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Welcome to the small bio section here.
I'm a 27 year old Dane (Danish person) and I have roleplayed for so many years that I don't actually know how many years it has been.
My mother language is Danish and not English, so if you see some grammar mistakes, then that would be the reason :)
I can roleplay on an advance setting, where I write multiple paragraphs, or I can roleplay where it's a couple of paragraphs. No matter what, I'll always write more than one line, since that's just my style :)
I love music and I love playing music, as well as roleplaying and gaming, just so you know what hobbies I like. Other than that, there's not much to tell. Ask away if there's anything you'd like to know :)
Over and out - Valchyrie.
I'm a 27 year old Dane (Danish person) and I have roleplayed for so many years that I don't actually know how many years it has been.
My mother language is Danish and not English, so if you see some grammar mistakes, then that would be the reason :)
I can roleplay on an advance setting, where I write multiple paragraphs, or I can roleplay where it's a couple of paragraphs. No matter what, I'll always write more than one line, since that's just my style :)
I love music and I love playing music, as well as roleplaying and gaming, just so you know what hobbies I like. Other than that, there's not much to tell. Ask away if there's anything you'd like to know :)
Over and out - Valchyrie.
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Yes, I explained that in a few posts, how they were forced to split into groups because of their losses and so on ;)
Yes, I explained that in a few posts, how they were forced to split into groups because of their losses and so on ;)
@NecroKnight
Marosa is half-elf half-human :)
And you can post some war stuff too if you want, from Marosa running through the trees to the gates, you can do some war stuff IF you want, you don't have too :) If not, you can just do post battle (he can also reply her before she rushes off through the trees if he wants to say something back) :)
Marosa is half-elf half-human :)
And you can post some war stuff too if you want, from Marosa running through the trees to the gates, you can do some war stuff IF you want, you don't have too :) If not, you can just do post battle (he can also reply her before she rushes off through the trees if he wants to say something back) :)
Marosa watched as the Zarosian army went all out and led the orcs to hell. It was an impressive sight, seeing how the golems and the soldiers of the Zarosian army fought the orcs. However, the orcs were persistent, they had been so close to taking the Eternal Grounds’ walls, but Marosa and her warriors had been able to withstand that attack far longer than any of the other kingdoms the orcs had been able to conquer on their journey. It was a nice change of pace, and even though the orcs were being persistent, they were also being pushed back by the two armies that were now working together. This gave Marosa some breathing room, and when she was approached, and spoken too, but the commander of the forces, none other than Riverdane himself, she gave herself time to indulge in his conversation. Though there was one thing he seemed to have gotten wrong in his thoughts about Marosa and her way of thinking, and that was, that Marosa saw his kingdom as barbaric and inhuman, whereas she saw his kingdom as one, willing to do the necessary to stay alive, much like herself.
She was still wounded, but because of the breathing room that she had gained, her body started to heal on it’s own, though it took longer than usual because of the poison that the orcs’ arrows were coated in, but her body was countering it, if at a slow pace. “Commander Riverdane. I can’t tell you how glad I am to see someone finally arrive. I'm afraid that the paintings of me you have seen, were without the damage I have sustained in this war. I can assure you, that my beauty isn't justfied in the paintings you have seen.” She said with a small grin. She was exhausted and tired from her wounds, and even though they were healing, they weren’t closing. “But you seem to have misunderstood my view of your nation, which is understandable, as we have had little to do with each other throughout the years.” She said. “I have no thoughts of your nation, which would put you in a barbaric or inhuman light. I think of your nation as one, which is willing to do what is necessary, to stay alive in harsh environment, if the stories of your nation is to be believed, of course.” She explained. She didn’t know how Riverdane would take that kind of information, as it seemed to be quite different than what he usually were told, but that was the truth after all.
Marosa looked behind her and saw how the Zarosian forces, alongside her own soldiers and rangers were quickly cutting down the orcs and making their numbers decrease rapidly. It was a wonder that they had stayed alive for that long, though it had cost Marosa a lot of soldiers and friends, to stay alive. She turned her eyes back to Riverdane “I didn’t just send out one scout to reach you, I sent out ten scouts to ask the nations and kingdoms around the world for help, but it seems you were the only one willing to answer the call. Whether or not you want a reward, which I would imagine, is something we can discuss after we have finished up here, but be warned, I don’t have much to give and I will have to attend to a mass funeral first, before the reward can be discussed, as an honor to my people.” She explained. She didn’t care that much if he felt like he wanted to agree to that, but no matter what, he was a commander of a nation himself, and as such, he would hopefully understand what a ruler had to prepare for, after a battle like this had taken place.
She grabbed her bow and gave him a small courtesy “We are driving the orcs back for now, let’s finish this and I’ll gladly have a more fulfilling conversation with you and your men. We will also provide living quarters for you and your men of course, so you can rest up, before journeying back to your own home once more.” With that, she stood up normally again and turned around. She jumped up in the tree closest to her, and her men followed. She was rather flexible and fit to be able to manage such a high jump without much effort, then again, she did live and had lived in the forest and the mountains for many decades. She now started firing arrows at a very high speed, from the trees, while making her way back to the front gates of the Eternal Grounds walls. Once she got there, she got on top of the gates with her six archers that had been following her after she had reached the wall. They all aimed up into the sky now and just as they fired, a lightning flash was seen from all six arrows. At first, nothing happened, but then a moment later, hundreds of arrows came falling down with the speed of light, only hitting the orcs. This, combined with the forces of Zaros, was the last thing that the orcs could take. They started to retreat from the battlefield. The battle was finished, but the war was far from over.
She was still wounded, but because of the breathing room that she had gained, her body started to heal on it’s own, though it took longer than usual because of the poison that the orcs’ arrows were coated in, but her body was countering it, if at a slow pace. “Commander Riverdane. I can’t tell you how glad I am to see someone finally arrive. I'm afraid that the paintings of me you have seen, were without the damage I have sustained in this war. I can assure you, that my beauty isn't justfied in the paintings you have seen.” She said with a small grin. She was exhausted and tired from her wounds, and even though they were healing, they weren’t closing. “But you seem to have misunderstood my view of your nation, which is understandable, as we have had little to do with each other throughout the years.” She said. “I have no thoughts of your nation, which would put you in a barbaric or inhuman light. I think of your nation as one, which is willing to do what is necessary, to stay alive in harsh environment, if the stories of your nation is to be believed, of course.” She explained. She didn’t know how Riverdane would take that kind of information, as it seemed to be quite different than what he usually were told, but that was the truth after all.
Marosa looked behind her and saw how the Zarosian forces, alongside her own soldiers and rangers were quickly cutting down the orcs and making their numbers decrease rapidly. It was a wonder that they had stayed alive for that long, though it had cost Marosa a lot of soldiers and friends, to stay alive. She turned her eyes back to Riverdane “I didn’t just send out one scout to reach you, I sent out ten scouts to ask the nations and kingdoms around the world for help, but it seems you were the only one willing to answer the call. Whether or not you want a reward, which I would imagine, is something we can discuss after we have finished up here, but be warned, I don’t have much to give and I will have to attend to a mass funeral first, before the reward can be discussed, as an honor to my people.” She explained. She didn’t care that much if he felt like he wanted to agree to that, but no matter what, he was a commander of a nation himself, and as such, he would hopefully understand what a ruler had to prepare for, after a battle like this had taken place.
She grabbed her bow and gave him a small courtesy “We are driving the orcs back for now, let’s finish this and I’ll gladly have a more fulfilling conversation with you and your men. We will also provide living quarters for you and your men of course, so you can rest up, before journeying back to your own home once more.” With that, she stood up normally again and turned around. She jumped up in the tree closest to her, and her men followed. She was rather flexible and fit to be able to manage such a high jump without much effort, then again, she did live and had lived in the forest and the mountains for many decades. She now started firing arrows at a very high speed, from the trees, while making her way back to the front gates of the Eternal Grounds walls. Once she got there, she got on top of the gates with her six archers that had been following her after she had reached the wall. They all aimed up into the sky now and just as they fired, a lightning flash was seen from all six arrows. At first, nothing happened, but then a moment later, hundreds of arrows came falling down with the speed of light, only hitting the orcs. This, combined with the forces of Zaros, was the last thing that the orcs could take. They started to retreat from the battlefield. The battle was finished, but the war was far from over.
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The following morning, the sun was shining again. The stormy weather had passed and the only signs left from the storm, was the puddles of water that lay on the ground around the White Stone City. The air had been cleaned from the stormy weather and it felt fresh to in- and exhale. Adalia was still in the bathtub, when the sun had risen high enough for it’s rays to go through the windows in her bathroom and find it’s way onto Adalia’s face. She gave a small yawn, stretched her arms, and opened her eyes slowly. She realized that she was still in the bathtub and had fallen asleep in it, which meant the water had gone a bit cold as well. She didn’t need to sleep, but that didn’t mean her body didn’t have the means to fall asleep. Even though she was an immortal and could go without sleeping, her body could still enjoy the relaxation of falling asleep. However, the only thing that had happened in the cold water during the night, was that two certain parts of her breasts had gone stiff. She shivered a bit in the cold water, and got up, moved out of the bathtub and grabbed a towel. She wrapped it around herself, while she grabbed another towel to wrap around her hair. Then she went into her bedroom and opened the doors to the balcony ones more, letting the sunlight burst into the room with it’s gentle and warm touch.
She sighed a little, she wanted to have a day to relax, but she had to make sure Chalsea didn’t come to any harm. It seems that since the orcs had attacked, there hadn’t been a dull moment in the White Stone City and Adalia could use a dull moment, if just for a few minutes. Instead, she was forced to be the mother hen for her people and Chalsea, which she quite enjoyed, but even to an immortal, it was an exhausting job at times. Also, the feeling of her stiff parts on her breasts, had led her to another, more, intimate wanting, which she had no way of getting, unless she took care of it alone, and she didn’t feel like going through that either. So instead, she ignored the feeling, dried her body and hair and threw the towels onto the bed. After that, she went over and found a yellow sundress, which she pulled on. She kept her hair loose and hanging down behind her back, after she had finished drying it off. She didn’t wear any underwear, as it was uncomfortable to her to wear. It couldn’t really be seen, unless the sunlight hit her dress at the exact right spot. If it did, her sundress would be slightly see-through, though not a lot. She slipped on a pair of sand-colored sandals and after that, she went out of her room, to go and make sure that breakfast was getting ready.
Rose was still exhausted and was sleeping in her room, she did not intend to wake up any time soon, and she was happy just to be in her sleep. She didn’t have any bad dreams, nor did she have any pleasant dreams, she was simply in a sleeping state of mind, that allowed her body to recover, after having pulled whatever magic that had been playing inside Chalsea’s body. It had apparently been a rather heavy hitting magical force that had been unleashed inside Chalsea’s body, since it had taken such a toll on Rose’s own body, but as long as it had worked, which it had, Rose was satisfied with the outcome. However, it had left her exhausted and that meant she would be sleeping for most of the day, before she would even start to stir from her deep comfortable sleeping state.
In the meantime, Adalia had reached the kitchen on the ground level of the mansion, where her maids were preparing breakfast with full energy. The smell of eggs, bacon, warm bread and milk were flowing through the mansion, a delightful smell, if you actually liked that kind of food. Adalia smiled at the satisfying scent and sight she got from the kitchen and decided to let them work without interrupting them. Instead, she went out into the big backyard and went to the small flower field that lay behind some trees. The field couldn’t be seen that much from the trees, which suited Adalia perfectly, it gave her a place to be private, at least for a while, unless someone came looking for her of course. The flowers were slightly wet still, from the storm the night before, but they were beautiful in all their colors; red, blue, violet, yellow, green, orange, pink and so many other colors you could think of. A place where one could let their mind calm down and enjoy the natural surroundings that the world had been so kind as to gift them with.
The following morning, the sun was shining again. The stormy weather had passed and the only signs left from the storm, was the puddles of water that lay on the ground around the White Stone City. The air had been cleaned from the stormy weather and it felt fresh to in- and exhale. Adalia was still in the bathtub, when the sun had risen high enough for it’s rays to go through the windows in her bathroom and find it’s way onto Adalia’s face. She gave a small yawn, stretched her arms, and opened her eyes slowly. She realized that she was still in the bathtub and had fallen asleep in it, which meant the water had gone a bit cold as well. She didn’t need to sleep, but that didn’t mean her body didn’t have the means to fall asleep. Even though she was an immortal and could go without sleeping, her body could still enjoy the relaxation of falling asleep. However, the only thing that had happened in the cold water during the night, was that two certain parts of her breasts had gone stiff. She shivered a bit in the cold water, and got up, moved out of the bathtub and grabbed a towel. She wrapped it around herself, while she grabbed another towel to wrap around her hair. Then she went into her bedroom and opened the doors to the balcony ones more, letting the sunlight burst into the room with it’s gentle and warm touch.
She sighed a little, she wanted to have a day to relax, but she had to make sure Chalsea didn’t come to any harm. It seems that since the orcs had attacked, there hadn’t been a dull moment in the White Stone City and Adalia could use a dull moment, if just for a few minutes. Instead, she was forced to be the mother hen for her people and Chalsea, which she quite enjoyed, but even to an immortal, it was an exhausting job at times. Also, the feeling of her stiff parts on her breasts, had led her to another, more, intimate wanting, which she had no way of getting, unless she took care of it alone, and she didn’t feel like going through that either. So instead, she ignored the feeling, dried her body and hair and threw the towels onto the bed. After that, she went over and found a yellow sundress, which she pulled on. She kept her hair loose and hanging down behind her back, after she had finished drying it off. She didn’t wear any underwear, as it was uncomfortable to her to wear. It couldn’t really be seen, unless the sunlight hit her dress at the exact right spot. If it did, her sundress would be slightly see-through, though not a lot. She slipped on a pair of sand-colored sandals and after that, she went out of her room, to go and make sure that breakfast was getting ready.
Rose was still exhausted and was sleeping in her room, she did not intend to wake up any time soon, and she was happy just to be in her sleep. She didn’t have any bad dreams, nor did she have any pleasant dreams, she was simply in a sleeping state of mind, that allowed her body to recover, after having pulled whatever magic that had been playing inside Chalsea’s body. It had apparently been a rather heavy hitting magical force that had been unleashed inside Chalsea’s body, since it had taken such a toll on Rose’s own body, but as long as it had worked, which it had, Rose was satisfied with the outcome. However, it had left her exhausted and that meant she would be sleeping for most of the day, before she would even start to stir from her deep comfortable sleeping state.
In the meantime, Adalia had reached the kitchen on the ground level of the mansion, where her maids were preparing breakfast with full energy. The smell of eggs, bacon, warm bread and milk were flowing through the mansion, a delightful smell, if you actually liked that kind of food. Adalia smiled at the satisfying scent and sight she got from the kitchen and decided to let them work without interrupting them. Instead, she went out into the big backyard and went to the small flower field that lay behind some trees. The field couldn’t be seen that much from the trees, which suited Adalia perfectly, it gave her a place to be private, at least for a while, unless someone came looking for her of course. The flowers were slightly wet still, from the storm the night before, but they were beautiful in all their colors; red, blue, violet, yellow, green, orange, pink and so many other colors you could think of. A place where one could let their mind calm down and enjoy the natural surroundings that the world had been so kind as to gift them with.
When the young witch appeared in front of Adalia, Adalia didn’t flinch. She hadn’t expected the witch to show up, but she had seen her fair share of strange things happening over the last few weeks, which meant that another magic trick wasn’t something that would frighten her. The rain didn’t hit Adalia or the young witch on the balcony, since there was a roof above it. The only way the rain would hit them was if it was carried with the breeze of wind that came with the stormy weather. Adalia looked at the young witch as she presented herself and started to talk before Adalia could really say or do anything in return. Once the witch was finished, Adalia nodded a little. She couldn’t demand anything from this witch, even though she wasn’t a normal young girl, she still wasn’t that old and Adalia rather wanted to treat the girl with the right manners that a young girl should be treated with. “I’m glad you brought the information to me. I’m afraid I can’t go to the house Chalsea is sleeping in. But I will have some of my soldiers carry her to my mansion, and I’ll prepare another room for Chalsea to relax and recover in.” she said with a small nod. It seems that her mansion were getting more and more inhabitants at the moment, but she supposed there was nothing to do about it, she had to help Chalsea, as she had put her own life on the line to save Adalia and the city that she ruled.
“You can go back to your sister and be with her. I hope your sleeping arrangements doesn’t bother you, but I’m afraid I can’t take all of you here to my mansion, it would be against the rules and it would create rumors that might not be good for the city at the moment. But don’t worry, I do have magicians specialized in ice and other magical areas, we will take good care of Chalsea. You are also allowed to come and visit her whenever you should wish so.” She smiled at her. She didn’t know if the witch was happy with the arrangements, but for better or worse, Chalsea at least got a better place to stay in, than the housing with her soldiers. The housing was not bad, but it wasn’t luxury styled like Adalia’s mansion, and while Adalia didn’t want to stand out too much, as she had explained to Chalsea, she was still royal and had to act as such, which meant that she had to decorate her home to fit royalty as well. She walked back inside her room now. She didn’t bother getting dressed in anything else than the silk purple nightgown she was already wearing. She went downstairs and found the two guards that were standing at the entrance to the mansion. “I need your help my friends. Chalsea, our kind savior, has fallen ill and is in need of care. I would like you to bring her here. I’ll prepare her room myself.” The soldiers looked at her and nodded, bowing a little “Of course, Queen Adalia, we’ll go and get her right away.”
With that taken care of, Adalia went upstairs again to another room, further away from Rose and herself. It was a smaller room, but it still had what a room needed to have; Closet, windows, bed, chairs and a table. This room didn’t have it’s own bathroom, so Chalsea would have to use the one that was downstairs, but it was better than nothing. Adalia changed the sheets on the bed and made sure everything was neat and tidy for when the soldiers came back with Chalsea. She felt sorry for the poor girl, that she had to go through so much to keep up her spirit and will to live, but it seemed like she didn’t mind it, even though Adalia did think Chalsea should relax and settle down for a bit. She sighed a little and continued to prepare the room. She had one of the house maids bring up a bucket with ice inside it, just to have it ready for when they would need it.
The soldiers had gone to the housing in the meantime and had explained the situation to Chalsea’s men. They had then gone to get Chalsea on a stretcher and put a blanket over her, so that her body at least were being kept dry from the rain as they carried her back to the mansion. Once they got to the mansion, they went inside and up to the room that Adalia had prepared. She was still inside once they got there, and had just finished preparing the room. She looked to her soldiers and nodded “Thank you my friends. Please put her on the bed, I’ll take over after that.” She smiled. The soldiers nodded and did as she asked and left with the stretcher afterwards. Adalia looked at Chalsea on the bed and sighed. She gently removed the remaining clothing Chalsea was wearing. She then put both her hands on Chalsea’s stomach and closed her eyes. She mumbled something in a low voice and magic threads came out of her hands and went into Chalsea’s body. The magic calmed down the body. But there was more, she also used the magic to create a mark on Chalsea’s left hip. The mark was a dark purple symbol, of small crystals, resembling a flower, beautiful, yet mystic. When she opened her eyes again, she removed her hands gently and looked at the young warrior’s body and the mark. “You have been blessed.” She whispered. She gently pulled the covers over Chalsea then, placed a hand on her cheek gently and then left the room. She went back to her own room where the bath was ready. She went down into the bathtub, without her nightgown on obviously, and relaxed as the heat of the water surrounded her body and caressed her mind and soul with the relaxing atmosphere of the bath. Eventually, she fell asleep in the bathtub.
“You can go back to your sister and be with her. I hope your sleeping arrangements doesn’t bother you, but I’m afraid I can’t take all of you here to my mansion, it would be against the rules and it would create rumors that might not be good for the city at the moment. But don’t worry, I do have magicians specialized in ice and other magical areas, we will take good care of Chalsea. You are also allowed to come and visit her whenever you should wish so.” She smiled at her. She didn’t know if the witch was happy with the arrangements, but for better or worse, Chalsea at least got a better place to stay in, than the housing with her soldiers. The housing was not bad, but it wasn’t luxury styled like Adalia’s mansion, and while Adalia didn’t want to stand out too much, as she had explained to Chalsea, she was still royal and had to act as such, which meant that she had to decorate her home to fit royalty as well. She walked back inside her room now. She didn’t bother getting dressed in anything else than the silk purple nightgown she was already wearing. She went downstairs and found the two guards that were standing at the entrance to the mansion. “I need your help my friends. Chalsea, our kind savior, has fallen ill and is in need of care. I would like you to bring her here. I’ll prepare her room myself.” The soldiers looked at her and nodded, bowing a little “Of course, Queen Adalia, we’ll go and get her right away.”
With that taken care of, Adalia went upstairs again to another room, further away from Rose and herself. It was a smaller room, but it still had what a room needed to have; Closet, windows, bed, chairs and a table. This room didn’t have it’s own bathroom, so Chalsea would have to use the one that was downstairs, but it was better than nothing. Adalia changed the sheets on the bed and made sure everything was neat and tidy for when the soldiers came back with Chalsea. She felt sorry for the poor girl, that she had to go through so much to keep up her spirit and will to live, but it seemed like she didn’t mind it, even though Adalia did think Chalsea should relax and settle down for a bit. She sighed a little and continued to prepare the room. She had one of the house maids bring up a bucket with ice inside it, just to have it ready for when they would need it.
The soldiers had gone to the housing in the meantime and had explained the situation to Chalsea’s men. They had then gone to get Chalsea on a stretcher and put a blanket over her, so that her body at least were being kept dry from the rain as they carried her back to the mansion. Once they got to the mansion, they went inside and up to the room that Adalia had prepared. She was still inside once they got there, and had just finished preparing the room. She looked to her soldiers and nodded “Thank you my friends. Please put her on the bed, I’ll take over after that.” She smiled. The soldiers nodded and did as she asked and left with the stretcher afterwards. Adalia looked at Chalsea on the bed and sighed. She gently removed the remaining clothing Chalsea was wearing. She then put both her hands on Chalsea’s stomach and closed her eyes. She mumbled something in a low voice and magic threads came out of her hands and went into Chalsea’s body. The magic calmed down the body. But there was more, she also used the magic to create a mark on Chalsea’s left hip. The mark was a dark purple symbol, of small crystals, resembling a flower, beautiful, yet mystic. When she opened her eyes again, she removed her hands gently and looked at the young warrior’s body and the mark. “You have been blessed.” She whispered. She gently pulled the covers over Chalsea then, placed a hand on her cheek gently and then left the room. She went back to her own room where the bath was ready. She went down into the bathtub, without her nightgown on obviously, and relaxed as the heat of the water surrounded her body and caressed her mind and soul with the relaxing atmosphere of the bath. Eventually, she fell asleep in the bathtub.
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