Soulless in London, so one can never be too careful. Thereafter I must return to my family. My brother is currently watching over my mother and sister,” Fyror replied apologetically. “I will be at Almacks tonight with my family. Perhaps we will meet again there.”

Fyror heard movement behind him, alerting him to the presence of another. He spun on his heels, and his hand once more went instinctively to the hilt of his sword. His face fell when he saw a man holding the dead body of the Cargast’s latest victim.

[mnkee]

Roleplay: Soulless Regency
Date of post: January 20, 2017
Character: Fyror Gallant Kildragon

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Location: Wyndham Estate near Hyde Park (Out front)

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Fyror solemnly watches as Mr. Connolly carries the lifeless woman away. He prays that no more innocent lives would be lost, but he had a sinking feeling that his prayer would not be answered. He returns his attention to Millicent when she speaks once more. His gaze lingers on the mark on her face, still angry that someone would dare have the indecency to strike a woman. It was improper and malicious to do such a thing.

Just then, Mrs. Wyndham bellowed out from the second floor window of the manor, causing him to look up sharply. His jaw tightened as her hate filled words struck a nerve. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the first time he had been fallen victim to the woman’s prejudice, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. The woman was the farthest thing from proper and such a poor role model for her daughters, whom she wished to marry to proper, titled men.

Fyror’s gaze went back to Millicent as she spoke in a disheartened voice. She vaguely gave a reason to her mother’s actions, and he had a feeling she only did so to prevent her family from looking more a fool. Ultimately Millicent was much different from her mother. She was respectable and showed less prejudice, to which he was grateful.

“Thank you, Miss Wyndham,” he stated in response to her providing a hackney for him and Jeanette. He gave a slight bow in farewell to Millicent and Virginia before turning to Jeanette. “Certainly,” he replied to her first question before addressing the coach driver. “We are headed to the nearest church, then we shall head back towards Hyde Park.”

Fyror turned to offer a hand to Jeanette to help her into the coach. “My family is staying in an inn right by Hyde Park. I must get back to them after we are finished with this task,” he responded.

[mnkee]

Roleplay: Soulless Regency
Date of post: January 26, 2017
Character: Fyror Gallant Kildragon

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Location: Wyndham Estate near Hyde Park --> Brunswick Chapel of Ease to St. Maryle Bone

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Fyror was pleased when Jeanette so gratefully accepted his help boarding the coach, and he easily returned her smile with one of his own. Apparently she had a specific church in mind that she wanted to inform about the Cargast attack in Hyde Park: Brunswick Chapel of Ease to St. Maryle Bone. He entered the hackney coach once she was safely inside. He took the seat across from her as the coach door was shut. They were soon on their way to the nearby church.

His gaze was soft as he looked at Jeanette, and he listened attentively to what she had to say. “Thank you for understanding. With the sudden presence of the Soulless in this city, I am truthfully afraid to leave them for too long. My brother is a skilled solider, but fighting humans and fighting the Soulless are on two entirely different spectrums. Nevertheless, I do not regret staying by your side and ensuring your safety,” he replied. Truthfully, he found that he quite enjoyed her company. To have someone who viewed and treated him as an equal rather than inferior was refreshing to say the least. He looked out the coach window for a moment, his gaze taking in the passing terrain.

[mnkee]

Roleplay: Soulless Regency
Date of post: February 1, 2017
Character: Fyror Gallant Kildragon

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Location: Wyndham Estate near Hyde Park --> Brunswick Chapel of Ease to St. Maryle Bone

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Fyror and Jeanette’s ride to the Brunswick Chapel of Ease to St. Maryle Bone was slowed by the stream of people fleeing Hyde Park. They scattered across the dirt roads as they most likely headed for the so called safety of their homes. Truthfully, Fyror found it to be a misguided idea that the place you hold most dear is the safest place to be. He knew all too well that tragedy has a notorious habit of disrupting the moments you feel the safest and happiest. He bared the price of that knowledge on his mangled face.

Within a few minutes, the hackney coach arrived at their destination. They came to a stop in front of the moderately size white chapel. The sounds of an organ being played and a choir singing filled the air as the coach door was opened. Fyror was about to exit the coach and lend Jeanette a hand getting out, but she quickly fled the confines of the coach before he could. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. What was that about? Surely, it had nothing to do with his presence. He exited the coach soon after her. He thanked the coach driver before turning back to Jeanette as she spoke. He smiled at her comment. “Certainly. Lead the way Miss Crane,” he added and gestured towards the church.

[mnkee]

Roleplay: Soulless Regency
Date of post: February 7, 2017
Character: Fyror Gallant Kildragon

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Location: Brunswick Chapel of Ease to St. Maryle Bone

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Fyror’s gaze appreciatively took in the interior of Brunswick Chapel of Ease to St. Maryle Bone as he followed alongside Jeanette. The exterior of the chapel certainly did not do it justice for the beauty and peaceful atmosphere within. The architecture was well thought out and the walls and high ceiling were adorned with detailed paintings. People were coming and going, some civilians, some workers, and various clergy.

His arms relaxed at his sides, and he felt some of the tension from the hectic past hour drain from him. Being a hardened soldier coupled with having an innate protective instinct quickly left him on edge and seemingly standoffish at dark times such as these. Yet something about a holy place such as this brought about a sense of comfort and safety, and he was certainly grateful for even a moment’s reprieve.

He was glad that most of the people seemed too busy to take much notice of him and Jeanette who needless to say stood out in most public places. His scarred face and discolored eye and her choice of clothing that was completely contrary to social norms were hard to miss. At the moment, he decided not to entertain that thought and instead focused on the task at hand: reporting the Cargast attack in Hyde Park to someone more capable of handling it.

Jeanette suddenly made a sharp turn and headed for a man that stood out from the rest. His attire and manner suggested that he worked for the chapel, and yet he did not appear to be a clergy. Jeanette disregarded any formalities and went straight to the point. He noted that she talked in a low voice about the Cargast attack, likely not wanting to incite panic within the chapel. It was a smart move on her part. He admittedly found she had many admirable qualities. It was truly a shame that people judged her for her appearance without really getting to know her.

[mnkee]

Roleplay: Soulless Regency
Date of post: February 11, 2017
Character: Fyror Gallant Kildragon

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Location: Brunswick Chapel of Ease to St. Maryle Bone

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Fyror watched the man’s expression as Jeanette informed him of the Cargast attack in Hyde Park. A startled look crossed the man’s face and understandably so. With the sheer magnitude of Jericho’s barricade at thirty feet high and twenty feet deep with a single entrance it provides the near perfect illusion of safety. Though Fyror had no doubt that it had its flaws, and the Soulless have surely found them. That is assuming they weren’t already here, biding their time in the shadows. These Soulless needed to be dealt with before they multiplied and became too much to handle. After all, these walls could not only keep others out but also keep everyone in.

The man began to speak up but paused as he did a once over Jeanette, apparently noting her unusual choice of attire. Fyror’s jaw tightened the slightest in annoyance. He caught Jeanette’s glance in his direction out of the corner of his eye. He was glad that she didn’t seem too bothered by the man. Fyror was furthermore relieved when they weren’t met with any opposition and the man led them to his office.

Fyror followed alongside Jeanette into the man’s office. The man sat down at his desk and pulled out a ledger. “Now, please, tell me what you both know in full detail,” he stated after dipping his quill in the ink. Jeanette promptly began explaining the ordeal they had witnessed. Fyror listened to her explanation and was ready to provide any added details or fill in any gaps.

“The victim was a young girl. It was a seemingly random choice, though once the girl is properly identified perhaps we will have more insight on the matter. The Cargast, in the form of a thick fog, started to head deeper into Hyde Park. It had plenty of potential victims and ample opportunities to attack once more, but it didn’t…” Fyror filled in the gaps and openly deliberated on what it could mean for the people of London. His face fell and his body stiffened as a horrible realization hit him. “Maybe it was sending a message…We can’t deny that these Soulless could be more intelligent than we first thought. After all, they were once human.” He glanced over at Jeanette before looking back at the man. His face revealed his genuine concern over the given situation. He knew that there were surely dark times ahead.

[mnkee]

Roleplay: Soulless Regency
Date of post: February 18, 2017
Character: Fyror Gallant Kildragon

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Location: Brunswick Chapel of Ease to St. Maryle Bone

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Fyror watched as the man took down all of the information they provided. Something new seemed to come to his mind as finished up his writing. He set down his quill and looked at Fyror and Jeanette oddly. “Where is the girl? What church?” he asked, addressing Jeanette’s statement that the victim’s body had been taken to another church. Clearly he was wondering why they had not just brought the body with them to this church. It was indeed an understandable question, but the situation was what it was. Jeanette’s explanation seemed to pacify the man as he did not further press the situation.

The man slid a piece of parchment and a quill over to them and asked for their contact information. He then stated that they may leave when they are done with that before excusing himself from the room. Jeanette grabbed the quill first and slowly began to write her name and address. The way she wrote slowly and carefully led him to believe that writing was not her strong suit. He suppressed the sudden urge to rest his hand on top of hers and help steady and guide her hand. He mentally shook that thought away, knowing that such an action would likely be deemed as inappropriate and be rather unwelcomed by her. Instead, he purposefully kept his hands by his sides until she was done. When she finally set down the quill, he then took it up and wrote his contact information below hers. Needless to say, his writing was notably more refined than hers. He supposed that was due to having a fair share of practice with all the paperwork he has had to fill out, as required of an officer in the British infantry.

When he was done, he turned back to her. He nodded his head in response to her question and gave her a kind smile as she waited for him. Fyror’s gaze takes in the main chapel area as they leave the office side by side. The man that they had been speaking to is now off talking to the pastor of the church. Fyror looks at the intricate paintings adorning Brunswick Chapel of Ease to St. Maryle Bone one last time before he and Jeanette exit the building together.

The peace and sense of safety that the chapel had provided soon leaves Fyror. He is thrusted back into this new reality: an enclosed city infested with God knows how many Soulless. The people hanging just outside the church can be heard gossiping about this and that, and the hackney driver that Miss Millicent Wyndham provided is rubbing down the horse as he awaits Fyror and Jeanette. He quickly notices them and asks where they wish him to take them to next. “My family is staying at the inn adjacent Hyde Park. Please drop me off there and then you may take Miss Crane home next. After that you are free to go,” Fyror explained. He then turns to lend Jeanette a hand into the coach.

[mnkee]

Roleplay: Soulless Regency
Date of post: February 24, 2017
Character: Fyror Gallant Kildragon

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Location: Brunswick Chapel of Ease to St. Maryle Bone --> Inn near Hyde Park

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Fyror entered the coach after Jeanette and took the seat across from her as the door was shut behind him. Thereafter they were quickly whisked away towards Hyde Park. He let out a small sigh as he looked out the window for a moment at the passing scenery. Today was certainly proving to be…interesting. The presence of Soulless in the confines of London weighed heavily on him. He feared for the safety of his family, the safety of the people who lived here, and the safety of this woman that he now viewed as a dear friend. He did not try to hide the gnawing worry from his facial features as he returned his gaze to Jeanette.

“My family and I will also be at Almack’s tonight, so we will see one another again sooner than you anticipated. I cannot guarantee that I will be good company though. I dislike such public events as it most often means I get to be openly ridiculed for the majority of the time. Apart from my family and fellow officers, most people do not treat me as kindly as you have,” Fyror stated earnestly. “The new threat that these Soulless pose only makes matters worse. I really wish my family was back at Colchester Garrison surrounded by its walls and squadrons of soldiers. My father and some of the other officers are due to arrive sometime today so at least there will be a few more people to help make London safer.”

The coach began to slow down as they neared the inn where Fyror’s family was staying. The door was opened as soon as they came to a stop in front of the inn. Fyror looked over at Jeanette as a tender smile brightened up his dull features. “We shall meet again. Take care, Miss Crane,” he said before exiting the coach. He saw his brother Leon was waiting for him just outside of the inn, and he made his way over to him.

[mnkee]

Roleplay: Soulless Regency
Date of post: March 2, 2017
Character: Fyror Gallant Kildragon

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Location: Inn near Hyde Park

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“I see you are back in one piece. I take it you did not encounter any problems, particularly of the undead kind,” Leon stated as Fyror approached him. Despite his brother’s attempt at trying to make light of the situation, Fyror could see the barely concealed concern etched on his face.

“Fortunately, we did not run across any more Soulless. How are our mother and sister? You did not run across anymore trouble, did you?” Fyror asked, quick to inquire about his family’s safety. Truth be told, they had never completely left his thoughts since the moment he had parted ways with them.

“They are a bit unsettled, but that is understandable given the situation. They will be relieved to see that you are back safe and sound,” Leon replied as he and his brother made their way into the inn. They continued to speak as they walked up the stairs to the floor their family was staying on. “I immediately went to them when you left. I stayed with them for a while before taking up position in front of the inn. Fyror, the body of the Cargast victim was no longer in Hyde Park. Someone must have taken it while I was inside.”

“Coincidentally, while we made a quick stop at the Wyndham’s, Ms. Crane and I saw the man who took the body. Ms. Crane was warning Ms. Wyndham, and another woman named Virginia, about the Cargast attack when the man just showed up with the dead body held in his arms. He is lucky he did not give the women a huge fright. The man said he was taking the body to a nearby church before he quickly left.”

Their voices echoed off the walls around them as they swiftly ascended the stairs up to their floor. No sooner had they entered their family’s quarters did Mrs. Kildragon fling herself in Fyror’s direction and take him in a tight embrace. “We were worried sick about you,” her muffled voice sounded in his ear. He felt a pang of guilt for leaving his family in the way that he had.

“Forgive me, for that was not my intention to worry you so. I just could not bear to let Ms. Crane travel alone. Had Leon not been here to watch over you I would not have been so quick to leave you,” he explained apologetically. His mother pulled away slightly and tenderly caressed her son’s face.

“I know. You do not need to explain yourself. I am just glad that you are safe,” she reassured him.

[mnkee]

Roleplay: Soulless Regency
Date of post: March 8, 2017
Character: Fyror Gallant Kildragon

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Location: Inn near Hyde Park (Inside – Top floor)

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After being sufficiently fussed over, Fyror sought out the solitude of his room while his mother and sister got ready for the event at Almack’s tonight. He was uncertain of the validity of going to the event considering the heightened threat that Soulless now pose; however, the protective soldier within him wanted to be there perchance things did go awry. He also wanted to protect his family. He hated these conflicting feelings as they were distorting his good judgment.

He let out a sigh as he entered his room with his brother in tow. “I do not think I have much more information to offer you, Leon. I told you all but what you already know,” Fyror stated. He took off his belt and sword and tossed it onto the bed before rummaging through his stuff to find the sword sharpener.

“You have told me the facts, but you have not told me your thoughts. What is your gut telling you?” Leon inquired. His tone held a note of gravity in it that caused Fyror to pause what he was doing and meet his brother’s gaze. Leon’s expression was serious, and Fyror noted the tension in his brother’s demeanor. His brother knew full well that today’s Cargast attack was a bad sign after years of relative peace in London.

“I think our problems with the Soulless have only just begun. Things are going to get a lot worse before it gets any better,” Fyror replied gravely.

[mnkee]

Roleplay: Soulless Regency
Date of post: March 12, 2017
Character: Fyror Gallant Kildragon

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Location: Inn near Hyde Park
“I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness,
nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory.
I love only that which they defend.”
– J. R. R. Tolkien

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Fyror let his words to Leon sink in while he went back to rummaging through his stuff for his sword sharpener. It did not take him long to find it, and as soon as he had, he went back over to the bed to where he had laid his belt and sword. He unsheathed his katana from its scabbard and sat down on the edge bed before setting to work sharpening the sword. The otherwise quiet room was filled with the sound of the metal sword sliding across the sharpener. The sound combined with the repetitive movement of his hand was almost therapeutic to him. He could be left alone to his thoughts and yet all the while still accomplish a necessary task. However, the true irony was that though he enjoyed the act of sharpening his sword he loathed using it on people, for he knew firsthand the devastation and pain such a weapon could bring. In the end, with great power comes great responsibility.

After several minutes of relative silence, Leon cleared his throat, garnering Fyror’s attention. “So, what is your lady friend like?” he asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Fyror let out a small sigh as he rolled his eyes at his brother. Perhaps Leon had yet to completely outgrow his childishness. Nonetheless, Fyror stopped what he was doing to answer his brother’s “question.”

“Ms. Crane is different,” he replied.

“Well, that’s obvious! She dresses like a man and wears feathers in her hair!” Leon laughed.

“That is not what I meant,” Fyror snapped. His intense glare and tone of voice quickly shut up Leon. Fyror’s gaze lessened in intensity once he was assured his brother would not make another insensitive comment. “What I meant was that Ms. Crane is not like any other woman I have met. She is kind, intelligent, and independent. She doesn’t let others’ opinions bother her or define who she is and how she lives her life. I find those qualities quite admirable. Her choice of attire does not give people an excuse to treat her as anything less than lady, just as my appearance should not give people a reason to slight me. For once, I have met a woman who does not view me as being inferior.”

Leon looked like he was at a loss for words or perhaps he was just being more cautious with what he said after Fyror’s outburst. Before either could speak, they heard knock at the door to the floor his family was staying on. Fyror quickly got up, put his belt and sword back on, and went to answer the door. His mother and sister came out of their rooms just as he answered the door. He opened the door to find an inn worker standing there. “Sir Kildragon, a Colonel Theodore and fellow officers from Colchester Garrison have arrived,” the man stated. Finally, father has arrived. He is not going to be happy when he hears what I have to tell him.

[mnkee]

Roleplay: Soulless Regency
Date of post: March 18, 2017
Character: Fyror Gallant Kildragon

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Location: Inn near Hyde Park & Hyde Park
“I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness,
nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory.
I love only that which they defend.”
– J. R. R. Tolkien

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The arrival of Colonel Theodore and the other officers from Colchester Garrison was a great relief to Fyror. When greetings and moving them into their respective suites was all said and done, Fyror wasted little time to inform them of the Soulless attack. He hated to put a downer on what was supposed to be a vacation of sorts for the men, but nevertheless, they needed to know. Father like son, Colonel Theodore quickly took on a note of seriousness in his demeanor as he listened. He wrote down everything and then asked Fyror to show them where the Cargast attack occurred.

Along the way to Hyde Park, they gathered new information, from people staying at the inn, about another Soulless attack that had occurred in London. After Fyror showed the others where the Cargast attack occurred, the group of infantry officers took the initiative to spread out and see what information they could glean from people about the other Soulless attack. There were a lot of inconsistencies with people’s accounts of the attack, making it harder to differentiate between facts and fiction. When they finally met back up and conveyed their findings with one another, they had but a few definite facts. The attack for sure occurred around the same time as the Cargast attack in Hyde Park. It seemed to involve a Ryne. The victim was a little boy and was taken by two clergymen. In the end, two Soulless attacks in one day was certainly not a good sign.

An hour or so had passed before they went back to their rooms in the inn to prepare for the event at Almack’s tonight. And one thing was certain, they would all be going fully armed.

[mnkee]

Roleplay: Soulless Regency
Date of post: March 23, 2017
Character: Fyror Gallant Kildragon

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Location: Inn near Hyde Park --> Almack's
“Kill them with kindness.”

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Fyror did some last-minute freshening up before departing for Almack’s in the carriage with his family. The rest of the officers that had come to London from Colchester Garrison rode in the carriage behind the Kildragon family’s. Despite the potential threat posed by the Soulless, people’s desire to attend the “festivities” of the Season remained undeterred.

However, Fyror’s stomach was in knots as uneasiness and dread rose within him. He felt that the odds that this night would end without some kind of physical or emotional trauma were slim to none. Truthfully though, it was more than just the threat of the Soulless that caused such anxiety. It was the ever-present fact that his mangled appearance turns the very people he swore to protect against him. Why was it so difficult for people to look past the exterior and instead see the real person lying within? Why couldn’t they see his chivalrous nature or his boundless devotion to the people of this country? Instead they treated him with contempt and distrust. Fyror let out a sigh and silently prayed he would make it through the night and that all would be well.

When they arrived at Almack’s, there was already a line of carriages dropping off guests attending the night’s event. Fyror, Colonel Theodore, and Leon exited the carriage first before helping the women out of the carriage. Fyror noted the way his parents always looked at each other with such love and admiration in their eyes. Sadly, Fyror had little hope of finding love in his lifetime. Instead he would focus on his job as he always had.

In their red and gold coat, the group of infantry officers stood out like a sore thumb in the crowds meandering inside.

[mnkee]

Roleplay: Soulless Regency
Date of post: March 28, 2017
Character: Fyror Gallant Kildragon

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Location: Almack’s
“Kill them with kindness.”

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“Will you at least try not to scare away prospective suitors?” Genevieve addressed her brother.

“I make no promises,” Fyror replied as a smirk played at the edges of his lips. “If they are unworthy of you or treat you dishonorably, I will not hesitate to remove them from your presence.”

Genevieve let out a halfhearted huff of annoyance, making Fyror’s smirk grow and amusement light up his gaze. It did not surprise him that she would ask him such a thing. He had on more than one occasion purposefully hovered close by, serving as an often-unwanted chaperone of sorts. It was a known fact that the dearer an individual was to him the more protective he became. In the case of his sister, he would not let just anyone take her as a wife if he had any say about it.

Fyror let out a small sigh as his gaze now surveyed the crowds. He vaguely wondered if Ms. Crane had returned home safely and if she was indeed here now. His gaze eventually landed on the Wyndham family. Millicent stood out from the rest of her family, wearing a beautiful dark blue gown with black lace overlays, in stark contrast to her sisters who wore pale colors. It occurred to him that he had never formally thanked her for providing Ms. Crane and him the hackney. He mentally scolded himself for not stopping by the Wyndham estate on the way back to the inn. It was inconsiderate of him.

He broke away from his family to go to her. He suddenly stopped midstride when Millicent was shoved by her mother in the direction of a man unknown to him. Fyror felt he should turn away and try talking to her later when she was not otherwise engaged; however, the odd and slightly tense demeanor between the two caught his attention. He was not close enough to hear the exchange, but he could easily tell that something was not right between the two. When the man roughly grabbed Millicent and then soon after a look of terror flashed across her face, Fyror did not hesitant to stalk over there. His gaze hardened, causing people to more quickly get out of his way.

Unfortunately, by the time Fyror had reached them, the man had already walked off with Millicent’s mother. Fyror basically glared in the man’s direction before he turned to Millicent. His gaze softened, so as not to scare her, and he was about to speak, when a veiled woman in all black interjected. The woman’s voice seemed oddly familiar to him.