Tracyarmav

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

*Sits next to Belle, also waiting.*

[HIGH CASUAL] Her Majesty's Spirit

Still working out how much time I'll have to devote to this, looks like less than I wanted to have. If I can pull something together it will likely be a warlock character or a mercenary. Perhaps a mercenary warlock, just to constantly play the dread and fear most people have of them, even though they fight on the same side.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Gwillim Gunnvaldr

_{Husband of Scyrvensrel Talyrrth-Gunnvaldr @Amethyst and Hestia Gristmill @eclecticwitch
Interacting with: Scyrven @Amethyst and Hestia Gristmill @eclecticwitch}

Gwillim came back to the present, more or less, as Hestia introduced herself. He was quite glad Scyrvensrel was taking a liking to the gem, and pleased that they hadn't gotten the runt of the reaping. He gladly agreed to the proposed shopping trip, though it was likely he'd dip out for a time and catch up to them before the end of the day. He did not take pleasure in hearing the gem's protests. He kept his hand on Scyrvensrel's should as he bent down enough to put his head just behind Hestia's nearest ear. His voice was quite, soft, and cold as a sudden draft in a barrow, or light breeze in a foggy grave yard.

“If indeed you wish to avoid trouble gemling, you'll not deny my wife again. If she wants to take you shopping, then the only being alive with a chance of stopping her is me; and even I try not to cross her without due cause. If you remember nothing else of tonight Hestia, remember to never cross my wife, upon thy life.”

Gwillim rose back to his full height, careful not to graze the pretty thing with his horns and resumed gently sandwiching the girl between himself and his mate. He noticing that some of the gems were a bit noisier in their complaints than Hestia had been, and wondered how many of them would still be able to scream come morning. He decided it would be best for them to with draw, lest some lesser lordling get jealous and try to pry Hestia away, not that he'd succeed, but the necessary bloodshed might embitter the doomed souls relative into a feud that would only serve to distract Gwillim from his current goals. He turned slowly, using gentle pressure from his arm to tell Scyrven where he was going, without having to say anything. He kept his eyes and ears on the thinning crowd mostly, though he was careful to maintain constant contact with both his mate and their new bride.

Back at the Gunnvaldr estate, he and Scyrven were welcomed warmly by the family and congratulated by many cousins, uncles, aunts, nieces and nephews, all of whom introduced themselves by first name to the gem bride tucked safely between the couple. Alfhildr danced around the pair not quite sure what to make of Hestia just yet, and though she was a tad jealous of all the attention she was getting. Still, the girl looked so ... fragile. How could she be of any use to her father where her own mother could not? She almost made the mistake of asking public, but, caught her self in time with the aid of stern look from Gwillim who had caught her expression and guessed at her thoughts. Alfhildr recovered by welcoming Hestia to her family, politely, though the child's eyes carried a hint of challenge still. A small feast of light foods and weak, if flavorful, ales and wines was served. Both Gwillim and Scyrven had fights in the morning, as well as one of the older cousins. The family would not risk their abilities tomorrow with wanton excesses this night.

Retiring to their bed chamber, a low but surprisingly comfortable bedroll had been made with silk sheets and two down pillows, also covered in silk. It was set at the foot of Gwillim and Scyrven's bed. Gwillim noticed it upon entering the room, and nodded, finally breaking contact with both his wife and bride, as he moved to the corner of his room where the stand for his armor stood waiting. He began removing his armor, talking as he went.

“Hestia, be a good lass and help Scyrven out of her armor. ... Dearest, what takes priority; our lovely bride or tomorrows tourney matches? Though, if my first day of matches was any indicator we could easily be up half the night or more and suffer no loss or harm come daylight. What say you? A bit of fun before bed, or shall we save the fun for when we are away from prying ears and eyes?"

Summary

Gwillim informs Hestia that she'll find the path of least resistance by obeying Scyrvensrel, notes other gems being less than pleased with their matches, and takes bride and wife home for a light celebratory meal before bed.

[HIGH CASUAL] Her Majesty's Spirit

May be interested... Mostly a matter of having time to participate. (schedule is fluctuating somewhat)

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Gwillim Gunnvaldr

_{Husband of Scyrvensrel Talyrrth-Gunnvaldr @Amethyst and [?] of [TBA] [@"?"]
Interacting with: Scyrven @Amethyst}

Wearing an armor akin to lamellar, but of a metallic construction. It would resist pummeling from both earth and fire magics in particular. Still few bothered to use their magic as anything more than a supporting ability, but Gwillim had other plans. He enjoyed watching his wife best the little fool, not that he'd have allowed the filth to take his wife as a matter of pride, but it was good to see that she had bested him of her own accord. Gwillim wrapped his arms around his victorious mate as she came off the field and held her tight, grinning and whispering to her a soothing sort of gloat over the little lordling and of her clear display of prowess with her weapon. He used his talent with water to help relax her muscles and cool her body after the fight, leaving her only a little tired from the exertion and ready to face the next fight when it came.

His own fight came up, and he reluctantly released Scyrvensrel after a lingering moment, to give his companions plenty to be jealous about. He grabbed his poleaxe and headed into the arena, finding his place and offering a simple military salute to the royals box. He astutely ignored the crowd, and watched his opponent as the fool played to the crowd's whims. Match start was signaled, and the drakken, a landless brute hoping to prove himself in todays tourney, charged Gwillim with shield raise to protect head and torso. The brute's axe was drawn back to swing on impact. He wore a chainmail hauberk and simple iron cap. Good gear for a landless brute. Gwillim side stepped the advance gracefully, shocking the crowd into titters and subdued jeering. The Brute stopped, before crashing into the arena wall, realizing his mistake a little late. He spun, swinging the axe in a lateral back hand. Gwillim was to far away for the axe to bite him, but his poleaxe had greater reach, and it's head flashed suddenly towards the brute's weapon shoulder. The sudden shift caught the brute off guard and he struggled to shift his own mass away from the attack. He only just avoided losing his arm, instead the sound of wood splintering could be heard through the arena as the brute's axe haft was cut clean in two. Stunned, the brute missed the follow up of the poleaxe's haft to helm with another resounding crack, as Gwillim spun the weapon around his dominant hand and continued the attack with out loosing any momentum.

The brute fell to his knees, and the guards called the fight hurriedly as the realized that Gwillim's next strike would decapitate his unconscious foe. His blade stopped milimeters from the brute's neck, and Gwillim slowly withdrew a step, turning to offer the same simple salute to the royal's box, before marching smartly out of the Arena. He was a showman of his own style, he didn't cater to the crowds, but none could deny his skill. He'd not even gotten the chance to use his elements, the brute's attacks had been so rudimentary that Gwillim had withheld his arsenal of elemental attacks simply because the brute offered him no challenge, much to his disappointment. He returned to his wife's side, and slung an arm around her shoulders as he complained quietly.

"That wasn't even a match, my cousins could put forth a better challenge than he did. I thought this tourney was of Drakka's best, not every street rat that could hold a blade... "

Summary

Gwillim ignores the crowds as he faces a landless challenger that he disdains and trounces easily. He scorns his opponent in private conversation with his wife afterwards.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Gwillim Gunnvaldr

_{Husband of Scyrvensrel Talyrrth-Gunnvaldr @Amethyst and [?] of [TBA] [@"?"]
Interacting with: Scyrven @Amethyst}

Gwillim rose early and stretched carefully, before donning his armor. It took some time, and a bit of help from Scyrvensrel to manage it all, but he did manage it. He then helped her don her own kit. His armor was a bit heavier than it usually was in the field, but not by much. Certainly not enough to cause him problems, since he wouldn't also have to march in it all day before the fight began. He ate a cold breakfast quickly, before setting out to enter the tourney with his wife. Well, not with exactly, but simultaneously anyway.

The day would be warm, for the local, but the morning still felt a bit cool to Gwillim... the lack of smothering humidity helped immensely. He strode proudly beside his wife, entering the arena, and speaking with the necessary officiators. He fought in full plate, with a pollax. It would serve to keep his opponents off balance, as they would only anticipate it being used to keep them at bay. Well, except for his wife, but she would be his toughest opponent by far. He looked forward to seeing her in the finals of the tourney.

After the necessities had been dealt with he stood back observing those who had deigned not to participate in the fight, or perhaps only been invited to watch. He noted many had royal gems keeping them ... company, until things got interesting. He gestured with his weapon towards the stands, as he commented on those particular gems to his wife.

“How'd you like to have one of those to play with? Think if we do well enough, they'll let us use one or two while we're in town?”

Summary

Gwillim dons kit and signs up to fight. Watches the stands and notices the royal gems while chatting with his wife. Also, his kit:

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

So I am not allowed to go to my new cousin's adoption hearing because apparently wanting to strangle a woman who beat a four year old to the point of near death is frowned upon in our society 🤷🏻‍♀️

@Belle

-.- *sighs* Sorry, apparently context is only as important as your lawyer is skilled where the law is concerned.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Gwillim Gunnvaldr

_{Husband of Scyrvensrel Talyrrth-Gunnvaldr @Amethyst and [?] of [TBA] [@"?"]
Interacting with: Scyrven @Amethyst}

Gwillim turned at the sound of his wife's approach. He smiled, her fire was every bit in evidence and it would shine brightly on the morrow. He turned back to look out over the city as she stepped up next to him, and put her arm around him. It was comfortable, that gesture, and he responded to her query with the quiet confidence of a spark, set to ignite a wildfire that would consume forests whole.

"As I said before, it's always a pleasure. And of course we'll be the fiercest warriors there, I fully expect one or both of us to win this year. I am ready to fight and win. Tomorrow may prove to be a long day, but it will be a good day."

A sly grin spreads across Gwillim's face as he leans towards his wife to whisper a more personal challenge, regarding the tourney tomorrow.

"First one out of the tournament has to stay home and watch Alfhi while the rest of us enjoy the celebrations after."

The sun is set, the sky darkens perceptibly as the last few stragglers arrive in town, and everyone gets settled in private or public lodgings as their status allowed. The city, never a quiet place, grows less loud as the night falls. All new tomorrow would be big day, and none wanted to miss any of it. So the usually rowdy late crowds were much diminished as Drakkan move to prepare for the coming festivities and find a solid night's rest. Gwillim stood with his wife a few moments more, before retiring himself and wishing her an excellent nights rest.

Summary

Gwillim makes places a bet on who will do better in the tournament. He retires after small talk and goes to bed early for once. He's got a tournament to win after all.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

Gwillim Gunnvaldr

_{Husband of Scyrvensrel Talyrrth-Gunnvaldr @Amethyst and [?] of [TBA] [@"?"]
Interacting with: Scyrven @Amethyst}

That evening, saw Gwillim polishing the armor his mate liked to wear. She intended to use it for the tourney tomorrow and he wanted her to look absolutely striking. His own armor had been carefully seen too before the journey and was standing on a rack in the courner of the room glinting from the shadows, as Gwillim worked by the light of setting sun. He wore a pair of thin cotton trousers that came to his knees, with a plain broad leather belt, while he worked. His wife was seeing to her hair at the moment with several attending slaves. He was careful to wipe away the grimey dust of the road, and courtyard below, a smile dancing across his lips as he recalled the match they'd had. Alfhildr had apperntly been challenged by a boy a few summers older than her, a fool of a lumbering ox, strong in muscle, sinew and bone, true. Alfhi had trounced him handily by all accounts, using her speed and wits to outmaneuver the bigger boy. Gwillim was quiet proud of his girl for that. Her first challenge, unofficial though it was, and she'd won easily. He was oiling the leather now, and working the tough hides in his thick calloused hands. The scales were of excellent quality, taken from some of the more vicious creatures hiding in the crags of the Spine Mountains. Those mountains were impassible to Gwillim, no matter how many paths he tried to cut, something always stood in his way. It was a wonder that Drakken had ever found a way across.

Still, it wasn't Geminia that Gwillim wanted access to, no he wanted the trail of the Anathos. The legendary warrior swarms that had been threat enough to unite all drakken. But their trail lay across the spine from his family's lands so there was nothing he could do about it. he would try traveling south this year, searching for his own path to the Anathos. Gwillim checked the clasps and straps next, if one these failed it could cost him his wife, and she was worth far more than a hundred brides. Even if she didn't find him appealing, she understood him, and he her. True it wasn't everything he'd hoped for, but... it was still so much more than most got. He would not begrudge her for liking the company of other women more than his. So long as she was willing to fight with him, he would be content. He looked forward to the paired tourney tomorrow. Most of the younger Drakken disdain the paired tourney, thinking the reliance on a team mate to be weakness. But the king valued it all the more, as it showed which of his Drakken lords could work together, could set aside difference for a common goal, no matter how briefly.

Satisfied that the armor was spotless and ready for the tourney, he hung it on it's own rack. Stepping back he did a quick check to be sure that all their gear was there, and it was. He then went to the small balcony attached to the room to enjoy the last of the sunset, that glowering eye that reminded them all of the mother's hatred for her first children. He liked watched the hatred fall below the horizon, hoping that one day, the eye might see the land for what it was. That the mother might remember the works of her own hands, and forget her hatred. But it was just a dream, and he knew it. So he turned his mind to the opponents he and his wife would likely face in the tournament tomorrow.

Summary

Gwillim checks all their gear for the hundredth time, and wonders who they'll face in the arena while Scyrvensrel dries and tends to her fiery mane.

Prized Bride (A New Beginning)

So a woman in an electric cart ran into me knocked me down, skinned up my leg it's swollen and bruised. Says "you need to watch where you're going" and drives off.

😑😡

@Belle

cranky old fart isn't she? sorry you got run over, I hope your leg heals quickly.