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Dragon's Oblivion (High-Casual Fantasy)

Aw thanks. :3 It just seems like a poor excuse to introduce himself. But whateves, awkwardness done.

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Zaerna Throt'oll

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It took a moment for the Gem to really take in Zaerna's presence. The look of confusion on the girl's face amused her and caused a low chortle to fall from her plump red lips. Her dainty almond eyes blinked rapidly, their pupils large and reflective. "I..." She hesitated, and the Drakken nodded slowly, as you would to a child, for her to continue. "Walk without some guard dragging me along behind him. I wasn't previously aware that it was considered a crime." The female Drakken responded with what started as a slight moan and evolved into lackadaisical laughter. Her hand, which had not left the girl's face, patted the mark twice just a bit too roughly.

"Oh, darling, for your sake I hope you soon learn the difference between disrespect and crime, ere you experience real punishment." She dropped her hand to the girls jaw, taking it firmly and turning it side to side. "Yes... Very nice. What is your name, young one? And what can you offer me?" She stepped back, intending to give her a moment to think her response through. She looked up and down the line again, ignoring the way the bare-chested barbarian tried to intimated the Princess Gem. She had been paying little attention, for she had no interest in that pet, and because Wilhelm the Black was one man she actually respected among this group. The woman in shackles was left to her own devices a few feet away, and Zaerna leaned back to see her entire body.

"You, in chains." She said directly. "Why are you shackled?" She was surprised that she actually had a few of the brides at her choice - there were few Drakken in this particular group, at least few had arrived, and Zaerna was offered more of a selection than she had anticipated. She could hold her own in duels with a good majority of these men, she was no doubt a better channeler than the them, but she was glad it wasn't turning out that way. She had wanted the one with blue hair, but she didn't want her enough to start a fight. Her boots clicked as she backed away from her first choice and closer to the woman in chains. They were not far apart, and not far from the bubbling altercation. She stood in-between her choices and the barbarian, as he did not seem far from violence despite claiming to not contest Wilhelm's choice of bride. The last thing she needed was to be stuck with damaged merchandise. She didn't heed his words to the gem; she didn't even know why he bothered spouting such hot air. He was only encouraging the pet to speak by responding. Facing the chained Gem, Zaerna caressed her cheek as she did to the last.

@WeepingLiberty
@MarsAdept

Dragon's Oblivion (High-Casual Fantasy)

Shitty intro is shitttty.
Poor excuse to make conversation is poor
Blech, I wasn't sure how else to approach. ><

Dragon's Oblivion (High-Casual Fantasy)

With a wide smile, Iouril joined in the raucous laughter of the men near him in the tavern. Scarfing down a meal while engaging in their revelry, the dark elf was caught in a rare display of comradery. He had just returned from a trip with a group of mercenaries that had hired him, and they had invited him to join in a meal at one of their favorite taverns near the city wall after learning he had no place to stay in the city. He had gotten his room and board at a discount thanks to them, and was thoroughly enjoying the way his night had turned out. It was a much needed reprieve from his travels at the moment.

For the last few moons, Iouril had been on the move. He ran into some trouble with some ragtag clan south of Annos Dorei, from whom he stole back an heirloom of a man who hired him to that purpose. He made a decent amount of coin, but he was fleeing the clan for quite some time. He managed to escape into this city with some secrecy and hadn’t had trouble since he started to lay low. He got some simple work from this mercenary group, going out to the coast to protect some caravan, and was basically just trying to make sure his stay would be as simple as possible. He had no destination in mind, though he was giving thought to become the mage of one of the merchant ships. He was curious about life at sea.

Sitting at a table surrounded by a few different characters, Iouril gripped a hold of the counter when the world began to shake. It only lasted a few moments, but he had to save his bowl and glass from falling over. It ended almost as soon as it begun, and it left the dark elf and his companions looking at each other in confusion – until one of them muttered, “It mus've been yer old lady falling out of bed, Wesson!” To which the group laughed heartily. Out of the corner of his eye, Iouril watched a vibrant woman rush out of the door.

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A little bit later, after Iouril had slurped down the rest of his stew and stuffed his crusty bread in his mouth, he was left to his own devices. A few harsh hands patted him on the back as his newest acquaintances all stood and filed out, their voices calling back exuberant farewells and promises to meet again. As they left, he took his table and motioned for the serving girl. His gaze lingered on the door as a female figured entered in and sat relatively close to his booth on the wall, near the back corner of the inn. He noticed a more familiar figure reentering the bar as he recited his request for a refill to the server. It was a Xanara who he had seen around, but didn't necessarily know. Before the waitress left, he asked if she knew the fox, but only got a vigorous head-shake as an answer. As she whisked away, the dark elf leaned back and tapped a finger on his chin.

He stood after a moment, straightening his vest, and strode easily to the Xanara who sat herself at the bar. He cleared his throat gently to get her attention, as to make his presence known. "Excuse me, miss. Do you know what that earthquake was? I watched you leave after it..."

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Naw, its cool.

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Yeah, at first I was like 'why so many mentions in this IC' but now I realize that it was actually a really good idead. <.<

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It seems as though when you edit a post and call someone out, it doesn't register on the site. xP
@WeepingLiberty, my post was directed toward you. I should've mentioned you in the first place, my bad.
Unless this is an awesome display of rebellion by ignoring her! Which would be responded to accordingly.

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Oh, I just didn't know why it was only select ones.
Definitely a royal-blooded thing to do. :p

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Why was I called out? Not that its important, Im just curious.

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Zaerna Throt'oll

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With a breathy sigh, Zaerna flipped a thick tress of vibrant orange hair behind her ear as her stance shifted, her weight now on her left leg. She looked around, unimpressed, at the people and setting around her. She had never been to Shadow Worth before this moment, but standing amid its arches and tapestries now, she was unimpressed. Her own manor was much more intimidating and comfortable at the same time, and she had obviously hired better sculptors. The men around her were nothing special, either. She had expected to meet some worth-while men during her stay here at Shadow Worth, at least some she could take to her mother about to with-hold another conversation about her "hunt for a husband." But, standing in a rag tag group around her were a bunch of less-than-desirable mates. If she had looked at them as any higher than dogs, Zaerna would have pitied the incoming Gemminities for garnering such weak husbands.

Although she was clad in her gold-filigreed armor, Zaerna's femininity was still quite obvious. A royal purple coat was draped over her shoulders, hiding the obtrusive form of her war-mace at her hip. Her armor ended with high, heeled boots and her armor was crafted to show the shape of her bust without presenting any specific structural disadvantage. Her journey to the castle was followed by many curious eyes. Many questioned why she would want a wife at all. A woman of her age and stature should be looking at a husband. In truth, she didn't (not any more than she wanted a husband), but she had earned the new pet and fully assumed to get one. She doubted these little gems had ever seen a woman of her kind before. She withheld a snicker and it turned to a sneer: she was fully expecting them to fawn over her in an attempt to get a merciful lover.

She let a few of the quavering brides arrive before she made her appearance known. First, a fat faced girl who held absolutely no interest to the experienced sorceress. The next was somewhat interesting; very regal looking thing that held herself as if she were important. Zaerna absently tapped on the bottom curve of her horn as she inspected the girls. The third caught Zaerna's eye if only for the fact she was chained. At first, she wondered how feisty she could get, but she soon made it clear that whatever act of bravery she had shown was an anomaly to her; she stayed silent. The fourth girl was just some stumbling waif and Zaerna scoffed. The fifth, scantily clad in some beaded ensemble, came through without incident or originality. She joined the group and barely acknowledged the group of Drakkens.

It was at that point that a man, distantly familiar, stepped forward and "delicately" took the waif's hand to his mouth and kissed it. Zaerna rolled her eyes at the look he shot the rest of his kin - she doubted many wanted such a dainty creature. It wouldn't last. On an unrelated note she felt immense irritation at the fact the man walked around shirtless. No doubt he spent half his time in battle defending his bare flesh for his own vanity. Another gem stumbled into the ballroom, this one looking just slightly roughed up. She looked around with wide, almond shaped, gray eyes. Zaerna found her to be the most aesthetically pleasing of the lot so far. The unadorned one with blue hair was cute, but not in an exotic way like this last one.

A commotion sounded at one of the smaller doors, and Zaerna turned in time to see a gem entering the room and leaving her male guard on the ground. She had no idea how that guard was able to be tripped by the scrawny thing that sauntered into the room, but she hoped he got fired. The girl had a tattoo exposed, which she probably thought made her stand out, and her look of surprising confidence made on of the female Drakken's eyebrows arch highly. Internally, she laughed at whatever fool was going to take her in some attempt to "discipline" her. Women like that deserved no recognition nor gratification for their actions. If Zaerna got stuck with her, she'd merely throw her in the dungeon for a few weeks without food or contact - and what fun would that be? Sure, beating the piss out of her and wiping that look from her face through devious torture would be immensely satisfying, but Zaerna had prisoners of war she could do that to. To her credit, she called to the barbaric male who claimed the waif from before. At least she had backbone.

Into the room, late but not caring came Wilhelm the Black. He strode straight to the Princess, which didn't surprise Zaerna as that gem was garnering quite the attention. Zaerna gave no prudence to her: her family held no power and neither did she, especially now, no matter what illusion the pathetic gems found themselves under. At that point, with many distracted by the towering figure how had just arrived, Zaerna stepped out from the back of the crowd to get a closer look at the assembled brides. Her steps were sounded but the click of her heels and her cloaked swayed elegantly with her easy gait. She looked at each, from a few feet away, from head to toe, ignoring any word they thought they had the right to utter. She stopped at the Gem with gray eyes, her slender hand coming up to career the side of her face. It was reddened and raised, as though she was struck. "Tell me, pretty one, what did you think you had the right to do?" Her voice was smooth and actually pleasant, but her tone was amused and condescending.

@WeepingLiberty