Everwind Family/Amelara/Roleplays

===The Coronation of Alyssa Kingsley===

Roleplay from Amelara Everwind

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Battle of Leibo "Amelara Everwind, Dame of Clermont!" The young dame swallowed, filled with nerves, the feeling of being announced into such an event seeming incredibly overwhelming! Just as heads were starting to turn, wondering where the just announced attendee was, she stepped forward bravely. One to usually dress to impress whenever she can, even Amelara felt foreign and undeserving in the elegant attire she wore today. Having sought assistance from Ser Kenneth, it had been a rush to get such attire ready - but Mastercrafter Estelle had been a saviour for her, albeit a rather harsh one. She tried hard to keep the excitement from her face - she was a dame now! No longer a child dreaming of queens and kings, castles and battles. That was a reality now, and how she was enjoying the opportunity to look beautiful and attend this important event. Remembering her etiquette lessons clearly, she gracefully moves to take her place

Amelara Everwind

===The Battle of Isadril===

Roleplay from Amelara Everwind

Message sent to All Nobles in Leibo (21 Recipients) - 2020-11-25 08:19

Battle of Leibo How did bards and story writers glorify something like this? The sound of battle still rang through Amelara's ears, even hours after it came to a close. The agonised screams of her own men. The lifeless eyes of her companions she had travelled with for two seasons now burned into her mind. She wondered how it went so wrong, finding no other reason than her own leadership. Too late had she realised that her unit were too far forward trying to get better shots, her allies too far behind. And then suddenly her men had fallen around her, seven to never rise again. She had sounded the retreat, and gone back personally once things had calmed to look for survivors. Thankfully, more than twenty of her casualties had survived, but nothing would comfort her of those dead. Ashen faced, covered in dirt and struggling to keep tears back, she knew the unit she had spent weeks building and training was no more use here, but still she must continue. She had dreamed of leading them in battle, the deadly aim of their bows as they rained death upon the enemy now nothing more than a faded fantasy - had they even taken down any of them, she wondered? Every ounce of her wanted to get out and return to Perdan - how could she come back from this? Forget that, how could she face more of that horrible.. chaos. Her morals and honour kept her from doing so - she would do better, and if her surviving men chose to stay with her once all was said and done, she supposed she would know whether they did blame her or not. For now, not caring who saw, she buried her face into the crook of her arm, no longer able to hold back the sobs that had been threatening to break through.

Amelara Everwind

===Taking place after the second battle of Isadril===

Roleplay from Amelara Everwind

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This battle wasn't like the others, she felt that before the first arrow was even set loose. She had felt uneasy - maybe it was the wind. The first two conflicfs, the air had been still, allowing the archers to fire unobstructed. Tonight, though, the wind howled - maybe a sign from the Wolf King himself. For her, it started off similar to the other two battles, except after her first few men fell, the arrows didnt stop. One by one, they fell. Few screams of pain, and those that did survive their fall were silenced as more arrows rained upon their wounded bodies. And then red hot pain as something slammed into her shoulder, knocking her down to the floor. One of her men ducked down to help her up, beginning to pull her away from the battle, before he too was taken down. All Amelara remembered then was desperately trying to get away from the battle. Only once escaped did she realise that besides the non-fighters, she was alone. The arrow was removed now, it hadn't gone deep and was just a distant throb. Scared and feeling alone, she retreated back in the direction of Perdan. She feared it would be an arduous, slow journey, but sadly without any soldiers with her, it was good progress. She hoped she would come across one of her allies on the way - the thought of being in Yssrgard alone and unprotected was a terrifying one.

Amelara Everwind

Roleplay from Oliver Laststar

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The battle had gone poorly for his unit, as he had opted them to fill out the lines with protective shields to help protect their own archers; nevertheless of his preparations, they all eventually fell to the drawn out exchange of arrows between the two armies. He should have realized this was going to be a poor choice trying to outshoot enemies that had the advantage of fortress walls to hide behind. It was to his surprise that even as his men all went down, it was the yssrgardian woman from before darting in and out from the field like golden-haired comet, risking her own life to drag away his fallen men. She had followed him like a puppy all the way out to this battlefield, and not knowing what to do with her, he allowed to stick around. Which ended up as a blessing now though as he managed to assemble the rest of his troops. She—turns out her name was Brynja—further surprised him and his men by taking charge of their retreat, she pointed out trails, led them around time-consuming gullies and so on. Oliver had to admit he was impressed, Brynja was earnest to be of use to him, and always seemed to be grinning like she knew some secret joke he couldn't understand, which all meant she quickly had earned the respect of his men as well. As they're later all limping through the countryside, they run across the first group of Perdans they've seen since the battle. It was not much of a group though, from what he could tell it was just a single noblewoman in the distance with some civilian looking servants, looking just as miserable and beaten as the rest of his men. When they draw close, Oliver calls out and hails her, eventually recognizing Lady Everwind as the woman who infamously had lost so many of her troops from their first deadly engagement days ago. Did she lose the rest of her men? "Lady Amelara? Is that you? It's me, Oliver Laststar! I lost track of you at the battle, what happened?!" Unknownst to him, his new yssrgardian companion followed him protectively at his shoulder like a shadow with her axe in hand.

Oliver Laststar