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Roleplay: Soulless Regency
Date of post: April 5, 2017
Character: Fyror Gallant Kildragon

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Location: Almack’s
“Chivalry never died; some men just choose to ignore it.”

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Meet her family? The thought was actually rather unnerving to Fyror. Seeing as most women avoided him due to his rugged appearance, this was an entirely new and unexpected predicament he found himself in. As if he was not already self-conscious enough, this just made matters worse. “Well, I certainly hope they are as kind and accepting of me as you are,” he spoke his thoughts out loud, his voice slightly strained.

Fyror’s gaze took in the room full of people and activity as he escorted Jeanette into Almack’s proper. He spotted his family just inside, and he quickly waved them over. “I hope you do not mind meeting my family,” he said. “ I need to inform my father of the damaged wards anyways.”

“This is Ms. Jeanette Crane, the woman I told you all about. Ms. Crane, this is my father Colonel Theodore, mother Lilith, sister Genevieve, and you have already met my brother Leon,” Fyror introduced, gesturing to each of his family members in turn.

“Well, now I see why my son ran off after the Cargast attack,” his mother spoke up suggestively as she grinned ear to ear. “She is indeed quite the fair maiden.” Fyror’s face flushed with heat as a look of mortification crossed his face. Typical Leon burst out laughing at his brother’s expense.

In an apparent attempt to come to her brother’s aid, Genevieve tried to divert the conversation, “It truly is a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Crane. By the way, I love your gown. Where did you get it?” Unfortunately, her attempt did not have the effect she had intended as it only made Leon laugh harder. He was laughing so hard it literally brought tears to his eyes. Evidently, he had noted how out of place Jeanette looked considering her former attire. His brother’s insolence managed to snap Fyror out of his embarrassment as he glared at his brother. “Leon,” he growled in warning. Leon threw up his hand in mock defense as he tried to contain his laughter.

Fyror glared at his brother a little longer before turning his attention to his father. “Father, I need to speak to you regarding a matter pertinent to the Soulless threat.” Colonel Theodore nodded his head and followed Fyror and Jeanette off to the side. “Ms. Crane was tasked to check Almack’s wards before tonight’s event, but what she found was alarming to say the least. The wards were in fact quite damaged. She managed to fix them, but we are concerned that there could still be Soulless within.” As usual, Fyror got straight down to business, and father like son, Colonel Theodore’s demeanor quickly grew serious.

“Thank you for informing me of this. I will let the other officers know of this so they can be prepared if or when things go south,” his father replied before turning to Jeanette. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Crane. Now you two stay safe.” Colonel Theodore gave a slight bow before departing. Jeanette and Fyror were once again left alone in each other’s company.

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

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Location: Almack’s
“Chivalry never died; some men just choose to ignore it.”

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Fyror found that he was once more met with kind words from Ms. Millicent Wyndham, quite the contrast from her ill-mannered mother. Yet he couldn’t help but wonder if she spoke with sincerity, or if she was simply using flattering words to ease the bruise dealt by Mrs. Wyndham. The answer mattered not at the moment as he was more concerned about the shake in her voice and the man who had put it there. He gave her a slight respectful bow in greeting, and his brows furrowed when he took in the emotion written in her expression. He felt a strong urge to comfort her and make things right. It was in his nature to be protective and to care for others, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He followed Millicent’s gaze when she unexpectedly turned away. What he saw, or better yet whom he saw, greatly displeased him. The man that Ms. Wyndham had been speaking to, the man who had caused her distress, was glaring in their direction as he stood in the doorway to Almack’s. If Fyror was not mistaken, one of the other Wyndham sisters was at the man’s side. Fyror’s expression hardened in response. He made to step in front of Millicent, so as to be the first to engage the man; however, to his dismay, she quickly excused herself and went back to the man! He started to reach out to grab her and pull her back towards him, but he stopped himself, letting his arm fall back to his side. He realized it wouldn’t help matters if he manhandled her.

He barely caught what Millicent said under her breath, and it indicated that she did not want to go back to this man. So why was she going back to him? What threat had he made? He watched her every step as he dully heard the women in black and Virginia speaking behind him. His hands clenched and unclenched into fists at his sides as he contemplated what to do. His jaw clenched angrily as the man grabbed her roughly and then escorted her inside once she had relented. When she looked back over at those she had left and her eyes lingered on him, it was about his undoing. He stood there transfixed until she disappeared from his sight.

“Who is that man?” he asked sharply as he spun back around to face Virginia and the woman in black. It took him a moment to realize that the woman in black was Jeanette and a moment longer to realize she was wearing a dress rather than men’s clothes. Seeing her again, safe and sound, was a cooling balm to his anger. A small strained smile appeared on his face, and he was at a loss for words at the moment.

A sense of dread began to creep back when Jeanette told him and Virginia about the damaged wards. Yet he was thrown off when she so quickly changed the subject. Of all the topics she could choose to speak about next, she chose to ask whether or not she looked good in the dress she was wearing. Without thinking he gave her a onceover. A slight flush came to his cheeks when he realized what he had just done. He cleared his throat, poorly playing it off, before speaking. “I think you look beautiful, though—” he started, before pausing to lift the veil away from her face, “I think it is better if one can see your face.” He gave her small almost shy smile.

He glanced over at Virginia when she spoke and then watched as she made her way into Almack’s proper. He then turned to face Jeanette once more. “Shall we, Ms. Crane?” he stated as he offered his arm to her in order to escort her inside.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.