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<p>As the night deepened and the ship left port, Gwendolyn remained within the captain's cabin. Her thoughts shrouded in cryptic silence. The winds of fate had set them on this perilous path, and she would navigate it with unwavering determination, ready to face whatever monsters and challenges awaited them in the region of Quebel.</p> | <p>As the night deepened and the ship left port, Gwendolyn remained within the captain's cabin. Her thoughts shrouded in cryptic silence. The winds of fate had set them on this perilous path, and she would navigate it with unwavering determination, ready to face whatever monsters and challenges awaited them in the region of Quebel.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>The captain's cabin aboard The Veil of Briar was dimly lit, the soft glow of oil lamps casting dancing shadows across the wooden walls. The ship swayed gently on the sea, the creaking of timbers and the rhythmic sounds of waves against the hull creating a symphony of the maritime morning. Seabirds cried out in the distance, their calls blending with the whisper of the wind. Amidst this orchestration of nature, Gwendolyn sat alone at a round table, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders, melding with the pitch black of her undergarments, her sapphire eyes piercing and unmoving.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>Upon the table, before her lay a map, a tableau of military and monstrous movements played out with wooden pieces. Gwendolyn's fingers toyed with a murky grey crystal orb, her expression unchanging as she muttered to herself in cryptic cadence, her voice devoid of emotion. "Winds of fate... the ebb and flow... where do thee send me..."</p> | ||
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+ | <p>Abruptly, the cabin's door swung open, revealing a figure at its threshold. The man, a member of her loyal guard, the Blackshields, his left hand hastily shielding his eyes from the unexpected sight of Gwendolyn in her undergarments, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He stammered out an apology. She ignored the soldier's embarrassment.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>"Why this morn?" she inquired, her eyes finally shifting from the map to the man before her.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>"It is a letter, my lady," he managed to stammer, his gaze now fixed upon the ceiling in his discomfiture. "A... request... from the Heliacal."</p> | ||
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+ | <p>Gwendolyn's hand extended, her pale fingers delicate yet commanding. The Blackshield placed the missive in her hand, and she read the words in silence, her expression inscrutable as ever. A corner of her lips quirked almost imperceptibly, her flat voice breaking the silence. "Unanticipated yet welcomed."</p> | ||
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+ | <p>Her command was curt: "Notify Captain Thomas to turn the ship towards Askileon."</p> | ||
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+ | <p>"At once, my lady," the Blackshield stuttered before hastening out of the cabin, the door closing with an unintentional slam behind him.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>Her fingers moved a wooden piece from Qubel to Ciarin Tut, her words muttered like an incantation, "We go where the beasts go..."</p> | ||
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+ | <p>Her attention then shifted to the grey crystal orb. Raising it to her face, she pressed her lips against its surface with a faint touch before it was returned to its case. The noble lady walked gracefully to her bed. Over her undergarments, she put on a flowing black nightgown that billowed as she moved. Her gaze turned to the door as she commanded, "Blackshields, approach."</p> | ||
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+ | <p>"The winds of fate have shifted," her voice resonated, its flatness betraying nothing. "The Heliacal decrees the beasts of Ciarin Tut to be our quarry."</p> | ||
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+ | <p>A collective gasp swept through the assembled soldiers, their faces a canvas of surprise and disbelief, for none expected a command from the Helical himself. Gwendolyn's voice remained as emotionless as the calm sea outside. "You shall perform as befits House Briarwood. Prove your worth."</p> | ||
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+ | <p>A murmur of agreement rumbled through the ranks. Gwendolyn's gaze wandered to the sea, contemplating whether her men could truly conquer the beasts of Ciarin Tut. She had read they were twenty in number and fearsome.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>"May the winds of fate guide us to victory," she interrupted her own thoughts, her voice punctuating the air. In unison, the Blackshields responded, "May the winds of fate shield us in the wars to come."</p> | ||
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+ | <p>With a subtle nod, Gwendolyn dismissed them. As the soldiers filed out, she turned back to the solitude of her cabin. The ship continued its dance upon the waves, and Gwendolyn retreated to her captain's quarters, the mysteries of her mind once again left to the shadows of the early morning.</p> | ||
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Roleplay from Gwendolyn Briarwood
Message sent to all nobles of Luria Nova (24 recipients)
Roleplay from Gwendolyn Briarwood
Message sent to all nobles of Luria Nova (24 recipients)