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6 yrs ago
Current What lies in the hearts of the drae if not madness? - Ma'doc
6 yrs ago
Replies will be coming out in a few days. Been down sick.
6 yrs ago
"Fly you fools!"
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7 yrs ago
To everyone waiting on replies. They most likely will be out tomorrow or Saterday. I need to get a part for my computer!
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8 yrs ago
Sorry if replies are a bit slow. Dealing with a headache.
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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 those that are well thought out and worked with. Especially when you can find a group you can work well with. I love 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 an Rp really catches my interest I'm inpatient for posts. It's like reading a good book and getting stuck on a cliff hanger.

You can generally expect posts regularly once a week if not more.

I've RP'd for the better part of fourteen years, so I can honestly say I have some experience and I've developed the understanding of what I expect of a partner in a one-on-one or a group. I'm also the sort who will speak up and point out something if it looks off or forms a problem to me. I spent most of a year once stuck in a Voice Chat Rp that was hell on Earth, so I'm straight forward when I need to say something. I expect this in return from my Rpers and DMs. I want to improve my writing and love constructive criticism.

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Aisling shrunk back and now took on grasping fears as a pure expression, "I am 'She who is born of ashes', Summer King." She stammered, her body shaking like a leaf of Falk's high trees. Her eyes looked about the hall frantically, in desperation. Searching for something to make a worthy trade for."Oh, please accept the deal for something of worth, I do fear the wrath of My Lord King. A Unseelie is no easy Ruler to bide under." She pleaded, he was Summer Court and they were notorious for their honor and nobility. Her large green eyes gave into tears of weakness as if she was on her last nerves. "I would ask for less if I could, but I must come back with something of worth! Surely one so noble as a Fair Summer Fae would understand the hardship of barbaric, dark clutches! A name I was told to return with, a name or rare tidbit of news!" Aisling blinks away the threatening tears. Clearly the picture of fear and desperation.
Aisling seems to melt with disappointment allowing a slight worry to trend about her. "My Lord has no need for troops, trade routes are not what I sent for." She shifts from foot to foot nervous. Scared almost, oh what the Fall King would do if she did not come back without something good! A glint came into her eye, to another it would look desperate. Ever so slightly that was true. But Aisline was wise to the way of Fae that must always speak true. "You said you would offer anything other than you're name, even part of that... Wilt thou give your crown for such news that might preserve thy kingdom?" She cringes as if expecting fury, rightly so. Still she holds the image of a nervous servant which only seems to grow as the trading does not fall right through.
"But for a price, Summer King. I shall tell you for the bargain of equal worth. Your first name true, not nickname, but given." She offers, folding her hands before her demurely in front of her. Her Lord had taught her deal and bargain well and she would use this knowledge well. Her eyes gazed up at the King from under the lasses, as though she was shy. "For within the Fae Realm all things must be given for something of equal value, no?" Her Irish accent gave her words a colorful littering to them. Perhaps she could pull upon his hate. "Though perhaps the price may be too high for the news of the iron fond gremlins that all Fair Folk be venerable to. Save the most powerful of Kings and Lords."
Aisling slipped into the Court and down the hall, pausing to curtsied before the Summer King. "King of Summer, I have come on behest the King, My Lord, of Fall. A exchange he has to offer ye, news for trade of Winter Court thy enemies." Green eyes watch the Lord of Fae from her bowed position as she slowly straightened. What a boyish King this one was. Even she could see his youth having spent so long among Fae halls. Her long red hair was plaited in curls down her back as long bangs and lashes framed her eyes. She knew she was beautiful to men, even a few young fairies had approved. The works of beauty would not apply here so skills of diplomacy and fencing with words. Sewing meaning and intention into a blended seam until the Fae agreed to a deal fitting to her Lord. It would be tricky work.
@Blackmist16 Not a Problem, no problem.
@Blackmist16 Np Np
@Blackmist16 I sent Aisling to the Summer Court on the middle of the second page. Sent yesterday.
@Natsu Don't worry, I expected it. XD
@Natsu Old Eanglish and Falk's rhyming. A deadly combination.

Basicly he's amused by Max. He's reminding the Hermit that he owes a tithe, or tax, for being allowed to enter Fall Court lands. He's also giving the Hermit more time to do so, just so he does pay it before he leaves. Since he's sensing that there's a problem he's ordering them both to come to him before they shed blood. And he's reminding to Duchess the Hermit is allowed free passage and to harm him is not a good idea.

@Natsu I couldn't help it, Falk had to laugh over that. Your little man has plucK! Or in another term, Puck!
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