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Hello! I'm LadyRunic! But you knew that...

I love most types of Role Play, but by far my favorites are fantasy. Magic, medieval, dragons, elves, modern day or otherwise. I can do Sci-fi and others but fantasy is my best. I also like music (except rap and most pop songs), gaming, drawing, animals, and books- So many books. It's a running bet that I will become buried under a pile of said objects one day... I'm a tad busy, and when a Rp really catches my interest I'm inpatient for posts. It's like reading a good book and getting stuck on a cliff hanger.

I also have a yearly anime convention I go to and it's literally my x-mas. So you can generally expect posts regularly once a day if probably more, but that's the one weekend I'm not available in the slightest unless I manage to restore my narcoleptic laptop. Which, let's face it, isn't happening any time soon. While I may get my hands on a computer and post, it's possible, I most likely wont. It's the Con and all hail the con. Yeah... I'm too excited typing this up.

I have no idea what you put in these things.

I've RP'd for years, so I can honestly say I have some experience and I've developed the itching fingers again- if you know what I mean-! Oh, I hope you know what I mean...

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Richard Laine

Location Cells

Richard groaned as his chest stopped bleeding and the wound vanished. The pain between whenever Thalia started her little thing and finished was well worth the absent of a hole in his chest and blood on his good clothes. Giving a chuckle of relief the man hefted himself to his feet. Slowly testing out his joints. Seeing what worked and didn't. "Ah, my dear. You are ever the exquisite woman. Kudos." The Adder grinned as he studied his cage in irritation.

"Do not underestimate me, Dean." The man growled as he studied the cell, looking for the weak spots. There were always some. Nothing was perfect after all. "Even more to join us. How lovely." Richard chuckled slightly, with a tip of his head to Lance and Guin's speedy man. Kneeling at the base of the door he studied the small crack in the glass. "We are going to need a bit more than ramming, but there is a ray of hope." The man commented with a sly smirk. His fingers tracing the lines. Standing he waved to Dean and Charlie to him as he walked to the back of the cell. "Ram the door. En trio."

Ayita Dyrkin

Location Cells

Ayita looked over at Lance and Pietro as the two of them were tossed in, though she remained curled against the wall. Conserving her energy against the time when her powers had returned. "Brother?" The woman's head snapped up as Richard knelt down. Her amber eyes narrowing as she studied his actions. It worried her when he smiled like that. It was the smile of a stoat who had saw a plump chicken. If she had the ears of the fox, they would be perked in interest and alert worry.

At the news of a chance of escape, Ayita shifted and sat up straighter. Looking at her older brother with a singular agreement, she pulled herself to study the door he proclaim a fault. There was nothing she could see, but he had said there was something. "What do you plan Brother?" She murmured more to herself, looking pleased yet disturbed with her kin. He was a odd one on his good days.

Rhys Asher

Location: His home

She was beautiful as ever, the rogue wizard noted. If only she was not so willful and troublesome. "A kidnapped son? Have you alerted the guards, madam?" Rhys tried his best to have his voice and fact adopt a alarmed look, when in truth he could care less about Esmeralda and her offspring. The boy was most likely trampled or lost from the riots or Sickenesse. He would not be the first victim and not one he cared about. Tredding carefully closer to the woman, Rhys held back a croon of delight. "Such a horrible thing as to happen. The Castle has fallen upon hard times."

Riots, the coronation mess, the Sickenesse, all of it... It was ill omens for Queen Valda's reign. Quietly Rhys wondered how long she would keep a hold of the throne. How long the family last, or was this the beginning of the end? A part of Rhys was worried about the windows being closed and the door locked, but at the end of the day he was a match for the woman- if he didn't outright outclass her. Pulling his hands out of his pocket, he looked towards the door with false worry. "Perhaps you should put off the reading until your son has been located? Tis a perilous time we live in."

Skaoi Silverveil

Location: Infirmity

Pulling a small bag of herbs from her pocket, Skaoi dumped the contents into a small dish and slowly began to go about her work. Her patients were not going to get to stage four- and death- if she could help it. Yet even as she hoped for that, she felt as though it would come to pass and another scar would lie upon her heart. Looking at the tossing figure of Becky, Skaoi hesitated on waking her. Remembering sometimes others came out of such things swinging or bawling. Neither of which Skaoi felt up to dealing with. The small and pale Physician was on her last dredges of patience and energy for dealing with those who were not classified as 'patients'.

Still, she gently shook Becky's shoulder as she passed the woman's bed. Cringing back on instinct- which turned into a full blown yelp and jump away as the woman sat bolt upright screaming. All the Eastern Snow Plains woman could make out was something about flaming squrriels eating hair. "I-I'm terribly sorry, please forgive me. You were tossing in a nightmare and I thought it best to wake you." Skaoi stammered as she stumbled back to the door and exit. Deciding it was best to begin her research again as Becky was apparently awake.

Fumbling with the handle, the woman opened it and bustled out to be confronted with a small crowd. Giving a terrified squeak as she recognized Princess Luna (of whom she nearly ran into), the Young Army Leader, and a handsome, yet foolish looking fellow. Giving a clumsy sweep of her skirts in a curtsy as the pages of her notes fluttered to the floor. "Your Highness, please forgive me. I didn't see you there. I didn't know you were there. I-I- oh, dear. I beg your pardon." The physician scrambled for the notes, her head ducked down to try and hide flaming cheeks. Oh, why was there suddenly a crowd here?!
@nohbdies @Torack

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Rhys Asher

Location: His home

Rhys looked about him at the adoring crowds and the lack of resistance as he approached the Wizard's Tower. He truly thought it would be harder than this, but then again- wedddings. They did have a habit of making people weak about the knees and eager for the joy in life. Rose coloured lenses over everything, and all that rubbish. If Rhys were to marry it would be for advantage, not that he was planning on getting married. The thought of that made the Rouge Wizard want to go scrub himself. Celebratory? Oh that would not suit him at all.

A shop caught his eye, as the plain man walked past. Esmeralda... Oh, she wasn't any sort of perfect. Though she was a decent hand at divination and better in the bed. Still- something, anything that might help the boy. Giving a shrug, he moved into the door, looking about at the all too familiar interior. It appeared her tastes still ran true. While their parting and tryst had been short lived and a single night ended in a string of curses- both literal and not- Rhys felt he was comfortable enough in his disguise to enter. After all, who was the better wizard here? She did paltry divinations. He ruled the roost, and strutted about to prove it. His hands in his trousers pockets, his shoulders slumped as he tried to look dejected. A plain average face. A man love lorn and lost. Wanting some hope in his future. Or so the Wizard tried to appear.

Skaoi Silverveil

Location: Infirmity

Skaoi looked over the patients as she scratched out notes in her careful penmanship, a trait honed in her youth. While she could do little to actually heal them with physik skills or her own powers, Skaoi was able to heed the lesson that was written on the pages of her notes. This disease was targeting magykal users some how. No one who did not have magyk had been infect, or rather at risk. Her frown was something of a stern grimace as she studied the figurative writing on the wall. A writing in the blood and lives of magykal users it appeared.

Tucking a blanket about Becky's shoulders, the pale woman sighed in the sad fact that magykal activity would be stopped most likely for a time. A troublesome thing, but one she saw as necessary. Burning Fever, Sleeping Death. She needed to look into it more, but how? Skaoi feared to leave her patient, to return to corpses. To return to folk trapped within their own dreams and bodies... It unnerved her. Setting about tending to the ill, she quickly jotted down the new discoveries for Becky to look over when the woman woke.
@NuttsnBoltsThank you!
Hello, could you please delete this post? It's much appreciated, thank you!
@Aschshumae Please remove your character from the Character Sheet section. It was not approved by me and should not be in there! More than that, it is not the correct Character Sheet format for this Rp or is the correct Lore for this Rp. In fact it follows none of the lore for this Rp and is a copy of another character from a book series. While I don't have a problem with this if it is okay to do, this isn't a Court of Thorn and Roses. If you are truly interested in this Rp please read the rules in the first IC post and Lore. Thank you and have a lovely time Role playing.

Richard Laine

Location Cells

Richard nodded slightly in agreement with Charlie that the others would notice the blood. Yet the assassin couldn't help but point out the problem. "If they come out that way. Jakobsen would be clever enough to hire apt people. They could have diverted the others, or covered it up with another sort of accident." His words were spaced out between pained breathes as his head felt dizzy. Digging his nails weakly into the meat of his palm, the man's face was a mask of pain.

Then again, they weren't out of luck completely. Even if she was not the older and more adept, Thalia the younger could be able to aid them. [color=Olive]"Thalia, my dear, don't happen to be able to use your powers, can you?" His words clashed in a strange way as the man fought to think straight through the pain. Being shot did that to people. As did bleeding out.

Ayita Dyrkin

Location Cells

Ayita ducked her head slightly, her eyes not meeting the others as she turned her amber gaze away. There was enough wolf in her still despite her powers being gone. It was habit now more than anything else. "If there is hope that he might change his mind, perhaps. I do not know or trust much of human kindness." And with good reason. She had seen the brutality of humans. Had been hunted enough. That her first instinct had been to kill the hunter spoke of her mindset. She was in the mode of sheer survival and that- for Ayita= was a dangerous thing.

Wrapping her arms tightly about herself, the younger Laine sighed pressing her head to her knees as she fought back the worry and instincts, that while they were not aided by the beasts and birds, were still there. Her own mind, her own instincts. Urging her to fight to flee. She was injured and thus fighting would not be a wise move. Sighing a small whimpered noise. "It is a rare thing."
Blood's Jewels

“Terreille in Trouble”

Faeril Ashkevron

Location - Ashkevron Residence in Askavi

The Eyrien woman look up sharply as her blue eyes- a trait that did not come from the long lived races- narrowed at the Queen. "So you are awake." Faeril set the spice aside as she plucked the bottle from the Hayllian's hand, shaking it randomly over the stew. Leaving the questionably stew to boil, the woman moved about the kitchen cleaning away the mess that had been left in her wake. "The men are not back yet, but your... former Court lives." The large, leathery wings opened and closed as Faeril shifted slightly. Unsure how much Fatima knew of her lineage, unsure what could be said on that account. Yet in the end, what could she say? She had not been meant to see that, so the Black Widow kept her peace. Her lips thinning at yet another weight to her already burdened heart.

Thus, when she spoke again her tone was cold and dispassionate. "Denar, Belor, and Gen are taking them to the border where they will leave them to their fate. We cannot risk crossing into Hayll." The unspoke 'and lead the guards back to you' hung in the air, as the dual caste Widow and Healer sat at the heavy table. With the weight of the Askavi mountains about them, Faeril doubted that Fatima felt comfortable. The eyrie itself was like a maze in it's ever twisting halls and plentiful rooms and the masonry that carved more- when needed- from the living mountain. Many of the other races found it unnerving, much to the hardened woman's amusement. Pouring herself a cup of tea, coffee being something she never had the taste for save on her most tiring of healings, Faeril Called in a second cup using the Craft to pour the tea and slide the hot beverage over to a second chair. Her Red Jewel was not as strong as it had been, but she wore the red, and Beneth had- by far- been the lesser. "I did as was nessecary, nothing more. They are fine aside from several broken bones and bruises. Much the same as my boys." Considering all three of those so-called boys, were Warlord Princes (albeit wearing the lighter jewels) Faeril failed to bite back the slight smirk at what their reaction would be to such. For the many years she had spent with them, came with a good bit of friendly and familiar amusements.

@Torack The barkeep snorts in annoyance. "Youngster now a days." He mutters to himself, frowning. The sharp yellow gaze however turned to the battered Andressa. Small bruises peppering the woman's skin from where the assailants had held her. Opening his mouth as if to say something, the door opened with a wood cracking thud as three Eyrien warriors tumbled in. Each looking battered as if they were part of a barfight- which they had been. Lucivar would note one of being a Green Jeweled Warlord and the other two Warlord Princes of the lighter ranks. Rose, if one were to go by the Jewels about their necks. "Mother Night. Run through a horde of Jhinka?" The grizzled barkeep snarled at the trio.

"Just about." Complained Denar with a snarl as the witch began to fuss over him. While there was nothing between the two, they were allies against the twisted Queens. Which allowed the witch to give the Warlord Prince a scolding look and sharp jab to a particularly ugly bruise, eliciting a yelp form the foolish Rose Warlord Prince. Belor gave into the treatment with little fuss, seeing all the good it did his brother. "No, just doing some work for the Healer. Ashke can be the right taskmaster." The snarling male huffed, as he studied the two new comers with some interest.

The Green Jeweled Warlord, however, was sharply looking at the bruises that covered Andressa from the attack on Greyhaven. His golden eyes narrowed along with those of his brothers. "Lady," His stance was nothing but respectful as he eyed Lucivar with a unspoken challenge. "Are you quite well?" The deadly quiet in that voice was a unspoken question as to how the witch gained her injuries, and for all that he and his brothers were battered and bruised. They would see to it that justice was meted out. Sensing the other Prince Saroths rise to the killing edge, the barkeep's daughter stepped away quickly. It never turned out well to be caught in a fight between Warlord Princes. With careful steps the three fanned out. Belor, the worst injured with his bloodied wings and two black eyes, drifting towards the door and most likely to summon aid.
@Mister ThirteenNot a worry, school comes first.
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