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Urban Shadows

If my character is accepted, I'm ready^^

Gold & Glory: AU thread

The hall was abuzz with activity after the Duke and his wife had entered. The dancing had faltered but as of yet had not altogether stopped. While he ruled the city and made a showing of himself, this was his home and most here had already become at least tangentially acquainted with he and his family. He was an alright fellow in Markus's book, as his arrival had been a good segue for him to excuse himself, though rather than making a B line toward him as many were, he went to grab a drink or two a dozen paces away.

A slim woman presented him with a tray of wine glasses, smiling sweetly. She either wanted to bag a rich man or simply didn't want to lose her job, but either way he didn't care. He took a glass and downed it in a swill.

"Spero che la tua giornata sia stata grandiosa," She remarked, expertly bowing as the tray was held steady in her hands. Markus could only understand about four of the words vaguely, so he smiled and placed a silver schilling on the tray. Her eyes widened as he walked away, deciding to see if the line around the Duke had thinned. Most people seemed to have simply wanted to greet him and try to keep themselves relevant in his memory before slinking off back to their intrigue and business deals. The Captain stood behind three men as they chatted the Duke up, unable to ascertain if they were old friends or lollygaggers.

The Duke had dark features, with an olive color to his skin and a hardiness to his countenance. In fact he seemed like Tobaro personified. Refined but gruff, with a no-nonsense attitude intermingled with a sense of flair and style. The fellow moved aside the last man and held his hand out to Markus, who did not hesitate to shake it. That seemed to garner some modicum of approval from the Duke.

"We have no met before. Are you an...Imperial?" He asked, his accent heavy albeit clearly fluent in reikspeil.

"Yes, I am-"

"Captain Flintbrook!" A voice cried. Both Markus and the Duke turned to see Enrique the heir running to their position, trying his best not to bump into anyone. The Duke regarded Markus and then his son, clearly not used to being out of the loop of something. Markus immediately took note that Emmaline was missing. He sighed, thinking she had gotten into trouble.

"Enrique? You know this man?" The Duke asked.

"Lady Von Morganstern has collapsed, sir. I don't know why. She's alright but-"

Markus's throat closed in sudden worry. "Lead the way" he ordered, hurrying away with him, hoping the next few moments the Duke didn't notice he forgot to add an honorific.

Gold & Glory: AU thread

Markus smirked at the Tilean nobles doing their best to act like they understood the Elves when the Asur spoke to one another in their mother tongue. He knew if he continued with a bit more audacity, the gentry would speak about him disfavorably for quite some time, which might harm his chance of any sort of trade agreement. Though that was only a small realization. He was certain he would get what he wanted regardless, and still wanted to have a bit of fun.

It was everyone else's turn to make their declarations of names and titles. The Elven Prince, for he was indeed a Prince of Cothique, was called Imladon the Reaver. He had escorted his lover, sorceress of Saphery Beruthiel Emeraldsea here along with his two retainers, Galadel and Imladrak his cousin. Markus wasn't very learned in Elven lore or geography, just far less of a neophyte than your average imperial citizen, not that it spoke for much.

The humans were a bit more interesting. The surnames of Ralphio Miragliano and Dante Colombo were known to many well read people in the Old World, the former the descendant of a famous inventor and the latter the product of a sire who was a famous explorer. Perhaps Markus could speak to Colombo on any old maps his many great grandfather might have of the western seas. The last fellow was Marco Gattio, and though he had never heard the name, Markus was informed he was quite the skilled painter.

"Might I inquire what your business here is, Master Flintbrook?" The Elven Prince Imladon asked to break the greetings, using 'master' with a small distaste in his mouth. Apparently he was not keen to wait on the female humans to give their introductions. Then again, they might be up and coming wives such as Emmaline could portray.

"I'm here for much the same reason I imagine you are, your highness. I seek to make and maintain contacts in Tobaro for mutual benefit. I do quite like gold, if you hadn't noticed the company I keep." The Captain said wryly, indicating Emmaline. Though it looked as if she had already disappeared. He hoped she would keep a low profile.

"An uncouth ape, though evidently skilled it seems for such low people." Beruthiel the sorceress said in Elvish.

"One needs to be uncouth to be a Captain," He replied back in her tongue, which gave him a very good view of the imperious sorceress's eyes popping wide in surprise. "Some women quite like uncouth, I've learned." He added smugly, though unfortunately that was a step too far. She gasped, offended whilst Imladon and his cousin simultaneously half drew their keen blades. It was Galadel that stepped forward, the human nobles surprised and just about to call out to their guards, unsure of the cause of the sudden threats.

"His Asur is quite terrible, I'm certain he meant no offense your grace, my lady." Galadel negotiated in Reikspeil, brows raised gently and hands wide in supplication. Markus was quick to nod, giving a bow. "My deepest condolences. I have been at sea for many months and am unused to such valiant company."

Bowed and staring at the ground, he half expected to be beheaded. He couldn't tell if the excuse worked, but it was at that moment the trumpets at the great door of the room sounded, announcing the Duke's arrival.

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Gold & Glory: AU thread

On the northern wing, Markus spotted the Dwarfs speaking to a few very fat rich men, likely merchants. There was a tall man resplendent in robes standing with them along with a small slip of a woman in a sparkling gown. As they spoke, Hugrin held out a rifle to present as Branvaldin gestured his hands for the onlookers to be at ease, all while Sketti scratched his balls, the bulge prominent even under his thick cotton trousers.

"I wish I had my priorities straight like you," He whispered back to the sorceress, planting a small kiss just above her cheek. As he did so, he could see across the hall where various aristocrats congregated in a small group where most of the drinks seemed to be. As much as he wanted something stronger, it seemed the majority of what was being served was wine. Tilea was famous for it, so it didn't irk him nearly as much as it would have were he in Altdorf. Even as he looked, he saw Galadel with his scepter standing next to three other elves among the group in question.

The rakish swordsman slid a hand to rest on Emmaline's lower back. "Let's go over there, make a good impression, then when the Duke shows up I'll have a few words with him and we can get the hell out of here." Emmaline showed she was ready by fluttered her eyelashes with a blank, stupid look on her face. Markus hid his grin. He knew the aristocrats had their work cut out for them.

The two of them made their way over to the group, giving the dance floor a wide berth. Two abrasive couples, both clearly either very entitled or a little drunk, spoke to one another and blocked the entirety of the lane between the wall and the dance floor. They didn't acknowledge Markus nor Emmaline when they halted before them. The women in their fur coats and the men decked in embroidered surcoats and talking business were rudely interrupted and flabbergasted once Markus placed stepped between them and pushed his hands outward so they would stumble out of the way. It made way for Emmaline in her dress and magnificent necklace. Were it not for the shining sapphire they might have been rebuked loudly, but it was just extravagant enough for them to wonder if she and her date were not an Elector Count and his wife from an Imperial province.

Strutting over, the two had expected to be on the periphery of whatever conversation was currently being held. On the contrary, the nobles had noticed the small spectacle and had noticed The Captain and his beautiful date approaching. The Elves had too, it seemed. At their center, a gorgeous elven maiden in robes of saphery regarded them, and it was a long moment before Markus realized she was actually lightly floating over the ground. Her brown hair was long and luxurious, held back by a tiara of silver upon her forehead. Next to her was an Elven Prince, grounded but no less respectable in an ethereal way, wearing red and gold, a saber at his side. They had taken Markus' sword at the door, but apparently the Elf was given special treatment. Beside them was an Elven guard in a doublet, similarly armed, and Galadel.

"Better late than never, eh?" Markus said, speaking to Galadel first.

There was a very pregnant silence that followed, as he clearly should have regarded the elves of higher status, or even the Tilean aristocrats first rather than his old friend. Galadel knew to say nothing, but he smiled. The tension was cut by a mustached Tilean baron who cleared his throat.

"And who might you be, sir?" He said, accent dripping from his pouty lips.

"Yes, I suppose I am being rude." The swordsman replied easily, inclining his head ever so slightly. "I am Markus Flintbrook, heir to the Flintbrook Estate set upon the Lodestone River." He wasn't exactly lying. If his father passed, he might actually inherit a bit of land. Technically Rhinehold Flintbrook was a Border Prince, albeit a minor one. It was a fact he hadn't even told Emmaline yet. He could imagine her reaction once he did, now that he had reminded himself to. No doubt she thought it a full lie now. "And Captain of the Hammer, a sloop of the Imperial navy. This is my date, the Lady Emmaline Von Morganstern. No doubt you've heard the name, as you are people of substance."

Gold & Glory: AU thread

She quite enjoyed being called 'witch' in bed, but Markus kept that thought firmly to himself with a smirk. He decided to change the subject from the questionable crime that could lead back to them in some indirect fashion. Glancing about, he hailed one of the tailors to come over to him once the fellow was done, all the while saying. "Nothing from you, Master Dwarf. Truth be told I didn't even know you would be in here with one of my crew. Speaking of which..."

Behind him, Emmaline caught the arm of the tailor and whispered to him exactly what Markus was looking for, so Markus needn't halt his conversation. Rather he just spread his arms to be measured. The Captain continued: "There will be Elves at the Duke's palace. That won't be a problem, aye?"

"Yes that's...regrettable." Branvaldin remarked diplomatically with a sigh, though in truth Markus had been referring to Sketti in particular. The Slayer's eyes widened, whipping to the merchant as if the other Dawi had stabbed him in the back. Hugrin grumbled and chewed on his pipe, but gave no real opinion other than a general look of distaste. "No doubt there to do business, just as we are. I hear Elgi do like to sail."

"Blasted pointy ears!" Sketti roared, causing the tailor measuring Markus to jump.

"You won't provoke them or cause a fight. That's an order." Markus commanded the Slayer, who seemed very close to insubordination when he opened his mouth, before he closed it wisely. Sketti cleared his throat, taking the cloak they has brought him. "Aye Captain..." Though the conversation didn't end there. Markus found out the two Dwarves had known Sketti before he took his oath, citing him as once one of the best engineers in their guild. No Dwarf would stand in the way of another Dwarf and their oath, but they asked him to inspect their current projects and help present their business to the Duke later. Once that was discovered, the three stout folk departed, leaving Markus and Emmaline to their own devices.

Minutes later, Markus stepped out of the back room wearing a newly fashioned coat just shipped in from the Marienburg not a week ago. The brown was so dark and deep in hue, it was nearly black. Gold trim ran along its breadth, with brass buttons along the center. It accentuated his shoulders and added to his rugged good looks, while still being just fancy enough to be granted entry to the party. With his backsword at his hip, he truly pulled off the rakish captain look.

"What do you think, babe?" He asked her, arms out wide and looking down at himself.

Urban Shadows

@rush99999 True, I miss it sometimes. I'm the same as always. You ever played Urban Shadows before?

Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess

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Kayden wasn't entirely certain he deserved chastisement from Michail, considering he had gone up to aid in bringing Imogen back. He felt a princely arrogance rising up, but he quelled that immediately. Michail wasn't his Master-At-Arms he could vaguely ward off with royal threats. He merely gave a groan of annoynance but said nothing, following the professor's directives without complaint and joining the group proper with the others. Kayden did give Jorah a grin though, as one might grant a fellow conspirator. Despite their differences, Jorah didn't have a stick up his ass like Auberon.

Hustling back with the other two, the prince had bounced back easily enough. Nothing seemed to really get under his skin, save the ride in the carriage. As long as he could avoid that he would be tremendous. Of course, his mood was a tad challenged when a massive explosion wracked the landscape just beyond the bridge, likely a few furloughs away. Anyone who wasn't immediately staring at the sudden plume of smoke would see Kayden's normally casual look go wide eyed. "I don't think that was in the syllabus," He deadpanned.

Along with the others, he awaited the explanation of the riders and the subsequent discussion by their wise teachers.

Bandits!? The debonair heir felt a surge of elation in his chest. He had been expecting combat, but never did he really think there would be actual fighting. Perhaps the carriage ride was worth it after all, he thought with a growing grin. Images of steel clashing with steel and swashbuckling acts of valor slid through his mind. If there was something Kayden longed for, it was proper combat application, particularly in the midst of slaying foul foes as they protected the innocent! Father wasn't within two hundred leagues either, so there would be no objections for something silly like his safety. With a hearty laugh, he turned around and said. "Do you hear that men? Time to show them what the eagles are made of!" the prince declared.

His teammates had little to add.

Kayden volunteered with a call and a raising of his hand as Michail's question, needing all but five seconds to decide. He turned and approached the wagon to gather his blade, and while he did, he felt a bit calmer and more level headed. Even a tinge of fear crept up, but that was easily brushed aside. The heir to the Empire feared no man, and that was all a bandit was. His training and bookish knowledge of tactics would keep him safe, not to mention the professors and like-minded students at his side. He nearly didn't catch Kellen's kind-hearted assurance to Lienna once he passed them by. He decided to say nothing, but he did have a small smile on his face. Rather he gave Lienna a salute with his sword once Kellen departed, before following after the others as well.

Urban Shadows

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Urban Shadows

Caber

Name: Caber
Age: You would not believe him
Look: Male, White, colorful clothing
Demeanor: Seductive

Stats ----
Blood: -1
Heart: 1
Mind: 0
Spirit: 2

Factions ----
Mortality: 0
Night: -1
Power: 1
Wild: 2

Who are you? I am called Caber...Oh, you wanted more? A strange question. I don't know what else you wish of me.

How long have you been in the city? Ah, a better question! Twenty summers and twenty winters. The wind here speaks like I have never before heard.

What do you love most about humanity? Haha! Mortals are so much fun! They are so contented to live such dull and dreary lives, but one merely needs to examine closer to see the chaos within. Vile bloodshed and carnal pleasures are what they truly desire, were they not inhibited by their strange 'laws'. Oh but I do miss the dark ages.

Who is your closest confidante in the city? The trees, I'd say. Ah, but you refer to people? That is a difficult query. You do enjoy strange questions don't you? Ha! I suppose it would be young Kristoff Barliman, the magician. He owns a pub a few furloughs from here. A dour fellow, though excitement tends to follow him.

What do you desperately need? What we all need, of course. Good food and drink and passionate company. The fresh air and the noonday sun. The clouds and the birds and the beasts. It is not what I need that you should ask me of. It is what I do not need, friend. Ironworks and fell exhaust, for the mortals. And Meridyalenda, my beloved among the unseelie court! Why do you think I fled the isle to begin with?

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Gear:

• Small apartment
• Mini Cooper
• Smart Phone

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Debt

• I entrusted Kristoff with an enchantment to keep my whereabouts unknown to the Unseelie court. If he succeeds, I owe him a debt. If he doesn't, he owes me two debts.

P.S. I had a good character image but fukken lost it

@rush99999 What's up Rush? Haven't seen you since the old mercenary RP!